Maxine winced as it felt like the handlers holding her ankles were going rip her apart.
Devon dipped down and ripped the rest of Maxine dress from her body, including her underwear leaving her body open for all to see.
Maxine luckily held the pockets contents discreetly in her palms.
Other men gathered around closely leering at her and she whimpered in humiliation.
Grabbing Anna by her hair, Devon sneered, “Get on your knees slave and make her wet.”
Anna looked shocked Devon had ordered her to do that. “But-“
The blow to her face knocked Anna to the ground, yet this didn’t bring any kind of joy to Maxine.
“Do it now, Slave!” Devon ordered. “I want her pussy wet this time.”
“Cause you’re not brave enough to do it yourself?!” Maxine yelled.
Devon gave a full direct fisted blow to Maxine stomach knocking the breath from her body for a very long moment, while Anna crawled on her knees to Maxine crying. Devon grabbed a chunk of Anna’s hair and dragged her faster to Maxine’s crotch and forced her mouth onto Maxine.
Anna gurgled in disgust and Maxine tried to fight.
“Lick it!” Devon ordered and Maxine could feel Anna’s tongue snake out to begin licking up and down between Maxine’s legs lasciviously.
Maxine screamed in sickened agony.
After a moment, Devon no longer needed to hold Anna’s face in Maxine’s crotch. He let go of Anna’s hair and Anna continued to munch zealously at Maxine’s womanhood to please her master.
More men came around with their depraved eyes roaming over Maxine’s body, feeling on the crotches preparing themselves for the night to come and already visualizing the enjoyment they would have with her body.
Some men couldn’t wait to have their turn. They snatched up the other slaves and began having sex right on the floor. Some men started sharing slaves pummeling them in the front and the back and Maxine whimpered knowing that would be her fate as well until she begged for death.
The handler holding one of her ankles had started to feels over her backside pulling her rear cheeks apart while the other handler who had her other ankle pressed his dry finger into Maxine’s anus.
She howled giving Devon the pleasure of her pain, but all the while looking at Derrick as he came fully too and he looked over at Philippe. No one was paying attention to the injured the handler and Maxine knew she would have to delay just a little longer as Derrick accessed what was going on.
The men began to chant like zombies, “Eat her! Eat her! Eat her!”
Devon laughed maniacally as Anna continued her oral onslaught to Maxine’s body.
Maxine felt absolutely nothing, but pretended extreme disgust to keep everyone’s attention on her.
Derrick was now coming fully too and was looking at something in Philippe’s coat. Maxine was too far away and the lights were too dim to see what Derrick was pulling out of Philippe’s coat. She prayed he wasn’t being greedy and stealing from Philippe, while ignoring her personal agony. At this point she couldn’t trust anyone.
Devon grabbed Anna’s face away from Maxine and then shoved his hand inside Maxine.
“Noooo!!!” Maxine hissed.
“You’re wet enough slave,” Devon said triumphantly. “You’re wet enough to fuck! Get her on the table!’
The handler holding her arms started to drag her kicking and screaming over to the table. Maxine knew this was it. Though she held the switchblade in her hand, she knew this small knife would be nothing for the amount of men that were gathering close around her. She would be able to kill off one before they saw she was armed and took it away and then…
This would be the end! Her end!
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Maxine struggled with every breathe in her body and even though the handler was strong, Maxine’s will to not get herself tied down was stronger and the handler had to work hard just to get her bent over the table.
Suddenly a gun went off. The circle around her abruptly parted and Philippe was standing with Derrick’s help, holding the gun in the air. Derrick had cut away Philippe’s restraints while everyone was watching Maxine.
Philippe pointed the gun at Devon as his eyes blazed hard anger. “G-Get the fuck away… from her,” he slurred.
Derrick pulled a longer knife from his side to watch Philippe’s back.
Everyone backed away, except the handler and Devon; Even Anna crawled away to slither into the darkness.
