J Watson: Chained women

They picked women who had no families and few questions would be asked about them. Of course the police would wonder, but after a while even that would stop.

The only thing that would hurt Boss' raffle was having one of the women get too badly beaten or even killed. The police wouldn't stop with just a few questions. He had thought often about finding two men who were less likely to commit murder but he didn't see what he could do with the two brothers.

Boss stood up and walked to his bar. He poured himself a stiff shot of bourbon and drank it down. He realized that he was horny. Seeing the girls parade their wares in front of the buyers had given him a gigantic hard-on.

He walked out of the auction room into his small bedroom. Here everything was done in white. His bed was king-size. He was a big man and he liked a big bed.

He picked up his white phone.

"Yes, Boss," the voice at the other end answered immediately.

"I want the brunette before she leaves. Bring her to me immediately."

"Yes, Boss," the male voice said. "Immediately."

He undressed and lay back on the soft bed. He closed his eyes and mentally pictured the girls. Blondes, brunettes, redheads! It was a cocks-man's paradise. His prick grew rock hard as he thought about them.

He heard a timid knock on his door.

"Come in," he said.

The brunette he had sold last entered the door. She still wore the white gown that touched her knees. He could see the outline of her naked tits beneath the flimsy material.

"You sent for me, sir?"

He never asked the brothers where they had kidnapped any particular woman. He knew that they were housewives, students, teachers, working women, women from all walks of life. They all began the same way, with proud and angry looks and a stiff neck. But the brothers soon tamed them down and taught them manners.

"I sold you this afternoon," he told the girl. "Yes sir," she said, lowering her head.

"I want you to make me proud of you. Make your new master happy."

He saw just the hint of pride jump to her eyes. "If you don't," he said. "I'll give you back to the Cross brothers. They'll have to retrain you."

The pride was replaced by fear. A deep, sickening fear that was apparent in her eyes and the way her entire body began to tremble.

"I'll be good," she promised. "I couldn't stand going back there."

"You have bad memories of the purple room?" he asked.

"Yes sir," she said.

"What did they do to you that you should fear it so much."

"They beat me and starved me."

"What else?"

"They made me love them."

"They fucked you, you mean?"

"Yes."

"Just the two brothers fucked you?"

"No," she admitted.

"Who else?"

He could tell the memories were painful for her, but he wanted to make her remember. He wanted to put it into her mind that she could go back there if she didn't please her new master.

"Who else fucked you, woman?" he questioned again, this time in a command.

"Everybody," she said. "Anybody they brought there. They brought many men there and commanded me to fuck them."

"And when did you start to enjoy it?"

She lowered her eyes at his direct stare. She remembered, in a hazy sort of way, that only a few months before she had been a student at the junior college. She had been a virgin. She had always told her boyfriends that she was saving it for her husband. She had never realized that she was saving it for Donald Cross.

She remembered very little of her abduction. She remembered that she had been walking back from school when the car had pulled up beside her. At first, she had thought it was just college boys flirting, but before she realized what was happening, she had been dragged into the car.

What followed was a nightmare. She was taken to a house in the woods and left there. They chained her to the floor, after tearing all her clothes off her, and left her that way for two days. When Donald and Adam Cross returned, she was cold and thirsty and she had to go to the bathroom.

They allowed her to enter the bathroom but they did not give her anything to drink, or feed her.

She remembered Adam Cross' deep voice. "Anything you get around here, you're going to have to work for."

"Work?" she questioned him. "What do I have to do?"

"What you were built for," he said. "What a woman was put here for."

She realized what he meant with an inner shudder. "No," she protested. "I can't do anything like that."

"Then you'll starve," he said. "Because the only food you'll get will be on a working basis."

She couldn't believe he meant it, but he left her there for another day. When he returned she was nearly crazy with thirst. She had believed he was going to let her die. She had given into death. She wanted it to happen.

"Well?" he asked when he returned.

"No," she said. "I'll die first."

"Have it your way," he said disgustedly.

This time he left her a little water and food. The water wasn't enough to quench her thirst and the food not enough to appease her hunger. But it kept her alive, which was what he wanted.

She had no idea what time it was. She never knew if it was day or night. All she knew were the confines of her purple room. The company she had was when Donald or Adam brought food to her.

She found herself looking forward to their visits. Any company to keep her from going completely out of her mind.

One afternoon Donald seemed exceptionally angry. "You won't work for your food," he said. "So you're driving us broke. Well, I'm going to get satisfaction out of you."

She thought he was going to rape her and she prepared herself for it. But what followed may have been even worse than rape. First he explored her body. He fondled and kissed every part of her. He put his tongue into places where she thought it nasty. He rubbed and pinched her while he talked to her in a soft voice.

Then he began to pinch harder. It began to hurt and she tried to get away but he followed her.

"Oh Christ," she begged. "Please stop!"

But he didn't stop. He continued pinching until her body was a mass of blue welts. Finally he stopped pinching and he took off his belt. He wrapped it around his hand and left a little of the leather tip swinging freely. He brushed it across her body in what was almost a caressing manner. But then the caresses grew harder and the leather began to irritate her skin. There was something on his belt. Something that stung her!

A brutal pain shot up her elbow. She looked down and saw a red streak of blood. The leather was cutting her.

"Such a pretty thing," he said. "We can't scar your face. Don't want to damage the merchandise."

"Oh God," she said. "Please stop. Please don't hurt me any more."

His eyes were wicked as he began to swing the belt harder and harder until there were bloody red streaks all up and down her back and arms.

"It won't scar," he said proudly. "I'm good at this. In a few days nobody could tell what was done. But it hurts, doesn't it? It sure does hurt."

"Oh yes!" she said. "Oh God, it hurts!"

Finally he was done with her. He left her crying and bleeding on the floor. Again she didn't know how much time passed. It became a regular thing with him. Sometimes he would beat her. Sometimes he would pinch and bite her, and always he caused pain.

Sometimes Adam came and watched and laughed while Donald was hurting her.

Finally she could bear no more.

"Please," she said, the next time they came. "Don't hurt me any more. I'll do whatever you want. I'll work for my food. But please don't hurt me."

"Okay," Adam said gently. "It's time you earned your keep. Donald?"

She looked up at the brutal-looking Donald leering at her.

"I'm going to love you, little sweetheart," Donald said. "I asked for you special."