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Teaser: A billionaire's will reading goes somewhat off the rails.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental. There is an event in chapter 2 that will appear to violate the rules, but does not, as the event is in story deception (and it is made clear quite quickly)
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Title: The King is Dead
Author: prone_toad
Content Warnings: rich people and sadistic assholery
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The King is Dead
Chapter 1 - Jan 28
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The silence was broken only by the rustle of papers and the soft ticking of the antique grandfather clock in the corner. Even those small sounds were muted by the heavy leather upholstery of the furniture, and though the room was well lit and richly furnished, it still managed to feel dark and somehow hollow. The dark-stained wood panels sucked in the light as though thirsty. The four people in the room were silent and pensive, but the emptiness came from the man who was not there. Nelson Forsyth had built the house, built the room, built the family up from nothing. And now he was gone. For twenty years the patriarch had ruled a financial empire from this chamber with the iron control of a feudal king, and everyone had fully expected decades more of his rule, but the aneurysm had put paid to that. The lawyer was stooped and aged, a wizened birdlike figure in his black brooks brothers coat and suit made baggy by age. Mr. Karadine was a longtime associate of the late great man himself, and when the time had come to oversee the distribution of the estate he’d come out of retirement to perform one final task for an old friend. His ancient fingers shook as he fumbled with the sealed envelope, and then teased forth the pages of the old mans will.
Across the desk from him the other three figures waited in clear tension. The other man in the room was in nearly every way the lawyers opposite. He was a hair over six foot and stocky, handsome in a roughhewn way. He wore his dark hair a little longer than was fashionable, and his dark eyes were filled with brooding intensity. His suit was immaculately tailored, but its sleek lines were marred by the hunched tension in his shoulders. He wasn’t an unusually large man, but there was an intensity to him that usually filled whatever space he occupied. But not this room. Not today. At twenty four, Markus had graduated a year early from college and returned to apprentice in the family business. Nine months after his return the king lay dead.
Beside him, the two women seemed wound too tight, their anxiety levels clear. Miriam Forsyth-Chambers was in her mid-50s but seemed closer to the Lawyer's age, the extended battle with cancer having robbed her of vitality and color. The treatments had left her seeming brittle, hollow. She’d been a head turner once, and a cold eyed queen of the social circuit. It was why Nelson had courted her after his first wife’s passing. He’d been young money, never a part of the club. She’d been its queen from an old family fallen into the teeth of bankruptcy, and recently widowed by a skiing accident. She’d needed the Forsyth wealth, and he’d needed her on his arm to open the right doors. Now she crouched in the leather chair like a wounded animal, shell shocked. It was public knowledge there had been little real affection between them, but Nelson had been a bedrock of her life for fifteen years, and with his passing she was fully adrift. One skeletal hand clung to the arm of her chair, and the other held fast to her companion.
Her older daughter Marina held her hand in silent support, studiously ignoring Markus. At twenty, Marina had grown into the spitting image of her mother at the same age.
Marina wore her dark hair long, and its artful curls framed a face of strong featured beauty. Her face was angular, with a strong elegant nose, full sensual lips, high cheek bones, and a narrow chin. Like her mother, her skin was smooth and unblemished, honey tanned to perfection by expensive vacations rather than a booth. Her frame was athletic, her legs well defined by dance and gymnastics, her waist slim, and her belly taught and flat. Her breasts were just big enough to be eye catching, and the black dress she had worn for the funeral showed them, and the rest of her figure, to advantage. As the lawyer cleared his throat and began to read her slim hands clutched the arm rests of her chair until her knuckles went white.
When the lawyer was done reading, the stunned silence hung for nearly thirty seconds before Miriam Forsyth-Chambers began to sob. Nothing. The entire fortune to his son, a modest housing stipend and academic scholarship support for her two girls, with a trust fund for them both available after marriage. Nothing at all for his wife. Mr. Karadine cleared his throat.
“I’m so sorry Miriam. This was a recently redone will. Nelson had me update it back when we uhh… didn’t expect your condition would… well.” He trailed off, hands shuffling the thick leaves of paper in obvious discomfort. Markus leaned forward then, and squared his shoulders. With deliberate gentleness he laid his hand on Miriam’s shoulder, and gave it a light squeeze.
“It’s Ok. This is all clearly a horrible mistake. I promise you, nothing will need to change for you Miriam. You’ll be welcome here for as long as you want. It’s what Dad would have wanted if he’d realized… well…” Miriam's claw-like hand clutched uncomfortably at Markus' hand and she nodded, eyes bright with tears. She was a proud woman, and everyone in the room felt her discomfort. In an instant she’d become a dependent, totally reliant upon her step-sons good will.
“Why don’t you go lay down Miriam. You’ve had a long day. You don’t want to overdo it. Go have a rest and Ill hammer something out with the lawyers. We’ll get you taken care of.” Miriam nodded shakily and tottered out with Marina’s support. Once they were gone the two men exchanged a glance and the lawyers bushy eyebrows went up.
“You and I both know your father didn’t make mistakes with his money Markus. I wouldn't have expected even Nelson to be this harsh, but he clearly didn’t want those women getting a dime more than he had to give them for propriety’s sake. That’s laid out in rather excruciating clarity here. You’re welcome to let them stay of course, but there is nothing to be done about the will my boy. You can't even give them assets without the IRS gutting anything you transfer. The way the tax shelter was structured it only protects YOU from the tax bill.” Markus shrugged and waved a dismissive hand.
“Oh I’m aware, but I wanted to at least show them an effort. Truthfully with being the sole inheritor I’m not going to begrudge Miriam’s comforts for the last months of her life. Can you set up an appointment with the banking people for Monday? I'll need to get the ladies' financial assets in order.” Karadine nodded, rose, and made to leave. He paused and rested his gnarled old hand on the younger man's shoulder for a long moment.
“You’re a fine young man Markus. Your father would be proud of you. Whatever you need, call me. I'll be there.” It was only after the old man's slow hesitant steps were beyond hearing in the hallway outside that Markus Forsyth allowed himself to smile.
****
Marina stood in the window, watching the sun slipping behind the old oaks of the estate boundary, and blinked back tears at how brutally unfair it all was. The abusive old fuck had died, and he'd still managed to hurt the women in his life. He'd left everything to Markus. Everything. Even in her thoughts she couldn’t think of him as a brother. When they'd come here as kids, she and Selene would have welcomed the support and protection of an older brother, but they had been met only with petty cruelty and distain. The girls had recently lost their father, were very young, and were woefully vulnerable to the unexpected savagery that had come at them from the older boy. Even as children it had always been hidden, something that her mother and other adults had never fully seen. Truthfully, Marina had come to fear Markus as they grew older. She'd seen the way he looked at her and it had made her shiver. When she and Selene had been sent off to boarding schools it had been something of a relief, knowing that they were both somewhere safe and surrounded by friends. When her mother had gotten sick she'd come home, dropping out of her freshman year of college without hesitation, but it had been a constant spike of anxiety knowing Markus was under the same roof.
Of course, it was a large roof, for Foxgrove had been build out in typical Forsyth fashion. It was sprawling, far more than even the elaborate parties that her mother had thrown could have justified, and large sections of the manner were left unfinished altogether. Nelson had cared about the external appearance first, and figured that when the need for new rooms arrived it would be easy enough to bring in contractors to finish and furnish those empty spaces. After Miriam's illness progressed far enough to end social events, the manor house had seemed cavernous. The staff kept everything immaculate of course, but there weren't many of them, and it was all too easy to spend entire afternoons wandering unused wings without ever encountering another soul. Thankfully, as her mother had grown sicker Marina's fears over Markus had never manifested. For the most part he'd ignored her, engaging in small talk over dinner and then retreating to what Marina privately thought of as his Lair. He'd taken over the south wing and its extensive basements, and had been keeping an entire cadre of workmen busy on finishing out the space. She'd occasionally watched the workers bustling in and out from a window across the courtyard, but she'd never really been able to determine what he'd been building. She'd seen palates of hardwood, brushed steel, and an endless parade of odd shipping containers. Several times she'd nearly asked, but every time she'd looked into those dark eyes and decided she didn’t want to know that badly.
