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Sadi dipped back down again, nails extended on her spare hand. The theatrical flourish of the action was an intentional, albeit blatant, attempt to get a reaction of fear from Iva, and she didn't give up when that wasn't happening. Slower this time, she grazed her claws with the lightest touch against Iva's arm, running from her hands still clutching the whip at her neck, around the bend of her elbow and up to her shoulder. The gesture was finished up with a slow drum, and when that got no reaction, beyond a bored huff of contempt, Sadi moved to Iva's thigh. It was unclear whether it was by accident or perverse intent that the pad of her thumb slid up the curve of skin. Once her nails skimmed the high cut leg of Iva's outfit, Sadi dug them in and allowed her arm to lunge downwards, her high-pitched laugh overwhelming the roar of flames.

“Mmmm~ I'm going to love making you bleed, nnn!” Tossing her hair behind her, Sadi straightened back up. “In fact, mmm, I already am.”

“Haven't you... ever heard about... what they say... mixing... business with pleasure?” Iva asked. By now, she'd given up on trying to pry the whip from her neck. A confident smirk tweaked her lips.

“Ooh?” Attention on Iva's face when spoke, Sadi didn't notice what her hands were doing until both were clutching at her calf, pushing the flared bottoms of her trousers up a little. “Hey!”

Ignoring the indignant squeal of protest, Iva refused to release Sadi's leg. Her fingertips warped to needle points and sank into pale flesh.

Even with her eyes obscured, Sadi's moment of shock was clear. She felt the fingers around her calf pulse as they delivered a first rush of hormones. A colossal surge of who-the-hell-knows-what rushed into her bloodstream, wrenching a scream of pure pleasure from her.

Iva took the opportunity this opened up, disentangling the loosening whip from her neck with one hand as it dropped to the floor with a clatter. The other clutched at Sadi's ankle to send another pulse of hormones into her. By now Sadi's howls were near-constant, only broken by the occasional gasp for breath. A clawed hand had reached down to press against the crotch of her outfit, and her entire body shook with the effort of standing through the assault of such extreme pleasure.

The fight was as good as won already. Latching onto Sadi's other leg, Iva proceeded to inject her with another dose of hormones. Already seeing stars from her chemically induced orgasm, Sadi dropped to the floor as another wave of ecstasy overloaded her nerves. In the process of the tumble, Iva got into a kneeling position over her, continuing to send waves of hormones into her body. Hoarse screams strained Sadi's lungs, and her back arched up off the stone. Another surge had her jerking with such violence, a loud crunch could be heard over her screams as her spine snapped.

“There is always a toll!” Iva cried out as she released Sadi's now limp body. Getting to her feet, she walked back to retrieve the whip she had tossed aside.

Now a puddle of twisted limbs on the floor, Sadi choked for breath. She hadn't heard Iva's comment, and wasn't in any condition to reply. Her broken back hadn't even registered to her, the pain flooded out by a massive rush of endorphins that followed her orgasm. A thin trail of saliva ran down her chin from where her tongue lolled out and flopped to the side as Iva pulled her over to tie her up with the whip.

“How ironic, that you were restrained with your own weapon. Though I imagine you can't hear me right now, right candy?” Once Sadi was trussed up and hanging from a ceiling beam, still sporting a dazed smile, Iva gave her a pat on the cheek. “Have to run now, no one broke out of prison by dawdling.”