Saved By Him (The Monster Series Book 2)

by Horst, Michelle

  “Does the pussy like her milk?” he asks as he pushes the tip of the tail into me again.

  “Purr,” I moan just the way he likes it.

  He takes the tail out and then licks it, before he settles his face between my legs. He starts to lick my pussy, making purr sounds as he enjoys it. Every now and then I let out a moan. It’s important to let Master Lowery know I’m thankful for the attention he’s giving me.

  He sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “What do we say?” he asks, cupping his ear.

  “Thank you for cleaning my filthy pussy, Master.”

  “Well,” he says as he brings his hard cock to my opening, “I can’t have my dick getting dirty, now can I?”

  “No, Master,” I answer quickly.

  He shoves into me and I let out a moan for him. He pulls out and then shoves back in a couple of times, jarring my body up and down. There’s a sharp pain every time he slams into me, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Soon he starts to grunt and then his movements get jerky until he grunts loudly, and he comes.

  He gets off me and he goes straight to the bathroom so he can shower my filth off of him. I quickly take off the costume. I have to be out of the room before he comes out of the shower.

  I place the costume in the bag he left on the floor and then silently leave the room.

  I go back to my room and shower. We have to shower before and after being with a client. Master Sven hates it when we smell like sex.

  I’m drying myself when Master Sven comes in. “Master David is waiting for you,” he snaps.

  I nod and rush by him. I can’t keep Master David waiting.

  “Slave,” Master Sven calls out. I stop by the door and turn around, my eyes on the floor, “you’re not my problem anymore.”

  I don’t understand his words so I just nod and rush from the room. When I get to Master David’s room, the door is open. I peek inside, not knowing if I should still knock.

  My eyes widen and my throat dries up at the sight in front of me. Master David is fucking Rosa! I don’t understand what’s happening today!

  ~*~

  “Close the door,” Master David snaps at me. I quickly close the door and then look at the floor. Rosa’s moans are getting louder, and I can hear the slap or their skin as he thrusts into her.

  “Yes, my little whore, your pussy is so much better,” he pants and then he comes with a load groan. My heart squeezes painfully.

  I’ve been replaced – everywhere.

  I’m nothing.

  “Whore!” Master David snaps me out of my dark thoughts. “Get your filthy ass over here and clean my little whore’s pussy!”

  My feet move automatically. I have to clean Rosa that means I’m still good for something.

  Rosa lies on the edge of the bed with her legs widely spread open. I kneel in front of her and place my hands in my lap. I lean forward and start to lick Master David’s come off of her. I make sure to get every last drop, cleaning her properly.

  I’m still licking Rosa’s pussy when Master David grabs a handful of my hair. He yanks me back and my scalp stings as patches of hair are yanked out. He shoves my face into the floor and growls, “You’re not good enough to clean my slave’s pussy. I should remove your tongue for just touching her!”

  He turns my face and his fingers dig into my mouth. He grabs my tongue and he pinches it hard between two fingers. “Yes, I think I’ll rip your tongue out so you can’t dirty anyone else with it!”

  I swallow down the spit gathering in my mouth along with a whimper. It feels as if my insides are stuck in a whirlpool, like when water runs down a drain.

  There’s a knock on the door and Master David lets go of my tongue. He yanks me back up and shouts, “What?”

  From behind the door I can hear Master Sven’s muffled voice, “It’s time. He should finish up with the Westbrooks in the next five minutes.”

  “Come, Whore, it’s time to say goodbye,” Master David sneers. I don’t know what he means! Goodbye? Where am I going?

  His grip on my hair is tight as we leave the room. We go down to the second floor and right outside Jack’s room Master David shoves me to my knees. “Suck my cock with that filthy mouth and then I’ll beat you for it.” He grabs my jaw hard and forces my head back so that I have to look up. “You deserve to be beaten for being a filthy whore, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Master,” I quickly answer.

