Jack knelt before me and our eyes met. “So, you’re kneeling. Next, you call me Master.”
I closed my eyes tight and shook my head. “No.” I scarcely heard the word myself, but Jack did.
“If you won’t speak the words I tell you, then your mouth should be put to other uses.” His hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, and for a moment my mouth dropped open. It was enough time for the ring gag to be shoved in. I tried to push it out with my tongue, but Jack secured it behind my head, and it was lodged tight. I shook my head, begging unintelligibly. My breast was still confined in the vise, so I couldn’t twist away.
I heard his zipper come down and opened my eyes to watch him pull out his engorged cock. I’d never seen it so thick and veiny, drops already forming at the tip. In a previous life, I’d loved to swipe those drops off the end, relishing the groans my tongue pulled out of him. But not much more ever happened after that, because my gag reflex had always been so strong that almost anything in my mouth made me choke. Jack had always been tender and understanding, praising me for trying.
I knew he wasn’t going to be understanding this time. I knew he was going to make me choke.
I started crying before he slipped his dick through the ring in my mouth. He went straight for the back of my throat, hitting it, but pulling back fast enough that I just coughed hard. He let me have one breath before pushing all the way in to his balls. He held my head there with his hands while I tried and failed to dislodge him. The only reason my stomach didn’t come up was that he was corking the passage. I was swallowing frantically, trying to keep it down, and he groaned over and over with each contraction of my throat muscles.
And then he pulled out, and the contents of my stomach roared up my esophagus, right behind his retreating member. I vomited all over the pad. Exclamations of disgust rang out from around me, but I couldn’t have cared less. I slumped over the vise, my back unable to hold me up any more. Tears slid down my cheeks, mixing with the saliva dribbling from my open mouth.
“Goddammit, Jacob.” I heard a male voice off to my right. “Stop it.”
“Don’t you ever tell me what I can and can’t do. This is what happens when I get double-crossed. You have two daughters in college, right? I suggest you shut the fuck up and pay attention.”
Jack folded the dirty part of the pad over on itself and knelt before me. He removed the ring gag. “Call me Master, and I’ll let your breast go.”
There was no point to resisting. “Master.” The word came out as a whisper, and I wasn’t sure he heard it. But a pleased expression flew across his face—and then was gone.
The vise loosened. My breast fell out and pain flared up as blood rushed back into it. I tried to sit up, but lost my balance and tipped over to the floor, where I stayed. It was easier that way. I looked down at my chest to assess the damage. The areola was completely flattened and rapidly turning a splotchy purple. It hurt, oh, god, it hurt. I closed my eyes in exhaustion and pain.
Chapter 4
They left me alone for a while. Jack stood close, his foot on the leash up by my collar, pinning my head to the floor. I heard J.S. talking in a low, flat, don’t-fuck-with-me tone, and I heard the deferential tones of the others replying. I heard the words ‘shipment’ and ‘delivery’ and a protest from the DA, followed by a silence that was scarier than words. I forced my eyes open to look at her. Her lips were pressed together as she stared in J.S.’s direction. Then her eyes flicked down to meet mine. I’m sorry, she mouthed, and dropped her eyes the rest of the way to the floor.
She was not going to be my savior.
I could feel my heart pulsing in my breast. I wondered how bad the damage was. J.S. had said he wanted me to look in the mirror for the rest of my life to see the damage. I just hoped I’d have a longer life than seemed likely right now.
“Livvi.”
I opened my eyes to look all the way up to Jack.
“Those were lessons one and two. Care to guess what lessons three and four are?”
I didn’t have to guess. I knew. I had two more untouched holes. But I shook my head anyway.
“Get up. Turn around and bend over again so that our guests can view the site of your next lessons.”
I whimpered, but I didn’t want a repeat of what had already happened. I awkwardly got to my knees and shuffled around to face away, so I could display my cunt and ass to the leading citizens of our town. I bent over.
“She’s lovely, isn’t she, Ben?” J.S. had moved close to me again. He was addressing the mayor, who mumbled something I couldn’t hear. “Don’t worry; I always share with my friends. Perhaps you’d like to come over and run your fingers over this soft, smooth, skin?”
