Part III
Notes: Yes, this will be a Quinntana fic. I've already changed it in the description of the fic. However, with the tags I've decided to keep it the same because Rachel will play a very important role, but do not mistake it for what the pairing will be, as I've already made that clear in the description and now this A/N. Enjoy the new update.
"What is it Rachel?" Quinn asked looking at the reflection of Rachel in her vanity set mirror.
Quinn placed her brush down and opened the top drawer to the vanity, taking out bottles of perfume, blush, concealer, and eye-liner. She thoughtfully looked over her choice of lipstick before placing it on top of the vanity.
"I'm sorry to intrude Miss." Rachel started. "I just- are you sure this is what you should do?"
Quinn watched Rachel enter the room through the mirror. Seeing the tension appear in Quinn's shoulders caused Rachel to cower for a moment. She knew Quinn hated to be questioned, from a slave the most, and while Rachel was given plenty of pardons due to her status of the house, this was a topic that Quinn drew the line on.
"Forgive me, Miss!" Rachel cried. "I didn't mean to second guess your choices. I worry about you."
Rachel felt a small pool of panic settle in her chest. She knew she had no place to show anything, but how she can please her Mistress. Quinn had never been the type of owner to use her slaves for physical pleasure and enjoyment. Rachel had more value to her.
"What if Master doesn't agree with this? We have plenty of slaves." Rachel informed.
"I will tell him I wanted another personal maid. He's agreed to you and with time he will with another," Quinn answered. "However, I won't tell him of my true intentions. He expects you to be my carrier, but unfortunately things aren't working out."
Rachel gulped, feeling a ball form in her throat and a fresh flood of tears. Quinn pulled Rachel into a hug. She had every right to say what she deemed necessary, but to see Rachel in a fit of sobs and tears would be too difficult to deal with. Rachel latched on to Quinn's waist.
"You are still so important to me Rachel." Quinn whispered, stroking a hand down brown strands. "Don't you forget or dare question that. You mean so much to me." She kissed Rachel's brown hair.
Rachel sniffled, blinking back a tear about to fall. The entire situation was unfair, but what would be the most unfair is to drag Quinn down with her. Rachel nodded and swiped a finger under nose. Quinn released her.
"We can talk about this later." Quinn agreed. "I need to get ready."
"Of course Miss." Rachel sighed. "I understand."
Quinn gave Rachel one last hug; the light sound of sniffling filling the room.
"Help me get ready." Quinn requested.
Rachel opened Quinn's closet, while she continued to apply makeup to her face. They worked in the room in silence.
"You're still not going to talk about it?" Kitty asked, fluffing up her pillow.
Santana pulled the cot away from the wall and picked up Kitty's sheet. The cot wasn't that much of a difference from sleeping on the floor, but it wasn't as cold as the concrete floor. Kitty had no complaints sharing it with her. The additional body heat was appreciated during the times the temperature dropped during the night.
"I've told you already Kitty. I don't have anything to say." Santana groaned. "Can we go to bed without your bitching for once?"
Kitty let out a huff of discontent and laid down. Santana curled in next to her with the shared sheet over their bodies. She rolled over to see Kitty's hazel eyes staring at her.
"If you don't tell me I won't give you some of the chocolate chip cookies Ryder gave me today." Kitty threatened.
Santana sighed. She hasn't had cookies in a year. Kitty grinned watching Santana conflicted between spilling her time with Quinn again or how badly did she want those cookies. Kitty yanked the blanket up to her chin when the door to the cell slid open with a sharp grind of screeching metal. Santana watched the shadow of Sebastian in the door way splayed out on the wall.
The romps of his boots were tapping through the silent cell. It stopped after two steps. Santana pressed a finger to her lips as Kitty looked back at her frightened. Sebastian only came into the cell after hours for two reasons, someone made too much noise and should be sleeping, and if the guards wanted some fun with the girls.
Santana had tried to cover Kitty with her body to hope he hadn't finally chosen her. He had too much fun with newcomers, finding there was a need to expose them to what he referred to as tradition of the brothel.
