So, even though our boy now has blood on his hands, I didn't have the heart to make him a monster by sending Kristy to be a sex slave as well, lol. I feel she still got what was coming to her because she isn't free; she is still owned. I hope I did justice well enough. Thank you so much for reading and beware of the next chapter, for it's a doozy! Remember to leave your comment & possibly a pretty Gem before leaving! =)
~ EXPLICIT ~ (dub/con) Mistress is so lovely to me. As long as I’m good and do as I’m told, I don’t get punished, and she gives me the candy stuff whenever she visits, which is quite often. Sometimes she spends hours with me, but that’s only when Master has to be away. She’s also been letting me out of my cage, but today, I’m being taken out of the room. “Now, little bird, you must remember to be on your best behavior during this dinner. Others, like you, will be here with their owners as well, but you are not allowed to talk to them; I’m the only one you talk to. Do you understand?” I nod my head, but am a bit nervous, “Can I have some candy, Mistress?” “Of course, little bird,” She turns to me, and I reach up and kiss her using my tongue. When she pulls away, she smirks at me as she opens her necklace, “This will be all you get until after we eat. I will give you more when it’s time for my dessert.” “What’s for dessert, Mistress?” I ask once she’s done rubbing my
~EXPLICIT~ (dub/con) It hurt, it hurt so much, even with all the candy that Mistress gave me. I glance down at the barbell going through each nipple, and I want to cry. Piercing my nipples isn't something I ever had the urge to do. I remember Jory and me talking about it once because of his piercings, but I said I could never do it. I miss Jory and Merrick, but most of all, I miss Knox and my mother. I'm sitting here on the floor beside Mistress as she says goodbye to her guests and I haven't had any candy since the man pierced me, so my thoughts are clear, but with them comes a headache and a few chills. "That went very well; I think," Mistress says to Master as they embrace one another. "It sure did. We gained more clients and a handful of orders for more girls." Master states before he takes her lips briefly. "Little bird did so well, don't you think, baby?" "I agree. She definitely deserves a reward." "I want her to sleep with us tonight, baby." She pouts
KNOX I've been spending as much time with Melody as possible during Aria's absence. At first, I told her mother that she was visiting friends, and then next, Aria had come down with the flu. I came clean when we realized it would be longer than we thought to get my wife back. That was about eight days into the search. We cried together for a long time, and I made a promise to Melody that I would bring her daughter home. We console each other every day. I was worried she would have a setback, but it's been the opposite; she seems to get stronger each day. With the warm weather, we spend a lot of time sitting on her patio just outside her room. When I'm not out looking for Aria, myself, we sit outside and play cards or whatever game we are in the mood to play while my men continue the search. She's gotten to know Merrick and Jory better during this time as well, and we feel like one big happy family, only we are missing the most important one of all. Now that it's been conf
(Triggers: dub/con & abuse) Master wakes me up by sliding into me, and I quickly look around for my Mistress, "She's taking our son to school, so I needed to be inside you, Ari." "Dario..." "Yes...mm?" His thrusts become faster. "We shouldn't. If Mistress finds out...." "If I want to fuck you, I will fuck you. If Greta finds out, then I will deal with it. She shouldn't have dangled you in front of me, and she sure as hell shouldn't have started sharing you with me." His tone is laced with annoyance, and the last thing I want is to anger either of them, so all I do is nod and let him have his way. His mouth comes down and covers one of my piercings, causing me pain. He knows they aren't healed and that he shouldn't be sucking or licking them, but again, neither of them really cares if it bothers me. I find it funny that he was professing his love for me just yesterday, and now he's taking what he wants and not caring. "Please, Master, it hurts!" I finally cry
MERRICK I've never seen Knox this fucked up before, and I'm not talking about the intoxicated kind of fucked up. No, he's beside himself with worry over Aria; he hasn't eaten since he received the package with the note and photos. It became worse when Donato postponed lending us his men until tomorrow. I can't stand by and do nothing, so I call my old friends from my fight days, and I am able to wrangle up twenty men; that brings our numbers up from thirteen to thirty-three. My guys are the rough sort you don't want to mess with, so seventy-five to thirty-three odds aren't so bad. Then again, Jory is our numbers guy, and he will probably say I'm crazy. I knock at Knox's office door and then walk in. He's standing at the window, watching what, I don't know, but then he lifts a glass to his lips and sips on some whisky. Glancing at my watch, I see it's not even noon. I shake my head, go over to the couch, and sit down, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I stare at my best fri
I can hear all kinds of commotion outside my room, but I don't pay it any mind. My back is on fire, and even though Master has cared for my back personally and given me painkillers, it's not helping all that much. Master and Mistress refuse to provide me with any candy because it's just a temporary high, and it would take too much to keep me in a state where my back doesn't hurt. Mistress refuses more because she wants me to learn my lesson for my actions, which I had no choice in, but she knows nothing of that. Tears leak out every time I try to move, so I lay on my stomach and stay as still as possible. I'm just about to sleep when the door to my room bangs open, jerking me awake and, in the process, causing pain to slice through my back, but I don't dare cry out. When I lift my head, I start to believe that I'm still sleeping and must be dreaming. Merrick stands before my cage, smiling my favorite smile of his, "Hello, Baby Doll. Are you ready to go home?" This can't be!
I never thought I would feel the splatter of blood hit my face, but then again, I never thought I would ever kill someone. Do I feel remorse? No. Do I feel sick to my stomach? No. I don't feel anything as I drop the gun and walk away from my Mistress's hanging corpse. "NO!" The Mafia Kingpin roars as tears slip out of the corners of his eyes. I guess evil humans still have some emotions, but not like I care. Nor do I care when he turns his rage on me and tries breaking free from the hands holding him. "Take him over and hang him beside his wife," I say in a tone void of emotion. It takes all three of my guys to drag him over and get him in a second pair of cuffs. I watch as Moretti stares at his wife, now dead by my hand and her own making. He cries but only briefly until anger takes over once again. I don't know what's come over me, but I enjoy this more than I should. I open the cover to the pendant and rub more of the drug onto my gums. I don't miss Knox and Merr
KNOX "It hurts, Knox. It hurts so bad!" Aria sniffles as she straddles my lap on the way back home. I've called my friend, who will meet us at the house to examine Aria's back. I pray it will heal without too much scarring, but I think that may be wishful thinking on my part. I want nothing more than to bring those fuckers back to life just so I can kill them again, slowly. "I know, baby. As soon as we get home, Jory will give you one of his painkillers, and then we will clean you up and put you in bed for the doctor to look at." I caress her head and press my lips to her temple, "I'm so happy to have you back in my arms, Aria. I will take care of you, baby." She pulls back and looks deep into my eyes, "You're not disgusted with me?" There is a tightening in my chest as I grimace at her question, not understanding why she's even asking me this, "Why would I be, baby?" She turns her gaze away, refusing to look at me as she curls her lip, "Because I've been used.