Her Master's Courtesan (31 page)

“I’m taking you to meet your new owner, Courtesan. You need to dress seductively and make me a proud Master when he sees you.” His fingers reached up to grip her chin and I died again when it looked like he was going to kiss her.

He didn’t and my cold heart resettled in my chest after having been pushed up into my throat.

“Yes, Master.”

She walked to grab some clothes from her closet, intentionally swaying her hips in a manner that would enrapture and entice. When I turned to look back at Aiden, I expected his eyes to be locked to her ass, but when I found the ice blue staring directly at me, I shuddered. The intensity of his stare was made more powerful by the fact that I knew I would never see it again.

“Eyes down, pet. The man to whom you have been sold will not condone your rebellion. His pain will be worse than mine. I can promise you that.”

There was a hidden warning in his words – in the menacing tone of his voice. I trained my eyes on my feet and listened as he locked Kelsey into her chains. When she was ready, he grabbed my leash and led us both out – lambs to the slaughter.

Our chains rattled and echoed through the empty halls and sunlight bathed my exposed skin when we were led into the foyer. I heard what sounded like boots approaching, but I didn’t look up into the face of the man to whom I was being given.

“They’re all yours, Duke. I hope you enjoy them.”

The voice that responded sent chills across my skin. “I’ll have weeks of fun with these two.”

He approached me and I saw cowboy boots come into my line of sight. His large hand was rubbing up my stomach, squeezing my breast in his hand so hard; the wind was forced from my lungs. He smelled disgusting – musty and old and I saw how his large belly hung over his pants.

“I think I’ll fuck this one first. I’m not even sure I’ll get her back to my house before I climb back to her cage and take that sweet little pussy.” I watched his hand when he released my breast and his fingers slid between my thighs, pushing up inside me. “Fuck, Aiden, she’s wet already. You are, indeed, the best Master in this society.”

I wanted to vomit and my stomach cramped as I tried to prevent myself from retching all over Duke’s boots.

“Fuck man, I want to throw her down right here in your foyer.” He laughed – sick and disgusting – and pumped his fingers inside me. I tried to tighten my legs, to force him out, but his hands were too large – too strong for me to resist.

I was suddenly pulled forward by my chain and I heard the front door open.

“You should be on your way, Duke. I don’t need to see your big ass, naked and sweaty, in my house. Fuck her when you have her somewhere else.”

When Duke led us outside and the first bits of unfiltered light touched my skin, I felt a hand wrap around my bicep, prohibiting me from moving forward. Aiden pressed his mouth to my ear, when he said, “Be sure to fight, Rebecca.”

I turned to look in his direction, but he forced my head back down. I was left with his last cryptic instruction when I was led into the parking lot – the sharp stones pressing up painfully into the bottom of my feet.

Duke led us to a trailer intended to carry horses, the bars were covered over with some type of thick black cloth and I knew once we were inside, it would be the last I’d see of Aiden or the life I’d hoped to live with him.

I broke a rule at that moment when I turned to look back at the house while Duke secured Kelsey into one of the cages inside the trailer. Aiden stood at the front door – staring out across the expanse of the driveway at me. He looked beautiful in the stone grey suit and crisp white button down shirt. His black hair was perfectly accented against his tan skin and the sunlight caught the blue of his eyes, making them glow. He smiled one last time before turning and walking into the house, shutting the door behind him and letting me go.

I felt Duke’s hand on my arm and I struggled to free myself of his grip.

“I don’t think so bitch. I’m taking you right fucking now. I break down horses for fun. If a 1000 pound animal can’t escape me, don’t think your little ass will.”

He dragged me into the trailer, throwing me down on top of hay, which filled the cage. Climbing in, he rolled me onto my stomach, flipping the silk of my teddy over my back, exposing everything to his eyes and hands. I closed my eyes when I heard his zipper fall and I coughed on the bile in my throat when he shoved himself inside. He grunted as he fucked me – an animal taking his fill. He smelled and his hands were rough and torn from callouses when he squeezed my breasts. The trailer rocked from how forceful he thrust himself inside me.

When he grunted out his release – when he sounded like a hog busting his load inside a sow – I cracked. I felt nothing and I lay there, motionless and helpless, not giving a fuck about whether I lived or died any longer.

He pulled free and felt his cum drip out of me. The bile forced its way up my throat again and I threw up right there in my cage.

He buckled his pants and stepped out of the cage. “You disgusting bitch. I’ll let you ride in your vomit for the four-hour trip home. Serves you fucking right, you dirty cunt!”

He slammed the door and locked it and I felt the trailer shake as he climbed out. Darkness surrounded me when he shut the final door and within minutes the trailer rocked again when we pulled away from Aiden’s house and out onto the highway that would take me far away from where I wanted to be.

I don’t remember the drive to Duke’s ranch and I barely recall the last two weeks that I’ve spent as his Courtesan. He fucked me several times each day – never giving me time to heal from his violence. I never came and the only moisture that he induced from my body was tears.

I’d lost weight and my skin was broken and cut - scraped, dirty and bloody. Instead of a bedroom with a soft bed and warm carpet, I was trapped in a dank, wet cell – a prison fashioned out of his basement. It was always cold and I was not permitted to wear clothes.

There were several cages – large enough to sit or lie down – but you couldn’t stand up or move about. If you had to go to the bathroom, you pissed where you sat. It didn’t matter to him; he’d just spray you down with the ice cold water of a hose.

The cages were circled around a center area where a wood table was affixed to the floor. The table had different straps and shackles and it allowed him to position you in the manner that he wanted you that particular day. He fucked us in front of each other – and I saw him kill one girl already.

