Madeleine Abducted (21 page)

The
slice of steel through his heart, a quick death had it been made by a blade
rather than by her words. This woman, one who was far better than any person
within The Estate, was so much
more
than she could ever know; this woman was reducing herself to garbage, to an
object not worthy of care or concern; and he was forced to allow it. His voice
was controlled and so dangerously low as he responded, “Any person within The
Estate would know that if I were to fuck a woman … a slave, she would be kept
in pristine condition to ensure that the sight of her would serve to make me
hard. That is your purpose, Madeleine. Now do as I ordered and fulfill your
role.”

Aaron
took a sentinel position at the other end of the room as
Maddy
dried and combed out her hair. When she’d finished with her hair, she retrieved
the toothbrush as commanded, just as
Xander
entered
the room to pass something to Aaron. Once her teeth were clean, she watched in
the mirror as Aaron approached her.

“Tell
me why you love music, Madeleine; how it affects you.” Aaron already knew the
answer to this question, had discovered it when he’d seen her on stage, and
again when she played in his music room.

“I
can hide within it, surrounded in beauty, rather than a witness to the cruelty
of the world.”
A quick response, one that took no thought
before being said.

Unrolling
the blindfold, he watched as the lights in the room bounced off the small metal
beads that were pulled over leather cording to make up the front. Those same
cords were tied at the sides to secure the beads and were left long enough to
be used to tie the mask to the face. “I’m going to blindfold you, Mouse, allow
you your hiding place. It won’t be the same as the music, you’ll still be able
to hear the nightmare that goes on around you, but you can at least pretend
that you’re shielded and outside of view.”

Aaron
walked up behind her, reached over her head to pull the mask across her face,
securing the cords in a knot at the back of her head. Through the mirror, he
looked at the vision of her body, her silken hair as it cascaded in waves down
the front, only partially obscuring the swell of her breasts. He hated to admit
it, but the addition of the mask made her even more appealing, a mystery veiled
in leather and metal.

Finishing
up his inspection, he straightened his spine, pulled his shoulders back and
placed a mask of indifference over his face. There was nothing else that could
be done
;
no additional time with which to prepare her.
“
Xander
will lead you behind me, slave. When I’m at
rest he will place you where you need to kneel. People may approach you, may
touch you and I will allow it. If I hand you off to another person, you are to
go with whomever I say. Do not hesitate for a moment in your obedience,
Madeleine. If you do, there’s a good chance you will not be returning to my
quarters.”

The
weighted sounds of their boots echoed through the halls of the building as
Aaron and
Xander
led
Maddy
to her presentation.
Maddy
couldn’t see anything.
Although shielded by the mask Aaron had given her, she could still feel the
energy as it rolled off of the men, her other senses awakened in response to
her lack of sight. Their pace was hurried yet steady, her legs faltering every
so often from her fear. Not knowing what to expect had her terrified, her
insides knotted in dread. She was thankful she’d not eaten much that morning,
afraid that her nerves would cause her to get sick, to fail in her
presentation.

When
their steps slowed,
Maddy
heard a loud click and the
distinct creak of doors being opened. Stopping suddenly, the sounds of laughter
rolled out from in front of where they stood; unruly male voices, excited and
loud.
Maddy
wasn’t sure whether she should kneel
because they’d stopped moving. Just as she started to bend down, they moved
again, stepping forward into what she believed was the ballroom where she’d
been gifted to Aaron. The rowdy behavior of the men calmed almost instantly
when they entered the room. A few more steps forward, and she felt how
Xander
pushed against her, indicating to her where she
should kneel down. Doing so, her skin was struck by the chill of the stone
floor, her knees feeling bruised from the amount of time she’d spent on them
that day. Her body trembled and shook, her mind racing with images of what the
men looked like around her. Terror overtook her when she finally heard the
voice of the man who’d abducted her.

“So
good to see you, Aaron. I’m sure you have questions as to why I ordered the
presentation of your slave so soon.” His accent was familiar, an air of
entitlement and refined taste dripping from each syllable that he spoke.

Aaron
bathed himself in apathy and boredom, effectively containing the boiling rage
within his mind and body. With his body held straight and strong, his green
eyes met the steel grey of his father’s, the corruption a wild thing running rampant
in the stare of the man who’d raised him. “It is of no concern, father. If you
wish to admire my slave sooner rather than later, I bear no ill feelings toward
your request.”

