Punished Into Submission (37 page)

“You probably know the men, but have you met the whore behind the bar?” Simon says, and my heart drops.

He wouldn’t...

“Her name is Kat, and she is a fucking whore, just like her mother. It’s funny really, because she’s actually my whore. My dirty, filthy whore.” Simon looks at me and points. “Never enough right, Kat?”

I hold my stomach that knots, as my chest is tight from not being able to breath. I feel like someone has kicked me in the guts and I don’t know whether I want to scream or vomit.

“She may be your Submissive now, brother, but she will always come back to her Master just like yesterday when she met me in the woods and let me touch her. She begged for me to take your touch away from her and hurt her like I used to.”

I look to where Hunter and Arrow stand, both their eyes burn into mine, which are hazy from the tears that burn my cheeks as they fall.

“It’s a funny story and I know you are all dying to know what happened. So let me educate you.” Simon talks out to the crowd that are talking softly between themselves. “I met Kat when she was fifteen. The prettiest little thing I have ever met. She was a wild fire waiting to be set free, and I set her free alright.”

Simon starts laughing hysterically; my hands ball into fists, as I will the ground to give way beneath me.

“Of course I had to wait until she was old enough to deflower the whore that you all know as the Mistress. She’s anything but. She begged me to beat her every time we were together, and make her feel good. She loves the emotional fuck, you know. Kat craves the emotional because the physical isn’t enough for her. She was destined to be nothing, because she fucking came from nothing. Hell, I used to fuck her mother when she was asleep next to me at night and she was too fucking stupid to know.”

People in the crowed gasp and I look up. Hunter rips Simon off the stage and starts punching him. Arrow tries to pull Hunter back, but he’s too strong. David grabs Simon as he starts returning the punches to Hunter. I see Rumbles run through the crowd to help his friend. The crowd gives way and what I see confuses me. I don’t know whether to help or to run.

While I stand here unable to move, people point at me and snicker between them. I’m the laughing stock of the party and I hate it. I feel angry, I feel hurt, and I feel numb. Angel barges past me bringing me out of my daze; I follow her to the fight. As she yells for someone else to help, I walk over and grip Hunter and Simon.

“Stop it, both of you,” I scream, trying to push my way between them.

“Get the fuck out of here, Kat,” Hunter shouts, as he punches Simon again and again.

Simon just laughs as he sways back and forth in David’s arms. Hunter hits him again and Arrow pulls him back.

“You’re weak Hunter, just like the whore. She’s fucking good when she’s on her knees, right? I taught her that, I taught her how to fuck too. Bet you love it just as much as I did. Aww, up until yesterday, I missed that sweet mouth, but after being with her for five minutes, I got enough to last me until she runs back to me again. She always does.” Simon laughs hysterically before he swings a punch at Hunter.

When Simon swings at Hunter he ducks; a splitting pain extends through my jaw as I fall to the floor and cup my cheek. Angel screaming is the last thing that I hear before its lights out.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“K
at, wake up sweetheart.” It’s David.

“Should we call the police?” Angel asks.

I moan and cup my cheek that throbs.

I hear a voice over the microphone saying, “Parties over in ten.” People’s constant chatter gets to me and brings my eyes open.

“Good girl, open your eyes.” David slides his arm behind my shoulder and helps me to a sitting position.

“I’m fine,” I say, swaying as sit.

“You’re not fine, I think you should get that eye looked at.”

“David, I said I was fine,” I snap. “Where is Hunter?”

I use Angel and David’s outreached hands to stand. Neither of them says anything and when I’m on my feet I know why. America sits in between Hunter legs on the stairs holding ice up to his cheek. She’s on her knees for fucks sake. Anger boils within me for everything that has happened in the past three weeks. Meeting Hunter, being made his submissive, the punishments, the trash I see in front of me, the feelings that I wish would hide and not come back, and of course Simon.

I ignore the pleas from David and walk towards Hunter on the stairs. America looks up at me with a smirk before she conceals it with words to Hunter who bows his head. He looks up at me and I see nothing. Everything that I saw this morning is gone.

