Part 28
Dance of Despair
The big date arrived. On the night of the event, more or less one and a half years after having been fitted with the Caps of Despair, Lena and Mina returned to Abyss, their hearts heavy with anticipation and dread. The club was packed, the crowd buzzing with excitement. The club was tense with expectation. Midnight loomed, and with it, the long-announced duel that had set every tongue in Abyss whispering. Every booth hummed with speculation. Every shadow held someone watching, waiting. And when Lena and Mina entered the bar, flanked by the quiet pull of their presence, more than one head turned. The stage was set for the ultimate showdown, and everyone knew it.
The bar at Abyss glowed low and inviting, casting golden pools of light over glossy black surfaces and crimson velvet stools. Patrons lingered in pairs and trios, some masked, others barefaced, but all wrapped in the hush of the club’s strange intimacy. Behind the bar, the bottles gleamed like trophies—liquid promises. Lena approached, the slight hitch in her step betraying the pressure between her thighs. She wore a sleek black catsuit, immaculate, the cruel chastity cap secured to her flesh beneath.
And near the end, half in shadow, Valeria sipped a dark cocktail, eyes roaming lazily across the room. Her gaze froze. Lena. And beside her, unmistakable in her tailored catsuit and the elegant, feline tension of her stance: Mina.
"Well well," came a voice like polished leather. Valeria, leaning against the bar with a half-empty glass of obsidian wine, took one look at them and smirked. "I recognize those silhouettes anywhere. Lena. Mina. Thought you were gone for too long. The year ban seemed… unnecessary."
„The ban ended," Lena said coolly, her voice tight beneath the low pulse of bass. Her eyes, ringed in the subtle sheen of sweat and tension, met Valeria’s without flinching. Mina gave only a nod, silent, her gloved hand resting on the bar beside Lena’s. They wore their punishment like armor, the caps hidden beneath the latex suits, but the emotional weight of them was unmistakable.
Valeria’s smirk faded into something more serious. Her gaze swept them both with sharp understanding. "You shouldn’t have agreed to this. Evelyn doesn’t lose gracefully. You remember what I said about draining, don’t you? It’s real. That stage tonight, it’s a sacrificial altar. And she’s not the one about to bleed."
Lena gave a dry smile. "Now I understand what you meant. About the draining. The club… it's not a metaphor anymore. It’s feeding off me. I can feel it. I wear the caps and it's like… it isn't just chastity. It's consumption. It drinks from my ache. The Caps feel alive even, torturing us."
Lena’s lips curled, but there was no humor in her smile. Only hunger. "We’re not fighting for freedom, Valeria. These caps are forever. But if we can humiliate her… if we can render Evelyn chaste, for good, forever, too…"
Valeria’s eyes widened slightly. "You want to bind her? Bind the Pain Mistress of Abyss in permanent chastity?"
Lena nodded once. "I want her begging. Just once. I want her clit locked under the steel cap with its needles. I want her to feel what she’s inflicted."
For a long moment, Valeria said nothing. The bar light caught the reflection in her glass, painting her cheek in a line of crimson. Then she leaned in close.
"Be careful," she whispered. "The club doesn’t just take from losers. Sometimes it feeds on vengeance, too. And Evelyn… Evelyn’s been feeding it for decades."
The silence between them felt charged, the music a distant throb. Lena didn’t look away. Neither did Mina.
Valeria finished her drink. "Midnight’s almost here. Gods help you both." Then she clinked her glass gently against Lena's. "Then dance like something worth devouring. And make her choke on it."
Midnight came.
Evelyn stood at the center of the stage, her presence commanding as ever. She greeted them with a vampiric smile that dripped with malice. "Welcome back, Lena, Mina. Tonight, we end this."
"With the Dance of Despair!" she said even louder, enticing the audience to an excited cheer.
Lena stepped forward, her resolve hardening. "We’re ready."
Evelyn’s smile widened. "Good. But first, a reminder. You had dared to challenge Abyss, and dared to challenge me. You even dueled each other. Your silent conflict has been resolved. Remember how Mina snuck into Abyss, avoiding an overprotective Lena. Lena not allowing Mina to manage her own affairs, Mina drawn to her but not ready to submit. These conflicts have been brought into the light by Abyss, and solved. Now you are lovers, mistress and submissive, your desires for each other fully lived out, even if your indolence had brought you into joint denial. And still you are combative about your submission towards Abyss itself. So tonight, we will once more settle your hunger for revenge… let us begin with a token to symbolize the stakes."
