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Jul 9, 2014

I Do Not Tolerate Weakness || The Caretaker, Mistress Quinn Fabray

Tagging: The Caretaker, Mistress Quinn Fabray

Timeframe: June 6, 2014, mid day

Summary: Quinn is punished for admitting to being submissive

Warning: Whipping, sexual torture, paddling, flogging, dub con, blood, general evilness

Quinn cried out in protest as three pairs of calloused, sweaty hands tore at her clothes. They'd arrived mere minutes after the verdict had been handed down, and Quinn was instantly thrown into a panic--Clyde already was in a rage, and a separate corps of guards descended on him, and her slave was fighting back with everything he had. He was screaming for Quinn to run, to hide, to get as far the fuck away from this tropical hell hole as possible, but the blonde was too stunned to move; she backed into a corner, eyes wide with fear. They approached like wolves cornering prey; faces predatory with rapacious teeth bared. The moment one pair of fingers reached for her, Quinn sprung up and ran for the door, only to be met with a club to her spine, and a hand fisted in her long blonde hair, wrenching her down to the floor.

"No, no, no, Slavebray, you're coming with us." One of them said as he unceremoniously tore her dress from her body in one clean pull. The other made quick work of her underwear, fondling a breast as he did so. Finally, the third grabbed for her wrists, binding them with zip ties and yanking her body toward the open door. Terror and anger ignited every neuron and synapse inside of her, as she flailed and convulsed against their hold; but they were too strong.

By the time they'd arrived at the Caretakers office, parts of her skin had rubbed raw from being literally dragged along the ground. Heart jackhammering in her chest, Quinn was greeted by the muffled sounds of screaming; screaming she instantly recognized. Little Whore. And for the briefest of moments her blood burned white hot in anger over the tiny slave's contribution to this precarious situation. But that too, was short lived, as her eyes surveyed the Caretaker's office for the first time.

The Caretaker had planned his timing well if not for the slight irritation of dealing with his slave. While the others were still reeling from his announcement, he would have all the time in the world to extract every ounce of pain from the woman who had dared to make a mockery of everything he had built. Masters were to be firm, cold, and above all they were to be dominant and strong. All her actions went to show was that women were indeed weak and did not have the important qualities to be Masters on his island.

As he waited, he amused himself with carrying out Little Whore's punishment. He was appalled that his own slave would act out in such a manner and promptly decided that it wasn't to be left alone for a single moment from then on. If he wasn't present, a guard would be until it learned its lesson. He'd had the guards strap her to a Saint Anthony's Cross with her legs spread wide and was flicking his wrist in random motions making sure the whip hit her back from varying degrees. After a few softer motions, he wound his arm up like he was about to pitch a baseball and let the next few hits be at his full strength to get his point across. Let the whore learn its lesson and terrify his next victim a bit.

It was obvious when the guards entered his office a second time. The sounds they were making could be heard down the hall as well as the sharp intake of breath that could only come from her. He let fly a few more hits before handing the whip to the guard in the room. "Finish its punishment then bind it and lock it in its cage. Do not remove the gag."

He strode into his office fixing his suit and brushing imaginary lint off of his shoulder. He knew this suit would be ruined by the time he retired for the evening and the anticipation only served to excite him further. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he purred, casually walking up to her, tangling his fingers in her hair. "A pathetic excuse for a mistress who thinks it's acceptable to spread her legs for anyone. A joke of a mistress who is herself a secret slave. It's no wonder your father sent you here to avoid tarnishing your family's reputation. Only a slave would crave sex so badly that it would end up pregnant and on its knees in front of me like this."

Quinn struggled to move her head away from the Caretaker's hand, the touch of his fingers on her scalp practically leaving a burning sensation in their wake. Every mocking word out of his mouth oozed like acid, causing Quinn to recoil at the sound as though each syllable were a punch to the gut. Pathetic...a joke...tarnishing your family...pregnant...SLAVE. Though at one time Quinn was a carefree nudist, right now she'd never felt more exposed in her life, and wanted this to end as quickly as it had begun. Setting her jaw, and gazing at some nonexistent point on the far wall, Quinn spoke tersely; "Just get it over with."

