Punishment with Level 4's

"Take her to the 4th level chambers," the King ordered the guards. "Let her be a reminder why you should work hard to complete level 4... and why you shouldn't piss off the King."

The moment the words left his mouth, the air in the room shifted. Guards exchanged glances; the unspoken rule had been shattered.

Compassion between subs was the kingdom's quiet currency -- a survival tactic. Those who'd endured the first level knew the agony of denial, the raw desperation of a body locked away from relief. But to get to level 4? You had to be absolutely sadistic. Not only was she was being handed as a treat to a den of horny wolfs, but the King's words reframed mercy as disobedience. Now, anyone who hesitated to torment her would look disloyal. Ambitious subs would see an opportunity: degrade her, impress him.

The walk back was agony in more ways than one. Every step sent a fresh wave of need crashing through her, her cunt clenching around nothing, the belt ensuring she couldn't so much as grind against the air. The King had just condemned her to a night of suffering, god knows how much longer. As she was about to find out, after the chastity belt was removed permanently post level 4, the subs received far less bath time as it was no longer used as a teasing punishment.

The doors swung open to a scene of calculated cruelty. Level 4 subs lounged like predators, their fingers lazily working over their slick folds, mocking her with every slow stroke. One arched a brow, smirking as she caught sight of the new arrival.

"Look at her," a tall brunette purred, dragging a fingertip through her own wetness before holding it up. "Dripping through her cage like a stray bitch. Think she'd lick this off the floor if we made her?"

A chorus of laughter rose as another sub rose, stalking forward. She grabbed the new girl's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. "You heard the King. No one pities a failure." Her free hand slid between her own legs, fingers spreading glistening lips. "But maybe we'll let you taste what you'll never have."

The metallic click of the key in her cuffs sent a jolt of hope through her -- until their laughter cut like a blade.

"Look at that face," a Level 4 sub sneered, loosening the restraints only to yank her arms forward, re-cuffing them just tight enough to graze her nipples if she strained. "Think we'd let you touch down there? Haha. You are to refer to your nipples as your new clit now. Once you pass level 4, you get to have a clit, but at the your rate, you'll probably will never get that privilege again."

Her breath hitched as fingers pinched one stiff peak, twisting until she gasped. "Say it," the woman demanded.

"M-my new clit," she choked out, hating the way her body arched into the touch.

"Good girl." Another slap to her ass, sharp enough to sting. "Now show us how grateful you are."

They forced her onto her knees, chains clinking as she hesitantly rolled her nipples between trembling fingers. Whimpers spilled from her lips -- not just from the rough handling, but from the cruel irony of it. She was allowed to touch, but only what they deemed worthless.

A different sub crouched in front of her, grinning as she spread her glistening folds. "This is what real pleasure looks like. But you? I doubt you'll ever feel it again."

The words landed like a verdict. Behind her, someone laughs and says "Unless you learn to love your new clit."

The laughter around her deepened as hands shoved her face-down onto the cold stone floor. Fingers gripped her hips, yanking her up until her ass was shamelessly on display. She clenched instinctively -- too late. A wet thumb circled her tight hole, pressing just enough to make her squirm.

"Look at it," one murmured, crouching behind her. Her fingers spread the sub's cheeks with clinical precision. "The hole's already winking at us.

The thumb pushed in without warning, stretching her open in one cruel twist. She gasped, hips jerking forward as the intrusion burned - until another hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back. "Disgusting," the woman above her purred. "You really do love getting fucked in this dirty little hole, don't you?"

The thumb crooked inside her, pressing as close to the sensitive inner walls as possible. A strangled moan ripped from her throat.

"No wonder theres talk of the King making you anal-only permanently. Look how desperate she is," another sub muttered, watching her hips rock back against the invading digit.

A sharp slap landed across her ass as the fingers plunged deeper. "Play with your new clit."

