Sold into Slavery (13 page)

“Yeah,” Devin agreed, rubbing at the grit in his eyes. “Thank you, Uncle Ron. I owe you big time.”

“You owe me nothing, nephew. Now get some rest. Good night.”

“’Night. And thanks.”

Devin let himself fall back against the pillows, too exhausted suddenly even to take off his clothing. Closing his eyes, he felt himself being sucked down into a deep, dreamless sleep.

~*~

Leah found herself bound to a rack that was like something out of a science fiction movie. Made from some kind of metal tubing, it consisted of a circle large enough for a person to stand or lie inside, arms and legs spread in a human X. She was secured at the wrists, ankles and waist, her back supported by a bar that extended across the diameter of the circle. The rack was mounted on a pivot, enabling it to be tilted at any angle, from fully upright to completely horizontal.

At the moment, Leah was upright, staring at an image of herself in a mirror that covered an entire wall. The room, like the torture chamber the steward had taken her to, contained BDSM equipment and gear, but unlike that windowless room, which had the stark, institutional feel of a prison cell, this room had thick pile carpet on the floor, woven tapestries hung along the walls that weren’t mirrored, and a queen size bed in one corner, piled with plump pillows and covered with another elaborately woven tapestry. A crystal vase filled with fresh flowers stood on a marble table in front of a large bay window. Sunlight streamed incongruously into the room, gilding the flowers in gold.

Leah had been awakened from a deep sleep that morning by Alex gently shaking her shoulder. Khalil had been nowhere in sight. “Wake up, girl. The Master will see you in an hour. We have to get you groomed and ready.”

Just behind Alex stood one of the guards, burly arms crossed over his barrel chest, his eyes dead as stones. She was permitted to drink some water, but other than that nothing was offered, and though she’d eaten well the night before, she was starving.

While Alex groomed and prepared Leah, Khalil’s threat of nipple torture from the night before loomed heavy in her mind. She tried to engage Alex in a whispered conversation about what was in store for her, but he ignored her completely, never making eye contact as he bathed and shaved her and applied another round of the full makeup.

When Alex was satisfied, he rang a small bell he took out of his sleeve. After a moment, the second guard joined the first and she was escorted, none too gently, to this mirrored, over-decorated BDSM dungeon. After they strapped her to the circular rack, the guards withdrew, closing the door silently behind them.

Leah looked away from the mirror, hating the sight of herself with shaven pussy and rouged nipples, her painted face painted like that of a stranger. She jumped when the door opened. Khalil entered, again decked out in his white silk shirt and lounge pants, his feet bare.

He stopped just inside the door, insolently raking her naked, spread eagle body for several long moments, his hand moving to massage his rising cock beneath the silk. Moving closer, he asked, “Sleep well, little one? You were like an angel when I woke, your hair spread over the sheets like hammered gold. I have chosen well to honor you with my attention. I know you’re eager to prove your worth this morning, so I won’t keep you waiting any longer.”

Leah said nothing, though his words, said with such self-assured arrogance, sent a chill of pure terror down her spine. The man was clearly insane. Did he really delude himself that she was eager to prove anything, or somehow
honored
to be kidnapped and brutalized?

Khalil went to an ornate black cabinet and pulled open a drawer. He returned to Leah with a pair of clover clamps. Leah was no stranger to that type of clamp, and even owned her own pair for playing BDSM games. She loved the intensity as her nipples were caught in the tight grip of the clamps, especially when her lover would lick and tease her compressed, engorged nipples while gently tugging on the chain. The heady blend of pleasure and pain had always thrilled her, tapping in to her core passion for erotic suffering.

But there was nothing erotic about what was happening now. The thought of Khalil using the clamps on her nipples made Leah sick with fear. She knew he would follow no safe or sane rules in his sadistic pursuits. Safewords didn’t exist in his vocabulary. He’d made that clear enough the night before.

She shut her eyes as he tugged at her nipples and closed the clamps over each. He gave the chain a savage tug, drawing a scream from Leah.

“You can do better than that, surely? I have such hopes for you.”

