Blood Red Rose

by Fawn Bailey

  It was impossible to sleep. My eyes wouldn’t stay closed for longer than a few minutes at a time. Pleasure kept waking me up, making me shake with the unbearable warmth spreading through my body. It felt like I was working up to something, my body slowly building and building some more to a pleasure I couldn’t even imagine. Yet it didn’t happen. Either my body was too weak, or the vibrations weren’t strong enough. I was left captured in a world between the two extremes – pain and pleasure, left hanging by nothing but a thread, unable to reach either extreme.

  My body shook, and my limbs trembled as the toy kept working me. I kept spasming, crying out and sobbing softly around the panties in my mouth. I tried lifting myself on my toes, high enough to push the thing out of me, but he’d tightened the ropes tying my legs to the chair and I couldn’t get high enough. I could only push it hallway out, and there was no option but to let it sink back in again. Halfway through the night, I realized I would have to pee soon, and embarrassment made me scream against the wet lacy fabric. I wouldn’t humiliate myself like this, I wouldn’t pee in that spot. I would keep it in until he let me go.

  Hatred burned through my veins faster than adrenaline, urging me to concoct plans of Ellis’s demise. I hated him so much and blamed him and him alone for placing me in the horrible mansion.

  Sleep kept evading me, and I shook through the night, only a touch of my finger away from something I didn’t yet understand – an orgasm that would rock me to my very core. Yet he’d purposefully made me choose the lesser of two evils, keeping my virginity intact and sacred for the time being while making me pick the option that was much more torturous than the alternative. He was working against me. Despite his use of my name, his occasional kindness, Ellis was an evil man, and I hated him.

  The urge to pee was overwhelming, and I spent the last few hours alternating between screaming and sobbing against the lace panties.

  When the door flew open, I was cramping up, my voice gone, and all my spirits buried.

  “Hello, little one,” his voice greeted me, and my body shook with anger. “It’s been four hours. I’m going to go easy on you, because you’re new.”

  I was in so much pain I barely heard him speak. My ass was burning, the toy relentlessly vibrating inside me, stretching me so impossibly wide I wanted to scream, but the gag in my mouth wouldn’t let a single moan leave my lips.

  He removed his tie and took the panties out first, and I inhaled hungrily, nearly choking on oxygen. He lowered himself to his knees and brought out a knife, the steel glinting in the darkness, the only light coming from the door that he’d left ajar. I eyed it with a mix of hope and fear, thinking maybe I could run past him fast enough. But I didn’t keep my eyes on it for too long, so he wouldn’t suspect me of any foul thoughts.

  He cut through the ropes around my legs, and then around my wrists, and made me lean on him as he reached behind me, touching the toy.

  “Oh, little one,” he muttered against my shoulder. “You must be so fucking sore. I wish I could fuck that bruised little asshole right now. My cum would make it feel so much better.”

  I gasped against his skin as he toyed with the vibrator, turning the setting off and pushing it deeper into me. I wanted to kiss and bite him at the same time, anger leaking through my pores.

  “Like it?” he asked gently, grabbing the end of the toy and twisting it inside me.

  I grabbed onto him and whimpered, and then without warning, he pulled the vibrator out of me.

  I felt impossibly lightheaded as he tossed it to the ground, my whole body sagging against him. My legs shook uncontrollably, drumming against the floor as he held me up. My body convulsed, and I cried out for him while he held on tight, his hands massaging my bare ass.

  “It’s okay,” he promised. “You’ll be just fine, I promise you, it’ll pass, you’re going to be okay.”

  “You don’t e-even know,” I stuttered, and he chuckled softly, spanking my ass a single time.

  “Oh, I know,” he promised me. “Not my first time, little one, just yours.”

  I hated him in that moment, hated him because of the jealousy that threatened to override my whole system, and hated myself even more, knowing that I could feel jealousy for this monster.

  He rested me back into the chair before turning to clean the toy. For a second, his back was to me, and I saw my chance to escape.