Marina glanced behind her, at the door to the room where her mother lay comatose. She had an on-duty nurse of course, otherwise Marina wouldn’t have stepped out. The woman was a stocky middle aged soviet bloc escapee, and truth be told she made Marina uncomfortable too. She was clearly competent but her attitude was a little too domineering for Marina's tastes. Something always seemed a little off, like the nurse knew something she didn’t, like she was in on some private joke that Marina hadn't heard.
Marina frowned, and then looked at the clock once more, and wondered where her little sister had got to. She knew Selene had been having trouble lately. She'd had a bad breakup with her boyfriend at the beginning of the year, and then out of nowhere confessed by email that she was a lesbian, and would bring her girlfriend home. A few days later she'd emailed again, saying that she'd been dumped, and had delayed her flight for nearly two weeks. She'd spent a week refusing her sisters calls, and then she'd been oddly distant when they'd finally talked on the phone. When she'd arrived at the estate shed been outright standoffish, disappearing for days at a time. Marina had assumed it was nerves and stress, but she was starting to worry. Her younger sister had been acting oddly for nearly a week now, twitchy and uncomfortable in every interaction. Selene had slipped out sometime during the subdued wake, and had been absent ever since.
Marina scowled, and tried once again to decide if she was furious with her sister for abandoning her or afraid for her safety. Had she got hooked on drugs of some kind? All the expensive schools had kids who partied a little too hard, and some of them got in too deep. She'd have expected better from Selene, but maybe…. Well and maybe at 18 the stress and trauma of being back in this house had been too much to handle. Still, it wasn’t fair that it fell entirely to Marina alone to be strong for their mother. It wasn’t fair at all. Her gaze strayed out the window once more, over to the south wing. It seemed suddenly wrong in the dying light, somehow ominous and predatory now. It was shrouded in evening gloom and undisturbed by workers. She noted that the dim glow of lights shone from Markus' rooms. She shivered, and a quiet voice in her soul whispered that it might just be for the best if her mother didn’t hang on too much longer. The measly pittance she and Selene had been given in the will was nothing at all next to the new found wealth of her step brother, but it was enough to get by on. Comfortably even if she and Selene shared an apartment. Marina nodded to herself as she watched the last shadow of light go out of the sky. They could move out to the west coast, maybe someplace like Seattle or Portland and start fresh.
The sooner she and her sister could leave here and never come back the better.
***
The room was large, about forty feet on a side, and its floor and walls were bare concrete worked to a glassy smooth finish. It wasn’t really a low ceiling, but the proportions made it feel that way. The 7 feet of clearance under the bare steel girders that supported the floor above seem oppressively low. The room was lit from the center, where a bank of overhead lights created a circle of bright illumination about 20 feet across, leaving the rest of the empty space in deep shadow. The effect was somewhat reminiscent of a stage in some art house theater. The room was nearly unfurnished, except for a small collection of objects within the circle of light.
The first was a bed, a queen size mattress set in a four-post frame. The bed frame was made of simple steel bar stock, and while obviously made to exacting standards, the aesthetic chosen was heavy on exposed welds and industrially harsh. It bore a series of welded loops and sockets running up each of the posts and along all four of the bars that made the upper frame. The bedspread was a cheery pastel pink, with a rose pattern, and there was an oversized teddy bear nested between the pillows. The bed was set up at the very edge of the circle of light, and the cheery girlish spread clashed badly with the stark industrial horror of its surroundings.
Beside the bed stood a mobile tool rack, the kind that mechanics or metal workers might use. The bottom half was a mass of small drawers, each neatly labeled, while the top section was a wire cage currently open to make a three section offering of sexual sadism. Upon neatly ordered hooks and hoops the rack bore a collection of things drawn from fetish catalogues. The largest middle section carried a selection of floggers, canes, crops, and paddles of various designs. On the left hand side the opened rack held vibrators of various types, ranging from wands to eggs, each on its own individualized mounting. The right hand section held things even more grim, including a soldering iron, branding kits, and rows of assorted needles, blades, and other instruments of agony.
On the opposite side of the circle of light there was a cage. It wasn’t a terribly large cage, about what a person would need for an Alsatian or other medium-large dog. It was made of the same sort of heavy steel wire mesh as most kennels, but to a higher standard, and the locking mechanisms securing the top hatch and the front were mounted on solid plates surrounded by much finer mesh, such that no occupant would be able to reach the latches from inside. The stark overhead light made the lack of any pad on its cold metal floor obvious.
Before the cage knelt a girl. Her face was sweetly innocent, huge dark eyes set in a pale face dusted faintly with freckles over her round cheeks and straight nose. Her black hair was cut short, above her shoulders. It was obvious that it was usually styled elaborately and teased out to frame the girls lovely face, but at the moment it clung to the girls head in wet matted clumps, stringy with sweat and other fluids. She was naked except for the heavy leather and steel collar around her slim neck, and the pose she held on the concrete floor showed off every curve of her body to perfection. She was slender but not quite skinny, with small perky breasts that were barely more than a suggested swelling on her narrow chest. Her hips were generous, and gave her well-shaped ass a perfection emphasized by the pose she was holding. It was a body kept slender through youth and good genes more than exercise, and at barely over 5 ft she couldn’t have been over 100lbs. She was kneeling on the cold concrete with her legs spread, hips back, and graceful torso arched until her lovely face looked up at a 45 degree angle. Her slender arms were behind her, hands cupping elbows, forcing her small breasts out and up. The silver steel of the rings through her nipples gleamed in the overhead light. Her skin was milky pale, and showed the impact marks of recent abuse. Her back was a mess of traced red marks from flog and crop, and a few small trickles of blood joined the sweat making tracks down her sides. She was panting silently, her graceful little body shaking with fear, exhaustion, and desperation. Her tormentor paced slowly around her, and her delicate tongue wet her lips. The room's only sounds came from the quiet footfalls of the man, the sobbing little gasps from the naked girl, and the low thrumming buzz of the vibrator buried deep in her pussy.
When the man spoke his voice was hard, cold, and dripped disappointed disgust.
"Again. If you want to be allowed to cum you need to convince me you stupid little bitch. If I'd known you were this fucking worthless I'd have told father to get you acting lessons instead of voice coaching." Markus' voice was scathing, and Selene's sobs intensified.
"P-p-ple-please Master, this dumb cunt DOES wants to be punished and fucked sir. Her little tits exist for master to hurt. Her pussy and ass ache to be filled with her owner’s cock. She's just a dumb cunt. A worthless bitch. Fuck meat. Holes to be used by her owner. The only thing of value about her is the pleasure her master gets using her." Markus paused and stared consideringly and then moved fully into her view. He lifted the flog fully into the girls line of sight, let the leather lashes trail slowly over his free hand. Made sure she saw it fully, recognized it for what it was. Made sure she could see the cruel knots in the leather. Selene licked her lips again and Markus smiled.
"And if master's pleasure is to beat your little tits bloody until you pass out screaming?" The girl’s wide eyes fixated on the flogger, but she didn’t hesitate.
"Please sir, p-punish this dumb slut's little whore tits Sir. Please Master, pleeeaase whip my whore tits… Hurt me like I deserve." The last words were a sob, an animal howl of anguish, but she didn’t stop presenting her sweet young breasts for the flog.
With a grin, Markus began.
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Feedback Welcome. I have part 2 ready and will be posting it immediately. If people like it that would provide some motivation to write the next couple chapters.
