Competition Breeds Excellence in Captivity

“So your inner ears are now safe,” I was just making conversation while we both could.

Zarina’s eyes expanded as if to scoff and she flashed a weak smile for a second, but she kept the slow pace of her ministrations.

Then a thought struck her, “Wouldn’t that stuff damage my hearing?”

“I am not going to lie to you—I can’t say for sure. I know that’s not a reassuring answer, but it’s the truth. Capsaicin irritates and inflames the body’s tissues, but supposedly there is no direct tissue damage at all. That why I’m confident about using it even on your burnt boobs. It is the human body’s response to capsaicin where it treats it like a burn or abrasion that triggers the inflammation, even though there is no real damage.”

“Kind of reckless with your only sex slave, right? I mean, I guess I’m assuming you don’t want me to go deaf. Then you couldn’t order me around.”

“I don’t.”

“Is that why you put my ears first in order? You were confident I could make you cum at least once in whatever time I have allotted?”

“Sort of. I guess. The thought did cross my mind, but I have to admit that I mostly chose the order off the top of my head.”

“Great. So you really have thought through my well-being….”

“No, I do. You have no choice but to trust I did enough research on the effects of capsaicin and its mechanism of action. In studies on rabbits, the most dangerous risk of capsaicin is to vision. People have been legally pepper sprayed for over 60 years and can buy it in many countries, because the eyes are not damaged so long as you rinse them out with sterile water, like I do with you. This is why you are my guinea pig and I want to test out my new different formulations on your left and right sides.”

“Please, just kill me if you end up blinding me.”

“Stop it. Your eyes have been just fine with the capsaicin drops in the past, not to mention the pepper spray, mustard powder and cinnamon oil. I won’t give away how much more concentrated these new formulas are, but I’m testing different ingredients too. When I ask you which one hurts more or for longer, I do also account for how serious the wound is.”

“And if it kills me?”

“You won’t die. Pepper spray, for example, has generally only been linked to death in a few cases and the victims seemed to have prior conditions that restricted their breathing. I would have to force you to eat 3 pounds or about 1.3 kilos of one of the hottest peppers in the world to reach a 50% chance of what is estimated to be a lethal dose, and no one has ever been able to eat even a kilo of those peppers. Theoretically what happens is capsaicin set in a motion respiratory distress as your body panics, but that’s one reason I keep epinephrine on hand. The other documented complication can arise if you start vomiting so hard you tear your esophagus, but the tears generally heal on their own. Besides, I have enough experience making you puke and drink baking soda water after to neutralize the pH? Take some solace in the fact that I’ve invested too much in bringing you here and I like you too much as a sex slave,” I said looking smug.

Unsurprisingly, Zarina remained alarmed, “You’ve explained that logic before and I guess it makes sense. But even you can understand that I’m really scared? After all, it’s my body that is going to suffer.”

I was eager to eventually see what she ‘thought’ about my two new capsaicin drop formulas, but not so much that I would break my promise if she could reach the orgasm goal. We had finally built some level of the honest two-way communication that I hypothesized would be critical for my girls long-term. My father taught me that all we are in the end is our word, and I would honor my deal with Zarina today. I admit I have lied plenty of times to get an advantage throughout my past careers. But with my sex slaves there was no reason to. Sure, there are something I keep secret for my own safety, but those are not lies.

Nonetheless, I wanted to water the seed in her mind, that she could pick the capsaicin as a tough punishment in the future.

“You know even if you are successful today, you are just putting off the inevitable with these capsaicin drops.”

Zarina shuttered and sighed, “…such is the lot of your sex slave….”

“I know it’s one of the worst punishments. So I’ll always try to give you an achievable way out. I can’t think of a really fucked up game right now where you would have to suffer through the stuff no matter what.”

“Try…” Zarina said dryly, “And I’m confident, if you put your head to it, you can come up with a sufficiently fucked up game that requires me to burn myself—I meant with the drops…but I’m probably subconsciously thinking of a very recent experience….” 

I had to laugh at that. I said, “So why not just get it over with? You know that I want to try these new formulas out, and am eventually going to, test both out on you. Why not try to use that as bargaining power to make something easier for you? You might even be able to have some say in the application and severity.”

“Because I know it’s going to be fucking painful! No sane person would volunteer for that kind of torture. Giving you sex is way easier.”

“Does it really hurt more when you know that you suggested the torture?”

“I guess…I mean it obviously is about the same in terms of physical impact. But psychologically it’s depressing to know that it was my choice. I do blame myself, even if I know it’s really all your fault. It all reminds me of how sucky my situation is.”

“Well that’s a downer. Not that it’s likely to change, mind you, as I like you coming up with ways to hurt yourself. Nevertheless, I will keep this in mind, for what little that statement probably means to you.”

Zarina clearly did not like that much, but she shrugged while absentmindedly rolling my balls around in her hand.

“Do you worry that I won’t hold up my end of the deal?” I wondered.

“No, you’ve always kept your word with me. Though I think it’s easy for you to do so because you win either way, eventually.”

Zarina was looking at my cock and leaned forward to give the shaft two big licks from base to tip. She waited for a second afterwards, and when she saw no response from me she continued:

“Look, I know you can always torture me with these new drops in the near future, so why would you break your promise? Hell, use it on me a few hours after I meet the deadline and you technically would still be keeping your word. You got the new drops—it’s not like you’ll never use them. I can tell you can’t wait to torture me with them.”

I half-shrugged but nodded, “You’re a smart girl, Throatfuck. Yes, you’re right, of course. I can’t wait to hurt you with these new capsaicin formulas. But I will wait for a while longer if you meet my deadline. Because I do think that would ruin what trust we have between us. There may be times in the future when I want you to believe something I’m saying, even if it’s just for one of my sick games. All I can say is what you already know: keep me happy, follow my instructions, exceed my standards, and reach the goals I set. Then I won’t have more reasons to torture you so brutally.”

“Hmph,” Zarina snorted, tilted her head to the side, and then got back to trying to work my cock with her tongue and mouth. 

I was not feeling too sore from the latest blowjob, despite it being all top of all she had done to my cock earlier. It was good to be home. I felt my blood starting to fill my member again.