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ripped it
    open with one jerk, his gaze crawling
    over her breasts,
    quivering in the demi-cups. “Nice
    tits. They’l like that. Want
    to clamp those babies, make them
    black and blue.” He put
    his hands on them, squeezing them as
    if they were market
    produce, in an efficient, functional
    manner, then worked his
    hands down her body, over her hips,
    bringing one large
    hand up between her legs. “Spread
    them,” he barked. “This
    cunt is up for grabs tonight. You keep
    these legs open for
    any Master who wants to feel.”
    He spun her then, ran his hands over
    her ass. Her heart
    was rabbiting in her throat, but she
    couldn’t stop him. She
    didn’t know how to say no. Which
    was exactly what she’d
    feared, right? She’d wanted to bring
    this into her life so
    badly, she would take even this in
    silence, for the hope that
    something better, something more
    “right”, was behind that
    door. She yelped as he snagged the
    upswept twist she’d
    done with her hair and dragged her
    by it toward the door.
    “When we walk in, you get on your
    knees, in line with the
    others. You’re late. You must not
    have gotten the latest from
    Mistress Natasha about the time
    change. They’re about to
    assign the meat for the night. You
    almost missed your
    chance.”
    There was no time to stammer out a
    reply or question.
    She was thrust into gloom. Sweat and
    alcohol permeated
    the atmosphere, as wel as a dank
    underside, perhaps from
    a past flooding that had gotten into
    the carpet, seeping
    under the cheap metal wal s. She had
    a brief impression of
    a narrow stage, where a naked girl
    was suspended by her
    wrists. She cried out as she was
    tapped by what appeared
    to be a cattle prod. Sparks flew from
    it, and there was a
    fresh brand on her flank, the skin red
    around it and the
    brazier stil set up with ominous intent
    in the corner. A
    Master fucked her with a large
    vibrator. The girl was crying,
    yet shuddering with what appeared to
    be an impending
    climax.
    “Knees,” her keeper barked, shoving
    Rachel down so
    she not only landed on her knees but
    fel forward. Before
    she could rise, a foot was on her
    neck. At close range, the
    vile-smel ing carpet added a
    combination of cigarette
    smoke and other unthinkable bodily
    functions.
    “You’l obey instantly, slave, or you’l
    be up on that stage
    next.” A new voice, deep and gravel
    y, issued that terrifying
    prediction. It was underscored by the
    icy tril of a woman’s
    cruel laughter.
    “This one’s new. Turn her over and
    let’s see what we’ve
    got.”
    She was rol ed over by rough hands
    and pul ed to her
    feet. Her hair had fal en out of the
    polished sticks she’d
    used to make the style appealing,
    exotic. But now it was
    disheveled, a rat’s nest fal ing around
    her shoulders and in
    her eyes. Tears she couldn’t stop
    were probably making
    her mascara run. With her blouse torn
    open, she probably
    looked like an attempted rape. Even
    as she recognized
    that seemed like the preferred dress
    code, her chaotic
    needs ignored it, kept clawing at her,
    making her helpless.
    “Nice.” The gravel y voice belonged
    to a man dressed in
    only a body harness. His cock was
    cinched tight in a leather
    and silver sleeve. Even semi-erect,
    the organ seemed thick
    as her forearm, and just as long. “It’l
    be my pleasure to
    break this one in for you, Mistress
    Natasha.”
    The woman standing next to him was
    clad in latex. She
    had fire-red lips and kohl-rimmed
    eyes, and fingered a
    whip coiled around her waist. “Give
    her a good ass fucking
    for me, Milo. I want to hear her
    scream when you’re deep in
    her hole, then we’l put her on the
    flogging post and I’l make
    that lily white skin red as a split
    strawberry.”
    “No…” She was breathing fast.
    Hands came out of the
    darkness, holding her arms, pul ing at
    her clothes. “No, I
    don’t want…I need to go, I—”
    An explosion of pain and her head
    snapped back on her
    neck. She