by Winter Fox
Words wouldn’t come for me. It would be a while before I could find enough breath to speak, I thought.
I might be dead by then. He might have killed me.
Leaning down until his nose touched the tip of my own, Erebus’s cruel eyes captured my own.
“I should kill you for that, whore. I should tear you to fucking pieces,” he hissed.
I blinked once. My eyes were the only part of my body which I still had control of.
He took my blink as an acknowledgement that I had heard him, and leaned further forward, until his mouth was pressed against my ear. His voice sent a spiral of cold fear down my spine.
“But there are far worse things than death, Cara. Far worse things.”
Then he had pressed something over my mouth, and I knew no more.
The next morning when Erebus came back to the room, I had barely slept—and I was groggy as hell from whatever he’d put me out with. But I had at least managed to get the panic attacks under control. He walked into the room with a curled lip, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed, which I was nestled upon in the fetal position.
“I have to say, you look a lot worse than I do, slave.”
I didn’t reply; only lifting my head slightly from the bedsheets to fire him a mildly disinterested look.
His hands darted forward, grabbing my ankles and dragging me down the bed on my stomach. I vaguely thought that I should kick out, and try to stop him. But I didn’t have the energy to feel the pain that I had felt the night before all over again. He stopped pulling, when my feet touched the floor, and I was bent over the end of the mattress.
Without warning, he pushed the robe up—exposing my naked lower half—then in one, single unforgiving thrust, he was inside me. He leaned over my body, pressing his chest against my trembling back.
Using one hand on the back of my neck, he pushed my face down into the soft bedding. Touching his lips to my ear he pulled himself slowly out of me, and spoke.
“This.”
Thrust.
“You’d better.”
Thrust.
“Get used.”
Thrust.
“To this.”
At the end of this sentence, he pushed himself deep inside me, but didn’t pull back this time. It was a game of dominance, of ownership. He was letting me know that my body was his to invade for as long as he wanted. I was his now.
“Your little rebellion is over, slave. You belong to me now. And, I will do whatever I want with you.”
As he spoke, he slipped out of my aching pussy. Choosing instead to force himself inside the tight pucker of my ass. With no lubrication to help him on his brutal way, it hurt like hell. I buried my face into the bed, and screamed in anguish.
He didn’t take it slowly this time. As soon as he was buried inside me, he pulled himself back until only the very tip of his cock was within me. Then with a brutal jerk he pushed back inside. Erebus repeated this movement, over and over again, until with a dark growl, he let himself come inside me.
Panting, he dropped his head down, until his mouth was once again beside my ear. I could feel his cock twitching, as it expelled the remnants of his orgasm inside me while he spoke.
“I don’t think you enjoyed that as much as the first time I fucked your ass, did you slave?”
I couldn’t answer. The pain was so great that it took every ounce of strength I had to focus on drawing breath into my body. A single tear tickled its way down my cheek, chasing its way to the sweat soaked sheets.
Erebus’s tongue darted out to capture my tear, pulling it into his mouth. It was another display of dominance.
Even your sorrow belongs to me.
“Become used to this, Cara. This is your life now. One day you might even be grateful to me for teaching you about what comes next.”
I snorted in disagreement, and he laughed softly.
“You think Adonis was nice to you? That he treated you well? But he wasn’t preparing you for the reality of your position, slave. How much of a shock would this have been, after months of his kindness?”
Perhaps he was right, I conceded in my mind. Perhaps this was what I needed. Better to face the truth now, and accept it. I wasn’t escaping this place, or Erebus. I closed my eyes, defeatedly.
As though he sensed the shift of my emotions, Erebus slowly pulled out of me. Then without another word, he stood up and left me lying on the bed.
Broken.
Defeated.
Owned.
Chapter Twenty-Four
The next five days passed in much the same way as the first day had. He came to me, he hurt me, and broke me a little bit more.
I wasn’t permitted to leave the room, and I was provided with a bucket for my toilet. Although this room was prettier than the one which I had woken up in at the very beginning of my kidnapping, it was far, far darker.
I hadn’t showered in a week, and I smelled disgusting. But that hadn’t put Erebus off. He only wanted to dominate, hurt, and punish me. How I looked, or smelled was no concern of his.
On the evening of day seven, things changed. Erebus walked past my lifeless form on the bed without touching me. He used a small key to unlock the chain from the wall, and he started walking toward the door. When I failed to move, and the chain pulled taut against my collar, he yanked hard.
Sluggishly, I crawled off of the bed, and I followed him into a large bathroom which housed a double shower cubicle. Using his hand at the base of my spine he pushed me toward the shower.
“Clean yourself,” he said, coldly.
I gratefully stepped beneath the powerful jets of hot water, using some of the assorted gels, and shampoos which stood on the shelves inside the cubicle to wash my battered and bruised body.
I watched a weeks-worth of grime swishing down the drain, and I felt like a new person when I stepped out into the steam-filled bathroom.
Erebus handed me a thick white towel; before pointing towards a mirror on the wall. Beneath the mirror—on a shelf—was a selection of different make-up products.
