Page 5 of Fear and Desire

She stared at him, unwilling to answer his question. He slapped her face, whipping it to the side, and her head exploded with fresh pain.

“Do you have any health problems or allergies?” he repeated with impatience. “The last girl who didn’t tell me wound up dead because we didn’t know something.”

Last girl?

Dead?

She shook her head frantically.

“Any medications?”

She shook her head again.

He looked over at Master 5, who nodded. The recording camera beeped. Master 3 produced a pair of scissors with blunt ends, and he sliced up the middle of her pink scrub shirt and right through the center of her bra. He spread the fabric wide and nodded.

“Nice.” He ran a hand across her nipples.

She grunted in surprise. “No, stop!” He ignored her as he continued cutting, until the shirt and bra were nothing more than pink and tan shreds he yanked away from her body and tossed to the floor. He leaned down and sliced her pants legs from the bottom up, catching her underwear as he went, and with another yank, the last shreds of her clothing fell away. She was chanting a continuous litany of “please stop, please stop, please stop” with her eyes closed, though the logical part of her brain told her he would not stop, and this was just the beginning of things she couldn’t imagine.

A sharp pain in her nipple made her eyes and mouth fly open at the same time. In an instant, he shoved something between her teeth, and she tasted the bare metal of a ring gag, something she’d seen before but had no desire to experience. He fastened it behind her head and she strained to dislodge it from between her teeth, but it held fast.

He turned to the camera and started talking.

“Good evening, sir. This is subject 184. Her name is Laura. She was a nurse. She is 150lbs, healthy, and taken just a few hours ago.”

He turned to her. “We’ll start the exam now.”

He ran his hands over her body. She keened a low cry as he stroked and teased her nipples, tugging on one and then the other. He pinched them until she yelped in pain. Master 5 moved the camera around the room, capturing everything from different angles.

Her heart sank as Master 3 put on a pair of gloves. He put his hand between her legs as the camera jockeyed to get the best angle and slipped his fingers between her folds. She screeched and writhed, but only succeeded in flinging drool off her chin and down her stomach. He pulled her labia apart, and the camera zoomed in for a closer look.

“Very convenient that she’s already shaved.”

Without warning, he shoved two fingers up inside, all the way to his knuckle. She screamed in pain, her body going up on tiptoes as high as possible, but his hand just followed her movement up and allowed no relief. His fingers wiggled around inside.

“Moderately tight.”

She squealed again as the same fingers sought and breached her back entrance. This time it was a burning that she fought to expel but couldn’t. Fear gave way to anger at the violations and she screamed indecipherable hate at him.

Master 3 made no reaction except to stand back out of the way of the camera with his arms crossed while she raged. Eventually her screams turned back to quiet crying. She had gained nothing except chafed wrists and a sore throat. She closed her eyes and hung her head, her breath coming in quiet, jerky sobs.

A buzzing noise pulled her attention back up.She shook her head frantically as he placed a vibrator between her legs. The shock of it made her arch up onto her toes again, but like his fingers, the device followed her up. She was helpless to escape the vibrations centered directly on her clit. She’d never been so out of control in her life as her body responded to the sensation she didn’t want and would do anything to get away from. Wave after wave of unwanted pleasure rose until she exploded, shaking, moaning, and crying all at once.

The vibrations ceased and she hung limp, her mind overloaded. She was dimly aware of being unhooked from the wall and pulled over to a long wooden device that looked like a padded saw horse. They pushed her over and restrained her hands far down in front, then spread and secured her legs. Her head hung down, the drool from her open mouth now trailing in a long string almost to the floor.

He grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. Though he spoke to the camera, he looked straight at her. “Finally, we’re going to punish her for kicking my cameraman in the balls just before we got started.”

She struggled again as she begged him not to with her mangled voice.Instead, the sick bastard smiled. “Six cane strokes should remind her not to fight us, at least for a while.” He dropped her head and disappeared behind her.

A moment later, a searing pain unlike any she’d ever felt before landed on her butt. She threw up her head and screamed. A second one landed just below it, and then a third. She struggled frantically. A fourth one landed on her upper thighs, and then a fifth landed at an angle across the other four. She was still screaming when a sixth and final one landed at the opposite angle. She sagged in her bonds, unable to fight any longer, desperately hoping her torture was over.

Anything else he said was a blur as he released her from the sawhorse. He pried the ring gag out of her mouth, but did not try to wipe up the spit that had run down her front. Two hands grabbed her arms, and they dragged her out of the room and down a hall, stopping in front of a large barred cell. When she saw the dozen other naked women looking out at her, she panicked again. She pulled back, kicking and clawing, desperate to flee before they put her in there. Instead, they pushed her forward through the open door, and she landed in a heap on the tile.

Master 3 followed her in. He grabbed her hair and turned her face up. “Claire will explain the rules. We’re going to train you, and when we’re done, we’re going to sell you for a lot of money. You won’t be going home ever again.” He let go of her hair. She stared at him in horror as he unlocked the chain from the collar of another woman. “I’ll be back in an hour to lock you both up.”

He walked out of the cell. As the door slammed, she launched herself at it, pulling and crying frantically, but it remained firmly shut, and Master 3 disappeared down the hall.

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