Part 12
Ultimate Dance Duel
The dark allure of Abyss was a siren call Lena could no longer ignore. Mina’s time in the Needle Frame had left her emotionally charged, and Lena’s guilt had festered into annoyance. Evelyn had tricked them both, and now Lena was back - not for the thrill, but for answers.
The steel doors of Abyss loomed before her, cold and unyielding. This time, Lena didn’t feel the usual trepidation. She felt only resolve. Pushing the doors open, she stepped into the club, the pulsing beat of the music echoing through her veins. The crowd was alive, dancing to the relentless rhythm, but Lena’s focus was solely on the stage where Evelyn waited.
Evelyn spotted her immediately, a wicked smile curling her crimson lips. She didn’t expect to get an opportunity at taking on Lena so soon again. "Back so soon, Lena?" she called over the music. "Have you come to test your luck again?"
Lena made her way through the crowd, her eyes burning with fury. "I’m here for one thing. You tricked us into dueling each other!"
Evelyn chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "So, you seek revenge on me, is it? How delightful. But does Mina want you to act for her? What if Mina actually desires revenge on you? After all, you sent her into the Needle Frame. But you know how things work here. If you want a chance at me, you’ll have to play by the rules and risk the needles yourselves."
"Yes, I take my chance at you! I already know I can beat you. Let us dance for the candle-lit bench." Lena smirked.
"Very well then, rubber kitten. I love your fire. You are one of my most intriguing new members. But for this impudence I shall destroy you in pain. You will pay dearly for not letting this go. The challenger is challenging but the challenged one choses the forfeit. Unless it is a demanded rematch."
Evelyn raised a hand, and the music softened, the crowd’s attention turning to the unfolding spectacle. "Tonight," Evelyn began, her voice smooth and commanding, "Tonight, I am challenged by the rebellious rubber kitten Lena, because she is angry that she came out victorious of her previous dance duel. Apparently she did not like winning that duel, so she keeps tempting fate. Maybe she secretly wants to lose? As she already won her previous duel against me, and she has no right to challenge me again. I could indeed refuse her advances. But I won’t, in fact I am delighted to take up the chance to have a little revenge on her myself. She shall have her duel, but just for her, we raise the stakes higher than ever before. We prepare the stage and a dance of languished soles shall commence "
The music swelled up again, and the crowd danced. Lena stood, somewhat lost on one side of the stage, but after just a few minutes, the music ebbed away. Evelyn was back on stage and with a wave, attendants brought out a large, ornate wheel divided into five sections, each labeled with the name of a different pair of heels. In front of the wheel stood five pedestal-mounted displays, each holding a unique pair of heels, their cruel designs glinting under the dim club lights.
"These," Evelyn said with a flourish, "are the finest creations Abyss has to offer for a dance of languish and attrition. Each pair designed to test the limits of pain and endurance."
She gestured to the first pair, their transparent design eerily familiar. "The Glass Agony Heels - sharp needles waiting in the nodules visible for all to see, jabbing upwards with every misstep."
The second pair was sleek and black, their insoles lined with clusters of tiny, cruel spikes instead of needles. "The Thorned Embrace - a relentless assault on your soles, non-retractable permanent spikes, pricking with every step."
Next was a pair of shimmering silver heels, their surfaces adorned with small metallic studs. "The Blistering Blades - each step rubs and grates, turning even the smoothest movements into agony."
The fourth pair gleamed with an otherworldly glow, their soles embedded with fine, hair-like, very short, but permanently extended needles. "The Venomous Stilettos - designed to feel like thousands of pinpricks, each step a symphony of unavoidable pain. Only the strongest can endure even a minute in them."
Finally, Evelyn motioned to the last transparent pair, their insoles covered in narrow, stiff and hard spikes. "The Infernal Spires - a pair of mules designed to pierce just deep enough to press against every nerve without breaking the skin, a true test of constant pain endurance. They are permanently extended, no sensors here. You would need to embrace the pain to even take a single step."
The crowd murmured with a mix of awe and horror as Evelyn turned to Lena. "One of these will decide our fate tonight," she said, her voice dripping with delight. "The wheel will choose, and we’ll dance. But this time, the loser faces a fate far worse than before."
Evelyn stepped closer, her smile widening. "The loser will endure the Needle Frame once more, but with an added twist."
She described it in detail, savoring every word. "Special needle pads will be placed on the soles and toes, pressing into every inch, even sliding beneath the toenails - just enough to cause exquisite pain without drawing blood. Also, this time we grant the loser even a real piercing! Free of extra charge. Right through the clitoris."
Lena gulped. Maybe it was a bad idea to challenge Evelyn again. Refuse and walk, said a tiny voice in her mind. The audience held their breath in a second of silence before erupting into applause.
