Now Seth was one-upping her. Emotions and hearts were involved. There could be no winner. Resigned, she surrendered. This was her trial to bear. The man she had loved was more interested in issuing pain than pleasure. And maybe she deserved it for leaving him without giving a reason. Would he ever believe she had no choice? That she had left to save his reputation and avoid gossip? Would he ever believe that she never stopped loving him?
If this was the way it was going to be, so be it. She would give him the pound of flesh he demanded and then disappear from his life.
“…and to ensure that each of you know the parts you’re playing.” Did the man have no scruples at all? The game show host continued as if nothing had just occurred,
“Voyeur II is supplying you with your own training coaches. Tor Thorenson will assist Mr. Allen.”
A golden god entered the stage. His attire was a toga made of white Egyptian linen and a gold medallion and chain around his waist. Brown sandals with black straps wound around each powerful leg to mid-calf, where the strings of leather were tied. Additionally, he carried something that unraveled like a snake before Chastity’s feet. The six-foot whip he held slithered through the air and then snapped. The evil sound made her flinch. She grasped Seth’s arm and then released it just as fast.
Chastity Ambrose, what have you gotten yourself into ? As if an ex-fiancé’s rage wasn’t enough, Voyeur II had hired King Dong and his minions. Two men followed, each a replica of the first. Shoulder-length blond hair and artificially enhanced muscles, bulging in every possible place a man could bulge. The taller of the two men, the one 19
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with green eyes, Mr. Dong introduced simply as Master Shawn. The hazel-eyed devil with a scowl was Master Terrance.
Seth’s physique was natural, from his sinewy biceps and his artfully carved chest, to his tight, firm ass.
From the thunderous roar of the ladies in the audience, Chastity knew she was the only female not appreciating the new intricacies of the game. When the three mammoths surrounded her, she stood her ground. Their daunting scowls were meant to intimidate. Each slow, calculated step closed the distance between them, a quiet takeover of her personal space and her confidence. But she would not yield to the menacing bullies waiting for her to cower.
“Cast down your eyes, wench,” the one called Tor demanded. “You’re not worthy to look upon us.”
She winced, still refusing to divert her gaze. Fuck you was on her tongue, but before she could speak he grabbed her breast. He twisted the clamp and she dropped to her knees. White-hot pain imploded at her nipple and ripped through her body. She fought for air. Her stomach pitched. The sensation of rolling waves crashing against her insides made her drop further onto her cuffed hands.
Fuck , but her nipples hurt. At the pace she was going, she’d be listed in the Feats Book of Records for the most titty-twisters in one day.
Jaws clenched, she pondered what she might do to the man when she caught him asleep. Maybe a phazer-gun to the backside of his balls would put him in a more cooperative mood. The thought was interrupted when he grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her to her feet.
“Low-planet son of a bitch !” Dangling in the air, Chastity attempted to regain her footing, while remaining as still as possible to avoid ripping out any more of her hair. If he didn’t release his hold soon she’d have a bald spot as big as an orange. When she was placed firmly on her feet, punishment came swiftly. Two stinging slaps to each bare ass cheek. She could feel the outlines of his large palms marking her skin. When he smoothed his hand across her burning ass she wanted to strike out. Mouth agape, preparing to issue a string of expletives, she paused. This was intergalactic cinema. If she fought back she would simply feed the frenzy that had already taken hold of the
If this was the way it was going to be, so be it. She would give him the pound of flesh he demanded and then disappear from his life.
“…and to ensure that each of you know the parts you’re playing.” Did the man have no scruples at all? The game show host continued as if nothing had just occurred,
“Voyeur II is supplying you with your own training coaches. Tor Thorenson will assist Mr. Allen.”
A golden god entered the stage. His attire was a toga made of white Egyptian linen and a gold medallion and chain around his waist. Brown sandals with black straps wound around each powerful leg to mid-calf, where the strings of leather were tied. Additionally, he carried something that unraveled like a snake before Chastity’s feet. The six-foot whip he held slithered through the air and then snapped. The evil sound made her flinch. She grasped Seth’s arm and then released it just as fast.
Chastity Ambrose, what have you gotten yourself into ? As if an ex-fiancé’s rage wasn’t enough, Voyeur II had hired King Dong and his minions. Two men followed, each a replica of the first. Shoulder-length blond hair and artificially enhanced muscles, bulging in every possible place a man could bulge. The taller of the two men, the one 19
Mackenzie McKade
with green eyes, Mr. Dong introduced simply as Master Shawn. The hazel-eyed devil with a scowl was Master Terrance.
Seth’s physique was natural, from his sinewy biceps and his artfully carved chest, to his tight, firm ass.
From the thunderous roar of the ladies in the audience, Chastity knew she was the only female not appreciating the new intricacies of the game. When the three mammoths surrounded her, she stood her ground. Their daunting scowls were meant to intimidate. Each slow, calculated step closed the distance between them, a quiet takeover of her personal space and her confidence. But she would not yield to the menacing bullies waiting for her to cower.
“Cast down your eyes, wench,” the one called Tor demanded. “You’re not worthy to look upon us.”
She winced, still refusing to divert her gaze. Fuck you was on her tongue, but before she could speak he grabbed her breast. He twisted the clamp and she dropped to her knees. White-hot pain imploded at her nipple and ripped through her body. She fought for air. Her stomach pitched. The sensation of rolling waves crashing against her insides made her drop further onto her cuffed hands.
Fuck , but her nipples hurt. At the pace she was going, she’d be listed in the Feats Book of Records for the most titty-twisters in one day.
Jaws clenched, she pondered what she might do to the man when she caught him asleep. Maybe a phazer-gun to the backside of his balls would put him in a more cooperative mood. The thought was interrupted when he grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her to her feet.
“Low-planet son of a bitch !” Dangling in the air, Chastity attempted to regain her footing, while remaining as still as possible to avoid ripping out any more of her hair. If he didn’t release his hold soon she’d have a bald spot as big as an orange. When she was placed firmly on her feet, punishment came swiftly. Two stinging slaps to each bare ass cheek. She could feel the outlines of his large palms marking her skin. When he smoothed his hand across her burning ass she wanted to strike out. Mouth agape, preparing to issue a string of expletives, she paused. This was intergalactic cinema. If she fought back she would simply feed the frenzy that had already taken hold of the
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