Page 36 of Fear and Desire

“Sir, Master 2 told me–”

“Shut up. I didn’t ask you a question.” He stopped behind her. “I think this is just too tempting not to take advantage of.”

He unbuckled his belt and drew his zipper down, and she waited to hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Instead, he grabbed her hips and impaled himself deep inside.

“Sir! Please! You don’t have a condom on! You’re not supposed to do this, sir!”

“Shut up, bitch, or I’ll take that cane to your ass so hard you’ll bleed.”

The threat cut off her protests, though she whispered a rhythmic“Please, please, please…”as he pumped.

Her tears dripped straight down to the floor. Her back hurt desperately, and his zipper and the rough cloth of his pants rubbed against her sore skin, adding to her misery.

He continued to pump in and out while she prayed for Master 2 to return. With a groan, he plunged deep inside and held her there as he shuddered. When he pulled out, his cum leaked out to trickle down her legs. He slapped his dick on her back a few times to wipe it off, zipped up, and left.

She dropped to her hands and knees, sobbing and pounding the floor in frustration. That bastard! God knew what diseases he carried. And the birth control implant she’d gotten a couple of days ago wouldn’t fully protect her for another week.

Master 2 returned, gone less than five minutes.

“What the fuck?” he cried. He grabbed a towel and wiped off the cum. “Who?” he demanded, as he helped her to her feet.

“Master 3,” she whispered.

“Goddammit! Follow me.” He led her out of the room and the short distance back to the empty cell. “Take a quick shower.

By the end of the shower, she was angry at everyone and everything. The punishments, the humiliations—those were going to be over, eventually. She could hang on until then. But the possibility of getting a disease, or worse, getting pregnant, was unimaginable. She banged the soap back down into the dish and barely held in the urge to scream out her anger.

Master 2 was waiting for her at the cell door when she emerged. She glared at him, and he raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t the enemy, but she wasn’t inclined to be charitable towards him or anyone else right now.

He escorted her down the short hall and through the locked door at the end. After a few steps down another hall, he knocked on a door and pushed it open, and Laura walked into an office. Dan sat behind a desk. He appeared just as surprised to see her as she was to see him.

She started towards him at a run, desperate for the comfort of his arms.

“Stop!” he ordered harshly. She halted, confused.

“Dan?” Couldn’t they just drop the Master/slave thing for a few minutes?

His face softened, but he shook his head. Without words, he pointed at the four corners of the ceiling, then his ears. She understood—microphones, no cameras.

“Kneel, slave,” he said, his voice cold, but he shook his head again, letting her know she didn’t have to. And then he approached her and pulled her into a silent hug. The fragile hold on her emotions broke. She fell into his embrace, sobbing silently. But she only let herself collapse for a moment before she straightened. Even here, it wasn’t safe to let go. She had a part to play, whether she liked it or not.

He gave her a squeeze before pulling away, and with his thumb, he wiped her tears. She gave him a small smile.

He looked at her, and then at Master 2. “Why is this slave in my office?”

“Master 3 fucked her without a condom and came inside her.”

Dan’s teeth ground. “Goddammit! I know he’s clean; he just got tested. But that implant doesn’t protect her for another week! If she gets pregnant, she’s worthless to us, and DeLeo will consider her damaged goods.”

With a shake of his head, he walked over to a drawer and pulled out a bottle. He tapped out a pill, walked over to the bar and drew a glass of water, and came back over to Laura.

He stared at the pill and then up at her, and then handed it to her. She recognized it as the first of two abortion pills. The risk of pregnancy while she was here hadn’t been foremost in her mind until now, but this pill was clear evidence that the risk was very real. She wanted to think about this decision before she did something that was irreversible. She wanted to think about the risks and the possibilities. Her eyes teared up at what it might mean to have a child, something she’d wanted for years. It was a longing that had hit her hard every time she placed a newborn baby in the arms of its mother.

But this was not the time, and Master 3 certainly wasn’t the right man. There was no need to think too much about this decision. She tossed the pill in her mouth and drank the water. She held out the glass to Dan, but instead of taking it from her, he covered her hand with his and drew her in again. He wrapped his arms around her tight. She didn’t cry, but she started shaking like a leaf, and his embrace grew tighter as her knees became weak.

“Laura,” his voice was so silent in her ear it almost didn’t exist, “I swear to you I will kill him. Do you hear me?”

She gave a tiny nod. He took a deep breath and let her go, but still held her hand.

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