Devon turned to Philippe bravely, but ordered the handler holding Maxine, “Don’t let her go. He wouldn’t dare jeopardize her life. He’ll do anything for her.”
The handler moved his hands around her neck ready to break it at Devon’s bidding.
“I guess my stupid slave didn’t give you enough,” Devon sneered briefly looking around for Anna. “I wanted you to get so damn drugged you’d lose your fucking mind before you died.”
“I’m going to put a bullet between your fucking eyes, Devon, if you don’t let her go,” Philippe sneered, cocking the gun. His voice was stronger and he wasn’t leaning as much on Derrick, but he was blinking rapidly as if to clear his vision with every blink. His clothes were drenched in sweat, his dark hair had come loose and there was this wild look in his turquoise burning.
Devon looked back at his handler holding Maxine.
Tears wet her cheeks but she was hopeful seeing Philippe standing up. Taking her eyes away from Philippe to look bravely at Devon, she sneered, “You lose.”
Devon raged insanely. “Break her fucking neck!” he ordered.
“No!” Philippe yelled.
The handler had started to increase the pressure instantly, but at the same moment Maxine pressed the button on the handle to release the blade and with the last of her strength, she jammed the tip right into the handler’s thigh.
The big man collapse, howling in pain as blood splattered all over Maxine. Devon reached over and grabbed her just as the gun went off hitting Devon in his shoulder.
The bullet in his shoulder didn’t stop him from catching her, just as she was trying to run towards Philippe. Devon held her wrist, while his arm came around her neck, almost cutting off her breath.
“Let her go and pay for what you’ve done,” Philippe ordered, holding the gun steady. A river of sweat was pouring from him. His other hand grabbed his stomach and Maxine could see there was something wrong with him.
“You’ll hit us both,” Devon threatened. “You’ll kill her to justify everything I have done wrong? Well, go ahead, Philippe because if I can’t have her, neither will you,” Devon raged.
“She’s mine, Devon,” Philippe growled through clenched teeth as the gun went off again.
Maxine closed her eyes praying Philippe was a good shot or was she just in too much shock to know she’d been shot.
Devon’s grip around her neck slowly loosened and his body suddenly collapsed at her feet.
Looking down at the ground, just as Philippe promised, there was a bullet between Devon’s eyes. She grabbed the shreds of her dress to try to cover her and wipe away some of the blood quickly.
Rushing to Philippe’s open arms gratefully, she wanted to burst into hysterical tears, but then suddenly Philippe’s body weight fell over on her. “What’s wrong?” she asked deeply concerned.
Philippe’s arm with the gun stayed extended to keep the crowd away, while Derrick came over to Philippe’s other side.
“Help him,” Derrick ordered her, after ripping off his shirt and tossing it to her.
Quickly she put on the shirt not caring she couldn’t button, except the one button at the neck, before moving to Philippe’s other side and felt his body tremble in pain.
Derrick took Philippe’s other side and guided them out watching out all around themselves for anyone trying to get the jump on them.
The handlers looked angry, while most of the masters left in the room looked confused.
When they were to the rear door of the hall where Maxine remember
ed the slaves pulling the table from, Derrick ordered her to hold it open while he dragged Philippe behind through the doorway.
When they were on the other side of the door, Philippe broke suddenly away to throw up all over the floor. Maxine gasped in horror at the amount of vomit and then she saw the blood on his lips as he tried to hold himself up at the table near the door.
Looking around, Maxine vaguely remembered this place when she had initially snuck in and thought real fast about where the exits could be.
Derrick ordered Maxine to help Philippe almost completely, while the handler quickly held the door closed trying to get a chair under the handle.
Philippe almost dropped the gun and the weight he was trying not to lean on Maxine was slowly coming her way. He weakly used the back of his clothed arm to wipe his mouth and sluggishly said something.
She took the gun from Philippe feeling uncomfortable, but knowing he suddenly couldn’t hold the weapon anymore. “What’s wrong?” she asked desperately feeling Philippe’s sweat starting to cover her.
