Back with another.

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New York

As Fin was leaving the precinct that night, he stopped on the outside steps to adjust his scarf. He hated February in New York, the northeast period. The cold was more brutal than it was all winter and this time, every year he wished he was in California eating avocados rather than putting up with this weather. He pulled the furry hood on his coat and thanked God that at least it wasn't snowing while cursing himself that he didn't drive to work. It was late and freezing. Pissed, he started to walk towards the subway instead of calling an uber..

About halfway down the empty block, he thought he heard someone and quickly stopped and turned around. Seeing no one there, he started on his way again. Further down the block, he heard it again. It was definitely a person and Fin stopped right there and turned around again to see nobody, but he let it be known just as well:

"It late, it's cold, I'm tired and I will shoot yo ass!"

There was a pause before a voice spoke up.

"Don't. Please." The man's voice said. Low and deep. "I just want to talk" He nervously came out from the shadow where he was hidden in the doorway of a building not ten feet away.

Fin squinted trying to see him before the streetlight caught the man and there he was, almost face-to-face with Fin who looked him over. He was a white man, about forty-six, tall, about six-foot and he was wearing sweats with a large bulky coat on and a sweater cap through which you could see traces of his salt and pepper hair. He stepped closer and Fin saw that he was growing a beard of the same color but he looked sleep deprived, like he'd gone at least a week without it.

"Can we-can we maybe go somewhere and talk?" The man asked Fin, pleadingly.

"I don't know you. Why should I?"

"You shouldn't. I don't know, if I were in your shoes I probably wouldn't either… but I'm desperate," the man said with tears in his voice as he looked over his shoulders alarming Fin. "I um...they're coming for me and if I have to die I want to go with a clean conscience...I need to tell you before…."

"This could be a trap"

"I swear it's not"

"And why me?"

"Because I know she was your partner."

Those words struck Fin hard and before he knew it, he had the man pinned up against a building. "What did you say?"

"Amanda...that's her name right? Please, you have to hear me out!" The man begged as Fin stood there, his arm pressed against the man's throat. Angrily, he looked in the man's eyes but what he saw in them held no malice, no ill intent. Fin saw that this man was being serious, and he saw something else too: fear and he let him go, backing up.

"We'll go to the bar down the street. We can get a booth and nobody will disturb us. Come on." Fin instructed the man and they walked off together.

Amanda, yesterday.

Damian fucked me until I couldn't take him anymore. There I was, on the dining room table, trembling from cumming so hard while he stood over me, squeezing my breasts to draw milk and then rubbing it all over my body.

"You're insatiable!" I managed to squeak out just as he made his way down my body and began to rub my pussy; that sent me moaning loudly as I yelped. I was still so sensitive from my orgasm that was still coursing through me and his hand sent more sensations.

"Put your legs up; let me see" Looking at my swollen pussy, to see it red and gaping obscenely from his cock and dripping with fluids I'd learned was a turn on for him. But still, I begged.

"Please…" He had ravaged my body and I had no more to give. For days that's all we did and I couldn't go any further.

"Seraphine, don't turn this beautiful moment into an ugly one." He spoke with a beautiful iciness, one that made me know that it wasn't a choice.

There I was, naked on the dining room table for all to see, though thankfully they just went about their business as if this was normal; hell, in this life it was normal. I quickly pulled my legs back as he wanted. Him staring at my freshly fucked cunt then putting four fingers inside me; it was almost instantaneous how fast I began squirting when those fingers began moving inside me causing me to scream as intense pressure took over.

He quickly flipped me over and forced his massive cock into my asshole, pounding it with sheer force as he held my hands behind my back and I cried out loud with the tears that had filled my eyes. I hated to love this. I hated that even though it was essentially rape, when I had him or anyone inside me, as long as they weren't causing me physical injury, I loved this. I know that I'll hurt later; hell I already feel it but he's so. Damn. Big. And it just feels so good. He was slamming it into my ass at a punishing pace as I screamed!

Quickly he released my arms and grabbed my neck, putting just enough pressure to choke me with both of his large hands. He didn't slow down or stop his thrusting, in fact, he was going even faster now and I could tell he was ready to cum and he did. Shooting what felt like tons of hot semen into my bowels and fucking me especially hard and deep, slowly as he came. It seemed like a gallon of it leaked to the floor, running down my legs as he finally pulled out of me and I stayed there, bent over the table and again questioning my mindstate.

"You'll make beautiful babies." he said, then just as quickly bent and gave a lingering kiss to my head before he walked off, leaving me lying there in shock.

