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Part 6 of Him
The next month passed slowly with each of us falling into a routine. At
first I thought I was too demanding. He was never able to complete his
sets with the moving of the stones. I would beat him with the whip until
he bleed and still he failed me, but god how I loved it. It was hard for
me to stop once the beatings started and I would always use him afterwards to
get myself off. It took almost three weeks for him to complete a set of
six without any beatings from me. It was at this point I decided to
attack his psychological side. I started instructing him in the art of
pleasuring the female.
He had to start while still wearing the ring gag; he still had a week left
before it was due to come off. He was very inexperienced with using his
tongue to pleasure a woman and this inexperience was compounded by the
awkwardness of the ring gag. It was hard for him to manipulate his tongue
to pleasure me correctly. I would whip him while I held his head between
my legs when he was not doing things right. It was very frustrating for
me. I would give up and throw him on his back and ride his sheath
covered, chastity poled penis to orgasm, and then it was frustrating for him.
*****
The first time She left
me with the set of stones, I was close to despair. The lack of food and
exercise had made me weak and on my knees I could hardly put any leverage
against the stones. In the process, my knees got grazed but the spiked blocks
on my feet and the hobble chain gave me no respite. I was exhausted and had
made little progress when She reappeared. She descended on me like a fury, her
whip first reddening my flesh, then ripping it, streaks of blood running down
my bottom. I begged for mercy but the ring gag made my sound intelligible and
my cries only seemed to incite her. I fell down and raised my arms over my head
to protect myself while her whip and boots descended on me. I heard Her panting
and shouting abuse at me, that I am worthless, a lazy pig, a stubborn ass -
over and over again. But at the moment that I thought that She would never
stop, She stooped over me and hauled me up by forcing Her fingers down the ring
gag. Before I knew what hit me, She forced the dildo down my throat, painfully
suppressing my bloated and blistered tongue until I gagged. Violently She
grabbed my ears and head and rode the dildo until She climaxed loudly. When
done, She rubbed Herself over my face then removed the used end of the dildo
inside my mouth, pussy juice being smeared all over me, its taste pervasive in
my dry mouth…
Weeks passed before I
grew strong enough to complete the set, more out of despair than out of force.
Before that, She would beat me every day. My body was sore and broken and I
could hardly sleep of the pain at night and often sobbed silently in my misery.
But She did not show any mercy and Her delight at my suffering seemed only to
increase; for every time Her frenzy ended as She satisfied Herself violently on
me using the dildo stuck through the ring gag into my mouth. Once I completed
the set, I was not sure whether She would be pleased or not. I waited
anxiously, my knees rough and bleeding, my back, arms and shoulders aching from
the exercise. When She entered I looked at Her, partly out of curiosity, partly
in defiance. I saw Her just falter for a second before Her eyes bore down
predatorily on me and She forced Her crotch into my face to have me serve Her
orally. She scolded at me while She beat me incessantly to make me please Her
right. But it only broke my concentration and I could not move my tongue, which
felt as leather, as fast as She would. Frustrated, She kicked me in the balls
and pushed me over and rode Herself on my chastened dick, my body and mind
feeling numb with the pain and humiliation. The following days I was used in
the same manner whenever She came to check on my progress on the stones and
every night I felt sick with pain and rage…
*****
One morning I awoke from a very erotic dream in which I had several male sex
slaves. I was extremely horny and decided to tease my slave beyond all
limits. By this time he could complete his six sets of stone moving in a
short time. I admired the new hardness of his body. “I have a
reward for you today slave”, I told him with a bright teasing smile. “I’m
going to let you fuck me today because I need a man”, I giggled. I saw
his eyes brighten; he thought he was going to get to cum today. Who am I
to correct him? “You have to bring me to fifteen orgasms by 9:00
tonight. If you fail I will punish you. If you succeed I will
reward you”.
I was only wearing a robe that I let fall to the ground. The chill of the
basement and the anticipation of what was to come hardened my nipples. I
felt his eyes wander over my nude body but I ignored this disobedience since it
was just adding to his frustration. I forced him on his back on the cold
hard floor and mounted his sheathed cock. I was so horny and wet I slid
right in and started riding him hard. I felt his hips thrust upwards to
meet my downward thrusts. I smiled, as I knew he would try his best to
please me. It did not take me long to come and I sank my nails into his
shoulders as the wave of pleasure rolled over me. “Not too bad slave only
fourteen to go”. I swear I noticed a smile behind his ring gag.
