I’m sure Ann regrets not noticing me coming home. She certainly doesn’t seem happy now that she’s come to, tied upright to a wooden frame with a gag muffling her angry shouts.
“Looks like I caught something pretty.” I gloat, as I hold up a knife. “Time to see what’s underneath those clothes.”
The panther reacts furiously to the idea of being stripped, wrenching uselessly at her bonds and glaring.
“Come on, that’s the least of your worries.” I chuckle, as I begin to cut her costume off. The sharp knife makes short work of it, but since her costume is skintight it’s hard to cut it without cutting her as well. Not that I try. I can tell by her muffled screams and the blood pouring down her body that the knife is going into her too. When I get the suit off I can see the long, deep wounds running all over her. She’s sobbing softly, long past screaming.

Putting thick gloves on, I go and fetch a tray. “Recognise the jewellery you tried to steal?”
Her eyes widen in horror and she starts to plead through the gag as she looks at them, fresh out of the oven. I sling a gold locket over her head, the chain hanging down her body and off her neck, the locket itself sliding between her breasts. I can hear it her skin sizzling as so much hot metal touches her. Ann lets out the most unholy scream, her body arching as she tries desperately to escape the pain.

The next piece is a ring, and I have to nearly break her finger just to get her to open her hand. The moment I slide the ring on her hand automatically clenches in pain, which only serves to shove the burning metal against her palm and other fingers.

At this point I can’t hold myself back, and I lift her limp moaning body up onto my cock.
“Learning your lesson?” I ask as I slowly pull her tight body up and down. I can feel the heat from the locket from a foot away. I take my time to cum inside her, then we get back to her punishment. She tried to take quite a lot of jewellery.

By the end I’m convinced she’s suitably sorry. I take her whip and wrap it round her neck, garrotting her, watching her face as her last breath of air slowly dwindles out. She’s long past struggling for most of it, only kicking a bit out of reflex as she chest burns. Then she’s gone.

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You're the CEO of a large company, and one of your client company's has had to ask you to delay a bill. They send you one of their workers as an apology gift. Finish her!