Daughter Of A Traitor

ELORA

The entire length and breadth of the manor was full of young werewolves. I had known about the house party days ago. I had also known it would be the worst experience I've had in days.

Now standing in the middle of the Manor grounds, I knew it would be worse than I had envisaged and my belly twisted with disgust.

Each female that arrived looked at me with scorn. Their eyes didn't hide the fact that they despised me. And for what? Many of them didn't even know why they were to hate me. But they did all the same.

Alpha Rasmus had spread lies about my father, so that even people who weren't part of the plot thought my Father was really a traitor.

Someday, I would show them.

Someday, they would know they all made a terrible mistake. 

"Her Father's daughter!" One of them mocked as she passed me. She shuffled past me. Her corset must be really tight cutting off the air that was supposed to go to her brain. 

I smiled. That would have been a good come back, but I stayed mute. I knew too well how it would end and besides a slave in Bale is as good as dead.

Ironically, the sun shone brighter today as if excited to be part of this shit show called a house party. In other circumstances, this would be a good weather to go for a beautiful walk.

A sting across on my butt brought me out of my reverie. I blinked, willing my head to bring me back to my sad reality. I ignored the fact that someone hit me inappropriately. What was appropriate here?

 I had been standing here for the longest time and I knew Ethan would send someone to find me soon. My heart skipped a beat as I thought about what he would want me to do this time before his friends. Ethan had the knack for finding new and better ways to ridicule me before people. He wasn't stopping soon. 

"Logan! Isn't this the traitor's daughter?" Someone said as they passed me and grabbed my wrist. I winced in pain as he squeezed tight. The sores on my hands made it worse.

I shut my eyes and relished in the fact that I had finally had a bath today after days. Since I was usually chained for most of the day there was no chance to do so. Each time I had asked to bathe in the past two days, Ethan would hit me. Leaving me with new injuries after every encounter with him. I hated that I was powerless, I hated that I couldn't grab his balls and squeeze them like he squeezed my neck.

Today he had finally let me bathe, in preparation for his house party, I suspected. So he could embarrass and torture me afresh. Here, my body wasn't mine. It belonged to Ethan and the people of Darwin Pack.

My skin was purple with sores and they weren't healing very much anymore as I took Wolf's bane serum everyday in my meals. The serum had been originally made to be used for execution of werewolves who had committed crimes such as treason. Now it was something anyone could use to torture their slaves and Ethan had a lot of it. 

I finally turned towards the entrance and began to head back into the manor. My soul was slowly detached from my body. It something I learnt after weeks and weeks of humiliation. It paid to pretend that I wasn't Elora. My body floated through my weeks here and only pressed on by sheer will that came when I thought about my mother and siblings. I had to be strong for them. Just like Papa was.

"Elora!" Someone said in a harsh whisper. 

I turned to see Alma. The female who served in the kitchens. She was dressed in the white chefs outfit that all the cooks in the Alpha's employ wore.

"Alma, why are you hiding behind that..."

She pulled me into the shade of the tall flowers and shrubs that had grown right at the corner of the house.

"Have you had anything to eat in days?" She searched my face for an answer. Her eyes darting.

I shook my head in reply and she pulled me by the hand, away from the shrubs, out of the eyes of people and into the back of the manor where the kitchen was.

I walked in and saw the other two females preparing to serve drinks.

Everybody worked like robots here. There was no will to loosen up, even if there was it quickly fizzled out with the amount of work we had to do.

House parties with the nobles were the most depraved places anyone could be. The slaves and servants had the brunt of it. They would have sex with them, if they wanted to. And if they refused, they would get a beating. During such house parties, many slaves would genuinely eat food to give them bad breath, cover every ounce of skin, or just refuse to bathe for weeks prior. 

It was hell. 

Slavery in Darwin pack was hell.

Growing up, my father had trained me to fight and defend myself. He'd taught me because he knew the kind of place Darwin pack was. And they had killed him. 

"Here. Eat something," Alma said as she shoved a piece of cake in a plate unto my lap as I sat down. 

It was cold against my skin and the dress I had on didn't affect that. For a moment I picked the plate up and placed my wrists against it. Savouring the feel of the cold against my bruised wrists.

"Thank you, Alma!" I said with my eyes closed.

"Eat up! You'll need your strength. Eat. Eat," she commanded.

Alma ran the kitchens in Ethan's house. Ethan's father was Alpha Rasmus, the all powerful, Almighty bastard that killed my father. He had the highest number of slaves in all Darwin pack and beyond.

I picked the fork and conveyed a piece of cake unto my mouth. I savoured it. It felt like heaven. 

