Little Doll

by Melissa Jane

My stomach dropped with nervous apprehension at what that small difference could mean for me. I was being singled out and that was a scary enough thought on its own. All the girls in the room were stunningly beautiful with long dark hair and deeply bronzed skin. What struck me as odd was they showed no sign of being here against their wills; in fact, their faces lit up with apparent delight when Hector and Juan entered the room.

  Hector beckoned to one girl who was fixing her makeup in the ornate mirror at the far end of the room. She turned and I recognized her as Sophia. Immediately dropping the lipstick tube on the counter, she approached Hector like a diligent puppy. She listened attentively to his Spanish instruction and said nothing in return, only nodding her head.

  The goons released my arms and Hector and Juan left the room through a different door to the one by which we'd entered.

  I stood alone, feeling heat rising to my cheeks, embarrassed by the provocative nature of my outfit. The raven-haired beauties in the room openly assessed my appearance, their clear lack of warmth making me want to cry. I felt isolated and vulnerable.

  From behind, something thick and heavy wrapped around my throat. In my obvious state of discomfort I had blocked out my surroundings and dropped my guard. It was a dangerously stupid thing to do in a place like this.

  “Keep still,” came an impatient voice. It was Sophia.

  Feeling numb mentality and physically, I did as I was told. Touching the foreign object I felt a mixture of emotions. I was saddened, horrified and sickened by what was transpiring and I could do nothing to stop it. Sophia had secured a leather collar to my neck before moving in front and attaching a yard long chain.

  “Why do I need to wear this?”

  “They do not trust you,” she said simply.

  The feeling was mutual.

  Aware the two brute men were watching my every move and anticipating trouble.

  Sophia looked me straight on, a warning flashing across her face.

  “You will do exactly as you are asked. Understand?” her voice that was laced with contempt. “Say something,” she snapped, annoyed I had taken longer than a second to answer.

  “I understand.”

  “Chica, do not play the fool. You are nothing in this house.” She looked at me pityingly. “Hector and his friends… they do not take too kindly to disobedience, especially by their girls.”

  “I am not one of their girls!”

  She yanked at the chain pulling my face towards hers.

  “Don’t fuck with me. If you mess this up, you will be hurt and they will hurt me also. You are my responsibility and you will do whatever is asked of you from all in that room.” She gestured to the door Hector and Juan had disappeared through.

  “When we walk through that door, keep your eyes to the floor no matter what catches your attention. If someone touches you, don’t fight them. If someone asks something of you, you do it, no questions ask. Do not talk, do not cry and do not try to escape. Once I can trust you I will remove the chain and collar, but you must prove yourself to me, chica. Understand?”

  I nodded, biting hard on my tongue until I could taste blood.

  “Vamos!” Sophia instructed the girls who urgently finished primping themselves and pulling their breasts higher in the bra cups just before filing through the door. My heart sunk as noise emanated from the room beyond. Jovial voices, some in Spanish, some in English, the clinking of glasses and the soft tones of laughter reached my ears. The foul stench of cigar smoke filled my nostrils and made my stomach churn.

  Overcome with fear, I stopped dead in my tracks, my feet refusing to move any further. The girl directly behind collided with my back and, being unsympathetic to the cause, swore quietly in Spanish before nudging me sharply in the ribs to urge me forward.

  There were around twenty people, half of whom were men. They ranged in ages from mid-twenties to late sixties and all were dressed like movie stars on the red carpet. The men wore tuxedos and the women were dressed in elegant floor-length gowns and were dripping with diamonds and colored gems. I had never seen so much wealth in one room.

  The girls in lingerie had dispersed and were now carrying trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres around to the guests. The smell of food made my stomach violently protest with hunger. My meals had been few and far between and I longed for a big plate of delicious… anything.

  Cautiously studying the room, I was stunned to see both the men and women were leering at the serving girls, some even with the audacity to grope the girl’s breasts or ass as they walked by. Seemingly unfazed by the attention, the girls wore brilliant smiles and indulged the guests with flirtatious pleasantries. Everyone seemed so naturally at ease with each other. It was totally incongruous to how I was feeling and nothing short of disturbing.

