Page 30 of Fear and Desire

“Who am I?” he asked again.

“Master,” she sobbed. “You’re my Master.”

“And who owns you?”

“You do!”

“No. Victor DeLeo owns every part of you now. Don’t forget that.” He spanked her again as she fought and screamed. “He’s letting me use his property, and I intend to fuck you like I’ve always dreamed of.” He dumped her off his knee onto the floor. Her breath came in heaves and gasps as she lay on her side on the cold tile underneath his even colder gaze. He rolled her onto her back, hands still pinned underneath her, and thrust her legs apart.

She looked up, her fear no longer pretend, and prepared to be raped by her best friend.

Dan:

Dan’s heart was breaking. This was so wrong. After all these years of dreaming about her without having the freedom to say anything, he was gazing upon her naked form. He wanted to savor this experience. Her beautiful breasts lay before him, so full, heaving up and down with her crying. Her rosy-brown nipples were crinkled and long, begging to be taken between his teeth and licked and sucked until she cried out with ecstasy. The red welts that adorned both breasts made his cock jump. What kind of monster was he that he wished he’d been the one who had placed them there?

He tore his gaze from there down to her soft, pink folds. The petals lay wide open, dripping wet, and twitching. Despite her fear, the spanking had turned her on, and he was going to have to examine that later.

Finally, he looked at her face, the toughest place of all. If all he saw of her was an ass, a cunt, and two tits, it would be easier for him to keep his head clear and do his job. But up there was her face, her beautiful face with the mahogany brown eyes and the dusting of freckles across her nose. Today, her eyes held a look of determination, of intelligence, and a little fear, and laying on top of all of that was trust. It almost undid him.

But he had a play to perform. Forcing those thoughts from his mind, he rolled on a condom and positioned himself between her widespread legs.

“Who’s your master right now?”

“You are, Master.” The words came out soft but strong, almost as though she believed them.

“Whose cunt am I going to fuck?”

“Mr. DeLeo’s, Master.” She didn’t sound as sure this time.

He plunged in as deep as he could go, relishing her ‘oof!’ as he hit bottom. He pulled out and plunged in again, fighting to keep himself leashed. This time, she cried out in real pain. Her distress snapped something deep within his soul, and he left all mercy behind as the pleasure consumed him. Over and over he drove into her depths, oblivious to her cries, relishing the sensation of her hot, wet tightness, until he came with a roar, spilling his seed into the damned latex barrier between them.

He stood, unrolled the condom, and tossed it onto her stomach, where it leaked out onto her fair skin. “Next time, it’s gonna be your ass. Better make sure you’re ready for that.” He zipped his pants.

Her tightly screwed-up eyes and the tears leaking out finally undid him, and he stomped out the door, slamming it behind him. In a fog, he propelled himself outside. He fished the car keys from his pocket, got into his car, and kept his shit together long enough to nod at the guard as he drove out of the gate. About a mile down the mountain, he pulled over to the side of the dirt road.

He barely made it out of the car before he vomited.

Laura:

Laura lay on the floor of the little room, trying to make sense of the emotions running through her mind. Anger, disbelief, and fear mingled there with unmet lust, and a swell of something in her heart like sad love. She didn’t know how to sort them out.

Master 2 entered. He rolled her over and unlocked the restraints, then threw her a towel, his manner brusque. He pointed to a wastebasket, and she picked up the condom that had fallen to the floor and was leaking cum onto the tile. Then she wiped herself, and the floor, clean. The camera was still blinking green, so she stayed silent and unresisting as he helped her to a standing position on her sore feet and pulled her to the door. They walked out into the hall where he stopped, fished something out of his pocket, and pushed a button. Then he motioned her back into the room. As soon as they were back in, he slammed the door shut.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

Her eyes darted to the camera.

“I turned it off,” he reassured her. “The camera isn’t on all the time in this room, and once you left, he would expect us to shut it off. So, are you all right?” he asked again, the concern clear in his voice.

“I—I don’t know,” she replied. It was as honest an answer as she could give right now. She sank onto the floor, her face in her hands, and fell apart while he held her and rocked back and forth.

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Dan:

Danwasstillsittingon the side of the road, unsure if he was done being sick, when his cell phone rang. He groaned. He couldn’t avoid talking to the bastard, because then he’d just call Marco instead. As he picked up the phone, he took a deep breath.

“Yes, sir?” he said as brightly as he could manage.

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