Seduced By The Alphas Ch 04

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Bump in the Road.

I had put myself in such a perfect position of vulnerability, laid my soul bare to him, embraced my slavery. The last few weeks had been a blind roller coaster of emotions. I had gone from being a complete sexual novice, to doing things I had never even thought about. My head swam.

It was nice to be cared for, but it was lonely to be isolated. For that I could only blame myself, I thought I knew him, and it appeared I did not. Yet I didn't wish to leave, at least not yet, I wanted to make a go of it to make a life together. This 'relationship' certainly was not nearly as romantic as I had hoped our relationship would be, but I had to confess the early warning signs were there. I didn't heed any of them, all I could think of was he offered that rarest of dynamics, and he had the ability to follow through with it. However I was ill prepared for the next hump in the road of our relationship.

It was late Tuesday evening. We had finished dinner which Master most often chose to eat in the lounge room as he halfheartedly watched a movie or the news. He would never settle on a single channel, and it seemed if I became engrossed in anything in particular he would just as swiftly, with no regard for me, change the channel breaking my interest. I had taken to not really watching the television at all because of the futility of the exercise, and I also could not understand the majority of what was said.

Most weeknights it was just he and I, and this evening was no exception. I looked across at the computer sitting innocently on the desk, Master's e-mail open on the screen and contemplated my guilt at attempting to communicate to the world.

"I want to talk to you."

Master's words pulled me out of my self examination. He indicated I sit at his feet, and I hurriedly ran over the events of the day fretful I had erred in some duty that he may have found disappointment in. He put his hand on his stubbled chin in a gesture of great thought, absently rubbing his jaw.

"I have been thinking Lidia. About the future and us." All I could hope was that this was a good thing, perhaps finally a ray of light in my bleak existence? "And I have decided that we should have a child."

I did not fail to notice he had said, 'I.'

He smiled down at me like this news of his would make me the happiest woman in the world. If he expected me to respond in feverish joy he did not get his wish. I felt like I had been hit by a car. I did not know how to respond, and I could not believe his sudden change of heart. He had always told me he never wanted any children. Not now, not ever.

"This will be a good thing." He continued. "You will have something to focus on here while I work."

I struggled with his reasoning, this was a child, not some sudden flight of fancy, something you could give up on, or give away if it didn't work out. I could hardly see us raising one the way Master chose to live. I was only twenty one, admittedly he was ten years older than I but it seemed at this moment I was the adult here.

I was not sure if he wanted my opinion or not, but this was too serious to let lie. I had to speak my peace. I told him I was not ready, that I was way too young, that we were not married, and I was not yet legal here. I knew by the look in his eyes I was treading dangerous ground.

He grasped my shoulders firmly and looked me in the eye. "I feed you, I put the clothes on your back, you sleep in my bed and under my roof, and you are telling me my child is not good enough for you?"

I did not know how to answer. No matter what I said he would condemn me. So I said nothing.

"Tell Me Lidia." He growled menacingly. I could see his anger rising rapidly to the fore. "Does the fact I wish to let you have my child not honor you?"

It was a loaded question, if I answered no he would beat me for sure, if I answered yes he would assume I sanctioned the idea.

"That's not what I was saying." I tried to counter feeling like a trapped animal. "Of course it would be an honor, but I just don't think we are ready, so soon."

He sat, still holding me, his hands like talons gripping me tightly, he did not say anything for some moments. I hoped fervently he was seriously considering what I had said. He sighed and shook his wild golden mane from side to side.

"No Lidia you just don't get it do you?" His voice barely more than a caressing whisper. He poked his finger hard at my breastbone. "You are my slave, my property. I decide what is best for you. And you my slave... OBEY!"

This last word was shouted with full force at my face spraying me with his saliva. I winced and he thrust me to the floor. He stood up and towered over me. I was sure he was going to beat me. I unashamedly cowered pressing against the coffee table. He laughed one of his cruel laughs, and poked the hard toe of his steel cap boot into my ribs, with just enough force to make it hurt, but not enough to cause damage.