  Sophia drew me further into the room until I became the focal point of the lounge. Plush chaise chairs surrounded us and were quickly filling up with eager guests seeking to be the front row audience.

  “Señoras y señores, welcome.”

  It was Hector. He sounded pleased with himself.

  “Welcome to my humble abode. I trust you are enjoying yourselves and that includes indulging a little in the condiments I have provided.”

  Soft laughter filled the room. I was not amused.

  “I would like to welcome my latest acquisition. Her unique beauty I’m sure has already engaged your attention, so please show her your appreciation and remember bidding will be held at a later date.”

  My palms were now dripping with sweat and it was becoming hard to breathe. Ignoring my instruction to keep my eyes down, I frantically searched the space looking for an escape route. The room was an odd shape with doors everywhere, but I had no idea where they would lead. Blinking furiously to clear my vision I noticed I was being watched by a few curious guests. I didn’t care what they thought of me. Despite what Hector’s plans were, I wasn’t here to impress.

  My heart rate settled only slightly when I saw him, but I was flooded with instant relief. Aiden had come in after all.

  He stood against the far wall in clear view of me, his clenched jaw and rigid body displaying a different emotion to the others in the room. He was different. Angry. But why? Given the circumstances, I was doing my best to behave myself, just like he had instructed.

  A tug on the chain jolted me from my thoughts. Sophia’s gaze was serious yet detached from the situation.

  “Get on the table, on your knees,” she ordered.

  “What?” I asked, not sure if I had heard correctly.

  “You do not ask questions. Get on the table, now.” Her head inclined to the glass coffee table next to me. People were taking notice of our tense interaction and in the corner of my eye I spotted Hector and Juan shooting warning looks like daggers in my direction.

  Doing as I was told, determined to avoid humiliation, I awkwardly knelt on top of the cool, hard glass.

  “Be as still as you can, keep your eyes to the floor and drop your arms to the side of your legs.”

  Again, I followed all of Sophia’s instructions, although I couldn’t quite figure out what the purpose was behind it all.

  “Good. Now, spread your legs open as far as you can.”

  “Excuse me?” I said, looking round at her.

  “Shhhh, just fucking do it!” Sophia commanded, her unmoving lips rivaling a ventriloquist's as she hissed her warning. “Do it, gringa. This is how a submissive appears before her master. Everyone in this room tonight is exactly that – your master.”

  After receiving another yank on the chain, I opened my legs and immediately felt the violating eyes of everyone in the room on me. I looked down.

  Like an obedient dog, Sophia took her spot kneeling on the floor beside me. While I despised the woman who was actively helping Hector and Juan, I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened in her life to make this environment and behavior acceptable.

  In my downward gaze, I could see my chest heaving as tears of frustration stung my eyes. I
was raging from within knowing I was being forced to comply with such atrocious demands for a bunch of twisted crazies.

  Why the hell did all the other girls dressed like me seem so happy to be here? Were they on drugs? That theory held some plausibility. I had never done drugs and didn’t really know what someone looked like on them. Did they even have a look? These girls looked perfectly straight.

  We had been in position for less than a minute before we were approached and a pair of diamond-studded stilettos came to a standstill in front of me.

  “Good evening, Sophia,” said the shoe-loving stranger in greeting.

  “Welcome back and good evening to you,” the split personality girl next to me said in a sugary sweet voice I hadn’t heard from her before.

  Moments later, the woman was joined by a man who wore perfectly polished Armani shoes. A gentle thumb pressed under my chin, pushing my face upward. The woman who stood before me attempted to capture my gaze with hers, but the small hairs on my neck stood on end and I couldn’t bring myself to make the connection.

  The couple's lavish diamond jewelry glittered in the light of the chandelier above me. They sipped on their beverages while openly assessing me, their eyes roaming over my breasts and down to between my open thighs. While they were distracted in evaluating me, I decided to return the favor.