The Caretaker let go of her hair and slapped her across the face. "You will refer to me as Master. All I want to hear from your mouth is 'thank you master,' 'yes master,' 'more please master' and 'harder master.' If I decide you are allowed to say anything further, I will instruct you in that particular moment." He grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards. "Am I understood slave?" As he spoke, he reached down with his other hand and spread her legs apart slapping her directly between them. "Answer me slave!"

Quinn winced as she was struck not only in the face, but also her sex; and the stinging radiated up her torso. It hurt. Badly. As much pain as Quinn could tolerate, this pain was entirely different. It was unwelcome. Yet also a bit confusing; Quinn knew she was here because she was guilty of being submissive...so why would he want her to actually be a slave? What if this was a test? Clenching her jaw, she still kept her eyes trained anywhere but the old man's face; afforded by his grip being just loose enough to turn her head slightly. Instead of verbally answering him, she gathered a gob of saliva in her mouth and with a whip of her head spat in his face. The gob landing just beneath the corner of his mouth. "No."

The Caretaker wiped the spit off of his face with the back of a hand before flinging it back towards her face. "Wrong answer slave." He pushed her backwards out of the guards' grip, wrapping her hair around his hand and clenching it into a fist. "No remorse for your actions, far too much pride. Worthless traits for a slave." He dragged her by her hair over to a thin bench as he spoke, gesturing to the guards to stand in front of the door should she attempt to run. "I can see that you will need strongerpersuasion."

Quinn clawed at the hand embedded in her hair, the tugging on her scalp like needles jammed into her skin, but he didn't relent; nor did her thrashing help her either. "Mmmnot...a...slave!" She snarled, still trying feebly to wedge her thinner fingers in the spaces between his, desperate to get some relief for her scalp. But her fighting stopped as the tender skin of her ass grazed an uneven floorboard, tearing an inch long cut, eliciting a yelp in pain and a blood streak in her wake. She scarcely regarded the bench when they'd stopped, Quinn curled herself into a ball, sucking in a breath to swallow down the pain.

The Caretaker ignored the yelp of pain and dragged her upright before pushing her forward onto the bench making sure her breasts hung down and were easily accessible. "Hold its arms while I buckle it into place." He waited until the guards had moved into position before pulling away and kneeling down to buckle her arms and legs to either side. "We will forgo a gag for the time being. I want to hear you when you break." As he spoke, he straightened upright and ran a finger down her spine letting it trace around her ass before giving it a good hard slap.

Quinn grimaced as she was repositioned, the splintery grain of the bench pressing into her belly and lower rib cage. The cuffs on her ankles and wrists were uncomfortably tight, but the blonde knew any cries of protest would fall on deaf ears. Anything she'd say for the duration of this punishment would. As a calloused fingertip moved down the ridge of her spine, Quinn felt her skin prickle with goosebumps in response--and Quinn felt a wave of nausea at her body's betrayal. This is exactly what he wanted, to whittle her down and dehumanize her, and already he was unraveling her. The sting of the palm to her already bruised ass paled to the pain caused by him referring to her as an 'it'. She wasn't Quinn Fabray anymore, nor was she toy Fabray, she was just an 'it'. A single tear pushed past her eyes as she set her jaw in anticipation for whatever he had planned.

The Caretaker smirked in satisfaction as he circled her. Already she was learning to hold her tongue. "Let us see how much your weak body can take. An hour? Two? Or will you barely last thirty minutes. Little Whore can take any punishment I give it for hours, is it a better slave than you? We shall see." He crossed over to the table against the wall where he had laid out a number of toys and picked up a set of nipple clamps with tiny bells attached before slowly making his way back to her. Once he reached her, he knelt down and started rubbing his thumb overtop her nipples until they hardened. "If I hear these bells at any time I will add an extra ten lashes." As he spoke he firmly clipped one of the clasps into place before mirroring his actions with her other nipple. Finished, he stood up and ran a finger down her spine once more, sliding it between her lips watching her reaction.

Quinn grimaced as the clamps bit down on nipples, simultaneously squeezing and pulling on the aching skin. The weight from the bells dangling. Quinn eyed the little silver implements with anger, he was setting her up for a multitude of lashes. A slight breeze would make these bells sound, let alone a lashing. But that didn't anger her as much as the comparison to the Whore, and his touching upon her inner need to come out on top. To not be second to a slave--but that meant being a better slave. Her body turned completely rigid as he touched her again, hating the way he grazed each bump of her spine, and especially one he touched her cunt. Her eyes locked with his from under heavy lids, and mustering strength in her abdomen, Quinn shifted her torso and swung her breasts, setting the bells to jingle loudly. A challenge.

