The young slave never got used to the punishments her Master assigned her. Partly because he always varied the methods by which he chose to reprimand her, and partly because they felt so damn good. Even when her ass was stinging from an extended flogging, or her tits were bound up so tight they were bright red, the pain was still laced with lust and a sadistic level of joy.
‘Now listen here, you cocky little fucker, it’s about time you realised I’m not some sissy little bitch you can cheat on without any consequences, you got that?’ ‘Yes,’ he whimpered, tears coursing down his cheeks. The pain had worn off by now, but it was the humiliation that had really sparked his crying. Her hand snaked around his throat sharply, the grip of her dainty fingers choking the air
The sleek car pulled away, leaving the woman alone on the concrete. The large warehouse rose up before her, imposing, a towering structure of brick and metal. The exterior walls were decorated with thick swathes of graffiti and in places they had fallen in completely. She looked an alien sight in the old warehouse district, her crisp business attire juxtaposing the dusty, forgotten place. Smoothing down a ruffle in her
