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wolfanficsTitle: Beyond The Mountains: Leaving The Dragon’s Keep pt 2
Author: sashataakheru
Fandoms: No Doubt/Placebo RPS
Starring: Tom Dumont, Tony Kanal, Gwen Stefani, Adrian Young, Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, Steve Hewitt
Pairing: Tom/Tony, Tom/Tony/Stefan
Previous: 1 - Punishment and Tears | 2 - Strangers And Jealousy | 3 - When The Bad Times Come | 4 - The Traitor Returns | 5 - As A Phoenix Reborn | 6 - Through The Years: Leaving The Dragon's Keep pt 1 |
Warnings: violence, D/s themes, character death
Word Count: 4,685
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form
Author's Notes: Setting is... SE Californian desert, near Palm Springs (IIRC). Based on a Placebo fic with a similar theme. This one took it's own journey though.
Summary: Finally, Tom, Tony and Stefan are kicked out of the mansion and struggle to adjust to life in the real world.
Beyond the Mountains: Leaving the Dragon’s Keep pt 2
I haven’t written in here for months. It… it took a while to gather my thoughts together. After my last entry, I spent a lot of time remembering things I’d pushed aside, Ton’s death for one. His death still brings tears to my eyes as I write. I can still see his face, sick with whatever disease had hold of him, his eyes still looking at me with love. But, that’s another story. Later, I think. I don’t want to write about it now. I want to recount the night she kicked us out.
When she finally called me in the middle of the night to tell me she was finally getting rid of me, it had been almost 5 years after Stefan had taken me in. It had been about 3 am when her servant had woken me, urging me to hurry to our Mistress as she required my presence. By then, Ton had been put to work in Stefan’s harem and slept apart from me. I slept in my bed at the foot of Stefan’s bed. The harem was housed close to but separate from our room. I remember Stefan waking me as I struggled to consciousness. Hearing the urgency in the servant’s voice, I pulled some shoes on and hurried to our Mistress’ chambers.
I’d been told she’d called me to her bedchamber. When I arrived, I was shocked to find Ton there, kneeling at the foot of the bed, his head hung low. I knelt beside him, since there was no one else in the room. I kept my head bowed and didn’t dare speak to him, knowing she’d probably flog us if she caught us. We weren’t allowed to speak unless she commanded us to.
We waited in silence for what seemed like an hour or so before she came in, Brian scampering along on a leash behind her. She stood behind us, and I could feel her breath on the back of my neck. I could feel her anger in the air. Suddenly, I felt a blow to the back of my head, and I struggled to stay silent as my head began to fill with pain.
“Pathetic swine,” I heard her say behind us. “Give me back those clothes, slaves, they do not belong to you and you certainly don’t deserve them.”
My fingers trembling, I did as she asked, stripping naked before her. I was only dimly aware of Ton doing the same beside me. Knowing we were giving back the clothes, we folded them and stacked them beside us before returning to our kneeling positions.
“Prostrate yourselves before me. I have very generously fed, clothed and housed you for nigh on 20 years. I deserve every ounce of respect you pathetic little girls can give me.”
I hated how angry her voice sounded, but we obeyed, turning round to face her, lying flat on the ground, our faces buried in our arms. The floor, those cold stone tiles, made my skin feel numb, but I didn’t dare move. Then I felt sharp pain in my back and it took a few seconds to realise she was walking down my back, those killer stiletto heels biting into my back. I cringed and tried not to make a noise.
“You two are the most pathetic, disobedient, ugly, worthless pieces of shit I ever bought. Aren’t you?”
I cringed and sighed with relief as she stepped off me and presumably onto Ton, judging by the look on his face I glimpsed. I was in enough pain that I didn’t comprehend the question she asked. The scraping heel down my back reminded me soon enough.
“Aren’t you, sluts? Answer me, or I will have to punish you.”
I shivered in the cool air and quickly replied, “Yes, Mistress,” hearing Ton’s identical whispered answer as she trod on him.
“Sluts,” she said as she kicked us both in the ribs as she walked away from us. She wasn’t addressing us so much as cursing us. We didn’t dare look at what she was doing. “Come here, bitches. I wanna play with you one last time.”
We hurried to our feet and saw her reclining on the bed. We scrambled next to her, curling up at her feet. She grabbed my chin and looked into my eyes. I could tell she was horny, her eyes glazed with lust. I didn’t know why she’d chosen now to play with me. She’d never shown me this sort of attention before. I was nervous. From what Ton’d told me, this was not going to be the sort of sex normal people had. It would be painful, and most likely pleasurable only for her. I wasn’t used to her finding me attractive, and I certainly wasn’t used to associating pleasure and pain. I was scared of what she’d do to me, not that I had to wait long to find out.
She brought me close to her and kissed me, her tongue invading my mouth in ways I’d never experienced. I almost stiffened, not used to this sort of attention, especially from her. I was thrilled she was finally giving me this that she’d denied to me from the beginning. Maybe she did still love me.
Maybe she could tell how much I appreciated her attention. I felt her reach down and grab my cock, tugging on it hard. That was all I needed. I was achingly hard then, and she knew it. She pushed me onto my back, pinning me down hard.
“Nice to know it still works after so many years of disuse.”
Her words stung, making me remember that this was the first and last time she’d ever show me this sort of attention.
“Let me show you how I like it, slut. Come here while I flog you. You, take him from behind. Make sure he comes good and hard. Choke him if you have to. Actually, do choke him. I want him to remember this all the rest of his life. Bri-Bri, come here, girl. Blow him with every ounce of strength, talent and passion you can muster, monkeygirl. This is gonna be fun.”
