by West, Sam
“Indeed,” the short man said, taking the seat at the head of the table and turning his head to address the two women that had entered with them. “Bitches, come over here. And for God’s sake take off your clothes, do you see any of our other guests wearing clothes?”
The beautiful woman instantly shrugged off the fur coat and it slithered to the floor. Beneath it she was naked, except for the high heels. Her body was divine; tall and slender as a runway model with perfect legs that stretched on forever. The older woman, however had no such desire to bare all. With a sob she ran for the door.
“Should I shoot her?” Harlan asked, touching the gun that was tucked into the waistband of his suit pants.
“You’ll do no such thing,” the fat man said sternly. “One of the guards will bring her in.”
“Fine,” Harlan grumbled, taking his seat on the opposite side of the table to Molly on the short man’s left.
The good looking guy from the club sat on his right and the glamorous woman with the short, blonde hair sat between him and the redhead girl who was making the most fuss out of all the hostages.
Once everyone was seated, a man in black appeared carrying a tray with bottles of champagne and glasses. He proceeded to pour out the drinks, then melted away once more.
“Welcome to my French abode, everybody. This is going to be the gathering of a lifetime. Cheers.”
“Cheers,” the two men and the blonde woman echoed, drinking from their champagne flutes.
Of course, none of the other guests could pick up the glasses before them, seeing as they were bound and gagged.
“You will have to forgive me leaving you all gagged while I make my pre-dinner speech, but I’m sure you appreciate I would like to speak without being interrupted. As I said, welcome to our little gathering. My name is Richard Granger, and I am a self-made millionaire. This is my little brother, Harlan, and this is Sebastian Connell-Wright, your genuine, blue-blooded aristocracy,” he said, gesturing to the gorgeous man on his right.
“Hello,” Harlan and Sebastian said in unison, then laughed.
“The blonde is Sebastian’s wife, and the fat cow whom will shortly be joining us again is my wife, Esther. Ah, speak of the devil.”
The fat woman was being escorted into the ballroom by an armed guard. She too was now naked. Her rolls of fat bounced as she walked and she was sobbing. The man guided her to the vacant seat between Harlan and one of the kidnapped boys.
“You need to shut up, dear wife, or I will cut off your rolls of fat and make you eat them.”
That seemed to work. Her sobs dialled down a notch.
“Better. Now, if you haven’t already worked it out, you are all going to die here. I strongly suggest that you do as I, my brother and Sebastian say and make your remaining days as easy as possible upon yourself. You must expect nothing but total humiliation during your stay and obedience is the one and only virtue I recommend. You have all been specially chosen because of your unique beauty, yet you must understand that you cannot rely in anyway whatsoever on your charms. If you attempt to use your body or sweet face to bargain with us you risk angering us for we are void of all human compassion and we live to see you suffer. I won’t lie, your service will be difficult and painful, and the slightest disobedience will be met with the most severe of punishment…”
Apparently the redheaded girl had heard enough. Of all of them, she was crying the hardest. Tears streamed from her eyes, joining the snot that bubbled in her nose. Her little breasts jerked with her hitching chest as she screamed into the gag.
“Please sort her out, Harlan,” Richard said, his small eyes narrowed even further so that they were hardly noticeable in his fat head. “But do it quietly, I’m trying to talk here.”
“You got it, big brother.”
He sprang to his feet and walked behind fat Esther to the girl that was writhing so hard the legs of the chair rocked on the floor.
“Feisty little redheaded bitch, aren’t we? Talk about living up to your stereotype.”
“Harlan, please.”
“Sorry.”
Richard sighed and continued. “As I was saying, you will do well to do as you’re told, to be submissive and compliant at all times. Fulfilling our desires is your only function. Not that you will have much to gain from doing as you’re told, but simply because you have much to lose.”
Whilst Richard spoke, Harlan had untied the kicking redhead and slammed her face first onto the table top with her shapely arse in the air. She wasn’t screaming anymore thanks to his meaty hands circling her neck. Her eyes bulged madly and her face was a darker shade of red.