"Santana!" Sebastian shouted. "Get over here!"
Kitty shivered.
"Roll over and close your eyes." Santana instructed, before sliding from underneath the blanket.
She stationed herself two steps away from him. He looked her over in annoyance before clamping a collar around her neck. He quickly hooked a leash to it and yanked her out the door. A guard slammed it shut and Kitty sat up terrified.
"I don't know what she sees in you." Sebastian spat. "I don't trust doing this with you, but she insisted and don't think because I'm not there I won't find out and send a five man team to catch you."
Santana watched Sebastian walk passed the stairs leading to the second floor and headed to the front entrance. She felt a tickle of fear in her stomach as she entered unfamiliar ground. Sebastian exited the brothel and Santana spotted a black limo over Sebastian's shoulder. The passenger door opened from inside and Rachel stepped out.
"Hello Santana." She greeted. "The Mistress has instructed I pick you up to prepare you for tonight's event. I'll handle it from her Mr. Smyth, thank you."
Sebastian handed over the leash and went back inside. Rachel entered the limo first and helped Santana settle inside. The colorful strobe lights and spacious design of the limo did little to calm Santana's nerves.
She was going to be on a ride with a person she knew little about other than her name. The slam of the car door brought Santana back to Rachel who had silently removed the collar from Santana's neck, replacing it with red collar made of suede covered with diamonds, and on the ring was a tag with etched with the letter S on the plate.
Rachel raked her fingers through Santana's long hair before taking a brush to try and take out the knots. A bunch of painful strokes later, she managed to get Santana's hair smooth and presentable. She proceeded to form Santana's hair into a neat long braid in the center of her back.
Santana had found it strange that Rachel had been meticulous in grooming her without a single word. A weight in the center of her neck drew attention to Santana's collar where Rachel attached a rich red leash made of polished leather.
"I'll need your help getting this on." Rachel instructed, presenting to Santana what she could only describe it as a black leather looking diaper.
"What the hell is that?!" Santana growled.
Rachel looked over the strange instrument, with a relaxed demeanor.
"It's a chastity belt." Rachel answered. "The Mistress insisted I have you wear it for tonight's date."
Santana moved back, glaring between the belt and Rachel. She wanted nothing to do with it. It looked painful and completely uncomfortable. It had no opening and from the sides Santana can make out buckles with a padlock. This item had no intention of giving Santana the right to get herself free.
"Please don't make me force this on you?" Rachel sighed. "I would hate to disappoint the Mistress too."
Santana had little say in the choice of clothing, should it be considered an article of clothing in the beginning. She has never seen a design of its kind, and Santana has been forced to use every toy known to man for her clients. She slid over, allowing Rachel to put her leg through the hole.
"I'll go over the rules when you are attending with the Mistress in public." Rachel started.
Santana was left to sit in the limo, trying to contain herself from spiraling into a fit of panic. She had no information on where she was going, or where Quinn was. Rachel had been stubborn to not reveal anything.
The rules had been simple enough; the usual. Santana was to not make eye-contact, remain silent unless spoken to, remain by Quinn's side at all times, and be obedient to Quinn's every command. It gave no clue to what Quinn had in store for her. Rachel's calm behavior didn't help.
Santana still couldn't understand why Quinn wanted a night with her. And while the fact of Quinn's half-demon lineage still upset Santana it had less of an angry effect like the first time they met. Her lack of a feisty reaction had given Santana little concern. Quinn treated Santana better than all the clients she's been with.
Santana's skin tingled as she remembered the climax Quinn gave her with little effort. A jolt of anxious energy shot into Santana's leg, causing it to shake. She couldn't contain how excited she felt at the thought of getting the chance to cum again. For once, she didn't have to fake it.
Santana watched the limo pull up into the parking lot of an area she has never seen. The majority of the state of Ohio was destroyed. The demons had knocked down most of the human structures, only keeping those of an ancient design and they had a strong liking for Gothic buildings. Whatever landmark they deemed important was rebuild with Gothic architecture.
