Текст книги "Saved By Her"
Автор книги: Michelle Horst
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Chapter Two
River~
My boobs are shoved up, creating a cleavage I didn’t think I’d ever be capable of showing, and the leather skirt is way shorter than I’m comfortable with. It feels as if my ass is hanging out for all the world to see. But this is what we need to wear to get into the party.
Cameron Hawkins loves his leather and lace parties and there is just no way in hell I’m wearing lace. It took me a year to get this invitation from him. I’ve heard over and over that he has the biggest collection of slaves, and I hope to make a dent in it.
Adam comes out of the bathroom. Dressed in his leather pants he looks very attractive. We’ve become very good at playing our part as a young married couple who loves to dabble in the taboo. Only two other people know that Adam isn’t my husband, but actually the head of my security team. I trust him with my life.
Miss Ella and Tristan keep watch over the plantation, while Adam and I go out looking for slaves.
After Father died I sold everything. The first thing I did was hire Adam. He helped me create The Sanctuary – the perfect healing place. The plantation has become a place where people can heal and find themselves.
He brought his grandmother, Miss Ella, in to help take care of the people we rescue. Miss Ella has become the glue that keeps us all together. Tristan joined us a few years back and Adam trained him as his second-in-charge. There are six more men that work under Tristan. They’ve been hired to protect the sanctuary. I pay my staff well, hoping they will never turn on me. Together Adam and I have created the perfect healing place for damaged souls.
Father must be cursing me from the pits of hell. Every dollar he made from the sex trade is being used to rescue slaves. I’ve made it my job. I have to make up for the devastation Father created with his greed and malicious ways.
The slaves I buy can either choose to remain on the plantation and do an honest job, or go their own way. I’ve been in the business of buying slaves for nine years now. We manage to buy two slaves a year, sometimes we’re lucky and we can get three or four, but more than that would draw attention to our operation. Out of the twenty eight we have managed to buy, thirteen have chosen to stay on with us. Those who have made The Sanctuary their home get along well. We don’t tolerate trouble. If someone places The Sanctuary at risk then Adam and Tristan take care of them. Once you decide to stay at The Sanctuary there is no option of leaving. We can’t risk placing the others at risk if one suddenly decided to leave.
Because of the people now working the farmland it’s turned the plantation into a successful venture. We all live peacefully together, a little community tucked away on the plantation. We grow our own fruits and vegetables, and we’ve got some livestock as well, that way we don’t have to go into town that often.
I’m good at what I do. I act out the part of Mistress Ryland. It’s not hard to play the roll of a conniving bitch when you know that at the end of it all you get to save someone’s life. We choose slaves who aren’t broken beyond repair, those who have a chance to become a part of society again. It’s sad, but there are those who are too far gone.
You learn to look past all the darkness and to just focus on those two or more rays of light – if we walk away from the party with just one slave, then it’s one life more we got away from those deprived demons who dare to call themselves humans.
Adam comes to stand in front of me and he tilts his head slightly, giving me that intense look I’ve grown quite fond of. He’s checking to see if I’m okay to walk into the ‘party’. He’s become more than just the head of security to me. He’s become my best friend.
I meet his grey eyes. It’s quite intimidating looking into them. There is nothing you can hide from this man. That’s why I chose him. A man with his skills and background is hard to come by and I’m thankful for him.
“I’m ready,” I whisper. Most parties we attend have cameras in the rooms and this party is no different. Adam found two cameras in our room, one in the bathroom mirror and one in the portrait hanging on the wall opposite from the bed. You’re always being watched, no matter where you go. We have to be so careful. I smile at Adam, letting him know that I’m really okay.
“I like the male slave,” I purr. I’ve met so many bitches in my thirty-two years on this planet that I’ve had plenty of training from them.
“I’m sure you do,” Adam smirks. “Who will you choose as his partner?”
I’ve fabricated a sick fascination where I choose slaves who would fit in with my collection, like a doll collection. The owners fall for it and that’s all that matters. It’s a good front should someone stumble on The Sanctuary … which I hope to God will never happen! We have the best security and The Sanctuary is in Miss Ella’s name, that way none of the paperwork can be traced back to me.
I sigh heavily and pretend to think about the question Adam just asked me. I reach out and trail a finger down his chest. “How about…” I lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth, “…you choose. You always let me have the pick of the litter. You can choose who you think will be a great addition to my collection.”
“Anything for you, Darling.”
