I’d like to think it was merely to meet Nic, the man I love, even though I never saw that coming. It seems my reason may have been two-fold for following Dani’s advice and joining her that night. The night that changed my life.
The car stops and James pulls my leash that’s attached to the collar he has tightly wrapped around my neck. He’s never gentle about anything he does. When he gets out of the car, he jerks the leash, making me run forward and nearly fall.
My bare feet are what helps me not to get tripped up and I walk quickly behind him with my head down. The smells of hay, animal shit, and cotton candy hit my nose as he hurries along with me into a large wooden gate.
As we walk inside, I can tell we’re at a zoo. It’s dark but the half-moon’s light glows off the white snow-covered walkway. My feet are freezing but that’s okay. It’s making my mind sharp as the snow bites at the soles of my feet.
We meet a man who unlocks a cage and I am placed inside of it. “You will wait here until the show begins,” James tells me as he takes my cuffed hands and pulls them up, looping them over a screw that’s jutting out of the enclosure.
My toes barely touch the snow-covered ground as my body is stretched to its limits. Then he does something I did not see coming. My mask is pulled off and he puts a gag-ball in my mouth and ties the straps so tightly, I can’t make more than a slight sound. My mask is put back on with no one the wiser that I am unable to scream or make loud noises.
I had relied on his want to hear my screams and cries so I could shout for someone to get Nic. Now that’s gone. He must’ve thought about it and decided it was too risky to expect me to comply with the bond.
Growls fill the air behind me. Large cats, lions perhaps. Bears, for certain. And wolves howl in the darkness behind me. My body heats with the terror I’m feeling. I am at the mercy of the animals in the position I’m in.
Would he really allow the animals to rip me apart? Would any of the members who will soon be here allow that kind of show to be put on?
I have no idea to what extremes any of the people, who make the BBC their hobby, will go to in order to push the envelope. James seems to want to scare the shit out of them all. Especially me.
I watch as other women are brought into the cage. They all give me sorrowful gazes as they enter the cage, all wearing the same thing I am. Some of their red cloaks blow apart as they walk in, showing me the same little leather straps I have on, that merely accent their private areas, covering none.
All the other women, who are around my size, have their hair pulled back into a high ponytail and we all wear the same full facial mask to hide our identity to the maximum effect.
I, alone, am cuffed and hanging up. Dropping my head lower, I can see out of the corners of my eyes they are being placed on either side of me. Six on one side and six on the other.
The animals who I hear have to be in other cages behind this one or we’d have been attacked by now. Two gurneys are brought in and I have to wonder why that is. Does he plan to kill a couple of the women tonight?
The gurneys are put at the end of each line of the other slaves and then two chairs are brought in and placed at the front of each line. My heart starts to beat harder as music begins to well up and I hear claps and cheers.
Looking up for a moment, I realize a heavy black curtain is shielding us from the audience’s view. The members of the BBC and their slaves are waiting on the other side of the curtain for the show to begin.
A man, wearing tight spandex pants that reveal a huge bulge between his muscular legs, walks up next to me. He has on a black mask and horns protrude through the top, making him appear demon-like. His mask is slit at the mouth and he leans up, licking the length of my neck. “Prepare to find out what hell is really like, Slave.”
I had an idea it was James and nod as I can’t speak at all with the thing in my mouth. My body already hurts and the real torture hasn’t even begun.
The music comes to a crescendo then falls to complete silence. And I am doomed!
Chapter 4
NICHOLAI
Taking a place at the front of the seating that’s been set up for the show, I don’t see Natasha’s parents anywhere. Her mother may not have been able to get her father to come to this place.
If I am right about who Hawthorne is trying to make his newest slave, then her father needs to be here. I may need his help as I have no idea who will help me to save her and who will help Hawthorne to keep her.
I called my father and he’s supposed to be here too. But I didn’t see him either. It’s extremely hard to tell who is who in the dim lighting and with all the black tuxedos and masks all the men are wearing.
They will be here if needed, I hope.
The music swells and then stops and I find myself sitting on the edge of my seat. Slowly, the black curtain rises and everything behind it is pitch black.
A sudden burst of sound and light open a spotlight on a young woman who is handcuffed and strung up at the front middle of a large cage. An animal enclosure. A man, James Hawthorne, most certainly, is standing next to her. His hand is on her long ponytail.
She is wearing a mask that hides her entire face and a red cloak is covering her body, though I can see small glimpses of naked flesh underneath it. It’s freezing out here and she has on no shoes which pisses me off no matter who that is.
The light spreads out, showing two lines of six women each on either side of the one James is next to. They all are dressed exactly alike. It’s impossible to tell one from the other.
The music goes into jungle-like sounds and more lights fill the cages behind the enclosure. The animals in the other cages roar, growl, and howl. It’s nearly deafening all the noise they make as they all seem highly agitated.
I look the animals over and find one cage houses two male lions, A huge bear is in another, and three wolves are in the last cage. All seem to be males and that has me worried about what he’s going to have the women do.