Of course, churches or anything holy were left to rubble. Not that it bothered Santana. Her generation grew up without a religion, especially being that it was illegal. Any building that was completely intact was owned by demons. Humans lived on the streets and if they were lucky in partially erected buildings the demons didn't find worth completely destroying.
The limo came to a complete stop and Santana could see a line of guest in black shiny leather clothing, waiting to get inside. Santana hesitated to exit. Rachel opened the door.
"I'll walk you through the club." Rachel stated. "Come with me."
The least expected possibility of what this building could be was a club. Santana had little time to think of why such a place like that exists as Rachel exited the limo and took a hold of Santana's leash. The limo door was closed and it drove away, bringing a rush of fear into Santana as she stood in the parking lot completely exposed. It didn't help that she was wearing the contraption around her waist with a collar and leash that had been too decorative for Santana's taste.
Rachel walked in front of her without a tremor in her step. She was aware of the eyes on her, but it had no effect on her as it did on Santana. The people in this group were demons, some half-breeds, humans who were without a doubt their pets. Santana had felt so misplaced, but the hungry eyes of the club-goers had seen her as a prized possession made of gold.
"Hi Sam!" Rachel smiled.
The blonde-haired and blue-eyed guard at the door smiled at Rachel. He looked human for the most part, if he didn't smile as inside his unusually large mouth were a row of razor sharp teeth and he had pointed long ears. The color to his skin was a slight tint of red. Santana fought back the reflex to jump when he glanced at her.
"This must be Santana." Sam noted. "Quinn has been waiting for you. Go on through. Quinn is in her usual room."
He waved at Rachel as she passed him and Santana tread into the club as if she were walking on eggshells. Sam had been kind, or he had tried, but his appearance had been too unsettling for Santana. The anxiety in Santana increased when she reached the inside of the club.
The music was deafening, filling Santana's head with a dull hum and punching bass. It was much too dim, but had some light due to the blinkers on the ceiling. A thick puff of smoke from cigarettes filtered the room. The room was full of demons that proudly showed off their naked pets with pride. Some of the humans had outfits designs to show off their body modifications Santana was sure their owners forced them to wear. The more tame and usual modifications she found in the group were nipple piercings with interesting jewelries, some that even lit up.
A lot of club-goers were adorned in black leather, some in shiny black or red latex, bright make up, and boots with obseenly tall heels. Santana wondered how the wearer moved around at all. Not a single human was off a leash, but they didn't seem bothered by it.
Santana was brought upstairs to the balcony of the club and at the end of the floor was a velvet red curtain covering the VIP room of the club. Pulling back the curtain revealed a door and Rachel knocked before opening it.
Inside, Santana was speechless. Quinn had her back toward Santana, pouring two cups full of water from a pitcher. She was wearing a beautifully laced red corset with sheer lace thigh high stockings, red and three inch heels. As she turned around Santana noted the cleavage exposed from the corset and a black ribbon tied into a bow in the front, but what shocked Santana the most was a lack of a mask.
Quinn walked over with a smile and kissed Santana's cheek, lingering longer than she should have. Santana turned to eagerly reach Quinn's lips, but had a finger pressed to her lips to still her. Santana gulped.
She had been just as beautiful as Kitty described her. Pink plush lips, with a rounded face, pale complex with a tint of red in her cheeks, and thick shoulder length blonde hair. Quinn's hand cupped Santana's waist to bring her closer, so that their bodies were together. Santana has seen plenty of half-breeds. Quinn had to be the most human and attractive one Santana had ever seen.
"You have to earn your right for affection." Quinn grinned. "You look amazing."
Santana opened her mouth, but found it difficult to form a single word. Quinn laughed before quickly kissing Santana's lips and pulled at her bottom lip. She gasped.
"Thank you for bringing her here Rachel. I've already spoken with Brittany about your ride home." Quinn spoke, keeping her eyes on Santana the entire time.
"Good night Miss." Rachel muttered, exiting.
