Page 82 of Volatile Waters

Leaving his room, I was now feeling as unstable as my slave. I rushed to the monitor room for balance, or maybe the grounding I knew only one could offer. As soon as I was in the monitor room, I saw her. Just like that, my insides went from simmering to a soothing hum. I stared at the monitor—that was solely for my Fire—like a child dying to open his presents under the Christmas tree. Cameras in her room surveyed her even breathing as I waited for hours…

She was tiny. I think her dosage was a bit much for her weight.

When Whitney finally began to stir, my heart started to pound. Those incredible green eyes opened, then scanned her surroundings. Her expression said everything; she was well aware of the hell she was now in.

Sticking my head into the hallway, I announced, “She is awake.”

Robed in a black hooded garment, Kirill nodded, then started guiding a naked male slave into the room next to Fire’s. On a monitor, I observed her scurrying from peeking underneath her door to rushing back into her dreary bed. On another monitor, Kirill already had his slave tied up to chains that hung from the ceiling. He took no time getting started. Valerie had recently pissed him off with more whining of wanting to go home. The slave was the recipient of Kirill’s frustrations.

Screams echoed over the speakers as Kirill cracked a whip across the slave’s bare back. When the slave finally tired, Kirill decided it was time to open his robe and expose his raging erection. He went to a table and lubed before approaching the slave from behind. His feet pushed the slave’s apart, taking a firm stance. The slave had already been taken in the ass many times but still grunted as Kirill thrust inside him. I had instructed Kirill to be swift and loud. He was both. Grunts had now replaced the whimpers. Due to the slave being trained to enjoy the torture, Kirill reached around to make sure an erection was taking place. It was, even though the slave’s expression showed remorse.

As Kirill stroked the slave’s dick, I thought of the night we shared. I had felt disgraced to have enjoyed the roughness of his palm. Now, due to Wolf, and realizing the possibility of myself being bisexual, I started to forgive myself for the indiscretion. I realized I had never been given the choice of my own preference because I was only trained to prepare slaves for others.

I suppose Kirill’s slave was experiencing a similar regret because he begged, “Please, no more,” but lost the battle. As he ejaculated onto the cold concrete floor, Kirill groaned through his own climax inside the slave’s rectum.

Setting my self-pity aside, I stepped back and clapped my hands together once. “That should have Fire ready to cut a deal.” I grabbed my blazer to look nice for my pet’s introduction to her new life.

A handler walked into the room. “Yury, the delivery is minutes away.”

Perfect timing. “Her room is ready. Tell him to take her there first and strip her.”

“Will do.” He handed me a Mini iPad. “Edited video of the Harvard student you requested.” He went to leave but stopped. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He pointed to the iPad. “I saved some links. That kid is starting a video blog that may interest you or at least be useful with controlling your Elite.”

As he left, I mumbled, “She’s not an Elite.” If she were, that would mean she was for sale. Annoyed, I tapped on the screen and saw a self-video of Reether talking about human trafficking. I stopped the video, not sure how to handle the kid, but was sure I’d somehow use this against Fire.

Without inspecting the edited video from my men—because making threats to slaves was common, I knew it would be adequate—I pulled out my cellphone and sent the video of Crash to the iPad, then I slipped the item in my inside Blazer pocket. Energy buzzed through my whole body. “Back to my special—”

The technician pointed to her screen. “She’s asleep again.”

“Fucking drugs.” I pulled a remote from my pocket and hit a button. The monitor went blank. I did not wish for our private moments to be anything other than that. Then I grabbed a folding chair and demanded, “Time for her to wake.”

Only wanting in that room to start breaking down my new pet’s spirit, I was most disappointed to see Valerie, in hysterics, while being dragged down the hallway. As soon as she saw me, she whaled out, “Yury!” She was with her black collar but no leash, so I asked the handler what he was doing.

Groping at the struggling, tiny form, he eagerly replied, “Your father said Kirill no longer has a claim to her. I want a round with this little tart.”

I stared at Whitney’s door, debating whether or not to take the time to save Valerie from this lie. There was no way Kirill was ever releasing his favorite toy. My father was up to his shenanigans again.

“Yury! Please, help me!” begged Valerie while fighting the handler’s hungry touches.

It wasn’t her plea that convinced me. It was Kirill having my back earlier that day when I stood up against my father. After a long exhale, I finally leaned my chair against the wall and reached out my hand. “Give her to me. Kirill has not revoked his claim. My father is trying to get you killed because he is bored.”

Since Kirill was ruthless and had not one issue with killing a man, the handler released Valerie as if she had just contracted a deadly virus. Valerie rushed to me, throwing her arms around my waist. I growled at the affection and refused to hold her in return, but warned the handler, “I am tiring of these games. I highly suggest you inform other employees to stop interfering with claimed slaves.”

He raised his hands while backing away. “I will not touch her again.”

Gripping a fist full of blonde hair, I yanked Valerie’s head back and stared down at her. “Did you try to escape again?”

Even though I was causing her pain, she refused to let go of my waist. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she whispered, “Please, try to understand.”

“It is you who needs to understand.” I shook my fist. Her head jostled, yet she held on to me. “The only way you are leaving this house is in a body bag.” Her eyes closed. “Do you truly believe we will let you walk the streets knowing all that you do about us?” When she didn’t answer, my fury got the best of me. I pried her arms off me and dragged her toward a training room.

A technician was coming down the hall, aiming for the monitor room. “Film?”

“No. Just beating her ass.” I shoved her into the room.

Frantically glancing around at all our training supplies, she asked, “W-What am I doing in here?”

I didn’t bother shutting the door because I knew who would be running in soon. He was showering off the slave he had just fucked.