Kyon delivered a blasting knee strike right to her stomach. Juno felt her body slacken; she went all limp and slowly slid down his leg, closing her eyes in pain. Her disheveled hair scattered across the floor, like the first rays of the morning sun.

Kyon squatted down, gently stroked her cheek, then leaned over her shoulder, his lips hovering by her delicate ear and almost kindly asked:

«Why are you so silent? Maybe you like the pain? You are even more disgusting and messed-up than I thought you were.»

She was still out of breath when he heard her shaking but no less firm voice:

«You are no master of mine and will never be... You were born a slave and you will die a slave.»

Kyon was standing with a smirk on his face. Her stubbornness pleased and irritated him at the same time.

«Alright then let's continue our entertaining game.»

The guy pinned her arms in a viselike grip. The pain had to be very intense, it had to be giving her h.e.l.l.

The girl cried out at once, writhing in agony, her voice rising to a screech:

«Аа-а-а-а-а-h! It hu-u-u-urts! Stop it, please! I… I will give anything you ask for, just stop it!»

Kyon appreciated her pleasant voice in pain; it watered the desert of his hatred with a refres.h.i.+ng shower of satisfaction.

«When I saw you for the first time, I had no idea what you really were like. But that's my own fault, I have to remind myself every time that appearance is deceptive. And since you think that you can treat people like punching bags, what is stopping me from doing likewise?» – when he finished, he violently increased the painful grip to the extent that even the slightest movement of his hands could easily break her joint.

Juno was in such severe pain that she nearly fainted. She never knew that pain could be so bad and unbearable. It was worse than a broken nail! She wouldn't wish it on her worst enemy! She swore to herself that she would destroy that dirtbag at any cost. As for the other slaves, she'd beaten to death, the young lady did not care about them. She was raised like that, and it wasn't the kind of thing that could be knocked out of her mind even by the most sophisticated torture. A slave is a slave and nothing else.

The girl slowly opened her eyes. So far, after an hour of beatings and humiliations, not a drop of fear was displayed in them, but indescribable hatred and uncontrollable anger were abundant.

«You are just a perverted b.a.s.t.a.r.d who cannot understand one simple thing: you are a slave, I am the mistress, and this fact will not be changed by pain, or label, or even my death! If you want to kill me so be it, but then you will quickly go after me, and in the next world I will repay you properly for today's humiliation!»

Kyon chuckled wistfully at such a confident tirade and raised his eyebrows in surprise. Involuntarily, he even felt a rare admiration. Her reaction... That's it! The fine line between the normal and the incredible... She had just crossed it, challenging the one who had all the trump cards up his sleeve, who was entirely in control of both the situation and her soul. Wasn't it crazy? Laurel just adored in people everything that went beyond the normal. Although the necessary edge of madness still had to be captured, not every psycho would do.

{It seems that this little beast does not want to give in, it is even commendable... Such a precocious girl should be respected. It is a pity that her strict moral code is so disgusting and wrong.}

Kyon decided that she'd had enough of beating, besides he'd never had a vicious streak. It was time to change the strategy.

The guy hugged the girl sprawled on the floor by her slender waist, raised her with ease and delicately sat her down on the bed. He acted gently as if he was a caring father, and she was his beloved daughter, there was no more rage or anger on his face.

Juno felt chills running down her back, and his gentle touches made her sick. It was a sweeping change like he was a different person. She couldn't tell what the crazy freak was going to do to her that time.

Kyon kindly looked into her large and charming but full of hatred eyes, put his hand on her bare white knee, and then playfully purred straight into her ear:

«Nature has endowed you with beauty. Yegorka likes you very much, and I am sure it's hard to stay indifferent by your side. I heard that among high-born girls, virginity is as much important as honor, and honor is more precious than life. And you know what I just thought? I will take this "honor" from you! You dislike this development, do you? Well, then you know what to do so that your master does not hurry with his decision. On your knees!» – He said in a tone of command, gently sliding his hand over the girl's thigh right under her nightie.

