A firm hand and a loving manner.

Nick reaches over to the light pole and flicks the light switch off. Instantly, the room begins to cool. People begin to find places to sit; Lazlo and Freddy pulling two chairs over, Kate sitting on the floor next to Tommy, Kurt and Morgan throwing a blanket down, Graham and Elizabeth still together and watching like hawks. King Rick takes his seat again, the other three girls still kneeling expectantly. Even Cecil and his nasty friends are making a space to watch the scene. Nick reaches down and takes Pet's hand, pulling her upright and moving her toward the cross bars again. She goes willingly, raising her arms up toward the cuffs. There's confusion in her eyes when he stops her.

"Here are your rules for this scene, Pet." He steps in front of her, his eyes on hers. "First, you will call me Sir. Second, your safeword is Violet. If you say that at any point, I will immediately stop and make sure you are safe. If I ask you how you're feeling, you will answer me with a color. Green means you are okay and liking where we are going."

"Oh, come on," Rick laughs. "Want candles and some soft music, too?"

Looking over Pet's shoulder, Nick allows the monster to peek out for a moment. "If you speak again for any reason until this scene is done, I will push your teeth so far down your throat you will **** to **** before Elizabeth can help you." The tone of his voice is casual, but firm, making it clear he really means it. Even though he tries not to show it, there's actual fear on Rick's face. Looking back to Pet's pretty green eyes, he raises his hand up to the side of her face, running his fingers through her hair, pulling lightly. "You have the right to stop at any time for any reason, without any explanation. I want you to be fully honest with me at all times. Do you understand so far?"

"Yes, Sir," Pet answers, her lips damp.

"Green means you are okay, yellow that you are feeling some stress but willing to cautiously continue, and red means stop right now, no questions. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sir," she answers, standing stock still.

"We're going to find out just exactly how good you can be for me, Pet," he says, allowing a soft and friendly tone to work into his voice. "You will not cum without permission, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." The monster is watching, seeing the small hairs on her skin rise up, the flush of blood rushing to the surface of her skin, the look of sudden interest in her gaze. This isn't at all what she had expected, and it's intriguing her.

"Good girl, I knew you'd get it." Nick steps over and picks up a medium-sized leather flogger, nothing particularly threatening. He gives it a swish or two, back and forth, letting Pet see it move, letting her hear the rustle and creak of the leather. "Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes, Sir," Pet says, and he sees her tense, waiting for the impact. Instead, he moves around behind her, studying her back and shoulders, gauging where the welts and bruises are. She's taller than Tommy by an inch or two, her hips wider, her ass softer and rounder. Her breasts are large and full, the nipples firm and puffed up. Her pussy is shaved smooth, the lips closed and dry. He can make out red roots in her hair, which is long enough to grab, just down below her shoulders. He makes them all die their hair and look identical, Nick thinks. A quick glance at Mistress Anne confirms what he suspected; Rick turns his slaves into controllable versions of her. He files that for later. Aside from the welts and bruises, she's in great health; she's got muscle. He finds the spot at the base of her ass where he will hit her if he needs to, but the monster is telling him he may not even need to.

He moves closer to her, and reaches down, grabbing her left wrist and raising her arm to the side of the cross. "Hold on there," he tells her, and she immediately complies. He grabs her other wrist, lifting that arm as well. Testing her, he puts her hand beside the beam, but doesn't tell her what to do. She leaves her hand exactly where he put it, no effort to think ahead to what he might want. "Grip the bar there, Pet," he tells her, and again she instantly complies. Placing his foot behind her ankle, he pushes her feet slightly apart, just a few inches, enough to splay her hips open enough for him to be able to reach her ass and pussy. Without touching her there, he crouches down behind her, making a show of inspecting her most private parts. The inside of her thighs are unmarked; he smiles and notes another area he can use to punish her. But he's increasingly convinced he won't need to. The monster notes the flush on the inside of her thighs, the slight moisture beginning to build on her labia. Being exposed, on display, it's starting to reach her.

"You're doing very well so far, Pet," Nick says, catching a little ripple in her hips as she responds to the praise. Leaning in close to her, he loops the flogger around her front, just under her chin. Pulling upward gently, he raises her head so she's looking up, then slides the leather of the flogger down slowly, dragging it down across her chest and rubbing the rough surface against her stiffened nipples. Only he can hear the slight intake of breath, the uncontrolled arousal building. Pulling the flogger tight under her chest, he uses it to pull her back a step from the bars. That makes her bend slightly at the waist, splaying her legs out farther and making her crotch even more visible. He slides the flogger down over her belly now, watching the muscles twitch as the leather tickles and scratches her flesh. When he reaches the downturn of her mound, he pulls again, making her take another step back. Now she's holding her weight up, the position doable, but awkward. It's a stress position, making her body work against itself. When she holds it without complaint, he makes a gentle noise of approval. "Very good, Pet, very good."

