Chapter 15

George sobbed softly as he lay on the pallet, hugging himself.

Vassily would be back soon, asking his questions. And he would answer them, promptly and meekly. Anything to keep himself from another session as he had had...

He had been broken, he knew. He was disgusted with himself for being so weak, but he knew that he had reached the end of his rope and that he would gladly crawl on his belly, kiss Vassily's feet, call him Master, and believe it, if only the tamer were not to touch him again.

Urien had been broken, too, he knew. And Frances. Maybe Howard had been stronger... but the tamer seemed to have a way of finding out what you were most afraid of, and using that against you.

When the tamer had come to him, he had known that sexual assault would be part of it. He braced himself for it, saying that it would not be so bad as it would be for a straight man, because at least he would know what to expect. But he had not expected the six guards to come in, watch, and participate, mock and abuse him while he was there helpless, bound hand and foot... His fear, his nightmare of many years. Six fag-bashers closing down on him, and he could not run, could not fight back their kicks, or their probings, their rude jokes, their pinching and abusing him, asking him, laughing if he truly liked that..

He would not go through that again. Never. He would go down on his knees before Vassily, answer any questions, obey him like a dog. He was not strong enough to fight back.

The door opened and Vassily was there.

"Are you an obedient slave, now?" Vassily mocked him.

"Yes, I am, Master." George said, dully.

"Tell me, what were your couplings with the vampire like?"

George began to speak in a dull, listless voice. Intimate details which he would never talk about, things that were no one's business but his and Barnabas'. All of it. And as he spoke a dark relief came over him. He was confessing, letting all hang out. There would be no more secrets for him now.

Vassily seemed satisfied. "I guess you are broken, now, and will do whatever is asked of you."

"I will Master."

"My first command is that you lay with this woman here, so that you beget children by her."

"I can't Master. I have never laid with a woman. I never will."

"It is not so different from laying with a man. And it is her or the tamer again."

They pushed her into the cell. With the light behind her, he could not recognize her.

He swallowed. How could he lay with a woman? It was impossible... "I shall try to obey you, Master. I will do my best."

"Do not try. Do it."

He recognized her now. Amy Jennings. It was a shock, but one that barely registered. He was to lie with her, attempt to couple with her till she became pregnant by his efforts. And what of the children that resulted? Why did Vassily want them? More slaves for him to lord over? More sources of blood for Barnabas?

And yet he could not make himself care for it. The memory of what had been done to him, of what could be done again if he balked, prodded him. Whatever Vassily wanted, he would do, because Vassily had all the power and he had none.

Amy approached the cot silently, and George laid himself down, making space next to him to receive her.

Amy took off her clothes and laid herself next to him.

He would have to do it. He bit his lips. How? Close his eyes and pretend that it was Barnabas?...

Amy put her hand on his chest, drawing nearer.

He had to gather up his courage. Do it, or worse would happen, not only for himself, but for her.

"What do I do?" he whispered to her. "I will try, but I can't"

"Just let me do." she reassured him.

Angelique knew what he was going through. In a couple of days he might regain his balance and she might be able to tell him her secret, but not today, when still shaking from his ordeal. He might well betray her, even without meaning to. She had to be Amy Jennings for him now, and for several nights more till he was safe to confide in, and they could plot an escape together.

"Close your eyes." she told him. "I will do the rest."

Gratefully he did that. "Thanks." he whispered, turning his face away, so that he could weep silently for what had been done to him while his body complied with the duty that it had been assigned to it.

If a child resulted from this... When the child came, it would grow up to be a slave, like its parents. Maybe one day he would be ordered to lie down and beget children, as his father was doing now.

He was condemning his child to this... and he could not stop it. There was no hope for him, nor for Amy, nor for their child.

Will Megan and Angelique be able to rescue all of them?

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