Nusquam by Chris Bellows
The pen of Chris Bellows, mind sexually demented, has created a place...location unknown... where wealthy sadists rule and deserving masochists submit.
Nusquam – where subjugants offer themselves for a lifetime of pain, humiliation and unending degradation, never to again see the vanilla world. The members of this unique community of sadists visit... to frolic... to bask in perversity... and to entertain themselves in unbridled debauchery.
Females dominate submissive males and females in this latest Chris Bellows offering. A tale that will entice aficionados of the D/s genre with a cornucopia of strong interaction, including bondage, nipple torture, CBT, discipline, punishment, humiliation, pony training, oral and anal sex, and body modification.
There is no doubt readers will yearn to visit Nusquam... but in what capacity?
|# of Pages||232|
|Artist Credit||KI Petro - Shutterstock.com|
Kelly decides the most practical position for the required aftercare, the removal of many piercing needles, is to return Pattie to the stocks. Having released the harness’s taut chain, lowering the semi conscious form, toes to the floor... carefully... she worked quickly to embrace the smooth softness of her torso and guided gently as the knees buckled and the tiling beckoned. Leashed... always making her client sense her control... Kelly awaited until the girl’s head cleared. Then with soft, but firm commands, jiggling the leash in encouragement, Kelly led the girl to the nearby stocks. Spreader bar remaining in place, the short trip was awkward and required time, the threat of many needles precluding haste.
“You’ve endangered yourself again, Pattie. You came across another dilettante... and judging by the lipstick on the cigarette butts... another woman.”
Pattie nods ever so slightly, the heavy wood of the stocks encumbering her neck.
“I did not know about the needles... she never told me. Said she had something I would enjoy.”
“And you did... didn’t you? Despite the intensity of the pain, deep within your cunny creamed didn’t it?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I suppose it did.”
“Well if you had been left to hang much longer, it would have been the last time you felt those twinges... felt anything at all,” Kelly lectures, her tone that of a stern mother. “The needles are barbed, Pattie. You encountered special wickedness today. Impossible to just pull out. I’m going to have to push them all through... one at a time.”
Kelly sits on the low stool where days ago she shaved Pattie’s head. Her right hand reaches forth, carefully palming the underside of the left breast, dangling low and pendulously. With the size outlandishly large for a girl of Pattie’s stature, the protruding needles almost graze the tiled floor.
“Stay still... as much as possible. Any squirming and the needles in your pussy lips may do more damage. I’ll get to those next. How many times did you faint? She used many ammonia capsules to assure you felt every hot thrust... so slight... the skin so easily jabbed... but so painful.”
“I don’t know. She was here... well... forever.”
“She worked slowly. She took her time... pure evil in enjoying herself. For her there was no point in rushing... lots of needles...lots of soft tender spots,” Kelly notes in slowly pushing through the first of dozens of shards.
“You asked me about Nusquam,” dropping the first needle into a waiting dish. “If you’d like to learn more, I have been given some latitude.”
Pattie squeals. With the flow of endorphins depleted, the pain of removal is not felt as a catalyst for sexual thrill.
“Yes, whatever it is, David suggested it may be for the best.”
“I am tending to agree with him, at this point,” a second needle pinging the dish.
“Nusquam is a place... a special place for people of your ilk... with your paraphilia. Do you know Latin?
“Well the word would translate to ‘nowhere’, ‘nothing’, ‘in no place’. And in a way it is. Few know of it... fewer know precisely where it is.”
“Where is it?”
“If I knew, I would not tell you. But for the likes of you Pattie, it would be considered sanctuary. You’d be safe... from yourself... from those who dispense pain and torment so recklessly.”
“You’ve been there?”
“Worked in the facility for many years... tending to masochistic souls like you.”
“But how is it you don’t know where it is?”
“It’s a warm climate. That I know. Probably somewhere in the jungles of a South American country. The pilots who fly in and out are sworn to secrecy... and are well rewarded for their discretion and silence... as I have been.”
“You would serve there... naked at all times... perhaps in some form of restraint. How, in what manner, would be determined by your evaluation. And you would serve for life. There would be no going back, Pattie. Subjugant’s do not leave Nusquam... not ever.”
Kelly smiles, pausing in thought as another needle exits pink tender flesh.
“It may... but I know girls like you... and boys... and I’m willing to wager you’re moistening right now, the thought of being immersed in this sick perversion, forced servitude, used orally and anally at another’s whim, excites... I have no doubt.”
Kelly decides to complete the nipples in silence. She will talk more about Nusquam as she works Pattie’s labia. Having proximity to the girl’s cunt, will be telling, a barometer of the girl’s lust... her demented thoughts not to be belied.