by Vivian Wood
As the tube entered inside of me, I gasped at the foreign sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it felt odd having something inserted in a place so… private. As it entered all the way inside, Roman spread my legs wider and then pressed down on my back, forcing the front half of me to lie flat on the floor. My breasts pressed firmly against the terrycloth, and my butt high on display caused my face to burn in humiliation. I could feel the cool air of the room on my stretched anus and along my bare pussy. I knew that there wasn’t a part of my privates not on full display for the camera.
“I’m going to start filling your ass with the water. I’m feeling merciful so I will go nice and slow, but you are going to have to take deep breaths and just allow the pressure to build.”
I could actually feel the minute the water started entering me. There was a moment of panic as I worried I would have to go to the bathroom right then. It almost felt as if I had to go, but not quite. But then the pressure he spoke of set in. My belly expanded and cramping attacked my lower region.
“I need to go to the bathroom now!” I would be mortified if I had a bowel movement by accident—especially on camera—but that was what my body was threatening to do if I didn’t run to the toilet that sat off in the corner in its small little compartment of a room.
“No. You have to take it all before you are allowed up.” Roman held the nozzle firmly in my hole, and placed his palm over the small of my back to remind me to stay in position.
“I can’t,” I moaned. “Please. You don’t understand.” I didn’t want to tell them that I had to go bad, but I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Cheri,” Roman warned. “Listen to me.”
The cramping intensified, and I felt as if I would explode at any second. Sweat coated my skin. “Master! I…” I clenched my anus as tight as I could to hold it back. The action only reminded me that something foreign was inside of me. “I can’t,” I whined.
“Do you want me to distract you?” he asked.
I nodded and just whimpered in response.
Roman reached around and gently massaged my extended belly, which did seem to relieve some of the pressure. When my whimpers stopped, he sat back and ran his fingers down the seam of my ass, circling the nozzle, massaging the stretched flesh of my invaded anus. His fingers then left the taboo spot and dipped down to my sex. When he touched me, I realized I was dripping wet.
“Ahhh, my dirty princess is all nice and wet. Dirty, dirty girl.” He ran his fingertip around my clit and then dipped down to the folds of my pussy, collecting my juices, and then back to my clit for more delicious ministrations.
The one thing I had to admit as I moaned in both agony and pleasure was Roman had successfully managed to help me relax enough to take all the water. I wasn’t comfortable, but at least I wasn’t in a panic that I would expel waste all over the place while Gage filmed it.
“Now that’s a good girl,” Roman praised as he stopped playing with my clit and patted my butt cheek. “You took all the water. Do you have to go to the bathroom?”
“Yes…” I moaned. A sharp slap to my ass had me quickly saying, “Yes, Master.”
Would they make me use the toilet on camera as well? I didn’t want to, but at this stage, I didn’t care what it would take to be able to relieve the immense pressure. The control it took to hold it all in made my legs quiver.
“All right, Cheri. I’m going to pull out this tube. When I do, you are going to have to work extra hard to hold it all in. It’s going to feel like you have no choice but to release. But if you do, a severe consequence will follow. So, you need to be a good girl, and get up and run to the toilet.”
I nodded and moaned loudly as waves of cramps attacked, one after another.
“You can close the door for privacy since you have been such a good girl. I will be waiting in your bedroom. Meet me in there when you are finished. Welcome to the manor. You have a long way to go but you just earned yourself three more diamonds.”
He patted my behind softly before he very slowly eased the nozzle from my puckered hole. He was correct when he said it felt like I would go right then and there. I cried out in fear of having an accident in front of them. Clenching tightly, which only made the pulling of the tube out more uncomfortable, I somehow managed to run to the small room that only held a toilet and closed the door behind me.
Was this all worth the amount of diamonds actually earned?
How much more of this could I endure?
How long would this take? How many days to earn these diamonds?
Diamonds were owed, and I clearly would be paying in the most wicked ways imaginable. My sinful sentence had begun. I was now a resident of the manor, and my initiation was far from over.
Chapter Fourteen
Cheri
When I entered my assigned room, Roman was standing by the window with his back toward me. He seemed lost in thought, and I wondered if he had even heard me enter. I took a few more steps inside, unsure what I should do next.
“You did good in there,” he said, still not turning around. “The Iron Colt Brotherhood should be satisfied with what happened, and not feel like you will need to be broken and assigned to someone else besides me.”
I held my hands in front of my bare mound and had never felt so exposed before in my life. I noticed that there were cameras in the corners of my room, but they were not nearly as invasive as having Gage standing only a few feet away zooming in and out with a camera in order to get every close-up angle he could. The thought of what must have been captured and sent to The Iron Colt Brotherhood made me ill. I knew this ancient society was fucked up, but I had no idea just how much until now.
Roman turned around and stared at me, examining my nudity as if he was making sure I was ‘dressed’ properly for this twisted party of which I was a forced guest. The cool air of the room mixing with the cold stare of Roman had my nipples hardening and shivers running up my spine.
