Iris
It has been three months since Joella was taken away. I knew this cause I spent most of my time counting days since she was taken. The cell beside me was empty,no slaves had been brought there.
With Joella gone,there was no one to stop me from speaking defiantly. I was always getting into trouble. The sound of a whistle was heard and all the slaves immediately rose up. The guards went to each cell to open them.
One approached my cell and unlocked it, he shouted at me to move fast. I shot a glare at him and I regretted it immediately,he had seen me. He fished out a horse whip from his waist and whipped my back.
“Ahhh!!!” I shrieked in pain. I didn't need to be told twice to move. I joined the long train of slaves currently moving to the bath arena where we had out bath.
“Walk faster wretched slaves!!” A guard bellowed and I cringed at this.
The older ones could not walk faster and the guards did not hesitate to lash on their barks with the whips. Their groans filled the hall. My eyes stung with tears as I watched this.I wondered if the guards didn't have mothers for them to be so heartless treating elderly ones like that.
A middle aged woman beside me was walking slowly as a result of the beatings, I feared for her. She was going to get beaten again, I wanted to do something. The girl at my back noticed me and dragged me back before I could do anything.
“Don't do that!” She cautioned in a low voice.
“You will only put the woman and yourself in more trouble.”
I gritted my teeth in anger but listened to her eventually.
We soon got to the bathing arena, a large space with a few buckets of water.
“How are we all going to bathe with this little amount of water?” I asked the blonde girl who had stopped me earlier in shock.
She shrugged, “It's the survival of the fittest here. If you don't manage to wash even a little,there would be severe consequences.
The guards started a countdown of thirty seconds. The whole place was in disarray as slaves rushed to get water on their bodies. I was hit in the midst of this chaos.
I ran as fast as I could to a bucket of water and quickly poured it on my body. When thirty seconds was over, those who had managed to get water on their bodies were asked to match to the Slaves diner while those who weren't able to do so were dragged away by the guards.
As I walked to the Slaves diner,my eyes roamed the hall looking for the blonde girl. I felt a tap on my shoulder, “Hey it's me, don't. Don't look back. My name is Carla, what's yours? She whispered.
“Iris.” I whispered back.
At the slave diner, a meal of rotten potatoes and water was already served. The guards started another count down,this time twenty seconds. We all started to rush the food, I almost puked.
As we walked back to our cells, Carla was yet again behind me.
“I heard the grand auction will take place tomorrow.” A woman beside me whispered to the person at her front.
“Really?” The person asked.
The conversation caught my interest as I leaned a bit towards her while walking.
“This auction is quite different from the others,it is for the highest elites of the society.” She whispered again. Other slaves looked at her obviously interested in her whisper tales.
Before I could hear more,she was already pushed into her cell. Carla had been taken to her cell too. As I was pushed into my cell, the thought of the grand auction filled my head and I prayed I wouldn't be picked tomorrow.
I sat up for some hours, before drifting to sleep.
I was awoken from my sleep by some voices,I sat up and looked around. I could hear the sounds of cells unlocking. The guards were here and they were picking slaves. Today was the grand auction.
I moved to a corner in my cell and sat down, while praying to not be picked. Unfortunately,my prayers were not answered. I was shaking with fear when the guards reached my cell and unlocked it.
“Pretty one isn't it?” I heard one of the guards say.
“Yeah, especially her eyes. She would definitely fetch a lot of money.” Another said.
“Get her.” Their leader commanded.
No no no,this can't be it, I thought.
They grabbed the chain on my neck and pulled me, dragging me along with the others they had picked. They stopped in front of a carriage, the guards exchanged glances before bringing out handkerchiefs from their pockets.
The handkerchiefs were pressed on my nose along with the others, forcing me to inhale a strong substance. I kicked and struggled till I finally blacked out.
I didn't know how much time had passed since I blacked out. I tried to open my eyes but I could feel a resistance, I was blind folded. Then I noticed something was off,I couldn't feel the slave's uniform on my body.
That was when it dawned on me as a cool breeze hit my skin, I was naked.
Tears flowed from my eyes but the blind fold absorbed it. I could hear the voices of people chattering endlessly.
“Push them out!” A voice bellowed.
I heard whimpers as we were soon pushed out of the carriage. I was dragged by someone despite the fact that I was naked. My skin was burning and tearing,I was sure I was bleeding.
The dragging stopped and the blind fold was removed. I looked around and saw we were in a small room, I saw the young boys and girls from earlier. Some were crying their eyes out while others looked broken.
Like me,they were all bleeding from the drag. Soon a guard came inside with a whip and dragged a timid looking girl,her brown eyes darted back and forth as the guard took her.
From the room,I could hear a man’s voice shouting “fifty thousand dollars going once!!”
“Going twice,gone!!”
“Sold to Mr Beckett!!”
