Torn: A Dark BDSM Romance Novel (Shattered Lives Book 1)

by Lexie Syrah

  “Put my shoes back on.”

  When they had finished, I commanded, “Leave your clothes here and come with me. We’re going to my house.”

  I stood up, and the two girls followed me to the door, their naked bodies shaking as they jogged to keep up. They didn’t hesitate to leave the club completely naked. When they’d climbed into the backseat of my BMW, I told them their rules while I drove home.

  “My slaves’ rules are as follows. One, you will not touch yourselves or each other unless commanded to do so. Two, you will follow my directions immediately even if you disagree with them or dislike them. You will fuck who, when, and how I say. You will not be fucking for your own pleasure, though you may enjoy what is done to you.”

  “Three, for the first three days, you will not enjoy the pleasure of being clean. You will not put water onto your body for any reason until your first three days are over. You will be filthy by the end of it. These three days will be your initiation period, and you will be absolutely miserable. Expect this.”

  “Four, you will call me Master, and I will call you whatever I wish. Five, any rules that are broken within the first three days will result in you failing your initiation and your immediate removal from my home. After the first three days are done, broken rules will result in punishments. Are these rules clear?”

  “Yes sir,” they answered in unison. I could feel my cock growing harder by the second. I couldn’t wait to destroy these two young girls’ bodies. I hadn’t been able to torment a young body without caring about their pain for so long. Tonight would be a good night indeed.

  Yet, Maggie continued to come to mind. What would happen if she had stayed? Would I have ruined any chance of fixing our relationship? Would she explode at the sight of these two naked women who expected to be made into slaves? The part of me that was still furious with her enjoyed entertaining these thoughts, but the part of me that had cooled off was terrified of what I could be doing.

  Why had I decided to hurt her by going back to Elysium? Why had I decided that I didn’t care anymore? She hadn’t done anything wrong other than express her doubts and fears. Yes, she’d called me names and been furiously angry. But she’d been scared. She’d waited for me all day without any word. How could I leave my little girl alone for that long without letting her know that I was okay? I should have just bought a charger.

  It didn’t matter, though. I knew that she was gone. I’d heard her scream. My heart knew that it was over. I would go back to what I knew. I would fill my broken heart with the pain of two young women who wanted nothing more than to be used and abused by a man who did not care about them.

  When we pulled up to the house, I parked the car and got out. The girls followed behind me as I walked up to the door. The night air must have been cold on their naked bodies, but they didn’t make any complaints. I opened the door and welcomed them inside.

  Once the door was shut, I removed my clothes and placed them neatly on the loveseat. I sat down on the couch, and the girls kneeled in front me. “Isabelle and Sarah, stand up. I would like to inspect your bodies.”

  “Isabelle, come here and spread your legs.” When her dark pussy straddled my legs, I looked up at her, but she stared straight ahead. I reached to her pussy and felt the soft hair that covered it. She would have a much harder time with not being able to clean herself. Every bit of cum that I filled her cunt with would stay stuck to her pussy hair. It would probably be worse for Sarah, though as she would be the one who would have to eat that filthy pussy.

  Isabelle’s pussy was soaking wet, and I pushed two fingers inside of her, but she didn’t make a sound. “Good,” I thought. A slave should not let simple sensations overwhelm her mind’s control over her body. My finger, coated with her pussy juice, found her asshole and forced its way in. Isabelle winced slightly, and I learned that she would be most fun when fucked in the ass. By the time she’d been with me for a week, her asshole would be able to take massive cocks even though she may absolutely hate it.

  “Good Isabelle, lay on the floor and finger fuck yourself to orgasm. Do not touch your clit. Sarah, come here for your inspection.” My cock was standing tall as I felt my power over these two girls.

  Sarah’s tits were what I wanted. I wanted to know how they’d feel after they’d been covered in marks from my crop and flogger. I wanted to see her nipples stretched by weighted nipple clamps. But that was something that would come later. I ran my fingers along her slit and felt a waxed pussy. Her juices were already running down her leg.

