Friday afternoon I got a call from Roger that I would belong to Sammy for three days and that I needed to wear my sluttiest outfit and pack nothing else. Sammy would be sending a driver for you in an hour he told me. I froze in complete terror. I thought about running but had learned that avoiding my assigned tasks only made it worse for me.
I started downing shots of whisky as I got dressed. I removed my ring and the jewelry hanging from my nipples, afraid that my new friends would rip them off my chest if I didn’t remove them. By the time the driver honked, I came out smiling and asking the driver if he would be joining the gang rape that was being planned for me. On the way to the hotel my short skirt started riding up my thighs. I did nothing to re arrange it as my instructions for these clients was to be a total slut and somehow I knew that Roger would know if I didn’t do as I was told. I noticed the driver eyeing my legs as the short skirt rode ever higher. I asked him if he wanted to finger my pussy. When he hesitated, I lifted my short skirt above my waist and exposed myself to this young flunky. When he still didn’t respond, I took his hand and placed it on my vaginal lips as I spread my legs to give him total access.
The young driver smiled sheepishly at me as he stuck a finger inside me and spent the rest of the short drive playing with my opening.
He pulled up in front of the hotel and I walked thru the lobby toward the elevators. I didn’t have a key but I knew my rapists were in room 901. On second thought I stopped in the bar and charged a small bottle of whiskey to room 901. I had no money, no car, no credit card and a new life that I either embraced or let it run over me. When the bartender hesitated to charge my purchase as requested, I used the only currency I had and let him stick his hand under my skirt to complete the transaction.
Taking a big swig from the fresh bottle to bolster my courage, I rode the elevator in this fine establishment to the ninth floor. I was dressed in a fuck me skirt that hung three inches below my naked pussy. I wore a halter that exposed my entire midriff and showed my ample cleavage as it wrapped two inches of material around my 36C tits. My 4 inch heals made me look much taller but I had such trouble walking on them that I was looking forward to reaching my destination so that I could remove them. It gave me the appearance of a long legged whore that exposed all of my lower body except where my legs were connected to my hips.
Room 901 was at the far end of the hall. I didn’t have any idea who would be there but I was determined to take control of my situation and minimize the damage that they would inflict on my young body. Without knocking, I turned the door knob and realizing it wasn’t locked pushed it open and walked in. Sammy was sitting on the bed propped up by two pillows wearing a three piece suit. Bob and Harry were leaning against the window dressed in casual slacks and front button shirts. Three other men that I didn’t know were seated at a small table and appeared to be playing cards. Each of the six men had a drink in their hand while Sammy and two of the men at the table were smoking cigars.
I looked at Sammy and said I suppose I will be fucking you first. As set down my bottle and lifted my halter over my head I asked Sammy if he wanted his friends to watch or did he want to fuck me in private.
In my attempt at taking control, I guess I took them by surprise because nobody moved. Instead of waiting for a response, I kicked off my heels and climbed on the bed with Sammy. I started massaging his cock thru his expensive trousers as I pulled his zipper open and removed his cock from his under ware. I was surprised that no one in the room was moving and secondly that this man old enough to be my grandfather was getting hard so quickly. I could only guess that they had decided if I was going to put on a show, they were going to let me shoot my wad.
I lifted my skirt and straddled Sammy hips as I exposed my cunt to this room full of thugs. I proceeded to lower myself onto Sammy’s erection as he held me by the waist holding his big cigar less than an inch from burning my skin. With him buried in my female organ, I started to raise my hips up and down so that in reality, I was fucking myself on Sammy’s dick. Everyone seemed to approve as I rode Sammy as hard as I could. With my juices flowing and my body covered in perspiration Sammy rolled me onto my back and without removing his cock from my cunt rolled on top of me. As he started pounding away at my pussy he looked at me and said let me show you how this is done.
Still dressed in his expensive silk suit and not seeming to care wither I was Cumming or not he pounded into me until he finally shot his load into my womb. All I could think of was that this was the first man to deposit his seed into my body since Roger took me off the pill and that it would be funny if Sammy or one of his thugs impregnated me.
After taking a moment to recover, Sammy climbed off me and said well boys, the entertainment is here.
I was immediately mounted by Bob and his large belly. I spent the three days on the bed fucking sucking and generally being used by these 6 men and a few other guys that seemed to join the party periodically. Up until now, other than my husband I had been fucked by three men on my birthday, by Roger on our wedding day and by Sammy as a way of breaking the ice at this gang rape. After this I would never know for sure how many men had used my body and its three holes for their pleasure as I was used over and over again.
Other than a few meals that were shoved in my face and an endless supply of whisky bottles at my disposal the only time I was allowed to leave the bed was to empty my bladder and bowels and even then I had someone in the rest room telling me to spread my legs so they could watch me take a dump or empty my bladder.
I was used by cocks of all sizes. Some of my rapists came before they were all the way inside my body and others would pound away for hours before dumping their load. I was pulled and pushed into every imaginable position. I had three or four guys using me in all my holes simultaneously and I had my tits used as punching bags. In addition to all the live cocks, I had vibrators shoved into both holes, I had painful nipple clamps attached to me for hours at a time and I was subjected to paddles and switch lashings if a particular rapist felt like hurting me. They thought it was funny to watch me scream as someone would grab a toe or a finger and bend it backwards until they heard it snap.
I lost track of time as I was never allowed to sleep and I periodically lost consciousness as they found all sorts of ways to hurt me. If I did fall asleep someone would stick their cock inside my swollen body and fuck me till he was sure that I was awake.
It must have been sometime Monday afternoon when Sammy climbed on the bed for one last roll in the hay with the whore. When he was done with me, he had two of the men place me in the bathtub. Before I was allowed to turn on the water for a much needed bath, the men came in a few at a time and emptied their bladders on my soiled body. Bob came in when the rest of the men appeared to be done and he made me open my mouth as a receptacle for his yellow fluid. He then used a harsh brush to scrub my body inside and out.
He walked out of the bathroom and when I came to; I realized that I was all alone. There wasn’t a sound coming from the other room. After a long hot bath, I got up and fell on the bed totally naked as I fell asleep.
It was dark out when I woke. After surveying all my bruises and injuries, I went looking for my clothes. The only thing in the room was the wet towel I had used for my bath. I wrapped it around my swollen tits and went down the hall in a daze headed for the elevators.
I walked out the front of the hotel and headed in the direction of my new home. I must have walked for hours before a man in an old van asked if I needed help. I think I asked him if he could take me to my address as I found myself climbing into the van. I have no idea if the driver used my body or not, but I woke in the hospital dressed in a hospital gown and an IV in my arm. For the first time in weeks I felt safe.
I was awakened when a doctor changed some of my dressings. He told me I had massive bruises and contusions, a major pelvic infection, two broken ribs, three broken toes, a broken finger and some serious anal and vaginal tearing. He tried to get me to tell him what had happened but I just mumbled something about a party.
Later that day, whatever day it was wasn’t clear to me, Roger and John showed up. It was decided that I should stay a few more days and they left. I didn’t see anyone else until Roger came for me on Friday. It had taken me four days in the hospital to be well enough to go home after Sammy and his boys had their way with me.
Roger was nice to me for a few days as I lounged around the house and worked on my all over tan lying naked by the pool. Roger had friends over during my recuperation but I didn’t bother getting dressed and they left me to my misery without further abuse.
Little by little my wounds healed and my body felt better. For more than six weeks, Roger didn’t take me to his bed or ask me to service his friends. As I got better, I started using the workout equipment that Roger set up in one of the guest rooms to get back to my pre rape fitness.
I was eating healthy and getting a really nice tan when after about two months I started feeling sick to my stomach every morning. After a week of feeling nauseous I had Roger take me to the doctor where he told me that I was pregnant.