The Caretaker reached down and stilled the bells, giving a sharp tug on the chains. "It is not wise to test me." He brought his hand down on her ass in a sharp movement, a warning slap. "You have added ten lashes to your punishment." As he spoke, his hand landed on her ass again. "Thank your Master for being gracious enough to only add ten lashes." He grabbed her hair letting his hand fly and land over and over again on her ass. "Disobedient slaves must be punished otherwise it does not learn its place properly." Over and over again he spanked her keeping an eye on the color of her skin. He wanted it to be a nice deep red before he continued on, just enough to make it clear that she was in for a world of pain.

Quinn could handle the first few strikes; one of the benefits of having a high tolerance for pain, but as the successive blows came rapid fire, her skin started to burn. The Caretaker smacked her much harder than any of her lovers had, his large leathery hands practically snagging with each strike. Quinn's eyes screwed shut, as the slaps grew in intensity, so much so that it was becoming too much to bear, and her pride was beginning to whittle away. Her jaws set, and she hissed a quiet yet begrudging, "Thank you."

The Caretaker frowned and continued slapping her ass, each time gaining in intensity. "Thank you what?" He pulled her head further back until he had pulled her as far back as she was able to go in the restraints. "You will address me by my proper title slave. Until you do, we will not move on to the next part of your punishment. This is only a warm up after all. Now. Thank you what?"

Quinn cried out as her neck and spine was bent in an unnatural position; angry tears of frustration flooded her vision. If he'd pull and harder, her hair would rip right from the root. "...THANK YOU, MASTER!" She shouted, unable to withstand her back being pulled in such a way.

The Caretaker let go of her with a final hard smack against her ass. "Good." He moved away and picked up his favorite flogger, running it over her back letting her feel the leather and tiny barbs brush against her skin. "Be as loud as you want slave. The louder your screams, the more you submit to your punishment. Holding them back will only make things worse for you." Without warning he set up a moderate pace against her back, pausing after a few strokes to run his hand down her back.

Quinn growled as he walked off to grab whatever implement of torture he intended to unleash on her next. This was ridiculous. All he was doing was spanking her--nothing she'd never done before--but damn when he did it, it hurt. And she could scarcely stop herself from whimpering as he returned wielding a large, ragged looking flogger. As the lashes started, Quinn's grunts of discomfort slowly gave way to yelps, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she'd be screaming. Her skin burned every time he touched it.

The Caretaker mentally counted each stroke as he laid the flogger across her back, each stroke landing slightly different from the one before. He wanted her crying out in pain, he wanted her to suffer, but not just yet. What he wanted most of all was for it to drag out and for her to feel every inch of his disapproval and a taste of what her future would be like. When he mentally reached twenty five strokes, he set aside the flogger, running his hands up and down her back before giving her a good hard slap to her ass.

Quinn was about to cry. If there was one thing the Caretaker did that burned more than his hits, it was his touches. Those invasive, unwanted grazes to her back and ass. It was unwelcome and made Quinn's skin crawl in its wake; she loved it whenever Tess' fingertips would dance across the expanse of her skin. It didn't matter what act of depravity they engaged in, Tess' touches made Quinn feel as though she were as precious as a diamond. These current touches, only made Quinn feel filthy, and she gave a strangled "PLEASE!" when the Caretaker's palm made contact with her ass again.

The Caretaker chuckled and slid his hand between her legs again in response to her plea. "Please you want more? I can accommodate that. In fact..." he trailed off as he slid two fingers into her cunt moving them in and out quickly. "I think I might let you enjoy yourself a little." As he moved his fingers in and out, he reached down to play with her breasts.

Quinn struggled in her bindings as he fondled her. His leathery, geriatric hands feeling like sandpaper on her soft skin, but her movements garnered her no reprieve. Her cunt was bone dry as he entered her, and his nails raked against her walls, scratching her from the inside, the friction starting to burn. Silently she prayed for her body to just react, the wet offering a perverse form of relief, but at that moment, nothing was responding. Closing her eyes, she desperately tried to conjure any image that would help, but all she saw was the derisive expression on the Caretaker's face.