  “Sarah. Tell me what pleases you most and what scares you most.” Not all inspections were equal, and with two slaves, they must always feel as though they are competing with each other. Never equal and never knowing who I favor at that specific moment. One of them would be punished harshly tonight while the other would be rewarded.

  “I love to receive pain more than anything. I am not afraid of anything that you would have me do, Master. I am here to please you, and unless it pleases you to scare me, I will not be afraid.” It was a good answer, but not a truthful answer unless she had been trained before, and that was very doubtful.

  “If you do not tell me what you are afraid of, I will make it my mission to find something that instills true terror. So speak now or accept that you’ll be constantly tested.”

  For a moment, Sarah hesitated. “I do not enjoy sex with other women very much, Master.”

  “That’s a good girl. It’s not exactly what I wanted to hear, but I will accept it.” I heard Isabelle begin moaning as an orgasm overtook her.

  “Get on your knees and deep throat my cock until I cum. But do not swallow any of it. Let it drip out of your mouth and onto your body. Spread it around and play with it. By the end of the night, I want your body covered in juices.”

  Her lips wrapped around my cock, and she tried desperately to take all of it, but she began gagging. I let her try on her own as I said, “Isabelle, come here.”

  She was still panting from her orgasm, but she got to her feet and stood before me. “Yes, Master.”

  “If I told you to abuse Sarah however you wanted, how would you force her to leave so that you could be my only slave?” Isabelle looked down at Sarah, who was already drooling on her D-cup breasts.

  “I would make her eat my pussy and ass anytime I sat down or stopped moving for very long. She would sleep with her mouth on my pussy. And I would never put a cock into her cunt unless she did something exceptional. Would this make you happy, Master?”

  I smirked at Isabelle and said, “No it wouldn’t. I wanted two slaves, and if you forced her to leave, I would be left with one. You should have told me that you wouldn’t try to force her to leave unless I told you to.” Her face was filled with regret at her mistake. I had known that she would answer poorly, and that was why I had asked the question. She would be the one that I tortured most tonight.

  “Sarah, you are not deep throating well enough. Later tonight, I’ll take your throat thoroughly, but for now, I want to cum. Get off my cock Sarah and lick Isabelle’s pussy. Isabelle, I want you to ride me with my cock in your ass.”

  As I said those words, I had a flash of Maggie. I wondered where she was right now. I knew that she’d have a man or woman between her legs by now. Instead of being angry, a wave of sadness washed over me.

  Isabelle settled over my cock and slowly began to force it into her ass. Whimpers and soft cries of pain left her lips, but she was complying with my request. Tonight was not about their pleasure, though. I reached around to her tits and gripped them tightly. In a single thrust, I slammed my hips into her ass, and a shriek of pain erupted from her. Her hands went to my thighs to push away from my onslaught, but there was no escape. Cry after cry filled the room as I fucked her ass into submission.

  She was lucky that Sarah was licking her pussy because, by the end of it, she was moaning in pleasure. I could have told Sarah to use the crop to spank her clit while I fucked her ass, and she would never have transformed
the pain into pleasure. But tonight was their very first night. Tomorrow or the next day would be a better time to spend completely torturing their bodies.

  As I passed the point of no return, I pinched Isabelle’s nipples and began to pull them away from her body. Her body began to convulse as another orgasm filled her. My cum erupted into her ass, and I sighed as the anger that I had held onto all night dissolved. Isabelle got off of my cock, and Sarah immediately began to clean my cock for me.

  I still expected to fill many more holes tonight, but for now, I relaxed. I closed my eyes and visions of Maggie’s body doing exactly what Isabelle’s had just done filled my mind. I could remember all of the times that I filled her ass with cum. I remember how she would smile after she’d cleaned my cock and then give me a kiss. They were good memories. Memories that I would hold forever in fondness.

