by Ker Dukey
Watching the horror and shock in her cat-like eyes through the mirrored wall keeping me from her but able to see everything made me smile. Malik locked her hands behind her back. Defeat shone clear in her features when Theo told her they weren’t there to serve her. Her memories wouldn’t let her remember that she did, in fact, have people to wait on her hand and foot.
The door clicked open behind me, alerting me to Theo’s presence. I could smell his suffocating aftershave before seeing him. The heavy footfall that followed told me Malik had entered behind him.
“What do you think she will do?” Malik asked, coming to stand next to me as we looked at my prize biting her lip, gazing longingly at the water and food placed a meter away from her.
I took in a lungful of air then exhaled, studying her before replying with the only answer there was. “She will go to her basic instincts… survival.”
Her body shuffled forward, her face pinching with a wince. The cold floor would be uncomfortable and scrape the soft velvet flesh of her ass. A tiny screech rushed from her chest when her body tumbled forward, her shoulder taking the brunt of the impact and saving her exquisite face.
“Is this necessary?”
I glowered at Malik. “Yes! Now shut up and leave. I don’t pay you to have compassion. It’s a weakness that won’t serve you well.”
He looked to the floor, refusing my stern gaze. “I just meant stage two will give you the same results, right?”
His questioning irritated me. He was the hired help, nothing more. If he hadn’t been with me for over a decade and loyal to a fault, I wouldn’t have tolerated his brazen questioning.
“She’s ignoring the food,” Theo said, dragging my temper back into the dark depths where it lived, waiting to get its hands on its true prey.
She had shuffled her body to the water bowl. Her soft red cheek tipped the bowl so some poured into her open mouth but most dampened her face and hair, trickling down to form a puddle beside her face on the floor. She growled in frustration, making my cock harden. I was an asshole for getting off on her in such a distraught state but I didn’t hide my perversions. I liked to see a woman naked and bound, and this one was special, the pleasure greater than any I had experienced before, and this was just the beginning.
I watched her pull herself into a sitting position then get to her feet, her petite body shaking gently. She was impressive. She made her way to the bed and curled up into a ball. I nodded to Theo; within seconds the light went out and night vision cameras displayed her on the twenty monitors set up against the far wall behind me.
“Once she comes around to eating what’s been offered, we’ll move on to phase two.”
Theo smiled up at me, the little bastard. It’s amazing what people will do for money.
I ran my finger over my bottom lip as I watched her sleep. She’d taken advantage of the time we’d left her alone, and she was deep into a few hours’ sleep. I couldn’t move from the window, watching the soft lift and fall of her chest, her firm tits rising and falling provocatively, taunting me.
My dick hardened as I imagined my teeth biting down on her large dusky pink nipples, making her cry out as she fisted my hair in her fingers and demanded more from me. Because she would, I knew she would demand it before this chapter came to an end.
She stirred, turning onto her back. Her tits stood firm, showing off another of her perfect features as her hands remained clasped behind her back. I groaned and yanked out my cock, giving in to its command. Shivering with the first stroke, I squeezed my fist tight as I slid my grip over the swollen head.
Star frowned, her nightmares twisting her striking features into contorted fear. My sick mind saw only pleasure on her face, how she would look and cry out as I rammed into her tight, wet little cunt. My breathing sped up as I imagined her pinned between me and the wall, my cock slamming in and out of her as she screamed in both pain and pleasure. Her legs would wrap around my waist as she took more and more, until the pain turned into a frenzied want for climax. She would tear at my hair, bite my neck and scratch at my skin with her nails as I rammed into her one last time in a deep, hard final thrust.
Cum shot from my dick and I struggled to contain it in my hand quick enough. I groaned loudly as the echo of Star’s scream filled my ears, her pleasure loud and ferocious.
I yanked a tissue from the box on my desk and cleaned myself up before screwing it up and tossing it into the waste basket.