“He’s been poisoned. Most likely by that bitch Anna. It had to be in the wine they gave to Philippe during the toast. Devon didn’t drink any of that shit,” Derrick said in dread. Handing her the keys, he ordered, “Go down this hallway to another door where you’ll see a red exit sign. Use the gun for protection and if you see anyone coming shoot them without hesitation. My car is a light blue crossover. Hurry!”
She took the keys and started to help Philippe down the hall way. He was barely cognizant, yet subconsciously moved his legs stiffly trying to keep up with Maxine.
Suddenly there was banging on that door as if someone was trying to get through the door with a car, while Derrick was still trying to keep it close.
Maxine tried to hurry their step but Philippe seemed to get worse as they inched to the exit.
“Hurry!” Derrick yelled barely holding the door closed.
“We’re trying,” she strained. “Please, my love. Philippe, help me.”
He gripped his stomach and nodded trying to hurry his step, but she could almost feel the pain that seemed to rip through his body.
Getting out of the exit in the dark, she spotted Derrick’s light blue, Ford Escape and clicked the alarm to get the door open before they got there.
The bottom of her bare feet roared in protest at the cold ground and the wind chilled her to the bone as the shirt barely covered her body with the torn up wet dress was useless in shielding her from the elements.
Along with her outer misery, she tried not to concentrate on Derrick screaming in pain from the building behind her as she tried to hurry Philippe in the passenger side. Just as she was running around the other side, she heard Philippe open his door and throw up again on the ground. He promptly closed the door when he was done, just as she was opening up the driver’s door.
Getting in the driver seat and locking all the doors, she saw the exit door from the building burst open and three handlers were running to them. Dropping the gun and scrambling to find the right key, she shook in almost paralyzing fear.
“H-Hurry,” Philippe barely whispered, looking even weaker. “Moi petit amir.”
In her fear, she missed putting the key in the lock giving the handler’s time to get to the car to throw a large object hard enough to crack the windshield. She screamed seeing Derrick’s pummeled body slide down to the hood of the car and the handler’s started hitting both sides of the car hard, trying to crack those windows as well.
She found the ignition with the key and turned the engine over hurriedly. Instead of going forward where more handlers had gathered in front, Maxine went backwards bumping over a cement block and speeding in reverse down a driveway. It was pitch black and she couldn’t see a thing, but she was too involved in trying to drive away to try to find the switch to turn on the lights to the vehicle.
When she was far enough away, she jerked the wheel hard to turn the vehicle around to drive forward. Derrick’s blood was smeared all over the windshield making visibility difficult, but she pressed on holding back the sob knowing Derrick was dead and Philippe was dying.
“Hold on, Philippe, please,” she sobbed hard.
Philippe was barely holding on as she straightened up and started driving forward toward the nearest hospital.
Items had fallen out the middle tray in Derrick’s car, including the plugged in cell phone. To her relief the phone’s panel wasn’t locked and the first number she called was Sheriff Heart’s thanking her lucky stars she remembered his number.
The detective didn’t answer, but as she maneuvered through the traffic, she left a message on his voicemail to let Sheriff know what hospital she was going too.
Just as she pulled in the hospital’s emergency driveway Philippe threw up right in the front seat between his legs convulsing so hard his whole body lurched hard bumping his head against the dash.
Screaming for help as she ran around the passenger side to get Philippe out, medical personal came to help her put Philippe in a wheelchair.
They saw the blood on her and just as she pushed Philippe to triage, two security officers grabbed her while the hospital took Philippe into the back.
“NO! No! Please! Don’t!” she screamed hysterically as they held her back. “They’ll kill him! They KILL HIM!”
“Let her go,” Onyx ordered suddenly behind Maxine, showing the security some kind of gold badge.
The officers released Maxine who despite her animosity towards Onyx moved to the slender woman’s side. “They’ll kill him. They know too many people,” she sobbed frantically, gripping the front of Onyx’s long black Mackintosh desperately.
“She’s got blood all over her,” the officer pointed out.
