Leona is love. Leona is life.

Electricity. A powerful unseen force of nature a constant and reliable source of pain or pleasure for some. I had managed to convince Leona to let me electrocute her with a car battery and a set of terminals. It took me a while to get her to agree to this perverse idea, but making me happy by allowing me to enjoy myself at her expense is good in her eyes.


She hesitantly climbed upon the examination table. I bind her wrists and ankles with rope straps and attach a weight to her tail. I walk around the table as she struggles against her bonds and I attach terminals to the battery. I snap the wires together creating a shower of sparks, in doing so getting a fearful expression from her as she awaits what I plan.


I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy her cute little cries of anticipation as I prepare to drew patterns across her pale body. Her body going rigid in spastic fashion as I completed the circuit, her pained cry was especially arousing.


I place the alligator clamps creating a current across her chest, causing her to arch her back and yelp. I cannot help but smile as she grits her teeth and squirms about while she looks at me with a pleading expression. I move the alligator clamps towards her clitoris and her tail to complete the circuit. I am rewarded with a shower of juices from her tail and snatch.


I’m lost in the sadistic glee of causing pain, letting me put her into such a situation willingly. “What a pitiful manticore.” Betrayal flashes in her eyes and I have a thought that I may have gone too far. I leave the room to allow Leona to calm herself.


I return, standing above Leona with a filthy grin. Her heavy panting has stopped, but her expression is questionable. Her eyes are sparkling with an intensity I haven’t seen before. I run my fingers across the light scars on her body and the deeper one below her breast. Hearing a sharp gasp, a roar, and the snapping of rope I am caught off guard for what happens next.


Like a bolt of lightning she hoists me against, the sudden shock of the speed and force left me stunned. I realize I’ve overdone our ‘play session’.


Struggling, I realize that I’m totally helpless. Noticing my strife, her furious snarl twisted into a sneer marked with ill intent that manticores are famed for. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Leona make that expression before. Witnessing it caused my own face to warp into fear as I begin to understand my situation. “Oh shit” I think to myself.


I plead to her, "What do you think you're do-" my sentence is cut off as her oozing tail latched onto my face.  "Hush now 'master', I want to have the same fun with you as you’ve always had with me.” I panic and thrash from having no access to air, but my muffled screams only arouse her.


My frantic struggles and muted screams of terror stimulate her. She lets out a throaty moan, her tail reactively sucks and draws out the air in my lungs.


Losing conscious due to struggling, my vision grows dark and attempts to escape weaken.


No longer able to resist she relinquishes me to the ground and removes her tail. I cannot muster the strength to move and I feel myself being lifted and tossed onto the examination table, my limbs are drawn out and bound then a gag is affixed.


Leona leered at me with her terrifying smile while her pupils start to dilate. She removes her collar, a symbol of her status and tries clumsily to fit it around my neck. I resist as well I can by thrashing, but a sharp pain in my neck causes me to cease and allow the collar to be placed tightly around my neck. She takes several of her spines, slowly inserting them into my inner thighs with sadistic glee allowing the venom to take its course causing a painful erection.


She teases me for what felt like several hours bringing me to edge dozens of times. My cries for release are made known to seemingly deaf twitching ears. Her tail moves above me, its heat tantalizingly close. I buck my hips toward it to no avail. She coos at my increasingly desperate pleas. She pulls me by my hair whispering for me to not worry.


She leaves me with a saunter in her hips while I begin to panic. She returns several minutes later with a large block of wood and a sledge hammer. Seeing the two items, my anxiety begins to make me feel ill and I whimper an apology. Really anything to make her stop.


“Just trust me.” She giggles while placing the board under my ankles. I feel adrenaline rush through my body and start to plead more frantically. She lifts the sledge above my leg while glaring at me with smoldering eyes and as her tail latches onto myself and my mind goes blank.


I lose all resistance finally getting stimulation for release. Any lingering thoughts or protests are gone as instinct takes over and I fruitlessly buck my hips wildly to get friction. Her hot organ engulfs me, she grabs hold of my shin with one paw, nearing climax she brings down the sledgehammer with as much force as her strength would allow.


With a grotesque pop white hot pain flares up through my body from my foot whilst I simultaneous cum. Creating an unreal contrast in sensation that leaves me mindless. I pass out as it connects with another sickening crack. She continues to stare at me with hate filled eyes and as she lifts the sledgehammer up again, I weakly moan in terror. The sledge hammer comes down and I pass as I hear a sickening crack.


When I come to, an intense throbbing in my foot is the only thing I am aware of for several minutes. My arms are bound to the frame of our bed with cuffs. I look to my feet and see the brutal results. My one ankle is totally destroyed and my toes are pointing back at me as though accusing me of my hubris. I thought I trained her to obedience, a combination of rewards and a pseudo-Stockholm syndrome would have made me her owner. It was foolish of me to delude myself into thinking I could stamp out the instincts of a manticore.


Several minutes go by and Leona enters the room stating: "Now, I can’t have you trying to escape like I once did." She begins to crawl on the bed above me and I back away pitifully against the wall. A quick prick is made known and once again I am standing at attention in spite of the terror before me.


She pins me down on my freshly closed wounds causing me to cry out in pain. I beg for her to stop, but my cries only arouse her. She engulfs my member in its entirety, scrotum and all. she begins pleasuring me, almost immediately I was brought to climax and her tail greedily drinks from me. Again and again she wrenches out orgasms as though I were a marionette under her command. She milks me until the consecutive orgasms bring me to a point of incoherency and I babble out pathetically for her to stop, but she spurs on until I lose consciousness.


Upon awakening I am met with a meal. Being used so freely, my pride is crushed and with the now dull throbbing from my feet I have no appetite. I contemplate how I can escape. Having enough range with my binds to reach toward my meal I examine anything I can improvise. Seeing only a plastic spoon, a paper plate dressed with portions of a basic meal, and Leona herself waiting to feed me I am dejected.


With no possible means to improve my situation and at my wits end, I begin to contemplate a more effective method of escape. One that will not go unnoticed however. In the following days hunger sets in in spite of my injuries, but I refuse to eat in hopes to bring about death. Leona does not approve however and blends her meals for me into a liquid form and force feeds me with a tube. It’s an utterly humiliating me and further wounding my broken pride.


***


It has been several weeks since becoming prisoner to Leona. These days I gleefully look forward to whenever she visits me as she my only and best source of companionship. In the beginning her only contact was to fire her barbs at me and milk me for my seed before feeding me. She was merely using me for her own sustenance as though I were livestock making sure to take care of me in her own way.


My submissiveness has pacified her desire to inflict intense torture. She began to become more affectionate towards me. Leona had stated that “I can't allow you to move about risking hurt yourself.” and kept me bound for some time. She spent more time with me, giving loving cuddles during and after her milking. After months of withering away.


The bones in my ankle eventually repaired themselves, but in a twisted and unusable manner leaving me gimped in my foot. Leona even allowed me to take the lead and bind her on the examination table as I once had. Although with far fewer tools at our disposal. Perhaps this life isn't so bad after all. I have happiness that makes my previous days of torment feel like a convincing lie.


I've come to realize it is unwise to fight against the rules of nature. Even if I had to be taught by my own methods. I’m hers, as it always should have been and she is mine, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.