Claws reached for her.
Screaming, she collapsed. The great creature’s teeth closed around her and shook her. She fought to free her wrists and nipples, but there was no escape. Nothing beyond hot surrender.
Screaming again.
Chapter Thirteen
Cheri tried to straighten, but Master had tied her too well. They were on the front porch while inside Master Damek whipped his slave. The other woman’s grunts and sobs had a rhythm to them as if she was caught between pleasure and pain. After the days and nights Cheri had spent under her master’s tutelage, she understood the connection between the two all too well.
She didn’t want to be beaten again, yet she did.
“ It’s time,” Master said, “for you to understand.”
She hadn’t worn clothing for a long time and should be accustomed to the way Master studied her nude body, but today his scrutiny made her uneasy. Was he thinking of a new way to torture her? Maybe she simply didn’t want to acknowledge what he was about to tell her.
Giving into the strain in her shoulders, she sagged. Before bringing her out here, Master had roped her wrists behind her. A week ago she would have resisted when he looped more rope around her elbows, but he’d taught her not to. The elbow rope was connected to a bolt in the bungalow overhang. He hadn’t been content to simply tether her in place, not this man who’d turned her sexuality against her and sped her journey into servitude. A broad leather strap tightly spanned her waist. Its purpose was to keep the connecting leather between her legs cinched tight. A dildo hummed inside her vagina while a plug echoed the movement in her ass.
If she was an obedient slave, Master might reward her with a badly-needed climax but if she did something to displease him—
“ You’ve had time to think about it,” he continued. “Who do you think is responsible for this?”
This was her new reality, her imprisonment, her slavery.
“ I’m not sure,” she started. The vibrations all but rattled her teeth, and her thankfully free nipples ached. “I was dating a married man who—“
“ Norman.”
She stared at her dirty feet.
“ Go on.”
Master had hold of the remote. If he increased the vibrations, she wouldn’t be able to speak. “Norman likes bondage. He wanted me to—“
“ But his attempts turned you off,” Master finished. Smiling, he stroked the side of her right breast. “Too bad he didn’t incorporate my techniques.”
Master’s techniques were responsible for her striped flesh and empty belly. Just this morning he’d whipped her for not immediately dropping to her knees when he entered her prison.
“ So you think Norman contacted Carnal? He forked over more than you want to think about to have me train you.”
Train. Like a puppy. “I don’t know. Maybe. But…”
“ Go on.”
“ He’s married. I don’t think he has that kind of money.”
“ Norman isn’t the only man in your life.”
Think. “No. Ah, several times you made me run like a horse while flogging me. Ed likes to bet on horse races. He took me to a few, but we argued. I said the crops were cruel. He disagreed.”
“ But you let him spend his money on you. Hell, you’d do anything as long as money was involved.”
Past tense? “It wasn’t like that.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. She should know better than to disagree with anything Master said. “He enjoys spending money on me. He pays for my bets and if I win, I get to keep the money.” Used do. “He says he’s more likely to come out ahead betting on horses than at marriage.”
“ And why’s that?”
“ He’s been married three times.”
“ So the chance you’d become number four was pretty slim.”
“ I don’t want—I’m not interested.”
“ Too bad.” He caressed her other cheek. “Chances are you wouldn’t be in this fix if you wore some man’s ring.” He pinched her nose, and she wondered if he was thinking
Screaming, she collapsed. The great creature’s teeth closed around her and shook her. She fought to free her wrists and nipples, but there was no escape. Nothing beyond hot surrender.
Screaming again.
Chapter Thirteen
Cheri tried to straighten, but Master had tied her too well. They were on the front porch while inside Master Damek whipped his slave. The other woman’s grunts and sobs had a rhythm to them as if she was caught between pleasure and pain. After the days and nights Cheri had spent under her master’s tutelage, she understood the connection between the two all too well.
She didn’t want to be beaten again, yet she did.
“ It’s time,” Master said, “for you to understand.”
She hadn’t worn clothing for a long time and should be accustomed to the way Master studied her nude body, but today his scrutiny made her uneasy. Was he thinking of a new way to torture her? Maybe she simply didn’t want to acknowledge what he was about to tell her.
Giving into the strain in her shoulders, she sagged. Before bringing her out here, Master had roped her wrists behind her. A week ago she would have resisted when he looped more rope around her elbows, but he’d taught her not to. The elbow rope was connected to a bolt in the bungalow overhang. He hadn’t been content to simply tether her in place, not this man who’d turned her sexuality against her and sped her journey into servitude. A broad leather strap tightly spanned her waist. Its purpose was to keep the connecting leather between her legs cinched tight. A dildo hummed inside her vagina while a plug echoed the movement in her ass.
If she was an obedient slave, Master might reward her with a badly-needed climax but if she did something to displease him—
“ You’ve had time to think about it,” he continued. “Who do you think is responsible for this?”
This was her new reality, her imprisonment, her slavery.
“ I’m not sure,” she started. The vibrations all but rattled her teeth, and her thankfully free nipples ached. “I was dating a married man who—“
“ Norman.”
She stared at her dirty feet.
“ Go on.”
Master had hold of the remote. If he increased the vibrations, she wouldn’t be able to speak. “Norman likes bondage. He wanted me to—“
“ But his attempts turned you off,” Master finished. Smiling, he stroked the side of her right breast. “Too bad he didn’t incorporate my techniques.”
Master’s techniques were responsible for her striped flesh and empty belly. Just this morning he’d whipped her for not immediately dropping to her knees when he entered her prison.
“ So you think Norman contacted Carnal? He forked over more than you want to think about to have me train you.”
Train. Like a puppy. “I don’t know. Maybe. But…”
“ Go on.”
“ He’s married. I don’t think he has that kind of money.”
“ Norman isn’t the only man in your life.”
Think. “No. Ah, several times you made me run like a horse while flogging me. Ed likes to bet on horse races. He took me to a few, but we argued. I said the crops were cruel. He disagreed.”
“ But you let him spend his money on you. Hell, you’d do anything as long as money was involved.”
Past tense? “It wasn’t like that.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. She should know better than to disagree with anything Master said. “He enjoys spending money on me. He pays for my bets and if I win, I get to keep the money.” Used do. “He says he’s more likely to come out ahead betting on horses than at marriage.”
“ And why’s that?”
“ He’s been married three times.”
“ So the chance you’d become number four was pretty slim.”
“ I don’t want—I’m not interested.”
“ Too bad.” He caressed her other cheek. “Chances are you wouldn’t be in this fix if you wore some man’s ring.” He pinched her nose, and she wondered if he was thinking
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