I stood up, and he led me upstairs and down a long hallway. I looked around, trying to remember things and maybe a way out. Shinichi eventually stopped in front of a brown, plain looking door. He opened it and pushed me inside. "The guys will show you around. And remember, the slaves have to entertain themselves." He gave me an evil smile and disappeared, closing the door. I turned to face the room.
There were seven guys sitting in there, looking at me curiously. "A girl?" One muttered. I wasn't taking this anymore.
"Ok, listen up. I don't want to explain this again. I'm here for Shinichi, because he wanted a girl. If all of you are here for Misao, then I think you can get over it." I said, crossing my arms. I was all too aware of how little clothing I had on. One of the guys stood up, a smirk on his face. He had shaggy black hair and dark green eyes. He too, like the rest of the guys, was only wearing his underwear.
"Well, welcome. I'm Damien, and I hope we can really get to know each other." A sadistic smile came to his face, and I took a shaky step back. But when I bumped into someone, I froze.
"You can do whatever you want with her, boys." Shinichi said, rubbing the sides of my stomach. My eyes widened. "But she is a virgin, and if I'm not her first, I'll kill you faster than you can blink." The boys looked scared. "Got it?" Shinichi said. Most of them nodded. Damien was still. "Damien?" Shinichi said, his voice dripping with menace. Damien nodded, his green eyes meeting mine. I stopped a shiver.
"Good. Have fun!" Shinichi said, backing away from me. I turned to him to tell him to take me with him, but he was already gone. I didn't face the others, hardly daring to breathe.
I almost screamed when someone's arms wrapped around me, tracing a shape on my stomach. "You know, Ian is Misao's favorite. The rest of us can get lonely." Damien's voice said in my ear. "Now that you're here, we can all be happier."
"Why do you get to go first, Damien?" Another dude said. Damien never let go of me when he answered.
"Technically, I'm not going first. He'd kill me. I'm only playing." He said, pulling me somewhere. I tried to fight him, but someone else came up in front of me. He had dark brown hair and matching chocolate brown eyes.
"You should know me, too." He said, rubbing the edges of my bra. I froze, making Damien chuckle. "I'm John."
"Fantastic." I said quietly. "Now let me go."
They were both quiet for a moment, and Damien snorted. "Just relax." He said, his voice husky. He pulled me along a little farther and then we fell back on a bed. I saw the other boys disappearing through a doorway, apparently not wanting to watch. I kept trying to get up, but Damien was lying under me, holding my arms down.
"Let me go." I said angrily, trying to yank my arms away. But Damien had a death grip on me.
"If you just do what we say, you'll be fine." He said, pulling my hands up over my head. John climbed over me, kissing my stomach.
"Stop it!" I said loudly, kicking my foot out. John caught it in his hand, grabbing them both and holding them down as well.
"Listen." John said. "If you just go with it, you'll be happy." I shook my head furiously. "Well, we'll be happy. And let's say if you don't, we'll hurt you. Is that a good enough reason?"
I still tried to kick, but when nothing happened still, I nodded. John smiled, and looked up at Damien. I felt the latter's hands leave my arms and slide behind my back, playing with the clasp of my bra. In less than a second, he had undone it and chucked it across the room. I whimpered as his hands came up to play with my breasts. He was squeezing and pulling roughly until I was panting. John, meanwhile, was rubbing my hips in light circles, and he kissed me through my panties.
My hips bucked against his head, and John chuckled. His fingers hooked around the edge of my panties, and he slid them slowly down my legs. I sucked in a breath. "Be calm. You'll like it." John said. His hand went to rub my clit, and I almost screamed.
"Damn, girl. Just relax." Damien said. His thumbs rubbed circles on my nipples, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. John was rubbing my clit with his pointer finger, and he ran the same finger down my slit, making me moan loudly. Damien sighed, and I felt him hardening on my back. John never stopped rubbing his finger up and down, and I shivered again. He circled my opening with his finger slowly, and he forced his finger inside me. I whimpered, and Damien squeezed my breasts roughly. I moaned again. I hated this, but it felt amazing.