She motioned to an attendant, who presented three pairs of silver rings on a red velvet cushion. "The Rings of Eternal Longing. They represent the heart of tonight’s challenge. We will wear them together for the duration of the dance on our nipples, their spikes directed inwards to our hearts, inflicting the most delicious sensations when we sway! And if you win I’ll have to wear my own Cap of Despair and I myself will join you in permanent chastity. As the audience knows, and you two even from experience, Club Abyss is not beyond including even permanent chastity as stakes in the highest of challenges.“
Lena and Mina exchanged a wary glance, the way she emphasized the words "I" and "permanent", even mocking the word "permanent", by drawing it out a bit too long. Did she suspect they both found their secret ways back to orgasms? But the promise of revenge was too enticing to ignore. Anyhow, it was mute, backing out now, on stage with a hundred patrons onlooking, was not possible.
The silent attendants stood at the ready, four of them. Three with red velvet cushions, a set of rings on each. And one attendant presented one Cap of Despair on a black cushion. Evelyn was apparently serious to risk wearing it.
Evelyn’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Now, let’s begin. Do I need to mention that of course the losers, or loser, will visit the needle frame for 24 hours?"
The attendants brought out the outfits for the duel - The Crystal Penance Suit, Abyss’ finest and newest pain suit - elaborate, transparent latex full-body suits designed for prickly pain. The latex was sleek and clear, slick in silicone oil, which would clinging tightly to their bodies. Embedded within were many dozens of needles, lying dormant in their black nodules but ready to awaken with every misstep. The accompanying Glass Agony Heels were impossibly high, their transparent design showing rows of sharp needles poised beneath the insoles’ nodules.
Evelyn announced with cruel satisfaction as the spotlights were directed onto the three suits presented on their coat hangers "Tonight we dance the Dance of Despair in the new Crystal Penance Suits, the tight transparent latex will show the audience in clear detail the action of the needles. Yes, there are no spikes but needles in the nodules, presenting much higher stakes than the old trustworthy Thorned Attire. This shall motivate us to be very precise with our dance. Tight breast rings on the Crystal Penance Suits will take our breasts hostage and subject them to the nodules in the cups at an increased pressure. Dance out of sync and the suit will bring you to the floor in agony."
The crowd cheered, once more, as the attendants guided them behind the curtain, helped them out of their catsuits. They slipped The Rings of Eternal Longing onto their already erect nipples, feeling a strange warmth spread through them. As Lena and Mina slipped into the suits, they felt the dull pressure of the nodules against their skin, a constant reminder of the stakes. As they emerged again, the Glass Agony Heels pinched their feet, the needles pressing lightly, waiting for the inevitable slip in rhythm.
Evelyn, dressed in an identical outfit, her own Rings of Eternal Longing visibly adorned her nipples underneath, stood ready, her expression one of cold confidence.
The music began - a slow, haunting melody that quickly escalated into a frenetic, erratic tempo.
The duel was grueling from the start. The bass was heavy and loud, and their sweating in the clinging latex suits matched the music. Lena and Mina struggled to find their footing, their bodies suffering from a year of inactivity, having only practiced dancing after receiving the invitation a few weeks ago. Each small misstep was a test of endurance, the needles pressing into their flesh with sharp, biting pain. The needles grating over their oily and sweaty skin as they moved, they undulated and they twisted to the bass heavy music. The needles in their heels activated with every misstep, sending jolts of pure agony through their soles.
Evelyn moved with fluid grace, her body flowing effortlessly with the music. Lena and Mina fought to keep up, their bodies aching, their minds overwhelmed by the relentless rhythm.
As the music reached its climax, missteps happened, a crescendo of almost impossible to follow steps. Needles dancing inside their suits and beneath their soles. Evelyn struggled similarly. The pain became unbearable. Mina screamed, her dance an contorted display of agony. Evelyn’s face a hard mask in pain, crying a series of never ending "ahs" with every step, dancing like a dervish. Lena stumbled, the needles driving deep into her skin, her soles on fire from needles shooting up from the insoles, and Mina followed soon after, collapsing to the floor in agony, grasping and clawing at her locked heels, screaming in panic. The music stopped, and the crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and gasps, all needles retracing.
