“But I don’t…” I shut my eyes, my tears falling and for a second I think he might just undo these ropes, might say this is all a mistake, that he loves me enough to protect me here.
Only, he doesn’t.
I scream again, I writhe as the collar sends a white-hot blast of pain down my spine.
“You will obey.” Antonio says. “You will do as you’re told, and you will perform.”
Perform he says, but it’s not a performance he wants from me. This is not an act. This is an annihilation. This man is tearing out my soul, destroying the last pieces of my sanity, and he wants me to smile and cheer while he does it.
He shocks me again, one more awful hit that has me trembling so badly I think I might just shit myself.
He doesn’t give me time to recover, doesn’t give me a second to breathe. He turns his head slightly towards the crowd, and he crooks a finger. “Robert. Join us.”
My breath catches.No. No. I want this to stop. I want this all to just stop.
Uncle Bobby doesn’t hesitate. He moves with a kind of grim eagerness, climbing onto the stage, his eyes never leaving my body.
He smells of cigar smoke and expensive cologne, a scent from my past that now feels profane.
“Antonio,” he says, his voice exactly how I remember it.
“What do you think of my new pet?” Antonio asks, his hand still possessively on my breast.
Uncle Bobby’s gaze rakes over me, from my collared throat to my rope-bound ankles as a slow, lecherous smile spreads across his face. A laugh, low and harsh, escapes him. “I never imagined that fat little Grace would turn into such a delicacy.”
The words are a slap. ‘Fat little Grace.’ A memory of a chubby, awkward teenager flashes behind my eyes.
“She is the rarest delicacy there is,” Antonio replies, his voice dripping with pride. “Would you care to try her?”
Uncle Bobby’s eyes gleam. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He steps forward, and his hands are on me even as I whimper. They are not like Antonio’s. They are greedy, possessive. He grabs a handful of my breast, squeezing roughly, twisting the piercing in a way that makes me sob more.
“Look at these,” he grunts, his face close to mine. “All that baby fat turned into something useful, didn’t it, you fat bitch?”
He slaps my breast, the sound sharp in the now quiet room.
I struggle against the ropes, but they hold me so tightly that I can’t do anything but just dangle here.
He laughs, his hand sliding down my stomach, over the lace of my panties. “And this? Is this what you really are, Grace? A filthy slut?” He delivers a sharp, stinging slap right between my stretched thighs.
I cry out, my hips bucking against the restraints.
“Answer him,” Antonio commands, his voice calm, his hand poised on the controller for my collar.
“Yes.” I sob knowing what he wants to hear, knowing what words will prevent more pain. “I’m a filthy slut.”
“Antonio’s filthy slut.” Uncle Bobby barks, fumbling with his belt, getting his cock out.
He rips the lace panties away and pushes into me in one rough, unyielding thrust. It’s uncomfortable, a burning stretch that doesn’t relent because despite what Antonio gave me, despite some part of my body being lost to this nightmare, I am not turned on enough to be wet.
I gasp, my body tensing against the pain and the intrusion.
“She’s tight,” Uncle Bobby grunts, beginning to piston into me.
Antonio moves closer, a small, sleek remote in his hand that is different from the collar one. He leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “Good girl.” He murmurs. “Let him use you. Let them all use you tonight. We are showing the world what a good little bitch you’ve become for me.”
I shake my head even though I know it’s going to earn me more pain, more punishment.
