A stapler

Smiling, Jessica pulls a heavy-duty stapler from her desk drawer. Erin lets out a squeak. Did she realize, you wonder, just how far she was going to go?

"Erin?" Jessica asks. Erin stays silent. She doesn't answer. So Jessica addresses her by her real name. "Slut?" She says.

"Yes?" Erin answers.

"Do you want this?" Jessica's pale breasts heave up and down with anticipation. She wants to hurt Erin and badly. She's a mad-slut.

"Yes" Erin says barely audibly.

And Jessica puts the stapler away. "Pain is not getting what you want." She smiles.

"No! Please!" Erin runs up to Jessica and falls to her knees before her, lowering her head, completely offering submission. "Then I don't want it!" Jessica reaches over and pulls Erin's face back up by her hair. She studies her face. Erin goes on, her eyes wild, her body trembling. "Maybe I don't want it. Maybe I need it. Master's pleasure is my purpose. My pain gives him pleasure. I need to serve my purpose. I need to be his fuck pig, his pain pig, his complete and total..." Her words are cut off as Jessica slaps her face hard again, and she goes falling to the floor.

"Maybe I should get it." Jessica says proudly. Watching you're not sure what she's angling at. Does she have some master plan, or is she going rogue, fearing that Erin would surpass her in your eyes. "Maybe your punishment should be watching me serve your purpose instead of you." Jessica glances up at you.

Whatever she's thinking, she knows it's her place to let you decide.

And you're not sure how to decide. You're proud of her for going for the stapler. What painful depravity it could cause. The only question is, for whom?