That sadistic cruelty entered her voice again. She pulled me to my knees and had me kneel at the foot of the bed while she tied my hands to the posters tightly. There was enough slack in the bonds that I was kneeling comfortably. I could still sit down a touch and not have my arms ache too much.
I felt Ton move behind me, his cock hard and pressed up against my ass. I did wonder for a moment how he could be hard so quickly, but I figured it was probably influenced by all the time he’d spent with her, pleasuring her. He’d probably been conditioned to react this way. He pulled a scarf around my neck, tying it and holding it tight. Man, that made my head spin after a while. It wasn’t so tight that I couldn’t breathe, but it was still tight enough to make me feel woozy.
It was when I felt Ton force his way inside me and begin thrusting that the pain came. Almost at the same time, Brian swallowed me, his hair tickling my thighs as he sucked me. She must’ve seen the look on my face as that’s when she began whipping my chest with what I think was a cat o’ nine tails. That was one of the whips I feared most, as that one left horrible welts, deep, lasting, horrible welts. That one hurt more than any of the others.
There was pain, my God, there was pain. Every now and then, Ton would move in some way and a wave of pleasure took the pain away. Then the pain returned. Brian helped ease the pain somewhat, but it still stung every time that whip hit my chest. Ton was tugging on the scarf around my neck in time to his thrusting, my air slowly being reduced as he choked me. But, it also had an effect I wasn’t expecting. Somehow, the combined effect of the pain, the flogging, Ton’s thrusting and choking, and Brian’s mouth sent me into the most amazing orgasm I’d ever had. I felt Ton cum at the same time, thrusting into me harder than he had before, his groaning echoing in my ears behind me. At that point, she stopped flogging me and leant in close to me to lick the blood from me, pushing Brian away. That just escalated the afterglow, especially when she started licking the cum off my cock. I came again without her allowing me to and before I realised what I’d done, she’d slapped my face hard, grabbing my chin and forcing our eyes to meet.
“Cumming without permission. My, my, what a disobedient slut. Can’t control yourself, can you?”
“N-no, Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress.”
“So you should be.” She untied my arms and I suddenly realised how weak I felt. She’d flogged me pretty hard and my head felt dizzy. Everything ached. I wondered how much blood I’d lost. “On the floor. You must be punished.”
Wearily, I obeyed, sliding off the bed and kneeling on the floor.
“Hands and knees, bitch. Tony, get beside him. I feel like punishing you both for his digression.”
In seconds, we were both on the floor, on our hands and knees, waiting to be punished. After a few minutes of tense waiting, the pain came as she kicked my balls. Blinding pain. I lost count of how many times she kicked me. By the time she’d finished, I could barely hold myself up. It took all my strength to keep myself up. I knew she’d only punish us again if we didn’t remain as we were. I couldn’t stop the tears though. I let them run down my face, the pain filtering through every inch of my body.
“Adrian! Get in here! Tell Karl there’s some branding to do!” she yelled.
I shivered as she spoke, knowing full well what branding would entail. I had hoped she wouldn’t brand us, but once again, she proved to me that I hardly knew her at all. I hated that I was incapable of predicting my Mistress’ actions. I was a bad slave. I was useless. I felt completely worthless.
We just waited there on the cold floor until I was roughly grabbed and held firmly against the bed by Adrian and another guy I didn’t know. A third guy grabbed my left hand while Adrian held my head firmly against the bed so I couldn’t see what they were doing. Adrian covered my mouth with his hand to stop me screaming. I heard a low buzzing sound and stinging pain in my hand. My god, did it hurt! It didn’t take long for the tears to return. My arm ached badly. It seemed to last for ages, this aching stinging pain like a million bee stings in my skin. After a while, I swear my hand went numb. I hardly noticed him finishing before the same stinging pain blasted up my right arm.
Finally, it was over and Adrian pulled me up and threw me off the bed. My arms ached something awful. I didn’t bother to look at what was on my hands. I knew what was on my hands. She was marking us; I was beyond caring. I just lay there, collapsed on the ground, as they did the same to Ton. Brian slid behind me and started feeling me up, stroking my chest with his hands, hands that moved slowly towards my cock. He was just teasing me though. There was no attraction there. I was too tired to push him away.
Eventually, Ton was discarded as well, and he lay against the wall. I could see that his hands were red and slightly bleeding if I turned my head at a certain angle.
“Pathetic bitches. Pathetic, weak, little sissy shits. You make me sick, the both of you. Come dawn, you two are outta here. I’m not gonna bother with you any more. My time and energy are better spent elsewhere and on better slaves. Now, get outta my fucking sight. You’ve got, oh, I’d say about an hour or so to get ready before I get my guards to drag your sissy asses outta this house and onto the streets. Consider that hour very generously given. Now, fuck off! Leave me in peace!”
At her words, Ton and I got up with all the strength we could muster and ran from her room through the silent mansion to our room, collapsing beside my bed. I knew I was crying, and only knew Ton was because I felt his arms around me and his hot tears on my skin.
“What are we gonna fuckin do? She’s gonna fuckin kill us! We can’t survive out there alone,” I sobbed, hiding my head in my aching arms.
“Are you guys ok?” Stefan said.
I looked up to see him turning the light on and sitting up in bed. I didn’t bother hiding my crying. “Stefan, please, she’s getting rid of us. She’s getting rid of us! God, I don’t wanna leave you, Stefan!”
