I was given a date and time, a couple of days after arriving back at the Mansion. Now, the card with the invitation that was really an order felt heavy in my palm as I stood in front of the playroom. One of the maids stood behind me, and she nudged me gently, motioning for me to enter. I hesitated on the doorstep, my nerves getting the better of me. Once I set foot inside that room, my world would be changed forever.

His card only said one word beside the date and time.

Punishment.

I knew Thorn was going to punish me, but I didn’t know what he had in store just yet. Shaking, I waited to gather my strength and then finally pushed the door open, walking into the cool interior of the expensively decked out room I’d seen so many times before. Yet that evening it felt oh-so-different than all the other times I’d been in there, and right away, I realized why.

There were two women chained in the room already. My knees shook as I came closer, and one of them lifted her head to me. Her eyes burned with unspeakable hate, and she spat at my feet with so much venom it was a small miracle the wood didn’t ignite when her spit hit it.

“Pia,” I whispered.

Her arms were bound above her head, thick ropes tying them together and stretching them behind her neck. It looked uncomfortable as fuck, but I didn’t want anything else for her. After the way she’d lied to me, fucking deceived me, I felt no more mercy for her. She deserved everything Thorn threw at her. I only wished I understood why he still kept her around. She was a sorry excuse for a human being.

I continued my way down into the room and came to a stop next to the other girl. Her ankles and wrists were chained to a cross, and her legs spread open. Something was dripping out of her… Her eyes were sex-crazed and needy as she looked into mine, and I fought back a cry, realizing I barely recognized her anymore. It had only taken a few days of training to break Carina completely. The look in her eyes made me afraid of what was left of her.

I turned around to run but walked into a trap, Thorn’s fingers wrapping around my wrists as tears welled in my ears.

“Where do you think you’re going, little rose?” he asked me roughly, and I let out a gasp at the sight of him.

There was darkness in his eyes like I’d never seen it before. I knew he was going to hurt me. He was going to make me kneel and take this punishment in front of them. He would make the two women watch what was being done to me, and I wouldn’t get a say.

I wanted to hate him. I burned with the need to smash my fist into his face, and I hated myself for not being capable of it. When he wore that thunderous mask on his face, he made my knees fucking weak. In seconds, I was shaking in his arms, his embrace preventing me from tumbling to the floor from the shock of his touch.

“M-Master,” I stuttered, and his eyes turned black. “L-Let me g-go.”

“No,” he said smoothly, his voice like smooth silk. “Fucking never.”

He reached up in a flash, wrapping his fingers around my hair and pulling me against him. My arms went up as a shield, and I tried to protect myself from him, but there was nowhere to go but closer to him.

“I want them to see me kiss you,” he muttered against my lips, and I moaned out loud when he did, his lips swiftly demanding I responded back.

I couldn’t not, my arms trembling between us as he grabbed me, pulled me against him and kissed me like he was fucking my mouth with his tongue. I burned with shame as the two women were forced to watch us. The next second, he pulled away from me, forcing me to my knees and leaning down to kiss the top of my head.

“I want them to see me fuck you,” he whispered against my hair, and I shivered as he clasped my hands together, pulling a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and locking me in. “Come on, little rose, crawl behind me.”

I followed, my knees hurting on the hardwood floor.

I didn’t dare say a word, and he walked me right past them both, crawling like a slut behind him. I kept my eyes on the floor until we came to a stop. He forced my chin up and our eyes connected with longing burning in both pairs of eyes.

“Look at her,” he whispered, turning my head to the side.

I was inches away from Pia, and she looked at me with so much hatred I recoiled.

She was naked.

I hadn’t even registered it before.

“Tell her she gets to watch me fucking you tonight,” Thorn went on.

When I didn’t respond, he tugged on my hair, hard.

“You c-can watch him fuck me tonight,” I whispered my eyes on Pia’s.

She was trembling, and I watched a little tear fall down her cheek. It was mesmerizing.

Before I could dwell on it, Thorn was pushing me forward, and then I was in front of Carina, her eyes angry as they locked with mine beneath her, still on my knees.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry, Carina.”

She stared over my shoulder, not willing to look into my eyes anymore.

“Hold her,” Thorn whispered into my ear, pulling me by my hair until I was back on my feet, stepping closer awkwardly and wrapping my arms around her naked body. “Isn’t that nice? Best friends. Not for much longer.”

He yanked me back into his arms, and I shook when I saw him pull a small knife from his pocket. He touched it to my cheek, to my lips. So gently, so careful, but only one wrong move separating me from a new scar.

“You know you need to be punished,” he told me gently, and I nodded over and over again. “So does Pia, and so does Carina. You’ll understand why soon.”

He put the knife over the top of my panties, hitching up my dress. I took a sharp breath and never exhaled. His blade slipped under the hem of my panties, the metal smooth and cold against my dripping pussy.

“By the end of tonight, I’ll either let you go,” I whispered. “Or make you beg me to stay.”

I shivered. I realized with a start it was the last thing I wanted. I needed to be his. I had to be with him. Without him, I was a fucking shell. He’d manipulated my mind and body into thinking they needed him, they couldn’t live without him. At least that’s what I told myself, staring into his black eyes as I waited for his next move.

The lace ripped as he cut through it, ruining my panties. He took them off of me, made me watch him tear them in half, and feed one half of each to Carina and Pia. The latter resisted but Carina took what he gave her willingly, her eyes following him around with adoration. It made me so fucking jealous I started to tremble.

“Take your dress off,” Thorn told me roughly, and I reached for the straps of my tight dress, and slipped it off unceremoniously.

I wasn’t wearing a bra, standing in front of the three of them completely exposed and with nothing to hide. My body pulsated with anger and need as I looked at Thorn. I was ready for whatever he wanted to throw at me.

