Chapter 26 of Professional//Victim - Masterlist Here
Tommy faces a new challenge while he tries to prove his obedience, biding his time before he can take a calculated risk.
Well, it is what it says on the tin. "The nightmare threesome", as an anon put it, is here.
Content warning: Explicit noncon whump, captive whumpee, intimate whumpers, "willing" whumpee, noncon body modification, medical whump, dehumanization
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Last night before the client.
At least the hotel was nice. The bathroom was big, with a long counter and a long mirror to match. All black and white, with a big round bathtub of white tiles.
Tommy had one wrist cuffed to the safety railing, curled up in the dry tub with a towel for a blanket. After sleeping in the car, he was awake now, memorizing the bathroom to pass the time until Caius shut the lights off.
He was trying not to think too much about seeing Dae-Ho tomorrow. Caius had said he didn’t want to hurt him, but that wasn’t always a good thing. The ones who just wanted pain were straight forwards. Go in knowing it’s going to hurt, endure whatever torture they had in mind until their time was up. It was awful, but he could scream and beg and struggle. It never went anywhere, but at least he didn’t have to be very complicit in what was happening.
The ones who weren’t hiring to hurt him were more complicated. There was always a reason as to why he was hired, instead of using a less expensive sex worker or even a willing participant. Even if they didn’t want him to struggle, they liked to know he didn’t want to be there. They paid extra for someone who couldn’t run away.
Tommy was also nervous about the paralysis. They wanted him unable to fight, but still conscious, caged inside of his body. If they didn’t want to fuck up his body, it just meant they wanted to fuck up his brain.
He could hear Caius and Sam talking in the room through the wall, their voices muffled. He could pick out words here and there, but the nice hotels had thicker walls. It sounded like they were arguing. Not uncommon for them. They’d actually gotten along better than Tommy had expected so far, but he had been shoved in the trunk or doped unconscious a lot of the time. Caius hitting Sam back at the lab had seemed to subdue him for a while, more hesitant to draw Caius’s ire by disagreeing. They weren’t screaming at each other, at least. They often bitched about each other to Tommy, and it could go that way for either of them still tonight. Tommy hoped not - there wasn't much more room in the tub.
At least it would pass the time.
Sixteen tiles per one ring around the bathtub. Sam arguing, something about needs. Eight tiles across the floor in the widest part of the tub, but they were smaller than the ones making up the sides. Voices cooling down now, Caius explaining something. Six lights above the mirror. Either four or five washcloths folded in a stack, it was hard to tell from his viewpoint in the tub. He was squinting to try to count the little openings in the shower head when Caius entered.
He shut the door behind him, and Tommy sat up as best he could, smoothing the towel over his legs. He wasn’t sure if he should ask if things were okay, so he waited for Caius to start. He hovered by the door, just looking Tommy over, seeming to think for a long moment.
“I don’t like how you and Sam haven’t been getting along.”
Ah, fuck.
Tommy drew his knees up defensively, wrapping his free hand around himself tightly. Instead of eye contact, he looked down at his feet. They were sticking out a little from under the towel. Hotel towels were always too small. And scratchy. Probably from being bleached to hell and back every day or two. They should just make them black. Caius stalked closer, sitting down on the edge of the tub. His presence there felt like a wall, trapping Tommy in the little bathtub alcove like - what was it? The Cask of Amonti-
Caius grabbed his arm just above the cuff, squeezing.
“Come back to me, Tommy. I can see you drifting.”
Tommy’s stomach sank. Wasn’t keeping him enough? But Caius demanded attention.
Caius always gets what he wants.
He looked up at him slowly, scared. Caius squeezed his arm, his touch an unwelcome anchor.
“I want you to show Sam how sorry you are about the way things have been between you. I expect you to keep very strictly to your new dedication to participate. Do you understand?”
Tommy nodded, unable to raise his gaze higher than Caius’s chest.
