Some tough stuff in this chapter… Proceed with caution!
At his words I looked down and there she was. Isabella. Naked. She was tied to a heavy, dark wood structure in roughly the shape of an "X", it looked to be low, not much above knee height. Her wrists and ankles were firmly tied at each end of it so she was spread eagled. She had some kind of gag in her mouth and was blindfolded. I had dabbled in some playful bondage but nothing on this scale, she was completely restrained. I noticed a table to the right as I looked down at her. I could only see the top of it from my view from above but it looked like it may have had two or three shelves underneath. The contents of the top shelf was enough to scare me though. What the fuck was going on here? There were knives, razor blades, some fucking medieval looking wheel thing, clamps, matches, candles, needles, a vicious looking whip and condoms… Jesus…. And that was just what I could see from here.
My face must have given away my horror as Carlisle let out a hearty laugh at my side, clapping me firmly on my back.
"I told you that you didn't want to miss the show kid, enjoy!"
Suddenly the sound of a door closing below caught my attention and that burly fucker appeared, Emmett I think his name was. He walked over to where Isabella was restrained and leaned over, his head next to hers as he appeared to be whispering into her ear.
Was that fucking Neanderthal going to torture the poor girl now with all that shit on the table? I couldn't watch this shit could I?
Suddenly Emmett straightened up, walking over to the table and picking up a large box from one of the lower shelves, he made his way to the foot of the staircase directly infront of where I stood. He slowly made his way to about the halfway point before turning to address us all.
"So.. Im going to pick a number at random from the raffle and, as per the normal rules, whoever is the winner will have an hour with the beautiful Isabella here…"
He went on to thank everyone again and was thanking Carlisle for his gracious hosting when I tuned him out, turning my attention to the man at my side and talking quietly so only he would hear me.
"What the fuck is this raffle Mr Cullen? What is going to happen to Isabella?"
"The raffle is exactly what it sounds like Mr Masen. Everyone in attendance tonight, except for you of course, has paid to be entered into it. Mr Hale there will pick a number at random from the box, whoever has the matching ticket wins their hour with Isabella. As to what is going to happen to her… Well, that depends entirely on the winners desires… As long as she is left alive and saleable, tonight im not really bothered. Usually I stipulate no permanent damage or scarring, but hey, she is going to be sold next week so what the fuck do I care at this point?" he spoke the words with a grin on his face. I stood up straight, rising to my full height – an inch or two taller than him.
"What do you mean she's being sold next week? Who to?"
Carlisle's grin widened as his eyes moved over to the men standing at my other side, he raised his voice louder as he spoke so it would carry to them.
"Isabella's proud new owner-to-be is in attendance tonight Mr Masen".
I followed his gaze and turned to be met by the laughing form of James Volturi, his eyes cruel as he regarded Isabella below.
"Damn right… Fucking amazing little money-maker she will be. A pretty young thing like that, all sweet and innocent… People will pay top dollar for a night with her".
I feigned genuine interest while internally I was fighting a sudden case of nausea at what I was hearing. She was mine. Its just a shame I cant afford her…
"Oh, really….? A night to do what with her exactly?"
James raised his eyes to me, an evil grin on his face.
"Whatever the fuck they want Masen…"
The other four men around us laughed but I couldn't join in. I looked down at the poor young girl below struggling in her restraints already and not knowing what awful fate awaited her. Or maybe she did know. That would be worse and it would be just like Carlisle Cullen to try some emotional torture too….
Everyone's attention was drawn by Emmett pulling out a fucking magic ticket from his box of magic tickets. He called out a number and the crowd around me all hushed as they quickly checked if they were the lucky winner. A demure laugh to the right had everyone's head snapping in that direction as the woman who had been watching me earlier stepped forward, her hand held aloft with the ticket in it. Carlisle laughed beside me.