Rather than feel sorry for me, Roger invited his oldest brother and his wife for diner at the end of the week. All I could think of was that the baby mill had begun. I knew that Roger hadn’t fucked me since I got off the pill so the father had to be Sammy or one of his many thugs at my gang rape. When I tried to tell Roger that I would like to carry his baby if we could abort this one, he would not hear of it.
He told me that it may be a little late but that he was going to offer my body to his brother so that his brother would feel more like it was his baby.
I just sighed and told him that if he wanted me to sleep with his brother, I would be willing to do that.
Friday night Roger’s oldest brother Roy, and Roy’s wife Mary came for diner. This was the first time Roger had introduced me to his family. I never really knew for sure but I thought Roger was about ten years older than me. His Oldest brother appeared to be in his mid-forties stood about 6,2 and 200 pounds. He had the look of someone that had earned his living outdoors.
Mary was a petite, standing about my height at 5'1 and weighing around 110 pounds. She had a dark complexion and perky little breasts. She was very attractive but not really pretty. She appeared to be in her late twenties.
The four of us seemed to hit it off well as I served the dinner and kept every bodies glass full. I was not allowed to have alcohol but everyone else was feeling pretty good by the time desert was finished.
Roger invited us all to the living room after diner. After about 15 minutes, Roger placed a blanket on the floor and instructed me to sit on the blanket which I did obediently. He had Mary remove my oversized shirt and my bra. Roger as if trying to sell a car said to his brother aren’t those incredible tit’s. Before Roy could respond Roger continued by saying wait till you see her pussy and her cunt is always tight and ready for cock.
Without instructing her to, Mary took my swelling breasts in her hands and massaged my breasts with her warm little hands. I had to admit that after 2 months with no sexual release, Mary was working me into a bit of a frenzy.
I closed my eyes and just let Mary work on my tummy and chest. I was really getting turned on by the attention as Roger told me to lie on my back. With my swelling breasts standing at attention on my chest, I lifted my hips off the blanket to allow Mary to remove my sweat pants. With her husband watching intently, Mary took the elastic band of my panties and pulled my panties down my legs and over my feet.
I could see Roy getting a bulge in his trousers as Mary spread me open and fingered my clit. I didn’t know if Mary was participating of her own free will or if like me, she was a sex toy for her husband’s amusement. At this point I didn’t care. My pussy was sloshing with my wetness and I wanted to be fucked.
Mary seemed to sense my need as she sat up from between my legs and moved to sit next to my left hip. She reached into my crotch and spread me open. As she did that, she said Roy, please fuck the woman that is carrying my child.
Roy stood up, removed his slacks and crawled between my thighs. He was not as big as Roger, but fully erect, he still had to be 10 inches long. He wasted no time as he unceremoniously mounted me, buried his shaft inside me and in front of his wife and my husband, he fucked the shit out of me.
I lost control with my first orgasm as I kept apologizing to Mary as her husband used me. She didn’t seem to mind as she took Roger’s cock out and absentmindedly started stroking her brother-in-law to hardness.
I came three times before Roy dumped his dead seed into my womb and immediately pulled out.
Mary let go of Roger’s tool and dropped to her knees in front of her husband as she licked him clean.
She then turned her tongue to my pussy and for the first time in my life another woman put her tongue inside me.
When she was done, Roy suggested we give the guys a chance to talk and that we should take our asses to my room. Mary obediently took my hand and led me to my room where she helped get me under the covers. Before climbing into bed with me, Mary removed her clothes. To my amazement, I actually enjoyed the show as Mary exposed first her breasts and then her pussy to me.
When Mary slid in next to me and reached between my legs, I not only spread myself for better access but I started touching another woman’s breasts for the first time in my life.
When Mary turned around and placed her tongue on my pussy, I willingly moved so that I was directly under her black hair covered twat and worked my tongue thru her thick patch of pubic hair as I penetrated her vaginal lips.
It was somehow soft and gentle but Mary seemed to know exactly what I needed as her mouth worked me into my first female induced orgasm. I couldn’t believe how good it felt and I did my best to get Mary off.
When she finally came, I could taste her juices as they flowed from her vagina. I just kept licking her intimate hole until she stopped shaking.
When it was obvious that we were done, I whispered a big thank you to Mary. When I suggested that Roy was probably ready for them to leave Mary wrapped her naked body around me and said he had already left.
I must have looked confused as she turned out the light and said that Roy had already left to go to his girl-friend’s house and that she would be spending the night. When I asked, she said that she was used to it and that Roy always came home.
Over the next few months Mary and I hung out by the pool together on a daily basis. We spent a lot of nights together as the guys rarely asked us for sex.
When I was 8 months pregnant, Roger came home from work one day to tell me that Fred had called to ask about me. Having only Mary as my contact to the world, I was always interested when Roger threw me a bit of his day. I asked what he had told Fred.
Roger told me that Fred would be in town next week and he was wondering if you would be willing to meet him. I told Roger to stop teasing me because there was no way I was going to hide my belly and not look like a knocked up whore.
Roger said that only mattered until Fred signed the contract. He told me that he had let slip that I was 8 months pregnant but that I would love to meet with him.
Sure enough, Roger was still calling all the shots regarding who I slept with. I met Fred at the same place the very next Friday. He was sitting at our table as I walked in. Like a gentleman, he assisted me in getting my fat ass onto the seat and my belly stuck between the chair and the table.
During the small talk that ensued, Fred asked me what had happened and I told him it was an unplanned accident. He was smart enough to leave it at that. After telling me that my belly was a bit of a turn on, he blushed a little as he said that it had been years since his wife was pregnant and if he promised not to be rough, would I join him in his room.
Knowing what that meant, I couldn’t remember if Roger had told me to fuck Fred or not. Feeling a need for some male attention I managed to get myself unstuck as I stood and without saying a word took Fred by the hand and headed for the elevators.
When we got to his room, I closed the door as he turned down the bed. I put my arms around his neck and said I don’t feel very sexy but if my fat ass and stomach didn’t turn you off, I would like to take you to bed.
Only if you let me undress you was Fred’s reply to which I readily agreed.
After a long kiss, Fred had me stand I front of him as he lifted my oversized blouse over my head. He then kissed me again as he reached behind and released my oversized tits from their tight binding. Realizing how big my chest was, Fred tenderly took first one and then the other tit into his warm mouth and sucked my nipples till they were hard little nubs.
Fred got on his knees as he took the elephant size waistband of my pregnant pants and pulled them down my legs and over the feet that I hadn’t seen in weeks. He then tenderly removed my huge panties and stroked my pussy as he helped me climb onto the bed. As Fred got undressed, I crawled on all fours to the center of the bed and then rolled onto my back.
Fred spent hours reacquainting himself with my body. I kept insisting that I was repulsive and he kept saying I looked radiant and that he wished it was his baby.
Without causing any damage or pain, he provided pleasure in a way that I had been badly missing. Mary did her best but Roger would have nothing to do with me and the few times Roy fucked me I couldn’t get off on his I only care about Roy attitude.
I ended up calling Roger to tell him I wanted to spend the rest of the night with Fred. I had been very careful since my initial beating for wearing under ware to make sure that I didn’t make Roger mad. He just told me to have fun.
I was glowing when I looked in the mirror the next morning. I had that glow of a new mommy and also the glow of being thoroughly fucked. I was grateful to Fred for giving me a sexual release and I was glad that I had been able to fulfill his fat girl fantasy.
About a week later, my water broke and Roger rushed me to the hospital where I delivered a healthy eight pound boy. He was taken from my arms before I could even look to see if he looked like anyone I could remember from my time with Sammy, and I never saw him or Mary again. I also knew that like me, Mary wasn’t leaving by choice.
