Chapter Twenty

She had gotten used to the cage. They treated her like a dog though. Her dinner was dropped into a bowl and she was made to eat without utensils, or her hands. And that was when they fed her. They would clip the wrist cuffs behind her back, but Dwayne would let her use them when the others weren't home. Water was similar, except when they poured it straight into her mouth and took pleasure watching her sputter and choke. One of them had a short whip at all times and they rarely left her alone unless she was chained up or caged. She was quickly learning her routine, and being punished regularly when she slipped up and for not performing adequately.

When Byron walked in the door, she immediately stopped what she was doing and greeted him at the door. "Kneel," he commanded.

She complied, knowing her duty. She unbelted him and unzipped his pants. Her hands quickly found his cock and began stroking it until he was hard. She waited for the command.

"Suck Addison."

It was her job to greet him every day and do as he wished. Most often it was a blowjob. He loved her mouth on him. And she was learning fast. When he was finished with her, he usually smacked her ass and sent her back to complete her chores. But today he grabbed her leash and dragged her into the backroom. She hadn't been confined in there for a week, the last time they had company over. She had heard them tell their guests that the cage was for their Great Dane who was currently at the vet.

As time progressed, more things had been thrown into the room for her training, bondage, and imprisonment. Clipping her wrist cuffs together, he used the pulley system to pull her arms tightly above her head. The pulley system was the first thing they had assembled from what Abigor left them. The rest of the straps and ropes and harnesses were scattered on the table that was in the room now. She was hit by a wave of heat and noticed that it was sweltering in the room. Her ankles were chained to the floor and a bar inserted between them to keep them apart. Then he left her. Usually this bondage led to a beating, but she had never been left like this.

The few minutes that it had taken him to restrain her had left her sweating in the suppressing heat. She knew the routine. She knew her duty. But she was far from broken. She dreamed of escape.

They came in several minutes later.

"You sure we hafta do this?" Dwayne asked. He was carrying a long metal rod with something flat and shaped attached to the end.

"We are selling her, Dwayne Yes, she has to be branded a slave. We are following Abigor's orders," Chris said. "She's a money maker for us. Don't forget that."

He shot her a look that said 'I'm sorry' but nodded.

"And since you've got all these doubts recently, you can do the branding."

Branding? Addison thought. She had no idea what they were talking about.

"Why can't it be a tattoo?"

"Because," Chris said. "I want to do it this way. Now, get that thing hot!"

Dwayne and Byron went to the far side of the room and moved some stuff around. She then heard and saw a small fire going in the corner, the source of the sweltering heat. Chris walked over to her.

"Addison," he said, and she looked at him. "You are nearing the end of your stay with us. What a short month it's been. As soon as Abigor finds a market for you, we'll have to say goodbye. And I can assure you that your new masters will not be as kind to you as we have been."

He drew the words out slowly as he ran his hands over her body. She did not respond, he could hit her at any moment with the belt he held in one.

"So this is the next step of your breaking."

This time he slapped the leather against her slick sides.

"But you'll have to be kept quiet," he said, and he produced a large wad of material which he pushed into her mouth. She could see herself perfectly in the mirror and watched as he stepped behind her and continued to run his hands over her body. It only served to heighten her current sense of terror at what they were going to do to her. "Are you two done yet?"

"Yeah, yeah," Byron walked back over to Chris. "What do you want me to do?"

"She's going to squirm, so we're going to have to hold her still. You get that side." Chris told him what to do. They secured her between them. Chris then stepped between her legs and over the bar, pulling her legs back as far as they could go. "Dwayne?"

He appeared in front of her and her eyes widened. The end of the metal rod he was holding was now flaming orange with heat. Now she knew what they meant by brand. She was going to be branded like cattle. Dwayne seemed to hesitate and she wrenched herself violently.

"Dwayne, do it now," Chris snarled. "Right where we talked about."

The smaller man took a deep breath and stepped towards her, ramming the hot iron into her skin. The pain was so blinding she couldn't even scream. The breath left her lungs and she was certain her heart stopped beating. He forced it against her skin, holding the almost molten surface steady as her skin burned. The smell of her burning flesh filled the room and when it reached her nose she screamed. It was a shrill, piercing scream unlike any other. The gag hardly muffled it. Dwayne forced the brand deeper into her skin before ripping it away. Skin tore as it pulled free of her body and he quickly doused it in a bucket of water sitting nearby. Byron and Chris let go of her. She struggled, the lingering, searing pain still causing her unbearable agony.

"Get in there, Byron," Chris said. "Get that charred skin off of her." The muscular man reluctantly did as he was told, adding to her cries of agony. When he stepped away, she forced herself to look in the mirror. She wished she hadn't. An interlocking C and M were together inside a circle, the brand was raw and angry against the once smooth plain of her hip. "Those are your father's initials, right?"

They looked at her with evil smiles, and watched as her spirit broke.