“Say it. Say, ‘Yes, Caius.’”
“Yes, Caius,” Tommy echoed hollowly. Caius reached over, touching his cheek.
“I’m going to put you to good use. You’ve been quite well behaved….and for that, I might consider a reward. Give us a good show.”
Tommy nodded absently. Caius pressed two fingers to the palm of his cuffed hand, tracing them down past the tips of his fingers, returning to thread his own in. He held Tommy’s bound hand, squeezing it gently. A silent offering of comfort, however brief. A check in - Will you do this for me?
Tommy squeezed back - Okay.
He was unlocked and led into the room. Sam was sitting up in bed, and he looked at them curiously.
“Take your clothes off.”
Sam looked up at Caius, his eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. When Caius didn’t relent, Sam slid off the bed to stand up, and began to undress. Caius touched the back of Tommy’s neck below his collar, slipping a finger under the back of his shirt. Off. Tommy pulled his shirt off, folding his arms around his stomach self consciously.
Sam was less self conscious, shucking his clothes to the side. His body was lithe, shaped by wiry muscle. His nipples were pierced, little silver barbells decorating them. Sam’s hardening cock was pierced too, with a thick silver ring through the tip. Maybe Caius had forced it, possessive as he was over his boyfriend’s body. Sam didn't seem bothered now though, eyeing Tommy hungrily. “So…how is this going to work?”
Caius led Tommy over to join him on the side of the bed. He felt a quick tug to his collar, a light pull down. He kneeled at Caius’s feet, settling back on his legs. Caius snapped his fingers in front of his belt, and Tommy reached up to gently work undo the buckle.
“Sam here has needs I cannot fulfill. See, he wants fuck me…”
Tommy pulled Caius’s belt through the straps, folding it gently to rest on his lap. His hands only trembled slightly when he undid his button, when he slid the zipper down, when he reached up to take Caius’s hips in his hands and massaged his thumbs into the shallow divots there. It was easier when he resigned himself to it. He didn’t want to, his unease heating his cheeks and prickling at the back of his neck. The dread of Sam using him stoked a hatred already desperate to spill over.
Choke. It. Down.
He leaned in, slowly in case Caius wanted to stop him. He nuzzled his face into his groin, pressing reverent kisses up his hardening length through his slacks. A hand made its way into his hair, pulling him closer and holding him there. Tommy rubbed his cheek against him, nudged his nose in, feathered kisses where he could reach. Gently, carefully, so as not to disturb the grip in his curls.
“You’re a part of me now, Tommy. And he has my permission to fuck you.”
Caius beckoned Sam closer, pulling him in when he stepped into reach. With one hand on Tommy and the other cradling Sam’s face, he brought him to stand close with Tommy between, leaning in to kiss him. Sam’s hand settled over Caius’s, pushing Tommy’s head forward. Tommy was trapped between their bodies, just to be used as they made out above him.
Caius broke the kiss, and a soft tap to Tommy’s hand on his hip encouraged Tommy to slide his pants down his legs, helping him step out of them. Caius guided Sam to the bed, laying him down and kneeling over him. As they kissed, Caius held his hand out over the side of the bed and snapped. Tommy crawled the few feet, kneeling so Caius’s hand could reach him. As Caius pushed his tongue into Sam’s mouth, he pushed his fingers into Tommy’s.
Tommy took his fingers in his mouth like a cock, tears pricking in his eyes when they pressed into his throat. He wasn’t sure if he was being teased or prepared. Caius and Sam ground themselves against each other in slow rolls of their hips as they embraced. Caius dominated his mouth, his kiss hungry, ready to devour. When Tommy had slicked his fingers enough, Caius reached down between their bodies to start working Sam open. Tommy stared at the floor, flushed with shame. He wasn’t being included as a participant - he was being used as a sex aid.