I jerked as his cold fingers stroked the skin between my ass cheeks.
I heard the mayor say no, clearly this time. Then J.S. addressed the CEO of the hospital, inviting him to do the same thing.
“That’s enough!” Jack was angry. I’d heard this tone a few times before and knew to stay out of his way. “She’s mine, goddammit, and I’ll decide who she gets pimped out to.” He picked up the chain and yanked. With my hands still bound behind my back, I couldn’t get the balance to get my feet underneath me. Jack grabbed an arm and tugged me up, and I followed him out of the office.
We climbed the stairs in silence, Jack leading with the chain, and me following. Once back in the room, he attached the chain to a longer one fastened to the end of the bed. And he finally let my arms go. They dropped to my sides, my shoulders burning, my hands numb and useless for the moment.
He turned to go, but stopped with his hand on the doorknob. “Don’t get the idea that I went easy on you because I felt sorry for you. I just don’t like having someone else offer my property to others. Understand?”
I don’t understand any of this. “Yes, sir.”
He started to turn the knob. Suddenly, being alone seemed worse than having him here. “Jack! Master! Please don’t leave me!” Why I wanted him to stay, I couldn’t fathom. He’d hit me, humiliated me, and maybe disfigured me. I should hate him. Despise him. Scream at him. But I had loved him for long enough that I couldn’t just turn the feelings off, as irrational as that sounded.
And I was more afraid of what might happen if he wasn’t here, than if he was.
“Someone will be in to help you bathe soon. You will not speak to her. When she’s done, you’ll kneel on the floor facing the door, with your hands clasped behind your back and your head bowed. You’ll remain like that until I come back. If you can show me these simple obediences, I’ll let you have something to eat.” He paused. “And I will not be sharing you with any man. Is that clear?”
“Um, yes, sir.”
He walked out, and the door shut with a solid thud.
I let my legs carry me down to the floor. I finally could look closely at my breast. It was still flat in the area that had been compressed, and the whole area was a mottled red. Even cradling it hurt. The area right above that was swollen. My breasts had always been something I liked about myself, and something Jack had always said he loved. To have him cruelly abuse one felt like one more betrayal.
My throat burned from vomiting. That was a humiliation I’d never forget, or forgive. If I get out of here.
Was everything he’d told me, about us, a lie? Every endearment, every caress, every whispered word of love—it was all false? How did someone spend so long pretending to love someone he obviously hated? Day in and day out. Washing the dishes. Laughing at some silly joke. Cuddled up together by the TV, watching a bad sci-fi movie and dissecting all the ridiculous plot points while we ate popcorn and argued about how much butter and salt to add to it.
No more popcorn arguments. That reality slammed into me. I pulled my knees up to my chin, wrapped my arms around them, and let my head fall. And I cried hard for the loss of innocence, the loss of love, and the loss of hope.
I dozed off, but when the door creaked, I woke with fear slamming into my throat. The sun h
ad moved across the floor at least several inches. To my relief, a woman walked in. She was tiny, and her waist was small enough to wrap my hands around. Her breasts seemed to want to leap out of the plunging neckline of the bright pink dress she wore, and I realized I was seeing the effects of a tightly-pulled corset. Her hair was blonde, the kind that came from a bottle, because her dark roots were showing. Her face seemed young underneath the heavy makeup she wore, and her eyes had an emptiness in them that made me shiver. Around her neck was a shiny metal collar, smaller than the one I sported, but substantial nonetheless.
“I’m Alexa. I’m here to get you cleaned up.” Her eyes darted around the room, and now the emptiness in her eyes had been replaced by visible fear. She didn’t want to be in here.
Well, we had that in common.
She tossed something in her hands onto the bed, and then moved to a door in the wall that I had assumed was a closet. It was a bathroom. I stood stiffly and walked over, dragging the long chain behind me. The sound of the chain dragging across the tiles made me wince.
She pointed to the shower. “Get in. There’s soap and shampoo in there.”
“Can’t I take this fucking collar off even to shower?”
