by Terry Towers
I looked up at him with terror in my eyes and filling every inch of my body. Everyone was asleep in the dungeon and I could assume it was overnight, which meant it would be hours before the men came down to check on our cells.
“If you fight or cause a problem –” He nodded toward Jenny, who had finally been permitted to be unshackled and no longer gagged. “She’ll pay for it. I may not be able to punish you, but I can make her life worse than it already is. Or maybe I’ll work over one of the twins. Fuck one while making the other watch.”
He’d do it. The sick bastard would do it. One thing I’d noticed during my time there was that a sort of sisterhood developed between the girls. We may be diverse in ethnicity and social stature on the outside world, but in here we were the same and all we had was each other to get through the days. We may not get to even speak for the most part, but we all knew with a glance into each other’s eyes that we were in this together. When the girls were sold, or in the case of Mia murdered, then we all felt it.
“Nod if you understand me.” I nodded and he slowly removed his gloved hand from my lips.
“Please, they’re not ready for that,” I whispered, not wanting to wake the others. The only thing worse than what was about to happen was having the girls watch it happen. It felt like a part of me was torn apart when Jenny was raped mere feet away from me and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it.
“Nothing will happen to them, as long as you lie here and let me find out for myself what’s so magical about your pussy that you have The Boss’s son’s balls in a sling. You must have a golden pussy is all I can figure.” His hand slipped down the side of my hip. “But I guess I’m about to find out, aren’t I whore?”
I held back a sob, but couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks. It had been a few days since Lance left, he was supposed to be back by now, and a part of me had held onto the hope that maybe Connor wouldn’t follow through with his threat. I should have known I wouldn’t get that lucky, he’d just been waiting for a moment when he wouldn’t get caught.
He shifted his weight on me, forcing my legs apart and palming my mound. My body tensed and my jaw clenched to keep from screaming out in protest when his fingers began to explore between my legs.
“You’re not going to say a word to anyone about this. Not the other slaves and not your boyfriend. No one. Or the other girls will suffer. You may be protected, but the others aren’t.”
I can endure. I can do this, I coached myself, trying not to lose my mind. The thought of him filling me with cum made me sick to my stomach and I gagged just from the thought. My stomach churned and I prayed I wouldn’t lose the little bit of food I had in my stomach.
As his fingers probed my entrance, I instinctually clenched up, my thighs attempting to close together and force him out, but he was too strong, too eager.
Grabbing a fist full of my golden hair he yanked hard. I bit down on my lower lip so hard I could taste the blood as my teeth broke the skin, to keep from screaming.
“Let me in, cunt,” he growled, leaning down and licking the side of my neck.
My stomach churned again. Please don’t puke, please don’t puke, I begged my body. The sheet on the cots were changed once a week so I’d be sleeping in vomit for a long time before I got to sleep in fresh sheets again. Taking a deep breath in I slowly released it and forced myself to relax. Just had to get it over with.
“That’s a good girl,” he groaned, sinking a couple fingers into me.
I had to think of something else, somewhere else. Anywhere. I closed my eyes tight and I left my body and was transported back to the state cheer competition. That was such a wonderful day. I squealed in delight as Jared and Theo hoisted me up onto their shoulders and I held our trophy high above my head.
The feel of his cock pressing at my entrance jarred the fantasy for a brief moment, but then the pressure was gone.
“Get the fuck off of her or I’ll blow your fucking brains all over this cell.” The voice was so familiar I began to cry in earnest now, not caring if I woke any of the other girls.
Connor didn’t move; his body was stiff over me.
“I said, slowly, get the fuck off of her. I won’t warn you again.” Lance’s voice was so menacing, so filled with rage it made me cringe inside. He’d do it. The sound of a gun being cocked echoed through the room. “Last chance.”
Connor’s weight slowly moved off of mine and I immediately scrambled out from under him and cowered in the corner, pulling my legs up to my chest, and began rocking. It had been close to a week since I’d had a panic attack, but I felt one coming on.
