Samuel waited for the curtains to rise. He had made his wishes clear to the Club Head, the mysterious woman who ran the performance club, as was his prerogative for winning the lottery this night. He knew who he wanted, and what he wanted to do to her. Perhaps he was being cruel or vile, but in the end, everyone knew what they were getting into, and what they wanted out of this.

The curtains rose, and his breath caught in his throat. Victoria stood center stage, the east Asian woman stood before him, her long black hair fell straight from her crown, her eyes wide and expectant. Her mouth was gagged, no words would come out, her wrists were crossed in front of her, tied together with black lace. Otherwise, she wore nothing.

Beside her was a metal coffin. No, that wasn't the right word. The open device was shaped like a woman, wider at the chest and hips, narrower at the feet and neck. There was no head to it, and inside it, front and back, dozens of metal spikes.

She said nothing, could say nothing as he approached and ran a hand down over body, cupping her breasts as he did so. She raised her hands up and still tied, put them down around his shoulders. The invitation was clear. When he chose, he could avail himself of her in all ways.

He pulled back, not a rejection of her offer, but a ... deferral. For later. Instead, he put both hands against her chest, the soft flesh receding under his pressure. She stepped back, and he stepped with her, pushing and guiding, the only goal something they both knew.

Victoria stopped when her back touched the spikes of the iron maiden, silent still. He could push her and she would not resist, he could pull her closer to him, and she would eagerly embrace him. Instead of either, he stepped back, putting his hands on the door to the device. She waited for him to make his decision, and he looked at her perfect body and closed the door on it.

She made no sound as the iron maiden closed on her; the device doing its work perfectly. Samuel knew that there was no trick here, no hidden catch. He had closed the door on Victoria and now she was run through front and back.

But this Iron Maiden did have a trick. He flicked a small latch open on the device, and with it, opened a hole in the shell. For he knew this device had an inner skeleton, to which the spikes were attached, and an outer skin that could be moved or removed as needed or wanted.

He pulled open the skin around her chest, and Samuel's eyes feasted on her breasts, impaled from the front, and from the back, though the gap in the maiden. He could reach in, and touch her with his fingers, so he did, alighting on her supple skin, her chest trying to move despite being perforated.

Samuel lowered himself, and opened another gap, this time, her sex was on display. It was untouched, save for a single spike going in through the front of her, just above the gap. This time, his touch elicited a more sensual response, her body reacting in a way that said she wanted more.

He would oblige, of course. He closed the two gaps, then opened the Iron Maiden. She stood there as perfect as she had been before he started, but this time, her desire was showing. So he obliged her, and satisfied himself. Lifting one leg of hers, the better to take her, she demonstrated her flexibility perfectly. He did her raw, and when he was done, the blood of her maidenhead a touch of colour on her skin; she moaned in pleasure, the first sound she had made this whole time.

But he wasn't done, as he lifted her up and pushed her back into the Iron Maiden. This time, he forced her into the spikes on the rear, pinning her into place. She was ready for him again, but he wanted something else. This time, he closed the door on her, and without warning, she screamed as her body was again stabbed from front and back. But it was not a scream of pleasure, but of anguish. He did not need to open the device to see what he had done, it was written clearly on her face, and in her eyes.

He opened the Iron Maiden again, and before him, Victoria was whole and unharmed. He knew that she had felt everything he had just done to her, and she huffed through her nose as she recovered from the sensations. She wanted more. Her glistening body demanded it, even as her hands were still tied together.

Simon pulled the thin silk lines loose, freeing her wrists. She flexed her fingers, restoring the blood flow through them. These, he takes in his hand and holds them over her head. She obliges, pressing against him even as he ignored her advances. He pushed her back into the maw of the Maiden, and this time, pushed her down. She got to her knees, arms aboveher, her hands outside of the reach of the device.

He stepped back and she held the stance as he closed the door on her.

This time, she said nothing, and he left her like that, for as long as she could take it.