Part 6
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The haunting memories of her dance at Abyss refused to fade. Each night, Mina would replay the relentless beat of the music, the searing pain of the spikes in the Boots of the Languished Sole, and the twisted satisfaction on Evelyn’s face. Despite the agony, the submissive part of her craved more. The challenge had awakened something within her - a need to test her limits, to prove her strength.
Lena didn’t want her to return. But Mina couldn't shake the pull of the club, the lure of another chance to face its dark trials. Lena's warnings echoed in her mind, but the intrigue was too strong. She had to know what lay beyond the previous challenge. She had seen the display of Alina’s chastity timer. She was hooked. For the lasts nights, she kept masturbating for hours thinking of the painful boots, the challenge burned into her mind. She could not deny it, she liked it. She liked the pain. No, she did not like the pain. But she loved the challenge, trying to dance perfectly, avoiding the kisses of the spikes. She needed to know the story behind Alina. The dominant eyes of that succubus named Evelyn. She masturbated again to satisfaction to help her fall asleep.
One evening, without telling Lena, Mina made her decision. She dressed simply in latex gear, threw over a leather coat and headed out. Her heart was pounding as she approached the familiar steel doors of Abyss. The city’s lights loomed around her, casting eerie shadows that seemed to guide her forward.
Inside, the club pulsed with its usual life - a relentless, almost otherworldly energy that seemed to breathe through the walls. The crowd was as wild as ever, bodies in rubber and latex moving in sync with the pounding bass. Yet, everything felt different to Mina. The faces seemed more distorted, the music more menacing, and the atmosphere charged with anticipation.
Mina’s gaze immediately sought out the stage. There, standing with her signature air of dominance, was Evelyn. Their eyes met, and a slow, knowing smile spread across the hostess’s face. The club’s lights dimmed slightly, leaving only her in a soft spotlight. A hush fell over the onlookers, their gazes drawn to her like moths to flame. Her eyes roamed over the crowd until they found their mark - Mina.
"Mina," Evelyn purred, voice carrying through the club like silk wrapped around a blade. "You returned without your precious Lena tonight. Bold. Curious. Vulnerable. I knew you’d be back," Evelyn purred as Mina approached the stage. Her voice dripped with satisfaction, a mixture of amusement and something darker. "You couldn’t resist, could you? How are your soles feeling tonight?"
Mina stood tall, forcing down her nerves. "I’m well. My soles are fine again. It was tantalizing. I wanted to see more. Mistress Evelyn, I’m ready for whatever you’ve got.", submissively lowering her eyes.
Evelyn chuckled, circling Mina like a predator. "Oh, my dear, you have no idea how much you amuse me. Did you just really offer me your soles again, voluntarily? Did your friend tell you about her membership contract? You want to see more now? Careful, you are the submissive type. A pain kitten. Those tend to dance, to suffer, to languish. You want to see more or dance again? Have a look at these marvelous heels."
Evelyn motioned to her attendants, who carried a velvet case to the center of the stage. With a flourish, Evelyn opened it to reveal a pair of heels unlike any Mina had ever seen. They were transparent, delicate-looking, and eerily beautiful. But as the light caught them, Mina saw the true horror: inside the translucent nodules on the insoles were rows of sharp, slender needles instead of spikes, each poised to strike upwards. Evelyn took her microphone and turned to the crowd.
"Behold," Evelyn announced to the crowd, "the Translucent Torment Heels. We did not dance with these for quite some time. These special heels are equipped with sensor-activated needles instead of the standard blunt spikes. They won’t draw blood, but they promise a pain far more excruciating."
The heels gleamed in the low lighting, glass-like and almost ethereal, with faint glimmers hinting at the mechanical menace hidden within. The crowd gasped, a ripple of anticipation washing over them. Whispers broke out - had someone actually agreed to wear those?
She turned back to Mina, eyes locked onto her. She muted the microphone and whispered to her. "But tonight, I’ll personally invite you to the stage again, and we’re raising the stakes." Slowly she added "Just for you, pain kitten."
"These have been waiting especially for you, my dear Mina," Evelyn said, including the crowd again, her voice wrapping around the girl like a trap. "We have been waiting. You danced once before, protected by your friend’s presence. But now, it is just you. Alone with a pair of beautiful and glittering heels."
Mina’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the heels. There was a surge of fear - real, primal - but laced with it was that irresistible thrill she couldn’t deny. The promise of pain. Of challenge. Of being seen.
