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I held the gag to her lips. "Submit to the gag, witch. The dead must have their peace." Maryann opened her mouth and I gagged her tightly. I walked over to the brazier and examined the iron. It was red hot and glowing. Unlike the slavers in the Gor novels, I didn't think I'd be able to get the iron white hot without a bellows, but I was confident it would do. I turned toward Maryann. Maryann's eyes were the size of saucers and she was shaking uncontrollably. I saw her stomach starting to heave. I quickly returned the iron to the hibachi and went over to Maryann. It wouldn't do to have her vomit into her gag and choke to death. She'd probably haunt my house. I stroked her cheek and calmed her down, then I blindfolded her. I had wanted her to see herself being branded, but she was just too freaked. It was more important to keep control of the situation than to wring the last ounce of terror from Maryann. Even blindfolded, she would be sufficiently terrorized.
I waited until her breathing returned to near normal, then retrieved the iron. I was going to brand her on the left cheek of her ass. I wrapped my left arm firmly around her waist, then pressed the iron into her cheek. Maryann went rigid, then her entire body jerked, but I held on and kept the iron pressed into her for a good 10 seconds. I had thought she would faint, but she didn't, so I knocked her out with the stun gun. I unchained her and laid her face down on the floor. The brand was nicely centered and clean. I had branded her with the same phony symbol that I had put on the books I had sold her.