squeezed.
With a gasp, she blurted hurriedly, “Yes, sir ! Yes, I fucked up. I’m sorry, sir.”
He took his hand away and stepped back, nodding. “That’s right. You fucked up. What happens to slave girls who fuck up?”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t reply. He moved to choke her again. “I don’t know!”
“Yes, you do. Think back, Princess Lola. It wasn’t so long ago you were the one lording it over those sissy boys, making them lick your feet while you beat their pathetic asses. I’ll ask once more. What happens to slave girls who fuck up?”
Again the flash of rage beneath the fear. She had fire in her yet.
He gripped her throat again, pushing up hard just beneath her jaw until her face reddened and her eyelids began to flutter shut. She was jerking hard against the frame, trying to get her hands and feet free.
What would it be like, he found himself wondering, to choke the life out of someone? If he kept his hand there long enough, she would stop struggling. But then he’d lose his new toy, and they’d only just begun, after all.
He let her go and watched as she gasped for air. Once she was breathing close to normal, he patiently repeated the question. “This is the last time I ask, J. What happens to slave girls who fuck up?”
There was a long pause, but just as he began to reach again for her throat, J. replied, “They get punished, sir.”
~*~
Eric reached beneath her body, unbuckling the thick leather belt he’d secured around her waist, and pulling away the vibrator that had made her come so hard and so fast she’d been unable to resist it. He released the wrist cuffs from the top bar of the inversion table and her arms flopped down, tingling as the circulation returned to normal. Finally he lifted the padded bar he’d placed over her ankles and slipped his arms beneath her, scooping her into his arms.
He carried her to the sawhorse and stood her on her feet next to it. “You know what to do,” he said, as he pushed against her back, forcing her body over the solid wooden sawhorse, which was reinforced with steel and finished with foam padding and leather.
It felt so wrong to be treated this way! The bywords of the BDSM community—safe, sane and consensual—had no place in Eric’s dungeon—the dungeon he’d stolen from her and turned into a torture chamber. The men Jessie had dominated had all wanted to be there—they’d paid good money for a session with Princess Lola and she’d never done anything they hadn’t agreed to beforehand.
As Eric secured her to the sawhorse, Jessie’s every instinct was to rebel—to jerk away from him, knock the sawhorse to the ground and then beat the shit out of the c abrón .
But she had no fight left—fear and exhaustion had utterly depleted her. Even if she hadn't been abducted and brutalized these past hours or days, or however long it had been, she would have been no match for Eric’s size and strength. The only way she could get the better of him was if she could somehow get a weapon, and catch him by surprise. But how the hell could she do that?
Using the cuffs he’d left on her wrists, Eric secured her arms to the front legs of the horse. Her pussy was splayed against the narrow back of the horse, her legs straddling either side. He left her and returned a moment later, standing just far enough behind her head so she couldn’t see him.
The unmistakable whoosh of a cane slicing the air near her made her clench the legs of the horse with her hands. She was one hundred percent certain this amateur wannabe-Dom bastard hadn't a clue how to use a cane properly, and in the wrong hands it could be lethal.
Yet she’d also learned enough in the short while she’d been Eric’s prisoner to know that to question his skill or motives was sure to result in things going all the worse for her. She bit her lip, aware her body was shaking, though he hadn't yet touched her.
“Now, J., it’s time for your punishment for coming before I
With a gasp, she blurted hurriedly, “Yes, sir ! Yes, I fucked up. I’m sorry, sir.”
He took his hand away and stepped back, nodding. “That’s right. You fucked up. What happens to slave girls who fuck up?”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t reply. He moved to choke her again. “I don’t know!”
“Yes, you do. Think back, Princess Lola. It wasn’t so long ago you were the one lording it over those sissy boys, making them lick your feet while you beat their pathetic asses. I’ll ask once more. What happens to slave girls who fuck up?”
Again the flash of rage beneath the fear. She had fire in her yet.
He gripped her throat again, pushing up hard just beneath her jaw until her face reddened and her eyelids began to flutter shut. She was jerking hard against the frame, trying to get her hands and feet free.
What would it be like, he found himself wondering, to choke the life out of someone? If he kept his hand there long enough, she would stop struggling. But then he’d lose his new toy, and they’d only just begun, after all.
He let her go and watched as she gasped for air. Once she was breathing close to normal, he patiently repeated the question. “This is the last time I ask, J. What happens to slave girls who fuck up?”
There was a long pause, but just as he began to reach again for her throat, J. replied, “They get punished, sir.”
~*~
Eric reached beneath her body, unbuckling the thick leather belt he’d secured around her waist, and pulling away the vibrator that had made her come so hard and so fast she’d been unable to resist it. He released the wrist cuffs from the top bar of the inversion table and her arms flopped down, tingling as the circulation returned to normal. Finally he lifted the padded bar he’d placed over her ankles and slipped his arms beneath her, scooping her into his arms.
He carried her to the sawhorse and stood her on her feet next to it. “You know what to do,” he said, as he pushed against her back, forcing her body over the solid wooden sawhorse, which was reinforced with steel and finished with foam padding and leather.
It felt so wrong to be treated this way! The bywords of the BDSM community—safe, sane and consensual—had no place in Eric’s dungeon—the dungeon he’d stolen from her and turned into a torture chamber. The men Jessie had dominated had all wanted to be there—they’d paid good money for a session with Princess Lola and she’d never done anything they hadn’t agreed to beforehand.
As Eric secured her to the sawhorse, Jessie’s every instinct was to rebel—to jerk away from him, knock the sawhorse to the ground and then beat the shit out of the c abrón .
But she had no fight left—fear and exhaustion had utterly depleted her. Even if she hadn't been abducted and brutalized these past hours or days, or however long it had been, she would have been no match for Eric’s size and strength. The only way she could get the better of him was if she could somehow get a weapon, and catch him by surprise. But how the hell could she do that?
Using the cuffs he’d left on her wrists, Eric secured her arms to the front legs of the horse. Her pussy was splayed against the narrow back of the horse, her legs straddling either side. He left her and returned a moment later, standing just far enough behind her head so she couldn’t see him.
The unmistakable whoosh of a cane slicing the air near her made her clench the legs of the horse with her hands. She was one hundred percent certain this amateur wannabe-Dom bastard hadn't a clue how to use a cane properly, and in the wrong hands it could be lethal.
Yet she’d also learned enough in the short while she’d been Eric’s prisoner to know that to question his skill or motives was sure to result in things going all the worse for her. She bit her lip, aware her body was shaking, though he hadn't yet touched her.
“Now, J., it’s time for your punishment for coming before I
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