A/N: Extremely graphic scenes to follow that include physical and mental abuse. Please be warned and aware of your triggers if you choose to proceed.
Chapter 4: House Trained
Elaine
And here I thought obeying his rules would be difficult. In fact, it was quite the opposite. It was simple: anything a normal person would do, such as eat and sleep, I didn't get to do anymore.
When it came time to sleep— not that you could tell by looking outside— Hux merely yawned, hung up his robes, and slunk into bed without regarding me at all.
He called to me before he turned off the lamp. "Come here, pet."
I did as I was told and stood at his bedside, awaiting my next order.
"Go ahead and lay down. Sleep tight," he smirked. His smug face plastered in my mind when the light shut off and cloaked us in darkness.
I crinkled my nose and lay down on the ground, curling my naked body around itself as tightly as I could. The cold tile tickled my breast as I used my forearm for a pillow. At least I wasn't wet anymore; it had taken me hours to air dry, all the while Hux demonstrated how I was to only ever eat or drink from the bowl he provided for me in the corner.
This can't be what happened to all the others. I suddenly became enraged, jealous of the other courtesans before me who were lucky to be provided for by their owners. I hope this isn't what Pheme went through. I couldn't imagine her sleeping on the floor.
That night my mind was ravaged by nightmares: of Mama, Declan, and Hux. Each of them tearing off a piece of me for themselves. It didn't matter how much I screamed or fought back. I was outnumbered and weak against them. A pile of unidentifiable bits was left behind from the carnage: pieces of my hair, fragments of my auction dress, all of the important parts of me were gone.
"Wake up."
The toe of a boot nudged my butt as my eyes shot open. I recoiled and sat upright, pressing my ass into the floor and away from his brutish foot.
"Come, my pet," his crooked smile conveyed a sense of delight. "Time to eat."
He briskly walked over and sat down at the table where a bowl awaited him. I took my time to stretch out my neck that was painfully sore from my uncomfortable sleeping position.
Maybe tonight you try laying on your front, I sighed, already dreading the thought of another night on the ground.
He shook his head at me when I began to stand, midway through a bite of whatever was in the bowl. "Mm-mn," he discouraged. "Come to me on all fours," he wiggled his fingers at me in a come-hither motion.
I inhaled deeply and took a large chunk of my inner cheek between my teeth, squeezing it as I moved on my hands and knees, feeling ridiculous.
"That's my good little pet," he purred and ate some more. "Come sit by your master."
Oh, I have a few choice words for you, and none of them are 'master,' I growled as I perched on the ground, my legs curled under me.
And so I sat there, my eyes fixed on the floor, waiting for that bastard to eat. Once he was done, he peered over the edge of the table at me. "Would you like something to eat?"
My jaw clenched. I hadn't eaten in at least a day and even the mention of the word 'eat' caused my stomach to rumble angrily, famished.
Without another word, he set down his bowl in front of me. A measly portion of oatmeal was left, glued to the edges of the bowl. My eyes shot upwards at him in disdain.
"Eat up, my pet. You don't want any of it to go to waste." He didn't blink as he watched intently, waiting for me to eat his scraps.
I couldn't continue the abuse to my stomach as I leaned forward to grasp the bowl in my hands.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he clicked his tongue. "Did I say you could use your hands?"
You bastard, I snarled. Heat surged in my cheeks as I set the bowl back down on the ground with a loud bang. I rose onto my knees and leaned over it, my eyes never breaking away from his.
"That's a good little pet," he beamed, pleased.
I forced my eyes shut as I scraped the oatmeal off the sides, relishing any food I could. I couldn't look at him, smug with satisfaction, while I surrendered all of my dignity. The scraps that were left barely scratched the surface as I licked it clean, craving more.
"All done?" he bent down and scooped up the bowl.
You could bite his hand, I considered. Though, I couldn't begin to imagine what he would do to me if I had.
Little did I know, the first day would be the easiest. At least then he only called me 'pet,' and forced me to walk around his residence on all fours. On the second day, he attempted to take me out for a field trip.
"Come, my pet," he announced that afternoon. "We're going for a walk."
My eyebrows furrowed as I sank back into the floor. The last time I checked, I was still naked, and he refused to provide any articles of clothing.
Please no, I resisted.
He opened the doors to the wardrobe and selected a collar attached to a leash.
No, my eyes widened. No fucking way.
"Come here," he snapped his fingers at me. When I refused to budge he quickly fell upon me and caught my jaw firmly in his hand.