Juno's heart almost stopped beating in terror, but she tried to keep calm and answered clearly and contemptuously:

«You can't even do that because you are d.a.m.n impotent, and for a reason! You don't fool me, you lying son of a b.i.t.c.h!»

Kyon squeezed his fists from the urge to strangle the impudent girl, but then a smile spread devilishly over his face. Beating does not work for her, right? Fine, then let's work backward. He roughly grabbed her little hand and put it right to his groin.

The girl felt something hard, immediately realized what it was, and screamed in disgust.

«No! NO-O-O! That's impossible! How… Flitz, old dotard!» – She said the last words bitterly. The old man didn't only impose a defective formation, he even injected an overdue evilball, old dummy.

Kyon chuckled with inner satisfaction, his grin was somewhat dirty, and then put his hand on her knee again. It was a different story - she was no longer calm, all trembling in fear for her innocence.

«They say young girls are quite sensitive for the first time. I can't say that my wiener is that big, but you might like it. Let's give it a try?»

Juno almost turned inside out. The mere thought that a slave would **** her discouraged her from existing in the world. Her whole body was covered with cold sweat, she was shaking as if someone had poured icy water on her. If she were raped, she'd cease to be Juno, she'd disappear... The first timid thoughts appeared in her mind, they whispered in a nasty voice to swallow her dignity and kneel before the "master," but then it thundered in her head: "No way!", and the confidence instantly sobered her mind, forcing to recall the necessary and saving words.

The girl threw a disgusted look on the guy stroking her hand and replied with contempt:

«I dare you. Every time my grandfather meets me, he hugs me first and then scans my body, I have no idea why. If he finds out I've lost my virginity (and he will find it out!), you'll immediately be found and destroyed, no matter how skillfully you hide. There's no doubt about it!»

A harsh but calm tone of voice, irresistibly logical arguments, and a sea of ​​hidden desire to kill him. Amazing! The little beast had suppressed her urge to surrender so stubbornly and successfully as well that it couldn't but cause admiration for such a bizarre and abnormal persistence. Ony, his hatred didn't disappear because of the emotion overwhelming him and will not disappear, not ever.

The guy's face lit another dirty smile, he sat down by the immobile girl and put his hand directly on her soft tight b.u.t.t cheek, whispering insinuatingly in the tone of a renowned womanizer:

«Well... You can do without a loss of virginity. Why should we get your beloved grandfather stressed?»

Juno shuddered with her whole body as if death itself had touched her. How could she not guess what the corny slave had on his mind? No, if the dirty sc.u.m did anything of the kind, it would definitely destroy her in every sense of the word. At the mere thought of that, she felt sick and dizzy. For her, a n.o.ble mistress, it was a hundred times worse than death to be raped there. And again her treacherous consciousness began to whisper ideas about the only option of salvation.

Kyon smiled sweetly, stroking her firm a.s.s and getting the understandable pleasure of it. The girl's emerald eyes glittered wet, she hid her frightened look and frowned thoughtfully. She took things like that much harder, harder than even a slave boy who knew that the dearest thing of his was about to be cut off. That's the mentality of dignity and n.o.bility.

Any well-bred woman who grew up in the heart of a high-ranked family will inevitably have high morality and honor. The ant.i.thesis of these qualities is l.u.s.t, voluptuousness, shame. They will affect her in an uncompromising poisonous way, eating away at everything that her personality stands on, all her self-confidence and faith in her n.o.bility and dignity, integrity, purity, and innocence.

He saw that the girl was noticeably in doubt and said quietly:

«I order, that is, allow you to move slowly and carefully, do not even think about doing something unexpected.» - how convenient it was, when he had the control panel of the former mistress, now he began to understand why such power could be so exciting and even corrupting.

When Juno received the order, she immediately jumped out of bed to stop him from pawing her and looked at him with the usual undisguised hatred, however, now mixed up with despair. Her pretty face had lost its color, and her lips said, barely moving and trembling:

«Promise you won't do this to me?»

«Scout's honor! I mean a slave's honor… I mean it's you who is a slave now… Anyway, I promise.»