In the Dragon’s Den
The air was thick and oppressive, heavy with the mingling scents of perfume, sweat, and spiced wine. Vi adjusted her wolf mask, its jagged edges pressing against her skin as she moved deeper into the crowd. Caitlyn stayed close, her fox mask catching the dim light as her nervous glances darted around the room.
The room was lit by flickering candlelight and lamps. They casted dancing shadows across a sea of masks. Most of the attendees wore nothing but said masks, their bodies exposed to the dim glow of the room. Some were tangled together on low couches, their movements unabashed and primal. Others were engaged in far darker, more intricate acts Vi tried not to stare at for too long. And then there were the watchers. Those silent figures lurked in the shadows, their masked faces betraying nothing as they observed the indulgence around them.
The energy was oppressive, tinged with lust and desire. Vi’s instincts told her this was a place where the rules were written in blood, sex, and whispers. She had never seen this before, but she wasn’t here to judge. She had a purpose.
They wandered through the dimly lit room for a few minutes before Vi spotted her.
Sevika was unmistakable.
She sat in a corner booth with a low table in front of her, her broad shoulders relaxed as though she owned the room. Even though it had been years since Vi had last seen her, and despite the mask she wore, there was no mistaking the traitor. Honestly, the arm was the biggest giveaway; that gleaming mechanical monstrosity resting against her thigh, its polished metal catching the golden glow of the lanterns.
The mask Sevika wore was nothing short of demonic. Small, pointed horns protruded from her temples, and the dark leather was accented with painted purple and gold highlights that shimmered faintly in the light. Her outfit was equally commanding: tight black leather that hugged her muscular frame, unapologetic in its cruelty and precision. Every inch of her screamed dominance, a force that demanded attention and respect simply by existing.
Vi’s pulse quickened as her eyes locked on Sevika, her breath catching slightly. She brushed it off as excitement. It finally felt like she was making progress. She’d been chasing shadows since she got back, and now, she could see her goal clearly for the first time.
She grabbed Caitlyn’s arm and dragged her through the crowd and toward the booth.
Sevika didn’t acknowledge them at first, but she did notice them. She was busy with a pretty redhead in a cat mask sitting beside her. The woman leaned in close, her hand brushing Sevika’s shoulder as she murmured something into her ear. Sevika’s eyes narrowed to a silent warning that made the redhead pause mid-motion.
Vi hesitated, licking her lips nervously before speaking, her voice cutting through the low hum of the room. “Hi. Hope I’m not interrupting anything too important.”
Sevika’s attention shifted, her gunmetal gaze snapping toward Vi. She chuckled softly, the sound low and dangerous. A strange feeling bloomed in the pit of Vi’s stomach at the noise, but she pushed it off as nerves.
“No,” she said, her tone cool and measured, “you’re not interrupting anything important.” A hurt-sounding noise escaped the woman in the cat mask, “What do you want.”
Her words weren’t a question; they were a demand. One that Vi needed to answer quickly unless she wanted to be dismissed internally by Sevika.
Vi didn’t flinch. She stepped closer, the light catching the sharp edges of her wolf mask as she tilted her head slightly, a smirk playing on her lips.
“You’ve got quite the reputation here,” Vi said, her voice low. She was trying to match Sevika’s energy, but it was difficult. “And I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.”
Sevika’s smile widened, sharp and calculated. Her eyes flicked over Vi, taking her in with a lazy kind of interest. “Do you really think you can handle me? Most can’t.”
Vi grinned at Sevika, refusing to back down. “Maybe. Maybe not. Isn’t the fun part figuring that part out?”
Sevika’s gaze flicked briefly to Caitlyn, shifting uneasily beside Vi, then back to the wolf-masked woman in front of her. With a smooth gesture, she waved toward the edge of the booth, where her entourage of women sat.
“You can stay,” she said. “Watch. But don’t interrupt again, unless you want to be punished.”