He stepped away, returning with a flogger. “Forgive me. I moved too quickly in my eagerness to test you. I didn’t tell you the rules. I am going to warm your skin first with this flogger and help put you in a better mindset for what I have planned.”

He stroked her breasts with the leather tresses, dragging them heavily over her clamped nipples. Her nipples were throbbing but she knew from experience they would soon numb to the point where she could deal with the pain.

“Here is what I expect.” Khalil said, as he struck her breasts, stomach and thighs with the flogger. “Whatever I do to you, no matter how much it hurts, I expect you to stay utterly silent. I understand this will be difficult at times, and while I wish for perfection, I know you are limited, untrained as you are. Just be aware, the more unseemly yelping and cries that fall from those pretty lips, the harsher shall be your punishment at the hands of the guards when we are through.”

He dragged the flogger down her body and ran it between her legs, using both hands to pull it hard against her spread cunt. Leah tried not to wince and after a few seconds he let it fall. Leaning in close, he said softly, “If you displease me, I shall instruct them to beat you until they draw blood.”

Leah began to tremble, unable to stop her body from registering her terror or prevent the small whimper that escaped her lips. She thought of Setsuko locked in that punishment cage, her back welted and bloodied, and knew Khalil would make good on his threat.

“There, there, little one,” Khalil said softly, stroking her cheek. “Your fear is exciting to me, but I still demand your obedience. I have great faith in your potential. Stay silent and take what I give you with the grace of a true slave girl. For while the punishment if you fail will be swift and harsh, so shall the reward be great. The longer you stay silent, the more you will please me. I know that is what you crave, what all my girls crave, which is as it should be.”

Leah took a deep breath. Somehow she had to get through this. While she hated the idea of doing anything to please this insane megalomaniac, she recognized it was better to please than displease him. He had complete control and all the power. The only thing she could exercise was her will.

Lifting the chain, he tugged again at her nipples. As she’d hoped, they had numbed to the point where she could tolerate the pain. She closed her eyes, trying to let her mind empty.

You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.

Her eyes flew open when he tilted the rack, moving her to a horizontal position. For a moment she felt as if she were falling, but she was securely tethered to the rack. She couldn’t move an inch. Khalil lifted the chain between the clamps, pulling it up, reawakening her numbed nerve endings in the process. Leah drew in a sharp breath, but somehow managed to stay silent.

Reaching into his pants pocket, Khalil withdrew a two-sided clip, attaching one side to the center of the chain, and the other to the O ring on Leah’s slave collar. The tension increased on Leah’s tortured nipples, but she pressed her lips together, refusing to let a single sound escape.

Leaving her a moment, Khalil returned with a short-handled, single tail whip. He snapped it against her right breast, the tip catching painfully against the underside. Leah couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips. Her heart was beating like a drum.

He struck the other breast, leaving a matching line of fire. Tears smarted behind Leah’s eyelids but she blinked them rapidly back, refusing to cry in front of her tormentor. He continued to flick the whip, almost casually, the strokes seemingly random, though each flick was harder than the last.

When the whip caught her left nipple dead on, Leah lost control and cried out. Khalil frowned. “And you were doing so well, little one.” He shrugged, adding, “Ah well. No matter. We will try something new.”

Without warning, he reached for the clamps and released them from her nipples. Leah opened her mouth in a silent scream of pure agony as the blood rushed back into her tortured nipples, but by some miracle, she managed to stay quiet.

Khalil smiled and nodded. “Good girl. Much better.” After releasing the chain from her collar, he pushed at the side of the rack, lifting her upright again. Moving toward the cabinet, he returned with something that looked positively medieval. They appeared to be another type of nipple clamps, but instead of padded tips, the ends were comprised of tiny spiked teeth.

Leah instinctively tried to shrink back as Khalil moved closer, pressing one of the clamps open as he grabbed her right nipple and pulled it taut. She closed her eyes, turning her head away as the sharp metal teeth bit into her flesh. When he attached the second one, she made the mistake of looking down. At the sight of the droplets of bright red blood circling her clamped nipples, she felt sick and rapidly looked away.

