The Circle: Abduction

Rape Sex stories: The Circle: Abduction. Author: LaceyChains. The story is including: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Death, Drug, Murder, Rape, Slavery, Snuff, Written by women genres.

Sex stories: The Circle: Abduction

Author: LaceyChains

This is a dark fantasy of rape and abduction into slavery. It includes a reference to incest. This story includes sexual murder heavy bondage and torture. Please do not read it if such themes disturb you. They disturb me, but I hope by relating them I can free myself from the demon. This is entirely fiction from a woman’s deepest nightmare.

February 12th, 1993. It was a Saturday and I had just turned eighteen. It was a day that began with me believing I was blessed to live in a world that welcomed me with open arms. By its end, I found that the world I lived in is nothing more than a carefully crafted illusion.

Oh, it’s real enough I suppose, for those of you allowed to remain in front of the veil. Your world goes on, sorting out its petty squabbles in politics and the random chaos that afflicts those unlucky enough to be captured by it. The people are told that those who rule will care and protect them. The dark truth is that this is nothing but a convenient lie. How do I know? Because on that day, I was taken behind the curtain and the true nature of the world was revealed to me.

That was the day I met Marco. He was a few years older than I, maybe twenty-five, or so I thought at the time. He was incredibly handsome, with deep, dark eyes that just pierced into mine. He was a darker skinned man, with equally dark hair cut close to his scalp. His strong features didn’t seem to fit the stereo types of any race I knew. All I could think of was how utterly attractive he was in his perfectly tailored, designer suit. It certainly made the most of his 6’2” frame. Oh yes, he was a beautiful man. Within minutes of our first meeting on the sidewalks of Rodeo Drive, I was completely enchanted by him.

“Why, what is this I see?” He said musically with the most enchanting of smiles. “Here, in a city full of pretty girls, have I found she that is most beautiful of all? How can this be, that I am so lucky today!”

Rape Sex stories: The Circle: Abduction. Author: LaceyChains

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He spoke with an accent that was as wonderfully lyrical as it was unique and his booming baritone easily rose above the rancorous chaos of the city street. His joy-filled gaze pierced into me and held me fast. I was disarmed by this and ensnared by a smile that seemed brighter than the sun glinting off polished glass.

“What name do you posses, my delicate dove? Something noble I would think, like Isis or Bathsheba of the ancient worlds of legend? Whatever it may be, it cannot hope to match the clear and pristine beauty of your eyes!” He bowed with a dancers flare and a boyish laugh boomed unashamedly from his chest.

I laughed too, and my cheeks warmed from the overwhelming joy of being so richly greeted by this wonderful man. “Jessica, Jessica Perez,” I finally managed.

The man smiled again and then bowed with even greater panache’. “Jessica, is it?! Truly, that is a beautiful name! And I am Marco! No other name do I possess! No other name do I need! I am but Marco, alone!”

We laughed and smiled as people walked by. The world was shut off and my thoughts turned solely to this man I had just met. He was gorgeous and magnetic and I couldn’t have walked away any easier than I could have flown.

“So, tell me, young Jessica. Why do you come to the City of Dreams on this day? What can Marco do to grant you the bobbles and bells that you would use to enhance your already considerable charms!”

I loved his joy and was virtually hypnotized by the pentameter of his speech. My cheeks burned red and my hands covered my mouth as if I feared my breath would escape. “Well, I was looking for a new dress,” I finally managed, and his face lit with joy, as if it were the most fortunate of fates.

“A new dress! Then come with me, girl! I will show you to my boutique! I have the most beautiful line of designer fashions to share with you! Don’t worry about the cost! For a nymph of your beauty, I would be honored to see you wearing them!” He was incredibly friendly and amazingly enthusiastic, and I was swept down the street without a thought of resisting his spell.

