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    She hadn't known how much effort it would take to endure the punishment. She could handle pain fairly easily, if he delivered it with a little artful finesse – something her master was quite skilled at doing. She could feel her dark arousal kick in as soon as he began, but her arousal was quickly swept aside as the cuts came on fast, one right after the other with no way for her to catch her breath. Pinned to the wall by his command, she writhed frantically, crying out in pain. "No, please, please, Alain stop!" she screamed, but he refused. At some point he must have eased off, if just briefly, because that dark arousal quietly crept back. Her pussy began to feel a surge of desire, and soon after, that other side of pain engaged. Her endorphins closed in and the purest of pleasures started to make her crave that next wicked snap against her flesh.

    "Ohhhhhmygaawwwwwwwww…." Her eyes were starting to close.

    "Look at me!" he barked angrily.

    Her eyes shot open, while he reached out to her with evil intent.

    Something new happened as that evil skirted like a playful nymph about her body.
Come
for me more. Take me. Consume me. Drive me down. The messages in her brain couldn't have been more
clear.
If she could have spoken, this was what she would have said. But her thoughts fled, words disappeared; it became just Alain and Meri and the bloody whip making marks that would take days to heal.

    Suddenly, he was on her, pressing his fingers into her dripping pussy.

    Coming. She began to come and couldn't stop. Endless. Reckless. Thrashing back and forth, eternally grateful for her master. For Alain. For Captain Danvers. Her husband to be. All this was possible. Isn't that what he said?

    That she could love him even when he was so diabolically cruel, that was what he needed to know.

    "On your knees, slut." He'd never called her slut and the word burned her ears. He pushed her to the hard concrete, and she dove into his throbbing cock. Pulling down the zipper, taking it lovingly in her hand, she laved it with her tongue and mouth. One hand pressed deeper between his thighs, rolling his testes over her palm, while she jacked his rod and circled the head with her tongue.

    She wanted him in her ass. Why now? It made no sense, except that she wanted him taking her to that unknown place they'd only toyed with before. Having no way to communicate her desire, she continued the artful blowjob, while her ass reflexively ground against the back of her heels. She could come like this while making him climax.

    A sudden move and her face was ripped away from his organ. She was on her feet, being shoved toward the back of a broken-down chair. He silently parted her legs and opened her cleft, drawing the juices from her pussy to lubricate her ass. Suddenly. Swiftly… his cock was stuffed inside the untried place. She gasped, breathless, while lightning bolts of pain ripped through her body. She saw stars, and an enormous sky at the front of her mind. He held her ass cheeks lifting her off the back of the chair and drawing her bottom into his groin.

    His hands. His powerful, loving hands did what his voice and eyes and demeanor could not. By caressing her flesh with such passion as he fucked her ass, they melted away the terrifying fear. She let go, coming again as he began to climax inside her, as thrust after thrust drove her body to the edges of itself. She couldn't even hear her cries or his groaning orgasm. Her body rushed with life and longing and wonder like it had not felt at any time with any man.

    The next thing she knew, he was cradling her closely, as though he were holding on to her for dear life. She was holding him as tightly.

He brushed her sweaty hair from her brow, asking the only question that mattered now.
"Is it going to work, Meri?"
"Oh, my will it ever. You scared me so."
"I intended to."
"And I didn't fail you, did I?"
"No, Meri, you did not."

***

Meredith had no idea that he had a big Jacuzzi tub in the master bedroom. She hadn't been allowed there, even when she had cleaned his house.

    Was he really saving that for a big surprise? Once they emerged from the basement, there were candles, wine and a long bath waiting. She washed the sweat from his body and he did the same for her, then they snuggled in until they nearly drowned in the warm, soapy water.

    "I know that you want to be loved, Meri. I'll do my best to do that. I'm not young like you. I suppose the role of father figure and dominant lover seems natural to our relationship, but I'd like to see if there could be more." He pulled her away so he could see her face. "I want you to be yourself. I want you to do the things you love to do. You have stories to write for me and pictures to paint…"

    "And I'll do all that, I promise. You can be sure I want to be with you. I just can't believe…" she was ready to rattle on.