He takes my hand and together we leave the room to attend the party. With every step we take closer to the ballroom where the party is being hosted, the more my insides tighten. It’s hard to attend these things. It’s hard to watch men and women, sometimes even children, being raped and assaulted. I wish I could rid the world of the scum! I wish every one of the people that are here to find pleasure in another’s suffering will burn an agonizing death.
I take a deep breath as we reach the guarded door. A beefy man opens the door, his bald head gleams under the lights. I wonder why people always think that the bigger the man the stronger he is. Adam is tall, lean and his muscles are firm. I know for a fact he’s stronger than any of these gorillas. I’ve seen him take a few down once and he made it look so easy.
As we walk through the doors a girl comes to us. I’d guess her to be in her late teens. She keeps her head down, the way all the slaves do. That’s one of the hardest things to get out of their systems. It takes months before they’ll dare to look at you. I shove the thought away as we follow her to the table reserved for us.
I’ve been to many parties and I’ve seen many things, but the tables are new to me. They’re round with straps. I suppose the straps are to tie the slaves down.
Adam pulls the chair out for me and I’m careful sitting down with the damn short skirt. As Adam takes his seat next to me, I let my eyes wander through the room. Assorted whips, canes, paddles and floggers decorate the walls. The room is quite large. I can count eight tables. If all four seats are taken then that means there will be thirty two people in attendance.
More people start to arrive, all dressed in either leather or lace. Some of the outfits don’t cover much. People who attend these parties are all perverted monsters.
Soon we are joined by an elderly couple. The woman slants her eyes at me, giving me a smug look. Her bright red lips are in stark contrast with her white powdered face. She looks hideous in the lace negligee, and high heels. She’s also been in one tan bed too many. Her skin looks leathery and her boobs and ass have lost the battle against gravity. I feel a wave of nausea hit from just looking at her.
The man doesn’t look much better, dressed in leather pants that are way too tight. His chest is covered with gray hair and he’s sporting a belly that’s making my stomach churn even more. This is definitely a couple I’d like to stay away from.
I take in the people as they enter the room. They are all vile creatures and I struggle to swallow my contempt down.
When most of the seats are filled, Cameron comes in with his three guards following behind him.
“Evening friends,” he bows slightly and I have to concentrate to force a smile on my face. “I’m honored to have you all here. The slaves will join us soon. I have a large collection,” he boasts, “of the finest ass and pussy you’ll ever find. Thirty-five slaves will parade for you, so you can get a sample before the bidding starts. There will be a female to my left and a male to my right, they are not to be sampled. Bidding for them will open as soon as they join us later tonight, and as always, the highest bidder will get them for the evening.”
My tongue feels thick and I swallow hard. I might be good at this, but Lord, every party makes me age a hundred years.
Cameron claps his hands once and the doors open behind him. Girl after naked girl enters the room. They are all collared and every collar has a number engraved on it. I wish I could take them all … right now!
My heart starts to beat faster as the girls move through the room in a clockwise fashion.
I watch as Cameron’s three guards start to move from the one table to the next, taking the bids. It’s all being done silently. The one guard speaks into a microphone and I watch as Cameron nods. A girl is pulled from the group and shoved at a man’s feet. The man pets her and when he starts to fondle her breasts I feel Adam’s hand on mine. I let my eyes meet his, taking a moment to strengthen myself.
It’s just so damn hard!
The elderly couple whispers with each other, not paying any attention to the girls.
I take a deep breath and let my eyes wander through the room again. I watch as one girl after the other are led away.
These people have no morals. I’ve had to watch girls being violated so many times, and tonight’s no different.
One of the girls gets onto the table next to us. I watch as they strap her to the table, facing down.
One of the guards comes to our table. I think his name is Sven. “Evening,” he bows slightly, just like Cameron did. “Do any of the slaves interest you?” He looks right at me and Adam, not even posing the question to the elderly couple.
My lips twitch into a smirk. “No, not yet,” I answer.
The elderly woman turns to the guard, “Sven-dear, put down my usual stake for Jack.”
I frown as he nods. “Excuse me,” I grab Sven’s attention. “I thought bidding for the male slave will only start once he’s here.”
I hear the elderly woman make a disgusted sound through her nose. She can go fuck herself!
“Mistress Westbrook always places her stake for the male slave early in the evening. She’s been with us for years.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I’m sure she’s been with you for years, I can see that,” I let the insult sink in before I add, “I’ll double whatever she’s put down.”
I hear a gasp but don’t even bother to look at the old bitch.
Sven nods and turns back to Mrs. Westbrook. “Would you like to increase your stake, Mistress?”
