Consumed

by Leslie Sansom

  A man walked out from behind the curtain and blind folded the woman doing the eating. He grabbed her arms and tied them behind her back. She kept eating the other woman like nothing was happening to her. The woman on the bottom was arching her back and had her hands on the other woman’s head. The man then rammed his manhood, which I thought was a toy around his waist because no man could be that big, inside her. I wasn’t sure which hole of hers he had made it in, but she screamed.

  Another man joined them and grabbed the other woman’s hands and tied them over her head. He then straddled her face and shoved himself in her mouth. His length was impressive as well, but more believable. They fucked each other for a while. It was like a car accident. I wanted to look away but I couldn’t. I knew I would be in trouble if I did anyway. I wasn’t sure if I was turned on, scared to death or completely disgusted. Probably a little of all 3.

  The crowd was quiet until the man came in her mouth, then they cheered. They got louder when the other man pulled out and came on the other woman’s back. She stopped and leaned up and the man helped her to her feet and put her in a device that held her neck, arms and ankles in the doggie style position. Then it was like a serving assembling line. More men came out from behind the curtain and one took her mouth and the other took her ass. They both pumped in her for a while then they moved, and 2 other men took their places. When they moved out they went to the other woman who was tied to the chair. They took turns whipping her while she sucked and jerked them off. This went on for 10 men. Any thought I had of being turned on was gone. I told Nick I was going to be sick and he grabbed me by my arm and drug me out of the room. He held my hair back as I got sick then helped me freshen my makeup.

  “You didn’t like that did you?” I shook my head no. We were in the bathroom so I didn’t think it mattered. “So maybe you should want to be nice to me, Norah, or you might find yourself as the next star of the show.”

  He said good night to everyone and we went back to his house. I stood in his bedroom waiting for him while he was on his cell phone. I was sure when he came back he was going to make me another offer. I was mentally yelling at myself for considering doing whatever it was he asked of me.

  Liam would want you to survive by any means possible. Nick’s demands have not been that outrageous so far. He wants me to kiss him, let him touch me, he wants me to sleep in his bed. I can do those things without feeling extremely guilty. Liam will still love me if I just slept in the bed beside another man, right? I mean, he would rather me survive and do little things like kiss Nick, instead of not complying with him and getting gang rapped.

  Are you kidding yourself? Kissing him and sleeping in his bed is just the beginning. Then it will be making out and serving him food, then hand jobs and letting him tie me up. Soon I’ll be in front of the party taking it in the ass just to save mine.

  I was still milling it over in my mind when he came in behind me. He handed me a nightgown and robe and gestured for me to go to the bathroom.

  “Take a shower, get the makeup off your face and come back out here.”

  I walked out with wet hair and in the tiny little night gown he had provided me and saw a cot beside his bed. I looked at him and he was sitting on the edge of the bed in just boxer shorts. He stood up and walked to me.

  “Now this has to be a better option than the dirty floor, right?” I climbed in the bed on the floor and pulled the blanket up to my face.

  “Sleep tight, Norah.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Liam

  “I can’t call the police I’ve told you that! How in the hell would I explain things to them? Oh officer, can you help me find my girlfriend that was kidnapped and I bought at an auction and who has been kidnapped again? Somehow I don’t think they will be focused on her after that story.” I paced back and forth.

  “Well what are we supposed to do? You think your crazy friend has taken her, so how are we supposed to find her?” Tiffany was just as worried as I was.

  “I’ve hired a private detective and security team. I’ve been to his home here in London and they aren’t there. There was an indication that he might have taken her to Rome, so I am heading there tonight. I will call as soon as I know something.” I pushed end on the phone, grabbed my bag and headed to the airport.

  Tiffany had a point. If Norah had truly been kidnapped then I should call the police and report it. But I couldn’t. They would want to know why I thought Nick Meyers had her, and that would lead to questions about how I knew Nick, how I knew Norah. They would probably investigate Nick’s financial past and then mine. The transaction for 1.5 million dollars would be suspicious and who knows how many of those kinds of transactions Nick would have on his bank account. I was caught between a rock and hard place. I wanted to find Norah but I wanted to be with her when I found her, not in jail for human trafficking.

  But instead of stewing over it and feeling guilty about looking out for myself I set a date. I gave myself 1 month to find Norah myself. If I couldn’t find her in a month I would call the police. I knew Nick wasn’t going to kill her and hoped like hell he wouldn’t hurt her.

  He wanted her for himself and I knew that. He wanted what I had and he was never shy about it. Whenever we had women he always wanted the one that wanted me. If I acted interested in a woman at all, he tried his hardest to get her interested in him. I usually gave up in order not to start a fight. Nothing really mattered…until Norah.

  I searched his villa in Rome and found nothing. I went to a night club we had been to a few times together in the city, but no one had seen him in months. The only thing I found that might help me was an invitation to a party at ‘the metro’. But it didn’t list an address, date or time. There was a code at the bottom 06THIRD93ZERO. I didn’t know what it meant. But I knew someone that might.

  “It’s a date and time. June 3rd at 9:30.” Will handed it back to me.

  “Have you ever heard of the metro?” I asked.