He’s going to fucking kill her, Molly thought in horror. But she was too scared to make a sound, she even held her breath as Harlan raped her. She didn’t want to be next. That disgusting, monster cock was plummeting the girl’s rectum and with every plunder, it came away glistening red.
No one moaned into their gags anymore, only Harlan’s grunts could be heard as Richard continued to speak:
“I would also like to add that escape is impossible. We are in the depths of the countryside, there is not even the smallest of villages for at least forty miles. This château grounds are over ten-thousand acres, and even if by some miracle you managed to slip by the many guards outside that patrol the building twenty-four hours a day, and you managed to navigate the two miles to the border, you still would not be able to scale the thirty-foot, barbed wire topped wall that completely surrounds the building.”
He stopped speaking for a moment to let his words sink in. The sounds of Harlan’s grunts hung over the table like a poisonous gas. She glanced over at Mike, who was also looking at her. Amidst all this depravity, all this sickness, all this repulsive sleaze, she was absurdly touched that he was looking into her eyes, and not at her breasts. The two other guys sat next to him had avoided eye contact with her, and when they had looked her way their collective gaze had lingered on her breasts. But not Mike. She felt the connection between them. She even managed a small smile. Fleetingly he returned it with the weakest smile she had ever seen in her life. There were tears in his eyes as he did so.
“And wives, you should also know that you will receive no special treatment. We wish to kill our guests for sport, but we wish to kill you because Sebastian and I are sick of being married. You will be treated more harshly than the other party guests. All of you remember this; it is not as human beings that we see you. You are animals to us; animals that we feed in return for their services. Animals that we beat when they refuse to be put to use.”
“Speaking of which, I’m starving. Should we not untie the guests and start the feast? This is a party, after all.”
“Indeed, Sebastian, indeed. Would you all kindly excuse me one moment?”
Just as Richard got up to leave the table, Harlan ejaculated. He groaned loudly, his body taut, the veins in his neck standing out in stark relief.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, squeezing the girl’s neck so hard her face went from red to purple.
“Mind yourself, brother, mind yourself,” Richard admonished from the double doors before disappearing through them.
Molly noticed with some relief that his hands went slack around the girl’s neck and her colour slowly returned to something approaching normal as she remained slumped over the table, retching pitifully.
“Fuck, that was good,” he said, rubbing his still hard, blood splattered cock before shoving it back in his trousers.
He got to work helping Sebastian untie the six pairs of hands that were bound to the armrests. Harlan pushed the shell-shocked redhead back into her seat and she screamed in pain. A puddle of blood pooled beneath her chair and Molly shuddered in pity, wondering how much internal damage had been wrought inside of her.
Sebastian untied Molly.
“We’re going to have so much fun,” he whispered in her ear before moving on to Evangeline.
As soon as the girl was untied she slumped against her, a dead weight agains
t her bad arm. Molly removed her own gag.
“Evangeline? Are you okay?”
She knew the question was stupid, but she didn’t know what the hell else to ask. The girl looked up at her and mouthed something. Of course. Thanks to Harlan and his penknife, the girl was mute.
“So you’re Molly, then.”
Molly looked sideways past Evangeline and past the injured redhead who still hadn’t moved from her position slumped over the table at the beautiful woman who had addressed her.
“Yes. Why?”
But even as she asked why, she got it instantly. This was Sebastian’s wife, and she was jealous. Fucked in the head undoubtedly, but still jealous nonetheless.
“I just wanted to know, that’s all.”
Molly felt a rise of anger at this stupid woman’s misplaced jealousy. Her own husband was about to kill her and all she cared about was the fact her husband wanted to kill another woman too.
That is so fucked up.
“I didn’t ask to come here and get slaughtered.”
“Now, now, ladies,” Sebastian laughed, untying the last of the three lads. “As much as I love beautiful women fighting over me, you bitches don’t get to call the shots. This is mine, Richard’s and Harlan’s party, and you’re the guests, so as such you should be polite and respectful. Isn’t that right, Harlan?”