"Finally Lauren! I know you have wanted to get your hands on my Isabella for years now…"
She smiled over her shoulder at him as she made her way around the circular balcony to the top of the staircase where Emmett waited to help her down. I watched as she slowly descended, her purple silk dress stood out against her creamy white skin and she wore old fashioned elbow-length white silk gloves on her arms. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she made her way to Isabella, pulling the glove from her right hand and running one bare finger over Isabella's thigh. She pulled her leg away as much as she could, clearly struggling as much as her restraints would allow, which wasn't much. With the hush that had fallen over the crowd around me I could make out Isabella's desperate crying, muffled as it was by the gag. Whatever was going on she had been here before, and she was clearly fucking terrified. She didn't even look this scared when Cullen held a gun to her head and rarely seemed to show any emotions. I wanted to run down there, release her and take her home, away from this fucking hell. But I knew I wouldn't even make it to the stairs. Instead I had to watch as the woman, Lauren, made her way over to the table. She used the matches to light one of the long red candles. Carlisle laughed out again from my side before calling down to the woman.
"Going old-school are we Lauren".
She laughed, looking up at him flirtatiously.
"Just getting her warmed up Carlisle, give me time…"
He winked at the woman as she made her way back to Isabella. I noticed Emmett standing back, almost out of view against the far wall. His eyes seemed glued to the opposite wall, completely ignoring what was going on before him. It struck me as odd when all other eyes in the room were glued on the scene unfolding before us.
The woman reached Isabella's side again and I could hear Isabella's cries increase with her proximity as she again started pulling at the restraints to no avail.
"Sshhh… precious little girl… I wont hurt you…."
Lauren leaned over to press a kiss to Isabella's forehead. She pulled her head back as best she could to get away.
"Bad girl!" Lauren snapped, grabbing one of Isabella's nipples and twisting it painfully, forcing her to cry out into the gag.
"Behave yourself Isabella…." Lauren taunted her as she picked up the candle, tipping it and letting a small trail of hot wax fall onto Isabella's belly. She flinched away from the pain, crying out. Lauren only laughed, continuing up Isabella's body, tipping more splashes of wax as she went before finally letting the hot wax fall onto each of Isabella's nipples. Isabella was crying in earnest now and whilst the thought of what was happening against her will made me sick, another part of me was alarmingly turned on at the sight of her, restrained and covered in the bright red wax, contrasting beautifully with her pale skin.
Such thoughts only heighted as the attractive Lauren blew out the candle, dropping it onto the table behind her before letting her hand run over Isabella's body, dislodging the hardened wax as she teased Isabella's nipples. Her hand slowly lowered down Isabella's stomach, over her bare mound and between her spread legs. My breath caught in my throat as the woman slipped two fingers inside of Isabella.
I quickly looked around me, suddenly remembering that there were other people here and my obvious erection at the sight below not being entirely acceptable in normal public situations. I was not surprised to see a number of the men watching intently as they stroked their erect cocks, either through their expensive trousers or, some had done away with any attempt at politeness and removed their trousers completely. It was a strange sight – older men standing around, wearing expensive suits and tuxes on their top halves, naked and stroking themselves on the bottom half. What a fucked up place this was. In another situation it may have been amusing
"Hmmm… Not wet enough yet…." Lauren's voice carried from below, "Emmett, I need my boy."
I saw Emmett nod once before disappearing from the room. Lauren removed her hand from between Isabella's legs and moved to her head, lifting it just enough to remove the gag but leaving the blindfold in place. She went back to the table, placing the gag on the top and leaning down to pick up a tissue from one of the lower shelves. Returning to Isabella, she gently wiped the saliva, and probably tears, from her chin, cleaning her up before tossing the tissue back onto the table and leaning down to force a dominant kiss to Isabella's lips. I could see Isabella fighting to evade Lauren but the blonde woman had the upper hand, gripping Isabella's chin firmly and forcing her to be still.
Lauren backed away as Emmett returned, she smirked down at Isabella who had resumed her soft crying and struggling. Emmett was followed by a young blonde man, he had his hands retrained behind his back with leather cuffs fastened together. He was naked except for clamps attached to both nipples. He walked immediately over to Lauren as once again Emmett resumed his position against the wall, ignoring what was happening in the room.