“Are you okay?” I ask, feeling fucking stupid for asking.

“Fine.” Hunter doesn’t look at me when he speaks.

“I’m sorry,” I say, stepping closer to Hunter on the stairs.

Hunter stands abruptly.

“You should have fucking told me, Kat. I’m not a total prick you know. I would have protected you and helped you. But you just...” Hunter lets out a breath and throws his hands in the air before he retreats up the stairs.

I watch him punch the wall at the top before he disappears around the corner. I start making my way up the stairs to follow him but America steps in front of me, stopping me from following.

“Get out of my fucking way, slurry mole, before I punch you too,” I say, stepping to the side.

“I think you’ve done enough for one day, whore,” America steps forward challenging me.

“Get the fuck out of here, before I do something I will regret.” I meet her challenge.

“Does he punish you in sins too?” America tucks a stray hand behind my ear when she talks. Her words wound me.

“What are you talking about?” I snap back.

“Oh, he tells me everything. He was with me the other night when you lied to him about Simon, he had asked me to wear a white a dress for him. He has this fetish for white you know; when we were together he always told me he wanted me to wear it at our wedding.” I watch her twirl her blonde locks around her finger when she speaks. Hunter has told her everything, and they were getting married! “You looked surprised that I told you about Hunter and I getting married. He promised me he would take me to Paris when you leave after your thirty days. Sailor and he are opening up another palace there.”

I hold my stomach as the words hit me like a bullet piercing the skin. It burns and cuts me all at once. It sinks into the tissue and through my organs. America laughs when my other hand holds my chest, trying to stop that bullet from hitting me there.

“Oh honey, you had no idea that Sailor was leaving after the ball, did you?” she laughs and it makes me snap.

Before I can even think about my next move, I close my eyes and swing a left and right. The first connects with the wall beside her face, the second, shuts her the fuck up. She slides down the wall and I step back opening my eyes.

“When I say shut the fuck up, I actually fucking mean it.” I walk down the steps as Arrow and Rumbles run to her side.

The bar is empty when I take a seat at the bar next to David. My wrist throbs and I shake it to even out the pain. David pushes his glass towards me as he reaches over and grabs the tequila from the other side. I down the shot and hold the glass out for more. He fills it up and fills the new glass Angel handed him.

“I never liked that girl anyway,” David says, and I can’t help but smile.

“You and me both.” I tap my glass again his than drink.

I hear Hunter cursing and turn on my chair to see him helping America up the stairs. The sinking feeling is still there but by the time I finished drinking this bottle of tequila, I will feel nothing but the ground and that is where I want to be until it decides to swallow me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“A
nd then...” I start laughing. “He told the judge that he pissed his pants.”

I laugh so loud it hurts my own ears, while David holds his stomach. Angel just shakes her head at my drunken banter and I think I actually call her an asshat. Well, it come out as, “ashhat,” because I’m so fucking drunk. For hours, David and I traded stories about everything and anything. Getting arrested was the last thing we were discussing and David found it hard to believe I had never actually been arrested.

I had, but who cares...

I stumbled off my chair as I call it a night, or morning. David continues to laugh and I punch him in the shoulder. Angel comes around to help me but I wave her off telling her I’m fine. I slip on the first step and end up on my ass, before I decide my safest option is to crawl up the stairs instead of walk. My night couldn't get any worse at this point.

Simon showing up and confessing to Hunter that I met him when I was fifteen and then meet him for other reasons yesterday was bad enough. But then America walked her sweet ass into the bar and ran her mouth off and I couldn't control my anger any longer. I'm fucking glad I smacked that bitch. Hard.

James sees me crawling the stairs and laughs.

“Fuck the shut up.” I say, aware of the slur and spit that fly’s from my mouth.

“Want a hand, Kat?” James asks, trying to pick me up.

“My hand hurts it did, but not nom ore.” I slur again as I pick up the hand that I used to hit America with. My hand stopped hurting after the first bottle of tequila and by the second, I was acutely unaware I even had hands.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” James asks letting me go and leaving me to my own devices.

I nod because I can’t respond.

