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"Cry for me slave. He demanded, " I want to hear you cry." Ginger only looked up at him in exhausted, blinking, bewilderment; all hope gone. What more could this monster possibly want from her? The sharp sting of the riding crop across her left breast made her wince and immediately she began to wail piteously. He roughly gripped her right tit and began to squeeze and pump it with his fist as he leaned in next to her ear and spoke to her.
"You see, these delightful little sucklings are not yours anymore. They are toys for me to amuse myself with." For emphasis he brought the crop down to deliver a series of sharp, painful whacks to her abused tit. Ginger was sobbing so hard that she was choking and wheezing into the gag, her delicate fingers twisting franticly in the merciless ropes that held her wrists. His hand moved down between her legs to roughly seek out her clit and grip it tightly between thumb and forefinger as he continued to speak.
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"And this delicious little hole here." He said as he plunged all four fingers of his right hand into her pussy up to the knuckles and twisted, "Is mine, to explore and enjoy, any time that I wish!" Ginger tried to buck and twist away but his hand in her crotch pinned her to the chair and he continued with his speech.
"But all of that is meaningless," he said while gripping her breast again, "It is all meaningless if I don't have your attention." Suddenly, he began to savagely beat her plump mounds with the riding crop again and again, raining down blow after stinging blow onto her defenseless chest. Ginger screamed in panic and hysteria as each stroke left its fiery red welt across her agonized chest. He seemed to want something from her that she couldn't comprehend. She was beyond resistance, now her only driving thought was how to appease him, to make him stop. Suddenly the whipping ceased and his powerful voice rang out.
"So, do I have your attention?" he said. Ginger was too stunned to respond at first. Her heaving, mountainous orbs were racked with wave after wave of boiling pain throbbing at her temples and buzzing like a raging fire across her smooth, supple skin.
Again the crop whipped down mercilessly with a sharp, stinging sound. "I said, DO I HAVE YOUR COMPLETE ATTENTION?" She instantly sucked down her sobs to franticly shake her head up and down, to let him know that she understood, to beg him to stop hurting her like this.
Ginger knew that she was in his power completely. She knew that there was no help for her. She was on her own and whatever her fate was to be would be decided by this sadistic maniac before her. Ginger could understand that if she was going to be able to keep her sanity intact through this ordeal she would have to find out how to give this animal whatever it was that he wanted. Unfortunately for our hapless heroine exactly what that was seemed to be changing constantly.
He seemed to be satisfied by what he saw in her eyes now. He took her chin in his hand and turned her head to the side to gaze at her profile while she wept with abandon like a penitent little girl. The Master leaned in to her ear and whispered softly, almost tenderly:
"I don't require that you love me slave, only that you FEAR and obey me." His hand raised the riding crop back again as if to strike. Ginger was so terrified that her entire body was shivering pitifully. With a sudden and intense spasm of fear she even lost control of her bladder, which emptied its contents out from between her quaking and splayed open legs to splatter on the cold cement floor of the room.