He wasn’t jealous. He didn’t want that. He was…yes, no, he was sure. Totally sure. Even if he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt an intimate touch that wasn’t hurting him. Banish the thought. You don't even know why you’re thinking about it. Caius was right when he said you’ve got bugs for brains.
Sam’s moans were low, ragged as Caius fingered him open. When Caius decided he was ready, he sat up on his knees, discarding his shirt. He stepped out of his boxers off of the bed, instead making his way to the enormous armchair beside it. It was swathed in a soft, cushiony white blanket - leave it to Caius to protect the furniture.
He sat naked on his throne, flicking open a bottle of lube he’d stashed in the bedside drawer.
“Come.” He slicked his hand properly, warming it in his palm before he started working it onto his cock. Tommy moved to shuffle over, but it wasn’t his command. Sam joined him, letting Caius back between his legs to work lube into him. Tommy averted his gaze again as they tangled.
When Caius snapped his fingers again, Tommy had to obey. Caius had situated Sam in his lap, impaled on his cock. He was faced away though, his back to Caius’s chest. Tommy kneeled between Sam’s legs. He could feel their excitement, their desire. Frantic from Sam, slower from Caius. Caius never felt the need to rush. It helped calm Tommy somehow, felt through the magnetic connection between them. His heartbeat slowed. He waited for his purpose.
Caius reached out a hand to him, while his other lazily worked up and down Sam’s cock. Tommy hadn’t seen his doctor naked before. It felt almost as strange as seeing his primary physician back home suddenly appear in a porno. He leaned in until Caius could reach his hair, and he took a handful tight to Tommy’s scalp. He gave Sam a last stroke and held him at the base, positioning him while he drew Tommy’s face in.
This is a fight you can’t win. Shove the feeling down, it’s - it’s not a big deal, it’s fine, it’s fine. It’s fine. This is - this is a good thing, actually, a chance for one more performance before you ruin it all tomorrow.
It didn’t feel good. It felt like giving in. Like welcoming the violation of the last pitiful shred of himself that he had left. To willingly offer to be fucked and debased by the man that gleefully stripped him of his identity. Tommy remembered Sam showing his new naked body to himself in the mirror for the first time since he’d been taken - the strange golem he was in that frame. A corpse stripped of everything that made him himself. The tattoos lasered off, the piercings removed, the agonizing extraction of the soft fur down his body – an intimate debasement into a perversion of his boyhood self.
His cock was exposed, diminished now by the forceful circumcision he’d endured awake, helpless to watch his most private part be cut down to size. Slit with precision to remove sensitivity, Sam’s even voice narrating exactly what he was inflicting as he worked. After every intimate part of him had been crudely reshaped and scrubbed until raw, he remained altered with a horrific permanence. The Tommy that existed within that mirror’s frame was so pale, so bruised, so alien, so completely corrupted with their desires. In that moment, it had clicked - that he would be a depraved phantom of his former self irrevocably now. Whatever was left of him was chained to the hand of his master, by the locked collar around his throat marking him as owned.
Sam carved him into the painful shape of Caius’s design.
Tommy lapped at the head of his cock, gently taking him in his mouth as Caius pushed him in. Sam’s piercing clicked against his teeth. He couldn’t move his head at all with the fist in his hair, but he suckled what Caius allowed, flicking the ring piercing with the tip of his tongue to make Sam groan. Slowly, with a gentle rhythm, Caius started to work Tommy’s head up and down, taking a little more in with each bob. With one final slow pull of his hair, he forced Sam’s cock into Tommy’s throat and held him there, his lips wrapped around the base. Tommy closed his eyes, his shame unbearable.
Sam was panting as Caius worked him into Tommy, using his throat like a fleshlight on his boyfriend. Caius’s arms around him gently trapped Sam’s hands by his sides, carefully controlling his stimulation. Buried inside Sam, Cauis could feel him tightening around his own cock with pleasure. With his hand on Tommy, he worked Sam in and out of his waiting mouth, watching Tommy’s eyes water when he fucked him deep down his throat.
