by Fawn Bailey
He let go of the fabric with a snap and I yelped when it settled back in place and I was turned over again, my ass exposed and sore from the spanking it had already gotten. It was then that I noticed the large screen in front of where Thorn was sitting, and the second I did, it came on, and a familiar face appeared on it. I soon realized it was some kind of video call, and buried my face in the crook of Thorn's arm. The man started smirking when he saw Thorn with me on his lap.
"I take it you're having fun, Mr. Thorn," Carina's father said pleasantly, and Thorn smoothed a hand over my ass, grinning easily to confirm the man's thoughts.
"Having a bit of an unruly situation today," he said easily. "Nothing that won't be beaten out of her."
To confirm his words, he hit my ass so hard I gasped and let out a cry when the sting settled in. I glared at him with all the hatred I could muster up.
"I hate you," I whispered at him, squirming on his lap, but it only made him smile at me.
"Oh, Harlow!" Carina's father said pleasantly as if the whole situation was perfectly normal. "How nice to see you. How are you doing?"
"She goes by Rose," Thorn ground out, and I stared at the screen defiantly. "And as far as you're concerned, she isn't here. Now, any news?"
"Not much," Carina's father said lazily, his eyes gliding over my naked body. "Still docile. Obedient. A good girl."
His eyes slid over me appreciatively and I wanted to bite his dick until it came off.
"Has she been asking about us?" Thorn asked simply, and the other man shook his head.
I realized they were talking about Amber, but had chosen to stay quiet to find out more. Why were they even talking about her? I thought Thorn had condemned her to her fate, not kept tabs on her. It made me oddly jealous, and I pouted on his lap, trying to hide my emotions as well as I possibly could.
"She has," Carina's father confirmed. "Nothing I haven't been able to handle. Well, since it looks like you have your hands full..."
"Yes," Thorn replied tersely, ignoring the perfectly placed pun. "I'll talk to you soon, Van Acker."
The connection cut out, and it was just us in the room. I struggled to get off his lap and he let me, which disappointed me a little. His games turned me on so much I almost managed to forget the real reason I was there.
"Marchante," I reminded him angrily. "He didn't show for our lesson. The guard outside said he was gone."
"He is," Thorn replied nonchalantly. "I got rid of him."
I felt anger stewing inside me again, threatening to set me off and face Thorn like I never had before. But all I could do was stare incredulously as he got up from his chair and walked to a drink trolley in the corner of the room, pouring himself a glass of some expensive looking amber liquid.
"And what about your promises?" I asked him. "You said I would leave this place... That I'd be able to go somewhere with you. Were those lies too?"
He sipped his drink calmly, but I only got angrier and angrier as I watched him. I felt like a child throwing a temper tantrum, but I couldn't help myself. I stomped my foot on the floor until I caught his attention, crossed my arms in front of my body and glared at him.
"I hate liars," I told him. "I hate that you did this to me."
He set down his glass and turned towards me slowly.
"Are you finished?" he asked, a dark note to his voice. "Is your little rant over or is there more where that came from, little Rose?"
"I'm not done," I went on, throwing my hands in the air. "You promised me so much, just so you could rip it away from me? So you could hurt me? That's what you wanted all along, isn't it?"
"Careful," he warned me. "Don't say something you'll regret later."
"I won't regret a thing," I spat out. "I don't know why I expected better from you. You're a fucking liar."
He reached me in two long steps, his fingers wrapping around my throat and taking my breath away as he dragged me closer, staring down into my terrified face.
"Still no regrets?" he asked me darkly, and I shook my head as best as I could, filling my gaze with all the contempt I felt for him in that moment. "What a shame, my pretty little slut. I was going to go easy on you, but not anymore."
"W-What?" I muttered, but he squeezed harder, knocking the air right out of me. "Thorn! S-stop, please!"
"No," he ground out. "I won't stop. If you had asked before you just accused me of shit, you would know your teacher is being replaced by someone better."
