But even after only a few seconds of consciousness away from the dream, she felt safe and warm. Even surrounded by the dragons. Maybe because she was surrounded by them. Everything had tilted.
“Are you all right, flower?” Anton. She’d missed him and his pet name that was somehow so dirty. Whether it was the innuendo he’d placed inside the word, or his wicked accent, she couldn’t be sure. She’d miss him when she was sold. And Gabe. She wasn’t sure about Lindsay yet.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?” Gabe asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
He helped her out of the bed, and she winced.
“Jesus, Gabe. You hit her hard enough, didn’t you? I’m surprised you didn’t draw blood,” Lindsay said when he could see her back.
She flushed, still embarrassed being naked in front of them.
“She’ll heal. She had to be punished. I do it right the first time so the behaviors aren’t repeated. You should try it. Would save you a lot of training grief.”
Vivian glanced over at Lindsay to find him giving her a look she could read as if he’d dumped an entire conversation in her brain. It was as if he were saying, I’m not as bad as Gabe. You calculated your hierarchy of evil wrong.
But it didn’t matter. She still felt affection for Gabe, and Lindsay still scared her. She knew it was irrational now that everybody’s mask had been dropped to reveal who they were underneath. She just shrugged at the doctor, and he shook his head as if she were a lost cause.
Gabe took her to the bathroom and unlocked the chastity belt. She sighed when he leaned against the wall. Of course he wouldn’t give her privacy.
“I’m sorry, I don’t trust you won’t try to touch yourself.”
Between her nightmare and waking to the pain of her back, orgasms were the last thing on her mind. She wasn’t about to try to rub one off in the bathroom. But she didn’t bother trying to explain it to Gabe. She’d already peed in front of Anton, but she had to do a bit more than that, and she couldn’t do it with an audience.
“Please Sir . . . I know you don’t have to, but I really need privacy. I don’t just have to pee, and I can’t . . . with you standing there.” She held her breath, praying he had the shred of mercy she believed him to have.
Finally, he poked his head out the door and called into the bedroom, “Lindsay, bring me some rope.”
A minute later, Lindsay was in the bathroom, smirking down at her as he passed the rope to Gabe. Then thankfully, he left.
Gabe tied her wrists with such expert precision, she was sure he must have been a boy scout before he went evil. Then he tied the other end to the shower bar, causing her arms to go at an awkward angle. “This is the only way you get privacy. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
The door shut quietly behind him.
He returned several minutes later to untie her so she could wipe and flush. “Don’t linger,” he said, as if she was going to try to masturbate her clit while she wiped. She fought back an eye roll. Vivian was so not in the mood for sex, it was almost amusing how he thought she would be.
She expected him to put the chastity belt back on, but he ordered her into the shower instead. He stripped off his clothes and joined her. As his hands roved over her body, the soap working into a strong, fragrant lather, the libido she thought had died with the nightmare, came roaring to life again.
He didn’t try to fuck her, and she suspected it was because he’d either fucked someone else while she was sleeping, or intended to once the chastity belt was locked in place again. She felt irrationally jealous even though he wasn’t hers to possess. And even though their association would end once she’d been sold.
She shuddered at how casually she thought of herself as sold off to be some man’s slave. Some man she didn’t know. She wondered if she’d grow attached to him, if she’d love him, if he’d have any kind of feelings for her.
Gabe shut off the shower and wrapped her in a towel, guiding her out onto the tiled floor. He lingered over her clit, teasing. Vivian’s eyes widened when he produced the tube of arousal cream. He couldn’t be serious. But he was. He put a healthy amount on her and slipped the chastity belt over her thighs.
“Stay,” he said.
Every time he said stay, she felt like a dog. She wondered if roll over or fetch would be next. But she stayed, standing in the warm, steam-filled room until he returned.
When he came back, Vivian’s eyes widened.
“I decided to make your last bit of punishment more interesting.”
He’d returned with another chastity belt. Only this one had smooth metal protrusions, one larger, meant to go inside her pussy, and one smaller, meant for her ass. She clenched involuntarily as she stared at it.
Gabe lubed both pieces of metal, then unlocked the belt she wore to trade it for the other. He carefully worked each of the phallic-shaped objects into their appropriate holes. She gripped the wall for support when he flicked his thumb over her clit, swollen and engorged from the arousal cream. He locked her up, then playfully swatted her thigh.
“Put some clothes on, and go eat your dinner. The day’s almost over. Tomorrow will be better for you.”
“Yes, Sir.” She walked out of the room, close to passing out from the arousal and sense of fullness without completion.
14
Vivian could barely taste her food as she chewed and swallowed. Her entire world was focused on the parts of her locked away behind the chastity belt. She couldn’t stop squirming in her seat, but the belt was so fitted to her size that such movement didn’t allow satisfaction.
She glanced surreptitiously around the cafeteria at the other girls, wondering if any of them suspected the punishment that had been visited on her. As she watched this woman or that shift in her seat, she wondered if they’d been given a similar punishment for some reason. Was the discomfort because they had cane welts across their ass, or was it because they had something shoved inside them and trapped there like Vivian did?
Everything under the belt strained and begged for release. She would have done anything, debased herself in any way, even in front of everyone, if it would mean she’d be permitted to come.
Gabe stood to one side of the room, his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed smug and pleased with himself, and yet she couldn’t work up any hatred for him. She was already beginning to feel owned by these men, by the house.
Moments later, Lindsay approached Gabe. She watched, frozen, as the doctor whispered. He looked over at her a few times while delivering a long and private monologue, leaving no doubt she was the subject of his visit.
Gabe nodded once and handed the other man a key. Lindsay stared at her and smiled. She shuddered and went back to her food. The heated look the doctor had just given her was terrifying. And yet, her body responded. She tried to focus on her food, on the flavors exploding over her tongue, but it was even more useless than before she’d spotted the two men plotting.
As soon as she’d finished, Lindsay was in front of her, his hand outstretched. “Leave your plate, and come with me.”
If he had the key did that mean her punishment was over? Or was it transmuting into something else? She expected to be led back to her room, or the dungeon, but instead they ascended a large, winding staircase. The one she’d seen in the entryway upon first arriving.