She gave me a pained look I didn’t understand. “He told you not to talk to me.”
“I’ll talk to whoever I fucking want to talk to. So, are you going to take this collar off me?”
“Why would I do that? You’d try to run away.”
“That sounds like a great idea. Come with me. You hate this place, too.”
She dropped her eyes to the floor. “He’d beat us both until we wished we were dead. Besides, there’s nowhere to go.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper, and a chill brushed across me.
Then she looked up. “I’m already going to get beaten for letting you talk to me. Please just get in the shower. Keep your breast away from the hot water. It’ll only make the swelling worse.”
I huffed with frustration as I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. At least it was hot. The soap and shampoo were decent and there was even conditioner, but it was strange to do this activity while wearing a heavy collar with a chain attached.
She didn’t have to warn me about keeping my breast out of the water. The stream was like needles when it hit the skin. The pain had dulled to something less than unbearable, though it had not quite reached bearable yet, and the heat of the shower seemed to make it ache more.
She helped me dry off, especially between the collar and my neck, which was pretty tight. She was silent, and so was I. I was full of questions, but she’d said she was going to get beaten because I talked, which seemed grossly unfair. Maybe she was exaggerating, but I kept my mouth shut. When I was dry, she produced an ice pack, and placed it over my breast, and wrapped a long bandage around my chest to hold it in place. I smiled at her in thanks, but she didn’t look at me.
Then she handed me a comb and I went to work untangling my long, curly brown hair. It went down past my bra strap and Jack loved to play with it. I’d ooh and ahh as he rubbed his hands over my scalp, and then he’d take the length of it in one hand and pull back gently so that my neck was bared to him. He’d whisper in my ears all the dirty things he was going to do to me, and I’d get wet in an instant, and then we’d inevitably end up in bed where we’d fuck like rabbits.
I tried not to cry again as I remembered the past. If I ever got out of this, I was pretty sure I’d cut my hair off to get rid of those memories. I jerked the comb through the strands, yelping as I ran into a tangle. And then, without thinking, I threw the comb with as much force as I could across the bathroom. It hit the wall and skittered across the floor. Alexa walked over to it without comment, and when she returned, she took up the combing with surprising gentleness. I just sat and let her do it, my eyes pressed shut to contain the tears, which didn’t work at all.
I kept them shut all the way through having my hair blow-dried. I felt her picking my hair up in sections and felt the tugs and twists, and eventually, I had another braid hanging down my back. Then she unwrapped the ice from my breast.
“Almost done. Back to the other room.” She picked up my chain to keep it out of my way as I walked, like some bizarre lady-in-waiting. As we passed the bed, she retrieved the item she’d tossed there.
“Let me have your wrist.” She was holding a leather cuff.
“No, please, Alexa, don’t make me put those on!”
Alexa closed her eyes. “Please don’t make it worse for me,” she whispered.
I wavered. Why did I care what happened to her? Was she even telling me the truth? Maybe she was setting me up. Fuck. Who was I kidding? Either I let her put them on me, or someone would put them on me later, likely with a lot more force. I held out my left arm and she wrapped leather around it and snapped a small lock shut. I held out my right and she did the same. They were thick and sturdy, with D-rings firmly embedded in the leather.
As she finished adjusting the second one, she leaned close to me and whispered, “Sometimes you can hear things through the register.” She dropped my hand and stood back. “Now, go kneel by the door to wait for him.”
I stared at her for a moment, realizing I had an ally after all. I padded over the thick soft carpet to a spot between the bed and the door and knelt with a sense of unreality. Alexa came up behind me, and before I realized what she was doing, had pulled my wrists behind my back and snapped the cuffs together.
“No!” I twisted around, pulling frantically. Having my arms fastened like this scared me. I was too vulnerable. I tried to slip my wrists under my butt to bring them to the front but I couldn’t manage it.
“Stop it!” Alexa yelled. And then she slapped my face, hard.
I was stunned into silence. I looked up into her scared eyes. “Why?”