  Now, I had to use the restroom, though, and I had to get away from these girls, away from the memories that came from their submission. I went to my restroom and relieved myself, but on the way back to the living room, I saw the scraps of fabric that littered my bed. It couldn’t be. She wouldn’t do that… Would she?

  I stepped closer and saw that it was her red day dress in pieces. I fell to my knees as tears sprung from my eyes. I couldn’t believe that she’d gone as far as to cut it up. I knew that no number of young and inexperienced slaves would fill the gap that was left in my heart. I could go fuck them into oblivion, but they were nothing compared to the young homeless girl that had given herself to me without any knowledge of what I would do with her body. She hadn’t wanted anything from me. All she’d needed from me was my happiness. And now she was gone, and I was left with two bodies to fuck that only reminded me of her.

  Chapter 18

  “That’s a good Slave. Take that cock all the way into your throat!” The man’s cock reached slightly further than Mr. Sheffield’s had, but it was thinner and easier to take. He wasn’t nearly rough enough, and there were only small traces of spit and slime on my face. Nothing compared to what I wanted.

  Why wouldn’t this man just fuck me like an animal? Why wouldn’t he make me feel filthy? What was wrong with him? He wanted to abuse my body, but he was just letting me deep throat him. His hands were in my hair, but he wouldn’t slam my face down. He wouldn’t hold me down until colors turned to black and white.

  I pulled off his cock and stood up in front of him. “You’re a fucking pussy. You have a girl half your age who said that she wouldn’t say no. You just paid me $3,000 to fulfill your darkest fantasies, and you’re being gentle. You know what, keep your fucking money and I’ll go fuck the motel manager for free. That 20 year old virgin could probably fuck me better than you could.”

  I turned to leave, and the man grabbed my arm. I turned back to him, and he was seething. If it had been Mr. Sheffield, I would have been afraid. Instead, I laughed at him. “What are you going to do, you fucking pussy? Beat me up? You’re too big of a pussy to even fuck me. Why would I be afraid of you?”

  I pulled my arm away from him, and I felt his hand grip my hair in a fist. That’s more like it. Then, with a quick yank, he pulled me to the carpet. The air rushed out of my body, but that didn’t stop him. He put his cock into my mouth as he laid down in a 69 position. He slammed his hips into my face over and over again as three of his meaty finger spread my pussy wide.

  “How do you like that, you filthy whore? Is that you what you wanted?” Every word was a thrust that scraped the back of my throat. I shivered and moaned as a small orgasm ran through me. He pulled his cock out of my throat and pressed his balls to my lips as he added a fourth finger to my pussy.

  My tongue flicked back and forth over his hairy balls, and he moaned. My hand went to his cock and began to stroke it even as his fingers threatened to tear my pussy apart. I moved my mouth away from his balls for an instant and asked, “That’s much more like it. But you haven’t used my ass at all. Are you scared of getting your little cock dirty?”

  He laughed at my attempt to antagonize him. He finally added his thumb to my pussy and began wedging his knuckles past my pussy lips. It was as though he was trying to drive a watermelon through my cunt, and I screamed even as he set his balls to my lips again. But when he finally managed to force his entire fist into my cunt, I felt a wave take over my body. The fluid that rushed from my pussy forced his hand out, and I screamed in ecstasy instead of pain. He didn’t even wait until I’d finished gushing to pick me up off the floor and bend me over the bed.

  “That’s it, slut. You’re going to cum over and over tonight, but none of it will be pleasant.” I thought back to Mr. Sheffield and Elaine even as this random man forced his cock into my hypersensitive pussy. The imagined thoughts of what they would be doing tonight were no longer sources of rage. Instead, they were sources of sadness, of jealous yearning. I wanted to be there with Mr. Sheffield even if it meant dealing with his lust for Elaine.

