Suddenly we hear yelling, as Maddie and Christopher walk into the clearing.
Taking River’s hand, I pull her to the side and out of the line of fire.
“You looked at her!” Maddie yells angrily.
I have to swallow the smile back, when Christopher shakes his head, clearly at a loss. I pity the man.
“You’re not my wife, Woman! Ever heard of looking at the menu as long as you eat at home?”
Suddenly, Maddie and Christopher shout together, “Gotcha!”
They start to laugh until they’re leaning on each other to stay on their feet.
“Fuckers,” Adam snaps.
Laughter rumbles up my chest and then it explodes from me. I have to hold my stomach from all the laugher. When I finally gain control over it, I have to wipe a tear from the corner of my eye.
I glance at River and my eyes freeze on her. She looks stunned as she stares at me with tears in her eyes. She reaches up to my face and traces my lips with a single finger.
“That was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” she whispers. “You’re breathtaking when you laugh.”
Christopher and Maddie come to stand by the group, and I’m surprised when Maddie says, “We couldn’t resist catchin’ y’all.”
She hardly ever talks, especially if the other women are around.
“Humpf!” Miss Ella snorts. “Playing games when you should be getting married. The food is going to spoil. Get on with it so we can eat.”
“You can feed me any day,” Doc says playfully.
“You’re fat enough,” she snaps at him, looking insulted that he’d even think of such a thing.
We all start to laugh until Adam raises a hand. “Let’s do this people.”
We all gather around, while Christopher and Maddie go to stand in front of Adam.
With a serious face, Adam says, “I expect you to call me pastor while I’m marrying you.”
Christopher laughs, “We’re all going to hell.”
Miss Ella gasps as she feigns shock. “Are you going to kiss your wife with that mouth?”
He wags his eyebrows at Miss Ella but before he can say something, she glares at him. “Son, I’ll take you over my knee.”
Adam laughs and shakes his head lightly.
“Maddie,” she smiles widely, and I watch as Christopher takes her hand. “Do you really want this fucker as your husband? I mean, this shits for life. I’ll hold him back while you make a run for it.”
Everyone starts to laugh again as Christopher playfully punches Adam.
Through tears of laughter, Maddie says, “I’ll take him any way I can have him.”
Adam looks at Christopher and he asks, “Will you take care of her, and always keep her safe? Cause I will beat your ass if you hurt her,” Adam says, and this time he’s serious.
“I will.” Christopher looks to Maddie, and says, “I will defend you with my dying breath.”
“Kiss the poor man,” Doc calls out.
She stands on her toes and kisses Christopher hard. Everyone starts to cheer as he swoops her up in his arms.
The celebration carries on till late. This time there’s no fire to ruin anything. We all eat until we’re stuffed, and then we dance until the early hours of the morning.
Even Miss Ella and Doc made peace for a short while, long enough to dance a few times.
As soon as song would finish, Miss Ella would pick up right where she left off, fighting with Doc.
I wake up to River’s hand slipping into my pants. She wraps her fingers tightly around my cock, and starts to stroke me.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I growl as I roll onto her. She’s learned to come to bed naked. It saves me from having to rip the clothes from her body.
I push myself up and then kiss my way down her body.
When I reach her pussy, she grabs for my hair.
I don’t stop, and separate her folds. I lick her in one long stroke. She grabs at me with both her hands, and when I push my tongue into her, she gives up trying to stop me.
I glance up at her and watch as she grabs at the covers, instead, while throwing her head back.
I suck at her clit and then scrape my teeth over her. It draws a cry from her as she arches her back off the bed.
I keep thrusting my tongue inside of her until her hips start to jerk, and her pussy rides my face.
I’m not done with her, and I crawl up her trembling body. I press my mouth to hers and slip my tongue into her mouth.
Her breath rushes into me, and I greedily take them. She’s become the air I breathe. My hunger for this woman is insatiable.
I bring my hands to her breasts, reveling in the softness of her flesh in my hands. I love how she trembles under my touch.
Lacing my fingers with hers, I pin her hands above her head. Her eyes flare with excitement because she knows I’m about to fuck her hard.
“Lace your fingers,” I growl.
She does as I command, knowing I’ll reward her well.
My eyes devour her as she’s stretched out beneath me, naked and utterly fuckable.
“Perfect,” I breathe.
I position my cock at her swollen entrance, and I plunge inside of her, wanting to be buried balls deep.
I take what I want with every hard thrust.
She turns her face into my shoulder. My hand slides into her hair, and I pull her face away from my arm. I press my mouth hard against hers, kissing her with all the greedy need I feel surging through my body.
“Feel how fucking hard I am for you?” I growl against her mouth.
She whimpers as I start to fuck her. I don’t stop until she’s crying out and her pussy is milking my cock.
“Only you can make me hard.” My words make her shudder beneath me. I press a hard kiss to her mouth. “Only you can make me come.”
She grabs hold of my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin. Her legs fall to the sides, opening as wide as she can for me.
I keep the punishing pace until she screams my name.
“Jack! Fuck. Please.” I love hearing her beg.
I growl and the little self-control I had, shatters. I slam into her, making her body move with each powerful thrust.