Again she encouraged herself with the silent words:
You can do this. You can do this.
Her nipples stung and throbbed, but the pain wasn’t intolerable. But Khalil wasn’t done. He attached heavy lead weights to the chain that dangled between the vicious clamps. As the weight tugged at the teeth, they sank deeper into Leah’s skin. Keeping her eyes closed, Leah began to count slowly, trying to match her breathing to the numbers.

One…two…three…four…five…

“Yes,” Khalil said in an excited voice. “Beautiful. The red blood against the white skin. Flowers in the virgin snow.”

…six…seven…eight…nine…

Leah felt herself being tilted again. She felt Khalil’s hard thighs pressing between hers and lost track of the counting as her eyes involuntarily flew open. He’d pulled off his shirt and his pants were around his knees, his erect cock in his hand.

Desperately Leah tried to close her legs, but she couldn’t move at all. Khalil hovered over her, his shaft near her spread pussy, which she was certain was dry as a bone.
No, no, no, no,
she prayed silently, her tortured nipples almost forgotten at the prospect of being raped by this bastard.

But instead of plunging into her, he moved closer, leaning over her stomach. He was tugging and jerking at his cock with one hand, while he reached for Leah’s breasts with the other. He drew a circle around one of her clamped nipples and then moved the finger over her lips, leaving them wet with, Leah realized with horror, her own blood.

Letting go of his cock, he reached with both hands for Leah’s breasts, releasing the biting clamps from her nipples and tossing the weighted chain aside. Leah couldn’t help herself. She began to cry as much from mental exhaustion as pain.

“There, there,” Khalil cooed. “Don’t cry. You should be proud. You have earned your reward. One day, if you merit it, I might even give you the honor of my cock inside your worthless female body. Would that please you?”

“Yes, Master,” Leah lied, hating him as she’d never hated another human being.

Khalil nodded and smiled, showing those white, perfect teeth, his pink tongue sliding over his lips as he grabbed his cock again and began to pump it. It wasn’t long before he was panting and grunting, his hand moving over his shaft in a frenzy.

Do it. Do it, you motherfucker. Come and then get the hell away from me.

As if responding to her silent order, Khalil began to shudder. He stiffened and then jerked forward, shooting his warm, gooey come over her stomach and breasts with a loud groan. He leaned heavily against her and she could feel his heart beating. His chest was slick with sweat, and the salt stung her torn skin.

Eventually he lifted himself from her, staring down at her with his dark, liquid eyes. “I am pleased with you, little one. You have exceeded my expectations. While it is true you will require a great deal of training to reach your full potential, I can forgive much because of your blond perfection. I find I simply must have you for my harem.” His eyes narrowed, glinting with cruelty. “Don’t make me regret my decision to bestow this honor upon you.”

Leah had no idea if she was expected to respond to this madman. What he was saying made no sense to her. All she knew was that her nipples hurt like hell. She was thirsty, hungry, and covered in this bastard’s sweat and spunk and her own blood. She just wanted to be let down. She wanted him to go away. She wanted to wash the filth from her body. She wanted to sleep.

She was relieved when he released her cuffs and waist restraint. She would have fallen but he caught her easily in his arms and carried her to the bed in the corner of the room. Laying her gently on the soft sheets, he said, “Rest for a while, little one. Alex will bathe you and you shall eat. And after that, your reward.”

Leah wondered what this reward might be. Sleeping
beside
the great
Master
instead of at his feet? Having the
privilege
of him rutting inside her like a pig? Getting to kneel at his feet like a dog so he could force feed her a meal? Was she really expected to be
grateful
to this bastard?

What he said next made all other thoughts vanish in a flash of pure terror.

“I will bestow my mark of permanent ownership upon you. The branding will take place tonight.”

Chapter 10

Leah winced as Alex brushed rouge over her nipples. Though she’d been permitted to soak in a hot tub of oil-scented water after the torture on the rack, her breasts were still sore and tender to the touch. She was being dressed, if it could be called that, in thin chains that fit over her body like a bra and hip belt, outlining her naked form in glinting silver.