Joana's legs still shook as she leaned against the alley wall, the images from the healer's room seared into her mind. She'd come back to find answers about Ariyana, but what she'd seen—the noble sisters, their asses red and welted, their cries echoing—had only tangled her thoughts more. She should've left, slipped back to the palace before anyone, and iced she was gone. But her feet wouldn't move. The window's tiny hole pulled her like a magnet, and before she knew it, her eye was pressed to it again, her breath fogging the wood.
Inside, the sisters were slumped on the strange couch, their bodies slick with sweat, their asses and thighs a map of bruises and welts from the healer's whip and paddle. Their hairy pussies glistened, dripping onto the leather, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The first sister whimpered, "Ohh… fuck…" her voice raw, while the second moaned softly, "Mmm… god…" like she was still riding the high. The healer stood over them, his cock straining against his robes, a dark smile on his face. "Still want more?" he asked, his voice low and taunting. "Let's try something new."
He reached into his leather bag and pulled out a dildo—thick, black, its surface studded with small, blunt spikes, like a cruel imitation of a real cock. It wasn't huge, but it looked brutal, designed to hurt as much as it pleased. The sisters' eyes widened, their faces paling. They knew what was coming, and for a moment, the room went quiet, the air heavy with their nervous gulps.
"Which one wants it first?" the healer asked, holding the thing up, letting the lamplight catch its ridges.
Neither answered. The first sister's lips trembled, her thighs twitching like she wanted to close them but couldn't, tied as she was. The second sister just stared, her pussy still leaking, but her eyes uncertain.
"Well," the healer said, stepping toward the first sister, "you were dripping like a whore earlier. Let's start with you."
Her face crumpled, panic flashing in her eyes. "Wait—wait, that thing… it won't tear me up, will it? I don't want my pussy or ass ripped apart." Her voice shook, almost pleading.
He chuckled, running a finger along the dildo's spikes. "Don't worry. Plenty of women have taken it. Their holes were just fine—better than fine if you ask them." His tone was smooth like he was soothing a skittish horse, but his eyes were hungry.
Before she could say more, he knelt behind her, spreading her ass cheeks wide. Her hairy pussy was already swollen from the whipping, red and slick, her clit peeking out from the dark curls. He pressed the dildo's tip against her cunt, not gentle but not rough either, letting her feel the spikes prick her sensitive skin. She gasped, "Ohh!" her body jerking against the ropes. He didn't wait—pushed it in slow, inch by inch, the spikes scraping her inner walls. Her pussy stretched around it, tight and resistant, and she screamed, "Ahhh! Fuck, it hurts!" Tears spilled down her cheeks, her voice cracking as she begged, "No, stop—please, it's too much!"
He didn't stop. Kept pushing until the whole thing was buried in her cunt, her lips stretched wide, the spikes lodged deep. Her screams turned to sobs, "Nngh, oh god, take it out!" But her pussy betrayed her—juices ran down her thighs, mixing with the sweat, her clit throbbing visibly. The pain was tearing her apart, but the pleasure was there too, twisting together until she couldn't tell one from the other.
The healer wasn't done. He grabbed another dildo from the bag—same size, same cruel spikes—and moved back to her. Her eyes went wide, pure fear now. "No, no, no—please, I can't!" she cried, her voice breaking, tears streaming. "I'm begging you, no more!" But he ignored her, spreading her ass again, her tight asshole winking in the lamplight. He pressed the second dildo against it, no lube, just her wetness slicking the way. She screamed, H!" as he forced it in, slow and relentless, the spikes biting into her ass's tight walls. Her whole body shook, ropes creaking, her cries filling the room— "Fuck, it's ripping me!"—but he kept going until it was all the way in, her ass stretched obscene around it.
Both holes filled, the spikes pinching her insides, she was a mess—sobbing, moaning, her pussy and ass clenching around the dildos like they couldn't decide whether to push them out or pull them deeper. "Ohh… nngh… please…" she whimpered, but her cunt was dripping now, a puddle forming on the couch. The pain was brutal, but it lit something in her, made her thighs quake, her moans turning needy despite herself.
