I know, I know I promised the next chapter to By Night, My Love and I will post that next week, scout's honor. To put some readers at ease, though I may flip flop around stories, I fully intend to continue on every series that I post here. And yah! I have editors! Woot, woot. This story was edited by the awesome and fast AdrianaBelen :), you beloved godsend :). (you can probably tell how much I hate editing by now lol) This may turn into a small series, probably the projected length of Sweet Submissive if you guys like this. As always, rate and comment.
Warning: Some heavy non-con, maybe triggering for some people.
Btw: Even though its not mentioned in this installment their full names are Cadamine Soliene and Harlan Gage.
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Cady kept her eyes squeezed shut and her hands clenched in a death grip in front of her. The first and only glimpse of her captors convinced her that her best options were to be blind, deaf, and mute. She succeeded in two of those things; if she could have, she would have gladly ripped out her ears too. The screams of the other abused girls painted a vivid enough picture of what was happening to them. One of the men that kept them hostage picked a girl from among the captured girls not even a few moments ago and raped her exactly five feet away from Cady.
Cady had cried silent tears in tempo to the other girl's screams of agony and anger. The other men had only laughed. One of them had complained about her crying ruining the show and savagely kicked her in the ribs.
Now, the raped girl leaned against the dirty wall next to her, absolutely silent. Cady would have thought her dead except she could still hear her breathing. She so badly wanted to say something, anything to the quiet girl but nothing came out. What did one say to a girl that had just been raped by scum?
Are you okay?
Do you need anything?
I'm sorry this happened to you?
None of that sounded right, so she did the one thing she would liked done to her if she had been in that situation. Her hands were stained with grime and sweat but she nevertheless moved her right hand and placed it gently on the hand lying limply a few inches from her.
At first, the hand jerked under her tentative touch but then it turned over and clasped her hand fiercely. Cady squeezed back as the girls screams repeated themselves over and over in her head, paling in comparison to the girls true torment. Sniffling, she shuffled a little closer to the girl, hoping to offer her whatever body warmth she could. The walls and floor were cold, hard cement and the air carried a damp bite. With little hesitation, the girl huddled closer to her and Cady took another chance and wrapped her arms around the girl. The girl's skin was cold and clammy, but Cady guessed her skin felt the same. However, it didn't feel uncomfortable; in fact the human contact actually soothed her to a degree.
They didn't say anything to each other, just held each other as the minutes ticked past and they waited for their captors to come back. The low buzzing of the flickering light bulb grew obscenely loud and the girls' laboring breathing mixed in with the drip of water created a cacophony of sounds that made Cady's head ache. She needed a distraction. Out of nowhere, she heard a soft humming, something that was neither sad nor happy, just an outcry from deep within the soul. It was her soul; she realized a few minutes later it was she who was humming.
Cady continued to hum until her parched throat protested and her humming tapered off to a dry cough. Again, the sounds started invading her head and this time it was much louder. Cady gathered some spit into her mouth and swallowed it down, and began to hum again, needing whatever distraction she could get to escape this awful place and those monstrous men.
God, she was a plain and simple nobody with a boring nine to five job who lived in a small bungalow. All she was missing was a cat. At least she could be grateful for that because then all she'd worry about is her imaginary cat going hungry. Cady stifled a laugh at the thought but somehow, on its path from her stomach to her throat the strangled laugh turned into a sob. The girl in her arms stroked over her hand and Cady cleared her throat to start humming again. That settled the girl down as she slumped against Cady once more. A few minutes later, her uneven breathing slowly transitioned into that of the slow, even breaths of sleep. Cady was grateful for that. For a few hours the girl would escape her current prison.
Cady wondered how the women in the room had gotten here. She suspected that their stories in one way or another mirrored her own.
She had just gone to a bar, hoping to be adventurous and bold for once. She should have been suspicious of the sudden appearance of the handsome man after her third shot of liquid courage. Handsome men never hit on her. He'd bought her a drink and feeling bolder than she had in her whole life, she leaned into him and began making out. She cringed now at the memory, at the shameful and slutty way she behaved. He'd taken her out of the bar and led her to his big, black SUV. Cady finally got her wits about her and tried to pull away but he quickly shoved her against the car, hitting her head against the door. He had hit her so hard she fell to the ground, when he brutally kicked her in the stomach she puked out all the alcohol she consumed that night. After that, it was becoming a blur until she'd woken up in a moving van handcuffed to a group of girls, each trembling and crying.
Suddenly the door to the room burst open. Cady jumped, as did the girl in her arm. A tall woman stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips. Cady shivered, knowing instinctively this wasn't just one of the goons. She wore skin tight leather pants and a matching bustier under her red leather jacket. She stepped into the room, the light casting a long shadow under her sharp cheekbones. Cady shivered as the woman sneered at the cowering women, baring her canine-like teeth.
