Page 22 of Broken Dreams

It’s another reason Bret hates me: He can’t always toss me to whatever alpha he wants to, but that’s his fault for providing his top clients with a roster of where we’ll be next. His need to accommodate them fucks with his ability to be petty.

Unfortunately, there’s no one here tonight that I know I guess, if he’s going through with this farce of a punishment.

Taking a deep breath, I walk out of the dressing room to see Bret still talking to Saxon. The large beta has a coil of rope in his hands, and he comes over to me to tightly tie my arms behind my back. While he’s doing that, Bret squats behind me to yank on the plug, forcing me to clench down on it. While it won’t go very far, it’s my body’s natural instinct to hold the “knot” inside of me.

Slapping my ass cheek like he would a horse, the asshole stands.

“Open,” he says, moving around me to show me a latex gag that’ll keep my mouth open and watering.

This is overkill, but I open my mouth obediently.

“I don’t get you,” he mutters, forcing it inside of my mouth. It makes me gag several times, the taste of latex disgusting.

My first owner had a thing for this before Bret bought me. He’d make me sit naked at his feet with my legs and ankles bound, and a gag in my mouth. I was fourteen fucking years old, but that’s part of why he bought me. It’s why Bret has to work very hard to faze me.

I’ve lived through some of the worst moments of my life already. Alpha Miles was a pedophile who waited until I presented at fifteen before he took my virginity. It was very calculated, and he taught my body to slick on demand.

It was harder back then, because I had nothing to think about that would get me aroused. Except the Kelly brothers. Even though I was still hurt by the last words we ever had together, I used their faces to help me get through everything Alpha Miles put me through.

I can’t think about that.Not when I’m being led through the club by Saxon, people already having arrived and standing all around. I have to box away the memories, or I’ll crumble under the weight of it.

It’ll have nothing to do with Bret, but he’ll think he broke me. I can’t accept that. It’s more than being a “hero” as Linus said. I can take anything Bret can dish out because he’s simply not inventive enough to break me.

Saxon leads me up the stairs before his meaty hand pushes my chest down on the spanking bench and straps my ankles into a spreader bar, so I’m bared to the audience behind me. I can hear the omegas cooing to the alphas in the room as they get to work, and Brett begins to talk with a microphone.

“We have a very naughty omega who has forgotten her place, so Saxon here will be reminding her of it. Ten strikes from the pretty cane across her ass and thighs for our enjoyment,” he says. “After that, I’ll open up the floor to anyone else who wants to spank her with a ruler, their hand, or a paddle. If anyone wants their dick sucked during that time, I’m sure she wouldn’t have an issue with it.”

“She’s not paid to have an issue,” an alpha yells.

Ha, we aren’t paid at all, dickwad. This must be amateur night, because the regulars know we’re sex slaves. Slick Dreams has a lot of people come through as Bret advertises the club, and they learn what we’re about if they watch for long enough.

I’ve always wondered how he’s able to always have a full house and how people find us. Bret doesn’t share that information with any of us, though. Why would he?

“Very true,” Bret says with a small chuckle. “Please feel free to enjoy yourselves. We’ll let the punishment go on for forty-five minutes before we move on.”

There’s no warning except the slight sound of air displacement before the cane hits my ass. Surprise makes my eyes widen as I feel the pain spread over me. My body shivers as I clamp down on the butt plug, and the muscles in my thighs tremble.

Every strike hurts more than the last, and I keep waiting for my body to go numb, but it never happens. Saxon is methodical about his strikes, ensuring it’s never in the same spot. He’s even managed to get my toes to rise from the force of his strikes, but not one sound emits from my vocal cords.

My fingers instead bury themselves into my palms, my eyes closed in pain as I count the number of strikes. Except, the asshole gives me an extra two. There’s something so fucked up about that, because I was counting so I’d know when it was supposed to end.

Instead, that tightly held belief that I could hold out and handle it quickly fizzled out with the extra two. I’m struggling to breathe as he tosses away the cane, gagging on the saliva I’ve produced because of the gag. Dropping my face down on the bench, I let myself drool so I won’t choke on it.

I have no pride by this point. I have the knowledge that I withstood Bret’s stupid power play, which means that everything after this is beyond his little game. I’m actually hoping someone will come up to have me suck their dick to give me something else to focus on.

How fucked up is that?

The light steps of a female walk up the steps. I know how evil women can be, so I lay still as I pant, my breaths harsh. Her cool fingers move over my skin, and I hold onto that feeling because it feels good.

“Someone was a bad girl,” she says softly. “Your skin is such a pretty shade of red. I wonder what it’ll look like once we’re done.”

Heavier steps walk up beside her, and she responds to him.

“Go get your dick sucked, darling, while I ask for a flogger,” she says.

Inwardly cursing to myself, I listen as she speaks to Saxon. I hate floggers. At least, the ones that Bret has because they have tassels on the end to make each flagellation extra stingy.

The other alpha moves around to my face, and I lift my head to look up at him. Unzipping his slacks, he pulls out his cock, looking down at me as he fists it. As expected, it is much easier to disassociate while sucking his cock, even when the female alpha begins to use the flogger on my back.

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