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Introduction: Part 11 Please read parts 1-10 to understand the story, especially before voting. The trip to Jacksonville had taken him nine and a half hours, but he felt energized as he walked into the club. As when he had obtained Kaneez, the noise inside pounded his brain and made him want to vomit, but he kept his other smile on his face and leaned against the bar, a gin and tonic at his elbow. He picked up the glass and took a small sip as his eyes roamed over the crowd, looking for his latest acquisition. He was looking for someone who looked uncomfortable being in a place like this. He didnt want a whore who would fuck anything on two legs. He had enough of those strung up in the ritual room.
He had been hunting for over an hour when he finally saw her. She was wearing a plain, black dress that looked as if the top was just a sash draped over one shoulder and wrapped around her breasts. She was sitting at a table with a group of others, and he could see that the dress would probably come to about mid-thigh when she stood. As he watched her, he noticed that she sipped at her drink even less than he did his. His smile grew, and he waited another half hour, watching the others come and go from the table. She rubbed her hands together self-consciously as she watched them writhe and paw at each other both while dancing and while sitting next to her.
He put a ten dollar bill underneath his almost full glass and walked to her table. There was only one other sitting with her, a young male who was doing his best to get her attention, but she was completely ignoring him. Instead, she was watching the dance floor.
Hi, there, he said, leaning one elbow on the table and leaning close to her.
Her eyes jerked to him, and she gasped as they went wide for an instant before they traveled from his face down his body and back up again. The male she was with frowned.
Hi, she said with a shy smile.
Whats your name? He didnt really care, but he knew it was a standard question.
Thea.
Thea. Thats pretty. Would you like to dance? He held out his hand and stood up straight.
Sure, she said with a bigger smile as she put her hand in his. He pulled her to her feet as the male also stood up.
Thea! Ive been asking you all night to dance!
She barely glanced at the other, and they made their way to the dance floor. The music beat in his head and made him slightly nauseous, but he simply took her hips in his hands and started to move. Her hands ended up on his shoulders, and after the current song was finished, he pulled her closer and spoke low in her ear.
Ive noticed you werent having much fun tonight. Would you be interested in going somewhere else? Dinner maybe?
She caught her breath as he stared into her eyes. I dont usually leave a club with a man Ive just met. Especially when I dont even know his name.
He grinned. Drake. Id really like to take you to dinner. Say yes. His hand slid around her lower back, and he pulled her even closer. Please say yes, he whispered in her ear, and she nodded slowly.
I have to tell my friends, though, she said, stepping back smoothly. So they dont worry about me.
Go ahead, he said. Ill wait by your table. He walked to the table, which was now empty, and watched her as she maneuvered around the dancers and said something to one of the female others. The latters eyes widened in surprise and looked over at him, and then she smiled brightly, answering his other with a nod and a kiss to her cheek.
His other came back to the table and picked up a small black purse. Shall we? she asked, and he held out his left hand. He kept his right hand in his jacket pocket, fisted around the packet of Devils Breath he had put there. She took his hand, and as they walked to the front door of the club, he carefully opened the packet without letting her see what he was doing. The bouncer at the door held the door open for them, and he led her outside.
He had parked on the edge of the lot again, and when she saw his Ferrari, she gave the typical response, exclaiming what a beautiful car it was, was it really his, blah, blah, blah. He smiled as he unlocked her door, but instead of opening it right away, he glanced around the lot, and, seeing no one, he pulled his right hand out of his pocket, opened It, and blew the Devils Breath into her face.
She gasped and took a step back, but he grabbed her arm and opened the door. She struggled to get away from him, but he squeezed her arm hard and pulled her close, just as they had been when they were dancing. This time, however, there was no charm, no playful banter, no harmless flirting.
Get in the fucking car, he snarled, and she gave a cry that he cut off with his hand over her mouth. If you scream, I will fucking kill you. Now get in!
She fought him still, and he moved his hand up to cover her nose while he pulled her body flush to his. He hoped that anyone who saw them thought that they were just making out. He put his mouth at her ear and hissed, I will have no problem with putting your unconscious body into this car. I can wait until you pass out, if that is your choice. Only a couple more minutes. Or will you get in by yourself?
