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“You’ve sold me to a brothel?” Neither despair nor surprise accompanied that question. She just wanted to know the truth.
“No, that’s not quite it. I’m taking you to a brothel to be sold. Where you go from there, well, that’s out of my hands. I’m just around to collect the cash.”
The hazy grey of his cigar smoke turned back the sensuous yellow glow, making the room feel more like the pit of hell than the sensuous love nest it had been minutes before.
When Jessup was ready for sex again, he laid his captive out on the couch, and after hovering above her just staring into her watery eyes for far longer than was comfortable, he began to slowly move in and out of her pussy. The way he stared her down, she thought she would break into a million pieces. In time, he picked up speed, working himself to a steady rhythm, thought it took a long time for him to come. Despite the way things normally worked in his world of quick and dirty sex, Jessup liked the long slow fuck.
Shelby could sense when his orgasm was just a breath away. At that moment, she instinctively bore down with her inner muscles. Seeing the grimace on his face was satisfaction of its own. She could have timed her body to get off in the same instant his climax hit, but just before that last finishing thrust, he suddenly decided that the tighter hole would serve him better. He pulled out, jerked her over, and brought her ass up high to meet his glistening erection. After giving her tight anus a little prodding, he reached down and gathered a little pussy juice to lubricate the path. Satisfied that she was ready, he sank his organ into her ass in one brutal thrust.
A moment of panic was followed by a moment of delirious bliss for both. In another place, another time, as the old cliché goes…but then, for anything good to have ever come of these two, they would have needed to be in far different circumstances than a prison in Eastern Europe. By the time they met, Jessup was hardwired for sadism, and Shelby was just a pawn in his game. Changing the circumstances wouldn’t have been easy, and, in the end, probably not worth the trouble.
Jessup had her sleeping in a real bed that night, though he was nowhere around. Whatever late night cocktail he gave her must have had a pungent drug because she didn’t awaken until dawn – yes, dawn, the first she’d seen of the sky at morning in over two weeks. It was only a glimpse, but it was a precious one: blue sky, the promise of sunshine and in one corner of the high window, the green leaves of a tree floating on the breeze. Such a small image, that piece of a delicate morning. But it was enough to send her bleary mind back in time again…
The men seemed to pour into the office; their faces serious and determined. They talked in grave speeches about subjects Shelby wasn’t entirely clear about. She didn’t have to understand since her job was to serve drinks from the bar inside Mr. Darcy’s office.
When the meeting was to begin, her owner ordered her inside the private space, leaving the secret door wide open. The day before, unbeknownst to her, a fuck rack had appeared in the private refuge, looking like a great wooden behemoth next to the elegant furnishings of the apartment.
“Up!” Darcy’s order was terse. He was a busy man and he had no time for her hesitation. Being so well-trained, any uncertainty she exhibited was only brief; responding instantaneously had become second nature.
Shelby fitted herself into the seat and leaned back against the supports, her feet in the stirrups and her crotch positioned with a click of a lever until both her nether holes were exposed and vulnerable to penetration. Likewise, her head was situated so that her mouth would be available for oral sex.
Her owner paused briefly to stroke her cheek before he left, noting the trepidation in her soft eyes. “What am I supposed to do?” she looked up at him in earnest.
“I’ve made it easy for you all strapped down. Being a fuck toy can be rough on a slave, but situations like this one, tense negotiations, that sort of thing, my friends will appreciate the opportunity to let off steam. You’ll be useful to the cause. You can come as many times as you like; it’s not like much will actually be demanded of you. I don’t expect them to be hard on you, most aren’t sadists like myself. Use you and leave is the usual style, they won’t have time for more. No complications, an easy ride for you this time.”
Shelby would have liked to believed him, but first times are always rough – at least in her experience with Mr. Darcy. She’d had plenty of first times in the last few months – first time in a swing…as an exotic dancer…dancing nude on top of a bar…taking her owner’s cock inside her ass…and now this first time being given to a party of horny men.
He’d said they’d just be letting off steam, venting a little frustration, but it was more than just venting. The rarity of her bound position on the rack turned serious men with serious matters to handle into nasty brutes and sleazy party animals, depending on their mood. Sadists? Most no. But one man tore a cane from the wall and whacked her vulnerable pussy a good dozen times, right across the most sensitive places along her exposed crotch. She bore up well, knowing that to scream would infuriate her owner. But the beating inspired other men to test their skill at paddling and whipping a defenseless female. Some men marveled at her continued self control and put a good deal of strength behind the blows, trying to see how much pain she could withstand before she finally screamed.
Despite her earlier attempts to remain silent, her fierce concentration finally broke. Damned if she’d take all this torment without telling her side of the story – the painful one.
“Stop, please! Noooooooooooooo,” she roared, unable to take another stinging smack.
“Damn, girl! You know better than that!” Darcy was at her side in a heartbeat, slapping her face to draw her attention.
“Please, sir!” she cried. “I can’t take anymore. I can’t!”
“Please, sir, bullshit!” he snapped in a terse whisper as if it were a private conversation. His lips were so close that she could smell his breath. “You’re here to give my friends what they want, and if whipping you is what gets them back to sane then it’s your job to take it.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“And you’ll be sorrier still if you scream again.”
Darcy always found it easy to put her in her place, “Just a little attitude adjustment,” he told his friends when he looked up smiling. “She won’t give you any further trouble. That I promise.” This was as much a warning to her as it was an explanation to his guests.
Though they’d now been given the green light to abuse her at will, the men seemed reluctant to do so, almost as if the sadistic spell had been broken. From then on, she was the plaything she was originally intended to be, not a whipping girl. For most it didn’t matter which hole they used – vagina, ass or mouth – although it seemed to take a more daring man to screw her tight ass.
The night wore on until she was worn out – and so were the nonstop stream of horny men. In the end, she’d been more of a novelty item than a real means of sexual release.
Shelby had her suspicions that her stint on the fuck rack was more for her than Mr. Darcy’s friends, but she would never suggest that to her owner. How she felt about her turn on the rack was not discussed.
Chapter Six
Shelby retained a vivid memory of the white van that whisked her away from the detention facility. Although they’d bound her hands behind her, roped off her ankles and gagged her mouth, preventing her from making much of a fuss while in transport, they didn’t bother to blindfold her, which made the events of that morning crystal clear in her mind. And yet, with no windows in the vehicle from which she could look outside, she had no idea where they were headed, or from where she came. The only clue to her whereabouts was a subtle shift in the air coming through the driver’s window. While she sat bound and uncomfortable on the hard metal floor, the air rushed in and surrounded her in the smoky smells of the city, then later in the more fragrant aroma of the countryside. For some reason the distinct change gave her reason to be hopeful.
Time dragged on, then the van came
to a sudden stop, the door jerked open, and Shelby was pulled out and dragged to the ground. Staring at the pebbled surface of the driveway, she took a moment to catch her breath, get her bearings, and assume the attitude of surrender she was sure to need to get her through the next ordeal. Knowing nothing of the circumstances into which she’d been thrown, she needed to consider the situation carefully to know exactly what was expected of her. The thought of freedom still lurked around the edges of her consciousness, though hope for her release seemed to diminish with every hour of her captivity.