“Sure is,” he said, sitting down in his seat.
Richard reappeared and everyone was seated round the table once more to begin the dinner party from hell.
12.
Richard had brought one of the guards in with him. The newcomer stood casually against the far wall with the rifle trained on them.
“Just a little incentive for you all to behave. I find a constant, visual threat works wonders. Cheers, everybody.”
Richard raised his champagne glass in a toast. Molly was the first to raise hers in response, she remembered all too well what Harlan had done to her still aching arm when she hadn’t. When Mike raised his glass his eyes locked with hers and somehow his gaze imbued her with the tiniest glimmer of hope.
The two boys next to him cried softly, but still they managed to raise their glasses. The same couldn’t be said for the two girls to Molly’s right. Now that they no longer had their wrists tied to their chairs, both the redhead and Evangeline were slumped face first on the table. The three men appeared to be ignoring such disobedience. For now.
Another two men dressed in black entered the room. Both had plates of food balanced up their arms, and after a few trips back and forth, the plates were laid before each of them. It smelled divine and looked good enough to be served up in any restaurant.
Her heart lurched in hope. Food means cutlery. Cutlery means knife…
Any hope was immediately dashed when the cutlery was laid before them and it was plastic, like at a kid’s party. She doubted that the knife could even cut through bread, let alone human flesh. How was she supposed to take down three men with a plastic knife? Or a real one, for that matter? She noticed that their three captors had real cutlery, though.
All thoughts of knifing the bastards was temporarily forgotten when the jug of water was delivered and poured into long glasses. The three boys and Molly knocked it back with giddy relief.
“Evangeline,” Molly said softly, nudging the near passed-out girl. “You must drink something.”
She remained unresponsive.
“Leave her,” Sebastian said sharply. “Unless, of course, you wish to become the next sport.”
She really didn’t.
“Eat!” Richard said, clapping his hands together. “You will need your strength. Bon appetit.”
Molly glanced at the guard with the gun and picked up her knife and fork. Despite her terror, her stomach growled in hunger. When was the last time she’d eaten? Time was jumbled and meaningless.
“I’m sick of those bitches with their heads on the table. Guard,” Richard barked, clicking his fingers, “please take them away. Put them to bed and tend to their needs, make them as strong as can be for later. The rest of you, eat, for pity’s sake.”
The guard came over and scooped up the groaning redhead, cradling her in his arms like a baby. While the girls were taken away, the others listlessly ate. The three men however, ate heartily.
As much as Molly hated to admit it, the food was excellent. Just a simple chicken dish on a bed of salad, but the marinade was to die for.
Richard talked as he ate. “You all must be exhausted, after dinner you will rest and the party will resume after your naps. We shall all enjoy some games now at dinner, but the real celebrations will begin at our next gathering. I should imagine that most of you will live long enough for that. I think that perhaps we should all get to know each other a little better, first. Shall we start with the boys? You at the end. Introduce yourself to the rest of the table.”
Mike put down his knife and fork. Molly admired his resolve in the face of adversity. If he was scared, he sure wasn’t showing it.
“My name’s Mike,” he said in a soft voice with hardly a tremor. “I’m twenty-two-years-old and I’m a mechanic.”
“Indeed,” Richard said, laughing. “The little grease monkey was helping to service one of my vintage cars and I thought to myself, ‘there’s a lad I wouldn’t mind servicing myself, even if he is a little older than I normally prefer.”
Sebastian and Harlan laughed.
“You have fine taste, Dick. Where did you find the other two boys? And the redheaded girl? I’m afraid I can only claim responsibility for Molly. And Evangeline, of course, who is currently indisposed.”
“Let the boys talk for themselves. You, lad, tell us about yourself.”
Richard was addressing the boy next to Mike. Tears glistened in his big blue eyes and he hastily wiped them away.
“My name is James. I’m nineteen and a student. I’ve never seen these men before in my life.”