After that, I could hear people applauding. The guard came inside the room again,he walked towards me. He dragged me out,he pushed me towards the stage.
I could see the hall filled with men and even women,looking at me like I was a prey. I closed my legs and tried to cover my br**sts with my hands,but a guard pushed my arms away. I covered it again which resulted in a whip landing on my back.
I screamed in pain,but the people were clearly enjoying it. I saw a bald headed man, dressed in a jumpsuit move towards me.
“Look at her!!”. I heard him say,his voice was very loud.
“The perfect slave whore for any elite, her seductive blue eyes which can make any one high. Her soft milky skin is very pleasing to touch.” His voice boomed as he spoke, advertising me like I was a product.
I looked at them all with disgust and hatred in my eyes.
“Looking at her luscious lips, imagine what these lips can go as they go down on you….”he drawled, taking satisfaction at the lecherous and lust-filled looks the crowd of elites were giving me.
Then he started the bidding.
“As she is such a beautiful slave,the most beautiful of all the slaves today. Do you agree?” He asked and I could see them shamelessly nod.
“We will start from…” He paused. Then his voice boomed again.
“Thirty thousand gold coins,we shall start from that.” He continued.
“ Five hundred thousand gold coins!” A man shouted,and the crowd applauded.
“Five hundred thousand gold coins going once!!”
“Going twice.” His voice boomed.
“ Eight hundred thousand gold coins!!” A woman said with pride.
Rich people are crazy, I muttered despite my condition.
The bald man was smiling as he said:
“Eight hundred thousand going once.”
“Going twice.”
“Three hundred million gold coins.” A deep voice said calmly.
Iris’s pov I withdrew my hands from Damon. His expression shifted suddenly, his tone turned so cold that the story I’d been preparing as a cover slipped entirely from my mind. His gaze was sharp, unforgiving. It didn’t seem like he’d accept any made-up excuse. “Iris,” he called my name again, his voice snapping me back to reality. The anger in his expression frightened me more than anything. “I had them while I was making dinner,” I said, trying to sound confident as I gestured to the small scratch on my arm. “It’s just a little cut. Nothing serious.” I risked a glance at his face. To my surprise, he showed no expression at all. That might’ve been a good thing... maybe. Still, my eyes drifted to the wound on his side. The gash near his stomach looked more serious than mine. “I’ll get the kit. You’re injured too,” I offered, attempting to get off his lap. But Damon’s arms tightened around my waist, pulling me back
Damon’s povUnder the dim glow of the small lamp beside the couch, Iris’s beauty was quietly illuminated, her long eyelashes casting delicate shadows across her flawless, gentle face.I pulled her into my arms, carrying her petite body to the room. Just as I laid her gently on the bed, her ocean-blue eyes met mine. I might have woken her, perhaps I hadn’t been gentle enough, or maybe her sleep was simply light.It had been two days since I’d left her alone here. I’d missed her soft presence. Leaning down, I kissed her forehead tenderly.“Did I wake you?” I asked, my eyes flicking to her lips.“No… no, you didn’t,” she murmured, attempting to sit up, I felt her body suddenly become tensed Up.“I… I made dinner. It’s on the table. Though, I…” she stammered, was she always scared around me or maybe she was tundering because she had just woken up.“How did you know I’d be back today?” I asked casually while loosening my tie.“I… I don’t know,” she paused, her fingers nervously fidgeting,
Damon’s pov“So ridiculous.”“Sir Damon, these are already enacted in your father’s will, and nothing can change that. Only acting accordingly would save us all a great deal of stress,” the head of the board of directors said, his confident gaze betraying a refusal to take ‘no’ for an answer.“It’s funny how you speak so much, yet can’t compare to a normal business suggestion,” I said with a smirk.“Da…mo…” The head of the board stood abruptly. “Sir Damon!” he bellowed, slamming his palm against the table.“Hey, hey, calm down, old man,” I teased, deliberately trying to provoke him.He slowly sat down, adjusting his tie with an embarrassed look on his face. I chuckled. He’d let his emotions take control.He was the head of directors, yet his desperation was almost pathetic. If this was the state of the man at the top, what could be said of those under him?I chuckled again. Clearly, I’d exposed the limits of his narrow reasoning.“S…Sir Damon,” another voice croaked from the end of th
Damon's povArghhhh…A loud, satisfying groan tore from my captive's throat, more therapeutic than any drug.I sat lazily in the dim basement, watching Zach Guard scream as his middle fingers were hacked off. The air was thick with his pain, the metallic scent of blood lingering like incense.Lighting a cigarette, I let the smoke curl upward into the gloom. I only smoked when I was about to torture someone, but this one didn’t excite me. I was bored with him.Kicking off the ash, I let it fall near the bastard who’d dared ruin everything, and even dared to brainwash Iris.He was the reason I hadn’t gotten to truly have her.I still remembered her disappointed expression when I left that night without so much as a backward glance. But now… now she was warming up to me. Her eyes burned with desire, even through her bashful attempts to hide it.I had noticed every tiny gesture, how her cheeks flushed when I teased her, how her lips trembled when she leaned in to kiss me, how her grip ti
Iris’s povI rolled out several bandages, wrapping them around Damon’s wound, but no matter how much I used, the blood kept oozing out.Glancing at Damon, I was startled to find a casual look on his face, as though he wasn’t in pain, as though what I was doing had no effect on him.“I think you should call Doctor Kendrick,” I whispered, barely audible. I didn’t want him to get upset with me for making a suggestion.I was his slave, his pet. I had no right to scold him or ask for anything, not even freedom.“You’re already doing just fine,” Damon said, lying back with his eyes closed. “There’s no need for Kendrick.” he said, placing the other Hands at the back of his head.I sighed deeply, feeling nervous about what I was doing. I pulled out the blood-soaked bandage. Reaching for the cotton wool, I soaked it with disinfectant, something to clean the wound and help stop the bleeding. I hadn’t done anything like this before, but since being with Damon, it felt like I’d always known how.
