“You really are wet for a virgin.” he said, and again, my whole body was red with heat and shame. "But there's nothing wrong with that." Is he smiling? Fear pierced through me. I hope this man leaves soon and Eric comes back to release me. A long silence followed the stars, punctuated by the soft sniffles and occasional sniffles of mine as I tried to keep the sobs as quiet as possible.Finally, he said, “Sorry, sweet girl. I will leave soon and I will not harm you. I'm just curious. Perhaps, with your true master's permission, I can further explore my curiosity." I tried to focus on the fact that he said he wouldn't harm me and breathed a sigh of relief, commanding myself to calm down and stop the tears from falling.“Eric is…so infatuated with you,” he said, chuckling softly. It seemed like a joke I didn't enjoy. “Do you love him?” he suddenly asked.I didn't answer anything. I was too tired, too shocked and scared to answer.“I can always turn it back on,” he said."Is not!" I yelle
It took a long time before the door opened again and this time, I won't simply accept physical relief. Unless, of course, that physical release involves punching Eric in the stomach and forcing him to unconsciousness. I growled as I heard footsteps approaching me, silently begging the one who was under my wrath to be Eric and not an uninvited guest. A smug laugh and I know it's him. I can't help but feel deeply relieved. “How are you feeling, Pet?” At that moment I just wanted to curse him terribly, but the machine started up again, and all I could do was stop myself from screaming. Over the course of the night, the frequency of the electrical impulses gradually decreased. I wondered if it was the benevolence my mysterious guest was talking about. Even so, the intensity of the electrical pulse was very strong, and it had been going on for many hours. They bring both pleasure and pain, and the tendency to pain is increasing. When the current finally let go of me, I couldn't help but
Well,” he whispered, I'm so tired. I didn't sleep all night. Eric was silent and I was glad. I have nothing to say to him. Even so, I really wish he would stop the torture for a while and allow me to sleep - alone. I began to fall asleep while he walked around and untied the straps of my thighs and legs. It's odd to feel dreamy and fulfilled, and at the same time feel jittery and anxious about being released. His warm palm touched my ribs and my sleepiness disappeared, but my anxiety increased. “How are your ribs?” he asked with concern. “It hurts a little,” I say, so quietly I doubt he can hear. “Is it that bad?” he looks worried. I hate it when he's like this. I'd rather he be a cold-blooded bastard. At least then, I could forgive him for what he did. Instead, he showed me a rare side of his humanity. It's even worse - knowing that he knows the difference between being kind and being cruel and still chooses the lowest of the two. I shook my head. He uncuffed my wrists and I i
He made me walk—with traces of his semen on my chin and neck, naked, sobbing on shaky legs, up the cellar steps and out into the civilized landscape of the court. villa above. I hesitated on the top step when I heard the unmistakable whispers of conversation from others. Eric pressed his hand firmly against the curve of my ass and urged me to move forward, but I just backed away and tried to step down. Catching me with one hand, he delivers a powerful, decisive slap on my sensitive buttock, and I can't stop myself from screaming, then stumbling through the door. Six pairs of eyes turned to me at once. In them is a mixture of surprise and delight. A strong desire to run welled up inside of me, but my hair was brutally grabbed by Eric's hand, forcing me to kneel at his feet, where I immediately clung to his feet and hid. . “Wow, the whole day just got more interesting,” said a strange voice, with a mellow southern accent. His comment was met with resounding laughter. I was too scared
Eric said nothing more. He simply pressed my forehead down there and repeatedly shoved the belt down my ass. On the first shot, I clenched my jaw and pressed my hands below my knees so I couldn't grab the belt. On the second and third shots, I squirmed as I cried and cried on the carpet. Fourth shot, and I tried to use my hands to block his belt by covering his butt. My fingers graze the swollen whips. On the fifth, sixth and seventh, he kept my hands on my belt. The eighth and ninth hits made me scream and gasp. He paused for a moment, just long enough for me to say how sorry I was, that I would obey, that I would be obedient – I promised. A few more whips and he seemed satisfied at last. He let go of my arms, but I knew better than to follow that instinct to get up. I hooked my wrists and kept them at my waist, just like he did. I hear his laughter against the background of my incoherent sobs and sniffles, and for some reason my body relaxes a little. “Very well, Kitten,” he
An hour and a half later, I'm sniffling on the edge of the tub while Celia gently combs my hair and does her best to comfort me.“I'm so sorry, Kitten,” she whispered. I sobbed even louder. She nodded obediently to reassure her. Honestly, my tears have nothing to do with her, or the fact that she waxed all of my hair so painfully, leaving only a small 'line' on my 'girl' top. . However, that pain is not easy to forget. Mostly, I cried because I couldn't shake Eric out of my thoughts. He doesn't care about me at all, and yet somehow, I'm falling in love with him again. He would never kiss me again - that's what he said - never again. I trust you. I did everything you asked in the hope that you would forgive me. His loyalty was never mine, and I was a fool to believe that I could win against him.I can't stop myself from replaying that moment over and over in my mind. Even knowing that the pain I was feeling was more emotional, I still felt pain all over my body.“Celia?” Finally, I man
