Fallen Daughters: A Dark Romance

by Alta Hensley

  I whimpered at the thought. “Why does he do this?”

  “Because he can.”

  “So why do you? Because you can as well?”

  He moved the dildo in and out in a slow and steady pace. I felt electric shocks run along every nerve inside my body, and although I didn’t necessarily want this to continue, I didn’t exactly hate it either. My pussy pulsated with each movement, and I knew if I started to gyrate my hips and rub my clit against the coarse fabric of the towel that still was beneath me, it was very likely I could reach completion. A completion I had only been able to reach with my own sinful hands in the darkness of my own bed back home.

  “My reasons for doing this have changed,” he said softly, never ceasing in the thrusting.

  “What were they to begin with?” I asked, trying to keep my mind off the pleasure and the pain of confusion that erupted in my backside. “Your reasons?” I couldn’t imagine a decent man ever wanting to be in a position of such atrocity.

  “I thought I could help. I thought I could learn enough to take this all down. To destroy this empire,” he confessed. He paused the action of the dildo but kept the tool inside. “I was once part of a resistance. Not a powerful one, but ambitious nonetheless. I was to come in and become a trainer. Get close to the enemy.”

  He sounded so sad as he told the story. I didn’t want to say a word, scared he would stop.

  “It was foolish of me. All it did was get a lot of people killed. It gave the resistance false hope that they could win.” He took a deep breath. “They were so fucking wrong.”

  “But why stay?” I asked, realizing there was so much more to this man.

  He pulled out the dildo slowly and stood up. I turned my head and watched him walk to the bathroom silently. I was too afraid to leave my position. He seemed like a different man since his moment of rage, but I still remembered it so well. He could just as easily go back to that and decide I needed to be beaten or fucked.

  He walked back into the room, reached under my arms, and pulled me up to the pillow and adjusted the blankets so they were covering me. Was he tucking me into bed? “You need sleep. Tomorrow is a long day.”

  “Loic?” I asked softly, looking up into his eyes as he pulled the blanket to my chin. “I’m confused. You confuse me. I don’t know who you are.”

  Sadness washed over his face, and I saw such pain in his eyes. “I don’t know who I am, either.”

  12

  Eden

  I wasn’t sure if it was the weight on the bed or just knowing that Loic was sitting beside me that woke me from my slumber. I had the best night’s sleep that I could remember. An insane fact considering I was being held captive as a sex slave by a crazed sadist and his hired trainers. But even as I opened my eyes to see Loic looking down on me, I still felt safe.

  I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I had fallen asleep almost instantly when Loic had tucked me into bed. I had no idea where he had slept. Looking toward the cot on the other side of the bed, I couldn’t tell. It was still made. Had he slept with me in the same bed as I did?

  “Today isn’t going to be easy,” he said softly. Again, he looked pained. “Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat before we go to the auditorium?”

  I shook my head. My stomach instantly constricted with the thought of what Pike would do. “Thank you, but no.”

  “Never thank me,” he said harshly.

  “Why?” Was he returning to the monster who threw me to the ground after my spanking and then urinated on me?

  “I don’t deserve it.” He stood up and walked to a collar and chain that rested on the table. “Go use the bathroom and then come out here. We are all supposed to be in the auditorium soon. I have to put this on you. Pike likes his beauties to be his little pets.” He said the last sentence with such disgust.

  I did as he asked and returned to the room and stood before him. I was still naked, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore. It was quite clear I would never wear clothes again. The sooner I got used to that, the better. This was my new life. Acceptance was my only hope of not completely losing my mind.

  Loic didn’t say anything but simply snapped the metal around my neck. He grabbed the handle of the chain that hung from the collar and led me out of the room.

  I could hear screams and cries as we walked down the hallway. Some other trainers and their slaves exited their rooms. Some of the slaves were able to walk as I did, and others had to crawl on their already destroyed hands and knees. I saw bloody lash marks on some women, battered faces, and bruises up and down their bodies. Comparing myself to them, I realized that my evening was nowhere as bad as theirs had been.

  “You did not beat me last night,” I whispered as we walked. “Other trainers beat their slaves.”

  He nodded but stared ahead.

  “You aren’t like them,” I said again. I had no idea why I would risk saying something that could force him to cause me bodily harm just to prove that he was indeed just as much the devil as any man on this compound, but I did.

  He nodded again. “There was a time I would have agreed.”

  “You hate this as much as I. So why?” I asked again, pushing him to see that there was indeed a light present.

  Was it thinking hopefully? We were all taught to never hope, but I think I was doing it anyway. Maybe, just maybe, Loic didn’t want this. Maybe there was a chance I could do the unspeakable and escape this place.

  “The hatred for this place has morphed into a darkness in my blood. It is who I am.”

  “But—”

  “Silence!” he snapped. “Focus on keeping yourself alive today. Pike will not hesitate to kill you. He doesn’t mind having sleeping beauties cast all around him. Don’t make him put you into a sleep you will never wake from.”

  Loic

  What the fuck was going on? I was a bastard, no doubt about that… but I stopped. She was right. I didn’t beat her. I didn’t fuck her. I should have. I fucking should have!

