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  We waited. For what, I wasn’t sure.

  My knees ached and my palms throbbed but I refused to break position, as did the rest of the lined up women. We remained in position for ten minutes, twenty, thirty… I couldn’t be sure. But with each passing minute, my body screamed in agony, desperate to move and relieve at least some of the pain.

  Finally, the heavy sound of boots walking across the concrete floor, then several others following, announced others were joining us in the room.

  “You all may sit back and rest on your feet. Place your palms on your thighs and spread your legs wide,” came a deep and powerful voice as he walked in front of us, standing with his arms crossed.

  I almost moaned in relief when I was able to relieve the pressure on my battered hands and knees. Fighting back dizziness, I did as the man commanded, trying not to focus on the cool air of the room making contact with my spread sex. The dampness from the shower still remained on my black curly hairs, only causing my vulnerability to heighten even more.

  The man before us had dark hair that hung in waves to his shoulders. His face had a faint shading of hair, and his eyes bored into each of us with an intensity that sent a shiver down my body. His nose was long and narrow, standing out as his most prominent feature. He reminded me of what I imagined a goblin king to look like in a classic fairytale of a time long ago… before the wars destroyed everything.

  The rest of the men who marched in behind this man lined up behind him with their arms clasped behind their backs, legs shoulder-width apart, and they stared straight ahead. They all wore black, and although they didn’t appear to be like the soldiers or the guards, they did have a level of militant energy around them.

  “My name is Pike,” the man began. “I am sure you have all heard of me.” He gave a wicked smile. “And let me assure you. All the rumors you have heard are true. And even worse.” He snickered at his own joke, but no one in the room showed any emotion at all. Unless you counted the women, who softly whimpered or gasped at his words.

  I swallowed hard, struggling with the overwhelming urge to close my legs when his eyes peered upon me. Luckily, his gaze eventually moved on and looked at the next woman, and then the next.

  “You are all now my beauties. You belong to me and no one else. The only way you can break free from my hold is when I no longer want you. At which time, you will be discarded like trash.” He paused, but didn’t move his stance at all. “I have high expectations of my beauties. For that reason, I will assign each of you a trainer. Your trainer is responsible for doing all that it takes to have you ready to fully join my harem of prized beauties. It could take months, it could take years, and it may never actually happen. The decision is mine and only mine.”

  I looked past Pike to the men standing at attention behind him, assuming they were the trainers he spoke of. When I did so, I noticed that the one standing directly in front of me was staring right at me. Not at my sex like Pike had, but into my eyes. This man did not break his stare. Was he to be my trainer? Like Pike, his hair was dark—almost black. He was a little taller than the men he stood next to, and his broad chest a little wider. I couldn’t make out the color of his eyes, since they were shadowed, but they seemed ominous. His lips pressed firmly together and his rigid jaw line scared me. I didn’t want him to be my trainer. He looked far more severe than the other men did.

  “You will be fed. You will be cared for. You will be far better off here with me and my men than you ever were before out in that god forsaken land,” Pike continued. “I know you are all afraid, my beauties. And although there is much to fear, especially my wrath, I do want you all to know that as long as you behave, you will prosper under my rule.” He took a long pause and then clapped his hands. “Well, let’s begin! Trainers, I believe it is time you introduce yourselves to the beauties.”

  Each of the trainers silently walked over and stood in a line before us. The man who had been staring at me was indeed my assigned trainer, but I already knew that. I glanced up at him briefly, but when his dark eyes glared into mine, I had to look toward the ground to avoid the intensity.

  “Men,” Pike said.

  On his word, my trainer unbuttoned his pants, unzipped, and pulled out his large penis. In shock, I glanced down the line of captive women to see that each of the trainers had done the exact same thing, and penis after penis went as far as I could see.

  “My beauties. I would like for you to formally meet your trainer. Open up your mouths, and greet the man you are to obey at all times. Open wide. Now.” His last word was so sharp that I actually flinched when the booming voice echoed off the walls. I remained frozen, not knowing what to do. As simple as the command sounded, the actual idea of having the man’s body part in my mouth as I sat helpless before him seemed impossible. I could hear cries and gags around me, the sound of faces being smacked for undoubtedly doing as I was—nothing. Although when my trainer’s hand moved to my face, a slap did not occur. Instead, he reached for my chin, and pulled my face to the tip of his hardened flesh. He continued to hold my chin as he pressed past my lips and rested heavy on my tongue. I didn’t have a choice but to open wide as the thickness of his member filled every inch of open space in my mouth. The weight was heavy against my tongue, and as he pressed deeper inside, I struggled not to gag as his full size touched the back of my throat. He released my chin and placed both of his hands on each side of my head, and gently began rocking his hips. The friction of my lips along his smooth and velvety skin caused his penis to twitch and grow even bigger.

