So not my captor. Another trainer but one far more malicious than mine. The man called Marcel grins again and I want to hide under the blanket like Star did earlier.
“They are going to give us a demonstration in obedience as Star here has learned her lesson well.”
Bile rises in my throat. I don’t want to see this. I don’t want to witness this girl’s broken submission. Marcel steps in front of her. Close enough that the tips of his boots touch her knees.
“Stand,” he commands.
Star smiles. She smiles. Not a hesitant smile. Not strained or false. She stands, uttering the words, “Yes, Master.”
Marcel is face to face with her. His breath spreading over her like a fog, but she doesn’t move, she doesn’t flinch, she simply stands with her hands still looped behind her back, open and exposed to him.
Without warning, Marcel grips her chin with one hand and shoves the other into her mouth. She gags as his fingers hit the back of her throat and Marcel turns to my captor, a sinister grin crossing his face as he pushes his fingers deeper, causing her to convulse.
But not once does she take a step back. She doesn’t twist her head. She doesn’t bite his fingers. Those pale blue eyes fill with tears, but they remain steady on him, awaiting his command. Slowly he pulls his hand back, mushing his fingers over her lips and leaving trails of saliva dripping down her chin.
“On your hands and knees.” The commands are said quietly with no anger, no hesitation. Her obedience is expected.
“Yes, Master.” She drops instantly, turning to offer him her backside.
I want to cover my eyes. I want to hide under the bed. Anything but watch him treat her like this.
Marcel fumbles with the buckle of his belt, removing the dark leather from around his waist. The girl presses her head to the ground, tilted to the side so I can see her face, her backside jutting into the air. She knows what is coming and yet she doesn’t try to escape. Her body doesn’t tense. She does not brace herself.
Marcel lifts the belt and brings it down across her backside. She blinks and bites her bottom lip. He does it again. And again. And again. Tears roll down her cheeks and mine.
“Please stop,” I whimper as a line of blood appears.
Her eyes widen and lock on mine. She shakes her head but the movement is so slight, I wonder if I imagined it.
“Crawl.” His voice is heightened now. His body has come alive, moving and jerking excitedly, eyes dancing between Star, my captor, and me. It’s almost as though he’s looking for approval in my captor’s eyes. But he doesn’t get it. The turbulence of emotion is there behind the ocean-blue, but it’s hard to decipher. It’s as though his emotions are in a language separate from mine.
“Yes, Master.” She crawls around the room like a dog on a leash, looking to her master for approval, for acceptance. Stopping at his feet, she awaits his command. He nudges her knees with the tip of his boot.
“Open your legs.”
“Yes, Master.” And she spreads her knees.
Marcel crouches so he is eye-level with the girl. He palms her breast and flicks his thumb over her nipple causing it to bead to a peak. He leans forward even further so his mouth is at her ear. “Play with yourself.”
There is no shame, no delay as her hand drops. “Yes, Master.”
I close my eyes. I can’t watch anymore.
“Watch,” my captor says.
I keep them closed, bracing myself for punishment that doesn’t come. Instead, I feel his closeness as he leans over me, his lips brushing my ear just like Marcel’s did to Star.
“Watch,” he hisses.
When I don’t open my eyes at his request, a slap sounds but it is without pain. My eyes unwillingly snap open and I see the red welt across Star’s face even as she keeps rubbing circles over herself. Marcel’s eyes are glued to her as his hand reaches to adjust his erection.
“Open your mouth.”
“Yes, Master.”
The sound of a zipper. And then he pulls himself out. His cock is large and hard. Thick veins snake their way down its length. He cups her chin as she waits expectantly for him, mouth open.
“Enough,” my captor says.