Desire's Awakening (33 page)

“Victor informs me that you wish to be his submissive. Is that what you want?”

Corinne gave him her most effusive smile, which she used to give him when she thought she had a chance of being his submissive.

“It would be my greatest pleasure to serve Sir Victor.”

Damien shook his head. “Well then, I guess it’s settled.”

He signed the paperwork and handed it to Victor. “Okay, she’s all yours.”

Victor looked at the paperwork and smiled. “Thank you.” He extended his hand and Damien just looked at it and walked away. Did he really think they could shake hands and be friends again? Not in this lifetime!

Kat heard the entire conversation between Victor and Damien. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard Corinne accept Victor’s offer. Finally, the two people she despised most were taken care of. She smiled. They deserved each other.

It was hard to hear Damien’s voice so close to her and not to react. She fought against the desire to look at him. It was even harder the moment he walked away. Was that the last time she would be near him? Her blood sang in her veins. The pain of separation was strong. She straightened her back. She could do this. She could live without the only man she loved.

There had been a lot of activity backstage with people walking around the subs all the time. Some even ran their fingers across her buttocks, inspecting the girls before the auction. She endured the inspections as part of the process and dared not raise her head for fear of discipline.

Kat was so wrapped up in thoughts of Damien that she didn’t suspect anything. Suddenly, a man’s hand clamped down on her mouth and his other hand grabbed her by the upper arm. She was pulled roughly out of line. Her cries were stopped when a rubber ball was forced into her mouth. Kat looked up into the cruel sneer of Sir Victor. Quaking in fear and anger, she tried to shake free of him, but he effectively locked his hands around her arms. Kat searched the line desperately, trying to find the Domme who was supposed to be guarding the subs, but she was nowhere to be seen. Kat was dragged backward away from the girls in line. Despite her futile wriggling in his grip to break free, he gained ground.

“What’s the matter? Did you really think you were going to be auctioned to some other Dominant? Well, think again. I’m not taking a chance on losing you. You belong to me now.” His hot breath licked against her ear and a chill shimmied down her spine.

She saw Melissa glance her way and noticed the look of shock and surprise on her features as Kat was dragged behind a black curtain. Melissa broke line and Kat prayed she would attract someone’s attention and get help to rescue her.

Victor’s grip was strong around her arms, but he paused momentarily to tie a rope around her neck and secure it to her wrists behind her back. She knew that if she struggled and accidentally pulled down on her wrists, she would choke herself. He dragged her along the same stone hallway she traversed when coming into the Castle.

Where is Corinne? Why isn’t she with Victor
? Kat tried to understand what was happening. Outside, Victor flashed the paperwork to the guard who let them pass without asking any questions. She was being stolen away from Sir Damien right under his nose!

Down the street, beyond the sight of the guards, Victor stopped. Kat kneed him in the groin and he groaned. He raised his hand to hit her but was stopped by a feminine hand.

“No, let me.”

Corinne walked up to Kat and slapped her face while Sir Victor held her. The force of the blow swiveled her head to the side. When Kat turned to look at Corinne, she saw a cold, calculating, revengeful woman staring back at her.

“I told you we’d be at the auction together, didn’t I? And now we’re going away together. And that knife trick I promised you, well, we’re going to play it
real
soon. This Dominant loves pain and he said I can inflict as much of it on you as I want.”

Fear gripped Kaitlin’s heart. This couldn’t be happening. She watched Victor pull a black leather mask from his pocket and give it to Corinne. She slid it down over Kat’s eyes.

“Now be a good girl and come with us quietly or we may have to do something we don’t want to.”

“No, no!” Kaitlin cried behind the ball, but only a muffled sound escaped. She was forcibly led down the street, unsure of her steps in the dark world behind her blindfold.

Inside the Castle, a drum roll got everyone’s attention. It was the signal that the auction was about to begin. Damien and Sir Timothy took their assigned seats in the audience, picking up their bidding cards with a large black number imprinted on it. A program was distributed to each row of participants by a lovely older sub dressed in a red pleather bra and panties. Damien searched for the names of his subs. He found them very close to the top of the list.

““Is everything okay?” Timothy asked, turning his gaze from the stage to the Trainer.