Breathe, I gotta breathe, I kept reminding myself. My breaths started becoming short, quick and ragged and the room began to spin. My stomach churned again. Ohmygod! I rocked harder, placing my forehead onto my knees. The feeling began to pass and my breathing started to slow to normal.
My head jerked upward when I heard the loud thud and groan. A trickle of blood seeped down Connor’s temple and his body slammed backward against the brick wall beside me. I watched in shock as Lance began to beat on Connor using the butt of the gun as a weapon until Connor was a semiconscious bloody, moaning mess on the floor beside the cot. What shocked me even more was the look of pure rage on Lance’s face and cold fury in his blue eyes.
For a moment I didn’t think he was going to stop until Connor was dead, but finally he stepped back and stuffed the bloody gun into the back of his jeans.
“You okay, baby? Did he hurt you?” Lance leaned down and began touching my cheek as his eyes examined every part of me, the rage in his eyes softening to anger.
I shook my head. “No. You stopped him before…”
“I’ll get you out of here in a minute.” His eyes refocused on Connor. “Time to teach this fucker a lesson.”
My brow furrowed as I watched Lance undress Connor. What the fuck?
“Ummm. Lance?” Feeling eyes on me, I noticed Becca had woken and was watching Lance. She had an odd expression on her face that I’m sure was identical to the one I had.
Once Connor was stripped and his clothing tossed into a heap by the entrance, with a bit of effort Lance managed to string him up from the top of the cage. Connor was so groggy that he didn’t put up a fight, simply allowed it to happen. Leaving my cell, Lance grabbed a ball gag from the rack beside the door and re-entered my cell, stuffing it into Connor’s mouth and securing it behind his head.
Once done Lance took a step back and nodded. “Let him stay like that for a while.”
Getting up from my spot on the cot, I stood beside Lance and eyed Connor, not sure what to think. I supposed this was one way to humiliate Connor. Connor seemed to regain a little more of his consciousness and his eyes widened as he struggled against the binds, his face growing red with anger.
Connor’s struggles awoke Jenny, who was immediately on her feet, taunting Connor. He turned to Jenny and glared at her. No doubt she would regret her actions, but for now, she had the privilege of being on the other side of the binds and she was making the most of it.
“Come on.” Grabbing my elbow, Lance locked my cell up with Connor struggling in it, led me from the dungeon without as much as a look back at Connor. He didn’t bother with a leash, but grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway and up the first set of stairs. We walked past the BDSM room, which was usually the room he took me to, and headed for the elevator to take us to the main floor of the compound.
“Where are we going?” I wasn’t allowed on the main floor, was I? Why was he taking me up?
“My room.”
“But I’m not allowed…”
“I was told nothing would happen to you while I was gone and it appears that was an empty promise, so you’re staying with me until this is settled. Did he fuck you while I was gone?”
“No.”
Lance punched in the code to the elevator then turned to me. “Did any of them fuck you?”
“No. This was the first time any t
ried. They all ignored me.”
His jaw clenched as the elevator doors slid open and he ushered me in. “If I hadn’t gotten there… I should have fucking killed him and gotten it over with.”
“Wouldn’t The Boss kill you if you did?”
Lance punched the button to take us up a floor and the doors slid closed. “Considering the deals I just set up for him I doubt he’ll do a damned thing.”
My brow furrowed. What did he mean by that? He didn’t select girls. Or hadn’t up until that point. As I searched my brain I was hard pressed to think of what he actually did do for his father. I looked up at him with questions in my eyes, hoping he’d elaborate. He didn’t. He met my stare, but refused to comment further.
Chapter 15
Lance had understated when he said he was taking me to his room, which was actually an apartment at one end of the top floor of the compound. The apartment contained one bedroom, a living room, bathroom and small kitchen, all humbly furnished.