I slowly turned around, picking my torn robe and panties up from the floor. Babies? I thought and then I laughed, sadly. They'd taken my babies; any chance that I would ever have any. If I had known that being pregnant with Thomas-

"Don't think about it" I told myself, but it was hard. I was a young woman and even if I survived this, I would never have children. It's funny because I never even knew if I wanted them but to not have the choice… I wiped tears away as I walked to the staircase.

…

I couldn't stop thinking about what Damian had said, all through that day and the next. "You'll make beautiful babies." I know that on his part, it was just something he'd said in the moment; an utterance. He couldn't have meant it, nor could he have known what Master had done to me in taking my ovaries but when he said it, nonetheless it still stung.

I came up from the bottom of the tub where I had been lying submerged, and quickly drew my breath as I wiped my face and slicked my hands over my hair.

At least they could never drown me! I thought, realizing just how long I'd been under. I then hit the massage jets to work out some of the pain in various body parts. Not much I could do for what was below my waist though, except be thankful that I'd get a break.

Damian left me alone. I'm assuming he had to travel for business; or his wife. It's something I've wondered in the few days I've been here, is there a woman, children? Something other that he goes to when he leaves this place? And if there is a wife, is she aware of what goes on here, and just turns a blind eye to it, or is she in the dark?

I wonder what his last name is, and is this; me; am I his life? Not me as a whole, but the business in which he acquires women (I know I'm not the first), and uses them, kills them, so he says. Is this his life, or is there more?

Right after he fucked me on the dining room table this morning, he informed me that he'd be gone for two days; that's it. Nothing further. He'd be gone for two days and I was to behave. Ha! Joke's on him because I'm gonna take these two days and try to find a way out!

I once again started to think; if I had something for 30 days only, would I leave it for two of those days, especially if I were trying to achieve a goal? I wouldn't. In fact, if I were trying to achieve something in such a timeframe, I wouldn't leave that something alone at all! Which once again, led me, and I prayed not erroneously, to believe my original line of thinking even more: He doesn't want to kill me. But what he does want?

...children. I've got to stop obsessing over what was said. And on that, I lay back in the massive tub and soaked amongst the bubbles.

...

That afternoon…

I woke from my nap in literally the worst pain I had ever been in! I swear, I've been tied and severely beaten while raped repeatedly and none of the agony I suffered then could compare to what I was experiencing now! I tried to get out of bed, thinking that maybe if I could stand and maybe walk, it would help but the pain in my abdomen was so bad, I literally doubled over the second I got up and clutched the covers in my fists as I curled up on the bed. My breaths were coming in gasps as I groaned. I'd never felt anything like this and it quickly drove me to tears. The pain felt like someone had a remote and was using it to twist my insides up in knots; knots that just got tighter as they were stabbed with a red-hot knife.

I hadn't had a period since last summer when they butchered me but this pain felt like something was exploding in my uterus and had me shaken it hurt so bad and I squeezed my eyes shut as I buried my face into the closest pillow. I was obviously failing to take this pain and I screamed into it.

...

After I got through that episode, feeling somewhat weakened by it, but I got dressed anyway, if you could call it that, and went about the house to walk it off. While doing so, I tried talking to the staff, but was met with immediate ignoring as they went about their day. At least in masters house, the slaves, we had each other to talk to. Here, it was just me and when Damian wasn't around, it was like being locked in a museum. I had no one. And after having gone through those few minutes of pain, I now wondered if it would have done me any good if I had called out to someone. It was obvious that they weren't to talk to me so what would have been the point?

First thing I did was go in search of anything that could tell me where I was in the world. The newspapers that I had seen this morning, maybe they were a start that could help. It's not as if I could read French, but something, anything that could give me a clue. It had crossed my mind that Damian just had them out in the open like that to throw me off, but what if in trying to trick me he left another clue somewhere? I couldn't see anything off in the distance from this house. No buildings that could mark where I was, no landmarks. Maybe I was being naive in thinking that I was in Paris. Maybe we were in some other part of France, or maybe we weren't in France at all but I'd find out. He made a mistake in leaving me alone and I was going to take full advantage these two days.

The second floor was nothing but bedrooms and en suites and I pretty much bypassed them. I decided to save the third floor for later. That was where the master bedroom and suites were and if there were any secrets to be held in this place, they'd probably be there. So, I decided to search around the first floor. Library, movie theater, sauna. Kitchen, two dining rooms, two bathrooms, a living room, home office, even a huge ballroom and a solarium. I looked around them all and finally decided to search the office and on the way there, I saw the housekeeper leaving that room as I turned the corner and I backed up, standing just behind the column as I waited for her to pass before I slid in, almost catching the hem of my kaftan in the door as I closed it. What was this man's obsession with long and sheer?

