Chapter Ten #3
I picked my jaw off the floor and glared through the hazy, humid air.
Gleaming, pearlescent tiles lined the floor, walls, and high domed ceiling.
Open showers ringed the large round space, and huge black showerheads twice the size of normal ones poured punishing, piercing rainfalls over three naked bodies.
I froze.
Two girls and another guy. The flash of their slave collars and cuffs twinkled with water as all three of them rubbed their bodies with tropical-scented bubbles, not caring in the slightest that another showered beside them.
One of the girls bent her knees a little and washed between her legs with fastidious attention, all while the guy soaped his cock, pulling his length a few times before tipping his head back and letting water rinse him clean.
With a quick inhale, I averted my eyes.
Is he...was he jerking off?
Peter chuckled beside me, correctly reading my red cheeks.
“If you’re wondering if he’s beating one out, allow me to share the first of many rules with you: you are permitted to orgasm only if a Master is generous enough to give you that gift.
But you are forbidden from coming by your own hand or by the touch of a fellow jewel.
If you get caught—and you will get caught because there are a thousand cameras in this place—you will suffer things that will make you wish you were dead. ”
Snow cloaked me; I broke into full-out trembles. “Wh-What do they do?”
“Let’s just say there are twenty-nine of us—sorry, thirty now with you—but that number changes constantly.
” His eyes clouded with things I didn’t want to see or know.
“Some stay for a while. Me? I’ve been here five years.
But some...they only last a few months. The ones who disobey, try to run, masturbate, or do other rebellious things vanish... never to be seen again.”
I couldn’t breathe. Panic swirled inside me, making the humidity in the bathing chamber crawl down my throat and gag me.
I-I need fresh air. I need to get out of here. I need to run—
A small, trapped moan escaped me. I fought rapidly cresting fear.
“Hey,” Peter murmured. “It’s okay. If you obey the rules, you’ll survive. I’ve got you. I’ll guide you. Just...do everything I say, and you’ll get through this.”
I shook my head.
Get through this?
I didn’t want to get through this.
I want to go home.
I want my brother.
I want all of this to be a terrible mistake.
I stiffened as my eyes fell on the showering man again. I hadn’t meant to look. It just...happened. He scrubbed his face, his cock streaming with water as it sluiced down his carved belly.
Immediately, societal programming had me ripping my gaze away.
“Second rule.” Peter’s fingers pushed against my chin, raising my head unwillingly. “Everything you thought you knew about sex and privacy are gone. Look at them. Don’t be shy. Drink in their pieces, stare at their private parts, imagine them being fucked and moaning.”
“Stop it.” I swatted at his hand, but he gripped my chin and moved behind me, holding my face up.
“Look,” he hissed in my ear. “Study them because they will study you. There is no part of you that is not public property. That’s the hardest thing to accept, but once you do...
everything else gets easier. Get used to the human form, Ily—in all its shades.
There is no such thing as race here, no such thing as hierarchy or who has more wealth or power.
We are all the same. Pets to be played with, toys to be broken, and if you can’t stomach looking at three jewels—mostly intact with only a few bruises—then you’ll faint when you see what the Masters do to us, and fainting is not a good thing. ”
Letting me go, he kissed my cheek from behind.
“But don’t worry. We all serve together.
We all heal together. We’ve all fucked each other when we’ve been commanded to put on a porno and have no secrets that we can’t whisper.
There’s no such thing as love or relationships in here...
just pleasure where we can steal it and the comfort of sharing this nightmare with others. ”
Horror crawled up my throat, forming a choking ball of tears. “How can you accept any of this? How do you wake each morning, all while knowing what they will do to you?”
“It’s that or die.” He shrugged and moved to my side. “We all want to survive. You’ll soon learn you can endure far worse than you imagined in order to do that.” Smiling softly, his dark eyes gentled with understanding. “You’re stronger than you think.”
When I didn’t reply, he pointed at the three people as showers were turned off and the guy tossed the girls a towel each.
“The curvy redhead with tits that look like downy pillows is Nancy,” Peter said. “The rakey blonde with no tits is Rebecca. And the Adonis with a cock that puts even mine to shame is Kirk.”