“Make yourself beautiful.”
I hesitated briefly, and he raised one brow questioningly.
“Yes, master,” I murmured quickly as I went to the mirror, and picked up one of the waiting products.
Once I had painted my face, and blown my long hair into bouncing curls, I looked at the finished article in the mirror. I wasn’t sure I was beautiful, but I looked much better than I had in a long while
Taking back a hold of the chain which was attached to my leash, Erebus approached me. He stood behind me, and admired me in the mirror.
“Stunning.”
He reached up to insert a small key into the catch of the silver collar. When it clicked open, I almost cried in relief. After a week of constant wear, it was heavenly to have its weight lifted from my neck.
“If you try anything, slave.” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to.
“Turn around.”
I turned, and saw a series of thin gold chains hanging from his right hand. He noticed my attention, and he held the item up for me to get a better look.
“Your outfit for tonight,” he said, as he caught hold of the towel—pulling it free of my body.
The first part of the outfit was a golden collar, about as wide as my index finger—much thinner than my previous one had been—which fixed around my throat. Several strands of gold hung down from this collar, and two of them had clamps on the end.
Erebus clipped the first clamp to my right nipple, and it bit into the flesh hard enough to draw a low gasp from between my lips. He smiled as he fixed the other clamp to my left nipple.
“So, you are still awake in there.”
The gold chains for the nipple clamps looped below my breasts, and between them several more strands ran vertically down my stomach. Erebus turned me around by placing his hands on my shoulders, then he reached between my legs to pull the vertical strands through. The gold threads settled at eit
her side of my opening, leaving me exposed.
“Bend over. Put your hands on the floor.”
I did as I was told, my face burning in shame as I spread myself open for him. I watched from beneath my ass, as he fixed the strands to a sparkling gold plug; before pressing it into my ass. He paid no attention to the pained sound which escaped my lips as he forced the plug past its widest point.
When it settled was inside me, he permitted me to stand up straight. I was a now a living, breathing part of my own outfit. Clamped and plugged to it. Erebus placed a pair of golden heels in front of me, and I obediently stepped into them.
He marched me to the mirror, and I looked at myself. I looked just about as sexually tempting as possible, I thought.
“Fucking delicious,” he growled into my ear.
I didn’t say anything.
“You’re going to help me to entertain some guests tonight, slave. If you disappoint me…well you know there’ll be consequences, right?”
I shuddered at the mention of guests. More men like him?
“Tell me you’ll be good,” he demanded. Reaching around to cruelly grab my chin, and meeting my eyes in the mirror with his own dark blue orbs.
“I’ll be good, master,” I managed.
Erebus led me to an elaborately decorated, high-ceilinged room, in which stood a long polished, wooden table at its center. There were eight other men seated at the table, and my instincts told me that they were all incubi. The way their eyes devoured my body as I walked past them made me tremble.
It seemed as though they had just finished dinner, the table was scattered with crumbs and half empty wine glasses. But Erebus led me past the table to a raised plinth which was set up at the head of the table.
“Stand in the center, slave. We want to look at you while we contemplate dessert,” Erebus’s voice held a mocking tone.
“You told us she was dessert, Erebus.” A tall man, who looked to be about twenty-five stood up and started toward the plinth.
My face grew hot with a blush of shame. I should have been used to this by now, but I wasn’t. I certainly wasn’t used to being ogled like a prize heifer by a gang of half-drunk demons.
Erebus settled himself down into one of the plush chairs which surrounded the table. He gestured toward me with a grand wave of his arm.
“She’s all yours. A little advance taste before she’s sent on to her permanent residence.”
A handsome man in a suit, joined the tall man, and they both advanced on the plinth together. I took a tiny step backward; the urge to run was so strong. But where could I go? And I suspected that these men liked the thrill of the chase. They would hunt me down like prey.
“She’s taken two at a time before. Adonis and me gave her a night to remember. Didn’t we, slave?”
I said nothing. Keeping my eyes on the approaching men, who both had one foot each on the plinth now.
“I’m surprised she survived a night with you two. You must be a good fuck, slave,” the tall man said laughingly.
They were standing right in front of me now. It was too late for me to run anywhere.
Why had I just stood here and waited?
The handsome man put both hands on my shoulders, pushing down until my knees buckled, and I sank to the floor.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
I knelt in terror, my mouth clamped firmly closed.
The man reached down to yank on the chains which connected to the clamps on my nipples, eliciting a shriek of pain from me.
I opened my mouth, and within a second it was invaded by his cock.
“Fuck. What a mouth,” he moaned.
While I had been distracted, the other man had knelt behind me. Now he reached underneath my stomach to reposition me, so that I was on all fours in front of him.
The handsome man continued pulling back, and thrusting into my mouth. His hands had settled on the back of my head, forcing my nose to touch his belly with each movement.
Suddenly, the tall man joined him. He pushed his length into me in one quick, smooth movement. I now found myself trapped between the back and forth of my mouth being filled, then the aching opening between my legs.
