Page 37 of Fear and Desire

“You’ll take the second pill tomorrow, and let Master 2 know if you have any side effects.”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice was soft and wobbly as she stared at the floor.

He pulled out his phone and to her surprise, typed a message on it and turned it to her.We’ll take care of Staci.

Thank you,she mouthed.He erased the message.

Laterthatevening,shewas sitting at attention on her bed, trying not to fall asleep, and trying not to think about what had happened this afternoon. She hated this time of the evening, when they practiced being still and motionless until they were ordered to ‘perform’ again, because she had nothing else to do but think about what was happening.

Every other woman here had been raped repeatedly, and she tried not to feel sorry for herself. To Dan’s credit, it had become much less common since he’d arrived, and the women had all heard his speech to the men about keeping them unspoiled for their new masters.

The door slid open and broke the silence. Master 1 and Master 2 stood outside.

“Staci!” Master 2 called out.

Visibly shaking, Staci rose from her bed and approached the door. As she passed through, Master 1 put his hand on her shoulder and guided her down the hall and out of sight.

Master 2 shut the door behind them. To the stares that were directed at him, he replied, “She’s been sold.”

Gasps and sobs broke out from the remaining women. Laura dropped her head and breathed a sigh of relief for Staci, and a prayer for the other women, who had just slid a little further down inside their well of fear.

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Laura:

ThoughDanhadn’tsaidanything more, Laura knew she was going to get rings in her nipples sometime soon. She studied the unmarked dusky circles, wondering what it would be like to have gold rings hanging from them. She’d seriously considered getting them pierced when she was in high school, but she was too young to do them. Since then, she’d just been busy with life.

How much would it hurt? She brushed one nipple with her fingers and inhaled quickly at the zing that shot out from the center. She grasped one firmly and rolled it between her fingers, getting a twist of desire low in her stomach in response. When she was younger, she hadn’t experienced much sensation from them, which had always disappointed her boyfriends as they groped at her unresponsive chest. In the last few years, though, something changed, and now there was an express line of electric current between her nipples and her pussy.

She rolled them harder, then pinched them with her fingernails. The rings would go rightthere—she dug her nails in on either side. It hurt, but along with the pain came a rush of warmth. It was a much different response than she experienced at the hands of the sadistic men all around her. Imagining Dan standing over her as she had them inserted compelled her to pinch even harder, and she stifled a groan. She certainly was learning some interesting things about herself.

She hoped they wouldn’t hurt too long after they went in. Pain had become a near-constant companion, and was slowly grinding her down. No matter what, it wouldn’t last any longer than the auction, now two weeks away, and she could get them removed the next day.

If she wanted to.

Nowthatwas an interesting thought.

‘Soon’endedupbeingthe next morning. After her grueling exercises were done, she emerged from the shower to find Dan waiting for her and looking more serious than usual. “Down the hall,” he ordered. “Last door.”

She opened the door, revealing the room where she’d woken up the night she was kidnapped. In the space of a heartbeat, she took in the sight of a reclined chair with restraints. Panic took over. She turned to flee but ran into the brick wall of Dan’s chest.

“Master, please, no, let me go, please–”

“Laura!” He slapped her face lightly. It was enough to bring her back to reality. “You will go back in there, and you will lie down on that chair.”

“Why?” she wailed.

“Because I am your Master and I told you to!” His deep blue eyes locked onto hers. She could almost hear the message—trust me—but she was so overwhelmed she couldn’t get reason to overcome her panic. She flailed in his arms, twisting to get loose, and during her struggle she gouged his forearm with her fingernails. Drops of blood gathered at the two red lines.

“Ow!” he hissed. Master 3 appeared, and the two of them dragged her to the chair, pinned her down flat, and secured her hands over her head. A strap fastened over her legs, her hips, and her ribcage below her breasts. Most frightening of all, though, was the strap that went over her forehead and limited her view to the ceiling tiles.

She was still pulling at the restraints when he bent over. “Laura,” he said in a firm but not unkind voice, “I need you to calm down so he can put the rings in carefully and they heal well.”I need you to calm down and trust me.The message was as clear as if he had said it out loud.

She slowed her ragged breathing and focused on Dan’s eyes until she relaxed. But the sound of a belt coming undone pulled her eyes to the side. Master 3 stood with the doubled strip of leather.

“No no no no no!” she cried, pulling in vain at her bonds.

“Stop.” Dan’s voice was iron. But it wasn’t directed at her. He was looking at Master 3.

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