After suffering the loss of my child and my only real friend, I spent a week feeling sorry for myself. For the first time in almost a year my thoughts drifted to Richard and what had become of the only man I loved. As I also thought about the dozens of men that had used me I finally decided that if my looks were the only thing I had, then I dam well better lose this baby fat and get in shape.
I spent hours a day working hard on my body.
Within weeks, I had my tummy back and the baby had done no real harm in the way of stretch marks. I had worn the posts thru my nipples during my pregnancy, but the accompanying jewelry had become too painful after my fourth month so I put it away. I took it out and started wearing it in the hopes that Roger would notice.
He wasn’t what I wanted but Roger was all I was allowed to have and I was beginning to miss him. He would be gone over night on a regular basis. The only part of him that I had was this big empty house and the ring that I could ware now that my fingers had regained their shape. I always had the feeling that he was checking up to be sure I was being a good girl, but he never wanted me in his bed even after I worked so hard to get my figure back. I was to the point where I would beg him to let me give him a blow job and still he ignored me. I almost wished he would give me to strangers again.
Just as I started thinking that he must have a girlfriend he completely blew me away and took me to his bed every night for about 10 days. It was the happiest I had been since my night with Fred.
Just when I began to think of him as mine, he left for three days. I was jealous and I missed him terribly as I was again alone in his big house. I continued to work on my body and on my all over tan almost as an escape.
On the fourth morning Roger came home and handed me a pair of skin tight shorts and a bikini bra. He told me we had an errand to run and that I should be ready to go in ten minutes. As we drove into town Roger appeared to be in a pretty good mood but I didn’t dare ask him where we were going for fear that he would think I was questioning him.
I cringed as we pulled up in front of the tattoo body piercing store. I didn’t argue this time. I obediently followed Roger into the store. This time the artist had to excuse himself to go find my file. He came from the back room and said OK are we putting holes in her pussy or are we branding her today. It was obviously not going to be my choice but they didn’t need to talk as if I was a wall flower.
I found out that the artists name was Dildo. He was a light skinned man in very good shape. He carried about 180 pounds on his frame of probably just less than 6 feet tall. I also found out that I was getting the matching jewelry for my pussy in addition to the brand on my chest.
I quietly sat in the chair as instructed after peeling off my shorts. I placed my feet in the stirrups and just let the contraption spread my legs to give Dildo a place to work. He was very concerned that the holes in my pussy be placed in the desired position. He would hold the needle to my flesh as he asked Roger and the two other men in the shop for their opinion. When the four men finally agreed, I felt a sharp pinch as Dildo drove the little steel posts thru my skin.
With that done, Dildo attached the dangling jewelry with Roger’s name to the posts. I was too sore down there to try and put my shorts back on so I let Dildo remove my top and move me to the chair in the store window used for chest tattoos. I walked bow legged to keep from rubbing against my sore pussy.
Sitting in the window, Dildo used the paper version of what he was going to etch on my left tit to get the guys to agree on the exact placement. Roger demanded it be directly over my heart so Dildo began his artistry by holding my left tit and using his gun to place the heart about an inch above my left nipple.
Just before Dildo started etching Rogers name on my breast Roger turned to Dildo and said that I would pay him when the work was done. He had to run a few errands and he told me to be waiting out front when he got back. I tried to tell Roger that I had no money but he didn’t seem to hear me as he went out the door.
While Dildo worked, I realized that Roger knew the only thing I had to pay with was my body. I also realized that a bunch of people had gathered in front of the big window. I don’t think they were only there to admire Dildo’s artistry and I started feeling a bit uncomfortable sitting naked in front of all these people.
I also had time to realize that my pussy was pretty sore and I doubted wither I could get Dildo’s cock past the new posts. I also knew that a blow job wasn’t going to pay this bill so as Dildo worked; I got up the courage to ask him if I had to pay him today.
He whispered that he had been paid for services with pussy before and he really didn’t care how I felt. Ten minutes later, we were in the store room with Dildo’s cock buried in my pussy and me screaming, first in pain and then for Dildo to fuck me harder.
As I stood outside the store waiting for Roger two old men that had witnessed my humiliation came up and told me I was beautiful. Looking down at the top of the heart and the name branded into my left tit, I asked the men if they had enjoyed the show. The older one said that he would have liked to have seen more of my pussy but that putting a man’s name permanently into my skin was probably not a good idea.
Seeing no sign of Roger, I decided to give these guys a thrill. I undid my shorts and asked the older guy if he would like to touch my new jewelry. I had to kind of push his hand down into my shorts, but he smiled real nice as he fingered my new posts.
I didn’t stop him when he forced a finger into my soggy hole, but I did stop him when he started pulling on my sore lips.
I then let his young Hispanic friend put his hand down my shorts. I was on the verge of orgasm when Roger pulled up in front. I removed my intruders hand and without buttoning my shorts, climbed in the car next to my husband.
He angrily yanked my top off and looked at his creation as he said what the fuck do you think you were doing. I tried to explain that the free feel was all in fun and he angrily told me that he didn’t appreciate me deciding who I could share my cunt with. Knowing I was in trouble, I tried to tell him that it was just a finger. He wouldn’t hear my plea and told me that I needed to be punished.
Based on the only other punishment I had been given, I knew this would be painful and I started begging him not to hurt me. He tossed my top out the window and told me to shut up.
He slammed the front door behind him as he half carried me into the den. Already half naked, he ripped off my shorts and had me get on my knees. Instead of telling me to give him a blowjob, he told me to open my mouth as he pulled out his cock. He violently fucked my mouth and shot his load deep in my throat.
In horror I watched as he pulled out the same little belt with the metal clips. I shook in terror as I offered up my right breast as instructed and held it there while he struck me with all his strength until my right breast was a swollen bloody mess. In spite of my begging, he had me present my left breast complete with the heart and he beet it as well.
As I rolled on the floor in pain holding my tits to stop the bleeding, Roger took out what appeared to be a whip and some hand cuffs.
He pulled my hands from my bloody chest and used the handcuffs to fasten them to two ropes hanging from the ceiling. When I was right where he wanted me, I heard the noise of the whip as it split the air and came crashing painfully across my bare back. Having no way to stop the beating, I stood there with my hands tied over my head, my tits bleeding and my husband lashing me time and time again as he kept saying it was not up to me who got into my pants. I must have passed out because the next thing I knew, Roger was standing me in front of the big guest room mirror. He told me I was a mess as he made me look at the welts across my back. He then dumped me into bed and left.
When I woke, I was so sore in so many places that I couldn’t move. It took me two days to manage to fill the tub and soak my wounds. Finally able to bare the pain, I went down and ate for the first time in three days. I couldn’t bear to look in the mirror, but I forced myself to look in order to apply the ointment on my welts. I wondered if this time he had gone too far. I had been stripped of my choices, my dignity, my transportation, my husband and my child. I was still waiting to get knocked up so that I could have another child taken from me but I was fast losing my will to fight.
After suffering through the week, Roger finally came home about the same time a week after my punishment. He came to my room and told me that I would be joining him in bed tonight. Just as I thought I could somehow make him ok, he said “Emily; I am truly disappointed in you. After all I have done for you and you let some stranger into your pants. I want you to tell me how sorry you are and then I want you in my room in 5 minutes”.
I pulled myself together as best I could and said Roger, you were right to punish me for my indiscretion. I deserve to be dealt with severely for allowing another man into my pants. Please forgive me. I will obey you in the future and will follow your demands to the best of my humble abilities. “Can I please join you in your bed so that I can tell you just how sorry I am?”