The Caretaker raised an eyebrow at the lack of response to his movement. "I see. So you aren't trained to get wet upon command. We will have to fix that." He withdrew his hand, giving her ass another heavy smack before going over to one of the machines against the wall. It took him only a moment to select an attachment before he wheeled it back over to her. "Then I won't waste my time trying to make you learn to enjoy this. My machine will do it for me leaving my hands free for so much more fun." He attached a rather large dildo to the end of the machine and lined it up with her cunt before pushing it forward and locking the machine in place with the bench. "Each time you cum without permission, you will be whipped." As he spoke, a smirk crossed his face and he turned the machine on, setting it on a lower speed. He may be forcing it into her dry but she would get wet soon enough. No female could withstand a dick in her cunt for long without instinctively getting wet. It was one of the things they were made for after all and he specialized in making the female slaves crave dick inside of them.

Quinn glanced back at the monstrosity he wheeled toward her; armed like a canon ready to fire at her slit. Her still dry slit, but with little warning, he unceremoniously pushed it inside of her, the large intrusion tugging her walls with each mechanical thrust. It hurt. It hurt so much worse than she'd ever imagined, earning the Caretaker the tears and sobs he was likely wetting himself for. The pain in her cunt was reminiscent of child birth, being torn open without control. All she could do was try to angle her hips from the strange position he had her in, in order for the dildo to strike her sweet spot, and after five agonizing minutes it was starting to work. A familiar warmth was brewing in her gut, and Quinn clenched down tightly around the dildos girth to swallow her impending orgasm. But it was for nought, as her body betrayed her easily, and Quinn's fluid dribbled out in one long sliver down toward the floor.

The Caretaker stood off to the side enjoying the sight. Little did she know that he used the machine and the same dildo on his own whore daily, or he had up until it had defied him for the last time and the thought gave him a surge of intense pleasure. Carefully he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, stroking it as he walked around to her head. It was obvious when her orgasm swept over her, and how little self control she had. "I see that's another thing you need to learn slave. You. Do. Not. Cum. Without. Permission." Each word he emphasized with a smack across her ass, machine still moving at its slow speed. Before straightening up, he turned the speed up to medium and grabbed her hair. "Your training and punishment seem to becoming one. Thank your Master for being gracious enough to teach you how to behave and show your gratitude by servicing Him." He pressed the head of his cock against her lips and held waiting for her response.

Quinn whimpered and hung her head in shame as her body rode out the rest of her orgasm, but instantly she was wrenched back upright, eyes met with a veiny flaccid dick swinging in front of her face. "Oh no..." She muttered, staring at his member, and keeping down the rush of bile that threatened to burst from her throat at any given moment. The machine picked up speed and he ran the smooth edge of the head of his cock along the line of her mouth. A conflict overtook her in that instant. She wanted to bite it, sink her teeth into his flesh and use all of her power to close her jaw like a vice. To bite his dick clean off like a hot dog served on the fourth of July. And while she debated her actions, her mouth remained firmly closed.

The Caretaker growled and smacked her cheek hard enough to leave his hand print behind. "Answer me slave! You have thirty seconds to thank me or what you've been through will seem like child's play in comparison, something done to an infant." He held her gaze, glaring at her, daring her to disobey him. She would suck his cock and she would be moaning around it like a whore with a dildo crashing into her cunt even if he had to push her to that point himself.

Quinn grunted as her head was smacked to the side; that was going to bruise. And Quinn had to bite her lip from answering once she recoiled. She was liable to make a snide remark or utter some expletive of some kind; his comment about an infant particularly biting. Again, she remained mute, struggling not to react to the increased thrusts put on by the fucking machine behind her.

The Caretaker stalked away, rummaging in his drawer until he pulled out a spider gag and a paddle. He would make her obey him but it looked like teaching her to like obeying was still a long way off. "This is your own fault slave. I might have merely whipped you and fucked you before letting you go. You have no one to blame but yourself." He knelt down and forced the gag between her lips, pressing on the back of her jaw to force her teeth open just enough to slip the gag inside and quickly buckled it into place. Once finished he stepped back to take in the sight in front of him and grinned, eyes darkening. "Just how a slave should look. Mouth open and waiting, being fucked mercilessly by a machine, just waiting for its' Master's cock." He slid his cock easily into her mouth and set up a brutal pace making sure to hit the back of her throat with each thrust.