“Really? When? I mean, how long til she gets rid of you?”
“About an hour, though probably less. Oh, man, I feel so dizzy,” I said, suddenly feeling very faint.
“Tom, you ok? You’re not gonna die on me are you?” I heard Ton say.
“Die? What happened in there?” Stefan asked, confused.
“She… she flogged him, Stefan. He’s bleeding, Stefan. Please, can you help us?” Ton said.
I can’t remember much of what happened, cos everything went black. When I woke up, there were bandages all over my chest and my head hurt like hell. I tried to sit up but someone held me down. I realised I’d been partially dressed as well.
“Not so fast, Tom, take it easy,” Stefan said.
“What… What happened to me?” I said, confused, not really remembering what had happened.
“I’ll tell you later, ok? Now we have to hurry. I’ve been told her guards are coming in 15 minutes or so. You guys have to get ready to go. Can you stand, Tom?” Stefan said.
“I… Go? Where are we going?” I said.
“She’s getting rid of us, don’t you remember? That’s why you’re bleeding. She flogged you, remember?” Ton said.
“She – what?” I said, struggling to my feet, Stefan clutching me tight so I didn’t fall.
“I’ll tell you later. Are you right to walk? We packed for you. We didn’t know how long you’d be out. I hope I didn’t miss anything,” Ton said.
Now on my feet, Stefan helped me take a few tentative steps as I got the blood circulating. I didn’t feel too bad, and after an initial feeling of dizziness, I was soon walking fine, albeit still sore.
We finished dressing and I had enough time to quickly go through my things before the guards came. They grabbed us by the arms and pulled us away from Stefan. We had been in the middle of saying goodbye when they took us. I felt like my heart had been torn apart, Stefan being ripped away from me. Stefan followed us though. I don’t think he was able to just stay there and watch us get thrown out like unwanted pets.
They pulled us through the mansion til we got to the front door. She was waiting for us. She came up to us and looked us over, as if making sure she’d made the right decision. We stood there, our sacks of possessions sitting at our feet though still clasped in our hands. Neither of us would dare let go of the only things we could ever have called our own.
“I must say, I will be pleased to see you gone. Do have fun out there, girls,” she said.
“Mistress, may I ask you a question?”
I don’t know what compelled me to speak, as I knew I wasn’t allowed to. Maybe it was because she was gonna get rid of us anyway and well, I had nothing left to lose anymore.
She stopped and looked at me, as if she was trying to think of what on Earth I would want to ask her now. “Oh, why not. Make it quick. I’ve humoured you long enough,” she said.
“Mistress, Mistress why don’t you love me?” I lowered my head, avoiding her eyes.
She remained silent for a long time, and I was worried she wouldn’t bother answering me. I was surprised when she spoke to me at last.
“Honestly? How could anyone love someone with so little spine? I barely had to breathe to get you under my wing. You were no fucking challenge at all. Now, Adrian, he put up a worthy fight. You bore me. Endlessly. With your fucking eagerness and sentimental attachment to Ton. What, you think I didn’t notice? Think I didn’t see it in your eyes? Don’t take me for a fool. A servant with such a weak heart, who was swayed from his Mistress’ love so easily isn’t worth my time. I don’t know why I didn’t get rid of you earlier.”
Her words stung my heart. But, I finally felt relieved that my question had been answered. It was comforting, in a strange way, to know finally after years of wondering. It still hurt, though, to know my service meant nothing to her. I should’ve known that she’d known about me and Ton. If Stefan saw it, she saw it too. It didn’t matter anymore though.
“Now, get outta my fucking sight. I don’t ever want to see you round here again.”
We picked up our sacks and headed for the door. Just as we were about to leave, we heard Stefan behind us.
“Mistress, may I gift my slaves something before they go?”
We turned to see him bounding towards us, carrying what looked like two guitars. We stopped. We noticed she turned to look at him too.
“Sentimental queers,” I heard her mutter. “Fine, do what you like. Guards, make sure they leave. I’m heading to my rooms. If Stefan steps outside that threshold, shoot him. Actually, let him go too. Let them all go and be some fucking happy family together. I can’t stand the sight of them.”
I was surprised by her words. I noticed Ton was too. Stefan had joined us by the door now. He seemed to have a sack with him too, as if he’d expected this reaction. She walked off after that. That was the last I ever saw of her.
“Stefan, what’s going on?” I asked.
“Do you really think I’d let you go alone?” he said with a small grin.
“No, Stefan, stay here with your friends. We’ll be fine, won’t we Tom?” Ton said.
“I have to leave them. We can’t have friends in here. You should know that better than anyone. They’ve got their own lives to live. I’d go crazy without you anyway.”
“Are you sure, Stefan?” I said.
“Yeah, come on, let’s get outta here. We’ll be fine, hey?” he said.
With that, he brought an arm around our shoulders and we walked out of the mansion into the outside world we’d left so long ago. I squinted and shut my eyes tight, the bright light stinging my eyes, stopping for a brief moment.
“Go on, get off the property now!” one of the guards called behind us.
Without a word, Stefan pulled us forward and out through the front gate and onto the street. We were free. This is what we’d wished for for so long. Yet, it felt strange. This wasn’t the world we knew. Things had changed since we’d been captured.
“Where are we gonna go? How are we gonna eat? How are we gonna survive?” I said, still in shock at the world I was seeing.
“The same way we’ve always survived,” Ton said.
