The Circle Part 2: The Dark Truth - Sex Stories

The Circle Part 2: The Dark Truth

Ravenous with hunger, I devoured the meager meal Circe left me. With each bite I took, I felt as if a small part of me was surrendering to my fate. Even still, I ate, for I could no more resist my hunger than I could the whims of my captors. I finished it quickly and could then only wait as the subtle roll of the ship lulled my senses. My wait was shorter than I hoped and all too soon the heavy clank from the door's lock reverberated through the metal walls of my cell. Panic filled my heart and I whimpered in fear as the man I knew as Marco appeared in the portal. "Still, you cower in fear, do you, girl?" he said in his deceptively kind tone. "You have reason to be afraid, but you must learn to accept your fate." His hand gestured to my surroundings as he entered and a distinct look of distaste marred the sculptured perfection of his face. "Come, girl. You need fresh air and you must bathe. A creature of your beauty cannot be left to wallow in such filth." He approached me and a bolt of fresh terror screamed through my mind. I recoiled and made myself as small as I could on the bed, but Marco shushed me gently. "Quiet yourself, Jessica. Obey and nothing shall befall you today. I offer only those things I have said, if only you will do as you are told." My throat clenched tight I dared say nothing. Inside my chest, my heart screamed out in despair and it took all my will to suppress my growing urge to cry. He came toward me and my skin grew cold as he reached for my chain. ...

... I was certain he would force himself on me again, but he only unlocked the ring that connected my chain to the wall. The light links clinked with a soft, high pitched rattle as he gathered them in his hand. Using it as a leash, he tugged on the metal collar around my throat. "Come, girl. Rise and follow me. I warn you not to resist. There is simply no place for you to run, and the time for disobedience is past." With his sister, Circe, leading the way, he took me from my cell. I had no choice but to do as he commanded and he led me through a narrow maze of dark and dreary halls. Ascending darkened stairs, we rose from the bowels of the ship and emerged into the dazzling brightness of the midday sun. It's incandescent glare reflected off of the sea and painfully stung my tear-filled eyes. Blinded by it's glare, I stumbled clumsily at the end of my chain as I was led onto the deck. I blinked and rubbed my eyes as Marco secured my chain to a metal rail that jutted from the whitewashed structure of the ship. It was only then I saw I was not alone in the misery of my plight. Three other girls, all about my age, and equally frightened, were standing in line. Each was collard and chained to the same rail that held my own. "What's happening?" I asked them, hoping to find a friendly or sympathetic voice, but before any could answer, Marco turned. "Silence! Do not speak. It is not your place to question. You are slaves and you must learn your place if your are to live." The sudden ...