The Circle Part 2: The Dark Truth - Sex Stories

The Circle Part 2: The Dark Truth

... passed giving me a pleasure I will forever cherish. This is the right of all slaves. The right to face our fate at a time of our choosing. To face it with such strength as she did..." he paused and gazed at her broken body with something I could only call respect. Then he continued in softer tones. "You three, too, can gain from her sacrifice," he said to us. How you learn to accept your fate is up to you, but no matter how you believe you can hide it, the Masters will draw their pleasure from you. Even if it's only by ending your lives. What you make of the life you are given and how well you meet your death are the only choices you will ever be able to make." I must have fainted after that. I awoke not in my cell, but in a large and comfortable bed centered in a beautiful suite. I must have moaned, for Circe, who was sitting calmly in a ornate wooden chair, glanced up from a book and smiled sadly at me. "Good, You are awake." The sudden change in my surroundings was confusing to me, yet I couldn't help but find a measure of comfort in it. Gone was the terror I felt. In its place was a sadness that weighed heavily on my soul. I was too exhausted to express what rage I felt and I gazed at Circe with a feeling more of contempt than fear. "Why did he do that? I asked. "What kind of monster does that to a woman? Is that what I can expect as your slave? To be raped and killed? God, I almost wish it was me, just so this nightmare would end." I felt like crying again, but the ...

... tears wouldn't come. I felt empty and cold, as if my life had ended when Layla died. Circe sat her book down but remained in her chair. "It's our way. Even the most valued of slaves my choose the freedom of death. We have a reverence for it. Meeting your Moment with bravery and sacrifice to please our Masters is a great honor, I hope one day you will understand that." I heard the words but it was if she were speaking another language. None of it made sense and I drew my knees up as I studied her flawless and implacable face. "I could never understand such brutality. You and your brother must be insane. What he did..." I was at a loss for words and I grew quiet, wishing I could summon the tears Layla deserved. Circe remained quiet for a moment before answering. "You cannot know it now, but what he did was a mercy. That girl was not going to be easily broken, but I assure you they would have broken her eventually. But only after she suffered for days or even weeks. There are Masters who would have taken her for just that purpose alone. There are men who would have tortured her and broken her body slowly. She would have been killed anyway, but only after suffering a pain you could never imagine. Marco knew this. That's why he killed her when he did." I laughed bitterly at the arrogant absurdity of her logic. "A mercy? That's what you call it? He fucked her while she was dying! What kind of sick fuck does that!" "Be careful with those words, Jessica. Between us as females, we may be ...