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She compressed her lips as he pumped his finger back and forth. Occasionally someone passed by, but no one else remarked on their presence. She had to fight to believe it was really happening to her. She was naked, a man was on top of her, and no one was going to stop him?—
“God—” She struggled to breathe as he adjusted his position and pressed the head of his cock where his finger had just been. It took him a long time to push himself into her cunt and she felt every little give of her inner muscles, every pulse of his hot, hard cock as he took her.
“I was going to fuck you against a wall or on a bed, but this works just as well.”
Damn him. He sounded as if he were making casual conversation, when he was balls deep in her and still taking up more space than she had to give. She couldn’t even ease the ache or adjust the angle of her hips because he held her pinned tothe ground. And hell, her treacherous body was ready for cock, was responding with its own wet welcome, easing his passage and opening to him with every heavy thrust of his hips. But this wasn’t about her pleasure. This was about him being in control and showing her that he would have her regardless of what she wanted, or what she tried to do to him.
He tightened his grip around her waist, raising her a scant inch or two, and started slamming into her. She set her teeth and just let her body move with his. She’d taken a chance and failed and now she was paying for it. It wasn’t the first time she’d been punished for disobedience, and she suspected it wouldn’t be the last.
He shoved inward one last time and came hard, his body shuddering around hers, completely pinning her to the smooth rock floor. Somewhere in her mind she knew she’d be a mass of bruises if she survived until the next day. She winced as he pulled out and yanked her to her feet. She couldn’t help but sway against him and feel the hot trickle of his come drip down her thigh.
“Move.”
She stumbled a couple of times, but he kept a hand on her upper arm and forced her along at his pace. They didn’t go back the way she’d come, which made her nervous.
He stopped at one of the doors and punched in a code too fast for Anna to read it. She went ahead of him and stopped at the sight before her. There was a naked man spread-eagled over a plastic formed table. His wrists and ankles were encased in the plastic, and he was facedown, his long hair hiding his features. A man in the same black uniform as Akran stood behind him. He looked up as they entered.
“Is this one for me? I heard you had a bit of trouble.”
“I’ll take care of her myself, Prof.”
The man nodded. “Sure. Help yourself.”
Rehz locked his fingers around Lee’s arm and maneuvered her toward the second of the white tables.Greez, he wasn’t up to tackling females anymore. His bones were hurting from protecting her from the impact of the fall, and his dick was throbbing like hell where she’d almost ripped off the head.
Which meant he wasn’t in a good mood, as his latest trainee was about to find out. He picked her up and dropped her facedown onto the soft surface of the plastic, which immediately adapted itself to her shape, wrapping around her ankles to keep her secured. He unlocked the cuffs at her wrists, and her hands scrabbled for purchase before being trapped in the plastic restraints.
“What are you doing to me?”
He liked her voice, damn it. He even admired her courage, but he had to break her and then rebuild her or she’d die. Shehadto learn to control her impulses.
“I told you not to bite my dick.”
She didn’t say anything. He smoothed his palm over her ass and felt the wetness of his come on her inner thigh. Raising his hand, he smacked her ass cheek, and she jerked.
“Pay attention, Lee. Do not fucking bite me ever again.”
He picked up the controller and studied her prostrate form before punching in a series of commands. Two thick, lubed protrusions emerged from the plastic and pressed into her cunt and ass. She gasped, and he punched in a third command that added another thick cock-like length just past her lips.
“No talking, Lee, remember?”
Her hands tightened into fists as he strolled over to the punishment racks and selected a thin birch rod. A dozen strokesshould make her ass sting nicely without cutting too deep. He made sure she could see what he was doing as he tapped the tip of the rod against his palm.
After the first four strokes, she stiffened and started to fight the pain, but he kept on, until she went still and let herself go limp against the plastic. When he’d finished, he returned the cane to its place. Crouching beside her head, he pulled her hair away from her face so that she could see him clearly. It amused him that in spite of everything, she still looked murderous.
“Twelve strokes, Lee. If you as much as scrape my cock with your teeth again without permission, I’ll double it to twenty-four. Do you understand?” She didn’t reply because she couldn’t, and that was fine with him. “I’ll be back to collect you later.”
Her strange blue eyes widened as he rose and picked up the controller again. Another code and the three fake dicks started to act like real ones, thickening and moving in and out of her to the irregular tempo he set. It was the best way the facility had come up with to simulate intercourse without using their limited supply of trainers.
Not that Anna Lee needed to know that. All she needed to know at this point was that he was in charge, and that if she wanted to survive, she needed an attitude adjustment. Rehz groaned as he left the room and headed for his quarters. A quick shower would ease his aching body, and then he’d write his daily report on Lee. He had a strange sense that for every step he gained with her, there would be another three backward.
He straightened his shoulders. She didn’t know what she’d taken on and why he was going to make her tough enough to live. He hated that. But it was part of the deal, and he didn’t have the authority to tell her the truth. When it came down to it, he hoped his will was stronger than hers.
Anna shuddered and strained against the constraints of the machine, or whatever it was that bastard Akran had strapped her to. Her ass was sore and the subtle rocking of the insertions was bringing her so close to climax that she wanted to cry.
The man tending the naked male who was strapped to another of the infernal plastic machines walked by her occasionally and checked her out. He made no move to touch her or improve her circumstances. But then the bastard had said he’d return . . . She cursed around the rippling plastic rod in her mouth. She was almost too tired to face him again.
As if that cowardly thought had summoned him, she saw his boots on the floor closest to her head. He’d showered, and she could smell some kind of pine scent from his skin.
