warm summer night

of funny turn of events, Fred encountered two women in one warm summer night. He knew one of them was a demoness.
I do not think it was punishment of any crime that he committed, although it resemble one. To Fred, I think, it was more like a sport of some kind. What do I know. He is just too twisted to be measured in an ordinary scale.

That took place in a open courtyard. The platform was built and the pole was installed at the center.

Some who watched from the side thought Fred was out of his mind, and understandably so. The demoness is known to thrive from fear and pain of their victims. And Fred did not know what she could do to him. It was a dangerous game, if he was thinking it was a game.

The lure of two beautiful women showering their attention solely on him so enticing? Probably.
In fact, the adoration poured onto him was more than enough to make him intoxicated from a surge of endorphin and other biochemicals... who needs pharmaceuticals anyways.

From false sense of security or lack thereof, he let one of the women blindfold him without any resistance, and he received few strikes across the cheek by both women, not long after his cheek started form bruises and welts he was brought to the center of the platform and his bound wrists hang awkwardly from the pole.

He did not know what to expect next. the scent of two women circling around, the sense of warm air stirred near his exposed flesh, a caress or a fast strike, either way he would suffer...