*****
I was lying in my cell
in a semi-conscious state when She entered clad in a robe. She wants me to
satisfy Her, she said, at least fifteen times before 9 pm. She showed me Her
watch, the time being just after 8 am. She began to ride over my sheathed dick,
I thrust my body upwards to make her come. When She’d climaxed, she smiled and
I, suddenly overcome by the affection, return Her smile.
*****
I can’t believe how horny I still am. “That one was easy, from here on
out it will be harder”, I say to him as I remove the sheath. Before he
really could not feel me as we fuck, but now he’ll feel everything. I
stroke his chaste member, “I see we are already to go”. I hop on his
stretched cock and begin to ride him once more. Moans of pleasure emanate
through the ring gag. This time I take my time and ride him deep and
long. We are both sweating as the second climax hits me. I bite
down on one of his nipples, as the wave of this orgasm is long and slow.
He has a sharp in take of breath from the pain of my bite. As I dismount him I
swear I hear him whimper in frustration. “Thirteen more to go”, I say to
him in a singsong voice.
At orgasm number five I feel his efforts lessen. He seems to be
defeated. “What’s wrong slave, are you not ‘up’ to the challenge”, I
tease. He tries to plead with me to stop though his ring gag but all he
succeeds in doing is grossing me out with his drool and spit flying all
over. I shove the double-sided dildo into his gag and he gives a muffled
protest. I lay on top of him and start sucking the dildo protruding from
his mouth. This arouses him and he once again is thrusting his hips to
pleasure me. I cum but it is short and not very fulfilling. I need
to take a break. “I’ll be back sweets. Nine more to go”.
I take a long hot soothing shower. It felt so good and relaxing.
Part of me was sickened that I allowed that animal’s worthless dick inside of
me. That same dick that helped kill six women. I comfort myself
knowing the physical as well as psychological pain it was causing him. He
must be going out of his mind with lust from not cumming. Time to get
back to work.
He is still lying where I left him. His cock is an angry red and very raw
colour. I smile at the discomfort he must be in right now. “I’m
back tiger are you ready for number seven?” I see fright in his eyes, as
I stand straddled over his head. I slowly lower myself down on the dildo
and trap his head between my thighs. My mind drifts to the pleasant
thoughts of having this man at my disposal for my pleasure. The power of
this control is the greatest aphrodisiac. I reach up and pinch my nipples
as number seven hits.
A diabolical idea hits me for number eight. I straddle his head once more
impaling myself on the dildo, but this time I am facing his cock. I bend
down and take his tortured dick into my mouth as I fuck his mouth in a
perverted sixty-nine position. It’s too much for him to take and his body
shutters and tries to buck me off. I can feel his screams deep in my
pussy and this sets off the biggest orgasm of the day for me. How can I
receive such pleasure from this man’s torture? I dismount him and he is
still screaming. I don’t think he heard me when I said, “seven more to
go”.
I wait until he has calmed down. “You are a real stud. That was the
greatest fuck I ever had. We are going to try that again”. I see
him start to cry and shake his head violently from side to side. “What’s
wrong baby? Don’t you want to please me any more? Time is running
out and you still have seven to go”. He is still and allows me to mount
his face once more. His heavy sobs feel wonderful in my pussy. I
lean over and take his dick into my mouth and concentrate on giving him my best
blowjob. His body starts shaking again and he doubles his efforts to
throw my off. His attempts fail as my nails are sunk into his ass cheeks
and my thighs are like a vice around his head. I do believe I bringing
him on the edge of insanity as his screams fill my pussy like no cock ever
did. Number nine crashes all around me.
*****
I lost count of the
number of times She came on my chastened cock. The long times without relief
had made me sensitive but I could not get an erection and the feeling of Her
around my half-erect member drives me mad. My penis now was red and sore and
slowly my powers were draining from me and I could no longer muster the
strength to thrust my penis into Her. My failure only seemed to feed Her
perverted mind and She resorted to use the double-sided dildo again. She rode
hard on me, and I struggled, cried for mercy and fought for breath. She paid no
attention and continued to rape me, Her hands and nails wreaking havoc on my
flesh. When She put her mouth around my cock, the craving for the orgasm denied
to me nearly drove me mad.
