1 week later

“You are going to be fucked,” he told me plainly, and the color drained out of my face as he approached me with slow, measured steps. “You are going to be beaten. I won’t be gentle, and the others will be rougher than I ever was. So you should be thankful I’m the one introducing you to this. Someone else might not show you the same kindness.”

It had been a week since I’d last seen Ellis. But here he was, ready to jump straight back into it after his unexplained absence, after he’d cornered me in that dark room.

I glared at him, my eyes blazing with fire as he drew nearer. I was helpless. Tied to the chair like a plaything, ready for him to do anything he wanted to me. And I knew he would. His gaze spoke of the unthinkable things he wanted to do to my body, and I feared him. At the same time, my body was eager to respond. I tried to deny the ache between my legs, the wetness rubbing my thighs together and making my breath hitch. I knew he would find out soon enough though, and I clamped my legs closed again, desperate to hide my body’s helpless reaction from his prying gaze.

“Tell me you don’t want it,” he prompted me. “Come on, little one, it’ll only make me harder.”

My mouth opened in an effort to give him what he wanted, but not a single word came out. He stared at me for a second, as if entranced by my sudden inability to speak. And then he threw his head back and laughed at my misfortune, just like he had when I woke up in that beautiful room and realized I was still as trapped as ever. My surroundings may have changed – I was no longer being punished, but I was still a prisoner. And I would fight the invisible shackles around my ankles and wrists until the day I died.

“You can’t,” he said mockingly. “You can’t even say it, can you?”

“I…” I whispered, my voice hoarse and broken.

But there wasn’t a single other word left. I didn’t know what to say. The shame of my reality threatened to swallow me up whole. I wanted to disappear. I didn’t want to exist anymore. Anything, so I wouldn’t have to face my own perverted dreams. They’d truly broken me. They’d truly made me want this. Pia, with her heartbreakingly stunning face. Ellis, with his threatening voice that promised delightful, dark pleasures. Even the other girls, the other men whom I’d barely interacted with. They made me want this.

“They didn’t,” Ellis said darkly, and I realized I’d spoken out loud. “You really think of us like that? Like we’re fucking monsters?”

“Aren’t you?” I threw back at him, regretting my choice of words the second he reached me, his fingers wrapping around my chin and lifting my head up firmly.

“You are here to serve a purpose,” he said darkly. “But we would never have taken you if we didn’t see it inside you. The need to belong. The need to be controlled. The need to be hurt while someone’s fucking you. You want to be exploited. You want to be made into a plaything, don’t you, little one?”

I stayed quiet, my mind struggling against my body as my lips begged to answer him. Begged to say the words I wanted to keep to myself because they were too shameful to be said out loud.

“You think I’m going to rape you…” His voice was soft as his fingers caressed my cheek, and I swallowed thickly, my eyes glued to his and anticipating his next move. “Poor little girl… You can’t rape the willing.”

He forced two thick, strong fingers into my mouth and my lips clamped shut around them, sucking on instinct. I hated the way it made him laugh like he knew he’d been right.

“Good girl,” he drawled out. “Come on, I know you can get them deeper.”

I sank my teeth down into his knuckles, angry and somehow ready to resist him.

He withdrew his hand without saying a word and slapped me across the face with no warning, so hard the chair fell back and I struggled on the floor.

He picked me up as gently as ever, the chair upright once again. I ignored the tears burning my eyes and stared at him defiantly.

“You think you can fight this?” he asked me. “You think if you resist, you’ll stop wanting it?”

That was exactly what I thought, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Instead, I just stared back and half-hoped he’d punish me, while my mind silently begged him to go on.

“I won’t do another thing,” he promised. “Without you begging me. Not now, not ever. You need to learn how to ask for what you want, you understand?”

I didn’t nod or shake my head. Just stared at him. And he groaned at the sight of me, his hand going between his legs and palming the hardness there. My eyes grew wider as I stared at him, afraid yet shamefully eager for him to go on. There was so much more I wanted. And I now knew that I wanted it to be him. Not one of those other rough, horribly handsome men. I wanted it to be Ellis.

“P-Please,” I muttered, and he lowered his face next to mine, his breath cool against my cheek as I turned away, unable to hold his gaze.

“Please what?” he asked in a low, threatening growl.

“Please,” I begged. “I just… I’m just scared.”

“I know…” His voice changed to sweet, kind, and worried. “I know you’re scared, little one. It’s all so new, isn’t it?”

And then he pushed his hand forcibly between my legs and I couldn’t stop gasping.

Everything I’d tried to hide. My soaked panties, my slippery thighs, everything at the touch of his fingertips. And he didn’t even seem surprised as he looked into my eyes and moved his hand over my panties, making me moan so loudly I flushed in embarrassment, thankful that the room was soundproof.

“So scared,” he went on. “But so fucking wet for me. How do you explain that?”

“I-I… I don’t k-know,” I whispered, and his fingers dug against the lacy fabric, making me mewl. “Please, don’t…”

“Don’t?” he repeated. “Don’t get you ready for my cock? Don’t touch what’s mine for the night? If you think you can stop me, little one, you have another thing coming.”

“I’m a virgin,” I blurted, and he stared into my eyes, his own blazing with fire I didn’t understand. “Please, please, I’m a virgin. Don’t do this to me.”

“A virgin?” he asked simply, tucking my hair behind my ear with his free hand and smiling at me. “I know you’re a virgin, silly girl. You didn’t think we checked for that?”

I froze on the chair, my limbs immobilized by what he’d just said.

Checked me… They’d checked me.