He had her on her knees on the ground, a metal bucket of water placed in front of her. He would fuck her while holding her face beneath the water – driving her body into a fit of convulsions when she struggled to breath. Lifting her head out, he’d let her take one large breath before shoving her beneath again – thrusting into her and getting off on her muscles tensing as she died. When he finally came inside her, he held her under longer – and when he pulled himself out of her and tucked himself in his pants to walk back out of the room – she was left naked on the ground, her hands motionless on the floor and her face submerged in the bucket.

Sometimes he would take us upstairs. We were always strapped to walls. He threw darts at some – whipped others. He would always make me participate and I would – just to avoid the pain I knew would come with my refusal. I beat these women without sympathy or remorse, but I never dealt the killing blow. He would fuck me in front of them and I would fake getting off – because if I didn’t, then he would beat me as well. I was afraid – a coward – and I submitted to a disgusting and psychopathic man. When he moved inside me, I would think of Aiden; would imagine his hands on my body, his teeth at my neck. It was never enough to take me completely away from what Duke did to me – but it helped.

Aiden was still – and would always be – my Master.

When Duke would return us downstairs, there would always be one less heart beating and one less pair of lungs breathing the fetid stench in the air. He would leave their bodies on the table and he would have sex with them after they’d grown cold. Eventually, he would drag them away, disposing of them in some manner I hadn’t seen. He could have been burying them – but I suspected it was far worse than that.

Kelsey hadn’t spoken since we arrived. She continued to follow the rules forced in her by Aiden and she would dance when Duke brought her from her cage. She would moan and scream when he fucked her, but when you looked in her eyes – it was obvious that she was no longer there.

Duke beat the other women worse than us and I cringed each time I saw him pull their weak and emaciated bodies from the cages where he kept them contained. After realizing that he killed the ones he’d had the longest first, I determined that, eventually, it would be Kelsey and I strapped up and beaten – our skin broken by the tip of his whip and our bodies abused by his mouth, his dick and his hands.

I woke up this morning to discover that only three of us remained, the fourth that had been there when I fell into a fitful sleep was no longer in her cage. Every time the door opened I feared he’d bring fresh victims downstairs, a sign that my time was coming up soon – that I would be the next to parish under the morbid pleasure of a man who got off by killing.

Be sure to fight, Rebecca …

Aiden’s words echoed through my thoughts and I recognized that he’d known exactly what type of man to whom he sold me. It made the pain hurt worse to know that Aiden didn’t care whether he would see me alive again. It was about money and nothing more – he hadn’t been lying when he spoke those words so many weeks before.

Sparse bits of light penetrated the room, a single flickering bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a dull orange glow about the room. Kelsey was still sleeping in her cell, balled up in a fetal position, her back and shoulders moving slowly with her deep inhalations of breath. The other girl – Amy – was sitting up in a corner of her cage, her arms wrapped around her knees when she rocked back and forth. I could tell her mind had splintered days before – she no longer spoke or argued, no longer fought to hold onto the life Duke was intent on destroying.

I realized that I would die in this disgusting hole – contained in a box on a ranch, in the middle of fucking nowhere. I thought back on my life quite often, remembering the details – the hopes and dreams, the nightmares and tragedies – the events of a life wasted, always made to submit to some cruel and unforgiving Master – whether it was life itself or the palm of Aiden’s hand.

Wishing for the same mental absence as Kelsey and Amy, I was jealous of their ignorance, of their ability to free themselves of their bodies – to not experience our living Hell as vividly as me. I laughed to think that I was actually jealous of women who had been broken down completely; who had been stripped of their thoughts, their emotions and opinions – left empty and void in the dark and damp basement of a madman.

I heard the lock of the thick wood door open and I listened to his boots descend the stairs as he entered the basement. I didn’t look up at him and I balled around myself, hoping he wouldn’t set his vile eyes on me. He stood in the center of the room, surveying us in our cages and when he turned instantly, I heard the lock to Amy’s cage being opened, the hinges of the door squealing loudly when he pulled it.

She didn’t scream or cry, but simply crawled out when he reached in and grabbed her wrist. Ribs stuck out from beneath her thin skin and she stood up on shaky legs. He threw her on the table, reaching over to turn on a radio so loud, it drowned out her screams. I didn’t look up to see what he did to her. I didn’t want the images stuck in my head, replaying over and over again when I slept.

And then – there were two.

He left her body lying across the dark wood – an un-sanded surface that would force splinters in your skin when he fucked you. I opened my eyes and allowed myself to look at the cement floor beneath the table, watched as a crimson puddle spread and grew with each echoed drip from above. Her hand hung down and was within my view and I noticed that the tips of her fingers were ripped and bloody – some fingernails broken and others that were missing altogether.

Either myself or Kelsey would be next. Considering he liked to use me in her abuse – involve me in his depraved games and assaults – I assumed I’d be the last woman standing. I’ve whipped her. I’ve struck her with my fists. I’ve shoved objects in her body – all while Duke sat back masturbating, amused and excited to see a courtesan that would abuse another.

And I felt nothing when I did it.

No compassion or regret …

I did what I was told in order to keep myself alive. I would continue to be a
good girl
to a man I wanted dead and rotting in the cold, dark ground.

Hours passed before he eventually returned, dragging me out of my cage and handing me a mop to erase the evidence of his madness. He took the body upstairs with him, leaving behind a dark stained trail for me to clean. Whenever he removed the dead, I heard animal sounds at night. Dogs growling at each other – other unidentifiable animals fighting over whatever it was they’d found. It made me sick and I threw up wondering what it was he’d fed us on those nights.