Part 14
The Game Within the Game
Lena and Mina stood outside the steel doors of Abyss, their nerves hidden beneath a veil of confidence. They were ready to issue a challenge, to throw the gauntlet into the ring. It had been weeks since Lena’s new piercing and torment in The Bane of Rest Boots and the Needle Frame. The pain and suffering had hardened them both, and tonight, they were back - not as victims, but as challengers.
The plan was simple: outdance Evelyn, outshine her, and finally put an end to her reign of terror. They had trained relentlessly, their bodies honed, their routine perfected. The thought of Evelyn’s smug face crumbling under the weight of defeat fueled their determination.
The doors creaked open, and they stepped inside. The familiar pulse of the music welcomed them, the crowd moving like shadows in the dim light. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Evelyn waited at the edge of the stage, her dark eyes gleaming as she spotted them. She wore her usual sly smile, but there was something different - a hint of amusement, almost as if she were anticipating something beyond the night’s challenge.
"Well, well," Evelyn purred as they approached. "Lena and Mina, back for more. I hope you’re ready."
Lena stepped forward, her voice steady. "We’re here to finish this. We challenge you."
Evelyn chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Yet another challenge? You never fail to entertain me. Very well. Let’s not waste time, then."
Evelyn raised her arms, silencing the crowd. "Tonight, we have a special treat," she announced, her voice carrying through the club. "Lena and Mina have returned to challenge me once again. They will dance as a couple against me. But this time, I’ll make it easy for them, as they are weak."
The crowd murmured in confusion, and Lena and Mina exchanged wary glances.
Evelyn continued, her smile widening. "We’ll dance in The Velvet Spikes - a simple pair of heels, far less cruel than those before. I don’t want my kittens to cry before the dance is over. And for the stakes? The loser will spend eight hours in the Needle Frame, of course. To be easy on you, kittens, no toe needles involved."
Lena’s eyes narrowed. It seemed too easy. The shoes seemed easy, and the needle frame, she remembered well. Evelyn had always thrived on pushing limits, on pain and spectacle. Why was she not raising the stakes now? Lena was relieved but also unwary; she had expected worse.
Mina leaned in, whispering, "It’s a trap."
Lena nodded slightly but kept her focus on Evelyn. "We accept."
Evelyn clapped her hands, and attendants brought out the Velvet Spikes - a pair of sleek, clear heels with only relatively few nodules containing spikes lining the velvet insoles. No nodules under the balls of the feet, toes or heels. The spikes would go exclusively for the arches. They look beautiful but seemed almost tame compared to the horrors they’d faced before.
"Let’s see what you’ve got," Evelyn said, slipping on her heels with a smirk.
The music began, a slow, sultry beat that quickly escalated into a driving rhythm. Lena and Mina moved in sync, their bodies flowing with the music, each step precise and confident. The crowd watched in awe, their eyes fixed on the duel.
Evelyn danced with her usual grace, but Lena could see it - small, deliberate missteps, a slight falter in her rhythm. Evelyn was holding back, pretending to struggle. It was subtle, but Lena and Mina had studied her too well not to notice.
The spikes occasionally extended upwards from their homes in the nodules when they misstepped, biting into their soles, sharp but bearable. The pain was nothing compared to what they’d endured before, but it was slowly building. They pushed through, their movements growing more confident as Evelyn continued her feigned struggle.
As the music reached its climax, Evelyn stumbled, collapsing to her knees with a dramatic gasp. The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps, believing the queen of Abyss had finally been defeated.
Lena and Mina stood tall, breathing heavily but victorious. They exchanged a look, knowing Evelyn’s fall had been too easy.
Evelyn knelt on the stage, her head bowed, a picture of defeat. The attendants approached, lifting her to her feet as the crowd continued to cheer.
"Well played," Evelyn said softly, her voice carrying a hint of sarcasm. "You’ve won."
The attendants guided her towards the basement, where the Needle Frame awaited. Evelyn looked back, her eyes meeting Lena’s with a glint of something unreadable - amusement, perhaps, or something darker.
"You’ve earned your victory," she said. "Enjoy it while it lasts."
As Evelyn disappeared into the shadows, led by the mysterious silent attendants, Lena felt a strange unease settle in her chest. This wasn’t the end. Evelyn’s defeat was too convenient, too orchestrated.
Mina placed a hand on her shoulder. "We did it, Lena. She’s done." Lena forced a smile, but the nagging doubt remained. "For now. We wanted to win, but she also wanted us to win. What gives?"
In the depths of the basement, Evelyn endured the Needle Frame with a twisted smile. The needle pressed into her from above and below with excruciating precision. The pain was intense, but Evelyn welcomed it. It was a reminder of her control, her ability to endure and manipulate.