  I got up and made a dash for the door.

  But before I could take a second step, my body collapsed and I landed in a heap on the floor.

  Ellis didn’t even turn his head towards me.

  “You may feel a little paralyzed,” he told me simply. “You’ve been uncomfortable all night. Best to let your body adjust.”

  He put the toy back in the chest and then approached my wheezing body without mentioning my failed attempt to escape. Part of me wondered whether he was trying to protect me from further punishment, while another part thought he’d left the door open on purpose, taunting me with an impossible escape. Either way, I despised him more than ever.

  He picked me up off the floor as if I weighed nothing. He gathered my sweaty, cold body in his hands and I clung to him, because there was nothing else to hold on to.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said gently, and I whimpered against him, nodding softly. “Come on, little one, things will feel better after a nice hot shower.”

  “Thank you,” I whispered against his skin, and he smoothed my hair down like I was a little girl.

  “You’re welcome,” he said back. “If you’re good, I’ll even let you clean me with your pretty pouty mouth.”

  Welcome back, Ellis, I thought bitterly.

  12

  Harlow

  Ellis had told me I would have my first orgasm the next day.

  He didn’t tell me how or when it would happen, but I could barely sleep all night. I woke up drenched in sweat, my body desperately twisted in an effort to catch at least a wink of rest. But it was impossible, and around half past six, I finally decided to give up and just get up.

  I wandered around my room aimlessly as I waited for breakfast to be sent up. I’d never felt more like a captive than that morning, my body and mind desperate for some kind of stimulation that didn’t just involve sex. I wanted to go outside, feel the sun and the breeze on my skin. I moved to the window and stared at the view below me, once again wondering where in the world I was.

  The beach was bathed in sunlight, and the ocean looked especially inviting that morning. I turned away from it after a few minutes, unable to bear the thought of maybe never leaving the room again. I was still desperate to fight my oppressors, but I was running low on ideas and chances to do so. Their punishments were swift and evil, and I didn’t want them to put me back in the bad cell. I’d seen a girl be dragged down only a few days prior, her mouth open in an endless scream when they threw her into the darkness of the prison.

  Breakfast was delivered on time as always, once again by the mute maid. I ate in silence after the woman left, but I had no appetite.

  I was nervous, my body shaking and my legs trembling while I ate. I tried to keep them steady but failed miserably, fear overpowering any other emotion in my body.

  The day went by like this, with me anticipating something huge to happen, and turning to stare at the door every time I heard the smallest noise. And then, finally, the door flew open and Ellis walked inside wearing a big smile and holding a chain in his fingers.

  I shrank back from him, but he reached me easily.

  “Kneel,” he said darkly, and I dropped to my knees, my eyes fixed on his. I knew better than to fight back. The bad cell was waiting for its next victim.

  He placed a collar around my throat, not a proper one, but a silver chain contraption that made me feel like a dog on a leash. Ellis’s hand lingered over my cheek, and he petted my head telling me I was a good girl. Oddly, the words felt soothing and calming, and I managed to relax a little.

  “Come with me,” he said. I
tried to get up, but his boot kicked me swiftly between the ribs. I gasped at the sudden pain, but it wasn’t a hard hit and it subsided in seconds. “Crawl for me, little one.”

  I followed him out of the room, and with my white dress riding up I felt impossibly exposed, my panties on view to anyone who wanted to take a look. Thankfully I hadn’t been wearing shoes, which I was sure I’d be scolded for later.

  He took me down the hallway and kept going until my knees grew sore from the hardwood and carpet rubbing against them. Finally, Ellis came to a stop in front of a tall dark door. We hadn’t run into a single person on our way there, but when he unlocked the door, I saw we weren’t alone any longer.

  There was a couple in the room, and they were fucking.

  The guy’s cock was buried inside her, and he was pounding mercilessly as she held onto a pole, her wrists tied to it. She was crying, begging him to keep going.

