“Before we go down I forgot to do something, here,” she said as she lifted the edge of my sleeve up to one side of my face. She flattened the flowered section along my eye and cheek. I looked down at her open palm and saw a little pile of fine black powder that shimmered with added silver glitter.
“Close your eyes!” I did as I was told and then flinched a little as she shocked me by blowing over the place where she had placed the lace. She pealed it off my skin carefully and then I heard her clap her hands.
“There! What a beautiful doll you are for Master to play with. Come on ‘cause he’s also pissed off.” Before I could comment she was pulling me down one of the staircases.
I tried to steady myself on the elaborate railings of twisted black iron that was made to look like metal flames coming from each step. I had to be careful though as the smooth railing was cut short with added spikes that penetrated up as the tips of the higher flames stabbed through the top. They looked razor sharp.
I took in my surroundings as I nearly stumbled. I felt like Alice, who fell down into a rabbit hole, only my journey was a delirious drugged trip, death ride that landed me smack bang in the middle of Goth Wonderland! I couldn’t take everything in and I felt my skin crawl in both pleasure and disgust.
There was a huge raised stage facing the staircase we were making our way down and it reminded me more like something from an old theatre. Great black curtains framed either side of where the band was playing very heavy rock. The lead singer screamed his words into a standing mic that was one long skeleton arm and the fleshless hand clutched the mic. The singer wore only a pair of leather trousers with a studded belt. Bare feet and a bare torso, that was mostly covered in tattoos of demons ripping into his own flesh, was glistening with sweat thanks to his exuberance.
Around the stage were swags of the same black material as the curtains, with up lighted lamps in between causing eerie shadows to cast on each band member. From up higher I could make out the layout of the room easier and it looked like the more important beings were raised higher all along the right side of the room which was raised on a dais. Their exclusive area was a half-moon shaped seating area with a larger section in the middle which was clearly where their King sat waiting for us. The rest of the room was split between seating areas, dance floor and disturbingly, what looked like a dungeon style play area. I tried not to look but seeing people in dog size cages spinning from the long chains that were attached firmly from the ceiling beams, I couldn’t help but look horrified.
However, they didn’t look in pain and even though hands played with them from all angles they looked more turned on than anything. Then there was a group of girls all tied to arched, high back chairs with men at their feet licking their way up, some higher than others making me jump when one girl screamed in orgasm when the man starting feeding from her breast. Pip laughed at me over her shoulder.
“Not your kind of shindig, eh?” She commented as we passed a couple of Cyber Goths. The girl was sat obediently at her master’s feet on a short chain leash attached to a brown leather collar. The other end was wrapped around her owner’s fist a few times and his other hand stroked the top of her head affectionately like a cat he owned. Both were wearing masks over their mouths, vented on either side. I had seen a few Cyber Goths at Afterlife but these were certainly extreme and never were any of them bound with their hands behind their back like she was. They had matching brown leather outfits that looked something straight out of Conan the Barbarian, that was if you added latex spikes, furry knee high boots and space goggles.
“Umm, that would be a no,” I whispered, scared that I would get overheard and cause any type of scene. In a place like this I just wanted to scurry away and hide until all these people became a distant memory. But as we made our way closer to the dais I couldn’t help the shocked expression that had taken up residence on my face. All the while I could feel eyes burning into me, analysing every movement I made, every shift in expression being scrutinised with cool eyes that frosted my every nerve. I was in two minds that were slowly tearing me apart. One, that wanted to feel safe and secure in the sea of demons I sailed on and Lucius was the port to which I was headed and the other, the one trying in vain to think rationally…well, that one wanted me to run like hellhounds were chasing me and Lucius was the one who had released them!
But thanks to this place and Pip by my side all decisions had been taken from me and I had no other choice but to follow the twisted path that crumbled under each step I made. I looked down at my feet to try and find some courage in my dwindling reserve and bumped into someone because I was too busy concentrating on which of my worries to file away where, and knew before I looked up I was just about to add to the pile of worries. But when I did finally look at the eyes facing me I didn’t know if I had anywhere deep enough to put his face!
White eyes with only a black ring around the iris to match the tiny black dot that was his pupil glared down at me. He was tall and I mean tall, being at least six foot eight, I felt like a child looking up. His hair was like fine metal wire that waved up from his forehead giving him the appearance that his head was elongated which added to his high cheek bones and deep set eyes that screamed with natural authority. He had the bridge of his nose pierced with a metal bar to match the metal balls shown from the centre of his lip and either side of his chin. The same wiry hair that covered his head also covered half of his face in a trim grey beard that came down into a long point. His body was a thick rectangle of muscle with limbs long and hard due to his height. And I thought Ragnar was intimidating, this guy would be the one to give Ragnar an equal fighting chance for sure.
“Caspian, what a gentleman you are coming to escort us to Lucius, you big lug you.” Pip said after placing her tiny hand on his arm, one that was covered in candy jewellery already with chunks missing. He looked down at her hand and shrugged her off like an annoying bug before speaking.
