The Maze by Breanna Hayse Read Free Book Online

knew she had no chance to beat him with strength and he had blocked the exit.  He noticed that she eyed Lina’s sword, which was still tucked into his waistband.  He grinned before jamming it high into the wall above her reach.
    “You son of a bitch,” she hissed, crouching. 
    Traisk grinned, remaining relaxed as he watched her moves. “Could be.  I never knew my mother.  Let me know when you are ready to calm down and talk. I’m tired and am seriously ready for a nap.”
    “I am not talking to you,” Suri growled before leaping between his legs and forcing him to crack a knee on the hard stone.
    “Ok, now that hurt.  I’m bored and have more important things to do than mess with you. Hear me?” he demanded, c atching her hand before it broke his nose and twisting her right arm painfully behind her back.  He pushed his finger into a pressure point of her neck, paralyzing her. She spit in his face.
    “PUT ME DOWN!” Suri ordered, struggling to escape his grip as he carried her upside down by her feet and reached for the long dagger buried in the ceiling .  Her teeth sunk deep into his leg and Traisk growled.
    “That was NOT very nice.  First you spit on me, which is very unl a dylike, and then you bite me? ” Tsking, Traisk found himself sitting for the second time that day, and pulling another Trained One across his trunk like thighs.
    “You don’t need these right now, young lady.”  He tore her leather leggings from her body, leaving her bare from the waist down.  She was too thin for his tastes; he liked curvier, womanly shapes.  But, a bottom was still a bottom.  And this one was going to be quite red and sore in a very short time. “I promise that, once I’m done, you will show more decorum to the one who holds your life in his hands!”
    “LET ME GO!!”
 
    The crowd hailed the Strong Man as Traisk’s hand fell loudly and repeatedly across the woman’s firm, slender bottom.
 
    Traisk suspected that spanking was not a usual event witnessed in the Maze, which made it more enjoyable for the spectators.  He had a plan—a devious and conniving one at that—but then, that was how he was taught.  He prayed that it would work against those who trained him to be this way.
    Suri screamed and struggled, unaccustomed to such an intimate form of punishment.  It was almost invasive, the way he held her against his bare thighs, her naked stomach and pubic area grinding into him while she attempted to escape.
    Once again his rough hand, callused from a lifetime of wielding a weighty blade, focused its attention onto a young, impressionable, and wiggling bare bottom.  He found himself comparing the way her flesh moved under his blows, enjoying it less than he did when he punished Lina.  He also was not quite getting the response he was aiming for.  He desired some sort of submission or, at least, a show of tears.  He picked up the cinquedea, eyeing its wide, flat blade.
    Without hesitation, he smacked the smooth cold metal harshly across the crown of her buttocks.  Suri screamed out, the pain penetrating deeply.  A purple bruise was already forming.  Traisk repeated the process four more times, admiring the additional bruises that popped up on her backside. He then returned to using his p alm, knowing that her bottom had been sufficiently tenderized to help her attitude.
    “I’m sorry I bit you!” Suri wailed, ashamed at her inability to either ignore or escape the pain in her bottom.
    “You will calm down and obey me, woman.  If you want to live, you will listen and listen carefully,” he whispered, too low for the microphones to pick up. “If you don’t, we will have a repeat performance of my playing the flat of this blade against the round of your butt.  Got it?”
    Suri froze, mid-sob, as his continued hushed words immobilized her.  She nodded tearfully, knowing that sitting would not be an option anytime soon.  The pain he dealt out was so different than the type she had