  I unzip his pants and take out his limp cock. I start sucking it, hoping he’ll get hard quickly and remember how good I am. His hands go to my head and he slams his pelvis hard into my face, repeatedly. Every time my nose slams into him, it sends a sharp pain into my head. I gag on his cock and spit runs down my chin. My scalp is burning and my nose is hurting so badly that tears streak out of my eyes.

  Suddenly I’m shoved back and I fall on my ass.

  Through my blurring vision I watch as Jack slams Master David up against the wall. Cold horror flushes coldly through my body and I start to shiver. This is bad! This is so so bad!

  Jack’s face is pulled tight with anger and pain.

  Master David’s face goes red with anger and his mouth pulls into a thin white line. “Get your filthy hands off of me, slave!”

  Master Sven grabs Jack and pulls him away from Master David, but just as Master David tucks his cock back into his pants, Jack yanks free. He punches Master David right in the face and I gasp in horror. They’re going to kill Jack for that! Oh no! They’re going to kill him! Why did he do that? What’s wrong with everyone today?

  They start to fight, hitting each other hard. Blood dribbles from both their noses and mouths. I’ve never seen something like this – a slave fighting a master!

  Master Sven gets a hold of Jack’s arms and he pulls him away from Master David.

  Master David is breathing hard with rage as he starts to hit Jack.

  When Jack falls to his knees I feel my heart start to ache. I really liked Jack. I’m going to miss him.

  Master David kicks Jack until he loses consciousness, then he stalks over to me. My eyes grow huge as he pulls his leg back and then he kicks me in my side. Sharp pain rips through my chest. I fall to the side and wait for the next kick to come. I deserve this. I failed Master Adam and this is my punishment. Master Adam must’ve been very displeased with me!

  Master David grabs my hair again and he starts to pull me along as he walks down the passage. I try to get on my knees so I can crawl faster, and it will hurt less then, but Master David is walking too fast, just dragging me behind him.

  When we get to the stairs he yanks me forward and then he kicks me in the stomach. I’m not prepared and the force of his kick sends me backwards, and down the stairs. I can’t cover any part of me and with each stair I hit, pain shudders through my body. I come to a stop on the floor below, and I try to get to my knees, but Master David kicks me again, his foot hitting my throat. I start to gag, and I can’t suck in any air as my throat closes up with a throbbing ache.

  “Crawl, Whore!” he yells and I drag myself onto my knees. “To the training room!”

  I crawl as fast as I can. I’m in too much pain to try and sway my hips. My throat is aching badly and I suck in air past the pain. I get to the door that leads to the training room, but I don’t dare get up. I’ve never seen Master David like this and it terrifies me.

  Master David shoves the door open and grabs my hair again, yanking my head painfully back. He towers over me and sneers, “That will be the day that I have to open a door for you! Get in there!” Spittle hits my face and then he shoves me hard. I fall forward and unable to stop myself in time, my chin slams hard into the ground. I bite my tongue and my teeth hammers against each other. A burning pain fills my mouth and then I taste blood.

  Master David starts to kick me and I half crawl, half drag myself deeper into the room. Suddenly he grabs me by my neck and he yanks me up. I struggle to get air down my throat with the tight grip he has on me. He shoves me again and
I fall over a bench.

  His hands are hard on my arms as he forces me down onto the bench and he fastens my wrists with the shackles on the other side, so my ass is in the air. Every drop of blood I have rushes to my head and it makes me dizzy.

  The dizziness quickly fades away as the first burning sting of a whip lashes across my back. The first few lashes aren’t that bad. I’ve been whipped before, but never so it would leave a mark. The whip starts to break my skin and the burning becomes an intense fire, until I can’t keep the whimpers in anymore and they start to slip out.

  I can only hear the whip whistling through the air, the smack as it tears into me and Master David’s hard breaths.

  This will make him happy. This will make him forgive me! I can hold out for him. I’ll do anything for him to forgive me.

  He starts to whip my ass and then the back of my legs. The pain becomes everything. I pinch my eyes closed, hoping I can hold out and make Master David proud.

