UN-Breakable

by S. K. Lessner

  “Be a good girl and lay on the coffee table for us.” I heard the hint of a threat lacing his request. I’d expected some type of display as all goods must be proven before sold, but even for Alex this was more than I’d planned for. Still, I couldn’t say that I was surprised. She, on the other hand, was completely taken aback by his demand. Her body flinched, her eyes growing wide as she apprehensively glanced at each of us in the room. Connecting her gaze with mine last, her eyes lingered a moment too long before looking at Alex once again. I only hoped they were too stupid to notice such a thing.

  “M-Master?” she asked, her eyes pleading with him to change his mind. Damn, how I wish I could end this for her once and for all! But I had to do it as planned, regardless of how painful and degrading it was for her. If not, neither one of us would leave this house alive.

  Alex refused to answer her. Instead, he reached beside him on the sofa where I’d noticed a small remote control lay. A wicked gleam grew across his face as she bent over and grabbed her knees, gasping as if in pain. The bastard was not only subjecting her to humiliation, he must’ve had some type of device in or on her that he could control. Furthermore, the easy-going guy who had led the evening thus far had disappeared. In his place was an insane man with deep-seeded anger that looked to be on the brink of releasing any control he was maintaining. I suddenly feared what might happen if she refused to obey his command. I didn’t know how far I could interfere and maintain what Boss had planned with me. I only hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

  Releasing the button, she sagged in front of Alex, her head almost lying on her knees. “Now!” His voice thundered, making it clear he wouldn’t accept any more hesitation on her part.

  To her credit, she lifted her head and straightened her back, an iron strong perseverance in the face of evil. She didn’t answer, and he didn’t speak. They shared a knowing look; his a very powerful warning that silently spoke volumes, hers one of defeat. With steady, slow actions, she did as he said, climbing up on the table as he stood and hurried to the other room. Returning only moments later, my stomach plummeted, realizing what was next. Nobody deserved to be treated like this. Nobody. Least of all, her. Clenching my fists at my sides, I repeatedly took deep breaths, praying for the discipline to see this through.

  “Knees up!” Alex demanded, grabbing my legs before I could willingly comply and pushing them upward. He completely disregarded the shaking he felt when he touched me, ignoring how horrifying this truly was as he roughly positioned my body.

  I’d done as he asked and climbed onto the wooden coffee table, lying flat on my back for the entire room to inspect my most private areas. The leather suit I wore made it difficult to shift or slide further back, but inch by inch I finally made it so that my entire length rested on top of the wood. It didn’t matter if there were only three men there. There might as well have been a hundred. The shame and degradation didn’t decrease due to the number present.

  Angling a lamp he’d just brought in, he positioned it at the base of the table, directly between my legs. With a click, the room was aglow, the beastly shadows of two men growing across the ceiling before me as Alex made certain my innocence was completely visible for all to see. I thought I would be sick. I heard him demanding I open wider. I heard the stranger chuckle when I barely moved. But when the stranger came closer, reaching over and pressing his slimy palms to my inner thighs, I was certain my churning stomach wouldn’t be able to handle much more. I might as well have worn nothing; the searing shame burned through the flimsy barrier and directly into my soul.

  Realizing I was either unable or unwilling to follow his directions, Alex growled and forcefully pushed my legs apart, fighting against my body’s will for modesty, and stretching me open under the heat of the lamp. It was only a matter of time before I shattered before them. I felt betrayed by Alex, disappointed in my inability to block out their disgusting advances, and completely helpless as I tried to contain my rebellious response among wave after wave of nauseous anger. Whatever gains I’d made by being obedient would soon be meaningless.

  I tried to remind myself of the goal, the desire to leave this place and find somewhere easier to complete my plans. I fought to ignore their fingers as they disregarded my discomfort and poked and prodded. But more than anything, I strained to block out the sounds of their shared words of delight and humor. My body continued to tremble uncontrollably, the table itself echoing against my shaking. Desperately searching to find a way to escape, I glanced sideways and found something remarkably beautiful among the filth and decay that surrounded me. He took my breath away.

