Free FrankenDom by Robin L. Rotham

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     be a hell of a lot worse than that.
    “Hello again, Colin.” Dirk swept the comb slowly up the side of Colin’s abdomen, skirting
     the light brown arrow of his chest hair. I couldn’t tell if it was touching him or
     not, but small pink sparks arced from comb teeth into his skin, and Colin and I both
     gasped.
    “Are you sure that’s safe?” I asked tremulously.
    Julian glared at me. “Was I unclear when I told you to be quiet, slave?”
    “No, but—”
    “Do you honestly believe I would endanger the health of anyone in my care?”
    “Not deliberately, no.”
    “You think I’m incompetent then,” he said stiffly.
    My eyes widened in alarm. “Of course not, Sir!”
    “There’s no of course about it, slave—either you trust me or you don’t. Or perhaps you’re back to thinking
     I’m a maniac?”
    I bit my lip. “I’m sorry, Sir. Of course I don’t think that. I’m just… I don’t want
     anything bad to happen to Colin.”
    “Why thank you, Rachel.”
    “However big an ass he is,” I added meanly, unwilling to let Colin make too much of
     my concern.
    He just grinned.
    “Your next assignment, slave—and those are beginning to pile up already, too, aren’t
     they?—will be to write one thousand-word research paper on the violet wand, due at
     breakfast one week from today.”
    I sighed. “Yes, Sir. I assume I’ll be given the code for internet access?”
    “Of course. But for now, just to set your mind at ease, the wand doesn’t send current
     through the body, just across the skin. Done right, it’s not the least bit dangerous.”
    Done right. Key words there. How would I know if it was done right?
    “Dirk,” Julian said in a silky tone, “perhaps the little slave would feel better about
     the wand if she experienced it for herself.”
    Dirk turned immediately, switching off the wand. “With pleasure, Sir.”
     
     

 

Chapter Six
     
    He returned to the case and switched out the glass comb head for a slender one with
     a flattened ball on the end. “The mushroom probe, I think, for her first time, ja ?”
    Probe? No. No probing.
    “That’s what I would start with,” Julian said agreeably.
    Appalled, I shrunk into the wall. “That’s okay, I’m sure Colin’s fine. He’s prob—probably
     used to it.”
    “He is,” Julian acknowledged. “In fact, not to put too fine a point on it, he’s addicted
     to it, aren’t you, fuckhole mine?”
    “Yes, Sir, I am.”
    Skipping over the fuckhole reference, I stared at Colin in the flickering dark. “Really? You enjoy it that much?”
    “Rachel, if I didn’t, he wouldn’t do it. Much,” he added with a grin.
    I glared at him. “Not helping.”
    Fully expecting him to start probing sensitive areas, I cringed when Dirk came close,
     but he drew the probe down my inner forearm, barely touching my skin. The effervescent
     sensation raised the hairs on my arms and made me shiver. It was like really dry champagne
     on my tongue, disappearing before I could even swallow.
    “There was no spark,” I said inanely.
    “There won’t be on a low setting,” Dirk said, “especially when the electrode is touching
     your skin. More power and a little distance would give you more bite.” He ran it slowly
     over my arms, my neck, my cheek… All I felt was the pleasant effervescent tingling.
    “Oh, Sir,” Colin groaned. Julian was typing something into the laptop, which was also
     connected to the e-stim unit, and I watched, mesmerized, as Colin stiffened and began
     to writhe gently, his cock bobbing.
    “There, that should keep him occupied while I help introduce my new slave to the pleasures
     of the wand,” Julian said, meandering toward me. “The e-stim unit has a microphone
     picking up the ambient sounds in the room—voices, the discharges from the coils—and
     he feels them in the output level. Louder sounds mean higher intensity for my fuckhole, don’t they, Colin ?”
    He shouted the last three words, and