“No, James, you probably haven’t. But I saw you,” Richard said conversationally. “How could I miss a boy such as yourself? A boy of such heart-breaking, extraordinary beauty? I saw you when I drove past a park in London. You were sitting under a tree reading a book. You looked so angelic with the sun playing in your golden hair, so studious and adorable. I had one of my men follow you, and the rest, as they say, is history.”
The boy in question cried silent tears. He was indeed beautiful, Molly thought. He looked younger than his nineteen years and had about him an air of innocence. Richard’s gaze settled on the third, dark-haired lad.
“I’m Tim. I’m eighteen-years-old and I’ve just left college.”
“I spotted this one in a crowd of people on a busy London street. Something about the sweet lines of his face drew me to him. That, and his sweet little arse.”
The men laughed. Molly glanced at the two wives. Sebastian’s wife’s expression was unreadable. She looked neither scared nor happy. Richard’s wife, however, looked about ready to scream bloody murder. She constantly snivelled and her mounds of fat trembled slightly with her barely controlled sobbing.
“Young lady,” Richard said, addressing her. “Tell us a little about you.”
“I’m Molly, I’m twenty-two and I’m at university.”
“The second I saw you in the strip-club I had to have you,” Sebastian added. “You are quite possibly the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life.”
That’s when Molly glimpsed the hurt behind Bethan’s carefully composed façade, but just as quick it was gone again.
“Fabulous. Now we all know a little bit about each other, let’s eat, drink and make merry. Cheers,” Richard said, raising his glass in yet another toast.
“Cheers,” everyone around the table echoed.
“So, tell me Sebastian and Harlan, are you ready for the most impure, evil party of your lives?”
“You bet,” Harlan said.
“Absolutely,” Sebastian agreed.
“You’ll never get away with this,” Mike said.
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bsp; Molly’s toes curled at Mike’s outburst. Luckily for him, it was met with amusement.
“Of course we will, you silly little boy,” Richard replied. “Mine and Sebastian’s prestige keeps us well beyond reach of those vulgar instrument of repression which should only be used against commoners like you.”
“This chicken really is delicious,” Harlan said, polishing off his plate and rubbing his stomach. “In fact, I can feel it working through as we speak. Brother? Whom may I take?”
“Use my wife, she is, after all, the inspiration for this party.”
“No!” Esther cried. “Please, Richard, I can’t take any more, have pity on me. I have stood by your side for so many years, I have turned a blind eye to your countless indiscretions with young men…”
“And got rich and fat off my worldly wealth in the process. Do not rouse my anger, my dear, and do as you are bid.”
Harlan sprang up from his seat and yanked the fat woman off her chair. She thumped to her knees, sobbing.
“Lie on your back, and open your mouth, for I wish to shit in your mouth,” Harlan said.
Molly simply could not believe what she was hearing. She watched the unfolding scene, completely stunned. No one else moved either, the shocked silence that hung over the table a living, breathing thing. Harlan aimed a kick at the woman’s face and she fell backwards, the back of her skull bouncing off the parquet floor.
Harlan squatted over the woman’s face, his feet firmly planted either side of her shoulders. He proceeded to loosen his suit pants so that his hairy arse hung inches over the woman’s face.
He strained until his veins popped on his neck and his face turned red.
“I need to be frigged. You, boy, get over here and wank my cock.”
He spoke to the blonde called James. James just sat there, looking as stunned as Molly felt.
“Do it, boy,” Richard added. “Or things will be much worse for you than just having to perform a little hand job.”
The boy went over and bent awkwardly over the grotesque spectacle. Tears streamed out of his eyes when he tentatively reached out for Harlan’s cock. It had been hidden by his thighs because it hung straight down, but now James had freed it. It looked as large as a fireman’s hose in his little hand and he awkwardly pulled the foreskin back and forth over the hard shaft. It proved too difficult for the boy to keep this up one-handed and he held onto the disgusting thing with both hands. He was forced onto his knees by the sheer awkwardness of his position and got to work in earnest.