  Embarrassed, I averted my gaze. I couldn’t bear to look at them. It felt so… intimate, so wrong to be witnessing them doing it. But Ellis grabbed my ponytail, pulling on it hard and making me look up at them.

  “Watch,” he whispered. “Because that’s going to be you soon enough. And all three of us are going to play with your young little body.”

  I mewled and he put his fingers over my mouth, effectively shutting me up. I watched with dilated pupils as the man pulled out of the girl, her moaning turning into whimpers as he looked at us.

  “Is that my new toy?” he asked.

  His voice was dark and accented, maybe Russian. He was handsome, in a model-like way, with dark, closely-cropped hair and a face that made me think my own was inadequate. His body was toned to perfection, the sharp V of his hips stark, and his cock hard and long. It had a piercing at the very end.

  “This is her,” Ellis said with a grin. “Go on, little one, say hello.”

  I shrank back and tried to hide behind his legs, but he kicked me forward. I wanted to kill him, but I didn’t so much as dare to give him a dirty look. Instead, I let the newcomer touch me, his fingers rough against my cheek as he turned me from side to side. He was treating me like a piece of meat. Tears of humiliation burned the back of my eyes.

  “Why isn’t she naked?” the man asked, and I bit back a sob. “Get her clothes off.”

  I got the feeling the man was superior to Ellis somehow because he obeyed the order right away. He leaned down and brought out his trusty knife, and I watched him ruin another dress while I shivered. He didn’t stop there, though. He had to destroy my white lacy bralette and panties as well until I was left shivering and completely naked. I tried to cover my body with my hands, but they didn’t even seem to care about me anymore. Instead, the man talked to Ellis while they walked over to the other girl, cutting her down. She giggled, and I hated her for her weakness. Like she was fucking loving this.

  Choosing to ignore the wetness between my own legs, I looked at the floor sullenly. I didn’t want this to happen. Not before I’d tried to escape.

  But there was nowhere to go. The door was closed now, and Ellis had used his card to get us in there. I wasn’t getting out anytime soon.

  This time, I saw three pairs of legs in front of me. I looked up.

  The girl stood in front of me, unabashedly naked and looking with adoring eyes at the man who had been fucking her earlier. She looked at him like she would do anything he said, as did Ellis.

  The man I didn’t know took me in his arms and I twisted against him as he carried me over to a raised mattress in the center of the room. He climbed stairs to reach it, the bed sunk into the ground. He placed me down on it, smoothing my hair off my face almost as if he gave a shit about me. There was a billowing canopy around us and had I not known better, I could have almost pretended I was in a romantic setting.

  That is until all three of them surrounded me.

  “Have you ever made yourself come before?”

  I twitched when she whispered the words in my ear, giving me a sweet look of worry as she sat close to me.

  I shook my head no. I wouldn’t grace her with my words.

  “Poor thing,” she said sadly, and I wondered what she meant, but was too proud to open my mouth and ask.

  She was beautiful, but that wasn’t a surprise. All the girls in there were gorgeous. Her skin was dark, and so was her hair. Her eyes were a light brown and she had gorgeous features, and a body to die for. She was built like a model, just like the man next to her. Ellis was handsome as well, but not in a model-like way. His looks came from the ruggedness and the dark intentions so plainly visible in his eyes.

  The girl grabbed my hands and pulled them above me, pinning them above my head. I tried to resist her, but she wouldn’t let go, and then suddenly, the other man was between my legs.

  “I want the first time you come to be on my tongue,” he told me, and I whimpered, resisting them both.

  I realized Ellis had moved behind the girl and pulled his cock out, aiming it between her legs as she held me down.

  This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be happening. I was trapped with no way out, surrounded by them and being forced into something I didn’t want. Yet when the man tapped my naked pussy with his palm, my legs opened on instinct, making him laugh.

  “It’s a reflex,” he told Ellis, shaking his head with a wide smile. “They all do it.”

  The thought made me feel sick. I was most definitely not the first girl they were doing this to, and what made matters worse was that the girl seemed to be in on it.