“Do all the guys get rooms like this?” I asked as my fingers grazed the back of the suede sofa. I looked up at him and caught his gaze. All anger had left his eyes and expression and he was the Lance I’d grown fond of again – caring and concerned.
“No. Most have little studio apartment-style rooms on this floor. My father, of course, has the entire main floor.”
It felt like I’d walked into a different reality. My eyes caught sight of a window and I rushed to it, a wide smile on my face. It was the dead of the night, but I didn’t care. It was just nice to see the outside world, even if it was through a barred window.
“Wow!” I breathed the word, not even realizing I actually said anything until I felt him behind me, his hands on my shoulders, running up and down my upper arms. I looked up and noticed it was a clear night; a large full moon illuminated the sky with thousands of stars dancing around it. “It’s beautiful.”
“What?” Brushing my hair to one side, he undid my collar and removed it from my neck and tossed it onto the floor. I’d gotten so used to the collar, I barely noticed it anymore.
Tears sprang to my eyes and I leaned back into him. I’d missed the comfort of his arms so much over the past several days. I seriously doubted I would have been able to hang on long had he not come back. “The sky. The world outside these walls.”
His arms slipped around my waist and he kissed my temple. “Go get a bath and when you’re done I have a surprise for you.”
Not sure I heard him right, I looked over my shoulder at him. “A surprise?”
“Yeah, a surprise. Now come on.” Stepping away from me, he took my hand and led me into the bathroom. The bathroom was plain, a deep tub with shower, toilet and one-sink vanity. Nothing fancy, but considering what I’d become accustomed to the past couple of weeks or so, it felt like the Ritz-Carlton. My eyes immediately spotted the toothbrush and toothpaste and it made me realize how much you can miss and take for granted such small things.
Giving me a little hip bump out of the way, Lance opened the cabinet under the vanity and produced a toothbrush and passed it to me. “Be my guest.”
I squealed and hugged him tight, grabbing the toothbrush and dousing it with toothpaste. It hadn’t even occurred to me until now how horrid my breath must smell. I flushed slightly; how on earth could he even have kissed me after my not brushing my teeth since I was abducted?
While I brushed my teeth, he ran a bath, even adding bubble bath! The bathroom immediately took on the smell of lavender. Tears formed in my eyes again. This was heaven. Surely Connor had killed me and I was in heaven or I was dreaming. I’d wake in a moment and be back in my cell realizing it was all a dream.
Turning to the sink I spit out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth, placing my toothbrush next to his in the holder. I actually giggled, seeing our toothbrushes side by side, like this was the most normal situation in the world. The comment Lance had made before he left about me nagging like a worried wife came to mind, making the giggle turn to a snort of laughter.
“You okay?”
My laughter simmered, but the grin remained. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.”
Looking up, I caught my reflection in the mirror and gasped, the smile completely wiped from my face. I looked horrid. Dark circles lay under my eyes and my once heart-shaped face was taking on a long narrow look, my already slender frame had lost even more weight and I was becoming sickly thin. After a minute of staring at myself in the mirror, a part of me mourning the loss of the girl I used to be and was beginning to doubt I’d ever be again, I turned to see him staring at me, but not saying a word.
“I look bad.”
He took a deep breath in and slowly released it. “Life is rough here and it takes a toll on the bodies of the women, which is part of the reason why we try to get you guys in and out quick. But you still look beautiful.”
“Yeah, sure.” I didn’t feel beautiful. I’d always considered myself cute; after seeing my reflection in the mirror I no longer thought that. I was beginning to look like a drug addict. It made me thankful they didn’t have mirrors anywhere in the dungeon or training rooms of the compound. It took every ounce of willpower in me to turn to the side and see the thick gashes on my back, which were beginning to turn to scars.
“Come on, in the bath; it’ll make you feel better.” Taking my hand he led me to the bath and with a hand on my elbow helped me into the tub of warm water. He knelt by the tub watching me with an unreadable expression as I settled in until the suds came up to my chin. He was right, the soothing warm water felt good engulfing me in its embrace.
