No such luck. Jason set down the glass. “I trust you enjoyed your meal.” He twirled one end of his mustache and smiled his wolf’s smile. “Now it’s time for dessert.” She understood by his leer that he wasn’t talking about food.
He led her into the back of the house, through the kitchen and living room along a short hallway to the bedroom. The room was dominated by a large bed covered in black silk, the ceiling mirrored above it. The headboard was of black wrought iron with chains and several pairs of cuffs hanging from it.
Jason led her to stand at the end of the bed. He unclipped her wrists. “Turn around and see what I’ve got for you.” Reluctantly Julianna obeyed. Jason stood back, rubbing his hand over the crotch of his jeans, a leer on his face. Julianna looked away.
“Don’t pull the shy act with me. Every woman wants a big hard cock and that’s just what I’ve got. Hey! Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Julianna forced herself to look at him. Though she kept her eyes on his face, she could see him unbuckling his belt in her peripheral vision.
“I generally prefer boys,” he said conversationally. Julianna flashed to Pete and Jorge, and his comment about not needing their services that night. Jason continued, “With either sex I like a good fight, provided, of course, that I win.” He guffawed as if he’d made a wonderful joke. Julianna wrapped her arms around her torso, not liking the direction of his remarks one little bit.
He pulled the belt from the loops of his pants and tossed it onto the bed. Reaching for the hem of his T-shirt, he pulled it over his head, revealing a very hairy chest and a stomach tending toward paunch, though he still looked powerful and strong.
She looked away as he removed his jeans and underwear, wondering what would happen if she tried to run from the room. The guards were gone—it was just Jason and her, but he was perhaps a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than she. She had her hands free, and she was probably quicker than he was. Could she get away? Did she stand a chance?
Before she could even ponder the merits or stupidity of this line of thought, Jason grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and threw her down onto the bed. He fell heavily on top of her. She could feel his erection hard against her thigh as his mouth sought hers. He forced his tongue between her lips.
Instinctively she pushed against him, twisting her head away, revulsion and fear rising inside her. He laughed. “That’s right. Put up a fight, you sexy little whore.” She squirmed beneath him and managed to twist out from under him, rolling to her side.
She swiveled upright but he caught at her shoulder, pulling her back down onto the bed. She was dizzy from the wine and from fear and couldn’t seem to draw a proper breath of air. He loomed over her, his cold, dark eyes glittering. “Feisty girl. I like it.” He put a hand on her throat and with the other slapped her cheek. She gasped, pulling with both hands at the hand on her throat.
After a moment he let her go, but only to grab the neckline of her dress, easily tearing the flimsy fabric and exposing her breasts. He bent over her, catching a nipple between his teeth. She cried out as he bit the tender nubbin. He sought the other nipple with his hand, twisting it hard between his fingers.
He wanted a fight? She’d give him a fight, the fucking bastard. She jerked her knee upward and felt it meet the soft flesh of his belly. He grunted and let go of her breasts. “Bitch,” he swore softly but then he laughed. She rolled away again, managing to fling herself from the bed to the floor. She staggered to her feet, aiming for the bedroom door, with no plan other than to get out of the room, whatever the cost.
He rolled from the end of the bed, blocking her retreat. He hurtled toward the door, slamming it shut and turning the lock. She moved back, her eyes darting over the room, searching for another escape but there was none.
Still laughing, he lunged toward her, throwing her back down onto the bed. He fell upon her again, reaching for her wrists. While she struggled and twisted beneath him, he pulled her arms over her head and pressed his full weight on top of her. He pinned her to the bed and she could feel his cock pressing hard between her legs. She whimpered with fear.
“Please!” she gasped. “Don’t do this!”
“I do what I want, little girl,” he said. Using some of the hanging chain, he clipped her wrist cuffs to the headboard. He lifted himself from her to stand beside the bed. She lay panting, watching him as he reached for something on the floor. He faced her while he rolled a condom onto his long, thick cock.
“Ever been fucked in the ass, number thirty-eight?”