Without as much as a smile he had me follow him to his room. He turned as I entered his room and said “I want you to meet my girlfriend Linda”. In horror, I looked at this naked little girl sitting in the middle of Roger’s bed. She couldn’t be a day over 18 and the only reason I thought that was that Roger was too smart to get caught fucking a minor.
I walked to the bed, put out my hand, shook hands with Linda and said glad to meet you.
As sore as I was, I managed to get thru the night doing everything Roger asked both to him and to his girlfriend. I faked a few orgasms as I allowed both Roger and Linda to use my body.
For the next few days, the three of us spent nights in bed together and Linda and I spent the days waiting for Roger. Linda told me she was three months past her 18th birthday. She was absolutely stunning with long black hair, truly soft skin and long legs. She told me she was 5'2 103 pounds. It concerned me because her breasts looked like they needed a training bra and her hips appeared to be that of a young girl, not a woman.
I tried to hint at questions about her free choice but I couldn’t ask outright for fear that Roger would find out. In spite of the fact that she was more than 7 years my junior; we got along really well together.
After about a week, Roger kept Linda in his room at night but wouldn’t allow me to join them. This went on for months with my only contact with the male organ being when Roger would send me to fuck a client or friend.
Roger went out of his way to find little indiscretions to punish me for. He didn’t whip me again, but he would do things like tie me to a post and leave me there for a few days or he would make me stay up all night to scrub floors. The only time he even acknowledged me as human was when he would put my left tit on display for his friends but then he would make me tell him that I was sorry he had to punish me. I had two permanent scares in my left tit and half a dozen permanent lines across my back and I was told to say how sorry I was for making Roger mark my perfect skin.
Some of his other changes included making me take ice baths for not making diner to his standard or making me stand in front of him till I couldn’t hold it any more. He would then have me clean my pee off the floor with my tongue as he fucked Linda in front of me.
He started finding more and more men to give me to. He told me that he was trying to get me knocked up but I had the distinct feeling that he was whoring me out for a price as I ended up meeting more and more men in pretty sleazy hotels.
One man in his late 50’s seemed to be a regular. I would go to his room about twice a month and we would watch porn films. He would then expect me to do exactly what the porn star had done for him and his friends.
Another man I met about once a month had a tit fetish. At first he just wanted to tit fuck me, but then he built up to binding my breasts until they turned blue. He would place clamps on my nipples and stick my swollen breasts into ice water or hot water as I cried in pain. Another favorite was to stick little needles into my soft breast skin and watching little spots of my blood escaped thru the holes.
When I got home Roger would always look for marks on my body and then find an appropriate punishment for me as he pocketed his pimp fees.
On very rare occasions he would send Linda to meet a client or to join me. That all ended when Linda got pregnant with Rogers child.
Not understanding that my life had just changed forever, I took to acting like Linda’s mother. I got her thru her morning sickness and I did her chores in addition to my own.
I didn’t understand until about two months later when Roger invited Roy and Mary for diner to meet Linda.
After letting me think I would see my son he had me fix diner and clean house. Roger then packed my things in a small case as he had me give my ring to Linda and told me to get out. I pleaded that I had no money and nowhere to go. After two years of captivity, I told Roger that I didn’t know anyone and I had no way to pay my way. He told me that I was a whore and that I should sell my body to pay my way.
I walked down the street a free woman.
As I walked I thought of Richard and all that I had lost. I made up my mind to get it all back. I somehow knew that the local police would somehow protect Roger and I knew that I needed some money.
That night, I stood on the corner and sold my pussy to seven men as I pocketed four hundred dollars. It was the first time I had touched money in two years. Risking being arrested for prostitution and knowing that I had been letting Roger sell my body for all that time. I decided that if I slept in the park and used only the minimum to feed myself, if I worked every night for a week, I could get a bus to find Richard in a week with 2 or 3 thousand in my pocket. I just had to be careful because I would probably only get one shot at this. Selling myself to strangers was not a good start but at least I got to choose who did what to me and I got to keep the money. I reasoned that it was no different than what I had been forced to do. In fact I justified it by saying this was buying back part of what had been taken from me.
Without ID, I couldn’t get on a plane and without the first thought as to how to get ID when I had nothing I could focus only on making enough money to go find Richard.
A week from the day that I walked out his front door, I was a free woman on my way to find my husband.
Sleeping where I could for the past week and bathing in open restrooms, I was dirty and tired. I did a load of laundry. Roger packed some of my sluttiest outfits and no under ware. Just before getting on the bus I bought three sets of cheap panties and bras. I felt that the simple purchase was part of me regaining what had been taken from me.
I had $2500 in my pocket and I wanted to leave the last two years and all the humiliation behind me. The only man that I wanted in my pants was Richard. I spent the three day trip catching up on my sleep and dreaming of finding a way to get Richard to forgive me.
Upon arrival I found a room for rent and set out to find Richard. After a week I was already down to $1500. I had called every Richard in the book. I went to the library and looked for him on the internet. Just as I was about to give up, I saw this huge construction project with a big banner adverting “Construction by Richard T. Inc.”
I found a paper and pencil and wrote down the number. As soon as I could find a phone I called the number and instead of asking for Richard I asked for their address. I knew my chances of convincing Richard to take me back were better if I could just talk to him in person.
I paid the $80 cab fare because the bus would take too long and I couldn’t wait another minute. The cab dropped me outside the office of Richard T. Inc. I thought that my best option would be to tell Richard the truth, including anything he wanted to know about my last two years. I couldn’t hide from the truth of what I had done and I couldn’t ask for forgiveness without telling him everything.
Dressed in one of my more modest outfits and with holes in my shoes, I still looked like a hooker, but I had no choice. It was now or never.
As I walked thru the front door I took a deep breath and asked the receptionist if I could have a moment with Richard. Giving me the once over as a low life, she asked my name. Without thinking that I might be giving him a heads up to avoid me I said my name is Emily.
Before she finished announcing me, Richard came bolting thru the door. Before I could say a word, he took me in his arms and kissed me. He told the receptionist to cancel his appointments for the day and he ushered me out to a shiny new BMW Convertible.
As he drove he said Emily, I have missed you so much. As I tried to explain, Richard said don’t say a word. You can tell me all about it later. Right now I just want to take you home. I have done well but I missed having you with me to share my life with you.
Richard had a beautiful home on a culdi-sac in a town next to the Beach. He pulled into the garage and led me into the house. He laid out a pair of shorts and a comfortable blouse along with under ware that was my size as he said you look great I was hoping you would one day need these clothes I saved for you.He said take all the time you need to shower and freshen up. Then I want to take you for the best steak diner in town. I still hadn’t said a word but Richard sat nervously in the living room waiting for me.
After devouring two massive steaks Richard with tears in his eyes said I couldn’t find you. He said that when I left I was really mad at you. When I mysteriously received three videos of you doing all sorts of vulgar things I knew that if it really was you, you were somehow being forced to do these terrible things. I came rushing back to our hometown but with little money and medication for my ribs making me lose my focus, I went to the police. Even with the videos, I met one dead end after another. For a week or so, your office routinely said you were in meetings. Then they told me you had resigned your position.
Your phone stopped ringing thru and I had the car traced to a used car lot. They had no idea who had sold them the car, but your signature was on the sales document. I had the banks trace your credit cards but in two years no one has used them. Missing persons gave up when the trail went cold. I have been totally lost and I spend all my spare time searching for you. I have been back to our hometown at least a dozen times with leads on your whereabouts only to find another dead end. I have worked like a dog to build a successful company and I can see that you are not wearing my ring. It is my belief that you have been thru enough. There is no need for apologies, and you can take as much time as you need to tell me what happened. I would only ask that you not try to save me or tell me anything but the truth.