He let go of me and I tumbled to the ground, his eyes darkly regarding me as he wiped his palms on his trousers.
"I..." I whispered, my hand at my throat where the skin burned from the rough touch of his fingers. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"And didn't bother to ask," he finished for me, smirking. "I'll make you regret your fucking temper tantrum, believe me."
My skin prickled with the possibilities, making me wonder if I'd done this on purpose. If I was so desperate, so needy for him, I decided to attack him for no apparent reason just so he'd punish me.
"You might want to be careful, little slut," Thorn went on sweetly. "Your punishments are fucking adding up. You don't want me to cut that pretty little throat instead of your tendons, do you?"
"I..." I was at a loss for words. "Thorn, I'm-"
"Sorry, yes," he chuckled. "Not good enough, I'm afraid. Now fucking strip."
Three
Harlow
I started taking my clothes off, my hands shaking as I undid the buttons of my leotard and pulled it off.
Thorn watched closely as I took my ballet slippers off, neatly folding everything and placing it on the chair next to where he stood, just like he had taught me. I didn't stop until I was shivering before him, naked and exposed to his watchful gaze. He smirked at me, taking a step closer and making me stand up straighter. He took my chin in his hands and tilted it up so I was forced to look at him.
"Since you love making a scene," he said calmly. "Let's make one for everyone to see."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a metal ring I'd worn before, closing it around my throat. Next came the metal leash, attached to the collar as I started sliding down to my knees. But his fingers around my waist stopped me, and he pulled me flush against him, his eyes glimmering with dark intent.
"No," he said simply. "No crawling today. I want everyone to see that body of yours, Rose. You're so intent on causing drama... I want to see everyone's reaction when I parade you around the house. I want everyone's eyes to bulge when they see what I have. What they'll never get to touch because it belongs to me, and only fucking me. Do you understand?"
I nodded, the fear setting in as he tugged on my leash and led me to the door. Instinctively, my hands went in front of my body to protect my decency, but he laughed when he saw what I was doing, shaking his head.
"Sweet little Rose," he said. "You don't get to hide from anyone. You're my fucking property now. I want everyone to see you."
He forced my hands away, ordering me to keep them crossed behind my back. I followed his instructions, shaking slightly as he opened the door leading out of the room and ushered me into the hallway. I was nervous, embarrassed and shaking as we made our way down the hallway. Thankfully, the guard was gone, and the hallway was empty, but where he was leading me, I knew there would be people. My worst fear was running into Pia or Carina like this, and at the same time, I knew in the back of my mind it was Thorn's intention to humiliate me in front of them.
We walked into the main area of the house, and just like always, it was filled with girls in various states of undress. I blushed deeply as they stared, whispering to one another and giggling as Thorn led me through the room. He would never have allowed it otherwise, but this time, he seemed to enjoy their gossip, and I burned with hate for him.
He led me up the stairs, past my own bedroom, and towards the playroom. Relief flooded me when we left the main hall with the staring girls, but as soon as the doors to the playroom opened, I felt the dread come back, seep
ing through my pores.
Pia turned around and smiled sweetly at me, tapping a whip against her palm. She looked as beautiful as ever in a crimson red dress that wrapped around her body seductively and tall black heels with a red sole. Her hair was styled in luxurious waves and her makeup perfectly applied. Thorn smiled at her as we approached, and I fought the urge to cover up harder than I'd had to before. I hated her eyes on me, hated how she was silently judging my appearance. If Thorn was trying to punish me, he knew exactly where to hit to make it hurt the most.
I didn't say a word as he closed the doors behind us and left me standing in front of Pia, passing her my leash.
"I thought," he said with a grin as he came back, "I could let someone else take the reigns for tonight. I've been lenient with you, Rose, finding it hard to punish you with a stern hand like you deserve. So I found the person that will have no trouble with that."
"No," I begged. "I don't want her touching me. Please, Master."
Pia approached me slowly, leering at me as she inspected my body. I shivered on the spot.
