Page 42 of Fear and Desire

“Yes, Master!”

“That’s right. And is iteveracceptable for aslavetocursea master?” He smacked her skin in rhythm with his sentence.

“No! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”

“Much better. Now I’m going to spank you, very hard, because you’re DeLeo’s slave and he expects your behavior to be perfect. And it’s definitely not.”

“No! Don’t, please, I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. And you’ll do it silently, just like we’ve practiced. Or I’ll gag you. And I think you’ve had enough of that for one day.”

He set about giving her one of the hardest spankings he’d ever administered in this place. As incredibly difficult and unfair as it was, she had to play her part perfectly, and anything she did that even whispered that she wasn’t truly afraid of him or Dan had to be erased fast and thoroughly. Their lives depended upon it. In this place, theonlyway to do that was painful punishment.

Somehow, she managed to keep quiet except for the occasional gasp in, or breathy exclamation out. He was impressed.

But he’d left Dan by himself. He needed to finish and get back, and she hadn’t quite learned her lesson yet. He let go of her wrists go and helped her slide down to the floor where she knelt quietly with her eyes cast down.

“Stay on your knees. Lean your body across the bed and hold on to the frame on the other side. Donotlet go or I’ll start over.” He unbuckled his belt and drew it out of the loops. Her eyes widened in fear and a small whimper escaped, but she obeyed. The bed was narrow, and it was no problem to reach over to the other side. She grabbed the metal bar so hard her knuckles turned white.

He doubled the belt and pulled his arm back. She was only going to get five, but they were going to test her ability to obey. He swung forward.

The belt landed with acrack!and a red line appeared almost instantly. She screamed and reared up, her hands flying back to soothe the punished skin. She glanced at him, then bent back over the bed.

“I’m sorry, Master. Please start over.” Her voice was small and contrite.

He nodded. “Starting over.” The belt landed again with the samecrack!but this time she held tight and only let out a forced breath. He repeated the punishing blow four more times, leaving six bright red stripes from the middle of her soft reddened mounds to halfway down her thighs, and she managed to do no more than whimper.

He re-threaded the belt into his pants. “I want you to count to 100 slowly, and then you may get up.”

“Yes, sir. Th–thank you, sir.” The last was said in a whisper but it made him smile. He clanged the cage door shut and walked back to the office.

Dan:

Dan followed the entire scene on the cameras with his cup of coffee clutched in his hands like a lifeline. He hoped DeLeo hadn’t been listening when he’d blurted out his confession to Josh a few minutes before. Wherever DeLeo was, it was the middle of the night, so the odds were on their side, but he cursed his carelessness anyway.

Now, as he watched Josh punish Laura, it was clear this wasn’t an act for the cameras. It was a Dom punishing a disrespectful sub. And it wasn’t Josh’s actions that surprised him. It was Laura’s. Josh had pushed her hard and Dan half expected she would explode in anger, but she’d quickly turned remorseful, and then submissive. She’d obeyed Josh, apologized for moving, and asked for the punishment to start over, and then she’dthankedhim. And he was pretty sure none of it was faked.

His cock twitched in agreement. Damn thing. It complicated all of this. What he was doing with these women, all unwilling and terrified, hadneveraroused him.Ever. Until Laura.

What he was doing withhermade him stare at the ceiling at night. With the memories of the day racing through his mind, he’d stare at the ceiling, fighting his urges. Eventually, he would give in and masturbate until he spilled his seed all over his hand.

He’d been unusually harsh with her today, and he had to admit that it might have been because he didn’t know why he was so confused. After he’d finally turned the machine off, he carried her back to the cell and dumped her on the bed, then tossed a bottle of water in her direction. She’d been on the machine for almost six hours.

Oh, god, he was a first-class bastard, he was.

When he’d gotten back to his office, he didn’t even bother going in to the attached bedroom. He sat down in his desk chair and pulled out his stiff cock. It took less than a minute for the memory of her struggles against the invading dildo in her mouth to make him cry out loud and come all over his pants. If DeLeo had been listening, he was probably chuckling with glee.

And once Dan had spent, and his rut had fled, he’d taken a good look in the mirror. He hadn’t liked the person who’d looked back, which was what led to the previously full bottle of scotch, now half empty, sitting on the floor next to his dead-drunk and pitiful ass.

When Josh returned to his office, he slammed the door and strode over to the desk. He pulled out a thumb drive from his pocket and inserted it into the USB port of Dan’s computer. He clicked the mouse a few times, and the audio that DeLeo received for the next hour would reveal nothing more than the hum of the air conditioner. It was a backup that they’d never used before because it was risky.

“What the fuck happened?”

Dan put his head in his hands. “I don’t know, man. I put her on that machine, and watching her struggle on it was the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen. I lost my mind. I kept her on it way too long, I pushed her too hard, I made her gag over and over and damn if that itself didn’t almost make me come in my pants. I told her I had the right to decide if she breathed—or not.”

Josh fiddled with the computer and pulled up the recording of Laura and the machine. He watched without comment.

Dan turned his back, not able to re-live it. “I’ve screwed up the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m no different from the people we’re trying to lock up.”

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