Next time stuff something in her mouth if she screams”. “So what else did you do to her? She better be alive when I come back.” I had to laugh. ...��Nothing much Ash. Why should I beat her? She is sweet and obedient. It will be shame to get scars on her nice pale skin.” “Well Brad. You have to toughen yourself up a little. It’s good for the slaves to beat them once in a while, even if they didn’t do any mischief. It eliminates any tiny fragment of independence they might develop over time. It also. ’ Realization dawned. No matter what I did, I would have done something wrong, and Master would have to punish me. He would be tough. That was my warning that this wouldn’t be just a game. It was all the warning I got. ‘I’ll decide on your punishment later. Right now, I want to test you out to see how you perform as a slave. He opened the bag and pulled something out. ‘I’ve always wanted a dog. Let’s see if you can be a good dog for me.’ The object was a dog collar, a big one, like for. " It was pounding away at over ninety beats already. "Begin walking. Faster. Good. Watch the figure. See it rising? One hundred. One ten. One twenty. Good."She was showing signs of getting short of breath."Slow a little now. Keep under one thirty, but over one twenty, okay? Doing good there."The figure dipped below one twenty and he took a handful of her buttock. "Come on, Zero Seven, step out a bit." She'd speeded up when she felt his hand on her anyway and glanced round a puzzled expression. Ms. Booker fixed me with a piercing look and then retrieved a pair of sugar packets from her desk. As she made the necessary correction to her cup of java, my eyes were drawn to a familiar looking document on her desk. It was my first draft of the legal analysis of the Carson merger. The work was a tall order for a first-year intern like myself, and apparently my efforts had failed to measure up. The top sheet was a bloodbath of red ink, promising additional carnage on the following pages. I.