We entered behind an unmarked door to a shop he said was so exclusive, he needed no sign. His boutique was small, but within those walls were some of the most elegant dresses I had ever seen. One after another, they adorned the featureless and synthetic bodies of manikins frozen in poses of near-erotic beauty. In silks and satins and in a myriad of colors, they filled my heart with visions of Royal or Hollywood splendor. I was breathless with excitement and dizzy with the dreams of a young girl lost in the center of sophisticated beauty. I was Snow White and Cinderella, but there would no Handsome Prince or Fairy Godmother to come and bestow a happy ending upon my story.

At the time, my only concern was that these beautiful and delicate gowns must have been well beyond the reach of my fathers credit card. The thought that I might be denied having one of these gossamer gowns made my heart feel heavy, but then Marco appeared at my side again.

“Come, girl,” he said in his friendly and wonderfully accented baritone. “I have something special to show you. Do not despair, I assure you that what I offer can never be bought with something as base as money!”

I could only giggle and blush at the way his voice caressed my nerves. With his hand on my back, he led me into a smaller room behind the floor of the boutique. I followed without worry, willing to believe in the magic of a young girl’s dreams. Instead, I fell into a woman’s nightmare.

The room itself was dimly lit with nothing more than an empty bed and dusty shelves adorning unpainted walls. It was a strange dichotomy to the luxurious decor of the outer store and I was perplexed as to why the great treasures he promised would be found in such a mundane and ordinary local. I turned to question him but when I did, his strong hand came quickly to my throat.

Fear rose like a wave in my body! My hands pulled hopelessly at his but to no avail. I tried to scream, to call out for help, but his fingers closed tightly around my throat and my cries were squeezed off before they could be granted voice. My knees trembled and failed and I would have collapsed completely but for his hot and iron grip on my neck. Realizing I was in mortal danger, my heart raced horribly as my body was forced against the cold grey of the uncolored walls.

“You may scream and fight, my little dove.” he said in buttery soft tones. “You are untamed, so it is to be expected that you will resist. In time, you will learn the futility of your efforts.” Even then his tone was friendly and understanding, as if he were granting me the right to my fear.

My face was burning hot and spittle dripped from my lips as my need to breathe became desperate. I felt my blood rushing in my ears and I my vision began to fade. Marco stared into my eyes, watching with an icy detachment that was completely at odds with the man whom had greeted me on the street. When my chest began to heave, he stepped back and pushed me head first onto the bed.

My body hacked and wheezed as I struggled to wretch and draw breath at the same time. My thoughts spun wildly as I desperately tried to sort through my confusion. I rose for a moment, trying to gain my feet. I wanted to run or fight or call for help, but as I turned, his hand swung around and struck my cheek hard enough to send me reeling backward again.

Bright lights exploded in my head and pain rocketed through my body as my strength washed away. I was reduced to crying hysterically and I rolled into a ball, shivering in fear at what this man might do next.

“N-noo-! I screamed as he reached out for me and I kicked and swatted at his hand, trying to drive him away.

“Girl, You are a fighter. You have spirit and that is good, but spirit like that will only be seen as a challenge to the Masters. You will need to learn when to fight, and when to submit.” His hand locked tightly on the back of my neck, and he pushed my face down into the sheets.

I struggled with what little strength I had left, wondering what he had meant. When I felt his hand sliding up my thigh and under my dress, I knew I was going to be raped. “Oh God, please no. Don’t do this to me,” I screamed, begging for mercy that was never going to be granted. I writhed under him, trying desperately to avoid his touch. His fingers slid up my thigh until I felt him touching me in my most intimate of places.

I cried in protest and begged again for mercy, but my pleas fell on an uncaring soul. My writhing and struggles only assisted him in his deed as my dress began riding up my thighs. I felt a harsh tug at my hip and then he was dragging my panties down my thighs, leaving me bare and unprotected from his coming assault.

By then, my hope was lost and I was reduced to tearful whimpering. My body felt so very weak yet my muscles ached to find purchase and fight back. He grabbed my hair and squeezed a handful so tightly in his fist I thought he might pull it out, and he shook my head hard enough to make me wince. “”Ahhh!, no please,” I begged with all my heart. Please don’t do this!” Tears and anguish pulsed through my voice as the words formed without conscience thought. “Please don’t hurt me. I don’t want to die. I’ll do what you want, just please, please don’t kill me!”

