Page 34 of Plug and Tame

Nathaniel made a bemused sound. “Don’t be shy. Speak up so I can hear you.”

She couldn’t. It was one thing for him to call her that, but to say the word out loud was too much. Even in the dream, she couldn’t do it.

Nathaniel rapped the chalk on the board again. “If you aren’t going to speak, I may as well gag you.”

The threat made her pulse quicken, and her insides twisted with fear and anticipation as he advanced on her, standing so close their faces were inches apart.

“I will ask you one last time. What. Is. Your. Name?”

His clipped words sent a chill through her, spurring her to speak.

“Slut,” she whispered.

Nathaniel’s stern expression gave way to a triumphant smirk. “Yes, pet. Yes, you are.”

He regarded her a moment longer before turning back to the blackboard. He wrote SLUT in large, jagged letters beneath Sir.

“And what is a slut like you good for, pet?” Nathaniel asked.

It was the same tone his father, Henrikk, had used when posing the same question. Humiliation seeped through her.

She bowed her head as tears pricked her eyes. It was horrible, in a wonderful way, and it made her skin feel hot and cold at the same time as feverish tingles swept through her.

“You know the answer to this,” Nathaniel prompted, the chalk hovering by the board.

Kira gave her head a shake.

“Too afraid to tell me?” Nathaniel asked, “Or have you forgotten the answer?”

Silence.

“Perhaps you need a reminder.”

Nathaniel set the chalk down with a click, the sound making her flinch.

“It seems we’ll be needing this after all,” he said, pulling open a desk drawer and producing the gag and collar that she was all too familiar with.

Kira jerked her head back as he approached, but she was chained up and couldn’t get away. He placed the collar around her neck and tightened it. Struggling was no use, and the realisation of what was about to happen made her clammy.

“Open wide,” Nathaniel instructed.

When she didn’t obey, he reached to pinch her nose. She quickly opened her mouth wide.

“Good girl,” he said, slowly pushing the ball gag into her mouth.

It pressed against her tongue, her cheeks, her palate, and it forced her to stay open with her teeth resting on the ball. She caught his gleaming gaze and felt her face burn hotter.

“There, that’s better.” He caressed her cheek. “Now you look like a real slut.” His hand slid up her skirt and probed her wetness, making her twitch and groan as he inserted his fingers into her pussy. “So fucking wet and tight,” he hissed. “So tight I bet you’ll scream when you take my cock.”

Kira’s eyes widened at the implication, but she was powerless to speak.

Nathaniel read the question in her eyes.

“Oh yes, slut. The time has come. I can see you’re hungry for it, and it’s about time I showed you what you’re good for.” He removed his fingers, leaving her feeling swollen and empty, and undid his belt.

Kira leant forward in anticipation and lost her balance, slipping off the edge of the desk. She cried out as the chains above snapped taut, her wrists taking most of her weight as she stood on tiptoes, her feet barely grazing the floor.

She let out a muffled plea, hoping Nathaniel would help her back onto the desk, but he shook his head.