I sighed and looked at my petite little captive. She needed to eat. I needed her to eat. She would need all the strength she could get. A grin grew on my face when I pictured what was to come. The pretty little princess with the fake smile wouldn’t know what had hit her when it all started. But she’d asked for this. For a long time now, and I wasn’t usually one for patience.
I STARED AT THE SCUFF mark on the wall. I couldn’t divert my gaze from it without pain taking my breath from my lungs. It seemed to aid me as it kept my concentration on something even through the dim light in the room, my mind deciphering images and creating tiny pictures from each grey mark.
Exhaustion had overtaken me hours ago and I’d slept, only to wake once again to the nightmare that had found me. I didn’t have the energy to climb from the bed and attempt to eat or drink what they left me hours ago. For one my teeth were too sensitive, every nerve in my retracted gums screeching in agony as the cold air in the room tingled. And for two, food was the last thing on my mind. I didn’t attempt the water, although I was so thirsty. I couldn’t be bothered. I wanted to die, and I hoped that dehydration took me before the bastards who held me there did. Dramatic? Maybe, but my body lacked the basics to even function and the fear of what awaited me when the men returned morphed my thoughts into horror-filled scenarios, none ending well for me.
A click that sounded louder than it actually was alerted me to company before the eruption of light did. I didn’t move. Although I had essentially given up, fear and dread still held my lungs tight as my muscles twitched in readiness.
I could smell a slight masculine aroma, not too strong but faintly heady and citrusy. I was mesmerized by how receptive my hearing was when each tiny breath of my companion filtered into my head, each inhalation sounding thunderous in the still silence of the room.
I frowned to myself when after a while, although the faint breathing still told me of his presence, nothing else did. He hadn’t spoken, moved an inch or made any other sound.
Curiosity won over and I turned slowly. If I’d had the energy to widen my eyes then I would have. Something flashed in my mind but as quickly as it came, it disappeared. He was tall, his firm body covered in muscles that caused me to stare. His thick, dark hair was cut short but not harsh, a slight length to the top. But it was his eyes that caused my breath to exit in short little spurts. They were so familiar yet so foreign. A shiver glided up my spine, tricking my brain into a false sense of home. I blinked at him when an intense coldness reflected back from them.
“Hello, Star.”
Star? I didn’t reply. He continued to stare at me from his position across the room. He leaned back against the wall, his thick arms crossed over his chest, watching me with a slight tilt to his head.
“Is…” The words stuck in my dry throat when he quirked a brow at me. Fear trickled through my veins and my chest heaved as the use of my voice box triggered a tickle in my scratchy throat, causing me to cough and splutter. He didn’t assist me, just watched as I coughed and hacked at the dryness.
“Maybe if you stopped being so stubborn and had a drink, then you wouldn’t have that problem.”
I frowned at him. He huffed and rolled his eyes as he pushed away from the wall. His slow walk across the room towards me saw me inching across the bed until the wall stopped me from moving any further. He leaned over me, grabbing hold of my wrists.
“Don’t hurt me,” I whimpered, although the pain from my raw wrists under his heated palms and the bite of the cuffs already hurt so much. I wanted to scream for
him to release me and dip them in ice to cool the sting throbbing beneath the torn skin, matching the thud from my heart rampantly beating in my chest.
He shook his head and fiddled with my cuffs until they snapped open. He rubbed at my skin furiously as I sank further back from him, my eyes wide and frightened as I froze in fear.
He eventually moved back and held out a bottle of water. “Drink.”
I blinked. I hadn’t seen it in his hand before but then I realized it had probably been tucked under his arm. I lowered my gaze to the bottle and eyed it warily.
“It’s only water.”
Knowing but not caring that it was probably laced with poison, I snatched it from his hand and unscrewed the cap before taking long, greedy pulls of water.
“Sip it.”
I lifted my eyes to him, still guzzling at the bottle ravenously. The cool water felt like honey coating my throat, appearing to have healing properties as it soothed the abrasion lining my esophagus and quenched the unbelievable dryness in my mouth; however when it reached my stomach it was made of liquid fire. Cramp and spasms immediately caused me to double over and clench at the pain searing through me.
