Chapter 35
I carry the plate of cut chicken breast and vegetables down the stairs. When I reach the basement, I unlock the last room in the basement that Red hasn’t seen. Flicking on the lights, I enter the rec room.
It looks like a soft room at a cop station where they bring kids to relax while their parents are being questioned.
There’s an old box TV with a VCR player built in, and a black leather sectional sits in front of it. I move towards the couch and set her food down on the coffee table. Beside the TV is a shelf with tapes on it for her to watch.
I head over to the mini fridge by the bookcase to grab a bottle of water for her. The bookshelf has a few novels, board games, cards, colouring books and some other art supplies. When Red earns her freedom to explore the basement, I feel she’ll spend a lot of time here.
Unless she’s in our playroom servicing us.
Charlie is still in her room. Last I checked the camera, she was curled up in his arms having a nap. It’s been about 3 hours since Red killed that man.
After we hauled the body up the stairs, we dumped it in the walk-in freezer Bravo keeps in his garage. He’ll breakdown the body in the next few days and add it to his fucked up meal plan.
We don’t understand why he feels the need to be a fucking zombie, but we all have our weird hobbies. Me with my cross stitching and Charlie with his computers.
We are far from saints, but everyone has to have a way to unwind. I add the water to the coffee table and leave the door open as I go to her cell. Popping the door open, the sound startles her and she jolts awake.
“Dinner and gift time, Red, let’s go.” I spin on my heels and walk away with no explanation.
I’m sitting on the couch waiting for them. Bravo beats them to it and plops down beside me. “You made her bland chicken? Doesn’t even look like you seasoned it. Are you allergic to flavour or something?”
I grit my teeth and smack him upside the back of the head. “Shut up, you know I can’t cook, and she won’t eat it if she knows you made it. Told you not to add your stash in it.”
He’s about to say something when he cuts himself off. C and Red walk in, and we study her. She’s holding Charlie’s sleeve with one hand and is slightly behind him. Red looks like a scared child. I told her this was a treat, so she shouldn’t freak out.
She’s stunned and looks around at everything with a childlike wonder. “What is this?” Letting go of C, Red pushes past him to check out the room.
“Your rec room, once we allow you free rein of the basement, you’ll be able to come in here. Until then, this will be your reward for winning our games.” I explain .
I watch her as she checks out everything, looking at the books and art supplies, checking out what movies there are. Then, her eyes lock onto the food sitting on the table.
I wave for her to come kneel at my feet. I’m expecting her to protest, but she listens. Tucking her feet under her ass as she settles in front of me on the floor.
Red’s eyes move from the plate to me, and when I give her a nod, she digs into the food. I can still see the shadows of guilt in her expression. The meltdown she had earlier isn’t the end of it.
Charlie comes and flops beside Bravo, and we all sit in silence as she eats. When she’s done, she sits back on her ass and drinks the water. “You can ask one question if you’d like, and I’ll answer it, since you never got a chance the night after your isolation.”
Red seems to think for a moment before she speaks. “What are your names?”
She catches me off guard, I wasn’t expecting that. Maybe something about if we will ever let her go, or if she is gonna die.
I look at the others, and they give me a nod to answer. “I’m Alpha. He’s Bravo, and Charlie is the baby. That’s what we go by; don’t even think of asking our birth names. Those people don’t exist anymore.”
Red seems to mull over that for a moment and nods. She turns her body to face us but stays on her knees. “Like the military code?”
Bravo leans forward as he nods. “Yes, sweet cheeks. Exactly that. Now, what do you want to do? Tonight you get to pick.” B plants a kiss on her head as he runs his fingers through her red curly, still damp hair.
I’ve noticed the thick mop takes forever to dry. We should probably give her a hairbrush soon or she’ll have to shave it off to get rid of the knots. I’m fond of her hair, so the brush is the better option.
The next words out of her mouth are not what I expect at all, just like her question. “I want you to hurt me,” she whispers, hanging her head slightly like she’s ashamed. All three of our jaws drop, and we look at each other.
I can sense the panic rising in Red as she stammers to explain. “I-I-I hate myself and I’m n-n-numb, I just want to feel something and f-forget tonight. I’ve never liked pain before, and I don’t understand why I like it when you give it to me. I-I feel something, and it chases the numb away.”
She’s rambling, and Charlie rests his hand on top of her head as she finishes. I look at Bravo and Charlie to see they are just as surprised as I am.
I’m silent for a minute; we did say she could pick what we do tonight, and this is a reward. I nod and look at Charlie. “Okay. Charlie, go get her strapped down to the bench.”
He wastes no time jumping to his feet, C grabs Red by the upper arm and drags her out of the room. We sit there for a second, then Bravo laughs out loud. “That beats playing Go Fish any day of the week.” B hops up and skips out of the room.
Getting to my feet, I follow behind him and head into our dungeon. C did more than hook her to the bench.
Red is lying on her stomach with her wrists and ankles cuffed to the legs of the spanking bench. A ring gag is jammed between her lips, prying her mouth wide open, and a blindfold covers her eyes.
My dick is so hard just from seeing her I could break a brick. I groan and squeeze myself through my suit pants. “What a pretty little whore we have here, boys.”