"You will have my child. I have decided and we will begin on it today." With that he wrenched me off the floor and dragged me to the bedroom.

True to his word Master took all my birth control pills and flushed them down the toilet, every, single last one. He made me watch feeding on my obvious distress, and with that act I lost the last thing that separated me from women of ancient times, the ability to have any form of control over my body's fertility. I was damned with that act.

I guess I can understand Master's desire, he is older than I. I just never really took the time to imagine him with a family. I guess again as with his promise of his mark on my flesh, I heard him but did not interpret his reality. My mistake.

A very large part of me wants his child, but it conflicts with my ideal of slavery. Even as a little girl I would find myself daydreaming of a baby. My own family so fractured, I feel the need to make it right. If not in my childhood, then in the childhoods of my own children. I am resigned, if the great mysterious powers that be wish it to happen, it will. Who am I to fight it, nor him. He is right, to carry his child will honor him. With that status possibly I can hope for a little more as his slave as well. Hope, yes that's all a slave has really, and I will hold on to it with all my heart.

I think most women long for a baby, if not early in their life at some point it becomes a focus. It is in our natures to give, and to love. At least it is in mine. I must confess I have spent a great deal of time thinking about it in recent days. Daydreaming what it would be like to create life and love a little one, our little one. Would he be different then? Would it be a little girl so like me, shy and demure, or a little boy golden and strong like he is? He would melt if I gave him a son I am sure. Even here unhappy things creep in to taint my beautiful pictures, cruel and dark possibilities. So dark I do not wish to voice them lest I make them real.

Today as I do on many afternoons after my chores are complete, I sit before this monitor, my window on the world. I answer my letters, chat with a few dear friends and enjoy my short time socializing before Master's dinner must be prepared, and his return.

I do not wish to justify my existence here as his slave, nor do I feel I need to quantify my reasons for what I have become. I am merely that which I am, no more, no less. I do understand that which I do is an act of rarity in itself. Possibly insanity as well.

Many have told me my slavery is that of the kind of bygone days. I think on this, is slavery really something of the past, or is it something we just pretend no longer exists? Many women who marry are they not doing just the same as I? One may disagree, but what about women in the developing world? It is a hard fact they are seen as no more than chattel to their men. In the Middle East a woman's birth is not even recorded I believe. I am still of the mind it is, and truly will always be a man's world.

*****

Today I make an unusually late entry. I do this for the most part to calm my sense of worry. It is strange how one can sense something is very wrong even when there appears no evidence to the contrary.

Master had left for work as he did every morning. I cleaned the house, played with Cleo, and looked at the forbidden internet. Six pm came and went, as did seven pm. Master sometimes does return late, he is not one to tell me of his plans. As the hours pass I sense today is different. I linger by the front window waiting for his car, but still no sign.

I have started to imagine frightening scenarios,

what if he never did return? What would I do? Where would I go?

As the time edged on to ten pm, I am feeling decidedly fearful. I sit in the darkness staring into the street, Cleo purring, taking full advantage of my lap and my petting hands. She helps ease my mounting state of panic. I am glad of her company.

It was almost eleven before I saw the car stop in front of the house. It was not Master's car though. My heart raced as I saw a broad shouldered figure get out and walk purposefully towards the door, I knew even in the half dark it was Master's brother. He turned the key in the lock. I was unsure how I should react. With my blanket pulled about me I knelt on the floor as he entered the darkened house. He almost trod on me, his boots hurt as they collided with my outstretched fingers.

"Get up girl." Was all he said.

I could hear the strain in his voice and cold tendrils of fear gripped me as I sensed something was very wrong. I had long ago learned not to speak out of place and waited for him to tell me his news. Which I sensed was going to be bad. He directed me into the kitchen and sat me in a chair, he followed suit.

"My bro... Your Master." He corrected. "Has had an accident."

My world darkened on hearing those words and I was fearful to hear the rest of his announcement.

