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"Not like this, but yes. I have played dominance games with lovers and whores, but never had a real slave, one that could not say 'no'". "Don't you care how I feel?" "Of course I do. How you feel is the MOST important thing. Without your fear, pain, and humiliation, this wouldn't be any fun at all. If you are not unhappy, then its time to make things worse." She thought on this awhile, while struggling with his jaw line. "But why?"
"Because it makes my dick hard to see you cry, you fool. Power is a turn-on. Don't ask such silly questions." How could men enjoy being so cruel? And did it really turn him on so much? Though the day before was a blur of hundreds of cocks laying siege to her body, she did not remember him using her, at least not after that first rape. She was pretty sure they had all used her then. She offered herself to him often, as she had to all of them, but, thinking about it, she was quite certain he had always declined.