We have lost two years and I will leave it to you as to wither you want to forgive those that hurt you, or go to the authorities and make them pay.
I know you told me not to be apologetic but I need you to know that I am sorry I said. I missed you terribly and I had everything from my dignity to my husband and my child taken from me and I want you back. Richard never flinched when I said child. He just said lets go home, we have a lot of time to make up for.
On the ride home we were silent. When we got in the front door, Richard took me in his arms and we shared a long overdue kiss. I finally took a step back and said I need a minute to tell you or show you a few things before we can be intimate.
Not having a clue as to how to start, I asked Richard to bear with me and I reached into my panties and removed the posts in my lips. I handed them to Richard and said that my captor was named Roger. Yes he is the same Roger that I worked for. He had my pussy pierced. I then reached into my bra and one at a time removed the nipple posts and handed them to Richard as I told him that Roger had also gotten my nipples pierced. As he tried to hold me I said that isn’t the worst part of it. I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra as I said, he also branded me as I showed my husband the results of Rogers sick mind on my left breast. I said if it is ok with you I want to spend tonight in your bed making you understand how much I love you.
All I have is an address, but tomorrow morning I would love your help in prosecuting this sick man to the fullest extent of the law.
The next morning I woke to Richard on the internet. He printed everything he could find on Roger and we spent the day learning all we could about this man and his associates.
Within a week, we had the police involved looking at past indiscretions of one Roger. It turned out the house was a rental but a few luxury cars were registered to Roger. They were able to piece together a major investigation of missing money at the company that Roger still worked for.
About a week later we were told that his passport had been rescinded and that a missing child named Linda had been missing for six months.
Richard hired a detective and located Roger living under the name Royce at a hotel back in our hometown. Instead of going to the police, Richard hired the same agency well known in tracking and abducting fugitives.
Three nights later a very large man in leg shackles and hand cuffs was delivered to our front door. Richard in anticipation had a steel cell installed in the basement and we had them deliver Roger to the cell. Without releasing his restraints we left him there to contemplate his situation. He kept yelling that he could pay us well if we would just release him. Without seeing his face, I knew that Roger was in fact our captive. He had soiled himself and slept in it for three days before we decided what to do. Richard and I bought a home in the desert. We had a full cellar with steel reinforced concrete blocks built under our house.
In the month that it took to complete the project, Richard would use a garden hose to clean Roger’s cage. We kept him in leg shackles bolted to the steel brackets in the floor and had his handcuffs and face mask removed. We fed him thru a slot in the cell wall and we kept him on edge by playing opera music loud enough to keep him from sleeping but also loud enough to drown out his complaining. It took me three days to build up the courage to go to the cellar. With Richard by my side, I went down the stairs and into Rogers view. When he saw me he cursed and said he would kill me. I just smiled and said I am having your brand removed surgically from my chest at the end of the week.
When he spit at me I calmly continued by asking him when he was going to the Cayman Islands for his money. As he continued to curse me I said I guess you have not heard the news lately but in hometown they have located a pregnant 16 year old child named Linda. She is three months pregnant and they are looking for a Roger for statutory rape. He looked at me and smugly said he didn’t do it. I asked if he remembered leaving any DNA anywhere.
I then said there was this little discovery at a certain firm you used to work for. Federal authorities say that with a little luck they should be able to recover almost 10 million dollars from Cayman island accounts. There is a Mr. Royce being indicted for embezzlement to which Roger said I wish them luck.
With Richard silently letting me enjoy my moment, I told Roger that two prominent construction firms back home were being closed by Federal authorities for I think they said Bribing government officials. Owners of both firms were already in custody and oh yeah did I mention they were both named after Royce. In the footnotes it said something about a one year old little boy is in the process being reunited with his real mother and charges in that incident were also pending.
Roger just kept screaming vulgar things as he tested the strength of his restraints.
I said I know you have the money for a first rate defense in each of these silly cases but your little slut has fixed all that for you. When Roger asked what I meant by that I said over the next two weeks you are going to confess everything you did to me. Then my husband is going to transport you to a little house we just bought. We have some amateur researchers there that are always looking for human volunteers to test their latest drugs. We had to work really hard to convince them that you are human but they finally agreed to let you volunteer.
Since I know that you have not been keeping up on the news, I thought I might update you on two little things that won’t be in the news. First is that the company you used to work for has settled for 8.5 million dollars with a very lovely young lady that was held captive for two years by her manager at the firm. Before you get too emotional about that, remember when I told you that your little slut had fixed all your legal problems? When Roger responded by continuing to curse me I said that the way she solved those problems for you was to make you disappear. By the time she is through with you, you will be wishing the police had found you. Nobody knows where you are or that you were able to slip past all those nice policeman to get here. You are going to wish that you had legal problems because for the next two weeks you and I are going to play a little game. The rules are that Roger doesn’t get to choose what order I take things from him. At the end of the two weeks, you will be more than agreeable to be transported to your retirement home for those nice Doctor wanabees to perform all sorts of surgeries to see if there really is a heart in there. When they are done cutting they will have all kinds of nice drugs to make you a better person.
Or did I forget to tell you that one of those drugs was in that big old burger you ate about an hour ago? If their guess is right you should be getting a severe headache in about 20 minutes. Again he cursed me. If they are wrong you should still pass out from the pain this new treatment will cause. I have been told that so far everyone that has taken this pill has gotten deathly ill. This little red pill in my hand is the antidote. It works in most of the test cases.
I was just wondering to myself how much begging I could stand before I let you have this little red pill. Twenty minutes later I smiled at Roger and said I guess you are one of the unfortunate ones that get both the severe headache and the vomiting stomach pain.
Roger acted as if he had some kind of power over me as he said give me the red pill bitch. I said my diner is waiting and I headed for the stairs as I told him he would have to do better than that.
I returned an hour and a half later to find Roger crying and doubled up on the concrete floor holding his head and his stomach. It took a moment to realize that not only had he chucked but he had also ruined his shorts.
Like a good little host, I took out the garden hose and hosed his mess down the drain in the floor. I said you might want to remove those dirty trousers so I can shove this hose up your ass. He told me to go to hell. I asked him very nicely did I had neglect to tell you that without this darn little red pill you will just get worse until you die. Again he cursed me as I told him to have fun but I had an errand to run. He was struggling to remove his trousers as he realized I was going back up stairs. He started pleading for the pill as I shut the basement door realizing that sooner or later he had to give me what I asked.
I was only gone for 45 minutes but when I returned, Roger was a dark shade of green. He was in real trouble as he lay naked and begging doubled over in pain. I asked him if he had anything to say. All I heard was please help me.
Standing on the outside of his cell inches from this pitiful excuse for a human I said softly, that’s not good enough. He was now begging me to tell him what it was I wanted him to say. I said that he needed to figure that out for himself. This time as I pretended to leave this 6'4 230 pounds of a man was balling and trying to convince me he was sorry.
I said you are in no condition to sign the bank transfers and the confessions but if you promise to do that when you feel better I will give you this little pill. When he immediately agreed to sign anything I wanted, I handed him the pill.
Within minutes he was feeling better as he told me to go to hell. I said listen you naked idiot, this was just a test. I want you to remember all these nice words you are using the next time you need a little red pill because I know I will remember them. He said go to hell, I just won’t eat anything.
I said that would be real smart because I have a key to your new cell and sooner or later you will die of malnutrition. You are not supposed to know when these little viruses are consumed because part of the test is monitoring each patient’s results. His response was to say listen bitch, I am not a patient. I dipped a dart into a special solution and with Roger sitting naked on the floor, I threw the dart and it stuck right in his thigh. As he reached for it, he blacked out. I used a special tool to retrieve the dart and went to bed.
