My stomach couldn’t take much more. We were watching a live porn. It felt wrong. The worst part was the way the people in the room watched them. The lust. The crotch rubbing. The crazed eyes. One of the men at our table unzipped his pants and pulled his slave girl’s head to his lap, all but choking her as he surged deeply into her mouth. I shuddered and looked away, swallowing bile.
Jin skipped onto the scene in her mini dress and mini red cape, hood up, carrying a basket. When she entered the room and saw her grandmother being ravaged, the music screeched and her basket went flying. She tried to escape, but the wolf ditched the grandmother to catch the girl and pull her back, kicking and screaming. Her hood fell, revealing two long black braids and red lips. The grandmother hobbled over, trying to protect Little Red, but the wolf backhanded her, sending her sprawling. He held the girl down on her back with her hands over her head. She grabbed on to the chair legs of one of the patrons, jostling the man, and everyone laughed. Josef dislodged her hands, held them to the carpet, and pushed himself deep into her.
Jin’s face was so expressive as she arched her back. She looked blissful in her state of fear.
If only. Rape was nothing like that. Tears welled behind my eyes for the lies and injustice all around me.
The show went on, a display of fighting and fucking, back and forth between the grandmother and girl, until they were able to overpower him with a bash to the head. He fell to his back and the two females decided to give him a piece of his own medicine by using him instead. Little Red climbed onto his hips and lowered herself onto his dick. She crouched above him, moving her hips all the way up and down for the crowd to see. The grandmother lifted her skirt to her waist and straddled the wolf’s face. He grabbed her thighs and lapped voraciously at the offering.
As the music crescendoed, all three seemed to come at once, heads lolling, eyes closed, hips bucking. The room cheered, laughing and praising their performance to one another.
Marco looked down at me, a smile on his face, and all at once it disappeared. His eyes roamed my face angrily and I realized the tears I’d felt welling had spilled over and were running down my cheeks from underneath the mask. Before I could lift my hands to wipe them, Marco wrenched me to my feet and was shoving me toward the door.
My breathing went ragged. I knew I was in big trouble, and all I could do was frantically whisper, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
Marco pushed me toward Luis at the doorway and said in Spanish, “Prepare her for punishment. I will be in momentarily.”
My silent tears turned to sobs as Luis gripped my arm and yanked me from the room.
I would come to think of this day as the worst day of my life. The day my true brokenness began. The day I learned I’d do just about anything to avoid pain. The day I stopped thinking of my body as my own and gave in to the fate of my new life. I think that’s the part I hated most…how easily I gave in, and what a relief it had been. I’d only been there a day. I was weak, and I hated myself for it.
It felt like Luis was dragging me clear across the villa. I mumbled pathetically, “No, please. I’m sorry.” He shushed me and led me through a set of black, ominous doors into a darkened room. My eyes adjusted and an icy fear leaked into my blood.
It was a room of sexual torture. A rack table with wrist and ankle cuffs, chains hanging from the ceiling and walls. A frightening layout of whips and dildos. I shut my eyes against it all, as if that could make this long nightmare go away. I would open my eyes and be home again, and I could tell my friends about the horrible, vivid dream I’d had. I wouldn’t even care if they laughed and call me a freaky perv for dreaming it, because I’d be home and safe, and I could laugh with them.
But that didn’t happen.
Luis pulled me to a rounded piece of equipment that looked like a vault or horse, covered in brown leather.
“Take this off.” He motioned to the dress.
I grasped my shoulders, crossing my arms over my chest, and scrunched inward. “Please, Luis. I didn’t mean to cry. I won’t do it again!”
He actually looked a little sorry for me.
“Please,” I whispered.
“You must never upset your Master, ‘specially in front of patrons. Never cry.”
I nodded. “Okay. I understand. I won’t—”
“You must be punished. Take off the clothing.”
I held back another round of tears. I wanted to fight back, wanted to fight so hard, but I was scared. Fear and fury dripped like a numbing solution through my system.
My hands shook as I slowly pulled the stretchy dress over my head. Luis took it from my hands and tossed it toward the wall. Then he gave my back a push until I was bent over the rounded table. My whole body trembled uncontrollably now as he raised chains from the floor and bound my wrists. I felt him to the same to my ankles, tightening everything so I couldn’t move. I whimpered, feelings of panic rising.
“Oh, God,” I called out, trying and failing to get any wiggle room.