by Lisa Gerkey
“Jensen, it feels so good. I’m going to come…”
I can feel her tight pussy clench against my fingers. I thrust even harder.
“Give it to me, baby. Come for me.”
I watch her close her beautiful eyes, and she throws her head back while she moans and rides her pleasure out on my hand.
“I’ve missed you so much, Jensen…”
I can handle the sex, but I can’t handle talking to her right now. I need to put distance between us, so I push her off my lap. I stand up, get my cock situated, and my clothes back in place. I go to the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge.
I look over and see Madison has curled herself into a tight ball.
There’s a little girl who needs her. If I break Madison to appease Malcolm, will I be able to put her back together for the sake of that little girl? My little girl.
My little girl. Those words are foreign to me, yet I can’t help but hope I can get Madison out of this mess safely, so I can get to know Jenny.
There are so many questions I want to ask Madison. I want to tell her the truth. I want to tell her I know everything, but I’m afraid if she knows, she’ll blow my cover. It’s best if she hates me, for now. It’s the only way I can make this work.
I go to the bedroom and find a soft blanket. I come back to the couch and drape it over Madison’s body. I get another beer from the kitchen and then settle in on the couch with her. Maybe I can make myself have a conversation with her now, after I’ve had time to let my body calm down from her.
“Tell me about the last four years, Madison. Where has life taken you?”
I reach for her feet peeking out from under the blanket and pull them into my lap.
“I’m not sure…”
She’s thinking too hard. Is this going to be like four years ago, when she didn’t find it important enough to tell me her age? Is she just going to come off with a bunch of random bullshit?
“Come on, we’re going to be stuck here together, might as well get used to talking to me.”
“I… I had a lot of problems the year after I met you. They were my problems, but they made things hard for my whole family. I moved to Tennessee, recently. I have an older sister who lives here. I’ve been working to get my nursing degree. I have things…other responsibilities that have slowed me down a bit. I had to find a way to both, work and go to school. I was working at a little diner. That’s where they, Malcolm’s men, found me one night when I was getting off work.”
I can tell having to rehash it all is hard for her. My beer is empty, so I get up to fetch another.
“What kind of problems made you have to up and move?”
I want to see if she will be honest with me. I return to the couch, pulling her feet back into my lap, and listen to her recall the same facts her parents have already given me.
“Do you have any idea who “X” is?”
I watch her closely to gauge her reaction.
“No. I’m not sure if it’s a woman or a man.” She shrugs her shoulders. “After everything Malcolm said, I believe it’s all his doing.”
A rap at the door startles us both.
“I need to see who’s at the door. I’m going to need to take the blanket.”
I pull the blanket from her naked body and roll it up into a tight ball and stuff it into a nearby closet.
“Get on the floor and kneel at the end of the couch.”
I’m glad she doesn’t argue. She scrambles to get into place.
When I open the door, I find the slimy little bastard, Jayson, standing there and grinning, not the least bit concerned with his mouth full of disgusting teeth.
“Boss wanted me to let you know we have a special guest. He wants her in the main room in an hour. He wanted me to let you know he expects to see her prepared.”
The asshole walks off cackling like some deranged idiot.
Fuck, I need to get my head in this. I don’t know what shit is going to go down. I don’t know who the special guest could be either. Ignoring Madison, who’s still on her knees at the end of the couch, I go to the bedroom.
I know she could run, but I don’t think she wants to see who’s gracing the halls of this haunted mansion any more than I do. I find the duffle bag I in the back of the closet, and dig out the burner phone. Shit, no messages and not one voice mail. Apparently, the guest isn’t someone on our radar.
I find the items I need, and then I call out for Madison to join me. Head down, she walks into the bedroom. No doubt she’s as uneasy as I feel about this meeting and what it all means. I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure everyone keeps their fucking hands off her. Except me. There’s no way around me having to touch her.
“Come here.”
I try a different approach this time. There’s no sense in scaring her to death. This can’t be prevented.
She walks until she’s standing directly in front of me.
“Jensen, I’m scared. What if…what if those men want to do things…I…I don’t think I can do that without putting up a fight, I just…”
I wish I could take her fear away. I’m fucking scared myself. I’ve been trained since I was eighteen years old to deal with shit, and I am shaking in my fucking shoes when I think about what they might try to do with her.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and take both of her hands and pull her between my legs, holding her in place.
“Look at me.”
She does. She focuses her sad, scared eyes right on me.
“The first thing we need to talk about is what you call me.”
I watch her to make sure she’s listening. She is.
“You can’t call me Jensen here. Okay? No one here knows my name.”
I watch her reaction to what I’ve told her.
“Master or Master William is what you’ll call me. Let me hear you say it.”
“Master,” she pauses for a few seconds. “Yes, sir, Master William, I understand. I can’t let anyone hear me call you Jensen, only Master or Master William.”
She repeats it like she’s rehearsing a line for a play.
Her eyes focus on the items sitting on the bed.
“I was instructed to prepare you, and this is what they want.”
I hope she can hear the apology in my voice. I slide back on the bed just a bit.