"I…" she hesitated, heart pounding, "I didn’t meant to offer my soles. I didn’t know I would be - "
"You entered willingly," Evelyn cut in gently. "And here, at Abyss, you can choose. I give you the choice, your soles, as offered, in these Heels, or you retract your delicious offer and will never experience the pain they can invoke. You can satisfy your curiosity, or you can leave the club, forever. The choice is yours. Consent, or don’t."
Mina swallowed hard. Her knees trembled slightly. Never come back here, never find out what happens here? While Lena went and she’d stay behind? No. She had to do it. She managed a nod. How bad could the heels be? Needles. The spikes were painful. How much worse would these be. Needles. This was what she was here for, wasn’t it? She masturbated to the spiked heels. Many times. "I am ready, Mistress." she heard herself say, casting her eyes down.
The attendants glided forward - mute, masked in black latex - and guided her to a waiting chair. Her boots were removed, and the cool air kissed her bare feet before the transparent heels were placed delicately onto them. The shoes fit like they were made for her. Because they were.
As they locked into place with an ominous click, Mina felt a cold shiver run through her body. Beneath the surface of each heel, she could feel the presence of the dormant needles - in their nodules, waiting, patient.
Evelyn smiled and took a slow step back. "Remember, pain kitten, every step must be perfect. The music will guide you, but if you falter… your soles will pay. The price is higher this time."
The music started slow - a haunting melody that pulsed deep in her chest. She moved carefully at first, testing the heels. They were light and flexible, but she could feel the faint press of the small nodules in which the needles were hidden, a constant reminder of the stakes. Mina moved cautiously, adjusting to the height and weight of the heels. They were light, eerily light, and flexible. But she could feel the knobs pressing faintly into her arches, constant reminders of the danger that lurked just under the surface.
As the beat picked up, Mina fell into rhythm. Her body moved gracefully, each step more confident than the last. The crowd watched, breath held, enraptured by the tension, the courage, the raw sensuality of the performance. And for a while, it seemed she might master it. Mina moved like poetry - fluid, controlled, radiant under the colored lights.
But then, the music changed. It sharpened. The tempo became erratic and volatile. Mina’s breath caught, and she struggled to match its pace. Her arms flailed ever so slightly for balance, her body tensed. A single misstep. A tremor in her footing. The response from the heels was immediate. A flash of pain shot through her feet as the needles activated, stabbing into the delicate flesh of her soles. This was nothing like the spikes. She cried out aloud, knees buckling for a heartbeat, barely catching herself. The crowd cried out, some in horror, others in perverse thrill.
Mina pushed through, staggering back into the rhythm. Every step now was a negotiation with agony. Each misstep of her foot brought sharp reminders of her failure to remain perfect. But she danced on, defiant, sweat glistening under the stage lights, her body trembling but unbowed. And above it all, Evelyn watched from her dark throne, the corner of her mouth curved in approval. The crowd’s energy shifted, their cheers becoming more frantic. Some shouted encouragement, while others seemed almost gleeful at her suffering. Evelyn watched with a cruel smile, her eyes never leaving Mina.
Finally, the music slowed, signaling the end. Mina’s legs buckled, and she collapsed onto the stage, gasping for breath. The needles retracted with the last note falling silent, their torment momentarily ceased.
The crowd erupted into applause, but Mina barely heard it. Her body trembled, her mind reeling from the experience. The attendants removed her heels. Angry red dimples adorned the soles of her feet. Evelyn examined her soles and licked her lips with a hungry smile, approaching, her smile growing into one of twisted satisfaction.
"You’ve done well, my dear," she said, helping Mina to her feet. "Few have endured the Translucent Torment Heels until the end of the song."
Mina accepted the prize - a larger sum than before - but her hands shook as she held it. The thrill of victory was overshadowed by the lingering pain and the weight of what she had endured.
"You’ll come back," Evelyn whispered, her voice a promise and a threat. "They always do."
Later that night, Mina stumbled out of the club, her soles still hurting, the cool night air hitting her like a wave, sending shivers of cold through her catsuit. Her mind swirled with conflicting emotions - pride, pain, fear, and an unsettling desire for more. She had survived the needle heels, but what now?
As she walked away from Abyss, Mina knew tonight she would masturbate again, she needed it, badly. The challenge had grown more brutal, the pain more intense, but the thrill of the dance, the promise of proving herself, had also grown. It was a temptation too powerful to ignore.
Mina’s steps faltered, her feet aching from the needles’ cruel bite. Yet, deep down, a part of her already longed for the next challenge. The Abyss had ensnared her, and she would dance again.