"His leg got crushed at work, some steel fell on him. He's okay, but his leg is badly broken. He is at the hospital, they are operating on him now. He was very insistent I come here and stay with you. So I will be here until he can come home."

My head reeled, I could not believe what I was hearing, and I was wondering what this meant for me? I had to assure myself everything would be alright.

"He was very lucky." His brother continued in his halting English. "But he will be in the hospital for a few days."

I myself could hardly call having a broken leg lucky. I wanted to be there by his side, it was my place, and my duty.

"Can we go see him?" I ventured, finally a real excuse to get outside, my cabin fever was terrible.

Master's brother just shook his head. "I think it is best if you stay here, he will be home soon, and you can look after him then."

I saw him looking at the coffee maker, I got up from the table to answer his non verbal request. He smiled at me fitting his fingers together and cracking his joints as he stretched lazily.

"You would make a good wife." He said, and I knew he meant it.

I could have kept my cool if he had not held up the key to my chastity belt. I could not believe Master had given it to him.

I made him that coffee, he liked it black and strong with spoonfuls sugar, just like Master did. He spent some time winding down after dealing with his brother's emergency and did not make a move for bed until it was well after midnight.

"Kom." He requested.

He was not my Master, and I side stepped his request telling him I would be right along after I cleared away the dishes in the kitchen. There were not many, but I hoped that by the time they were done he would already be asleep and I could avoid him completely. I turned from him to the sink and did not expect the touch of a hand on my shoulder.

"Kom." He repeated more insistently.

He was like Master in many ways, but unlike Master his elder brother was a pool of calm, and I found dealing with him was like trying to push aside a solid stone wall.

Again he was not my Master, and I shrugged his hand from my shoulder. I had refused him before and I intended to again, and now without the ability to avoid a possible pregnancy it was paramount I did. I was sure that would have been what Master had wanted also. He did not leave but stood behind me. Neither commanding me to fulfill his wishes or backing down on his request. He was a very resolute man and I found his passive force most intimidating.

"You don't like me do you Lidia?"

I could feel his warm bulk behind me. I had not expected him to come out with that, he almost sounded hurt. I did not know how to answer as I fumbled with the coffee cups in the sink, enjoying the sensation of the hot water on my hands.

I hedged, hoping to pacify him. "No, it's not that, you are a wonderful man. It's not that at all." I was repeating myself. "I know you are lonely, I know it must be hard." I tried to commiserate, obviously the recent loss of his wife had been very difficult for him. Not something one would expect at only thirty-eight.

"Yes, it is." He said pressing himself into my back. "Very hard."

I could have killed myself over my choice of words. He pulled me from the sink. I slapped at him and missed, he laughed catching his fingers in my collar.

"I can see why Frej bought this, very useful."

He commenced to drag me by it across the kitchen floor. I slid on the black and white linoleum catching my little toe painfully on an upraised join, my blanket fell to the floor. As he pulled me through the rooms I scanned wildly about for anything I might reach to hurt him with, but there was nothing. As he wrestled me through the bedroom doorway in desperation I bit his hand, it was no play bite. I bit down as hard as I could.

He snatched his bloodied hand away and yelled. "Lede sæk!"

I knew it meant 'fucking bitch,' the afternoons with Mick and Master had taught me a lot of filth. He was no longer his usual, calm self. I almost fell backward but righted myself and ran back to the kitchen to sight his wallet and keys on the table top. The key! It was my freedom and I snatched it up, wrestling the appropriate one from the jumble of other unidentified keys. He was fast behind me, I had it in the lock and turned it. The door opened and there it was my passageway to sweet freedom.

I never even made the center of the yard, I screamed loudly for help, it was late, the city sounds at their minimum I am sure many heard it. He was on me his hand hard over my mouth, wasting no time dragging me back inside. I tried to bite him again this time without success. He got me inside and slapped me hard, it stung immensely and cut the inside of my mouth.

