"After the Fall"
Part 9
by Rose and Beryll
Doms POV
The Boss laughs as my Master talks quietly to him. Whatever my Master is saying seems to please him and that terrifies me.
They approach where I am tied and I try to watch them without their noticing. I know I am not supposed the look at them but even after all these years my survival instinct is not completely gone. Though it is difficult to decide whether keeping them in my sights or not breaking their rules is more important to my survival.
It is not just my Master and The Boss gathered here today. There has been activity in camp all morning as I lay helpless in the half light.
My Master fed me last night and again this morning and as he approaches me and starts to untie my binds, pulling me too him I cannot help but wonder why once more.
My Masters body is harsh and his breath cold against my cheek.
“Inspiring my Pet, yes, very inspiring.” His voice is a whisper.
I can hear The Boss barking orders at the camp and we start moving forward, a group of about 7. I do not notice what the people around me say or what their orders where.
My Master has me tight against his side, his cold hands crawling over my body. I know we haven’t gone far but I do not notice where we walk.
His finger probes my entrance and I try not to cry out. Try not to stumble.
“He’s been using you too much Pet. You are mine. We are going to fix that though aren’t we sweets.”
I think the people around me are laughing but I’m not sure. The sounds of the world around us are dampened as though I am under water. My world is limited to his voice so close to my ear, his fingers on my body.
I am not sure how many days have passed since they sent my love, my light away. I have been trying to keep count as the dark turns pitch but in each passing hours my world has shrunk. I cannot now remember what a loving touch feels like. The black has taken even memory from me.
My Master comes to a halt and pulling me with him walks to The Boss.
“Give him here then Billy.”
My Master hands me over and I catch a glimpse of his face. He is a better actor than me. You cannot see that he does not wish to release me. Though I can feel it in his grip.
“Give me his hands”
Someone grabs my hands, pulling them tight behind me. The rope twisted around my wrists bites.
“I reckon this tree will work”
Someone gestures at a tree and I frown and The Boss nods.
“Shall be bloody him up some Johnny.”
Another slight nod and I fall to the ground, my nose bleeding. It is a slight wound in comparison to others I carry but it is a shock. The warm blood on my face unfitting for my cold reality.
“Get him up there.”
They begin to hall me towards the tree. The ground is harsh beneath me.
“Wait.”
The Boos speaks and they drop me. I lie still as he approaches rag in hand. Strong fingers grasp me and he ties the gag tight.
“Now get him up.”
The bark hurts my back and arms.
I have no idea what they are doing but I know better than to
move as they leave me in the tree and disappear into the thick woods surrounding
us.
I cannot bring myself to question to deeply why I am tied and bound, gagged
and in a tree, my Master, The Boss and his gang surrounding me in the shadows.
Uncomfortable, blood drying on my lip my thoughts slip to Hugh
in the passing hours and minutes.
A shadow appears, slipping between the trees. As the figure appears I realise
too late what is happening and for the first time in years I wish I had questioned,
wish I had it in me to act for I would. I would warn the figure looking up at
me, rich, dark eyes frowning and calculating. Stepping closer to climb the tree.
I would warn him. Tell him I am not worth it. To leave me before it is too late. But as I start to struggle, as I go to cry out through the gag the figures of those lying in wait spring and I hate myself for I am too late.
I hear the grunt as the stranger is brought down. My Master and The Boss stepping from their hiding place.
Two of their men approach the tree. Climbing and pulling me down, returning me to the hard embrace of my Master as he stands with The Boss over the fallen figure.
“Let me see him” The Bosses words so cold and unfeeling
are so familiar I feel the bile rising in my throat.
Those holding the struggling man grab his hair and arms, forcing him into a
half standing position, face tilted to us for inspection. While others light
a lantern I had not noticed on the way here.
Eyes almost black in the darkened wood flick over The Boss
and my Master before landing on me.
I wish I could speak, wish I could apologize for what I know is about to happen.
I wish I could tell him I would change the world if I could. I would not allow
those who own me to break him as well but I can’t. My Master has me against
his chest and I do not dare.
“Yes, he is quite to beauty” The Boss speaks, stepping closer to the other man.
Even in the unearthly dark I can see that he is right.
“I am going to enjoy you.” I watch stunned at the stranger spits at The Boss, his spittle flecking the other mans cheek.
“I’d say go to Hell but as we are all already there I will simply warn you not to touch me.” The soft, slightly cultured voice is hard and sure.
My Masters laugh shakes his body and I can only blink stupidly, wishing I could believe that voice, so sure of itself. But he does not know these men and I will not allow myself to hope.
“Hold him down.”
At The Bosses words there is a flurry of activity, the stranger forced head down into the mud. His legs pulled apart.
As The Boss rips his trousers away and yanks his hips up, forcing him onto his knees and pushing his legs wide. I try to turn away but my Master holds me tight.
This torture is not just for the stranger laid out before us in the dirt. My Masters hands start to explore my naked body and I shudder. They are going to make me watch. He is going to make me a part of this act. I am pleased to find I have enough humanity left in me not to want to.
Fingers probe my entrance, thrusting in as The Boss bends down to the stranger’s ear.
“I am going to do more than touch you. You are mine now and I will use you as I want.”
The Boss unbuttons himself.
“You did well my pet,” My Master whispers to me, his fingers twisting and scissoring. His harsh hold keeping me standing. “He has a new toy now and I shall have you back.”
The Boss braces himself over the stranger, penis hard, one cold hand between the stranger’s shoulder blades keeping him down while those around him hold his arms pinned.
The Boss viscously trusts into the man, grunting hard. I know from experience that each dry thrust is enough to make you scream but the first…The first feels like you are being ripped in two, your inside on fire, your body breaking at the intrusion. I have screamed. Anybody would. And yet the man lying on the dirt makes no sound.
My Master bites hard at my neck at The Boss sets a brutal pace, he whispers to me that he is going to play with me all night when we get home, grinding his cock into the crack of my arse as his fingers stab and twist.
I try to tear my eyes away from the sight before me but I find myself captivated. Not as my Master is because I find it beautiful, far from it. I am simply astonished. The stranger is not struggling, not begging. He is not trying to escape or promising to be good if The Boss would just be gentle.
Rather he is laying perfectly still, his head forced into the mud, limbs splayed and pinned, greedy and painful touches drawing blood from his back. Still he makes no sound.
The Bosses movements start to become erratic and my Master tugs at my hair, yanking my head back.
“We are taking that one back with us. You will behave wont you pet. You won’t try anything.” I need not try and answer for he answers him self “No, of cause you won’t. You are too good for that.”
The Boss thrusts one last time and comes, grunting is ecstasy into the night. The stranger still has not made a sound and I cannot decide if I am terrified or impressed.
As The Boss pulls out and moves away I see the blood, the shaking legs. I want to scream, to cry, to throw up at the sight.
I do not know how he can stay so silent.
“Get him up, we are heading back.”
My Master chuckles behind me, his fingers leaving me empty.
“Nearly your turn Pet,” he whispers and I close my eyes.
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