Julianna closed her eyes, pulling hard at the cuffs. He leaned over her, slapping her face again. “I asked you a question, cunt.”
“No, sir,” she whispered, her heart bouncing against her ribs.
He undid her cuffs and flipped her onto her stomach. He straddled her thighs and gripped a handful of her hair, jerking her head back. “That’s good,” he growled into her ear. “Been a while since I had a virgin.”
She struggled beneath him while he grabbed her hands and clipped her wrists together behind her back. “You can stop fighting now. My cock is plenty hard. In fact, I suggest you just relax and enjoy it.”
He leaned down over the side of the bed. She twisted back and saw he was holding a tube of lubricant. He squeezed the tube and smeared the clear gel over the head of his sheathed cock. Reaching for her hips, he pulled her to her knees and tossed away the torn remnants of the dress. “Press your forehead to the mattress for balance.” She had no choice but to obey.
She felt his fingers hook beneath the elastic of the panties. “White lace for the little virgin,” he said thickly. Savagely he tore them, ripping them from her body. “Yes,” he oozed. “Oh, yes.” She jumped as a finger moved its way over her asshole and pressed inside. Her body was trembling, her pulse leaping as she panted with fear.
He moved the finger slowly, pressing it in deep. “Relax,” he said, his voice husky. “It only hurts if you tense up. Might as well take what’s coming to you because I’m gonna give it to you good.” A moment later, the finger was replaced with the gooey head of his cock. Julianna tensed and tried to move forward, away from the invading phallus, but Jason held her in place, his fingers digging into her hips.
The head pressed past the ring of muscle at her entrance and Julianna yelped in pain, panic moving through her. “Relax,” he said again, his tone amused, which made what was happening all the more horrifying. “You’re only making it worse for yourself. I’m not going to stop. You’re gonna get fucked, so get used to the idea.”
As the fat cock pressed inside her, Julianna felt as if she was being split in two. She knew it would hurt less if she stopped tensing her muscles, but she was too panicked and frightened to relax.
He held her hips, moving slowly but inexorably into her. After a while, despite her fear, somehow her body managed to adjust somewhat. It didn’t hurt as much now that he was inside her. She could tolerate this. At least it would be over soon, she prayed.
“That’s it, baby,” he crooned. “I’m all the way in now.” He began to thrust inside her, groaning while she did her best to vacate the premises, at least in her mind. She thought about the sea, the setting sun adding a layer of liquid gold over the blue. As droplets of the man’s sweat fell over her back, she thought about Sandy, and freedom.
He grunted and rutted on top of her, pulling her toward him as he slammed into her, his balls flapping against her ass. Eventually he stiffened and, with a cry, jerked hard inside her and then fell heavily forward, crushing her flat as he collapsed on top of her.
She lay still beneath the deadweight, waiting for him to move, silently willing him to drop dead of a heart attack. No such luck. He rolled from her with a long satisfied sigh. She lay where she was, mentally taking stock of herself. She had survived the rape. It was better than a beating, or at least less painful. And the bed was soft and her tummy was full. She closed her eyes.
~*~
Julianna was pulled out of a light doze by Jason
’s voice. “Oh, okay. Send Jay and Vince then. I’m done with her.” She turned her head to see Jason standing by the window of his bedroom, dressed again in jeans, though he remained shirtless. He was holding a small walkie-talkie like they all carried, staring out the window at the darkening sky. She realized he was calling for the guards to remove her back to her cell. Then she took in the full import of what he had just said. Jorge and Pete must be occupied elsewhere. Jay and Vince were coming. This was her chance to help Alma.
Jason slipped the walkie-talkie into his pocket and turned to look at her. “You’re a hot piece of ass, you know that? Seems almost a shame to sell you.”
Julianna didn’t know what to say to this, and so said nothing. Was he insinuating she would take Alma’s place, once Alma was sold? Had Alma once been as determined as she to escape? Had the years of enforced servitude and constant terror worn her down into compliance? Would the same thing happen to Julianna, to anyone?
