Yes, he’d done as he said he would. He removed the gag and praised me for doing so well. He even helped me drink the water, gently tipping the bottle repeatedly since my hands remained locked behind my back. But his kindness ended there. While the movie played on, he urgently began shifting me into different positions, his own excitement evident as he roughly spread my legs further and coached me on how to imagine I was elsewhere while allowing my body to still be present. All this while he touched and fondled me in horrific, yet pleasing ways. My body was crying out for more, for him to stop, for him to help me finish. I had no control, no choice in how I responded. I both hated and needed him now. He had me on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump off and soar with the intensity that only a freefall could provide. I loathed wanting something so incredibly intimate with someone so dirty and evil. I despised my body for responding to him like it did. But more than anything, I just wanted relief. Even if that meant he had to use his hands and mouth to do so.
When the movie finished, he cut the ties off my ankles and rubbed the soreness away. He untied my hands with a gentleness I hadn’t expected and repeated the same administrations, creating another burst of longing followed quickly with a frenzy of anger I had to disguise. To make it worse, I couldn’t stop saying thank you. Each time the words fell from my lips, my outrage grew, disappointed that he’d been able to turn the tables and make me feel like I owed him something. Just when I thought the evening had finished and I could put another miserable day behind me, he instructed me to lie down with my head on the armrest of the sofa. I shouldn’t have been surprised when he demanded I open my mouth, allowing him to slide his hardened length deep inside. He’d done this frequently during the past two weeks after feeling confident that I’d do as he said and avoid the urge to hurt him in any way. But this time was different. Increasing the pace, he leaned over my body, his hands and mouth feverishly doing things to my core that I wished he’d never do, yet begged him never to stop. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I’d never experienced any type of sexual pleasure like what he provided. I despised him for it—for forcing it on me, for taking what wasn’t his to take. And I hated myself even more. My traitorous body yearned for more, moaning and begging without abandon, regardless of how many times he helped me find the bliss that was hidden over the edge he eagerly helped me soar from.
Looking in the mirror at myself, I came back to the present day, forcing an end to the thoughts of where my lips had been and how he’d turbulently overtaken my body. I despised him. But even so, I couldn’t stop the excitement and wetness from forming between my legs. The memories of how his mouth had brought forth such a violent and pleasurable storm from deep within were beyond comprehension. I was no longer the innocent girl he’d plucked from the beach half a year ago. Not only did I know how my body worked and responded now, I knew how a man’s body reacted and liked to be pleased. These were things I thought I’d share with someone I loved one day. Not some monster who had stolen and manipulated them from me. I hated him so damn much!
Knowing he was waiting, I needed to hurry up. He’d given me fifteen minutes to shower and brush my hair. I’d spent almost half of that time reminiscing about what had happened yesterday. Now, as I walked into the kitchen, my body naked as was his normal demand, I was surprised to find two plates of food sitting at the table. After eating whatever he deemed I had earned each day, alone in the closet, and often in fear, I couldn’t believe he was allowing me to eat beside him.
“Come.” He waved his hand over, directing me toward the table.
I did as he said, cautiously putting one foot in front of the other. I felt uneasy nervousness growing in my gut and knew there must be more to this than what met the eye. I didn’t have long to wait to find out. He quickly pointed to the floor when I was within arm’s reach of him.
“Down.” He nodded his head, directing me to kneel beside him.
I was beyond debating his commands. After learning how much easier it was to obey and not rebel, I had started doing as he said without complaint. Lowering my body, I bent my knees and did as I was told. The hard, cold tile was painful, but the hand that immediately came into view, holding a piece of pineapple between the forefingers, was a luxury I hadn’t expected to experience again. The uncomfortable floor couldn’t compete with such tasteful goodness exploding across my taste buds.
He fed me my entire meal that way. No conversation. No forks or spoons. His fingers placing bite after bite inside my mouth, and often lingering along the wetness that remained on my lips. It had been a very long time since my stomach had felt full. Upon completion, my eyelids began to droop, my body wanting nothing more than sleep. Unfortunately, I knew he would once again want to continue his ‘lessons.’