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Re: The King is Dead
Chapter 2: THREE WEEKS EARLIER
Jan 7
Selene Forsyth-Chambers shrugged her backpack into place as she emerged from the boarding bridge and into the airport terminal. She'd never enjoyed flying, since planes set off her claustrophobia badly, but for once she was certain that the nauseous tension in her guts had nothing to do with the flight. She tried to ignore the sinking pit in her stomach as she considered the next month at Foxgrove. She glanced behind her at the girl following her out into the terminal and felt a sudden rush of tender affection and warmth. It still started her, even three months after their friendship had blossomed into something so much more. Allison had been her best friend at the school since the second day she'd arrived for her freshman year, but it was only in their senior year that she'd dared to tell Allison how she felt. Selene knew she was grinning like an idiot when Allison looked up and caught her. Her friend, no her GIRLfriend, stepped in against Selene and they shared a brief hug. They couldn’t be too brazen in public, not here where the conservatism so common in the US held so much sway. But they'd talked about the future. Selene knew in an abstract way that she'd probably never have to work, not with her share of the Forsyth fortune as an inheritance. They'd talked about getting a place in California and getting involved in activism. Allison gave her a final little squeeze and Selene forced herself back into the moment. They linked arms, and headed for the entrance of the airport together.
Allison could tell her lover was nervous, but she didn’t share Selene's unease. In fact, she was far more curious than anything. The Forsyth family had been a regular topic of discussion in her friend circles. Reclusive, wealthy, powerful, and mysterious. She grinned and thought about spending the next month in the lap of luxury with Selene. Spa days, horseback riding, shopping… And the rare ability to find out. She knew that Selene didn’t like her step brother, sometimes even got the sense she was scared of him, but she'd never been able to get a straight answer as to why. She'd be careful, but she wanted to find out more about Markus Forsyth, even if he was scary. On the whole, Allison was quite excited to meet her lover's family, especially her sister Marina. She'd heard so much about her over the years, but had never met her. As they worked their way through the crowds of travelers Allison's hand found Selene's and she gave her partner a gentle squeeze of reassurance.
"Are you SURE that me showing up won't cause problems?" It was an old discussion now, well-traveled. Yet Allison couldn’t quite let go of the worry. Her parents were in banking, and quite well off, but if she'd showed up with an unannounced friend for a month long stay they'd have been livid. Selene just rolled her eyes.
"Of course they won't care. Markus will either ignore me or be an asshole regardless, Nelson is dead, and Mom is too sick to care. She'll just be relieved to see me happy again. Marina will LOVE meeting you, especially since I told her about us in the last email I sent before we left Paris." Allison squeaked and stopped and Selene gave an exasperated sigh and grabbed her friends arm, pulling her back into motion.
"Oh don’t be like that, she'll love it. She'll love YOU. She's quite progressive and one of her friends is gay." She grinned wickedly. "Plus she'll be relived I've finally blown off that absolute neanderthal Troy. She met him last year and has been telling me I could do better ever since." The girls were still giggling when they emerged into the lobby. Selene sighed, and pointed at the large man in the austere suit waiting by the doors. He was huge, with a bearlike appearance that reminded Allison of an NFL linebacker or an 80s action movie star.
"That’s our ride. I was hoping it would be Marina, but that’s one of the family drivers. He's got the look." Selene led the way through the crowd and Allison followed. The big man spotted them as they neared and gave Selene a quick nod of recognition, before his eyes slid to Allison. Something in the way he looked at her made her skin crawl, but he'd moved on before she was willing to comment on it. She made a mental note to complain to Selene later.
"I'm Eric Renshaw Ma'am, pleased to meet you. Brad is getting your luggage Ms Chambers. If you and your… friend will come with me, we have your ride ready." He turned and gestured at the passage to the parking garage. Eric led the way out of the terminal, and then up into the private parking section of the cavernous garage. Their ride turned out to be a large black SUV, and by the time the girls were settled in the back the other driver had caught up with their luggage. Suitcases stowed, he took the passenger's seat and they slid silently out into the night.
The drive out to the estate wasn’t a long one, but every time Allison looked Brad or the Driver was watching her in the mirrors. She found herself fidgeting and tugging at the hem of her skirt. Selene seemed to be noticing the same things she was, and she was frowning in annoyed consternation as they exchanged a glance. In the end the girls settled into uncomfortable silence for most of the drive, staring pensively out the windows trying to ignore the men in the front seat. Allison had been looking forward to seeing the famous Foxgrove estate, so when they came up the drive well after sunset she was a bit disappointed. The driver took them up the winding drive, and then pulled around to the side entrance for the south wing. Selene frowned and leaned forward, clearing her throat.
"Excuse me Eric, why aren't we at the family entrance?"
"Apologies Ma'am, There are some last minute things in progress and Mr Forsyth wants to keep the main entrance clear tonight. He directed for you to be brought in the South Wing entrance Miss." Selene gave an angry snort, and for a moment Allison expected her to demand the driver take them to the other entrance but then she rolled her eyes and grabbed her bags.
"Come on Allison, lets just go. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but its probably Markus being a prick." Allison glanced back at the driver, who was still watching her in the rear view mirror with an odd little smile she didn’t like. She sighed and grabbed her bag and followed Selene. Once they were out of the car the men followed, and she noted they'd grabbed the suitcases. The car had stopped under a small awning that would have provided them with cover from rain, and she noted that the side opposite of the doors had a full trellis of some dense vine growing up it, so that the entire space seemed slightly enclosed, and had no view to or from the outside world. It seemed an oddly claustrophobic design for a place so expansive, but she shrugged it off as she hurried to catch up with Selene as her friend headed inside. The south wing entrance turned out to be a set of double doors of some dark hardwood and ornamental bronze metal work. They opened into a strangely wide hallway. The floor was polished marble, and there was a hardwood counter cutting off two thirds of the space. With a start she realized it was a coat check station without the coat racks. Selene had also paused, and it was clear that this was new to her as well. There was still a faint smell of new paint. As they hesitated the two men came up behind them close enough to be uncomfortable, forcing the girls forward again.
"Through the next doors Miss. Master Markus has something to show you in there." Allison caught the odd flash of concern in Selene's face, rapidly displaced by irritation. Allison hid a smile, and followed as Selene stalked towards the doors. She anticipated quite a chewing out for Markus. Selene hit the doors and slammed them open, carrying through without slowing. She made it about three paces before she registered what was in the room and came to a sudden halt, transfixed in shock and horror. Allison stood in the doorway eyes wide as she tried to process what she was seeing.
The room they had entered was clearly a ballroom, with an arched ceiling topped by a glass dome three stories above. The upper sections had a ring of balconies, and there was a sweeping staircase that wrapped gracefully up and around. The room looked and felt like something from a Disney film, which only made the juxtaposition with what was waiting for them more jarring. At the edge of the polished hardwood dance floor on the last stretch of marble tile, stood a big man with a shock of dark hair. He was naked to the waist, showing off a torso corded with muscle.
Beside him stood a wooden scaffolding of a sort neither girl had ever seen in person, but recognized instantly from movies. On a raised platform about five feet above the floor stood a slender woman who looked to be in her mid-to-late-twenties. Her body was gaunt, the bones of her hips standing out sharply, and her ribs were clearly visible under her skin. She was blonde, and her hair was done up in a complex braid. Her pretty face was pale and drawn with absolute terror. Her full lips were distended around some sort of gag that clearly filled her mouth utterly, and the black leather straps securing it in place stood out dramatically against her pale skin. Her arms were secured behind her, held tightly together with zip ties at wrist and elbow. The uncomfortable posture forced her shapely breasts out and emphasized the bright steel of the rings through each of her nipples. She was up on her tiptoes, and her long legs were trembling with what was clearly long effort to keep her in the position. She was forced to strain to keep her head as high as possible because the structure she stood on was a gallows, and the hangman's noose was drawn tight around her slender neck.
Beside the frame Allison caught a vague impression of a table cluttered with odd implements and strange items, and she noticed two more men with the same predatory look as the drivers standing out to either side of the room. She whimpered and took a step back, only to run into the immovable object that was Brad's chest. In front of her Selene finally managed to stammer out coherent words.
