She wore a black maid dress. Short skirt. White apron. Thigh-high stockings that hugged her aged but surprisingly toned legs.
Her foot was planted directly on the boy's crotch. Pressing down. Grinding.
"Master~" she cooed, face flushed with genuine pleasure. "Is this helping reduce your pain?"
The boy was crying.
Actually crying. Tears streaming down his face. Body trembling.
She noticed.
"Oh my. Still hurting?"
She reached beside her.
Jax's eyes followed.
A whip. And a burning candle.
She picked up the candle. Tilted it slowly.
Hot wax dripped onto the boy's nipple.
His body convulsed. A strangled scream escaped his gagged mouth.
She smiled sweetly. "I hope that helped, Master."
More wax. Other nipple.
Another convulsion.
"Please don't hesitate to tell me if you're feeling any more pain." Her voice was soothing. Motherly. Completely insane. "I can always shove this burning candle inside you to ease your suffering~"
Jax's hand moved on autopilot.