With a deep sigh, I spoke for the first time, “Thank you, Master.” Lowering my head, I waited for him to reply. When he didn’t I wondered what I had done wrong or if I had eaten too much. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything and remained quiet and still until he’d directed me to do differently. Such was the way of my life, panic and fear my constant companion. I kept my eyes downcast and head tilted toward the floor as I listened to him chew and finish his meal. When I heard his chair scrape backward against the floor, I waited to see which master would be joining me for the night.
Without warning, he grabbed my upper arm forcefully, yanking me upward, my feet struggling to stand. “Bedroom, now,” he growled, pushing me in the direction I needed to go. Although he was nowhere near as cruel as he once had been, I knew I needed to do as he said to avoid provoking him further. Whatever he wanted for the night, I would fulfill his desires.
It had been over two weeks since I’d seen her. I’d thrown away my ticket to freedom, given up the chance to escape this lifestyle, and postponed my dream of living in peace. Although it fucking sucked, I would’ve done anything if it meant I could help her. I couldn’t explain why she mattered so much, enough to sacrifice all I’d worked so hard for. It didn’t even make sense to me. But something about her, something about the innocence that radiated in her eyes, had me willing to do anything and everything I could to help free her.
As it was, after two weeks of preparing a monetary bribe and the most convincing appeal I could create, I finally had Boss’ permission to go ahead. Turns out, he wasn’t concerned about the money. He dealt in blood and sweat, picking and choosing the most lucrative transactions that would benefit nobody but himself. With the opportunity to continue using my assassination skills, he was more than willing to work out a deal. He’d get another two gigs from me. They didn’t have time constraints and were subject to his choosing, including the ability to change orders on a whim. In other words, I was his bitch and he still owned me. He could order me to track down any perp, get within striking range, and then call it off. Only to have his men finish the job while forcing me to start anew with a different perp. It was a shitty arrangement with little hope of freedom in sight. But in return, the girl would be mine. The one requisite that he’d required was anonymity. He washed his hands of the entire situation. If anyone found out, he’d deny he knew anything about it, and leave me to face the fallout without anyone to back me up. It was Boss’ way of avoiding the appearance of looking weak and preventing others from trying to bargain with him as well. Power being his utmost concern, he couldn’t afford to show anything less than absolute control if he wanted to maintain his hold over the crew. I didn’t get to make the rules, I was only required to play the game. It was a far better deal for him than it was for me, but I knew it was the only way to ensure the chance at freeing the girl. Grudgingly, I agreed, making a pact to handle it as he’d required.
The biggest challenge I faced was locating a smokescreen, someone who would appear to be purchasing the girl directly from Alex instead of during the auction the following week. Considering I avoided these people as much as possible, I had to start from scratch. I spent every waking hour calling in favor after favor from friends and acquaintances to help m
e locate what I was looking for. I needed to find a sleazy, low-life predator who had plenty of disposable money and little to no security. Once I got that far, I’d have to convince him that this one specific girl was what he’d always longed for, urging him to rush the deal in order to avoid the auction, and complete the purchase in the privacy of Alex’s own home. It was enough to make any buyer hesitant. But thankfully I’d long ago mastered the technique of selling oceanfront property to fools who believed such a thing existed in the middle of the desert.
Finally, after all this was set into motion, it would be up to me to kidnap her from the buyer and keep her for myself. It was ridiculous actually. I didn’t know why I couldn’t just pay the cash and put an end to all of this bullshit. But Boss had refused, stating his reputation was on the line. Aware that there would be no other alternatives, I continued working leads day and night, praying I’d get it all set up before it was too late.