In the morning I went down to find Roger scratching himself raw and begging for the little red pill. I said let me guess, you were comatose for about three hours and then you woke up to a terrible full body itch. Funny but I don’t remember you eating anything did you sneak a pizza? Wonder how long you can be nice to me this time?
Alright I give up he said. Give me the pill. At that point I suggested that I didn’t know if there was a red pill for this. He said stop fucking around this is serious. I mockingly asked him if that word he just used was meant to be nice to which he said please give me the pill.
I gave him the pill and told him I would be back in half an hour with a pen for him to sign a few things. He laughed under his breath at me for being so trusting.
When I returned I gave him some scrambled eggs and potatoes. I then handed him the pen and a confession for him to sign. He refused by saying he wasn’t signing anything he hadn’t read. He was cautiously examining his food before each mouthful. I asked him why he didn’t trust me. He just told me to go to hell as he ripped the paper in half and threw it and the pen at me.
I just sat there and waited for him to finish his breakfast as he called me everything he could think of. When he had taken his last bite I asked if he was feeling anything yet. All he could manage was aw shit not again. I said remember how you promised to be nice? Without waiting for an answer I said sometime in the next hour you are going to lose the use of your legs. You will then lose the ability to move your arms. Your mind will be working feverishly but you will be unable to talk or to move. You will remain in that condition for about twenty four hours. You will be able to hear everything I say. He just said that didn’t scare him. I said you will remember everything I say and for three days after you start coming around, you will be real eager to do whatever I tell you to do. I think for a few days I am going to really like you. As I left I said oh did I tell you there was no little red pill for this one but don’t worry, everyone that has been tested on this drug so far has been back to normal in about five days.
I asked him if he wanted company until he lost feeling or if he wanted to be alone. When he didn’t answer, I said isn’t this fun? I think we have time for lots more fun before you leave. I really hope that you are on board with all the choices I am making on your behalf. I would hate to think that you needed to be punished for not following my demands.
I could tell that Rogers legs were going to sleep as he kind of fell on his side because his legs were useless. As I continued to watch his arms stopped moving and he got deathly silent. As I left I said I hope you don’t mind but I have a few errands to run. You don’t have to thank me but I just wanted you to know what I was thinking might be a bit of fun when you decide to please me.
First you will sign all those pesky little documents that were presenting such bad vibes between us. After that you will shave your head and your pelvic area. I think cocks with hair are very untidy don’t you? Oh yeah, I am going to take my first class in piercing and I think your nipples would look nice with a little ball hanging from them don’t you. Before you really decide I need to let you know that I really don’t know anything about tattoos and I am just too busy to learn.
Over hear in this corner I have a little gas stove to heat and sterilize my prod. Since I can’t do tattoos I am just going to brand you with this here little branding iron. I had one especially made with my first and last name on it. I watched the terror in his eyes as I asked if he thought it would be better to have my name branded on his cheek, his dick or both ass cheeks. I said before you choose, I am kind of a thinking I might do all four.
I left him to ponder his fate.
When I returned the next morning he smiled and willingly signed all the bank forms plus a lengthy confession. He gave me specific instructions on his deals as well as the whereabouts of Fred and John and I questioned him at length about Sammy and his hoods.
I handed him a razor and a mirror and watched him shave his head and groin panting like a little dog as if to say is this how you want me to do it.
When he had finished that task and returned all the sharp objects, he stuck out his chest as I took my first stab at body piercing. When he had a post in each nipple I thought he might look nice with a little angel hanging from his ears so I pierced those also.
He was just starting to be able to talk again so I asked him if he had decided where he wanted my brand as I fired up the little stove. To my surprise, by the time I was ready, Roger told me that he would like my name burned into his flesh in all four of the places that I had originally thought of. I said that since I had never done this before, maybe we should start on your ass to which he said that would be marvelous.
I heated the cattle prod and had him turn with his fat ass in the air. I stuck it into his left cheek and held it there as I smelled his flesh burning. All I heard in a very mellow voice from Roger was that it felt really nice. Can we do the other side now?
As I reheated the branding Iron, I had to admit that though it wasn’t pretty, my name was clearly visible. I wasted no time in shoving the hot iron into his other butt cheek. Knowing that this big child would probably be in lots of pain for a few days, I held the iron as still as I could while it burned my name into his flesh.
I figured I would save the hardest one for last so I had Roger lay on his back as I stuck the hot metal into his left cheek. He never moved and he never complained as I left my name on his face. When that was done I said OK little boy, I need you to spread your legs real wide and use your hand to present me with your dick. He smiled and immediately complied. As I brought the branding iron forward I said now remember I need you to hold your dick really still because I am still new at this and I don’t want to have to do this again if it doesn’t turn out right.
As I stuck the hot metal to his manhood, I had the sense that he could feel the pain. I held it there as the skin burned. I wondered what it would look like if he were ever able to get another hard-on. As I removed the iron, I had to admit that each branding was better than the last and this one was perfect with my name branded on his cock in clear letters for as long as Roger remained on this planet.
I fed him and told him to be a good boy because I would be gone for a few days. I gave him a toothbrush and suggested he spend a few days’ scrubbing the floor of his cell. The reality was I couldn’t think of anything else that I needed him to accomplish. I left him two large tubes of burn cream and went to the post office to mail the documents to the Federal folks tracking down his off shore money and the local police who were still looking for Mr. Royce and building the case against him. Both letters included a short memo about what they were receiving but neither had a return address. The letter to the local police included the information I had gathered on John, Fred and Sammy
That same day, I had to go to my lawyer’s office to sign the release forms in my sexual misconduct case and the custody papers for my son to be returned.
Three days later I went to visit Roger. He had polished the concrete till it was smooth and he was done with vulgar words. He said hello Emily as I came down the stairs. I asked him if he was sore and he said it hurt like crazy but he deserved it. I said you will be leaving here at the end of the week. I will visit you from time to time to be sure they are keeping you in just enough pain but I will be busy raising my son. I need you to take one more pill for me. He said if I say please will you tell me what it will do to me. I said it will basically castrate you. You will never be able to get hard again. He took the pill and swallowed it as I said it’s really kind of a shame because I would have liked to see what my name on your useless member would have looked like if you could get a hard-on.
I said at some point in the near future, my amateur researchers will probably castrate you permanently. I know they are looking so forward to meeting you and experimenting both with surgical techniques and state of the art pills that will do strange things to you. They are going to drill little holes in to your scull and they are going to fill you with all kinds of viruses and medications. They will probably keep you in a state just below understanding what is going on and just sensitive enough to feel the pain.
Hopefully when they are thru they will have discovered some way of turning people like you into real humans. If not I promise you that no one will ever miss you.
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Story Twelve
Getting off the planeļ¼Sara was overwhelmed by the steamy humidity and bright hot sunshine. She’d been told to dress in a business attire so she was suddenly stifiling in her suit jacket and skirt. Her heels seemed extremely out of place in the tropical climate.
It was the thought of spending another February in the Midwest that first attracted her to the strange internship she was about to start.
Strange because it was so suited to her strengths and strange because it almost literally fell into her lap - by way of her email inbox. What could be more perfect? A month on a South Pacific Island, offering management training to employees of a small company whose mission was conservation, housing for the month, a stipend equal to what she was already being paid and a another stipend to her current employer for her absence - it had taken her all of about 10 minutes to decide this was what she’d be waiting for her whole adult life.
The preparation for the trip had been a whirlwind, as had the travel. Sara have had several phone conversations with the manager, had done her homework on the company and had checked out past participants in the internship program - all of whom had had amazing things to say about their experiences. Within 3 weeks of seeing the email, she had wrapped things up at work, gotten someone to stay in her apartment to feed her cat and here she was, thousands of miles away from the cold and the bundle of stress that had become her life of late.
