by DD Prince
It was a long flight to Bangkok. But not long enough. Far too soon, we were in the limo and then we were there. I talked myself into a semi-catatonic robotic state and with his reassurance as well as a whispered, “Be my good girl and I’ll reward you later,” just before we went in.
My husband, my Master, doing his best to take care of me. I was so lucky.
We walked in through the front entrance. He had my hand. I focused on his warmth, his strength, on putting one foot in front of the other.
I’m safe. Safe. Dare has me. I’m wearing his collar. I’m wearing his wedding rings. None of them can hurt me. He won’t let them touch me.
I continued to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and letting him lead as we walked into the lobby. We were immediately greeted by a concierge and ushered into a room behind the reception area.
The instant the door clicked shut behind us, I heard a name that made my skin crawl.
“Felicia. My, my; look at you.” Cleo’s voice pierced the silence of the room like nails on a chalkboard and my body instantly reacted. Every single muscle in my body prepared for something. What? Fight? Flight?
Or was it preparing to go to that place far away in my head where I used to go when I was on autopilot, going from A to B over and over and over? Maybe that’s where I needed to go right now.
I didn’t know what would happen next. I needed to hold myself stoic, remember my training, remember what it was that got me out of here a few months ago.
Dare sensed the change in me; he was prepared. His grip on my hand tightened and then his lips touched my temple.
“Ruiz,” he said to Rafe, the main slave handler at Kruna, “Cleopatra is not to speak to her. She’s not to even look at her. My angel’s told me stories of this trainer, of how cruel she is. I plan to discuss her position with the other partners. I think it’s time to consider a change.”
“I was only about to say, Mr. Ferrano, that she looks like marriage agrees with her.” Her sneer disappeared and she was now using her ‘customer’ with-a-hint-of-desperation voice.
“You won’t speak to me, either, you bitch-faced cunt. Get your eyes pointed to the fuckin’ floor before I have you whipped.”
I hid my reaction to the words he said but my body had an immense reaction to the authority in his voice. My panties were saturated. My training kicked in like riding a bicycle and I felt a euphoric sensation wash over me. But what I really wanted to do was drop to my knees and worship his cock to thank him for that.
“Not another word Cleo,” I heard Rafe order, “Out.”
Cleo left the room. My eyes were still aimed at the floor.
“My apologies for that,” Rafe said to Dare. “She was exemplary as a slave but she’s getting too bold in her current role. She has a personal hate on for your Felicia; I’m sorry.”
“She’s a problem, Ruiz.”
“I’m sure Mr. Chen will be happy to discuss with you. I’ll be sure to address this with her in the meantime. Mr. Chen is due this afternoon. Misters Lucas and Delgado are happy to receive you. They are in the dining room having breakfast. Can I show you to them or would you prefer your room first?”
“To them,” Dare replied.
Joseph Lucas and Mr. Delgado were also partners and high up on the Kruna totem pole. Rafe was high up in management but not a partner.
We walked and I did my best to remain focused. These halls. The décor. The scents. The people. I passed two slaves, both of whom I knew. One was on her own, on her way somewhere, a 2-strand collar on her throat. She didn’t as much as flinch at the sight of me. The other was a redheaded woman who was around thirty. She was walking on a leash behind a patron I had serviced a time or two, in a way, I guess. I’d never had sex with him. His name was Mr. Franz.
He was a handsome dominant who spoke no English and who liked to wield a flogger and who was also into receiving golden showers. I’d been whipped by him and peed on him twice in the past while he masturbated.
He nodded at Dare and did not look at me. She and I had been friendly-ish, compared to the others, but I hadn’t had any real friends here. No one had the nerve to risk Cleo’s ire by being nice to me. Her name was Truly. Truly’s eyes flashed just briefly at me.
I was on the other side. We both knew it. She didn’t know if my life was good or bad but I was off the resort.
I was so bloody lucky that Dare had wanted a submissive redhead with a huge appetite for sex. Truly was a shortlisted redheaded but something made the club choose me instead of her and that was my good fortune for once in my life.