“Of course!” she snubs haughtily. “I’ll stake one hundred and fifty thousand.”
I look over at her, the smile on my face widening. Just then Jack and another female slave come in. They make a stunning couple. I can see why Cameron has them as his top sellers.
Just like earlier Jack stuns me with his beauty. I’ve never seen a male slave like him before. The males are normally small of built, more boy than man. It makes it easier for the savages to control them. Jack is huge. He’s taller than Adam and that’s saying a lot. His muscles ripple as he walks. His strong jaw is covered with day old stubble and it honestly makes him look smoking hot. His dark brown hair is thick and I still remember his green eyes from earlier. He looks strong and that is something a master or mistress doesn’t want.
I can see why Mrs. Westbrook wants Jack. Her husband is a sniveling rat. Jack is younger, stronger – someone who should be able to stand his man – and there lays the challenge for her. It makes her feel powerful to control such a strong man.
I don’t want to come across as too eager, that will only increase the amount I have to pay for them in the end.
I ignore Sven and turn to Adam. I lean in close and whisper so only he can hear. “What do you think of the woman? The one who just came in.”
Adam’s eyes dart past me and I watch a flicker of emotion cross his face before it disappears behind the mask he always wears.
After a few minutes Adam frowns lightly, then he whispers, “She is stunning. I’ll go take a closer look.” I watch Adam walk over to where the woman is kneeling on the podium, her blonde hair a silky curtain around her.
“Come,” Mrs. Westbrook barks to her husband. They walk to the next table where they chat with the couples there.
I find Sven and indicate for him to come to me.
“Yes, Mistress,” he says when he reaches me.
“I’d like to place a stake of two hundred thousand for the male slave. Would you be so kind as to ask Mr. Hawkins if he could give me a minute of his time tomorrow?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Sven scurries off and I see Mr. Westbrook stop him. They exchange words and then Mr. Westbrook goes back to join his wife. They walk over to where Jack is kneeling.
My eyes find Jack and I feel the familiar stirring in my heart. Sadness. I feel an agonizing sadness for these people. No human should ever have to endure the horrors these people do.
The crack of a whip makes me jump. My eyes dart to the table next to us and I fight to conceal the horror flooding me, as each of the monsters around the table takes a turn to hit the poor girl. She stares blankly to the side, not even flinching as the whip tears at her back and ass.
I look down and pretend to adjust my skirt as a burning lump forms in my throat. I can’t lose my shit now! I have to keep it together!
My eyes fall on another poor girl that’s being forced to give an old man a blowjob. Her face is red as she gags every time the fucker shoves deeper down her throat.
At another table two girls are in the sixty-nine position, eating each other out. Some men around that table are jerking off, for all to see. I’m revolted to the point of feeling physically ill.
Cameron himself comes over to my table. I can smell the greed coming off of him in waves. I school my face quickly so there’s no sign of the distress I’m feeling for the human beings being violated around me.
“My slave seems to be in demand tonight. Mr. and Mrs. Westbrook have increased the stake to two hundred and fifty thousand.” He looks almost excited as he tells me this. “Would you like to increase your stake?”
“Four hundred thousand,” I snap. Money gives you power around here. Cameron wants my money and that makes me quite powerful, seeing as I’ve inherited my father’s fortune.
A wide smile spreads over his face.
“I’d like to add the male slave to my collection. Also,” I look over to where the blonde slave is still kneeling. Adam is standing to the side, not taking his eyes off her, “the blond that came in with him. I think they’d make a stunning couple for my collection.” I meet Cameron’s greedy eyes. “And my husband seems to have taken quite a liking to her.”
Cameron’s smile fades and he crosses his legs, getting comfortable. “They’re my most prized possessions.”
“I’m aware of that. I’d like to make them my most prized possessions.” I smile wistfully. “They’d be perfect, almost like a Barbie and Ken.”
Cameron laughs suddenly. “And they say men never grow up, only the toys get more expensive.”
“I love my dolls,” I shrug. “There’s just something so erotic about watching two people fuck.”
“Indeed,” he agrees, then his expression turns serious. “Give me a figure and I’ll think about it.”
“Three million for both.” I keep the amount low because I know this man is going to chase it up. I’ve dealt with his kind before.
“I make that in a year off them.”
I cross my legs, letting the skirt pull up. “Why don’t we cut the crap? You tell me how much you want and I’ll pay it.”