I looked at Ton, searching his eyes for something. “We’re gonna die out here. I just know it. I’d rather have her kill us now than live out here.”
“We’ll get through this. But, first we have to find somewhere to stay. Everything will come from that,” Ton said.
“I take it we have no money. Are we gonna end up on the streets? What kind of life are we gonna have out here? I want my Mistress back!” I was on the verge of crying, my chest tightening with pain.
Stefan brought me into his arms. I held onto him, my tears falling down my face. “Tom, we’ll be fine. I won’t let us starve. We’ll find somewhere, I promise,” Stefan said.
And we did, for a while. We had nowhere to go except a homeless shelter on the outskirts of town. It was large, smelly, dark and noisy, but it was the only place we could go. The other shelters wouldn’t have us. Only later did we find out it was because that shelter was the only one that would take Mistress’ slaves once she was done with them. The others wouldn’t have us. They were all too scared of her.
We lived a pitiful existence since we were as good as non-entities anyway. We couldn’t remember who we were, where we lived or anything like that. We couldn’t get any help at all. Not even the cops would help us. But, that wasn’t surprising since most of them were under her rule. We eked out an existence by busking on the streets. It didn’t bring in much. Those who knew the marks on our hands didn’t give us anything. Few people remained untouched by her influence who would give us anything. It’s not like we weren’t good at our music. We were probably some of the better ones out there. Still, we got little cash for our efforts and we played from dawn til dusk. We barely made enough to eat.
One of the women at the shelter was a former cop turned private investigator. Her name was Madeline. She’d left the force because of all the corruption. She wanted to help us all find out who we were and get us back where we belonged. She was one of the only ones who cared for us, any of us, in that shelter. She took down any details we could remember of our lives and tried to find our families for us. Presumably, there’d be missing persons reports or something about us, it was just a matter of matching them up. We hadn’t contacted our families since we came to the mansion, I’d assume. For months, she didn’t have any luck with us.
And then, Stefan left us. He hadn’t been hers long enough to forget his family. He tried to get his family to pay for us all to go to Sweden with him, but they refused, and we were left alone to cope in a world she’d turned against us.
I cried for days when Stefan left. I barely ate. I didn’t bother going out to busk. It hurt too much. We’d been at the shelter for almost 8 months by then. Tony tried to calm me, but his words didn’t help. Stefan had promised he’d never leave me, but he went and proved to me that he can’t keep his word. He left me. I withdrew into myself.
Madeline’s news that she’d found our families was the trigger than brought be out of my depression. She knew who they were at least, but still had to find them. That took another three months, by which time Ton was slipping away from me.
He got sick, you see. I don’t know what with. He lay in bed all day. I stayed in to help look after him. The other slaves in the shelter banded together to make sure we had food to eat, not that Ton ate much at all. I spent the last two months of his life watching him waste away.
A month before he died, Madeline told us she’d found Ton’s family. She knew where they were. They were off west in Los Angeles. I had to take him to them. I couldn’t let him die nameless in a homeless shelter when his family were still waiting to hear if he was alive or dead. I packed our things and packed them into the Ute the shelter owned. Madeline had lent it to us, knowing how much she wanted Ton to be with his family.
We set off that evening, driving through the desert, waiting for the ocean to come into view. Our journey was slowed as we had to busk for gas money. Well, I had to busk for gas money, and food money. Lucky for us no one outside the town we left knew what the marks on our hands meant and money was easier to come by. I managed to get some antibiotics for Ton to help him last the journey, but I sensed him getting stronger as we got closer to the address Madeline had given us.
It took us two weeks of travelling and stopping, but we finally reached the house. I was tired, exhausted from spending all my energy driving, busking, keeping us going. I picked Ton up in my arms and walked towards the front door. I’d barely hit the porch when my knees collapsed from pure fatigue. I hadn’t slept properly for nearly a fortnight. I had enough strength to knock on the door before looking back down at Ton, seeing his sickly, pale face, his eyes still filled with love.
The door opened, and I looked up into the faces of two grieving parents. They’d obviously thought he was dead. His father picked him up and carried him inside. I think his mother helped me inside. She was crying. They knew it was their son. They may not have seen him for 20 years, but they knew. They lay him down on the couch.
“He’s… sick… help please…” I managed to get out.
His mother sat me down. I probably looked as sick as he did. I may have been crying too. I didn’t know where my family was, but that didn’t matter. I’d brought Ton back to his family before he died.
She looked at me. I didn’t know what to say. I was exhausted, too exhausted to move. I wasn’t aware of what was going on, except that soon Ton was being rushed to hospital to find out what was wrong with him. I sat stunned in the back with him, his parents following behind us.
After a tense week of waiting, we did find out what he had. And he was slipping away from us. He was dying. It was too late to save him. I spent that final week by his side, weeping and crying, trying to tell him how much I loved him, how it wasn’t going to hurt when he died, that I would never forget him. His parents were devastated. They’d just gotten their son back, only to lose him.
When he… when he finally left us… Oh, Gods, the tears still fall as freshly as they did back then… I can see his face, his parents’ faces… My heart broke when the last breath left his lungs. My love had left me. Stefan had left me. My parents were still to be found. I was alone in the world. I still am. Tony’s parents tried to take me in, but I couldn’t stay. Too many memories of Tony lingering in my mind. I stayed for the funeral, and spoke about what he meant to me. I didn’t try to stop the tears. After that, I took the truck and left.
But, I must stop now. I will return to what happened after that. I just can’t go on any longer. Ton’s death still haunts me.