Santana gulped. She had felt the most exposed with Quinn's eyes on her. The way her eyes sparkled and darkened as she watched Santana it had made her body shiver the most out of everyone else in this club. And while she was a quivering mess what made Santana confused was how badly she wanted Quinn to touch her.
"I can still smell you." Quinn noted. "Even through this." She pointed to the belt surrounding Santana's hips.
The room became ten degrees hotter. Santana's mind was a mess of wanting to keep her tough exterior up because at the end of the night Santana would end up back in the brothel and she would still remain a whore. While all Santana wanted was to have sex with Quinn and that was a whole different experience on its own for Santana.
Santana gulped. "I...reflex."
Quinn's brow rose to such a honest statement. The way she smiled gave Santana some relief to see she had said something less offensive.
"Give me your wrist." Quinn gently said.
Without a single thought, Santana lifted her arm. Quinn slipped a blue band on to her arm. She kept her hand on to Santana's palm, rubbing her thumb along the back of Santana's hand. The small contact of skin was enough to take a little edge off.
"Now everyone will know I don't want to share you." Quinn proudly spoke.
"Uh – where are we?" Santana asked.
Quinn led Santana to the couch where she offered her a cup of water. The sip had done little to calm her nervous. Quinn moved over to be sitting close to Santana's side. A hand rested on to Santana's thigh, but remained still.
"We're in a BDSM club." Quinn answered.
Santana jumped. "W-What?"
Quinn firmly squeezed Santana's thigh; a finger starting the soft trail of circular patterns just above Santana's knee to sooth her. Quinn kissed Santana's cheek, bringing her attention back to Quinn's face.
"Relax." Quinn hushed. "You're safe here. Brittany has very strict rules."
"Who?" Santana questioned.
She nearly forgot she asked as Quinn's lips drew closer to her own. Instead of pressing their lips together, however, Quinn decided to kiss Santana's neck. A finger brushed over the front of the chastity belt and Santana cursed the thing for getting in the way of her only time of contact with Quinn's hand. The memory of how she got her to be a whining mess with just a few strokes of her clit made Santana flinch and whimper.
"She's the one who owns this club with her boyfriend, Samuel. You've met him. They're both an old family friend." Quinn answered. "She's very nice. She isn't like most demons. She treats the slaves with respect. I've learned a lot from her."
Santana looked Quinn over and scooted back, a tic of repulsion springing her body into action. The anxious feelings that had come earlier in the car returned with a much stronger urge.
"Is this what you're into?" Santana asked.
"Yes, but we won't be doing anything tonight. It's much too soon." Quinn informed.
Santana was startled. Quinn had been honest in her response with the same calm expression. Santana had a difficult time letting Quinn's answer sink in. The evidence was clear. She had seen for herself what the club held. She's heard of these clubs, but as far as she knew it was just rumors because a club in general wouldn't normally interest a demon.
But if it brought in money it would bound to bring about someone who was willing to dabble in this business. Santana wouldn't have expected Quinn to have such an interest in this type of night life.
"What?" Santana scoffed. "Then what is this for?"
"It will serve its purpose soon." Quinn assured. "I am not going to subject you to anything extreme. I need your complete trust and willingness for that."
Santana glared. Did it mean that Quinn was certain Santana would give into her? Santana had no intention of being obedient. She trusted no demon, half-breed or not and humans, aside from Kitty, Santana had no one else to trust.
"Stop making me feel like I matter." Santana hissed.
Quinn showed no anger. She held a sympathetic face. It further agitated Santana.
"But you do matter." Quinn stated. "You matter to me. Why else would I bring you here? I wanted to show you more about myself."
Quinn closed the gap between them and put a hand to the back of Santana's head. She kissed Santana's forehead before moving to the corner of her mouth. She can hear the rapid beat of Santana's heart. Quinn noticed even the tiny tremor in Santana's bottom lip.
"Tell me about you?" Quinn asked. "Were you born a slave?"
It had been such a neutral toned questioned, with not a single trace of malice in it. Quinn had no intention of belittling Santana. She had genuine curiosity. Santana had still been sour about her predicament.