"Did I not ask you to come, pet?" I felt droplets rain onto my face as I tried to pull away from his grip.
I was forced to stare into his eyes while I held my tongue in protest.
"Answer me!" he roared and grabbed my hair this time and yanked till my face met his.
My lip trembled as I forced my mouth shut, unwilling to let him get to me.
He chuckled at this and dropped the leash. "Oh, you little bitch, you have so much to learn."
I didn't have time to brace myself as he dragged me by my hair across the tile floor. I yelped as I frantically fumbled over my limbs to alleviate the pain. Once in the bathroom, he sat on the edge of the tub with my back to him, my head between his legs. I squirmed and writhed under his weight, trying to get away.
"No! Please!" I begged, unable to see him behind me.
"You will open your mouth when I tell you to," he huffed. "When I tell you to speak, you answer me!" he snarled as his hand pried open my jaw.
I was unable to suck in any air before he shoved the bar of soap into my mouth. I sputtered and gagged, the mass too big for my mouth as he drove it against my teeth. The taste was devastating; my eyes watered as it both stung my tongue and lathered in the back of my throat. I clawed at his legs, my tongue squirming against the bar as I sought to remember how to breathe through my nose.
"Mm," he chuckled and sniffed my hair. "I bet this is exactly how you sound with a cock in your pretty, little mouth, isn't it?"
I whimpered and wailed around the bar as saliva and suds poured out of my mouth, slipping down the sides of my throat.
I tasted soap for the entirety of the third day with every lap of water from my bowl or any scrap I devoured. My knees soon became purple and black as they bruised, my wrists aching from their odd use. My stomach hurt almost all of the time, gurgling constantly as it demanded nourishment.
The next time Hux to put the collar on me, I hardly moved a muscle and granted access to my throat as he tightened the leather until it was snug.
"There we go. Isn't it better when you behave?" he ran his fingers through my hair.
A fleck of soap stuck in my teeth caused my chest to shudder in revulsion. "Yes, sir."
Lucky for me, he didn't parade me about the ship that day. I was saved as a stormtrooper burst through the doors just as Hux began to practice walking me on the leash.
"Sir, Supreme Leader Snoke would like a word with you," his monotone voice announced. I had no idea if he was staring at me, but I blushed a deep shade of red all the same; a girl, naked, on her hands and knees, walked on a leash like a dog. I'm sure it was quite a sight to march in on.
Hux ignored me and behaved as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Thank you, Sergeant."
The trooper turned on his heels and exited just as quickly as he came.
"Sorry about that, pet," he lamented. "Guess you're not getting your walk today."
I waited for him to remove the collar but instead, he tugged at it and yanked me over to the wall where he looped the leash end through a grate.
"Don't worry, I'll be back for you soon," he rubbed my cheek with his thumb and pressed it against my lower lip before he arose. His boots made a piercing clicking noise against the floor as he exited through the doors.
My stomach growled loudly in unison with the automatic doors closing. I eyed the cabinets over in the kitchenette. Surely I could grab some food and be back in my collar before he came back. I reached my hands behind my head, my fingertips feeling for the buckle as I strained to pull it apart. It came loose around my neck and I fell forward onto my elbows, the collar banging noisily against the metal grate.
I stood up quickly and my knees cracked sorely, urging me to wince. I stumbled slightly as if I forgot how to walk upright and I propelled my body forward to my destination. I clawed the cabinets open, scavenging for anything that could go missing and without notice.
I shoved a handful of bland, tiny crackers into my mouth. Dehydrated, I was barely able to come up with enough saliva to wash them down. I found a jar of nuts in another drawer and poured a few into my mouth before deciding I was now testing fate.
My feet fumbled beneath me as I dashed to my water bowl, holding it up to my lips and slurping as much of it down as I could. I choked and sputtered when I heard the familiar clicking sound coming from the hall, the panic shooting through my veins like ice. I darted across the room, diving for the collar as I struggled to get it around my neck. The boots were close now, just outside the door when I fastened the buckle behind my head, my pulse thundering in my ears.
But the doors never opened. The boots continued down the hallway, even and brisk.
You idiot, I scolded. Do not do that again.
My stomach, however, was quite satisfied.
He did not return for a few hours. The food in the cabinets taunted me with their proximity but I didn't dare try another attempt after my little scare. When the doors hissed open I resumed an upright position, anxiously anticipating the horrors that were in store for me.