My eyes suddenly found Erebus. He was reclining in his chair, with his feet resting on the table; a glass of red wine in his hand. He caught my eye, and lifted the wine glass in a toast toward me.
“To my latest acquisition,” he said aloud.
And in that moment, I realized that these men were paying him an obscene amount of money to be here. To be doing these things to me. Every single second of this, was making him an extra dollar.
The tall man and the handsome man suddenly seemed to decide to swap places, and as the tall man pushed himself past my lips, I could taste the tang of my own flavor on his shaft. The handsome man was seriously well endowed, and as he forced himself into my already abused pussy I cried out around the other man’s cock.
“Get the fuck away from her. Now.”
The voice was a voice that I had grown to hate. It was a commanding voice. One which brooked no argument. You did what this voice told you to, or you were punished. But his punishments didn’t even come close to the horror of what was happening to me in that room. What had happened to me since I left him.
At that exact moment in time, the voice was a voice which I loved with all of my heart.
Erebus leaped to his feet. “Adonis, what the fuck?”
The two men on the plinth both pulled out of me, and stuffed themselves back in their pants, as they took halting steps away. They were obviously afraid of Adonis. I rocked back to sit on my heels, watching my rescuer intently. Praying that he wouldn’t change his mind, and leave me here as a punishment for running.
I’m sorry, I wanted to tell him.
The other men around the table rose to their feet as a single unit, and started to slowly stalk Adonis. I closed my eyes in terror, he couldn’t take on seven men. They’d kill him.
“Erebus, you and I will discuss this later. Right now, I’m taking eighty-eight back to where she belongs.” There was a click, and I opened my eyes to see Adonis pointing a pistol at Erebus.
“She’s mine now,” Erebus hissed.
Adonis ignored him; instead turning his eyes to me. “Can you walk to me?” He spoke so softly that I wasn’t sure I was even hearing Adonis’ voice.
“Eighty-eight?” He pressed me.
“Yes,” I whispered. And, I slowly stood up starting to shakily make my way down the steps of the plinth. When I was about halfway along the length of the table, Erebus spoke again.
“Your father knows I have her. He’ll kill you for taking her back. You don’t have the balls to train her, Adonis.”
Adonis’ lip twitched up in his almost smile, and I nearly dropped to the floor in terror at the sound of two loud shots echoing back from the walls of the room. There were two distinct thuds behind me, and when I turned to look, I saw that both of the men who had hurt me were lying in pools of their own blood on the plinth.
“Eighty-eight?” His voice was still so gentle.
I turned away from the dead men, and continued walking toward Adonis. I kept my eyes trained on his, trying to forget the horror behind me. As I neared him, he opened his arms to me. It was a gesture of safety. I knew he couldn’t promise to keep me safe forever. The opposite in fact. But it was all I had, and all that he could offer right now.
My legs gave way when I reached him, but I didn’t hit the floor. He swept his arms beneath me, and lifted me up against his broad chest. I buried my head against him and closed my eyes against the threatening flood of tears.
Erebus was howling now. “You’ve killed them. You’ll pay for this. You’ll both pay.”
I heard the rumble of Adonis voice inside his chest, as he spoke. “Who’s going to make me pay, Erebus? I’m leaving, and if any of you try to follow me the same thing will happen to you. I’ll discuss your breach of etiquette with my father, as soon as eighty-eight is safe.”
“Safe?” Erebus shrieked. “She’s a fucking slave. She’s not supposed to be safe.”
We were leaving now, walking out of the door. He was taking me home—no not home, his house would never be my home. But I would be safe, at least for a little while.
“If you come near my home again, Erebus. I will kill you, and fuck the consequences.” Adonis kicked the door closed behind him, cutting off the yells of chaos which erupted at our departure.
He jogged down the stairs, and out into the cool night air. We reached his car and he stood me gently on the floor while he opened the trunk to retrieve a blanket which he wrapped around my trembling shoulders.
Then he lifted me into the back of the car with him, and I curled up into a tiny, shivering ball on his lap.
“Take us home, Eric,” Adonis quietly asked the driver, before he pressed a button which pulled up a screen that separated us from the front of the car.
As the engine kicked into life—leaving behind the house and the monster inside it—Adonis wrapped his arms tightly around me. He held me against his chest for the entire journey, although neither of us spoke a word to each other.
What was there left to say?
Chapter Twenty-Five
When Adonis had laid me in my bed, I was only partially conscious. My body had been through so much that it was begging me to let it default into sleep. I vaguely felt him unclipping the clamps from my nipples, making me cry out as the blood rushed back to the pale, cold tips.
When he eased the plug from my ass I hissed in pain, and tried to stop him. But he held my hand away while he guided the metal object out of me.
“Shh, it’s all right. You’re safe now.” I thought I heard him say. But then I knew nothing else, because I was asleep.
When I awoke the room was filled with the brightness of morning light. I was still disorientated, and I sat up quickly with a cry; afraid that Erebus was going to come back and hurt me again.
Strong hands gently pressed me back against the bed, and Adonis’ beautiful face came into focus.