When he tugged his hair back, pushing him off of Sam’s cock, Tommy nursed the tip of his cock with his tongue. That made Sam twitch and whine. When Caius pushed Sam in as deep as he could go, Tommy would take just a moment to adjust before swallowing around Sam’s cock, milking him with his throat. Sam was reaping the benefits of many harsh months of training for Tommy, teaching him to be a talented cocksucker for him. His legs were shaking, only forcing Caius’s cock deeper in when he writhed in pleasure on his lap.
Caius forced Tommy to pull back, soft licks teasing under the head of Sam’s cock, and slowly started to build up again. Adjusting the speed, slowly working him back in deeper into Tommy over slow bobs of his head. When Sam started getting close, he’d slow again, starting them over from the beginning. He was whining in a way Caius had never heard before, trapped in a hellish cycle of being edged by a well-trained mouth.
Caius finally pulled Tommy’s head away, and Sam’s hard cock twitched deliciously in front of his face. Tommy’s lips were pink and swollen from having his mouth fucked, his eyes had grown hazy. There were little tears trapped in his eyelashes, teartracks smeared down the corners of his eyes past his jaw.
“I have a game I’d like you two to play.”
Tommy swallowed while he could, his throat already sore from the rough treatment. He gasped for his breath back, but his head was tilted back a little and kept in place. He had a sinking feeling he wouldn’t like Caius’s game.
Sam was already looking overwhelmed, his face pinked as he panted for breath as well. Caius looked unbothered, only a slight flush to his cheeks giving him away.
“A fucking game? Really?” Sam scoffed, exasperated, but his wide eyes sought Caius's over his shoulder.
“A game, yes. The winner gets a special reward – but the loser gets a punishment.” Tommy’s stomach dropped. Leave it to Caius to always throw a wrench in. If they just wanted to use him, he could handle that, but a game would be trickier. Since this was supposed to be part of his apology to Sam, he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to win or not, if he even could.
He definitely was not keen on earning another punishment, though.
Sam whined, but a few thrusts from Caius dazed him back into compliance.
“Sam…your goal is to last as long as possible. Do not cum until I say so. If you can last five minutes, you win.” Sam groaned in frustration, but his cock twitched with excitement. It jutted out hard and heavy in front of Tommy’s face.
“Tommy?”
He looked up, managing to meet Caius’s lustful gaze.
“Make him cum.”
Five minutes. There was no reason to believe Caius or Sam would play fair, of course, but there was a chance. If Caius told him to make Sam cum, then Tommy would do just as he said.
Caius adjusted them, shifting down closer to the edge of the chair for Tommy's easy access. Caius pushed his hands underneath Sam’s knees to hold his thighs open. A watery drip of precum oozed down the ring through the head of his cock.
“Alright you two…time’s ticking.”
Sam was looking down at Tommy, his expression nervous. Tommy batted his eyes at him, forcing a wanton expression as looked up at him through his eyelashes. He started with soft kitten licks to his opening, teasing the ring and lapping up the precum collecting there.
Sam looked down at the man kneeling between his legs. He’d never seen Tommy like this before, even if it had crossed his mind from time to time when he was working on him. Tommy spread kisses up and down his shaft, his eyelashes grazing the sensitive skin in his wake with butterfly kisses. The look Tommy gave him was so stunningly sweet, so innocent, as his soft kisses and laps turned to lazy mouthing along his length. He rubbed the soft skin of his cheek along it, worshipping his cock. Those jade eyes burned when they looked up at him, but his expression was hollow. They fluttered closed as he started to work him up more, making out with his cock as he tongued and sucked the head. When he gently tugged Sam’s piercing with his teeth, he almost lost his load immediately.
No. Five minutes. He could last five minutes. Fuck if Tommy wasn’t pulling out all the stops though. Sam was starting to see why Caius was so strict with him - and why he cost so much to rent. If Sam kept Tommy in his basement, when he could suck cock like this? - well, he might never get anything done ever again.
