The Circle: Abduction. - Sex Stories

The Circle: Abduction.

... he hoped you would." My stomach almost retched at the idea that she died for me. I wanted to deny it because simply accepting it as fact made me complicit in Layla's death. I must have looked ashen to Circe and my head spun so terribly I felt I might pass out, but deep down, her words carried enough truth that I couldn't deny them. I had seen the brutality of the world I was in and I knew in my heart I would do whatever I needed to to be spared her fate. "I wouldn't have believed it had I not seen it myself," I finally said. "That's why he killed her? As an example to the rest of us?" "No," Circe said coldly. "The other two are almost certainly doomed. We will try to teach them, but they have withdrawn into their minds and are not responding to us. If that doesn't change, they will be sold to a Master who will enjoy pulling them out of their shell. I'm only glad I won't have to see it." It was horrible to hear, but I had no strength left to concern myself with their fate. I saw a ray of hope in her words and my only thoughts were focused on what I needed to learn. "So, what must I do to avoid that? How can I survive when so many others fail? What use have I to them?" Circe smiled hopefully and squeezed my hand. "Learn to enjoy it, Jessica. You are a female whose purpose is to give pleasure. If you can learn to enjoy it and withstand the occasional pain it carries, you may yet live." I said nothing more as Circe rose and headed for the door. Before she left, she turned. ...

... "This door isn't locked. You have a bathroom here and some clothing in the closet. You are like me now. You have the run of the ship. Your life can be free of stress and filled with joy if you can take it. The price is to simply give of your body when the demand is made. Think on it, Jessica. Marco will soon come for you again. I can offer myself in your stead, but I believe he will want you." "But aren't you his sister?" "Yes, but that only makes me more desirable." With that, she slipped through the door and left me alone with my thoughts. Once she was gone, I checked to see if I could lock the door behind her. It was made of heavy oak and I hoped it could keep him away from me. The heavy, brass knob turned easily and I opened the door to peer down the hall. Unlike my cell in the bowels of the ship, this hall was more like one would find on a cruise ship. It was wide and well lit. It's floor was carpeted and paintings lined the walls between other, equally beautiful stateroom doors. There were no guards or anyone else around. I was alone. Circe had been right about my being allowed to leave the room. The bad news was that there was no lock at all. It seemed the price of my freedom would be that I would be denied any real privacy. The thought that Marco might come through that door and rape me again sickened me and another tear formed in my eye. I had no doubt that he would, and with Layla's sacrifice fresh in my mind, I would submit to whatever he chose to do to me. Retreating ...