Torn from You

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Logan’s leg nudged me, and I lowered my hand from my mouth. “He is giving her to you? Raul doesn’t like to give anything away.”
Kai chuckled. “No, but I required a new girl, and Raul knew that. When I saw her picture I had to have her.” I slid closer to Logan as Kai grabbed her by the collar and jerked upward. The girl never made a sound, but I did catch a glistening tear in her eye as Kai pulled her up on his lap and started fondling her. “He knows my type and this one ...” I couldn’t help but glance up at Kai, “is special.”
Logan saw me looking and quickly changed the subject to the fight. It was a couple hours later, after he’d fed me like a dog and I listened to the sounds swarming me like insects crawling over my skin, that Kai took interest in me.
“She is stunning.”
Logan had his hand on the nape of my neck, and I felt it stiffen. “Hmmm.”
“Dinner appears to be over, and my understanding is Raul likes to play afterward. Care to indulge?”
Oh God. No. No, Logan. Please.
“Not really.”
“Then why bother having her? My suggestion is tame, nothing to frighten your little slave. She does look like she wants to be swallowed up by the floor.” Kai reached over and stroked the side of my face with his finger. “Look at me.”
I did. My eyes meeting his flashing green intensity. He was handsome and dignified, like I’d imagine a business man with lots of wealth would look like. I guessed he was in his early thirties, and he had strong, defined features and really dark brows and tanned skin.
“I don’t share,” Logan said in what sounded like a growl.
“Neither do I,” Kai said, and his hand dropped from me to stroke his girl’s inner thigh. “But watching the women together. Two beauties ... now that I would enjoy.”
“No.” Logan’s voice was stern.
“No, what gentleman?” Raul was standing behind Logan’s chair, and I quickly lowered my head, my hair falling in front of my face.
Kai spoke, “I suggested a little play between the women. Sculpt has declined.”
“I never said that.”
My breath hitched. Logan please don’t make me.
“I had something else in mind for tonight.”
Kai shoved the girl off his lap, and she fell to the floor then quickly righted herself and knelt beside Kai. I reached out my hand to hers. It was instinctive and reactive, something I shouldn’t have done, but seeing her treated so cruelly had sparked a fire in me. Dangerous.
The girl looked at me horrified, her face paling at the gesture. Then just as quick, she was holding onto Kai’s leg softly stroking it like a dog licking its master.
“I’d be interested in hearing this,” Raul said. “Kai, Sculpt has been hiding this gem away for over a week now. I was beginning to think that she’d escaped him.” Kai laughed. “She was rather ... disobedient when she arrived. I was anticipating Alfonzo having to train her as he did your new slave. But,” Raul gestured to me. “She has been reigned in. After being away from us for so long, I was thinking Sculpt had become soft.”
“Then what do you have in mind for this part of the evening, Sculpt?” Kai asked.
Logan was silent, and I could feel his finger twitching. I held my breath, knowing that whatever he decided I wouldn’t like.
I dug my nails into my thighs and tried to block out my whirling imagination. “Perhaps Kai can fuck her while she sucks you off.”
“No,” Logan said. “More of a show.”
I couldn’t control the sob that emerged from my throat, and Logan quickly reacted. He shoved the dishes off the table with one swoop of his arm, and then grabbed me by the arm threw me face down on the table, placing his hand on the small of my back.
“You want her fucked. And I want to fuck her.” Logan yanked up my dress, and I could feel the warm air on my bare ass. My cheek pressed against the wood of the table, and when I opened my eyes I saw Kai watching me. Our eyes locked, and I saw the cool, unaffected expression to my terror.
My breath came in short, heaving gasps. I heard voices all around me and squeezed my eyes shut as the sounds grew louder and closer. They were going to watch Logan fuck me right here on the table.
“Legs,” Logan growled.
I squeezed my eyes shut and did as he said. He nudged my legs further apart and then stepped between them, and I felt his cock and the material of his slacks against me. I started to struggle, and he pulled back and then spanked me on the ass so hard that I cried out.
“Stay still.”
He spanked me again then he massaged my ass. He repeated it several times, spanking then massaging, and by then I was sobbing. It wasn’t from being spanked, but from the humiliation. I felt the weight of him over me, and his mouth next to my ear.
“We have to do this, Eme. Don’t think about anyone else. Focus on me. Nothing else.” He kissed down my neck and then across my shoulder blades while his hand went underneath my dress, between my legs, and he began circling my clit.
At first I felt nothing, my body refusing to get turned on by this, by anything that was happening, but Logan was calm and gentle, and soon I felt the tingling, and Logan’s hand pressing in my back eased.
“Why are you bothering to give her pleasure?” I heard Raul say.
“It’s no fun fucking a dry slave,” Logan replied. His clothes rubbed my back as he came over me again and whispered in my ear, “I’ll be fast. Don’t fight me, Eme. Okay? You get why we have to do this?”
I nodded.
