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  The words were like lumps in my throat as a chorus of women repeated them, sobbing, begging at their Masters feet to end this charade. But it wasn’t a game, it was real, and we were about to lose a part of us, I only hoped we were granted the same deep sleep Adam had all those years ago.

  Chapter 17

  Zander

  One by one, the slaves were led away to their holding rooms to await their new fate. Each one had to have a full work-up to make sure she could withstand such a surgery. With six doctors staffed within The Faith, it would take close to two days to complete all thirty six rib removals. I didn’t know if it was lucky for Phoenix and I to be in the first set when the doctors were fresh, or if it would have been better to be at the end when the doctors were more experienced. Either way it didn’t matter. The order had been drawn at random, and it couldn’t be changed now.

  I took Phoenix to the same room I had spoken with her after the auction, and watched as she slumped down on the bed and blew the air out from her cheeks.

  “This is really happening, isn’t it?” She asked the ceiling.

  “It is,” I responded, sitting next to her, my hand settling on her knee.

  “You know this is barbaric?” She asked, sitting up to face me.

  All I could do was nod. She was right. It was.

  “Can’t you stop this?” she asked, grabbing my hand.

  I pulled away and stood up, walking away from her touch. I knew I needed to prepare her, and console her, but I was at a loss. This was by far the biggest task ever invented by the high council, and with my father dead, there was no one to stop them from doing exactly what they wanted.

  “Zander!” she shouted and I turned around.

  “What the hell do you want me to do Phoenix? Huh,” I yelled, releasing my own pent up anger. “You want me to go against everything I was raised on? You want me to grab you and we can run far away from here, in a world that will never understand us? Is that what you want Phoenix?”

  Her eyes were large as a single tear fell from her left.

  “Why not?” she whispered.

  I expelled the air in my lungs. Why not indeed, I thought. I wanted to tell her how badly I wanted to flee this place. How I wanted to grab my inheritance, my sisters, her, Mildred, and even Gwen, and leave this hell for good. But I knew it wouldn’t happen tonight, and if I let my true nature out from within me, we would never leave.

  “This is our destiny,” I whispered to her. “I am your Master, and you are my slave. Nothing we can say or do is going to change that.”

  We both took a moment to compose our thoughts, an eerie silence bouncing back and forth between us.

  “I’m scared,” she finally said.

  “I know, but we will get through this. You got through the first task, you’ll get through this one, and you’ll get through the last, and then we’re done.”

  “And then what?” She asked, standing and approaching me.

  “I don’t know little bird,” I said grabbing her around the waist and pulling her in to kiss her forehead. “But I know you aren’t ever leaving my side. Do you understand me?”

  She nodded and I kissed her head again as she tucked into my chest.

  “It’s a simple surgery. Two to three hours tops. You’ll be home in a few days where Mildred will make sure you’re properly taken care of. You’ll be good as new soon.”

  We stood that way for a few minutes, rocking back and forth to invisible music, before a knock sounded at the door and Wayne walked in.

  “Ah, my little flame, how I’ve missed you,” he cooed waltzing over to us to grab her from my arms and pull her into an unwanted hug.”

  “I missed you too, Daddy,” she whispered insincerely.

  “I bet you did, my little girl. Your Master is probably fucking you ragged isn’t he?” Wayne chuckled and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

  “Let go of her,” I growled through gritted teeth. “She’s mine.”

  “You forget who you’re speaking to, boy,” Wayne said, pulling Phoenix away from him and tossing her towards the bed. “I am the interim High Master, and as soon as the calendar strikes twelve months from the day your father passed, I will be the High Master.”

  “Not if I claim it first,” I seethed, the beast inside pacing and begging to be released. “By birth right it is mine, and I’d rather die than see the likes of you take over The Faith.”

  I could see Wayne’s face turning red with every word I spoke.

  “Get out,” I yelled, pointing at the door. “You’re not welcome here.”

  I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I breathed an internal sigh of relief when he turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him.

  “Are you ok, little bird?” I sat on the bed and looked at Phoenix.

  She nodded and sat up. “Never in my life did I think I would fear or hate that man. He was such a different person before all of this,” she told me, brandishing her arms in the air around her. “I don’t understand.”

  I thought maybe she was going to cry, but instead she just look puzzled at the direction her life had taken in such a short amount of time.

  “Listen to me, Phoenix. Your father has always been like this. Since the day he was born he was a foul man. He just hid it from you very well, and the day he was allowed to let you know, he did. I shouldn’t tell you to be thankful you had twenty one good years, but it’s true. So many of the girls your age aren’t so lucky. Their fathers didn’t hide their truth from them.”

  She didn’t respond, too lost in her own thoughts. I didn’t know if she was thinking about what I had just said, or her past, or her very near future task at hand, but I knew I needed to prepare her for the latter.

  “Phoenix, we need to get you prepped for this task,” I whispered, grabbing her hand, breaking the trance she was in.

  “This is really going to happen, isn’t it?” She asked.