"What the fuck is this?! Markus what the fuck are you doing?!" The man laughed and strolled towards them over the polished floor. He didn’t reply until he was within arm's reach of Selene. She'd been continuing to splutter shocked and incoherent anger as he approached, until he cut her off with a single ringing blow across the face. The slender dark haired girl's diatribe ended with a shocked squeal of pain and surprise as the blow half spun her and she dropped to her knees. Allison stared wide eyed, and realized that there was blood dripping from Selene's mouth. The bastard had split her lip!
"Whats going on is a long overdue change in family dynamics you stuck up little bitch. Now shut the fuck up." Selene went silent, huge eyes staring up in shock and terror. The man - Markus some part of Allison's terrified mind noted - turned to look at her. He looked her up and down, slowly, with a direct and frank appreciation that made Allison's skin crawl. He looked past her at the men behind her and nodded.
"Strip the little slut." Allison hadn't fully registered what he'd said before iron hard hands seized her by her upper arms from behind. She screamed, tried to fight, but it was useless. She might as well have struggled against a pair of gorillas. She felt them tugging, yanking on her dress, ripping at the fabric around her breasts and shoulders, and the feel of their hands on her was like toxic fire. She jerked, screamed, tried to get away from those defiling hands, but it was utterly useless. She felt something cool and hard and sharp at the back of her neck - a knife. For an instant she froze in panic. And then the knife moved down, slicing the thin fabric of her dress away without apparent effort, and her designer dress fell in half, fluttering to the floor at her feet.
***
Markus heard the car pull out outside and then the outside doors opened. He rolled his shoulders in anticipation. It had been Marina he'd noticed first, Marina who had ripened before his eyes as he awakened to his true nature. Marina with the flashing eyes and fiery spirit he'd dreamed of breaking for years. Not surprising since Marina had the slender build and aristocratic beauty to be a fashion model if she hadn't stayed so short. For years Selene had faded into the background, washed out in the glow of her older sister's radiance. He'd been so used to ignoring her that when she'd come home for that last summer visit he'd been rendered momentarily speechless. In the last year or two the sweet, shy, awkward little Selene had come into her own. Now she had finally blossomed, and Markus had decided to begin with her.
Markus had never felt more alive. He'd known he wanted this since he was fourteen, but he'd never expected to be able to actually arrange it so perfectly. He felt like he'd taken the best hit of coke in the universe. He considered the plan one final time as he heard the girls crossing the coat check room. On the scaffold beside him Brooke was still whimpering and gasping around the punishment gag and the tension in the hangman's noose. He was still a little regretful about disposing of her, but he'd made up his mind. She'd been a fun slave, and she'd made great progress as a fucktoy over the last six years. Markus smiled as an instants recollection of the day they met flashed to mind. She'd turned him down for a date during his freshman orientation week at Columbia. She'd laughed and said she was a senior in a sorority and she 'didn’t date frosh-fish, no matter how much money their parents had.' He'd had Brad and Eric pick her up a few evenings later while she was out for a jog. She'd been his first real slave, and he'd learned a lot about his hobby from her. She'd been a lot of fun, and for a while not that long ago he'd even considered letting her walk free…ish. He knew he was done with her, but he'd considered setting her up in an apartment on her own, to be used only when he had a surge of nostalgia and listed as a cheap slut in local personals for when he didn’t want to use her himself… But the idea of his slave getting any measure of peace or respite after all these years bothered him. Afterall, she really wasn’t anything worthy of special treatment. Just another slut. It was an important final lesson in the dangers of sentimentality, and in a way he'd always owe Brooke something for that. It had been so long since she'd had any fight left, any spark. Of course he could have sold her for a fortune to any number of friends or contacts. Brooke was still stunning at 28 and exquisitely trained. On the other hand he didn’t care about the money.
With a thunderous bang, Selene came through the doors, stalking towards him narrow eyed. She made it about half way across the intervening space before she froze in place, dark eyes wide in shock and widening with horror. In that instant he examined the girl with new eyes, and felt his pulse quicken with lust. His younger step-sister was a delicately pretty little thing. She still had a girlish slim figure and no bust to speak of, but her black and white striped yoga pants clung to the recently ripened curve of her hips and ass like wet paint, and the school girl skirt she wore over the leggings further emphasized the girls form. She wore a tight black t-shirt with a brightly colored band design of some sort and a flannel shirt tied over her flat belly. Selene had clearly skipped most of her makeup for the flight, but her huge dark eyes were emphasized with a heavy application of eye liner. She'd gone more than a little emo in the last year, and its goth-Lolita aesthetic suited her perfectly. Just now those huge eyes were going wide with horror, and Markus felt a tremble of lust thinking about all the things those eyes would be horrified by in the coming days. Markus shook himself out of his thoughts and began to move.
She was yelling, demanding to know what was happening. She was yelling at HIM. He wasn’t really paying attention to the words, but her screaming was irritating and the disrespect was unacceptable. He struck Selene for the first time. He didn’t hold back, made the hit an open hand slap across her face. She dropped to her knees with a howl of shock and fell silent, staring up at him. It was a solid start. Selene's eyes made it clear that the thin veneer of confidence she'd worked so hard on for the last few years was shattering. Selene would be Markus' entertainment for the next few days, but he needed her to understand her situation, and his men would need their fun.
He'd begin with Selene's little dyke friend. He'd been aware of the relationship of course. He'd tapped both his sister's phones for years, and regularly checked their mail, both physical and digital. In fact, while Selene had been in the air he'd been busy with her email account, sending an updated itinerary out to the family explaining that she'd be delayed two weeks in Europe. Markus grinned in satisfaction as he turned his full attention to Allison Hannes. He'd seen pictures of course. He'd had his computer guy watching the girls' social media accounts, and he'd browsed their friends lists for potential pets more than once. Allison had always been a top contender for him, and here she was all wrapped up with a bow. Her parents didn’t expect to hear from her for over a month and were themselves out of contact on a winter trip to the Bahamas. He let his eyes play over her slowly and gave a silent whistle of appreciation. She was even sexier in person.
Allison Hannes was in many ways the polar opposite of Selene. Selene was slight and slim with porcelain pale skin, dark hair, and huge dark eyes. Allison was …not. She wore her white-blonde hair long, and it was currently pulled back in a loose ponytail that bounced near the middle of her back. Her eyes were the blue of a cloudless day in summer. She was also clear complexioned, but where Selene's skin was alabaster perfection, Allison had the sweet cream and honey complexion of a goddess. Allison lacked Selene's adorable doll-like sweetness, but where Selene was sweet Allison was sexy. Her face was stronger featured, the kind of face that would have been a good fit for a victoria's secret catalogue. Where Selene was slim and delicate, Allison was curvy and full figured, with heavy breasts and full hips. Despite the conservative neckline, the dress she wore clung to her in a way that left little to the imagination. It emphasized the full swell of her breasts and hips in a way that anyone with a pulse would find difficult to ignore. The hemline was mid-thigh and showed off the smooth length of her toned legs. She was head to toe the image of a corn fed American sexuality, the sort of girl that every boy in school had drooled over. If she wasn’t quite the prettiest girl in school, she was the one everyone dreamed about fucking. Selene was adorable but Allison was delicious. Desirable. Allison flushed crimson at his frank appraisal and took a half step back into Brad's chest and bounced, her eyes going wide and then darting back to where Brooke still teetered for her life. Markus gave a nod to Eric and Brad.
"Strip the little slut." They'd been waiting for their que, and moved like rattlesnakes. Brad's hands slammed out, grabbing the girl by her upper arms. Eric seized her dress and ran his massive hands over her, exploring the girls breasts through the dress. Allison was screaming, and trying to struggle, but Brads arms didn’t even jerk as he casually held her in place. Eric flicked out a knife, and when she felt the cold sheet Allison froze. Eric worked quickly and efficiently, slicing away the dress from her shoulders and arms. A mere handful of moments of work, and then Eric lined up carefully, and in a single practiced motion he cut the girls dress off of her top to bottom. It fluttered down to the cool floor and Markus' felt his smile go even wider. She was wearing a pair of white boy short panties which served to emphasize the womanly shape of her young body. The sweet curves of her hips, the ripe swelling curves of her belly and flanks. She carried a bit more weight than Markus preferred, and naked she was a little stockier than he'd expected. The perfect girl next door blonde. Not that it was her belly or hips that held his attention.
