The Sex Slave's Final Punishment (BDSM Erotica) (5 page)

A woman who has been through what I have been
through – is who.

He nods. “I understand. When will you let me
know?”

“Soon,” I promise.

We kiss, but there’s reserve in it. We are
both holding something back. There’s also an air of expectation
between us.

A question mark.

*

I am downstairs when Alice comes storming out
of the chamber I have come to know as the sun room. If it had a
door, she would have slammed it. She shoots me a vicious glare,
says nothing, and stalks away.

It’s OK. I have nothing to say to her anyway.
Since we came back, she has treated me with nothing but contempt.
Has being a sex slave herself taught her nothing? Oh yes, she got a
‘Get out of jail free’ card, courtesy of Daddy, so she never really
went through the rabid stuff like us. But perhaps she was hoping I
would have had perished in the doomed lands of Ursk.

But here I am, alive and well. And her
beloved brother has proposed to me. No doubt she might have heard
about that, and decided it was too bitter a pill to swallow. Hence
the frosty Ice Queen treatment. But I expected that from her
anyway.

I peer into the sun room and see Greg in
there.

Yes. Another person I have to contend with.
Why am I rife with suitors all of a sudden?

“Come in,” Greg says amiably.

I’m a little nervous as I go to him. I cast
my eyes down, unable to look into his burning brown orbs.

“I broke up with Alice,” he says simply. “The
engagement is off.”

Yes, I know. He told me he would, back when
we were joined together in Ursk.

I hope it isn’t because of me, I want to say.
But I don’t. I nod instead.

“I couldn’t live a lie anymore,” he goes on.
“It isn’t totally because of you. I just realized I didn’t want to
live with a self-centered heiress and be her lapdog all my life.
Nothing is worth that – not my career, not the millions I
purportedly will be given by her father to keep her in style.”

I understand. All the money in the world
wouldn’t make me marry Alice either.

Greg hesitates. “Do you remember our little
talk in the dungeon? When we were both tied to each other?”

How can I forget? It was when he told me – in
not so many words – that he loved me.

And I told him that I loved him as well.
More than a brother,
those were my words.

He says, “Gina, please consider this. Are you
listening?”

I raise my head fearfully. His beautiful
brown eyes brim with emotion.

“I love you, Gina. But you already know that.
I love you with all my heart, with every fiber of my being. I want
to be with you for the rest of my life. I know your heart is with
Max, and I know he proposed to you. But I want you to think about
it.

“You don’t want to marry into that family,
Gina, any more than I do. You don’t want to live on the edge of a
razor, never knowing what crazy stunt they might pull next. It
might not be Max. It might be his crazy father. Or mother. Or
sister. Or twin brothers. You don’t want to live a lifetime of
always looking over your shoulder, wondering what they would do
next. You have seen them do
things
to their own children. Is
this what you want for yourself? For your children?”

His brutal honesty seeps into me. His words
sear my brain. He is articulating everything I have thought of, but
was unable to put into words. Yes, I have wondered about those very
things myself.

“Gina, come with me. Let’s run away from this
place. Let’s run away from this spooky family. Marry me. Let’s move
to another state. I’ll get a job. I’ve got my sex slave severance,
as you did. We can start something together. We can make it work.
And I’ll love you forever, Gina, with no strings attached.”

He has such a compelling argument. I am now
on the precipice of two paths. It is no wonder I feel as though I
am about to be torn apart.

9

No monumental choice comes easy. No
life-changing decision is ever reached without plenty of
rumination.

I walk down the beach, letting the waves and
froth roll over my feet. What a lovely autumn day. Great weather.
Warm, with a salty breeze blowing in. In winter, I am told that the
waves can be rollicking and turbulent. The sky can turn into the
color of slate, and the wind can resemble something from the
howling eyries, wherever those are.

But right now, everything is calm. Everything
is peaceful.

Except for what’s inside my head.

Do I choose a life of normalcy with Greg? Or
do I plunge into the tempest with Max? Oh yes, I know it will be a
tempest with Alice and Russell and the rest of his family, all of
whom have had me in different and interesting ways.

Tick tock.

The pendulum swings from right to left.

I gaze desperately at the sky. Heavenward.
For a sign of divine intervention.

A single seagull flies in from the west,
spreading its wings as it soars up and up.

10

I make my way steadily back to the house. It
is dark. I’m trying not to trip over the steps on the cliff, the
very steps I have been ceremoniously carried on a spit like a
roasted pig at a feast. As I come in view of the mansion, I feel
like bolting before I lose my nerve.

I enter the main door, almost colliding into
Alice. She glares at me as if she would like to shrink me with her
lethal death ray.

“What’s your bug?” I say to her rudely.

She looks taken aback.

I don’t care. I rush upstairs. You had him,
Alice, and now he has slipped your grasp.

My feet pound down the passageway to a
bedroom.

I can only hope he’s inside.

He is. He’s reading a book
. Crime and
Punishment
. How apt. He looks up as I thunder my way in.

“Yes,” I say to him. “I will marry you.”

My heart soars as I say this. Because I’m
giving myself completely over to it. Letting it rule over my
head.