  Nick’s eyes were mesmerizing, emerald green with specks of gold. His intense focus, his body drawn tight like a wild animal about to attack its prey, was in complete contrast to the compassion, sorrow, and tenderness that washed over me from one simple look. With my body bared for all to see, Nick remained in his seat, refusing to take part in what the others were doing. Instead, he seemed to be suffering just as much as I was. Falling deeper into his gaze, he captured my fears and pain, wordlessly offering to carry the burden for me. I knew I could make it through this as long as I continued to look at him. He calmed me without a word. He strengthened me without moving a muscle.

  “As you see, she’s been completely untouched,” Alex boasted proudly. “And watch this.”

  Forcing myself to maintain eye contact with Nick, I knew exactly what Alex was about to do. My previous assumptions had been all wrong. My shame would be complete. The last piece of humility torn from my soul as I performed as my body had been taught and teased to do.

  Feeling cold, callous fingers hold my folds apart, I felt and heard Alex blowing lightly as he removed the clamps. The action allowed blood to rush and fill the previously pressurized area, heightening my already sensitized nub beyond belief. Slamming my eyes closed, I fought to remove myself entirely from what was about to happen. I didn’t want Nick to see me respond so greedily to such dirty and perverse actions. I didn’t want to witness his response when he saw my body finding pleasure in such brutality. But I didn’t have a choice. Even with my eyes shut, I felt his powerful stare unwavering beside me.

  Where Alex had been somewhat gentle before, taking his time to work me up to climax, he was now rushed, urgently trying to prove everything he’d boasted about throughout the evening. His fingers aggressively flicked and pinched, alternating without pause. After wearing the device for hours, my response was unavoidable and instantaneous. My back arched, driving Alex on as he forced a cry from my lungs. Encouraged by my response, he continued his rapid assault, my release the only goal he had in mind.

  “Nick, come over and see this, man,” Alex called out, but he didn’t slow his actions. My body trembled harshly, rocking back and forth, unable to fight against what was being done to me. I just wanted it to stop. I begged myself to do as I was told so I could return to the delusional safety of my tiny closet. But nothing helped. Alex continued his furious stroking, my mind refusing to let go as my body continually hit an invisible wall. There was no pleasure, nothing but endless pain and uncontrollable spasms that rocked my body. Gasping repeatedly, I opened my eyes and turned my head back toward Nick, surprised to see he remained in the same position. The only difference, his tight grip on the edge of the sofa and the sheen of sweat permeating his forehead.

  I wanted to crawl in a hole and die, never see any of these people again. But something in his eyes captured my turbulent emotions, offering to carry my fears and lighten my burden. My body was fighting desperately against what was inevitable. I didn’t want to finish; I didn’t want Nick to witness such depravity, but I desperately needed to find an end to this torture. Just when I thought I couldn’t look at him any longer, afraid I’d never recover from the humiliation I felt in the presence of his beauty, I saw him mouth three simple words and lost all control.

  Look. At. Me.

  I cried out, my eyes completely focused on his, and allowed my body to perform as it had been c
ommanded to. The two sick men were feasting on my body, the stranger now actively involved in sampling what Alex had to offer. But Nick kept me focused; his compassion and obvious disregard for what the men were doing overwhelmed me, making me finish stronger than I ever had before. Grabbing the edges of the table, I felt ripple after ripple being torn from my core. The soaring freefall seemed to be never ending when the callous strokes of Alex’s fingers finally came to a stop.

  Trying to catch my breath, I felt a single tear slide free and closed my eyes. I needed to control myself before I caused a scene, before I did something to make Alex do more to my unwilling body. With stuttering, deep breaths, I fought to regain composure and focused on the strength I’d found in the man beside me.