*****
It takes almost four hours to get the next five orgasms. I really thought
I drove him insane after number nine and it took a long time for him to get
back in control of himself. Also as much as I was enjoying the challenge,
I had never come close to having fourteen orgasms in one day. I feared I
had bitten off more then I could handle. Then I got an idea. I went
up stairs and came back with a wall clock and mounted it low on one wall.
It read 8:50, which meant Nicolas had ten minutes to get me off. “As you
can see Nicolas you don’t have much time left. I want you to show me what
a stud you are and fuck me from behind for all you are worth”. I grabbed
the leash attached to his ball cuff and yanked hard on it. With much
effort he made it to his knees. I faced the clock on my hands and knees
and could see Nicolas in the mirror that hung next to the clock. A heavy
iron bar was griped in my hand in case he tried anything while my back was to
him. “What are you waiting for? Forget how to fuck a woman?”
He mounted me from behind. “Fuck me hard my little toy! Time is
running out.” I could see tears rolling down his face as he fucked me
good. He looked so funny trying to be a man with that dildo sticking out
of his mouth. He was making loud grunting sounds as he tried to thrust
deeper. It did the trick as I screamed to a climax. It was 9:02.
“Sorry stud, that was a real good fuck but you were a little too late”.
He dropped to the floor and curled into a fetal position and cried. I
left him there sobbing as I went for another shower. I was feeling great.
*****
Time has stopped to
exist when She fucked and fucked me on end. I yearned for the affection and Her
warmth to console me but I only felt degraded to be used for Her lust, without
any satisfaction coming to me. I was worn down and sore and my raging emotions
left me in tears in front of Her. And it enraged me that it only aroused Her
more…
14 orgasms I had given
Her so far and I am gutted. But She was not satisfied yet and I had to please
Her once more. In this dungeon time had grinded to a halt in the filthy
darkness in which I was wasting away but it was a cruel trick to learn I had
only 10 minutes left to give Her Her last climax. I sank on my raw knees when
She jerked at the leash attached to my balls, I lost my balance and landed
painfully on my belly and face. With difficulty I could raise myself and, laden
by Her scorn, enter Her from behind. I almost felt happy for the pole to keep
me erect. I was reluctant first, then increased the speed and thrust at Her
bidding. I pant heavily, my breathing hindered by the dildo that made me gag
and drool like an idiot. I was mad at Her. I felt ashamed to be used by Her in
this way and I have difficulty to keep the pace but Her body responds welcoming
to me and I almost would think that She would lower Her guard against me and
let me fuck Her for real. Unsuccessfully I tried to banish the thoughts from my
mind but how I’d fuck Her if I ever got the chance. She would pay for this and
I’d have every bit of Her used and wasted to get every ounce of satisfaction
and revenge out of her… I fucked Her hard but my efforts lessened when I felt
the cold sweat and dirt on my body, the grotesque swinging of the heavy dildo
in my mouth. But I could not falter, I had to keep pumping Her to get Her
satisfied. I groaned at the effort and I heard Her convulse and scream when the
climax hit Her, all Her studied dominance replaced by raw lust. How I’d love to
make Her pay for this all. But I was tired and my emotions in turmoil. I
collapse on the floor and sob silently to release the pent-up angst and
aggression from my system and partly in fear that She might punish me severely
for meeting the time limit. But apparently She was too distracted and mistook
my behaviour for weakness. She would learn She was mistaken all along in due
time…
*****
Freshly showered, I was back down stairs to take care of Nicolas. He was
sobbing still curled in a ball on the cold hard floor. I grabbed his
leashed and pulled on the ball cuff to get his full attention. “Enough,
time to prepare you for the night. On your feet and get over to the
toilet. We don’t want any ‘accidents’ tonight, now do we”? He sat
on the toilet and attempted to void himself. I stared at him knowing it
made it very difficult for him to go. I saw him sneaking a peek at me in
my silk robe but I let it slide. While he still sat on the toilet, I shoved
the feeding funnel through his ring gag and yanked his face upward. I
poured his evening’s meal down his throat. He has become very adept at
taking his meals; he is finished in no time and there is no spillage. I
pulled the funnel out and pulled on the ball cuff to make him stand. I
dragged him to the shower area and locked him in place. I scrubbed off
all my pussy juice that clung to his body with the stiff brush and cold
water. I dragged him to his cage and flung him in. He immediately
went to his subservient kneeling position trying to win my favour. As I
close the door behind me I hear him start to sob once more. What a day it
had been.