  I looked up at him, and for the first time since he entered the room, he wasn’t staring at me. Instead, he had his eyes closed, his head tilted back slightly, and it appeared as if I were giving him pleasure by having my mouth around him. I glanced to my right and saw the woman beside me crying as her trainer jammed his veiny penis forcefully into her mouth. At least mine kept his pushing and pulling at a steady and almost gentle rhythm. I wasn’t crying, nor was I gagging anymore. Instead, I focused on the actual act itself. Tasting the saltiness, smelling the musky odor, and feeling the black hairs that circled his sex brush up against my face each time he drove as far into my mouth as he could. I simply held my position, kept my mouth open, and tried to tune out all the moans, cries, choking and mewling all around me. I think it helped that my trainer kept his hands firmly placed on my head. It offered me the support and guidance that I so desperately needed.

  “That’s it, my beauties,” I heard Pike call out from a distance. “Suck those cocks. Worship that cock in your mouth. You are to do exactly as your trainer orders. He is your master and is acting under my command. Everything he tells you to do is directly from me. So, if you disobey your trainer, then you are disobeying me. The penalty for disobeying me is death. So make your choices wisely, my loves. Is your pride worth dying over?”

  The entire time Pike spoke, my trainer kept his pace. In and out he went, plundering my mouth with his… cock as Pike called it. As time went on, I could hear the sound of deep moans coming from the men, more gagging, and even spitting all around. A few slaps, even more cries, but I ignored all. I simply watched the face of my trainer tighten, his breathing increase, and his thrusts grow in aggression. A deep moan came from the depths of his belly and exited his lips on a growl. Hot liquid shot from his cock and coated the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow the salty, milky matter. I gagged and almost threw it back up, but forced it to stay down as my eyes filled with tears. My body heaved and I desperately needed to inhale a deep breath but his member still blocked my air passage. A new sense of panic set in when I wondered if I would choke, but was granted a reprieve when my trainer’s softening cock pulled out of my mouth completely. I gasped and shook, but managed to not vomit as some women did around me. He released my head from his grip, and with a gentle touch of his fingertip, he swiped at the remnants of his release that seeped from the corner of my mouth.

  “Come,” he said softly, grabbing me beneath my arms and picking
me off the ground.

  My legs were weak and I could barely bear any weight. If it were not for him holding me up, I would have surely crumpled to the ground. Other trainers around me were hitting, kicking, shouting at the women, but my trainer did not. That did not mean he did not exude strength, and in fact, I felt he was the most powerful man in the room. Yet he did not abuse me as others did their assigned beauties.

  “Sleep tight, my beauties. I shall see you all again soon,” I heard Pike call out from behind as my trainer led my exhausted body out of the auditorium.

  10

  Loic

  Why was she not scared? Why did she not sob like the others? Plead? Resist in any way? She had simply stared at me, her blue eyes burrowing into my soul. I was no better than the devil whom I worked for, yet she showed no fear of me. And when I approached her and pulled out my cock, I didn’t have to force her… not really.

  It was easy to tell she had no experience and didn’t know how to please, yet she had. She didn’t seem disgusted like the other women, who gagged and drooled all around being forced to suck their trainers off. She tried her best, it appeared. Why? The other trainers had to slap the faces of their women, pull their hair, and jam their cocks deep in their mouths to establish their dominance. But not me. My hands rested gently on each side of her face and nothing more. She required none of my force. I had no lesson to teach. And when she swallowed my cum, a look of satisfaction and pride seemed to wash over her face. Who was this woman?

  She had to be a fool. Anyone with one look at me should see the evil inside. She should hate me, despise me, in fact. I was not sick in the head, but my soul was terminal. My death sentence had been set years ago. The day I decided to enter Pike’s realm of terror, I had allowed the cancer of evil to slowly eat away at the man I once was.

  A naïve young man who thought he could change the destroyed world. An upcoming leader in the resistance, determined to take down the Pike reign at whatever cost. I was a man with a dream for the better. I thought I could win. I could master the king of darkness himself. All I had to do was infiltrate his world, study him, learn his weaknesses. That was all I had to do. Yet I failed. The only thing I learned was how powerful the man and his hold on the world was. It was so toxic that it poisoned me. It stole all the hope I had left. He mastered me. He won.

  Day by day, as the darkness seeped into me, I realized one thing. This was the world we lived in. There was no point. No point to do anything more than survive.

  I beat women. I raped women. I killed women.

  I was a monster.

  At first, I thought I had no choice. It was needed for me to earn Pike’s trust. It was an awful necessity to ultimately save thousands, if not millions of lives later. If I could just see my actions as collateral damage…

  Members of the resistance had warned me. They told me that a man can not be asked to do the things Pike’s trainers were rumored to do and return to being the man he once was. But I felt I could. I thought it was a risk worth taking. Something had to be done. Pike had to be stopped. I would go in, and I would bring the man down. That was my goal.

  Until the day of death. I can still hear the cries when I close my eyes at night. The resistance grew impatient. They moved in and attacked. They had no idea what they were up against, and as each brave warrior lost their life that day, I stood back and helplessly watched. Everything I once fought for, everyone I had stood beside in camaraderie, was dead. I was told that even my own father had perished on that battlefield. The only thing that remained was Pike, his bloody and ruthless army, and the corpses of hope being hung up along the walls of the compound to warn all who wanted to attempt such an insane mission again. Should they have waited for me? Should my father have waited to lead the attack until I returned? Waited for crucial intel that could have helped them win the battle?