“Lay across my lap.”
When she doesn’t make any effort to move, I take her arm and pull her down and move her body until she’s draped over my lap. Her perfect round ass is right in front of me.
“I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to do this, but if you work with me a little bit then nothing I do to will hurt.
I reach up and run my hand from the back of her neck all the way down to her ass. I do this several times while I silently plead for her to relax and enjoy my touch. I part her legs. When I slip my finger through her folds and find she isn’t wet, I know she’s still put off by my touch. It nearly breaks me.
I drag us both further onto the bed and slide out from under her. She is still face down on her belly, her legs slightly parted. I stretch out on top of her with my body covering hers, but I keep my weight on my elbows. I tell myself as long as I can avoid those heart shaped lips, there’s no harm in having my lips on her body. I place open mouth kisses across her bare shoulder. I push her hair to one side, so I can nip and suck at the back of her neck. When she starts to squirm under me, I nearly shout because I know her body is warming up to me.
“Ahh, Jensen.”
Fuck, don’t call me that.
Instead, I say, “That’s right, baby. Don’t think. Just feel.”
I kiss my way down her spine, moving down the bed as I go. When I get to her ass, I spread her cheeks apart. I lick her from one entrance to the other. She moans loudly and raises her ass, she wants more. I take a pillow from the bed and place it under her stomach, raising her ass enough for what I need.
“Spread your legs.”
She follows the orders perf
ectly.
I use my fingers to strum her pussy a few times, and then I rub light circles around her clit.
“Ah, doll, you’re nice and wet for me now, just the way I like you.”
I reach for the bottle of lube and the plug. When the cool liquid hits her skin, I feel her body jerk, ready to fight, ready to run.
“Stay. Don’t move. It’s either me who does this, or someone else. Except, I wouldn’t bet someone else would bother with using a plug first. Let me play with you, Madison. I’ll go easy with it. I can make it feel good, if you’ll let me.”
I rub my lubricated fingers against her puckered hole. Sitting behind her raised ass, I have the perfect view. My cock is straining against my zipper, aching for Madison. I press my index finger against her hole while I play with her pussy with my other hand.
“Relax. Let me in.”
When I feel her body relax, I push into her slowly until I’m buried to the knuckle.
“Oh, my god, Jensen.”
She isn’t trying to get away anymore.
“Does it feel good, baby girl?”
I already know the answer. Her pussy clenches right before my eyes, trying to draw my thumb back in, but I keep teasing her while I pump the one finger in and out of her ass. When her body starts to tremble, I remove my hands. I pick up the plug and place it against her.
“This is going to be a little tighter. You’ll feel full with it inside you. It might hurt a little at first, but once it’s in, you won’t feel any pain. Are you ready?”
When she doesn’t answer, I bring my hand back and land a light smack on her ass.
“Answer me.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she pushes her ass out and nods her head to let me know she’s ready.
I work the plug in and out, penetrating her shallowly at first. Her pussy is dripping everywhere. She might not want to admit it, but I know she likes it, a lot. I give the plug one last push until it pops into place and at the same time, I slide two fingers into her heat and rapidly thrust them in and out. I’m not going to have her remember all this as something bad between us.
Chapter Twenty Two
“Madison”
I can’t stand the way my body betrays me with Jensen. I want to hate him, but every time he touches me, he gets the fire burning hot again.
Is he the enemy? Is he here to help me?
What’s in this for him? Malcolm must have brought Jensen here to train me, but why? How did he find him? I find it strange that Master G is gone, and then Jensen, no, not Jensen, Master William has replaced him.
Master G gave me orders, but, he never hurt me. Even when he helped me bathe, or dressed me, he always kept it impersonal, like it was just a job to him. Are Master G and Jensen somehow connected?
“How does that ass feel?”
Jensen comes back into the room. There’s no sign of the man who played my body so well just minutes ago.
“It’s…strange. I feel full. I…I’m not sure I can sit.”
I’m so humiliated because I have to walk around with this thing inside me. It’s uncomfortable as hell. By uncomfortable, I mean I’m still wet, and on the edge. It’s been too long since I’ve had him inside me. The orgasm he gave me earlier wasn’t enough to sate the desires I have.
“It’s time, Maddy. We need to go down to the main room. Remember the rules. Most importantly, never use my name in front of anyone.”
Like a good little pet, I follow Jens…Master William, eyes down and as naked as the day I was born. I would complain, but I think of the other girls and things I’ve witnessed them being forced to do. The girl they call Jaycee pops into my mind, but then I quickly push the thoughts out of my head. I don’t have time to worry about anyone else right now.
When we get to the doorway of the main room, Jensen turns to me.
“I’ll do my best to protect you. Don’t do anything to draw unnecessary attention to either of us.”
He places a kiss on my forehead, reminding me of the Jensen I knew before.
I peek up from under my lashes. People are standing all around the room. It doesn’t seem like we’ve been noticed.