The man sighed and shook his head. “Always were the defiant one.”
I looked up at him when my belly eased its rebellion. “You… Do I know you?” My own voice sounded foreign to my ears but I swallowed back the loneliness it created inside.
He smirked but didn’t answer. Watching him carefully, he winked then turned around. “Eat,” he ordered before opening the door and slipping through, quietly pulling it closed behind him, the tell-tale click of the lock once more notifying me of my solitude.
What the hell had just happened? I was suddenly so angry. How dare they treat me like this? I didn’t deserve this. Although I had no idea what I deserved or not, I knew in my soul that I wasn’t a bad person. I couldn’t actually remember being nice, or if I had been happy but I distinguished the goodness inside me. I knew wrong from right, even though I didn’t have a clue what kind of personality I had.
The emptiness inside my head brought the furious release of tears until I sat hugging my knees on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. I didn’t know what to do. I had no idea of what would happen to me, never mind what… what anything. Damn it! It was all a jumbled heap of nothing in my head, a deep chasm filled with swirls that wanted me to grab onto them but I couldn’t reach. Each memory was a spitting flash inside my mind that fizzled out when I thought I had grasped it.
“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?” I screamed as I launched the bottle across the room, and it bounced off the steel door, rolling across the floor and coming to a stop at the base of the bed. “CAN YOU HEAR ME? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?”
My throat squealed at the sudden violence after the period of inactivity but I didn’t care, it was just another pain on top of all the other ones, all of them blending together until all I felt was one solid mass of agony. “LET ME OUT, GOD DAMN YOU! LET ME GO!!”
I shot up off the bed, my legs giving way. The fury racing through me gave me the strength to clamber back up and stumble towards the door. “LET ME OUT!”
I fisted the door, not caring that the steel was impenetrable or that bruising and grazes were breaking out over the paleness of the soft skin on my hands. I didn’t care that my throat blazed with pain, or that snot streamed down my face with the torrent of my tears. I didn’t care that my bladder gave up and emptied itself on the floor around me. I didn’t care that my forehead hit the door with a heavy thud when I slid down it, collapsing on a heap on the floor.
All I cared about, all I wanted, was to get out. I wanted to go home, wherever home was. I wanted a mother’s love, or the strong embrace of a lover, if I even had one. I wanted the security of knowing who the hell I was. I prayed to get through this alive. But most of all, I wanted to die because the unknown was a silent death of a soul. They had stripped me of everything; I felt violated beyond anything they could do to my body. They had raped my mind. How? Why? “WHY?” I choked, my voice box refusing me any sound so it was just a silent scream.
EVEN IN HER CONDITION SHE still had a hint of cherry blossom scent from her lotion. Her now unruly hair still had a commercial shine one could only achieve from expensive products. She was still the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on and I hated it with so much fucking passion it fueled the anger simmering under the surface. I let the rage burn in my veins, fueling me for what was to come next.
“Malik,” I barked into the phone. “Shower time.”
I stood outside the door as Malik gathered Star from the ground, her naked trim body in the same position she had collapsed in after her bladder finally failed her. She had held out longer than I thought. His fist encompassed her upper arm as he half guided, half dragged her body. Her eyes didn’t lift to look at me as she moved past me. She was defeated. The smile gracing my lips should have been bigger but I wanted more from her before I would let the power of victory settle inside me.
I followed them to the shower room I had installed especially for this retribution: A fifteen foot square room, tiled from floor to ceiling with a row of powerful jets against one wall offering hot water to rain down, the other end a hose attached to a cold tap offering an icy awakening.
I watched with mirth as her steps faltered. Her head rose to take in the other female in front of her, naked under the hot spray of the shower. I came up behind her, making her startle when I whispered in her ear, “This is Maria.”