"Good evening, pet," he greeted me briefly and took his time to remove his robe, fill my water bowl, and grab himself a drink before releasing me.
I breathed a sigh of relief, excited to be out of my restraint until his hands paused at the back of my neck.
"Interesting," he murmured.
My pulse wavered.
"I distinctly remember that I had deliberately tightened your collar to four notches, not three," the rage boiled in his voice as he wrapped my hair around his hand and drew my head back. "So tell me, pet, what did you do while I was away?"
I was too afraid to answer. My breaths came hard and fast into my lungs as I gawked in fear.
His face was as red as his hair, his green, vile eyes narrowed on me. His lips were pressed tightly into a line as he sighed heavily. "Oh, little pet," he shook his head. "I thought you knew better than that."
Once again I was hauled across the floor in a yowling mess. This time he draped me over the bed, my legs dangling off the edge as I landed on my face. My collar tightened on my throat as he snagged the leash. Next, he seized my arms and contorted them behind my back.
Just bear it. I shut my eyes tightly, my breath shaking unevenly. Just survive.
He wrapped the end of the leash tightly around my wrists, securing them in place at the base of my tattoos. I squeezed my fingers into my palms, my fingernails digging into the skin as I awaited my punishment.
"You think you can disobey me and get away with it?" he inquired as he browsed the wardrobe and retrieved what he was looking for. "I want an apology, pet."
I bit my tongue and kept my eyes shut.
"We can do this the easy way: you can apologize and I will give you your punishment and that would be the end of it," he threatened. "Or, we can have it your way: where I beat an apology out of you and punish you. It's your choice, pet."
Just survive, just survive, my breath shuddered.
I heard him audibly sigh again behind me. "Frankly, my dear, I'm rather glad you are being this stubborn. It'll be that much more fun for me."
I heard the smack before I felt it. The skin on my butt tingled as it stung and I registered what he did. Something large and firm had struck me from behind, and he was preparing for another blow.
"Are you sorry, pet?" he tested.
With no answer, he brought the paddle down again, the crack echoing through the room. Repeatedly, he spanked me with the wooden paddle. Each time more intense than the next as my skin grew irritated, then raw, then welted. With my arms twisted behind me I was left to squeeze my thighs together after each blow, my legs barely able to hold myself up anymore.
Once he drew blood he put the paddle back into the wardrobe. My ass throbbed as tears soaked my eyelashes, but I had not dared to apologize to that monster.
Hux had only just begun. He grabbed my throat and chest, wrapping his arms around my front to pull me from the bed and onto my feet. He marched me to the wall where he hung his robe and discarded it onto the floor. He took the leash that connected my collar to my hands and hooked it onto the latch. I strained on tiptoes, wincing and gasping for air as the leash tugged on my hands and throat uncomfortably. My mouth popped open as I sucked in the air, my face surely turning a bright shade of red.
Hux left me to grab his next instrument: a whip with long, thin tails that he twirled in his hand as he neared me.
"Are you ready to apologize?" he challenged as he followed my gaze to the whip.
Instead, I stood up higher on my toes, the collar loosening around my neck so that I could recuperate.
He drew it back and threw the tails against my thighs, this pain vastly different from the paddle as the stings caused my knees to buckle. I yelped, tears threatening to spill over on the first impact.
As I recovered he sent the whip flying across my lap again and I sputtered, struggling to stay on my toes to breathe.
Just survive, just survive, I repeated to myself as he whipped me a third time. I sobbed steadily now, my thighs stinging and ripped raw from the lashings. The arches of my feet started to cramp when he flogged me a fourth time as my pulse drowned out my screams of pain. Unable to hold me up any longer, the collar tightened around my windpipe. I panted furiously as tiny white specks danced around my vision.
Pheme— help me—
"Oh no, you don't," he growled and threw the whip down as he rushed behind me, freeing the leash from the hook. I collapsed on the ground in a puddle of drool, blood, and tears as my inhales became productive again.
"Look at me!" Hux roared and held my face in his leathered hand. "This isn't over until I say so!" With that, he brought the back of his hand against my cheek, my ears ringing as I fell face-first onto the tile floor.
Pheme—
When he lifted me again, I couldn't see straight. Maybe starvation and dehydration finally forced my body to give out, or perhaps Hux beat me to a pulp. I tasted blood in my mouth and felt my arms go limp behind my back when my head dropped again. If I was lucky, death would take me quickly.
If I was lucky.