As she grabbed her small suitcase off the tarmac, Sara was once again aware of the large, attractive man who was walking just behind her. He had boarded her small plane in Hawaii just after her, taking the seat directly behind here. He was a big guy for such a small plane - there were only 7 people on the plane after all and it would have been impossible not to notice him. But she got the distinct feeling that he was keenly aware of her too. Not in a creepy, wants-to-talk-to-you-on-a-plane-for-hours kind of way, just in a way that made it seem like he already knew her. Maybe this was why she wasn’t startled when he reached out and gently grabbed her elbow.
“Welcome to Palau, Ms Sara. If you’ll come with me I’ll take you to meet your new boss.”
“Um wow - how did you know… I mean… have we met? Do you work for Aero too” Sara stammered. Maybe she was more startled than she realized.
“Yes, I work for Aero. Specifically for Mr. Charles. We haven’t met directly but its was my job to make sure you got here okay. You can call me Ben. Please come with me. Mr. Charles doesn’t like to wait.” The man apparently named Ben removed her bag from her hand and using her elbow to guide her, directing her to the airport door.
Sara had never experienced an airport like this one. One small building, one runway with two small planes sitting on it - each one a 12 seater at most. It seemed more like a small bus station than any airport she had ever seen. As they walked in the door it was the chill of the air conditioning that hit her this time, causing her whole body to break out in chills.
Ben continued to push her along at a brisk pace, until their desitnation became obvious. Mr. Charles, Sara assumed, was standing beside a tall round cocktail style table at the very back of the small room that operated as a waiting area for passengers taking off or those meeting arriving passengers. He was also a tall man, Sara would guess in his late 30’s or mid 40’s. It was hard to tell his age actually. He wore a white linen long sleeved shirt and tan pants of the same material - exactly what you would expect a man to wear in this tropical setting. Mr Charles was clearly someone who lived in Palau and his deep tan and healthy physique indicated he thrived in this enrivonment. If he hadn’t been her new boss Sara might have even consiered him hot.
As they reached him, Mr Charles face broke out into a wide grin and he placed a hand on each of Sara’s upper arms. He pulled her toward him and kissed her on both cheeks.
“Sara, welcome. We have all been waiting so anxiously for your arrival. Have a seat here” he said guestering toward a tall stool that was in the corner. “Let’s get aquainted and get the show on the road. Ben - go ahead and meet Romelio at the car. I will phone when we are ready to come out.”
“Sure thing Boss- see you in a few” said Ben as he abruptly turned around a headed toward the door, leaving Sara sitting with Mr. Charles.
“I trust that your travel went well?” Mr. Charles asked as he took the seat across from Sara.
“Yes, fine. Thank you for the tickets. I’ve never flown first class before, I really wasn’t expecting that. It was very generous.”
“Well, I am guessing that was the first of many things you’ll be experincing this month that you weren’t expecting.” he said “It was the least I could do. I’ve been looking forward to this for some time”
Sara laughed nervously “That sounds exciting and ominous all at the same time”
“I’m sure it does. You’re a perceptive young lady.” Mr Charles stared intently at Sara and his look became stern. “First things first, you will call me Lucas.”
Sara was immediately taken aback by the change in the man’s voice and even his posture. He moved his seat closer to hers and seemed to loom over her. This of course wasn’t too hard as he was at least 8 inches taller than her, and she was by no means short at 5'7".
“Okay… Lucas” she said slowly “I can do that. No problem”
Lucas smiled and let out a small, mostly silent chuckle. He waited for a few beats before he spoke.
“Of course you can.” He said. “Here’s the thing, I’d like to sit and make a little small talk but I hate small talk and I am anxious to get out of here and on to much better pursuits. However, for the sake of making the next month go smoothly there are some important things you need to know before you leave this airport.” Lucas smirked “Those ’things you weren’t expecting’ shall we say.”
And the bottom fell out of Sara’s stomach. OMG!!! It WAS too good to be true. Some part of her knew this had to be a scam and now she was going to learn all about it. Why hadn’t she listened to her intuition?! Fuck!
Furious, Sara practically shouted “Look, if this is a scam you should know, I haven’t got shit. I am up to my ears in debt up for my education. Any money I may have scrapped together I’ve already given to my parents and my brother so they don’t lose their houses. I don’t know what kind of a lunatic you are to spend over a thousand dollars to bring me here but the jokes on you buddy. I’ve got jack so if you want that, have at it!” Sara stood up fuming, with no idea where the hell she was going.
Lucas reached over and firmly grabbed her wrist while moving to stand in front of her, not too subtly pushing her back into her seat. She had no choice but to sit down.
“You will sit down, calm down and shut your pretty mouth and you will listen to me. Do you understand?” Lucas said through a tight but oddly genuine smile.
Oh shit, Sara thought. What the hell was this all about? She had no choice at this moment but to do as he “asked?”
“Okay, fine, I’ll hear you out.” Sara said as she tried unsucessfully to pull her wrist out of his grip. “But the fact remains, I have nothing to give you.”
“Ms. Sara, I assure you I know EXACTLY what you have to give. I know you better than your own mother at this point. And I can tell from your reaction and the look in your eyes that you are beginning to understand the position you are currently in. You have little choice other than to sit there and listen to what I am going to tell you, so take a deep breath and pay attention. Are you ready?” Lucas said in a disturbingly calm voice.
“Yes” Sara said far more meekly than she wanted it to
“First let me tell you about Aero. I realize you probably did a great deal of research about this company, otherwise you wouldn’t have felt comfortable getting on that plane.”
“Fat lot of good that did me.” Sara huffed
Lucas looked away slowly before returning to stare directly into Sara’s eyes. “Do NOT interupt me again. You have a smart mouth, its part of the reason I picked you but there is a time and a place and this is neither”
“You picked me? What do you mean by that.” Sara stared at him disbelievingly.
Lucas stiffened and gave Sara a very hard look. “Enough. Do not open your mouth again until I tell you to. Nod if you can follow that simple direction”
OMG - what was going on? Sara’s irritation was quickly turning to fear. Feeling she had no other choice, she cautiously nodded.
“Good girl. Continuing - Aero is my company and it is an extremely profitable and successful company. What it does is none of your business nor concern. You are not here to provide management consulting or training as you were led to believe. As you suspected, you were lied to. What my business does is none of your concern but what it has afforded me will be enlightening to you in your current prediciment. The success of my company has given me the chance to have whatever I want. And I wanted you.” At this Lucas paused. Sara swallowed hard to keep from speaking and tried to keep the fear that was overwhelming her from showing in her eyes.
“Nicely done, Ms. Sara.” Lucas said obviously pleased she had followed his order not to talk. " I own most of Palau. This airport is actually my airport. The employees you see here, they work for me. The passengers waiting to disembark - they were here to work with my company and at my request, though none of them know me personally. This is a small island. Its important that you remember that."
Lucas stood, scooted his chair in front of her so close that their legs were now touching and he lowered his voice.
“What I don’t have, that I want, is a woman. I have no interest in girlfriends or god forbid a wife. I have no room for that in my life. But I am human and I want a woman. And for the next month that is going to be you.” He paused, not so much for her to react as to make a point.
“I own you. That debt you ‘spoke’ of a moment ago? I bought it. Your parents house, your brother’s house? I own those too. It’s me your in debt to and your going to earn your way out of it. Do you understand that?”
Sara stared at him, clearly unable to process what he was saying.
“I said, do you understand? Answer me.”