Vi and Caitlyn exchanged a glance. Something about Sevika was too much, too powerful, too intimidating, but Vi wasn’t about to back down. She stepped forward, taking a seat on the edge of the booth, and Caitlyn reluctantly followed, her unease evident in the way her shoulders stiffened.
Sevika leaned back against the plush seat, her body exuding a relaxed dominance as she turned her attention back to the redhead.
“You know the rules, Kitty,” Sevika said smoothly, her tone laced with quiet authority. “You don’t get to demand anything from me.”
The redhead opened her mouth to protest, but Sevika cut her off with a sharp glare.
“You don’t want to backtalk me either, girl,” Sevika warned, her voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “You got greedy. You tried to demand something that you had no right to demand. That needs to be punished.”
Before the redhead could utter another word, Sevika grabbed her wrist and pulled her across her lap with practiced ease. The girl whimpered, her body trembling as Sevika’s gloved hand hovered above her exposed skin. She wore only a short skirt that barely covered her ass, leaving no barrier to the punishment that was about to follow. Much to Sevika’s pleasure (and Caitlyn’s horror) the girl was also pantieless.
The first strike echoed through the booth, the sharp sound of leather meeting flesh cutting through the air like a whip. The girl cried out, her body jerking at the impact, but Sevika didn’t pause. Each strike was deliberate and measured. This wasn’t just about punishing, it was about power.
The women around them watched silently, their expressions a mix of eagerness and fear. Some leaned forward slightly, their breaths hitching, while others shrank back, their eyes wide with arousal and helplessness.
Vi couldn’t look away.
Her pulse pounded in her ears, her breath shallow as she took in the scene unfolding before her. The way Sevika moved, the way her hand came down with perfect precision, the way the girl writhed and whimpered under her touch, it was all too much and at the same time not enough. The air felt charged, and electric, and Vi’s thoughts swirled in chaotic disarray. She was forcing herself to stay still in an attempt to not draw too much attention to herself. Sadly, she had drawn Sevika’s attention the moment she sat down.
This was Sevika in her element: commanding, ruthless, and utterly unshakable.
The air hung heavy with the sound of a leather-clad hand meeting plump flesh. The redhead’s cries accompany the humiliating sound, her body flinching with each measured strike. Sevika’s voice was calm and measured like she was instructing a student rather than delivering punishment.
“Disobedience has consequences,” she said coolly, her tone unwavering. Her demonic mask glinted under the golden lantern hanging above them, casting sharp shadows across her features. “You will learn to respect the rules.”
The girl flailed slightly, one of her hands shot and gripped the table at her side as she struggled to keep herself composed. Vi’s throat tightened, her heart pounding in her chest with a rhythm that felt disturbingly in sync with Sevika’s strikes. Her hand clenched instinctively as if readying herself for a fight that wasn’t coming.
“I feel like we’re intruding on something we absolutely shouldn’t be,” Caitlyn whispered beside her, her voice barely audible over the sound of the spanking. Vi didn’t respond; she was too fixated on the scene before her.
Her eyes were drawn to the deepening red of the girl’s cheeks, the way Sevika’s handprint began to stand out starkly against her pale skin. There was something so calculated, so intentional about Sevika’s movements. It displayed power, dominance, and control, and Vi found herself utterly unable to look away.
Sevika’s gaze flickered toward the newcomers, her steel-gray eyes narrowing as they locked onto Vi. The intensity of her gaze made Vi’s chest tighten further, and for a moment, it felt like Sevika could see straight through her mask. Her presence was suffocating, her dominance terrifying in its effortlessness.
Sevika noticed Vi’s reactions almost immediately. There was something deliciously raw about the pink-haired woman’s tension; her body seemed to hum with unspoken defiance even as she watched with rapt attention. Sevika allowed her gaze to linger, appraising her silently. The blue-haired one was attractive but seemed too nervous, too delicate to be of much interest. The wolf, though, had potential.
Sevika smirked faintly under her mask. She would put on a show.
