EXTRACT FOR
Forfeit
(Kelly Addams)

"You are doing well, slave!" Barry chuckled as he led her to the massive rustic wooden table that took pride of place in the centre of the kitchen, "But today I intend to push you beyond this little game you have decided to play with me... today you will understand the true ecstasy of submission."

Arisa kept her expression neutral and her gaze firmly on her feet, he was taunting her, probing. He wasn't sure if she was playing or not, so he fished for reaction, round two to me as well she told herself silently as he guided her down onto a chair. But what is he planning now?

The chair was low, much lower than practical. Seated she was only chest height to the surface of the table, she felt like a child allowed to sit with the adults for the first time, and wondered if he would give her a bolster cushion. Maybe it turns him on to make me feel small? Because it was the feeling that filled her, she felt insignificant.

"I am assured that this practice does little lasting damage," he laughed as he pushed her chair closer until the edge of the table pressed against her ribs just below her pert breasts, "But you are my property now... so I care little if that is fact or not!"

What practice? Arisa questioned but remained perfectly calm on the outside, what the hell is he going to do to me now?

Barry opened a drawer, and Arisa resisted the urge to peep as he rattled the contents. "This is quite painful I am told!" he placed a small hammer and a handful of thin nails on the surface of the table. Arisa knew that he was studying her like a hawk, he was attempting to provoke a reaction, fear filled her heart. She desperately wanted to scream and pull away, she wanted to fight, to scratch and claw and bite... she had to get away from the monster before he disfigured her. But to where could she escape? And just as fighting would be futile, she would reveal to him that she had not broken, she would destroy all chance of ever going home to caring Mr Kevin, she would effectively sentence herself to a continuation and escalation of what he was about to do to her.

"Do you understand what is about to happen?" He asked casually.

"I matters not at all to this slave, she is the property of Master!"

Arisa clenched her fists under the table in an effort to prevent the shaking that she knew was about to fill her body, her fear was mounting by the second. She had never seen the practice but she had heard about it. He was going to hammer nails through her flesh, her breasts to be precise, he was going to nail her down to the table... and she couldn't react!

"I don't believe you," he whispered, "Look at me!"

Arisa lifted her head and stared into his eyes, could he see her fear, she hoped not. 

He's confused! The flash of understanding gave her hope, his eyes flicked nervously from hers to the hammer and back. Hold yourself together Arisa! She ordered herself as he fumbled with the nails.

"Lean forward more!" he instructed, and despite every fibre of her being insisting that she pull away... Arisa complied and glanced down to watch him press a nail against her flesh just behind her nipple.

Be brave! She repeated over and over in her head as her fists clenched tighter.