    "Shush." He kissed her lips with a tenderness that was new to him. How had this silly girl done it? She'd brought out his mean sadistic streak and the need to dominate, and the power to love in a way he'd never loved. She was obviously much more powerful a woman than any one would expect of the young, easily rattled, sometimes bumbling, but always beautiful Meredith Shaw. She was his now, as close as any woman had ever been to him. The very idea was as chilling as it was terrifying.

    "Are you okay, Alain?" she ventured quietly, just a little worried by his suddenly grim expression.

    "Yes, I'm okay," he nodded. "But I'll be even more okay if we get out of this bath and into bed. I'm getting cold."

    He pulled himself from the water, while the smiling Meredith grabbed for a towel. Then the two hit the sheets nearly simultaneously. They remained locked in a firm embrace for the better part of the long night.

    Within a month, they'd be husband and wife.

S
CENE
T
WENTY
-O
NE

The pickup jostled over the dirt road, getting stuck every few hours, so they'd stop and drink sodas and eat sandwiches, waiting for a few spare hands to rescue them. They headed west, to big vistas. Worked a little from time to time, because they wanted more to do than just riding around in the old pickup. But just as soon as they got tired of hauling wood for food, or bussing tables in a diner, they moved on out again. Not that they really needed the money; they just needed to be useful. Every few weeks, just before they hit the road again, Kat sent postcards to Loren and Liddy Proctor. She didn't want them following her, but she let them know that she was safe.

    She was wearing funky clothes again: short skirts and flimsy dresses, tights, hats and combat boots – all stuff that Perry seemed to like. He kept it simple, dressing in little but his boots, jeans, and white t-shirts – must have had a dozen of those in the back of the truck. They listened to Dylan, the Stones, Jewel and Cheryl Crow. Maybe a little Bob Marley and Dave Matthews while they watched the sun set over the mountains. All tapes Perry had picked up over the years. When one got stuck in the ancient player, they'd toss it out the window and move on to another. When they needed a change, they tried picking up the top 40s on the radio, although sometimes all they could find was a lot of old time country twang.

    Kat wore just the shackles now, no chains, since they were pretty difficult to explain to common people. It wasn't their plan to stir up any hornet's nest. Although if Perry was really in a mood, he'd chain her, just like old times, and make her walk into a diner looking like his prisoner.

    Kat could leave anytime. She understood that. But after six months, there weren't any plans in her head for leaving Perry. When he would beat her hard and used her even harder, she didn't plan to run. Even when he tossed her in the dog cage that sat in the truck bed, she didn't complain. He needed her there a while, made him a little more sane, he'd tell her.

    He got what he wanted – a woman to beat, to mess with and to screw. A woman who could take it hard and hot and heavy when his sadistic need came out to play. He also had the pillow talk and making love and the gift of her feisty spirit to challenge his ruthless streak.

    For Kat Bloom – she got the adventure of a lifetime, and the chance to be a sadist's slave.

    "You know, I'm thinking of changing my name again," Kat announced to him one afternoon, as the hot Arizona sun beat down on her from the open window. "That is if you don't mind?"

    "Again?" he asked.

    "If Prince can, why can't I?"

    "Sure. Why not? Doesn't bother me. I call you
doll
and you come running, that's not gonna change. So what's it this time?"

    "Marian… as in Maid Marian. It sounds much more romantic than Kat and it fits my current mood."

    He looked at her a little flummoxed and shrugged. "Whatever gets you off, doll."

    Another twenty miles down the road, she spoke again. "How about Marian Livingston?"

    Perry visibly flinched and he suddenly jerked the truck to the side of the road and stopped, leering at her with one fixed eye. "If you think I'm going to marry you…"

"Who said anything about getting married?" she snapped. "I just like the name."

    He gave her another long, studious look, then shrugged again and gunned the engine, heading back down the road. "Just as long as you don't go getting uppity, or expecting something you're not gonna get from me. I'll set you straight in a heart-beat, then keep you in chains 24/7 whether you like it or not."

    She chilled to the sound of is cold threat and then smiled to herself. Staring out the window at the pink and orange and purple mountains, she didn't believe that she could be any happier. "Or I could go with Marian Bloom," she chimed in after another few minutes. "That has a nice ring, too."

    "Hey, whatever you want to call yourself, doll, it's okay with me," Perry kept on driving. "But Livingston's fine with me."

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Master For A Desperate Slave
Poor Little Rich Slut
The Humiliation of Hannah
The Scandalous Demise of Lily Lake
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