She looked at the balls, a mix of fear and hope spreading in her eyes before she nodded. His cock pistoning in and out of her over and over. He watched her naked form, breathing deeply, desperately clawing at the idea of sleep, while the headphones attached to her ears blocked off all noise. Cutting some tape loose, he used it to wrench her eyes open, taking notice as they lulled around inside, not tracking anything. “Down two, one last ball and you give up everything little slut.”
That word, Slut. Your whole life spent as a cocksucking failure.”
He pulled out a three small metal balls, and began rolling them around in his hands. “Wrong answer, slut.” He hissed again, grabbing one arm he spun her painfully onto her stomach, her legs twisting, and forcing her onto her knees. This type of conditioning wasn’t perfect, he knew, and it would take several, sessions, as he was thinking of calling them, before he got exactly what he wanted.
