Rescuing Melissa (ALPHA TEAM: Guardian Hostage Rescue Specialists)

24. Knives

TWENTY-FOUR

Knives

PIERCE

Okay, so the knives may have been a bad idea. At the moment, the fire in my belly had been a thing of legend. I roared with each slash, Gretel’s screams pushing me to cut again and again. Thick and luscious blood poured out of her ivory skin, a liquid feast for my enjoyment. Complementing the piercing wails, my princesses’ cries crescendoed with each slice. I had punished them, and their fear fueled the adrenaline racing in my veins.

It was like standing at the edge of a cliff. My lungs burned, and I teetered on the precipice of going too far. Blood cooled as it dripped down the handle of the knife to coat my wrist. It dried there, turning sticky, while I reveled in the whole experience.

The metallic tang of blood filled the air. I inhaled it. Tasted it. I couldn’t resist taking one lick of the blood on my hand, and then I had another. The dripping crimson fascinated me. I rubbed the glistening slickness between my fingers, drawing designs on my flesh, watching cracks form as the blood dried.

I felt powerful.

Strong.

Like, I could do anything.

All my princesses bowed before me, their resistance melting away before my supremacy. Power beat in my chest, burning along my nerves as it rushed along my limbs.

Hemust have felt like this whenHetook his princesses.

And at the end, my essence exploded over her breasts, the ropey white strands mingling with the crimson decorating her flesh.

I had chosen Gretel because I liked her the least. Her straw-colored hair and dull brown eyes completed an uninspired face full of freckles. She was the youngest, not yet eighteen. Her breasts were amazing, the feature which had drawn me to her.

She barely moved, crumpled as she was against the back wall. The chains still bound her, and fine tremors shook her fragile form. Her task had been to teach a lesson to Henrietta, our Fairy Godmother, and she’d served admirably.

Henrietta’s training progressed with difficulty. She fought every step of the way. I’d spent a day slapping her around, using the belt and the cane. We were in the early phases and, while I expected resistance, biting my cock had earned this punishment. She would learn her job was to protect my princesses, not subject them to further harm.

She probably thought her punishment would be wrought out on her flesh. How wrong she had been. It was time to see if she had learned.

I had her bound on the bed. The ropes were long enough for her to move about but too short for her to stand. I wanted her to straddle me like she had our very first time.

After the intensity of my release with Gretel, I had collapsed over my poor princess. Only then did I notice her unresponsiveness. I pressed my fingers to her neck and sighed with relief. The flutter of her heart still beat. Anger thrummed in my veins. This was our Fairy Godmother’s fault. She had caused me to go too far.

I stalked toward the bed, moving between the cages as my eyes cut left and right, taking in my cowering princesses. My feet pounded over the wooden floor, creaking as I went.I’d almost killed poor Gretel. PerhapsHeand I were more alike than I thought.

I turned my thoughts fromHimand even from Gretel, who I’d left chained to the wall. I’d graced Gretel with my seed, and the act had left me drained.

Time to replace Henrietta’s gag, but first, we had much to discuss.

I slapped her face, then gripped her chin and forced her to look at me. “This happens when you misbehave. A Fairy Godmother sets the example. Your job is to protect them.”

“You twisted little man.” Her breasts heaved as she spat the words in my face.

She’d already said something along those lines too many times. Honestly, she wasn’t very original.

I turned on the video camera and started the playback of our first time together. The clip played on a small television I’d brought down just for her.

“Do you remember this, my dear Henrietta? Do you remember fucking me with such abandon?”

I queued the video to the part where she had been riding my cock in my bedroom. Her breasts bounced. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy. Moans of pleasure spilled from her mouth as she rode me. My fingers clutched her thighs, and my hips jerked with my release. Our first time had been glorious.

Tears leaked from her eyes, and a flush of shame colored her cheeks. I rewound and placed the video on repeat. “You’re going to do that again.”

It had felt so damn good.

Her sad eyes regarded me, cutting over my shoulder to look at what I’d done to Gretel. “Please, no.”

I ran my thumb over her bottom lip. “You will, but first, I’ll try out your pretty mouth again.” If she bit me again, I would move on to the next princess.

I didn’t want to repeat the last ten minutes. My arm burned from the exertion, and the blood was flaking off my skin. I itched and needed a shower.

Her head shook. “Please, just let us go. We won’t say anything.”

“Tsk, tsk. You know that won’t happen. You will serve and show the same enthusiasm as our first time, and you’ll never use your teeth to bite again. Do you understand?”

Fear shone in her eyes, and she cast her gaze around the room, taking in the rows of cages. I had six princesses. One Fairy Godmother and one cage left to house my Queen.

As much as I disliked her, Gretel made me proud. She tried not to cry. Tears were forbidden down here. But when I had carved the X between her breasts, she couldn’t help herself. I didn’t blame Gretel and wouldn’t punish her for her weakness. That fault belonged to the proud woman tied to my bed.