“But she’s trying to save his life. Homicide is on the way. I’ll stay with her until the police get here,” Onyx promised taking the keys from Maxine to the Ford Escape and handing them to the security officer. “Take good care of the truck. It will be needed to recover forensics.”
Onyx peeled Maxine’s bloody hands off her coat in distaste, but then she took off the coat and put the heavy leather on Maxine’s shoulder. “Get her something for her feet,” Onyx ordered leading Maxine towards the back where they had taken Philippe.
“H-How did you know where we were?” Maxine questioned.
“I followed Philippe from his house this afternoon. He called me and voiced his apprehension, but thought nothing was going to really happen until tomorrow. I couldn’t get in that place you’d gone into with some special maneuvering, so I stayed outside planning my entrance and was about to sneak in when I saw you come out with Philippe,” Onyx explained. “I didn’t realize what was happening until I saw that gorilla throw that kid’s broken body like a pillow on the windshield.”
Maxine sobbed knowing for sure Derrick had died trying to hold off the mob that had been coming for them.
By this time Philippe was in a room with three other beds with the covers around him. He was shivering and groaning, still holding his stomach. Maxine ran to his side using her hand to wipe the sweat from his brow.
A doctor was by the bed checking off something on the chart as a nurse was on the other side re-checking an I.V.
“What’s wrong with him?” Onyx demanded to know from the doctor.
Her authoritative tone couldn’t be refused and the doctor nervously spoke.
“He’s been poisoned with what looks to be a very strong concentration of Ethylene Glycoll.”
“What’s that?” Maxine asked hysterically.
Onyx sighed in exasperation. “Antifreeze, Maxine. Calm your ass down.”
The doctor nodded very impressed by Onyx’s knowledge. “We’ve given him a dose of Fomepizole, but it seems that he ingested wine with the poison which was his saving grace.”
Maxine gasped remembering the wine she had brought to Philippe when she had arrived in the ballroom after she had observed his thirst. Had her obedience as a servant wanting to please her master save
d Philippe’s life?
Philippe looked up at her and forced a grateful smile. He was in pain, but he heard the doctor and it look as if he had been thinking the same thing as she.
Sheriff came in the room looking very perturbed. “What the fuck are you doing here, Onyx Heart?” he rumbled. “And what the fuck did you do to her?”
Onyx looked offended. “This time it wasn’t me. Why do you constantly think I hurt people, Sheriff?”
“Because you always hurt people, cousin,” Sheriff answered.
“She didn’t hurt me,” Maxine said coming to Onyx’s defense. “It was Devon. Devon Walken.”
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“Bring me the results of his tox screen when it’s ready,” Sheriff ordered, showing the doctor his badge. “Give us a minute, please.” While the medical staff was clearing out of the room, Sheriff turned to Maxine with a dead on serious look in those pitch black eyes. “Cut the shit and lies, Maxine. I need to hear the whole fucking story from the beginning and I could give a rat’s ass about violating any contract or promises to be obedient.”
“It’s got to be off record, Sheriff,” Onyx demanded.
“Fuck you Onyx. You know I’m by the book.”
“That’s why it’s got to be off record you dumb shit or you could be in a whirlwind amount of fucking trouble,” his cousin warned.
Suspiciously, Sheriff questioned, “Who’s payroll are you on?”
“Enough to know whatever is said can’t leave the room. Agreed?”
Reluctantly, Sheriff said, “Agreed. Now speak Maxine.”
The doctor and nurses were now gone completely out of the room and Maxine looked at Philippe. He was almost curled in a ball of pain, but he nodded giving her permission knowing she would have to reveal the secrets of the organization she had sworn to keep.
She began to relay her whole tale from start to finish. Why she joined the organization and then having Philippe assigned as her master. She jumped to the part where she found the girl, but she didn’t reveal the rape they had done to her for her punishment.
Philippe didn’t interrupt her as she moved on to the following weekend to the event where she arrived at the banquet with Philippe and then the horrible events that occurred from there.
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