Origins of the Ogre

Still behind those double doors, Diona wore a half smile.

She stood over the chained ogre while staring at her cooling poker…

Thwack! Thud! … clang-ang…

Diona kicked the beast in the face and then in the side. Her toe dug into the fresh burn on Baloo's ribcage. 

And she used that moment of release to toss her poker away.

"Well… Now I'm the one feeling blue-balled," Diona remarked with a sneer. She squatted down while shoving her heel to the back of Baloo's neck. "So I'll have to milk you for as much enjoyment possible. One shank and burn at a time…"

Diona then walked to the doors and stuck her head out. Yelling, she ordered, "Bring me the rack! And my toys!"

:::[Flip, thump! … Yet, that woman would soon be forced to accept reality. On that night, she had no chance of satisfying her torturous kinks.]:::