She nodded her head frantically, and he said, Remember, Ill kill you if you scream. She nodded again, and he removed his hand from her nose and mouth. She took a deep breath, and he moved away from the car door. She was crying, but she got in the front seat. He fastened her seatbelt, locked the door, shut it, waited for about ninety seconds, and quickly strode around to his side. When he got in, she was looking at him with a confused frown.
Why am I crying? she asked.
I have no idea, he said with a wicked grin as he pulled out of the lot. Hed been up for over twelve hours, but he had no desire to stay in Florida for any amount of time, so he immediately headed north with his new slave. He wouldnt kill her, but he would thoroughly enjoy hurting and fucking her often. Tell me, he continued as he drove just under the speed limit on I-95, are you a virgin by any chance?
She looked at him blankly. Yes, I am, she said without any feeling. Why?
He glared at her briefly. You do not question me, ever! Do you understand?
Yes, she said.
Have you ever done anything sexual?
Yes, she said. Ive sucked my old boyfriends…
Cock, he said. Dont be afraid to say the word. Describe his cock to me.
Okay. It was about six inches long and maybe a couple of inches around. What else do you want to know about it?
Were you able to take it all? Can you deep throat a cock?
Yes.
Lets see you do it, then. He undid his pants and pulled his dick out. Suck me. If you dont make me cum, I will pull over and beat you and probably fuck you.
She immediately undid her seatbelt and bent over his lap. She grasped the base of his shaft in one hand and slid her lips over the head. Her tongue worked his shaft until it was slippery with her spit, and then she proceeded to bob her head up and down. She kept her hand at the base, though, and that left the last three inches or so out of her mouth.
Hands behind your back, he demanded, and she obeyed without delay. Now, fucking suck my cock. Dont be gentle about it, either.
She clamped down harder and started moving up and down again, but still stopped each downstroke with a couple inches to go. He growled and put his hand on the back of her head. On the next time down, he pushed until he felt her lips on his balls. He held her there for a few seconds and then yanked her head up.
Relax, he said in a low voice. Let me do the work. Keep your lips as tight as you can make them.
She nodded, and he shoved her head back down balls deep and yanked it back up, nearly pulling her hair out. He continued the brutal face fuck for several minutes, but he was no closer to cumming than when she started. He needed more, but they were still too close to civilization for what he wanted. There were just too many fucking others in Florida.
Fuck! he grunted as he hauled her off his cock and threw her into her seat. He wanted to cum, but he couldnt, so he tucked himself away, gritted his teeth, and drove. He knew that just over the state border was a relatively small town, and he decided to stop at a hotel and fuck the shit out of this bitch. After he made her bleed.
It took just over half an hour to get to Georgia, and he pulled into the first decent hotel he saw. He knew that they would ask for identification there, but he was prepared. He parked and walked around to her door.
Come on, he said, holding out his hand. You will not say anything to anyone while we are here. If someone says something to you, just smile politely and say nothing. Do not even speak to me. Nod if you understand.
She nodded, and he grabbed a small black case out of the trunk, and they walked to the lobby. He paid for the room with his Drake Tomlinson credit card and Maine ID he always used when away from home. Other than the tired-looking other behind the desk, no one tried to talk to them, and they quickly found themselves in front of their rooms door. He reached into the case, glanced up and down the hallway, and seeing no one, slipped surgical gloves on his hands. Then he opened the door and shoved her inside before following her. He hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, shut it, and used the security bar to secure it.
The other was standing in the middle of the room, looking around with wide eyes. It was the best room this dump had, but the smell and obvious stains made him want to vomit again. He had no intention of sleeping there, though. He just needed to see blood flow and fuck this bitch.
Take all your clothes off, he commanded, and she started stripping. She had a toned, tanned, athletic body, and he grinned as he imagined the welts and scars that would soon decorate it. He took off his own clothes, folded them carefully, and frowned as he tried to decide where to put them. Finally, he grabbed her dress off the floor, put it on the dresser, and laid his clothing on top of it. It was the best he could do. By the time he finished, she was waiting for him naked He crooked his finger, and she walked to him. Stand still, with your hands clasped behind your back.
As she stood there, he slowly walked around her, trailing his finger around her neck, causing her to shiver. You want me to hurt you, he said with a low growl. You want me to fuck you over and over again. He stood in front of her and leaned close. Tell me.