She is fighting to hold still now, and to keep the position he's put her in. He knows if she's in the best shape, it will start to hurt within two or three minutes. He leaves her there, stepping back again, settling the flogger on the small of her back. Pet doesn't make a sound except for the slow in and out of her breathing. Behind them, Nick hears a zipper being opened, a small feminine moan from someone. His own cock is hard and aching, but this isn't about him. He draws the flogger down between her ask cheeks, letting the fronds skid along her labia. He can see her opening up now, dampening at the touch of the toy. "What color are you, Pet?" he asks.

"Green, Sir," she replies, need in her voice, some stress. He can see her upper arm muscles, where the majority of her weight is, quiver slightly, barely visible. Nick can hear Tommy and Kate whispering, and another feminine moan. He also hears Lazlo groan, and he looks back to see Freddy has slid back onto the floor and is unwrapping his Master's cock. Kurt has Morgan in his lap again, stroking under her panties, which are already dark with moisture.

Nick calls Pet's attention to the sounds. "Hear that, Pet?" he asks. "Everyone is really enjoying the show. You're making everybody so happy right now." He pulls the flogger back, then flicks it upward so the strands connect with her cunt, just hard enough to be felt without causing any pain. The motion makes her flinch for the first time, her arms beginning to shake slightly as she strains to obey him. "Do you like that, Pet? Knowing that people are watching you and fucking?"

"Yes, Sir," Pet moans, for the first time sounding frustrated. She's feeling the muscle burn now.

"Count down from 20, Pet, slowly," he instructs her.

Obediently, she begins to count. "Twenty, Sir," she says, then almost jumps out of her skin when he flicks the flogger up harder, right onto her clit.

"Continue, Pet," he commands her, and sees her body thrumming like a wire under tension. She obeys him, each time she counts almost jumping at the sudden contact of the flogger. Each time, he's hitting her just hard enough to draw her attention, to thrill her without quenching her.

"Oh, God," Tommy moans, watching a single wet drop of Pet's juices dribble down from her pussy and along her bare thigh. Pet is still counting, but her voice is beginning to sound distracted, like she's having trouble remembering what number she's on. When she reaches the last count, Pet is almost whimpering. It's more sound than Mistress Anne got out of her beating the shit out of her. It's not Anne's fault that didn't work; the monster has control of Pet now, and it's taking its time getting what it wants.

He moves back around to her front, catching her eyes. Her face is red with effort, but her eyes, her green eyes, they're in a different place entirely. He's got her in the right place, in subspace, and he can see she's feeling something she hasn't felt before. He brings the flogger up under her chin and brushes her cheek with it; she almost cuddles it like a cherished lover, her lids dropping as she goes away somewhere far away. "Perfect, Pet," he tells her, rubbing her face with both the flogger and his fingers. Over her shoulders, he can see Tommy and Kate, hands all over each other. Tommy's cock is hard and moist with Kate's lipstick; Tommy's fingers are thrusting in and out of Kate who moves over enough to allow Tara to slide down beside them. "The others are fucking, watching you, Pet," he whispers right into her ear.

She tenses, a look of surprise on her face. "Please, Sir, may I cum?" she whimpers, loud enough the whole room can hear it. Rick sits up, pissed and angry, too afraid to speak. Nick slides the flogger down her chest from the front, and under her.

"No, Pet," he says, chuckling. "Turn around, and kneel facing the crowd. Legs spread as far as you can so everyone can see how pretty your pussy is."

She hurries into position, deep inhalations. She's so hot she's incandescent, and all eyes are her. May has pushed Barron down onto the floor and straddled him, rocking back and forth on his cock, gasping as she works them both. In her new position, Pet can see the whole room, the couples rutting as they watch her, too. She actually shudders this time, holding her legs as wide as she can, her fingers digging into the flesh on the inside of her knees. When Nick steps back around to her side, she almost messes up, starting to turn her head toward his cock, her mouth opening. Just in time, she catches herself, and stills. As he bends down over her, he brings the flogger back between her hips, right by her pussy. Dragging the flogger up so it rubs against the entire surface of both her pussy lips and her clit, Nick makes another approving sound. "What's your colour, Pet?"

"Emerald, Sir," she answers, unable to keep the quiver out of her voice. She's so close he knows she'll cum when he gives her permission. Sure enough, when he gives her slit another few soft flicks, her eyes go wide again, and she stiffens. "Oh, oh, pleasesirmayicum?" she squeaks, starting to shake.

"Yes, Pet," he answers, stepping back. With a loud wail, Pet collapses forward onto her knees, her head falling forward as she presses downward, spasming as she cums harder than she's ever done before. Her orgasm tears through her in waves, so intense she crys out a second time. Shifting forward, he catches her weight, and gently lowers her the rest of the way, so she's laying flat on the floor, her head in his lap. He hears others in the room screaming and moaning as well, but for a few seconds, the only thing in the world is this lovely little redhead. The monster is sated again, even though Nick didn't cum himself. Reaching over, he grabs another one of the blankets, and wraps her in it, stroking her hair. "Good girl," he whispers, smiling down at her. In seconds, her breath is deep and even, sleep overtaking her exhausted body.