Placing her head on my shoulder, she whispers, “Want to talk about it?”
I just shake my head. She has enough shit to deal with.
I relax for a moment, just letting go of the anger. Anger has never solved anything. I just keep telling myself that.
I can only hope that Sophia will be okay until I can take her home.
“When are we leaving?”
River’s shoulders sag. “We get them on Sunday. Two more nights in this hell hole before we can go home.”
Fuck. That’s the last thing I wanted to hear. A lot can go wrong in two days. An edgy feeling settles in my gut. It’s the same feeling I used to get while doing a tour. My gut never lies. If it says that shit’s about to go down, then I listen. Right now, my gut is screaming.
Chapter Seven
Sophia~
After I’ve showered, I make my way to the kitchen where the girls are waiting. If they’re not seeing to the needs of a Master or Mistress, they have to work. I usually split them up into four groups. Each group gets a part of the house to clean. I take my job seriously. If the house is clean, then Master Sven is happy.
I walk into the kitchen only to find it empty. For a moment, I stand confused, wondering where the girls are. They’ve never been late before. They won’t dare.
“Rosa has taken over as head of the slaves. You’re no longer needed,” Master Sven says from behind me.
I swing around and it takes a moment for his words to register.
I’m no longer needed?
Oh no, I’m being punished for last night. I knew I’d get in trouble for not satisfying a Master.
“Master Lowery is waiting for you in his usual room. You’ll see to his needs and then report back to me.” Master Sven leaves me standing in the kitchen.
My chest hurts. I’ve never been replaced. I’ve always been good enough. It hurts to fail.
I quickly go to the room where Master Lowery is. Luckily I’ve just showered, so it saves time. I knock on the door and go in. I close it behind me and sink down to the floor into my usual kneeling position.
“Ahh, there’s my pussy. You may rise,” Master Lowery says. “Put on your costume.”
I move to the bed where the outfit is. It’s the same outfit every time. I have to put cat ears on my head. The bra only covers the bottom of my breasts, pushing them up. Two pieces of material, which tie at my sides, cover my ass and pussy. A leather tail is attached to the material covering my ass. Last is the collar, which goes around my neck.
When I’m done, I sink down to the floor again, getting on my hands and knees.
“Here pussy, pussy,” Master Lowery calls
I crawl closer, making sure to sway my hips from side to side.
“Is my pussy thirsty?”
He caresses me from my head to the tip of my ass.
“Purr,” I make the sound he wants to hear while rubbing my head against his leg.
Using his foot, he nudges the bowl of milk on the floor towards me.
“You’re such a good pussy. Have some milk.”
I lap some milk up, making sure to shove my ass in the air for Master Lowery’s viewing pleasure. He shoves the material out of the way, then draws a finger down the crack of my ass until he reaches my opening. He slips a finger in.
“Tsk, your pussy is dry. We have to wet it. Get on the bed.”
I move quickly, eager to please him. If I can please Master Lowery, then maybe Master Sven will give me my position as head of the slaves back.
I lie down on my back and open my legs wide. Master Lowery unties the strings at my sides and removes the material from me. Taking the tip of the tail, he dips it in the milk. He pushes the tip inside me. He repeats the process a couple of times before he places the bowl down.
“Does the pussy like her milk?” he asks as he pushes the tip of the tail into me again.
“Purr,” I moan just the way he likes it.
He takes the tail out and then licks it, before he settles his face between my legs. He starts to lick my pussy, making purring sounds as he enjoys it. Every now and then I let out a moan. It’s important to let Master Lowery know I’m thankful for the attention he’s giving me.
He sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “What do we say?” he asks, cupping his ear.
“Thank you for cleaning my filthy pussy, Master.”
“Well,” he says as he brings his hard cock to my opening, “I can’t have my dick getting dirty, now can I?”
“No, Master,” I answer quickly.
He shoves into me and I let out a moan for him. He pulls out and then shoves back in a couple of times, jarring my body up and down. There’s a sharp pain every time he slams into me, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Soon he starts to grunt, his movements growing jerky. His face turns red as he comes, and his body convulses over mine.
He gets off me and he goes straight to the bathroom so he can shower my filth off of him. I quickly remove the rest of the costume. I have to be out of the room before he comes out of the shower.
I place the costume in the bag he left on the floor and silently leave the room.
I go back to my room and shower. We have to shower before and after being with a client. Master Sven hates it when we smell like sex.
I’m drying myself when Master Sven comes in. “Master David is waiting for you,” he snaps.
I nod and rush by him. I can’t keep Master David waiting.
“Slave,” Master Sven calls out. I stop by the door and turn around, my eyes on the floor. “You’re not my problem anymore.”
I don’t understand his words, so I just nod and rush from the room. When I get to Master David’s room, the door is open. I peek inside, not knowing if I should still knock.
My eyes widen and my throat dries up at the sight in front of me. Master David is fucking Rosa.
“Close the door,” Master David snaps at me.
I move fast, closing the door before looking at the floor. Rosa’s moans are getting louder, and I can hear the slap or their skin as he thrusts into her.
