Trust (3 page)

“There. Done.” The buzzing stop
ped and I heard the razor being placed on the steel cart beside the bed. I took a deep breath in and slowly released it. My body had just begun to relax when two fingers were roughly thrust into me, forcing a cry to escape my lips as my eyes flew open to stare at the bastard between my legs. A vaginal examination proceeded to take place. I endured, trying to think of anything other than the situation I was in at this moment.

“So? What’s the verdict?” the man I now
knew to be Tanner asked.

A slow smile spread across the doctor’s lips. “She’s a virgin. Good pick.”

Tanner chuckled. “Yeah, I figured. Even if she wasn’t she’d still bring in a hefty amount, buyers love the petite, blonde, blue-eyed ones.”

The doctor’s eyes roam
ed my body once more. “Indeed.” He pulled off his latex gloves and rolled back over to the counter. After a moment he returned with a syringe in hand and rolled over to my arm. “Don’t move.”

I could
have laughed outright as he prepared my arm and then jabbed me with the needle. Where in the fuck was he expecting me to go tethered to the table?

“What’s that for?” I demanded, my eyes widening in horror as the dose entered my body.

“Birth control.”

Pulling t
he needle from my arm, he pointed to my face. “The Boss is going to be pissed over that. He wants to show her as soon as possible.”

Tanner th
rust a hand into his dark hair and shrugged. “She tried to run.”

“She’s lucky to be a hundred pounds for Christ sakes, you saying you couldn’t have detained her without marking her up?”

Tanner glared at the doctor, but didn’t move from his place at the door. “Connor took some liberties. Fuck, what can I say, man?”

“You
say you’ll keep your goons under control, doesn’t look it to me. We get top dollar for our girls because they don’t look like strung-out, beat-up crack whores. They’re top quality. This is becoming a bit of a problem. If you can’t keep Connor from damaging the merchandise then we no longer need him.” The doctor grabbed a steel shackle from the tray beside him and then rolled down to my right ankle.

“What are you doing?”
I asked.

The doctor smiled
. I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be a smile of reassurance, but if it was it failed terribly. “This remains on your leg until you leave us. It has a tracking device so even if you have dreams of escaping and by some miracle you manage your way out of the compound you won’t get very far.”

The doctor
turned back to the steel counter and grabbed a clipboard and pen. “Now I just have some routine questions for you and would appreciate some cooperation. If you cooperate then this will go nice and smoothly.”

Chapter 3

“We’re going to see The Boss before you go back to your cell. I suggest you be on your best behavior. If you are, then it’ll go smoothly,” Tanner stated, hooking a leash to the silver loop of my collar.

I chanced a look at my naked body in the mirror by the doctor’s office door and had to bite down on my swollen lower lip to keep from crying out. My face looked horrible with a swollen lip, cut across my cheek and a darkening around one of my eyes. Not as bad as the poor Asian woman in the dungeon, but still shocking.

The collar was the worst. I looked like a real slave, a pet. With each minute that I remained in this nightmare another slice of my dignity was being cut away from me.
They may have control of my body, but I won’t give them my mind
, I silently promised myself.

“Come on.” He gave my leash a tug as he opened the office door and guided me out of the room. As soon as we exited we were joined by Connor and the black man who
se name I had yet to learn. As like when we entered the doctor’s office, Tanner took the lead, with the two other men taking up the rear.

“She’s got a fucking hot body,” one of the men behind me commented. His comment was greeted by an “uh-huh” of agreement by the other man.

“Yeah, well, she’s a virgin so hands off unless The Boss says so,” Tanner replied, not bothering to look behind himself. We walked past the dungeon door and up a flight of stairs, presumably to the main floor of the house, although all I saw was more hallways so I could only guess.

We came to an oak door and we all stopped. Tanner turned and set his gaze on me. “Now, I want to hear from you. How do you address The Boss and where are your eyes to be looking?”

I gritted my teeth. I was dying to tell him to go fuck himself, to claw that sick smirk from his lips, but I couldn’t. I had to play along. This wasn’t about pride, it was about survival. I had to keep reminding myself of this.

“Eyes down, Master.”

“Good girl.” The bastard had the nerve to reach out and muss my hair like I was some sort of dog who’d just earned praise. I jerked back and glared at him. His eyes narrowed and jaw clenched so I quickly lowered my gaze and forced the tension from my body.

Tanner knocked on the door and upon hearing approval to enter he opened the door and led me in. The other two goons stayed outside, closing the door behind us. He led me to the front of a large oak desk, but I couldn’t see the man behind it. I was aching to look up and see the man who was “The Boss,” but suspected I wouldn’t like the outcome of the action.

