The Circle: Abduction

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.”