"Don't
be so fucking stupid! My colleagues in the police will come and find me! You'll
get life!" Nicki ranted.
"Splat! -
Splat!" His right hand slapped both sides of her
face.
"Yeeoww!"
Bending
down, he lifted the cattle-prod out of the box. "This is one of the best
investments ever." Stroking the tip of the instrument's shaft against her hip,
he knew how painful it could be, she about to find out.
"Let me
go now!"
"How dare you speak without my permission,
slave," he said, pressing the trigger. "Beeezzz." The prod went as he
gave her a jolt.
"Yeeoww! Shit!" she shrieked.
"How
dare you speak without calling me master, slave."
"Beeezzz."
"Ooowww! Fuck you!"
"How
dare you call be stupid, slave."
"Beeezzz."
"Ooowww nooo!"
"This
is your home now, slave. This is your
life. You have no other."
"Beeezzz."
"Oooh pleeease,
no more!"
"You
have no family, slut. You're a slave and
nothing more."
"Beeezzz."
"Nooo, pleeease,
nooo!"
"I'm
your master, slut, so I don't make mistakes!" he yelled. "And let's be honest,
do you think your colleagues in the Plod will even bother to look for you, let
alone find you? They've fucking failed to find the others so far."
"Beeezzz."
"No,
no, nooo mooore, pleeease!"
"You're
still speaking without permission, slut. And, unless you've been lying to me, no one knows where you are or that we've been
having a fling. Of course, if you've been fibbing to me them I'll simply have
to punish you." He put the point against her left nipple.
"Beeezzz."
"Yyyeeeeeeooowww! Pleeeeeease!"
"Call
me master, show me proper respect, slut." He moved the tip to her clit, his
erection now agonisingly-hard at the prospect at what was about to occur.
"Beeezzz."
"Aaaaaaaarrrrggghhh!" she hollered, trembling, tears
flowing, urine dribbling. "P-p-p-p-please, pleeeeeease, nooo more ... M-M-M-Master!"
"You
need to be quicker in responding, slut."
"Beeezzz."
Shaking
with terror, pissing herself some more, Nicki whimpered, "P-p-pleeease, p-pleeease, M-Master,
no-no more, please, Master, pleeease."