Chapter 5
Jack
As I make my way to the room where Mistress Claire is waiting for me, I can’t help wondering about Mistress Ryland. I’m even more confused. Not once did she try anything with me. She just held my hand. When she drifted off to sleep, I relaxed enough to take in the feel of her hand on mine. It stirred something deep in me, something that closely resembled survival.
I knock once and then I let myself in. I close the door behind me and before I can kneel Mistress Claire comes to me.
“Ahh … there you are, my pet.” She kisses both my cheeks. She smiles up at me for a moment, as if I’m a precious possession.
“I want to take you hard today. I’ve had an awful week.”
I step out of my jeans before I start to undress Mistress Claire. I make sure to brush the back of my fingers against her skin. She likes that. When we’re both naked, I go to the bed and position my body over the length of it. I’m never on top. It’s one of the rules to always remind me that I’m a slave.
Mistress Claire crawls on top of me. She takes hold of my cock, positions it at her opening and then slides over me. It’s easy to just go through the actions with her. I don’t feel like I have to fight, as she’s not out to hurt me. She just wants a good fuck.
“Oh my, how I’ve missed your cock this week,” she murmurs as she starts to move up and down. She takes my hands and places them on her hips. “You know how much I love it when you touch me.”
I hold her for a while, and then she begs, “Dig your fingers in, my pet. I want to feel your strength on my body.”
I do as she asks, tightening my hold on her. She starts to bounce hard on me, and her breaths rasp over her parted lips. Just as she’s about to come she stops. Her face contorts into a lust filled smirk.
“I’ve been a bad girl, my pet.”
I scoot to the edge of the bed and she crawls over my lap.
“I have to be punished,” she purrs.
I slap her ass and she jerks against my legs.
“Harder. Hit me harder.”
I slap her harder, giving her what she wants until my palm stings.
She gets up and then sits on my lap with her back to me. She takes my cock in all the way and then starts to move faster again.
Taking my hands, she pulls my arms around her. She shoves one down between her legs, until it covers her pussy. I can feel as my cock slides in and out of her, and it makes a wave of disgust hit hard.
“Pinch me hard!”
My fingers find her nub, and I pinch it until she starts to convulse on top of me. She moans deeply as she finds the pleasure she’s paid for.
When she’s done coming, she gets up and goes to the bathroom.
I stay seated on the bed. Sometimes she wants to come more than once.
When she’s finished in the bathroom she gets dressed and it makes a wave of relief wash over me.
“That will be all for today, my pet.”
Her facial expression is always sad after an appointment with me. It’s as if she actually feels guilty for coming here.
I wake early on Saturday morning. Cameron always has an appointment for me on a Saturday night. Sometimes it’s a private party I have to attend, and sometimes it’s a one on one fuck.
I spend the day outside clearing weeds and tending to the gardens. When it’s late in the afternoon, I go back to my room. I eat the food that was left in my room at lunch time, before I go to get ready for the appointment.
Dressed in jeans and the leather bands, I leave to go to the room that is always assigned for the clients coming to see me. Most of the slaves are kept in a building separate from the main house. Sophia and I are kept in the house, on the ground floor. The visitors’ rooms are all on the second floor. The third floor is reserved for Cameron. Everything has its place here, exactly how Cameron wants it.
I knock once and open the door. With my eyes on the floor, I enter. I close the door behind me with a soft click. I go down into my kneeling position and wait for the orders to come.
I feel a soft pat on my head and icy chills race down my spine. Fuck. I close my eyes as anger and disgust explode in my chest.
“You may rise, Slave,” Mistress Westbrook purrs.
It’s seldom that she’ll book an appointment with me outside of a party. But when she does it’s a fucking nightmare. Heaviness fills my chest as I get up.
I glare at her, not even bothering to hide the hatred I feel.
“I’m disappointed that we didn’t get to finish the other night. You know what happens when I’m disappointed?”
I keep perfectly still. There is no need to answer her.
“Take off the jeans!” she snaps.
I just stare at her. She should know me better by now. I’ll never obey her.