“So this is our little cheerleader?” I heard the sound of a pen being dropped onto the desk top and a chair being pushed back.

“Yes, Sir.”

The Boss walked around the desk and over to me. “Lift your head, child. I want to see your face.”

I did as told, lifting my head to look into the eyes of The Boss. He was maybe 45 or so, over 6’ tall and if it were under different circumstances I’d have considered him handsome – for an older man. But it was his rich blue eyes that drew me in.

Movement to my left caught my attention and I swiveled my head to see a second man, maybe in his mid-twenties and a younger mirror image of The Boss. My eyes locked with the rich blue ones of the younger man, but his expression was unreadable.

“What happened to her face, Tanner?”

My attention flew back from the son to The Boss.

“Connor, Sir.”

The Boss’s eyes darkened. “Connor!” His voice bellowed out making me jump backward, bumping into Tanner.

The door behind me opened and Connor entered.

The Boss pointed to me. “Is this your doing?”

“She was trying to escape, Sir.”

“Damage my property again, without my consent, and I’ll blow your fucking brains out all over the floor and make Tanner clean it, are we clear?”

Horror flashed in Connor’s blue eyes. It wasn’t an idle threat, which made me wonder how many henchmen died on the floor below my bare feet. “I’m sorry, Sir, it’ll never happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t. Now get out.”

“Yes, Sir.” Connor exited, pulling the door closed behind him.

“And what did Doctor Hebert say about this little one?” The Boss looked past me and to Tanner.

I took the opportunity to look over at his son again. He was hot, really hot. I wished this were another situation and he weren’t some kidnapping monster. If I’d met him at school I would have spent many of my classes eyeing him from across the room, hoping he’d display just a hint of interest in me.

The voices of The Boss and Tanner and their discussion of my medical exam were tuned out as the son’s eyes locked onto mine and for a brief moment I thought I saw a flicker of sympathy in his blue depths. But as quickly as the emotion appeared it disappeared and his expression became indifferent.

A hand grabbed my chin and forced my eyes from the son’s and onto The Boss. “I’m not finished looking at you. Look forward unless told otherwise, are we clear?”

“Y-yes, Master.” I gulped down the lump forming in my throat.

The Boss examined my face and gave a nod. “Her face should look better by the time of the auction.” He released my chin as his eyes lowered to my breasts. His son had moved to stand behind him and slightly to the left, so I had a good view of him. “Nice tits too.” The Boss’s hands palmed my breasts, teasing the nipples into hardened peaks.

I bit down on my lower lip, focusing on the pain in my head and lip, instead of the feel of his hands on me. If I let myself think about this stranger touching me then I might break down and I couldn’t give them the satisfaction of that happening. I had to hold onto the last shard of my dignity – had to.

“Too bad she’s a virgin,” The Boss muttered. “Turn around, girl.”

I wordlessly turned, lowering my gaze, not wanting to see Tanner groping me with his eyes.

“Of course, I can always take her ass. She’s going to need to be stretched for her owner.” The Boss parted my ass cheeks and pressed a finger against my back entrance. I couldn’t have stopped the gasp or soft whimper if I’d tried.

I closed my eyes and silently prayed he wouldn’t fuck my ass. I wasn’t a religious person, but at that moment I prayed harder than the most devout of religious people.

Why
didn’t I stay with Brandon? Why didn’t I just let him fuck me?

“The buyer might want her to be a virgin in every sense, Father.” A new voice broke in, the voice of the handsome man I assumed was his son. I breathed a sigh of relief, saying a silent “thank God” as The Boss released my ass
cheeks and took a step back.

“You’re right. I want you to make it clear to the men she isn’t to be touched, in any way, until she’s sold and we’re informed on what is expected of her. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll ensure they’re aware.”

“Turn back around and on your knees, slave,” The Boss ordered and I dutifully obeyed. As I fell to my knees he began undoing his pants and removed his thickening shaft. A wave of nausea swept over me and I had to force myself to keep from vomiting on The Boss’s shoes.

“I assume you’ve sucked a cock before, slave.” He stepped forward and tapped my lips with the tip of his dick.

I can’t believe this is happening! God, I can’t believe it. Why me? Of all the girls they could have chosen, why me?

“Come on, open up and let me see what skills you have.” When I continued to hesitate, The Boss grabbed my chin and pressed on the sides of my cheeks roughly, forcing my mouth to open. “If you bite me you’ll hurt worse than you’ve ever hurt before, you understand?”

I nodded as he slipped his dick between my hesitant lips.

