(Zorya)
(Sensitive Content Ahead, read with caution.)
“Open your mouth,” he asked in his icy tone, holding a piece of chicken between his thumb and index finger.
Was he going to feed me?
I hesitated, and the creases on his forehead doubled.
“Now!” He urgently demanded.
With a gulp, I opened my mouth, and he placed the chicken piece inside.
“Eat, I am going to feed you.” He returned his gaze to his plate while I slowly chewed.
The chicken turned into a gum inside my mouth, and I hardly swallowed it.
“Aren’t you pampering her too much, Alpha Caliath?
I have never seen you feed a slave before,” Kalin teased from beside him.
“Simply controlling the amount she eats.
Don’t want her getting fat,” he nonchalantly answered, and I lowered my gaze.
Caliath fed me morsels here and there, and I ate even when my stomach refused to accept food.
The conversation turned to politics and expanding the slave industry.
My stomach turned, and I hoped I wouldn’t vomit.
After the meal, Caliath handed me a glass filled with red wine.
“Drink it all,” he dictated.
I downed the wine in one go.
Maybe it would help me calm my nerves.
It tasted bitter and burnt its way down my throat.
Soon my head began spinning, and my eyes began drooping.
I don’t know when the dinner ended and Caliath dragged me along.
The sounds grew louder, and they banged against my temple, turning into a headache.
My feet wouldn’t land properly on the ground; it felt like everything around me was spinning.
What was happening?
The room we entered had bright red lights, which hurt my eyes.
I squinted to see.
The loud metallic music blasted through the speakers, which intensified my headache.
Did he drug me?
The scent of sex and strong perfume hung in the air.
Something leaked between my legs.
A warmth, a need.
Some of the slaves had been chained to the walls, naked, meant for free use by these wretched alphas.
Some had already begun, shedding their clothes and taking the slaves from behind.
Sounds of whips cut heavily through the air.
Nudity was not an issue for these people.
They seriously lacked modesty and chastity.
Madric rushed towards one of the slaves chained to the wall.
Grabbing her hair, he grinned while jerking her head up.
I averted my eyes, not wanting to observe what heinous act happened next.
Even though my body somehow screamed for me to turn around and see.
I was losing control of my body.
My heart restlessly jerked inside my chest.
Caliath led me forward towards the red velvet sofas and dumped me on it, before occupying the space beside me.
He clicked his fingers and summoned one of the dancers from the pool.
Her breasts jiggled as she stepped down on her long heels and confidently walked over to Caliath.
Bending forward while keeping her eyes on Caliath, she greeted him.
“Welcome, Alpha.
It has been a while.” Her luscious body twisted like an elegant snake.
Her round breasts hung down.
Her long legs sparkled under the lights because of the special shimmering oil she seemed to have applied on it.
“Rania!” Caliath smirked, extending his hand; he grabbed her right nipple, pinching it so hard that she squealed in pleasure and pain.
My body heated up even though I abhorred this, and yet I couldn’t help but watch.
Spreading his legs, he pulled her by her nipple until she landed between them.
“Take it out.
I need your hot mouth around it,” he instructed.
She salaciously smiled, obeying him.
Rania appeared like a woman who knew how to please and survive.
Opening his zipper, she grabbed his cock and bent down to take it into her mouth.
Caliath continued to knead her nipples with both his hands.
His head turned towards me.
“Be a good girl and observe how it’s done.
Next time you will do exactly this.”
Dumbfounded, battling the growing lust in my body, I watched her pleasure him using her mouth while he continued to tweak her nipples. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Gathering her hair into his fist, he rigidly pulled them, making her go faster and faster.
He brutally pushed inside her mouth like a brute.
It was definitely going to leave scars.
Tears rolled down her hollowed cheeks.
This didn’t seem like the first time she was blowing him.
Was she his slave before me?
Each slurping sound that escaped her and each grunt that fell through Caliath’s lips made heat seep between my legs, coating them.
Tightly, I squealed them shut.
My embarrassment grew; I felt ashamed of myself, and yet I had no control over my body.
My hands tightly clutched the velvety sofa as sweat poured out of my pores.
I couldn’t stop staring at them.
Suddenly Caliath pushed her away and grabbed my arm.
The slit in his eyes maliciously gleamed.
He pulled me into his lap.
Uncontrollably, I shivered, unable to break free from his death grip.
His cock nudged against my panties.
“Ride me.”
My mind knew this was wrong, but my body wouldn’t stop reacting to his touch.
This was a new kind of hell he was pushing me into, where he had drugged me to use my body for his sexual gratification.
“Teach her,” he grumbled to Rania, grabbing my breasts through the gown and pinching them so tight that a scream tore through me while a zing of pleasure hit my core, melting it.
She instantly obeyed him, pushing away my panties and roughly holding my hair back.
“Like this, ease into it.
Let your body relax,” she whispered into my ear, but all I could think of was his disgusting body invading me.
“So wet today… hmmm,” he said, amused.
I wanted to repeatedly punch his perfect face and leave it a pulp, just like Xalik had.
But I couldn’t control my body’s reaction.
I closed my eyes, shifting my thoughts.
The drugs in my system helped.
Like a butterfly, I began floating, leaving my body behind in this suffocating place where it was used without my consent.
Finally, I passed out; I don’t know how long after his abuse, but when I came to my senses again, I was in my room, and Ashlia sat beside me with a grim expression.