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.
