Part 25
Invitation
In summer, many more months into Lena’s and Mina’s suffering, they found a small, fragile solace - their nipples. They had not returned to Abyss, yet, but pondered the possibility, now that their ban has ended.
Though they could no longer masturbate by pleasuring their clits directly, they allowed themselves to gently be taken to the sensual feelings emanating from the touch of their nipples. It wasn’t the same, but it was enough to keep their spirits from breaking entirely. Nipple play became their sanctuary, combined with dildo play and fingering, they found a quiet rebellion against the curse of the Caps of Despair that had stripped them of their joy. They found via many nights of trial and error, it only worked in certain positions, the receiving partner on her knees, to ease the Cap as much as possible while her clitoris stood erect, its tip grazing into the needles. An exquisite pain, but the lust and desire prevailed.
One night, together, after many hours of relentless stimulation, the unthinkable happened. Mina, on her knees, carefully dildoing herself into oblivion, came. Hard. As Lena was twirling, licking, sucking and twisting her delicate nipples, Mina finally crested. She screamed in surprise, bucking down hard. The needles met her with vigor as she slammed on her stomach. Another, even louder scream followed, the orgasm ruined. But the curse of the Cap seemed broken.
They experimented, fine-tuned. The needles in their Caps helped, when their pearls just ever so slightly grazed them, blurring the line of stimulation and pain. It required precision. After just a week, both managed to orgasm at the others’s hands and mouth. The orgasms were always accompanied by the painful bite of the Caps, which seemed to somehow be warmer and more painful when this happened, as if they were angry, but the slightly painful orgasms were very, very welcome after their long chastity.
Somewhere in the dark, Evelyn, ever vigilant, watched from the shadows of Club Abyss. Her acquaintances, and colleagues in the scene, reported a change in Lena’s and Mina’s demeanor. Their lustful suffering seemed to have gone, replaced by happy smiles, their steps being lighter again. She could not risk their comeback and them challenging her reign in Abyss. She had heard rumors that Lena was considered a possible younger successor for her position. Young, ambitious, and courageous enough to challenge the Pain Mistress. She was dangerous, even if she didn’t know it herself. Evelyn needed them gone, or better yet, in bondage and servitude. The Count had already been willing to subject her to stakes so high that she herself was at risk of accepting the Cap of Despair. To secure her future in the long term, she needed them both completely broken. Therefore, their small reprieve infuriated her, even frightened her. Was the Count thinking, Lena could replace her eventually? Retiring her with a Cap of Despair as a parting gift for her decades of service? It would fit the picture, her final service being food for the count, being drained through a Cap of her own and withering.
Her thoughts lingered back to the time when she started at Abyss as a pain maiden, then advanced to pain mistress. Did the Count already see Lena as a new pain maiden? Never! Her competition had to be destroyed before they came to power. And there is nothing more than to cement the status of a submissive than chastity. A mistress who had her orgasms sealed away was no real mistress and would never rise to become one.
It was expected though, as an experienced Mistress she had seen it before. Blocking a sub’s clitoris is not enough in the long term to ensure their chastity. With belted patrons it rarely happens, but it does sometimes. Most are lingering in denial and frustration, unable to masturbate or have sex. The Caps of Despair however, allowed masturbation, just no clitoral stimulation, which the needles actively discouraged. Combined with access to their nipples, the Caps could be overcome apparently. Not always, but they were not the first case. Neither the last. She needed to up her game to fix this loophole.
She noticed that the energy flowing towards her had diminished. That was proof enough for her. Having heard of the couple being spotted with newfound lightness in their behavior additional proof evidence that the time has come. The sight of Lena and Mina finding even a shred of comfort grated on her, angered her. She wanted to crush that solace, to deepen their suffering until there was nothing left but unsatisfiable sexual frustration and despair in orgasmic denial. She desired the ultimate submission for her antagonists and only permanent chastity could quench her thirst. She had to take both of them out of the picture.
She would act fast, before the Count intervened again, or Lena and Mina would seek her out with their ban ended. She would need to act now, so she could battle them on her terms, on her playing field. She’d leave nothing to change and finish them for good, restoring and completing sealing their chastity.
Evelyn’s mind turned to a new cursed object - The Rings of Eternal Longing. These special rings would amplify Lena and Mina’s desire to find sexual relief, but making it an unbearable, insatiable need. And it would close their forbidden avenue to bliss. But the cruel twist? The rings would slip over their nipples, their insides garnished with small dull needles. They would slide on, imitate a gentle pressure, even a gentle sucking on the nipple, tight enough to not slip off by themselves, but loose enough to be worn constantly. They wouldn’t come off anyway, as they came with their own optional exquisite accessoire: a small accessory cap, needle lined on the inside of course, which would fix the rings into place via a nipple piercing, making them impossible to remove as long as the piercing is in place. Small caps of despair in themselves, to complete the condition of those unfortunate enough to wear them. She knew of course, that both Mina and Lena had received their nipple piercings long ago in the basement of Abyss. Naturally, there was also a spring loaded variant available for a more permanent fit, as the Abyss’ artisans never were short on cruel ideas. The Rings of Eternal Longing would block their ability to find release entirely, leaving them trapped in unfulfillable lust and desire, tormented by a passion they could no longer fulfill.
To enact her plan, Evelyn needed to lure them back to Club Abyss for one final challenge. She crafted a deceitful invitation, promising them a chance to get even with her by wagering the Cap of Despair herself again, to join them in their suffering of pain and denial. She had a feeling that at least Lena would not be able to resist a possibility to get revenge on her. Mina, not so much. While she had observed some rebellious traits in Mina, she was submissive at heart and would maybe have already accepted her life in the constant ebb and flow of unfulfilled desires that denial and chastity caused.
The invitation arrived on a warm, quiet evening. It was elegantly crafted, bearing the seal of Club Abyss, and promised the one thing Lena and Mina had longed for - a chance at revenge.
Lena turned the invitation card over to find an AI generated image depicting a dance duel with two younger women and one older woman, with a mysterious man observing from behind. Ridiculous needle themed decorations adorned the Club.
Lena read the invitation aloud, her voice trembling with a mixture of hope and suspicion. "They’re offering us a final challenge, a month from today. We can curse Evelyn with her own Cap. We have beaten Evelyn twice, sending her to the needle frame. We can do it."
Mina’s eyes narrowed, her expression cautious, looking at the image. "I’m sure these are not the actual outfits for the dance duel. And that one time, she wanted us to win! It has to be a trap. But what choice do we have? We won’t get rid of our clit shields, what use do we have from this? Is just getting revenge enough?"
Lena nodded, the weight of the past one and a half year pressing heavily on her shoulders. "We’ll go. We’ll face her again. We can do it. We found our way to orgasm, she won’t find hers. I want to see her capped."
Mina reluctantly agreed, "Dance of Despair, it seems only fitting to dance her into that cursed Cap of Despair herself."