I'm truly terrified when she gags me and makes that joke about the safeword, grinning devilishly down at me. I thrash wildly against the ropes and scream into the gag, but her smile just gets broader. When she's climbing on top of me i see something in her eyes i have never seen before. Cruelty, a coldness that makes me shiver, a feral lust to hurt.
She starts to insert the needles in my breast and it it's just as painful like the other time, when i was at that other place. The pain is the same, but the emotions are much worse. Back then i knew i was in for the worst. Here, with Mistress, i thought i was safe. I thought i can trust her to hurt me, but to respect some kind of unspoken boundary. After all, i never considered to make use of the safeword since she told me about it for the first time. But i realize she is about to step across that unspoken boundary and there is nothing i can do to stop her.
I try not to move and not to scream. I know thrashing and screaming are uselesse when i look at her expression. She won't stop with what she's doing because of me, but only when she has satisfied her own needs and desires. But my trying doesn't help, my body bucks and thrashes wildly on it's own, tears i never wanted to cry are running down my cheeks.

Looking back the needles she stuck in my tits were a piece of cake. When she tries to grip my inner lips to pierce them i really put up a fight. I only settle down to accept my fate when she slaps me several times hard on my pussy. Oh how i would love to present my pussy, to thrust it out so that she can slap it or whip it. But not the needles. I almost pass out when she sticks it into my clit. When the haze of pain subsides i realize i'm alone. Still tied to the bed, but alone. I raise my head and see that the needles in my breasts are still in their place. I don't even wanna now if there is one sticking in my clit. She actually stuck a needle in my clit!!!

I'm furious with rage and anger for a long time, trying to call her, pulling on the ropes. But either she left the apartment or she's not listening. Finally the anger is replaced by tiredness and i fall asleep. Sleep is the wrong word though, it's some kind of nightmare-infested halfsleep, and when Mistress starts to untie me i first don't realize that it's reality.
She just unties my hands and tells me to do the rest myself, then leaves me alone again. Does she regret what she has done? Is she ashamed of herself, or just afraid to talk about what happened? Finally i'm done with pulling the needles out of my tits and i step in the shower. I ponder what to do while sitting on the enamel for a long time , the water hitting my shoulders and back.
Dried off but not bothering with clothes i head to the living room. I'm still angry enough to not need the cover of clothing. Charon will realize that there is not only Zoe the slave, but also a Zoe who knows what she wants and what she wasn't. And sometimes is even determined enough to stand up and fight.
„Charon. We need to talk. Now!“