He laughed in my face, drawing closer and putting his knife away. His eyes sparkled and he licked his lips as he reached me. The motion filled my pussy with cream and I felt a trickle down my leg as stood directly in front of me. He smelled like danger.

“What do you think I’m going to do to you?” he asked sweetly, and I looked away, unwilling to answer him. “What do you think Master is going to do to that tight young body to punish it, Rose?”

“Fuck it,” I blurted a second later, hating myself for giving in too quickly. “Please, Master.”

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he mocked me, slapping my cheek gently. “I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

I pleaded with him silently.

“No?” he asked sadly. “You don’t want to be my slave? Don’t want to be broken beyond repair?”

I shook my head.

“What a shame,” he said. His voice was so cruel it hurt to listen to it. “You would make such a happy toy for my dick that way. Oh well, we’ll have to go with Plan B, then.”

He took off every last bit of his clothes, slowly, systematically, feeling the eyes of all three of us on him. I hated him so much for doing that, I wanted to scratch his eyes out.

“Back on your knees,” he told me roughly, and I dropped down in front of the two women. “Good little slut.”

He made me turn around until I was facing them, getting behind me on his knees and teasing his cock against my aching cunt. It made me cry out, and Thorn wrapped my hair around his hair, pulling me back so swiftly more tears sprang to my eyes.

“Which one are you going to look at while I fuck you?” he growled against my ear. One sharp pull on my hair and more whispered words. “Answer me, slut.”

“P-Pia,” I managed to get out, and he laughed, easing up on my hair and pushing himself inside me.

No mercy. All the way inside right from the beginning. I gasped at the feeling of being filled so deeply, but he was already turning my head again, his hand on my throat and his teeth tearing into the skin of my neck, making me gasp, again and again, flushing from the embarrassment of it all.

“Look at her then,” he growled against my skin. “Tell her how it feels to be fucked by the man she wants.”

“It-it feels so good,” I whispered. “It feels good… It hurts so much.”

He laughed against my skin and I blinked fast as I looked at her, finally.

She was so angry. Seething. Raging. A tear slipping down her cheeks again, and again, and again.

She muttered something against my panties in her mouth, but I couldn’t understand her. I couldn’t even bear to look at Carina.

Thorn’s cock was throbbing so much every move of his hips filled me with hurt and need. I felt my orgasm drawing closer and closer, not even having the time to wonder how I could succumb to him so completely and so quickly. It was embarrassing, but I was unable to do anything about it, just try to stay on all fours and take what I needed more than oxygen.

“Tell her how my cock fills you up,” he went on, fucking me deeper. “Tell her what I just hit.”

“My… my cervix,” I whispered, my eyes on hers. “I feel so full. So fucking full.”

She was crying, and for the first time, I understood the need to be meaner still because of her tears. God, I fucking hated her. She deserved everything she got, the fucking bitch. She’d lied to me repeatedly, scheming and planning to get Thorn away from me. I hated that he trusted her, that he kept her around. I hoped this would teach her a lesson.

“I hate you,” I snarled at her. “I hope you enjoy watching him make me come.”

As if on command, my body was rocked by an orgasm, squeezing his dick and milking as I stared into Pia’s eyes, purposefully keeping mine open. A second later, my knees buckled, but Thorn held me up and twisted me in the other direction, my eyes now on Carina. I was surprised by the hatred in her gaze, and I blamed myself completely. I’d betrayed her in so many ways.

“I’m so sorry,” I told her desperately, but then Thorn was fucking me harder, his mouth on my neck again.

“She betrayed you,” he whispered in my ear sweetly. “She called me. Wanted to turn you in. All so I would take her too.”

“W-what?” I whispered in shock, his cock pounding deeper as he chuckled.

“She’s in love with me, the poor thing,” he groaned, and I cried out again. “She wanted to get rid of you. Replace you. Have me to herself.”

Through the pain of his cock tearing me apart, I looked into Carina’s eyes, trying to discern whether he was telling the truth. But his words weren’t lies this time around.

Carina was staring at me defiantly as if willing me to argue with her. For the first time, I saw the coldness in her eyes, and for the first time, I wondered if she’d ever truly been my friend.

“You hate her too, don’t you, Rose?” Thorn taunted me. “Tell her. Go ahead, little slut, tell her how much you hate her. Hurt her.”

“What have you done?” I whispered to Carina. “What have you done to us?”

She refused to acknowledge my words, instead shifting her attention to Thorn and moaning into her gag. She was still trying to fucking do it. Replace me.

“Good girl,” Thorn breathed, and I felt him getting close, pounding me harder than ever. “Tell them how it feels when I fill you up, Rose.”

I moaned as I felt him spurting, another orgasm taking over as I raised my head between the two of them.

“You’ll never feel it,” I told them menacingly. “You’ll never fucking get to feel this.”

He grunted when he came, holding my ass open and fucking me so full his cum spurted out at the sides.

“It feels so good,” I moaned, looking from one to the other. “So fucking good, Thorn, please, Master!”

“Good girl,” he grunted, his hand slapping my ass before pulling out of me and letting go. I collapsed to the floor beneath us and spasmed when I came. Thorn stood above me, massaging the last drops out of his cock and letting them spray me. “Such a good fucking girl, my little Rose. I’m so proud of you.”

He picked me up after he was done, carried me out of there in his arms. I didn’t even get a chance to apologize.

Once he whispered me into a calmer state, he told me sweet, comforting lies as I lay in his bed. And then, right before I drifted off to sleep, he leaned next to my ear and whispered, “Did you like Pia and Carina’s punishment, Rose?”

“What?” I asked, my eyes heavy as I tried to look at him. “Not… not mine?”

“No, little rose,” he whispered darkly. “Not yours… Not yet.”