She took a deep breath and replied, I want you to hurt me and fuck me over and over again.
He grinned and led her into the tiny bathroom, grabbing the black case on the way. He set the case on the edge of the sink and opened it. Pulling out a piece of rope, he said, Beg me for it.
Please hurt me, she said, her pupils dilating. Please fuck me.
Beg me to whip you and fuck your ass, he breathed, tying her wrists together.
Please whip me and fuck my ass, she answered, watching him closely.
His grin grew bigger and more depraved, and he said, Stand in the bathtub.
She complied, and he tied the rope around the showerhead so that she faced the wall, stretching her arms up. He took a black handkerchief and duct tape from the case and gagged her. He knew the drug would dull the pain considerably, but he couldnt risk someone hearing a random scream. Then he took a short whip from the case and stood next to the tub.
He swung the whip and threw his head back when the leather met her flesh with a snap. Seconds after he hit her, a red welt rose on her back. She had only grunted through her gag, but the sight of the perfect scarlet stripe was enough to have his cock rising. He swung again, harder, and she squealed. The tip of the whip drew blood, and he watched the bead swell until it started trickling down her back. He grew harder. He needed to hurt this other badly, though, and he started whipping her ferociously with barely a second between lashes. After dozens of strokes, he paused, dropped the whip in the sink, and looked at his work. Even with the drug, she was sobbing, but she hadnt screamed, but that would soon change. He was rock-hard, and he stepped into the tub and ran his hands down her bleeding back, hips, and ass. He used the blood to coat his fingers, and then he slid two fingers into her cunt.
He sucked in a breath at how tight she was, and he added a third finger, stretching her out. He shoved his fingers in deeply, and she squirmed slightly, but he slapped her welted ass and snarled, Hold still! She complied.
He grabbed his cock and shoved into her, her blood easing the way. She shrieked into her gag as he started to pound her pussy, his balls slapping against her with every thrust. She was so fucking tight that it was like pulling out of a vacuum hose each time he slid out, and he felt his tip hit her walls every time he slammed back into her. At one point, he was hammering her so hard that her face hit the wall, and when he pulled her back, he saw blood running down the tiles. He turned her face to him and saw that her nose was bleeding heavily. He laughed, hoping it was broken.
Knowing that he couldnt have her suffocate, he loosened her gag so that she could get air through her mouth. He grabbed her hair with his bloody hand and yanked it back. Dont fucking scream, he hissed into her ear, and she tried to nod. He held onto her hair as he fucked her, relishing in the sounds of his body contacting hers, her grunts and squeals and sobs, and the wet music of his cock entering and exiting her bloody cunt. Finally, after many minutes, he felt his balls tighten, and he bottomed out in her before exploding. He groaned and wrapped his free hand around her chest and pulled her close to him, letting her blood cover his chest.
He wasnt done yet. He slid out of her, turned her around so that her arms were crossed above her, and stepped out of the tub. Bloody cum was running down the inside of her thighs, and he grinned as he picked up the whip.
Beg me to whip you more, he breathed, staring into her eyes.
She whimpered, and he slapped her hard, leaving a bloody palm print on her cheek. Beg me!
Her voice shook as she said, Please whip me more.
Beg me to rape your ass and tear it apart with my cock.
Her eyes went wide, but she whispered, Please rape my ass and tear it apart with your cock.
No, he snarled as he swung the whip. Youre filthy back there. It landed just under her breasts, and she opened her mouth, but before she could make a sound, he slammed his hand over It. Dont you fucking scream or I will kill you here and leave your body for the cleaning crew to find. She nodded, but her body betrayed her after a few more stripes were laid on her breasts and stomach and thighs. Again, he covered her mouth before she could scream, and he held it there for a few moments, watching her.
Her nose had stopped bleeding, and she seemed to be getting plenty of air through It, so he grabbed her gag and shoved it in her mouth again before securing it with the tape. She whimpered again, and his cock hardened quickly. He resumed the whipping, the leather slapping against her skin wetly as more and more blood flowed. When her front was as striped as her back, and she was sobbing and trying to scream, he again dropped the whip in the sink and stepped into the tub.