Tom
Author: sashataakheru
Fandoms: No Doubt/Placebo RPS
Starring: Tom Dumont, Tony Kanal, Gwen Stefani, Adrian Young, Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, Steve Hewitt
Pairing: Tom/Tony, Tom/Tony/Stefan
Previous: 1 - Punishment and Tears | 2 - Strangers And Jealousy | 3 - When The Bad Times Come | 4 - The Traitor Returns | 5 - As A Phoenix Reborn | 6 - Through The Years: Leaving The Dragon's Keep pt 1 |
Warnings: violence, D/s themes, character death
Word Count: 4,685
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form
Author's Notes: Setting is... SE Californian desert, near Palm Springs (IIRC). Based on a Placebo fic with a similar theme. This one took it's own journey though.
Summary: Finally, Tom, Tony and Stefan are kicked out of the mansion and struggle to adjust to life in the real world.
Beyond the Mountains: Leaving the Dragon’s Keep pt 2
I haven’t written in here for months. It… it took a while to gather my thoughts together. After my last entry, I spent a lot of time remembering things I’d pushed aside, Ton’s death for one. His death still brings tears to my eyes as I write. I can still see his face, sick with whatever disease had hold of him, his eyes still looking at me with love. But, that’s another story. Later, I think. I don’t want to write about it now. I want to recount the night she kicked us out.
When she finally called me in the middle of the night to tell me she was finally getting rid of me, it had been almost 5 years after Stefan had taken me in. It had been about 3 am when her servant had woken me, urging me to hurry to our Mistress as she required my presence. By then, Ton had been put to work in Stefan’s harem and slept apart from me. I slept in my bed at the foot of Stefan’s bed. The harem was housed close to but separate from our room. I remember Stefan waking me as I struggled to consciousness. Hearing the urgency in the servant’s voice, I pulled some shoes on and hurried to our Mistress’ chambers.
I’d been told she’d called me to her bedchamber. When I arrived, I was shocked to find Ton there, kneeling at the foot of the bed, his head hung low. I knelt beside him, since there was no one else in the room. I kept my head bowed and didn’t dare speak to him, knowing she’d probably flog us if she caught us. We weren’t allowed to speak unless she commanded us to.
We waited in silence for what seemed like an hour or so before she came in, Brian scampering along on a leash behind her. She stood behind us, and I could feel her breath on the back of my neck. I could feel her anger in the air. Suddenly, I felt a blow to the back of my head, and I struggled to stay silent as my head began to fill with pain.
“Pathetic swine,” I heard her say behind us. “Give me back those clothes, slaves, they do not belong to you and you certainly don’t deserve them.”
My fingers trembling, I did as she asked, stripping naked before her. I was only dimly aware of Ton doing the same beside me. Knowing we were giving back the clothes, we folded them and stacked them beside us before returning to our kneeling positions.
“Prostrate yourselves before me. I have very generously fed, clothed and housed you for nigh on 20 years. I deserve every ounce of respect you pathetic little girls can give me.”
I hated how angry her voice sounded, but we obeyed, turning round to face her, lying flat on the ground, our faces buried in our arms. The floor, those cold stone tiles, made my skin feel numb, but I didn’t dare move. Then I felt sharp pain in my back and it took a few seconds to realise she was walking down my back, those killer stiletto heels biting into my back. I cringed and tried not to make a noise.
“You two are the most pathetic, disobedient, ugly, worthless pieces of shit I ever bought. Aren’t you?”
I cringed and sighed with relief as she stepped off me and presumably onto Ton, judging by the look on his face I glimpsed. I was in enough pain that I didn’t comprehend the question she asked. The scraping heel down my back reminded me soon enough.
“Aren’t you, sluts? Answer me, or I will have to punish you.”
I shivered in the cool air and quickly replied, “Yes, Mistress,” hearing Ton’s identical whispered answer as she trod on him.
“Sluts,” she said as she kicked us both in the ribs as she walked away from us. She wasn’t addressing us so much as cursing us. We didn’t dare look at what she was doing. “Come here, bitches. I wanna play with you one last time.”
We hurried to our feet and saw her reclining on the bed. We scrambled next to her, curling up at her feet. She grabbed my chin and looked into my eyes. I could tell she was horny, her eyes glazed with lust. I didn’t know why she’d chosen now to play with me. She’d never shown me this sort of attention before. I was nervous. From what Ton’d told me, this was not going to be the sort of sex normal people had. It would be painful, and most likely pleasurable only for her. I wasn’t used to her finding me attractive, and I certainly wasn’t used to associating pleasure and pain. I was scared of what she’d do to me, not that I had to wait long to find out.
She brought me close to her and kissed me, her tongue invading my mouth in ways I’d never experienced. I almost stiffened, not used to this sort of attention, especially from her. I was thrilled she was finally giving me this that she’d denied to me from the beginning. Maybe she did still love me.
Maybe she could tell how much I appreciated her attention. I felt her reach down and grab my cock, tugging on it hard. That was all I needed. I was achingly hard then, and she knew it. She pushed me onto my back, pinning me down hard.
“Nice to know it still works after so many years of disuse.”
Her words stung, making me remember that this was the first and last time she’d ever show me this sort of attention.
“Let me show you how I like it, slut. Come here while I flog you. You, take him from behind. Make sure he comes good and hard. Choke him if you have to. Actually, do choke him. I want him to remember this all the rest of his life. Bri-Bri, come here, girl. Blow him with every ounce of strength, talent and passion you can muster, monkeygirl. This is gonna be fun.”