Each hit got stronger and harder, and when Vi thought the woman wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore, Sevika stopped. Her hand gave the girl’s ass a rough squeeze. She was giving the woman a moment to breathe before she continued. Her hand slipped down to dip into the woman’s wetness. She teased her for a moment, enjoying the noises she was able to draw out before she smeared the woman’s fluids on her ass.
Then the strikes came again and Vi felt every nerve in her body strung taut as she watched.
The pit of her stomach twisted in ways she didn’t want to name. She hated herself for how this lewd display affected her, for the heat pooling in places she desperately wanted to ignore. But her body wouldn’t let her deny it—the dampness spreading in her boxers was proof enough.
Her breath quickened, her fists clenched tighter, and she tensed with every impact. Each slap sent a new wave of tension through her body, the sound reverberating in her chest like a drumbeat.
And then, before she could stop herself, Vi spoke. She was never good at sitting still and being quiet.
“Guess you’re not the merciful type, huh?” she quipped, her voice loud and cutting through the charged air.
Sevika’s hand paused mid-air, the silence that followed deafening. Sevika’s gaze snapped toward Vi, her body still as she processed the interruption. Her gray eyes bore into Vi’s like a sharp and unrelenting blade pressed against her throat.
“What did you just say, little wolf?” Sevika’s voice was low, icy, and utterly terrifying.
Vi’s breath hitched. She tried to backpedal, her grin faltering under the weight of Sevika’s gaze. “Nothing, just… nothing,” she said, forcing a laugh that didn’t quite land. “Ignore me. I don’t know when to keep my mouth shut.”
Sevika’s smile widened, cold and cruel. “At least we can agree on one thing,” she said, rising to her full height. “But do you really think you can mock me without consequences?”
“Mock? No, I wasn’t—”
Sevika was already moving. She unceremoniously pushed the cat-masked girl off her lap and grabbed Vi by the wrist, her grip like iron. Vi yelped as she was dragged across the table, her knees and one hand scrambling to catch herself on the wood to stop herself from face-planting. Caitlyn started forward, her voice sharp with protest, but Sevika silenced her with a glare.
Before Vi knew it, she was sprawled across Sevika’s lap, her ass was in the air and her face was down by Sevika’s feet. Blood rushed to her face, and her breath came in short, shallow bursts.
Sevika’s gloved hand squeezed her ass roughly through the fabric of her pants, eliciting a soft gasp from Vi. Her voice was low, steady, and dripping with authority.
“I told you not to interrupt, did I not?”
The first slap came down like a lightning strike, sharp and unforgiving. Even through the thin fabric of her pants, the sting was unbearable. Vi gasped, her body jerking reflexively, her hands scrambling to find something to brace against. The second slap came just as hard, and Vi bit her lip, fighting back a whimper. She refused to stoop down that low.
Sevika’s strikes were deliberate, each one sending a shockwave through Vi’s body. Her mind spiraled into chaos, torn between humiliation, fear, and something far darker—something she didn’t want to name.
Her voice was steady and relentless. “You’ll obey,” Sevika said, her mechanical hand grabbing a fistful of Vi’s hair and pulling her up. The position was excruciating, her core muscles straining to keep her balanced as the claws dug cruelly into her scalp. The metallic claws were poorly filed down and they dug into her scalp. This bitch probably had them filed down poorly on purpose.
The pain brought tears to Vi’s eyes, unbidden and unwelcome. Sevika leaned in close, her breath hot against Vi’s ear. “You’ll learn to do what I say,” she whispered darkly, “or you can get the fuck out of my sight.”
With that, the mechanical hand released her, and Vi collapsed back down, her body trembling.
Sevika’s strikes continued, each one more punishing than the last. Vi gritted her teeth, her chest heaving as her body burned with humiliation and pain. Her pride fought against the submission, but something else—something raw and frightening—threatened to take root.
By the time Sevika stopped, Vi’s body was shaking, her breath ragged. Sevika’s hand roughly squeezed her tender ass, forcing a soft, pathetic whimper from Vi’s lips.
Vi had never felt so powerless.
And what was worse? She wasn’t sure if she hated it or wanted more.