She heard the sound of the ATV engine. Jason unclipped her cuffs and pulled her to her feet. He led her through the house, leaving the tattered dress and high heels behind. He took her to the front door of the house and opened it, pushing her out toward Jay and Vince, who stood waiting.
Vince did his usual, looking her up and down with his mouth hanging open, his face twisted into a leer. She ignored him, turning her head toward Jay as they walked her to the ATV. Knowing she might not get another chance, she whispered, “They’ve sold Alma. She’s leaving the island in two weeks.”
Jay jerked his head toward her, his startled expression making it clear he hadn’t known this, and also that he cared. A slow, dark flush moved over his neck and cheeks. “You could—” she started, but he stopped her with a look and a glance at Vince.
“What’re you blabbing about, number thirty-eight?” Vince said, as they settled her between them on the seat.
“Nothing, sir,” she said in what she hoped was a meek voice. How stupid she’d almost been, suggesting Jay should rescue Alma, right in front of Vince. Jay had said nothing, yet something in his face told her he understood what she’d been about to say. Hope began to surge, even while she realized she had no real basis for it. Maybe he would rescue Alma. And maybe, just maybe, they’d come back for her as well.
Her heart sank as she really weighed this possibility, realizing it was slim to none. If Jay did steal the boat and get Alma out of there, he would be a wanted man. No way would he risk himself for Julianna, who was nothing to him. She felt the tingle behind her eyes that signified tears and blinked them away.
Focus on what you can control, she told herself. Never give up.
They led her into the slave quarters, past two cells occupied by girls chained to their cots. Lights were out already, but the men carried flashlights. Vince unlocked the barred door and stood back while Jay, his hand on Julianna’s upper arm, escorted her into the cell.
She lay down docilely upon the cot, glad just to be left alone at last. She was relieved she’d been returned to the quarters instead of the solitary confinement hut. As Jay bent down to attach the chain to her collar, he murmured, “Thank you.”
He was long gone when she finally recovered enough from the shock to whisper, “You’re welcome.”
Chapter 12
Julianna stood beside the girl she’d dubbed Veronica. The Texan sat before them, sprawled out on a large sofa in the room to which Julianna had first been brought for inspection and the photo shoot. Veronica and she were both dressed in black satin bustiers, their breasts pushed up high, the cleavage deep, demi-cups revealing their nipples. The stays of the bustier dug hard into Julianna’s sides and cinched her waist so tightly she could barely breathe. Both women were wearing sheer, black thigh-high stockings with lace tops, their feet shod in black stiletto heels. Jason stood just behind them, his hand on the back of each girl’s neck.
Alma had dressed them both while Jason stood by, making comments and leering. Julianna had been aching to ask Alma if she’d been able to connect with Jay, but Jason hadn’t left them alone for a moment, giving them no chance to exchange even a whisper.
“You okay?” Julianna had managed to mouth to Alma in the mirror when Jason wasn’t looking. Alma hadn’t replied, except by a duck of her head, her eyes filling with tears. Julianna’s heart ached for her, though she realized that tonight, she too was being offered up for sale. The thought was almost too surreal to comprehend.
“You two girls are gonna be competing tonight,” Jason had informed them, as Alma applied makeup and did their hair. “Blake couldn’t decide which of you he preferred, so we’ll be putting you through your paces, and may the best girl win.”
Blake was the Texas millionaire Jason had referenced before, the one who was buying a slave girl for his wife. The girls had been told Blake’s wife was also dominant, and they were looking to add a new slave girl to the stable.
As if in costume himself, the man was wearing a large cowboy hat and black cowboy boots, the pointed toes capped with silver. He was tall and lanky with a big nose and prominent Adam’s apple, which kept bobbing as he stared at the two women forced to stand in front of him. He was holding a glass of amber colored liquor over ice. He sipped at it as he raked their bodies with a hungry stare. Julianna hated him on sight, but then, she would have hated anyone who sat there.
“Hooo-wee!” he exclaimed. “These are some top notch fillies. Turn around, slow like. Let me see those sweet little butts.”