Warmth fills every part of my body, flooding all the dark corners … until there’s only her.
Our bodies start to move in perfect sync, and then we become one as we find our release. I spill my seed inside of her, her body trembling beneath mine.
“I love fucking you,” I say breathlessly. “I love feeling you tremble. I love coming for you.”
“I love being fucked by you.” She reaches up and presses a kiss to my jaw. “I love you,” she whispers.
I start to move slowly in and out of her, just relishing in the feel of our bodies being joined together. I press my mouth to hers.
“This is the part I love most,” I admit. “You never make me feel like I’m just a fuck.” I pull away and look into her eyes. “You make me whole.”
She wraps her arms around me, and starts to caress my back.
“Remind me later to tell you how much I love you.”
She smiles through her tears, and it’s a fucking beautiful sight.
The End
Sophia
(Nineteen years old…)
You become the life you’re given to live.
Your surroundings consume you until it seeps deep into your bones. It’s in the blood pumping through your veins. It’s in the air you breathe.
You can’t long for something you’ve never had. You can’t crave something you know nothing of. They remain just words you’ve heard someone say.
Empty words. Freedom. Hope. Love. Happiness. All empty words with no meaning.
My mother died giving birth to me. I don’t know what she looked like, if I even resemble her in any way. I was raised by the other slaves until I was old enough to start working.
The other slaves will turn on you in a heartbeat. You’re not allowed to talk to any of th
e staff, or to a Master or Mistress.
I can only whisper to the darkness. It’s the only thing that listens. I’m only seen by the walls around me. It’s the only witness to what happens in this house.
This life is all I know.
This life is the only thing that knows me. Without it, I cease to exist.
People come and go, but life? It’s there every single day. It’s relentless and cruel. Life doesn’t stop when you’re in pain, or pushed to the point of breaking. No, it’s when you’re consumed by fear that life dances to the sound of your pleas. It’s when you’re drowning in despair that life relishes in your fight for one final breath. It’s the only time life has true worth - when you fear you’re going to lose it. Life bears witness to your existence and because of it, life exists. Without life, and without anyone being there to say that you ever existed, there’s only death.
Death. It’s something I’ve been thinking about lately. You can’t ignore it if you’re surrounded by it. There’s always someone dying, another slave beaten to death. Every day is a battle between life and death. I just don’t know which is worse. What’s on the other side of this life? Is it the same as here?
There’s no one I can ask.
Standing by a window in one of the many rooms of the mansion, I dust the bars while staring outside. The garden is beautiful. Jack keeps it neat.
He’s the only slave that’s allowed to spend time outside. The rest of us have to stay inside. We’re only allowed to move around the house when we’re cleaning, or being taken to satisfy a Master or Mistress. Otherwise, we’re to stay in the outer building, where we sleep.
The only time we get to be outside is when we’re coming to the house, or returning to our sleeping quarters.
“Sophia!” Rosa suddenly shrieks behind me.
Before I can turn around to see what’s wrong, something smacks hard against the side of my head. The impact of the blow causes me to lose my balance, and I slam into the bars. My chin hits the cold iron, making pain vibrate through my face. The wall stops my fall as my shoulder knocks into it, causing an ache to spread down my arm.
“Grab that one,” Tiffany hisses.
My head snaps up at the sound of her voice. She’s worse than any Master or Mistress I’ve ever had. She’s jealous, and if she feels you’ve cheated her out of a Master or Mistress, then she’ll kill you. I’ve seen it happen before.
She’s the oldest of all the slaves. The only reason she’s still alive, is because she gives the best blowjobs. I’ve heard Master Sven say so.
She towers over me, her face all scrunched up with anger.
“I haven’t done anything,” I plead with her.
I should know by now that pleading with her doesn’t help. She’s vicious.
No one stops her. They say it’s survival of the fittest. If you can survive her, then you’re strong enough to be a slave.
Tiffany leans forward and sneers at me, “You’re such a fucking bitch. Everyone knows that Master David is mine. I hear you were with him last night.”
I frown, not understanding.
“I was taken to him. I was just doing my duties.”
Her face contorts, and her lips pull down. “I won’t let you replace me.”
My whole body goes cold. I haven’t felt this kind of fear in a long while. I used to feel mind-numbing fear right at the beginning, when they started training me. I remember fearing that I wouldn’t be able to satisfy a Master or Mistress, and that I would be disposed of.
After a while, the fear disappeared, and it started to get easier. I had value as long as someone wanted me. I live to make people happy. Being wanted gives me purpose.
But, if I die? What then? What purpose will I have then?
I can’t die until I know what’s waiting on the other side.
Just thinking about what she did to Lydia makes fear claw at my chest. She’ll do the same to me. She’ll kill me.
Quickly, I duck to the side, trying to dart past Tiffany so I can run away. She grabs hold of my hair and yanks me back. There’s a hard blow to my jaw and it makes the world go black for a moment. A sharp ache spreads up the side of my face, until I can hear my heart thumping loudly in my ear.
