I went to my bed, laid down, and stared up at the white ceiling. My face was sticky with dried cum and cum was all I could taste in my mouth. I wasn't even hungry. I shut my eyes and hoped I'd fall into a deep sleep from which no one would be able to wake me. But I was fidgety. I absentmindedly played with the ring on my finger, and realized they hadn't taken it from me. I wondered why. Maybe they knew what it meant, like John had known what it meant... John. Was he the reason they found me? It didn't make sense in my mind. He could have just followed me into the woods and taken me himself. And I would probably have gone more willingly.
Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that he had something to do with this. And I couldn't tell if I hoped or feared that he was the reason I was here.
The loud buzz of the bell disrupted my thoughts. I rose from my brief respite and went to leave, then realized I had absolutely no idea where I was going. I slowly opened my door and heard the sound of other doors opening as well. I then remembered that I was still naked. I gasped and shut the door quickly, though I knew it didn't matter - they were all probably used to seeing each other naked. But I needed something to hide my shame.
I quickly went to the closet and opened it, gasping as I laid eyes on the choices they'd provided. There was even a robe, albeit sheer and completely see-through. I put it on anyway, needing to at least pretend that no one could see my tits, or my pussy, or my ass. Just as I was tying it, someone knocked. Before I could respond, the door swung open and a girl about my height with short black hair, brown eyes, and perky little tits beneath her black babydoll négligé walked in. She looked me over slowly and smiled, licking her lips.
"So you're the new girl. I'm Mindy," she said, holding out her hand.
I reluctantly shook it and replied, "I'm Vivienne. How'd you-"
"We heard Missy giving you the rules in the hall," she answered before I even had a chance to ask. "Nice to meet you."
"You too... "
"I'm on night shift, you won't see me much... maybe."
"Oh?"
I had no idea what to say: So what made you decide to be a whore for these people? How many dicks are inside you per day, on average?
As though she read my mind she said, "You can ask me whatever you want. I love fresh meat. Speaking of, we should go down to dinner. They don't like it when we're late."
"We eat with them?" I asked incredulously. Fresh meat? I thought, embarrassed.
She laughed, "No, not at all! But our timeliness is reported by the guards. Come on, follow me."
I followed her down the hall and she said, "I hope you don't mind me busting in on you like that. You'll learn there's really no privacy here though."
"I'm beginning to see that, yes."
We went down a set of stairs at the opposite end of the hall from where Missy and Liam had brought me up. Two guards were posted there, and they smiled at us lasciviously as we passed them. We descended two flights in silence and exited the stairwell, went through another long hall, and finally reached the dining hall where about a dozen half-naked girls, some quite pregnant, sat on benches around a long, wooden table.
Mindy lead me to the head of the table and presented me to them. "Ladies, this is Vivienne. Vivienne, these are your new sisters."
Sisters? I briefly recalled Liam's comment about his mother's pussy and wondered if everyone was related. I'd just about had it with this place.
Mindy sat me down at the end if the table and took a seat across from me. I was immediately barraged with questions. But before I could even answer one of them, there were plates being set down before us. They were not feeding us some slop as I'd expected. Instead, there was grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, and steamed green beans, all perfectly portioned and all smelled very good. I looked up at the three female servants, who by the looks of their white, stained vestiges must have also been the cooks. I saw a messy bush of short, red curls and immediately remembered the woman from the café. The woman turned around and confirmed it: it was her.
She must have told them. She was the reason I was here. My eyes started burning with rage. The woman looked me over, sneered at me and laughed, "They didn't waste no time with you, did they?"
I didn't know what to say, afraid that if I opened my mouth I would jump up from the table and wring her fat, saggy neck.
"Yeah, I used to be just like you until Andrew's father got a hold of me. You had all that flirtatious talk about slavery with that handsome stranger, but you don't even know the half of it."
"Fuck you. You were never like me," I breathed.
Mindy reached her hand out and gripped my wrist. "Vivienne, don't. You could get punished if you talk back to the servants. They're above us."
"She had me abducted! I'm not here because I chose it, I'm here because those incestuous rednecks abducted me! And she told them about me!"
The woman smiled and replied, "That I did, 'n I got a nice bonus for it, too."
She turned and started following the other servants out the door, and I swiftly picked up my plate and winged it at her. It hit her back and she yelped as it went crashing to the ground. Instantly the guards were upon me, pulling me away from the table. One picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and carried me through the house, down a flight of stairs, and into what can only be described as a dungeon, lit by candles in sconces along the walls and a dim, yellowish overhead light.
The guard set me down wordlessly in front of a cage and opened its door. He just stood there, not even looking at me, waiting for me to crawl into it. It was about four feet long and three feet high, with bars widespread enough for me to at least slip my arms through.
I got on my hands and knees and started crawling in, not wanting to incur anymore punishment as I was unsure of just what the full consequences of my bad behavior would be. The guard grabbed hold of my sheer robe when I was about half-way in and yanked it off me, tearing the fabric from my body and leaving me naked with just a pair of useless sleeves. I shrieked, but he had no compassion. He made me remove the sleeves, too, and I was once again completely naked.
He shut the cage door and attached a rather large padlock to it, then left the room, shutting the door behind him with a bang that echoed in my ears and left me with an abrupt, deafening silence.
I curled up, rested my head on my arms, and wondered if it was good or bad that it wasn't John who lead them to find me. I was relieved and yet disappointed that it wasn't because of him that I was here. If he had been the reason, he might have come for me. Now that hope dwindled.
I'd been here for less than 24 hours yet it felt like days. In less than 24 hours I'd sucked cock five times, eaten pussy once, and had one man jack off on me. I'd been made to cum five times. At least I had that. I was strangely grateful for it. I fell asleep wondering if I'd start measuring the time in sucking and fucking instead of hours and days.
I was being shaken. Someone was shouting at me. I slowly came out of unconsciousness to feel my body being jostled back and forth against the cold metal bars of the cage that surrounded me. I opened my eyes and looked up at Liam, who was standing over my tiny prison and glaring down.
"Finally, she awakens! You know how hard it is to get ya up?"
"Uh-huh... " I muttered, attempting to stretch in what little space I had.
"You were a bad girl last night- Hey! Look at me! Get on your hands and knees!"
My eyes shot up to him from the metal floor. To be honest, I couldn't believe I'd been able to sleep on that, but given how I'd been used the day before, it made some sense. I propped myself up on my hands and knees and asked, "What time is it?"
Liam shook the cage once and said, "You are to address me as Sir, bitch."
I was angry at the rude awakening and responded, "You'd like me to address you as Sir Bitch?"
Liam crouched down, reached through the bars, and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. "You insult me and I promise your punishment will be far worse than I intend to make it."
"How bad do you intend to make it? Sir."
"You ain't gonna enjoy any of it."
"I didn't expect to, Sir. It's punishment."
He slapped my face and said, "Don't get smart with me. It'll only make things worse."
"Is there anything I can do to make things better, Sir?" I asked coyly, switching gears.
"Nope! Not right now!"
