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Prologue
MASTER B-1212
Garden of the Gods
Colorado Springs underground facility
Iwas used to luxury. Galas. Elites. As I stared, watching my old friend walk the stage, I knew this was not like any high-class event I’d been to before…
“This is the beta run. Even though you have taken classes, and even though our slaves have been trained, no position as Master or Mistress is set in stone until you can prove you’re worthy of the title. So far, you’ve passed enough tests to make it here to our first auction, but who are you? I’ll tell you. You are the wealthy. The powerful. Influential. That got you here, but that’s where it ends. Inside the Gardens, you have no name; you have a number. Your identity or status in the outside world means absolutely nothing. Zero. Here, there is no power or favoritism. This is my world, and you are no one. Let that sink in.” He paused, staring us all down. “You are no one. The only thing that connects all of you is…you’re all fucking sick.”
Laughter echoed in the large theater-type setting as I glanced around angrily. Crème-colored silk chairs decorated the surroundings, and the pale lavender velvet accents invoked welcome. Just as my old friend, Main Master Elec Wexler did through his introduction as he continued. I could barely listen as my anger grew. I wasn’t supposed to be here.
“Tonight is the first night of endless more auctions. A small majority of you come to us from Whitlock1. Take note, this is not that place. The rules are different. The location is different. Do not mistake me for your old Main Master. I am not Bram Whitlock. The Garden of the Gods will never fall.”
Silence.
“For those who are new, let me explain how this works. We start the bidding with the white, or w’s2for short. These are the virgins. From there, we move to the b’s: or blue3.” He paused, raising one of his eyebrows sarcastically. “You guessed it: not virgins. The d’s4will follow. They’re docile, trained, and good for those who are looking for a long-term slave. Lastly, come the black, or as we call them, the crows5. They’re not your typical slave. These are the cheap, buy-one-get-one-half-off sort of deals. They are the convicts. The disfigured. The breeders. Some are plain repulsive.” He shrugged. “And if you’re into it, old. You get it. Like I said, not typical for a place where beauty and sterilization are usually the standard.”
Sterilization?Well, that made things convenient.
“For the Mistresses or those looking for our programmable, ‘blank slate’6males, your auction is just through that door off to the right. The information was in your packet, but just in case you missed it, these are the males who have had portions of their memories erased. They know who they are, but they only remember what we want them to. We’d like to think when it comes to security issues, we’ve learned from the past. Like I said before, we’re in the beta stages, but we’re assured these male slaves are safe. Since we’re doing our own trial run, you can get them at a steal. They will take orders. They will obey no matter what the demand is. Use your imagination. If you’re still having trouble understanding, read more about each of these in the pamphlet.”
He turned, pointing, but continued as I glanced around taking in celebrities I knew but had never personally met. There was a lot, ranging from sports stars to musicians. Actors. CEOs. I had even spotted one of those religious TV ministers made rich from their zealot supporters.
“Some of you are here to spill blood. Some want sex beyond the norm. Here, there are no rules. What you buy is yours. Do with it what you will. Fuck it. Kill it. Eat it.”
Elec walked down the length of the stage. I took in his black fitted suit and matching black button-up shirt and tie. His dark hair was shorter than it used to be, and his handsome features had only grown over time. He was comfortable as he addressed us, and I didn’t miss the pride that seemed to radiate from him. He was taller than I remembered, but he was just as serious as he stared us down. If I didn’t know any better, I could almost mistake him as his cousin, Bram Whitlock7. Their resemblance from a distance was uncanny.
“If you look down the arm of the chair, you will see a button. Do not.” He stopped, turning in a slow circle to view everyone in the room. “Let me say it again, so I’m not accused of not making myself clear.Do not…press that button unless you are sure you want to bid. Also…do not continue bidding if you don’t have the money. Here, there’s no such thing as accidents. If you bid, you buy. If you can’t pay, I will take my payment however I see fit. Your business. Your house. Your hand.” His eyes narrowed. “Your life.I am not your friend. I am not going to take it easy on you. If you cross me, you're dead. If you lie to me, I will cut out your tongue, and then you will die. Honesty is everything. Remember that.”
My lids lowered through his violent threats, but I wasn’t overly surprised. Elec had always held a sinister aura, but maybe that’s why we’d gravitated towards each other.
“The rules are easy, but acceptance into the Garden of the Gods comes at a price. You signed a contract to get this far. You know the dos and don’ts. Memorize them. It could mean your life if you forget.”
Lights raced the length of the circumference, illuminating the edge of the floor, and running over the top arches of multiple doorways. Gasps and chatter filled the theater and heads spun from the stage to the nearest entrance as a line of the most beautiful women adorned in sheer, white robes awaited their cue.
“Now that we got that out of the way; prepare to empty your wallets. This is the fun part. You’re about to have your wildest, bloodiest dreams come true. Happy bidding, Masters and Mistresses. I have no doubts you’ll enjoy.”
Master B-1212
Maybe I should have left. I would, if I could, but I knew the rules. A slave was mandatory, but I couldn’t force myself to go that far. To commit to pushing the button was to admit I had a problem. I didn’t. Not any I was willing to acknowledge. I was an asshole. I loved inflicting pain…That did not mean I was supposed to be at the Garden of the Gods with all these depraved monsters. Maybe I was the only one in this city of nightmares who didn’t want to be here. Wasn’t everyone all smiles and excitement? Not me. I’d spent the last few days trying to figure myself out. It crossed my mind that there was a chance I was so far gone, I was delusional to the truth. Didn’t most people who had issues live in denial? Was that me?
Perhaps.
Sadly, I couldn’t change the direction my life had taken on the outside world. It was littered in disaster with accusations. One woman. Three. With money they disappeared with their lies, but when my lifelong friend died, she nearly brought me down with her. My world fucking stopped, and my dad…well…he didn’t give me a choice. He brought me to Elec. The entire situation was to get me out of the headlines and to safely sate my needs, but I never fucking expected this. I didn’t want it, but the son of the Vice-President couldn’t be going around roughing women up, even if they did ask for it. Orfucking beg.
“I told you, I’m not bidding. There’s nothing wrong with me.”
Elec rolled his eyes, content to hide with me up in my boxed seat for a few minutes away from the others. He loved his position here as Main Master, but I didn’t blame him for wanting to stick his knife in most of these spoiled Masters and Mistresses. I hadn’t been in the main building for more than half an hour before I already had a confrontation. There was clearly going to be some issues on appeasing these pampered fools who thought they could have their way on anything.
“I promised your father I’d take care of you here. If you don’t bid, so help me, I’ll gift you with three. One slave, Rob, that’s all you need.”
“I can’t believe I’m even here. You do realize how fucked up this is, right?”
Elec threw me a look. “Coming from someone who nearly just killed a woman. If you were anyone else, you’d be in jail right now. You’re lucky for her accident. Even your daddy couldn’t have saved you from this one had she pressed charges.”
“She never would have. I didn’t do anything Porsha didn’t want. Hell, she cried in pleasure for hours for me to kill her. That’s how far gone she was. That accident was no damn accident at all. She loved her pills; she just loved my cock more. When I refused her request and left, she did what she felt she had to. She’s been suicidal for years. I’m actually quite upset over the entire thing, Elec. I don’t find any of it convenient at all. It was a tragedy through and through. I had needs; she had needs. We sated our fucked-up desires with each other until the end.”