  But something stopped me.

  Her eyes. Her voice. Her pain.

  My memories of a man I once was… but no longer could hold on to.

  I had wanted to see the fear so goddamn badly that when I finally did, all I wanted to do was protect her. I wanted to do nothing more than to hold her, kiss her, tell her she was safe, and I wouldn’t let anyone harm her. But I couldn’t. That wasn’t the world we lived in. There was nothing I could do. I was just as helpless as she was.

  Last night had fucked with my head. She was supposed to sleep on the floor, shackled like an animal. I had no idea why I tucked her into bed like a sweet little princess. Hell, it took all my might not to kiss her forehead and wish her sweet dreams. What was next? Would I read her a goddamn fairytale?

  But as we walked into the auditorium, the fucking of my brain only got worse. I knew what Pike was going to do. He always did. This was his favorite way to scare all the women at once and show them what an asshole he truly was.

  A nice and tidy row of dildos sat lined up on a bench. I knew they were all bolted down since I had helped make the piece of shit contraption. Each girl would be required to sit down, force that large fake cock up her ass, and sit like that for the rest of the day. They would be forced to watch others get tortured and even killed. The sick ruler loved this so much, and he would laugh maniacally the entire time.

  My stomach coiled.

  I looked at Eden and could see that she knew what that bench of plastic dicks was for. She knew and yet she kept walking forward. She didn’t scream. She didn’t try to flee. She didn’t look at me and beg for help. No. Not Eden.

  She only marched forward to accept her fucked up fate.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered, hating that I was so damn weak. Where was the man I had once been? Where was the young soldier determined to kill Pike? Where the hell was he?

  As we approached the bench, she looked up at me. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. “Am I to sit on this?”

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  Others entered the room, and the cries and screams began. Trainers began forcing their slaves onto the bench. Howls of pain bounced off the walls and threatened to shatter the glass windows.

  “Go slow,” I whispered, trying to block out all the misery around me. “You took this size last night. You can do it.”

  She continued to stare at me as if she needed my gaze to give her strength. She too seemed to be blocking out all the chaos all around. She reached out her hands so I could steady her and give her balance as she eased herself down on the dildo.

  “Stop,” I said. “Put the cock in your pussy first. Get it slick with your juices. It will help ease it in your ass.”

  She paused—her eyes so fucking wide and beautiful—but then shifted her weight to do just that.

  She was a fucking virgin! Was I really going to let her lose her fucking cherry to a cruel sexual torture device? I couldn’t!

  I couldn’t!

  I was not a monster! Or at least, I wasn’t always. Where was that man? Had I completely destroyed him?

  I needed to die before I let this happen. She wouldn’t fight. She wouldn’t beg, not that it would do any good. So she needed me.

  I needed to fight for her!

  “Stop!” I said again, with enough force to startle her. I would throw myself down on a sword before I let her pierce her purity by such an evil creation.

  “What?” she whispered, confusion in those eyes that were slowly melting all the twisted roots that had been surrounding my heart. Twisted roots that no one had been able to penetrate before. Twisted roots that were meant to keep out any humanity, any goodness, and trap in all evil. Her innocent and broken-soul eyes slashed at those roots like a mighty dagger.

  “I’m going to put my hands around your neck,” I whispered into her ear, making it look as if I was threatening her. “I want you to struggle, gasp, and do whatever you can to make it appear like I am strangling you. You have to make it believable. If you don’t, we both die.”

  She nodded, but never said a word.

  Standing to my full height, I put my arms around her collared neck and nodded for her to begin. She let out a scream, then a gasp, some gagging, and allowed the tears to fall. She clawed at my hands. She writhed in fake pain. She acted like she was having the last breath stolen from her.

  “You will never say those words to me!” I boomed in my most menacing voice. “You are nothing but a worthless slave. Replaceable. You mean nothing! And I am going to show these slaves all around you what happens to beauties who dare call their trainers names!”

  She continued to struggle as I threw her down on the ground. When I did so, I pulled out the syringe that all trainers kept in their pockets to put beauties to sleep if we ever needed to, or chose to. I did it under the guise of her struggles, praying to a God that no longer existed that no one would see. I pricked her finger as I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered, “I will wake you. I will save you. You can trust me. Sleep, and know I will be there when you wake.”

  Her body ceased to struggle and she completely fell asleep. I just hoped her deep slumber would appear as death.

  “That’s right, bitch. Die!” I stood and flung her body over my shoulder as if she meant nothing to me at all, even though I knew she did. I was willing to risk my own life to save hers. To save her from the nightmare that had become her life.

  I glared at all the women who had stopped fighting out of fear. They had just watched one of their own be strangled right before their eyes. I hated that this act forced them all to give up their fight and submit to the awful act of sitting on the dildo, but I couldn’t save them all. I could only save my own sleeping beauty. It was all I could do… for now.

  I looked at one trainer and then another. “I’m taking this disgusting garbage and throwing her off the Cliff of Moher.” I turned toward the terrified slaves. “I’ll be back and take any others to do the same if you all don’t fucking listen to your trainers. They are your masters!” My booming voice resonated across the room, and I knew I had scared them all, which was my desired effect.