It was her breasts that had become his fixation. She hadn't had a bra on at all. As the dress came free and slid to the floor the full swell of her magnificent breasts brought the men in the room to a stop. The girl's tits defied gravity. They bounced and jerked as she struggled desperately, and it only served to emphasize how perfect they were. The pale honey tinted skin, lightly dusted with freckles over her chest, swelled in full ripe perfection, crowned with rosy pink nipples that hardened instantly as the cool air of the room washed over them. For a brief instant Markus considered leaving Selene to the pack of hard eyed men and taking the blonde instead. But no, fine as she was there would be plenty of time to fuck her. Plenty of time to enjoy Allison's breasts properly. Allison was the girl you fucked. Selene was the one you brought home.
At his feet Selene was staring open mouthed in shock, so Markus reached down, grabbed her by her slender throat, and lifted her to her feet one handed. Her hands scrabbled at his wrist, desperately trying to loosen his grip. Markus gave her a sharp shake and squeezed and she went very still, huge eyes wide as she stared at him in shock. Allison had gone still and quiet as well, open mouthed in terror. Markus lowered Selene to her feet and let up enough of his grip to let her gasp for air and then he spoke.
"As you can see, your roles in life have just been significantly altered. Your lives as human beings - of being worthy of respect, love, and tenderness.. That ended when you got into that SUV. From here on out you are fuck-dolls and nothing more. I know this will take some time, and I want you both to know: As long as it takes, as much as we have to hurt you, as often as we need to make you scream in agony, we aren't going to stop. I expect you dumb little sluts will find it a struggle to learn your new place in life, but we have all the time in the world.
Now. Before we begin you might be expecting there to be some safety limit, you may think we'll be forced to hold back. That we'll be worried about damaging you. I assure you that you little cum dumpsters are fully disposable, and if you can't be trained into enjoyable fuck-meat you will be discarded. Case in point… Now that we have a new blonde with fat tits I no longer have much use for the old one."
Markus turned and nodded to the man who had paced up from the back of the room. He'd stood next to the gallows, waiting. The man vaulted easily up onto the platform with a feral smile. Darren was both the oldest and the physically smallest of his enforcers at a few inches under six foot. He'd been some kind of counter-intelligence man in one of the ex-soviet states in his misspent youth, and Darren had the demented savage cruelty of a rabid weasel. The whole room watched as Darren sauntered up behind Brooke and ran appreciative hands over her slender body. He explored her as if they were lovers, and the girl writhed under his hands, squirming as though she loved it until the movement tugged the noose tighter. Then she squealed, gasped, and tried to go still. His hands cupped her pert breasts and he began to knead her breasts, and then squeeze and twist her nipples savagely. Brooke couldn’t struggle without cinching the noose tighter, but try as she might her unstable position made it impossible for her to keep her balance under Darren's ministrations. Every time he tugged particularly hard on her heavy breasts the noose got a tiny bit tighter. Soon the girl couldn’t even manage a scream through her gag, even as his abuse of her breasts escalated. Darren had her by the piercings now, and he stretched her breasts out viciously, laughing as each motion slipped the knot ever so slightly tighter. Derrick grinned at the room in general and then at the two girls in particular. Selene and Allison were staring in wide eyed uncomprehending horror. Neither of them had ever even imagined something so horrible.
"Seems a shame to send this fuckpet to rot in the ground without a final fuck, don’t you think? I want the last thing Brooky-baby here feels as she dies to be my jizz sloshing around that tight little snatch of hers one last time." Derrick laughed and pulled out his cock. He was already hard, and didn’t waste any time. He just slammed himself into Brooke. The girl was just the right height for him, forced onto her tiptoes as she was, and he simply grabbed her hips with both hands and began a punishing rhythm. Try as she might, Brooke couldn’t keep herself steady, and within thirty seconds her face was starting to go red as the noose jerked tighter with each thrust. It didn’t take the skinny man long to finish, as with every thrust into her he took a half second to work himself around inside of her, grinding his cock against the girls cervix. It was over in less than two minutes, and he roared out his enjoyment and came inside of her. He held her there for a long instant, suspended from the noose around her neck and his cock buried inside of her, holding her steady with a cruel claw like grip sunk into the tender flesh of her breasts. And then he stepped back, slipping free of the girls snatch. He didn’t hesitate, just reached over and pulled the release bar. There was a mechanical *CHUNK* and the section of floor under Brooke fell away. She didn’t have enough slack to fall, and as far gone as she'd been when he finished it took her a few frantic moments of flailing with her feet to realize she was going to die. Her feet kicked, desperate for purchase that wasn’t there. As she kicked she began to sway, each motion driving the knot tighter. As she faded her body jerked, shook, and finally went still. Darren stood where he was, and as the girl flailed he'd reach out to land punishing ringing blows across her body. The other three thugs just watched, and Allison craned her head desperately, peering between Eric and Brad's passive faces as though looking for a shred of mercy. They had none to offer. The two remaining girls exchanged a long horrified glance. For Selene and Allison all hope died with the strange girl they'd never seen before.
Markus sighed and released his grip on Selene's neck and took hold of her by the hair. She wore it short, but there was more than enough of her cute little ponytail to give him control over her. She squealed in pain and surprise, the unexpected agony pulling her out of her shock in a rush. Then she was scrambling along behind him as he dragged her across the dance floor. His grip forced her to walk hunched over, and her hands gripped his wrists with desperation as she struggled to take the agonizing tension off of her hair. Markus loved the way Selene's sobs of horrified terror watching Brooke's fate gave way to howls of pain. He had prepared a special room for his little sister, and if he didn’t get to fuck her soon he was going to snap. He glanced back at his two thugs still holding Allison by the arms.
"The fat titted blonde is all yours gentlemen. Take her down to the new playroom and break the whore in! Enjoy yourselves." Markus heard the Blonde scream as Eric casually threw her over a shoulder and headed for the hallway. The girl had a pair of lungs on her. Markus looked back to see her wide eyed terrified stare as the two bodyguards vanished with her into the side passage. He spared a glance for Darren who gave a curt nod. The scarred man had wanted to let Brooke die for real, and Markus had been tempted. But then he'd remembered the scorn she'd looked at him with that first afternoon when they'd met. Fuck that. Death was an escape he wasn’t willing to offer. He smiled as he dragged Selene down the steps to her own private hell. Even now the poor bitch would be gasping back to life under Darren's careful ministrations. Her neck would be tore up something awful but she'd survive. Unfortunately for her. Markus no longer had much interest in her beyond the abstract enjoyment of knowing the whore was suffering. He'd found the slut a forever home that would do nicely. By this time tomorrow Brooke would be chained to the floor of a solitary confinement cell in the nearby federal prison, ready to spend the rest of her life offering her holes up as a reward for good behavior. The warden had assured Markus that the bitches he used to reward good behavior usually survived for years, if you could call it survival. Markus felt his cock shift uncomfortably in his pants at the thought. Selene would be a wonderful pet. And after the reading and a few weeks to break the little slut in? Her sister. Markus smiled. Life was looking up.
