Untitled story of pleasurable suffering

As soon as she entered the dimly lit prison cell, Veda knew she was in for trouble. Standing in front of her was a tall, muscular man with tattoos all over his arms and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he asked, eyeing her up and down.
Veda tried to take a step back but found herself pressed up against the wall. "I-I was just looking for the bathroom," she stuttered, her heart racing.
The man chuckled darkly. "You won't find any bathrooms in here, sweetheart."
Suddenly, the cell door slammed shut behind her, and Veda realized she was locked in with this intimidating stranger. "What do you want?" she demanded, trying to sound confident. "What I want is for you to shut up and stand here, do what you're told to do. I am not an intimidating stranger, stand over by this wall and wait for a group of women to come in to strip you down." He sneered at her, his eyes filled with lust and power.
Veda felt a mix of fear and arousal as she took a step closer to the wall. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, but she knew better than to argue with a man like him. As she waited for the other women to arrive, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of twisted game they were playing.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door burst open and two more women entered the cell. They were both beautiful and confident, but there was something about them that made Veda feel uneasy.
The man ordered them to strip her down while he watched with amusement. The women hesitated for a moment before starting to undress her slowly.
Veda's mind raced as they pulled off her clothes one by one, revealing her body to these strangers who seemed so indifferent to her feelings.
"You like what you see?" one of them asked sarcastically as they handed her underwear back to her. The man said, “burn her underwear.” Veda hesitated for a moment before nodding. "No, I don't like it," she said bitterly. "You can all go fuck yourselves."
The man laughed as he lit a match and held it to her underwear. Veda tried to grab it from him, but he slapped her hand away.
"Relax, sweetheart," he said with a smirk. "We're just getting started."
As the fabric caught fire, Veda felt tears welling up in her eyes. She hated herself for enjoying this kind of humiliation, but she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her body as she watched the flames consume her underwear. Veda felt a pang of jealousy as she watched the other women undress, their bodies revealing a confidence that she couldn't seem to find within herself. But as the man instructed them to bind her wrists and ankles with scarves, she realized that this was just the beginning of her suffering.
"Now that we've got you all nice and pretty," he said with a smirk, "it's time for me to teach you a lesson."
Veda winced as he pulled out a whip from his pocket. "You're going to learn how to please a real man," he growled before lashing it across her bare skin.
The pain was excruciating, but Veda couldn't help but moan in response. She knew that she should hate herself for enjoying it, but something about the man's dominance over her made her feel alive in ways that she never thought possible.
As he continued to whip and spank her mercilessly, Veda lost track of time and space. All that mattered was the sensation of being used and abused by this powerful man who saw her as nothing more than a toy. He made me sit on my knees, and he wanted to lick my vagina. Veda felt herself losing control of her body. The man was using her for his own pleasure without any regard for how she felt. She could feel the other women watching her, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her nipples as they were pulled by the other women.
Veda bit back a scream of pain as he hit just the right spot inside of her. She hated herself for enjoying this kind of humiliation, but she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her body as she moaned louder and louder.