Cameron’s eyes glide over the tables. He doesn’t say anything for a good ten minutes. I let my eyes go to Jack and I keep looking at him so I don’t have to see the depravity happening around me.
“Five million,” Cameron suddenly says. I look back to him and when our eyes meet he smirks, “each.”
Ten million! That will be the most I’ve ever paid for slaves.
I look at Jack again and a longing to see that man free overwhelms me. “Three million each.”
I hear Cameron chuckle, but I don’t bother looking at him. “Four.” The single word sounds empty and cold and I know that’s it, he won’t go any lower.
“It’s a deal. I’ll transfer the funds to you tomorrow. When can I have them?”
“Eager, Mrs. Ryland?”
“Very much,” I make sure to smile seductively as I look at Jack.
“He is always booked for Friday afternoons and Saturday evenings. You may take him on Sunday.”
“Thank you.” Another two days in this hell hole and then I can take them and leave. I can do this! I search the room and find Adam where he’s standing with the girl. He gives me a slight nod, indicating that he got her for the night. I sigh with relief, knowing she will be safe for a few hours at least. Adam will look after her while I take care of Jack.
Just forty eight hours then we’re going home.
~*~
Cameron snaps his fingers at Sven. “Mistress Ryland won Jack. Let her have a key for room fourteen.” He then turns back to me. “You’ll find your room just down the hall, to the left. Enjoy your evening.” Then he gets up and laughs gaily. “Bring the slave to Mrs. Westbrook.” He laughs again and then he kisses the old hag’s hand. “My dear, seeing as you got so close to winning the slave for the night, I’ll allow you thirty minutes with him for half of what you staked.”
“You’re so generous,” Mrs. Westbrook says.
No! No.No.No! That was not part of the plan! I’m going to be sick if this woman so much as touches Jack.
Jack follows Sven to our table, and his movements remind me of a tiger stalking its prey.
“Your slave, Mistress,” Sven says and at once Jack kneels down.
“Thank you, Sven-dear,” Mrs. Westbrook purrs. She goes to stand in front of Jack and then pets him.
“I wish Cameron would sell this slave to me. There is so much I’d like to do with him.”
In your fucking wildest dreams bitch! I wish I could grab her by her hair, drag her over the table and shove a paddle up her wrinkled ass.
“Get on the table, Slave,” she commands.
A hauntingly beautiful song fills the air, making my heart feel heavier in my chest.
My eyes are fixed on Jack as he positions himself on the table. He’s a large man, and barely fits.
The old woman practically jumps him, unzipping his pants and then she yanks it down. I feel bile rise in my throat. Under the florescent lights I can see marks marring his chest, abdomen and his legs and inner thighs. My heart weeps for all this man had to endure in his life.
The old woman takes hold of his cock, and I have to clench my jaw so I don’t do something to jeopardize the whole situation. Even though he’s not hard, he is well endowed and absolutely beautiful.
I take solace in the fact that I’ve bought his freedom. Come Monday, Jack will be safely on the plantation.
“I got you a present, Slave,” Mrs. Westbrook purrs. She straps electrosex bands on him and then she strokes him again. I hate that she’s touching him, violating him like this! I suck in deep breaths to keep the rampant emotions warring inside of me under control.
“Tonight you will get hard for me!” she snaps and I can’t help the smile forming around my lips. So that’s what she wants from Jack, for him to get hard. There is fight in him after all! The thought fills me with relief. As long as a person has fight there is always hope.
I watch Jack tense as the first charge of electricity hits him. Sadly, he starts to harden and I can almost feel the frustration and disappointment ripple off of him in waves.
“See how hard you’re getting for me now,” Mrs. Westbrook says gleefully. “Look at your hard cock!” Jack looks down and I see a flash of emotion cross his handsome features.
I glance at my watch and notice that she only has a couple of minutes left. I practically count the time down, my eyes jumping between my watch and Jack’s face. As the last second finally slips away, I say, “I believe the thirty minutes are up. The slave is mine now.”
“This is ridiculous!” Mrs. Westbrook cries, shooting daggers at me with her eyes. “I’m sure you can wait another ten minutes!”
Oh hell no! The bitch is insane if she thinks I’m letting her have a second more with Jack. “No, I paid for every minute and I intend to enjoy every minute.”
I don’t think and reach out to Jack. Touching his shoulder, I say, “Get up and take that thing off, then follow me.”
Jack darts up, pulls the bands from his cock and then pulls his jeans back up. He slips from the table and Mrs. Westbrook goes to stand right in front of him, blocking his way. “I’ll see you next week, Slave.”