  Alternating moans and screams came from my lips as he pounded my cunt for all he was worth. Orgasms would end, and pain would come, but then there would be another orgasm to cool the burning flame that filled my cunt. He had stamina; that was for sure.

  Then the cock slipped from my cunt and instead filled my ass. It was a glorious change. I loved the feeling of having my asshole filled with a normal-sized cock. At first, I’d thought that when Mr. Sheffield had fucked my ass, I’d cum over and over again because it was so dirty. Now, I knew that it just felt amazing.

  My “Master” for the night slapped my ass, and it only increased the volume of my incoherent moaning and babbling. As I came for the sixth time, I felt the streams of cum fill my ass. Immediately after he pulled his cock out of my ass, I sunk to my knees and took it into my mouth, cleaning it hastily. I was ready for more, but he wasn’t.

  When my lips left his cock clean, He put his clothes back on and said, “I need a smoke after that. Fuck you’re a filthy whore. What kind of fucked up shit could have twisted your mind like that?” I just smiled at him and ran my finger through the leaking cum before bringing it to my lips for a taste.

  He shook his head in wonder and said, “Well, it won’t take long for me to finish burning one. Then I’ll be ready for round two.”

  The door slammed shut behind him, and I laid on my back. The cool tile flooring sent shivers through me, and I couldn’t help but notice the disgusting grout that lay underneath me. I could clean it now. If I’d been home… no that wasn’t right. If I’d been at Mr. Sheffield’s home, I would clean it. My mind was shattered, and the memories of my past intermingled with the present. As soon as my first client had slammed me to the ground, I had only seen Mr. Sheffield. It was his hands that had gripped me, his cock that filled my throat, and more than anything, it was his cum that I tasted.

  The memories wove themselves into the present so seamlessly that I had problems differentiating between the two. Logically, I knew that Mr. Sheffield wasn’t here. I knew that I’d found a man to pay me $3,000 for a night. But my emotions were so ragged that I couldn’t stop thinking about the man that I’d fallen in love with. In this moment when everything was silent, I realized just how wrong I’d been.

  I was here with a shadow of the man that I wanted. I was living in memories as a stranger abused my body. Was I crying? No. But I wanted to. The emotions were there, but every time that this client did something that I’d felt Mr. Sheffield do, I felt brought back to a moment in our relationship.

  I had chosen this. I could have stayed. I could have put aside my anger. Put aside my jealousy. I could have accepted the man that I loved and eventually, I’m sure that we would have healed the wounds that had been caused this weekend. But now I knew that Mr. Sheffield was done with me as well. I couldn’t go begging him to take me back. Not now. Not after I’d shredded the dress.

  That was when my “Master” walked in and said, “Slave, it’s time that you get a spanking for being a bad girl,” and I was lost in memories again…

  Chapter 19
r />   He’d left at around 4 am. There I was in a cheap motel room with only a dress, heels, and about $9,000 in cash. I had plenty of opportunities to do whatever I wanted with my life. I could have gone back to that strip club every week and found a different man to fuck me for a few grand. I could have worked at a strip club and learned how to dance on a pole. And none of it mattered to me. A single thought rested in my mind. That message. If I’d been just a little more controlled, just a little more patient, I would be in bed with Mr. Sheffield’s cum dripping out of my ass instead of some fucking stranger’s.

  The girls were asleep, chained to my bed. I could have used one of them as a fill-in for Maggie, but she’d never slept in my bed before. Still, I felt like I was sleeping alone for the first time since I’d met her. I stood up and looked at the girls. They were decent slaves. Hell, if Maggie had been interested, they would have been fun to play with together. That would never happen, though. I put on a pair of pants and walked out onto the porch to look up at the moon. I’d cum in and on those two slaves a total of four times tonight, and yet I felt unsatisfied. I didn’t want a different position or a different type of sex. I wanted a different girl. I wanted my little girl. I wanted Maggie.