  When he suddenly shoves the handle of the whip into my pussy, the pain is too much and a shout of pain escapes my mouth. He shoves it in even deeper and my whole abdomen clenches with white hot agony. I’ve never been punished like this! It’s never been this bad. I’ve always listened, that’s why they liked me. I thought they liked me! What have I done that was so wrong? Is this really all because I couldn’t satisfy Master Adam?

  Master David leans over my back that’s blazing with pain. He yanks my head until my neck stretches so much I can’t breathe or swallow. “Not so pretty anymore, are you? Let me see why Master Lowery likes to fuck you with a tail.”

  I hear his zipper go down and then he slams hard into my ass. He keeps the whip in my pussy and with each thrust into my ass he jars my hips against the bench, and forces the whip deeper into me.

  After a while, when it feels like he might fuck the whip right through me, I hear him sneer, “Thanks for all the money you made us you dumb fuck!” My heart lurches from the venom dripping from his words. “Sadly, every hole has an expiration date and you’ve reached yours. No use in pretending anymore. But hey, the money you made us came in handy. The new Ferrari I bought with some of the money they paid for the two of you drives like a dream.”

  He keeps slamming hard into me, each thrust sending a throbbing pain through my body. I don’t understand why he’s telling me this!

  “I think I’ll get myself a yacht and a nice place somewhere in Europe. Yes!” He lets out a weird sounding laugh.

  I hear someone else grunt as they come and then I hear the same smacking sound – the person must be whipping Jack!

  Master David comes, slamming even harder into me. He falls over my back and then says all out of breath, “Remember I told you I’m a god? Remember I told you that I decide whether you live or die?”

  I can’t nod or even manage a yes. All I can do is hang over the bench as it feels as if the pain is eating me alive from the inside out.

  “You might as well be dead, whore. You’ll never be anything but a filthy whore who can’t satisfy a master. No one will ever want you. I’ve made sure of that.” He drags a finger down my back and another pain filled yelp rips from my throat. “All that pretty skin is gone. Your pretty face is gone. No one wants an ugly whore.”

  He shoves off of me and then I hear him say, “Finish the whore off.”

  For long minutes I wait, I listen – and I cry silently as Jack is beaten. I know I’m next, but that doesn’t really matter.

  No one will want an ugly whore. If no one wants me then I’ll be nothing. Master David is right, I might as well be dead.

  Adam~

  I’ve been going out of my mind. We haven’t seen Sophia or Jack since the party. I can only hope that they’re okay. I’ve been keeping a close eye on River.

  After we’ve packed I quickly take our bags to the car. I don’t even bother locking the thing and run back inside. I hate leaving River alone, even for a few minutes. A lot can happen in a few minutes. When I get back to the room and I see River standing by the window, I let out a sigh of relief.

  “Come on, let’s get out of here,” I say as I take her hand. I open the door only to come face to face with the ugly face of one of Cameron’s guards.

  “Master Cameron would like to speak with you one last time.”

  An unsettling feeling crawls up my spine. Something is wrong! I can feel it in my gut. My eyes dart everywhere and I stay on my guard, expecting anything to go wrong at any moment.

  There are guards on every floor, from what I’ve seen. Yesterday I asked Cameron why I don’t see any guards outside. His answer was simple – the neighbors will get suspicious then. The key is to show everyone you have nothing to hide, then they won’t come looking. So he keeps his guards on the inside. People who visit his establishment, like myself and River, know he has plenty of guards and won’t risk anything - and everyone on the outside doesn’t know of the sick and twisted shit that happens inside the walls of the mansion.

  We walk away from the front door which is the direction I want to be heading in. When we get to Cameron’s office, he’s too busy on a call to even acknowledge us.

  I let River sit before I take a seat next to her. Every muscle in my body is wound tight. I don’t like this at all!

  Cameron finishes up with the call and he slumps back in his chair. “There’s been a development,” he says, his beady eyes darting from River’s face to mine. He’s looking for a reaction from us.

