St Berry week continues! This is for Michemistic who is quite possibly the nicest reviewer ever. Having discovered that we both have a bit of a thing for Dominant and Powerful Jesse, she gave me a prompt from the Glee Kink Meme that she would like filled. I'm not going to include the prompt here as I have changed it quite a lot. I'm not sure how long this will be, I'm thinking around 3-4 chapters at the moment but you never know. Just so you know there is minimal Jesse in this chapter, that comes next.
Just to warn you now this is very M and will include elements of BDSM and sexual slavery and other fun stuff. Oh and its AU. As per usual I don't own Glee, I don't think you could put what I'm about to write on TV.
She stood in the centre of the room and took a deep and calming breath in an attempt to quell the urge to vomit that had been building inside her. In an hours time her entire life would change and she would become something owned, something less than human a possession to be used at her masters discretion. There was that vomit again.
She winced and cried out as the slave brushing her hair tugged on particularly large tangle.
"If your pain threshold is that low you are going to have a tough time of it here; Master St James is not known for showing mercy to those he owns." The older lady smirked as she spoke, as if enjoying Rachel's discomfort. A fresh shudder rolled down her back as the overwhelming urge to cry washed over her. She swallowed back the tears and squared her shoulder; crying wouldn't help anything. Her fathers needed her to do this, the money they had received in payment for her would allow them to live the rest of their lives free of the abject poverty that the majority of society suffered from. Besides Master St James wanted her and he always got what he wanted, one way or another, or so the rumours said.
Anyway, it wasn't all bad. Her best friend Kurt had been bought 6 months ago By Master Anderson and again if the gossip she heard was true he was now Blaine's favourite and was treated almost as an equal, a partner. Although everything she had heard about Master St James thus far has lead her to believe the probability of that happening in her case is slim to none. Still, everyone needs a glimmer of hope and she has always been an optimist.
"Take of your robe." The same slave intoned, the smug tone from before was even more pronounced. Oh yes, Rachel thought as she felt a blush heat her skin, whoever she was, she was definitely enjoying this. Rachel turned to face the woman, clutching the sides of her robe tightly together in a bid to hold onto the one bit of control she currently had.
The woman looked at her expectantly, "Come on I haven't got all day, Master St James will not be happy if you come to him unprepared. Trust me, it is in both of our interests to keep Master St James as happy as possible." The smugness was gone. In its place was an earnest warning Rachel could not ignore.
She looked up at the ceiling as she slowly untied the band around her waist and shrugged off her robe. This time she could not help but let a tear slide down her cheek, she had never been naked in front of another person before; everything was being taken from her and she could do nothing to stop it.
"I see why the Master is so obsessed with you. You really are an innocent." The smugness was back, oh joy. Rachel pondered her temporary companion's statement.
"How can he be obsessed with me? We've never met." Rachel spat contemptuously, just because she had to do this didn't mean she had to like it. For a small moment anger and bitterness at her current situation eclipsed the fear. It felt good to be angry, anger was something she could control.
"Ah innocence and fire, it's even clearer now. He's going to have fun breaking you. If I were you I'd be very careful about using that tone with the master, especially with your pain threshold." The woman exclaimed.
The fear was back tenfold. She wasn't sure she could survive this, she had always been a strong willed person and the thought of submitting to anyone, let alone someone she had never met and was apparently "obsessed" with her was making her dizzy with anxiety. She found it hard to be obedient at the best of times and their was no doubt in her mind that he would punish her harshly for her obstinacy.
"I need to sit down." She whispered as the dizziness overcomes her.
The unnamed woman pushes her back to lie on the chez long with a firm hand to her sternum. Rachel feels the dizziness subside as she focuses on her breathing. She comes back to herself as she feels something almost uncomfortably warm on her private parts. She jerks and the unnamed woman gestures to an Asian man who has been standing at the door, observing, since she arrived.
With an air of nonchalance, the man comes towards her and holds both of her knees apart firmly, as the woman sticks a piece of white cloth to whatever was just drizzled over her most intimate area. Her breathing quickens and she begins to panic, she feels helpless and she has no idea what is to come. Not to mention she is spread open in front of a man for the very first time, although he is looking at the wall above her head and if anything she would probably say he looks quite bored.
"Trust me, this will hurt a lot less if you relax." Before Rachel has any time to follow the woman's instructions the strip is ripped from her skin taking all of her hair with it. She lets out a high pitched scream. The ache is soothed by a cool wipe and before she knows it the process is being repeated, again and again until she is almost numb to the sensation.
"There now, that wasn't too bad was it?" Rachel looks up at her incredulously with one eyebrow raised. The woman laughs.
"Oh I like you." She gestures for the Asian man to release her and he goes pack to his post by the door, she assumes he's there to stop her from running away, not that she could get very far, this place is huge and she was in such a nervous panic when she was brought here she has no idea where the exit is. If she is honest with herself the unnamed woman has only made her more apprehensive about meeting her so called 'Master' (in her head there will always be sarcastic quotation marks surrounding that word) than she was when she first arrived. She feels like she could hyperventilate at any second.