I knew he was trying to protect me from something much worse than him publically fucking me. I wasn’t wet, but mildly damp from his stimulation and when he pushed his cock inside me it didn’t hurt.
My hips pushed into the edge of the table as he thrust into me again and again. I could hear the men talking around us merging with the sound of his pelvis smacking into my ass. Glasses clanged together and I heard men telling Logan harder. A girl sobbed and then the crack of a whip then more sobs. Raul laughed and then he was beside my head shoving his finger into my mouth.
“Suck it like it’s my cock,” Raul ordered.
Logan’s hands dug into my hips as if in warning and I knew I had to. I willingly slid my tongue around Raul’s finger, tasting the juices of meat from his meal. He shoved it back and forth into my mouth matching the rhythm of Logan as I suckled and teased his finger as if it was his cock.
Laughter surrounded me. Men yelling out suggestions that sent my stomach churning and I would’ve thrown up if Raul hadn’t taken his finger out of my mouth at that moment.
I heard Logan grunt and tighten his hands on my hips as he jerked one last time into me.
He’d barely finished coming before I heard the sound of his zipper, then my dress was pulled down, and he was dragging me off the table.
“Now, I’m going to screw the shit out of her ass in privacy. Think I deserve that after winning that fight tonight, gentlemen.” Logan took my hand, nodded to the men, and strode out of the dining hall, me in tow.
The ability to speak was torn from my mind as if Logan had ripped the vocal cords from my throat himself. Nothing could be said about what happened. I wasn’t sure if he had the intention of fucking my ass, but as soon as we were out of sight of the others, it was like all the terror, anger, disgust, and horror rushed to my head.
I imagined grabbing the machine gun from the first passing guard and running back inside and killing every one of those men. Then I’d watch them writhe around on the floor, suffering a slow, painful death ... Because that’s what each of them deserved—a slow, agonizing death. Nothing quick. Not jail—that was far too kind. Justice would be dropping them into a pit of rats, covered in blood, and having the rats gnaw at them over days ... no weeks.
Each and every molecule in my body had been slowly bottling up with rage and disgust through the dinner. I knew if I was shaken the wrong way, I’d explode into a frothy, screaming mess of a lunatic. I felt like I had to let go, scream, do anything to release all the emotions that were treading across my insides.
I’d survive it, but those girls ... I wasn’t so sure how long they would. And Kai’s newly acquired gift, God, her eyes would haunt my dreams for eternity. She’d been terrified when I tried to offer her comfort. Panic overrode any other emotion that may have once been part of that girl.
Tonight I had watched in horror the degradation of human beings.
Logan walked me back across the courtyard, his hand on the small of my back. “You did good, Emily.” Logan’s words hit me as if he’d taken a bat and slammed it across my face. Good? I did good?
His words were the wrong ones. They shook the rage-filled molecules, and they all popped at the same time.
“Good! Good! I did good?” I screamed and then threw myself at him and began punching. I didn’t care where or how, just as long as my fists were hitting something. I heard his curse as my fist connected with his jaw.
“How could you? How could you? Why did you do that? And those girls? You let them be abused. You let it happen while those pieces-of-shit men destroy them.” I punched him again and again. “They’re human beings, damn it.” The images of the girl’s dead eyes pressed into the forefront of my brain. “Kai is going to kill her. She’s almost dead now. How can you let him do that?”
“Emily. Stop it.” He tried to control me, but I was out of control, the images of what they suffered screaming through me. “Mouse!” Logan’s use of my nickname was lost to my screams, drowned beneath the undeniable anger.
I was crying and screaming at the same time. My voice unrecognizable as I yelled at him. He hooked me around the waist, put has hand over my mouth and picked me up while I continued to scream muffled words. It was then I saw Alfonzo running toward us.
“Jesus, Emily. Damn it.”
Alfonzo stopped. “Sculpt.”
Logan let me go and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Knees. Now.”
I knew what Alfonzo could do to me, so I did what I was told, but my body still shook with anger.
“Give her to me,” Alfonzo said. “Raul is furious. We heard her screams inside.”
I grabbed Logan’s leg. “Please. No. Don’t let him take me. I’ll be good. I promise. Please.”
I never in my life thought I’d beg like that, I don’t think anyone ever thinks they will until they’re faced with this. My mind was only built to take so much, and going through the torture again would kill me. I needed that piece of me that still wanted to live, to fight, to one day have my dream of freedom come true. Alfonzo was going to take that away. He was going to destroy that last fragment of hope, and I would become like those other girls. I’d die inside.
“No,” Logan said to Alfonzo, and I choked back the sobs as overwhelming relief settled into me. “I’ll take care of this.”
The sound of long, casual strides came toward us. I kept my head bowed, but knew the moment he came near enough who it was by his distinct smell—Raul.
“Take her.” Raul’s instructions to Alfonzo were clear. There wasn’t a single ounce of sympathy in his steel tone. “I knew it wouldn’t last.”