“You are late with my Master’s toy, little girl!” He said in a heavy accented voice that sounded as though he had a tongue made from splintered wood. At first I didn’t realise he was referring to me…I was the toy, oh goodie! What dangerous fun could I get myself into this time, I wondered with dark humour.
Pip just nodded and refrained from commenting which wasn’t like her…was it? It made me wonder who this guy was? He went to grab my arm with one spade sized hand when, thank god, Pip intervened. Which was lucky ‘cause I think I would have lost control of my bladder for a short time!
“I wouldn’t Caspian, I don’t think after what he did to Klaus that he wants another man touching her. Oh did you not hear yet…it was quite entertaining, he taught him some fun games with his knife, you know how Master likes playing with knives, almost as much as he likes his play things untouched by others, so drop your fucking hand unless you wish to lose it! Come Toots, time to play dolly!” She reached past him for my hand and I had never felt anything as comforting since being the centre of this nightmare. Of course then I caught sight of who she expected me to play ‘dolly’ with and my heart thought I was running a marathon again.
I felt the giant named Caspian behind me as my footsteps wavered slightly thanks to the rumble of vibrations his own footsteps created. Thankfully, Pip didn’t let me go until we walked up the steps to her ‘Master’s’ area. I looked around and noticed that Pip and a few others seemed to be the only part of this space that added any colour as everything raised on this large platform was black. The large seating arrangement was black velvet on a burnt black wooden frame that was so distressed looking I wondered how it held up any weight let alone six people. There was a huge round table that was low to the floor made from what looked like polished petrified wood with a black centre. Drinks in glasses of all shapes and sizes scattered the surface along with ashtrays and lines of white powder on mirrored tops, that even to my naive ways, looked like cocaine.
I looked up to see Adam and Ruto sat either side of their Lord and Adam seemed to visually relax whe
n he saw Pip bouncing towards him. His shoulders had lowered from being tensed and the light in his eyes returned from their dark brooding anger. That was one man that loved his wife unconditionally, without restraint and whole heartedly. If you asked me it was bordering on obsession as it seemed he couldn’t be without her touch for more than an hour before the signs of strain could be so visibly seen. It made that hollow pain in my chest rise when I thought about what Draven was doing right now? I wanted to run back to my room, hide away and find somewhere to sleep until he could get to me. Just the thought that my sleep was the key for us to be together made me never want to wake up again.
A girl’s yelp brought me back round from my fantasy and I saw a girl rise from her knees at Lucius’ feet. She turned again and got slapped on her bare bottom by Lucius to get moving. She was naked apart from the tattooed arms and tiny red thong that only consisted of a red triangle that hardly did the job of covering her womanhood. She had layered bubble-gum blue hair with red cat’s ears sticking out and heart shaped red tattooed nipples with tassels attached to rings that had pierced through each one. She actually sounded like a bell when she walked past and I looked behind me to find the cause to be a tail of bells coming from her cheeks. I blushed, looked away and tried not to think about what they were attached to!
“You’re late, Pip!” Lucius snapped in her direction as she jumped into the space next to Adam and another man that I would do well to stay clear of.
“Yep, we are, but what can I say…we’re girls, Master and I wanted to make your dolly pretty for you.” Lucius hadn’t looked at me until she said this and then his eyes flew to lock with mine before taking his leisurely time to scan every inch of me making me feel like some naked exhibit in a glass case.
“Oh that you did pet, that you did indeed. Come here little doll!” He ordered in a deep gravelly tone that made me shiver. I took a step back out of pure primal reaction, the way prey can’t help but want to run from the predator and Lucius was without a doubt, all predator. He looked like some dark commanding warrior in his black leather trousers that were loose and wide legged but pulled tighter at his trim waist, held by a thick belt. They looked like martial arts pants and I noticed a dagger’s end glinting in the low light, protruding from its scabbard which hung low on one leg from another belt around his waist.
“NOW!” He stood as he shouted this and held out his hand ready for me to place myself at his mercy. I noted Caspian still at my back and knew I had no other choice but to walk around the table and put my hand in his. I noticed the muscles tense in his upper body, tightening the black t-shirt to a point where it looked close to ripping apart over large biceps. His torso was crisscrossed with leather straps and belts which looked to hold more weapons but they must have been on his back as only his dagger could be seen from the front. His arms also had black strips wound around his hands like a street fighter and thick leather cuffs that stretched up his forearms tied with four buckles, two of which looked strained as they travelled further up his muscular arm. He looked pumped and ready for the fight, one I couldn’t see coming.
I finally braved finding his eyes and the corners were black near his nose giving him the look of a sinister ruler surveying his horror filled kingdom. When I was near enough I stretched my arm out as far as it would go still keeping an arm’s length between us. I placed my shaky hand in his leather strapped one and like a snake he struck! He tightened his grip on my hand and yanked me into his chest and captured my body in arms so clad with muscles it felt like I had been placed in a tight stone crate. He flipped me round to face the crowd and with one arm around my waist the other went up to stroke my confined hair before fisting the plait. He lent his head down to my ear so only I would hear his words.