The fact that Jason Frost was after me was something Dare told me had driven their decision. Guilt washed through me. Truly was a nice girl, a victim like almost all of the other slaves here. I really hoped Dare could find a way to end all of this, get all of them free. My little taste of freedom made me want that for them. At the same time, I thanked the Lord that he’d chosen me not only because it meant that my life as a slave stopped but mostly because I was Dare’s and I loved him so much it hurt.
The dining room was sunny and bright and smelled like food. The section Mr. Lucas and Mr. Delgado were in was a screened-in porch on the edge of the dining room. They were eating breakfast and laughing. They were at a table for four, no slaves with them and their view of the water was gorgeous.
“Ah, Dario. Welcome.” Joseph Lucas stood.
He was a handsome man in his late 40’s. He was rarely here, except on important occasions. He had slaves at home, who he did not have with him here. I didn’t know if he’d brought this time.
One of them was Cleo’s bestie and I figured that was the start of her hating on me because Mr. Lucas liked me and Cleo’s bestie was jealous. He was fairly vanilla but very above-average in the penis size department and he could last for many hours. And he liked to watch girl-on-girl action. A lot.
One of the girls nicknamed him Big Viagra once and it was overheard. He assured her he was not using Viagra, though she meant that he was natural Viagra, not that he was using it.
She was very worried about being punished but he punished her by showing her just how much stamina he had by making her his one and only for three days. She was sore for days and days afterwards.
Mr. Delgado stood as well. Mr. Delgado? Not vanilla. More like red velvet. Mr. Delgado was very depraved. He liked blood play. I had a crescent-shaped scar just below my left buttock that came from him during a threesome with him and Donavan Frost. Mr. Frost had stopped him from going further on me. Delgado had left at least a mark or two on every single slave here.
Dare shook each of their hands. He had no idea what either of them had done to me.
“Would you like a cushion for your Felicia?” an older male Thai server asked in English.
“No,” Dare replied and pulled out a chair for me to sit. I hesitated.
“Sit Felicia,” he said and I obeyed instantly but it felt like my throat was filled with broken glass. I couldn’t swallow.
Of course he had to call me that. I was glad he had the presence of mind to do it but that didn’t stop it from feeling horrible. I signed Felicia Andrews to our marriage certificate and after we were married, Dare had my ID changed to say Felicia Ferrano because we had to play along. It was what my passport had said and it worried me that we wouldn’t be considered legally married because that wasn’t my real name. But I was married to him in every sense of the word. I had promised to be his before god and he’d called me Angel on the altar and that was a derivative of my actual name.
“My apologies, Mr. Ferrano,” the server said, “I wasn’t aware of your preferences for your slave. I’ll make note of that for all festivities, she is to be provided with a chair. Unless this is dependent on the situation?”
“My wife,” Dare corrected without showing any emotion beyond mild annoyance, “and always a chair.”
“Yes, sir. Apologies, sir.”
Mr. Lucas and Mr. Delgado were silent. I didn’t meet anyone’s eyes, just re
mained stoic.
“Mrs. Ferrano, nice to see you,” Mr. Lucas greeted.
“Ditto, Felicia. Welcome back,” Delgado said.
I couldn’t make eye contact with him. I’d been with them both but in addition to the fact that Delgado had cut me, he was part of my breaking crew. He was a partner but he was very hands-on. I didn’t even know his first name. He was about thirty, he was Spanish, attractive in a rugged and dangerous way, and he was pure evil.
“Hello,” I said softly.
The server poured coffee for Dare and looked expectantly at him.
“You want coffee, baby?” Dare asked me.
I nodded, “Yes, please.”
The two men at the table didn’t seem taken aback at all. I was Dare’s and I was his to do whatever he chose to do with. Only, I wasn’t treated like an equal by anyone here. Everyone in the place would defer to him for directions about me.
