"Come child, you've touched the way, now it's time to walk the path"
My Temptress beckoned; a mere flick of her fingers as she disappeared into the next room. I hesitated a bare moment, doubt racing through my veins, who was I to walk these paths, to court pleasure and pain and vice as she does. I was barely out of my youth, naïve and invincible, until I met her.
A sound called to me, a strike of flesh, followed by a gasp, then a long sigh, before another strike started the pattern again.
My hesitation evaporated in that sound, and I moved on shaky legs to follow my Temptress into Hell.
***
The room swam in my vision, subtle reds and blacks of lace and silk mixing with the dull brown of warn leather, and the biting gleam of steel. Things hung from the ceiling that I could barely name, things that defied rhyme or reason to explain, save that they must be the instruments of her pleasure, and the tools of another's pain
Once again she was my Temptress, my Devil,, the Darkness that lives within us all, the deepest part that delights in our primal fears and pains, turning rage into lust, and agonising pain into the sweetest pleasure
There she stood, clad in red leather like a second skin, the hazy lighting giving her an eerie glow as her face lifted in exultation.
And before her, stretched with chain and clasp, rope and manacle, was another. A girl like me, a flower recently bloomed, her face a mask of adoration and love, tainted with eye's that held a deep fear, a burning need that would never, could never be satisfied by words alone
My Angel turned to me, a slight movement, and her smile captivated me, like a rabbit caught in headlights, I was helpless before her.
"Ah, there you are. Come come, I have a surprise for you. For too long you've been the pet, a slave to my whim and vice, finally we shall see whether you have the mettle to give that which you so eagerly receive" she said, in a voice straight from the depths of passion, a voice that could make even the angels fall.
She raised her hand, the handle of her lash extended, and a question hung in the air between us...Would I walk away, would I abandon this path and retreat to the light, back to the safety of the known, or would I plunge into the depths, explore the darkness by touch and feel alone.
For an agonising minute I held, my mind flitting back and forth, argument upon argument swirling through my head, until a sweet voice broke my turmoil.
"Please" it said, a quiver causing the sound to almost dance through the light
My moment broken, I searched for the origin of the sound, and found the face of an angel staring at me from the chains. Not my angel, but something pure, a creature of light trapped in the dark, so out of place in this dungeon, naked and chained.
"Please, don't stop" she asked, a quiet voice that burned through me, leaving my veins on fire with lust at its passing.
My will resolved, I stepped forward, my fingers curling around that handle, a thrill running up my arm as the leather bit my palm. I stepped forward, took position and moved as my Demon had shown me, my arm swung back, and I snapped forward, the sound of leather on flesh skittering through the chamber.
The Angel screamed, a sound so full of need, it called to my own, and once again I lashed her. One became ten, ten became twenty and then dissolved into a rhythm of back and forth, the hiss of air, and the slap of leather and flesh.
Time seemed to slow, my body on fire as it remembered what it felt like to be the one under the lash, to skirt the edges of death and danger. For every taste of skin, the Angel screamed her passion, the sound wrapping around me, drawing me with her into a hazy of lust and euphoria I could no longer deny.
Time raced, a slew of faces passed before my eyes, a multitude of scenes danced through my brain, some where I held the lash, and countless others I lay writhing under the attentions of another. My mind whirled, fears and doubt held so long, melting away under the unrelenting fires of lust and pain.
And then, at the height of it all, when pleasure and pain disappeared, when all my senses blended into a seamless haze of colour, when everything became overpowering, every touch like lightning on the dry earth, There was darkness...
***
For years I slept, an age locked in blessed darkness. Slowly at first, then faster my mind clawed back to life, still sluggish from the events I could barely comprehend.
My heavy eyes cast about, and at first, I froze. Bodies lay everywhere, strewn like paper across a writers floor, piled on any surface wide enough to take them.
My gaze roamed the room, ideally searching for a piece of flesh untouched by scrape or cut, by bruise or worse.
And there she stood, like a Queen amid the rabble. Even naked she was regal, perfection among the broken and the damned.
Our eye's met, a smirk touched those tempting lips, and then she moved, a whisper and she was gone.
My heart skipped a beat, my anchor disappearing in an instant, and just like that, my world shattered around me.
What had I done, and what could I do now. I had tread the path, tasted a fruit most tempting, how could I ever go back. But without her, How could go on, without a guide, how could I go on?
The thoughts spun through me, a tempest that ripped through me, laying my soul to waste.
And from the darkness I felt a touch brush my cheek, feather light but with the weight of ages just the same. I followed the hand, and stared deep into the face of an angel, the one I had lashed so long ago.
"Why so distant, my demon fair. Surely you wouldn't lose heart after a nice such as this"
She stretched, my eye's tracing every mark, every cut and scratch and bruise that marked her perfect form, from feet to waist to perfect neck, and all that lay in between.
She smiled, a devilish look in her angel eye's "Ah, the devil admires his work" she moved, draping herself across me till our faces where merely a breath away.
"Admire your work, my Demon fair, and take heart, for this will be the first of many nights, and with every touch and taste and sound, your mind will drift closer to serenity"
Her lips pressed against mine, so soft and warm, so gentle and sweet, and the fire burned through me.
A sharp pain cut through my haze, ripped my lips from the angel as my head snapped back, and I looked full into the face of my Temptress, naked and glorious as she towered above us.
"Treat her well, little one, for she is yours, as you are hers. She will teach you what I cannot, and in return, you'll freely give everything I couldn't take" She smiled then, a touch of divinity at odds with her devilish eyes.
She kissed me, a crush of lips so unlike the Angel from moments ago. The fire burn in me roared to a crescendo, ripping through my veins and crawling from my throat in gasps and groans.
Suddenly a second blaze started, tearing my eye's down, as I saw my Angel, sitting astride, moving like a gypsy dancer.
"Come my demon fair, it's only right that I quench the fire I helped ignite. And think, that just like the earth, you lay between Heaven and Hell, yet Heaven sits below, while Hell stands above.
My eye's danced between the pair, Angel and Devil, above and below, both wildfires and my body caught between.
"She's right, and what better time to give you a taste of everything we offer" she murmured, climbing atop me to mirror the Angel below.
I lay there, not sure what to do, letting instinct take over as my senses took flight, as I screamed the pleasures of heaven into the sweetest depths of hell.
And when it all became too much, when reality itself was torn apart as Heaven and Hell ravaged the earth...I smiled, for I had found my way.