He stood up and watched my panties and stockings as my skin warmed under his scrutiny. I dared not look him in the face to see if he liked what I saw. Perhaps, unsurprisingly, the panties caused a strange and overwhelming wave of desire. The bare flesh of my 'little girl' became more sensitive to the smooth and soft feel of the fabric of my underwear. Suddenly, I feel more grateful to be a woman than ever. Our longing can be hidden, while a man cannot. However, keeping my thighs from closing is also quite difficult for me.I've never worn a corset, so I wasn't prepared for this tight fit. Made of smooth leather, it sits just below my breasts and covers my entire belly. I let out a grunt as he fastened my back with a quick, powerful pull. He paused for a moment to let me calm down and breathe normally again."Can I breathe?"I nodded jerkily. “Okay, Master.”"Good. If your ribs start to hurt, tell me right away.”Another nod, “Yes, Master.”There are two strange leather bands attached
I open my eyes and stare into the gloom, not wanting to move in case Eric tries to torture me more when I'm awake. My sleep is not straight at all. My wrists were tied to a tight leather corset. It was difficult to breathe or lift my arms even an inch. I was forced to sleep on the floor – although it was covered with a blanket, it was not as comfortable as the bed.I think about the morning. After Eric had roughly used my mouth, which made me both crave and lust after him, he refused to give me the relief that he still gives me now after every trial – affectionate affection. Admittedly, that hurt me. Despite the things he forced me to go through, he never made me feel cheap. Even in the beginning, when he was a more hardened bastard than this, he always tried to assuage my fears and anxieties when he was done – I'm afraid those days are over.Not since I told you I love you.Recalling that day in my head doesn't prompt me to wake up any faster, but I can't go back to sleep. Not only b
It's just a feeling, but I've been feeling it for a while. Someone is following me. I contacted Kudo, and he seriously sent some scouts to see if I was in danger. He was supposed to see me in a few days, in the name of investigating a fake case. During that time, he wanted me to behave normally. He didn't want my stalker to find out I knew.Kudo said he had heard several reports of people targeting Raymond's allies. Raymond has been missing for over a year and his government is not happy about it. They think the FBI has something to do with his disappearance. Of course they have no proof. Kudo didn't seem too upset about that, though. The culprit is clearly an unknown person. He freed eighteen women from sexual slavery.When I first heard the news, I immediately thought it might be Eric, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed by someone. Kudo didn't say it, but I think he might as well suspect Eric. It showed in the way he asked if I was likely to know who the person was or if s
Johnny sits across from former Miss Yena Ruiz. She looks terrible. Her long dark hair was pulled back from her face and pulled into a messy bun. She has dark circles under her eyes and doesn't eat much either. The lack of food kept her in the hospital for another 72 hours, but they couldn't keep her once she decided she wanted to leave. Agent Sloan was also in the room. The revelations of the case were hard to swallow for her, too, and Johnny wished there was some way to comfort her without misleading her into thinking he was seducing her. She went to his room after visiting Yena at the hospital, and learned about his last conversation with Yena. They discussed the case for a while, but then she wanted to talk about the night they had sex, and he had to tell her frankly that it was just a one-night stand. She called him a coward. He called her even worse. “Is this the last piece of paper?” Anne Caliph asked. “Yes,” Johnny said. “Once you step out of this room, you will be Anne Cali
“Why don't you let me decide for myself what is right? I want to stay with you.” I said choked. My heart rate increased, and I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. You're giving me a chance to go back home, back to my life, back to what I said I wanted - but all I can think about is, it doesn't matter if That means I'll never see you again. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pressed his forehead against it, “You don't know what you want, Nana, and what you want, you're just brainwashed into wanting them.” I immediately inhaled, trying to protest; He raised his hand to stop me. “I've been doing this for a long time - manipulating people to my liking. That's why I think I love you. Because you broke me and then put me back together and made me believe it. This is not an accident. Once you've left everything behind…you'll see that." I could barely see him through the mist of tears clouding my vision. Eric believed what he said. I could hear it in his voice – but he was w
