by D W Marshall
“I can see that we have an understanding. There is no further need to continue this conversation. You all know what is at stake. I always find showing you is much more powerful than telling you. Please take a moment to compose yourselves.” He gets up from his seat, walks over to the bar, and pours himself another drink.
Vivian Travis, Sex Slave. Never in a million years would I have thought to string that sentence together.
Some unknown amount of time passes before most of the sobbing subsides. I look into the eyes of a tear-stained face of a girl with sun-kissed blonde hair. Her eyes speak volumes. She is obviously terrified, mirroring the stare that I am giving her. She offers me a tight smile that says, “You are not alone.” I return it.
“Back to business.” Mason clears his throat. “Now that I have your full cooperation. You will each be assigned a bedchamber, a name, and a personal guard. Like I said before, no one uses their real name in The Chamber. Your job description is as follows. There are thirty-five very eager lottery winners who can’t wait to spend the next year with you.”
He has mentioned the word “year” more than once. Am I to understand that he expects to keep us here for a whole year? There is no way I can survive a day, let alone an entire year. Kill me now and get it over with. There won’t be anything left of me in a year. I turn my attention back to him, fearful of missing anything that might be vital to my survival, even though I know the odds are not in my favor.
“You will be their lovers, their submissives, their whatever they want, five days a week. Sundays and Wednesdays you will rest and recuperate. Some of our lottery winners have cleared their books and intend to spend the entire week with you, while others prefer the notion of dropping in whenever they desire. For this year’s group of winners, you ladies represent the sky, and the sky is the limit. Now, enough details. I’m ready for some fun. How about you?”
Mason steps over to the girl on the end and stands directly in front of her. He pulls her to her feet, takes a syringe from his pocket, and injects her in the upper arm with it. She jumps and rubs her arm, her eyes are wide with fear. Mason drops the used needle into an open box one of the guards behind him holds.
“No need to be alarmed, ladies. That is a birth control shot. You will each get one today and every three months. No condoms are used in The Chamber. Each lottery winner has been handpicked, just like you. All of them are healthy and disease-free. We will apply an additional form of birth control until these shots kick in.” He returns his attention to the first girl in our line. He grabs her face between his two hands and kisses her like she is his lover. From where I’m standing at the end of the line, she appears to be kissing him back. The exchange is intimate and familiar. He runs his hands down the length of her arms, pulling her shirt up, exposing her full breasts as if they are alone, sharing a tender sensual moment. He takes her nipples into his mouth and sucks them one at a time before stopping abruptly, letting her shirt fall over her exposed body.
“Exquisite,” he says.
I can’t see her expression, but I can feel her fear, because it’s mine. We all share a bond. My mind rushes through scenarios of the fate that awaits the rest of us in the line when we are given our shots.
“Long red hair, porcelain skin, green eyes that sparkle like a jewel. We will call you Ivy.”
He kisses her again, takes her by the hand, and gives her to a waiting guard. The guard leads her to stand before one of the grand bookcases.
Mason steps in front of the next girl. She has shoulder-length dark hair and light brown skin.
“Beautiful Caribbean princess.” He gives her the injection quickly, then kneels down in front of her, lifts her skirt and buries his face between her legs. Her hands ball into fists as this stranger spends much too long there. When he reappears he comes to his feet and wipes his lips on his sleeve.
“You are my Sunshine.” He stands and takes her by the hand. Another guard leads her to a bookcase.
The next girl stands before he can guide her to her feet. “An eager, exotic Pacific island beauty. Dark hair, olive skin...” He gives her the injection in the arm. He reaches into the front of her pants and I can see him moving around, exploring. “…and ready—so moist and ready. I like that.” He pulls his hand out of her pants, sticks two of his fingers in his mouth, and sucks them. “You even taste divine, Raven.” Like the others before her she is led to a bookcase.