"She won't touch you," he promised me, leaving a fleeting kiss on my hair. "Just teach you a little lesson. You're not supposed to disturb me like you did today, Rose. And I don't like your presumptions at all, if I'm being totally honest. So just fucking get down on your knees and take what you are given."
He leaned down as I slipped to my knees, whispering in my ear.
"And don't forget to say thank you to your Mistress."
I burned with anger as he took a seat on a throne-like armchair, his legs spread wide and the outline of his cock plainly visible. He stroked himself lazily as he watched us, and I hoped my gaze, which I kept fixed on him, told him everything he needed to know. That I hated him for doing this, that I would fight back any chance I got. He knew how to hurt me, but this was pure torture. I hated Pia more than ever, and her inquisitive eyes on me made me question my relationship with Thorn. If it was so easy to bring her into the playroom with us, why not just get rid of me and keep her instead? He seemed obsessed with her, and I hated them both for it.
"Well?" Pia purred, and I glared at her with all the hatred I could muster up in my body. "Aren't you going to say thank you?"
"For what?" I argued, and the swift slap of her whip hit my cheek, making me cry out in pain.
"I don't like it when you talk back," she said with a sweet smile. "Your Master might, but I don't. So, what do we say?"
I looked at Thorn desperately, trying to find some mercy in his dark gaze but coming up empty. I glared at Pia again and gave her what she wanted, hating every second of it.
"Thank you," I muttered, and she smiled wide.
"Good girl," she said.
I just knew she was loving this, and I wanted to throw up at the thought of being at her mercy. Stupid bitch.
"You are so pale," she said, tsk-ing as she walked around me. "You need to get some color, little girl. Skin this pale doesn't suit you."
I bit back a nasty comment and waited for her to go on. She was walking in circles around me, treading on eggshells, and I wanted her to finally deal a blow. I knew she would eventually.
"I think today," she went on. "We should put some color on your skin."
I stared at her defiantly and she giggled like a girl.
"You know what I think is adorable?" she asked sweetly, cocking her head at me, then leaning to whisper in my ear, glancing at Thorn to make sure he wouldn't hear her. "That you still think this is your endgame. That you still think you'll end up with him."
I got up, anger making my chest rise and fall quickly. I was taller than her and probably stronger. I looked at Thorn for confirmation I was free to attack her.
He got up from his chair and walked closer to me while Pia laughed, twirling the whip in her hands.
"Give it to me," Thorn demanded, and she gave it up reluctantly, grinning in my face as she walked away, filling me with relief.
"Too bad we don't get to play," she told me. "I would have had fun marking you."
"Bye now," I said sweetly and watched her walk out of the playroom.
The relief of knowing Thorn wasn't going to let her play with me was only there for a second because I realized I still had an enormous man in front of me wielding what could be used as a weapon.
"Are you going to apologize?" he asked thunderously, and I shivered under his watchful gaze.
"Sorry," I bit out and felt the whip bite into my skin as he lashed my tits and I cried out.
"Properly," he growled at me. "Or don't even fucking bother."
"I'm sorry," I said, my eyes burning as I stared at him.
Another lashing of the whip, another soft little cry.
"Better," he said. "But not quite there yet. Tell me..."
He grabbed my throat and turned me around, my ass against his crotch, my body shivering from the sudden contact.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Rose?" he asked in my ear. "Do you want Master to make your body weak? Do you want to be forced?"
"Yes," I breathed, not taking a single moment to think about it because I didn't need to. "Yes Master, please. Yes!"
"Good girl," he said sweetly. "Now apologize properly."
His fingers dug into my crotch, two of them slipping deep inside me and making me gasp out loud.
"I'm sorry," I said with a gasp. "I'm so sorry Master, I'm sorry I was bad."
"And?" he taunted me, his mouth at my ear. "What else, my Rose?"
"I'll be better," I promised desperately. "I'll be the best girl for you."
"Beg for what you want," he went on. "For what that whore body needs."