“Perfect. Victor and Corinne are no longer a concern.” Damien shifted in his chair and watched as the lights dimmed. A spotlight lit center stage and the announcer, dressed in a tuxedo with slicked back black hair and a mustache, stepped up to the podium.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome. Tonight, we have twenty submissives and slaves to auction off. I know you’re anxious to see them, so without further ado, let’s begin,” the male announcer called over the loud speaker.

Damien looked at his program, then back at the stage. The first sub was only nineteen years old, from Kansas City. Petite of body, she had long, light brown hair and pretty features. She was dressed in an open black leather bra and matching black leather thong that was also open in the middle to expose her pussy lips. It was the next best thing to total nudity and showed off the girls’ best assets, though at her young age, they weren’t much. The announcer called off her statistics, then had her present to the audience. His hand came down hard on her ass and she hopped forward from the force of the spanking, yet said nothing. He called out the starting bid of five thousand dollars. Several placards in the audience went up. Again his hand met her rear and red marks began to show.

“I have five thousand dollars, do I hear six?” Every time a number was called without a response from the crowd, he spanked her again. Her cry brought another bid. “Yes, there’s six thousand dollars. Oh, look at how red her rear end is getting! I have sixty-five hundred, now seventy-five hundred, eight thousand, nine thousand going once, going twice, sold to number eight-fifteen. Very nice.”

The young girl was led off the stage by a male sub dressed in a pair of shiny black shorts. She headed down the staircase to meet her new Mistress. The announcer quickly moved on with the auction as the next girl was led out on stage by her leash. “Next, we have a slave from Ohio. She’s twenty-five years old and as you can see, she’s very well endowed. What a pretty blonde. And look at these breasts, will you! Turn around. Mmmm, she’s got a fine, well-padded ass for whipping.” He rubbed his hands over her cheeks. “Lots of fun here. She’s bi and oh, she loves to dress up and playact. Who will start the bidding at seven thousand dollars?”

Damien looked at the list. Corinne would have been next then Kaitlin. His heart began to pound wildly in his chest.

“Fifteen thousand going once, twice, sold for fifteen thousand dollars to number six twenty-six. Now we have a little lady from our own hometown of Ft. Lauderdale. She’s twenty-eight and a Switch. Not only is she sensuously endowed, but she has fantastic administrative skills.” The announcer looked to the stairs awaiting the arrival of the sub to auction. A helper ran up to him and whispered in his ear.

“Okay, folks, sorry, it appears she’s been taken off our list. Oh well, we’ll bring up another from our hometown. She’s twenty-five years old, great in the bedroom, dungeon and kitchen and hmmm…she’s not coming up here either. Well, ladies and gentlemen, we seem to have a mix-up here. Give me a minute while I check into the problem.” He walked to the edge of the stage to talk with a Domme.

Damien squirmed impatiently in his seat. Even Timothy looked worried.

“Something’s wrong. I can feel it. Kaitlin wouldn’t get out of line.”

“Oh my, it appears as though we have another no-show. Guess we’ll move on to the next submissive,” the announcer said.

Damien jumped out of his seat and threw his number down.

“Son of a…! I knew I couldn’t trust Victor. Something’s happened. I’ve got to find her.”

“Do you want me to go with you, Sir?” Timothy offered.

“No. Stay here. I don’t want you to lose out on your bid for Melissa. I’ve got my cell phone with me. If Victor has harmed her in any way he’ll pay dearly. Call me if you see or hear anything.”

Damien ran down the aisle. His stomach twisted into a knot. Something was terribly wrong. He suspected foul play. He rushed in the darkness behind the raised stage and saw the submissives lined up waiting their turn. Kaitlin was nowhere to be found. He grabbed the arm of one of the subs to be auctioned to get her attention.

“Did you see a dark-haired sub who was supposed to be in the lineup?”

She regarded him as if he had two heads. “Yes Sir. There’s a couple here. Why?”

“Did anyone leave?” She shook off his hand and glared at him.

“I don’t know, Sir. I’ve been looking down so I don’t get into trouble with the Mistress guarding the lineup.”

Damien shook his head. The sub was no help, plus she had an attitude. He felt sorry for the Dominant who bid on her.