Lauren grabbed the young man, pulling him down to his knees before leaning down and taking his lips in another heated kiss. He didn't argue, just let her dominate him. She pulled away from him slightly before leaning down to whisper in his ear as she slowly stroked his half erect cock. She gave it a final hard squeeze before she stepped back from him and slowly removed her dress to reveal a very sexy black and red corset underneath. I couldn't help thinking Isabella would look fucking perfect in that. Lauren also had on a tiny matching thong. I couldn't deny it, the woman was fucking hot.
With a nod of her head she gestured towards Isabella and, obviously understanding the silent command the man got to his feet in a practiced move and made his way over to Isabella, moving to stand between her legs, cock hard and erect. He lowered himself to his knees and buried his face between Isabella's legs. What, in any other situation, would have been pleasurable caused the opposite reaction in Isabella. She cried out, almost as though in pain although he was not harming her, and struggled to close her legs, to no avail. Lauren came closer, watching as the man licked at Isabella. She stood behind him, raising one stiletto clad shoe to his head and pushed him forward. I could just hear his soft grunt, muffled as it was.
"That's it boy, make her wet, listen to her moan", Lauren was practically moaning the words herself as she lowered her hand into her panties, the other reached down, undoing one of the man's handcuffs.
"Use your fingers boy".
His left hand disappeared between Isabella's legs and she screamed out at the intrusion. This immediately enraged Lauren as she stormed to the other end of the table, slapping Isabella hard across the face.
"Fucking little bitch, you should enjoy what my boy is doing for you, ungrateful slut! Maybe I need to carve the lesson into your body so you will remember it."
"No.. please.. no… im sorr…" Isabella's words were cut off by another hard slap across the face.
"SILENCE" Lauren practically screamed, "you speak only when commanded to".
She left Isabella whimpering at the mans attentions as she made her way back to the table, picking up the large, pronged wheel. She returned back to Isabella's side, running a finger around her nipple.
"I hear that you hate the sight of blood Isabella, even your own…."
With no more said, she started to roll the wheel around Isabella's breasts. It left nothing worse than an angry red line in its wake although Isabella screamed and cried as though she really was being cut. I'd never seen this instrument before but it was clearly the blindfold that made it torturous rather than the wheel itself…
Lauren laughed as she leaned down, nipping and biting at Isabella's flesh as she continued the route with the wheel. She suddenly stood up, looking towards the man on his knees between Isabella's legs.
"Is she ready yet boy? Surely she must be?"
He sat back, Isabella's juices coating his face but he made no attempt to wipe them away.
"Yes Mistress, she is ready for more play now", he answered evenly. Robotic.
Lauren placed the wheel back down on the table before making her way to the man, he rose to his feet as she reached him and she pulled him down into another deep kiss, licking at the wetness around his lips before pulling away. As she did so, she snapped the handcuffs closed again behind his back. When the man straightened up again, Lauren grabbed his erect cock in her hand, positioning him at Isabella's entrance and with no further orders needed the man thrust forward, penetrating Isabella in one quick surge. Isabella's body tensed at the unexpected intrusion and she cried out but the man immediately set a fast pace, thrusting his hips hard into her as best he could with his hands restrained, it did not look to be an easy feat.
Lauren then made her way up towards Isabella's head, removing her thong when she reached her before lifting her leg over and straddling Isabella's head, facing down her body to watch her man fucking Isabella hard and fast. Lauren's bare pussy was just inches from Isabella's lips as she immediate began struggling, clearly aware of what was happening. Fuck. I sweet Isabella.
"Eat me now, beautiful girl" Lauren purred as she lowered herself onto Isabella, grinding onto her face.
"Fuck yeah! Ride that little slut" Carlisle called out from beside me and I noticed he also had his cock in his hand. My own ached painfully in my pants but I resisted the temptation to join the other men in self-pleasure and instead moved away from where Carlisle and the Volturi brothers continued to enjoy the show below. I made my way over to the far side of the room, to the bar I hadn't noticed when I entered the room. I ordered a scotch. Double. I downed it in one and ordered another.