"I need you," I whispered. "I need you fucking me, I need you inside me, I need you to own me. Please, Master... Show me I'm your property."
"My fuckdoll?" he groaned. "My little plaything? I get to do anything I want to this sexy little body, don't I?"
He squeezed my pussy in his palm and I cried out, desperate for more.
"Anything you want," I promised him huskily. "You can do anything, I'll let you."
"Let me?" he laughed into my ear, his breath tickling the nape of my neck as his fingers kept exploring, going deeper and deeper inside me and making me gasp louder. "You'll fucking beg for it, won't you Rose?"
"Please," I said. "Do it. Hurt me. Fuck me. Take me. Use me."
He walked me over to the bed and forced me down, my legs on the floor and my ass up. I felt hot tears springing to my eyes, not because I was humiliated or in pain, but because I felt such unbelievable relief that he would finally do it. Take over. Make me his own little toy, only used for his pleasure. I loved his dominance. I was addicted to his darkness. And even though I knew he would end up destroying me, I also knew I'd always come back for more.
Until he dealt the final blow.
"Are you going to come for me?" he asked softly, and I nodded as the tears started to fall.
I listened to him undoing his zipper and mewled when I felt the head of his thick, slippery cock against my entrance. Every single time he fucked me, he managed to turn me into a mindless toy meant only for his own pleasure. It didn't matter that I was a person. A young woman with hopes and aspirations. When I was with my Master, I was nothing but a set of holes for him to fuck, begging and moaning for more. And I didn't want it any other way.
"Always," I promised, and with a groan, he sank his fat cock deep inside me, filling me to the brim.
I felt my pussy clenching down on him, coming so fast it even shocked me. My body twisted in of itself, painfully and violently coming to an orgasm that rocked me to my very core. I cried when it happened and couldn't stop, hot tears of shame and need slipping down my cheeks as I cried out for him again and again.
He didn't stop, even when my body demanded it. My pussy clenched and closed but he went past every single barrier to fuck me, stretch me open, to fill my cunt with his dick until I was a weeping, sobbing mess.
"You need this?" he muttered in my ear, and I could tell he w
as barely holding back, eager to empty his balls inside me. "You fucking need Master fucking you like a toy whore?"
"Yes," I admitted, and once the word was out, I couldn't stop repeating it. "Yes, I need it, Master, I need you using me, fuck me harder, please..."
He chuckled in my ear and held me back by my hair as he filled me up, drop by drop by drop. Once I was left gasping for eat, his breath tickled my cheek.
"Never forget what you are," he told me.
Four
Carina
They fucked me like I was a toy.
None of them gave a shit about me. None of them cared that I was a beautiful young woman with hopes and aspirations. To the men and women in the playroom, I was nothing but a piece of meat, a set of three holes they got to fuck as hard and as much as they wanted to. And they took it out on me, too. Big, throbbing cocks were shoved inside me repeatedly, and while I cried from it hurting, another man was gearing up to have a go. Inbetween being fucked full I was tended to by women - the cum sucked out of me, my nipples bit and hurt, my lips kissed and my pussy fucking throbbing for more.
They taught me that sexual torture was the best damn drug I could ever have wanted. What they didn't know was that I trained myself just as they trained me. I watched and listened and took it, all the while building my own skills up. By the time they'd be done with me, I'd be ready to use sex as a weapon, use my own femininity to get the best of them.
I ached and longed for Thorn who hadn't so much as acknowledged me since we'd come to the Mansion.
He paid me no mind, spending all his time with Harlow. Pia bitterly admitted this was the norm, and I stewed with anger and hatred I felt for my former friend. After the little show Thorn had put on for us with her, I'd never been more jealous, or more intent on stealing him away from her. He should've been mine all along, and Harlow had been wrecking it from the beginning. What did he see in her, anyway? She was a fucking wisp that looked like a girl, not a woman. She wasn't as beautiful or as charismatic as I was, yet he had fallen for her, not me. And I hated them both for it.