Marco released my hair and my head dropped heavily on the pillow. “I won’t kill you, girl. If you submit, your Moment is not mine to give.” His words were as ominous in tone as they were in meaning and my body racked heavily in silent sobs.

I felt him move over me and the rustle of his clothes became loud in my ears. I dared not open my eyes, fearing that in his place I might see some ghastly monster. It sounds so foolish to think, yet had I looked, I would have seen his hard and throbbing cock as he stroked it in preparation for my first of countless rapes.

His body felt hot and heavy as he slid over me. I felt his penis bump over the rise of my bottom and then slide between my cheeks as he moved into position to take me. Briefly, I shifted my hips and tried to throw him off, but he took me by the hair and he yanked my head back hard, holding me tightly until I felt his thick head begin to force itself into my body.

I could do nothing but cry wet tears. My mouth hung open in traumatized defeat and the taste of my own tears filled my mouth. Then I felt his body rise and hunch over me as he gathered his strength. I clenched tightly, trying to resist, to keep him from driving deep, but it was a useless effort. Holding me down, he slammed his hips foreword and his invading organ plunged several, brutal inches into my sheath.

“Ungh!! fuuck! I cried as I felt his true shape tear me open. He felt huge inside me and my eyes rolled back in my head as he hit bottom.

I was dry when he thrust, but a woman’s body only knows that she is penetrated. Now, my own juices began to flow and his massive cock became coated in my natural lubricants. I could no longer hope to resist the inevitable. He pulled back and began fucking me hard. My body rocked with each driving push and uncontrolled, garbled moans escaped my trembling lips.

He thrust were slow and deep, at first. His grip on my hair lessened as my body began to accept its fate. Soon, he was laying over me, driving into my cunt with me fully accepting his invasion. My thighs grew tight and despite myself, I felt my body rising to meet him.

“That’s it, girl. Let your instincts run free. You will learn that there is no shame in being taken, and no reason to fear being used.” His voice was deeper now, husky and excited. I could feel the heat of his body on my skin and the moisture of sweat dripping on my back.

I didn’t believe his words then, but I did feel the undeniable pleasure of being fucked deeply by a man who knew his craft. His movements and the angle of his attack began to merge and an insidious tingle ran through me. It felt warm and deep and a delicious pressure built in my belly. All the while his heavy cock plunged in and out of me, winding me up like a top. I was being stressed and drawn and I had no place in my mind to find escape. I was going to cum! I hated myself for it, but I knew I would not be able to stop. My thighs trembled and my body flushed and then a tide of pleasure rose and broke over me. I screamed in agonized pleasure and my pussy convulsed and gripped its conqueror so tightly I heard him gasp.

His body stiffened and he held my hips so tightly I winced, and then I felt the hot gush of his cum as it spilled into me. He drove his cock deep, pumping into me with short strokes until his hot seed dripped from my exhausted body. I shuddered and cried, yet a glow of something else pulsed through me. When he rose and walked away, I fell into a dream like quiescence. I dozed for a moment, and when I awoke, I heard a woman’s voice.

“Did she please you, Marco?” she asked.

“Yes,” he responded. “She has the gift. She will be valued by the Masters. We need to train her quickly. If they find her like this, her Moment will come far too soon.”

I murmured to them, trying to ask what they meant, but the woman knelt next to me and stroked my hair. My eyes opened and I saw that she was of the same blend of mixed races that Marco was. Her chocolate skin and almond eyes seemed Asian, but were mixed with the strong cheek bones and and soft lips of European decent. Her thick brown hair hung loosely over her bare shoulders and only a short dress covered her voluptuous body. “Shush, girl.” she said as she pushed the air from a syringe. Then she pricked my arm and emptied its contents into my bloodstream. “There. Now you will sleep. You have a long trip ahead of you.”

For a moment, pure terror coursed through me, and then there was nothing but darkness.