I actually had clothing on tonight. Or what some may consider clothing. It was a black leather one-piece body suit, conforming to every curve and shape of my body. Everything except for my breasts and crotch, that is. Those areas were lacking any material, purposely created to be open and display my most private areas. I should’ve been appalled as I slid it on. Instead, I found it exhilarating to have any type of fabric covering the majority of my body. It was sad how far I had deteriorated. But if this was how life was to be, I would embrace any small progress I made, regardless of how insignificant or ridiculous.
I had been instructed that tonight would be the first time I’d meet a person who may or may not play a part in my future. I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but I knew from the little pieces of information that Alex said or things I’d overheard that he was training me for sexual service. I had gone along willingly, thinking I would have escaped or killed him by now. Unfortunately, the opportunity had never materialized, and I was now in the position of facing a possible new Master.
I knew I’d have to perform to Alex’s liking, or face his wrath, or possibly some stranger’s wrath instead. The only thing that could get me through was hoping I’d have better luck escaping with someone else watching over me. I valiantly tried not to consider the possibility that this new monster could be any worse than Alex already had been. It would do no good to worry about the unknown. I had to be strong, bravely step out on faith, knowing that one day I would find a way to escape regardless of where I was or who I was with.
Feeling a sharp current surge between my legs, I remembered Alex’s instructions a short time before. I’d just completed my shower and the very specific list that he had given me, including where to shave, not to apply any lotion afterward, and to forego any perfume other than what he’d set out for me to use. After dressing in the leather outfit, I’d hurried to the bedroom, and laid on the bed, silently waiting for his arrival. The immense number of butterflies that seemed to take up residence in my gut was overwhelming. I had a sickening fear combined with intense sexual energy, creating a surge of adrenaline that raced through my veins. I loathed the man, yet every day the desire to speak to someone, be near someone, grew exponentially. Staring at the stained ceiling tiles above me, I’d eagerly found a distraction by counting the squares. The game was helpful in easing my nerves, but the relief was far too short-lived. Before I reached fifty, he’d entered the room, a menacing smile spread across his face.
“These are similar to the ones we used the other day.” He’d held up a couple of wires with tiny little clamps dangling from the ends. “But this time, you’ll be wearing them for a specific purpose.” He raised his eyebrows, asking if I understood.
I had no clue what he meant, except that it was sexual in nature. He’d used some type of clamp on me a few days before. It had been a lesson on intensity and controlling my desires to match my master’s. Unsure if I should guess an answer or allow him to ‘enlighten’ me, I apprehensively held my breath and waited for him to explain.
“Simply put, you’ll be both rewarded and punished with this device tonight. Do as I say, and you’ll receive nothing but pleasure. Don’t? Well, you really won’t want to experience how awful these can be.” He didn’t wait for a response, most likely knowing I wouldn’t give one. I’d long ago given up on voicing my opinion. I was now the obedient, pliant servant he wanted me to be.
After he’d finished the application, which was annoyingly uncomfortable at first, he pulled me up to stand and made sure the electrical box that attached to the wires was discreetly hidden in the clothing I wore. Once he was certain everything was in place, he’d pulled a tiny black remote from his pocket, quickly pressing a button to test the device. Chuckling at my response as I tightly clenched my legs together, he couldn’t refrain from enjoying my discomfort once again. That time he’d held the button longer, ensuring I was fully aware of what he could do with it at any given time throughout the night. By the time he slid the remote back into his pocket, I was barely able to stand without support. He’d quickly provided a few final rules and further instructions before telling me to take a minute to collect myself, and then meet him in the living room after pinning my hair up and out of my face.
That had been nearly thirty minutes ago. I wanted to hide in my closet. Somewhere I knew what to expect and felt deceptively safe. Even though I longed for human interaction, the evening seemed far less appealing now. He’d once again reduced me to nothing more than a pet, something to perform as expected. I wanted to weep at my foolhardiness—the idea that maybe there was a grain of goodness somewhere inside him. I knew better than that. He was pure evil. Yet, I found myself repeating the same reaction every time he showed his true colors.