I could be on a leash and sitting on the floor naked or I could be sitting at the table, treated somewhat like an equal. I could be put over his knee, nude, spanked in front of all of them and told to perform sexual acts on all three of them. Whatever Dare wanted was the law.
We talked, in front of some agents, before leaving to come, the morning after he’d broken the news, after our briefing with Zack and the task force men in suits who had asked me about four hundred questions about various people in the Kruna organization.
My talk with my husband wasn’t a long talk, and I could see some of what I’d said made him angry, but he never took it out on me; he held it together.
He’d asked me questions about people, about events that had taken place for partner summits in the past, and I’d done my best to give him as much information as I could. He was there, holding my hand the whole time the federal agents asked questions, too, so he had plenty of information.
The agents were super-nice to me but Dare seemed like he wanted to bite their heads off the entire time. When they’d tried to get personal about the sorts of things that were done to me, and when I’d answered, “You name it, it was probably done.”
They tried to get more specific with me and that was when he stood up and got right in the face of the guy asking questions and grabbed the guy’s lapels in his fists.
Zack had settled everyone down and then things got cut short because Zack had to go out of town. We left and got home to get ready for Thailand. And now here we were.
Dare said Zack had some business in Mexico that’d help get Tessa back and then he was meeting Tommy in Vegas and then would be here in Thailand in a few days. When we left here, we weren’t going straight home. We were meeting up with Zack and the other agents in Chon Buri, Thailand.
The club partners knew Dare had spent a very limited amount of time here last time, so he wasn’t overly familiar with all the inner workings of the place.
His not knowing everything would also help him gather information for the task force. I was wired with a special patch that was sewn into my bras and we had been assured it was undetectable.
I had been given five bras in various styles and colors, so that I could always wear them while here. They could even get wet if we got caught in the rain or went swimming.
Dare had them outfitted with GPS devices, too, just in case anything went awry. I prayed nothing would go awry. I prayed our four days here would somehow feel quick and would be as painless as possible. I hated being here. Hated it. But this was what I needed to do so I was just going to try to get back to that A to B mindset but hoping that this wasn’t A to B.
I was calling it my X to Y plan. I hoped it was X to Y and that it’ll all soon lead to Z. The end of Kruna for me. For us.
I kept chanting X to Y in my head at that table as Delgado and Mr. Lucas engaged Dare in a suitable amount of small talk before our breakfast plates were brought. Dare had ordered me French toast and bacon and ordered himself an omelet.
He grabbed my plate from the server and kept it at his place setting, which I thought was odd but I managed to not show it.
He proceeded to cut my French toast into triangles and then he winked and forked some up and held it out. He gave me a sweet smile. I returned it, though feeling like my face would crack because I felt eyes on me. Every eye in that dining room, which was more than just Delgado and Mr. Lucas. It was also servers, slaves, and other patrons.
I opened my mouth while he forked some in.
“We’re still on our honeymoon,” Dare said, looking back to Mr. Lucas.
He gave Dare a big smile.
“Then I propose a Mimosa toast. Mimosas!” A server grabbed some champagne and orange juice and rushed over as another server set up glasses.
“May the honeymoon last forever.”
We all lifted our glasses and touched them to one another.
Dare leaned over and kissed my forehead and then handed my plate to me. All of my French toast was in tiny triangle shapes. His way of taking care of me and giving me something sweet to focus on. I loved him so much.
He handed me my fork.
I put my fork to my mouth with another bite and felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I glanced sideways and saw Cleo outside the screened-in area we were in. She had her arms folded across her chest and she was glaring at me. My blood ran cold.
The food was sitting like a rock in the bottom of my throat but I kept eating, slowly, methodically.
X to Y, Angel. X to Y. Angel. Not Felicia Sapphire. Not Angie MacLeod. Not Felicia Andrews or even Felicia Ferrano. Angel. Angel Ferrano. Mrs. Dario Ferrano.