  I can feel River tensing next to me, but she keeps her cool as she says, “I’ve paid for the slaves.”

  “Indeed you have,” Cameron smirks. “You will have them, but they are no longer in the same condition.” My heart stutters at hearing his words. What the fuck does he mean? “You see,” the fucker clears his throat, “the male slave attacked my son. Both of the slaves had to be punished. It’s the law of my house.”

  River grips the armrests tightly and grinds out, “Just let me have my slaves.”

  Cameron nods towards the door. “They have been taken to your vehicle. I just thought it would be in good form to advise you of their condition.”

  River is up and running for the front door. I follow close on her heels, making sure that this is not a trick. River yanks the backdoor open and I hear her gasp. She pales and tears well in her eyes.

  I take hold of her shoulders and I get a glimpse of Jack and Sophia. Fuck! I swallow hard on the anger flushing through my body. I can’t even tell if it’s them for sure!

  I push River to the passenger side and help her to sit. I quickly rush to the driver’s side. I just need to get us all away from this hell. I can’t dare think about the two people in the backseat and whether they are still alive.

  I keep my eyes on the road, just focusing on getting us home. We stop in a small town and move quickly, carrying the bags over to an old station wagon. It’s for everyone’s safety that we always switch cars. If they are tracking us they will only find a burnt out car.

  I open the door and slip my arms under the girl’s body. I can’t believe this is Sophia! All that’s left of this once beautiful woman is a bloody mess. As I lift her from the car, River snaps, “Be careful! She’s hurting.” She loses it and tears streak down her face. She can’t lose her shit now! We need to get home and I can’t do that if she’s not with me all the way.

  “She’s out cold!” I snap back at her. “The sooner we have them home the sooner we can ease their pain. I’m not going to waste time!”

  I place the girl on the back seat and before I can go back for the man River says, “We should leave the bags. Then we can put Jack in the back and they don’t have to share the backseat.”

  I glance at the backseat, just relieved that River is thinking straight and calming down. “You’re right.”

  I grab the bags and throw them back in the car. “Make sure there is nothing in the bags that can help anyone track us down!”

  I drag the man half out of the car, then I pull him over my shoulder. It takes all my stre
ngth to not drop him as I carry him to the station wagon. I drop him in the back and then wipe the sweat from my forehead. That was fucking hard!

  I search the usual places they would plant a tracking device. It’s a fucking mess but I finally find one on the guy’s hip. I use the pocket knife I always carry around and quickly cut the device out. It’s just another shitty part of this whole process.

  When I’m done I use my shirt to clean my hands. I take a clean shirt from River and then wait for her to drive the station wagon a safe distance away. I douse the old car with gasoline and then set it alight. I make sure it’s burning good before I cover our tracks all the way to the station wagon.

  I get in the passenger seat and let my head fall back against the headrest. I’m tired, so fucking tired.

  ~*~

  Back at The Sanctuary we all work together to get Jack and Sophia into their room.

  Nanna brings us buckets of water. I stay with Jack because I can’t look at Sophia right now. I make sure to clean him properly. We can’t risk infection.

  We spend hours trying to clean and attend to their wounds. It’s so hard to see them beaten like this. When I’m done with Jack, River places her hand on my shoulder. She’s so upset she can hardly talk. She points to a gash on Sophia’s leg and whether I want to or not, I have to stitch her up. I’ve seen a lot in my life and I’ve endured a lot in my life, but nothing can ease the anger and heartache that’s welling in my chest, as I stick the needle through her skin.

  After Nanna and River get clean bedding under Jack and Sophia, Nanna wipes tiredly over her eyes. She’s getting too old for this. “I’m going to go make some chicken soup. The children will need food when they wake up.” She hurries out of the room.

  I reach for River and pull her against my chest. I just need to hold my friend right now. I need her strength to get through all of this. River has always been the stronger one between us. I’d walk through hell for this woman, I have, but it doesn’t compare to the hell she has saved me from. I owe her my life, just like everyone else living at The Sanctuary.