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by Candace Smith
Sabra and her friends were prisoners – again, used and abused by men convinced that it was their right and their duty to control and punish women for their own good. Whipped, bound, sexually assaulted and in pain, Sabra cannot understand why such treatment arouses her. She must escape, and yet it seems inevitable that fleeing from one group will only lead to capture by another, sooner or later.
The plague that wiped out most of the world’s population had an unexpected effect on the few for whom it did not prove fatal. For men, their male characteristics were enhanced, both physical and mental. The desire to have women under their control became overpowering, and their urges would not be denied. For women, the changes were far more subtle…
Published: 4 / 2010 No. words: 35300
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Strong BDSM Content, Male Dom – M/F, Sex Slavery / Training 
The man gave a low chuckle, tossed his hat on the sofa across from him and ran his fingers through his hair before addressing her again. “We actually had some nurse tell us all about how different levels of this or that were enhanced or multiplied by the epidemic. She offered to try to help us balance or offset the condition.”
Sabra thought of Jocelyn’s discovery and wondered if the man was open to a suggestion of trying, until he said, “She is now on her knees by her master like she should be, and she doesn’t try to tell us how she wants to turn us back into the castrated geldings we were before this new order.”
“You will be serving my needs and desires, just as women were meant to do before they decided to try to grow balls and put themselves in a fantasy world of equality with us. The fact that you are bound and standing before me should assure you of our superiority.”
Sabra began to back up and shake her head. The man’s words were insane… completely insane… and yet, she felt a twinge low in her belly. It scared her, because she recognized it as the first stirring of arousal she had experienced since the early months after the epidemic when she still missed the comfort of a man.
“Stand still,” he thundered. “I did not give you permission to move.”
Sabra’s eyes searched wildly around the room for escape as she kept backing away. He quickly stormed over to her and gripped the leash just under her throat. “You have earned a fourth punishment.” He felt the masterful swelling of his organ as she trembled harder and her green eyes filled with liquid fear.
His free hand reached around her back and pulled the securing lace loose from her wrist cuffs. Sabra’s arms swung to the front, and she attempted to pry his fingers off the leash to push him away. He tightened his grip and lifted her to her toes. “Put your hands at your sides, slave.” His smile was contemptuous as his eyes challenged her to dispute his claim.
The collar was choking her, and after a couple more futile attempts to get him to release the leash, she dropped her arms down to her sides. “There are very few rules. Acknowledge me as your Master; make your only desire to please me, and obey me.” He stared into her terrified face and was almost throbbing with the need to spread her over the desk and thrust into her. “Three rules. You have been told what they are, and any infraction will result in punishment.” He released her collar and sat back in his chair, while Sabra stared at him in mute horror.
“Strip. Let me see my new possession.” His eyes pierced her through the shadow of the room, and she remained frightened and immobile. A smile lifted the corner of his mouth as he said, “That will be your fifth punishment. I think I’m going to enjoy training you.”