The girl who follows is the blonde who I locked eyes with. I realize, as he reaches her, that my turn is coming soon. I squeeze my legs together. I watch as she receives her shot. “The sky lights up around you, lovely one. I shall see if you taste as good as you look.” He stands in front of her and stares. “If only I could tear my eyes away from your stunning baby blues. I find that I cannot. Ivory, please come and do a little taste test for me. Don’t take your eyes off mine,” he instructs the blonde.
Out of nowhere, a stunning, statuesque blonde woman appears by Mason’s side. She seats the girl back in her chair and begins to pull down the girl’s pants and panties to her ankles. She spreads her legs apart and buries her face between them. The girl squirms and writhes as Ivory continues her taste test. Ivory stands abruptly. “Heavenly,” she says as she wipes her mouth.
“Then, Sky it is,” Mason names the girl as he pulls her to her feet, her bottom is on display for everyone before she can scramble to pull up her pants. She is led to a bookcase.
I witness each girl being violated and named like property, one by one, getting closer to me.
One girl gets up from her seat with a pride that doesn’t seem natural for what is happening to us. She holds her arm out and receives her birth control shot. Mason stands before her, and I can see her chest rapidly rise and fall. She is so close to me, I can hear her shallow breaths.
“A Latin beauty right off the beaches of Brazil. Please, kiss me.” She leans forward to kiss him, and the sound of his pants unzipping echoes in the room. “No, no, beautiful one. Not on my lips.”
She looks down as he pulls his cock out of his pants. My eyes widen.
His cock is not as humongous as Tyson’s, but it is thick and long. I gag. I watch with frightened fascination as the girl kneels down and takes Mason’s full and erect cock into her mouth. At first, she licks him like a popsicle. Then, as Mason’s hips move forward, she begins to suck him in earnest. I’ve seen porn before, and she knows what she’s doing. She takes him further down her throat until his dick isn’t visible anymore. Mason throws his head back, and the girl rises up on her knees and pulls him in more. Mason stops her, swiftly. He takes his cock out of her mouth. He doesn’t put it back into his pants. He guides her to stand and she reaches out and grabs it into her hand.
“Oh, my, my. Sapphire is your name, and I can’t wait to get my hands on you. You might just be my next wife.”
He grabs her by a fistful of hair and pulls her into a passionate kiss. His cock is still in her hand, and she strokes the shaft. He appears reluctant to let her go, but soon enough, she is standing in front of a bookcase.
The next girl is shaking. She’s sitting right next to me. I’m right after her. Oh my goodness, I’m right after her!
“My dear, Violet. So beautiful and innocent, like the flower. Fair hair, rosy cheeks...”
She extends her shaky arm out and receives her shot. Her eyes, like mine, are staring at his hard cock that is sticking straight up out of his pants.
“Don’t worry, darling girl. Your first time won’t be like this. But I do want you to get used to seeing dicks. Take a good look.”
He gives her, and me, full vantage of his erect organ. It moves on its own. It sort of jumps. I jump in response.
“Please have a seat,” he instructs.
It’s my turn. Oh no. It’s my turn.
Mason stands before me with his onyx-black eyes and fully erect cock. I stare down at his cock because it is so close to me, and I’m freaking out. My body shivers and my blood is running colder. Will he show me the sam
e courtesy that he showed Violet?
“Don’t worry, I saved my two virgins for last. I will not ask you to display your affection for me. Please stand.”
I do as I am told, because my family deserves my strength. I can do this. A year of sacrifice is nothing if they remain safe.
“I heard about your fire, your fight. I can see it in those steel-gray eyes of yours, Flame. That name suits you. Feast your eyes on me, Flame. Because you will become well-acquainted with my dick before the night is over. Please be seated.”
He turns away from Violet and me. His cock swings out of view.
“To your Chambers, ladies.” His hand sweeps lavishly toward the other girls.
He pushes a button on a remote and the bookcases slide open along the walls, revealing hidden staircases. Only five bookcases open. Five girls disappear into the darkness of the staircases, and the bookcases close behind them, leaving me and Violet behind.
