Ch. 6 NSLG: Not Fucked? #ASMSG


But— nothing, my pale blue eyes widened in horror, and my fists were balls of rage, as I came up off that bed like a flash of light. My jabs meeting his broad chest.

“All this fucking time, it’s been a fucking game—“

Cut off by a hand that clamped down like a vice grip over my lips. “Shut up before he hears you!” I got in one solid shot to his good eye before my arms were rendered useless by his grip. Now he can sport two black eyes!

“Fuck., Sadiyah stop.” By now I was kicking and biting, but I wasn’t a match for Sven. He had me pinned, on my back, and the sterile bed caved below the weight of us.

The air rushed from my lungs when we landed, but his resolve and hold over me was steeled. “You going to behave? Or do I need to get Jason?” His voice grated across my skin like the devil could appear just from him speaking his name, but I nodded my head, desperate for him to tell me answers.

Real, honest answers.

“Sadiyah, if he finds out I told you, it’s over for us both. He will kill us.” Like the prior news wasn’t shocking enough? I barely made a squeak, and laying motionless under him, until once more my head’s like a bobble doll, and his hand slowly creeps away.

“Sven…you can’t be serious. If Seth sent me here, Jason won’t kill me or you.” Logically that’s sensible, but once he repeated it, no longer did it make sense.

“Are you daft? Have you gone mental? Seth doesn’t care if you live or die either. Jason owns him money. In order for him not to break Jason’s knee caps, he must train you to be his pain slut.” Sven’s harsh truths cut through me like a knife, and twisted it one last time, when I wrapped my pretty head around that Seth didn’t give a fuck if I lived or died. He just wanted his money.

“I’m literally and figuratively fucked… is what you are saying, right? That I’m damned if I do, and damned if I don’t. Either way, I’m to be miserable forever, lovely. I thought he loved me…” Poor Sven just stared down as the range of emotions glazed over my eyes like a tumultuous storm.

“No…fuck no. I’m not going to let that happen.” His head shook back and forth, and the dark brooding gaze was one I’d seen often. “Jason’s crossed the line this time. It’s always been consensual. Always. Fuck.” He finally sat up and left me there of my own free will, and neither of us spoke or moved for what seemed like an eternity.

For me, every second in the house was like that, until recently. Sven changed, and I can’t really say when it happened, but I was glad he did. He’s my only chance.

Inching my way from my back, and I crawled to be closer, to be nearer to my only hope. “Please don’t let him kill me, Sven. I’ll do anything you ask, just please?” My voice shook with fear as I begged for my life, while true and honest terror wrenched in my gut. A slow trickle of tears had begun to creep down my cheeks like a whisper of knowledge that I believed in him.

“I’ve a plan Sadi, trust me. In three nights this nightmare will be behind us.” There’s remorse in his voice, the sharpness was nothing I ever felt from him before. Such clarity in those words.

He was leaving his family behind for me.

My faith, my fate, and my future were in his hands.

Please don’t let me be Fucked!

Ch. 5 NSLG: Sold for Training Purposes #ASMSG

I woke feeling like I’d been hit by a Mac truck. I also realized I was in an empty bed, and that bleach smell filled my nostrils once more. My eye lids felt like lead weights, lack of sleep and hysterical crying were to blame. I had finally rolled myself from the bed to find breakfast waiting for me.

Oatmeal. Bland, lifeless, boring oatmeal.

I wasn’t sure why I had been surprised by that, it was always the same thing. I guess I hoped that Sven would be able to change things immediately. I wasn’t sure why I still had hope, it’d done me no good thus far. The Mac truck was an understatement, just the chair across my backside made me yearn for the sanitary bed. I wanted to cry out, tell everyone how much I hurt, inside and out, but I knew it would do no good. It would be a waste of energy.

I was trying to force the bland bites into my mouth, and swallowed, when a soft knock tapped at the door. He wasn’t waiting for an invitation, so I didn’t bother to give one. It was Sven, he hadn’t just left me there, and I felt relief wash across my entire body when the door opened.

Panic ensued as my gaze landed on his face, and the black eye he was sporting. “What happened to you?” I nearly knocked over the wooden chair I was sitting in when I leapt to my feet, and whispered foot falls had us toe to toe in no time.

“Jason happened, and we need to talk.” He batted my hand away as I tried to touch his eye, and my stomach dropped. He wasn’t on my side at all. He just wanted me to fuck him without giving him trouble. I convinced myself of so many things before I even gave him a chance to say anything.

