Page 3 of Encircled in Darkness
Chapter 1
Amaya
One Year Later
Icould feel someonewatching me as I locked my front door and slid the keys into my small clutch. The nagging feeling had started a few months after I moved in and had only grown with intensity over the last six months. I discreetly looked at the houses closest to mine and saw no one peeking,that I knew of.This was a quiet block at the end of an older neighborhood, and everyone kept to themselves. The houses weren’t special, but they were well kept. I was lucky to get into this house, and the price was almost too good to be true. I took pride in maintaining my small two-bedroom home.
I had used some money from myinterviewto move in, and it was the first real home I had ever had. I hated that she couldn’t be here with me and I promised myself I would make our dreams come true, no matter what. Shaking off the depressing thoughts of how truly alone I was in the world, I waited for the car service to arrive.
My usual driver pulled into the driveway to deliver me to the house in Lincolnville. I had grown used to the long drive twice a month, and after the first weekend, he always sent a car for me. I couldn’t walk properly, let alone drive after he had shown off his new pet to his friends. At least I could recover mentally and physically on the drive home, instead of beating myself up and judging my decisions viciously.
A shiver worked its way down my spine as I remembered every moment in their company from that first night. There were other women there like me, but they seemed trained and reserved, and stayed at the edges of the room, allowing the men to inspect me. I knew I was out of my element and in over my head when Victor, my savior and my tormentor, instructed me to remove my department store dress and stand in the middle of the men completely naked with my legs spread.
I thought they would just look until the first hand glided across my skin. Soon the five pairs of hands touched, pinched, caressed, and rubbed every inch of my skin. My pussy grew shamelessly wet and that brought a raucous laughter to the group, as they used my arousal to shame me.
“I told you she was a whore.” Victor taunted from his comfortable seat across the room, and I felt my skin grow flush. Trying to hide my face by looking down, my head was tugged back by one of the men.
“Let’s break her in the right way. On your knees, whore.” He commanded and the group let out another taunting laugh, knowing what they were about to put me through.
I fell to my knees and a woman against the wall caught my eyes. She inhaled deeply and nodded slightly as the circle closed in around me. For the next three hours, I sucked, fucked, and was generally used by all five men. Victor watched every degrading moment, a sinister smile on his face as each man took their pleasure from my body repeatedly. The women helped clean me up when the men finally retreated to the other room for cigars and brandy, offering silent approval as I limped out to my car, fighting back the tears that threatened to break free.
The money I earned was gone a little less than a month later and the following day, my next set of instructions arrived from Greg via e-mail. This time, they gave me an itinerary for the evening with the same promised payout. It was enough to pay her bills and keep a roof over my head. Finding a job that was willing to work around my confusing schedule was harder than I thought for a community college dropout. I was forced to take small jobs online, editing high school papers, all the while, dreaming of the life I wanted, instead of the life I had.
I hated being gone from Pierce Bluff, but Lincolnville was only two hours away and I was never gone overnight. Being in Pierce Bluff meant I was closer to her, and that was the most important thing. That night was almost a year ago, and I was still as broke as the day I agreed to all of this. Shaking my head, I focused on what I could control and pushed away what I’d done to ensure she was taken care of, just like she would do for me if the roles were reversed.
The car pulled up to the home and I checked my makeup one last time in my mirror before the door opened. The whore reflected back disgusted me. I snapped the compact closed and blew out a breath as the door opened. Taking the driver’s offered hand, I left the vehicle and began my walk up the tall stairs leading to the front door of the mansion.
The black dress hugged my figure and the tall heels killed my feet as I climbed the stairs. Long gone was the cheap dresses, replaced so I looked the part he wanted me to portray. I felt the familiar nausea begin and I swallowed it down, hoping one day, I wouldn’t have to do this, have to behere, anymore.
Knocking on the door, I ran my hand down the front of my black fitted dress, smoothing out the wrinkles. The door opened and Greg was standing on the other side with a sick sneer on his face. I felt my stomach drop to my feet as I stepped past him and he grabbed my arm, pulling me against his pudgy body.
“It’s about time for us to be alone again, don’t you think?” He taunted, grinding his pathetic dick into my ass while the smell of bourbon surrounded me.
He wasn’t usually at Victor’s parties, but Greg liked to remind me who had the power every time he saw me. Three times I’d submitted to him and each time, I was given a way out. It was the same with Victor, but the safe word would end it all. If I used it, I not only forfeited the payment, but I would also terminate my contract. Greg loved to push his own agenda, knowing I wouldn’t turn him down out of fear of reprisal.
Needing every penny, I’d never even considered using the words. Hoping to ingrain myself after hearing stories of his previous pets, I started to address Victor as Sir, making him beam with pride in front of his friends and business associates. I hadn’t seen the women at the parties I attended with Victor over the last few months. Occasionally,professionalswere brought in to entertain, but it was mostly me as the sole woman in a room full of wealthy men.
I was the center of attention and as desired as that made me feel; I knew it was a fantasy. The women who used to attend would tell stories about being cherished during their time with the men. I wanted nothing more than to be cherished, but as long as I was in this deal with him, I was nothing more than a warm body. I didn’t belong in their world, and Victor liked to remind me that I was nothing more than his personal whore. He was right, but that didn’t make the words sting any less.
Greg squeezed my breast painfully before he released me and walked into the expansive house, his drunken swagger causing him to bump into a table. Following him, I heard laughter coming from the billiard room and took my subservient posture as I entered. My eyes glanced at the half a dozen men standing around the room, and all their eyes turned toward me. Seeing Victor talking to a man near the window, I politely made my way across the room and assumed the position on my knees at his feet.
He reached over and stroked my hair as he spoke with a man who I had seen a few times at the parties thrown by Victor. Having been around every man in the room except for him, I wondered who he was and what he would expect of me. He was handsome and distinguished, unlike most of the men here. The men here were the makers of money. This man seemed like the keeper of power, and his hypnotic green eyes watched me with fascination. I brought my gaze down to the floor, embarrassed that he had to see me here.Like this.
I hadn’t been embarrassed since the first time they instructed me to go down on a woman - until she came. I had never been with a woman before and I didn’t want to do something wrong. Victor pushed my face into her pussy, and I worked her until she spasmed and squirted into my mouth. The men cheered and it had shocked me that I’d done it, feeling self-conscious as I moved to the next, then the next, then the next.
“Isn’t she lovely?” Victor’s question to the man caught me off guard. Rarely did he praise me, choosing to belittle me and degrade me for my perceived mistakes.
“She’s exquisite. How long have you had her?” the man asked, his soft kissable lips framed by a well-kept beard.
“Almost a year now. It’s time to renegotiate her contract and that’s why I called you all here tonight. I’m going to be overseas for a few months starting next week and I want someone to pet sit for me while I’m away.”
I glanced up and saw the man’s jaw tick briefly before he chuckled and took a sip of the amber liquid in the crystal tumbler he was clutching. I felt fear overtake me at the realization that Victor wouldn’t be here. I needed the money and wasn’t sure if any of the men here could afford the amount he had paid me,the amount I needed.