“Now, back to my two innocent virgins. It would be cruel of me to let you begin this Chamber without being fucked thoroughly.”
He is interrupted by one of the guards. He whispers in Mason’s ear.
“Oh my dear, Flame. Seems I forgot your shot. Virgins always get me all scattered and excited. Look at my dick! It can’t wait!” He points to his hard erection and thrusts his hips forward, as if we need help to see its length.
Liam and I were so stupid. Why didn’t we tell each other how we felt? How many nights did I sleep over at his house, in his bed, with him right beside me? I always wanted him to touch me. I can remember that pulsating feeling between my legs. I wanted it. I wanted him. The love was there, and so was the trust. I should have devoured him, lost my virginity to him. Now I’m going to lose my sacred virginity to Mason—an evil, kidnapping stranger!
“Ivory,” Mason says. “Show these ladies to the Deflowering Chamber.”
Chapter Four
Liam, Gone Too Soon
Three police cars are parked in front of Vivian’s house. I can’t go inside; doing so will make this true, and that is a reality that I am not prepared to face. I wrap my fingers around my steering wheel and tighten my fingers, trying to crush it with my bare hands. My hands burn and ache.
“Vivian! Vivian!” I shout until my voice is raw.
She’s gone. Vivian is gone. I rest my head on my hands and I don’t fight back the tears.
Anger sears through me, causing my body to shake. My heart. I startle when there’s a rapping on my car window. It’s Maddie. I roll my window down. She’s as broken as I am.
“The cops have questions for us. We need to tell them anything that might help them find her.” She can barely get the words out before she is sobbing again.
I’m out of my car at once. I wrap my arms around Maddie and the two of us quietly console one another. We head for the front door. I can barely walk through it because I don’t want confirmation that she is gone. My eyes sweep the room and take in the panicked faces of Vivian’s parents and her brother. Three police officers take up most of the space in the room.
“Mr. Travis, please continue,” one of them says.
Maddie and I sit on the sofa with Shane.
“My wife and I wanted to tell Vivian happy birthday,” Mr. Travis says. “She’s twenty-one today. We had a gift for her. She loves those little fairies…” He can’t continue. He and Vivian’s mom cry into each other’s arms.
I can’t sit any longer. I’m so angry, my skin is crawling. “Why are we sitting here?” I shout. “We need to be out there finding her.
“Sir, I understand you’re upset,” another cop says. “We already have an APB out with Miss Travis’ description. These questions are necessary.”
I want to punch something. I have never felt so helpless in my life. Maddie is by my side. She urges me to take a seat, but I just can’t. Instead I pace.
“Mr. Travis, sir.” The cop urges him to continue.
“Right. So we bought her a watch with little fairies on the band. We went to give it to her at about seven in the morning. She wasn’t in her room. At first, we thought her friends must have come early for her. So my wife and I went into the kitchen to make coffee, and that’s when my wife noticed the back door was ajar. Not just open, though. Broken. The lock was busted. So, in a panic we ran up to our son’s room, and he was sound asleep, with Growl, our dog. We ran back to Viv’s room and saw that all of her overnight bags were still there in her room, along with her house keys, purse, and cell phone. That’s when we called the police and her friends.”
I can’t fight the tears. Someone came into her fucking house and took her? She can’t be gone. She just can’t be.
“Mr. Travis, you mentioned your home alarm?”
“It never went off. Whoever came into my home and stole my baby bypassed it. We never had a warning. If we would have, they would not have taken our daughter from our home. We would be cleaning the bastards from my dammed walls!” He shakes his fists.
“Is there anything else you feel might be important?” the officer asks Mr. Travis.
Then he turns to Maddie and me. “Are you the boyfriend?” he asks me.
“No. I’m not the boyfriend.” I say between gritted teeth. For some reason, I don’t like his tone. “We—” I gesture to Maddie and I, “—have been friends with Vivian since the seventh grade. Today is her birthday and we were taking her to San Francisco for the weekend. I happen to be in love with her, though, so, I would be honored to be her boyfriend.”