Then I remembered. My siblings.

Alma had always made sure them and mother had food to eat. 

The slaves and servants respected my family unlike everyone else. They knew why The Alpha had really killed my father and the others. They knew he had been fighting to stop slavery in Alkarod. They knew he had almost won. And somewhere or somehow, they felt I would carry the torch. I wasn't sure how that would work, as I was now a slave too.

As I ate a bit more cake that was when I heard it.

"ELORAAAA!" 

The voice and sound I had learnt to hate, detest and fear. The voice that was once my best friend's, my mate. The voice of my tormentor. 

"Elorahhh! Where the fuck are you??" Ethan called again, causing me to jump to my feet. 

"Here!" Alma said hurriedly. "Have some juice and some water for strength." She offered.

I was going to decline when the glass found my lips as she made me sip. I had forgotten how good food was until now. The last few days had been a horror show.

I sipped half a glass and then some water. And as I walked out of the kitchen, I saw the other females nod at me. Somehow I felt seen. It was warming to know they understood my pain, my exhaustion.

I went through the kitchen door into the common room. 

The depravity had already begun, and so had the embarrassment.

I walked passed a female with her head buried in the male's crotch, bobbing back and forth as she gagged. A few inches away, a man was completely naked and lifting the ladies frock. I watched him lift her gown and thrust his cock into her, causing her eyes to go white as she moaned.

The table at the center of the room carried a tray of leaves. Narcotic leaves. All they had to do was chew a couple of them, and down them with whiskey.

The room was an orgy. Drinks. Sex. Cigars. Naked bodies. Moans and sighs. Sex. Curses. Sex and some more sex.

I walked up the stairs unto the next floor. This floor was for the more initiated or wealthy. They had mountains of narcotic leaves, and they engaged with reckless abandon.

This floor had slaves at every corner. Some were standing around absolutely naked and trying the little they could to hide their nakedness.

Others were on the floor eating out vaginas of nobles or sucking their cocks.

There was a whole couch set up specially for the purpose of blow jobs. All one had to do was go and sit on the couch and a slave would walk up to them and start to undress them. Ethan himself had commanded this. Anyone who refused would be punished.

As I walked in I could see that every single slave in the room had bruises on their bodies. Some had scars in almost every part of their bodies. 

None was smiling except they were asked to— to please the guests. Their lives were for pleasure, and they weren't even paid to do it.

The sound of a smack brought me back to reality. And then another.

I looked towards the sound and I found the a slave on all fours, her head buried in the throw pillows, her butt sticking up in the air. Behind her stood a guest, his cock impaling her, his belt in his hand. And with every thrust of his hip, he would wipe her back with the belt, buckle and all, bruising her skin and ripping it.

My blood boiled but there was nothing I could do now. I swallowed a huge lump and bit my tongue.

Now to find Ethan. I knew just where he would be and what he would be doing— and I knew why he needed me.

I walked to the door that was by the corner, just before another set of steps that descended downward to the common room. I stopped. Then listened. There was laughter, moaning, and voices talking.

I knocked and waited. I pushed the door and it came open.

This was the exclusive part of the party.

I looked around the room and I could see all the familiar faces who were once my friends. 

Noah was standing by the window out looking the manor grounds. He had whiskey in his hand and his cock buried in a slave's face as she sucked him off.

He looked at me and smiled. 

"Come to join the fun, aye, traitor?"

I ignored him. The  smell of cigars filled this room. Cigars that you couldn't find anywhere except rooms like this. Burnt narcotics burned my nose.

Naked or almost naked bodies filled the room. Some on the couch, others on the table. Some, mostly slaves, were passed out on the floor.

Gary was too busy to see who had come in. He had one of the noble's daughters pinned to the wall. Her clothing lifted up to expose her ass as he pounded in on her from behind, while his hands held her throat. She moaned with each thrust. Her eyes were almost white in pleasure.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh shit!"

Her words egged Gary on as he seemed to go faster and faster, thrusting deeper and deeper. Her ass slapping against his hips with each thrust.

Noah, Gary, Ethan and I had been best friends growing up. We were the same age, so it made it easier.

Our parents had been friends and so we had become friends easily too. I had grown up playing in their homes, as they had too,  in mine.

However, their parents had turned on my father because he had spoken up against slavery. They feared they would lose their wealth and power, so they betrayed their friend, my father. 

What hurt the most was how easily Noah, Gary and Ethan had turned on me.

Whack!

I saw the stars first before I felt the pain. Ethan had slapped me, letting his hand lash across my face as I staggered back.

"I fucking called you!"