Did she already know what I would ask her for?

DSAK 251: The toy was yours, wasn’t it?

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As I'm pondering and giving the beautiful redhead some time to rest, I see her body start to shake hard, and she begins to pant.

"Moore! Morre!!! Mooree!!!" She begs in a pleading tone, spitting as she speaks, and turns her head in several directions, not knowing which direction I am standing next to her.

'What's wrong with her now? Is this a strategy to throw me off the scent?'

"What? Do you like this so much?" With a raised eyebrow, I ask incredulously.

"Nnnh... Yesssssss," she says as she feels the leather of the horsewhip against the skin of her right calf when I swiftly strike her.

"It looks like all this time you were quite the masochistic bitch. Who would have thought it?" I say with a wry smile.

' - That... I... Damn... Argh... My head... Spins... The heat from... my pussy... what... is... happening to me?'

"I nhaaa.... MHOOORE, pleasssssssse!!!" she says as her tongue comes out of her mouth and she gasps like an animal in heat.

"Don't worry, my dear. I have a lot of experience with your kind. If you only knew how much," I say, giving her three quick strokes.

One on each nipple, barely grazing her skin, and the last one on her left thigh.

After the blows, the girl starts drooling with an unhinged face, while an uncontrollable giggle rises from the bottom of her throat.

'This... This doesn't look like acting... 

Why is she acting like that?...

The aphrodisiac?...

But she was so convinced it wouldn't affect her... 

Anyway, she's just getting a taste of her own medicine. After all, she prepared the aphrodisiac wine to use it on me.'

' - I can't take it anymore... I want him inside... It doesn't make any sense. He came three times inside me moments ago, and yet I miss the feeling of his cock.... filling me and conquering my entrails. NO! FOCUS, BEATRICE! Soon, your body will finish eliminating the poison, and then you will be able to escape. These ropes are nothing for you... I need it... I need him so much... But... I don't want him to stop either'

'Hmmm... If she is enjoying this so much, then that means I am not doing my job well. If I don't want to have to really hurt her to get her to talk, now I have to be a little rougher with her'

I start to increase the pace of my strokes, rapidly alternating between the feather and the horsewhip, while Beatrice gasps, giggles, and drools like a madwoman.

All this time, the girl keeps pleading with me, her voice getting louder and louder, asking me not to stop what I'm doing.

Her voice begins to crack, and she becomes hoarse from screaming.

Several minutes later, she suddenly stops making sounds, raises her head to the ceiling, and a much larger stream than the previous ones comes out of her pussy in a single, powerful burst of liquid that wets one of the walls of the tent.

An instant later, the girl's head falls forward, and she lies still, silent, though still breathing heavily.

'What just happened?... 

I played along because it was what she asked for, but.... 

Will I really be able to convince her to talk with this method? She seems to be enjoying it much more than she is suffering....

No. It seems I'm not going to get her to talk this way. Haa…

I'll have to move on to more unpleasant methods.'

"Beatrice? Are you still not willing to talk?..." I ask, hoping I'm wrong.

But there is no answer.

'I didn't want to. She's forcing me'

"...Beatrice?"

But there is still no answer.

Sensing what's going on, I slowly remove the sleep mask from her face.

The girl is unconscious, resting placidly with an expression of ecstasy still visible on her face.

'Yes... It was said in the books that these things could happen during this kind of.... games. It seems that all this was finally too much for her. Now... how should I wake her up?'

Looking around, I search for sources of inspiration until my eyes fall back on the chest from which I got the feather, the horsewhip, and the rest of the stuff.

'Hmm, let's see...'

I sit down, cross-legged, next to the small chest and begin to rummage through its contents once more.

Searching around inside, I begin to set aside things that, for now, I would rather not have to use.

The wavy-bladed dagger, the sinister-looking tweezers, a small saw with traces of dried blood, several small ropes with very thin hooks that look like fishing hooks, and other things like that.

Considering the modest size of the chest, it is surprising that all these things fit inside.

After a few minutes of searching, I find a small black cube from which several very thin ropes come out, ending in tongs.

'What a curious thing'

Unlike the other objects I've seen so far, I don't understand what function this small object could possibly serve.

'Could it be a magic object that works by sending mana to it, or is there some kind of switch somewhere?'

With the small tool on my lap, I send some mana to it while curiously looking at the ropes and tongs to see if there are any switches on them.

"GRHAAA!"

Almost instantly, I feel my whole body suddenly cramp up as I sense as if a miniature lightning bolt is coursing through my body. 

I gasp at the sudden unpleasant sensation, sending the little cube flying away from me, whereupon the sensation disappears almost as quickly as it came.

Still, I feel a mild burning in various parts of my legs and right testicle, and I see that the parts of my skin that were in contact with the small tweezers are slightly reddened.

'Will Beatrice have been awakened by my scream?'

Diverting my gaze to the girl, I see that she is still dozing placidly.

'I think I've found a way to wake her up~'

I slowly get up from the ground and approach the small, innocent, and harmless-looking cube.

Cautiously, I touch the surface of the cube with the tip of a finger.

'Good. It looks like it requires mana to be sent to it constantly to function.'

Even with that assumption in mind, I uncertainly touch the tongs and....

Nothing.

'Haa... Good, good. Now, where should I put the tweezers on her?'

Picking them up in my hand, I see that they have rounded tips to avoid hurting the skin of the people they are used on.

After a moment's thought, I put one clamp on each of her nipples and two more on her pussy, and I let the rest of the ropes dangle in the air.

'The cube has 10 ropes ending in clamps, but the sensation of all 10 clamps at once was just too intense....

With four, I guess it won't be as strong....

Since I just want her to wake up and, at the moment, I'd rather not do her any real harm, I won't use all the clamps....

But if she decides not to talk....

Hmm, maybe I should use them all from the beginning'

Looking hesitantly at the girl's body, the memory of what we have been doing so far prompts me to take the softer option.

'This is stupid. I can't get attached to her. Sooner or later, I'll have to kill her'

Irritated with myself, I send some mana into the small cube in my right hand.

"Yhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhh!!!!!"

Beatrice wakes up instantly with a shrill squeal.

And surprisingly, she cums once again, her juices soaking the small ropes and clamps while the magic object is still in operation.

Stupefied by the girl's reaction, I quickly stop sending mana to the magic object.

'This toy is interesting... I didn't think it could be used in this way.... Or maybe it's only good for this because this girl is kind of crazy.... Either way, I think I'm going to keep it.'

Beatrice looks in my direction with confusion and sees the object in my right hand.

Slowly, her gaze travels in the direction of the ropes leading to her body, and then an insult escapes her mouth.

"Fucking son of a bitch..." she says in a barely audible voice.

Then she looks up again and says in a hoarse voice and expressionless gesture.

".... Don't you have anything in your head? You have to be mentally retarded to think of doing this to an unconscious person."

'I don't understand how you can complain about this…

The toy was yours, wasn't it?...

Surely you’ve used it in the past in ways far less pleasant than the one I just used on you....

I myself fell victim to the magic object by accident just now....

You have no right to complain!'

"Will you talk?" I ask, ignoring her insults, for if she doesn't speak soon, I will have to do much harsher things to her.

For the first time, it seems to me that Beatrice is hesitating about her answer, so I will give her time to think.

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