CHAPTER THIRTEEN
For the next week, the branded Randi was lost in subspace heaven. Knocked around. f****d. Beaten, abused. A mindless stupor gathered around her brain. She heard the whirring of cameras, always there, somewhere in the back of her mind. She thought about the fact of her slave life recorded in every lowly nuance, the meals eaten like an animal, the invasion of the camera in the bathroom, the sessions of pain and the wild grinding climax, f*****g the steady Iago and the cocky Nino. Nino liked her ass and mouth. Iago wanted her p***y and he used his mouth, his c**k and his hands to bring her off. No question there, she always loved him best – though a very strange love it was. Even when he beat her, she justified it in her brain. He had the right to, more than Deacon did, even
