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Alex continued to fondle Mara’s breasts as Lucas whipped the naked girl he’d purchased for the day. Alex’s voice was low and sensual, his lips brushing Mara’s skin as he spoke quietly into her ear. “Keep your eyes open. Watch what is happening. Don’t close your eyes; don’t hide from the experience. In spite of what you may think, Joanie can derive pleasure from what’s happening to her right now. It’s all in how you perceive the experience. All our rubies are submissive, or at the very least, sexual masochists. They may not have known it before I teased it from their psyches, but I can always tell. I can find the seed of pleasure in their suffering, and I can nurture it and make it grow. Like you, Joanie resisted at first. But once I broke down her reserves, she gave herself completely to my training. I sense the same potential in you, Mara. You understand the power of erotic suffering, maybe not yet with your mind, but with your body.”
He gave her still-tender nipples a sudden, savage twist. Mara cried out at the unexpected pain. At the same time, the dildos whirred inside her, the vibration pulsing through her vulva in a rush of pleasure. Her nipples still caught in his grip, Alex lightly bit her earlobe.
Joanie had begun panting. She was dancing lightly on her toes and jerking each time the whip met its mark on her ass or her thighs. When the leather struck between her shoulder blades, Joanie screamed. Mara gasped in horror as a line of blood rolled down Joanie’s back.
The whip struck again and again, each stroke on Joanie’s narrow back creating a dark welt, several of them beading with droplets of bright red blood that formed shiny stripes as they trickled along her skin.
Finally, Joanie dropped to her knees. She was crying softly. Lucas flung the whip aside and crouched behind her on the floor. He fell upon her like a rabid dog, his face twisted in a snarl, his eyes wild. He entered her from behind with a feral cry. Despite Alex’s admonition, Mara closed her eyes in shocked disgust as Lucas leaned over Joanie’s back, his long tongue snaking out to lick a trail of her blood.
The steady thrum in Mara’s ass and pussy intensified. Alex, still behind her, stroked her breasts and let his hands move in sensual circles down her body. Though Mara’s mind rebelled, her over-stimulated, hyper-sensitized nerve endings reacted. She was overwhelmed with emotion and exhausted from all that had happened. When Alex reached down and cupped her mons, his palm moving in a slow, sensual circle over her throbbing clit, she gave in to the sensations, every defense breached.
“You will learn, Mara, to come from the pleasure, to come from the pain, to give yourself at my command. You will exist to serve and to please. Begin now, Mara. Do as I command. Surrender yourself. Come for me.”
Against her will, hating both Alex and herself, Mara did.
Mara jogged along the beach beside Raeanne, the other girls in pairs behind them, Curtis driving alongside in a golf cart, blowing his whistle whenever their pace flagged. Though Mara was allowed now to wear clothing at certain times of the day, the girls were required to jog naked in order to make sure they didn’t get any tan lines, Dawn had explained. They were slathered in a light sunscreen each morning as part of their grooming regimen, but Mara’s skin had still darkened to a rosy tan during the several hours a day she spent outside.
As threatened, Wallace, DJ and Dr. Morgan had all used her sexually, Wallace and the doctor one time so far, DJ twice. While each encounter was as disgusting and violating as the first time, at least none of them hurt her—not the way Alex did.
In the eight days since she had been abducted, he had subjected her daily to a barrage of erotic pleasure and pain that left her exhausted, terrified and, though she hated to admit it, sometimes deeply aroused. It wasn’t that she craved the bite of the lash or the sting of his hard hand, though Alex continued to insist it was only a matter of time and training before she begged for what he offered.
She was as scared as ever of the electro-shock, the bucket of saltwater, the blindfold that prevented her from anticipating the hot sear of melted wax, the total restraint of rope and chains, the sharp point of a knife’s blade that sometimes drew blood if she failed to remain perfectly still during an exercise.
But along with the pain, Alex always added dark, compelling pleasure. As odd, as impossible as it sounded, he would both torture and pleasure her, mixing the two in a confusing blend of passion and pain.