Tommy started out slow, but he was working him up quickly. Teasing him with flashes of those wide eyes, fringed with long dark eyelashes that he batted shamelessly. Caius was so thick, filling him up, pressing on his prostate. He throbbed inside of him even without moving, and Sam was caught between wanting to thrust into Tommy’s mouth and pushing back to ride Caius’s cock. His hands were still held out of the way by Caius though, letting Tommy work unhindered.
Tommy was taking him deeper now, sucking him in earnest. He would take him shallowly, gently, then faster, teasing him by bumping the head of his cock against the back of his throat. He shuffled forwards on his knees to force his head down, pushing his cock into his throat. Caius holding Sam’s legs open like this made him feel unbearably vulnerable, unable to escape the ministrations of the cocksucker working him. Tommy forced him through the tight ring of his throat over and over again, fucking his cock with his mouth pressingly. Sam’s thighs were trembling and his toes curled, trying to fight the urgent need to cum boiling to a fever pitch inside him. He could feel his balls pulling up, desperate to unload into Tommy’s welcoming mouth. He certainly didn’t feel like he was topping, but he shouldn’t be surprised – it wasn’t unlike Caius to play a dirty trick like this. He had a hard time feeling mad about it for the moment.
Caius’s hands let go of him, snaking up his body instead to play with his nipples. Sam writhed at that, as if it wasn’t agonizing enough already to stay back on the edge of cumming his brains out. Deft fingers pinched and tugged him, rolling the piercings between the pads of his fingers. Every ministration went right to his cock. Oh, fuck.
Caius nibbled his neck lightly, kissing the crook there.
“Uh oh…looks like you’re a loser, baby.” His voice was teasing, playful, but all the sensation was overloading Sam’s brain. He groaned deliriously, shuddering as he was wound unbearably tight.
One of Caius’s hands disappeared to bury itself in Tommy’s hair again, and he forced his head down over and over to brutally fuck his throat. Sam came so hard he felt like he was going to pass out, his moans embarrassingly loud as all the cum was mercilessly milked from him. Caius forced Tommy’s head down all the way, holding him there as Sam pumped his load down his throat.
“Swallow it, swallow your reward,” Caius hissed, and if Sam hadn’t already cum, that would have sent him over the edge for sure.
Tommy’s eyes snapped open as he was fed Sam’s cum, and his mask slipped. Sam could see the anger there, his fury suddenly blatant on his face. Tommy glared up at him with a hatred so intense it scared him, and Sam remembered then that it was Tommy who had shot his client. Tommy who had turned without a fraction of hesitation to murder Caius there and then, a memory that haunted his partner’s dreams since. If fate was any kinder and the gun hadn’t jammed, Sam would have lost everything.
He broke out of Caius’s soft restraint and shoved Tommy away, sending him reeling onto his back on the hotel floor. The impact shocked him out of it, and the look he returned when he pulled himself back up was wide and scared. Sam huffed, the sudden terror fading. Caius’s hands rubbed his shoulders, before moving down and touching his chest gently.
“Aw, are we a little overstimulated now? It’s alright, Tommy didn’t mean any harm.”
Sam wasn’t so sure. A vision of Tommy’s teeth rending his flesh played through his head. He sat back against Caius’s chest, and he was immediately comforted with kisses up the side of his neck.
“What’s my punishment?” Sam asked breathlessly, his eyes still on Tommy. Caius chuckled, laving his tongue up the side of his throat.
“Oh, my dear, I could never punish you.”
Tommy’s brow furled for a moment before he could help it. His gaze dropped to the floor, defeated.
“Could you lock Tommy back up?”
There was a brief pause, but Caius pressed a chaste kiss to the back of his neck.
“Of course, dear.”