“So, let’s talk about what’s about to happen.” The more I spoke to Henrietta, the more my dick grew hard. “I want you to ride me. I want to hear you cry out as you come. You’ll enjoy it, and if I come first, we’ll move on to Cinderella and then the next.”

Her lids drew back, the smell of her fear rising between us.

“Do you understand?”

She broke, her chin tucking to her chest.

“Okay,” I said, sheathing my erection in latex. “Let’s begin.”

She panted with her exertions, but I came before her climax crested. I placed my bloodied hands on her hips and glanced with a smile. “My dear, Henrietta, did you not understand? You were supposed to come first.”

I lifted her off me, removed the condom, and rolled from the bed. I would need time before I could use her again.

Gretel drew my attention, so silent against the back wall. I went to her and cleaned her the best I could. Many of her cuts still oozed, and some went deeper than I’d intended. It looked like she might need stitches.

I returned to Henrietta. “Would you like to say anything to Cinderella before I begin?” It was dangerous having three of them out. I could handle two, but never had I controlled three at once. A glance at Gretel soothed my fears. She was in no condition to cause a problem.

Henrietta’s face turned ghostly white. Her mouth gaped as her breath hitched in her throat. “No, please! Please don’t. I’ll do better.” Her choked sobs made it difficult to understand her words. “Please, m-m-my Prince, please, let me try again.”

“I want to watch you come.”

She knelt on the bed. Her legs quivered, her head sagged, and her arms stretched overhead. I reached out and rubbed at the muscles of her shoulders, knowing how fatigued they must be. Her joints must be on fire. She moaned as my fingers kneaded her flesh. I hugged her, giving the comfort she desperately needed.

Brushing back the mess of her hair, I kissed her temple.

She tensed but didn’t pull away, and she didn’t nip at me. We were making progress.

I picked up the knife. “Same as before.”

Henrietta screamed as I carved an X in the flesh between Cinderella’s breasts.

Unlike Gretel, Cinderella never cried out, but I had trained her to endure. I put Cinderella back in her cage and checked on Gretel before returning to Henrietta.

“You know what I want.” My hand went down to stroke myself. Her eyes followed my movement.

She bit her lower lip, so sexy and plump. “Please, don’t hurt them anymore.”

I was spent, and it took time to get me hard. Henrietta did much better this time, grinding her hips. I would have preferred if she hadn’t scrunched her eyes closed, but she worked hard to please me. She came long before the first tingle started in my balls. I would reward her effort.

Rewards were important.

The responsibility I had toward my princesses filled my world. I had a duty to them. To care for them. To provide for them. To see to their happiness.

I took Gretel to the shower in the corner of the room and rinsed the blood from her body. I examined each cut, pulling apart the wounds. As I’d suspected, a few sliced into muscle. I would need to close those, which had me thinking of that nurse from the hospital.

Gretel turned flat eyes to me when I finished toweling her dry. “Thank you, my Prince.”

My least favorite princess was my most compliant, rivaling even Belle’s steadfast devotion. I kissed her on the nose. “You have pleased me very much.” Gently, I carried her to her cage.

Her eyes dropped to the floor as I locked her in.

She deserved the best care.

Not much later, I was outside the hospital, wondering if that male nurse was still on duty. I’d never taken a man before, but it shouldn’t be a problem. I kept chloroform in my van, along with an assortment of other drugs. I’d been a Boy Scout; being prepared was ingrained in everything I did. Rope and duct tape were stowed in the panels, more than enough to subdue him. If that didn’t work, there was always my gun.

I wasn’t sure how to get him down to my dungeon, or what to do after finishing with his services. I mean, Iknew, but I wasn’t sure the best way to go about killing him.

It was hard not to make a mistake when doing that. So much went into planning it.

Here is where my mentor and I disagreed. I liked my princesses. I loved training them and seeing them well-behaved, sharing meals with them, having our little talks, and disciplining them when needed. Fucking was fun, too. That and watching with pride as they struggled to please me. I found killing difficult, whereas it came easy to him.

Belle had been with me for well over three years. Gretel had been around almost two. I couldn’t get enough of my princesses and planned to have them for years to come.

On the other hand, my mentor had been wasteful, keeping his for a week or two at most.Hehadn’t been able to control his urges.Hiswork may have been elegant, pristine even, but wasteful in the killing.

While I had learned much, his weakness had been what finally led to his capture. On the other hand, I had practiced my techniques, learning exactly how far I could push my princesses and how well they healed. It was an intricate dance when we knew our roles and our expectations. There was no uncertainty in my dungeon.

No death.

I vowed not to repeatHismistake and to control myself.

Death was messy but sometimes necessary.

I made a list. Drug store for bandages and antiseptics. The hospital to get the nurse. And I had yet to collect what had been promised. My Queen was still missing.

The universe continued to conspire against me, keeping me from what was rightfully mine. Taken into protective custody, I assumed. Where? They were vague on that and on what happened at her house, but I saw the tulips through the open door.

My mentor was not dead, and he was out there.

He’dbetter not think to take back my Queen. She was mine, and I didn’t share what was mine.