He pushed her back against the wall and lifted her legs around his waist. Fucking keep them there, he growled, and she complied. He grabbed his dick and once again shoved into her. She screamed again, and he knew he wouldnt last much longer, so he started heaving his hips up and down, holding her tightly. Her muted screams drove him on as his cock bottomed out in her with every thrust, and it was only a few minutes before he pulled her down onto his cock and shot his load deep within her. He roughly pulled out of her when he stopped pulsing and dropped her legs to the floor before spinning her back around.
He whipped her and fucked her twice more before he tired, and then he turned on the shower, washing the blood, cum, and other bodily fluids down the drain. After he fucked her for the third time, her bladder had released, and he had beaten her ferociously after that. By the time he had emptied himself in her bowels for the second time, she had almost been unconscious. As it was, he ran his hands over her as the hot water cleansed her, and then, when she was reasonably clean, he pulled the rope off the showerhead and dumped her on the bathroom floor, still gagged, where she simply laid down and whimpered softly.
He cleaned himself off and the tub so that it looked clean to the naked eye. He then climbed out, dried off, and dressed. He still had some Devils Breath in his pocket, and he once again blew it in the others face just to make sure she would be compliant when they left. She didnt move, but she did breathe it in, and he knew it would be enough.
It was closing in on five oclock in the morning, four hours after they had entered the hotel, when they walked back out. Her dress hid every wound, he had been very careful to make sure that he only marked her in places that would be covered, and if she stumbled slightly as she walked, observers should chalk it up to the early morning hour after not much sleep. He had once again told her not to talk to anyone, and he had cleaned the room enough that the cleaning crew shouldnt suspect anything when the next morning they considerately wiped away the last remaining proof that either of them had been there.
On the drive north, she slept, but he felt like he could run all the way home. As he drove, he thought about what to call her, and by the time he pulled into his drive, he knew. It was about one thirty in the afternoon when he parked in front of the house, and she had slept the whole way. He was starting to drag himself, having been awake for over thirty hours. He walked around to Nokaras door and grabbed her arm, dragging her from the car. She cried out, but he ignored her and grabbed the black case before pulling her to the door.
When he opened it up, the first thing he noticed was the silence. He frowned, but he turned to Nokara.
My son and mate are probably asleep, he said softly, his voice cold. Do not speak a word once we enter, or the pain you feel now will seem like you were struck with a feather. She gulped and nodded, her eyes wide, and he dragged her inside. Strip everything off, he said, and she did so immediately.
When she was naked, he took her down to the basement and opened Giollas door. As he had ordered, she was kneeling in the middle of the floor, her hands behind her back. Her nipples were stretched downward grotesquely, and he could see that the dildos were still in place. She was trembling, and tears were dripping down her face, and he laughed.cruelly before throwing Nokara to the floor. He stood in front fo Giolla and folded his arms across his chest.
So it seems you can obey, he sneered. Stand up.
She did, and he inspected her. Her face was swollen and bruised, and her clit was a dark purple mass twice its normal size. Welts and striped covered her, and he grinned as he watched her shake.
Do you have to piss, Giolla? Or shit perhaps?
She nodded frantically, and he laughed again, the sound echoing off the walls. Well, since you obviously missed your cleaning this morning, I guess I can help you out a little. He undid the straps for the dildo in her ass and roughly yanked it out. She yelped and jumped, but that was all. You can piss with the other one in, so go ahead. When you finish, we will introduce Nokara to the proper cleansing procedures. He gestured toward the toilet, and Giolla scampered over and heaved a sigh of relief as she sat.
He stepped to Nokara and grabbed her hair, pulling her to her feet. She cried out and grabbed his wrist, but he slapped her. Hands behind your back! She whimpered but did as he said. Now, a few things you need to understand. First, you will never leave this house. Ever. If you try to escape, you will know pain, or… He dragged her to the door, and pulled her into the hallway and down to the ritual room. He opened that door, and she screamed when she saw the two whores hanging from the ceiling, dried blood covering their bodies, and the drums and heads lining two walls. The whores barely looked up at the sound. Or, you may end up like them.
