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even if I don’t have a life.
    His look as he nodded made her wonder if he was disappointed in her easy surrender.
    Maybe he wanted her to fight, but how could she?
    She felt relief when he let go of her hair but that only lasted until he dangled the nipple clamps before her. “Sucks having to make a choice like that doesn’t it? Maybe you’ll be relieved to know I won’t often give you options.” Keeping his hands where she could see what he was doing, he opened one clamp and slid his finger into the space he’d created. Instead of pinching his finger, he made a show of withdrawing it.
    “For the record, I know what it feels like. It isn’t something I have any interest in repeating. All right, slave, you’ve made your decision. Let’s see if you’ll continue to believe you’ve made the right one.
    This can’t be real. I can’t—
    “Ah! Oh God, please!” Pain dove into her left nipple. Horrified, she tried to shake free only to come face to face with the reality that the metal wasn’t going anywhere. She stared at the man who’d done this to her. Finding no humanity in his glare, she looked down. What she could see of her imprisoned nipple had been captured.
    “One down. One to go. Then you get your reward.”
    Water. At least I won’t die of thirst, today.
    If anything, the second clamp hurt more than the first. She sobbed but didn’t beg. Much as she hated seeing what had been done to her, she couldn’t tear her gaze off her distorted breasts. She’d never given them this much attention, never before thought of them as the core of her being. The solid chain swinging between them reminded her of how the hobbles had restricted her movement.
    “Before we get to my part of the bargain,” he said, “I want to demonstrate an added feature. I hope you’re in a position to pay attention because I find this particularly entertaining.”
    He was entertaining himself by causing her pain? What kind of animal was he?
    No, not just an animal but the man who’d claimed her body and changed her existence.
    Defeat all but blinded her. Fighting herself, she watched as he unhooked one side of the chain, pushed her breasts together, and refastened the chain near the middle so her breasts stayed that way.
    “Control.” He snapped the now taut chain with his forefinger. “It comes in many forms.”
    It was all too much, beyond her comprehension. The pain was horrible, but that was only part of it. Knowing she couldn’t do anything to bring herself relief weighed on her soul.
    Even when her parents were at their most fanatical, in their own way they’d loved her. They spanked her out of a warped sense of responsibility.
    In sharp contrast, she didn’t know why Master Damek was doing this. Yes, he’d hinted at a lifetime as a slave, but what, really, did that mean?
    And why?
    Reality must have slipped away from her because she was suddenly aware that he was no longer in front of her. He wouldn’t abandon her like this, would he? Please, not that! Not when she needed him.
    Afraid as she was of her surroundings, she was even more terrified of being left like this.
    The other naked woman had been tied to the sawhorse, her head’s movement restricted by a short chain running from her collar to the ground. Other than shivering, she couldn’t move. The pussy/ass harness was gone. The man—her master—stood behind her, a Hitachi wand inches from her exposed pussy.
    “Submit!” the trainer snapped and pressed the powerful vibrator against the woman’s sex. She bucked.
    Watching the woman struggle to lift her buttocks while moaning repeatedly, Willow recalled the night Mitch had shown her the Hitachi he said he’d bought for their mutual enjoyment. Despite his repeated requests, she hadn’t let him touch the imposing thing to her pussy. Just feeling it on her arm had left her with no doubt that she wasn’t up for such intense stimulation. Now, watching the helpless woman, she knew she wanted what was being