The healer grabbed his whip again, the thin leather tails snapping in the air. He brought it down on her ass, hard, the welts from before flaring red. Her cheeks jiggled, the dildos shifting inside her, the spikes scraping harder. She screamed, "Ahhh! Fuck!" her pussy clenching so tight it pushed more juice out, her ass quivering. He whipped her again, then again, each hit making her cry out— "Ohh! Nngh!"—her voice raw, her body rocking against the couch. Then he grabbed the dildos, one in each hand, and started fucking her with them, pulling them out slow, then slamming them back in. Her pussy and ass stretched wide, the spikes dragging against her walls, and she went wild, screaming, "Fuck, fuck, I can't!" Her cries broke into moans, "Ohh god, yes!" as the pain and pleasure crashed together. Her pussy squirted, a hot gush soaking the couch, her body shaking like she'd been possessed.
The second sister watched it all, her pussy dripping, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and hunger. Her thighs rubbed together, her breaths coming fast, like she couldn't wait for her turn. Joana's heart pounded outside the window, her own body hot, her mind a mess of shock and something she didn't want to name.
The healer turned to the second sister, wiping sweat from his brow. "Your turn." He pulled two more dildos from the bag—the same spiked design, gleaming in the light. She didn't flinch like her sister had. Just licked her lips, her voice low. "Do it. Make it hurt."
He grinned, stepping behind her, spreading her ass wide. Her pussy was a wet mess, her hair matted with her juices, and her asshole tight and pink. He didn't tease—jammed the first dildo into her cunt, fast and deep, the spikes sinking in. She screamed, "Fuck, yes!" her voice raw but eager, her hips pushing back like she wanted more. The pain hit her hard, her pussy stretching, the spikes scraping, but she moaned through it, "Ohh, god, harder!" Her clit pulsed, her juices running down the dildo as he twisted it, making her gasp, "Nngh!"
He didn't give her a break—grabbed the second dildo and pressed it to her asshole, shoving it in with one smooth thrust. She howled, "AHH! Shit!" her ass clenching tight, the spikes biting deep. Her whole body shook, ropes groaning, but she didn't beg him to stop. "Fuck me up," she growled, her voice thick with need. Her pussy dripped, her ass quivering, the dildos filling her so full she could barely move.
The healer picked up the whip again, cracking it across her ass. The welts flared, her cheeks bouncing, the dildos shifting inside her. She screamed, "Ohh, fuck!" her pussy gushing, the spikes pinching harder as her walls tightened. He whipped her thighs next, then her pussy, the tails catching her clit. She wailed, "Yes, yes, more!" her voice breaking into sobs, "Nngh, oh god!" Her ass and cunt pulsed around the dildos, her juices pooling on the couch, her body trembling with every hit.
He started fucking her with the dildos, pulling them out slow, letting the spikes drag, then slamming them back in, hard and deep. Her screams turned feral— "Fuck, I'm gonna—!"—her pussy squirting with every thrust, her ass clenching so tight it made the dildo creak. He whipped her as he fucked her, the leather snapping against her bruised skin, her cries a mix of pain and ecstasy: "Ahhh! Ohh, shit, yes!" Her orgasm hit like a wave, her body convulsing, squirting again, soaking the couch, her moans fading to whimpers, "Mmm… fuck…"
The healer stepped back, his cock still hard, his chest heaving. Both sisters were wrecks—pussies and asses stretched, bruised, dripping, their bodies twitching against the ropes. They panted, soft "Ohh"s and "Mmm"s slipping out, their eyes glazed but alive, like they'd found something they didn't know they needed.
Joana pulled away from the window, her legs weak, her breath uneven. Her head was a storm—shock, shame, and a heat she couldn't shake. She'd come for Ariyana's secrets, but this was bigger, darker, a world she didn't understand but couldn't stop seeing.
It was something entirely different...
It was torture...not pleasure.
But why are these ladies enjoying this?