“Sir Damien! Over here….it’s me, Melissa.”

“Oh thank God! Finally, someone who can help me.” He rushed to the front of the line. Melissa was next to go on stage. The Domme in charge of the girls was forcing Melissa to climb the stairs. Damien grabbed the Domme’s arm and prevented her from making Melissa walk onstage.

“Wait a minute. She’s my sub. I need to talk to her.”

The Domme gave him a frustrated look. “Make it quick. We’ve got a show to run here, you know.”

“Yes, I know. Okay.”

Damien led Melissa aside so they could talk without an audience.

“I’m searching for Kaitlin. Have you seen her?”

Melissa nodded, her eyes glassy from crying.

“Yes Sir. Victor pulled her out of line and took her through that curtain over there. He gagged her so she couldn’t yell. I tried to tell the Mistress in charge of the line, but she was too busy to listen to me. I was worried because I had no way to warn you, Sir.”

“Thank you.” He ran in the direction she indicated and prayed he was not too late. Stopping along the way, he asked several people if they had seen anyone leaving. A woman remembered seeing a Dom dragging a struggling sub out of the building a few minutes ago. The witnesses pointed in the direction that they had left. Though Corinne was not spotted with Victor, Damien’s gut feeling told him that she was involved somehow.

Running as swiftly as he could down the hallway, Damien cursed his stupidity for bringing both Corinne and Kaitlin to the same auction. After all the signals Corinne gave him regarding her dislike for Kat, including her tete-a-tete with Victor at the party a couple of weeks ago, he should have suspected they were in cahoots and were a threat to Kat.

He burst outside the Castle and searched among the crowd milling about on the street for Victor’s vehicle. He looked right and left, hoping for some sign that they were still in the vicinity. His heart lurched when he saw a man and woman dragging a struggling sub toward a vehicle. Though it was a good distance away, it had to be them. He leaped over the crowd barricades and ran toward the silver Ford Expedition parked four blocks down the street.

As he got closer, he recognized Victor and Corinne dragging Kaitlin toward the vehicle. She was struggling violently against them and digging in her heels on the pavement but losing ground steadily. How dare they kidnap her!

He ran as if possessed. He had to catch them before they got into their vehicle. Cursing under his breath, he dodged in and out of the slow-moving crowd, occasionally bumping into people he passed on the sidewalk.

“Stop! Let her go!” he yelled when he got within striking distance.

Victor swung around to look at him. He pushed Kaitlin roughly into Corinne’s arms.

“Here, put her in the car while I take care of this nuisance once and for all.”

Damien saw Kat struggle even harder in Corinne’s arms, but because her arms were tied behind her back, she couldn’t break free. She couldn’t even speak to him with that gag in her mouth. His heart went out to her.

“You’re not taking her anywhere!” Damien screamed as he jumped at Victor.

“Oh yes, I am and you’re not going to stop me!”

“Over my dead body!”

“I can accommodate that!” Victor took off his long black coat and dropped it to the ground, exposing a thick chain wrapped over his shoulder. He pulled it off and swung it around his head like a lariat.

“Come and get it.” The hard, determined look on his face told Damien it was not going to be easy to get Kat away from her captors.

Damien rushed the chain-swinging Victor. He dodged the heavy chain just in time and it wrapped around a street post, clanging loudly. Moving swiftly, he grabbed it and yanked it out of Victor’s hands. Before Victor could pick it back up, Damien charged with his head down, crashing into his enemy’s torso, knocking the breath from his body and tumbling to the ground with him.

Damien was vaguely aware of a crowd gathering around them, cheering them on. They each struggled to gain superiority, punching one another in the face and kicking their legs. They rolled over and over on the sidewalk, muscles straining. Damien got a few well-placed hits on Victor’s face and he heard bone crack. Victor’s mouth bled and he spat out a tooth. That only made Victor angrier and he fought back harder.

When Victor gained superiority over Damien’s still body, Corinne threw a knife to him. He grabbed it and tried to stab Damien. Damien struggled to keep the sharp tip of the knife aimed at his heart from making contact with his chest. He gritted his teeth and growled at Victor. Finally, Damien’s superior strength forced the knife out of Victor’s hand and it rattled to the ground out of reach.