Maureen Janette Barnes is the kid sister of James Buchanan Barnes. Ree and Bucky, they were called. They were the troublemakers of the town, along with their close friend, Steve Rogers. Things begin to change for Ree when her big brother leaves to "...
Mr. Killicks' limo drove up to a large mansion. He led me inside, his hand on the small of my back making me shiver. As soon as the front door was closed behind us, he removed the trench coat from my body.
"You will have no need to wear anything other than your underclothes, Natalia," he explained.
"Yes... sir," I replied. I was already in trouble. Then, from his pocket, he pulled out a collar, and put it around my neck. The meaning it held was terrifying. This man owned me. He had bought me for $100,000.
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The lock made it impossible to take the collar off without the key, which he would, I'm sure, keep in a place unknown to me. He said it went well with my nails and teeth, which he assumed had been done on purpose, rather than expirament. He said he found the cat-like qualities attractive.
Next, he led me to a room with a heavy oak door. On the wood, one word was engraved. Playroom. I cringed at the word. Whatever it meant, I knew it couldn't be good. He led me inside. There were hundreds of things which I didn't know the use of. What I did recognize were whips, chains, ropes, and a paddle like they used to use at school. Except this one had little spiky things on it. There was also a large, four poster cherrywood bed with red covers and a sheer red canopy. The walls of the room were crimson. Everything about this room frightened me.
Mr. Killicks pulled me over to one of the bedposts. He pulled off my panties and bra at a speed that had to have required practice. I felt my body trembling in fear as he tied my wrists to the bedpost, pushing my chest against the cold wood so that I was basically hugging it. He spread my feet apart, which scared and confused me. He walked away, then came back and made me stand on a step stool, still with my feet apart. Evidently, I was too short for whatever punishment he had planned out. I was, after all, only thirteen.
He came to stand next to me, still dressed, thank goodness. He held the spiked paddle in front of my face. He was letting me see the instrument he would be using to torture me, I guessed.
"I will hit you twenty times," he explained in a serious tone. "Each time, you will thank me, and ask for another. Understand, Natalia?"
I didn't answer, because I was trying not to cry. In anger, he slammed the spiked paddle down on my bottom, nearly knocking me off the stool. Dad had belted me once, when I was younger, after I got into a fight with a girl at school. This was way worse. Mr. Killicks came and looked at me pointedly.
"Yes, sir. I understand, sir," I rushed.
"And?" Mr. Killicks prompted.
"Th-thank you, m-master," I whimpered. "M-may I have another?"
Mr. Killicks smiled and nodded in approval, before continuing to hit my bare bottom with the torture device. Every time, I thanked him and asked for another. I was pretty sure he had lost track of his count to twenty, if he was counting at all, and just continued past his designated number.
When he was done, I was sobbing so hard I couldn't speak. He untied me, but offered me no comfort. Instead, he placed a ball in my mouth and clasped it behind my head. It was a gag of some sort. He layed me on the bed and tied my wrists to the headboard with rope. He put my panties around my knees before tying my ankles to the bedposts with longer pieces of rope. He came to hover above me, trailing his hand across my inner thigh as he put these tight clamp things on my nipples. It stung, as I was sensitive due to still being in the midst of puberty. Then, without warning, he stuck one finger inside of me, making me squirm and let out a muffled squeak of protest.
He left me alone for a moment, then returned with a ridged, purple thing. Whatever it was, it looked scary. He, with little effort, shoved it inside of me, tearing another muffled screech from my gagged mouth. He pulled my panties up to cover my penetrated and abused area. Then, he pressed a button on a remote, and the purple thing began to vibrate and jerk around. I cried out in shock and pain.
"This should break you in," he said, as I closed my eyes from the pain rolling over me. "I'd rather not get myself all bloody. I showered just before I came to the auction."
After what felt like hours of torture as Mr. Killicks just sat and enjoyed the view, sometimes turning up the power of the thing inside me, I was finally released. He took the thing out of me, took the clamps off my chest, and untied me, also taking out the ball that had kept me quiet. He pulled me to his chest, as if to comfort me, but I just wanted to get away from him. I tried to push against his chest, to get him off of me.
"If you wish to be punished again, then by all means, do keep fighting," he chuckled.
I stopped struggling immediately. I never wanted another man to touch me. Ever. I hated Mr. Killicks. He had hurt me worse than anybody ever had. It felt like my insides had been torn in half.
"But maybe it's time for me to have some real fun with you, dear Natalia," he said. "I can always shower again. With you, perhaps."
He released me and stood beside the bed. He quickly undressed and climbed back beside me, forcefully pushing me down onto the bed once more. I had never seen a man, or boy, naked before. Not even on accident, by walking into Bucky's room unannounced or something. It just made me even more terrified of Mr. Killicks. He had complete control over me, and he intended to exert that control. I tried to ignore the pain that followed as Mr. Killicks had his way with me.
Surely Bucky didn't know what he was doing when he left me at that bar? Or maybe he did... No, Bucky wouldn't hurt me. That wasn't Bucky at Hydra. That was James, the Winter Soldier. James was the one who hurt me, by Hydra's command, and took me to an auction where I was sold to Mr. Killicks. Bucky would never do such a thing. To anyone. Especially not me, his little sister.