Quinn felt her eyes widen to the point where they'd fall right from their sockets as he returned with the spider gag. Shit. Try as she might to keep her jaw firmly closed, all it took was his fingers on her pressure point to pry it open and force the gag inside. Saliva hung from her lower lip as she looked up at him lamely, bracing herself for what was about to happen. His cock rammed inside her mouth, slamming against her uvula. Her gag reflex was fully engaged, and Quinn's throat began to balloon behind her head. Spitroasted like a suckling pig, Quinn's body was betraying her left and right; another climax gripped at her body, arching spine up against her bindings, and to Quinn's utter horror, she couldn't stop herself from vomiting after five agonizing minutes of the Caretaker's cock pistoning in her mouth. Her eyes burned from the intense pressure in her skull as she heaved, the lack of control of her jaw causing her to gag and sputter even more.

The Caretaker instantly pulled out and smacked her across the face when he felt her vomit and bile coat his cock. "You filthy slave! How dare you!" He reached over for his flogger and started bringing it down across her back as fast as his arm could manage. "Filthy worthless slave!" He continued to beat her, turning up the speed for the machine to high, whipping her until she started to bleed from the barbs on the flogger. "You will never do that again." As best he could, he wiped up any vomit that he could see and pushed it back into her mouth, releasing the gag enough for her to close her mouth and pressed her nostrils together. "Swallow."

Quinn was now in utter agony; between the relentless flogging, fucking and now vomiting, her body was rapidly detaching itself from her mind. Nothing was voluntary anymore. The force of the blow across her face, pulled hard at the muscles in her neck as her head whipped to the side, and Quinn's tears finally flowed at full force. He'd reduced her not only to a set of holes, but now a garbage disposal. Pulling the gag from her soiled mouth and quickly replacing it with a palm full of her own vomit, she writhed against his hand. Struggling for air, as well as the ability to swallow, she convulsed beneath his grasp. The taste was acrid and horrific; stomach acid burning the skin of her tongue. Only after a few terse minutes of struggling, she managed to force it down her throat, and she screamed for air against his hand; face reddening each airless second that rolled by.

The Caretaker waited until she swallowed before releasing his hold on her nose. From the tears rolling down her face, it was clear that she was giving in to the punishment. "Better," he appraised walking around her, turning the machine off for a moment. "But there's something missing here. Something important." Quietly he attached a second dildo to the machine and barely lubed it up before lining both dildos with both her holes. "It's not nearly full enough to be a good slave." He turned the machine back on keeping it on a low setting, running his hands over her skin, scraping it with his fingernails. "I've neglected such beautiful skin. That needs to be rectified. And to keep any more unwanted fluids from coming out, a nice gag that fully covers the hole." He held up a rather large penis gag directly in her line of vision.

Quinn 's head hung lamely on her neck and shoulders, barely registering anything the Caretaker was currently saying to her. She could feel her asshole stretching painfully to welcome a dildo in addition to the one in her cunt, and her caked mouth fell open, jaws slack on their hinges to accept the impossibly large penis gag in his hand. Her bloodied and bruised body had all but given up, and her willpower stomped out like a cigarette on dirty ground.

The Caretaker was able to insert the gag into her mouth and buckle it without a fight, telling him clear as day that he had finally stamped the fight out of her. "Now then, let's make you bleed," he whispered in her ear with a dark chuckle. "Welcome to the life of a slave. You will never escape. Now that I've made you my slave, your life as a mistress on my island is over. I might let you pretend, if you scream prettily enough, that I've forgiven you, but soon enough you will be at my feet, eyes as blank as they are now, good for nothing but cocks in each hole or better still, a breeding whore since you've already proven to be fertile. We shall see." He straightened back up, and picked up a cane, testing it for it's springyness. Yes, a cane would do nicely for her lower body and then to finish her off with a whip, that would be the perfect finale. He made his way back over to the wall where one other, newer, machine sat. He hadn't used it on his own slave yet so what better opportunity to test it than on his newest creation? A machine that whipped for you, just the idea made him hard. Carefully he wheeled it over to her and lined it up so the cane hit each time on her ass, away from the other machine that was still going strong, and fitted the cane before turning it on. The first smack was immensely satisfying even if it was weaker than what he would have delivered. Still, it was a good attempt, especially combined with all the other sensations. "I hope you enjoy yourself slave. I know I will."