My cheeks blazed as Kirk heard his name, and his eyes snapped to us. With a flourish, he ruffled his wet dark blond hair with the towel, marching toward us with his cock swinging and skin gloriously dripping.
He looked like a Viking.
Like some plunderer of virgins yet was somehow captured by monsters.
“And what do you have here, Pete? A new gem for them or for me?” He winked and looked me up and down, studying my flouncy skirt and strappy top.
“Snatched you from a nightclub, huh? Hardly new.” He cocked his thumb over his shoulder.
“Nancy was the same. Had her drink spiked and woke up in the trunk of a car. Then again, Rebecca had the unfortunate experience of going for a job interview, only to find herself raped over a desk before being proven to be a worthy employee and sent here.” He spoke of such horrendous things, yet his tone was as calm as if he spoke about the weather.
Are they all so desensitised to suffering?
“I—” I had no idea what to say. I closed my mouth and shrugged sadly.
“It’s all good.” He smiled. “You’ll get used to everything soon enough.
For now, I’m sure Pete’s been telling you the rules.
” Wrapping the towel around his waist, thankfully giving me a reprieve from the iron between his sculpted thighs, he listed, “One, no coming unless with a Master. Two, your body no longer belongs to you. Three, if they summon you, you go as fast as you can. Four, don’t make eye contact with the Masters unless they give permission.
Five, don’t speak to the Masters unless they give permission.
Six, don’t let yourself feel anything. No affection.
No hate. No despair. You do, they feed off it. Seven—”
“She gets the gist, Kirk.” Peter interrupted.
Taking my left hand in his, our cuffs clanked together as he pulled me toward the centre of the room and the swimming pool-sized spa, pulsing with heatwaves and wispy tendrils of steam.
“She needs to get clean. I have to present her at breakfast.” His voice lowered, and he stopped.
“I suggest you wrangle the rest and tell them to get up there. I heard from the kitchen staff that Master O is here, and you know what that means.”
Kirk’s naturally tanned skin whitened just a little. The fine lines around his eyes—hinting he was in his late-twenties—deepened. “If that cocksucker is here, gimme.” Holding out his hand, he flashed me a suspicious look.
“It’s okay. She knows already.” Peter pulled out the small bottle that the doctor had given him.
Glancing at different corners in the ceiling, he moved closer to me and used me as a shield as he cracked open the bottle and passed a single capsule to Kirk.
“I’ll hide them in the usual spot. Tell the others to help themselves. ”
“Did Dr Mel manage to smuggle in any ketamine?”
“Not this time.”
“Damn.” Kirk sighed heavily, a flash of misery darkening his face.
Wrapping his arms around Kirk, Peter murmured, “I know he hurts you so fucking bad, man, but...we’ll be here. We’ll patch you up. I promise.”
“I have one tablet of fentanyl left.” The girl with big boobs, Nancy, drifted toward us. “I was saving it for when it was needed, and...if you need it, it’s yours.” Her blue gaze landed on mine as she wrung out her bright red hair. “Hi.”
I bowed my chin, but before I could reply, Kirk said, “I can’t take that. Master L is due back next week. You’ll be in pieces again.”
Nancy winced but forced a smile. “I’ll make do. We all make do.”
“Come on, Nance.” The girl with small boobs, Rebecca, sidled up next to her. “We have to go. We’re late as it is. You know Master G requested us both before the sun is fully woken.”
“See ya, new girl,” Nancy said softly. “Don’t break. Just bend.”
“See you up there.” Rebecca smiled sadly at me. “Don’t be hurt if none of the other jewels speak to you at breakfast...when we’re serving, we ignore each other. It’s safer if they don’t know who we’re close to.” She waved. “Bye.”
Together, the girls padded in their towels to the exit and left me alone with two men.
Instantly, Kirk’s cavalier attitude deflated, almost as if he wielded it for Rebecca and Nancy’s sake, but now they were gone...
his shoulders drooped, and he sighed heavily.
“Not sure how much more my body can take, Pete.”
Peter nodded. “I know. We just have to hold on for as long as we can. Maybe one day someone will save us.”
“You still daydreaming that a saviour is gonna sneak inside this cesspit and free us?” Kirk rolled his eyes. “Fuck’s sake, you need to stop taking the shrooms, man.”