I never found out how long I slept. Maybe it was several days. Maybe it was much longer. When I awoke, I was wearing a plain, short shift and laying under the covers in a small bed. I felt something hard on my neck and reaching up, I discovered a metal collar with a small chain. I pulled on it and found it connected to a iron ring mounted onto the rust colored metal wall behind my bed.

Memories of my rape exploded in my mind and I began to panic. “Hello?” I cried, my voice trembling in fear. “Is- is there anyone there?”

Receiving no answer, my fearful gaze flitted about the room but other than my bed, a toilet and a single lamp mounted in the ceiling, it was empty. The door was like I would have expected to see on a ship and then I truly began to despair. Wherever I was, I was certain there would be no escape.

I lay there for hours, filled with terror and suffering from a thirst I had never felt before. My chain allowed me to stand and to use the toilet, but I had no hope of reaching the door. I would have expected to feel pain from the brutality of my rape, but enough time had passed that I was spared at least that.

Resigned to the hopelessness of my captivity, I feel into a light and fitful sleep. Later, I was awoken by the metallic clank of the door being opened.

Bile rose in my throat as the door creaked open. I scrambled onto my knees, cowering away from my captor. I was terrified that Marco would come for me again, but instead that same, beautiful woman entered with a tray.

“Good, you are awake,” she said without threat. “You will be hungry and thirsty. You must eat and regain your strength.”

Gone was the delicate dress I’d seen her in before. Now she wore a simple, white cotton top with denim jeans. Even in such drab clothing, she was still incredibly beautiful and my mind swirled in confusion that anyone so attractive could be so evil. I curled up in the corner of my bed and sat trembling with my knees clutched to my breasts.

“Who are you?” I asked with tears again forming in my eyes. “Please, let me go,” I begged. “I swear I won’t tell anyone.”

The woman actually looked saddened by my fear and sat on the bed next to me. Setting the tray on the bed, she gently caressed my face. “I’m so sorry, Jessica. This must be terribly difficult for you, but you need to know, you will never see your home again.”

I heard her say the words but my mind refused to grasp their meaning. I begged her to free me, to protect me from Marco, but she only shook her head.

“This is going to be hard for you to understand, but you are now a slave. Your life isn’t yours any more than mine belongs to me. We are females, and we exist for the sole purpose of pleasing the Masters of the Circle. Now drink, and I will try to explain.

Fearfully, I took the cup. For a moment, I hesitated, thinking it might be drugged, but my thirst was ferocious and with a trembling hand, I drank deeply. Finishing the cup, I gazed at her. “You are a slave?”

“Yes.” she responded with a smile, as if she felt no remorse at her plight. “I am called Circe, and Marco is my brother.”

A wave of revulsion swept through me at hearing his name and my chest heaved as I began to cry. “He raped me. I was raped by your brother!” My body shook with shame and sorrow. Circe took my hand and held it tightly.

“Of course he did. It was his right as a man. He is very pleased with how you responded to him.”

“Responded! What are you talking about. He forced himself on me! You both kidnapped me and brought me here! What gives you the right-!”

Circe’s grip on my hand grew tighter and her gaze turned iron. “Yes, we did. You need to understand, everything you believed, everything you knew is over. The world you live in now will not accept your defiance. How long you live, and how painfully you die will depend on this. Neither Marco or I can change this.”

Circe pulled her long hair away from the back of her neck and revealed an intricate glyph tattooed on the back of her neck. “This is my brand. It is the mark of the Circle and it means that I am owned by them. I live and will die at their pleasure, and now so shall you.”

Instinctively, my hand flew to the back of my neck, as if I could feel such a mark, but Circe gently pulled my hand away. “Calm yourself, girl. You haven’t been branded yet. You are to be taken to the isle and there you will be sold. Only then will you be tested. Survive that, and you will receive your brand.”

Defeated by this, my head hung low. “You can’t get away with this, you know. They will look for me.”

