Broken (Billionaire's Blood Slave 2)

Broken

The Billionaire’s Blood Slave
2

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Copyright 2012 by Rosa Steel

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Captive

If she closed her eyes, Alice could almost
pretend she was somewhere else. Almost.

No matter what she did, there was still the
harness. Knight’s men hadn’t taken it off her, even though she’d
begged them to. It pressed into her skin with a horrible, degrading
sensuality. The black leather straps crossing to either side of her
slit rubbed the skin just enough that she couldn’t forget that
Knight’s hands had been there. He’d been inside of her against her
will, and he would take her again whenever he wanted.

And maybe she’d come again, like some easy
slut. There was nothing she could do about that either. For a long
time she cried, drowning in her own shame and terror.

The other vampires hadn’t even spoken when
they’d thrown her in the cell the night before. They’d simply
pushed her in with their cold claws and shut the door.

Alice’s prison was richly carpeted in white,
but windowless and bare except for a luxuriously large bed. It took
up most of the space, tall, plush and draped in a silvery fur.
Adjoining the bedroom was a bathroom small enough to be a closet.
There was nothing in there of interest - only tissues and soap on
the counter. The soap smelled like crushed herbs and rosewater, so
good that she could have taken a bite of it. The part of her brain
still capable of logic told her the reason for the lack of
furnishing: There was nothing here to commit suicide with. Even if
there had been something Alice was not sure she could have done
it.

The overall effect was that of an expensive
hotel crossed with an asylum, and the hotel part was worse. When
she nuzzled into that soft fur and felt it scratching against her
bare belly, she was –for an instant – comfortable as a slave. When
she caught herself it made her want to retch.

After an hour or so a pale servant came,
carrying a tray of gleaming silverware and equally gleaming food. A
succulent roast quail was nestled between fresh spring vegetables
in a tureen in the center. Glossy pastries were in their own dish,
and soup, and more things that she didn’t know. The vampire kicked
the bed where she was curled up, until she jumped.

“Food, slave,” he snarled.

When Alice failed to answer he left the tray
lying on the floor and hissed with disgust.

Was that the ribbon?
She reached up
and touched it. It was snug, deep crimson and wound tight around
the soft skin of her throat. Knight’s mark on her – a ‘claim’, he’d
said. She wondered, exhausted, if the servant would have hurt her
without it.

Alice cursed her own weakness, feeling it
like a rock in her stomach.
He did NOT do you a favor. Nothing
he did to you was good. Nothing. You are not a slave,
she told
herself. That would have been easier to believe if her ass didn’t
sting from his whipping, and if there weren’t leather straps
hugging her chest. She was still wet from his cock inside her, his
cum glistening on her pale thighs.

Alice left the food where it was and crawled
under the fur. Curled up in the warm dark she ground her teeth and
sobbed, trying not to remember how good it had felt.

---

There was no way to tell time, but she
supposed it must have been dusk when they came to wake her. She
didn’t hear them come in, only jolting awake when they slammed the
door behind them.

There were two of them, and she thought they
were the same ones that had helped kidnap her. The vampires leered
at her, glancing at each other as if sharing a private joke. Both
were tall and ivory pale, though shorter than Knight. One was
obviously Scandinavian, or had been in life. His hair shone like
corn-silk, and ice blue eyes stared from other heavy brows. The
other was some confusing mixture; at least part Asian, with soft
chestnut hair. In other circumstances she might have been amazed -
they were two of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen. Alice
wondered if Knight chose servants based purely on how attractive
they were, or if all vampires were simply gorgeous.

“Rise and shine, slut.” The dark one grinned
at her. “You’ve got a date with the boss.”

At the word ‘slut’ something stirred in her.
“Fuck you,” Alice said, before she had time to think.
Time to
find out if they really can’t harm me,
she thought,
morbidly.

“Hah! We already did,” He was grinning
dangerously, unable to contain his pleasure.

“Quiet, Vic.” The blonde snarled.

“What?” Her eyes widened, and suddenly her
heart was pounding. She flattened herself against the wall.

The blonde only scowled, reaching down.
Though she flinched away he was quicker, and he grabbed a hold of
her harness. The straps bit into her exposed flesh as he yanked her
off the bed, her breasts swinging freely, bare to their hot gaze.
She whined helplessly as he dragged her closer to his chest. Now
the other, Vic was behind her, laughing under his breath. He was so
close that the hair on the back of her neck stood up. When his
first light touch fell on her skin she jumped, squeaking in fear.
Vic’s fingertips traced feather-light down her spine, then
continued, parting the soft flesh of her buttocks.

“Stop,” Alice gasped, her voice high pitched
with terror. “Knight will kill you both.”

The blonde looked over her body with painful
slowness, smirked. His hand went to her throat and slipped roughly
between the blood-red ribbon and the delicate skin of her
throat.

“Too bad about this, eh?” He said, sneering
over her shoulder. “I suppose we will never have her again. The
lord Knight can be so sentimental.”

They forced me while I was drugged
,
she thought, turning cold.

“Damn shame,” Vic breathed, hot at her ear.
His hand slid lower. Deft fingertips brushed over the lips of her
sex. “She was less annoying when she couldn’t talk.” His finger
rubbed, just slightly, so that Alice squealed in fear.

“Not too far,” the blonde warned.