Dare
I spotted that bitch glaring at my wife from outside the area we sat in. I gave her a glare of my own and saw the swallow move down her throat. I was pissed. I was pissed we were here. I was pissed that Angel was feeling like she had to be feeling. She was acting like a Stepford wife because this fuckin’ place made her have to act that way.
I leaned over toward Delgado, “That Cleopatra cunt? What the fuck is with her? She’s got it in for my wife something fierce.”
He shook his head, “She’s the alpha female around these parts. Knows her place with the masters but with the slaves? She’s always exerting her will.”
“My wife is no longer a Kruna slave. She’s been insubordinate repeatedly. I want her punished.”
I wouldn’t normally condone any sort of punishment from this joint, given what they were and all they’d done but with that bitch-faced cunt, I could and would make an exception. I’d knock her teeth out myself.
“You want to do the honors?” Delgado asked, “If not, place your order.” He shrugged.
Joseph Lucas ended the phone call he was on and leaned in.
“You’re a partner; you have as much access to Kruna property as the rest of us. You can give out punishments, collect some toys to play with, whatever wherever. You’re already aware of the common areas that are no play zones. Anything you’re unsure of, ask. You should’ve gotten a patron orientation last time you were here but your trip was short. I’ll fill you in, whatever info you need.”
Delgado looked at me, “Let’s have a party tonight, shall we, Joseph? Show young Master Ferrano what it’s all about.”
I leaned over and tucked Angel’s hair behind her ear.
“She keeps me plenty busy.”
“Ah, the blush of young love,” Joseph Lucas lamented. “We always have a big party the opening night of the summit. You’re here a day early so we’ll have a more intimate party and you can decide whether you want to partake. We don’t push. You’re always the master of your own limits. Come. See what it’s all about. No pressure.”
I gave a nod and took a sip of my coffee.
They’d told me they wanted me a day early so that I could get more information on the way things worked. That worked for the Feds. I didn’t like it. I was not a rat. I’d been raised to know deep in my gut that being a rat was lower than low.
Fuck you, Pop, for making me become this.
I’d spent such a short a
mount of time here when I picked up my wife that I knew very little, really, about the ones in charge, how the place got started. Any little bit of info would serve in making the place fall. I was under no illusions; these people lived this lifestyle and another place like Kruna or multiple places like it would pop up somewhere else to fill the gap this place left.
But, taking this place down, taking down the motherfuckers who’d hurt Angel? That was worth me becoming a rat. That was worth every dime I had, every ounce of dignity I possessed. Justice for her. The love of my life.
I just had to play it smart so I wouldn’t fuck it all up.
And then I had to figure out how the fuck to get her sister away from Romero.
I hated calling her Felicia, knowing how much it would hurt her, but she needed to be in the ‘Felicia’ mindset. She was doing well. My perfect angel.
We were shown to our room after brunch. It was the same room as before. It felt strange. Before we’d come, we’d talked at length about how we couldn’t discuss anything here. We were in character and staying in character. The fact was that we were bugged by the Feds and we had to behave as if we’d been double-bugged with the resort bugging our room as well. I’d gotten no indication that the Kruna partners didn’t trust me. I still wasn’t taking any chances.
I took her hand and pulled her to me and we laid down on the bed. I put my lips to her throat. She was wearing the three-strand choker necklace I’d gotten her. I twirled her hair with my index finger.
“You sleepy?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Let’s catch a nap and then we’ll go for a walk on the beach.”
“Yes, Master.” She said, looking deep into my eyes.
I put my lips to hers and breathed her deep. I held her close. We didn’t fall asleep, neither of us; we spent a good hour just holding one another, not talking, just feeling one another. We didn’t need words that others might hear. I just wanted to give her my touch so that she’d know I had her.
Tia
I woke up alone in my Vegas hotel room in the fancy six bedroom hotel suite overlooking The Strip. I woke to the curtains drawn tight, which they weren’t when we’d gone to sleep. Tommy must’ve closed them. I could almost pretend I wasn’t here. Almost.