That same, sorrowful look of understanding reappeared on her flawless face. “No, they won’t. They already have a body. It’s burned beyond visual recognition, but the records have been changed. To your world, you are already dead.”

I wouldn’t have believed I could have been more crushed, but this revelation was more than I could accept. “No! You’re lying!” I protested! “How could that be true? That isn’t possible.!” Tears were running freely down my cheeks and I was again racked by uncontrollable sobs. “No one could do that!”

Circe sighed, as if she’d seen this before. “You are not the first to be here. We took three more girls like you on this trip alone. You may never have heard of the Circle, but it is an ancient order and it is made up of the most powerful men in world. They control entire countries, including yours. There is very little they cannot do.”

Circe stood with feline grace. “Eat and get yourself together. Marco will see you soon. It is time for you to meet the others.”

A spasm of fear rocked me at that, and then, with dread filling my heart, I asked the only question that truly mattered anymore. “Will I be raped again?”

Circe turned and responded quietly, as if it were nothing at all. “Of course. Marco is is a slave, but he is a man. He will take what he needs from you, just as he does from me.”

With that, she turned and left me alone with my despair.

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Part 2

Ravenous with hunger, I devoured the meager meal Circe left me. With each bite I took, I felt as if a small part of me was surrendering to my fate. Even still, I ate, for I could no more resist my hunger than I could the whims of my captors. I finished it quickly and could then only wait as the subtle roll of the ship lulled my senses.

My wait was shorter than I hoped and all too soon the heavy clank from the door’s lock reverberated through the metal walls of my cell. Panic filled my heart and I whimpered in fear as the man I knew as Marco appeared in the portal.

“Still, you cower in fear, do you, girl?” he said in his deceptively kind tone. “You have reason to be afraid, but you must learn to accept your fate.”

His hand gestured to my surroundings as he entered and a distinct look of distaste marred the sculptured perfection of his face. “Come, girl. You need fresh air and you must bathe. A creature of your beauty cannot be left to wallow in such filth.”

He approached me and a bolt of fresh terror screamed through my mind. I recoiled and made myself as small as I could on the bed, but Marco shushed me gently. “Quiet yourself, Jessica. Obey and nothing shall befall you today. I offer only those things I have said, if only you will do as you are told.”

My throat clenched tight I dared say nothing. Inside my chest, my heart screamed out in despair and it took all my will to suppress my growing urge to cry. He came toward me and my skin grew cold as he reached for my chain. I was certain he would force himself on me again, but he only unlocked the ring that connected my chain to the wall.

The light links clinked with a soft, high pitched rattle as he gathered them in his hand. Using it as a leash, he tugged on the metal collar around my throat. “Come, girl. Rise and follow me. I warn you not to resist. There is simply no place for you to run, and the time for disobedience is past.” With his sister, Circe, leading the way, he took me from my cell.

I had no choice but to do as he commanded and he led me through a narrow maze of dark and dreary halls. Ascending darkened stairs, we rose from the bowels of the ship and emerged into the dazzling brightness of the midday sun.

It’s incandescent glare reflected off of the sea and painfully stung my tear-filled eyes. Blinded by it’s glare, I stumbled clumsily at the end of my chain as I was led onto the deck. I blinked and rubbed my eyes as Marco secured my chain to a metal rail that jutted from the whitewashed structure of the ship. It was only then I saw I was not alone in the misery of my plight.

Three other girls, all about my age, and equally frightened, were standing in line. Each was collard and chained to the same rail that held my own. “What’s happening?” I asked them, hoping to find a friendly or sympathetic voice, but before any could answer, Marco turned.

“Silence! Do not speak. It is not your place to question. You are slaves and you must learn your place if your are to live.”

The sudden sharpness of his command froze my heart and another sob rose in my belly. I would surely have cried again, if not for the angry, hate filled scream that rose from the girl next to me. “You fucking bastard!” she shouted with a poisonous venom that chilled me to my soul. “How dare you do this to me! To all of us! I’ll never submit to this, do you hear me!”