Jan 7
Selene Forsyth-Chambers shrugged her backpack into place as she emerged from the boarding bridge and into the airport terminal. She'd never enjoyed flying, since planes set off her claustrophobia badly, but for once she was certain that the nauseous tension in her guts had nothing to do with the flight. She tried to ignore the sinking pit in her stomach as she considered the next month at Foxgrove. She glanced behind her at the girl following her out into the terminal and felt a sudden rush of tender affection and warmth. It still started her, even three months after their friendship had blossomed into something so much more. Allison had been her best friend at the school since the second day she'd arrived for her freshman year, but it was only in their senior year that she'd dared to tell Allison how she felt. Selene knew she was grinning like an idiot when Allison looked up and caught her. Her friend, no her GIRLfriend, stepped in against Selene and they shared a brief hug. They couldn’t be too brazen in public, not here where the conservatism so common in the US held so much sway. But they'd talked about the future. Selene knew in an abstract way that she'd probably never have to work, not with her share of the Forsyth fortune as an inheritance. They'd talked about getting a place in California and getting involved in activism. Allison gave her a final little squeeze and Selene forced herself back into the moment. They linked arms, and headed for the entrance of the airport together.
Allison could tell her lover was nervous, but she didn’t share Selene's unease. In fact, she was far more curious than anything. The Forsyth family had been a regular topic of discussion in her friend circles. Reclusive, wealthy, powerful, and mysterious. She grinned and thought about spending the next month in the lap of luxury with Selene. Spa days, horseback riding, shopping… And the rare ability to find out. She knew that Selene didn’t like her step brother, sometimes even got the sense she was scared of him, but she'd never been able to get a straight answer as to why. She'd be careful, but she wanted to find out more about Markus Forsyth, even if he was scary. On the whole, Allison was quite excited to meet her lover's family, especially her sister Marina. She'd heard so much about her over the years, but had never met her. As they worked their way through the crowds of travelers Allison's hand found Selene's and she gave her partner a gentle squeeze of reassurance.
"Are you SURE that me showing up won't cause problems?" It was an old discussion now, well-traveled. Yet Allison couldn’t quite let go of the worry. Her parents were in banking, and quite well off, but if she'd showed up with an unannounced friend for a month long stay they'd have been livid. Selene just rolled her eyes.
"Of course they won't care. Markus will either ignore me or be an asshole regardless, Nelson is dead, and Mom is too sick to care. She'll just be relieved to see me happy again. Marina will LOVE meeting you, especially since I told her about us in the last email I sent before we left Paris." Allison squeaked and stopped and Selene gave an exasperated sigh and grabbed her friends arm, pulling her back into motion.
"Oh don’t be like that, she'll love it. She'll love YOU. She's quite progressive and one of her friends is gay." She grinned wickedly. "Plus she'll be relived I've finally blown off that absolute neanderthal Troy. She met him last year and has been telling me I could do better ever since." The girls were still giggling when they emerged into the lobby. Selene sighed, and pointed at the large man in the austere suit waiting by the doors. He was huge, with a bearlike appearance that reminded Allison of an NFL linebacker or an 80s action movie star.
"That’s our ride. I was hoping it would be Marina, but that’s one of the family drivers. He's got the look." Selene led the way through the crowd and Allison followed. The big man spotted them as they neared and gave Selene a quick nod of recognition, before his eyes slid to Allison. Something in the way he looked at her made her skin crawl, but he'd moved on before she was willing to comment on it. She made a mental note to complain to Selene later.
"I'm Eric Renshaw Ma'am, pleased to meet you. Brad is getting your luggage Ms Chambers. If you and your… friend will come with me, we have your ride ready." He turned and gestured at the passage to the parking garage. Eric led the way out of the terminal, and then up into the private parking section of the cavernous garage. Their ride turned out to be a large black SUV, and by the time the girls were settled in the back the other driver had caught up with their luggage. Suitcases stowed, he took the passenger's seat and they slid silently out into the night.
The drive out to the estate wasn’t a long one, but every time Allison looked Brad or the Driver was watching her in the mirrors. She found herself fidgeting and tugging at the hem of her skirt. Selene seemed to be noticing the same things she was, and she was frowning in annoyed consternation as they exchanged a glance. In the end the girls settled into uncomfortable silence for most of the drive, staring pensively out the windows trying to ignore the men in the front seat. Allison had been looking forward to seeing the famous Foxgrove estate, so when they came up the drive well after sunset she was a bit disappointed. The driver took them up the winding drive, and then pulled around to the side entrance for the south wing. Selene frowned and leaned forward, clearing her throat.
"Excuse me Eric, why aren't we at the family entrance?"
"Apologies Ma'am, There are some last minute things in progress and Mr Forsyth wants to keep the main entrance clear tonight. He directed for you to be brought in the South Wing entrance Miss." Selene gave an angry snort, and for a moment Allison expected her to demand the driver take them to the other entrance but then she rolled her eyes and grabbed her bags.
"Come on Allison, lets just go. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but its probably Markus being a prick." Allison glanced back at the driver, who was still watching her in the rear view mirror with an odd little smile she didn’t like. She sighed and grabbed her bag and followed Selene. Once they were out of the car the men followed, and she noted they'd grabbed the suitcases. The car had stopped under a small awning that would have provided them with cover from rain, and she noted that the side opposite of the doors had a full trellis of some dense vine growing up it, so that the entire space seemed slightly enclosed, and had no view to or from the outside world. It seemed an oddly claustrophobic design for a place so expansive, but she shrugged it off as she hurried to catch up with Selene as her friend headed inside. The south wing entrance turned out to be a set of double doors of some dark hardwood and ornamental bronze metal work. They opened into a strangely wide hallway. The floor was polished marble, and there was a hardwood counter cutting off two thirds of the space. With a start she realized it was a coat check station without the coat racks. Selene had also paused, and it was clear that this was new to her as well. There was still a faint smell of new paint. As they hesitated the two men came up behind them close enough to be uncomfortable, forcing the girls forward again.
"Through the next doors Miss. Master Markus has something to show you in there." Allison caught the odd flash of concern in Selene's face, rapidly displaced by irritation. Allison hid a smile, and followed as Selene stalked towards the doors. She anticipated quite a chewing out for Markus. Selene hit the doors and slammed them open, carrying through without slowing. She made it about three paces before she registered what was in the room and came to a sudden halt, transfixed in shock and horror. Allison stood in the doorway eyes wide as she tried to process what she was seeing.
The room they had entered was clearly a ballroom, with an arched ceiling topped by a glass dome three stories above. The upper sections had a ring of balconies, and there was a sweeping staircase that wrapped gracefully up and around. The room looked and felt like something from a Disney film, which only made the juxtaposition with what was waiting for them more jarring. At the edge of the polished hardwood dance floor on the last stretch of marble tile, stood a big man with a shock of dark hair. He was naked to the waist, showing off a torso corded with muscle.
Beside him stood a wooden scaffolding of a sort neither girl had ever seen in person, but recognized instantly from movies. On a raised platform about five feet above the floor stood a slender woman who looked to be in her mid-to-late-twenties. Her body was gaunt, the bones of her hips standing out sharply, and her ribs were clearly visible under her skin. She was blonde, and her hair was done up in a complex braid. Her pretty face was pale and drawn with absolute terror. Her full lips were distended around some sort of gag that clearly filled her mouth utterly, and the black leather straps securing it in place stood out dramatically against her pale skin. Her arms were secured behind her, held tightly together with zip ties at wrist and elbow. The uncomfortable posture forced her shapely breasts out and emphasized the bright steel of the rings through each of her nipples. She was up on her tiptoes, and her long legs were trembling with what was clearly long effort to keep her in the position. She was forced to strain to keep her head as high as possible because the structure she stood on was a gallows, and the hangman's noose was drawn tight around her slender neck.
Beside the frame Allison caught a vague impression of a table cluttered with odd implements and strange items, and she noticed two more men with the same predatory look as the drivers standing out to either side of the room. She whimpered and took a step back, only to run into the immovable object that was Brad's chest. In front of her Selene finally managed to stammer out coherent words.