  He sank his head between my legs and I screamed when his mouth touched me.

  It felt so wrong. To be touched there, where no one had put his hand before. To have him caressing such a private part of me with his tongue… I wanted to curl up in shame and die. And I hated that my body responded, the way my hips bucked and pressed close against his smiling mouth as he teased me into submission.

  He wasn’t just licking. His mouth was sucking, kissing, smothering me. He was drinking from me like I was a faucet, and I fought back tears as my blood pressure started rising, something I didn’t understand building inside me and making me impossibly desperate for more of what he was offering.

  I looked up at the girl above me, begging her for mercy, but her own eyes were fluttering closed and I realized Ellis was fucking her right there, on top of me.

  My body fought against her grip hard, but she held on. I wanted to get away almost as much as I wanted to push the man’s head deeper between my legs. Somehow, I managed to rip free of the girl’s touch, and I gasped in surprise, fighting with everything I had in me as the man made a grab for me. I tried to crawl away, desperate to escape, but he held me up as if I was a doll and slammed me back into the mattress.

  “Not so fast,” he growled, his chest like a marble sculpture above me. “Where do you think you’re going, little bitch? And here I was, trying to make things easy for you. I guess we’ll have to go hard instead.”

  I heard the dark-haired girl moan as Ellis pulled out, and they surrounded me. The girl looked angry, and she glared at me as she muttered, “Should have behaved.”

  Ellis raised my ass off the mattress, and I felt his rough, strong fingers exploring between my legs.

  “Don’t,” I begged him. “Don’t break it, please…”

  “She doesn’t want you to pop her cherry?” the man asked, amused. “And you’re letting her?”

  I saw Ellis clench his teeth together, and hated the man for reminding him of something he could see as a weakness. He was desperate to prove how in control he was, and I was terrified whenever he got that look in his eyes. Like he needed to show me and teach me a lesson.

  I swallowed thickly as he pushed a finger into my ass. I tried not to make a sound, so I wouldn’t piss him off more. And then I felt the girl touching my tits, running her fingers over my nipples and making me squirm.

  The other man spat on his cock, and I watched with fear as he approached me.

  “Please don’t,” I begged
shamelessly. “Please don’t do it. Please don’t fuck me.”

  “Well,” he said brightly. “Now she knows how to beg.”

  “Please!” I tried one last time.

  The thought of losing my virginity there was heartbreaking. I couldn’t let it happen. I couldn’t let it happen with these people. I’d been saving myself for so long, not seeing any guys and not dating anyone, saving it for someone special. And I didn’t want it to be Ellis, let alone this man I’d never even seen before.

  “Don’t,” I whispered, and his eyes burned into mine.

  I had a feeling an unspoken agreement passed between us then, with him understanding this was something sacred to me, something I needed to keep to stay sane. And he seemed to agree.

  He sank back between my legs and licked me ever so slowly, and this time, he didn’t let go when my body started to bend for him. And the woman didn’t let go either, squeezing hard at my breasts, and I moaned like a needy slut as Ellis pushed two fingers up my ass.

  I felt the same feeling building, the tension rising and rising as did the small of my back, lifting from the mattress. The tips of my toes tightened into points like they did when I danced, and my body spasmed desperately.

  My first orgasm happened with a woman squeezing my tits, a man fucking my ass with his fingers, and another man sucking my clit. I cried out as I felt it coming, washing over me like a wave of fear mixed with the greatest pleasure as my whole body trembled.

  But the second the tearful, desperate sound tore from my lips, I realized they weren’t nearly done yet.

  This was just the beginning.

  13

  Harlow

  3 months later

  “We are going to play a little game, just you and me.”

  I stared up at Ellis from my kneeling position.

  My limbs were tied together with a silk rope, not meant to hurt or cut into my skin, just immobilize me enough that he could do whatever he wanted with me. There was a trace of fresh tears on my face and my back still burned from the lashings with the whip he’d used before.