hiding

These whips and chains do not excite me

Alexia moaned in pain as she felt herself being lifted off the floor. The only thing she could really focus on was the blood that marked where she had been laying. Alexia had waited as long as she could before fighting back against the two men; so Misu could escape unnoticed. She found what the men lacked in strength, they gained in numbers. The two of them alone were actually weak, she could probably take them on herself with only a few slight injuries. But within seconds of her fighting back, they had at least six guards at their aid.

She found herself completely stripped, bound, beaten, fondled and shackled with a bomb collar. She was actually shocked they didn't rape her. With her unable to move, the men released their fury upon her. They used belts, chair legs and any other household items they could find to beat her. They also found it quite amusing to burn small sections of her body with a lighter. The rope that bound her cut deep into her wrists and ankles, causing her to bleed. She was also bleeding a numerous number of other places, but she had lost track after she could no longer feel most of her body as they assaulted her. Her throat burned as she struggled to breath; Darin had a peculiar interest in strangulation. She knew the bruises were already visible across her body.

Alexia found herself being partially submerged in a bath filled with warm water. The water stung the cuts that adorned her body. She was suddenly aware of the four women dressed as maids, washing her body.

"What are you doing?" Alexia attempted to rasp out.

"Master wants you presentable for the party tonight. The guests aren't thoroughly entertained with damaged goods." The eldest woman mumbled, sounding almost as if she were a machine.

"So your basically helping me, so you can injure me more later on," Alexia stated, staring off into the far corner of the room, "That's cool I guess, if you're a sick minded individual."

"It's easier if you don't fight it. The quicker you give in, the quicker your suffering will end." One of the youngest maids spoke up.

"I take it your slaves to him too?" Alexia became aware that they too adorned small bomb collars.

"Of course, either way we would work for our master. If we did not serve him faithfully, our families would be killed." The youngest spoke again.

They quickly cleaned Alexia up, removing most of the blood from her body. Alexia attempted to help them stand her up from the tub, knowing they were only following orders. They put her in a black camisole and matching panties, to her disappointment.

Alexia found herself being left alone to rest on the massive bed in the middle of the room. Not like rest was something she could actually obtain at the moment. She found herself too weak to do much, she had lost a lot of blood and received some serious injuries. Alexia was almost certain she had a concussion and some broken ribs. Her body screamed at her any time she even flinched. Marco was going to chew her out good when he saw her, she was sure of it.

The door opened as Darin entered with two guards, grinning at her.

"What your too pussy now to handle me alone?" Alexia snapped at him.

"The contrary whore, I just didn't feel like carrying your disgusting body." He stuck up his nose as the two guards approached, lifting her up from under her arms.

She winced in pain as they carried her out of the room. Carry was an overstatement. They were actually dragging her for the most part. Descending down the stair was especially painful on her legs. The hooked her back to her chains on the small stage in the grand room they had been in previously when she first awoke.

"It's such a shame the other whore was able to escape again. We will just have to prolong your death to appease our guests. That whore will have an excruciating death when we find her again."

Alexia didn't say anything, instead keeping her head hung down. Her body didn't have much energy left after fighting against their assaults.

The room began to fill with guests, all wearing suits and fine evening gowns. Alexia found it disgusting how so many people could make a celebratory occasion out of something like this. She could see prisoners in the corner as witnesses to the occasion. Some were handing out drinks and food to the guests. She knew her crew would come, she just hoped it would be in time.