Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
My owner’s left hand seized my right hip, and he kept spanking me, methodically and very, very hard.
As I cried out at each heavy stroke, he spoke, grimly and very calmly.
“I… don’t… usually… spank… my own… fucking… pieces,” he said. “But… for you… Sophia… I’ll make… an exception.”
He let go of my waist and stepped back.
“Keep your eyes forward, whore,” Delacroix commanded. “Though I don’t feel the need to have any excuse for punishing you, frankly. I may as well tell you that after you tell us who you’re working for, and I fuck you as hard as you’ve deserved to be fucked, I’m going to kill you.”
My whole body tensed. I could hardly have called the brutal announcement unexpected, but it provoked a physical reaction nonetheless. I twisted my body around reflexively, authentic tears springing from my eyes as if I were actually an innocent captive virgin, rather than an agent of an international espionage organization.
“No… Monsieur,” I begged. “Please… please…”
But Delacroix took hold of my waist again and spanked me three more times. The reawakening of the pain from his first swats made me scream and writhe over the chair.
“Turn around, you naughty slut,” he told me. “You can make this a good deal easier on yourself if you follow my instructions. Now, Marcus, let’s get the cunt open so I can enjoy myself a little before the real unpleasantness begins.”
He stepped back again. A moment later, I felt the little brush against my smooth pussy. With what felt to me like clinical detachment, Marcus applied the cold liquid between my legs. I felt a tingling sensation as the seal began to dissolve.
“Excellent,” Delacroix pronounced, in a voice like ice. “Before I claim that sweet cunt, we need to punish her further, I think, Marcus. Spank that newly exposed pussy until it’s red and swollen. I want to make certain this doesn’t feel the slightest bit pleasurable for her.”
Did Marcus hesitate, just for a fraction of a second? I imagined his face, and the eyes of hopeful imagination put a flicker of reluctance in his eyes. I felt my face crumple as my reason concluded that my miles would never show such doubt.
“Of course, sir,” I heard him reply smoothly, and then I felt him move to take Delacroix’s place behind me and to my left.
I tried to brace myself, my heart racing. The first stinging slap made me gasp. Marcus’ large hand connected squarely with my most sensitive flesh, sending shockwaves of pain through my core. He struck again, and again, building a steady rhythm.
I screamed from the very beginning, knowing it represented what they wanted and unable to hold it in. With every spank, my hips jerked paradoxically backwards, as if inviting another one. Sobs burst from my chest, mingling with my cries. I hung my head over the back of the chair, my eyes closed, my self feeling a million miles away.
I told myself I would come back and think after this part had ended. I didn’t have any belief that I could find a way out, but at least I would have a chance to reflect, say my goodbyes to the world, maybe find a way to tell Marcus I loved him before the end.
Then, through the haze of sensation, I heard a tone in my ear. I opened my eyes, during a brief pause in Marcus’ punishment, to see that the force of Delacroix’s and Marcus’ spanks had pushed the chair a few inches closer to the desk, and my hand was now near enough to the computer that I could make the download.
Marcus’ hand crashed against my newly exposed pussy again. I let out a scream, and at the same time, I managed to twist my left wrist in the proper sequence. I heard the tone that meant the download had begun.
Well, I told myself, maybe my dead body will keep the information… maybe the Guard will hear what happened from Marcus and they can recover the drive… maybe…
CHAPTER 18
Sophia
Marcus’ huge, strong hand just kept spanking me there, where he had closed me and opened me. Where, in my mind, he simply owned me, no matter how much money Monsieur Delacroix had paid for the title to my most intimate places.
Delacroix had used my mouth and my bottom more times than I could count—but Marcus had had them first. Now, the idea that Delacroix’s manhood would be the first to enter my pussy… the only one, because of the death he had promised me… the first and only cock to open me that way, to make a woman of me as the antique saying went… I couldn’t bear it.
Made for Marcus, I thought in my near delirium of pain and fear. I was made for Marcus, there… for Marcus’ hard cock… for Marcus’ firm hand…