Santana broke their contact apart and paced around the room. She hated it here. It was too quiet. The room was too small. She could hear her thoughts and her instincts screaming at her to get away. She shouldn't trust Quinn. She shouldn't trust a demon. That was the logical part of her speaking. She knew how dangerous demons are. Santana's seen them. She turned around, trying to mask her tears with anger.
"I don't have to tell you anything." Santana snapped.
"That's right." Quinn agreed. "Whatever happens in this room will remain between us and whatever does happen is because you wanted it."
Quinn carefully got to her feet, slowly putting her arms around Santana's stomach. The hold was loose; lacking its strength Santana knew Quinn had. Quinn kissed the base of Santana's neck.
"Call me curious, but I find you fascinating." Quinn chuckled. "Do you know what I want from you?"
"For me to be your faithful and mindless puppet!" Santana spat, in rage.
Quinn ran her nose along the length of Santana's neck. "For you to willingly submit yourself to me not out of fear, but admiration and love, while in return you can be given something so rich nothing else can compare, and you have not the slightest idea what it is yet."
Santana gulped. Quinn placed her thumb against Santana's stomach moving it in a soft circular motion. The kiss from her neck moved to her shoulder and the space between her shoulder blades. The touches had been so tender with a sense of concern, as if Quinn had been trying to expose Santana of her internal wounds and heal them. Years of pain and hatred washing away and it scared Santana.
"I am giving you the life none of my kind is expected to ever give a mere slave." Quinn explained. "Do you know why I wanted you?"
Santana didn't trust herself to speak without a tremor in her voice and shook her head.
"You have everything I need." Quinn answered. She pressed her nose into Santana's neck and inhaled. "While you may physically have nothing to give, I see such high value in you, but you are not ready to know what it is until you've given me your trust." A kiss landed on to her neck. "Underneath this marred skin, you smell divine. You can give me what I seek and in return I can give you the peace and happiness you deserve."
Releasing Santana, Quinn looked over her exposed body. The stare hadn't been primal or vicious, but rather tender and enchanted. Santana shivered. Quinn pressed a hand to Santana's face and placed another down her back, going over every scar she could find three times before clasping on to Santana's hips.
"Such an attractive and supple body," Quinn commented. "There is potential and these scars do nothing to devalue you."
A small whimper came from her mouth. That had been enough for Quinn to spring forward and pull Santana into a kiss. It took every ounce of power in Quinn to keep the kiss short and light as she wanted more than anything to put Santana on the couch and watch her moan until she came. Quinn had been the one to end the kiss and needed a second to gain her control before looking back into brown chocolaty eyes.
Santana's heart was racing. The feeling back at the party was in no comparison to what she was feeling now. Her face burned as if she broke into an unpredictable fever and her legs were so weak, she was sure to fall to the floor any second. She wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck for balance.
"I grew up on the streets. My family lost their house in the raids when everything crashed. I was just a toddler." Santana admitted.
"I'm sorry that happened." Quinn apologized. "Demons had always been cruel things."
Santana felt tears build at the brim of her eye lids. She hated everything here. She hated the change of new world order and how useless humans were. They had no worthy value to them and living the life of a pet was not something Santana wanted, but it was turning out that way with Quinn around.
"They were drug dealers." Santana scoffed. "The demons were drug dealers and I thought they were okay at the time because they gave my dad a job. It gave us food to last the week. I didn't grow up starving."
With little resistance the tears dripped down Santana's face and she violently wiped them away. She hated crying, she hated showing weakness to anyone, especially a demon, but these feelings were things Santana had refused herself to feel the day she was brought to the brothel.
"My dad got attacked while he was delivering the drugs and lost everything. The dealers demanded he pay it all back with interest. Those greedy sons of bitches!" Santana spat. "That changed everything! My dad had to work harder. I helped him deliver more drugs from different people. Then mom died because she got sick from the stress. She was old." Santana wiped away a few more tears. "We couldn't afford the medicine! It was the flu. We should have saved her! We could have done something, but we had nothing."
Santana's teeth grind together with a scowl on her face. The memory of her dad did nothing but leave a bitter memory in comparison to her mother.