I see women I haven’t seen before. One is on her knees with her face buried in an old gray haired man’s crotch. A different man has another girl bound to a wooden cross. She doesn’t look too dissatisfied. I’ve come to learn some of the girls play along with what’s happening just to cope with the inevitable.
Jaycee is dressed in a long semi-sheer robe that hangs long, but it’s open, so everyone can see what’s inside. She’s kneeling in the center of a circle made up of several disgusting men. No doubt, they’re preparing to take turns with her.
“Well, well, well. Guests, can I have your attention?”
Malcolm taps a piece of silverware against his champagne flute. He has a smug look on his face.
“Cinderella, would you care to join me?”
He roars with the gosh-awful laughter only he is capable of. It sends chills down my spine. Malcolm is evil. He’s a complete monster.
Jensen gives me a nod. He wants me to follow Malcolm’s orders. I don’t miss the look that graces his handsome face.
I slowly start to put one foot in front of the other to take a step.
“Nu uh, uh, uh, all sluts belong on the floor, on their knees. Crawl, Cinderella.”
Daggers come from his eyes as Malcolm stares, daring me to go against his orders.
I close my eyes and think of Jenny, my parents. I know I have no choice but to demean myself in front of everyone. I’m no better than Jaycee, or the young woman who ran out of here before. For a second, I take the time to wonder what happened to Lindsey.
I drop to my hands and knees and start to crawl. Head down, because I can’t do this if I see these people watch me. I hear mumbling and cat calls, and some of the men loudly announce their approval as they watch my body inch closer to the devil.
“Faster, we don’t have all night.”
Malcolm shouts, and then I feel his boot connect with my ass, moving me closer to the center of the room.
I see a different pair of shoes come into my line of sight. I start to fight when a mask is placed over my head to block my vision. I push against the arms that have me secured and hold me in place. No longer on my knees, I’m being lifted up, as I kick and thrash my legs.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
I bellow out and cry from the sudden pain when I feel something connect with my upper thigh. Someone is whipping me. I continue to fight.
Crack. Crack. A painful fire breaks out across my other thigh.
“Stop! Stop!”
I hear a lot of commotion taking place around me, but the mask covering my eyes is keeping me from seeing what’s happening.
I recognize her voice though…
Michelle?
Where did she come from?
“Can I have a moment with the slave, sir?”
“Be my guest, love. Maybe you can teach the bitch some obedience, Madam X.”
“Anything for you, Master Malcolm.”
When the hands holding me release their grip, I reach up to remove the mask covering my eyes. I look around the room, but I can’t find Jensen anywhere.
Finally, my eyes find my former best friend.
“Michelle, please…I don’t understand. I thought I was your friend.”
“Oh, sweet innocent little Mads, you don’t know anything, do you? Nothing at all. Don’t worry, we’ll see if we can bring you up to speed on a few things.”
“Fuck you, Michelle. I’m not going to let you do anything. I’m going to get out of here, and I’m going to get back home to my little girl. I’m going to make you pay for everything you’ve ever done to me.”
The whole room is in complete chaos, but I’m so surprised by everything I’ve just learned, for a minute, I forgot I’m still standing here naked, for everyone to see.
I see a gleam in his eyes when Jayson reaches for me.
“Don’t touch
me, you sick piece of…”
“Shut up, slut. He’s going to take you where we can be alone. I want to reconnect with my best friend.”
I hear Michelle’s witch-like laugh when I’m hauled over the shoulder of this creep, Jayson. I know it will take months to get the feel of his nasty hands washed from my skin.
Chapter Twenty Three
“Jensen”
Fuck. I knew I’d been set up. I had a bad feeling Malcolm arranged the little excuse of a dinner to lure Madison into a trap of some kind. The hardest thing I’ve ever done was turn around and follow Grant out of there when all hell broke loose.
I knew back when we were all in South Carolina, Michelle always seemed to have a problem with Madison. She was always mad and acting jealous, but Madison never seemed to pick up on it. I guess they’d been “friends” for so long she’d grown used to it.
“Fuck, Grant. We’ve got to get back in there and get her out. You know damn well whatever they have planned for her isn’t going to be something we can live with if we allow it to happen.”
“Don’t fucking talk to me about what might happen, Jensen! You haven’t seen shit. You have no idea how bad some of those women have had it.”
I watch my friend while he drives us to our office.
“You want to talk about it?”
I can tell something heavy is weighing on his mind.
“Nah, I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just get to the office, and see if we can work out a plan to get that damn place shut down.”
“I’m not going to sleep until we get Madison out of there. I don’t care how long it takes.”
I’m not giving the assholes we’re supposed to take our orders from very long to come up with a plan that works for them. I’m getting Madison out of there. I’ll rest and sleep after it’s done. Not a minute before.
“Sit down, Jensen.” Since Grant and I walked in here, I could tell something is bothering Jonathon. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this fired up over anything we’ve worked on.
“I’m not going to sit here on my ass for very long, Jon. I’m going back there with or without your permission.”
I watch a look pass between him and Grant. I’d bet money Jon’s already filled his brother in on a lot of shit they’ve kept hidden from me.
