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SPANKED AND PUNISHED BY THE BILLIONAIRE SURGEON!
(Kim Hardwick)

"No, Master!  You'll have to kill me before I let go of you!"

I felt his right hand grab the hair at the top of my head; I felt it pull it up, and in spite of my efforts, my head was begin pulled up; the pain was so horrible.   Slowly he kept pulling; I kept ignoring the pain, until our eyes made contact.  For that brief moment, I thought I could look into his soul; see the real Master.  And what I saw turned me on.  Hatred; pure unadulterated hatred.  I was ready to cum.

The blow, his blow, when it came, loosened my grip on his leg.  Everything was going in slow motion.  One minute, I was looking into his dreamy brown eyes and the next I was looking at the legs of his wooden pony.  I was too stunned to say anything, but I do recall wondering why my mouth was full of warm liquid.  Did he give me something to drink?

I tried to reach up and touch my mouth to see what this liquid was and why it tasted salty, when I found myself unable to move my arms.  Was I paralyzed? 

No, I was bound.  I was bound tightly; there would be no escape for me.  I lifted up my head slightly, and noticed out of the corner of my eyes that there was a rather large puddle of blood on the floor.   the blood must be mine.  

I rested my head back on the floor, and noticed I was lying on my side and my feet and legs as well as my hands and arms were secured.  I was naked and in spite of (or because of) my predicament and total helplessness, I was strangely aroused.

The thought of being totally in someone else's control was something which never failed to turn me on.  Being unable to say no to any pervert who desired my body was incredibly exciting.  The fact that anybody or anything (a dog, a crack addict scumbag) could do what they want with me at that moment and I would be unable to say no, was bringing me to the edge of a massive orgasm.

I looked up and saw Master standing over me.  he was standing over my belly, looking down, and he was dressed in a navy blue coverall.  Squeezing my eyes and looking again, I noticed I was no longer in his apartment.  I was lying on some cold floor in a dimly lit room, possibly a basement.

"Where are we, Master?"

"We are where we need to be to give you what you want."

Without saying another word, he tilts something metallic and tube shaped over my body.  Red hot coals start to fall out and land on and around my body.

"OUCH! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"