“I have something to attend to if you’ll excuse me Father,” I heard the son mumble, followed by his retreating footsteps.

As The Boss began to fuck my mouth I attempted to focus on a good memory, a memory of our last football game where I’m at the top of the pyramid and then begin to fall backwards and into the awaiting arms of my teammates. The memory played out in my mind as if in slow motion. I didn’t know then, but that became my “go
-to” memory for the weeks to follow. It was easier to block out the abuse with a happy memory than allow myself to focus on the horrors around me.

“I want you to swallow
my cum slave, always. Understand?” The Boss’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Slaves always swallow unless told otherwise.”

He paused his thrusts and gripped the back of my head by my hair, pulling so hard I yelped although the sound was muffled by his cock filling my mouth.

“I said, do you understand?”

I nodded and he resumed his thrusts, pounding into my mouth. I found myself thankful he wasn’t huge otherwise I was sure I’d be vomiting around his dick and wouldn’t even want to think about the punishment that would come with puking on him. With a low groan and final thrust he released, filling my mouth with his appalling, salty seed.

I gagged, closing my eyes tight and trying to control my gag reflex as I swallowed. It was so gross and vile-tasting and tears began to stream down my cheeks. I hated myself for the tears, but couldn’t help it.

Once he was finished unloading he pulled out of my mouth and tucked himself away. “Bad, really bad. We’re going to have to work on that.”

I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted or not. It was pretty hard to put any effort into it when the whole act was one of the most degrading experiences of my life and quite literally made me ill. What in the hell did he expect? 

“I’d be happy to, Sir,” Tanner offered eagerly from behind me.

The Boss was silent a moment. “You know what, I’m going to get Lance to work with this one. It’s about time he gets more involved in the process. She seems docile enough that she’ll be the perfect first for him.”

The goon behind me was silent a moment; I got the suspicion that he wanted me for himself. I wasn’t too sure who Lance was, but prayed he was at least somewhat compassionate. I scoffed at myself at the thought that anyone who worked for the organization could be compassionate. Only the coldest of animals could do what these men were doing.

“So to be clear. No one touches her. Not even for her to suck your cock. The only ones to touch her are myself and Lance.”

A reluctant, “Yes, Sir,” was muttered from behind me.

“Good. Take her back to her cell.”

Tanner gave my leash a tug. I rose to my feet and like a dutiful pet trotted along behind him.

~*~*~*~*~

I was sent back into my cell and oh-how-lucky me, it happened to be dinnertime, although dinner was the last thing on my mind. Each of us was given what appeared to be a microwaved television dinner and a bottle of water. After our captors left, closing the door behind them, I twisted off the cap of the water and took a hearty drink.

“Don’t drink it all down, girl. We’re only given four bottles each day. We could be dying of dehydration and they don’t give a shit.”

Looking down at my bottle I realized it was already halfway gone and groaned. Half a bottle of water with a whole meal – if I could call it that – and hours to go before I
got more wasn’t much.

I looked over at the black woman in the cell next to me and offered her a tight smile. “Thank you. I’m Gwen by the way.”

The other woman returned my smile. “Becca.”

“I thought we couldn’t talk?”

“They’re lenient at meal times. I think they must be eating as well. Pretty sure no one mans the door right now.”

“Then if we wanted to escape…”

Becca laughed as she grabbed a piece of brown meat from her tray – could be steak, hard to say. “Good luck with that, girl. The only way girls get out of here other than by the hands of their buyers is dead.” She pointed to my face. “What did ya do?”

I looked down at my meal. We weren’t given utensils so I guess they expected us to eat what appeared to be mashed potatoes with our hands. “I tried to run.”

Becca laughed again. “Didn’t get far, huh?”

“Nope.”

“The doc have a look at ya?”

I felt my cheeks growing hot and I nodded, not able to look
Becca in the eye. “Yeah.”

“Other than your face you look like you’re in pretty good shape. No training session?”

I shook my head. “I got examined and then taken to The Boss and then brought back here.”

She huffed. “You’re lucky, girl.”

“So what now?” I lifted my eyes to meet Becca’s. “What are they going to do with me?”

She shrugged. “We’re all different. Some girls are here a few days and sent off, some are here for months being trained into whatever our owners want us to be.”

“What’s your story?”

“I just got bought.” She placed her tray on the cot and walked over to the bars separating our cells, lifted her hair and turned. I couldn’t hold back the gasp as my eyes went wide. Her back was a gnarled mess of scars.

“Why are they doing that to you?”

“They’re trying to break me. Make me completely submissive. It’s not working. They’ll have to kill me before they break me.”