Veronica and Julianna turned slowly. Julianna felt her face burning. No matter how many times she was put on display and paraded like a piece of meat, she couldn’t seem to shake the humiliation and embarrassment. She felt the man’s finger on her ass, touching the spot where Stephen had marked her. She jerked reflexively away from his touch. “Shit, what the hell, Jason?” the Texan demanded.
Jason shrugged. “Her own fault. Don’t worry, it’ll heal nice. She learned her lesson, so it won’t happen again, will it, thirty-eight?”
“No, sir,” Julianna forced herself to reply.
“How ‘bout their cunts? Nice and tight?” the Texan asked.
“Like virgins,” Jason affirmed. “You know I’d only offer you the best, Blake.”
Blake rubbed his hands together. “I can’t wait to see how they handle the fucking machine. I’ve seen it on the porn sites, but the real thing has to be so much hotter.”
“I have it all set up for you, Blake. We’ll record the whole thing too. It’ll make a nice little demo film.” He chuckled. “I’m looking forward to the demonstration myself.” Julianna couldn’t quite imagine what a fucking machine was, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like it.
“You!” The Texan pointed suddenly to Julianna. “Come here and sit on my lap, sugar. I want to check you out.”
“Do as you’re told.” Jason gave Julianna a shove and she stumbled forward, nearly falling over the seated man. He reached out, grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap. Wrapping a strong arm around her, he pulled her back against his chest. He smelled of expensive cologne, too much of it. Julianna gasped as the man pushed her thighs apart and roughly fingered her pussy.
Though her head was bowed, Veronica was watching through her thick, dark lashes, a small, superior smile on her face. It’ll be your turn next, Julianna thought, remembering the look of cold triumph on Veronica’s face after she’d beaten Ashley.
“Yeah, nice and tight,” the Texan crooned, while he tweaked one of her exposed nipples with his other hand. He fondled her for a few moments and then abruptly pushed her from his lap to the floor.
“Kneel on your hands and knees. Any slave we own needs to get used to being used as furniture. The wife says it’s good training in humility. Me, I just like a place to rest my feet.” He laughed and leaned over, pulling her roughly into position. Sitting back, he put his heavy booted feet on her back. Julianna stayed in position, preferring this degrading pose to being manhandled.
He reached for Veronica next, pulling her down o
nto his lap, adding more weight to Julianna’s back. Veronica giggled and cooed as he touched her. “Responsive lil’ thing, ain’t she?” Blake said with evident appreciation. Did Veronica actually want to be sold to this man?
“She’s one of our best,” Jason affirmed. “Better trained than the slave you’re using as a footrest. That little redhead still has too much spit and vinegar, but nothing you and Melanie couldn’t handle.”
Blake chuckled. “Melanie likes ‘em feisty. She’s actually talked about getting an assistant, a kind of head slave girl. Someone who can dish it out as well as take it, if you follow me.” He did something that made Veronica giggle again. “I like ‘em wet and ready, like this delectable little morsel here.”
His boots were hard and heavy against Julianna’s back as he held the other girl on his lap. Julianna closed her eyes, attempting to drift away, but couldn’t quite manage it. She gasped and jerked at the sudden, sharp pain of something poking sharply into her side. She realized it was Veronica’s stiletto heel. Had she done it on purpose?
“Dang, this little slave girl has me stiffer than a honeymoon hard-on.” The Texan’s accent was so thick, Julianna found herself wondering if he was laying it on like that on purpose. “Let’s get this show on the road so I can see how these two handle a little pressure.” The heavy boots were removed from Julianna’s back and Jason pulled her to her feet using the O-ring at the back of her collar as a handle.
Jason led them through a small door behind the bar that Julianna hadn’t noticed on her other forced visits to the building. This room contained a large X-shaped cross with cuffs dangling from the four points of the X and a strange looking silver contraption that looked kind of like a stationary bicycle. It had a large steel wheel with a piston attached to it. At the end of the piston was a long, thick phallus made of a gel-like clear rubber. A thick leather sling hung from long chains nearby, and two additional chains hung from the ceiling in front of the sling, with leather cuffs already attached.
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