That sadistic cruelty entered her voice again. She pulled me to my knees and had me kneel at the foot of the bed while she tied my hands to the posters tightly. There was enough slack in the bonds that I was kneeling comfortably. I could still sit down a touch and not have my arms ache too much.
I felt Ton move behind me, his cock hard and pressed up against my ass. I did wonder for a moment how he could be hard so quickly, but I figured it was probably influenced by all the time he’d spent with her, pleasuring her. He’d probably been conditioned to react this way. He pulled a scarf around my neck, tying it and holding it tight. Man, that made my head spin after a while. It wasn’t so tight that I couldn’t breathe, but it was still tight enough to make me feel woozy.
It was when I felt Ton force his way inside me and begin thrusting that the pain came. Almost at the same time, Brian swallowed me, his hair tickling my thighs as he sucked me. She must’ve seen the look on my face as that’s when she began whipping my chest with what I think was a cat o’ nine tails. That was one of the whips I feared most, as that one left horrible welts, deep, lasting, horrible welts. That one hurt more than any of the others.
There was pain, my God, there was pain. Every now and then, Ton would move in some way and a wave of pleasure took the pain away. Then the pain returned. Brian helped ease the pain somewhat, but it still stung every time that whip hit my chest. Ton was tugging on the scarf around my neck in time to his thrusting, my air slowly being reduced as he choked me. But, it also had an effect I wasn’t expecting. Somehow, the combined effect of the pain, the flogging, Ton’s thrusting and choking, and Brian’s mouth sent me into the most amazing orgasm I’d ever had. I felt Ton cum at the same time, thrusting into me harder than he had before, his groaning echoing in my ears behind me. At that point, she stopped flogging me and leant in close to me to lick the blood from me, pushing Brian away. That just escalated the afterglow, especially when she started licking the cum off my cock. I came again without her allowing me to and before I realised what I’d done, she’d slapped my face hard, grabbing my chin and forcing our eyes to meet.
“Cumming without permission. My, my, what a disobedient slut. Can’t control yourself, can you?”
“N-no, Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress.”
“So you should be.” She untied my arms and I suddenly realised how weak I felt. She’d flogged me pretty hard and my head felt dizzy. Everything ached. I wondered how much blood I’d lost. “On the floor. You must be punished.”
Wearily, I obeyed, sliding off the bed and kneeling on the floor.
“Hands and knees, bitch. Tony, get beside him. I feel like punishing you both for his digression.”
In seconds, we were both on the floor, on our hands and knees, waiting to be punished. After a few minutes of tense waiting, the pain came as she kicked my balls. Blinding pain. I lost count of how many times she kicked me. By the time she’d finished, I could barely hold myself up. It took all my strength to keep myself up. I knew she’d only punish us again if we didn’t remain as we were. I couldn’t stop the tears though. I let them run down my face, the pain filtering through every inch of my body.
“Adrian! Get in here! Tell Karl there’s some branding to do!” she yelled.
I shivered as she spoke, knowing full well what branding would entail. I had hoped she wouldn’t brand us, but once again, she proved to me that I hardly knew her at all. I hated that I was incapable of predicting my Mistress’ actions. I was a bad slave. I was useless. I felt completely worthless.
We just waited there on the cold floor until I was roughly grabbed and held firmly against the bed by Adrian and another guy I didn’t know. A third guy grabbed my left hand while Adrian held my head firmly against the bed so I couldn’t see what they were doing. Adrian covered my mouth with his hand to stop me screaming. I heard a low buzzing sound and stinging pain in my hand. My god, did it hurt! It didn’t take long for the tears to return. My arm ached badly. It seemed to last for ages, this aching stinging pain like a million bee stings in my skin. After a while, I swear my hand went numb. I hardly noticed him finishing before the same stinging pain blasted up my right arm.
Finally, it was over and Adrian pulled me up and threw me off the bed. My arms ached something awful. I didn’t bother to look at what was on my hands. I knew what was on my hands. She was marking us; I was beyond caring. I just lay there, collapsed on the ground, as they did the same to Ton. Brian slid behind me and started feeling me up, stroking my chest with his hands, hands that moved slowly towards my cock. He was just teasing me though. There was no attraction there. I was too tired to push him away.
Eventually, Ton was discarded as well, and he lay against the wall. I could see that his hands were red and slightly bleeding if I turned my head at a certain angle.
“Pathetic bitches. Pathetic, weak, little sissy shits. You make me sick, the both of you. Come dawn, you two are outta here. I’m not gonna bother with you any more. My time and energy are better spent elsewhere and on better slaves. Now, get outta my fucking sight. You’ve got, oh, I’d say about an hour or so to get ready before I get my guards to drag your sissy asses outta this house and onto the streets. Consider that hour very generously given. Now, fuck off! Leave me in peace!”
At her words, Ton and I got up with all the strength we could muster and ran from her room through the silent mansion to our room, collapsing beside my bed. I knew I was crying, and only knew Ton was because I felt his arms around me and his hot tears on my skin.
“What are we gonna fuckin do? She’s gonna fuckin kill us! We can’t survive out there alone,” I sobbed, hiding my head in my aching arms.
“Are you guys ok?” Stefan said.
I looked up to see him turning the light on and sitting up in bed. I didn’t bother hiding my crying. “Stefan, please, she’s getting rid of us. She’s getting rid of us! God, I don’t wanna leave you, Stefan!”