Malik released his hold, causing her to stagger. I grasped her in my grip, pulling her back against my front before continuing my taunt. “She drank her water and ate the food kindly given as a gift to her. She also held her bladder and didn’t piss herself like a fucking rodent,” I snarled, forcing her body away from mine with a shove. Her body gave out, stumbling forward, falling and colliding with the tiled wall.
Malik was already aiming the hose in her direction. I turned my gaze to him and gave him a firm nod. A screech retched from her lungs, the shrill echo ricocheting off the walls, before turning into shocked pants. The chilled mist coated my face as the ice torrent blasted over her naked form. She curled into herself as she tried to protect her body from the bitter assault. I relished in her broken stuttering voice begging for it to stop, her lips turning a deep mauve signalling the temperature of her shower matched the liquid ice in my heart.
“Enough!” I ordered. The shower and hose ceased, the only sound echoing in the room coming from Star’s teeth violently knocking together, her soft whimpers muffled from the vibration of her shivers.
“Will you be more grateful, Star, and enjoy the gifts I grant you?” I mocked. Her eyes slashed to me, betraying her thoughts forming images of my death in her mind. My deep chuckle rang out into the room.
Theo appeared beside me with her bowl, the bread inside now stale and hard. I took it from him and placed it down in front of her, her body shaking with such intensity she looked like one of those hula dolls stupid fucks put on their dashboards. I watched the battle in her eyes as she stared down at the bread. Her jittering hand reached out and snatched at it. She huddled further into the wall, bringing the bread to her lips, her nibbling reminding me of a pet hamster called Ginger my parents had bought me as a child ; the little fur ball had fascinated me and switched on my curiosity with science.
Star’s actions brought my attention back to her. Pain flashed across her eyes, making her brow furrow. Her hand wrap around her stomach which rebelled against the intrusion of sustenance after being starved. Eyes lowering, she continued to nibble at it regardless.
Twenty minutes later she finally finished. Her body tensed as she forced the final swallow down.
“Good girl, now take a shower.” She solidified, her head swiveling to the hose abandoned on the floor. My answering grin had her body scooting away. “Calm down, Belle.” I enunciated the words, letting her know it was a command more than a suggestion. “You will learn quickly that what I reward you with is a
gift and should be accepted as such and appreciated. My leniency to ungrateful, stubborn bitches is minute.”
I stepped forward, clasping my hands around her cold, damp arms and lifted her with little effort, bringing her body to mine. It betrayed her mind, seeking out the heat my body offered, pressing into me and making me hold back a groan. My body was also a traitorous bastard and wanted inside her more than it wanted to see her cry …Well maybe inside her while she cried.
“Go warm your skin under the shower, Belle. You feel like a corpse and necrophilia is not a fetish I favor.”
My cock stiffened at her intake of breath, her head tipping up to find my face, jade irises being swallowed by her pupils. She diverted her gaze from mine as quickly as it found purchase. Tugging free from my hold and timidly taking steps to the shower it was then I noticed Maria was still in the room, as were Theo and Malik.
“Maria,” I barked. Her eyes lowered, her head bowing towards the floor as she took tentative steps to stand at my side. I reached up to cup her face, rewarding her obedience with a smile. “Theo has a gift for you.”
Her answering smile and whispered thank you was observed by Star. Theo handed Maria a small silk robe then left with Malik to wait outside. She slipped the smooth material over her mocha skin. She was a stunning woman but her beauty paled in comparison to Star’s. The robe sashayed down her body covering her hard dark nipples, toned flat stomach, and bare pussy, stopping mid-thigh.
“Do you like your gift, Maria?”
Her large chocolate eyes latched on to mine. “I do. Can I show you how much?” She asked.
My eyes sought out Star, standing in all her naked glory staring at the interaction, her mouth slightly open. I placed my hand on Maria’s shoulder, adding a small amount of pressure. She didn’t need much encouragement, willingly lowering to her knees. Her hands greedily came up to my belt buckle then dipped into the now open fly of my slacks. Her warm hand grasped my stiffening cock, exposing me to her mouth with haste. Her full lips sucked me straight into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat making her gag, her throat closing around me.