  Opening my eyes again, I stared in fascination, completely forgetting about myself or the men that were now boasting about my body. There was far more than silent strength and compassion pouring from Nick to me. More than a man who simply wanted to help. What I saw reflected back at me; the wet unshed tears in Nick’s eyes told me more than any words ever could. He knew this pain. He knew it firsthand.

  The flashbacks were something I couldn’t bear. I’d put my childhood behind me years ago. Successfully forgetting every cruel, fucked up thing my bastard father and his buddies had done to me. Until now. Yet, I couldn’t leave her until I knew she’d be okay.

  “So, you’re happy with the girl then?” Alex asked the man I’d invited to join us.

  “I think we have a deal, ‘Xander.” He laughed, his large belly shaking as he reached out with a pudgy hand to shake with Alex. “I’ll have the cash delivered tomorrow. I’d like her brought to my place this weekend. I need to get a few things ready first.” His sick, twisted smile matched the way Alex often looked at her. It made me want to stab both of them, cut their dicks off, and feed them to the other.

  Fighting through the haze of anger, his words caught my attention. The weekend gave me three more days. Three days to find a way to get her safely away from this madness.

  “Sounds good.” Alex nodded, his greedy palm eagerly returning the man’s handshake.

  The entire time, the girl lay on the table. Her legs still bent and her pussy on full display. But her eyes, the beautiful soft aquamarine eyes that captivated me more every time I saw them, remained locked on mine.

  “Nick!” Alex turned and pulled my attention away from her.

  “What?” I demanded, unable to hold my contempt back any longer.

  “Dude, chill the fuck out, and go get Edwin another drink. Would ya?” Alex gave me a funny look, and I knew I had to get myself together before I gave something away.

  “Yeah, whatever.” I never had liked the fool. So, my attitude wouldn’t be a surprise. I was more worried that he’d catch me looking at her, silently trying to encourage and help her in some way.

  Pushing myself to stand, I felt her eyes follow me as I moved across the room to get the men more drinks. Why didn’t I just get rid of everyone here and run away with her? Why did I allow them to treat her like breeding cattle?

  Throwing ice into a couple of tumblers, I briefly remembered the years of service I was forced into because of Boss and knew that would never happen. Grabbing the brandy, I filled both glasses grudgingly. I knew if she was ever to get away from here, it would only be through Boss’ permission. Otherwise, it didn’t matter how many miles we put between us and them, they’d hunt us down and do far worse to both of us.

  Angrily grabbing the drinks, I didn’t care that half of the amber liquid sloshed over the sides as I carried them back to the men. The only thing I was grateful for was the eyes that continued to follow me, watching my every move, and reminding me to stay in control of myself.

  “Here you go, Ed.” I sat the drink beside him and grabbed a napkin to wipe up the extra that had spilled. Extending the other drink toward Alex, I refused to show him any kindness and let the slippery glass almost fall from his grip. Knowing he was trying to impress the buyer, I felt fairly certain he’d swallow his remarks and propose a toast to seal the deal.

  “To beautiful, exploding virgins!” Alex held his glass up, smiling from ear to ear. Edwin followed his lead, returning his sick and twisted smile and clanked his glass with the other. They were both sick, demented fucks and deserved to be removed from this earth. I only hoped that I was the one to get to fulfill that sentence one day.

  Glancing back at the girl, I was relieved to see that her eyes had closed, and she’d finally escaped the evil madness surrounding her. I only hoped she had a beautiful beach or happy home to hide away at in her mind. She deserved both and so much more.

  The next two days went by remarkably fast. Alex was in such a good mood, I no longer recognized him. It was clear I’d be leaving tomorrow and he’d be making a substantial amount of money off my sale, but there was more than just that. I’d overheard him speaking on the phone with someone. He was surprised by some type of job promotion, followed by endless words of reassurance as he quickly agreed to join a crew and do all he could to help. Ever since then, he’d left me alone other than to deliver a couple meals each day and allow me to use the bathroom. I had a few fleeting thoughts of escape before I was handed over to my new owner, but I no longer cared. After witnessing the depth of compassion in Nick’s eyes, and knowing I’d never have that feeling between me and another person, I simply didn’t care anymore. It may sound stupid, I know. You’d think the beatings, rapes, and mental abuse that I’d endured would’ve been what broke me. But it wasn’t. It was seeing the beauty of a good heart and knowing I’d never know what it was like to be loved by one that finally shattered me entirely.

