Chapter 81: Overwhelming sensation…

I groaned as the water dribbled down my chin, Melody's deep chuckle right above me. "So, you still want to do more?"

"Absolutely," I replied as Melody ineffectively wiped away my slobber.

Finally satisfied with my determination, Melody stepped back, setting the water out of my view, then returned with the flogger back in her hand, letting the tails pile on top of my ankles.

Then, she began walking along my left side, dragging the ticking tendrils up my legs, passing over my knees, and heading straight to my thighs, where she paused. My heart raced as I traced the tails, following the braids up towards Melody's defined right hand, the blue, ever so slightly visible veins framing each of her knuckles.

And then I followed the veins up until they disappeared into her arm. My upwards journey continued, reaching her smooth neck, acting as a perfect pedestal for her even more perfect face. My eyes locked with hers and she tugged me in, begging me to fade away and become nothing more than her thrall.

God, I can't wait. Stop staring at me, Melody! Just whip already! Break my mind, set me free from the bounds of this world! That sounds so evil. I do want her to though. I want to see Melody's reaction to my reaction to being whipped. I'm not complaining one bit. In fact, she should go faster. Stop edging me. Grr…

With a deceivingly kind smirk, Melody attacked.

Reflexively, my body curled to the side, attempting to avoid the whips I knew would be more painful than earlier strikes, which completely failed. Once the tails had landed, my instinctive purpose shifted towards attempting to protect my stinging thighs, despite Melody having paused after a single strike.

Melody started gently again. After a few seconds, the stinging feeling was already decaying, well before I entered the realm of sensation. I was eager for more.

Seeing me roll back almost immediately, Melody took it as a cue that she wasn't hitting hard enough. Her next strike came the instant I lay flat, sending another whoosh through the air followed by a far more audible crack than her previous strikes, and one that left a far more intense sting than I expected.

My body curled to the side and all I could think about was how fucking incredible it was that Melody was whipping me. She uses whips to kill monsters. I'm her little monster. Hehe.

I must say however, as hot as whips are, they do in fact hurt. I mean, that's the point, and, like, the stinging sensation is so nice to get absorbed into while it lasts, to just forget about my surroundings and feel my blood pump and my body pulse as the feeling dissipates through me. But it's also really hard to stop the pain reflex that just wants to curl up and get the fuck away even though my brain doesn't want to.

I wonder if I'm bruised yet, covered in welts. I can see the lingering light red on myself, when does it go beyond? And how painful is it? Can I make myself turn off my pain receptors? It would be cool to just turn into a doll, primed for abuse.

Stupid body. Stop curling away.

Let me be Melody's practice dummy. Let Melody abuse her little monster. I wonder if I can dress up as a monster? Monster cosplay? How would that work? Tentacles? And then Melody inserts my own purple, slimy tentacles into me… throwing on layers of gooey lube as she inserts one, then two, then three… fuck that would be hot. Being impaled and filled to my absolute limit by nothing other than myself.

"Still okay?" Melody asked after a few seconds seeing my slower recovery. Of course, I was okay. Just thinking about being fucked by my own limbs.

I responded by rolling back into position, straightening out my legs again and placing my hands against my belly where they were initially. Then, a deep breath, and… "Yeah."

"Again?"

I nodded a little too eagerly.

Melody swung down with the flogger again, slashing against my thighs with a few strands reaching higher than before, hitting my barely protected lips. A whole new wave of pain released along with a chaotic wail as I curled over again. That was intense.

Thank god I had my panties on. The stinging sensation was at least twice as powerful this time, and, believe it or not, the strands that hit my pussy stung a tad bit more than the others. I could bear it though. Melody's hitting harder, but I know she's nowhere near her real strength. I wonder how incredible that would feel, when this already feels so fucking good.

The flogger was somewhat similar to spankings, a little stronger. And Melody was hitting me in a slightly more sensitive spot than my butt for whatever reason. Not that I'm complaining. Sensitive spots simply mean more intensity, and, well…

The allure is indescribable. Yeah, it's painful. Yeah, it hurts. But the intensity of that pain is so strong that it feels like it consumes you. I'm falling into the pain, becoming one with it, and rather than pain, it feels more like life. The sensation is so strong that it's rejuvenating. So powerful that it rocks your core. It's overwhelming. It's controlling.

And the thought of it all being from Melody, the best person in the world, makes me want to let it take over.

