by Kitty Thomas
He left and Lily sat up again, eyeing the glass warily. “What is it?”
I sniffed at the beverage. “I’m not sure. Probably something that grows in the area. Something mind-altering if I had to guess.”
She scooted away. “They’re drugging me?”
“Your mate is trying to relax you. He doesn’t want to traumatize you.”
“Are they going to hurt me?”
“I highly doubt it.”
“Are you going to stay with me while he . . .” she trailed off.
“Yes.”
For some reason that settled her. We were very different. It wouldn’t have settled me. I would have wanted the privacy, for whatever happened to happen without an audience. Lily took another long look at me, then gulped the drink down. “I don’t trust them, but I trust you,” she said.
Suddenly, jealousy was the furthest thing from my mind. I just wanted Lily to be okay. A few minutes later, she was flitting and dancing around the room like a drunk, giggling.
Sir and Master returned.
“Will she remember this, after?” I asked.
“Yes,” Sir said. “And I’ll need you to help her deal with it if she’s upset. I hope she won’t be. The drug just lowers inhibitions, increases arousal. We call it the primal nectar. It reduces one to their most natural state, free from fear.”
I hoped she’d be okay, too. When she came down from the primal state back into the over-thinking state, I hoped she’d let everything go and let herself fall backwards. Maybe that’s not the best way to go in life. There isn’t always someone to catch you. But there would be someone to catch Lily, if she could just make her brain cooperate the first few times. I knew Master would know how to play her body to make her respond to him. And with what was now swirling around in her system, it made the job that much easier.
Master caught Lily mid-twirl and led her to the bed. She was still giggling when he slipped his hand between her thighs, remarking on how wet and lovely she was. The compliment elicited a low moan from her, this sweet girl suddenly reduced to a wanton slut as she writhed in his arms, her sex franticly grinding against his hand. It was fascinating to watch.
Then he worked a phallus inside her that he’d coated with a thick, clear gel. He went through several sizes of sex toys, stretching her slowly so she’d be able to take him. Each time he went a size bigger, she begged for more, for it to be him.
Finally, it was his cock inside her. My eyes were riveted to him, watching as his body pistoned in and out of her. With whatever they’d given her to drink, she’d completely surrendered, giving herself up to him, her body open and loose and accepting. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. I suddenly wanted to be able to capture the image forever so I could pull it out and look at it later when no one was around to see me. I wondered if I looked like that, spread beneath him, so lost, an exquisite expression of pleasure and pain painted across my features.
Sir’s hands moved to my breasts, rubbing and tweaking as he watched his brother take his mate. I looked back at him and saw a strange sort of hunger in his eyes. I turned back to watch Master with Lily, and I could almost understand what Sir must have felt. Sharing your mate with someone else was to them like sharing food might be to humans. Something you did with those you loved because you loved them and wanted them to have good things, wanted them to enjoy the same things you enjoyed, to share the experience.
I suddenly wasn’t worried about my place in the household anymore. Watching Master touching Lily, fucking her, bringing her to orgasm, made me throb. It was pushing submissive buttons I hadn’t even realized I had, and strangely I felt like I belonged to him even more because he was using someone else and making me watch while he enjoyed a warm, wet hole that wasn’t mine.
Master turned toward me and smiled. It was as if we shared a secret. I couldn’t tell you what the secret was because there were no words that went with it. It was more of a feeling that passed between us. Sir’s fingers moved between my legs, probing inside me, causing me to buck against him, whimpering and begging him to push in deeper, harder.
“You like watching your mate fuck your friend, don’t you?” Something in Sir’s voice had gone wild, primal. He’d never been like this before, and this new edge excited me.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
“So do I.”
Lily came then, her sighs and moans so sweet I wanted to slip inside her skin just to know what she was feeling. And I equally wanted her to slip inside mine so she could get a taste of her mate’s touch.
I was on the edge of orgasm when Master said, “No, Annabelle. Don’t come.”
Sir released me and I lost my balance. I broke my fall with my hands, but just stayed there on the floor of the cave, hungry, panting, watching Master—Sir forgotten at my back.
Lily was draped across the bed, Master’s spendings dripping out of her and down her thigh.
“Annabelle.”
“Yes, Master.” I tore my eyes from Lily.
“Clean her up, little slut.” His voice was warm when he said it. It was his endearment for me that shouldn’t have been so endearing.
I could have played dumb. I could have gone to get a washcloth and basin of water, but I knew that wasn’t what he meant. I knew exactly how his filthy mind operated. I wasn’t sexually attracted to women, but this wasn’t about Lily. It was about Master, about licking his cum off another woman’s body for his amusement. The thought excited me so much, I wondered for a moment if they’d slipped me some of what Lily had been given. Or maybe I’d just drank her emotions as they’d flooded the room, surrounding me so that the only thing I could breathe was her arousal and excited energy.
I crawled slowly over, a little smirk on my face.
He just laughed and shook his head. “I knew I picked the right one.” It had become our little joke now, and with those words I knew he’d finally forgiven me for running away, that he knew I’d never do it again.
My tongue trailed languidly over Lily’s thigh, and I moaned at the taste of him mingled with her and the softness of her skin as she lay there trembling. When I was finished, I looked up at him, hoping he’d use me next because I was about to explode from waiting, and he seemed ready to go again.
He nodded his approval, but he wasn’t quite ready for my pleasure. “Make her come again. I want to watch her climax on your tongue.”