I turned and tried to back away from her. To this day, I clearly remember the loathing, deathlike hatred that haunted her in that moment. She was a beautiful black woman with noble eyes and she stood tall and proud despite her chains. She spit at Marco’s feet and cursed him again. Standing there, chained to the rail, she held his implacable gaze fearlessly, as if she accepted that there was no horror beyond that which had already been visited upon her. Her strength was such that the rest of us drew courage from her defiance, and Marco grimaced as he saw it happening.

Not understanding the horrible drama that was about to unfold, I looked from him to Circe to see how they might respond. Circe seemed only saddened by this dark woman’s refusal. Marco too seemed deflated, and the baritone in his vice diminished, as if he, himself, was surrendering to the inevitable.

“So, then Layla, you demand to be freed?”

The girl stood her ground, fearlessly returning his gaze with an icy stare. “I would rather die than be used by men like you. Damn you to hell Marco! Damn you and your fucking Masters to hell!”

Marco shook his head, as if he felt an honest regret. It was incredibly surreal and and when he gestured to his sister to unchain her from the rail, I actually held hope it might be real. Once freed from the collar’s grip, the true price of her defiance became horribly clear.

Layla looked as surprised as we all did as she rubbed the marks of her bondage from her neck. None of us knew yet what to say and an eerie calm settled that I knew would soon be followed by equally powerful demands from the rest of us. Before they could gain voice, Marco slapped her so hard she flew back and landed hard on the wooden deck.

Layla was dazed but tried valiantly to rise. Before she could, Marco pounced. In an instant, he was standing over her and forcing her to her knees. Layla screamed with loathing hate, but when he tore her shift away, her body began wracking with terrified cries. Through her sobs, she cursed him with white-hot rage. Even as he forced her down to all fours and exposed his fully engorged erection, she refused to admit defeat.

“You can do what you want, you asshole! You can rape my body and force yourself on me, but you will never break me! I swear I’ll kill you one day, you fuck– ahh!”

I watched in horror as his hips lurched forward and her eyes grew wide in shock and rolled up in her head as he buried his massive cock deeply into her body. Marco gripped her hair in his fist, pulling her head back hard, just as he had done to me, leaving her unable to fight or resist. He fucked her hard, pushing that huge cock into her with a callous lust that caused her body to quake each time he slammed forward.

Layla’s arms stiffened and her fingers clawed at the wooden deck, but even as her body was ravaged, her anger and hate only grew. I knew then, she would never truly succumb to his mastery, no matter how dire the threat. Even as my revulsion at her rape grew, a wave of admiration for this women flooded through me.

We other three girls, all chained and unable to run, stared in abject terror at the unfolding scene. The wet sounds of his penis slicing into her body filled the air while his animalistic grunts mixed with her agonized moans. I had never before seen anyone have sex, and to see a brutal rape occur right in front of me had me in a state of shock.

I closed my eyes, hoping to shut it out, but Circe came up and held my head, forcing me to see. “Don’t you dare turn away.This is her Moment and you will not disrespect that. Look upon her now as she meets it. She meets her Moment with bravery and in this at least, we will honor her!”

I had no idea what she meant, but fearing I would be next, I did as she commanded. By then, Layla’s exhausted body could barely withstand the ferocious abuse Marco inflicted. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks and for just an instant, her gaze met mine. She must have seen the horror in my eyes, and a look of sadness for me flickered in hers. Then she grimaced angrily as the sensations of forced sex suddenly washed over her.

I saw her body convulse and I realized she had orgasmed under his skilled, if brutal attack. In that moment, I thought it was over. Then Marco, his throbbing penis, still impaling her deeply, pull a cord from somewhere unseen and wrapped it tightly around her slender and delicate throat.

Abject terror gripped my heart and a fateful understanding dawned on us all as he began to strangle Layla. All the while, his organ continued its plunging pillage of her body. I cannot express how sickening it was to see, and as her fight slowly failed, her ruby lips turned dark purple.