*****
I was still lying on the
floor when She returned. I looked at Her robe but She went on businesslike with
preparing me for the night. I felt embarrassed to relieve myself in front of
Her and to get the funnel thrust down my throat by Her and shivered incessantly
when She washes me with the ice-cold water. Once done, She flung me in the cage
and I kneel obediently, just to please Her. But I’d get back to Her for I am
upset after all She has done to me today. And I cry with silent rage when She
left me in the darkness for the night…
*****
The next morning I made some big changes to Nicolas. First I remove the
rod from his penis and check him for any damage. During my examination he
starts to get erect. I slap his cock good and hard. At the same
time I yank hard on his ball cuff. “You filthy pig! Can’t you show
a little self control?!” He bends over in pain and a muffled scream
escapes his gag. He is no longer erect. Next I extended his hobble
chain by two links. He would need the extra room since I am increasing
the weight of the stones. He has been moving the stones quite easily now
but I want to see more muscle and a flatter stomach. Finally I use a
special solvent on his feet to remove the wooden blocks. He is so
grateful he falls to my feet and starts licking my boots getting slobber all
over them. I had to kick him away. “You disgusting pig! Get
away from my leather boots!”
Wiping his drool from my boot, I realized I’m tired of the ring gag. It
has made his tongue worthless to me and I was tired of seeing all the
drool. I had him kneel at my feet and I removed the gag that has been in
place since the beginning. “No talking unless you want a different gag in
your mouth for the next ‘two’ months”. I see tears of joy silently roll
down his cheeks.
*****
When She woke me in the
morning She removed the chastity pole. The postponed climax clearly showed when
She touched me but She dealt sharply with that, hitting my cock and tearing at
my laden balls. Next, She lengthened the chain by two links for whatever reason
She had in mind and removed the wooden blocks. I stood uneasily on my released feet
and I could only thank Her for this. I fell to the floor and licked Her leather
boots, only to be kicked away like a dog, the bitch! But She seemed to be bored
with the ring gag for She removed it from my mouth and tears sprang to my eyes…
I’d almost feel grateful and I have to make myself remember that She is the one
who has brought this misery upon me. And She would pay for this as soon as I’d
get my chance…
*****
I pull him to his feet by the leash and drag him behind me to the door. I
would have him move the new 175-pound stone in to the apartment and remove the
fifty-pound stone. As I opened the door he kicked out and his feet caught
my square in the stomach. The force of the blow knocked my to the ground
and also knocked the wind out of me. He scrambled up the stairs only to
find a well-locked door. As I tried to regain my feet he was pounding in
frustration screaming at the door. He looked back and saw me appear at
the bottom of the stairs. I’m sure the rage that filled my eyes scared
him greatly. As I slowly ascended the stairs he threw himself at the door
trying to break the strong oak door down. He screamed for someone to help
him.
*****
She dragged me behind
Her towards the door. Would this be my chance to escape and to get back to Her?
As She turned for the door, I kicked Her in the chest as hard as the chain
allows me. I dashed through the corridor and up the flight of stairs only to
find the door securely locked. I pushed, hit it, screamed and hollered in rage
and frustration. And felt Her closing in behind me. I am mad with fear, so
close to my escape and unable to face Her wrath…
*****
I saw the leash dangling from his ball sac and grabbed it. I turned and
started down the stairs. When the leash grew taunt, I pulled on it with
all my strength not caring if I had ripped his nuts off of him. He
screamed in rage and pain as his body bounced past me on the stairs. He
was curled up in a ball at the foot of the steps by the time I got to the
bottom. He was crying hysterically but I was not sure if it was from pain
or frustration. I didn’t care. I kicked him several times with my
booted feet. He howled in pain. I turned him over and sat heavily
on his chest. With one hand I grabbed a handful of hair and with the
other I slapped his face. “How dare you do this after I had just shown
you some mercy!” After a few more slaps I stood up and jerked the leash
hard. He screamed in pain; it was music to my ears. “On your feet
you stupid fuck!” I pulled him fast to the cart where the heavy stone
waited. I tied the leash to the cart and made him start pulling the cart
with the leash and his already painful balls. I struck him on his back
with my whip, “lets go you dumb animal. Move this stone!