What the fuck was I going to do? I wanted Isabella. No, I needed her. The woman had invaded my mind. She haunted my every thought during the day to the point where I constantly spaced out and work and my boss had even reprimanded me for my lack of focus. And at night, she visited me in my dreams. Every night it was something different. Sometimes I was soft with her, gentle caresses of her body, lingering kisses as we slowly made love, her moaning out in ecstasy. Other times I was pounding into her, frantically chasing our simultaneous release – as that's how every dream had to end.
No matter what happened in the dream, I never failed to awake in a cold sweat, my rapidly cooling cum coating my stomach and sheets. I was obsessed with Isabella. I craved her. But, how the fuck was I going to get her? I had looked into it. I really had. I'd even tried phoning the bank to see about taking out a loan but my credit rating was so low they practically laughed at me. I had nothing in savings. The only thing I had of any value was my car, a top of the range Audi convertible, the last gift I had from my parents. It was now over 6 years old though, and I'd be lucky to get ten thousand dollars for it, if that. If I thought I could get the fifteen, at this point I would have sold the fucking car and gladly sucked Cullen's rancid cock. Yes, I'd reached the point of desperation where the one thing I told myself I'd never do was something I'd happily do to get my hands on Isabella. She was mine, I felt it in my bones. She belonged to me. I needed her. But that fucker had sold her. To James Volturi. The thought made me sick. I had to do something… But it was impossible…
I was snapped out of my internal musings by the bartender slamming down another large scotch infront of me. Good man, I hadn't even ordered it. I looked up at him to thank him and caught sight of the clock behind him. I'd been sat down here for over thirty minutes. Lauren's hour was almost up! Grabbing the drink, I hurried back over to the balcony, pushing through the gathered people to resume my place next to Cullen. He grinned at me after eyeing the drink in my hand, then moved over to let me front and centre.
Isabella had been released from the wooden table and now was slumped in a heap on the floor. The man that had been fucking her was stood slightly behind her. Both of them had red slashes across their bodies, blood slowly trailing down from several of them. It looked like a scene from a horror movie. Had they been beaten… whipped? Surely I would have heard them crying out….? But, then these fuckers had plenty of gags and restraints it seems! I looked at Isabella and she looked… Pitiful. She looked so tiny, curling in on herself almost as if to defend herself from further attack. Her whole body trembled and I could see the tears streaming down her already puffy, tear-stained face. She had given up, that much was clear. They had broken her it seems. I was glad I'd missed the last half hour, I didn't want to see what had reduced her to this.
Suddenly Lauren appeared from nowhere, now dressed in a short, pale blue silk robe and a big smile. She looked straight at Carlisle, flirting again as she addressed him.
"I want to brand her Carlisle. So she always remembers our time together… It was so special to me, please….?"
BRAND her? What the fuck….?
I was just about to voice my own opinion, and no doubt get myself beaten or killed, when thankfully (or not…) Carlisle spoke up.
"Well, I guess that's up to James, she may be my property now but she will be his in a few days…" I didn't miss his eyes flash to meet mine before moving on to land on James. I followed his gaze to find James with his ever present evil grin, eyeing Carlisle as if he was a child being offered the most wonderful treat.
"As long as its not somewhere visible when clothed it wont affect her price and appeal for clients, and I'd kind of like to see it myself, I've never seen a branding…"
What. The. Fuck.
Murmuring started amongst the crowd of onlookers as all eyes lowered to the floor below. Isabella's cries got louder as she curled further into herself. Even the statue of a man behind her visibly paled as his eyes flicked from Isabellas curled form to his… Mistress I guess, who was across the room grinning excitedly. Emmett stepped forward slightly, looking up at Carlisle, I noticed Carlisle nod once from the corner of my eye. Emmett's lips pulled into a tight line, I noticed his fists clenched before he left the room.
"Get her up boy, we're going to need to hold her", Lauren command, "Carlisle, I need Felix, we must hold her still!"