John's head dipped down, and I felt his tongue flick my clit. I tried to not pull my knee up and hit him in the face. His finger pumped in and out of me, and while I moaned, he shoved another finger in. He rubbed his fingers against my walls, and I my hips bucked on his hand. John ran his tongue over my clit, and sucked on it roughly. I cried out, and Damien ran his fingers in circles around my nipples. I could hardly breathe.
While John's fingers pumped in and out, sucking on my clit at the same time. Damien ran one hand through my hair, and John lifted my legs up over his shoulders so that he could get a better angle. I felt a burning sensation in my stomach, and it got stronger with each pump. After a minute, the burning overtook me, and I screamed as I clenched around John's fingers. He smiled, waiting until I was calmer, and licked me clean. Damien was sighing himself, and I noticed that his hips were starting to rock on my back. John lifted his head up, smiling.
"Told you you'd like it." He said, crawling up on the bed to lie on top of me. He wasn't that heavy, so I wasn't struggling for breath.
"You bastard." I muttered, trying to calm myself down. That was definitely a new feeling. I just wished that it were someone else doing it.
"It looks like Damien is having a little issue there." John said, looking up at the green-eyed boy. Damien flipped him off. "I was just thinking that she could help you with that."
Damien sat up. "What?" I said, panicking. I fell back on the bed, and then Damien was leaning over me. I felt him on my thigh, and he started rocking his hips again, rubbing my clit with his cock. I winced, and Damien moaned. He continued to do this until he landed on top of me, breathing hard. I shoved him off and stood up, looking for my underwear. John ended up handing it to me, and I glared at him as I slipped them on and did the same with my bra.
"Aww, no more?" Damien said behind me. I turned to him and glared hard. I swear, he winced.
"Where am I sleeping?" I asked. There were two beds in the current room, but there must have been more.
Damien shrugged. "We didn't get a new bed." When he saw my shocked look, he smiled. "I guess he figured that you'd be sleeping with one of us every night."
I resisted the very powerful urge to smack him.
I looked around, an opportunity I had no chance to do before. There were two beds in this room, and after John got on the second one, I realized that this was where they slept. There was a single bedside table in between the bed that had a lamp on it. It was a small room, and there were two doors on one wall. A small dresser was against the wall opposite the beds.
"Do you have anything to do around here? That doesn't involve physical contact?" I added when Damien opened his mouth. He frowned.
"We have a small bookshelf in one of the rooms. Don't ask me, I don't know. They're practically unused because none of us except Ian like to read." Jon answered. I nodded at him and opened one of the doors. Only one guy was in there.
"Do you know where the bookshelf is?" I asked the red head. He nodded, smiling at me. Just trying to be nice.
"Through there." He pointed at one other door that was in his room. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.
"What's your name?" I was trying to get the introductions out of the way.
"Call me Gazini." He said, smiling again. His hair was long, reaching his shoulders, and spiked at the tips. He had matching red eyes, but they weren't menacing. They looked friendly. "Ian sleeps in this room too." He smirked now. "Have fun with Damien?"
I shot him a glare, but he seemed nice. "Actually, no. Please drop it." He nodded, and I opened the other door. Behind it, there was no bed. This room seemed to have the entertainment. There was the bookshelf, and it was pretty tall. There was also a single table with a few random board games on them, but they looked like they were written in different languages, so I doubt that I could play them. But there was also a small television that looked like it got about three channels. That probably wouldn't be used anymore now that I was here. I shuddered thinking that.
I walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers over the books. There seemed to be nothing special, but when I found a book that I had been reading at home, I smiled. Great Expectations. I pulled it out of the shelf and sat on the floor. I remembered the page I had been on before, and flipped to it. Then I started reading. I froze when I hit a line.
It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.
Home. With my parents and sister and kitten, my friends and school, my everything… That had all been taken away from me. I had been holding it all back, trying to be as strong as I could, but I couldn't help it anymore. The book fell from my hands and I broke down. I pulled my legs up to my chest, hugged them, and burst into tears. Sobs rippled through me, and I struggled for breath in between them. Tears ran down my face, and I didn't even bother brushing them away. I buried my face in the crevice of my legs, and didn't look up when I heard footsteps.
