The Skinning

While I hung in the sling with my mind wiped by pain and pleasure Isshin’s other assistant, a young man that I remembered as the boy that had approached me in my office with Isshin’s proposition, walked over to me holding a gauze bandage
in his hand.

“Let me fix him up,” the man said softly, eyeing Isshin warily as he crossed the room. “He’s going to scar if I don’t protect the wound and you did promise that there wouldn’t be any scars left behind when you were done. The Stasis on the gauze will keep him from scarring as well as keep him hard for you.”

Isshin growled as I started to tremble against him and his flaccid cock started to fill with blood inside of me.

“Hurry it up then,” he ordered, “If you make my guests wait to watch him bleed, I’ll take it out on your hide Imami.”

Imami rushed over to my side, the gauze already open and wrapped loosely around his hands so that he would be able to take care of my wounds easily.

By the time that Imami was finished with the gauze, my poor dick was completely covered by the rough cloth. His hands were rough but careful as he bandaged me up.

"I apologize for taking so long," Imani whispered, backing away from Isshin slowly while attempting to bow, "The stasis should heal him in an twenty minutes, maybe less if you don't play with him down there..."

I didn't think that Isshin could keep his hands off of my poor dick, but obviously I wasn't about to say anything.

Isshin pulled his cock out of me then, making my back bow and a cry of pain escape my lips. I hurt so much and knowing that it was my fault that I was being tortured didn't make me feel any better.

Not at all.

Tears streamed down my face along with blood from me biting my tongue nearly in two.

Isshin fucked my mouth with his thick fingers, forcibly parting my lips and making it almost impossible to breathe through my mouth.

Finally, when my chest was heaving and my jaw burned from the uncomfortable stretching, Isshin pulled his fingers out of my mouth and wiped them over my cheeks.

“Masa,” he called out, motioning for his assistant to come closer to us, “bring the scalpel please and a gag.”

Fuck!

I hate to be gagged. I hate it more than anything because even if I’m tied down during a beating or a scene, I like to have the freedom to scream or say my safe word.

As Masa strode over to us, I started to shake.

I didn’t want to be gagged and I couldn’t think of any way to get Isshin to stop.

“Please don’t gag me,” I begged, clenching my fingers around the padded cuffs. “I don’t want to be gagged!” I felt my eyes widen and I fought the urge to cry.

“Please...”

Isshin growled and swiped the blade of his knife though the skin of my back in a retaliatory swipe, making me scream and jerk in the sling as I struggled to get away.

“Stop struggling.” Isshin ordered in a low hiss.

I could barely hear his deep voice over the sound of my sobs. “It’s most unbecoming of a whore of your caliber.”

I shivered and let my head drop down so that my hair could cover my face.

But Isshin didn’t even grant me that small reprieve.

He wound the silken length of my hair around one meaty fist and pulled my head back sharply to the point where I couldn’t manage to take in more than a few shallow breaths at a time. He held me like that for what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes but really must have been two or three.

Then he pressed the point of his knife to my scalp, close to where his hand gripped my hair tightly. “Say good-bye to all of that pretty hair,” he cooed softly as he started to saw at my hair with deft strokes with the knife. “I don’t want you to be able to hide from me anymore.”

My hair slid down to the floor at first in a light rain of wispy strands as Isshin first started and then in a dark cloud as the older man chopped my hair off.

I heard a high sound, a sort of keening cry that made my brain throb in my skull. It kept on getting louder and louder until I finally realized that I was the one making that horrible noise.

Tears streaked down my face, hot as fire as they trickled out of my eyes and down my cheeks.

Isshin’s guests were talking amongst themselves, their faces and eyes filled with lust and the desire to hurt me more than Isshin had already done.

The only “friendly” faces amongst those that were staring up at me belonged to Nida and Aizen.

Isshin slid the point of the knife down to my side and pressed it in until it broke the skin and I felt blood trickle down the side of my body.

“Will you let me gag you?” He asked, his voice a low growl. “Or do I have to cut something else off?”

I nodded quickly not wanting Isshin to turn the knife to my poor, bandaged cock.

Masa stepped forward and tapped his fingers against my lips until I opened my mouth for him. His eyes were almost completely empty of emotion as he gently pressed a ring gag into my mouth but he murmured an apology under his breath, so low that Isshin probably didn’t hear him.

“I’m so sorry...”

Isshin walked around so that he could stand in front of me. The knife was held loosely in his hand and it glistened in the dim light.

“Are you ready for the real fun to start?”