Felix suddenly appeared through a door. Clearly all the fucking staff were watching the show! I looked on in horror as the blonde man and Felix pulled Isabella up from the floor, Felix practically hauling her to her feet whilst the blonde man was at least somewhat gentle. Once on her feet Isabella immediately started screaming and struggling.
"No… Please no… no more, I cant… it hurts, I cant take any more… Please Mr Cullen… Please… Don't do this to me", she was sobbing and wailing by the end, sounding like a terrified child.
Lauren stepped infront of Isabella and she immediately froze, maybe hoping that the woman would tell her it was all a joke or some such thing. Unfortunately, there wasn't going to be any getting out of this it seems as Lauren reached out a hand, stroking Isabella's cheek gently, then trailing her hand down her neck and chest, between her breasts and making slow circles around her belly button.
"Hmmmm… Where to put my mark little girl….? Where would you like it?"
Isabella immediately crumbled again, her legs giving way as she collapsed into the two men holding her, crying and moaning.
"no, no, no, no… please… not that… please…." Lauren let out a cruel laugh as Isabella's eyes frantically looked around her as if for some possible escape. Suddenly her big brown eyes snapped straight up to mine, as though I'd called her name and she was responding. The fear I saw in her eyes was the most awful thing I'd ever witnessed, but there was hope there too.
"Edward… Please… Edward… Help me… Please…."
Her words struck to my core and the breath whooshed out of me. I heard James laugh at my side and he roughly elbowed me as he did so. I turned to look at Carlisle, not knowing what the fuck to do. He just stared at me, eyebrows raised and then shrugged. Was he not going to help her? He was actually going to let this happen?
A door opened and then slammed loudly from below. I looked down to see Emmett striding across the floor holding a fucking branding iron the end glowing red in the shape of an "L". He looked angry. His whole body language was fuming. He stopped infront of Lauren, raising his eyes up to Carlisle and regarding him with an angry glare. Carlisle just sighed in response, only barely audible to me at his side. Emmett obviously took Carlisle's silence to mean that things would be continuing. He thrust the iron into Lauren's waiting hand and turned to stomp angrily from the room, slamming the door hard behind him. Carlisle chuckled softly at my side. Was this a fucking joke to him?
"Ok, up on the table boys!", Lauren called out gleefully from below, "I want it right up high on her inner thigh so everyone who fucks her will see my mark!"
Isabella had collapsed into the men again, weeping softly now but all the fight seeming to had left her again. They raised her back onto the wooden X and proceeded to restrain her hands and feet once again. This was really happening. They were going to do this.
I turned to Carlisle, frantic now, not believing what the hell I was seeing.
"Mr Cullen… you're not going to let them do this to her are you? They're fucking torturing her down there… Isabella… She just a kid really… they're going to fucking brand her!" my words came out fast, clipped
Cullen turned to me, sighing and running his hand through his hair.
"Like I said Mr Masen, the decision is out of my hands. It is James who will be responsible for her in the future and if he has no problem with it, then it really doesn't affect me either way…" I could see some guarded emotion flash briefly in his eyes but he hid it before I could recognise it. James decided to pipe up.
"I don't expect she'll last more than a year or two anyway, she hasn't stood up well to a bit of pain play today. Her body is too weak… But, people love it when they cry so I'll make plenty of money back on her at least…."
Pain play? I rounded on James.
"What the fuck? You're going to RENT her to people so they can fucking torture her?"
James laughed, "by the hour my friend, its my biggest money maker".
I turned back to Carlisle, decision made and desperately needing to put a stop to this madness.
"Whatever you want Cullen. I'll do it… Name your fucking price."
The end of my sentence was drowned out by Isabella's agonised streaming from below as the smell of burning flesh wafted up to us.
"You're too late Masen…", Carlisle's words barely broke through the screams.
CHxCHxCHxCHx
Just to let you guys know, I'm away with work for the next week so the updates will probably not be every day though I will try to update as regularly as I can. I have treated you to an extra long chapter today to make up for the lack of upcoming chapters though.
Not a pleasant chapter for Isabella I know, but are we liking Edward a bit more? He is so confused, poor boy!