Page 53 of Pure Vengeance

Before I could react, Jerome loosened the cuffs from the chains attaching me to the ceiling, then pointed at a strange metal bench across the bathing area from Lachlan. It looked like a sawhorse with an extra crossmember about knee-high. “Bend over that bench. Knees spread as far as you can on the bottom bar, and your arms down in front of you. I’ll give you a treat if you don’t make me tie you down.”

Still smirking, Lachlan watched me as I trudged across the wet floor. Gingerly, I rested my knees on the cold steel and bent over the top bar. It pressed into my stomach, making me glad I’d already lost my breakfast. As soon as I dropped my arms in front of me, something cold touched my ass and I clenched as it prodded my back passage.

Jerome slapped the back of my thigh, then said, “Relax, puppy. Breathe in, then let it out.”

I blinked back tears as he pushed something hard and unyielding into me, then swallowed a moan when warm water filled my bowels to bursting.

My belly swelled uncomfortably, and I squirmed, trying to decide if it hurt or felt good. Maybe the pulsing fullness was a disconcerting mixture of both, but my pussy clenched and released with filthy need I didn’t dare reveal.

Why?

God. Why was I getting aroused by being treated like an animal? I might have been able to handle my father’s physical abuse, but this…

This broke my very psyche.

I… God help me, Ilikedit. I especially liked the way Lachlan watched.

“Good puppy.” Jerome patted my hip. “Now, after I take out the enema nozzle, you will walk to that toilet and sit before you relieve yourself. I suggest you do your best to keep everything inside until then.”

The praise shifted something inside me, breaking me into tiny pieces I wasn’t sure would ever fit together again. I tried to ignore the flood of warmth growing in my chest. This was wrong. So, so wrong.

I staggered to the toilet and sat, not a moment too soon. Fouled water rushed from my body and ignoring the constant thrum in my pussy, I breathed an imperceptible sigh of relief as my bowels emptied.

Hopefully, I could remember how wrong this was if… no,whenLachlan decided to let me go.

Lachlan

Natasha wouldn’t believe me if I told her, but she was absolutely perfect. I’d never seen anyone take so well to pet training. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have said she was a fully consenting slave who had enjoyed daily enemas for years.

Hell, she didn’t even protest the thick, bushy tail attached to a larger than average butt plug. Fuck, she barely winced whenJerome shoved it in her ass and tightened the harness around her hips to keep it in place.

A dark thought intruded into my attempt to understand what I was seeing. What did I truly know about her?

Nothing, aside from rumors and gossip. For all I knew, someone else had been training her. Maybe it was the person who gave her all those bruises.

I shook the thoughts away. If she’d been in training, she sure as fuck wouldn’t have been a virgin.

As much as I wanted to see how far I could take her, I needed her to hurt. I needed Steve Ashland to see empty desolation in her eyes and know it came from me, and for that, I needed her broken.

And I had six weeks to do it.

She stood docilely and looked at the floor as Jerome fitted her hands with mitts, but twitched her left shoulder until her long hair covered her breasts.

“Oh, puppy,” I murmured softly. “You don’t get to hide.”

Before Jerome could section her silky tresses for the ponytails that would resemble floppy dog ears, I rose to my feet and went to the supply cupboard for a clipper motor. Without letting her see, I handed it to him.

“Sir?”

“Shave her,” I ordered. “I want her head as bald as her cunt.”

To my delight, she was already crying when I positioned my chair where I could watch her face. I even got to hear a tiny sob over the sound of the clippers.

Mission accomplished. I leaned back and smiled as hair fell to the floor around her trembling body. Disappointingly, she stopped crying long before Jerome finished. In place of sorrow, her face was an expressionless mask of placidity, which wouldn’t do at all.

Jerome shook his head and used a towel to brush off the last bits of hair from her body. “Will that be all, sir?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

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