I had to stop for a moment. If there were anything of real importance, such as a location, would it be in an open, unlocked office?

"Only one way to find out" I thought as I crept away from the door, careful not to make any noise that would alert them I was in here. But then didn't Damian say that I was free to move around the house and it was him who informed me that none of the doors would be locked, so I couldn't possibly get in trouble for this...could I?

I decided not to press my luck. I knew better than anyone how these men could say one thing while meaning something else and I knew the punishment that came with it. The lights stayed off even though it was getting close to being dark.

I immediately went about searching for the newspapers, tearing through the bottoms of the book cases, but it was obvious that they weren't here. The room was very neat, and clear of any and all clutter. There wasn't so much as a loose paperclip in sight, and that worried me as I closed the empty cabinets and stood up from the floor.

Looking around, I noticed there was a computer on the desk and I hurried over to it and turned it on, eagerly drumming my fingers on the desk as I nervously waited the three seconds it took to power up.

Dammit!

It was password protected. I quickly typed in three random guesses- all wrong. I didn't know him well enough for this, but how hard could it be? I thought as I snooped around the desk and thought about it. The surface was clean. No mail, no clutter, nothing to indicate that this office was even being used. It would be just my luck to have open access to a basically empty office. I then turned my attention to the drawers; well, drawer. There was only one in this massive desk and it was locked.

"The fuck…" I cursed my frustration in a whisper and began to look for something I could pick the lock with. Nothing on the desk, I got up and ran to the shelves that lined the wall- books, books, and still more books. A Statue here and there, and a couple of boxes that look like ivory but who knows?

"Why is there nothing of use in this room?" I was getting frustrated, fast and decided that I needed to calm down. "...you'll get a couple of hair pins from your room and come back...easy." I said and looked around the room again to make sure I hadn't missed anything before I left. I was halfway out the door when I realized that I forgot to turn off the computer. Quickly I ran back, tripping on my hem and hitting my breast on the corner of the desk as I stopped myself from completely going down.

FUUUUUUCK!

I cried in my head as I punched the chair and forced myself to breathe as I cupped my tit, then realizing that the door was now open, I turned off the computer and hurried out, shutting the door.

…

"Miss Seraphine…" The cook said as I started to go up the stairs. I ignored him at first, not hearing him since I was used by now to these people here not addressing me at all.

"Miss Seraphine…" He repeated, to which I turned around, all too happy to finally be getting some contact.

"Yes? I'm sorry" I apologized as I walked down the three steps that I had already climbed in order to be level with the man. He was tiny. Shorter than I was with a paunch belly and he was balding, salt & pepper hair with beautiful tanned skin.

"No worry." Quite effeminate too. "What are you… uh, like for supper?" he said in his very broken English.

"A huge bacon cheeseburger with a mountain of fries and a cold beer." I said all too quickly. It had been so long since anybody gave me a real choice, since anyone asked me anything although I knew it wouldn't happen. And the way he looked at me, I knew that he was was confused so I changed my answer. "Um, anything is fine as long as there's a lot of it... I'm kind of hungry"

That was a lie. I was starving! Damian had fucked me through breakfast this morning and after my bath, I was so tired, I went right down for a nap and slept through lunch.

"Very good. I will-" he thought a moment before he finished. "do you something nice?" He smiled.

"Thank you…?" I wondered in search of his name.

"Abel. 'uedharni min fadalik." He said and disappeared.

I had gotten off on the landing to the second floor when I heard voices and looked above me. There, on the third floor, talking to one of the maids, was the security guard I had seen when I was in the library.

Gotta admit, in another life, this guy would be really good looking; tall, from what I can see under his suit he's built well and between his cafè au lait skin and his bald head he… "Snap out of it!" I said to myself, quickly pulling back so he wouldn't see me and waited until the maid had moved on before I headed up the stairs, acting surprised when I ran into him.

"Oh...I didn't know there was anyone up here." I said, my hand to my chest to fake shock. It didn't escape me that my breasts were on display, high and proud underneath the long, sheer kaftan I wore. The guard stood there and looked at me curiously through his long lashes, making me nervous but when I saw him lower his eyes to take stock of what was in front of him I was able to relax. I could feel his eyes on my body. My legs, my breasts where they settled for a moment and I hated it. But I'd worry later, right now I'd use whatever it took to get out.

