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Unable to stand it, I raised my head, begging, "Stop!

Please stop!"

His fingers never paused their torment, and instead he said, "Let's play a game. Repeat after me: This one loves her Master, heart and soul."

My shoulders shook as I dissolved into sobs of despair.

"This one loves her Master," he repeated, his voice seductively coaxing. "Heart and soul."

To my everlasting shame, I said it, though my voice broke and I sobbed on 'heart and soul.'

"Good girl." He stroked my hair, tipping my head back so he could watch my face as he other hand continued its relentless sexual assault. My legs had begun to shake, and I trembled under him. "Now say: Yes, Master. Hard please, Master."

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were a great spring wound tightly within me. And every time his nimble fingers made their rolling circle between my thighs, the spring became tighter still.

"And lastly, let me hear you say: If it pleases you, Master."

As my trembling voice softly whispered it back to him, Tane took up the second set of bands, strapping my legs together just above the knees. "The rules of our game are simple. I am going to ask you a series of questions, to which you will reply with one of the three answers I've already given you. You may use each line only once, so think carefully and be sure your answers are appropriate to the question or your punishment will be doubled with each incorrect answer." He combed my hair back from my face with his fingers, then tied it into a pony tail so he could see my woe-filled features.

"Whether you cooperate or not, this should be fun for me. So, let's begin with an easy question first: What does this female have to say to me?"

His fingers abruptly stopped their maddening caress.

Instead, they drew back to give that tormented little nub the gentlest of spanks, barely more than a pat, but my entire body jolted upon the pillows and I cried out raggedly, "This one loves her Master, heart and soul!"

He bent to kiss my nape, his soft, warm mouth caressing a languid, unhurried path to my ear. He palmed my groin, barely rubbing, easing me back from the edge of coming. I sobbed through gritted teeth, my body gaining a life all its own, rubbing and arching against him, desperate for completion. Only when my gyrations eased, did his fingers 96

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return to claim my clit and slowly he began to wind the spring again.

"I am torn," he admitted, watching as my eyes closed and my mouth fell open in a series of breathy moans. "I want both to fuck you and whip you as you deserve to be. Not that you don't need both, obviously, but I have been hard as a rock for days just thinking about sliding into your body. I used Caress last night so I could finally gain some sleep. Poor thing, I wore her out. She's been bow-legged all day. I'd love to do the same to you. Unfortunately, you did try to escape, and I can't exactly let that slide. It would do horrible things to our Lessers' sense of discipline. So what do you think: should I punish you for trying to run away?"

Just as I became fully wound again beneath him, he drew back his hand to gently spank between my legs once, then twice, my entire body convulsing with each wet, little smack.

I threw my head back against his shoulder, sobbing and moaning all at once.

Another hot tear slipped from my eye, but he saw it and bent to kiss it from my cheek. "Answer me, Red. Should I punish you for trying to run away?"

My jaw shook as though I were half frozen, stuttering my reply as my teeth chattered. "I-I-If it s-s-so p-pleases you, M-Master. Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease..." I arched back my hips, trying to ride upon suddenly uncooperative fingers.

"Ah," he smiled. "I definitely like you like this." I buried my face in my arms, groaning as, hot against my ear, he murmured, "Shall I give you a good, sound strapping to punish you for running away? Answer me, Infant."

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"Yes, Master," I wept. "H-hard p-please, Master."

"A female after my own heart," he said, and he once more caught the center of my being, throbbing and aching, beneath the tip of his fingers and began to circle it relentlessly. "You're very good at this game. You hardly missed a cue. Let's play again. Would you like to be fucked before I punish you?"

It was the cruelest thing he could ever have done, to make me want him so badly. I shouted, "Oh yes, please, Master!

Ooo-o! Please, Master! Oh God, hard please, Master!"