They had a bit of untangling to do to extricate themselves from the chair, but Caius led Tommy back to the bathroom, and Sam could hear the handcuffs being locked back on. He could hear a low murmuring, but he couldn’t make out what Caius said to Tommy, and then Caius returned alone.
“Are you alright?” he asked, leaning over the chair to cup Sam’s face in his hand. He suddenly felt guilty for ordering Tommy away after Caius’s amazing gift, and he turned his face to press a kiss to his palm.
“I’m more than alright. In fact…how about you let me show you exactly how good I am?”
Caius grinned back. Their bodies intertwined again on the bed, the heat between them quickly returning. They had their differences, but Sam couldn’t truly complain about the sex, it was always electric. He might bitch about wanting to top sometimes, but if Caius was willing to make Tommy give it up, it opened an entire new avenue of pleasure for him.
They kissed passionately, and Sam could feel Caius hard against his hip. He was similarly affected, already reinvigorated for a round two. His little aphrodisiac mix was doing him wonders. Caius paused briefly, kneeling between his legs and kissing down his chest before looking up again.
“Don’t mind Tommy too much, love. He’s perfectly harmless.”
Caius caught him under the thighs and pushed them up, folding his knees to his chest and holding him there while he positioned himself at his entrance. He leaned in, claiming Sam with a harsh bite where his neck met his shoulder. Sam grimaced, groaning before letting out a tense breath, surrendering.
“I know,” he told Caius, and his reply was accepted with a kiss. Sam leaned his head back, succumbing to pleasure as Caius pressed in. A hand returned to his cock, stroking him through the stretch.
i like forced transition but in a very pet way. i’m holding you down like a cat at the vet and giving you your shots. come back next week :) if you squirm enough i’ll even sedate you
A sweet moment between Rosa and Blanca is interrupted.
Because I can't let them have nice things.
[Pet Safety Masterpost] || Past
Content / warnings: BBU, forbidden love (f/f), implied noncon (m/f), a bit of violence, forced to watch.
"Shhh." Blanca presses her hand over Rosa's mouth. There's a sudden urgency in the nightly pet room, like a sudden draft between them. The sweet taste on Rosa's lips turns bitter, the warmth she's been chasing is engulfed by cold dread.
Quiet steps are echoing in the hallway outside. It's Master Cory's stride, quick and impatient. Blanca slides out from between Rosa's legs, out of Rosa's bed, perfectly soundless. Where she's been, only a cold emptiness remains.
"Blanca?" The door opens to Master Cory's shape, the light from the hallway a halo around his tousled hair, while both pets shift into a wobbly position one. "I heard a noise."
Rosa is pressing the bed sheet to her chest, hiding the traces of Blanca's caress she's sure are burning on her skin. Her owner's gaze only brushes over her, before it rests on Blanca. Blanca, who raises from her own bed graciously and confidently, steps in close in front of him. She takes one of his wrists with an intimacy that makes Rosa flinch. She'd never dare touch a person like that.
But Master Cory lets Blanca touch her, and he lets her move his hand, guide it between her legs, to a place that Rosa has known would never be hers alone. Her chest tightens anyway.
Master Cory bites his lip and takes in a sharp breath.
"I touched myself," Blanca murmurs. "I dreamt of you, Sir, and I couldn't help it. Was I loud?"
He slowly pulls back his hand, runs his slick fingers over Blanca's lips in a gesture that seems so familiar, it hurts. Rosa presses her lips together. The same taste still lingers on her own tongue.
"You're not allowed to do that, Blanca," he whispers hoarsely. "You know that. Your body belongs to me."
"I -" Blanca begins. Rosa sees it coming, before she does. Master Cory's eyes narrowing the slightest bit, the muscles in his shoulder tensing. His hand jerks back and slaps Blanca across the face, hard and cruel, sending her stumble to her knees.
"That's 'Yes, Sir', pet."
"Sir." At his feet, Blanca lowers her head. Her cheek is bright red. "Yes, Sir. Forgive me."