He looked up at me, meeting my eyes before he spoke. "Can I help you find something?"

Hmm, heavy Spanish accent. I spoke some Spanish. Well, enough Spanish.

"¿Tu hablas español?" I asked, jutting my assets out so he couldn't ignore them.

He again looked me over, surprised, I guess that this very white girl could put together two words in another language and I could tell he was wondering if he should even be talking to me. But another look at my tits, one so subtle that he thought I didn't see and an even more subtle sucking of his lips. He decided that he should take a chance.

"Sí. ¿Necesitas algo?

"Not really. Solo...estaba haciendo un recorrido por la casa. It's such a big place." Not really. I mean it was huge, but compared to the estate I'd come from, this was the size of my old apartment in Brooklyn.

"I take it you haven't seen it all?" Was he now wearing a suggestive grin? This would be interesting.

"No, I've uh...estado un poco ocupado; if you know what I mean." And I could tell that he knew exactly what I meant with the way that he smiled. Hell, I wondered if he hasn't listened to Damian fucking me these last few days. "...so, I was wondering, what is there to do around here to pass the time?" I was laying it on thick, making sure to twirl my hair around my finger before flipping it behind my shoulder.

He looked like a lost puppy.

"I would think Mr. Damian would keep you very...VERY- ¿O su polla no es suficiente para ti?"

I smiled a big bright smile. This guy disgusted me already, but he seemed receptive and I would not allow the way I felt to betray me. So, smiling even bigger, even brighter…

"Well maybe I need something else" I suggested, running a finger along his lapel as he looked down at me.

"Tell me; what do you think you're doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…" he said and grabbed my hand, twisting it behind my back as he shoved me against wall. I could feel his breath on my neck as he tightened his hold on my arm. I refused to cry though it felt like he'd rip my arm from the socket. "What do you think, little girl, huh? You think that I haven't come across a you before? You're a nasty whore, ¡Una puta de mierda sin valor!" he spat hatefully as he ran his free hand over my breast, pulling at the ring in my nipple.

I flinched from the stinging pain in my nipple, praying that he'd stop and he did. Just as his hand had left my breasts and began to raise the fabric of my gown at the back.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" He said as he kissed my neck. "Isn't this what you were offering? What you were practically begging for?" He laughed as my tears began to run from my eyes. I underestimated him. At master's house, the guards didn't have permission to touch us. I assumed the same would be here and I was wrong. I had to stop this before it went too far.

"Damian won't-"

"And just who do you think I got my orders from? Sexual correction after all, is the best thing for dealing with women like you when they forget their place!" And he twisted my arm even tighter. This time I began screaming; begging him to let me go. I was in an incredible amount of pain when I felt his other hand violently tear off my panties. "You have definitely forgotten your place." He said, then undid his pants and from behind, he sank into me with one hard thrust and fucked me right there in the hall.

"Please!" I screamed but he kept right on, tearing into my dry, already sore pussy with no mercy, him grabbing my hair and yanking my head back so fast, I was sure he'd sprained my neck.

"Shut. The fuck up or you'll know what pain is you dumb bitch!"

I stood there, holding the wall with my free hand, trying to take him while whimpers and moans escaped me. I also thought about what Damian would do to me once he got back in two days, and between that and me dealing once again the hell I'd been thrown into because of Thomas.

Moments later, he finally released my arm as he pulled out and pushed me down on the floor, proceeding to cum all over my face and hair, growling loudly as I tried to shield myself.

"That is what a whore is good for." He said as he stood over me and zipped himself back into his pants. "Now clean yourself up!" He said as he walked away and down the stairs as I lay there, holding my arm, watching, defeated and shocked that he would do that to me but not surprised. I was, after all their property. I had no rights as long as I remained here. He was right, I was their whore and I knew it. It's just instead of money, I was being given my life as payment and he was just like every other guard; the job came above all else. First and above all.

…

When I got back to my suite, I stripped and ran straight for the shower, literally scrubbing myself from head to toe as my tears got the best of me and I broke down crying in a heap on the shower floor. I curled into a ball and just let loose. Why was I in this hell? Was one of the questions I asked God while I cried. I went on that way for such a long time that the water eventually went ice cold before I finally pulled myself up and got out of the shower, my wet hair causing me to shiver even more. I started to cry again, but just a couple of tears slipped out before I wiped them with the back of my hands and looked at my puffy, red eyes in the mirror.

"You are going to get out of this. I don't know how, but I swear to you, you will. And to hell with justice, cuz you're going to kill every one of those sons-a-bitches, right on back to Thomas Kirkland!"

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