IT WAS
so
god damn
frustrating.
She had a weapon-she had a plan-and she could not get the opportunity.
Phyllis refused to believe he somehow knew about the little knife hidden in her room. She was sure if he found out, she wouldn't live an hour.
Still, it was uncanny and supremely frustrating that after coming into her cell night after night, sitting in her chair and getting a blowjob-the exact scenario she had planned for-he had changed things up.
First, he started cuffing her hands behind her back, saying she 'needed to get better at using just her mouth.' It made it impossible to grab and use the knife.
Then he kept disappearing for three or four days at a time. She certainly didn't mind not having to deal with him, but it extended the amount of time she was stuck here, and made the tension build.
She tried to stop her jaw from clenching, tried to control the anger and keep her expression slack and neutral. If she gave into her rage, she'd forget her plan and try to kill him. And while he deserved to die for everything he had done, she wanted him alive.
Everything he had done, she thought bitterly. Not just to her, but to Kitten and Rogue as well.
She thought about what Kitten had told her, and her lips quivered with sadness and anger.
A few times, he had told her to spend the night in Kitten's room. Not to have sex-just on a whim.
Phyllis was still mostly silent and withdrawn, but the two girls did talk some. She actually liked Kitten, who was smart and sweet and struck her as competent-someone who could deal with almost anything.
So one morning, after they woke tangled up together in the not-quite-big-enough-for-two-people bed, Phyllis told her.
'I can understand the other girls. Rogue is just submissive-this is like a dream come true for her. And Trouble thinks that...man hung the stars in the sky.'
Phyllis shook her head. 'But I don't get you. Why does someone as bright as you obey someone who's such an evil bastard so eagerly?'
Kitten smiled and brushed Phyllis' hair away from her face in a very big sisterly manner.
'You don't understand Dove. This is all I've ever known. I was born into this.'
She almost laughed at the puzzled look on Phyllis' face.
'My mom was a slave, just like me. I've been serving and obeying my whole life.'
'Dear god,' Phyllis muttered, shocked. 'You've never been free?'
Kitten shook her head, still smiling gently. 'Nope. I wouldn't have any idea what to do on my own. This IS my life.'
She ran her fingers through Phyllis' hair again. 'Don't look so upset hon. It really hasn't been a bad life. I've always lived in palaces, I've never wanted for anything. I've only ever had to worry about one thing-pleasing my Master or Mistress.'
'Yeah but...I just...'
Now Kitten did laugh. 'I know, I know. I'm supposed to be all sad and bitter and yearn for freedom. But honestly, I can't even imagine it.'
'I'll tell you something else,' she continued. 'This is a pretty easy gig. Trust me-there are a LOT of worse owners.'
'That's hard to believe,' Phyllis said, frowning.
'That's because you never really made it past the training stage. Training is always rough. Even for me-when Master first brought me here, he needed to teach me how to do things his way. It was hard.'
Phyllis couldn't think of anything to say.
'Even now, you're still fighting. Yeah, you obey, but it's mechanical. You still haven't embraced and accepted your position. When you do, you'll be much happier.'
Phyllis scowled. 'No offense, but I hope that never happens.'
Still, as much as Kitten's story made her seethe and grind her teeth, it was nothing compared to what happened to poor Rogue.
He liked to lock her in a chastity belt when he went away, knowing that a few days of total abstinence would leave her panting eagerly for him when he returned.
One night, a couple weeks ago, he came home as the girls were finishing supper. He had taken them all into a parlor, pulling them onto his lap one after the other to cuddle and fondle them.
The others cooed and purred happily. It took all of Phyllis' willpower to endure his groping.
Then he'd fallen asleep on the couch, reminding them all that he was a man in his 40's. After a while, Kitten sent the rest of them to their rooms.
Phyllis was awakened at some point in the wee hours by shouts, banging and cries of pain. She shuddered when she realized it was her Master yelling angrily.
'All you bitches get out here-NOW!' he bellowed, punctuating the high volume command by slamming his hand against the wall.
Terrified, Phyllis hurried out into the hall. He was still dressed, his hair disheveled, one strong hand gripping a sobbing Rogue firmly by the hair.
'Come!' he growled, and stomped down the hallway, half dragging the small girl.
Rogue cried and whimpered, saying 'please Master please' over and over until he stopped and jerked her upright, making her squeal in pain as he yanked her brown and white hair cruelly.
'Shut the fuck up whore, or I'll cut your fucking tits off!'
Rogue trembled and clenched her lips, tears rolling down her face. In the dim light, Phyllis could see her eyes were wide with terror.
He dragged her the rest of the way to one of the punishment rooms and flung her inside. She fell heavily, her head hanging, and the other girls followed reluctantly.
'Kitten!' he barked. 'Put that bitch in the frame.'