  “It is, and I’m sorry. I wish you didn’t have to. But just know, I have done as much research as I could in this short amount of time. You should, in theory, feel no lasting effects and be up and running in a few weeks.”

  “Where were you?” She asked me suddenly, catching me off guard.

  “What?”

  “Where were you when I was being dragged from my bed, masked and cuffed?” I could tell her anger was rising, and what we didn’t need was high blood pressure right before her cosmetic surgery.

  “We were told to meet here. We weren’t allowed to tell you for fear of some of the girls trying to run. I wanted to tell you, but the penalties had you been caught would have been severe for both you and I.”

  “What would they have been?” She asked. I didn’t want to tell her. But I wanted her to understand the gravity of our situation.

  “You would be stripped away from me and either sold to another Master, or put to work at the community center as a whore. I would have been kicked out, losing my lands and everything I own.”

  “I don’t want another Master,” she said, vehemently shaking her head.

  “And you’re never going to have another. Only me. Do you hear me?” I said, grabbing her chin with a bit more force than I intended.

  When her lips found mine of their own accord, I knew she had heard me loud and clear and maybe even possibly held the same sentiment. I let her take the lead, knowing she was about to undergo something awful in my name. The least I could do was give her a shred of the control she had had ripped away the day of the auction.

  She pushed me backwards on the bed and straddled my waist, her legs falling on either side of me, her lips still locked with mine. I kissed her with a hunger I hadn’t felt until she had entered my life. It was carnal and rogue, and when her hand dived between us to grip my cock outside of my pants, I growled at her.

  “Is this what you want, my little slut,” I warned her, flipping her over on the bed to lay between her legs.

  She nodded, her pouty lips, full and red, her tongue coming out to we
tten them.

  “Answer me!” I timbered.

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered, looking me dead in the eye.

  Those two words opened the cages of the beast and with deft hands, I pulled down my pants, pulled up her nightgown and slid inside of her warm wet cunt like a starved man feasting at a buffet.

  We both groaned loudly as my entire cock nestled deep inside of her and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “Hold on, little bird. This is going to be fast.”

  She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingertips gouging into my skin, spurring me forward.

  “Fuck, slave, you don’t know what this tight pussy does to me,” I cried out as she drug her nails up my back and then down again.

  I wasn’t going to last long, but I needed to taste her cum on my lips. I reached down between us and found her clit. A few strokes and some light pinching and I knew she was close.

  “Don’t you dare cum without asking me for permission, slut. Do you understand me?”

  She moaned loudly and I pinched her hard.

  “Yes, Master. I’m so close!” She cried out.

  “Then ask me!”

  “Master, M-Master. May I please cum?”

  “Hold it,” I commanded her, pulling my cock out of her and kneeling on the floor, throwing her legs up and over my shoulders.

  My tongue plummeted into her, licking her up and down her delicious slit before settling on her clit. I licked and nibbled at her sensitive bud until her legs tightened around me.

  “Master, please!” She shouted.

  “Please what?”

  “Please may I cum?”

  Her body was frenzied and her torso bucked. With one hand I stroked my ever hardening dick, and the other I held her pelvis down.

  “On the count of ten, my pet. Don’t cum before I say so.”

  “I won’t, Master, please,” she whispered, holding her orgasm at bay.

  I stopped licking, “Ten.” I started again.

  “Nine.”

  “Eight.”

  “Hold it, slave, you can do this,” I coaxed, as I could feel the orgasm building with every swipe of my tongue.

  “Seven.”

  Her hips pushed forward towards my mouth.

  “Six.”

  Her knuckles were white as she gripped the sheets around her.

  “Five.”

  “Four.”

  “You’re almost there, slut. Just a few more.”

  I was teasing her, and I loved every fucking second of it.

  “Three.”

  “I can’t hold it! She screamed.

  “Yes you can!” I commanded, my tongue halting for a moment so she could back away from the edge just slightly.

  “Two.” I whispered into her cunt.

  “One.”

  Her legs shook as a powerful orgasm overtook her body and she was helpless to stop it.

  “Yes, my whore. Cum for your Master. Cum on his tongue like the greedy slut you are,” I whispered my approval as I licked and sucked the juices coming out of her hole for another few seconds, but I couldn’t hold my own back any longer. I stood and on the tail end of her orgasm, I slammed my cock deep back inside of her and let her cunt milk the orgasm from me.

  “You’re such a good little slave,” I praised her at the peak of my orgasm, the feral beast inside of me growling and scratching its way to the surface.

  I bent down, pushing my body against her and grabbed her face, forcing her to look at me as I pumped her full of my cum.

  “You like being Masters filthy little cum slut don’t you?”

  “Yes Master,” she cried out as she rolled through a continuous orgasm.

  “Tell me. Tell me how much you love it,” I demanded.

  “I love being your filthy cum slut, Master,” she whispered, her body convulsing again.

  “Louder! I want the entire community to hear you say it!”

  Her cheeks flamed red and her mouth stayed tightly locked.