A dark chuckle, evil pouring out of each sound that was
produced.
“I’m
so sure, Aaron. I’ll enlighten you then. There have been some strange rumors
running rampant through The Estate. Men have whispered that you allow your
slave to be clothed, that you treat her as more than an object for your use.” Standing
up from the large, throne-like chair placed in the front of the room, his
father moved about with a feline swagger, a strut that had been practiced and
cultivated over his many years. “I sent my men to you, Aaron, in an attempt to
squelch the ridiculousness of those rumors.” Stopping suddenly as he stood by
Emory and Vincent, he smiled. “They reported to me that you gave your slave
pleasure instead of taking your own.”
A weighty silence.
“It concerned me, to say the least.”

“Do
you question my methods?” Aaron asked.

A
throat clearing, a hushed murmur amongst the men that sat within the room; his
father looked between Emory and Vincent before returning his attention to
Aaron. “I do. Explain why these reports are circulating; reveal to me the
method to your madness.”

“The
whispers of clothing are a fabricated rumor. Your men can attest that when they
arrived at my quarters, the whore was not only naked, but also bound in
shackles to the bed, her body soaked from the ways I had used her. When I
forced
pleasure from her body, it was in
the presence of three other men, it was a means to embarrass her, to shame her,
to make her get off on the torment of her Master.” Aaron paused, his mind
reeling at having to speak about
Maddy
in such a way,
his rage a blazing inferno that she’d been present to hear those words. “While
I appreciated Emory’s excitement to see my ass and cock, I do not fuck in
public, that is my choice and my right in the position I hold within The
Estate.”

His
father’s shoulders shook with silent laughter, having been amused by Aaron’s
insinuation regarding Emory. Behind him, Emory’s face took on a vengeful scowl,
the scar along his cheek reddening from his anger. “Very well, Aaron; put in
those terms I can understand why you demonstrated her to my men in such a
manner. However, I would like to inspect the whore myself, see how well you’ve
trained your slave.”

His
steps echoed through the hushed silence of the room, the click against the
wooden floor as it approached a jarring sound to Madeleine’s ears. She remained
motionless, her head facing down, her hands wanting to wring over themselves as
she forced them to remain still. The fast beat of her heart conflicted with the
slow beat of the father’s steps; the sound of blood rushing through her head,
the only thing muting the terrifying sound of his approach. When she felt Aaron
move aside, panic coursed through her veins, her skin cooling from the sheen of
her perspiration, while the intense heat of fear threatened to burn her to ash
inside.

“Remove
the blindfold.”

Hands
quickly moved to her head, loosening the strings knotted at the back
immediately upon the father’s command. When she felt the cool metal pulled from
her face, she didn’t want to open her eyes, didn’t want to witness the monster
who stood before her. Forcing them open, she kept her eyes trained to the
floor, the order not having been given that she look up into the face of
depravity and contempt.

A
hand reached below her, a finger pulling her face up to so that she could look
into the cold grey eyes of a man far older than she. The angle in which he held
her face caused pain in her neck and spine, and her hair to cascade down her
back until it reached the upper swell of her behind. A sardonic grin, the
corners of his mouth turning up until the lewd expression of his face made her
want to retch from her disgust. Turning her face back and forth to examine her
features, his smile grew brighter when he saw the red mark across her cheek and
the swollen and broken skin of her lip.

“So,
you’ve been a violent Master to your slave. She’s marked all over her pretty
face.” A deep chuckle saturated in the filth of his amusement. “Why am I not
surprised the executioner favors drawing blood when spilling his seed?” The
father’s hands moved down her body, causing her skin to crawl from his touch. Cupping
her breast he pinched the nipple so hard, she had to bite her tongue to keep
from crying out in pain. He grinned again when he saw the bite mark left by
Aaron the previous day.

“What
full breasts this one has. Not used and spent like the other whores of the
house.” His hand released her breast, crept slowly south along her torso
stopping as his fingers explored the flesh between her thighs. Bile rose into
Maddy’s
throat from his touch, the effect not near the same
as when it had been Aaron’s hand caressing her skin. Every muscle in her tensed
when he slipped a finger inside her, circled it around to test the strength of
the muscles of her core. Forced to keep her eyes trained downward, she watched
as that disgusting finger pushed farther inside, the delicate flesh burning
from her lack of arousal.

“My,
my, Aaron, I do believe I outdid myself on my gift to you.” He pulled his hand
away before using his other hand to pull her face back to his, to make her
watch as he licked her clean of his fingers. “I do believe I want to ride her
myself. Unlike you, I have no qualms about fucking in public.”

Maddy’s
body clenched, her gaze returning to the floor once the father
had released her. Tears threatened her eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall,
wouldn’t disappoint Aaron. She wondered if he would allow this to happen, then
realized it was a certainty based on what he’d said to her before they left his
quarters.

