The third person in the previous update was no other than Dominic Clint and trust me you will hate him more in further chapters.
Well, lovelies, enjoy the update.
Horrifying screams could be heard in the basement. These horrible sounds demonstrated the pain and suffering of dozens of girls. Every girl possessed their own sore and throbbing story. The women had been reduced to something less than human, empty holes to be filled with men seed.
Dominic Clint Point Of View.
Every month I had an auction. Girls were sold to wealthy depraved Clients to be used in most violent and degrading ways imaginable as their sex slaves.
Before the sale, the girls were softened up by cruel trainers. Girls while training is not allowed to wear any clothing. They were constantly beaten and fucked. Endlessly sodomized by men or
Ernest Mervyn Point of View. For the last two days, I had been drinking each and every minute. I had lost count of men and women mainly whores and hoes, to whom I killed and tortured in a most gruesome way. If I would have let a person witness the barbaric torture inflicting on the prisoners even for one minute, I am damn sure that person would have died then and there with a heart attack. I walked into the bedroom of my beloved sister. Her bedroom was designed by IONS DESIGN, a Dubai-based company, uses soft and soothing pink and white to create a sparkling luxurious feel. From a modern chandelier that dangles over the bed to a plush pink carpet that practically begs for your bare feet. My heart anguished as I remember the memorable days spent with her. How she used to hypnotize me with her big and beautiful eyes whenever she desired me to do something for her. How she used to fill my dark and
Ernest Mervyn Point Of View.I had dressed in grey melange It suits with a white shirt. It was just a casual look for a day. I chuckled remembering a special day. Just a mere image of that day used to bring a cheerful smile on my face but now it seems that day was the worst.Flashback (7 years ago)Irina and Ernest were roaming around the garden. They were welcomed by the sweet perfume of a fragrant rose. They heard birds chirping in the trees. A cool breeze was blowing and there was refreshing green grass in the garden which is a sight to behold. They walked on the grass. Dewdrops on the grass further added to the beauty of the garden. While walking Irina got thorn of the rose in her legs. "Aghh aghh" she cried. "What happened darlo." He asked. His eyes were full of concern look. "I guess I stepped on th
Irina Ivor's Point Of View. My eyes fluttered open and every memory crashed my little brain terribly. I remembered how I fainted after listening to the unbelievable words. "She is no more." I could not believe it. I will never. It seems impossible. How could it be possible? And why? She had her whole life planned and she could never die by suicide. Was she depressed? No, she could be anything, not depressed. She could not possibly slaughter her own life. She might be upset, anxious, but she could not suicide. No, she could not. There might be something else. The last conversation... Flashback "Dear Veronica, Trust me. Your fiancee is a fucking killer and big ass pervert." Irina half yelled. Veronica rolled her eyes at her statement. Irina balanced herself on her knees to maintain eye contact w
Isabella Smith Point Of View. "Good morning gentlemen, Dominic Clint is proud once again to bring you the finest slaves from all over the world. They are perfectly trained and tested and as always you can check out all the slaves personally." Dominic Clint announced from the stage on the occasion of the auction day. I had always listened about the auction of houses but, had never thought of auction of human flesh. At the end of the stage, there were the girls shackled by an ankle to the rail that goes all the way around the catwalk... Excited buyers eagerly began to examine the slave girls from head to toe. Each beautiful woman walked to the end of the U-Shaped catwalk and back along the other side. They were naked, obviously in order to show their bodies to the buyers. It is believed that God had created human beings to live in peace with each other, and to take care of the re
Enjoy the update.Irina Ivor's Point Of View.From the dead-end to the main road, a man standing at the edge of the road in tattered clothes and covered in dirt carrying an axe was staring me with bloodshot eyes. I held my breath and trotted away from him hurriedly. The man started running up from behind with an axe, and I literally freaking screamed for help. I ran and ran until my legs started to pain. I waited for a few moments to calm down my wounded nerves. I moved my eyes to the expensive wedding dress, I was wearing which was breathing stained blood.All of a sudden, a hand reached over my mouth and started dragging me forcefully. I tried to resist a lot, but the person who was forcefully dragging me didn't let me go. He placed a blindfold over my eye, tape on my mouth, and cuffs on my wrists behind my back. I was placed inside a car. The ride seemed t