And as soon as I say it, a cloud lifts. I am
truly giving myself to the man I love. I am being true to
myself.

Max smiles, and his face is like the sun
breaking over the clouds. I don’t care if he wants to spank me
later and tie me up as he fucks me. I only know that I want to be
with him. It was always him, since the very first day I saw him in
his frat room.

“I love you,” I say happily.

“I love you,” he says to me.

Our smiles do not leave our faces as we
embrace.

EROTICA BY APHRODITE HUNT

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Damaged Beauties

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His Indecent Proposition

His Indecent Demands

His Indecent Desires

His Indecent Secrets

His Indecent Revelations

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Open Your Legs for Me

Blindfolded and Spread-eagled

Thighs Wide Apart

Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy

The Final Initiation

The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories

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Open Your Legs for my Family

Bend Over for my Family

Publicly Display Yourself for Me

Sex Slave at Sea

Paraded before the Billionaires

Sex Slave at the Auction

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Sex Slave to the Dictator

Shackled by the Dictator

Punished by the Dictator’s Daughter

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Prince Miro’s Capture

Prince Miro’s Submission

Prince Miro’s Enslavement

Prince Miro’s Punishment

Prince Miro’s Escape

Prince Miro’s Final Confrontation

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I was a Naughty Nymphomaniac

Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me

Gang Banged by the Chain Gang

Tempting the Hot Navy SEAL

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Her First Clit Ring

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Her First Clit Ring 3: Desensitization

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Undercover: Stealing from the Sexy CEO

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Trapped with Sex-Starved Aliens

Trapped with Sex-Starved Aliens 2

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When He’s Inside You

My Stepson is a Naughty Stripper

The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter
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A Xmas Gift: The Sperm Donor

Open Your Curvy Legs for Me

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Mysterious Desire

Forbidden Desire

Infamous Desire

Royal Desire

Maid for the Billionaire Prince

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READ THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS OF ‘DAMAGED
BEAUTIES’ BY APHRODITE HUNT

God, but he was so handsome!

I am perched at the edge of my desk, sifting
through old magazines and photos of David Kinney, ex-movie star,
who had gone into sudden and mysterious seclusion ten years
ago.

Most of us know the story, or at least, those
who keep up with entertainment gossip. David Kinney had a meteoric
teenage rise to dramatic stardom. He was at the peak of his career,
when he suddenly disappeared.

No, I don’t mean that his plane crashed in
the middle of the Caribbean. He didn’t commit suicide. He wasn’t
kidnapped either.

He just stopped making movies overnight and
disappeared from the public eye.

No one knew why.

He didn’t announce his retirement. He didn’t
check into rehab. His publicist couldn’t or wouldn’t give a press
release. His lawyer had no comment. His agent had nothing official
to say.

For months, the tabloids speculated on
everything from a failed love affair to a cocaine overdose, from
alien abduction to an FBI cover-up conspiracy (he was secretly a
state witness against organized crime and had to be protected
thereafter from the mob).

And naturally, like all news with a finite
shelf life, the speculations dwindled. Other movie stars ascended
to the Hollywood firmament to replace him in the public eye. His
fans soon deserted him – all but a hardcore group which still
dedicated a website – no, shrine – to his memory.

David Kinney was largely forgotten.

I stare at his pictures, taking in his large
mud green eyes, his perfect Roman nose and his flawless complexion.
He has very sensuous lips. Very kissable lips, actually. In the
movies, he specialized in playing incredibly complex, flawed, and
broken characters. His eyes were forever projecting a rainbow of
emotions, a kaleidoscope of inner conflict. It didn’t matter if the
character was a vampire or an undercover wise guy cop or a demonic
assassin from the future. David Kinney nailed every one of
them.

Oh, but he portrayed pain and angst so very
well. When he bled, we bled with him. When he cried, the audience
wept with silent tears.

He should have gotten an Oscar, but he
didn’t.

I was a fan.

Not exactly the President of his fan club,
but I was an Internet member of the community. I posted fan fiction
on Live Journal. I watched his movies over and over, pausing at
sequences where he looked particularly beautiful or emotional, or
if the scene is particularly well played.

I’m all grown up now.

I have an exciting job as an investigative
journalist. And yesterday, I pitched the idea of me solving the
mystery of why David Kinney disappeared.

My editor, Sharon Contralto, frowned. “David
Kinney? But he’s yesterday’s news.”

“Not if I angle the piece as a mystery,” I
said. “Everyone loves mysteries.”

I expanded upon what I would like to do, and
finally, she nodded.

“Sounds interesting,” she said.

“It will be,” I promised.

“What sort of budget are you aiming for?”

I was ready for this. I outlined some points
from my spreadsheet. It wouldn’t take that much, really, especially
since I already have an inkling of where he’s holed up in, thanks
to overzealous fan site speculation.

“OK, approved,” Sharon said. “Go to it.”

The meeting turned to other matters, but
inside, I was gloating with exhilaration.

I am going to meet David Kinney and solve the
mystery of why he disappeared. Only he doesn’t go by the name of
David Kinney anymore. He doesn’t even go by his real name. That’s
why he is so difficult to ferret out. Unless you are particularly
driven, like a hardcore fan.