The Cruelty You Crave
by BangBear


You find yourself sitting in a wooden chair, naked, with your hands bound by the wrist on each side to the arm rests and ankles on the front legs. A young cat woman stands before you, her fur tawny and eyes gold, and clad in platform heels and gold-trimmed black lingerie, complete with gloves and a garter belt holding up her stockings. She held a riding crop in one of her hands. 

She’s disgusted by you. 

“You’re so pathetic,” Isadora chided, looking down at you with sneering contempt. “You really thought anything would happen between us? A goddess and common gutter trash like you? I’d rather be waterboarded, you perverted little freak.” 

The other guys warned you about her, but you didn’t listen. You had to know. She still worked at this club, right? No way she could treat clients like that. You couldn’t believe anyone was THAT bad, or maybe you had to believe you’d be different, but you were miserably wrong. You paid for a room and a night with her, and she’s not even the one who tied you up. It was her two goons that left the room immediately after.

The Abyssinian brought her foot up and stepped on your crotch with the sole of her platform heel. Pain spikes up in your balls, forcing you to double over. “You’re lucky to even be looking at me, let alone being blessed by my touch.” She presses her foot down harder, and you’re unable to hold back your pained groan. Her lip curls up, the replaced with sadistic glee.

“Does that hurt? Hm?” It’s too much to answer her, but she demands an answer nonetheless. Her riding crop comes up under your chin and directs your face upwards. “Answer,” she demands, grinding her foot down. Your mouth opens and a cry of pain escapes. You only barely manage the word yes, but it’s enough for her to let up. 

Isadora turns and paces away from you, giving you a much needed respite. The immediate pain was gone, but the lingering soreness was almost worse. Her gloves creaked in her hand as she flexed the crop between them, listening to your labored breaths with a pleased grin. She looked over her shoulder back at you, and between your legs she found your dripping erection.

Her heels click quickly back to you, her crop thwaping against the head of your cock. “What is this? Hm?! Enjoying me abusing you?” She tapped the side of it repeatedly, making it bounce against your inner thigh. You didn’t want to admit to her that she was right. You didn’t want to admit to yourself that she was right. 

The crop suddenly struck harsh against your tip. Instead of smacking down against the base of the chair, the force was absorbed by your sack, adding another jolt of pain to the abuse. “When the divine asks you a question, you ANSWER.” Through the stinging, you manage to groan another weak yes. 

“What utter filth,” she cackled. “I’ll do you a favor for being such a good little pain pig. You can imagine what it’d be like to fuck me. That’s a fair trade, right?”

Your cock throbbed. A moment of hesitation let a silence hang in the air, but a jolt of fear rectified that quickly as you answered with another yes. Quick enough to be spared her wrath.

“You’re so fucking desperate,” she laughed, her hand covering her mouth. Isadora lowered down into a squat, her gloved hands reaching for your sack. In one hand, she wrapped her thumb and index finger around the base and tugged it towards herself, straining and stretching them away from your body. The skin grew taught as the delicate orbs were pressed against the bottom of your sack. Her other hand set the crop down across your lap, then, with an open palm, smacked down across your vulnerable nuts. Your legs tensed up in an attempt to shield yourself, but the ropes around your ankles proved too strong.

“Do you want to cum?” she asks you.  You try to answer, but the pain racking your body caught you repeating the same breathy groans over and over. Your punishment, of course, was another smack, harder this time. Her grip firmed up and she pulled harder. 

Yes, you plead over and over, voice weak and raised. She smiles up at you and slaps your orbs again. “Then you’ll have to find a way to cum like this.” Isadora cackled again, her hand striking your beaten balls again and again. Pre dribbled down your shaft through the abuse, a fresh surge of pain radiating through you with every swing. Fleshy smacks of each strike echoed through the room, the metronome of your suffering. Your eyes shut tight, cursing your curiosity for the anguish it earned you. They warned you about her. 

Eventually, through the pain, a new sensation reveals itself. The shockwaves reverberating through your crotch reach the base of your cock, delivering the slightest hint of pleasure to you. You focus on that. She picks up on this shift and utters a new command. 

“Look at me, filth.” Your eyes strain to open, but you comply, flinching from the continued ball beating. She stared straight into your eyes with a twisted grin. “You’re a worm. A worthless little pain pig.”

You wanted to look away in shame, but she didn’t say you could. Through the abuse, physical and verbal, your eyes remained locked on her.

“You’re a freak, getting off like this. I can see it on your face.” Smack. “’Hit me again! Just like that!’ you’re thinking. ‘I’ll cum soon! Please, Goddess!’” Isadora blew air towards your cock tip, making you hiss in response. After having your balls busted so hard, even just the breeze was almost too stimulating. You moan as your dribbling cock bounces freely in the air. She smacks faster now. 

“I bet you want me to touch you. Just wrap my fingers around you and stroke until you finally cum. Would that be nice?” 

Was this a trick question? Would she even actually do that? Her smacking hand cupped over your sore sack and squeezed down against the wood seat, demanding an answer immediately. You cry out a strained yes, and after a moment more of crushing your nuts, she touches your shaft.

You almost didn’t believe your eyes, but she was actually touching you. Her fingers closed around your cock and stroked. “Tell me when you’re about to cum or you’ll never cum again.” She punctuated her threat with a harsher tug, pulling herself closer to you with your balls as the anchor point. 

It only takes but a moment now, the climax rapidly approaching. As directed, you announced your imminent orgasm. Just as quickly as she started, Isadora ceased, both hands clear of your crotch as she stepped away. You begged for her hands to come back, but she simply laughed at your plight as she retrieved the crop. You were already past the point of no return, falling headlong into a pleasureless orgasm. No, no, please, you whined and begged, watching a wasted load pathetically dribble down onto the seat. No…

The sadistic Abyssinian cackled, her hand covering her mouth once more as she stood up and turned away from you. “How hopeless! That’s the saddest load I’ve ever seen. And to think, you were hoping to put that in me,” she howled. The cat’s heels clacked on the floor as she walked towards the exit. She didn’t turn back to look at you as she left. You could hear her laugh fading away through the closed door, leaving you alone and still bound to the chair. 

Minutes pass, dull pain radiating through you. She’d be coming back, right? At least to get you untied? You still had time on the clock. The whole night, in fact. She wouldn’t just take the money and leave.

...right?