James is wearing some type of demon mask and looks every bit the part. He turns the woman who is strung up, the one I assume is to be his new slave, to one side. Taking her head, he lifts it up and makes her look to the left. “You will watch as I please your sister slaves.”
I see the woman nod then James walks away, going to the last woman in the line and picking her up, placing her on a gurney, he pushes her to lie back on it and tosses her red cape back to reveal her body, naked except for some leather straps that cover nothing.
Lifting her knees up as he spreads her legs open, he wheels the gurney to the side so the audience can see what he’s about to do better. His tongue flicks out of the slit in his full facial mask and the women in the audience moan and pant.
Forcing the women’s legs as far apart as they will possibly go, he leans over and licks her with one long slow lick. I shudder as the women in the audience shriek and shout out their praises to him.
The animals stop what they were doing and watch James as he performs cunnilingus on his slave and she moans and writhes as he does. Her hands grip the sides of the gurney but she never arches up to him while he administers to her. Only the top part of her body is moving.
I look back at the new slave and see her head is lowered. She is not looking as James instructed her to and that has me thinking my hunch is absolutely correct.
Turning back, I scan the audience and still cannot find her parents or my father. I look back as the woman screams in ecstasy. When James pulls his face away from her, his mask is shiny with her juices around the slit where his mouth is.
Quickly I look and find the new slave’s head is still looking down and I look back and see James has seen that too. He makes quick, long strides to her and takes a whip from behind a chair that is near her. “Open your eyes, Slave!”
Her head snaps up and she looks at him. His whip flies through the air, catching her on her back and making her body arch to get away from the strike. “Watch me as I pleasure your sister slaves. Your turn is comin
g.”
She nods and looks at him as he goes to the next woman. He merely points to the ground as he approaches the next to the last woman and she falls quickly to her hands and knees. He twirls his finger and she moves so we see her from the side.
He pulls his swollen cock out and she takes it into her mouth. My eyes leave them as one of the lion’s roars, taking my attention momentarily then they dart back to James. The way he’s facing toward the new slave and the other four women who are standing in line, looking down, has him whistling to make them look at them.
All four heads turn in unison as he says, “Give me something to look at, Slaves.”
The women know what he wants without being told and two of them automatically take positions, lying on the ground while the other two take positions at their centers and start kissing their sister slaves in their intimate areas. All of them make tons of sounds as he seems to like all that noise.
When I hear a gag coming from just behind me, I look over my shoulder and spot what has to be Natasha’s parents as the woman’s face is buried in the man’s chest and he too cannot watch what’s happening.
I look back at the stage to find James beginning to quiver as his juices shoot down the woman’s throat and he moans loudly. The sound of all the people moaning has the animals going completely insane. Growling and pawing at the cages to get free. I would guess the smell of sex is abundant in their sensitive nostrils and making them crazy horny.
The two women who were performing on their sister slaves are drawn up by him and he kisses them back and forth, sampling all the tastes. He then gestures for them to go to the slave who just sucked him off and they all three trade kisses then and the first slave he pleased joins them. Then he pulls the other slaves who are still lying on the ground up and ushers them to trade kisses with the others.
He leaves them all kissing and fondling one another as he makes his way to the hanging slave. Walking straight up to her, he takes her by the waist and holds her tightly. “You, I will make mine. My cock is only for you on this night.” He gestures to the women, who have yet to do a thing, the other six slaves who stand with their heads down. “Your sister slaves will prepare you for me. I prefer your flesh be tender before I devour it.”
Lifting her up, he takes her cuffed hands off a hook and places her feet on the ground. With a few steps back, he looks at the other women and claps his hands twice.
They fall into action, making their way to the new slave. She is standing and waiting for them. Two take her arms and lead her to a chair that is near her and place her cuffed hands on the back of it.
The other four women are placing the fourth slave’s hands on the back of the opposite chair, just like the new slave’s are. Two of the women get whips that are behind the chairs.
James watches as he rubs his cock which has been placed back inside his tight black spandex pants. The older slave is struck first and she screams a blood curdling scream.
It makes my insides shake. I’ve never had this reaction to that before. Their cloaks are still on so the whip did not hit the flesh but that woman sounded as if it hurt like hell.
When the other woman hits the new slave, not a sound is made and James claps his hands. “She may seem tough but she is hiding something.”
The audience says, “Oh!” all at once.
I watch closely to see any sign the new slave is Natasha. My eyes scan everything as James and all of his slaves are in the enclosure. There is a large padlock that is holding what looks like the one large gate closed.
I have to look very hard into the darkness at the outside far end of the cage and there I see a person completely clad in black and I bet anything he has the key to that gate.
The fact James has him and his women locked in that cage together and away from all of us is a red flag to me. I look back and see the man who has the woman’s face hidden in his chest and lift my mask up enough to reveal my eyes to him. When he nods at me and winks, I know it’s Natasha’s father.
I point to the man in black who I think might have the key and he looks that way then nods at me. I feel a bit of relief as he then points at a man standing to the far left then one to the far right and he winks again. I take that to mean he’s brought back-up and that is a gift in itself.