He slammed the door and pulled her back to Giollas room. Giolla had finished her business and was already kneeling on the floor, ass in the air and chest on the ground, with an enema tube sticking out of her. He smiled as the door shut and locked behind him. Second, you will keep yourself clean at all times, inside and out. Giolla will show you how to accomplish that. Third, you will not speak to anyone, but you may scream and cry all you want. He pointed to the cameras in the room. I will know if you say a single word, and you will not like my response to disobedience. Now, for your first internal cleansing. I will show you how it is done the first time, but after that, it is your responsibility. Do you understand?
Nokara nodded with a sob, and he attached her ankles to the spreader bar. He hoisted her to the chain upside down and tied her wrists to the eye bolts in the floor. He took a second enema bag and filled it with a gallon of warm, soapy water. He stuck several inches of the tube into her ass and opened the clasp. You will hold the water in, he snarled. Giolla shit on my floor once. I almost killed her that day. He looked over at the bitch on the floor, and saw that her eyes had gone wide with terror. It wont ever happen again, will It, Giolla? She shook her head rapidly, and he laughed again. Then he turned back to Nokara.
I am fucking tired, he said, so Ill only make you hold it for ten minutes today. Nokara started moaning as her belly became bloated. Normally, you will hold it for fifteen, though. As the bag emptied into her bowels, he walked around her, running his hands over her welts and broken skin. She cried out as he dug his finger into one wound, causing it to bleed. There is a hierarchy of slaves and servants in this house, he said, moving to another wound and breaking it open. You are at the bottom. Kaneez, my mate is at the top. You will not have much contact with her, though. Kaneez is my breeder. She has already given me one son, and she will give me many more children before she is through. Giollas responsibilities are those of a maid. She cooks and cleans and such. Although, she needs to work on that, isnt that right, Giolla? He glanced at his servant, and she nodded miserably. He squatted down so he was face to face with Nokara. I will also fuck her occasionally. You, however, have just one function. You will remain in this room, and I will beat and fuck you whenever and however I please. You will never fight me, or you will die. If you please me, you will be rewarded, but that is your sole purpose in this housea fuck toy.
Nokara whimpered, and her teeth clenched tightly as her eyes squeezed shut. He chuckled.
Cramps?
She nodded, and he looked at the bag. It was almost empty, and as the last bit of water entered her bowels, he pulled out the tube and dropped everything in the sink. Giollas was already there, and she was once again on the floor, her ass clenched.
Ten minutes, he said and left the room. He went to the ritual room and stood in the doorway watching the whores. For the longest time, hed had Giolla feed and water them to keep them alive for the two months before their souls were given to Chernobog, but after some research, he had decided to do so through a nasogastric tube and enteric formulas. It was less messy, took much less time, and freed Giolla up for her other duties. He walked in and circled them. Their eyes followed him, but neither one said anything. The whores rarely did after the first few weeks. His fingers tingled at the thought of making more of their blood flow, but he was exhausted and needed to sleep. He continued to circle them, watching their eyes grow wider with each pass, until the ten minutes were up, and then he went back to the bitches room, leaving their door open behind him.
Giolla was again kneeling with her hands behind her, and Nokara was sobbing. He ignored the first and released the second from the chain and spreader bar before carrying her to the toilet. When he set her down, he moved back to Giolla.
Kaneez and Samil are probably asleep, but you have work to do. There are clothes by the front door. Burn them. Then proceed with your usual duties. Do not fail me again,Giolla, or this punishment will have seemed like a picnic.
She nodded frantically, and, as soon as he moved aside, she bolted out of the room as fast as she could with the dildo still strapped in her cunt.
He looked at Nokara. Finished? She nodded, and he gestured toward the sink. Wash yourself. She did so, and then he grabbed her hair and stared into her eyes. Every time you hear that door unlock, you will kneel on the floor as you saw Giolla earlier and not move. Understand? She nodded. Good. Now, get acquainted with your new home. You will be here for a very long time. He smirked at her and left the room, once again turning on the monitor. He would have watched her for a while, but he was about to fall asleep on his feet, so he went upstairs to his bedroom.
Kaneez was asleep on the bed, and he silently entered his sons nursery. The boy was also asleep in his cradle, and he smiled as he watched the tiny chest rise and fall. Then he kicked off his shoes and lay down on top of the covers, thinking of the day when he could introduce his son to the wonders and fulfillment of a life spent in the service of Chernobog.
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