"It's always hard the first few weeks." Ian said in my ear. I looked up at him. He was sitting next to me. "You'll be ok, though. We always had each other."
I sniffed in and immediately frowned. "You smell like sex." I said. He chuckled.
"There's a reason for that." He said. I laughed quietly, and sniffed again. Ian wiped some of the tears off of my face and smiled. "I have a message, though." He said.
"Oh dear God." I muttered.
"Yeah, you won't be happy." He said, smiling nervously. "Shinichi wants to see you. His room is at the end of the hall."
I groaned. Then I started panicking. "Wait, I'm not ready! I've never done this before! I'm only seventeen!"
Ian looked at me sadly. "You really don't have much of a choice. I'm sorry." He stood up, taking my hand and pulling me with him. He pulled me through his room and back to the main door. "Good luck, Halle." He said. I sighed, and opened the door, stepping out. I heard it close behind me, and I shuddered before walking down the long hallway to the very end. When I reached it, I found that there was a single door. It was pure black, and I could tell that it was Shinichi's room.
I took a deep breath and reached for the door handle, twisting it slowly. When the door was open, I stepped inside and found that it was pitch black inside. Before I could look for a light, the door shut behind
I looked around, an opportunity I had no chance to do before. There were two beds in this room, and after John got on the second one, I realized that this was where they slept. There was a single bedside table in between the bed that had a lamp on it. It was a small room, and there were two doors on one wall. A small dresser was against the wall opposite the beds.
"Do you have anything to do around here? That doesn't involve physical contact?" I added when Damien opened his mouth. He frowned.
"We have a small bookshelf in one of the rooms. Don't ask me, I don't know. They're practically unused because none of us except Ian like to read." Jon answered. I nodded at him and opened one of the doors. Only one guy was in there.
"Do you know where the bookshelf is?" I asked the red head. He nodded, smiling at me. Just trying to be nice.
"Through there." He pointed at one other door that was in his room. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.
"What's your name?" I was trying to get the introductions out of the way.
"Call me Gazini." He said, smiling again. His hair was long, reaching his shoulders, and spiked at the tips. He had matching red eyes, but they weren't menacing. They looked friendly. "Ian sleeps in this room too." He smirked now. "Have fun with Damien?"
I shot him a glare, but he seemed nice. "Actually, no. Please drop it." He nodded, and I opened the other door. Behind it, there was no bed. This room seemed to have the entertainment. There was the bookshelf, and it was pretty tall. There was also a single table with a few random board games on them, but they looked like they were written in different languages, so I doubt that I could play them. But there was also a small television that looked like it got about three channels. That probably wouldn't be used anymore now that I was here. I shuddered thinking that.
I walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers over the books. There seemed to be nothing special, but when I found a book that I had been reading at home, I smiled. Great Expectations. I pulled it out of the shelf and sat on the floor. I remembered the page I had been on before, and flipped to it. Then I started reading. I froze when I hit a line.
It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.
Home. With my parents and sister and kitten, my friends and school, my everything… That had all been taken away from me. I had been holding it all back, trying to be as strong as I could, but I couldn't help it anymore. The book fell from my hands and I broke down. I pulled my legs up to my chest, hugged them, and burst into tears. Sobs rippled through me, and I struggled for breath in between them. Tears ran down my face, and I didn't even bother brushing them away. I buried my face in the crevice of my legs, and didn't look up when I heard footsteps.
"It's always hard the first few weeks." Ian said in my ear. I looked up at him. He was sitting next to me. "You'll be ok, though. We always had each other."
I sniffed in and immediately frowned. "You smell like sex." I said. He chuckled.
"There's a reason for that." He said. I laughed quietly, and sniffed again. Ian wiped some of the tears off of my face and smiled. "I have a message, though." He said.
"Oh dear God." I muttered.
"Yeah, you won't be happy." He said, smiling nervously. "Shinichi wants to see you. His room is at the end of the hall."
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