Evelyn stood victorious, her breathing steady despite the ordeal. She approached Lena and Mina, who lay sprawled on the stage, their bodies trembling from the pain.
"It seems you’ve lost again," Evelyn said softly, her voice dripping with triumph.
As the attendants helped Lena and Mina to their feet and they were stripped out of their glass heels and outfit. Completely nude for all to see, they stood on stage, presented as losers of the final challenge. Their oily sweaty skin glistened in the spotlights, a canvas of pale with countless red dots and scratch marks from the needles. Even with no blood drawn, the skin burned with agony. The Rings of Eternal Longing on their nipples shimmered silvery in spotlight shone upon them, as did the oval Caps of Despair just over their slits. The attendants grabbed their hands and held them tightly on their backs, with an almost inhuman strength. Are these vampires after all? The thought crossed Lena’s mind again. Evelyn stepped in front of Lena and smiles maliciously at her, 4 small silver caps on a newly brought velvet cushion.
Lena and Mina gasped as the full realization hit them. The rings were not complete yet. Evelyn had caps for them, smiling wolfishly as she slowly lifted the cushion close to Lena’s face. The slow and elaborate orgasms with the help of their nipples that had been their only solace were about to be gone, replaced by a tight constant grip. The rings and the waiting caps glimmered with a cruel life of their own, mocking their attempts to find solace.
Lena shook her head, a silent "no", a plead for mercy. Their eyes met. A smile on one side and a slow shaking head with eyes wide from fear on the other side. Lena knew that Evelyn knew. And Lena knew that Evelyn knew that Lena knew. They understood each other mutually and totally. Evelyn picked up the first cap with her left hand, a tiny needle in her right.
"No, please." Lena whispered.
Evelyn just nodded slowly.
"No, please, Mistress."
Evelyn just nodded again slowly and brought the cap closer.
"Mistress, please not this, … not this." Lena pleaded with a brittle voice.
"But yes of course." Evelyn responded.
With that she put the small caps on Lena’s rings, slides the rods through her nipple piercing, ring, and cap, and screws the little balls onto it, adjusting the spring loaded mechanism with the tiny needle until the ominous click signaled that the first cap was fixed in place. Lena gasped in utter horror and her chin fell down, slowly, as not daring to see her nipples vanishing under the metal. The second cap followed fast and with less drama, the clicks signaling finality. She felt like the floor opened under her, a feeling of free-fall.
"Mistress, please help me."
"Rubber kitten, my gift to you is lifelong desire. You are very welcome."
She stepped over to a very frightened Mina, a tear escaping her eyes. Once more, she put the small caps on Mina’s nipple rings as well, slid the rods through and secures the little balls until the click signaled their permanence. With wide panicked eyes, Mina met Evelyn’s smile.
"Pain kitten, my gift to you is lifelong desire. You are very welcome."
Evelyn’s smile widened. Into the microphone she announced "The Rings of Eternal Longing are now yours. They complete your ensemble. Their curses will draw you into desires you cannot fathom yet. Your desires will consume you - but you’ll never find sexual release again. The unending lust will be your only companion."
They immediately tried to remove them as the attendants let them go, and the crowd roared in excitement, but the rings wouldn’t budge, needles biting painfully into their nipples.
As if the curse of The Rings of Eternal Longing wasn’t enough, Evelyn motioned to the attendants, while she slipped her own rings off her breasts. "Take them to the Needle Frames. Let them experience the full extent of their failure."
Lena and Mina were led to the basement, after more so much time after their last visit to this deepest part of Abyss, they had pushed it out of their minds. But now, there the oddly familiar, cold metal frame awaited them. Their bodies were suspended in mid-air, the frame holding them in place as the needles pressed deeper into their flesh. The needle pads were pressed against their soles and toes, the thin needles sliding beneath their toenails and fingernails with excruciating precision.
For 24 hours again, they endured the torment, their screams echoing through the dark, stuffy basement. The pain was relentless, each moment a reminder of their defeat and the curse that now bound them.
When the ordeal finally ended, Lena and Mina were released from the frame, their bodies broken but their spirits not entirely crushed. The rings on their nipples pulsed with their heartbeat, a constant reminder of the torments they would bring.
Evelyn watched with satisfaction as they were escorted out of Abyss, her victory complete. Yet, even as they stumbled into the night, a flicker of defiance remained in their eyes.