“And how did Miss Travis react when she learned about your feelings for her?” he asks me while scribbling some shit down in his little tablet.
What the fuck is he implying?
“Officer,” Vivian’s mom says. “My daughter is in love with Liam. We spoke yesterday while she packed. She was excited about this weekend with him. He’s practically a part of this family.”
This revelation from Vivian’s mother warms and breaks my heart at the same time. Why was I such a fool? Why didn’t I take my chance to be with Vivian while she was with me, in my bed, across the table at the coffee shop, next to me in the movie theater, dancing with me at the club, running next to me on the treadmill? Why did I wait? Now, I may never see her again.
“I’m sorry, I need some air.” I rush out of the house with every intention to get as far away from Viv’s house, but I only make it as far as the porch, and there, I let go.
Chapter Five
Taken, Not Given
We are standing in front of double doors with a sign that actually says, “Deflowering Chamber.” My heart races and clangs around inside my chest. Whatever awaits us behind that door will destroy me. We follow closely behind Ivory and cross the threshold. The room is white and celestial. Too white, and even under duress, I don’t miss the purity joke. Ha.
I also notice the pair of naked guards standing at attention on either side of the entrance. Their expressions are blank as we pass, as if they are not standing there with erections waiting to do who-knows-what to us. There are three oversized beds that form a triangle in the center of the room. The only splashes of color in the room are the satin pillowcases adorning each bed. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that the crimson pillows are on my bed and the lavender ones are on Violet’s bed. My blood runs cold.
Another pair of naked guards stand before us. The one directly in front of me is Tyson. Thunderdick, my brain accidentally names him. He glances down at me and offers a kind smile. He is completely naked and his cock is awake and alert, ready to inflict the only thing an organ of that size is capable of inflicting—pain. Maybe he gets first dibs.
“Flame. I like that name. It really does fit you,” he whispers. Does he think I care if he likes my name? The only thing I care about in this moment is what is about to happen to me, what I stand to lose, and the fact that I have no say or choice here. My body does not belong to me here.
I swallow and glance down at his massive organ. My knees turn to jelly, and my head swims.
“Touch it. It doesn’t bite.”
My eyes shoot back up to his. There is kindness behind them that is out of place here. Under these circumstances, I expect to find aggression, power, or even savagery. Not kindness. When I gaze into Tyson’s eyes, that is all I see. He isn’t making me touch him. He is giving me a choice, even though I know there really isn’t one.
He really is beautiful up close. He should be modeling for some athletic magazine. Everyone would want to exercise if they saw him on the pages of a magazine. His skin is the smoothest deep olive, without so much as a visible pore or blemish. His lips are full and naturally pouty. What has come over me? I am standing in front of a naked, very well-endowed stranger who was directly involved in my kidnapping and plans to have sex with me against my will, and I’m admiring his body? I have lost my mind.
I bite the corner of my lip, as I do sometimes when I must make a difficult decision. Tyson has the sexiest smile. Dimples appear on his face, and the most perfect set of teeth in creation appear. Oh my.
I reach out and touch the massive tip of his erection and it jumps. It just moves of its own accord. I snatch my hand away like it’s on fire and my eyes shoot back up to his.
“Sorry. That happens when he gets excited. He really likes you.”
He?
Tyson pulls me toward the bed with the red pillows. “Do you want to take your clothes off yourself or do you want me to do it?”
This is happening. How can he be my first? My eyes sting and mist with tears I refuse to shed. What good would it do here? This is happening regardless of how many tears I shed. What I need is strength and courage. It is time to stifle my tears, detach myself from this nightmare and figure out a way out of this shit that won’t put my family in jeopardy.
“Umm. I’ll do it.” My heart is beating into a frenzy, causing my body to shake. My eyes don’t leave his massive erection. He’s sitting, and I would swear his own mouth could reach it from that position.