He sees her ass, and decides that he will have it. She is utterly without protection. She believes herself, of course, completely safe, utterly secure. It would never even enter her mind that such a fool and bore as he would dare to even do so much as raise his voice to one such as she. She is now, of course, ignorant. She still thinks herself much above him. Little does she know that now, behind her, there stands a man freed of psychological shackles. She does not understand that she now has no more than the status of an attractive female animal before a large, strong, sex-starved, appetitious, predatory male. Did she know this she would scream for mercy. He looks after her. She has been arrogant and cruel to him. He will take his vengeance. He knows what he will do.

He laughs like a god, freed of chains.

She hesitates, but does not look back. Then, less certain of herself, she continues toward the water. Then, she stops again. She looks back. He regards her. She turns away, contemptuously again, and, once again her haughty, arrogant self, moves toward the water.

In an instant he is on her, felling her to her stomach on the sand, thrusting her head half under the sand. She lifts her head, gasping. Already, with his belt, her arms have been pinned to her side.

“What are you doing?” she screams.

“You are coming with me,” he informs her.

By the hair, bent over, arms pinned to her side, he takes her to the temple.

There, of course, he puts her through the rites of submission. There he makes her his slave. He strips her. He fastens her in the bolt-tightened wristlets and, by the windlass, lifts her some inches from the floor. He then, savagely, lays the whip to her. He stops when she has been sufficiently beaten. She has cried out, unable to help herself, startling herself and him, from the depths of her female subconscious, “Please stop! Please stop, Master!” In the next room he fastens her securely. She lies there, waiting for the iron to heat. When the iron is hot, he brands her slave. In the next room he puts her in a collar. In the next room he forces her to dance for him. In the next room, repeatedly and at length, he makes love to her. She responds to him as a slave girl to her master. She is completely conquered. Their relationship is completely transformed. She is to him now only a willing, eager, loving, obedient slave. In the deep femaleness of her she has been forced to recognize her natural master, man. When they leave the temple, she walks behind him, a conquered, loving slave girl behind her master.

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