"Crack!" His hand slapped her face arresting her words. "You stupid fucking slut, that's six misdemeanours so far, for failing to call me master and for questioning my right to call and use you as I like. For that you're going to get six jolts from the cattle-prod."

"No!"

"Crack!" His hand lashed out again, he really enjoying being cruel. Leaning close to her tear-filling eyes, he went on, "Say another word and I'll shove it in your arse and pull the trigger. Then you'll know what pain really is."

She burst into sobbing. Visibly trembling, she tried to lean away from him. "Beeezzz." the prod stung one thigh, "Beeezzz." the other. "Beeezzz." to one nipple, "Beeezzz." to the other. "Beeezzz." to her navel. "Beeezzz." - "Beeezzz." to her clitoris.

Each was followed by a howling, "Aaaaaaarrrggghhh!" Her body trembling like someone with Saint Vitus's dance.

It felt so good inflicting pain, it was his turn-on. Dropping the prod to the ground, his left hand peeled his foreskin back, his right coiled in her hair jerking her head backwards. "Open your fucking mouth, slut!"

"Err?" she responded, he taking the opportunity to start feeding his ten-inch dick into the open gap.

Her mouth was dry, from fear, he reckoned. The thought of her being terrified excited him more, he knowing that very soon he would actually be lubricating the orifice for her. Gripping both sides of her head, he forced inch after inch down her tight throat, starting to fuck up and down, up and down repeatedly. His face was hot and perspiring from mounting excitement. He pulled a sadistic sneer. "Oooh yeah!" he groaned as he squirted out his cum somewhere close to her larynx. "Oooh yeah, slut, you're going to learn how to suck cock real well before I'm finished."

Easing back until his bell-end was in her mouth, he heard her snort in air. He had another treat for her now.