  “No. But I can ask around and see if anyone in the scene has heard of it.” Will and Jane had joined a group of swingers that were also into the lifestyle in London. They went to private parties all the time. Maybe someone in the group would know about the metro.

  Norah

  “Bring me that book from the coffee table please would you, Norah?” I crawled to the coffee table grabbed the book and crawled to Nick who was sitting on the couch and handed it to him. He patted my head and I sat back on my knees.

  A pet. I had been reduced to his pet, but I wasn’t sleeping on a dirty floor anymore. He had managed to keep his distance but continued to make demeaning demands of me. I slept in a cot by his bed, I was only allowed to wear booty shorts and tank tops. The colors varied as did the shoes and hair styles. I wasn’t allowed to walk in the main room, only crawl on my hands and knees. I was only allowed to eat after he ate and my meals depended on my overall attitude. If I gave him any problem about anything, I ate nothing but oatmeal. But as long as I went along with what he wanted I ate whatever he ate. The day he tried to kiss my forehead and I jerked my head away, I didn’t get any food. And when I went to bed that night, I had lost my cot and blanket. That was 2 days ago. I knew he would try again soon and again I would have to make a decision.

  That’s how things worked with him. He treated me one way for a while, then he tried something with me or asked me to do something like sleep in the bed with him. If I didn’t comply he punished me in some way, and then showed me how things could change. He would show me that he had been treating me with respect and whatever he was asking for wasn’t a big thing compared to whatever he could do to me.

  He treated me like a dog in a room alone on a dirty floor, but kept asking me to just sleep in the bed with him. When I didn’t comply that’s when I was taken to the party. I knew if I didn’t agree to it, what happened at the party would happen to me. But he did compromise with me and provide a cot. But since I didn’t give him a hard time about sleeping in his room, I was rewarded. I got
a reward in the form of a bed, blankets, regular showers, and good food. After 2 days of that treatment he told me he wanted me to crawl, where the outfits he picked out and serve him. When I told him he was out of his mind, I was thrown back on the dirty floor. I don’t know how many days I was in the empty room with the dirty floor, but it was enough for me to change my mind about crawling on my knees to serve him. I knew I would have to make another decision soon. Was letting him caress my face and kiss my forehead so bad compared to sleeping on the floor and eating oatmeal? I would find out soon enough.

  I clicked off the bathroom light and stepped in the bedroom. He was sitting in his bed and my cot was gone. I walked to my side of the bed and kneeled down. I assumed I was being punished for something, which was why my bed was gone.

  “I would like it if you slept in my bed, Norah.” He flipped the covers back and patted his hand beside him.

  “Will you be in the bed too?” I asked. He smiled. I thought better of what I had said after I said it. “Yes, I will.” I stood up and thought about it. Either I slept with him or I slept on the floor. The floor in his room wasn’t so bad so that wasn’t what bothered me. What bothered me was not knowing what other punishment he could embark on me.

  “Are you going to…?” I couldn’t say the words, but I didn’t know if he had the same restraint Liam did. Liam and I had slept in the same bed many nights and he never touched me. He told me up front he wanted me, but he wasn’t willing to take it by force. I hoped Nick shared the same trait. “I’m not going to touch you, Norah.” I reluctantly got in the bed and pulled the blanket to my chin. “I’m not the horrible man you think I am. I’m sure you hated Liam when you first met him. But somehow he got you to love him. How did he do it, Norah? How did he make you love him?” He asked me this question all the time. I rolled to my side and didn’t answer. Liam where are you?

  I woke up the next morning with his arm draped over my body. I touched him trying to make him move but he just mumbled in his pillow. I picked up his arm and tried to move it myself and he woke. Instead of continuing to move his arm he dropped it and pulled me under him. His body was warm and I could feel his morning excitement. He ran his nose over mine and down to my neck. Then he pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

  “I’m going to make you love me, Norah. I’m going to make you feel the same way about me as you did about Liam.” I noticed he used the past tense when he referred to my feelings for Liam. Like I had stopped loving Liam while being here with him.

  “Liam didn’t make me love him. It wasn’t a demand he made on me and that I complied with. I fell in love with him without being told I had to do it.” He had a shocked look on his face then abruptly rolled off me and told me to make him breakfast. I thought that was the end of that conversation. But that evening I found out I was wrong.

  After he ate his dinner and denied me mine, he pulled me from the floor where I was kneeling. The look in his eyes was primal. He turned me around so my back was to his chest and he tied a blind fold around my eyes. We walked together into a cold room and he raised my arms over my head and cuffed them. The cuffs felt like zip ties. They were skinny, tight and bit into my skin. The pain worsened when my body was raised from the ground. I don’t think he raised me very high but the pressure on my wrists was excruciating. I let out a scream and I heard him laugh.

  “Norah, I have tried to be patient with you. I have tried to do things the easy way, but you are proving to be a hard mare to break.” I heard a whip crack and I jerked at the sound. I felt his breath on my neck and could feel him touching my hair. For the first time since he had me I was truly scared. I never thought he would really hurt me. But he was proving to me that my thoughts about him were wrong.

