<strong>Name</strong>: Hatter<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Hatter's Hovel, Exercise Room, 200,000 on the Scoville Scale<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Cat<br/><br/>Hatter let her hold the remaining half of the pepper on her nimble little extended tongue until the quivering threatened to send it to the floor, for that would be a waste indeed. A few seeds slipped free from the bright red interior to land upon her taste buds. Finally he snatched it up between thumb and forefinger, holding it open to the ceiling like a tiny goblet of pain.<br/><br/>With his left hand he rolled her outstretched tongue back into her mouth, pinching her lips shut behind it. He pressed them tightly together, tight enough to bruise the flesh. Not quite beestung, he thought -- but wouldn't that be something? Now where could he get bees? There were wasps in the harpsichord, but he wasn't sure they would give the same effect.<br/><br/>His drifting thoughts were dispelled by the beauty of the red flush spreading rapidly across Cat's face and nearly exposed upper chest. Her shirt was barely a scarf now, rolled up over her breasts with their hard nipples. He rubbed the open cup of the pepper over each in turn with the motions of a professional billiards player chalking his cue. A bit more on the left one... Yes. Perfect. And still more than enough left for him.<br/><br/>The Cat's whimpering coquettish performance had granted him more than ample surface area. It was a simple matter to crush the remaining pepper in his callused hand and wrap it around the base of his shaft. Slow even strokes, spreading the essential oils along the pink purple flesh. A finger dipped under his heavy foreskin, tucking more of the burning liquid beneath. The pain was... incredible. Exquisite. Like sticking his cock into a furnace, but the flesh did not falter. If anything it swelled in defiance. Hatter removed his hand from his captive's lips, moving it down to help support the lance between his legs. Tears flowed freely from the corners of his eyes. His breath quickened, deep gulps of oxygen to feed the fires within.<br/><br/>It was terribly, tragically painful. He could imagine only one experience worse, and lacking a vagina he wasn't about to undergo that ordeal himself any time soon. But ho! Here was one directly before him, and helpless to escape. Imagine that. He walked behind the suspended woman, his steps short and measured.<br/><br/>"I believe you said you'd do anything to help me, Cat? Or maybe I imagined that. Or maybe I don''t fucking care either way." He grasped the tight globes of her ass and stretched them up and apart, exposing the dripping pussy so inadequately concealed between her thighs, her tiny skirt doing nothing to arrest any advance. The thick head of his cock fit neatly against her wet lips. He played it up and down their length, mixing a new ingredient into her ample natural lubrication.<br/><br/>Hatter's capacity for pain was incredible. His capacity for delay of his own gratification was, on occasion, more lacking. He widened his stance, bent his knees and leaned forward, feeding his inflamed rod into Cat's sopping pussy. "This..." he grunted, "will teach you to defy me." Which was, of course, quite literally true.