Her breath catches when she hears my words. Red yelps when Bravo brings his hand down hard to slap her ass. The flesh jiggles from the impact.
I stroll over to the wall, taking my time to pick my weapon of choice. Usually we plan out our scenes, but this was the last thing I thought she’d ask for. It makes sense that when she was losing her mind in isolation, she hurt herself.
Grabbing the cat-o-nine, I run my hand over the tails of the whip. She hasn’t felt this one yet, but if it’s pain she wants, then that’s what I’ll give her. I crack it in the air, watching as she flinches from the sound.
I make my way over to her, and hold the handle above her back, trailing the whip over her. Starting at her shoulders, down her spine, over her ass, all the way to her toes. On my journey back up, I linger on her ass before I continue my track back to her shoulders.
“You know we don’t believe in safe words, Red. I hope you don’t regret asking for this.” I say as I walk around her body.
My eyes pick up every shiver and reaction to the light touches I’m giving her. Red tries to say something, but it’s unintelligible because of the gag holding her mouth open.
“You want to hurt, to feel something? Then I’ll make sure you do, you’ll feel and carry this day with you for the rest of your life, bitch. I’m not stopping until I leave permanent marks on your back.” I spit, my words like venom.
In the corner of my eye, I see Charlie stroking himself over his jeans. Bravo already has his dick out and is slowly jacking it. My lips turn up in a grin, and I look back down at her perfect, untouched back. I pull my arm back and prepare for the first lash.
“This is gonna hurt, whore, but you’ll enjoy every moment.” Then I snap my wrist and bring the whip down on her back.
A scream leaves her as she arches trying to get away, the tails leaving red welts with only one stroke.
Not giving her a second to brace, I strike her again. A broken sob slips out of her, and I can see tears pouring from under the blindfold. Red shakes as she pulls on the cuffs. Her reaction is only from two lashes, and I can’t wait to see her once I’m done.
I get into a groove, raising and bringing the cat down on her over and over. I cover her shoulders, back, ass and thighs, the skin turning as red as her hair. Some lashes split open, and blood pools down the side of her ribs.
Bravo moves in front of her and jams his cock through the gag. His hips piston ruthlessly, fucking her throat hard. Red gags, chokes and coughs as drool pools out of her mouth, coating the bench beneath her. Charlie’s dick is out and shuffles over until he’s jacking over her ass.
I keep my aim on her back so I don’t lash C’s dick, but I don’t stop. In between thrusts from Bravo, Red screams out. She can’t control it, and I know the pain must be agonizing.
Charlie reaches a hand out and runs his fingers through her snatch. When he pulls them back, they glisten in the light with her juices.
“Dirty whore, you’re soaked. Is this from me ripping your back apart? Does it turn you on that much? I did this to you. I turned you into a little pain slut. ME!”
The fact that she’s enjoying this makes me whip her harder. I focus on her back as blood drips, skin spreads, and welts rise. In the next moment, I zone out, getting lost in my artwork.
I don’t know how long I blacked out for, but Charlie grabbing my wrist mid swing brings me back to the present. “Fucking stop! She passed out.” He screams at me. I blink away the haze and stare at him before examining her back.
Every inch is red and covered in blood. Giant gashes, wounds, and welts litter her skin. Some deeper than others, her ass is welted, the skin raised and covered in Charlie’s cum. It’s her back that looks like a fucking war zone.
I lost control again.
Dropping the whip, I pull out my phone and text Uncle as I bark orders at my siblings. “Untie her, face down on the bed. Charlie, go grab some water to clean it up, no soap.”
I look down at my phone to see a thumbs up in response to my request. “Uncle’s on his way.”
Fuck!
She’s only been here for 2 months, and I’ve lost control twice already. That’s never happened before in my life.
I’ve whipped plenty of women before, random strangers that I’ve met at sex clubs or online. Meaningless women! She means nothing to me. I shouldn’t have this type of reaction to her; it should be like all the others.
I’ll have to pull myself together, because after seeing how good she looks with her back flayed open and covered in blood, I know I won’t be able to resist doing it again.
She’s stuck with us for life. The only way away from us is if we put a bullet in her skull. If she tries to escape, I’ll lock her back in her cell for a month alone until she’s a broken husk.
Once Uncle patches her up and my brothers go to bed, I’ll come back and plant a tracker in her fucking ass cheek so I’ll always know where she is.
I don’t understand what I’m feeling. It’s not any of that cutesy shit like love or feelings that you see in the movies. No, this is different. It’s purely selfish of me.
Obsession
Ownership.
She’s our property.
Our fuck toy.
Our cock warmer.
Only the three of us are allowed to cause her pain.
Only the three of us are allowed to bring her pleasure.
To feel her tight hole squeeze around our cocks.
When she first got here, she hated it. Red cowered away and would have never asked us to hurt her. Now she begs for it.
She grounds herself in the sharp bite. Pain has become her friend. She uses it just like she used the counting to keep herself sane.
When her emotions from killing got too much, she wanted to turn to pain. The way she’s transformed because of what I- we -caused her is fucking beautiful.
We’ve put too much work into her, and I’ll be damned if I let her get away from us. Red is ours to hurt, and no one but us will cause her the pain that she will endure for the rest of time.
This is only the beginning, and I hope she’s ready.