“Really? When? I mean, how long til she gets rid of you?”
“About an hour, though probably less. Oh, man, I feel so dizzy,” I said, suddenly feeling very faint.
“Tom, you ok? You’re not gonna die on me are you?” I heard Ton say.
“Die? What happened in there?” Stefan asked, confused.
“She… she flogged him, Stefan. He’s bleeding, Stefan. Please, can you help us?” Ton said.
I can’t remember much of what happened, cos everything went black. When I woke up, there were bandages all over my chest and my head hurt like hell. I tried to sit up but someone held me down. I realised I’d been partially dressed as well.
“Not so fast, Tom, take it easy,” Stefan said.
“What… What happened to me?” I said, confused, not really remembering what had happened.
“I’ll tell you later, ok? Now we have to hurry. I’ve been told her guards are coming in 15 minutes or so. You guys have to get ready to go. Can you stand, Tom?” Stefan said.
“I… Go? Where are we going?” I said.
“She’s getting rid of us, don’t you remember? That’s why you’re bleeding. She flogged you, remember?” Ton said.
“She – what?” I said, struggling to my feet, Stefan clutching me tight so I didn’t fall.
“I’ll tell you later. Are you right to walk? We packed for you. We didn’t know how long you’d be out. I hope I didn’t miss anything,” Ton said.
Now on my feet, Stefan helped me take a few tentative steps as I got the blood circulating. I didn’t feel too bad, and after an initial feeling of dizziness, I was soon walking fine, albeit still sore.
We finished dressing and I had enough time to quickly go through my things before the guards came. They grabbed us by the arms and pulled us away from Stefan. We had been in the middle of saying goodbye when they took us. I felt like my heart had been torn apart, Stefan being ripped away from me. Stefan followed us though. I don’t think he was able to just stay there and watch us get thrown out like unwanted pets.
They pulled us through the mansion til we got to the front door. She was waiting for us. She came up to us and looked us over, as if making sure she’d made the right decision. We stood there, our sacks of possessions sitting at our feet though still clasped in our hands. Neither of us would dare let go of the only things we could ever have called our own.
“I must say, I will be pleased to see you gone. Do have fun out there, girls,” she said.
“Mistress, may I ask you a question?”
I don’t know what compelled me to speak, as I knew I wasn’t allowed to. Maybe it was because she was gonna get rid of us anyway and well, I had nothing left to lose anymore.
She stopped and looked at me, as if she was trying to think of what on Earth I would want to ask her now. “Oh, why not. Make it quick. I’ve humoured you long enough,” she said.
“Mistress, Mistress why don’t you love me?” I lowered my head, avoiding her eyes.
She remained silent for a long time, and I was worried she wouldn’t bother answering me. I was surprised when she spoke to me at last.
“Honestly? How could anyone love someone with so little spine? I barely had to breathe to get you under my wing. You were no fucking challenge at all. Now, Adrian, he put up a worthy fight. You bore me. Endlessly. With your fucking eagerness and sentimental attachment to Ton. What, you think I didn’t notice? Think I didn’t see it in your eyes? Don’t take me for a fool. A servant with such a weak heart, who was swayed from his Mistress’ love so easily isn’t worth my time. I don’t know why I didn’t get rid of you earlier.”
Her words stung my heart. But, I finally felt relieved that my question had been answered. It was comforting, in a strange way, to know finally after years of wondering. It still hurt, though, to know my service meant nothing to her. I should’ve known that she’d known about me and Ton. If Stefan saw it, she saw it too. It didn’t matter anymore though.
“Now, get outta my fucking sight. I don’t ever want to see you round here again.”
We picked up our sacks and headed for the door. Just as we were about to leave, we heard Stefan behind us.
“Mistress, may I gift my slaves something before they go?”
We turned to see him bounding towards us, carrying what looked like two guitars. We stopped. We noticed she turned to look at him too.
“Sentimental queers,” I heard her mutter. “Fine, do what you like. Guards, make sure they leave. I’m heading to my rooms. If Stefan steps outside that threshold, shoot him. Actually, let him go too. Let them all go and be some fucking happy family together. I can’t stand the sight of them.”
I was surprised by her words. I noticed Ton was too. Stefan had joined us by the door now. He seemed to have a sack with him too, as if he’d expected this reaction. She walked off after that. That was the last I ever saw of her.
“Stefan, what’s going on?” I asked.
“Do you really think I’d let you go alone?” he said with a small grin.
“No, Stefan, stay here with your friends. We’ll be fine, won’t we Tom?” Ton said.
“I have to leave them. We can’t have friends in here. You should know that better than anyone. They’ve got their own lives to live. I’d go crazy without you anyway.”
“Are you sure, Stefan?” I said.
“Yeah, come on, let’s get outta here. We’ll be fine, hey?” he said.
With that, he brought an arm around our shoulders and we walked out of the mansion into the outside world we’d left so long ago. I squinted and shut my eyes tight, the bright light stinging my eyes, stopping for a brief moment.
“Go on, get off the property now!” one of the guards called behind us.
Without a word, Stefan pulled us forward and out through the front gate and onto the street. We were free. This is what we’d wished for for so long. Yet, it felt strange. This wasn’t the world we knew. Things had changed since we’d been captured.
“Where are we gonna go? How are we gonna eat? How are we gonna survive?” I said, still in shock at the world I was seeing.
“The same way we’ve always survived,” Ton said.
