The Exhibition (DARK EROTICA SERIES)

“Alice.” I groaned softly, hoping she wouldn’t hear as I came. I don’t think she did with the way she threw her head back in pleasure, bucking against me as she rode out yet another orgasm. I shivered, staying there inside of her as I softened before slowly starting to pull back out. I uncurled my fingers and slid them out as well, standing up. I walked around to where she was still on her hands and knees, looking up at me.

“You’re mine.” I said, kneeling down in front of her, but Alice gave me a puzzled look. I knew she wasn’t quite processing everything just yet. It had happened to0 quickly. I smiled at her, patting her cheek before tilting her chin up. I didn’t kiss her on the lips. I knew better than that, but I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“I said you’re mine. Now and forever. You will have to get used to that. I will be the only one you’ll ever call master.” I told her, and I left her there in the shower, wide eyed, telling her to finish up soon before I come to collect her.

I didn’t plan to give her too long, but I’d grant her these precious few extra minutes to readjust herself to the situation. I knew it’d be hard for her. With a small smile, I watched from the cameras as her legs shook just before I went to go shower off as well. Alice was in for a long ride with me, and I was going to make sure she was perfect in every way before I was through with her.

She just didn’t know it yet. She would though, and I couldn’t wait to see what she’d become. She had the fire that I wanted, and yet she was tame-able. Tame-able, fuck-able, soft. I laughed at the thought, running my fingers through my own hair. I hated how much that woman got under my skin, but at least now she was mine. She was no longer a slave I would be delivering to someone else. She’d stay mine. Forever. The thought was more comforting than it should have been.

The Exhibition (Vol. 2)

Recap: Vol. 1

Alice was the perfect girl up until the time that Damon took her. She went to college, she worked, and she got good grades. Her only crime was living a life of solitude. This left her alone and vulnerable, becoming the perfect target for Damon to do with as he pleased, and after a successful kidnapping the two of them started their life together. Too bad it wasn’t everything he hoped for. Damon had one goal and one goal alone. He needed the perfect specimen for the slave exhibition.

In Damon’s line of work, slave training was an art form, and he considered himself to be one of the be

st. He just had to prove it to the world, which is exactly where Alice came in. The darling Western girl with the baby blue eyes and nearly platinum blonde hair. All natural, of course. She would be the perfect girl for the perfect Master, and it proved true until Alice shook his world, causing her devilish captor to fall for her. Now with it finally time for The Exhibition, they have no choice but to weather it. Damon only knows one thing, and that is no matter what, he plans to keep Alice. But, a trainer isn’t supposed to get attached to their slaves, and showing indifference while navigating the treacherous waters of the slave market was going to be difficult.

Approaching Hell’s Gates

I still didn’t know Master’s name. He didn’t want to tell me, and he glared at anyone who came too close. He couldn’t help it, I think. He was intensely possessive over what he saw as his. I thought that I was his from the moment he took me, but I was wrong. I was his from the moment that he decided to keep me. He looked at me now, leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles.

He had a collar around my neck, padded with leather and steel on the outside. It was engraved with a symbol I knew nothing about, but it made me feel safer knowing it was there. I don’t know why. I felt him move behind me, and my body reacted. It was as if I was painfully aware of where he stepped. I knew how close, or how far away he was the moment he entered a room with me, and I ached whenever he moved too far away.

“Do you remember what I said, Alice?” He cooed at me, soft and sweetly.

“Yes, Master.” I answer. Calling him Master has become second nature now. He left, disappearing before he brought back a small cage on wheels. The wheels could easily be removed. I looked at it, knowing I’d be stuck in that position for however long he deemed fit. My breathing got a little heavier. He watched my breasts rise and fall with uneven breaths.

“Tell me then.” He said, and there was no question. It was a command. Short and sweet.

“I don’t speak unless spoken to. I don’t do anything but react and feel. No matter what happens to me.” I say with a small tremble in my voice. It’s almost too much to think about. He’s pushing me in the cage now, fastening my ankles and wrists together. Even if the cage was big enough, I wouldn’t be able to stand up. Not now.

“I won’t let them hurt you, but if you disappoint me, Alice…” He trailed off, shaking his head. He leaned in close to my ear. I could feel his breath on my all-too-cool skin as he said the last words.

“I will.” He told me, and a shiver ran through me before he started to take me out of the room I had grown to view as the only place I was safe.

My body trembled, but for some reason, I knew that Master really would keep me safe. At least, I hoped so. I hadn’t been away from him before, but I tried to put on my brave face. I had been well fed, enjoyed exercise, and Master had kept me in his arms. My heart was beating frantically as I was left in that dark room. I could hear other girls as well in different cages, and I knew that from what Master told me that this was just a holding cell.

We’d be drawn out later, but I’d never go on the auctioning block. For a moment, I was grateful for the darkness. I didn’t want to have to look at other girls like me that were taken from their home, only to end up on auction like cattle with no idea what would befall them next. I shuddered at the thought, hoping my own Master wouldn’t change his mind. That’s when a girl’s cage got pushed dangerously close to my own. I could see glimpses of pale blonde hair much like mine, and she was screaming.

I don’t understand. He had told me that only well behaved slaves would be here, and yet here she was screaming her ears off, rocking her cage, and it teetered. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sound and sight. It was too much. I remembered how much I wanted to scream when he first took me. I remembered how much I wanted to be like her, defying them, but I didn’t want to remember. I only wanted to think of getting through today and starting the rest of my life with the Master I had chosen.

I chose him. I chose to stop fighting, and I wanted this because in some twisted way, I knew that I had started to fall for him. With him wanting to keep me, I reminded myself that he wanted me as well. I didn’t open my eyes again until the door was closed again with a deafening sound, and the girl finally calmed down. I looked at the woman in front of me, and I looked at her unashamed at my staring. She looked back, and she was paler than I was, but she didn’t seem sickly. Her hair was more of a golden blonde than the platinum of mine, but she had the same blue eyes.

“What?” She yelled, and I shook my head, putting a finger to my lips.

“What are you staring at? Are you scared of them? What did the fucker who took you do?” She hissed. “You should be helping me!” She screamed, but I shook my head. I panicked, looking around but when no one came due to her screaming, I looked at her. She was crumpled in her cell, and I bit my bottom lip. I knew that I shouldn’t talk to her, but I couldn’t help it.

“I…” I said, and her head snapped up. “I’m Alice, and I’m sorry, but I don’t understand. I thought only trained slaves were brought here.” I said, and she glared at me, saying nothing.

“Oh. You’re one of them too. You think that he loves you, or that some nonsense like this is your place. Wake up! He kidnapped you and dehumanized you!” She hissed, and I could hear no more. I put my hands over my ears, but she had already stopped talking. Panic rose up in me again, and once again I worried that maybe my Master would change his mind, and I wouldn’t see him again; Just as I thought I had found my place in the world.

Disruption& Uncertainty

I could hear them screaming, and I looked at the man who had just brought her. Many of us had heard that there was an untrained slave among our own, and none of us wanted to see what her behavior would do to our well-behaved slaves. I worried how it’d upset my dear Alice. She was having enough problems adjusting, I just shook my head and sighed.

“What the hell.” I demanded when no one else would speak. It wasn’t a question; it was a demand for answers. The man just raised an eyebrow, and I sneered. I hoped that our host would remove him and his unruly slave before they upset Alice, but I feared like many others that it was too late. Sir M. was our host, and he was standing to the side, and for a moment I feared that he’d say nothing.