I was too far gone to care about my own orientation. I could see how hard Master was and how much he wanted to watch his mate pleasure another woman. Lily moaned again, her back arching, hips thrusting obscenely upward as I lapped at her pussy. Her clit was so swollen and engorged from all the stimulation she’d already had, that it was quick work to make her come again. I was pretty sure she wasn’t into women either, but her body still responded eagerly as I explored her.
Afterward, as she lay there, I threaded my fingers through hers and squeezed her hand. She squeezed back. Then Sir scooped her up and carried her off to his room to make use of her himself.
As soon as he’d left, Master was on me, his mouth on mine, his tongue tangling with mine as if fighting for a dominance he knew I’d never challenge. “I love the taste of her on your mouth,” he growled in my ear, and somehow I knew we’d be doing all that again in the future.
I whimpered, and everything in me became so fluid and responsive that I couldn’t seem to hold myself up under my own weight, so when he released my mouth, I went back to the ground, where I could steady myself more easily. And because all I could bring myself to do when I saw him was kneel.
“Make tears for me, Annabelle. I want to see them.”
I looked up at him, and the tears flowed down my face. It wasn’t hard to cry on command. I was overwhelmed with too much that I couldn’t name or describe. If I’d been asked to explain what I was feeling, I would have stared blankly, unable to even class it. But tears were all he asked for, and tears, I could do.
He picked me up and laid me out across his bed like an
offering, like a virgin to be sacrificed. I thought of the white dress tucked away in the drawer and Lily’s lying on the floor next to us, of how we were like a sacrifice to these creatures. I wondered why I didn’t feel like I’d lost anything. Didn’t sacrifice mean you lost something?
He leaned over me, his tongue flicking out in that threatening, predatory way, as if he were a snake sniffing his prey. He lapped up the tears and demanded more, which I gave him. He slid inside me then, so hard and engorged that I wasn’t sure if the burn was him tearing me or the normal burn from his body heat. Either way, I absorbed the pleasure-pain with a profane sort of gratitude, my hips arching up to meet his rough thrusts.
“She’s my toy, as you are Sir’s toy. But you are mine.” The word mine sent a bolt of desire straight to my pussy, sending me into an orgasm that had me shuddering helplessly against him.
I liked the idea of Lily being his toy. Of me being Sir’s toy, but of both of us having something deeper as well. Everyone knowing their place in the hierarchy. No one abandoned or discarded. A family unit.
“Master?”
“Yes, Annabelle?”
“Why didn’t you give me the drink Sir gave Lily? When you first brought me here, I mean.”
“I didn’t want to.” The answer was dark and wrapped around me like I’d fallen again in his shadow.
“Can I have it sometime . . . just to see what it’s like?”
He smiled. “Sometime, perhaps.”
***
That night I woke to a whisper from out in the hallway. “Belle.”
I looked up to see Lily motioning for me to join her. The herbs had worn off. She was wearing my slip because hers was still on Master’s floor along with her dress. Master was in a deep sleep, so I crawled out of the nest of blankets.
“You’re not supposed to be wearing that,” I whispered when I joined her in the hallway, knowing that the nudity rule was in effect for both of us. I immediately felt bad for saying it. She looked like she could break apart at any moment. “Did he hurt you?” I didn’t really think Sir would ever hurt her, which was why I felt I had to talk with Lily. If she fought him, I wasn’t sure he could bring himself to punish her, not like Master did me. Then he’d be so unhappy. And so would she. I wanted this crazy fucked-up thing to work with all of us.
“No, but . . .”
I knew what she was feeling, what she was struggling with.
“I can’t believe I . . . that I let them . . . both of them . . . and then you . . .” She worried her lower lip with her teeth, her eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears.
I could see her blush even in the semi-darkness. She looked away and then whispered, “We have to get away.”
Standing so close to Master’s door for this conversation was going to get my ass strapped if he woke up. I took her hand and led her to the kitchen where I made us both tea. My nudity didn’t faze me anymore, but Lily was trying not to look, as if she didn’t want to shame me and thought I needed the privacy. I didn’t, but the thought was so sweet I wanted to hug her.
“Lily, what do you really want?”
“What do you mean?” The look of almost-guilt on her face—as if she’d been caught doing something naughty—made the discussion a mere formality. She just needed someone to back her up and tell her she was okay, that it was really all right to just let go, to fall backward.
“Sir said that herb he gave you just lowers inhibitions. It brings out the primal self. That’s you . . . underneath the artifice.”
“No . . . that can’t be me.”
“Why not?”
“It’s dirty.”
“According to who? I don’t think you’re dirty. They don’t think you’re dirty. Let’s just be. Okay?”
She sipped the hot tea and seemed to be turning it over in her mind. It seemed an exciting and untamed idea, as if she hadn’t considered the option of just accepting the situation, that she had the choice to not fight. I could see how much she wanted to surrender and give in, but how a part of her still railed against it all.
“Do you think badly of me?” I asked her.
“Of course not! I mean, it’s not your fault they . . . You couldn’t help . . . ”
I rested my hand on hers. “Exactly. So let’s just be for awhile. Just flow with it. See what happens. We’ll take care of each other.”
“But if it gets bad . . .”
“We’ll run away,” I said.
She nodded, her face relaxing. Lily finished her tea and set it on the counter, then went back to Sir’s room, peeling the white sheath off on her way. I picked up the slip and folded it as I went back to Master’s room. Neither of us were going anywhere.
About the Author
Kitty Thomas writes dark literary erotica. Her stories explore the psychology of ownership. This work is fiction and meant for an adult audience. The author does not endorse or condone any of the behavior carried out by characters in her stories.
Inspiration for Kitty’s work comes from many sources including Story of O, Nine and a Half Weeks, and the work of Claudia D. Christian.
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