I can’t keep my balance and fall flat on my ass. The second I hit the floor, panic surges through me. I try to scramble to my feet but Tiffany’s body slams into mine, pinning me down. I see her arm pull back and it tears a scream from me.
“Fucking slaves!” Master Sven shouts.
He grabs hold of the back of her neck, and yanks her from me, before shoving her down at his feet. She cowers next to his leg, but glares at me, her breaths coming fast.
Quickly, I get to my knees and crawl to the other side of Master Sven, making sure that he’s between Tiffany and me.
I try my best to stop the trembling, and to keep perfectly still.
Master Sven’s fingers dig into my aching jaw and he shoves my head back. His dark eyes are sharp as he inspects my face.
“Fuck, he’s gonna be pissed. You had to go for the face. Stupid bitch.”
He shoves me back and I fight to keep from falling over.
His fingers dig into Tiffany’s hair and he hauls her to her feet.
“What’s going on here?” Master Cameron snaps as he walks into the room.
Oh no! This is bad. This is really bad. Master Cameron will punish us both. He doesn’t tolerate any kind of disobedience from us.
“She bruised Sophia’s face. Master Lowery booked Sophia for the evening. This will upset him.”
A hand rests on my head. “Look at me,” Master Cameron hisses.
I quickly lift my face, but keep my lashes lowered. I don’t dare look him in the eyes. That will displease him.
Softly, his thumb brushes over my tender jaw.
“What a pity. That’s going to leave an ugly bruise.”
Master Cameron comes to stand right next to me and he drags his fingers through my hair.
“What are we going to do with you?”
My heart starts to pound heavily again. If they think I’m too ugly to satisfy Master Lowery, then they’ll kill me. I don’t want to die.
I scoot closer to Master Cameron’s leg, hoping he’ll accept my submission. He keeps brushing his fingers through my hair, and for a moment, the room is quiet.
Suddenly, his fingers tighten in my hair, and he yanks me painfully to my feet. A loud whimper escapes my mouth and I immediately bite down on my bottom lip to keep another from slipping out.
Master Cameron holds me close to him and I can feel his eyes burning over my skin.
“We can’t disappoint a Master,” he says softly.
Quickly, I nod.
“He favors you,” he whispers again.
I know this and it makes the fierce grip of fear loosen a little. Master Lowery is kind and he loves to play games. He always asks for me.
Master Cameron glares darkly at Tiffany, and shaking his head, he holds his hand out to Master Sven.
“Give me the gun.”
My throat dries right up, and a desperate whimper lodges in my throat. My tongue feels thick and my thoughts are all jumbled.
Master Cameron takes the gun from Master Sven. The sight of the heavy weapon makes my breaths explode over my dry lips.
Master Cameron lets go of my hair and takes my right hand. He brings it to the gun, and keeping his hand on mine, he forces my fingers to curl around the cold metal.
“Make her kneel,” he barks at Master Sven.
Master Sven shoves Tiffany to the floor, and Master Cameron yanks me forward, pressing the gun hard against Tiffany’s head.
“Pull the trigger and you will be forgiven for getting your face bruised.”
I take a sharp breath. I don’t want to kill anyone.
Master Cameron moves closer to me until I can feel his hot breath on the side of my head.
“If you don’t kill her, I’ll have her kill you. There’s no place for the weak in this house. You
know she will kill you,” he hisses. “Do it!” I jump as his voice suddenly thunders through the room.
I don’t want to die.
I close my eyes, too scared to face what’s happening right now. I turn my face away from Tiffany.
Master Cameron’s hand closes around mine. A loud bang explodes in the room. The gun jerks in my hand, and I shriek with fright.
There’s a hissing sound in my ears.
Snapping my eyes open, I look down at the weapon that’s rattling in my trembling hand. Then I see the red pool at my feet. There’s blood, more blood than I’ve ever seen.
I killed her.
The thought is a whisper in the back of my mind. As the shock of what just happened burns through me, the whispers get louder, until it’s nothing but screams bouncing around in my head.
I killed her. I killed another person.
Someone takes hold of my arm, their fingers digging into my skin. As I’m pulled away from Master Cameron, I glance up and see that it’s Master David. He must have come to see what the problem is.
He shoves down to the floor by his feet and says, “I’ll take care of this one.”
Still stunned at what happened, I let habit take over. I scoot closer to his feet, knowing how much he loves it when we beg at his feet.
It feels as if a cloud of darkness is weighing down on me. I’ve seen people die, lots of times, but never by my hand. I’ve never taken part in the beating of another slave.
“She has a guest to see to at seven. Don’t let her be late,” Master Cameron snaps. “And for God’s sake, stop walking around where he can see you.”
Master Cameron turns around and stalks from the room, as if nothing happened. It feels like I’ve been shaken to my very core, as if I’ve crossed a line I won’t be able to come back from.
“Clean this mess and burn the body,” Master Sven barks at Rosa and Claire. They both jump with fright, scrambling over to where Tiffany is lying.
I’m yanked up again, and Master David pulls me from the room. I can’t help but glance over my shoulder to where Tiffany is. Her face is pale with blood splattered everywhere.
Where did she go when she died? Will she wait there for me so she can make me pay for what I did?
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