Her hand immediately flew to between her thighs before she remembered her new reality. Tears stung her eyes as her hands tweaked her stiff nipples. Every thrust of their fingers sent sparks through her -- shame and pleasure twisting together until she couldn't tell which was worse.

The sub tensed, but the woman just tutted. "You'd think after all this time, you'd have learned to relax." She traced the rim with a slick fingertip, pushing just enough to make the muscle flutter. "Or better yet, push out. Make it easier for us." A harsh slap landed across her ass. "But no -- you'd rather squirm and whine like some virgin."

Another sub leaned in, running a nail down her spine. "I know her type. She knows what to do. She just hates it." Her breath was hot against the sub's ear. "Finds it disgusting. Degrading." Her fingers clamped down on the sub's nipples -- her new clit -- twisting until a whimper escaped.

They forced her face into the stone floor, her ass high in the air, fully on display. One woman spat between her cheeks, the wet warmth sliding down her exposed hole. "Open up, sweetheart."

The first finger breached her, slow and relentless. The sub bit her lip hard enough to taste copper, but her body betrayed her, clenching and releasing in helpless, humiliating pulses.

"Disgusting," someone murmured, working a second finger in. "Can't even control her own hole."

Laughter rose as her back arched, hips stuttering against their hands. She was trembling now from shame and from need, and the women just watched, grinning.

"Don't stop playing with your new clit," one ordered, slapping her inner thigh. "Unless you want to lose that privilege too."

"I think you've been taking your butthole for granted, just appreciating the pleasure with no pain attached. I bet you would benefit from some maintenance figging. Do you know what that is?"

The words sent a fresh wave of dread through her. A rough hand clamped around her waist, holding her still as another sub uncapped a small vial -- the sharp, medicinal scent of ginger slicing through the humid air.

"Oh, she knows," one of them purred, dragging the tip of a thick, knobby root against her fluttering hole. "Look how tight she just got."

The sub whimpered, her fingers freezing on her nipples -- until a sharp slap made her resume.

The ginger pressed in without warning, the burn immediate and brutal. She jerked forward, but strong hands held her in place, working the root deeper. Every tiny movement sent fire licking up her spine, her body torn between clamping down and pushing it out.

"Such a greedy little hole," someone observed, twisting the root just to hear her sob. "You like that sting, don't you?"

Her thighs shook as the burn intensified, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Start riding it," another ordered, fingers digging into her hips. "Show us how much you appreciate your maintenance."

Tears streaked her face as she rocked back, the ginger searing her raw. The women watched, their own fingers lazily stroking wet cunts, drinking in her humiliation.

The ginger root split her open wider as she was forced to ride it and it worked deeper, the rough, fibrous surface scraping her tender inner walls with every cruel twist. Her hole spasmed wildly -- clenching against the burn one second, then fluttering open the next as if her body couldn't decide whether to fight or surrender. The heat radiated outward, pulsing like a second heartbeat between her legs, making her thighs quiver and her toes curl against the stone floor.

One of the women dragged the root nearly all the way out, letting her gasp in fleeting relief -- then rammed it back in hard, grinding the knotted end against her most sensitive spot. The sub screamed, her back arching sharply, sweat dripping down her spine.

"Listen to that," a guard laughed, circling her with a predatory grin. "Sounds like she's finally remembering her place."

Another knelt in front of her, gripping her jaw to force eye contact. "Look at me when you take it." Her free hand pressed down on the sub's lower belly, right above where the root stretched her, making the burn flare hotter. "Every time you clench, it just digs in deeper. That's your own body betraying you."

The root twisted again, and the sub's vision blurred -- her butthole on fire, her nipples raw from relentless pinching, her cunt dripping shamelessly and uselessly despite the pain.

One of the women leaned close, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Don't worry, pet. The burn fades eventually." A pause. "Unless we decide to refresh it."

The sub let out a wail, knowing full well they wouldn't stop until she was broken.

"Oh and don't worry, we'll be sure to mention how effective this was to the King so he can keep it up in the future" the level 4 subs laughed.