  With my heart beating harder than it ever had, and Eden’s sleeping body hanging over me, I walked out of the room. When I realized no one was stopping me, and no one was suspicious in the slightest, I kept walking. With long, confident strides, I exited the compound and headed to the cliff to dispose of the body. No one even raised one eyebrow at my real intent.

  I walked for miles, far past the cliff. I walked as far away from Pike’s compound as I could. I all but ran to the safety of the forest, knowing that they would notice my absence eventually. I still had several hours before a search would be launched. I had to get to safety, or at least to a place where I could hide us for the night.

  Remembering the days of my resistance, I knew of underground lairs that once existed to hide from the army. I just prayed they still existed after all these years. After the resistance was destroyed in that bloody battle, there wouldn’t be anyone to keep them up. So it was very likely all had collapsed over time.

  The sun was still hours from setting, and I knew I still had a way to go, but I was feeling good about the situation. I should have done this a long time ago. If only I could save them all. For the first time since entering the compound, I felt human again. The things I had done were unforgivable and I would surely rot in hell for it. Yet, this world was my waking hell, so it couldn’t get much worse. But if I could do one good thing in this world, it would be getting Eden to safety.

  After several hours of tracking through the forest, a soft moan came from Eden. She was waking up. It wouldn’t be much longer, but I knew the entrance to the underground lair was near. If my memory served me correctly, it would be right over there…

  I squinted against the bright light beaming through the barren tree branches to see the large mound of earth that concealed the hidden door. It was still there. Whatever condition it was in, I would deal with, but I gave a huge sigh of relief that I would be able to hide Eden from the approaching Pike army when they came marching.

  Practically sprinting to the door, I crouched down and turned the handle, opening the aged wood to complete darkness. There was no way to find fire out here, or at least not in the time restraints I was under. If memory served me correctly, there was a lantern a few feet down the stairs. I just hoped it was still there.

  I grasped onto Eden tighter and made my way down the dark stairway, relying on memory alone. Feeling along the stone wall, I smiled—the first true smile in a long time—when my hand made contact with the lantern that had always been there. I fiddled with it until a ball of light illuminated the stairway in front of me.

  I shot back and nearly fell, almost dropping Eden when the darkness lifted to reveal a dozen men and women all pointing guns in my direction.

  “Who the hell are you?” one man demanded. “How did you find this place?”

  I put up one hand, trying my best to show I meant no harm. “My name is Loic. I was once part of the resistance.” I knew it didn’t look good. I was in Pike’s uniform and had a nude woman lifeless over my body. “I’m trying to get this woman to safety.”

  The people all looked at each other and the bodies slowly parted as a man made his way toward the front. “Loic?” an aging man asked. “Is that really you? We thought you were dead.”

  I recognized him the minute he walked into the light. “Father?” My heart stopped and tears filled my eyes. “I thought you were all dead. I had word that the entire resistance was crushed.” I rushed toward him and wanted to embrace the man I thought I had lost so many years ago, but the stairway made it difficult, as did Eden’s body.

  “Come,” my father said. “Let’s get downstairs.”

  I followed all the people to the underground bunker. One of many that I had called home. Walking over to a cot in the far corner of the room, I placed Eden’s body gently down. I covered her with a blanket to maintain her modesty the best I could.

  My fathe
r walked up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder. “What happened to you? Where have you been all these years?”

  “Prisoner,” I responded. “I was prisoner to my own evil.”

  I was so ashamed. So very ashamed. I looked down at the ground, not sure if I could speak of all the awful things I had done at the compound.

  “Son,” he started softly. “We have all done awful things. Things that no man should ever have to do. We are at war. War with the world, and war with Pike.”

  I shook my head. “These women. These poor women…”

  “You’re back now, son. You are back now, and we will continue where we left off.”

  I turned to look my father in the eye. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness, or that of any of the women I abused.”

  “I’m not giving it. I am simply acknowledging it. But I will never judge you, just as you would never judge me. I should never have left you there. I thought you were dead, but I should have made sure.” My father hugged me, and I could see what was left of the resistance standing behind him, giving us the privacy we needed for our reunion.

  “I will make this right again,” I declared. “Pike will die and we will rescue all those prisoners. I will make sure of it. Even if I die trying.”

  Eden moaned again, pulling my attention back toward her.

  I knelt down beside her and placed her hand in mine. She was so beautiful. Her long golden hair framed her tiny face, and she looked so peaceful. Her pouty lips beckoned to me, and her tiny whimpers as her mind struggled to fight off the sleeping potion filled me with such warmth.

  “Wake up, sleeping beauty. You are safe.”

  Eden

  I could hear his voice long before I could open my eyes. Was this the same man? There was tenderness in his voice. Concern, even.

  “Come on, open those eyes, beauty,” I heard him say again. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn’t. The drug still was too strong.

  I could feel the touch of his hand. The soft caress of my arm. He moved the stray hairs away from my face and was so close I could feel his warmth. There was some type of fabric placed over my body.