I remembered waking up in a different outfit, with my hair and makeup and even my nails done. I felt horrible, sick to my stomach. What had they done? What had they done to my body when I was drugged?

“Don’t worry,” he said. “It wasn’t me… A doctor. A woman.”

The thought of another woman being involved in their fucked-up games only made me dry-retch, and he stared at me as the tears poured down my face. I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Now, I was just fucking angry and even more sure than before that I was going to get my revenge. I would kill this man for what he’d done to me. He wouldn’t make it out of this alive.

“I hate you,” I blurted, and he stared at me, my eyes red-rimmed and pouring tears. “I hate you and what you did to me, to all those girls. You’re a monster.”

For once, he didn’t offer a remark back. He turned his back to me and walked away. For a second, I was sure he was going to walk out on me, but then he stopped at the chest in the room, and my vision clouded by tears again. He retrieved something from it, sliding it under his jacket and approaching me again.

“I understand,” he said, his voice detached as he looked somewhere past me. “I understand your anger, little one. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t going to be punished for the way you acted today. You know I can’t let you get away with that, right? Tell me you understand.”

I stared back, unwilling to give him the answer he wanted. I would sooner swallow my tongue than agree with his sick punishments.

“No?” he asked, sighing heavily. “Fine. Your three hours of punishment just turned into a whole night.”

Still not knowing what my punishment was, I just stared at him, my tears now dried on my cheeks. I would defy him until the very end, make him regret the way he’d treated me. He wouldn’t get away with this. Not after I escaped and told everyone what was going on in his sick, depraved world. That he was grooming young women into sex slaves, that he’d forced me to submit to him, playing sick mind games with my head.

“Fine, be quiet,” he said simply. “We’ll see how eager you are to talk in the morning.”

He kneeled next to me, and with a single yank of his powerful, muscular hands, ripped my panties off me. The lace snapped and I whimpered at the feeling, and then I was painfully naked, my legs desperately pressing together to preserve some sort of decency. But he didn’t give a shit, didn’t even look me in the eyes as he brought out a vibrator from underneath his jacket.

It didn’t look like the toy Carina had had back at the studio. Some of the girls had teamed up and given it to her as a gag gift for her 21st birthday, and I joined in the giggles and eye-rolling, while I was secretly intrigued by the phallic-shaped object. This one was bigger though, thicker too, and meaner looking. It was clear and enormous, slightly curving up at the end.

“So, you tell me, little one,” Ellis said darkly. “Do you want to lose your virginity to this?”

I bit my bottom lip to stop the cry from escaping, and he smirked at me.

“You have two choices,” he said simply. “Either I put this in your pussy, and you handle it vibrating in there all fucking night…”

I closed my eyes tightly, willing him to go away and leave me in peace. Even the prison cell would have been better than this madness.

“Or I can put it in your ass,” he finished. “It’ll be up to you how deep it goes. We’ll see how much balance that pretty little dancer’s body really has. And I’ll only put it on the lowest setting, because I’m nice like that.”

I swallowed my tears and the urge to spit in his face, and opened my eyes again.

“M-my ass,” I managed to get out. “Put it u-up my ass.”

“Good choice,” he grinned at me darkly. “I would have picked the same for you. It would be a damned shame to waste that virginity on a toy, don’t you think so?”

He forced my legs apart as if it was the easiest thing in the world. The lace scrap of my panties lay discarded on the floor, and Ellis glanced at them before turning back to me. I was shaking with fear like I’d never known before.

“Don’t you worry, little one,” he said. “Everything has a purpose. Now get on those toes, show me what a good girl you are.”

I raised my legs to my tiptoes, my ass moving off the seat. And then I watched him get a bottle of clear liquid, squeezing it all over his hand and massaging it into me. I felt violated with his hands against me, his fingers poking and prying in places I most definitely didn’t want them in. It wasn’t repulsive, but it wasn’t very arousing either. And my legs were starting to strain from the position I was in. I wasn’t sure how long I would last, but surely not all night long.

He placed the toy beneath me, the tip digging into my ass. I squirmed a little but he told me to relax, his voice suddenly gentle and sweet as he urged me to lower myself on it slowly.

“Come on,” he said, his voice kind. “I know you can do it, just a little bit more, let it slide inside you.”

I whimpered, but he merely touched his fingers to my cheek. I leaned into his touch and hated myself for it, but there was nothing I could have done to fight it. I felt the toy pressing against me, not roughly, not gently either. And then I felt him reaching below me, wrapping his fingers around the vibrator.

“I’ll help you,” he promised. So sweet. So caring. “Just a little bit more, little one. Come on, just a little bit lower. Do you feel that? Do you feel it going inside your tight asshole?”

“Please!” I cried out, suddenly unbearably embarrassed. “Please stop!”

“No, I can’t stop now,” he said.

It was deep now, his voice. Deep, dark and rumbling.

I opened my eyes to beg with them and noticed his hand was on his trousers. Rubbing there.

“What are you doing,” I whispered, forgetting to make it a question.

“I need to come,” he growled. “Keep going, little one.”

“No, I…” I said uselessly and then felt it go inside my ass.

It just slipped in, and suddenly I felt fuller than I ever had. It was filling me in a way I couldn’t even describe. Filthy, it felt so fucking filthy I shivered, making it slide deeper. Now I wasn’t whimpering or begging him anymore. I was moaning. Low, deep moans that embarrassed the hell out of me. I felt my own cheeks flush as I looked down, biting my bottom lip.

“You fucking love it,” he muttered against my ear, his hand working his cock through his trousers. “Oh God, you dirty little slut, I knew you would.”