  “You said it took Liam 3 months before he fucked you,” he laughed and licked my neck. “Well I don’t have that kind of time, sweet thing.” He kissed my neck and moved up to my cheek and then my forehead. He pressed his hand in my neck and forced my head up. “I want you, Norah. You’re mine now, and it’s time you start figuring that out.” The whip cracked again, then I felt it against my back.

  I screamed with the pain. The whip cracked again and I felt the sting on the backs of my thighs, then again on my ass, and then again on my lower back. I was screaming, crying and my nose was running. I tried to move my head so I could peek through the blindfold but I couldn’t see anything. Three more cracks of the whip and the pain stung my stomach, the front of my thighs and then my neck.

  “I have to say, Norah, I thought by now you would be begging me to stop.” I would have begged but I didn’t think it would make any difference. Begging was exactly what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to beg him so he could make me another offer. Something like I’ll stop beating you if you blow me. Compared to the pain I was enduring a blow job now and then didn’t seem so bad. Again my thoughts went to Liam.

  Did you like it, Norah? Did you like sucking him off? Did you like it when he came in your mouth? When he fucked your face did it make the pain go away? Did you think about me or did you try to forget about me?

  Yeah, Liam wouldn’t understand. He was a sick bastard sometimes too, and he would think only of himself. He wouldn’t think about what I had been through, he would think about what I had done to survive. He would never kiss me again knowing another man had been in my mouth.

  Then I realized the whipping had stopped. I could hear him moving around the room but had no idea what he was up to now. I heard what sounded like a cart rolling on hard cement and I could feel he was standing close to me. He grabbed the back of my head again and kissed me hard, ramming his tongue in my mouth then pulled away. Something clamped on my nipples, pinching them so hard it stopped the blood flow. His hands moved to my legs and up to my hips. He lightly kissed my thighs and ran his hands over my sex. I felt something like a belt going around my waist and something cupping my sex. It went between my legs and he moved to the back of me and attached it to the back of the belt. I felt like I had a diaper on.

  My wrists were on fire but my hands had lost blood flow and had gone numb. Originally the room was cold when I walked in, but now I could feel the sweat running down my back and my forehead. My heart was beating so fast it was pounding in my ears. Then I felt small vibrations between my legs, then they got stronger and again a little stronger. The feeling started building in my stomach and slowly got stronger. I moved my body against the vibrations and I could hear him snickering. The pain in my wrists and body was a distant memory as my orgasm built inside me. Just when I thought I was going to have a much needed release the vibrations stopped. I snatched my head up and took in a deep breath. My heart rate lowered and the ache in the pit of my stomach was starting to fade when the small vibrations started again. A jolt of electricity shot to my nipples. It wasn’t painful but it didn’t feel good either. The jolts kept coming every minute or so as the vibrations grew stronger building my orgasm again. But again just as I thought I would find release it went away.

  “Pain and pleasure, Norah. It’s all relative. Such a fine line between them. Pain can become pleasure and pleasure can become very painful. After this little exercise I am sure you will start to understand that.” I felt his face near mine. “I’m going to have some dessert. I’ll be back in a little while. Have fun.” I heard him walk away and the door close.

  This torture went on for what seemed like hours, days, weeks, maybe even months. I wanted it to stop. I needed a release but I didn’t want it. I didn’t want to crave what he wanted for me. He wanted me to want the orgasm so bad that I would do anything for him, to him, to get it.

  When he finally reemerged I thought I was hallucinating. I felt his hands on me touching me everywhere. His mouth was on my neck, between my breasts and then down my waist. One massage from his hand between my legs and I came very hard. I screamed out with pain and pleasure. He removed his torture devices and my nipples felt like they would explode when the blood reentered them. I bit my bottom lip to hold back my screams. />
  “Don’t bite too hard, pretty girl. Your lip is already bleeding.” His voice was like sand paper. I heard some noise then I dropped to my feet and collapsed in his arms. He carried me to a chair and sat me down. I heard him moving around me. My hands were still tied together and he hadn’t removed the blindfold. All I could do was listen until he made his next assault. He picked me up and walked for a while then he placed me in a tub of very warm water. The water stung my wounds and I hissed through my teeth. He cleaned me, dried me, released my hands, and then dressed my wounds. When he removed the blind fold he handed me a small night gown and told me to get into bed. When his arms wrapped around me and he nuzzled his nose in my hair, I didn’t move a muscle.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Liam

  “Rome was a dead end, Tiffany….yes, I know how long it has been. You don’t think I have been counting the minutes since I last saw her! I have a private detective working on this and I have been all over England, through Italy and France! I’ve been in enough sex clubs and brothels to make myself sick…and that is saying a lot!” I kept pacing back and forth in front of the book shelves. “I have one more week before I am calling the cops, you have to give me one more week! I know I can find her. I feel like we’re close!” Tiffany stood up and grabbed my arm.

  “I’m done thinking about your safety, Liam! I want Norah back! Who in the hell knows what he’s doing to her or with her? He could have sold her to someone else and you are beating a dead horse. You don’t have experience with finding people, you have experience buying people. It’s time to stop playing games with my friend’s life and call the police!” I grabbed her arms and shook her.