Enjoy the update. Ernest Mervyn's Point Of View. "Please have mercy on me, Boss." A man in early thirties begged while kneeling and rubbing his disgusting face on my neatly red blood polished shoes and I could only feel sorry for the condition of my shoes. It must have screamed internally "Stay the fuck away from me, you horrible stinking man" due to his disastrous breath. Trust me It was horrible than the sewer. My Poor Shoes. "Please, I and my wife are sorry. At least leave my wife. She is pregnant for god's sake." He begged again and again while crying hysterically. Instead of feeling sympathy, It fueled my anger more. I yanked his hair harshly and made him look at me while I leveled myself on the ground. He hissed in agony. "You just remember about her pregnancy. Where were your senses wh
Most awaited Veronica Mervyn's Point Of View at present while staying secretly in Clint's Mansion. (Mansion of Dominic Clint) "Touch me, slut." Dominic glared harshly into my eyes as he demanded me for his pleasure. I hurried to oblige him. "Yes," I moaned as I seized his hard dick into my hand. In a flash, he clasped my throat. "Yes, what?" he commanded. "Yes, Master," I whispered. "I'm sorry master." After a brief hesitation, his nod signaled that he accepted my apology. At least for then. I started pumping his cock, lying nude next to him, my nipples puckered in excitement and my pussy ached. All I wanted was to please him, for him to use me for his pleasure and every desire. By the look in his eyes, I knew he would. "Come on, what is it?" "Yes, master. I breathe to satisfy you. I survive to s
Irina Ivor's Point Of View. Nervous. That's what was thudding inside my heart. Walking down the aisle made me feel like a notable. Everyone turned to look at me and pulled out their phones and cameras to take a pic. I had spent, like, six hours before the wedding taking pictures and stuff with my full makeup on. When everyone was taking photos of me walking down the aisle, I selfishly kept thinking about how I would look in their photos, and I was hoping I'd look really good. I think I would have felt less nervous if everyone was seated and just looking forward. I wanted everyone to please stop looking at me. I inhale and breathe out a long breath and peeked towards the edge of the aisle. Unintentionally, a small smile spread on my face. There was my groom with his breathtaking appearance. My Bukka. He was wearing a completetuxedoincludin
Irina Ivor's Point Of View.Flashback to being continued.You are unbelievable." I spat out, angrily and was about to go from her side, towards my house when she stopped me by pulling my left hand."Please, wait and listen to me." She mumbled in a low voice. "Now what reason is there to listen, hah? It is only because of you, that we are here alone in the street, in the middle of the night. It was such an ugly prank that pulled on me." I said, my words sounded like screeching at the end but who cares. She was the one to blame. I mean, who the hell with a sane mind would do such a thing, and again and again, the main point that I wanted to emphasize was that such a thing should not be happening in the middle of the young night. Who knows, when the bitch luck could turn into a devilish incarnation. "I know, I should not have done such a thing with you, especially at a night and I am sorry. Trust me, I am regretting it through my guts." She let out with an guilty low voice and with a
Irina Ivor's Point Of View.Flashback to be continued. It was a message of no other than the sister of Ernest Mervyn, the love of my life and my one and only best friend "Veronica Mervyn". The message said, "I am in danger" with her location attached to the message. The first that came into my mind was the simple question, "What?". The other question that came into mind was that "...and the how the fuck is that possible?". I rubbed my eyes, wishing it to be my dream. I pinched myself for the same reason while desperately hoping the message to disappear from the screen. Just then, a playful thought kicked into my mind. From whom this message had come? Obviously Veronica. ...and who was she? A girl who seemed to be a spoiled brat to me and who would prank all the time to seek attention. I relaxed a bit and replied to her with a message that said, " Not so funny and a stupid prank to be dragged on me. Thank you."I put my phone on the other side of my bed, started settling down to ge
Irina Ivor's Point Of View. Flashback - One month before of the wedding. A morning shower can help you wake up, but showering at night can help sleep arrive faster.I turned on the shower and let the bathtub to fill up with cozy warm water. I got in, turned the water up till it was a little more than warm, then lay down under the hot, pounding stream from the shower head. The water always seemed to cool off by the time it hit the tub, maybe because of the cold weather and cold surrounding in the room. Well, soon the room would warm up as it will be filled with the hot water vapor pouring out of the glass shower. I lay back all the way and the water filled till my ears. Everything seemed a lot quieter now. I felt tired and dizzy and glad to be motionless, resting, quiet. Everything felt perfect and exemplary. I closed my eyes and rested peacefully, slipping in and out of a half dream of floating through warm liquid clouds.After a few minutes, I walked out of the bathtub, while shive