He tsked close to my ear. "You keep ad-libbing the answers, though it's not entirely displeasing to me. You have a seductive little bottom. I'd love to get at it again. But I'm sorely tempted to pop that little cherry between your legs and ride you so hard that you feel my pounding all the way up to your throat."

"Yes!" had become my mantra. I panted it breathlessly, rocking against him, hardly even hearing what he said.

"I am going to give you what you so desperately want."

The bed shifted under his weight as he moved to straddle my thighs. I both felt and heard as he unfastened the front of his pants and, when he bent over me to brace his strong arms to either side of my smaller shoulders, I felt the thick and solid length of him, settle hot in the crease of my bottom.

He leaned down to brush his lips across the curve of my throat, rising up to my ear. With a not so gentle tug, he bit the tender lobe, commanding without speaking, until I turned my head to receive his kiss.

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slipped between my thighs. He moved his hips, rubbing and stroking the length of it along my slit, and the feel of it there was nothing short of heaven. That hot, pulsating need sank from my clit all the way to my womb. I moaned constantly, begging without words for him to come inside me.

"You like that, do you?" He rolled my clit, wet and slippery and aching with my own arousal, between his fingers.

"Yes, Master! Oh, hard please, Master!" I hardly knew what I said. My whole body trembled and I moaned again. I bit the mattress sheet. "This one loves—oh! Loves her Master, heart and—and soooul! Oh!"

He laughed. "Yes, you definitely like this."

I turned my head when he bade me, opening to him without protest while his tongue thrust into my mouth in a sweet parody of mating. He chuckled low in his throat when I hesitantly tried to kiss him back.

He shifted and I felt the full heat of him, rampant and hard, slip between the lips of my sex. It lodged there, at the entrance of me and I could all but feel it throbbing against me. He was very thick, very large. He spread me open with his fingers to ease the way as he pushed the head of him into my yielding flesh. Even as wet as he had made me, the size of him in a place so tight and untried, made the progress slow and he had me biting back whimpers of discomfort and alarm.

"Relax, mischief-maker." He nipped at my shoulder and the side of my neck, soothing the marks his teeth left with gentle kisses. "You see the torment you caused poor Caress?

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desires a bath in blood." I whimpered, clutching the straps that bound my hands as he whispered, "Feel it pulsing inside you? My beautiful little mischief-maker, I do believe I am going to tear you apart."

He pushed hard, and I shouted my pain as he entered me.

For one horrible moment, it felt as though his words had been prophetic, that he'd split me in two. He withdrew an inch and immediately thrust again, sinking deeper, and then deeper still. On his third forceful lunge, I felt him butt painfully against my womb, impaling me to the fullest that I could be.

It hurt worse now, with my legs strapped together, than all the times that he had taken me as a man my first night here.

Allowing me no time to adjust to his intrusion, he pumped in and out with monstrous vigor. By his own admission, he said he desired my blood. And if so, then he must have been well contented, because I bled profusely upon that relentless shaft, unable to do more than grunt as my body was forced to accept him. No matter how I hunched and squirmed beneath him, I could not ease its battering.

He balanced his weight on one arm, wrapped the other tight around my waist and forced me to move with his rigorous thrusts. "My God you are so tight! This is a cunt to be savored!"

A master's sexual gratification is of paramount importance; my own had no priority of consideration, and I wish I could say that the pain of his intrusion rid me of the need for mine.

But it didn't happen that way. Rather than pull away from him, I lifted back my hips to meet his thrusts. The pain had changed. Though it still hurt, I felt it in a whole new aspect: 100

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one of intense pleasure. I threw back my head as he cupped my mound and his fingers found the aching nub they had abandoned there.

"Tip back your head," he commanded. "Let me see your face."

I obeyed, then gasped sharply. I clawed at the headboard, pulling at the straps that held me immobile while he turned my whole universe upside down. I climaxed hard, shuddering all around as I wept at this ultimate betrayal, wilting like a spent flower in my bonds.