Iris’s POV“I’ll make sure to tattoo my name on your neck.”Damon’s words resounded in my head.But what was more surprising was the sudden, angered expression he pulled right after watching the news.“Yvonne Enterprise in A City Went Ablaze.”He had stumbled out of the mansion almost immediately. Even being in the same space, watching the screen made me nervous.The man who had been all smiles, seemingly in a good mood, suddenly turned cold, his expression dangerous. The temperature in the room dropped.Grabbing the car keys, he threw on his trench coat.With large, purposeful strides, he stormed out of the mansion.Sitting down, doing nothing in particular, was the worst. But I had gotten used to Damon's absence, he was never always at home.Turning to the balcony room, I stood at the edge, watching the bright city. It was always the best view from this angle.With the unique scent of roses in the air, it struck me that it had been months since I last saw them. I couldn’t help but t
Damon’s povStorming down to the basement, I smashed the computers hard on the floor, anger boiling in my veins."Boss, I didn’t understand how it happened. We had only….”"Nothing more than you guys letting your guards down!" I yelled, cutting him off , my voice shaking with fury."Zach!!!" I couldn’t help screaming his name, slamming my fist into the concrete wall.The cold wind couldn’t calm the fire burning inside me. The sudden change in weather seemed more than a coincidence. My bones felt as heavy and numb as my thoughts."Search for his location, now!" I barked. "David and James, come with me afterwards." I instructed, Stumping out of the basement.With that, I hopped into the car, slamming my foot on the accelerator as I tore out into the road.David and James followed in the black car behind me, almost the same pace as mine.At full speed, I weaved through traffic, ignoring the red lights as they blurred past. Car Horns and drivers' complaints echoed through.I was determin
Iris’s POVWaking up, I felt the rails of the sun directly on my face.“Arghh,” I growled in pain as I tried to stand. Turning around, I felt a hard, firm, fleshy-like surface. It was soft yet solid, with hand loops, as I ran my fingers over it, counting the steps as I moved it closer.“Who did well, Iris?”“Me… or Zach?”Recalling Damon’s words, my eyes snapped open, meeting his jade ones as they trailed down my body.An awkward nervousness washed over me. Damon’s body, was that hard yet soft, fleshy skin I had been touching?“I-I’m sorry… I’m… sor…ry,” I stammered, sitting up. My numb bones cracked loudly. “Arghhh…” I bowed slightly, apologizing.“I’m sorry, Master,” I said, turning to get out of bed, but before I could make a move, I felt firm arms pulling me back.“Who asked you to leave? And… what did you call me?” Damon’s hoarse voice rumbled from above me.I wanted to dig a hole and bury my embarrassed self inside it. “Master… I’m sorry. I had…..”“Even after fixing two finger
Damon’s POV>>>Readers, read at your own risk>>>>“Arghh… Damon, please…” Iris moaned, her voice cracking as I sucked on her bubs.I kissed along her soft, smooth skin, the taste of her sending a jolt through me.I clutched her narrow waist, my fingers tightening slightly as I massaged it. My lips trailed lower, each kiss drawing a shiver down her spine until I reached her nerves… then further down to her pale, milky clit, already trembling.Her legs spread willingly. Her body tensed as I inserted a finger, rubbing and rolling it over her little peach-wet holes.“Mmm… Damon… please…” she moaned louder now, each thrust of my finger pulling a cry from her lips. I wanted to ruin her softly, then break her open completely.She’d left me starved too long. I held my throbbing erection, letting my fingers rotate on her wet, aching pussy.“Arghhh!” she cried out, voice raw, pleasure beading across her forehead. She shut her eyes, screaming for each thrust of my fingers.“Scream my name, love,