"This is a sorry bunch of sluts if I ever saw one," the woman said to no one in particular as she walked around the room, looking over each individual girl. Cady looked down when the woman came to stand over her, breathing a sigh of relief when she passed by without another comment.
"You will all address me as Mistress Kadara. Consider me your...pimp," Mistress Kadara waved her hand as she explained. "Don't speak, and listen to what I say. You will fuck when I tell you to, and we'll be fine. Now," she clapped her hands, grinning widely, "We're going to have a little party for you girls; a welcome party."
Cady didn't like the sound of that.
"Get up," Mistress Kadara commanded in a hard voice.
Two burly men Cady hadn't noticed before stepped into the room, pulling some the girls that weren't fast enough to their feet roughly. Cady helped the girl beside her to stand up, using the wall to support her shaky legs. She'd lost her high heels some time ago, her feet blackened and scraped. Pain ricocheted from the bottoms of her abused feet with every step but she shuffled along with the other women without complaint. The two men herded them out of the room down a long a dimly light corridor. The girl clasped Cady's hand tightly and Cady clung to that small lifeline.
A series of turns led them in front of a black door; there, they were told to stop. Mistress Kadara entered, but bade them to stay there. Loud music and masculine laughter filtered through the door and Cady knew what awaited them inside that door. They were either going to be sold off or passed around as party favors. Cady choked on the thought that she was going to lose her virginity in such a foul way. Her obnoxious prom date was looking better and better now as her cherry picker. At least he would have finished with her in a minute and been off of her in less than that. These men would torment her, take everything that was supposed to be sweet and meant to be shared with her lover and twist it into a degrading, painful torture on her untried body.
After a few minutes, the door was opened again and they were ushered into a dark room. There was a curtain in front of them, the voices and music coming from beyond that small and flimsy barrier. Mistress Kadara was speaking, welcoming the men that were there and promising them a sweet treat. Cady gulped. She highly doubted she tasted sweet, more like sweaty and salty.
Mistress Kadara pushed open the curtain and a bright light momentary blinded Cady. She let go of the girl next to her to shield her eyes and she instantly regretted it. A room full of hulking, dark men in various states of undress was leering at them, already undressing them with their eyes. Their sweaty musk made her nose wrinkle and she quickly dropped her hands, preferring to be blind to their smirking faces.
"Take your pick, on the house for Diego's men. All that hard work deserves some hard play," Mistress Kadara purred, eliciting more cat calls and howls. Cady's body jerked and she stepped back a little, trying to look as small as possible.
"Why don't the officers come up first and choose the girl of their liking?" At the Mistress's invitation, five men came up to the stage, looking the women over.
One of them stepped onto the stage, walking before each of them. He stopped in front of Cady and she stopped breathing all together. He wasn't looking at her though; he was looking at the girl next to her.
"Pretty," he commented, lifting up her face with a grimy hand. The girl made a move to doge his hand but he viciously slapped her across the face, his gaudy ring catching on her lips and splitting the flesh. Cady quickly stepped between them, dropping low to help the girl up. The man kicked Cady in the back and took the girl with him. She whimpered as the man grabbed her up, swinging her over his shoulder, firefighter style. Cady struggled to her feet as the girl screamed, blindly reaching out for help. But there was no help.
One by one, the other four men took their pick, lifting them off the stage and disappeared through the back among the throng of men. They looked like ants swarming a piece of food, surrounding the girls until Cady could see nothing of them.
Cady turned her face to side and began to cry softly. A short, thick man stepped in front of her and licked his fat lips. His hand reached out and Cady flinched as his fingers gripped her bodice and ripped the fabric down her front. She instinctively screeched and began to shield her body with her hands. For her efforts, she was backhanded to the sticky floor. Blood spurted into her mouth, choking her with the metal taste. The man's hand then tangled in her mess of hair, dragging her off the stage. She kicked out at the marauding hands that grabbed at her body when the man threw her onto a small table, knocking some beer bottles to the floor.
She screamed, and again she found herself being swarmed by five men, the stocky man that had choose her, came to stand between her thighs. Two men jerked open her legs, another two held her down by her wrists to the table. Cady began fighting desperately to get free; she struggled until she was slapped by one of the men. Still, she could not stop fighting, would not stop fighting until she was dead.
Coarse hands grabbed at her bared breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples. Their nails left long bleeding welts on her flesh, the pain only urging her to fight harder. Adrenaline rushed through her veins and pulled at her restraints but it was futile. The man between her thighs ripped her lacy panties and she gasped when she felt the cold air brush over her opening.
Oh, god no! Not like this.
