Page 29 of Fear and Desire

Laura:

Thewomenalternatedbetweenpity and horror at Laura’s connection to Dan. Though they scarcely dared to speak about him at all, they make their anger very clear towards the man who was the face of the organization that had ripped them from their lives. Laura couldn’t blame them and longed to tell them the truth. At the very least, she longed to give them hope where they saw none, but it was too damn risky.

Laura’s schedule immediately became different from everyone else’s. DeLeo had no interest in how well she could serve dessert, or whether she had any talents. He wanted her in top physical shape immediately, able to fuck and be fucked for hours. While her feet were healing, she started doing upper-body exercises. Once she could put weight on her feet, she resumed the squats with the other women, but now the tack mat was placed under her every morning and left there until she couldn’t hold the squat any longer, no matter how long that took. She never got used to the pain of the tacks piercing her tightly stretched skin as she fell, and she screamed in frustration.

The next day, she spent an hour on her knees, struggling to pay attention to Master 4’s cock while Master 2 flicked her with the crop. He circled her like a wolf stalking prey and snapped it on her left thigh, then her right hip, then her right cheek. She struggled to keep her focus on her task. Every time she lost her rhythm because of a blow, he gave her another in the same spot, harder. She screeched her frustration with her mouth stuffed full of cock, which made the man above her groan in pleasure.

As his moans rose, Master 2 snapped her hard, and she reared back, her mouth coming off the cock completely and her hands flying back to rub the welt. Master 2 dropped the crop and grabbed her hands, pinning them behind her back as Master 4 grabbed his dick and pumped it furiously, and cum shot out over her face and hair.

“That wasnotacceptable,” Master 2 said. “We’re going to work on that every day until you don’t flinch, even a little. And you’re going to leave his cum right where it is until after lunch.”

Though it was humiliating, she wasn’t the first woman to go to lunch covered in cum. By the time she had finished it was dry and itching, but she knew better than to touch it.

Master 3 escorted her back to the cell. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to collapse on her bed.

“Uh uh, sweetheart,” Master 3 said. “You need to shower again. You have adate!” He spit the words out.

She stared at him, not understanding at first. Then she remembered and let out a sob that was not at all pretend. He herded her to the shower and insisted on washing her, spending way too much time soaping her breasts and pulling on her nipples. His slippery fingers probed her folds, and she cursed him silently as he stirred up her excitement despite her revulsion.

As soon as he was done with his humiliations, he hurried her out of the shower, dried her perfunctorily, then gripped her arm and dragged her down the hall to a small room she hadn’t been in yet. Tie-off points lined the walls, which were decorated with ropes, chains, floggers, and whips. She was growing used to the sight of those by now.

He clipped her wrists together behind her back and pushed her to her knees. “He’ll never be able to fuck you like I could have fucked you,” he hissed. “Sooner or later, he’ll screw up and my uncle will know he’s an idiot.” He slammed the door as he left.

Damned sadist.She wouldn’t let Dan screw up.A little blinking light up in the corner informed her she was probably being watched, so she had to look convincing. She dropped her head and let the fear she’d been keeping at bay sweep up and over her. It didn’t take long for actual tears to spill out of her eyes once more. She rocked back and forth, whispering, “Please… please… please…” over and over.

The door banged open, and she uttered a shriek of surprise. Dan stood there with a look of—fury? It wasn’t what she expected, and she cowered backwards. It was just an act, she repeated to herself over and over.Just an act.But the look on his face sent genuine fear spiraling down into the pit of her stomach.

“Dan?” she asked tentatively.

He slammed the door behind himself and strode over. He grabbed her hair and tipped her head back.

“Danis gone. How long will it take you to remember that? There’s onlyMasterin here, and I expect immediate obedience. Do you understand?” She caught a whiff of alcohol on his breath.

“Yes,” she whispered. He tightened his grip on her hair until she cried out.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master!” she shouted.

The grip on her hair never loosened as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was only partially erect, as though it were unsure which direction to go under the circumstances.

“Make it hard,” he growled.

This was not the way she wanted to welcome him into her mouth for the first time. Since the experience with Marco, she’d fantasized about kneeling before Dan as she pulled his cock out of his pants. It would spring free, already erect. She’d take it in her hands and kiss it, maybe licking the drop of pre-cum on the tip, and she’d smile at his groan of pleasure. She’d cup and tug on his balls, and lick her way up the shaft until his control was at the breaking point, and he’d order her to take the whole thing in her mouth.

But that was not going to happen now. She opened her mouth wide and pulled him as deep as she could without gagging, which wasn’t very deep. His hands loosened slightly and he let her take the lead. She struggled to push it further into her mouth, choking on the length, pulling off for only a moment before taking it in again. Her body screamed in protest as she forced herself down, gagging again and again. But she was running out of willpower to do it all by herself, and she needed him to help. She gave him a pleading look, hoping it appeared to be a ‘please stop’ look to the cameras instead of ‘please help me make this look good’. Whether he understood or not, he tightened his grip on her hair and forced himself deep into her mouth, ignoring her genuine attempts to escape his grip. When at last he yanked her mouth off of his swollen and rigid member, she drew a heaving gasp and fell backwards onto the floor.

He looked down at his cock with amazement.Hemight have been having difficulty with this, but his cock was now a true believer.

“Dan?” she whispered, trying to goad him into action.

He looked up with cruelty in his eyes. “I warned you.” Before she could react, he dropped to the floor on one knee and heaved her up and over his leg, her head dropping over and down almost to the floor, her hands still pinned behind her back. His hand cracked down on her tender skin, and he spanked and he spanked, not uttering a word as she shrieked and struggled. His arm pinned her in place and prevented even the slightest movement that might allow her to dodge the rain of fire from his hands. Finally, he paused.

“Who am I?” he roared.

“Dan, stop, please!”

He resumed the harsh spanking. She ran out of steam several hundred spanks later and lay limp over his lap, but he continued. When he finally stopped, even a breath of air moving across her skin felt like burning flames.

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