"What the fuck is this?! Markus what the fuck are you doing?!" The man laughed and strolled towards them over the polished floor. He didn’t reply until he was within arm's reach of Selene. She'd been continuing to splutter shocked and incoherent anger as he approached, until he cut her off with a single ringing blow across the face. The slender dark haired girl's diatribe ended with a shocked squeal of pain and surprise as the blow half spun her and she dropped to her knees. Allison stared wide eyed, and realized that there was blood dripping from Selene's mouth. The bastard had split her lip!
"Whats going on is a long overdue change in family dynamics you stuck up little bitch. Now shut the fuck up." Selene went silent, huge eyes staring up in shock and terror. The man - Markus some part of Allison's terrified mind noted - turned to look at her. He looked her up and down, slowly, with a direct and frank appreciation that made Allison's skin crawl. He looked past her at the men behind her and nodded.
"Strip the little slut." Allison hadn't fully registered what he'd said before iron hard hands seized her by her upper arms from behind. She screamed, tried to fight, but it was useless. She might as well have struggled against a pair of gorillas. She felt them tugging, yanking on her dress, ripping at the fabric around her breasts and shoulders, and the feel of their hands on her was like toxic fire. She jerked, screamed, tried to get away from those defiling hands, but it was utterly useless. She felt something cool and hard and sharp at the back of her neck - a knife. For an instant she froze in panic. And then the knife moved down, slicing the thin fabric of her dress away without apparent effort, and her designer dress fell in half, fluttering to the floor at her feet.
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Markus heard the car pull out outside and then the outside doors opened. He rolled his shoulders in anticipation. It had been Marina he'd noticed first, Marina who had ripened before his eyes as he awakened to his true nature. Marina with the flashing eyes and fiery spirit he'd dreamed of breaking for years. Not surprising since Marina had the slender build and aristocratic beauty to be a fashion model if she hadn't stayed so short. For years Selene had faded into the background, washed out in the glow of her older sister's radiance. He'd been so used to ignoring her that when she'd come home for that last summer visit he'd been rendered momentarily speechless. In the last year or two the sweet, shy, awkward little Selene had come into her own. Now she had finally blossomed, and Markus had decided to begin with her.
Markus had never felt more alive. He'd known he wanted this since he was fourteen, but he'd never expected to be able to actually arrange it so perfectly. He felt like he'd taken the best hit of coke in the universe. He considered the plan one final time as he heard the girls crossing the coat check room. On the scaffold beside him Brooke was still whimpering and gasping around the punishment gag and the tension in the hangman's noose. He was still a little regretful about disposing of her, but he'd made up his mind. She'd been a fun slave, and she'd made great progress as a fucktoy over the last six years. Markus smiled as an instants recollection of the day they met flashed to mind. She'd turned him down for a date during his freshman orientation week at Columbia. She'd laughed and said she was a senior in a sorority and she 'didn’t date frosh-fish, no matter how much money their parents had.' He'd had Brad and Eric pick her up a few evenings later while she was out for a jog. She'd been his first real slave, and he'd learned a lot about his hobby from her. She'd been a lot of fun, and for a while not that long ago he'd even considered letting her walk free…ish. He knew he was done with her, but he'd considered setting her up in an apartment on her own, to be used only when he had a surge of nostalgia and listed as a cheap slut in local personals for when he didn’t want to use her himself… But the idea of his slave getting any measure of peace or respite after all these years bothered him. Afterall, she really wasn’t anything worthy of special treatment. Just another slut. It was an important final lesson in the dangers of sentimentality, and in a way he'd always owe Brooke something for that. It had been so long since she'd had any fight left, any spark. Of course he could have sold her for a fortune to any number of friends or contacts. Brooke was still stunning at 28 and exquisitely trained. On the other hand he didn’t care about the money.
With a thunderous bang, Selene came through the doors, stalking towards him narrow eyed. She made it about half way across the intervening space before she froze in place, dark eyes wide in shock and widening with horror. In that instant he examined the girl with new eyes, and felt his pulse quicken with lust. His younger step-sister was a delicately pretty little thing. She still had a girlish slim figure and no bust to speak of, but her black and white striped yoga pants clung to the recently ripened curve of her hips and ass like wet paint, and the school girl skirt she wore over the leggings further emphasized the girls form. She wore a tight black t-shirt with a brightly colored band design of some sort and a flannel shirt tied over her flat belly. Selene had clearly skipped most of her makeup for the flight, but her huge dark eyes were emphasized with a heavy application of eye liner. She'd gone more than a little emo in the last year, and its goth-Lolita aesthetic suited her perfectly. Just now those huge eyes were going wide with horror, and Markus felt a tremble of lust thinking about all the things those eyes would be horrified by in the coming days. Markus shook himself out of his thoughts and began to move.
She was yelling, demanding to know what was happening. She was yelling at HIM. He wasn’t really paying attention to the words, but her screaming was irritating and the disrespect was unacceptable. He struck Selene for the first time. He didn’t hold back, made the hit an open hand slap across her face. She dropped to her knees with a howl of shock and fell silent, staring up at him. It was a solid start. Selene's eyes made it clear that the thin veneer of confidence she'd worked so hard on for the last few years was shattering. Selene would be Markus' entertainment for the next few days, but he needed her to understand her situation, and his men would need their fun.
He'd begin with Selene's little dyke friend. He'd been aware of the relationship of course. He'd tapped both his sister's phones for years, and regularly checked their mail, both physical and digital. In fact, while Selene had been in the air he'd been busy with her email account, sending an updated itinerary out to the family explaining that she'd be delayed two weeks in Europe. Markus grinned in satisfaction as he turned his full attention to Allison Hannes. He'd seen pictures of course. He'd had his computer guy watching the girls' social media accounts, and he'd browsed their friends lists for potential pets more than once. Allison had always been a top contender for him, and here she was all wrapped up with a bow. Her parents didn’t expect to hear from her for over a month and were themselves out of contact on a winter trip to the Bahamas. He let his eyes play over her slowly and gave a silent whistle of appreciation. She was even sexier in person.
Allison Hannes was in many ways the polar opposite of Selene. Selene was slight and slim with porcelain pale skin, dark hair, and huge dark eyes. Allison was …not. She wore her white-blonde hair long, and it was currently pulled back in a loose ponytail that bounced near the middle of her back. Her eyes were the blue of a cloudless day in summer. She was also clear complexioned, but where Selene's skin was alabaster perfection, Allison had the sweet cream and honey complexion of a goddess. Allison lacked Selene's adorable doll-like sweetness, but where Selene was sweet Allison was sexy. Her face was stronger featured, the kind of face that would have been a good fit for a victoria's secret catalogue. Where Selene was slim and delicate, Allison was curvy and full figured, with heavy breasts and full hips. Despite the conservative neckline, the dress she wore clung to her in a way that left little to the imagination. It emphasized the full swell of her breasts and hips in a way that anyone with a pulse would find difficult to ignore. The hemline was mid-thigh and showed off the smooth length of her toned legs. She was head to toe the image of a corn fed American sexuality, the sort of girl that every boy in school had drooled over. If she wasn’t quite the prettiest girl in school, she was the one everyone dreamed about fucking. Selene was adorable but Allison was delicious. Desirable. Allison flushed crimson at his frank appraisal and took a half step back into Brad's chest and bounced, her eyes going wide and then darting back to where Brooke still teetered for her life. Markus gave a nod to Eric and Brad.
"Strip the little slut." They'd been waiting for their que, and moved like rattlesnakes. Brad's hands slammed out, grabbing the girl by her upper arms. Eric seized her dress and ran his massive hands over her, exploring the girls breasts through the dress. Allison was screaming, and trying to struggle, but Brads arms didn’t even jerk as he casually held her in place. Eric flicked out a knife, and when she felt the cold sheet Allison froze. Eric worked quickly and efficiently, slicing away the dress from her shoulders and arms. A mere handful of moments of work, and then Eric lined up carefully, and in a single practiced motion he cut the girls dress off of her top to bottom. It fluttered down to the cool floor and Markus' felt his smile go even wider. She was wearing a pair of white boy short panties which served to emphasize the womanly shape of her young body. The sweet curves of her hips, the ripe swelling curves of her belly and flanks. She carried a bit more weight than Markus preferred, and naked she was a little stockier than he'd expected. The perfect girl next door blonde. Not that it was her belly or hips that held his attention.
