Page 74 of Depravity

I tut, growing impatient already. “That’s not how this works. You don’t have to break the rules to be punished here.”

I take her arm, yanking it forcefully back and then I bring it down, bringing that nice little whip across the girl’s chest, across her tits. She hisses, her nipples turn hard and there’s a beautiful slash of red now.

“Why?” Brynn gasps. “Why do this?”

“Because…” I state, pulling her into my arms, holding her firmly so that her back is pressed against my chest and I have total control of her movements. I can feel how she’s trembling, but I can also feel how delicate, how soft her skin is. And those straps, those tight little straps criss crossing against her skin are such a tease. “In here, we are the Masters. We can do what we like. Act how we like, and nobody can do a thing to stop us.”

“But why would you want to hurt someone?” She replies.

I let out a snarl, grabbing her arm, forcing her to bring that whip back down again. This time it catches the girl’s face, catches her chin, leaving a livid bruise behind.

“Did you feel that?” I ask. “Did you feel how good it was?”

She shakes her head, and I lose what little patience I have left. I grab her hair, grab her ponytail and yank her head right back so her neck is at a near impossible angle.

“I know you enjoyed fucking me,” I growl in her ear. “I saw it in your face. You liked the dominance, you liked being in charge, meting out your anger.”

“I only liked it because it was you,” she spits back, “because you hurt me first. It felt only fair to get back at you.”

There it is. There’s finally an admittance of truth.

“Kill or be killed. Rule or be ruled. Those are the terms we live by, Brynn,” I state. “You either adjust to your new cage, or you’ll die in it.”

“I don’t want to,” She says. “I don’t want to become what you are.”

It’s too late for that, Doll, you’re already in far too fucking deep to go back now.

I haul her arm back up and this time, when I bring it down, I use my full strength.

Brynn screams, and it feels like we watch this moment in slow motion. Both of us caught. The leather lashes through the air, it strikes hard, and it not only slices through the slave’s face, but it gets her eye, and it splits it. It sends blood splattering.

The girl screams, howling, falling to her knees, covering her face.

And in my arms, my precious little wife all but collapses.

I let her fall. I let her crumple and I stare down at her, seeing all her weakness, all her feebleness. Her family did her a great injustice by bringing her up as they did, by allowing her to hold onto such childish notions. Sure, it makes her malleable but now I’m having to do all the hard work to fix it.

I pull the remote for the collar out of my pocket and switch the tiny little black bit of plastic across so that it’s now live. As I shift the button up, my beautiful wife starts screaming, clawing at her neck like she’s rabid.

Her body jerks, her tits are electrified, and she kicks out like she’s having a fit.

And then she stops. It all stops.

I hold it out, all but shoving it in her face.

“Did you think that collar was just to lead you around in?” I ask, scooping down to catch her face. “As pretty as you looked on all fours, I did have an ulterior motive,”

“Fuck you,” She whispers, glaring back at me and that defiance, that anger, it goes right to my cock.

I’m half tempted to pull it out, to make her choke on it before we continue, but that’s not the plan. That’s not how this sort of conditioning works. Besides, she hasn’t earned it yet, she hasn’t earned my cock.

I jerk my head for the girl to be taken away. Two of the guards I personally selected move quickly, following my orders. She’ll go down to the infirmary where they can see if her eye can be saved or not, though I doubt it.

As my gaze settles on the next slave, I curl my finger, beckoning them to me.

It’s a man this time. I don’t like the fact that he’s naked, that my wife can see his flesh, but maybe she’ll be less forgiving when it’s not her own sex she’s faced with. He stumbles as he comes to a stop and he falls to his knees, adopting that nice subservient pose we’ve instilled in them from the moment they arrived.

Brynn looks at him, then back at me, her eyes saying everything she’s feeling.

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