He smirks. “Now I have your attention.”
“Bullshit.” I push off the Lords altar and turn around and pick up my gun and pocketknife.
“I promised her father that if anything happened to him, I’d protect her.”
“Well, you failed.” I turn back around and shove my gun into my jeans, ready to leave.
“I tried to come up with reasons as to keep her from being initiated, but her mother wanted her to be great.” He does air quotes. Getting to his feet, he walks over to the end of the Lords altar. “Have you heard of an offering?”
I snort. “Of course I have.” All Lords are required to watch at least one offering. It’s to desensitize us—a woman being stripped naked and tied down to the Lords altar and then offered up to other Lords—and tells the men that they are what’s important. Women are nothing in our world.
“Have you heard of a breeder?” he asks.
“Sounds pretty self-explanatory.” I know several Lords who have that kink.
He smirks. “Follow me.” Turning, he begins to walk up the far-right staircase to the top floor where the vow ceremony takes place every year for the ritual. I follow him to the second-floor balcony.
I come to a stop when I see the woman I wasn’t aware was up here. She’s tied up, of course. Face down with her ass and cunt exposed. Head completely covered with a hood that’s buckled around her neck, and by the sounds of her muffled screams, she’s gagged.
Walking over to her, I see she’s got a butt plug in her ass and another one in her cunt. Bruises cover her pale skin. Some look like they’re from belts, others from hands and fingers.
“She’s a breeder,” Bill says, looking down at her. “She failed her assignment.”
“What do you mean by her assignment?” I’ve never heard of a woman having one in our society until Charlotte told me she was given one.
“She’s from a founder.”
My body tenses as his words start to make sense.
He nods down at her. “See, Haidyn. A woman who fails her assignment after she’s been initiated into the Lords isn’t completely useless. They may have failed, but they still have something to offer.”
“What if they can’t have children?” I inquire.
He laughs as if that’s an absurd concept. “I guess it’s possible, but the Lords take matters into their own hands to make sure they are able to reproduce. Supplements are given…”
“So I’ve heard.”
“She’s twenty-one.”Same as Charlotte.He begins to walk around her. “Her first session was tonight. She’ll remain tied here like this for at least forty-eight hours. Ass up in the air stuffed with a lockable plug so the Lords can’t use it. And her cunt plugged to retain all their cum. It will be removed for hernext session in the morning. Once her forty-eight hours are up, she’ll go to the clinic where she will be closely monitored twenty-four seven until she has a positive pregnancy test, and a DNA test will determine which lucky Lord was successful.”
“Then what?”
“She’ll be kept at the clinic until she’s thirty-eight weeks, at which time the baby or babies will be taken and given to the father for him to raise.”
“What if this session doesn’t take, and she doesn’t have a positive pregnancy test?” Forty-eight hours doesn’t sound like much time.
“Then she’s brought back here for anothersession. Repeat the process until the Lords get their desired results.” He points at her. “This is her life from here on out. After she gives birth, she will find herself back here for another round…then another. Until the Lords feel she’s served, and then…well, then they will put her out of her misery.”
Rinse and repeat.Running my hands through my hair, I sigh. “So you’re saying…if Charlotte fails, this is her future?”
He looks up at me, and his silence answers my question. A sickening feeling has my mind reeling. The video I watched of Charlotte’s exchange with the Lords in her living room comes to mind.They will deliver you to the cathedral where you will fulfill your…duties. You will serve your Lords one way or another.She thought it was an offering and so did I. It was worse than that. “What is her assignment?”
“I don’t know.”
“BULLSHIT!” I shout before taking a deep breath, and the woman tied face down to the wooden bench cries harder to get my attention. Ignoring her, I keep my eyes on Bill. As awful as it sounds, I’m not here to save her. “I find it hard to believe that no one knows what her assignment is. Not even her.”
“She doesn’t even know what she’s doing it for.”
“What does that mean?” I say, trying to wrap my brain around this new information. The Lords have layers. And I know they run deep. But breeding? I mean, the truth is right in front of me, but the question is why? The ones at the top are powerful, and they’re always married off. So why would they need a child from someone else other than their Lady?