“So…talk.” My eyes closed as images of last night flashed through my mind, first of Jason and the torment, then of Sven. I turned away, and made quick work of putting distance between he and I.

“I tried to convince Jason he should tell you the truth, but he has insisted that we keep you in the dark.” I never heard him sound so defeated before, he always had been the nicest of the three, and after last night I thought he was going to save me, but now he was ready to just give up?

“Tell me the truth about what?” I said as I whirled around to face him. “Keep me in the dark about—what?” I stepped back as he began to stalk towards me. He hadn’t made me want to run away, until that moment. “Sven..stop being so cryptic and just tell me. It can’t be worse that knowing what I know now. I am slave 297 that Jason thinks is a blast to torture.” I said with a squeak as I ran out of room. The backs of my knees buckled, and I found myself falling onto the bed, and Sven loomed over me like bad news.

“Your former owner sold you to Jason for training. Once it is complete he will accept you back.” I couldn’t do anything but shake my head.

The thought had run through my mind, but—

Ch. 4 NSLG: Eventually, I will say it.

My ticket out eventually, but for that moment I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, and I let him take me to my personal hell. Sven bathed, soothed, and even cooed at me a few times. He was like a completely different man. Maybe he knew that I couldn’t take much more mentally. Every time he would drag the cloth over the welts on my back, I cringed as if it were shards of glass. I don’t remember how many times he apologized, but I knew that was the turning point for us.

Sven laid me across the thin, crisp white sheets that reminded me of my grandmother’s spare bedroom. The smell even reminded me, very sanitary and bleached. That feeling and those smells soon were forgotten for a more manly scent of booze, and more muscular frame. He was atop me, and my deer in the headlight look was probably as perplexing to him as it was me. It was Sven, what was I scared about? It wasn’t the first time. And now knowing my fate, it surely wouldn’t be the last time either.

“I am sorry Jason did that to you, Sadiyah.” He whispered across my lips, and I pressed mine into his, and it was magical. Every kiss we shared before was forced, and for the most part unwelcome. That kiss was different, the passion overwhelmed me, and engulfed me so deeply I forgot about my wounds, and I closed the distance between us.

He broke the kiss long enough to request something, “Sadiyah, in the morning we need to talk, but for right now—let’s just pretend it’s just us, and nothing else matters?” Something I wasn’t sure I could do, but what choice did I really have?

He was my only chance.

I nodded my head, and he crushed his lips once more into mine, while his hands tweaked and tugged at my hardening nipples. My fingers scraped and clawed their way down his back, until reaching his ass. His hips pushed down into mine, the head of his cock made that familiar journey to the promise land. My guttural moans muffled by his demanding tongue that had me all aflame. My pussy ached by the time he slammed his cock into me, and my tight walls clamped down around him as if we were made for one another.

“Please don’t hurt me…” I gasped between Sven’s electrified kisses, only to be mewling the next moment, as he answered my request with thrust after thrust of his cock, deeper and further into me.

“You are mine Sadiyah— say it and I will make this all better. Say it!” He growled with that intensity a man gets just about the time he was going to blow his load, except that wasn’t why. It was because he truly had become my savior in that terrible mess of a life we were dumped, and I had someone on my side, finally. I answered at first with a melody of erotic cries and seductive words, and together we made love for hours.

We laid spent in that now, not so sanitary bed, and I whispered, “I’m yours, Sven. I’m yours.” Inching closer to him, and he cradled me into his arms, and once more he soothed and cooed at me just as he had in the bath. Tomorrow he would tell me the truth.


Ch. NSLG: 3 Slave 297 #ASMSG

(Continued from The Not So Lucky Girl Novella)

Fuck was right.

And shit, damn, piss, hell, and fuck should have come out in a stream of words, but nothing came. My entire body jerked forward from the snap, and the delivery of that single-tail whip slicing through my backside. There were two reasons those words that were screaming over and over in my head never made it to the surface. The pain and I couldn’t breath, the gasp and rush of air back into my lungs only spurred Jason further. Once more the piercing swoosh of the whip spliced through the air in the opposite direction. It peeled like butter through my shoulder-blade. The chains rattled as I lurched forward losing my balance for a moment, but Sven helped me regain it. He was right there with his strong arms tightly enveloping me. I felt safe. No one but me knew what he said, but the important part was I heard it.

“Don’t show fear, he gets off on it.” That was easy for him to say, he wasn’t the one strung up and being beating by a crazy, mad man.

