Page 44 of Fear and Desire

“Now you’re going to practice on me. I’m going to hold you on my dick as long as I want to, and you won’t fight me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” A shiver raced up her spine, part fear and part thrill.

“Tomorrow, Mr. DeLeo will watch on the cameras. You’ll give a blowjob to each master, and you’ll swallow his cum as well.”

She looked up at him in distress.Every master?

“Do you have a problem with a direct order, slave?” The mask was back.

She returned her gaze to the floor. “No, Master.”Yes!Master 3 would do everything possible to make her fail.

Giving Dan a satisfactory blow-job was harder than she’d expected after all the practicing. Time after time, she took his rock-hard cock into her mouth and sank down the length of it, surprised every time that she could go down that far. But once she got down there, she struggled to swallow. Even worse, he kept his hands on her head and he pressed her tight against his balls. She tried to keep her hands at her sides, but when she got desperate, she couldn’t stop herself from pushing on his legs and trying desperately to pull herself off. The fourth or fifth time, her hands went up higher in her struggles and she accidentally dug her fingernails into his balls. With an oath, he shoved her off to the floor.

“I’m sorry, Master! I didn’t mean to!”

He didn’t reply; instead, he unbuckled his belt and yanked it out of the loops. She cowered back on the floor, her hands covering her head. Nothing happened. After a moment, she peeked out. His eyes were closed, and he was taking deep breaths. The belt hung loosely from his hand.

The stress of the last few days hadn’t been easy on him, either.

Silence dragged on while they both struggled. Finally, she came to a decision.

“Master, if you use the belt to whip me, I’m sure I’ll remember not to do that again.”

He opened his eyes and studied her. Finally, he nodded. “Yes. I think you’re right.”

She turned over on her hands and knees and put her face to the floor. The pain of her punishment from the day before yesterday still echoed across the taut skin of her buttocks. She braced herself. When the stroke came, she howled but remained in place, her body shaking as she dealt with the pain.

“Try again.”

She knelt up and turned to face him. His cock was rigid. All of this was turning him on, and he was having trouble dealing with his arousal. Neither of them had any idea what was really going on with the other. She couldn’t tell him of her self-discoveries, nor could she truly reassure him of her love and understanding of his struggles.

“It’s okay,” she whispered before she took him into her mouth again. That was all she could really say, but this time, when his hands wound around her hair, his thumbs stroked her forehead. She relaxed, and swallowed over and over until she was seeing stars. Her hands never left her sides. At last he stiffened and let out a strangled cry, and his cock spilled its seed into the back of her throat. She gulped it down, pulling cry after cry from him, until his knees sagged. His limp cock slipped out of her mouth, and as she caught her breath, he cradled her head against his pants.

Hecarriedherbackto the empty cell, but this time, instead of dumping her on the bed, he set her down on shaky feet in the shower. To her surprise, he stripped off his clothes, turned on the warm water, stood behind her to massage her sore muscles from head to toe, until she was jelly. She relaxed back into the strength of his arms, feeling the soft tickle of his chest hair on her back and the warmth of his breath on her cheek.

Just before the water turned off, he leaned in close to her ear. “I am so proud of you.” Then he turned off the water, dried her, and led her out to the beds.

Thecamerawason,DeLeo was watching, and the other five masters sat in chairs in a line in front of her. She’d found a corner of acceptance in her mind, and was kneeling quietly while she waited for the order to start. Dan had said DeLeo probably enjoyed a little struggle, so she didn’t worry about being perfect.

“Let’s start.” Dan addressed the camera. “This slave has been working very hard. I think you’ll like the results, and I know you’ll like how it feels when she finally performs for you, sir.”

He turned to Laura. “I believe we should give the honor of going first to Master 3.”

She stared at him, not expecting that the worst would be first. At least it would get easier from there.

“Yes, Master,” she acknowledged. She shuffled over. The arrogant prick sat back in his chair, making no move to help her. She reached up to unbuckle his belt, shuddering internally at touching the strip of leather that had been used to beat her so often. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his limp cock. Not only did he not have any underwear on, but he didn’t smell particularly fresh. She made a face without meaning to, and he noticed.

“How dare you!” He slapped her face hard enough that her ears rang. “Get your mouth on my dick and get it hard, bitch!”

She balled her fists at her sides and opened her mouth, anticipating he would grab her and pull her forward. He didn’t disappoint. She willed herself to relax as his cock thrust deep. She even managed to swallow around his thickness, and was rewarded with a groan. He showed no intention of letting her up, though. She swallowed again, and again, now feeling more desperate. At least when she couldn’t breathe she couldn’t smell him, and she was grateful for that small favor.

Dan’s angry voice cut through her distress, and suddenly Master 3 pushed her off. She gulped air quickly, but the reprieve was short. He yanked her back on, and this time he pushed and pulled, his hands twined tightly in her hair. It was almost like being back on the blowjob machine. He wasn’t interested in letting her initiate any sucking or licking; he clearly wanted to fuck her throat. She concentrated on relaxing, breathing when she could, and pretending she was someplace else. Eventually, he pulled her hard onto his dick as he shouted and came into the back of her throat. He kept her there long past the point where he had to. His dick got softer, but it still blocked her breathing, and yet he refused to let her go. She lost her control and raised her hands up to shove him away, but his strength was so much greater than hers. Voices raised an alarm as the room slipped away…

Suddenly, she had air. She lay on her back, cradled in Dan’s arms, coughing and sputtering. Masters 2 and 4 were holding Master 3 back. He was beet red and struggling to get free. Dan helped her sit up, then stood and moved nose to nose with the belligerent man.

“Get. The fuck. Out of here.” His voice was quiet and scary. “If Mr. DeLeo wants to suffocate his slave, that’s his prerogative. But right now, you keep your fucking hands off her.”

They faced each other while everyone in the room waited in silence. Then Master 3 shrugged off the arms holding him and stalked out.

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