She understood what I was asking. “I have no choice. Just like you. So, I try to do everything I can to keep him happy. I suggest you try to do the same. You’ll live longer.” She stood up, turned her back to me, and walked out. I heard the lock click.
In the silence that followed, I heard my stomach growl, and I was suddenly aware that I hadn’t eaten since last night, and that had been a few desultory bites of a sandwich left over after the other mourners had finally and mercifully left us alone in the house. Had it really been less than twenty-four hours since I’d laid my father to rest next to my mother?
“Daddy…” I whispered, my soul suddenly longing to join him in his grave.
Chapter 5
The door opened after a while and Jack walked in. I suddenly remembered I was supposed to be on my knees and I struggled to get there from my position lying on the floor. I needn’t have bothered. He grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet.
“Two simple rules! You couldn’t even obey two rules!” He dragged me out of the room and down the hall in the opposite direction of the stairs. Sounds of sobbing and pleas for mercy echoed through the hall, and as we drew near an elegant set of double doors, it was clear the sounds were coming from behind those doors. I didn’t want to go in there, but I had little choice, and as he threw the door open, the sight that greeted me made my knees give way.
Alexa was stripped naked. Her arms were pulled tight over her head, and her feet were almost off the ground. Her head hung forward, but as I entered, she looked up at me with eyes even more empty and devoid of hope than earlier. Thin red lines circled her entire body, racing across her breasts, her belly, and her thighs. If I had had anything left in my stomach, I would have vomited again.
“Livvi, what two orders did I give you when I left?” Jack stood behind me. His voice was low and clipped.
I was staring at Alexa, and my mouth wouldn’t open. He gathered up my hair in one hand and pulled it tight. It didn’t hurt much, but I recognized the warning for what it was.
“Not to speak to Alexa and to be on my knees when you returned,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.” I wasn’t sure if I was apologizing to Jack, or to Alexa.
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p; “How many words did you speak to her?” J.S. demanded of me.
I searched my memory, but shook my head. “I don’t know.”
“Let’s see if Alexa remembers. Alexa, how many words did Livvi speak to you?”
She lifted her head again to look at me. “Fifty-five.”
I could barely make out what she said, but the implication hit me. “You whipped her fifty-five times because I spoke to her?” When no one contradicted my statement, I lost it.
“You bastards!” I threw myself forward, out of Jack’s loosened grasp. I was still on my knees with my hands behind my back, so I didn’t go far, but I thrashed around on the floor as hands tried to grab me. I bit someone and heard a curse. I was a madwoman. Finally, hands gripped my shoulders and flipped me onto my back. Jack straddled me, his weight making it impossible to draw a breath, but it didn’t matter because one hand covered my mouth and nose, blocking all passage of air, while the other compressed my neck. I struggled, first in anger, and then in panic. He was going to kill me. The panic grew into pure terror even as my struggles grew more feeble, and my vision narrowed into a tiny pinprick, and Jack disappeared.
I dreamed again. I was on the bed, floating in some ethereal in-between world with clouds of pink underneath me. Jack was beside me, silent. He touched my face, drawing his finger from my cheek down to my chin and then across my neck before leaning down to kiss me. He touched my lips with his, and finding no resistance, touched again. This time, I returned the kiss, as tenderly as if I were touching the cheek of a baby. He kissed my cheeks and my chin, then trailed kisses down my chest. He paused over my swollen breast, taking the nipple into his mouth and giving the gentlest of sucks. The pleasure cut through the pain like Fourth of July fireworks. I arched and cried out, but he let go and continued his trail of kisses down my stomach until he reached my mound. Once more, like the last dream, his strong hands pushed my willing legs wide apart. He leaned over to breathe on my clit, the warm air tickling and making me squirm in his grip. He warned me to be still. Then he bent all the way down and took my clit between his lips. The pleasure shot through me and once more I arched up, but he responded by biting the sensitive button. The pleasure turned to pain and I yelped. I let my hips fall back to the bed, the message clear. His teeth relaxed their grip, and the biting turned back to sucking. I felt his tongue stroke my nub, and it almost broke me apart. He stroked again and again, and the whirlpool inside me rose, spinning until the waves crashed over me…
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