  The woman was a gorgeous blonde woman in her mid-thirties, dressed in a stunningly elegant ruby red floor-length gown. Her skin was perfectly smooth and her seductive almond-shaped eyes were thickly lashed top and bottom. She studied me for a long time, occasionally biting her glossy bottom lip.

  The man who stood next to her appeared at least two decades older. He, like all the men, was dressed in an elegant tuxedo, but his distinguishing feature was a thin mustache that curled ever so slightly at the ends. His appearance – resembling a contemporary version of Salvador Dali – bordered on the ridiculous. His hand slipped around the woman’s waist affectionately and she responded with an adoring smile.

  “Your thoughts, my love?” the man asked in what sounded like a Russian accent.

  “I want you to place a bid,” the woman purred. “She is the one.”

  He chuckled at his companion's eagerness and I found myself frowning at their words. It was like I was a new house they wanted to purchase. They were completely ignorant to the fact I was here against my will. Was the collar not a giveaway? It was sickening to think I had unwillingly entered into a world inhabited by debauched morally loose assholes.

  “You haven’t even seen what she can do yet.”

  He sounded somewhat amused.

  “I can already tell she will be perfect!" came the reply. "Please my love, don’t let Alexsonov outbid us.”

  “Perhaps we should wait and see how the night goes. Florez tells me she hasn’t even been broken in yet.”

  “Look at her, she is perfect. Even if we have to break her in ourselves first. You know that has never been a problem before.”

  “My beautiful wife, I would do anything for you. I will place a bid and you can have fun doing the rest.”

  Seemingly convinced by the sick rationalization, the woman gave a slight shrug and allowed the man to lead her away to join the rest of the party.

  I didn’t have time to be repulsed before my gaze landed on my next threat. A lone man who had been seated on the plush lounge a few feet away stood and sauntered his way over. Beside me Sophia shifted uncomfortably and her breathing became agitated, which set alarm bells off in my head. But why? The man stood towering above both of us, completely silent for a good two minutes. Without glancing up, I focused on his hand closest to my face. He wore excessively large colored stone rings on each manicured finger, some of the gems the size of large marbles.

  “Sophia,” he said finally in way of a greeting.

  Unlike earlier, she remained silent yet the man seemed unfazed by her poor manners. I stole a glance upwards to see the man who had this hard-assed woman beside me so clearly on edge. I estimated he was in his late forties and probably was once a very handsome man if not for chronic sun exposure. As a result, his skin was deep brown and quite leathery with dark beady eyes that showed no depth or compassion.

  Despite me breaking the rule and looking at his face, his gaze did not meet mine. Instead, his seedy eyes were glued to the rise and fall of my breasts. Without another word, the man swallowed half his champagne in one long gulp, then the rest, placing the empty glass on a passing waitress’s tray.

  The man’s heavily adorned and cold hand came to rest on my cleavage, the act leaving me biting my lip harder in fear. If I wasn’t careful, soon I would been choking on my own blood. I felt the chain around my neck pull sharply, the leather cutting deeper into my skin as I received another stern and not-so-subtle warning from Sophia.

  My attention was drawn back to the man, his huge hand covering my entire breast as he rubbed slowly. His meaty thumb found its way under the lace cup and began circling my nipple, the sensation aggravating the rest of my body. My obvious discomfort spurred the perverted man on, a salacious smile spreading across his wrinkled face.

  Within a heartbeat, Juan was by his side, his own strong hand clutching the arm of my groper until his knuckles were white. It stunned him momentarily before he challenged Juan in a stare-off. While no longer stroking my nipple, he remained with his possessive hand covering my breast.

  “Now, now, Señor Galvez,” Juan began. While he smiled, his tone was even and laced with authority. Although it wasn’t directed at me, the intensity was truly frightening. “If you wish to have your share of our new beauty you will have to first place a bid.”