Refusing to get caught up in my emotions, I adjusted the device Alex had attached between my legs and made sure my hair and clothing were in place. Just before I reached the door, a shot of electricity surged throughout my core. This time the painful pleasure was far stronger than the last two combined. It must’ve been his way of telling me to hurry up. If I thought he’d been sick and twisted before, this was a hundred times worse. Bending at the waist, I couldn’t help the panting that escaped when the pain morphed into intense desire. The tiny clamps that were attached to my ‘nub’ as he called it, were not only used to control me, but, I assumed, to ensure that I’d be desperately in need and ready for him after the night was over. I’d never heard of such things and wondered what type of people created items like this? Or maybe I was the odd one after all, and the world was drunk with desires that were beyond my understanding.
Fighting the temptation to rip the things off, I straightened my back and held my head high, refusing to allow him the victory over me. With quick, sure steps, I put on a brave face, made my way down the hall, and proudly entered the living room where Alex was waiting. He’d changed clothes and was now dressed in a black three-piece suit. It screamed luxury and clashed horrendously with the dirty, old house. But I couldn’t deny how much it changed his appearance. I’d never seen him clean shaven or dressed in anything other than jeans. For a moment, I was almost willing to bet that he was an entirely different person, until he slid his eyes over me, possessively appraising my body from top to bottom. It was a quick reminder of who and what he truly was. There was nothing good or handsome about him. There never would be.
Beneath the seductive leather outfit, she looked so small and fragile. She seemed to have adapted more than the last time I’d seen her which made me more on edge than I already was. I fucking hated considering what she’d gone through to make it this far. On the bright side, if there could be one in this situation, it looked like Alex had been taking better care of her. Her ribs were no longer protruding, and she also didn’t have any bruises that were noticeable. That fact was highlighted when she walked into the living room and found me sitting on the far side of the room, her cheeks instantly changing from a pale white to a satin red. She’d seemed so in control of herself until her feet had faltered at the sight of me. I wanted to reassure her in some way, offe
r her some type of encouragement, but I knew better than to reveal my desires to either of the other men who were present. Thankfully, after her initial shock of finding me there, she’d quickly regained her composure, keeping her eyes downward and appropriately following the asshole’s every command.
During the past couple of weeks, I’d tried to find a way inside the house multiple times only to learn that the security cameras and audio were all tied into Boss’ personal system back at the office. Knowing that he had men who worked security on all his properties, I was certain they’d be fully aware of any actions I took. We never would’ve made it fifteen feet. The only way to make this happen was to see the night through and follow the plan to a T. I’d finally found an interested buyer who was willing to give Boss double what he could make from her at auction. The gullible fat fuck was already here, his greedy eyes devouring her every move. My biggest worry was that the extra time being here may have caused more physical wounds. But as I looked at her now, her body kneeling between the interested buyer and Alex, I knew she was far more wounded mentally and emotionally. I had no idea how to help her, but I made a silent vow to myself to do whatever it would take.
“Little Bird?” Alex smiled sickeningly as he addressed her. We’d made it through a small dinner that Alex had insisted upon. He seemed to think that he needed to woo the customer in order to seal the deal—as if that were possible in this run down piece of shit house. I was surprised he hadn’t brought in a few servants to completely play the part he was trying to portray, but beyond grateful he’d kept it at ordering a catered meal and dressing like an ass. When he showed off his progress with training her, feeding her by hand as she waited beside him on the floor, I knew my control was slipping. Now, with drinks in hand, we sat around a new coffee table Alex had brought in, finishing a discussion about stocks as if this were a completely normal, everyday occurrence. The desire to beat the shit out of him and dress him in the submissive outfit before delivering him to the boys in the alley downtown was becoming an overwhelming soundtrack in my mind. I wanted to show him who the true slave was in this room. I wanted to demonstrate what real control was all about. But when he uttered his next sentence, shocking both myself and the buyer with the sudden change in subject, I knew there would come a day when I made those thoughts a reality.
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