A Very Hard Punishment

Arnold looked at the dominatrix and offered her another hundred dollars, if - and only if - she tied up the other girl and mutilated her so thoroughly that she forgot her own sadism and hated that she'd ever seen herself as one. She looked at the bill and answered: “Okay, I'll do it to her. But only to the extent you also pay me for what comes next, after that. Because there would be no real end to my dilemma about what that next step should be. ...”

“How much?!”

“One or two hundred more, I think that will be! ... One for a simple task of killing her, two if the task grows more complex. ... I think I might have to ask for three hundred or even more, if the task - or tasks - afterwards grow very complex.”

“Okay, I think I'll pay you for it!” he said smilingly.

The girl to be mutilated fancied herself as a person who could take any type of torment as too cool to be fatal for her. She was very instinctive about her sadism in a way which had scorned the others around there, especially, somehow the man who was now paying for her to be the victim of such stuff. It was not the other dominatrix who had felt extremely scorned by it, but she felt it enough to seem trustworthy for him to produce results with this mutilation; she too would feel something of the triumph over her that he was after.

He lifted his mobile phone and transferred the first hundred bucks. She received it with a twang from a receiver, the tone of which told her that the money was for her, and the strength of which told her just about how much it was. She looked happily at Arnold. “Alright! Let's begin with scorning her surface innocence and see if it can come out as an innocence for real!”

He smiled. “Yeah! Begin with that!”

She stung a pointed wedge into her stomach. This made the other girl seem fanciful of her, upon which she smiled. She continued by setting the weight tied to the ribbons that held her hands together more free to tighten the grip around her wrists. The girl now sighed. Her dominatrix looked at her and then freed that weight even more. Now the sigh turned into a groan!

Her dominatrix seemed joyful and reacted by also freeing the similar weight connected to her ankles. Now she began crying.

“Good!” he said. “I'll pay you even another two hundred to the extent she also seems to be too innocent to be able to care for herself in a context of Satan!”

The dominatrix looked thoughtful. “I'll try,” she said. “What I don't know, though, is when I'll have to say to her that I'll have to punish her for the sake of Satan! So can you tell me about that?”

“I'll tell you when it's about time!”

“Alright!” she answered and continued by firstly pouring a venom onto the wedge wound. Secondly she also freed the feet's weight even more. They then watched how the girl saw herself as a victim for the first time ever.

“Alright now!” he said. “I think it's about time for it already!”

“Already now? But I've almost just begun my torture session!”

“Yeah! But I can see it on her face that she's tormented enough to see herself as the victim that needs mild treatment for her survival! Thereby you should tell her not to fancy her hopes for mercy to be enough for you to believe in her for!”

She watched her for a few seconds. Then said: “I don't fancy you any more for your grace that do those who fancy other women for their anuses!”

The girl looked desperate.

Her dominatrix smiled and continued: “We now have to punish that ass of yours! I now will expose the fatally ridiculous responsibilities you seem to have!” With that she freed both the weights totally.

The girl looked even more desperate. Then she went for staying immortal after death. In this the two others saw that they were done. “Alright!” he said. “Let's then finish her off by showing her how she should be treated from now and forever after!”

The dominatrix looked hesitant. “I think I'll have another two hundred bucks for that!” she said with grin that made her seem insolent about what she was bargaining about.

“Okay!” he said and transferred the whole sum to her.

When she had heard the twang from the receiver, she began to sting her with some more similar pointed wedges, which she continued with, until she died.