The staggering strength behind each strike makes it irresistible. I want more, I want so much that it doesn't just feel like it's consuming my senses, I want it to actually consume me. Become my only sense. And overwhelm me so much that I climb a peak hidden away in the clouds, transcend the bounds of humanity. In terms of orgasms, that is.

Chasing after that peak, I rolled myself back once again, exposing my body for Melody to abuse. Then, I looked up at her, and grinned. Melody raised an eyebrow. "Starting to enjoy it, puppy?"

Before I could reply, Melody swung down again, but this time, I didn't curl, instead I foresighted my hindsight and stayed firm. The pain was absolutely bearable. And the only way to make it better, make it fiercer, was to bear more, and to show Melody I could.

Seeing my resolve, Melody twirled the flogger around, moving away from my thighs to some light, repetitive swings onto my belly. Once she reached my hands, which were resting right below my breasts, she ordered, "Hands above your head."

Naturally, I obeyed, raising my cuffed hands far above my head, where they landed on Melody's pillow and revealed my armpits to the world. If the world was Melody, that is. And she's my world. So really I was correct, I revealed my armpits to my world.

With my chest free from obstacles, I watched as Melody slid the braids higher up, until they were nestled between my breasts. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Melody gave me no time to prepare for the upcoming whip. Before I had realized the tails left me, Melody had already swung down, with one of the tails hitting straight onto my right nipple.

"Fuck!" I shouted out as I rolled onto my side, unable to maintain my previous composure given the new, more sensitive location.

After a few deep breaths, attempts to both embrace and push away the pain, I felt Melody's hand rub my side and I glanced up at her. She was smiling. She smiles a lot. It's cute. This smile was the kind, caring one. Not the horny one that wants to destroy me. I don't know which I prefer. Not that they're very different.

Are they different? Or is it just my mood that changes it? Hmm. I mean, looking at the Melody staring down at me, compared to the one I saw a couple minutes ago, I think her smile is a little less broad. Her evil smile makes her eyes pinch a little, while this one leaves them untouched.

Speaking of eyes, Melody's were a little downcast. She looked sad. Ignoring the smile. I think it's more so concern than explicit sadness. Oh! Yeah. I was just whipped. She's concerned it was too painful.

It wasn't.

In fact, the pain's basically gone. I mean, there's a little lingering, but nothing bad anymore. It was just an unexpected burst initially. Whips hitting nipples is not very fun. Scratch that. It's very fun. It's not very… uh… actually I can't think of anything. More please.

To ease Melody's worries, I rolled back on over, my hands still obediently above my head, and prepared for the next strike. This time, I wouldn't roll over. No. Matter. What.

The strike came, and I persisted, closing my eyes and taking deep yet quick breaths as the pain rolled through me.

Then Melody struck again.

Another deep breath. Ignoring the pain, and focusing on the radiating sensation. A few seconds of reprieve and then…

And again.

Deep breaths… push aside the magnitude… focus on the sheer all-consuming breadth… and the pain morphing into a pleasure of its own, of pleasing Melody.

And again.

As each strike fell, my breasts heated up, pain swelling through them, slowly consuming me, making me feel less and less of the rest of my body… nothing but the two jiggly, abused, bouncy, bruised balloons, on the verge of popping. Not that they actually would. That would need needles. Something for another day mayhaps.

I continued my steady breaths, until I noticed, at some point, Melody had stopped.

As my eyes peeled open and my body released its built up tension, Melody asked, "Still alright, puppy?"

My breathing slowly returning to its natural rhythm, I nodded. "Yeah."

"Your skin is beautiful." Melody hesitated for a moment, then, laying a hand across my sore breasts, asked, "Do you still want to try the other whip or stick with this one?"

I chuckled. Looks like Melody's just getting started. I guess that means I am too. "The other."

"Alright, I have some ideas then," Melody continued as she stepped away, heading to grab the single-tail whip. "First, puppies don't speak."

Um… I think I've read this scenario a few too many times. Not gonna make the same mistake as everyone else. "Arf?"

I heard a brief chuckle, then she continued again. "Let's play a game."

Her hand suddenly shot up, carrying with it a small vibrator. "See this?"

I took a closer look, and… it had a unique curve shape along with a circular head of sorts. One of the suction vibrators that goes right on you know where. "Woof…"

"If you make noise, it gets replaced with a whip." Melody dropped her hand, then stood up, swinging the whip in front of her with her other hand, her right.

"If you're silent. It stays on." Then she dropped her whip-holding hand back down, and brought up her left, pressing a button and creating the ever-recognizable buzzing sound of a vibrator hard at work.