Roman approached me, took hold of my hair once again, and led me to the edge of the bed. I wondered if that was the only way I would ever walk again—guided by Roman’s fist holding my hair at the scalp.
He lowered me to the bed and released my hair. He took a few steps back and crossed his arms against his chest. “So, let’s get a couple of rules out of the way. You will remain in this room unless you are escorted out by me. There is a bathroom in here, and all food will be delivered here unless I choose to bring you to the dining room. You will remain naked from this point on. Get used to having your body belong to me. I will come here when I feel like it. It could be several times a day, or not at all. You will not question what I ask. You will not resist me in any way.” He looked toward the window. “You can try to escape, but won’t get far. Cameras are everywhere and we will catch you. You have the opportunity to walk out of here with your life if you understand and follow these rules. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Do you have any questions?”
For the first time since arriving at the manor and seeing Roman here within these walls, he seemed to soften some. His eyes were less severe and his jaw was no longer firm. I believed he truly was giving me the opportunity to ask whatever I wanted without penalty.
Drumming up some courage, I asked, “How many women are here? You didn’t tell me there would be others.”
“Depends. There are several members getting ready to marry currently,” he answered. “You and I aren’t the only bride and groom getting married.”
I paused and wondered how far I could go with the questions. I didn’t want to push too far in fear of what the consequences would be. I knew they were watching, and though I wasn’t scared of Roman, I was scared of what they would make Roman do. My hesitation must have been obvious on my face because Roman added, “Ask your questions now if you have them.”
“What will you do to me? To earn these diamonds.”
“Whatever I want.”
“Will you fuck me in front of the cameras? In front o
f them?”
Roman smiled, closed the distance between us, and sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. He took hold of my nipple and pinched. It hurt but not unbearably so. I gasped at the uninvited touch, but didn’t try to pull away.
“Would you like that, dirty girl? For me to fuck you while others watch?”
“No,” I said in not much more than a whisper.
“You lie, Cheri. I can smell your desire. I can hear the way you breathe around me. Unlike the other women forced to earn their diamonds, you seemed to enjoy what happened in the bathroom. It was far from a punishment. It was as if everything was so natural for you. It fit you. It fit you like a fucking glove. You liked that you had an audience viewing just how dirty you are.”
He pinched my nipple harder as I shook my head to try to deny the fact that, yes, my body had responded in a shocking way.
No. He was wrong.
Fuck. Was he wrong?
His smile grew as his dark eyes narrowed. “Which I’m going to enjoy. I’m going to have a good time finding an actual punishment for you. I may have to get creative.”
I pressed my thighs together to try to hide the fact that his words and biting hold of my nipple made me wet.
“Why do you all do this?” I asked. My words came out on a gasp, so I wondered if they were even clear enough to be heard. I had already asked this question, but maybe if I kept asking it, someone would finally answer and make sense out of it all.
“Old, royal blood runs deep, I guess you could say. Ultimate power and the thirst for domination never goes away,” he said in a deep and solemn voice.
His hand left my nipple, which oddly my body seemed to miss. But my longing for his touch didn’t last long because he lowered his hand between my legs and pressed past the silky folds.
I couldn’t hold back the whimper and closed my eyes in shame.
People were watching…
“Why are you wet, Cheri? Is it my words, the thought of what’s still to come, or simply the pain from my hand?”
He ran his fingertip along the wetness, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t control my breathing or the little noises of betrayal that escaped my dry lips. Just as quickly as Roman had touched my pussy, he removed his hand and took hold of my hair at the scalp again.
He yanked hard on my hair.
“You’re hurting me.”
“Not yet, dirty girl. Not yet.” He tugged harder, forcing my head back, exposing my neck as a vampire would do before feasting on his prey’s blood.
I whimpered not really out of pain but out of anticipation. My body sizzled in need, and my very core screamed for more. Every word, every touch, every single thing about Roman set my body aflame—all while viewers watched it all. I was an animal in a zoo.
An animal.
I should be screaming. I should be fighting. I should be resisting this nightmare the best I could. Instead, I welcomed it. No… I fucking craved it. I was broken. I was shattered into a million pieces and needed Roman to fix me. I needed the fix. I needed my Prince. No matter how dark he was forced to be with me.
“Stand up,” he commanded. “Stand right in front of me between my legs.”
I did as he asked, though how I stood on such weakened legs, I had no idea. My head felt light and my breathing felt tight.
“Part your cunt for me. I want to see my dirty kitty and her wet, bare pussy.”
Never imagining myself engaged in such an act like this, I did as he asked. As if I were hypnotized by the silkiness of his directions—because that was the only thing that could explain such complete madness that was raging through me—I brought my shaky fingers to my smooth pussy lips and spread them wide for his viewing… for everyone’s viewing.
Roman reached up and pushed his thumb into my mouth. “Suck my thumb, dirty girl. Suck on it good so I can rub it around that tiny clit of yours until you scream for me to fuck you.”