I looked at Ton, searching his eyes for something. “We’re gonna die out here. I just know it. I’d rather have her kill us now than live out here.”
“We’ll get through this. But, first we have to find somewhere to stay. Everything will come from that,” Ton said.
“I take it we have no money. Are we gonna end up on the streets? What kind of life are we gonna have out here? I want my Mistress back!” I was on the verge of crying, my chest tightening with pain.
Stefan brought me into his arms. I held onto him, my tears falling down my face. “Tom, we’ll be fine. I won’t let us starve. We’ll find somewhere, I promise,” Stefan said.
And we did, for a while. We had nowhere to go except a homeless shelter on the outskirts of town. It was large, smelly, dark and noisy, but it was the only place we could go. The other shelters wouldn’t have us. Only later did we find out it was because that shelter was the only one that would take Mistress’ slaves once she was done with them. The others wouldn’t have us. They were all too scared of her.
We lived a pitiful existence since we were as good as non-entities anyway. We couldn’t remember who we were, where we lived or anything like that. We couldn’t get any help at all. Not even the cops would help us. But, that wasn’t surprising since most of them were under her rule. We eked out an existence by busking on the streets. It didn’t bring in much. Those who knew the marks on our hands didn’t give us anything. Few people remained untouched by her influence who would give us anything. It’s not like we weren’t good at our music. We were probably some of the better ones out there. Still, we got little cash for our efforts and we played from dawn til dusk. We barely made enough to eat.
One of the women at the shelter was a former cop turned private investigator. Her name was Madeline. She’d left the force because of all the corruption. She wanted to help us all find out who we were and get us back where we belonged. She was one of the only ones who cared for us, any of us, in that shelter. She took down any details we could remember of our lives and tried to find our families for us. Presumably, there’d be missing persons reports or something about us, it was just a matter of matching them up. We hadn’t contacted our families since we came to the mansion, I’d assume. For months, she didn’t have any luck with us.
And then, Stefan left us. He hadn’t been hers long enough to forget his family. He tried to get his family to pay for us all to go to Sweden with him, but they refused, and we were left alone to cope in a world she’d turned against us.
I cried for days when Stefan left. I barely ate. I didn’t bother going out to busk. It hurt too much. We’d been at the shelter for almost 8 months by then. Tony tried to calm me, but his words didn’t help. Stefan had promised he’d never leave me, but he went and proved to me that he can’t keep his word. He left me. I withdrew into myself.
Madeline’s news that she’d found our families was the trigger than brought be out of my depression. She knew who they were at least, but still had to find them. That took another three months, by which time Ton was slipping away from me.
He got sick, you see. I don’t know what with. He lay in bed all day. I stayed in to help look after him. The other slaves in the shelter banded together to make sure we had food to eat, not that Ton ate much at all. I spent the last two months of his life watching him waste away.
A month before he died, Madeline told us she’d found Ton’s family. She knew where they were. They were off west in Los Angeles. I had to take him to them. I couldn’t let him die nameless in a homeless shelter when his family were still waiting to hear if he was alive or dead. I packed our things and packed them into the Ute the shelter owned. Madeline had lent it to us, knowing how much she wanted Ton to be with his family.
We set off that evening, driving through the desert, waiting for the ocean to come into view. Our journey was slowed as we had to busk for gas money. Well, I had to busk for gas money, and food money. Lucky for us no one outside the town we left knew what the marks on our hands meant and money was easier to come by. I managed to get some antibiotics for Ton to help him last the journey, but I sensed him getting stronger as we got closer to the address Madeline had given us.
It took us two weeks of travelling and stopping, but we finally reached the house. I was tired, exhausted from spending all my energy driving, busking, keeping us going. I picked Ton up in my arms and walked towards the front door. I’d barely hit the porch when my knees collapsed from pure fatigue. I hadn’t slept properly for nearly a fortnight. I had enough strength to knock on the door before looking back down at Ton, seeing his sickly, pale face, his eyes still filled with love.
The door opened, and I looked up into the faces of two grieving parents. They’d obviously thought he was dead. His father picked him up and carried him inside. I think his mother helped me inside. She was crying. They knew it was their son. They may not have seen him for 20 years, but they knew. They lay him down on the couch.
“He’s… sick… help please…” I managed to get out.
His mother sat me down. I probably looked as sick as he did. I may have been crying too. I didn’t know where my family was, but that didn’t matter. I’d brought Ton back to his family before he died.
She looked at me. I didn’t know what to say. I was exhausted, too exhausted to move. I wasn’t aware of what was going on, except that soon Ton was being rushed to hospital to find out what was wrong with him. I sat stunned in the back with him, his parents following behind us.
After a tense week of waiting, we did find out what he had. And he was slipping away from us. He was dying. It was too late to save him. I spent that final week by his side, weeping and crying, trying to tell him how much I loved him, how it wasn’t going to hurt when he died, that I would never forget him. His parents were devastated. They’d just gotten their son back, only to lose him.
When he… when he finally left us… Oh, Gods, the tears still fall as freshly as they did back then… I can see his face, his parents’ faces… My heart broke when the last breath left his lungs. My love had left me. Stefan had left me. My parents were still to be found. I was alone in the world. I still am. Tony’s parents tried to take me in, but I couldn’t stay. Too many memories of Tony lingering in my mind. I stayed for the funeral, and spoke about what he meant to me. I didn’t try to stop the tears. After that, I took the truck and left.
But, I must stop now. I will return to what happened after that. I just can’t go on any longer. Ton’s death still haunts me.
Tom