Mush!” My whip struck him several times before the cart started
rolling. I decided to jump on the cart for the ride. Again I struck
him with the whip, “mush! Mush, you dog!” He was screaming in pain
but we were making progress and getting closer to the exercise area.
*****
Sharp pain spread from
my balls to my abdomen when She grabbed the leash and hauled me down the
stairs. I tumbled past Her, hitting my head, body and limbs on the steps. I
cried in pain and frustration but there was no time to order my thoughts as Her
boots rained down on to me, into my back, against my chin and head, my back, my
bum and into my crotch. I hollered in pain. She turned me over and climbed on
me. I was unable to do anything and I feared what my punishment would be once I
looked into the rage burning in Her eyes. She slapped my face hard with both
hands and yelled at me angrily. She nearly tore my balls off with the cuff and
leash. I broke down and cried in pain and fear and I could only accept my
subjugation by Her then…
My defenceless position
seemed to appease Her to some extent and She got me on my feet. I was dragged
towards a low cart on which a heavier stone was lying. She hooked me up to the
cart and ordered me to drag it inside. The cart was heavy and difficult to put
it into motion but She made it all the more difficult when She jumped on the
cart. She shouted at me, beating my back into pulp with Her whip to get moving.
I cried and sobbed in pain and felt my balls and scrotum being reduced to a
black and raw mess when I pulled Her and the stone towards the exercise area.
*****
As we drew close to where the rock was to be placed, I let out a whoa followed
by a laugh. “Now exchange this stone for the small stone and place the
small stone on the cart.” He sobbed the whole time he did this. I
had him pull me and the stone back out. My whip stripped his back and his balls
stayed an angry purple even after the pulling was done.
I dragged
him back into the apartment and forced him into the stocks attached to the wall.
It was time to take care of his hobble chain.
*****
She had me unload the
stone and drag the smaller one out of the room. My back was torn and ripped to
pieces, my balls felt crushed and swollen when She released the cuff from the
cart after which I was dragged into the apartment and confined in stocks.
*****
I removed the chain all together and attached a spreader-bar to his
ankles. In the middle of the bar was a length of chain attached by a
fixed ring. I attached the other end of the chain to his ball cuff.
He needed to bend his knees slightly to take the pressure off his balls.
I release him from the stocks and he has trouble standing let alone
walking. “You will never kick me again”. I drag him over to his cage
but he trips and falls causing him to cry out in pain. I show him no pity
and kick him repeatedly until he is in his cage. I lock the door and
leave. “Goodnight and pleasant dreams sweetie”, I chuckle as I turn out
the lights and shut the door.
*****
She replaced the chain
by a rigid bar that is linked to cuffs placed around my ankles. A chain
connected the bar to the cuff around my balls, which was just too short to
allow me to relax my legs; the only way I could take the pressure from my balls
was by bending my knees slightly. I could only scuffle towards the cage and
when She drags me forward I tripped and I cried out in agony. But She just
kicks me into the cage, me crawling frantically on my knees and arms to get out
of Her reach. My skin was raw and torn, my legs already cramping and my
shoulders and back stiff with the bruises and dried blood, the welts throbbing
and stinging… As the lights died, I realised how stupid I had been. There is no
way I could move that stone in the state I was in. I should have had a better
plan to escape and not have acted so rashly. At least I had some freedom; my
jaw still hurt and my soles were raw but at least the damned ring gag and
blocks had gone. But the spreader bar left me little freedom of movement and I
could not move my legs without ripping of my balls. In the dark, I begun to cry
again out of self-pity but I needed to be strong and regain my strength. But I
could not help to sob silently while I tossed to accommodate the strain put on
my legs and balls by the spreader bar. As a result my sleep was erratic, dark
spots of uneasy slumber interspersed with darker nightmares of that leather
clad bitch that were only broken by ice-cold moments of sharp pain when I
inadvertently moved my legs….