The woman pulls her to her feel once more and kneels before her. Rachel looks down at the click of the cuff around her right ankle. Swiftly, the woman imprisons her left ankle in the same unforgiving metal and in a wink she is stood up in front of Rachel once more. Her wrists are given the same treatment and she feels the urge to vomit once more. The alternate bout of dizziness and vomiting are making her head spin and her whole body quiver. She feels her long chestnut waves being lifted from her neck, a smooth metal collar is fitted snugly around her neck. The cool metal feels like ice against her skin, she will never get used to this feeling, she doesn't ever want to. Her fingers reach up to her new jewellery and attempt to pry it off. It is completely snug, not even her little finger will fit beneath it. This time she doesn't fight the tears as she feels her breath come in rapid bursts.
This is all too much, too fast. She can't do this; she isn't strong. She wishes she didn't have to be. She can feel the band around her neck constricting her air. Her legs wobble beneath her and the woman reaches out to catch her before she falls.
"Now," she admonishes in a stern voice, "none of that! Dramatics will only make him harder on you. Your outfit is on the nightstand over there." She points towards the left hand corner of the room and Rachel's glazed eyes attempt to focus on where she is pointing. "Put your clothes on and I will outline the rules for you."
On shaky legs Rachel moves in the general direction that the woman pointed. She sees a small white lace thong and a white lace bra, they both look to be her exact size. They are skimpier than any underwear she has ever had before and also about a thousand times nicer. She quickly pulls the thong up her legs, eager for it's meagre coverage. The tiny "V" of fabric barely covers her centre and she can feel the cold air of the room on her newly bare lower lips. The bra is slightly padded and pushes her chest upwards, the cups are small and she can see the tops of her nipples poking out. She'd almost rather she were naked than packaged up for display like this.
The woman's voice pulls her from her misery.
"Rule one: never speak unless spoken to." Rachel nods slightly and the woman smiles as if she has passed some sort of test.
"Rule number two: leave your collar and cuffs alone unless you want tighter ones put on you." Rachel lowers her head to the floor, technically she has already broken that one.
"Rule three: there are quite a few other rules that you won't know about until you have broken them." The woman smirks once more at that one. "Master St James is not known for treating his slaves particularly well so tread carefully and try not to anger him." Her tone is serious once more.
"Last but not least, my name is Santana and I will be looking after you when you are not in the Master's chambers, so if you fuck up I will be punished and I will take that out on you. Got it?"
Rachel nods once more. She has the overwhelming urge to cling onto Santana (personally she preferred calling her the unnamed woman, Rachel had always had a flair for the dramatic) in the hopes that it will somehow delay her inevitable meeting with her formidable new 'Master'. She does not want to give this man her virginity or her will. She hates that she is wishing someone would come and save her. In the past she has always saved herself.
"Lets go." Santana gestures to the Asian man once more and they each take a firm grip of each of her upper arms. Their fingers dig painfully into her flesh, there is no way they are letting her go. That they both fear punishment from their Master so much is perhaps her most worried thought of the evening. For the first time in her entire life, she finds herself wishing she wasn't a virgin, that she had let Noah talk her into doing it with him last year. Although she didn't love him she could have given her virginity to him freely instead of having it ripped from her from a man who probably cared very little for her pleasure if it was not directly related to his.
As she was marched through corridor after corridor she barely lifted from her thoughts enough to register the sheer opulence of the place that was now technically her home. Every wall was lined with wallpaper in exquisite tones of soft browns and greys, although they were the colours that surrounded her in the slums upon these walls they looked somehow different, the rich, thick material made the colours come alive in ways they never had before. The floorboards under her bare feet were some kind of varnished dark wood that was smooth and cool as she walked upon it.
The two people either side of her stopped abruptly at a large, ornately carved, wooden door. Santana knocked once with the hand that was not crushed around Rachel's arm. The door opened and she was thrust inside sharply, making her stumble and fall to her knees inside the doorway. She whipped her head around quickly but the door was already shut with Santana and her silent Asian friend nowhere to be seen.
Her knees throb at the sudden impact with the unyielding floor and her heart pounds in her chest. She is almost hyperventilating, with fear as she attempts to pull herself to her feet, she did not think she would be left alone with him this quickly.
"Stay where you are." She hears from somewhere in front of her. His voice is warm and sumptuous, like the chocolate her fathers used to buy for her on special occasions. It sends a shiver down her spine. She hears footsteps come towards her and circle her prone form, she is too terrified to raise her eyes and look at him. It makes this all real.
He crouches down in front of her and she can feel the heat from his body radiating towards her. His fingers grip her chin firmly as he brings her eyes up to meet his. She sees his face for the first time and lets out a soft gasp. He is stunningly beautiful in the most masculine way possible.
"Well then, what do we have here?" His breath is a whispered caress against her face as he speaks. She feels a jolt in her stomach and she gulps. She feels the strength in his fingers as they move to grasp the back of her neck. The hold is possessive and commanding. She cannot move her head at all, he is forcing her to look him in the eyes. Her breath quickens once more as she sees the unconcealed darkness in him, he looks like he wants to devour her and she feels as if his eyes are stripping back all of the layers of her soul.
She has been in his presence for two minutes and already she knows that if she lets him, he will possess her completely. She cannot let that happen.
So what did you think? I'd really like to know people's thoughts as I've never written anything like this before. I'm going to attempt the kink in the next chapter but it could all go disastrously wrong lol.
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