Part 29
The Desire of Suffering
"Mistress, eh?" Mina mocked her.
Lena sheepishly looked down at her feet, the pain still lingering from the day before. Especially her toes, oh god those nail needles.
"You really were ready to submit?" Mina insisted.
"In that moment, the way she looked into my eyes, yes. She knew we had found our orgasms again. She knew exactly what she was doing when she screwed the caps in place." Lena paused for a moment, then continued "she knew she was taken our orgasms away again. I’d submit to anything to not have her secure the caps on our rings."
"Do you believe she was really at risk to receiving her own Cap of Despair? Or was it just another game? Were we so bad, and she just good? Do you believe she would have invited us to this dance duel if she was at a real risk?" Mina wondered.
"I think she really risked it. In her eyes, there was… relief. Like a burden was lifted. It was replaced by her hunger when she held the caps before my eyes, but before, there was something else. She wanted, or needed, us back in chastity." Lena mused.
"In this she succeeded. I don’t know how I can handle an orgasms free life. I’m drained. I feel it. I’m becoming a hollow husk."
"Well, you did already for almost a year. That counts for something. I feel the same. Like my essence being siphoned away through my clit and nipples. We feed the Abyss. But we need to focus on something else. Our being together. Orgasms are not the goal. We need to resist."
The days stretched into weeks, and the weeks into months. For Lena and Mina, time became an endless blur of quite torment. Sometimes Rings of Eternal Longing pulsed with a mind of their own on their nipples with their heartbeats when their arousal spiked, a constant, cruel reminder of what they had lost. The once vibrant lovemaking and nipple play that had given them solace despite the Caps of Despair was gone, replaced by a suffocating lust and frustration that pressed down on them like a heavy weight. They spent more time together, often staying overnight in one of their apartments. Her new solace was cuddling together, caressing their nude or latex clad bodies. Sensuality slowly took the place of sexuality, or at least orgasmic sexuality. In the nude, they could avoid the pressure on their cursed jewelry which the catsuits exercised. Still, as the weeks passed, they were more often than not in their latex suit, welcoming the slight constant pain the catsuits created.
Every day was a struggle. The desire to orgasm burned within them, an insatiable need that gnawed at their souls. They could feel the yearning in their bodies, the muscle memory of movement and spasms aching to be set free. But without the final stimulation, their sexual and sensual dance was incomplete, an empty gesture that only deepened their despair.
Mina sat on the edge of her bed, a magic wand between her lust-wet legs, staring at the floor, her hands clenched tightly around her breasts. The rings on her erect nipples pulsed softly on each inhale, the rhythmic beat mocking her. She tried to caress her breasts, to create some semblance of desire in her mind, but the cursed jewelry made it impossible, leaving only a hollow void.
They had tried everything to break the curse, even Mina begging Lena for bastinado again. They had searched for answers, sought out anyone who might help, but the rings remained firmly in place, their locking bars unyielding. Each day, the desire for sexual release grew stronger, an uncontrollable urge that threatened to consume them.
Their friends in the fetish and BDSM scene had drifted away, unable to understand the depth of their suffering. Without orgasm they still visited the sexually themed parties and clubs other than Abyss, Lena and Mina became trapped in a world where their greatest passion was denied to them. Their games and their sensual affair became more accentuated, adding pain into their games beside Mina being now a regular receiver of bastinado. Lena took the leading role naturally, introducing some spanking, even trying needles. They found themselves researching needle or spike shoes but nothing was found online. Apparently, the handcrafted pieces of the artisans at Abyss stayed confined to the club.
The orgasm denial became their only companion, a constant reminder of their torment and chastity. For weeks they rarely spoke, understanding each others suffering without many words, and when they spoke, their words fell into the emptiness around them. Even when they tried to find comfort in each other’s presence, the silence between them was deafening.
Mina would often stand by the window, staring out at the bustling city below. She watched people laughing, hand in hand with partners heading home, to do what couples do, living their lives with the freedom she had lost. The sight filled her with a bitter longing, a reminder of what had been taken from her.
Lena spent her days pacing the apartment, her body restless, unable to find peace. The Rings bounced with each step, the Cap bit into her on certain movements, a cruel rhythm that taunted her. She tried to move, to sway, but without the music, it was futile - a mockery of the dance of self-love she once loved so dearly.
As the months crept by, memories of their time at Abyss haunted them both. The thrill of the music, the euphoria of the dance floor, even the intensity of the duels - all of it was now out of reach. The cursed jewelry had robbed them not only of their present but of their past, turning their most exciting moments into sources of pain.
At night, Lena often dreamed of the stage, of the lights and the music that had once filled her with life. But each time she reached out to grasp it, the dream would dissolve into silence, leaving her gasping in the dark.
Mina’s dreams were not kinder. She would wake in the middle of the night, tears streaming down her face, the echoes of forgotten orgasms she could no longer experience fading into nothingness. The longing in her heart and groin was a constant ache, a wound that refused to heal.
The worst part was the knowledge that the desire would never fade. The Cap and Rings ensured that the need would remain forever, a cruel and eternal torment. They were prisoners of their own desires and lust, chained to a primal need they could never fulfill.
Some days, they tried to fight it, to push the desire down, to pretend it didn’t exist. But the Caps wouldn’t let them. At night, the pulsing need grew stronger with every attempt to ignore it, driving them to the brink of madness.
Lena and Mina were trapped in a cycle of longing and denial, their souls tormented by the orgasms they could almost sense beyond their horizons but never reach. The chastity was suffocating, an endless void that consumed everything they once loved.
Yet, even in their suffering, a small spark of defiance remained. They refused to let Evelyn’s curse break them completely. Though the orgasm denial was overwhelming, though the desire to dance was an unending torment, they clung to the hope that one day, they might find a way to break free.
Some days, the Cap and Rings seems to have a mind of their own, radiating a pulsing sensation to the very private parts of their wearers, as if imbued with a dark energy.
"We can’t give up," Lena said one evening, her voice barely above a whisper. "There has to be a way… a way to orgasm again." They found themselves spending many evenings nowadays sharing a double ended dildo on which they slowly swayed, sometimes for hours, never cresting, being confined to that plateau which is so difficult to abandon yet with no peak to reach. The dildo slid, an endless slithering, their nether lips almost kissing. On their backs, or on all fours, always aware of their Caps and their sharp needles. It was never enough, it even made it worse by fanning the flames of their lust. But what could they do, if not just surrender into their unfulfilled lust?
Mina nodded, though her eyes were filled with doubt. "I don’t know how, but I won’t stop trying. I can’t. We should never have challenged her to a duel just over having to dance with needle shoes. It seems so mundane now. How did it escalate to this?"
They sat together in the dim light, their denial pressing down on them, but their determination remained. The curse had taken so much from them, but it hadn’t taken their will to fight.
Lena and Mina’s suffering was immense, their days filled with longing and despair. The Rings and Caps had stolen their joy, their passion, their very essence. They felt their energy being siphoned away whenever they got aroused, being drained through the three delicate and demonic pieces of cursed metal. Yet, even in the depths of their torment, they refused to surrender.
For now, they endured, their hearts heavy with the weight of their curse. But somewhere, deep within them, a flicker of hope remained - a belief that one day, the hope would return, and with it, the freedom to dance once more and finding out of their chastity.