Adam’s eyes dart past me and I watch a flicker of emotion cross his face before it disappears behind the mask he always wears.
After a few minutes Adam frowns lightly, then he whispers, “She is stunning. I’ll go take a closer look.” I watch Adam walk over to where the woman is kneeling on the podium, her blonde hair a silky curtain around her.
“Come,” Mrs. Westbrook barks to her husband. They walk to the next table where they chat with the couples there.
I find Sven and indicate for him to come to me.
“Yes, Mistress,” he says when he reaches me.
“I’d like to place a stake of two hundred thousand for the male slave. Would you be so kind as to ask Mr. Hawkins if he could give me a minute of his time tomorrow?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Sven scurries off and I see Mr. Westbrook stop him. They exchange words and then Mr. Westbrook goes back to join his wife. They walk over to where Jack is kneeling.
My eyes find Jack and I feel the familiar stirring in my heart. Sadness. I feel an agonizing sadness for these people. No human should ever have to endure the horrors these people do.
The crack of a whip makes me jump. My eyes dart to the table next to us and I fight to conceal the horror flooding me, as each of the monsters around the table takes a turn to hit the poor girl. She stares blankly to the side, not even flinching as the whip tears at her back and ass.
I look down and pretend to adjust my skirt as a burning lump forms in my throat. I can’t lose my shit now! I have to keep it together!
My eyes fall on another poor girl that’s being forced to give an old man a blowjob. Her face is red as she gags every time the fucker shoves deeper down her throat.
At another table two girls are in the sixty-nine position, eating each other out. Some men around that table are jerking off, for all to see. I’m revolted to the point of feeling physically ill.
Cameron himself comes over to my table. I can smell the greed coming off of him in waves. I school my face quickly so there’s no sign of the distress I’m feeling for the human beings being violated around me.
“My slave seems to be in demand tonight. Mr. and Mrs. Westbrook have increased the stake to two hundred and fifty thousand.” He looks almost excited as he tells me this. “Would you like to increase your stake?”
“Four hundred thousand,” I snap. Money gives you power around here. Cameron wants my money and that makes me quite powerful, seeing as I’ve inherited my father’s fortune.
A wide smile spreads over his face.
“I’d like to add the male slave to my collection. Also,” I look over to where the blonde slave is still kneeling. Adam is standing to the side, not taking his eyes off her, “the blond that came in with him. I think they’d make a stunning couple for my collection.” I meet Cameron’s greedy eyes. “And my husband seems to have taken quite a liking to her.”
Cameron’s smile fades and he crosses his legs, getting comfortable. “They’re my most prized possessions.”
“I’m aware of that. I’d like to make them my most prized possessions.” I smile wistfully. “They’d be perfect, almost like a Barbie and Ken.”
Cameron laughs suddenly. “And they say men never grow up, only the toys get more expensive.”
“I love my dolls,” I shrug. “There’s just something so erotic about watching two people fuck.”
“Indeed,” he agrees, then his expression turns serious. “Give me a figure and I’ll think about it.”
“Three million for both.” I keep the amount low because I know this man is going to chase it up. I’ve dealt with his kind before.
“I make that in a year off them.”
I cross my legs, letting the skirt pull up. “Why don’t we cut the crap? You tell me how much you want and I’ll pay it.”
Cameron’s eyes glide over the tables. He doesn’t say anything for a good ten minutes. I let my eyes go to Jack and I keep looking at him so I don’t have to see the depravity happening around me.
“Five million,” Cameron suddenly says. I look back to him and when our eyes meet he smirks, “each.”
Ten million! That will be the most I’ve ever paid for slaves.
I look at Jack again and a longing to see that man free overwhelms me. “Three million each.”
I hear Cameron chuckle, but I don’t bother looking at him. “Four.” The single word sounds empty and cold and I know that’s it, he won’t go any lower.
“It’s a deal. I’ll transfer the funds to you tomorrow. When can I have them?”
“Eager, Mrs. Ryland?”
“Very much,” I make sure to smile seductively as I look at Jack.
“He is always booked for Friday afternoons and Saturday evenings. You may take him on Sunday.”
“Thank you.” Another two days in this hell hole and then I can take them and leave. I can do this! I search the room and find Adam where he’s standing with the girl. He gives me a slight nod, indicating that he got her for the night. I sigh with relief, knowing she will be safe for a few hours at least. Adam will look after her while I take care of Jack.
Just forty eight hours then we’re going home.
~*~
Cameron snaps his fingers at Sven. “Mistress Ryland won Jack. Let her have a key for room fourteen.” He then turns back to me. “You’ll find your room just down the hall, to the left. Enjoy your evening.” Then he gets up and laughs gaily. “Bring the slave to Mrs. Westbrook.” He laughs again and then he kisses the old hag’s hand. “My dear, seeing as you got so close to winning the slave for the night, I’ll allow you thirty minutes with him for half of what you staked.”
“You’re so generous,” Mrs. Westbrook says.
No! No.No.No! That was not part of the plan! I’m going to be sick if this woman so much as touches Jack.
Jack follows Sven to our table, and his movements remind me of a tiger stalking its prey.
“Your slave, Mistress,” Sven says and at once Jack kneels down.
“Thank you, Sven-dear,” Mrs. Westbrook purrs. She goes to stand in front of Jack and then pets him.
“I wish Cameron would sell this slave to me. There is so much I’d like to do with him.”
In your fucking wildest dreams bitch! I wish I could grab her by her hair, drag her over the table and shove a paddle up her wrinkled ass.
“Get on the table, Slave,” she commands.
A hauntingly beautiful song fills the air, making my heart feel heavier in my chest.
My eyes are fixed on Jack as he positions himself on the table. He’s a large man, and barely fits.
The old woman practically jumps him, unzipping his pants and then she yanks it down. I feel bile rise in my throat. Under the florescent lights I can see marks marring his chest, abdomen and his legs and inner thighs. My heart weeps for all this man had to endure in his life.
The old woman takes hold of his cock, and I have to clench my jaw so I don’t do something to jeopardize the whole situation. Even though he’s not hard, he is well endowed and absolutely beautiful.
I take solace in the fact that I’ve bought his freedom. Come Monday, Jack will be safely on the plantation.
“I got you a present, Slave,” Mrs. Westbrook purrs. She straps electrosex bands on him and then she strokes him again. I hate that she’s touching him, violating him like this! I suck in deep breaths to keep the rampant emotions warring inside of me under control.
“Tonight you will get hard for me!” she snaps and I can’t help the smile forming around my lips. So that’s what she wants from Jack, for him to get hard. There is fight in him after all! The thought fills me with relief. As long as a person has fight there is always hope.
I watch Jack tense as the first charge of electricity hits him. Sadly, he starts to harden and I can almost feel the frustration and disappointment ripple off of him in waves.
“See how hard you’re getting for me now,” Mrs. Westbrook says gleefully. “Look at your hard cock!” Jack looks down and I see a flash of emotion cross his handsome features.