Page 83 of Volatile Waters

Handlers gathered at the door. Valerie saw them and backed away, blindly searching for me behind her. Once she reached me, she gripped at my thighs. I had no pity for her fear because she was keeping me from my prize, my Fire. So, I pushed her forward then, face first, against a training wall, grasped a wrist, and locked it above her head.

Onlookers chuckled.

Valerie didn’t fight me but sounded very confused and somewhat alarmed. “Y-Yury, p-please stop.”

Grabbing her other wrist, I told her, “It is Master now. Say it.”

“Y-Yury—”

“Master!” I locked her wrist above her head in a handcuff bolted to the wall.

Panting fear against the cold concrete blocks, she said, “M-Master, what are you going to do?”

“Treat you as you should have been treated.” Admiring her ass, I squatted and locked both ankles to the remaining cuffs, spreading her legs apart. “Like the slave you are.” Then I retrieved a leather whip from the wall. “Your disobedience is exhausting.”

“Y-Yury—”

Whack! I struck her backside.

Her knees gave as she screamed. Hanging from her wrist, she cried, “I’m sorry!”

Whack! I struck her ass again, enjoying how it wiggled.

“Oh, God! Stop!”

Whack! I tapped that butt again, then readjusted my growing erection.

About to strike it again, I stopped when Kirill barreled through the horny bystanders. His hair was still damp from his shower. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Kirill!” screamed his girl, believing my torture would end, but when Kirill got a long gander at the red marks on her ass, his eyes rolled back in his head like a shark before it attacks.

When he focused again, he slowly prowled forward. I started laughing, telling Valerie, “It looks like your boyfriend is about to fuck some sense into you.”

Back on her feet, Valerie began to struggle, trying to break free of her entrapment. “Kirill, don’t you dare, you bastard.”

He dared. His hand appeared so large against her perky little ass as he tenderly touched it. “Shh, my little pet.”

“I ain’t your fucking pet!”

His clothed penis gyrated against her butt. “Seeing you like this is making me realize a pet is exactly what I want you to be.”

“Stop this!” She growled, “Get off me.”

His eyes drifted shut, and he nodded behind her while smelling her hair. “Yes. Fight me.” Then he told me, “Have someone fetch a robe.”

Laughter burst from me again. “Oh, Valerie. I think you should have let me continue to whip you.” I head-gestured to a handler. “Robe. We are getting a show.”

Valerie rambled on but was ignored by all. Kirill stripped, his eyes locked on his prey while everyone gathered around. He was breathing heavily and totally ramped to fuck Valerie, audience or not, but already robed, Adrian entered, asking, “We are filming with Valerie? I thought it was with the new delivery.”

Kirill actually pouted. His shoulders caved. “No. There is another one today?”

“What?” shrieked a tied-up Valerie. “Another one? You already fucked someone today?”

Again, she was ignored.

I shook my head. “That’s right. I got distracted, and I need my own pet to witness the introduction.” It was an effective way of scaring the hell out of a trainee. After witnessing a brutal rape, they tended to be willing to do anything to avoid becoming a victim themselves.

“I’m not a fucking pet!”

Kirill smacked her ass cheek then reached around Valerie’s thigh and slid his hand over her mound while casually telling us, “Okay, I can’t fuck three times in twenty minutes.” He slid fingers inside Valerie. “Let me get her off, then I’ll join Adrian.”

I gestured to his busy hand. “How is you giving into her whim ever going to teach her obedience?”

“I’ll take care of my woman. You go deal with yours.”

Due to my frustration with Wolf, my voice dropped octaves. “Fire is a slave. That’s it.” Then I stormed out of the room.

Valerie was yelling out demands for Kirill to stop fingering her, but as I collected my folding chair and headed to Fire’s room, she was already moaning through a forced release.

Onlookers cheered.