I was just unbuttoning my shirt when it happened. There was a huge explosion and something hit me right in the face. I reached up to touch my cheek. The breath left me in a heartbeat. Eric was above me, screaming, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Looks like I didn't hear anything. My head ached. I bumped it to the floor when Eric lunged at me. Bricks flew everywhere. “Nana!” Eric shouted as he shook me. It pierced the silence in my head. BOOM! Another flood of rubble flew towards us. Eric lay on top, covering my face with his hands while burying his head near my shoulder. There's someone out there shooting at us. My eyes drifted to the door and I could see huge holes in what used to be wood. We rolled to the back of the bed. My whole body was shaking and I had no idea what was going on. Eric was pushing me and I cried out in pain. “Get in the tub!” He shouted. Then he pushed me again. I managed to get up on my hands and knees. Crawling towards the bathroom, I squirmed in
The mansion is very quiet, strangely quiet. No Felipe. No Celia. No Raymond. Eric didn't answer and I didn't ask any questions.It was very hot outside, even though it was only early morning. I realized I hadn't stepped outside in a long time, under the bright sun. I am wearing clothes. I was…free. My footsteps stopped when that realization hit. FREE!“The truck isn't far, keep going,” Eric said coldly.I felt myself choking, an excited laugh escaping my lips, “Where are we going?” I said with tears of joy in my eyes."Please don't ask. Just go with me.”I looked at him, the pain on his face was so intense. Now is not the time to argue with you. Whatever he was doing, it seemed like a big deal. It will change everything between the two of us, but he is begging me to go with him, and when the man you love asks you to go with him – you will.We walked less than a mile, but I was amazed at the overall scale of Felipe's mansion. Whatever his business is, it's probably making a profit. We
Fear aside, I parted my lips and let his tongue invade my mouth. He groaned as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me. I tug on his dirty shirt and he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. Sand and blood, I'm sure, fell on my face, but I just wiped them off with the back of my hand and continued to kiss Eric. His hands were everywhere at once, touching my hair, pulling me close, squeezing my breasts. His pillow hill slid between my knees, pushing them apart. I opened my legs and let Eric's lower belly press against me. I can feel his masculinity, confined in his jeans, pressing against his inner thighs. As we pounced on each other, a part of his wild personality seeped into me and before I knew it, I pushed him aside. He grabbed my shirt and let out a sound I understood to be a warning. “Yours, Eric. I promise," I said. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts to Eric. His mouth came in, causi
Eric has been gone for hours. I sat on the floor, next to his gun, waiting for something to happen, anything. So many times I thought about leaving the room and looking for him, but still tried to convince myself to give up the idea. Eric told him to wait. So I wait.A sense of dread began to rise as I saw light seeping through the curtains. The sun was rising and Eric hadn't come back yet. I wonder if Celia will return, but I doubt it will. The bridge between us has been completely burned down. The only consolation was knowing that she would keep Felipe from harming me.Suddenly, there was a very loud thud at the door, and then another hour. My heart almost jumped in my throat, but then I remembered Eric said he'd knock twice. I reached for the gun, just in case.I watched the revolving door handle and when the door swung open I could barely absorb what I was seeing. Eric stood in the doorway. His body was covered in mud. Blood stains everywhere.“Eric?” I managed to whisper, but sti
“There will be no trial,” Kudo said. He started walking again, a fist resting on the back of his neck. “I know how it is. I don't want to believe it, but I know. I've been arguing with my boss for the past few hours. There will be…” Kudo seemed very flustered. “There will be a lot of arrest warrants, I'm sure. Those who are auctioned will no doubt be taken to a shelter, but… no justice will be served. Not the kind that those victims deserve.” "How can that be?" I sobbed. “How could you let that happen?” “Raymond is a senior officer in the Pakistani Army, Nana. His government will not allow a scandal to get out. They agreed to let our government take part in the raid on the condition that they keep their men out of the way. When the chaos is over, it's up to them to decide who's present and who's not, that's how international political organizations work." I felt like someone had just hit me in the chest with a heavy wooden stick. For the second time in my life, I understood Eric's
“Are you sick?” Eric whispered. His blond brows furrowed nervously. I've never seen him like this. He looks so happy and peaceful. I reached up and stroked his beautiful face. "I am fine." He wiped my eyes, "Then why are you crying?" "I don't know," I replied and continued to run my hand over his face. "I think I'm just happy." He smiled, "Strange reaction to happiness, but that's okay." He bent down and licked away one of my tears. I squirmed, “What are you doing?” I laugh. "I'm curious," he whispered seriously. "About what?" “Will happy tears taste the same as sad tears?” he replied. His words made me cry harder. I can't control them. I am overwhelmed by everything. "And?" I managed to ask. "I think they're sweeter," he replied, kissing me, "but maybe it's just your face." We burst out laughing. I heard voices. I sat up in bed. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The room is very small. There are bars on the window frames. The bed wasn't Eric's. “I can't come back