  My hand came out of nowhere, slapping her face hard before going to her neck and pushing against her carotid artery. “When I say louder, little bitch, that’s not a fucking suggestion!”

  I tried to wrangle the monster, but he was already free, and he was hungry.

  “I LOVE BEING YOUR FILTHY CUM SLUT, MASTER!” She bellowed, her eyes filling with tears as I released her throat and hit her again.

  She coughed and sucked in oxygen before I could choke her again.

  I pulled out of her and took her by the hair pulling her off the bed.

  “Clean this mess up,” I shouted, pointing at my dick, wet with both her cum and mine.

  She didn’t hesitate as she took my shrinking cock into her mouth and licked it clean. When she was done, she didn’t stop and a little of my pride beamed through. Maybe she could handle me as I was.

  I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her off of me, taking a step back as I locked up the gluttonous monstrosity back in its cage.

  I didn’t speak. I didn’t know what to say, but I leaned down and grabbed her under her legs and picked her up, cradling her to my chest as I sat us both on the bed. Several moments passed of silence before I felt my humanity restore to the fullest.

  “You did well, my little bird. Very good.”

  “Thank you, Master,” she squeaked.

  “Tell me how you feel?” I asked her, rubbing her back.

  “I’m ok,” she responded, another sniffle escaping her.

  “Don’t lie to me, little bird,” I scolded.

  “You confuse me,” she stated, throwing me backwards.

  “How so?”

  “One minute I feel like you actually like me, and then they next, I’m pretty sure you hate me,” she shrugged.

  Her words shocked me to my core and I twirled her around so she was straddling my hips and looking me in the eyes.

  “I don’t hate you, Phoenix, on the contrary, I’m quite fond of you. But you bring something out in me. I can’t describe it. What we just did-- it’s who I am. It’s what I am.”

  She looked at me with one eyebrow raised. “But it’s--humiliating,” she whispered.

  “I know,” I told her nodding my head. “But that’s what I enjoy.”

  “You like to hurt me? Humiliate me?”

  “Yes, I do. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care for you as well. What we do when we play is just that. It’s an act, and secretly, I think you like it too.”

  She blushed and looked down immediately.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking, little bird,” I said, bringing her chin up with my finger.

  “I care for you too,” she mumbled.

  “And?” I coaxed.

  “I liked when you choked me,” she said, her face turning redder.

  “And?”

  “You scare me.”

  I couldn’t say I hadn’t been expecting that, but even so, the words with like a dagger to my heart.

  “You’ll learn to understand what we have, Phoenix. You’ll soon grasp that even when I hit you, or call you mean names or sound harsh, it’s not a reflection of you, little bird. It is something that turns me on and brings me pleasure.”

  I could see the wheels spinning in her head as she digested my words.

  “I like bringing you pleasure,” she admitted, shocking me again.

  “We will get through this together little bird. You will find out what brings me pleasure, and I will find out what pleasures you.”

  “I’d like that,” she whispered, yawning and laying her head on my chest.

  “Me too, little bird. Me too.”

  Chapter 18

  Phoenix

  I had seen the hurt in his eyes after I told him he scared me. I wanted to console him, but what would I say? Everything in my head sounded stupid and patronizing. He covered up his hurt by trying to console me but I still felt like shit.

  I could tell when things changed between us during our impromptu sex. Zander went from
passionate and mildly rough, to wild and dangerous within the span of a millisecond, and a part of me deep down inside loved what he was doing. There was another part that had been honest. He truly scared the shit out of me.

  “Would you believe me if I told you I enjoyed what just happened?” I whispered to him.

  He was shocked, I could tell, but he tried to play it off.

  “I wouldn’t.”

  “Why not?” I pouted softly.

  “Phoenix, did you enjoy it?” He asked me point blank.

  “Yes.”

  This time he didn’t hide his surprise.

  “You continue to shock me every day little bird. Let’s get you through this task and then we can see what happens from there.”

  The mention of the task brought the fear right back into my chest. The chest that would soon be missing an entire bone out of it. As if the mention of the word task was some sort of siren, there was a knock at the door.

  “Come in,” Zander prompted and I tucked into him, hoping his body might swallow me up. “Phoenix, I would like to introduce you to Master Benjamin. He will be performing your surgery today.”

  I didn’t want to even look at the man, but I knew if I wasn’t the good and perfect slave, I would embarrass Zander, and that was the last thing I wanted.

  “Good Evening, Master Benjamin,” I said, scrambling off of Zander’s lap and dipping my head in a bow.

  “My, my, Zander. You sure did get a sexy one,” Benjamin whistled lifting my chin to look him in the eye, “And so obedient.”

  “She’s mine, Ben. I don’t share,” Zander warned from behind me.

  “Understood,” he said, taking a step back.

  For the next thirty minutes, Benjamin asked me different health related questions. After we were done, I was led to another room to check my weight, height, and to do a urine sample to make sure I wasn’t pregnant. Some small part of me hoped that I was so maybe I could get out of this surgery, but Benjamin caught the look on my face pretty quickly.