Things were going well in their little world, and Nick had very little reason to punish Hailey for the next few days. She dusted and cleaned, not complaining at her costumes, researched the Internet for other sexual techniques, and worked harder on her deep throating skills. A couple of times, Nick left her unsupervised, though bound, and this gave Hailey an idea.
So the next time she was alone, on the computer, she tried to access her email with a vague idea of letting people know that she was the prisoner of a madman. But even as she typed in her password, she knew that she had made a terrible mistake because Nick was right behind her. He was furious, but his anger was not hot and loud – it was a cold, controlled anger that was all the more effective.
"That will be punished, Hailey." His voice was quiet, but all the more frightening because of the lack of intonation, as was his use of her name.
The punishment was agony. Hailey was strapped down to a bench with her hands and ankles tied to a bar on top of the bench. Any apology she might have made was stifled by a bit gag in her mouth. Nick produced an electric prod and set it at its lowest power. But it still hurt unbearably, since he used it on her tenderest body parts – her nipples, clit, just outside her pussy, her navel and even between her rounded ass cheeks. After the first round and Hailey was shaking and sweating, he stopped.
"Obedience, slave. You keep forgetting that basic concept. And each time you forget, the relearning process will only get more painful."
He continued on another round – the unbelievable pain made Hailey black out for the first time during her punishments.
Nick watched her slumped body with real regret. He did not enjoy giving pain where the pleasure was not mutual, and with Hailey, the punishments seemed even harder. Resolutely shutting out the image of her pleading blue eyes, he bundled her up in thick canvas and took her to her next punishment.