Her face draws tight with rage. She raises her hand and when the palm of her hand connects with my cheek, I keep my eyes locked with hers. It only angers her more.
She starts to yank at the jeans and then shoves them down my legs. Once I’m bare, the old bitch grabs hold of my cock. I can’t stop the shiver of repulsion from spreading through my body. I hate this woman so much. She works roughly with me as she places the same straps from Thursday night around the base and at the head of my cock.
“If you don’t want me telling Cameron of your disobedience, you’ll do as you’re told. Go kneel on the bed.”
I wish I could kill her. I have a burning desire to wrap my hands around her next, and to force the air from her lungs until she’s nothing but a lifeless shell.
But, she will run to Cameron, and I can’t risk David’s safety for this woman.
I walk over to the bed and get on top of the covers. I kneel down in the same way Sophia does, with my cheek pressed against the covers, my knees open wide, and my ass in the air.
“Fuck him,” the old bitch barks at her spineless husband. He seldom talks and lets her have full control over every meeting.
I hear him move and then his cock presses against my ass. A burning sensation fills me as he pushes in. I close my eyes and try to let my mind escape to the gardens outside. I focus on the smell of the ground. I think of the plants and flowers.
An electric pulse sizzles up my cock, splintering my focus. My hips jerk just as Master Westbrook shoves back inside me. He groans loudly, and starts to thrust harder.
I grab fistfuls of the covers beneath me and press my face hard into it. I can’t find my escape again. Another electric pulse shoots through me, and my cock starts to harden.
Rage burns through me and before I can calm myself, I kick back. My foot slams into the man’s hip, and the blow sends him sprawling across the floor.
“That’s it!” The old bitch shrieks with delight. “Fight back, Slave. It will only make my victory so much better when I break you.”
The electric pulse hits again, much stronger than before. There’s no relief as the pulse keeps intensifying. It slams me back on the bed, lifting my hips off the mattress. It feels as if my cock is going to explode.
Fuck! Disgust overwhelms me and then cum spurts over my abdomen.
“It’s my turn,” Westbrook says with a voice filled with victory. My body is numb from the assault but I try to sit up so I can fucking fight back. Westbrook climbs on top of me, shoving me back down. “I told you I would make you come,” she gloats.
She smears the cum all over my cock and balls. Turning around, she straddles my chest, shoving her wrinkled ass in my face.
I feel degraded that I couldn’t stop myself from coming. It feels as if she’s won, and with that she’s taken a piece of my soul. I feel battered and ruined.
She licks the cum from my abdomen, cock and balls. Her teeth sink into my skin, but the pain is nothing compared to the devastation I feel.
She turns back around, and leaving the bands on, she takes my cock into her pussy. She’s never fucked me before. Only the old man fucks me.
She starts to ride me, and then the electric pulses start up again. My hips lift from the bed with the force of the electric pulse. She must feel it too because her body jerks against mine. She throws her head back as she fucking laughs, and then she presses the button on the small remote. Another violent electric pulse hits hard, and again my hips jerk, forcing my cock deeper inside of her.
She doesn’t let go of the button and the pulse is a constant attack on my cock. My ass is lifted off the bed as she bounces on top of me.
I can’t hold back the cry of utter abhorrence as my hips start to jerk, and another orgasm robs me of the last bit of self-respect I was clinging to.
She moans loudly as she comes. Finally, she lets go of the button controlling the Electrosex bands, and she gets off me.
I roll to my side and fight with everything I have to get up. My legs are shaking something fierce as I finally stand up. I see my cum as it’s running down the inside of her thighs, and a wave of disgust makes bile push up my throat.
She drags a finger through it, and holding it out to me, she sneers, “See, Slave. You’re nothing but a fuck.” She spits at me and then snaps, “Get out.”
I grab my jeans, pull them on, and then I run from the room. She fucking won. Why couldn’t I fucking fight it? Why was I so fucking weak? I’m consumed with rage and disgust that she won. It’s eating me from the inside out. Soon there will be nothing left of me.
I take the stairs two at a time down to my room. I just want to be alone so I can somehow deal with what just happened. It’s a blow I didn’t expect. But I’m stronger than this. I will fight harder. I won’t let them break me.