“String
her up, I want her shackled to the table, her ass bared to me to take what I
want.” Several sets of hands grabbed around her arms as she was pulled up into
a standing position; her knees almost giving out from the weight of her fright.
Led to a wooden table,
Maddy
was pushed forward into
a kneeling position atop the rough surface of the wood. Splinters dug into her
skin as she was forced down onto her elbows, her hands shackled in metal rings
set into the table. The intimate parts to her body were completely exposed to
the view of the room as she felt the sting of steel wrapped and then locked
around her ankles. The position was painful, her muscles not used to holding
her up in such a manner. Shame enveloped her as the men behind her hooted and
hollered at the sight of her. The rhythmic click of the father’s shoes
approached her from behind, her body flinching when she felt his finger run
down the crease of her flesh, stopping just against the entry to her ass. “Maybe
I’ll take you here, it would be a sweeter sting to the skin of my cock.”

The
distinct sound of a belt being unbuckled and loosened followed by that of a
zipper being unzipped. Violent trimmers tore through her system and she
couldn’t stop the tears that escaped her eyes, her agony a suffocating blanket
that covered her.

“Have
your fill, father. It is of no consequence to me. Just know that if you shove
your filth inside her, I won’t touch her again. You might as well throw her to
your dogs so they can lick off the taste of your dick.” Aaron’s voice boomed
throughout the room, the tone emotionless and without concern.

Hushed
silence followed Aaron’s words, each man’s breath held to see what would happen
in this exchange between father and son. Within seconds, she heard the deep
laugh as it rumbled out of the chest of the man positioned behind her. His
laughter growing in volume and intensity until finally joined by the laughter
of the group. Once the merriment had calmed, she heard him zip up his pants and
rebuckle
his belt, before the sounds of his feet
could be heard walking away.

“Now,
we can’t have that. I so enjoy the fact that you appreciated my gift. I’m in a
bit of a bind, however. I would love to hear the sounds of lust roared from
your slave’s mouth, her screams as someone takes her to the peak of her orgasm.
Emory and Vincent reported to me that it was like music to their ears. However,
since you will not fuck in front of an audience, and if I may not touch her
without your resultant rejection, whatever shall I do to finally have the
demonstration that I seek?”

Quiet.
Deadly silence a heavy weight throughout the room. Aaron’s voice, so dreadfully
calm,
Maddy’s
skin prickled from its implied
violence. “I see no solution to your conundrum. I will not touch her here, you
do not want me to cast her aside, and no person within The Estate is allowed to
touch her per the directive you gave on the night she was gifted.”

A
dark laugh, delight in the game between father and son. “But that’s where you
are wrong, Aaron. I never stated that no
person
would be allowed to touch her, I merely ordered that no
man
within The Estate would be allowed that privilege.” A pregnant
pause
as
Maddy
was unable to look
up to see the expressions of the men bartering regarding the form of cruelty
that would be used. “Bring me a slave.”

Murmurs
erupted again amongst the members of The Estate.

Aaron’s
shoulders rolled back as he tried to ease the tension from his spine. His skin
inflamed by the fury that filled him, he remained outwardly calm and detached
as the large doors opened for Vincent to go retrieve a slave as instructed. Ever
loyal, Aaron knew
Xander
stood just behind him, ready
to fight every man in this room if it was what Aaron determined should be done.
A high pitched shriek sounded as Vincent dragged in a blonde slave, her body
covered in welts and bruises, her skin hanging from her bones from lack of
nutrition and care. Until
Maddy
, the slaves who’d
been taken by The Estate had known the risk. Accepting drugs without the
ability to pay, getting involved in other criminal acts with members of the
units, but failing in their tasks. They’d been warned
,
had seen the other slaves kept chained throughout the large building, but had
taken the risk regardless, so sure that they would not end up like the other
spent hags that littered the interior of the building. Most were kept drugged to
keep them
quiet,
the volume of their screams was a
nuisance to the men who weren’t using them at that time. Aaron had little
compassion for their plight, knew that it was by their own
actions,
they’d ended up the lowest members within the compound.

As
Vincent dragged the slave to stand before the crowd, Aaron kept his eyes
trained on his father. The game had been played well, a small slip of semantics
and Aaron had been bested by a man who delighted in tempting men into evil, who
excelled at leading people to their own self-destruction. The face of a
debonair man of privilege, the mannerisms of someone who’d led a life of luxury
and wealth, his father was the ultimate deceiver, a poison so potent, that even
the most intelligent of men succumbed and were eventually destroyed by his
father’s games.