The white, colorless cord stood out clearly on her dark skin and I could see how deeply it bit. Her body convulsed again as deaths grip began to close over her. It took longer for her to die than I would have expected. As her body jerked and twitched and the light of her life waned, he groaned and flooded her dying flesh with living sperm. Then he tightened his grip farther and jerked her neck hard. There was an audible snap and then, in that instant, it was over.

Afterward, it was quiet on that deck. If there were others onboard, and there must have been, they paid no attention at all to what had just transpired. All that remained was the slow roll of the sea and the gentle breeze of the ocean air.

Covered in sweat and his dangling, now semi-flaccid penis hanging from his loins, Marco rose over this thing that had once been a living girl.

“Did you see how she met her Moment?” he asked with reverence. “She proved her life worthy and passed giving me a pleasure I will forever cherish. This is the right of all slaves. The right to face our fate at a time of our choosing. To face it with such strength as she did…” he paused and gazed at her broken body with something I could only call respect. Then he continued in softer tones.

“You three, too, can gain from her sacrifice,” he said to us. How you learn to accept your fate is up to you, but no matter how you believe you can hide it, the Masters will draw their pleasure from you. Even if it’s only by ending your lives. What you make of the life you are given and how well you meet your death are the only choices you will ever be able to make.”

I must have fainted after that. I awoke not in my cell, but in a large and comfortable bed centered in a beautiful suite. I must have moaned, for Circe, who was sitting calmly in a ornate wooden chair, glanced up from a book and smiled sadly at me. “Good, You are awake.”

The sudden change in my surroundings was confusing to me, yet I couldn’t help but find a measure of comfort in it. Gone was the terror I felt. In its place was a sadness that weighed heavily on my soul. I was too exhausted to express what rage I felt and I gazed at Circe with a feeling more of contempt than fear.

“Why did he do that? I asked. “What kind of monster does that to a woman? Is that what I can expect as your slave? To be raped and killed? God, I almost wish it was me, just so this nightmare would end.”

I felt like crying again, but the tears wouldn’t come. I felt empty and cold, as if my life had ended when Layla died.

Circe sat her book down but remained in her chair. “It’s our way. Even the most valued of slaves my choose the freedom of death. We have a reverence for it. Meeting your Moment with bravery and sacrifice to please our Masters is a great honor, I hope one day you will understand that.”

I heard the words but it was if she were speaking another language. None of it made sense and I drew my knees up as I studied her flawless and implacable face. “I could never understand such brutality. You and your brother must be insane. What he did…” I was at a loss for words and I grew quiet, wishing I could summon the tears Layla deserved.

Circe remained quiet for a moment before answering. “You cannot know it now, but what he did was a mercy. That girl was not going to be easily broken, but I assure you they would have broken her eventually. But only after she suffered for days or even weeks. There are Masters who would have taken her for just that purpose alone. There are men who would have tortured her and broken her body slowly. She would have been killed anyway, but only after suffering a pain you could never imagine. Marco knew this. That’s why he killed her when he did.”

I laughed bitterly at the arrogant absurdity of her logic. “A mercy? That’s what you call it? He fucked her while she was dying! What kind of sick fuck does that!”

“Be careful with those words, Jessica. Between us as females, we may be able to say such things, but if he were to hear you, you would be punished severely.”

Then she glanced down at her hands, as if she were struggling to say what came next. “You should be thankful to him. He could easily have just taken her and sent her to her fate, but what he did, he did for you as much as he did for her.”

I wasn’t yet sure what she meant, but a cold chIll passed over me at what she implied. “He did it for me? How could killing her possibly help me?”

Circe rose slowly and sat on the bed next to me, I recoiled away but she made no effort to touch me. “You look on me as your captor, but as I’ve told you, I am a slave, nothing more. Nothing that happens to you hasn’t already been done to me and I too must face the possibility of one day having my Moment forced upon me. I was born to it, just as Marco was.”

“In my youth, I was taught to sing and recite poetry, but once I reached my eighteenth year, I was taken by a man, just as Marco took you. Our only difference is that I have known no other way.”

