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lips appeared lovely and full, if one looked closely enough, they were merely thin, shapeless lines embellished by red paint. A green tunic covered her frog-like body, and gold hose disappeared into soft, green, thigh-high boots.
    “He’s haughty,” Alva said to The Lady, hands still clutching the Knight’s chest. Suddenly she slapped him hard across the face, her palm leaving a red imprint on his skin. “But he’ll learn to appreciate me.”
    “Don’t you ever tire of this, Alva?” Honey Wine tried to sound bored.
    “No.” Her sister smiled and floated to the couch. She sat and patted the seat beside her.
    “I’ll stand,” Honey Wine said.
    “As you wish, but it will be a long two hours.” She nodded for The Lady to begin.
    The blond woman’s small, gloved hands tore the leather from the table, revealing the sharp silver needles gleaming on a cushion of black velvet. There were hundreds of needles, hundreds of moments of pain, and The Lady knew how to use each one to squeeze out delicious agony without killing her victim.
    The Lady chose one of the needles and placed it strategically through the Knight’s skin. Honey Wine’s nails bit into her palms as he tensed.
    The Lady stood before him, a half-smile on her lips, her head cocked to one side like a curious dog. She chose a second needle, then a third.
    The Knight’s fists clenched, his wrists twisting in the manacles until blood dripped down his forearms.
    Alva laughed and stretched out on the couch, the front of her robe parting.
    Her long, pale hands stroked the cleft between her breasts, and she sighed with contentment. “Seems he’ll take his punishment with the same strength he took his opponents during the Entertainment. What do you think, Honey Wine?”
    Honey Wine refused to acknowledge Alva. If she so much as looked at The Mistress, she’d strangle her and bring the guards in fighting. At that moment, Honey Wine didn’t care for herself, but without her help, the Knight would not escape, and she was determined to find a way to free him from this hellish place.
    “How many needles do you think it will take before he screams?” Alva asked The Lady.
    “Just one more,” The Lady chimed in her high-pitched voice, positioning the stool before the Knight and standing on it so she could better reach his upper body.
    At the touch of the next needle, he shrieked as The Lady predicted.
    Honey Wine’s heart pounded, her head throbbed with the desire to kill both Alva and The Lady, to make them suffer as he was suffering.
    He’d no sooner regained his composure from the last excruciating attack when The Lady added another of the metal demons to his trembling flesh.
    Honey Wine circled the room like a caged animal, trying to avert her eyes from the spectacle in the center of the floor, but compelled to watch.
    “Why don’t you sit down?” Alva called to her. “You’ll be tired of all that walking by the end of the session.”
    “Your soul is damned, Alva,” Honey Wine hissed.
    “Who really knows what the afterlife will bring? I believe in entertaining myself now, while I can enjoy it.” She turned her dark eyes back to the Knight, stroking her nipples through the silk to the rhythm of his tortured breathing.
    Alva approached the Knight and raked her nails over his chest, scraping his flat nipples. “Goddess, what a magnificent body he has.”
    “Then why are you ruining it?” Honey Wine snarled.
    Alva continued running her hands over his body. “You know the needles will leave no mark. But I might.”
    Alva sank her teeth into his chest, drawing blood and causing the Knight to gasp. Honey Wine’s fists clenched so tightly her nails cut into her palms as she watched Alva slip a dagger from the folds of her robe and slice off the Knight’s loin cloth. His cock dangled, thick but flaccid. Alva ran her tongue over his abdomen, clutched his hips, and took his cock into her mouth.
    The Knight closed his eyes, but not before Honey Wine saw