"Hold kæft!" He shouted commanding me to shut up, forgetting I did not understand his language in his passion. He bolted the door and shoved the keys in his pocket. In some ways he was more fearsome than Master. Seeing this usually very placid man so enraged, I wondered in that fleeting moment if perhaps I had really screwed up. I had now possibly angered and alienated the only other person I may have been able to use to my advantage.

I did not have long to debate this course, however. This time he hauled me to the bedroom, tied my hands together behind my back, and used me roughly, oblivious to my distress while I cried. Surely on his return Master would be furious with him, and I planned to tell.

I did not sleep at all well, he seemed to. All night he snored close to my ear and I stared at the ceiling, wondering if Master would be, as his brother is in ten years time? I hoped not. Morning finally dawned and he stirred freeing me. I guess he had to go to work, I did not ask. I was just glad to have him gone. I made him breakfast, he gathered up his things. I was very happy he had overlooked something Master never did, the chastity belt, and I was congratulating myself on the wonderful day I was about to have.

I was very wrong. He grabbed me with suddenness this time catching me completely off guard, he did not mess about as he had in the past. He held me very firmly and pushed a gag into my mouth, and I was mortified to realize he was taking me to the basement.

Down the stairs past the washing machine, the boiler, and down the back into the dark.

He fucking knew this was there!

I thought with alarm. I tied to scream to no avail all I did was drool. I fought him for all I was worth. He said nothing and manhandled me into the dank space with unerring efficiency. I kicked at him and he slapped me, the marks from his hands raising hot welts on my skin.

Why was I not surprised he possessed the key to this prison of my dread also?

He padlocked each of my hands to the steel uprights of the door, and closed it. I would be forced to stand in this position until he returned.

"I cannot trust you after last night, so until my brother gets home it will be this. I have to go for work."

He clicked off the light and left. When I heard the front door close, I began to fight the steel restraints and the gag with all I had. A gesture of futility on my behalf which only left me tired, sweating, and chilled.

*****

For three days until Master returned from the hospital I have had to endure this daily imprisonment. In spite of my pleas he did not relent. I guess my near escape last Thursday evening scared him, and I kicked myself for being my own worst enemy. I've shivered here totally chilled, my legs finding it difficult to be forced to stand for such long hours cramp. I've ached with thirst, felt hungry, and worse pissed myself. I guess this is how those without hope spent their days locked up in dark medieval prisons. Three days was more than enough for me.

Each night my jailer would return in Master's absence, he would watch me like I was a high security detainee, make me shower and in spite of my discomfort which he seemed oblivious to, sit while I made him dinner. Then he would watch the television a while until he was ready for bed, where he would use me without reservation. He has taken to chaining my collar to the bed frame, making nights difficult as I often wake and have to ask him if I may pee. Officially I now feel too afraid to not comply with anything he wants. I just want Master home.

*****

I felt totally degraded as I emerged from the dark basement. I could not even look at him. Master sat enthroned in his great leather chair, his right leg in a bulky cast, propped up on the ottoman and some pillows. His brother hovered behind me. I felt like I was entreating some all powerful monarch for his mercy. I knelt before him. I could smell the scent of the hospital on him alien in this setting, and realized I was getting used to my nakedness, it had become second nature, even proper. I wondered briefly if it was possible if I could forget I needed clothing all together and actually go about this way in public? The thought frightened me, is this how madness begins?

"I hear from my Brother you have been very bad Lidia."

At least he used my name, I could cling on to some vestige of humanity. His voice stern and tired had my full attention. I nodded unable to bring myself to say a word.

"Hum." He said thoughtfully. "I did not need you to make this worse, it was bad enough for me already. I was most worried about you Lidia." Cleverly turning the conversation about as he often did to make it seem he was the one in most distress, when all knew otherwise. "So tell me why did you misbehave?"

Silence was my friend, it was my mantra, my comfort. Intuition had already told me that Master already knew all. This time I elected to appeal to his sense of pity. A possibly unrealistic hope as I knew that portion of him was very small.