Circe gently took my hand, not as a captor or Master, but as a friend. “Marco sees in you a strength that makes him believe you could adapt and survive. Most of those we take from the outside don’t last long, but you can, as long as you understand what’s at stake. By killing poor Layla, he hoped you would.”

My stomach almost retched at the idea that she died for me. I wanted to deny it because simply accepting it as fact made me complicit in Layla’s death.

I must have looked ashen to Circe and my head spun so terribly I felt I might pass out, but deep down, her words carried enough truth that I couldn’t deny them. I had seen the brutality of the world I was in and I knew in my heart I would do whatever I needed to to be spared her fate.

“I wouldn’t have believed it had I not seen it myself,” I finally said. “That’s why he killed her? As an example to the rest of us?”

“No,” Circe said coldly. “The other two are almost certainly doomed. We will try to teach them, but they have withdrawn into their minds and are not responding to us. If that doesn’t change, they will be sold to a Master who will enjoy pulling them out of their shell. I’m only glad I won’t have to see it.”

It was horrible to hear, but I had no strength left to concern myself with their fate. I saw a ray of hope in her words and my only thoughts were focused on what I needed to learn. “So, what must I do to avoid that? How can I survive when so many others fail? What use have I to them?”

Circe smiled hopefully and squeezed my hand. “Learn to enjoy it, Jessica. You are a female whose purpose is to give pleasure. If you can learn to enjoy it and withstand the occasional pain it carries, you may yet live.”

I said nothing more as Circe rose and headed for the door. Before she left, she turned. “This door isn’t locked. You have a bathroom here and some clothing in the closet. You are like me now. You have the run of the ship. Your life can be free of stress and filled with joy if you can take it. The price is to simply give of your body when the demand is made. Think on it, Jessica. Marco will soon come for you again. I can offer myself in your stead, but I believe he will want you.”

“But aren’t you his sister?”

“Yes, but that only makes me more desirable.” With that, she slipped through the door and left me alone with my thoughts.

Once she was gone, I checked to see if I could lock the door behind her. It was made of heavy oak and I hoped it could keep him away from me. The heavy, brass knob turned easily and I opened the door to peer down the hall.

Unlike my cell in the bowels of the ship, this hall was more like one would find on a cruise ship. It was wide and well lit. It’s floor was carpeted and paintings lined the walls between other, equally beautiful stateroom doors. There were no guards or anyone else around. I was alone. Circe had been right about my being allowed to leave the room.

The bad news was that there was no lock at all. It seemed the price of my freedom would be that I would be denied any real privacy. The thought that Marco might come through that door and rape me again sickened me and another tear formed in my eye. I had no doubt that he would, and with Layla’s sacrifice fresh in my mind, I would submit to whatever he chose to do to me.

Retreating into my room, I checked the closet for something clean to wear. The clothes inside were simple tee shirts and jeans. I saw none of the delicate dresses that were displayed in his shop. Not that I would have chosen to wear them. The last thing I wanted to do was appear desirable to him.

I showered afterward. The hot water was the first true pleasure I’d had since I was kidnapped and I stayed under the spray until it began to run cold. It was strange how calming such a simple luxury could be and by the time I dried off, I felt relaxed and maybe even a little safe in my gilded confinement. I slipped on a white linen robe and went into my room with the sole intention of putting on some clean cloths. When I came through the door, I gasped and my heart leapt into my throat.

Marco was sitting in the same chair his sister had occupied. He sat with his fingers steepled together, waiting for me to come to him. His head turned and his eyes burned darkly as I stood paralyzed in his predatory gaze.

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Where’s part 3?

Quality literature is one of my passions, including erotica. The best I can hope for in most erotica is to appreciate the effort and enjoy the fantasy.

LaceyChains is a writer!

Anne Rice (The Claiming of Sleepy Beauty) comes to mind here, but with the dark edge of truth that belongs to captivity and surrender. I so hope LaceyChains continues to develop her talents and gives us more stories. A collection of shorts or a novel -or a series, would stand out and be well recieved mainstream.

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