Marcy nodded, but she was more confused than ever. His whole attitude toward her was changing. Where he had simply regarded her as a human guinea pig before, he had now turned cruel in a deliberate, more personal way. And for some inexplicable reason, the sting of his palm on her cheek had started a fresh bubbling of excitement deep in the pit of her quivering pussy.

"Since you wish to be used, I shall use you," Villiers said. "I shall direct my experimentation toward the full awakening of your masochistic soul. When I am through with you for this session, you will be a better woman, more fit for the experiences that lie ahead with other individuals."

"No," Marcy protested weakly. "I didn't come here to be treated this way. I agreed to take part in a series of specific experiments and…"

Villiers' fist lashed out, and exploded like a rocket in her face. Her head rocked back, striking the head of the bed, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"You will also recall that the document you signed relieves me of any and all responsibility for physical or emotional injury you may sustain, and requires you to participate in any experiment I see fit to conduct, no matter how ignominious, degrading, or painful it may be to you."

"But I…"

"No! No more talk! You will be quiet like a mouse, and we will both learn much about the whorish nature of your psyche."

"No – I'm a good girl," Marcy whimpered. "I'm a virgin – a virgin."

"Technically, yes," he agreed, "but deep inside you have always been a whore, and from now on you will be Dirk Villiers' whore. Do you understand? You sucked my cock of your own free will, and that has made you my thing."

Marcy nodded meekly. With the force of his blow still making her head ring, that seemed to make sense.