Page 22 of Fear and Desire

He moved to her feet, and she cried out as he lifted one under the ankle. “Bend your toes,” he ordered. She complied, squinting her eyes with pain. He grunted in satisfaction and repeated the movement on the other foot. Then he wrapped a cool towel around them. “I need to clean them. Can’t risk an infection.” He didn’t really do any cleaning; he merely let the coolness soothe the red, swollen flesh for a few minutes.

“Today and tomorrow, you’ll crawl, to remind yourself of the penalties for running. After that, you’ll walk, no matter how painful it is. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

He stood and left. She sat up enough to drink the rest of the water, swirling the dissolving pills around until they were thoroughly mixed in, and drinking every drop. Claire took the empty cup. Laura lay back down and concentrated on surviving until the pain pills gave her some relief.

Theylethersleepwhile the other women left for their morning routine. When she woke, the pain in her feet had decreased enough that she could wiggle her toes with only a grimace. She rolled over and sat up on the edge of the cot, carefully setting one foot down on the floor. It hurt, but she could do it. She set the other one next to it. She was just about to stand when a voice at the door stopped her.

“Unh uh. Crawl.” said Master 3.

She dared to glare at him for a long moment, then lowered herself to the floor and crawled to the bathroom. She hauled herself onto the toilet, grimacing at the pain from just that little bit of pressure. When she was done, she crawled over to the sink and tried to grab hold of the edge to pull herself up, but Master 3 appeared again.

“Nope. No standing. At all.”

She started to ask how she was supposed to reach the sink, but whispered, “yes, sir,” instead, and raised up on her knees as high as she could to reach the faucet. The bathroom suddenly filled with the other women who had just finished their hour-long kneeling.

“Lunch! Line up!” Master 3 called out. Laura crawled to the end of the line and followed the women down the hall. To her dismay, Master 5 fell in behind her, holding a riding crop. Halfway down the hall, he flicked her butt as she crawled over the hard concrete floor. She sped up enough to catch the line of walking women, but he was in the mood to torment. Without warning, he flicked the bottom of a foot with the crop. She shrieked, stopping dead in the hall and letting her head fall down while she panted with the pain.

“Get your ass moving! We don’t feed lazy slaves,” he growled, flicking the other foot. She shrieked again but scurried fast enough to avoid his whip, eventually entering the dining area. The women had lined up with their bowls. Laura tried to reach one on the high counter from her knees without success. Maia was last in line and grabbed a bowl to hand to Laura, but Master 3 knocked it out of her hand, and it clanged to the floor on the other side of the counter.

“No one gets a bowl for anyone else!” he declared.

“Sir,” Laura begged softly, “I can’t reach it from my knees. Please, may I stand?”

“Nope. You can’t reach it, you go without.”

She slumped down. She was hungry, so hungry. She’d missed breakfast, and the stew from last night hadn’t filled her up very much.

“I’ll make you a deal. You suck my dick, and I’ll make sure you get some stew.” She looked up at him in disbelief. His predatory grin made her skin crawl.

She could refuse and go hungry; she wouldn’t starve, and the thought of sucking him made her lightheaded with nausea, anyway. But she knew that refusing him would have more consequences than just an empty stomach. She made a quick decision.

“Please, sir, may I suck your dick for some food?” she asked meekly.

“Hear that, bitches? She knows her place. Seems the punishment has taught her some manners.” As the other women bent to their food, he opened up his trousers and brought out his large, limp dick. She shuffled forward on her sore knees until she was in front of it.

“No hands.”

Her heart sank. Without her hands, she couldn’t protect herself from gagging. She clasped them behind her back and reached forward to touch the soft spongy surface with her tongue. She pulled back when she made contact, repulsed by the touch, then regrouped and leaned into him again. Her eyes closed, and to her immense surprise, an image of Dan standing in front of her formed in her mind. After giving the tip a few nibbles and licks, she took his balls into her mouth and tugged at them. She was rewarded with a groan over her head. She kept the vision of Dan in her mind, imagining she was giving him pleasure while she was on her knees. It was such a startling and arousing thought that she almost pulled off in surprise.

She took the entire head into her mouth, going as deep as she could without gagging. She sucked in her cheeks, increased the pressure, and swirled her tongue around the tip. The illusion of kneeling at Dan’s feet was shattered when Master 3 grabbed her head and pulled her deep. She gagged and choked and tried to push him off with her hands. Master 5 moved behind and captured her flailing arms, pulling them up high, which caused her to pitch forward onto Master 3’s dick. She didn’t have to endure it for long, though—Master 3 let out a grunt and filled her mouth with thick cum. She struggled to swallow all of it, not sure what the penalty would be if she didn’t. At last, he pulled out, and she dropped back down to a kneel.

He zipped up his trousers and walked over to the table where the women sat quietly, their bowls mostly empty by now. Without comment, he grabbed Claire’s bowl. He moved down to Jackie’s bowl and scraped the remains of hers into Claire’s. Then he scraped the remains of Julie’s into that one. And so on, down the line, getting nothing more than a chewed piece of gristle from some, gravy drippings from others, and the occasional leftover vegetable from the rest. When he was done, he brought the bowl over to Laura and dropped it down on the floor in front of her.

“You have two minutes to eat.” He didn’t offer a spoon.

She pushed down her revulsion and scooped up a carrot with her fingers. It was cold by now, and more than a little greasy. Nevertheless, she quickly shoved it into her mouth. When all that was left were two pieces of chewed-up meat, she looked up.

“You’re not done yet.”

She gulped, nodded, and scooped up the meat, not bothering to chew it. Someone else had already tried that. Instead, she swallowed the pieces whole, then licked her fingers clean.

Master 5 kicked the bowl away and ordered the women to line up again. They fell in, some in front of Laura, and some behind. She was grateful for the protection. She hurried down the hall, not daring to fall back and cause trouble for the woman behind her. Soon they were back in the large barred room, and the door had once again locked them in.

Dan:

“Dan! Marco says you’re having a bit of an issue with one of the new slaves.” The phone call Dan dreaded had come. He just hoped he could undo whatever damage Marco had done.

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