*****
It is time to move onto the next stage of Nicolas’ training. Over the
Internet I order a very nice wrought iron bed. I intend to set it up in
the apartment. Today is the scheduled delivery date for the bed so I must
prepare Nicolas before the bed is delivered. I am dressed in a
comfortable tee shirt and jeans. Nicolas looks in bad shape when I turn
on the lights and go over to the cage. His eyes look cloudy and
bloodshot. “What’s wrong baby? Trouble sleeping with your new
accessories?” I open the cage and take up the leash. I lead him
over to the wall with the stocks slowly so he won’t fall. Its not that
I’m taking pity on him, it will be easier for me not to upset him too
much. I secure him in the stocks and use the torso straps so he can’t
move at all. Next I bring a penis gag over to him and he keeps his mouth
clamped shut when he sees it. “You can make this easy for me or fun but
either way you will be wearing this gag when I’m through.” He hesitates
but relents and opens his mouth wide. “Oh baby you are no fun”, I mock
disappointedly. The large black rubber penis fills his mouth and I
secured it tightly to his head. I finish off his bondage with a
blindfold, “there now you are ready for my company that will be here
soon.” I see him shake in fear not knowing what I meant by that
remark. I leave him hanging on the wall and secure the apartment door.
*****
After the restless sleep
I was woken by Her. She looked fresh and rested, my body felt more ruined than
ever and Her demands the day before had drained me of all energy. I was dragged
out of the cage and locked into the stocks on the wall. She used straps to
secure me further and forced a large penis gag down my throat. I was too tired
to resist and obeyed Her meekly. A blindfold was placed on me, barring out the
harsh light in the cellar. As She left, her Parthian shot that there would be
company soon hit me hard and left me very distressed…
*****
About an hour past before the deliverymen came with the bed. One of the
delivery guys was older and heavy but the other was young and very good looking
and I found myself fantasising about making him my sex slave. My face
reddened as I caught myself thinking of ways to lure the young man back another
day. I instructed the men to take the bed down into the basement.
They offered to put it together but I politely declined their offer saying that
it was just being stored in the basement temporarily.
Nicolas heard the strangers descend the basement stairs. He could tell
there were at least two men. Fear gripped him as he thought she was going
to use him to service the men sexually. He soon realized this was not the
case and started to struggle mightily in his bonds. He screamed as loud
as he could into the penis gag but could generate no real noise. He was
bound so tightly he barely moved but he strained with all his strength thinking
these men could rescue him. Soon though their voices faded and he knew
they never heard him. He began to weep.
After I tip the men and thank them for their service, I go to let Nicolas out
of his bondage. I find him weeping and covered with sweat. “Poor
baby couldn’t get the nice men’s attention? Maybe if you did they might
have liked to use your sweet virgin ass”, I tease him. I release him from
the wall and have him bring all the bed parts into the apartment. I tell
him the floor is no place for a respectable lady like myself to get
fucked. So I needed the comfort of the bed. “This bed will not be
for you. Animals sleep in cages not nice comfy beds. Today you must
put this bed together and do a set of stone moving. Once the bed is put
together you will be responsible to keep clean fresh sheets on it. You
will hand wash the sheets and soon I will have an electric clothes dryer
delivered so you can dry the sheets. Maybe the same men will deliver the
dryer and I can let them fuck you for their tip.” Anger flashes in his
eyes as they lock with mine. I back hand him hard in the face, “forget
your lessons so soon?” His eyes drop to the floor as tears roll down his
cheeks. “Get to work!” I turn and leave him to his tasks.
*****
I heard the noise of
people entering the basement, apparently hauling something heavy. Would they be
in this together with Her? If they would be, I’d have nothing to lose, if not
it may be my salvation. I tried to shout and to make noise to get their
attention but I could not make any sound with gag in my mouth and my body is
strictly confined. I was too tired to fight and I could not help that I started
to sweat profusely from the exercise despite the chill in the basement. I heard
them bustling around for a short while, then leave and I knew I would not be
saved and wept quietly when She returned…
She mocked me before
releasing me. She ordered me to drag a heavy, wrought-iron bed into the cell
and assemble it for Her benefit so She’d have a proper place to fuck me. She
instructed me to make the bed and keep it ready for Her always. And to move
that monster of a stone... All laundry I’d have to do by hand and that She’d
have a dryer delivered. When She said She’d offer me to the delivery men to be
raped I felt the anger and disbelief grow in me and I looked angrily into Her
eyes. She let no time pass to tell me off and slapped my face hard. I cast my
eyes down and sob… I set about on my tasks as soon as She has left the room and
kneel in despair to move the stone…
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