The distant walls were expanding even further, retreating into gray as the world beyond the weight bench steadily removed itself.
Slave felt his body struggling, his wrists wrenching against the cuffs, his upper half wriggling impotently beneath his Mistress.
Some failsafe deep in his genes commanded this, but the proof of his intractable captivity was only slightly more affecting than the crazed calisthenics of the wild naked woman so energetically having her way with him.
Both stimuli were equally terrible and arousing, each so evocative of the pure loss of control at the heart of his bone-deep, self-destructive desires that they alone stayed with him, however dimly, throughout the continuous and progressive loss of his upper cognitive faculties. Everything else but the most urgent