“Your pussy is so much better,” he pants and then he comes with a load groan. My heart squeezes painfully.
I’ve been replaced. Everywhere. I’m nothing.
“Whore!” Master David snaps me out of my dark thoughts. “Get your filthy ass over here and clean her pussy.”
My feet move automatically. I have to clean Rosa. At least it means that I’m still good for something. Right?
Rosa lies on the edge of the bed with her legs wide open. I kneel in front of her and place my hands in my lap. I lean forward and start to lick Master David’s come off of her.
I’m still licking Rosa’s pussy when Master David grabs a handful of my hair. He yanks me back and my scalp burns as patches of hair are ripped out.
He shoves my face into the floor, crushing my nose against the carpet. I swallow the cry down.
“You’re not good enough to clean my slave’s pussy. I should remove your tongue for touching her,” he threatens.
He yanks me back up, ripping more hair out. My scalp is on fire but I force the pain to the back of my mind.
He shoves his hand into my mouth, and grabs hold of my tongue. He pinches it hard between two fingers, and the pain makes my eyes water.
“I’m going to rip your tongue out.”
I swallow down the spit gathering in my mouth. Fear makes icy shivers race down my back. Panic floods my mind. Things are going horribly wrong and I don’t know how to stop it.
There’s a knock on the door and Master David lets go of my tongue. He yanks me to my feet and shouts, “What?”
From behind the door I can hear Master Sven’s muffled voice. “It’s time. He should finish up with the Westbrooks in the next five minutes.”
“Come, whore. It’s time to say goodbye,” Master David sneers.
Goodbye?
No. NoNoNo! He’s going to kill me.
His grip on my hair is tight as he drag
s me from the room. We go down to the second floor and right outside Jack’s room, Master David shoves me to my knees.
“Suck my cock with that filthy mouth, and then I’ll beat you for it.”
He grabs my jaw, his fingers digging brutally into my skin. He forces my head back so that I have to look up at him.
“You deserve to be beaten for being a filthy whore, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” I whimper, still hoping that I can please him in some way.
I unzip his pants and take out his limp cock. I start sucking it, hoping he’ll get hard and remember how good I am. His hands go to my head and he slams his pelvis hard into my face. Pain splinters through my nose and my vision blurs.
Every time he slams into my face, it’s harder than before. Pain engulfs my head until I can’t see anything.
I gag on his cock and spit runs down my chin. Tears streak down my cheeks and I can’t do anything to stop them.
Suddenly, I’m shoved back and I fall on my ass.
Some of my vision returns, and it’s just enough to see Jack slamming Master David up against the wall.
Cold horror flushes through my body and I start to shiver. This is bad. They will kill Jack for that.
Jack’s face is pulled tight with anger and pain.
Master David’s face turns red and his mouth pulls into a thin white line.
“Get your filthy hands off of me, slave.”
Master Sven grabs Jack from behind and pulls him away from Master David. Just as Master David shoves his cock back into his pants, Jack manages to yank free from Master Sven.
Never before have I seen a slave fighting a master.
When Master David and Master Sven are done beating Jack, Master David stalks over to me. My eyes grow huge as he pulls his leg back. The kick to my side forces all the air from my lungs. Sharp pain rips through my chest.
I fall to the side and wait for the next kick to come. Master Adam must’ve been very displeased with me. I tried so hard, but none of that matters now. This is the price I have to pay.
Master David grabs me by my hair, and drags me behind him as he walks down the hallway. I try to get on my knees so I can crawl so it will hurt less then.
When we get to the stairs, he hauls me forward. I do my best to keep my balance, but then he kicks me in the stomach. The force of his kick sends me sprawling backwards. I can’t stop the momentum of my body as I start to tumble down the stairs.
Each stair I hit jars my body horribly. Pain shudders through every part of me. I roll onto the floor below, and even though I’m in pain, I try to get to my knees. Master David’s foot slams into my throat. A throbbing ache explodes in my throat. I can’t suck in any air as my throat closes up from the pain.
White hot panic washes over me and I realize that this is it. I’m going to die today. Horror quickly replaces the panic.
“Crawl, Whore.” he yells.
I drag myself onto my knees and crawl as fast as I can. I keep swaying to the side as my vision grows dark around the edges. I’m in too much pain to try and sway my hips. My throat is hurting terribly, but at least I manage to suck in some air.
I get to the door that leads to the training room, but I don’t dare get up. I’ve never seen Master David like this and it terrifies me.
Master David shoves the door open and grabs my hair again, twisting my head painfully back. He towers over me and sneers, “That will be the fucking day that I have to open a door for you. Get your useless ass in there.”
Spittle hits my face and then he shoves me hard. I fall forward and unable to stop myself in time, my chin to slams hard into the ground. I bite my tongue and it feels as if my teeth are shattering from the force. Severe pain fills my mouth as blood dribbles down my chin.
Master David starts to kick me and I half crawl, half drag myself deeper into the room. Suddenly he grabs me by my neck and he yanks me up. With the tight grip he has on me, I struggle to get air down my throat.