His hand grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her head back to face him. Rosa sees tears shimmer in the corners of her eyes. Blanca's pained smile, however, is still radiant.
Master Cory's grin isn't. It's terrifying. "Aren't you about to say that you love me?"
Blanca still tries, her eyes wide open, her gaze still flirting. Rosa curls up on herself under her blanket. Can't she see? Does she not want to see?
"I love you," Blanca whispers. "I do. You're everything to me."
Something clenches deep in the pit of Rosa's stomach at the softness in Blanca's voice, something hard and painful, wrong and forbidden.
"I know," he replies, as he pulls her up to her feet by the hair. He's not a tall man, but Blanca's petite shape looks painfully vulnerable in front of him. "I am. I'm your owner. I'm your fucking God."
His fist drives into her stomach, and the horrible dark knot in Rosa's heart is overwhelmed with something else. Instinctively, she presses her hands against her mouth. Never scream. Never complain. Never let yourself be noticed.
Blanca doesn't scream either. Her only sound is a mixture of a yelp and a sob, sickeningly sensual. "Tell me again," Cory hisses, his hand in her auburn the only thing keeping her upright. "Tell me how much you love me. And don't stop."
"I love you," Blanca struggles to say. "I love you so much, Sir. You're beautiful, and powerful, and I-"
Another punch leaves her wheeze for air.
"Please, Sir, I love-"
Another.
Rosa closes her eyes. The hand in front of her mouth still tastes like Blanca. She swallows a sob. It's okay, she tries to tell herself. It's what Blanca is made for. It's who she's made for. He's the owner. He knows best. He gets what he wants. Everything.
"I- 'ov- you," Blanca's voice is reduced to a rough stutter. "Si'. 'lease."
"Please, what?" Master Cory taunts her. "Please, use you as you're made for? You have no right to your own pleasure, stupid little whore. You're for *mine*."
"Please," she begs. "I... love you."
The bed on the other side of the room squeaks as something - someone - lands on the mattress. Then again, under a heavier weight.
"Keep going," Master Cory commands hoarsely. A belt is opened, rubs over textile as it's pulled from its loops.
"I -" A sharp smack echoes through the room.
Blanca does cry out now, for first the time.
Rosa bites on her fist.
"Go on," he says.
"I love you. I -"
It feels like an eternity. Rosa is used to eternities, she's always thought. Waiting, busying herself, standing at attention, always on edge, always ready. Hours. Days.
This one lasts longer.
It's twenty-seven minutes.
Of punches, of lashes, of flesh on flesh, of sobs and groans and moans, of weaker and weaker confessions of love.
Rosa only realizes it's over, when she hears her own name.
She snaps to attention.
Master Cory is standing between their beds, his penis still out, wiping himself off with Blanca's satin panty.
He crumples it up and tosses it to Rosa. "Clean up the mess," he says. "And air the room. It's fucking disgusting in here."
"Yes, Sir." Rosa's voice almost breaks.
Blanca's body on the on the other bed is barely moving. Even in the dim light, Rosa can see dark bruises forming on her pale skin.
"Not her," he says, following her gaze. "She gets to clean up herself. Remember her place."
Rosa nods.
"She's mine," he repeats, unprompted, and for a moment, Rosa is sure he knows. Then she realizes, he's still looking at Blanca, a hard line around his lips. He's not even thinking about Rosa any longer.
"Mine," Master Cory whispers, reassuring himself.
Then, he's gone.
A soft whimper sounds from Blanca's bed. Rosa dreads to turn around. Blanca's eyes are glazed over, her cheek swollen. "I... I love you," she whispers, an empty echo of the past hour.
Her eyes try to focus, dark gray searching for Rosa and a shaky smile forms on her bruised lips. "Rosa."
Rosa freezes, shakes her head.
She's a good pet. For both of them. She needs to be.
Without looking back, Rosa pushes the door open, heading for the linen closet. She has a job to do.
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