She had lost on purpose, orchestrating her defeat to lull Lena and Mina into a false sense of security. This was merely the prelude to the real game - a trap set to ensnare them in something far more sinister.
A month later, when their guard was down, she would issue the ultimate challenge - a revenge duel with stakes so high, they wouldn’t be able to refuse without losing face in the club’s community, even in the whole city’s fetish community. Their names would be tarnished if they refused. And this time, she would ensure they suffered beyond anything they had ever imagined. That would be the point to drain them. To feed upon them.
Evelyn’s smile widened as the needles pressed deeper, the pain fueling her resolve. The game was far from over. The next time they faced each other, Lena and Mina would realize the true cost of their victory.
In the days following their victory, Lena and Mina tried to savor their triumph, but a lingering sense of unease shadowed their celebrations. Lena couldn’t shake the feeling that Evelyn’s defeat had been too easy, too staged.
"She let us win," Lena said one evening as they sat in her apartment, the memory of Evelyn’s parting words echoing in her mind. "She almost made the needle frame sound harmless, without the toe and foot attachments."
"Almost. My time in it was still a nightmare. You experienced it with the toe pads… I never want to go through that, Lena."
Lena looked at her, showing her protective side once more, "My dear, not if I can prevent it."
Mina frowned, her brow furrowed in thought. "You think she’s planning something?"
Lena nodded. "I’m sure of it. She’s not done with us. This was just the beginning."
Mina leaned back, her expression grim. "Then we need to be ready. Whatever she’s planning, we’ll face it together."
They continued to train, their resolve hardening with each passing day. The next time Evelyn came for them, they would be prepared. They had beaten her once, and they would do it again - no matter the stakes.
As the month drew on, Lena and Mina waited, knowing the challenge would come. The tension between them grew, their anticipation mixing with a growing dread. They knew Evelyn too well to believe she would accept defeat easily.
When the invitation finally arrived - a cryptic message summoning them back to Abyss for a "final reckoning" - they felt a mix of fear and determination.
"This is it," Lena said, her voice steady. "The real challenge."
"We have to go," she added, tapping the letter for emphasis. "It says if we refuse the rematch, we’ll be banned from Abyss for life. That can’t happen - not after everything we’ve been through."
Mina nodded, her eyes burning with resolve. "A request for a rematch can not be turned down without being expelled, correct. We’ll face her, Lena. But don’t you see? This has Evelyn written all over it. She’s baiting us, setting the stage for something cruel. She wants us to fall into her trap."
Lena smirked, folding the letter carefully. "Of course it’s a trap. But traps can be outsmarted. Evelyn thinks she’s unbeatable, that we’ll break under her games. She’s wrong."
"Then we’ll make her regret it," Mina said firmly. "If she wants us to play her game, we’ll play. And this time, we’ll win on our terms. We will practice to dance long, hard and praise to any beat. We’ll dance with uncooked rice in our heels to prepare us to ignore the spikes."
Lena laughed, "That’s actually a good idea. We will come more prepared than she can hope for."
Together, they prepared for the ultimate showdown, knowing that Evelyn’s vengeance would be calculated and unforgiving. But the fire in their hearts burned brighter than fear. Whatever Abyss had in store, they were determined to face it - and Evelyn - with everything they had.
The final dance was coming, and this time, the stakes would for sure be higher than ever before. They walked on slowly, and Alina’s plaque came into view - its familiar etching glowing with quiet authority.
ALINA
ICE PRINCESS. CHASTITY. 5 YEARS.
4 y, 7 m, 25 d, 14:32
The countdown flickered with every second, a quiet hum of submission eternalized in digits.
"Still ticking," Mina said.
"It’s beautiful," Lena replied. She was soaked, and she didn’t care. Her voice was hushed, reverent. "So many women here just… giving it all up. For nothing but the edge. For the thrill."
Mina gave her a look. "And for opportunities. But you're really into this."
"Of course I am," Lena said, eyes never leaving the plaques. "I want to see how far they’ll go."
"Could you take it?" Mina asked.
"I hope I don’t find out. I mean… I find the concept of chastity so incredibly hot. But for myself? I prefer to have my orgasms."
She grabbed Lena’s arm and pulled her away, forcefully, back towards the bar.
Lena was startled "What are you doing?"
"You do realize that when we issue our challenge, Evelyn could very well set the forfeit to include chastity? Especially when we are seen hanging around at the chastity plagues too long!?“
Lena looked sheepishly into Mina’s eyes. "If we end up locked for a year, maybe we should make the most of our time. You know… as we did… back in university?"
They stood there in silence, Mina squeezed Lena’s hand and smiled.