  Galvez laughed, but there was no humor in it. “My boy, I was only doing some research before I bid. Now would you be so kind as to…” He nodded to Juan’s hand on his arm.

  Juan’s features only hardened at Galvez’s patronizing tone, his strong grip unrelenting. With much sufferance knowing the battle was lost, the groper released my breast and backed away with a snide look plastered on his ugly wrinkled face.

  “Come,” Juan ordered me.

  Pins and needles assaulted my legs as I stood. The muscles in my thighs and calves failed, causing me to collapse into Juan’s ready arms. He pulled me forward, closing in the space between us while holding onto my waist with a renewed intensity.

  “Thank you,” I stammered.

  A small sardonic smile played on his lips and his eyes narrowed. “De nada, mamasita. But remember one thing. Nothing is for free around here. You owe me.”

  There was no time to react to his words, but that didn’t stop a chill running up my spine. Sophia yanked the chain once more to wake me from my dark thoughts and proceeded to guide me around the room, sauntering in front while I followed on unsteady legs.

  Just like the beautiful blonde women from earlier had done, the other so-called ladies of privilege eyed me not with criticism, but with a carnal and curious expression I had only previously expected from perverted men who had been without sex. There had been few times in my life I had been hit on by other women and, in all honesty, I had taken their attraction to me as a kind of compliment.

  Now, however, I no longer felt honored. I felt a sickening dread that the wives in this place could be more a threat to my life than the males might be.

  Who were these people? Bored rich folk with sick sexual fetishes? Their eyes travelled over my body, showing no signs of shame nor feeling the need to help me from the horror story I was living. Every man and woman in the room was as sinister and calculating as Hector and Juan.

  ***

  The music became softer and the lights dimmed, the atmosphere changing from relaxed to that of anticipation. Sophia led me to the side of the room where Aiden had been standing earlier but he was now no longer in sight.

  The coffee table I had knelt on was now being removed by two of Hector’s men and the guests milled and shuffled around as if expecting a show. Two of the girls dressed in white lingerie now stood either side of Hect
or, warm enticing smiles on their pretty faces. It still puzzled me as to why they looked as though they worshipped the ground the bastard walked on. He only added to the confusion by wrapping an arm around each girl with an affection I had not seen from him before.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, as you all know, tonight is about indulging the senses with the glorious nature of the female body. To be deprived of it would surely make this a truly awful and, in my eyes, uninhabitable world.”

  The smirk on his face was enough to make me vomit. Just who did he think he was?

  “You know I only offer the finest of experiences to my guests, so, without further ado, a show to get you in the mood and to whet your appetites.”

  Hector stepped back and the girls turned to face each other. He drew them closer together and urged them to their knees, stroking each other’s hair playfully.

  The girls edged closer together and their lips came into contact. The kissing began slowly and tenderly, then quickened into deep and passionate tongue caressing. The audience remained still, transfixed by the show in front of them and the anticipation of what was going to transpire next. Even I was rooted to the spot at the scene unfolding before me.

  Both girls were now eagerly rubbing and caressing each other’s breasts, white lace lingerie slowly being pulled away from erect nipples. Their mouths opened only so they could take turns licking and sucking, audible gasps escaping their moist lips. The girls' hands began exploring the exposed golden-tanned skin on offer in a convincing display of desire and lust that had even me slightly intrigued.

  When they pulled each other's panties to the side and began rhythmically stroking each other's sex, it elicited a chorus of moans and heavy breathing. Their sounds of pleasure were clearly audible throughout the room yet I was still unsure if it was staged or if they were actually enjoying being such exhibitionists.

  The crowd gasped and shifted closer to the sexually charged action as the girl on the left pushed the other back and slowly climbed on top of her wearing an animalistic expression. Long hair fell over her shoulders as she became the dominating lover straddling the lap of her opponent, gyrating in a slow circular motion. She viciously ripped her prey's bra straps down over her shoulders so that her heavy breasts fell out on full display. Cupping each breast in her small hand, she sucked greedily on the nipples before shuffling down over the girl’s legs.