I ran my tongue against the rough and callused skin and never released the hold of my pussy. I was still spreading myself wide as I sucked on his thumb just as he wanted me to do. My eyes connected with his for a split moment, and I wondered if it was hunger I saw hidden in their depths.
“Beg for my cock. Beg.” He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and pressed it against my clit. I cried out in pleasure, but held my position. I didn’t want to let go of my spread lips in fear he would stop the most wicked of his touches so far. “Beg,” he commanded again.
“Please, Master. My little hole wants to be spread open by your cock.” The words were so natural. They seemed to flow from my lips without the slightest hesitation or thought.
His ministrations froze and he chuckled. “Oh, my dirty, dirty girl. Having you call me Master was for The Iron Colt Brotherhood’s benefit and viewing pleasure… but I like it. I think we’ll keep it that way even after we are wed. And I think I finally have found your first real punishment. That building orgasm inside of you will remain right where it is.” He spanked my pussy hard, forcing me to release the spread of my skin. “For now.”
Roman stood up and pushed my upper half over the bed. “Stay bent over,” he said.
I tried to regain my breath and steady my raging emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t process. All I could do was stare at my spread fingers against the bedspread as I heard the sound of a belt being removed from the loops of Roman’s pants.
“The Iron Colt Brotherhood have some requests. Every single morning you will be paddled and every night you will receive a lashing from my belt. The severity will all depend on how good of a girl you have been leading up to it.”
Before I could process his words, the stinging crash of leather against skin had me howling out. The pain radiated all the way to my needy pussy, only intensifying my out-of-control hunger.
“Please,” I pleaded as he whipped me once again.
“Yes, Cheri. Keep begging.”
“Please…”
“Are you begging for me to stop belting you, or to fuck you?”
He brought the belt down against my sensitive ass again but rather than crying, I moaned.
The belt fell upon me again, and I moaned some more.
“Little pain slut. You like when your Master spanks your ass as you pray he will eventually fuck you.”
Tears of indignity and degradation fell as my orgasm built inside of me. My body became more alive with every searing swat. Yes. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked hard. But not before he finished the discipline. The most twisted and sexual punishment one could imagine. My mind screamed no. My ass screamed for mercy. But my core, my inner being, my soul begged for more.
Just as the most intense explosion was about to release, Roman ceased the spanking.
I cried out even louder than I ever had during the spanking.
“Yes, my naughty princess. I am going to enjoy this very much.”
I heard the sound of his footsteps approach the door, and I turned my head to see him holding the door handle. My heart fell to my stomach as I still remained in position for more.
“No,” I whispered so low that I was sure Roman couldn’t hear me. I didn’t want him to leave. No.
“Tomorrow I’ll be back. You just earned yourself two diamonds.”
Chapter Fifteen
Roman
This was harder than I thought. For so many reasons. I stormed into the room assigned to me for the duration of my stay at the manor and slammed the door closed behind me. I scanned the upper corners of the room to make sure there weren’t any cameras present, prepared to destroy them if there were. I was the son of a fucking king, and I was getting damn tired of following the rules of The Iron Colt Brotherhood. I was two seconds from telling all of them to go fuck themselves and try to come after me. Try motherfuckers. Try.
I walked over to the window and stared out, not really seeing anything as the rage inside nearly blinded me. I didn’t know if I should jack off to relieve my built up sexual
tension or punch my fist through the window. Taking deep breaths, I tried to steady the near explosion wanting to burst from within. I had to think of Cheri and her safety. My temper wouldn’t just put me at risk, it would most certainly put her life in danger, and I knew it.
The elders of The Iron Colt Brotherhood were known for ridding the society of any trouble-makers, and I had to do everything within my power to assure them that Cheri and I were as far from that as I could. I had seen powerful men made to look like they committed suicide. I had seen fatal car jackings made to look random. I had even seen men who crossed the brotherhood to come down with the rarest terminal diseases. If The Iron Colt Brotherhood wanted you dead, there would be no escaping their grip. I knew I needed to comply with the fucked up initiation regardless of how powerful my family was. The Iron Colt Brotherhood would always be more.
But it was fucking hard.
To see Cheri in that room crying and begging to leave, nearly destroyed me. But if I showed any weakness at all, I knew the brotherhood would insist on someone else doing the initiation which meant I would murder someone. I wouldn’t hesitate to slit the throat of the first man to touch my Cheri. So I had to be harsh, ruthless, merciless. I was an alpha and dominant by nature, but this initiation was taking the sadist in me to a completely new level. I would have to push myself further than I had ever gone before.
A firm knock on the door broke me from my deep thoughts. I was about to tell whoever was on the other side of the door to go fuck themselves and leave me alone, but I also knew that was my temper speaking.
“Yeah, come in,” I called out.
I turned to see my friend, and my business partner of Spiked Roses walking in. I didn’t expect to see Alec even though I knew he was a member of The Iron Colt Brotherhood. I knew that he too tried to keep his distance from the society.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked him, though was very happy to see a familiar face that I could trust.