He shoves me roughly and I fall over a bench.
His hands are hard on my arms as he forces me down onto the bench. He fastens my wrists with the shackles on the other side, so my ass is in the air. Every drop of blood I have rushes to my head and it makes me dizzy to the point that it feels like I’m going to pass out.
The first burning sting of a whip lashes across my back. The first few lashes aren’t that bad. I’ve been whipped before, but never so it would leave a mark.
As the whip starts to break my skin, the burning becomes an intense fire, until I can’t keep the whimpers in anymore and they start to slip out.
I can only hear the whip whistling through the air, the smack as it tears into me, and Master David’s harsh breaths.
This will make him happy. This will make him forgive me. I just have to hold on. I’ll do anything for him to forgive me.
He starts to whip my ass and then the back of my legs. The pain engulfs me, quickly becoming too much. I pinch my eyes closed, hoping I can hold out and make Master David proud.
When he suddenly shoves the handle of the whip into my pussy, the pain is unbearable, and it rips a cry from me.
Ruthlessly, he shoves it deeper. My whole abdomen clenches as an excruciating pain rips through me.
I’ve never been punished this severely before. It’s never been this bad. I’ve always listened and done exactly what I was told.
I thought they liked me.
I thought they were pleased with me.
What have I done that was so wrong? Is this really all because I couldn’t satisfy Master Adam?
Master David leans over my back that’s ablaze with fiery pain. He yanks my head until my neck stretches so much, I can’t breathe or swallow.
“Not so pretty anymore, are you? Let me see why Master Lowery likes to fuck you with a tail.”
I hear his zipper go down and then he slams hard inside my ass. He keeps the whip in my pussy and with each thrust into my ass, he jars my hips against the bench, and forces the whip deeper inside me.
After a while, when it feels like he might fuck the whip right through me, I hear him sneer, “Thanks for all the money you made us, you dumb fuck.”
My heart lurches from the venom dripping from his words.
“Sadly, every hole has an expiration date and you’ve reached yours. No use in pretending anymore. But hey, the money you made us came in handy. The new Ferrari I bought, with some of the money they paid for the two of you, drives like a dream.”
He keeps slamming hard into me, each thrust sending wave after ravaging wave of throbbing pain through my body. I don’t understand why he’s telling me this!
Master David comes, slamming even harder into me. He falls over my back and then says all out of breath, “Remember I told you I’m a god? Remember I told you that I decide whether you live or die?”
I can’t nod or even manage a yes. All I can do is hang over the bench while it feels as if I’m being devoured by all the pain.
“You might as well be dead, whore. You’ll never be anything but a filthy fuck that can’t satisfy a master. No one wants an ugly whore.”
He shoves off of me and then I hear him say, “Finish the whore off when you’re done with that piece of shit who thinks he’s my brother.”
Time crawls by and I start to hope that I’ll pass out. The pain is too much and I cry silently.
I can hear them killing Jack and I know I’m next.
Terror crushes me and I start to scream and yank at the shackles. They start to beat me with something and it feels as if they’re ripping me apart.
When the darkness comes, I try so hard to fight it. An unholy fear engulfs me as the darkness drags me under.
Chapter Eight
Adam~
I’ve noticed that there are guards on every floor, but not outside. I pointed this out to Cameron, and his answer was simple – it’s so that no attention is drawn to the property.
It makes sense. The perverted fucks doing business with him know abo
ut the guards, and won’t try anything. Whereas people on the outside have no fucking clue about all the sick and twisted shit happening here.
We’re taken to Cameron’s office to finalize everything. It feels as if I’m balancing on a live wire. Something is wrong. I’m on high alert.
“There’s been a development,” Cameron says. His beady eyes dart from River’s face to mine. He’s looking for a reaction from us which only makes me more on guard.
I can feel River tensing next to me, but she keeps her cool as she says, “I’ve paid for the slaves.”
“Indeed you have,” Cameron smirks. “You will have them, but they are no longer in the same condition.”
My heart stutters at hearing his words. What the fuck does he mean? What did he do to them?
“You see -” The fucker clears his throat. “The male slave attacked my son. Seeing as the female was in charge of all the slaves, she should have protected my son. She failed in her duties. Both of the slaves had to be punished. It’s the law of my house.”
River grips the armrests tightly and grinds out, “Just let me have my slaves.”
Cameron nods towards the door. “They have been taken to your vehicle. I just thought it would be in good form to advise you of their condition.”
River darts from the chair. I follow close on her heels, making sure that this is not a trick.
When she gets to the car, and yanks the backdoor open, I hear her gasp. I rush forward as she visibly pales. I take hold of her so I can get her in the car, when I catch a glimpse of something bloody.
Fuck. Rage engulfs me as I take in the bloody mess on the back seat. I can’t even tell if it’s Jack and Sophia. Instinct takes over, and I push River to the passenger side.
I just need to get us away from this fucked up place. There’s no time to check on the people in the backseat and whether they are still alive.
When we stop in a small town to swap cars, River places our bags in the station wagon. We always switch cars after an operation, that way they can’t track us back to the sanctuary.
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