Part 20
Despair
Almost a year had passed since Lena and Mina had been cursed with the Caps of Despair, and the pain of their loss still clung to them like a second skin. They were barred from enjoying their most intimate parts, their bodies refusing to give in to the peaks of pleasure. After the piercings had fully healed, Lena, and Mina, each on their own, fought with the permanent presence of the caps. The constant ever so slight outwards pull of the center rod on their clits was impossible to ignore. Their pearls were hovering just shy of the sharp needles of the cap’s insides. Especially Mina, who always was a slave to her own desires had a hard time coming to terms with her new reality. Masturbation was still her favorite to pass the time on her evenings, but while dildos, toys and penetration worked fine, intercourse did not. They did find their ways back together. Bound by desires and shared suffering. Scissoring with Lena proved to be very painful with the Caps of Despair on, they found out quickly after their healing period was over. For both of them, unfortunately, penetration was never enough to reach the crest of lust. Orgasms seemed to be a thing of the past, at least for now.
Lena spent her days pacing the apartment, her body restless, unable to find peace. The Cap pulsed with each step, a cruel rhythm that taunted her. She tried to touch, to play, but the needles under the Cap loomed just in reach. Without the orgasm, it was futile - a mockery of the lustful desires she once loved.
They had tried everything to break the Caps loose. They had searched for answers, sought out piercing artists who might help, but the Caps remained firmly in place, their rods unyielding. The piercing artists were well versed with chastity piercings but all explained that the exact purpose of the mechanism is to make them permanent. Cutting them off would be far too dangerous and no one was even close to willing to try that avenue.
Each day, the desire to find relief grew stronger, an uncontrollable urge that threatened to consume them. Just walking around in a pair of tight jeans bore painful consequences. Just getting too aroused bore painful consequences, whenever a bound clit engorged enough and swelled into the needles.
Mina sat on the edge of Lena’s couch, staring at the floor, her hands clenched tightly around her knees. Her Cap of Despair pulsed softly with her breath and her arousal, the rhythmic beat mocking her.
"I can’t stand it anymore," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the stillness of the apartment. "It’s like… I’m drowning in lust. I was never ready for this."
"It should not work like this. Not this effective. Why can’t we even get a cotton swap underneath? We should have gotten an infection by now, it should be messy. But it isn’t." Lena said.
"It feels … alive. So often the Cap is warmer than it should be, almost sucking at me. I think there is more to it."
"Evelyn said the Caps are cursed. Sometimes I’m convinced they are supernatural. They should not work the way they do. My Cap pulses occasionally, and it should have no way of doing that. It’s just a small sheet of metal, isn’t it? Or its pulsation is only in my mind? I can feel my life force being drained out through my clit. I understand now what Evelyn meant by draining. Oh Mina, how will we endure this?"
Lena sat across from her, her own eyes filled with frustration. "I know," Mina said, her voice strained. "Every time I try to get off, it feels like my body is betraying me. I can’t reach orgasm, but I can almost feel it… I reach close to the edge but never managed to go over and it’s killing me."
Mina, always very accepting of a submissive role, persuaded Lena to give her bastinado, having her soles whipped and caned in a futile attempt to recreate the hot afterglow of the dances on the stage. But this pain was not the same as the dance over the needles, and totally in vain to help her reach closer to the orgasm she so much yearned for.
One evening in January, Mina and Lena found themselves sitting in Mina’s cozy apartment, dressed up in their latex catsuits, a bottle of red wine between them, the room softly lit by flickering candles. They had each indulged in perhaps one or two glasses too many, the warmth of the wine loosening their tongues and clouding their judgment just enough to let long-buried thoughts resurface. The conversation inevitably turned to Abyss, the place that had once been the epicenter of their lives - and their greatest torment.
"Remember how the entire scene used to buzz about Abyss?" Mina mused, swirling her wine glass lazily. "The dance duels, the challenges… the thrill! it was all anyone could talk about."
Lena nodded, a wistful smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, and now? Nothing. No one’s heard of a single duel against Evelyn herself since we lost to her."
"Maybe everyone is too afraid to issue a challenge?"
They sat in silence again, both thinking about, and being very aware, of their capped clits.
Mina took a deep breath, breaking the silence. "Do you ever wonder why Evelyn was so intent on us? I mean, why us? She seemed hell-bent on crushing us specifically."
Lena frowned, her gaze distant as she considered the question. "We weren’t just competitors to her. I think… we threatened her in some way, we openly confronted. We were relentless in getting revenge for the needles. Maybe our passion, our connection to dance - it was something she saw as a challenge, something she had to destroy to maintain her control."
Mina nodded slowly, the pieces falling into place in her mind. "She thrived on control, on breaking people down. And we didn’t break easily. Even when we lost, we didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing us completely shattered."
The Caps of Despair seem to have been a solitary item for their very special event.
They both fell silent for a moment, the weight of their memories pressing down on them. The Caps of Despair over their clits felt heavier and spikier than usual, a constant reminder of their defeat and the curse that had stolen their orgasms.
Lena sighed, taking another sip of her wine. "Maybe that’s why she singled us out. We were a threat to her dominance, her control over Abyss. She couldn’t stand the idea of us finding even the smallest solace or satisfaction."
The conversation drifted back to the club itself, the memories of the dark, pulsating atmosphere and the thrill of the dance floor. They missed it, despite everything. The allure of Abyss, the energy of the crowd, the sheer exhilaration of losing themselves in the music - it was a part of them, something they couldn’t shake, no matter how much they suffered.
"I miss it." Mina admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "Even with all the pain, all the torment… I miss the feeling of being there, of dancing."
Lena nodded, her expression bittersweet. "Me too. Abyss was more than just a place. It was… freedom, in a way. And now it feels like we’ve lost that forever."
The room fell into a contemplative silence, both women lost in their thoughts, the weight of their memories and longing pressing heavily on their hearts. They knew returning to Abyss was impossible for at least another two months, but the desire lingered, a constant ache that refused to fade.
"You know, when the year of the ban has passed, I might go back there." Mina said.
"No, don’t! You know you will be singled out and subjected to whatever cruel game she comes up with."
"Even then. It is better than suffer this longing, isn’t it?"
They sat silent for some minutes.
"You heard the rumors about the infamous New Year’s party they had at Abyss? They called it the Balance over the Abyss. Not a duel, but some kind of competition between selected party guests. And some wheel of misfortune with prizes. But here the rumors deviate. Someone again allegedly even went into chastity, but not as badly as us!"
"Even though, I want to go back, I miss the thrill." Mina admitted.