Ernest Mervyn's Point Of View... "In case, you would like to end your life. You are most welcome." I said with unfathomable smirk on my face and strolled out of the room, shutting and locking the door from outside. I leaned my head against the door, and inhaled the air in order to find calmness, but failed miserably. There was not even a single source in my life, around me that could convince me to restore the composure. Tears gathered in my eyes and threatened to escape. I might look like a cold hearted person, cruel, merciless, mean or who do not posses the humanity from the exterior, but I was not a such a soul in interior. If one would have seen me in such a situation, they would have known me better. "Hey brother." I heard Leonardo Hastings, my right hand man as well as my brother from another mother called for me. I turned around towards him and my tears escaped from my eyes through my cheeks acr
Irina Ivor's Point Of View..."Me? Pregnant? It can not be possible." I voiced out, stunningly. Shocked, I wasn't able to move."You are pregnant." He said with an unreadable face expression, with void of emotion staring back at me."How can I be? I have never involved in any sort of sexual intercourse." I asked, and wondered at how harsh reality can be."You are sick and fucking delusional. You had been whoring around in my absence and even dare to ask me, 'How' ?" He sneered as he said the sentence."How many times, should I tell you that..." Tears, threatened to escape as I was about to clear myself again but he cut me off in between."Dont. Dont you dare to start again with your blabbering. I have already listened enough." He said and walked towards me with long steps."There's always a real truth behind the truth we want to believe. We tend to believe
Dominic Clint's Point Of View...I zipped my jeans back, and walked towards the other side of the room. I pull off one of the drawer, grasped the birth control pills and poured the water in the glass from the jug. I strolled towards Veronica, Baby Mervyn who was standing near the window for the length of time. I led her to my bed and pushed her on the bed."What the hell? I am not interested in another round." She shrieked almost spat unintentionally straight on my face, and pushed my hands away from her.I rolled my eyes in annoyance, groped her cheeks tightly without uttering a single word, pushed a pill inside her mouth and led her to drink water forcibly. Once she realized that I was not going to let go of her mouth until she swallowed the pill, her eyes watered and she coughed, sputtering around a bit."You could have asked me kindly, to consume the pill." She sneered and coughed again. "I just can not trust on you. Not only you but any damn gi
Irina Ivor's Point Of View... "Hey darlo, Enjoying your time?" He asked, mocking over me and my condition in which I was in. Although, he was the one who put me in miserable position. I rolled my eyes from him, inhaled the large gulp of air to feed my raw lungs and squeezed my eyes tight in order to prevent the sound, that was torturing me mentally and psychologically enough to rip my ear drums. "As if you care." I answered after a long moment of silence, my voice was laced with bitterness. One could feel it. I decided not to ask him about the following disaster he committed in basement as the same arguments would had followed, which had followed in the basement and this would not conclude the conclusion. "Aghh... I can feel the hurt, straight in my heart. Why would not I care about my beautiful bride, the bride whom I loved the most?" He said, while acting hurt. "Have I ever told you, how much poor you look while acting?" I asked him back whi
Irina Ivor's Point Of View...Life and death are the one thread and the same line viewed from different sides. [Disclosure- The ownership of the above stated quote belongs to its rightful owner.] Death is inevitable, no one can escape from. It follows life as night follows day, winter follows autumn or old age follows youth.My eyes fluttered open and closed immediately. I squeezed my eyes, in order to adjust it with the sunlight. I happened to be in the forest, amid all the trees, in warm and tranquil sunlight,and a gentle summer breeze. The environment is filled with lush green bushes and plants. It is a very densely wooded forest. I wonder how I got here, although pleasant and serene. I could feel the grass beneath me. My gaze fell on the path before me, amid the branches and dry leaves. I decided to walk through it, amid the bush and thistle, I trekked along the path. The sun was extremely hot. I wondered how I happened to approach to the jungle.I hap
Veronica took a long, hot bath and laid out everything she would need. Three lengths of silk rope, two padlocks, an elastic band, duct tape, and a brand-new vibrator with an intensifying vibration pattern and remote. Ever since, she happened to live with Dominic Clint in his mansion, she had been addicted to sex. Not only because of new kinks, she happened to explore everyday but also because of her frustration, as she couldn't be with his brother, for a time being. She knew, whatever she was feeling against her brother consider as sickness but she couldn't help herself out. Her parents had enemies but she had to bear the consequences of enmity between them, although she was not at fault anywhere. Since childhood, she had lived only with her brother, grounded in the mansion. She knew only her brother as a friend and she shared everything with him only. Not by choice obviously, and at last she made her choice which was not acceptable at all. The moment she hit h