"Yes, cry," he panted, and rose up onto his knees to take me in long, punishing strokes. "Cry for me."

He made the bed shake with the violence of his motions, and I could only wail a mixture of pleasure, pain and exertion as his fingers dug into my hips. Tane came with a roar. He yanked on my hips, impaling me as deep as he could go one last time before collapsing on top of me.

There was no greater relief than the feel of that monster sliding out of me for good. He rolled over on his back and left me lying with my hips raised upon that mound of pillows, wounded and throbbing in the aftermath.

"How long, I wonder," he panted, "before the beast within demands your suffering again." He rolled his head to look at me, but I turned my face away, I was so ashamed. "Already I want to have you brought to me again, tonight after Lights Out. You'll be tender, I'm sure. I could tie you on your back and watch you cry out as I savor the tightness of your beautiful cunt. I will suckle at your breasts, use my teeth on your clit. I will hurt you, and I will make you love it."

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I groaned, sobbing into my arms as he climbed over me and got out of bed. He stroked my back, an idle gesture that felt more like an assertion of possession than one meant to comfort.

He patted my hip, "Now, to take care of that other business."

Tane went back to the chest and brought out a well-oiled, black leather strap. It was a fearsome thing, four inches wide and very thick. It made a raspy sound as he dragged it over his palm, feeling the supple length.

"You've earned nine with this. I honestly can't remember the last time I personally dealt out such a minor punishment.

Hardly seems worth the effort. Still—" he measured the tail of the strap against the distance he stood away from me, "—you aren't a hardened female yet, so a mere nine might make a lasting impression."

Before I could protest, he raised his arm and, in a fury of motion, brought it cracking down full across the lower half of my raised buttocks. Pain lanced through me. I jolted up in my bonds, shouting and kicking against the mattress with both feet.

The second stroke over-lapped the first, cracking across my skin with ear-stunning impact and covering my entire bottom with a smarting, pink blush. I twisted onto my side as the strap wrapped around me yet again, exactly covering where the first had fallen. The end of it flicked the side of my hip. That hurt almost as much as all three blows combined.

"Don't twist your bottom away," Tane admonished calmly.

"Lie flat over the pillows and take your punishment properly.

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This is only nine little licks. You'll take a good many more before this day is over. Be brave, lie still and behave yourself."

My protest was a wild, frantic sob, which he ignored. The walls rang with the steady crack of leather and my own screams. My throat felt raw by the time all nine had fallen.

And when he did finally set the strap aside to unbuckle my thighs, he amused himself by watching me writhe and thrash in the bedding. I didn't care how I looked, the smart was laving through me in ever increasing waves that took a long time to fade. Especially on the tops of my thighs, where every second stroke had overlapped, catching me where the flesh was the most sensitive.

I wept the entire time he redressed me, unable to believe the hurt he had inflicted. A white pin was affixed to the front of my uniform, over my left breast. My Demerit. It said,

'Runaway.' When he summoned a guard to take me back to Deaton's skill room, a thick leather collar was fastened around my neck. The buckle was padlocked so I could not remove it and a leash clipped to the front.

"Take her to Master Deaton. If she fights your lead, a flick of your switch should make her cooperative again," Tane told the guard, though he looked at me when he said and I think he did so strictly for my benefit.

It was a terrible humiliation to be returned to the Pit on a leash. The barracks were full of Lessers gathered together, talking and laughing—laughing!—as they enjoyed a half hour break between skill sessions. As I was led to Deaton's room, all fell silent. They turned to watch me with blank, pitiless 103

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expressions. Two girls even backed away, as though the punishment I was about to receive might somehow be diverted onto them if I drew too close.

Master Deaton was waiting for me at his desk. During my absence, a pottery wheel, sculpting table, extra lights, shaping tools and bricks upon bricks of gray clay had been brought in and set up in front of his dais. Affixed to the bottom of my chair was a set of ankle stocks. There would be no more running from him.