Lifting my leg with the tracking device in the air, I pointed to it. “I’m not going to get a shock from the water on this am I?”
“Waterproof. They have to be so we can shower the slaves without bothering to take them off.”
I took a deep breath in and slowly released it, reclining back on the cool porcelain. Turning my head I gave Lance a smile. “Thank you.”
He cocked his head to the side, eyeing me. “For what?”
“For saving me, again.”
“Of course. I wanted to be back sooner, but I had a lot to take care of.” Grabbing the bottle of shampoo he flipped it open.
Dunking my head under the water I emerged, sputtering and laughing, then extended my hand for a glob of shampoo. After he squirted it into my hand I began to lather up. “What did you have to take care of?”
“Business stuff.” His body tensed. Seeing the tension in his body I realized the topic wasn’t open to discussion, not that I expected it to be in the first place. “I got everything I needed to get done, done. So…” he stood and grabbed a bottle from under the sink and passed it to me.
“Conditioner! Ohmygod!” My concerns on what he had done over the past few days evaporated seeing the conditioner. Rinsing the shampoo from my hair I accepted the conditioner and was hit by a huge bout of guilt. I was with him enjoying a warm bubble bath and getting to shampoo and condition my hair and Becca and the other girls were suffering. It made the experience bittersweet to say the least.
“Call to me when you want towels.” Lance rose to his feet and left me to finish up.
I think I spent more time in the bath than I ever had; by the time I called out to Lance for towels my fingers and toes had become shrivelled prunes. I vowed to myself I wouldn’t tell the girls about being here with him, I’d downplay my time here, there was no point in making them feel bad and envious, which I knew it would do because I knew I’d feel that way.
Lance placed a mat on the floor and then held a fluffy blue towel up as I stepped out, wrapping it around my body and then passing another one to me for my hair. I quickly wrapped the spare towel around my hair, turban-style.
“There’s something we need to do before I take you to your surprise.”
“Alright…”
Grabbing my hips he lifted me and helped me up and onto the countertop and then bent, opened the cabinet under the sink and produced some shaving cream and a
razor. My brow furrowed, curious on what he planned on doing. When he tugged my towel open and stepped between my legs, parting them wide, I inhaled sharply knowing exactly what he hand in mind.
I let out an unsteady breath, my fingers clutching the counter under me as my pussy immediately began to throb with need.
“I won’t hurt you.” Mistaking my sharp intake of breath as fear he looked up to catch my gaze, as he shook the can and sprayed some of the cream into his hand.
“I know.” I watched as he spread the cream over my mound and lips, coating the blonde stubble that had begun to grow, I spread my legs wider and leaned back against the mirror on the wall giving him better access, exposing myself fully to him. I let out another unsteady breath. The last time I had this done I’d cringed and thought I would die from humiliation, but this time, I don’t think I could have been more turned on.
He slipped his index finger between my folds and took a moment to stroke my clit, sending a tremor through me and I moaned softly. Chuckling he removed his finger from me and I groaned my protest. “Later, pet.”
Picking up the razor, Lance started with the top of my mound and began to strip away the cream and the stubble with it. With each stroke of the razor my excitement built until I could feel my juices slipping from me and slipping down my ass and I began to grind against the razor.
“Stop moving or I’ll end up cutting you baby,” he chastised with a grin on his lips.
“My God, I can’t help it, you’re getting me worked up. It’s your fault I want you.” I did my best to remain still, despite every nerve in my body being on edge and the urge to have him fucking me was nearly unbearable.
He worked silently and if it wasn’t for the large bulge pressing against the front of his jeans I would have thought that performing such an intimate act wasn’t effecting him.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as he finished and straightened. Dropping the razor into the sink, he grabbed a facecloth, dampened it and began to wipe me down, removing all traces of hair and cream that remained. Once done, he bent and brushed his lips across my mouth, kissing me lightly between my legs.
