Page 12 of Whispered Promises
Whispers
Venom returned a short time later. He was leading twelve young women and men with him. They were all dressed in the same see-through covers Brie had been wearing.
Holloway smiled broadly, telling his guests, “As promised, the main course has arrived. Feel free to partake and enjoy. They live to please.”
Brie felt sick. Venom grabbed her arm and ordered her to follow. She went without protest, not wanting to give the man any excuse to punish Mary further. On her way out of the large room, she noticed Darius watching her intently.
The weight of his gaze felt like another violation. Instead of cowering under it, she walked past him staring straight ahead and pretended he didn’t exist. She would never allow Darius to have another piece of her soul.
Venom didn’t speak as he led her back to the basement, but it was obvious by his countenance that he was still riding the high of Mary’s brutal punishment. The man wasn’t a sadist by any stretch of the imagination. He fed off the pain of others like a leech, offering nothing in return.
As they walked down the hallway, Brie wondered if there were other slaves behind the doors they passed. Until tonight, she’d never imagined there were others locked in this dungeon.
We are here, Sir!She cried out silently, hoping he could sense her. The desperate thought echoed in her head, There are so many of us depending on you…
Venom directed Brie into the room and pointed at the cage. As she made her way to it, he glowered at her. “You are less than nothing. You have no voice. If you forget that again, I will personally burn a hole in your tongue to remind you.”
Brie shuddered as he shut the cage door and locked it.
After he turned off the light, Venom added, “You exist only to please, in whatever shape or form he decides. Even if it means your death.”
Brie whimpered while she listened to his boots echoing down the hallway. She thought back to Mary and her stomach twisted into painful knots. Brie replayed every lash that Mary had suffered, reliving the horrifying sound as the studded tails tore at her back.
How could her friend ever forgive her when every lash was directly linked to something Brie did or failed to do?
She felt overwhelmed by Mary’s suffering, but was too dehydrated for a single tear to fall.
Brie could feel her body getting weaker and was unsure how long she could survive like this. Lying on the cement floor, she thought of Rytsar locked in the cell in Siberia. He had survived, despite impossible odds.
I need your strength, Rytsar!she cried silently.
After not sleeping since her arrival, Brie eventually fell into a blessedly deep but troubled sleep.
She laughed with joy, finding herself alone in a vast field of flowers. She soaked in the warmth of the sun under an impossibly blue sky. It was glorious!
Brie had never felt so at peace. Her soul drank up the rays of the sun, as a slight breeze teased her skin. Desperate for more, Brie shimmied out of her sundress and laid it beside her.
Smiling up at the sky, she watched a playful cloud slowly float across the wide expanse of blue. Wanting to feel more of the sun’s warmth, Brie undid her bra and slipped off the straps, exposing her breasts to the sunlight.
Greedy for warmth, she eventually pulled off her lace panties and lay back amongst the wildflowers, a smile of contentment on her face. This was pure heaven…
Reacting to the light breeze, her nipples hardened. Looking around to make sure she was alone, Brie reached over to graze her nipple with her fingers. She moaned lightly, delighted by the tiny bolts of electricity that traveled straight to her groin.
It was so pleasurable that she soon began playing with both nipples. She lightly rolled them between her fingers before pulling on them teasingly. She imagined it was Sir’s talented touch.
The gentle play made her pussy increasingly wet.
Responding to that need, Brie slipped one hand between her legs.
She leisurely swirled her fingers around her clit, her natural juices making it pleasantly slippery. Brie continued to play with one nipple while she teased her pussy mercilessly.
As if on cue, Sir settled down between her legs to lap up her excitement. “So good…” he murmured just before he began teasing her clit with his tongue.
Brie placed a hand on his head, moaning in delight.
“You like that?” he growled huskily.
“I do, Sir…”