“Yes, I guess… I mean no. What do you mean I am going to earn my way out of it - why would you buy my debt and their houses. I guess, no, obviously I don’t understand.” She stammered
Lucas smiled, looking terrifyingly handsome and mean. “Come on now Sara - you’re smarter than this. Its not that difficult to understand. I needed a woman. I found you, I wanted you and now you are here. See? Not so complicated.”
His condescending tone sparked something deep inside her, pushing away the fear temporarily and bringing back the anger. “What the fuck do you want me for?”
“Exactly, I knew you were a smart girl.”
“What?” She looked at him as if he were speaking another language.
“I want to fuck you. And I will fuck you, in the literal sense, frequently.”
“Oh my god. What?” Sara’s hand flew up to cover her neck as she looked at him aghast.
“I truly hate repeating myself. So I guess we’re back to you keeping that mouth shut until I tell you to open it.” Lucas said as her reached over and put his hand on her cheek. He slowly rubbed his thumb across her lips. “That mouth. I am going to put that to such good use. Don’t worry, I’ll be telling you to open it wide before long.”
Sara was on the verge of either hyperventilating or throwing up so speaking was not an option anyway.
“The way this works is this - you will stay here for a month. A month in which you belong to me. You will do whatever, whenever and with whomever I tell you. You don’t have to like it, I’ll like it enough for both of us.” The grin that had disappeared once more spread across his face. “Is that clear enough for you? Do you understand me? A simple yes or no please.”
“Yes” she squeaked out. “But I won’t do it.”
Though he visibly swallowed his irritation that she didn’t follow his direction, Lucas answered calmly “I figured you might say that. Frankly, I hoped you might say it. That’s just the kind of pervert I am. But I recognize that you do have a choice. Let me lay it out for you. If you refuse me and insist on getting back on that plane, I will ruin you financially. I will call in your debt immediately. I will foreclose on your family’s homes. And before you even think about it, there is no way you will trace any of that back to me. I have made a career at hiding my financial dealings. This is child’s play for me.” At this Lucas paused and waited for Sara to look him in the eyes.
“But, if you get in that limo waiting outside with me, when we get to my house I will instead wipe out all of that debt - yours, your family’s - gone just like that. Do you understand?”
Struggling to maintain her compsure so she could think, Sara said “Yes. You want to rape me for a month.”
Laughing deeply, Lucas shook his head. “No, Sara. Before you leave here with me today you will know exactly what is happening and you will go of your own free will. It will not be rape. Again, you may not want it and that’s okay with me. But it won’t be rape.”
“Then you want me to be a prostitute - sleep with you and you pay me by paying off my debts. Is that about accurate?” Sara snapped.
“If that is how you chose to interpret it that’s up to you. From what I’ve learned about you, I think you’re smarter than that and that you can rationally see the opportunity here. However, you are defintely wrong about one thing. You will not be “sleeping with me”. I will be fucking you. In this case I will repeat myself - you will do whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you and with whomever I tell you. Do you understand?” Lucas said. His patience was obviously wearing thin.
“So you want a sex slave?” Sara spat out at him. “Oh God - you didn’t have to go to all this trouble. There are people out there who love that shit. Why don’t you get one of them and leave me alone” What started out as an angry rant trailed off into a pitiful plea.
“Oh little thing… you better stop pleading now or we won’t make it to the house.” He said in a voice that clearly communicated how turned on he was becoming at her desperation. “I don’t want a slave. I will not threaten you with physical harm. I am not into whipping a girl or beating her or tying her up - that’s not my thing. Though I may spank your ass if you deserve it, which you already do. I am not looking for someone to keep under my bed in leather straps. I am in need of someone to do what they are told, when they are told. When I’m not using you, you’re free to do whatever you please. Swim, read a book, go for a walk, go to the beach, learn fucking quantum physics. I truly don’t care - I hope you have a great time on the island. But when I want to fuck you, I will fuck you. Do you understand?”
“I think I’m going to be sick” Sara moaned.
“If you are truly going to be sick, the bathroom is that way.” Lucas gestured toward the ladies room at the far side of the waiting room. “If you’re being overly dramatic then do me a favor and stop.” He paused for a moment for Sara to get up.
“I am sure this is overwhelming but if you can put aside your hang ups, you might see this is a great opportunity. I don’t actually care if you do. I just think that it IS a great opportunity for you. And I think you’re smart enough to see that. Of course, the choice is yours. Stay here and be debt free or go home and figure out how to live in your car… with your parents…and your brother’s family.” And again, the terrifying and gorgeous grin spread across his face.
“You are a sick fuck”
“Yep, probably. Of course, you could be flattered. I really want to fuck you.” Lucas paused.
“I could have any number of women. I actually have women on the island who would kill for this opportunity. But I want you.”
“Oh? Why didn’t you say that before? That’s totally romantic, sign me up.” Sara couldn’t help herself.
“That is the kind of thing that will cause me to spank your ass. You are such a fucking smart ass. I’m going to have to keep your mouth full.” Lucas said “But since you mentioned romance - I should address that. This isn’t going to be romantic. We are not going to fall in love. This isn’t 50 fucking shades of gray. It will be hot, and dirty and nasty and you may actually love it. But it won’t be romantic. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Though you flatter yourself to think that even entered my mind.”
“Just covering all the bases, babe. Well almost all the bases.” Lucas stood abruptly. “I have waited long enough. That plane is leaving for Hawaii in 15 minutes.” He said gesturing out the window to one of the small planes. " I need your answer in 5 minutes. If you decide to stay, we go to the house, and I’ll immediately take care of financial business and you’re financially set. If you decide to leave, I’ll put you on that plane and you’ll never hear from me again. By the time you land back in Des Moines you will be bankrupt and your family will be homeless. And oh, do remember- everyone here works for me. Don’t even think about going over to one of them to ask for help. Try that and the whole deal is off." Lucas started to turn from the table. “I’m going to go get a drink while you think about it. Do you want anything?”
“My fucking god… no.” Sara said in a shellshocked and furious voice.
“Calling me that already are you? Oh kitten, just you wait.” and with a smirk Lucas turned and walked toward what passed for a bar in the small airport.
What choice did she have? It was extoration at best, prostitution at worst. Sara hadn’t known this man more than 30 minutes and he held her whole future in his hands. How the hell had this happened? She was angry and scared and completely freaked out. Could she even do it?
Then it occurred to her that maybe there was a way out of this. The bastard said, twice, that he would pay off her debt as soon as they got to his house. He also said, though why she believed him she didn’t know, that he wouldn’t rape her. What was to keep her from agreeing, going with him to the house and then refusing to have sex with him? As Lucas had said, this wasn’t a big island, they would be to “the house” in very little time she suspected. This whole nightmare could be over as quickly as it started. Lucas appeared to have this thing pretty well thought out but perhaps she had found the loophole. Sara was good at loopholes - she’d been looking for them and using them to her advantage her whole life.
She stared out the window at that plane that would soon leave for Hawaii. There was no one in this airport that could help her. Once that plane was gone she was stuck here, unless she wanted to swim to Hawaii. Sara strived in her life to be pragmatic and rational, this was definitely not the time to let her emotions take over her brain. She had to consider the consequences.
It wasn’t as if she was a virgin or a prude even. And Lucas certainly wasn’t heinous. In a different place she would have found him attractive and even been extremely flattered if he approached her in a club. Frankly, he was out of her league. She had been with a handful of men and she liked sex but this was something completely different and terrifying. What the hell did he mean - anywhere, anytime… with anyone? He was clearly exageratting - talking tough so she knew he was serious. Then again, if her plan worked, she wouldn’t have to do anything. And really, again, what choice did she have?
Lucas slowly walked back over to the table, slidding his chair back to the other side of the table, drink in hand. “Time’s up. What’s your decision?”