Quinn was no longer herself; just a body. A hollow shell bereft of everything that made it Quinn Fabray. An angry bruise was already blooming on her battered and swollen face, the skin of her ass was open and raw, the relentless blows dealt to it opening a myriad of welts along its expanse. Now he was going to tear open her back. She couldn’t see what it was that he wheeled behind her, likely parking it next to the fucking machine still angrily splitting her cunt and rectum in half. Everything below her waist was going numb, with the exception of her holes themselves. The friction from the thrusts clawed at her sphincter, a sticky hot wetness dribbling down her perineum: blood. Quinn had been able to take dildos twice this size, even Thessaly’s arm, but with the lack of lubrication, the dildo in her now might as well be made from cinderblock.

But it was his words struck her with a force that shook her very foundation; each and every syllable like a knife thrust inside her skin. Toy was being repurposed into an object. The princess hastily dethroned and turned peasant. Quinn Fabray, Goddess incarnate, turned into a breeder. That word bit at her heart even harder than slave. God how the prospect of ending up pregnant again frightened her—to have his parasitic seed inside of her, contributing to his unending line of bastards.

Desperately she pushed her mind to detach from reality, and she conjured the image of Tess, waiting for her with arms wide open and welcoming; a soliloquy of kind words for Quinn's ears and Quinn's ears only. The bite from the caning did nothing to jar her from the images that comforted her in that moment, as the intense pain overtook her muscular control. But not before the Tess in her mind said three words: I love you, Quinn, and intense climax ignited every nerve ending, pushing an obscene moan of ecstasy from Quinn's ravaged throat. And then there was nothing. Quinn's body went limp. All of the fight thoroughly fucked out of her. He'd broken her.

The Caretaker paused for a moment to enjoy the sight in front of him. Never before had he taken such time to admire his handiwork before he was finished but this time it seemed fitting. He had effectively created a new slave right in front of his eyes and he wasn't finished quite yet. The blank look in her eyes coupled with the sudden, loud moan that clearly said she was riding an intense orgasm only made her look more the part. And yet, somehow it wasn't satisfying enough. There needed to be something...more. The machine was already working her insides and forcing her to the brink of orgasm mixing it with pain, enough pain to make her bleed. The new machine was doing wonders, leaving welts along her ass, slicing open the skin just enough for blood to well up. The longer he looked, the more perfect the image became.

“The defiant little slave finally submits to its Master,” he murmured sliding on a pair of vampire gloves. “You thought I wouldn’t be able to break you and yet, here we are.” He slid his hands along her back, pressing down hard along her shoulder muscles as he talked, letting her feel the prick of the gloves against her skin. “Spread open and fucked and enjoying it. I’ve never seen a slave cum so hard. I think you are perfectly suited to this life. Oh my guards will love to get their hands on you once I release you to the cells. I think a simple chain around your neck with a permanent spreader bar will be your only covering. Enough for the guards to have a little fun with the new cum dumpster.” He slapped her upper back hard before reaching around to grasp her breasts firmly. “Yes, I think that is your new calling. A prize to any guard that knocks you up. Maybe I’ll let him even keep the brat. Or maybe I’ll make you watch it grow up into a slave, my new slave.”

He laughed as yet another orgasm ripped through her body, releasing her breasts and straightened up, picking up the flogger again. “Your life is mine little slave. Your soul is mine. Your body is mine. Your mind is mine. No one can save you now.” A half second later, he started flaying her back as fast as he could watching the welts form and the barbs creating pricks in her skin where they caught. Soon enough, blood started to flow, making her back fairly slippery. Still, he refused to stop. Only when his arms finally tired did he drop the flogger, and pull his cock out of his pants, stroking himself to full hardness before coming across her back.

He backed away and opened his office door, tucking himself back into his pants. “Guards! Remove this filth from my sight. And clean the machines.” He made his way back to the desk, watching as the guards turned off the machine amidst her final orgasm. “Drag it through the courtyard. Make sure to be as loud as possible about it. I want everyone to know how broken it is.” Just as the guards were dragging her out the door, he held up a hand to stop them. “And bring me that brunette slave in the first isolation room. I’ve only just begun to break it.” Once they left, he made his way over to the camera in the corner and turned it off. "Well my new slave, you'll have your freedom for now, but you will always be mine and this video will haunt you until the day you die."

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