“You look oh so beautiful my little Keira girl, I knew your body was made to wear black lace.” He ran his hand over the top of my thigh and up my corseted side causing heat to invade my cheeks until I couldn’t look out into the crowd any longer. I held my eyes shut and fisted my hands until my nails dug into my palms.
“Although I’m not sure I approve of the corset.” At this my eyes flew open and I tried to turn round but his grip tightened and he growled low in his throat.
“Be still or I will rip it off!” He threatened. I froze and I heard a huff of humour from him.
“Ah, so I now know how to get you to comply, good to know.” I took in a deep breath and my mind starting drowning with dread…what would he do?
“Kneel!” What! He wanted me to what! I tensed in his hold and he laughed.
“Do you know why I love black lace Keira?” He asked in that seductive tone of his and when combined with his breath on my neck it did strange things to my insides. I shook my head in answer.
“No? Then let me enlighten you.” He moved behind me and repositioned his arms so that they encircled me and now he had both his hands at the front of my stomach. He flattened his palms on the corset and smoothed his hands up and over my breasts. He then reached the lace that covered my cleavage and gripped the tight material with both hands before pulling suddenly, causing a tear down my breasts. I jumped and looked down to see the lace torn and hung down on either side of the corset allowing my heaving chest to be seen.
“It tears easily. Now kneel, before I give you another demonstration and bare all to see!” I didn’t need a second to think about it as my legs bent. There were plump cushions around the base of his seat from where the last slave had sat adoringly at his feet. I felt humiliated and my adrenaline was pumping around my body waiting for me to attack, run or breakdown. I couldn’t help but look up and see his massive frame towering over me and in that moment he looked like an Olympus God stating his claim. Of course, the next thing that happened proved that image to be more true than not!
With a possessive hand lay on top of my head he waited for the room to go silent and when I saw his eyes mist into a violent red I knew he was controlling the room. I sucked in a breath when every last person in the hall went quiet and didn’t so much as breathe too deeply from fear of making themselves known. Their fear was for a different reason to mine. They didn’t want to incur his wrath and me…well I had just witnessed one man’s control over two hundred people in seconds.
That scared the shit out of me!
“This girl here is Keira, say hi Keira,” he said looking down at me but when I didn’t do anything he bent down and tilted my head back arching my neck as far as it would go.
“Speak little doll,” he whispered and I held back the urge to spit at him. He cocked his head to one side as if trying to read where my thoughts ran but before he got anything I nodded to indicate my compliance.
“Hello,” I said bitterly not talking my lethal glare from his face. He laughed once and straightened up saying,
“Good girl,” before addressing the room once more.
“Keira here is a beautiful little morsel that I know will tempt many of you but Keira here is MINE!” He screamed the last word making everyone flinch back, even Caspian who had tree trunks for arms!
“If anyone so much as looks at her in a way I do not like, well then, Keira here will watch you die! It’s that simple but please…continue, enjoy your evening.” He finished breaking the spell he had held over everyone. Pip was the only one who dared chuckle.
“Oh my Luc, you really know how to get a party started!” She giggled and Adam frowned and then plucked her right out of her seat and onto his lap to restrain her. He snarled when he saw her scarf shift to flash her chest.
“Why do you push me, Squeak?” He asked shaking his head. She winked down at me before turning on the puppy eyes at her husband.
“What’s wrong hubby bubba, don’t you like my outfit?” She twirled a green and blue lock round her finger innocently and from the looks of things Adam wasn’t buying it for one second. He decided not to respond but instead he pulled the scarf from her shoulders and whipped it out and around her breasts before anyone got a look. He pulled it tight against her sk
in and tied it round her back so it now became a tube top that was deep enough so only a thin line of skin showed above her trousers.
“Hey! No fair!” She complained and was about to untie the back when Adam grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. He then used the ends of the scarf to tie her arms to her back.
“Hush!” He snapped and she smiled at his anger but gave in and snuggled closer into his chest. She looked like she was having way too much fun playing this game.
“Shame you’re not wearing a scarf yourself.” Lucius’ voice so close to my ear made me jump. He sounded way too amused when he saw me shiver.
The night dragged on and my legs were starting to cramp, being sat in the same position for so long. I was only allowed to be sat in between his legs on the cushions by his feet. I had tried to move away a few times but he just silently repositioned me back using force and I would find myself with no other choice than to sit like a pet leaning back against the base of his chair.
Like this the only thing left for me was time and it gave me plenty to study the place in great detail but the more I took in, the more freaked out I made myself. For starters the two other people around the same seated area were just as strange looking as the rest but at least Adam and Pip seemed friendly enough towards me. I looked towards Adam and the man sat next to him. He didn’t say one word to anyone and only nodded when spoken to. He was clearly of native American Indian decent, with toffee coloured skin, almond shaped eyes and long silky black raven hair that went straight down in two half’s reaching his naked stomach. He wore maroon coloured material round his legs that looked to be wrapped loosely and tied at his waist. Almost like a skirt with the middle tucked up between his legs.