Run, said the voice in her mind, now louder.
"Now, dear rubber kitten. Do you act or only talk? Walk away in shame, or accept the stakes? So far you had indulged in observing other people’s high stakes, getting off on seeing the games. Sending your dearest friend in to the Needle Frame. So we think it is appropriate to raise your stakes as well."
Everything in Lena screamed to run. Reject the challenge. She could still refuse within the terms of her membership contract. Lena’s fists clenched at her sides, but she didn’t bolt. "Spin the wheel," she said coldly, suppressing the fear and an underlying tingle of something else.
Evelyn’s eyes sparkled with malice as she motioned to an attendant. The wheel spun, the sections blurring together as the crowd held their breath. Slowly, it began to slow, clicking past each name until it finally stopped.
The Infernal Spires.
Evelyn’s smile turned vicious. "How fitting."
The attendants approached Lena and Evelyn, fitting the Infernal Spires onto their feet, securing the mules in place with lockable ankle straps which looped under the shoe’s sole. The moment Lena’s feet settled into the heels, she felt the narrow spikes pressing into her soles, sharp enough to send jolts of pain with even the slightest movement. Pain endurance.
Evelyn whispered into Lena’s ear as they made their way to the center of the stage, "I promised, I will destroy you for your impudence."
The music began, a slow, sinister rhythm that quickly built into a frenetic tempo. Lena and Evelyn moved in sync at first, their bodies flowing with the beat. Each step was a test of endurance, the spikes digging deeper with every step, not just missteps.
Lena gritted her teeth, focusing on the rhythm, determined to outlast Evelyn. The crowd watched in hushed anticipation, their eyes flicking between the two dancers. She felt the spikes pressing into her feet, the pain evident in every flinch and stumble.
Evelyn moved with practiced grace, her expression one of cool control despite the constant bite of the spikes. Lena fought to keep up, her legs burning, her feet screaming in agony. The spikes felt like they were drilling into her nerves, each step a new wave of torment.
As the music reached its crescendo, Lena felt her strength waning. Her vision blurred with tears, her steps faltering. Evelyn seized the moment, her movements flawless as she pushed through the final beats, her face a frozen mask.
Lena stumbled, the spikes biting just too hard into her feet. She gasped, collapsing onto her knees as the music stopped. The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and gasps, the realization of her defeat sinking in.
Evelyn stood victorious, her breath steady despite the pain. She approached Lena, her smile one of cruel satisfaction. "It seems you’ve lost, my dear."
Lena looked up, her body trembling. "You tricked us. You tricked Mina."
Evelyn knelt beside her, her voice a soft whisper. "And now, you’ll pay the price, my dear rubber kitten."
The attendants lifted Lena, guiding her towards the basement. The crowd parted, their cheers fading into a low murmur as Lena was led away. She felt the weight of her defeat, the looming nightmare of the Needle Frame and The Bane of Rest Boots pressing down on her. Tonight, she would be learning all about the needle frame by experience, having only heard from Mina how painful it could be.
In the dim, hot basement, Lena was secured in the nude in the Needle Frame. The new special needle pads were pressed against her soles and toes, the thin needles sliding just beneath the first two millimeters of her toenails. Lena let out ten individual screams, the pain sharp and unrelenting as each needle found its home. The sole’s part of the pads consisted of moving needles in wave-like patterns over her soles, from the underside of her suffering toes to her heel. They pushed deep and hard, stopping just before the point of actual punctures.
The attendant held one piercing needle in front of Lena’s pain distorted face. Only her mouth was visible under her black featureless hood, anonymous and beautiful. She gave Lena an evil smile as she vanished with the needle underneath the Needle Frame and Lena felt her spread her labia. Her clitoral hood was pushed back, a wet kiss sucked longingly on her exposed clitoris. It was a godly feeling. The tongue curled in impossible patterns, circles around her pearl. Long and thin, its tip curled around it. No human tongue would be able to move like this. Too long, too firm, too flexible. She rapidly approached her orgasm. The clitoris was slowly sucked into the mouth again, and just as Lena hit the edge, ready to crest, she was let go. Then the feeling abruptly changed. A long guttural scream echoed through the basement as the piercing needle found its home and then made its way fully through it, the needle’s tip re-emerging on the other side. The attendant carried on as she pierced her nipples as well and slipped a barbell piercing through which could stay in until it was healed. This unwanted gift was the tradition for everyone who had the honor of visiting the Needle Frame the first time.
For the next eight hours, Lena endured the full body needle torture in solitude, her mind and body pushed to their limits. Each time she thought she might pass out, the needles pressed deeper, keeping her awake, keeping her in agony.