It was her breasts that had become his fixation. She hadn't had a bra on at all. As the dress came free and slid to the floor the full swell of her magnificent breasts brought the men in the room to a stop. The girl's tits defied gravity. They bounced and jerked as she struggled desperately, and it only served to emphasize how perfect they were. The pale honey tinted skin, lightly dusted with freckles over her chest, swelled in full ripe perfection, crowned with rosy pink nipples that hardened instantly as the cool air of the room washed over them. For a brief instant Markus considered leaving Selene to the pack of hard eyed men and taking the blonde instead. But no, fine as she was there would be plenty of time to fuck her. Plenty of time to enjoy Allison's breasts properly. Allison was the girl you fucked. Selene was the one you brought home.
At his feet Selene was staring open mouthed in shock, so Markus reached down, grabbed her by her slender throat, and lifted her to her feet one handed. Her hands scrabbled at his wrist, desperately trying to loosen his grip. Markus gave her a sharp shake and squeezed and she went very still, huge eyes wide as she stared at him in shock. Allison had gone still and quiet as well, open mouthed in terror. Markus lowered Selene to her feet and let up enough of his grip to let her gasp for air and then he spoke.
"As you can see, your roles in life have just been significantly altered. Your lives as human beings - of being worthy of respect, love, and tenderness.. That ended when you got into that SUV. From here on out you are fuck-dolls and nothing more. I know this will take some time, and I want you both to know: As long as it takes, as much as we have to hurt you, as often as we need to make you scream in agony, we aren't going to stop. I expect you dumb little sluts will find it a struggle to learn your new place in life, but we have all the time in the world.
Now. Before we begin you might be expecting there to be some safety limit, you may think we'll be forced to hold back. That we'll be worried about damaging you. I assure you that you little cum dumpsters are fully disposable, and if you can't be trained into enjoyable fuck-meat you will be discarded. Case in point… Now that we have a new blonde with fat tits I no longer have much use for the old one."
Markus turned and nodded to the man who had paced up from the back of the room. He'd stood next to the gallows, waiting. The man vaulted easily up onto the platform with a feral smile. Darren was both the oldest and the physically smallest of his enforcers at a few inches under six foot. He'd been some kind of counter-intelligence man in one of the ex-soviet states in his misspent youth, and Darren had the demented savage cruelty of a rabid weasel. The whole room watched as Darren sauntered up behind Brooke and ran appreciative hands over her slender body. He explored her as if they were lovers, and the girl writhed under his hands, squirming as though she loved it until the movement tugged the noose tighter. Then she squealed, gasped, and tried to go still. His hands cupped her pert breasts and he began to knead her breasts, and then squeeze and twist her nipples savagely. Brooke couldn’t struggle without cinching the noose tighter, but try as she might her unstable position made it impossible for her to keep her balance under Darren's ministrations. Every time he tugged particularly hard on her heavy breasts the noose got a tiny bit tighter. Soon the girl couldn’t even manage a scream through her gag, even as his abuse of her breasts escalated. Darren had her by the piercings now, and he stretched her breasts out viciously, laughing as each motion slipped the knot ever so slightly tighter. Derrick grinned at the room in general and then at the two girls in particular. Selene and Allison were staring in wide eyed uncomprehending horror. Neither of them had ever even imagined something so horrible.
"Seems a shame to send this fuckpet to rot in the ground without a final fuck, don’t you think? I want the last thing Brooky-baby here feels as she dies to be my jizz sloshing around that tight little snatch of hers one last time." Derrick laughed and pulled out his cock. He was already hard, and didn’t waste any time. He just slammed himself into Brooke. The girl was just the right height for him, forced onto her tiptoes as she was, and he simply grabbed her hips with both hands and began a punishing rhythm. Try as she might, Brooke couldn’t keep herself steady, and within thirty seconds her face was starting to go red as the noose jerked tighter with each thrust. It didn’t take the skinny man long to finish, as with every thrust into her he took a half second to work himself around inside of her, grinding his cock against the girls cervix. It was over in less than two minutes, and he roared out his enjoyment and came inside of her. He held her there for a long instant, suspended from the noose around her neck and his cock buried inside of her, holding her steady with a cruel claw like grip sunk into the tender flesh of her breasts. And then he stepped back, slipping free of the girls snatch. He didn’t hesitate, just reached over and pulled the release bar. There was a mechanical *CHUNK* and the section of floor under Brooke fell away. She didn’t have enough slack to fall, and as far gone as she'd been when he finished it took her a few frantic moments of flailing with her feet to realize she was going to die. Her feet kicked, desperate for purchase that wasn’t there. As she kicked she began to sway, each motion driving the knot tighter. As she faded her body jerked, shook, and finally went still. Darren stood where he was, and as the girl flailed he'd reach out to land punishing ringing blows across her body. The other three thugs just watched, and Allison craned her head desperately, peering between Eric and Brad's passive faces as though looking for a shred of mercy. They had none to offer. The two remaining girls exchanged a long horrified glance. For Selene and Allison all hope died with the strange girl they'd never seen before.
Markus sighed and released his grip on Selene's neck and took hold of her by the hair. She wore it short, but there was more than enough of her cute little ponytail to give him control over her. She squealed in pain and surprise, the unexpected agony pulling her out of her shock in a rush. Then she was scrambling along behind him as he dragged her across the dance floor. His grip forced her to walk hunched over, and her hands gripped his wrists with desperation as she struggled to take the agonizing tension off of her hair. Markus loved the way Selene's sobs of horrified terror watching Brooke's fate gave way to howls of pain. He had prepared a special room for his little sister, and if he didn’t get to fuck her soon he was going to snap. He glanced back at his two thugs still holding Allison by the arms.
"The fat titted blonde is all yours gentlemen. Take her down to the new playroom and break the whore in! Enjoy yourselves." Markus heard the Blonde scream as Eric casually threw her over a shoulder and headed for the hallway. The girl had a pair of lungs on her. Markus looked back to see her wide eyed terrified stare as the two bodyguards vanished with her into the side passage. He spared a glance for Darren who gave a curt nod. The scarred man had wanted to let Brooke die for real, and Markus had been tempted. But then he'd remembered the scorn she'd looked at him with that first afternoon when they'd met. Fuck that. Death was an escape he wasn’t willing to offer. He smiled as he dragged Selene down the steps to her own private hell. Even now the poor bitch would be gasping back to life under Darren's careful ministrations. Her neck would be tore up something awful but she'd survive. Unfortunately for her. Markus no longer had much interest in her beyond the abstract enjoyment of knowing the whore was suffering. He'd found the slut a forever home that would do nicely. By this time tomorrow Brooke would be chained to the floor of a solitary confinement cell in the nearby federal prison, ready to spend the rest of her life offering her holes up as a reward for good behavior. The warden had assured Markus that the bitches he used to reward good behavior usually survived for years, if you could call it survival. Markus felt his cock shift uncomfortably in his pants at the thought. Selene would be a wonderful pet. And after the reading and a few weeks to break the little slut in? Her sister. Markus smiled. Life was looking up.
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Re: The King is Dead
Intriguing setup, Selene and Allison are in for a time in hell, and I assume the other sister won’t fare much better.
I’m not sure it was necessary to strip Allison twice, the command “strip her” would have been strong enough to stop there the first time, and the recognizable time stamp for the second time to go into the details.
Stories with multiple POV are tricky, as it requires great care of the author to clue in the reader through whose eyes we follow the proceedings.
I’m not sure it was necessary to strip Allison twice, the command “strip her” would have been strong enough to stop there the first time, and the recognizable time stamp for the second time to go into the details.
Stories with multiple POV are tricky, as it requires great care of the author to clue in the reader through whose eyes we follow the proceedings.
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