The Mist and the Lightning. Part 11
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And Arel began to thrash, tremble, Nikto continued to firmly hold him by the ring hanging from his nose, forcing Arel slightly lifting his head up, wriggle, writhe in his hands, making whining, completely inhuman sounds. White liquid spurted from the hole in the chastity belt.
“I've never seen anything more disgusting!” Lis said, turning away.
And when Arel's body finally stopped contracting convulsively, Nikto let go of the ring, and Arel immediately fell on its side. With his gloved hands, he began to scratch the metal chastity belt, as if trying to rip it off, not realizing that this was a pointless attempt. Nikto watched as Arel, in a hopeless fit, tried to tear off his belt and leather straps, digging into the body.
“In the morning I'll give you to Ver,” he said, “it's time to heal you.”
Nikto pulled Arel to him and turned off the tap. Arel howled in frustration and pain. Nikto fastened the chain to the nose ring and pulled on it again.
“Calm down, calm down,” he ordered, “if you try to take something off, rip off or at least weaken, I will cut off your fucking hands! All the same, they are unnecessary to you.” Arel looked at him with such indescribable horror that Nikto laughed. “Calm down, I'm kidding, it amuses me how you scratch yourself and you still can't do anything. Are the straps too tight? Everything hurts, right? Ver will heal you. Because things still need to be done here!” He nodded at Lis. “There, he’s sitting, worried. So I'll release you soon.”
Arel leaned towards Nikto, trying to kiss his hands.
“Stop it already!” Lis couldn’t stand it.
“Stop standing over me like a brood hen and clucking,” Nikto said to Lis.
“We will not have time to do anything!”
“We will have time for everything.”
Towards evening, they returned to the Estate and continued.
“I'm tired, please,” Arel barely whispered, and his tear-filled eyes glittered.
“I'll let you rest, but later. I said in the morning,” Nikto answered.
“Why are you even letting him open his mouth for nothing,” said Lis. “Come on, fasten his tongue, and let him hum.” Lis grinned and snapped hard on the metal ring sticking out in the corner of Arel's lips. He twitched, clinking chains, shrank:
“Please give me a little rest! Get these rings out of my mouth, please, at least for a little while!”
“They are small,” Nikto was sincerely surprised, “how can they bother you? What, Lis, do you like the way he whines?”
“I like it,” agreed Lis, “let him whine, as you say, let him plead.”
Arel closed his eyes. Nikto unhooked his hands from the headboard, and Arel awkwardly covered his mouth with numb hands.
“Yes, you're right,” Lis smiled, “he twitches funny. I didn't think he would beg after what you did to him.”
“He doesn’t remember much and is really tired,” Nikto explained, “and he begs from time to time, I like it. I allow him to do it sometimes. Now I keep him in chains for a long time and rarely let him cum. He can get relief now only after I give permission and utter the necessary words. He was exhausted.”
Lis looked at Arel's solid steel chastity belt.
“When was the last time he touched his cock?”
“It doesn't matter now,” Nikto shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. His cock no longer belongs to him. He no longer has a cock.”
“Arel, do you feel this tube that Nikto put into your cock?”
Arel raised his bright brown eyes, outlined in black tattoo, at him.
“Yes, get it out, at least for a while! Get some rest! Nik, get it out, please! It’s tearing me apart!”
“He asks to get everything out today,” said Lis.
Nikto again fixed Arel's hands, lifting them strongly up and twisting them a little. Now, any movement caused Arel pain in the twisted joints.
“Please, stop!”
“Calm down!” Lis shouted at him. “Be patient, since he himself wanted it! All of us were in chains for some periods of our lives.”
“Arel, on the whole, withstands movement restrictions very well,” said Nikto. “I’ll weaken you in the morning, maybe not for long. Now, slave, don't even hope! But you can still beg! I love listening to your pleas. The way I bind you, and you pray for the relaxation of trials. Pray to me, Arel, as to your gods, and maybe I will be more merciful. Or maybe I'll make it even more painful so that your current position seems to you happiness. And you begged for it back to you. I can do better, or I can do even worse!”
“You are my God! You are my God!” Arel whispered, crucified on the bed. “I beg you, give me a little rest! Let me breathe a little free.”
“I'll let you rest tomorrow morning! And now you will stay tied up and keep whining how it hurts! Even kids prefer toys that squeak.”
Lis laughed.
“And yet, Arel, remember, if a man did it with you, it would be bad! But I am not a man – I am your God! And that means everything that I do with you is good! Good for you!”
Chapter three
The guest
Nikto still forced himself to return to business. They had to travel a little to the east, to the nearest river, in order to find a good, not deep place for the army to cross the river.
“Will you comb me?” Nikto asked Karina. “Ver doesn't know how to braid all those kinds of braids.”
Karina smiled:
“Do you like them?”
“Well, they get tangled less and you don't need to comb it for a long time.”
“Ah,” Karina held out and took the comb handed to her.
“And I will thank you,” Nikto promised.
“How?”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
At these words of Nikto, Arel, who was sitting on the floor by the bed, raised his head and looked at Karina with a look full of jealousy.
“No, thanks,” Karina answered quickly and tried to concentrate on untangling the old braids at the temples of Nikto. “Let's do without gratitude.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want it.”
“You want it,” Nikto smiled.
“Why do you think so? I love Lis.”