I climb the stairs heavily, not caring who I wake. I was shattered. I made my way down the hall towards my room and was excited that I was becoming closer to my bed. I could hear it screaming my name along with my vibrator. I needed an orgasm pronto.

As I reached the door, the sound of laughter rung loudly in my ears.

"What the..." I say, swaying as I get to my feet.

It was coming from Hunter’s room, and the voice was familiar. I thought about what I would find if I opened that door, and it cut me open when I remembered Hunter bringing slurry mole face upstairs. That’s half the reason I’m so trashed right now. I got hammered so I wouldn’t think about what they were doing and now I can fuck hear it.

"Oh, harder," a female voice called. “Fuck me harder, please Master.”

I started laughing because I didn’t know what else to do. My laughter filled the hall and before I knew it, that laughter had turned to sobs that racked my whole body. The kind that hurt you inside and out and you can’t stop them even if you tried. I didn’t want to sleep next to her moans of pleasure tonight. I didn’t even want to sleep; I wanted to break something. Damage someone. I felt my way along the wall at a very slow pace. The hallway filled with carnal screams and I willed myself to be deaf.

I made it to the stairs and basically slid down them on my ass. I saw a shadow in front of me and about three hands in front of my face. Tears still fell and I had nothing to lose at this point in the game. I was fucked either way.

“Come on, bar bitch.” Arms rip me to my feet and help me to stand. “You smell like hard liquor.” The voice says, laughing.

“I do.” I say, feeling the cool of the night on my face.

“You looked pissed off.” The man said, as my brain tried to figure out where I knew him from.

“I do,” I say, laughing at the remembrance of America and Hunter getting married.

I’m aware of my feet moving as the world spins around me. I trip over and start laughing as I land on my back on the wet grass.

“Give me your hand.” The guy says. I open my eyes and stare at mine through narrowed lids. His face comes into form and I laugh.

“It’s Zac.” I shout.

“Oh, you remembered me.” he bends down to help me up, but I wrap my arms around his neck when he gets close enough. “You need to walk it off or you’re going to be fucked when you wake up,” he says, pulling me to my feet.

I stumble back and take Zac with me, as I don’t let my grip go from his neck. A hard metal surface is what I land on with a thud. Zac swears as he lifts me to my feet while I continue to laugh.

“What that fuck is this,” I say swinging my arms about.

“That’s America’s car; the stupid bitch thinks she’s invincible.” Zac says obvious hatred in his voice.

I get an idea in my drunken mind and share it with Zac, who calls me a bad girl. I tell him in my own lingo what happened as he practically dragged me around the streets so I would sober up.

By the time we got back to the palace, all the lights were off and security had gone home for the night. It was practically pitch black as Zac and I used stealth mode to complete our mission. Zac wasn’t drunk, but I’m pretty sure he was mellow.

By the time I crawled into bed at sunrise, I was nothing but heartbroken.

I
wake to a nauseated feeling. I open my eyes and moments later I’m running to the bathroom to vomit. I empty my stomach and heave a few more times before I’m satisfied; all the shit that was in my stomach is now floating in the bowl. I get up and flush it, before stepping into the shower. I turn the water on and it’s instantly cold. The cold makes me shiver before the heat hits, bringing my temperature back down.

My wrist aches when I move it, but it’s the pleasant side of the reminder of the night I had. Everything hits me like a ton of bricks. Simon, Hunter, the drinking, trashing America’s car...I laugh to myself before I stop and remember why I did it. She fucked Hunter, or Hunter fucked her and I was just the whore who wasn’t strong enough to listen. I need an orgasm bad, I need some sort of sexual relief, but the ache I have is for Hunter not for anything else.

I wash myself and get out of the shower, deciding to keep my routine normal and join Rumbles in the gym. Plus I need to check on David and make sure he didn’t die from alcohol poisoning like I thought I was. My insides screamed for food but the thought made me feel sick all over again. I turn off the water and step out wrapping the towel around my body before walking to the sink to brush my teeth. I retch when I start brushing and end up with my head stuck in the toilet bowl again.

“Now that’s a sight,” David says, as I continue to up chuck.