Though I am still not sure that’s Natasha as I think she’d have screamed her ass off by now. I wait and watch the show to see if something will be revealed to me.
But I pray it’s not her up there!
Chapter 5
NATASHA
All the sounds are working against me, drawing my mind into the sex. The animals are even excited. And that has me very worried about what else James has in store for us, his slaves.
I’ve tried my best to scan the audience but when I do get a chance to look out, I can’t see a thing as the damn spotlights hit my eyes and blind me. It almost seems as if we’re alone here in this cage. Only the sounds of people shouting and clapping let me know people must be out there, watching us all.
The whip, falling across my cloak-covered back didn’t really hurt. I suppose the other woman knows what James wants to hear and gives it to him. All of the other women are loud, a thing Nic didn’t like at all. Their sounds are fake, I can tell.
They all sound like the few pornos I did catch bits and pieces of in the boys’ dorms in my early years of college. Nic hates that fake shit and so do I. But I know all too soon the pain will be real and if that man actually sticks his fucking cock in me, I will cry like a baby. I know I will.
No one may hear me as he’s stuck this damn ball in my mouth, but tears will flow and my heart will break into millions of tiny shards. My only love is Nicholai Grimm and my heart will always beat only for him. No matter what!
I look to the right and find the other woman, who is being punished like I am, is being stripped of her cloak. The next lash will strike her pearly white skin and I flinch as my cloak is untied and taken off too.
I am bent over, holding the back of the chair. It’s shielding me from anyone seeing anything much as far as boobs or the other essential areas are concerned. But I can feel the cold on my body and my nipples are as erect as they can get.
When the whip comes down on the other slave’s back, she grips the chair so tight, her knuckles are white and she screams like crazy. I watch a trail of blood rise to the surface of her back and begin to drip off her side.
I brace myself for some excruciating pain and when the whip hits me, it burns like fire. I scream but the gag holds it in. I find two of the other slaves holding me still as another strike is made on my sister slave and then I get another.
I see my blood drip off both sides of my back. My stomach hurts as the pain is bad enough to make me nauseous. Before I can even get a hold of myself, James takes me by the throat and his fat cock presses against my ass as he pulls me up in front of him.
The places on my back, where my skin has been split, burn as he holds me so tight, my back touches his chest. He moves behind me, his torso rubbing my pulsing back, making it hurt worse.
Stepping to one side, the chair is no longer hiding anything. My body is bare to the audience. He steps beside me and I see my blood all over his chest. My body is shaking with the pain and embarrassment.
He steps behind me again, towering over me. His hands run down my arms and he lifts my arms up over my head. Elongating my body and further exposing me to the people who are watching this act of cruelty.
They may think it’s just an act. A dramatic, erotic act. But it’s real and the man who is holding me up as his prize is a real demon, not a fake one.
If I could talk, if I didn’t have this thing in my mouth, now would be the time I’d scream for help. But I am utterly helpless and James Hawthorne is acutely aware of that fact.
Suddenly the sound of someone hitting the cage has me looking up and I see a man in a tuxedo and a Phantom of the Opera mask, standing just outside the cage. His fingers are curled around the fencing as he leans on it and
looks at me. “Natasha?”
It’s Nic and I nod, only to find James pulling my ponytail to stop me from nodding anymore. I’m tossed quickly back to my sister slaves who form a circle around me, hiding me from Nic.
My hands are cuffed and the women who are in the same boat as me are holding me back from getting to the man who can help me. I look at each of them with begging eyes. It’s to no avail I see as they all look away.
One of them whispers, “It’s no use, sister. Accept your fate as we all have.”
I shake my head and look at them frantically as I hear Nic shouting, “Pete has my slave in his quarters. I have the bond here to prove that!”
“You have no bond with any of my slaves, Bill. Take a seat and enjoy the show,” I hear James say.
The animals go crazy as a commotion at the far end of the enclosure is loud and shouts are heard. Then I hear my father’s voice shout, “You are under arrest, James Hawthorne!”
The pack of women who have surrounded me, break open on one side as James comes into the circle. They close the circle around us as he tosses me to the ground and yanks my ass back up. I feel his erection on the naked flesh of my ass but the spandex is still covering him. He’s trying to take me before Nic can get through the locked gate. I start to kick and move to evade him. “Hold her,” he tells the other women through clenched teeth.
He pulls me back and I feel something hot on the back of my neck and scream but no one hears a thing as the gag keeps me quiet. I struggle to get away from him as I feel the smooth skin at the tip of his dick touch my ass cheek and I buck like I’ve never bucked in my life.
“Move!” I hear Nic’s deep voice command as the women who were surrounding me are sent out of his way. I am sprawled out on the hard, cold ground, my ass pulled into the air. As I feel the weight of James lifted off me, I roll out of the way.
Instantly, the other women have me and pull me with them to one side of the enclosure. The animals are so loud I can barely hear a thing. Boos and hisses echo in the background as the audience make their sentiments known.
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