I take Jack’s hand and he looks at me for the first time tonight. Shock flashes over his face.
I look at the old hag and I let my eyes burn over her, not hiding any of the hatred I feel for her. “Not if I have any say. You enjoy your evening now.”
I lead Jack from the room to the designated room assigned to us. I can feel his eyes on me every now and then. He must be wondering what I have planned for him. I wish I could put him at ease but that would blow our cover.
Once we’re in the room I lock the door behind us. Hyper aware of the cameras in the room, I whisper, “Please go take a shower and wash that women’s touch from your body.”
He obeys immediately and it gives me a few minutes to prepare myself for the night.
I’m so tired of this shit. I’m bone weary from all the years of emotional torture of watching people being hurt. But no matter how tired I am, I will never stop. Knowing that I’m saving lives, gives me a certain amount of control. When Father was alive I had no control over what happened to the slaves in our house. I grew up around people being raped, beaten and killed – all for the love of money. Now the roles are reversed. I’m giving away all that money to save people.
~*~
Jack comes out of the bathroom with only a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes take in his bare chest where drops of water are running down his bronze skin.
I walk to him and take hold of his hand. I notice he has a leather band around each of his wrists, a sign that he’s a slave.
“You may look at me.” His eyes snap up to mine and I feel a wave of intensity hit. This man has so much fight in him, I can feel it just standing close to him. I don’t understand why he’s here.
I get ready to play my part. I need to do this for all our sakes. Cameron can’t get suspicious of us.
“I will not require sex.” I see shock flash across Jack’s face. “I’m not into that. I’m a visual person. You may satisfy yourself.”
I’ve watched so many men and women masturbating. I take consolation in the fact that at least they aren’t being raped.
I can see the questions on his face and I don’t know what makes me whisper, “I’m celibate, Jack.” I don’t share that part of me with anyone. The people in my life are on a need to know basis and I feel it’s something they don’t need to know. I don’t date and I don’t fuck. I don’t do relationships unless it’s a platonic friendship, and even those are limited to only Adam, Tristan and Miss Ella.
My entire life I was surrounded by sex. My Father made it a dirty commodity. I had sex twice. The first time was my own choice when I was fourteen, and I gave my virginity to one of the stable boys. It was an act of rebellion against my father. I knew how much he got for a virgin and I was scared that he would sell me too, the way he sold my mother. He only kept my mother around to raise me until I was thirteen, then he sold her. I don’t know to who, or where in the world she is. I don’t even know if she’s still alive! I keep hoping I’ll find her one day.
With my virginity gone it took care of the one fear, but not for long. Father found out and that’s when I had sex for the second time. He forced me to have sex with the stable boy, threatening that the boy would be killed if I didn’t. The boy was still climaxing inside me when Father put a gun to the back of his head and pulled the trigger. That was the day I realized just how evil Father was. That was also the day I promised to make up for all the evil he has done.
Jack frowns lightly, indicating that he’s not understanding me. I quickly explain, “I don’t have sex. I don’t like it.” The words are curt and I almost realize my mistake too late, but I quickly add, “I do however like to watch.” I have to be careful with the cameras on us.
Jack’s features soften a little as he finally grasps what I’m saying. And then I see it in his eyes, empathy. He understands because he feels the same way!
I lift my hand to his face and let my palm rest against his cheek. I don’t know why I’m touching him. I don’t make a habit of touching the people I save, but with Jack it’s different, I just can’t explain it.
I want to touch him. I want to offer him comfort. There is so much I want to tell him. I want to tell him that soon he will be free! I want to tell him that he’ll never be hurt again. But I keep all the words in and try to tell him with my eyes that everything will be okay from now on.
I drop my hand away from his warm skin and I move to take a seat at the table. I make sure my back is to the camera so they can’t see my face.
“Satisfy yourself,” I order.
Jack drops to his knees and as he removes the towel, I let my eyes flit to the window. It’s the only privacy I can offer him.
Minutes pass when I hear a distressed whisper, “Mistress.”
My eyes flit back to Jack. He’s still on his knees, his hand firmly wrapped around his hard cock. When my eyes meet his, I’m shocked at what I find. He is silently begging me to help him. I’ve seen that broken look before but this time it cuts at my heart.
I get up and walk over to him. Kneeling in front of him, I take a deep breath. I lean a little forward and whisper, “Do you want me to help you, Jack?” I will not touch him without his consent.
For a moment I watch the battle play off over his tense features and then he nods. “Please, Mistress.”
~*~