When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I freeze. I tilt my head to the side, not sure I’m seeing right.
David.
He looks a lot older from the last photo I saw of him, but it’s still David. He has a hard look on his face, one that reminds me of Cameron.
I struggle to come to terms with what I’m seeing. Sophia is on her knees and he’s shoving his cock down her throat. I hear Sophia gagging, and I watch as tears spill over her red cheeks. Her lips are turning blue from the lack of oxygen.
David’s hands are fisted in her hair, as he keeps her locked in place, so he can fuck her throat.
Slowly, a spine-chilling feeling creeps over me. It makes every hair on my body rise. My heart starts to beat faster and faster, until all the beats blur together. Horror sinks its claws into my mind. My body wounds tight until something snaps deep inside of me.
My brother is fucking a slave.
My baby brother.
The fucking brother I sacrificed everything for.
All the rage and disgust that have been building up over the past years, explode in my chest. It feels like I’m being ripped open.
I don’t know how I get to them so fast, but I shove Sophia back. She falls hard to her side but I don’t care.
I grab David’s shirt and slam him against the wall. My breaths are ragged as despair grips my heart. The slither of humanity I clung to for David, shatters inside of me. It cuts me into a million pieces, until there is nothing left of me but an empty black hole.
David’s face contorts in anger. “Get your filthy hands off me, slave!”
Hands grab me from behind, yanking me away from David.
I fight them and manage to break free. As David tucks his cock back in his pants, I swing a fist at him. The impact of my knuckles against his cheek vibrates up my arm. He staggers back against the wall as I throw another punch. My fist connects with his nose, making blood gush over his face.
David takes a swing at me and his fist slams into my jaw. I don’t pull away as he starts to throw one punch after the other. I keep hitting, wanting to erase the vision of my baby brother fucking a slave from my mind.
Hands claw at my back and arms. I fight them and it takes a lot of them to pull me off David.
He comes at me, his face dark and bloody. He slams his fist into my stomach, and then the blows come faster and harder, as I struggle to fight back.
I failed David.
The thought is a debilitating one.
David is a monster.
My soul grieves because I’ve failed in keeping my promise to my dying mother.
It was the only thing that kept me going. It was the root of my strength to keep fighting.
My vision blurs and I sink to my knees. They start to kick at me. Every boot that slams into my flesh, makes pain explode savagely through me.
Darkness starts to drag me under, and I fight it with the last bit of my strength. I want to kill every last one of them. I want my revenge before my time is up.
I’m dragged down stairs, and I know that they’re taking me to the basement. It’s where they punish us.
I try to stand but my legs are too weak. Every punch I try to throw drains more of my strength.
My body is slammed over a bench, and my hands and feet are tied. They rip the jeans from my body, and then a whip cracks over my back. The lashes get harder, cutting into my flesh until my skin is alive with pain.
As soon as the lashes stop, someone slams his cock into my ass. Everything burns and it feels like the man is trying to split my ass in two. With every thrust, my back is caned. It feels like they are breaking every bone in my body.
After a while I’m swallowed whole by all the pain. I hear a whimper somewhere in front of me. I squint through one swollen eye and see Sophia. She’s also spread over a bench. David is fucking her, but his eyes are on me.
“Thanks for all the money you made us you dumb fuck,” he sneers. “Sadly, every hole has an expiration date and you’ve reached yours.” His breaths are harsh as he keeps thrusting into Sophia between every sentence he spits out. “No use in pretending anymore. But hey, the money you made us came in handy. The new Ferrari I bought with some of the money they paid for the two of you drives like a dream.”
He keeps fucking Sophia as he tells me all of this and it breaks something.
He laughs hungrily, and that’s when I see it, he’s just like Cameron. He only cares about money.
The person behind me comes violently before he finally pulls out. I know this night is far from finished. This was how I was trained. This is how they try to break you. A whip cracks over the back of my thighs and balls, cutting into my flesh.
Every blow hurts more than the one before, tearing the very skin from my bones. I clench my teeth to keep from crying out.
I don’t know why I keep fighting. I have nothing more to lose.