Vic sighed in disappointment, stepping back.
“Fuck, Sig. You can be such a drag.”

Thank you,
Alice thought, trying not
to cry.

The ribbon might have meant she was protected
from wandering hands, but apparently they were still allowed to
force her to move. The blonde, Sig, had reached into his pocket,
and now un-reeled a length of supple black leather. Her mind spun,
but it could only ever be one thing: a leash. The silver clip was
polished to a high shine, matching the silver inlay on her harness.
Alice could only blush in shame as he snapped it to the D-ring
between her trembling breasts.

“You think this is bad, slut?” Vic whispered,
“Wait till he gets bored and pierces your nipples. Nothing like a
leash on a nipple ring--”

“That’s enough,” Sig growled. He seemed bored
now, like he just wanted this over with. He gave a hard snap on the
leash, enough that Alice stumbled forward a step. “Come along,
slave.”

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They passed through a maze of dark corridors,
with her stumbling as she took steps too long for the chain between
her ankles. There were no windows, not even when they passed
through larger rooms. Alice watched the architecture change as they
grew closer to their destination- steel rebar and concrete to
lushly detailed wallpaper, glossy hardwood.
Where is this
place?
She’d never been anywhere even slightly similar.
Wondering about the building gave her a chance to stop thinking
about the vampires, the leash, and the creature waiting for
her.

Finally, Vic pushed open a door, beyond which
were only stars and snow. No - it was a glass tunnel. The stars
were outside, the snow was piled high against the panes beyond the
glass. They dragged her through, and Alice was immediately plunged
into sweltering humidity and moonlight.

“Fucking hate this place,” the blonde
muttered, loosening his collar.

Alice flushed in the heat, immediately
breaking into a warm sweat. Her thighs rubbed together stickily as
she took her tiny, stumbling steps. Ahead was glowing light, hot
and yellow as sunlight, and a wall of green.

“A conservatory,” she murmured.

“Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.” Vic
snarled, reaching over to yank her leash.

The conservatory glowed with life, a glass
dome taller than a three story building and filled to the ceiling
with towering plants. The air was richly scented, heavy with dew
and nectar. The concrete floor of the tunnel had turned to
gloriously plush grass. It reached up between her toes, tickling
pleasurably across the soles of her feet.

In this beautiful place Knight was waiting,
dark as a panther in the jungle. He sprawled on an antique chaise
longue, bathed in the golden light pouring from a chandelier.
Unlike last night he was dressed for comfort – at least more so.
His shirt was white, immaculate and crisp against his pale skin.
The pants were simple and dark but perfectly cut. He’d kicked his
feet up, lazing over the expensive furniture in a way that was
painfully alluring.

His black eyes flicked up, fixed on her
face.

Alice’s breath caught in her throat. As hot
as the place was, she suddenly felt like she’d been dropped into
icy water. She tried in vain to hide her bare flesh, pull back away
from him, but the pair of vampire flunkies only snarled at her.
They dragged her closer step by step, like a wayward puppy.

In this light he glowed as pale as marble,
with eyes deeper than the night sky. He looked her up and down,
slowly, enjoying her discomfort. At first she stared back, but her
instincts screamed at her until she looked down and away, trembling
slightly. The flunkies stood silent to either side of her, the
blonde one holding tight to her leash.

“They tell me you didn’t eat anything.”

“Didn’t meet my standards.” Alice rasped,
trying and failing to sound nonchalant. It was stupid to taunt this
cruel man, but even if it meant a whipping she had to prove she
wasn’t afraid of him.

“And I see you’ve recovered your sarcasm.”
Knight leaned back, grinning just wide enough to bare one gleaming
fang. “In my youth I would have beaten that out of you, or worse.
You should consider yourself lucky.”

“What changed?” Alice asked, before she could
stop herself.

“I grew up!” He laughed, “It only took four
hundred years.” He stretched, as languid as a jungle cat. This
strange place seemed to be his element. He sprawled confidently
over the antique wood, allowing his eyes to rove over her young
flesh. His gaze never softened, though. He stared at her with a
predatory intensity.

“Still,” he said, after a while, “you
shouldn’t test me. There are far worse things than a whipping.”

“There’s nothing worse than this.”

“Quiet,” he snapped, sharp enough that she
jumped. Moving with agonizing slowness, Knight stood and stretched.
He stalked towards her, circling her like a lion circles its prey.
Without warning his hand shot out, cupped her sex. Alice gasped,
flinching helpless against her bonds. His fingers were cool and
hard, and they manipulated her mercilessly while she squirmed.

“I need to break you,” his fingers slipped
over her sex, parting the lips easily, “this is insufferable.
You’ll be much happier when you can stop pretending and enjoy your
position.”

Alice flushed bright red, mewling a little as
his finger dipped past the outer folds and into her slit. To her
horror she felt heat creeping through her. Her treacherous body
leapt at his touch, made worse by the damp heat of the greenhouse.
Her pert nipples tingled as they stood up, and she could hardly
breathe. She heard Vic snicker behind her and winced, suddenly
feeling their eyes on her.

His finger slid out of her, and he looked
over her shoulder at the two vampires still waiting. Alice would
have given anything to die at that moment, but all she could do was
stand there with eyes gleaming, trying desperately not to cry. The
shame of being touched by her ‘master’ was bad enough, but in front
of these other two it was agony.