"That's how I ended up here. My dad couldn't handle mom's death and he couldn't handle raising me alone. So he sold me to a brothel at 17. It would pay off all is debt. I've never forgiven him for that." Santana glared.
Quinn's arm tied around her waist, pulling Santana closer to her side where their hips touched. The contact was nearly enough to ease all of Santana's tension and quell her anger. Quinn kissed her forehead.
Santana gulped as the kiss moved to her neck. She couldn't stop the moan that erupted past her lips as Quinn kissed her left breast and ran the tip of her tongue over the nipple. Quinn chuckled and kissed Santana's chin. She whimpered. Quinn led them back to the couch, laying Santana on her back and wedged herself between Santana's legs.
The blood in Santana's beating chest rushed to her head, drowning her in the blissful feeling of Quinn's hand stroking her thigh. Quinn placed her hands beside Santana's head and pressed her center against Santana's thigh. She groaned at the touch of hot liquid, smearing her skin.
"Look at you." Quinn panted. "So beautiful."
She dipped down, giving Santana a searing kiss that left her knees rubber. She opened her mouth to feel Quinn's tongue swiftly brush against the roof of her mouth and playfully tug at her bottom lip. Santana stared into swirling hazel and red eyes before shifting back to Quinn's pink and plush lips.
Quinn sat up, retrieving a small key from the table top and unlocked the padlock to Santana's chastity belt. It was removed and Quinn moved Santana's legs to have them bent and the back of her feet grazing the back of her thighs.
"Do you trust me?" Quinn asked.
She noticed the flinch in Santana's legs. Quinn reached down, kissing Santana's knee lovingly and kissed the second one. Santana couldn't figure out if she wanted to say yes because she wanted to get off because she was so horny, or because she really did trust Quinn. Both would be ludicrous, Quinn was a demon. Santana had no reason to be this turned on. She especially had no reason to trust them. She gulped.
"Yes." Santana exhaled.
Quinn grinned. She took a hold of Santana's hand and kissed each tip of her fingers before positioning it between Santana's legs.
"Touch yourself." Quinn ordered.
"W-What?" Santana whimpered.
"Have you never done it before?" Quinn asked.
Flustered and embarrassed Santana shook her head. She had no reason to masturbate. She grew up on the streets. The only concern she had as a kid was staying alive and trying not to end up getting raped. And of all the people she's been with at the brothel, none of them cared to see her rub one out. It wasn't a needed skill or behavior.
"A pity." Quinn sighed. "It feels really good right about here."
She directed Santana's finger to her clit and rubbed it firmly. Santana gasped. Seeing the amount of clear fluid from her center, Quinn took Santana's middle and ring finger and pushed it inside. Santana cried out as her fingers easily slipped through the folds down to the knuckles on her palm.
Santana started a steady push and pull of her fingers as they pulled down and curled once they went back inside. Quinn sat back, watching between the movement of Santana's hand and her facial expressions. She let out a loud cry as her fingers swiveled inside and she pressed her thumb against her clit.
In less than five minutes, Santana found herself covered in a sheet of sweat and near climax. Quinn moved in closer, keeping her eyes on Santana's hand and she let out a cry just as she came. A thread of clear fluid shot out, puddling on the couch and Santana lay back out of breath and motionless.
Quinn smiled, kissing Santana's knee and brushing back black pieces of hair from her sticky face. She had to help Santana sit back up and gave her a cup of water to cool her down. Santana leaned over, seeking Quinn's lips, to which she granted with a sweet and soft kiss.
"Can you stand?" Quinn asked.
Santana took a hold of Quinn's wrist and they stood together with the help of Quinn for support.
"Let me show you around the club." Quinn stated.
"What about -"
"We don't need it anymore." Quinn assured. She could sense Santana's uneasiness. "As long as you have the wristband you're safe."
Quinn put Santana's leash back on and put an arm around her waist.
"Do you still trust me?" Quinn questioned.
"Yes." Santana swiftly answered.
Quinn smiled and led them out of the room.