  No.

  They wouldn’t have liked what I had to say.

  You cannot beat Pike. He is unstoppable.

  I thought I could. I thought I would be victorious.

  But the damage to my heart and the core of who I was became destroyed. The only hope for me now was a deep grave that would swallow the filth that I had become.

  So yes, that woman should have feared me. She should have taken one look at me and trembled, even pissed herself at what would become the horror of her new imprisoned life. She should have screamed, cried, all for the upcoming agony she was about to endure from my hand.

  Eden

  We entered a large housing structure, neither of us saying a single word. He maintained a strong hold on my arm, which I appreciated rather than feared. I could hear screams, pleas, cries of other women as we walked down the hallway. Some women were being dragged by their hair. Others were sobbing as they obediently followed their new master. I, however, did not shed a single tear. I had no reason to at this time. Was I scared?

  Yes.

  Was I positive I would hate what was in store?

  Absolutely.

  But I had learned something a long time ago—focus on the moment, rather than the future. To worry about the what ifs would only destroy what could be a moment that was not full of misery at the time. Misery would come. Hunger would come. Death would follow. But if for that one moment, you weren’t miserable, weren’t hungry, and were not dead—then focus on that positive. It was the only way to survive. It was the only way not to go completely mad.

  Stopping us before a door—one of many down the long hallway—my trainer entered a code into a keypad, and the door clicked open. He guided me into the room and flipped a switch that turned on the lights. It was one large room with a window at the far end. The curtains were closed so I was unable to see what it looked out upon. There was a large bed, an armchair, a plain wood table with two wooden chairs on each end, and a cot pushed up against the far wall. Another door was slightly ajar, and I could see it led to the bathroom. The floor was bare concrete with no rugs, and nothing hanging on the walls. Gray floors, white walls, yet very pristine. The falling ash from the sky had not made its way into this room, and for that, I was grateful.

  “I’m assuming you are hungry,” my trainer said as he shut the door behind us.

  I looked at him and nodded. “Very.”

  “Go on into the bathroom and clean up your knees.” I looked down and saw that blood was trickling down my leg. “There are bandages and antiseptic in the top drawer.” He let go of my arm, walked over to a small computer mounted on the wall, and began typing with his back to me. “I’ll order some food to be brought to us.” He looked over his shoulder at me and an eyebrow rose. “Well, go on now. Get cleaned up.”

  My heart skipped a beat at how firm his voice was. He wasn’t exactly terrifying like Pike was, but he was a man who exuded no nonsense. I had no intention of upsetting him or defying him in any way. I rushed to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, releasing the breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding.

  Much like the apartment, the bathroom was bare, sterile, simple. But it was a bathroom with running water and a flushing toilet. Both were luxuries where I came from, and the shower and tub meant I would remain clean while I was here, which was a simple pleasure in life. And the fact that my trainer was ordering food meant I would also get to eat, which, too, was something I could not usually guarantee on a daily basis. Running the cool water on a neatly folded cloth I took from a shelf over the toilet, I quickly cleaned all my scrapes and puncture wounds. Not wanting to keep my trainer waiting for long, I opened the drawer, applied the antiseptic and bandages, and washed my face. Noticing that there was a comb in the drawer, I ran it down my golden locks as I tried to make myself as presentable as possible. I didn’t want to repulse the man, and it felt good to be clean and orderly in appearance.

  As I entered the living area again, I could feel my cheeks warm when the knowledge that I still stood naked set in. I wondered if I would ever be allowed to dress again, but I also wasn’t about to verbally complain or ask. The words of the w
oman in the carriage still rang in the back of my mind. I had no intention of being punished or even worse. I would do exactly as my trainer said. It would be far easier that way. And then maybe, once he knew he had no reason to punish me for anything, I could take that opportunity to see if there was a way out or any chance of escape.

  There was a buzz at the door and my trainer pointed to the table and chairs. “Go sit.”

  I did as he asked, my mouth watering with the idea that I would get to eat. It had been so long. As I sat down on the cold wood, I flinched slightly when the temperature made contact with my bare behind. I crossed my legs, grateful that I could somewhat conceal my privates, even though my breasts were on full display over the edge of the table.

  The trainer walked over with a tray in each of his hands. He set one in front of me and then sat across from me with his own. He looked at me when I didn’t immediately start eating, even though I desperately wanted to. “Go ahead and eat. I know you must be starving.”

  I was. Starving wasn’t even a strong enough word to describe how I felt. I reached for the piece of bread and took as large a bite as I could, cutting my meat as I chewed.

  “My name is Loic,” the trainer said. “But you will call me Sir or Master.”

  I looked up and swallowed the bread before saying, “My name is Eden Rose.”

  He nodded at my food, silently ordering me to continue eating. “I’m sure you have no idea what is going to happen or what to expect.”

  I stabbed at my meat and brought it to my mouth before I said, “No, Sir. I do not.”