  Curled up in the corner of my closet, I closed my eyes and imagined my family once again. I had no doubt that they’d long ago given up on finding me. Between my mother, father, and brother, I didn’t know who the worst drug addict was. In fact, they were probably more upset that my disappearance would’ve brought the police to their doorstep rather than me actually being missing. Growing up, I’d been the one to cook, clean, make sure my little brother made it to school every day, make sure the money my grandmother had left actually paid the house payment, and the one who took care of the normal monthly bills as well. It wasn’t something a child should’ve been doing, but after my grandmother had passed away, it was either that or foster care. I’d decided the misery I knew was better than the unknown, and I did my best to hold things together for everyone. When I left for college at eighteen, my brother had just turned seventeen and had dropped out of high school, foregoing an education to get high and play video games every day instead. I never understood why he’d choose that lifestyle after watching our parents’ slowly destroy their lives in front of us. But I’d learned long before not to stand in the way. Try to help someone once, twice maybe, but after a third time, you had to get away before they brought you down as well. And that’s exactly what I’d done. I’d escaped, overcome all the obstacles life had thrown at me, only to end up naked, in a closet, and being sold as a sex slave. Maybe drugs wouldn’t have been the worst thing after all.

  “Gwen?” Alex called out, quickly unlocking the door, and pulling the string to turn the light on. “Time to get up.” He jerked his head, urging me to follow him.

  Doing as I was told, I threw the ratty blanket to the side and pushed myself up. With a quick stretch, I remembered my nude body only momentarily before walking through the living room in search of the vile beast. It didn’t take long. I found him in the kitchen, a colorful array of clothing spread across the table in front of us.

  “I wasn’t sure what would fit you, so I grabbed one of each in three different sizes.” He glanced from my body to the clothing, silently confirming to himself that he’d done a good job. He certainly didn’t need me to agree and build his ego any further.

  Tentatively reaching for the first pair of jeans, I was shocked by the coarse feel against my fingers. It had been so long since I’d worn any real clothes. Other than the brief touch of Al
ex’s clothing rubbing against my skin and the leather I’d worn a few nights ago, I’d had almost no contact with fabric. It’s funny the things we miss most when they’re taken away from us.

  Realizing I was being watched, I pushed all thoughts aside and grabbed the stack of clothes. “I’ll try them on in the bathroom if that’s okay?” I was shocked by my statement and tried my best to turn it into a question at the end. Thankfully, he was in such a good mood, he simply nodded his head and shooed me away. His focus was entirely on his phone and whatever he was texting someone else. Grateful for the distraction, I hurried away, eager to feel the cotton enveloping me once again.

  Later that night, I’d been sent back to my closet after a quick meal in the kitchen with my master. My appetite was nonexistent after months of living off very little, but he insisted until I finished almost all of my food. It marked another momentous event between us. I’d been allowed to sit at the table, beside him, surprisingly with my own plate and utensils. He seemed too engrossed in text after text to do more than encourage me to eat my food. After finishing our food, I cleaned the stove and washed the dishes, unsure if I should kneel beside him as I’d done for months or sit back at the table afterward. Thankfully, he made the decision when he started receiving more phone calls and absently waved me away, telling me to go to sleep. I was more than happy to oblige. I had no idea what the future would hold for me, and any time I could have to myself without a man pawing at my body was a luxury I wouldn’t pass up. With my stomach overly full, I quickly fell asleep in my closet, only to be woken up a couple hours later by a loud, persistent banging on the front door. I had no idea what the actual time was, but assumed it had to be near midnight.