When the ordeal finally ended, Lena was released from the frame, her body limp and trembling. Her legs barely supported her weight, and her breath came in shallow, shuddering gasps. The raw memory of the needle pads haunted every step, the sensation of those thin, merciless tips still alive under her skin. She made her way home slowly, wrapped in silence, cradling the wounds etched not just into her flesh but into her mind. The apartment was dim, quiet, a sanctuary of stillness. She collapsed onto the couch, curling inward, letting the pain settle into her bones as if to lick her wounds in private. The echoes of the frame lingered with every heartbeat. But even in her suffering, Lena’s resolve didn’t waver. She had lost this battle, but the war wasn’t over. Evelyn might have won this time, but Lena would return, stronger, ready to end Evelyn’s reign once and for all.
The next day, Mina arrived unannounced, having heard the rumors swirling about Abyss, about the duel. Her face was drawn with worry, eyes scanning Lena’s pale, worn expression. She set down her bag quietly, as if entering a hospital room. Nothing needed to be said at first. The silence spoke volumes.
Mina arrived shortly after, her expression a mix of concern and determination.
"Lena," Mina said softly, kneeling beside her. "It’s over. You did it."
Lena gave a weak smile, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. "Barely."
Mina sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You’re stronger than you think. Evelyn might have won this round, but we’re not done."
Lena nodded, the fire in her eyes rekindling. "No, we’re not. I want her to pay for this."
"You still want your revenge?"
"I want to repay her a hundredfold."
They spent the next few days recuperating, Lena gradually regaining her strength with Mina’s help. As the physical pain began to fade, their minds turned to plotting. They knew they couldn’t challenge Evelyn outright again - not yet. Mina thought, they shouldn’t challenge her at all. But Lena insisted, like a hurt animal, ready to pounce. She would plan, prepare, and ensure the next encounter would be on their terms. Mina could do little to make her abandon the idea.
"If you must, if you can’t let go, we need to outdance her. I will help you," Mina said one evening, her voice firm. "Not just in strength or endurance, but in skill. We have to beat her at her own game."
Lena nodded, the idea sparking something deep within her. "If we can’t outlast her in pain, we’ll outshine her on the dance floor."
They began training in secret, pushing their bodies to their limits. Every night, they practiced in Lena’s apartment, honing their movements, perfecting their rhythm. They studied Evelyn’s style, learning every nuance of her performances, and worked tirelessly to craft a routine that would surpass anything the club had ever seen.
Mina brought a sense of hope and energy that helped pull Lena from the shadows of her torment. Together, they found strength in their shared determination, each move bringing them closer to their goal.
"We’ll need more than just a great performance," Mina said one night, wiping sweat from her brow. "We need to find a way to tip the scales."
Lena’s eyes narrowed as she considered the options. "We know Evelyn thrives on control. If we can break that - disrupt her confidence - we’ll have the upper hand.
The plan took shape slowly, each detail meticulously considered. They would return to Abyss, but not as victims. This time, they would come as challengers with a carefully orchestrated routine designed to dazzle and dominate. But their strategy went beyond just dancing; they would manipulate the environment, subtly undermining Evelyn’s control.
Mina nodded, already considering who they could approach. "There are plenty who’ve suffered under her reign. If we can convince them, they’ll help us. Cheer us on from the dance floor, unsettling Evelyn."
As the days turned into weeks, Lena and Mina grew stronger, their confidence building with each practice session. The memory of Lena’s time in the Needle Frame and The Bane of Rest Boots became fuel for their resolve, a constant reminder of why they couldn’t fail.
They worked tirelessly, knowing that their next encounter with Evelyn would be their last chance to bring her down. The pain they had endured, the humiliation, and the suffering - it all culminated in this single goal: revenge.
One evening, as they sat together after another grueling practice, Lena turned to Mina, her expression serious. "Are you ready for this?"
"I’m not sure. I will stand with you, if you really pull through with it. But is revenge on Evelyn really worth it?"
"I want it. She had no right to do what she did. Needle heels for you, or ban you. Manipulate us into dueling each other."
Mina countered, "Technically, she had the right. I accepted my dance over needles. And the duel brought us closer. Very close indeed. I’m happy for that."
"You mean the outcome justify the means?"
"Kind of."
"No, I want her to pay. At least spend a night in the needle frame." Lena insisted.
"But you had her there once already. Does it really change anything? Do you really need to prove your point?"
Lena met her gaze, her eyes burning with determination. "More than ever."
Together, they had faced Abyss’s darkest challenges and survived. Now, they were ready to take control, to outdance and outlast Evelyn, and to reclaim their power.
The stage was set, the plan in motion. When the time would come, they would step into Abyss, it would be as conquerors - not victims. The dance wasn’t over. Their final showdown with Evelyn was yet to come, and this time, they would emerge victorious.