I was…and I was terrified.

My eyes closed and I tried to imagine myself being anywhere but there. Sven perhaps knew I needed a moment, and coughed really loudly and uncontrollably for what seemed like a good minute or maybe more. The coughing grew distant, but I didn’t open my eyes, so I had no idea what they were doing. I knew that with each splice of that whip through my flesh I couldn’t control the way my body lunged, and it seemed to be expected. I could however control how it made me react, so the next slice across my skin, I let the hot fiery feeling resonate through me and it embraced me like a long, lost lover. The lover I had left behind.

Maybe my former lover sold me to him? That thought threw my entire mind out of whack, and the next strike cut through me like a rain of fire, and I cried out.

“Please stop…Please I am begging you, please stop!” I grasped, and desperately my fingers clung to the chains that held me bound, no way to run, and nowhere to hide, so I begged.

“You want me to stop do you?”He whispered to me. The pain was so grievous, I hadn’t realized he was breathing down my neck, and his words licked at my ear coercing me to beg further.

And I did.

“Yes…please I’ll do anything, just please stop.” I would’ve grovel at his feet if allowed. I wasn’t in my right mind, the thought that my owner, my former lover had a hand in all this was just too much for me to wrap my pretty little head around.

“You will do anything regardless of your begging. You will learn 297,” he said it all so casually, like a business deal that was being made between the two of us, except I was barely coherent, and if not for those chains, I would have been a ball of mush on the floor.

“You are my property. You will do as I say, what pleases me.” His hands were lightly tracing over his handy work. Jason’s strong fingers poked and prodded over each little cut, scrap, and scratch from his assault.

I agreed, of course I agreed by nodding my head like a puppet on a string.

His mouth brushed over my ear with just a hint of a whispered breath before he spoke. “You are delicious. Maybe you will earn a name my little 297. But for tonight I must leave you.” The chill in the air was almost instantaneous.

My eyes flew open, and the room was dark, and I was alone. Sven was nowhere to be found, and the devil left me hanging there. Literally and figuratively. And for the first time since arriving I wanted Jason to come back, to forgive me and not leave me there. The thought was completely absurd, but at that moment sanity was not on my side. The darkness consumed me, and so did the horrible thoughts of what had happened, and what was going to happen?

“FUCK! Please don’t leave me alone. Come back…please?” I knew that no one would come, they never came. I screamed night after night for the first week I arrived, and it was as if the rooms were sound proof, or they were completely heartless, probably both.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably more like a few hours, Sven wrapped his strong arms around my slumped and half asleep body.

“No…please I will be good.” I whimpered, but he put his finger over my lips.

“Shh. I am supposed to wait another hour, but I couldn’t. If he hears us, we are both dead.” One by one I was removed from my bonds. He scooped me up into his arms, and that was when I knew I had someone on my side.

Sven just might be my ticket out.

Ch. 2 NSLG: Plans can always change

(Continued from The Not So Lucky Girl)

They always stuck to the plan. There was never a deviation of the plan. That was one thing that was stressed to me from day one. Each brother had his position within the hierarchy of this slave house. There were other women; I had seen them in passing a few times. I knew I wasn’t the only one, but I was the only one standing before Jason in the living room.

The hand on my shoulder brought me to my knees, and my body bent, and slowly I folded down. I knew what request was being made of me, and that was to bow to his will, his whim. My lips barely there at the top of his foot, I waited for him to approve, or correct. In the few weeks I had been there, I hadn’t gotten it right, yet.

Jason’s voice broke the silence that rescued me from the terrifying voices in my head. “Try again slave 297.” I tried to forget that name. It wasn’t a name at all, but what good did my name do? Certainly didn’t bring the luck that it promised.

Both my hands were placed on either side of his foot, pressing up from the floor, and I let my eyes lift only high enough to see his chin. “Yes Master.” I swallowed down the bile that rose in my throat. And I considered what it was that I had incorrectly performed.

I made sure it was slow, and a teasing torment of my body as it lowered down just inches from his foot. My lips were a whisper away from the top of his foot once more, my breath so hot I felt it brush across my blushing cheeks. Each sultry dip of my body brought me closer, hovering before my lips finally pressed to the top of his foot. Soft, sensual touches were given to my captor, my Master.

“Better. Get up 297. We have things to discuss.” His voice was like shards of glass against my skin. It was deep, and sultry, but I knew the venom behind each word. He was cruel, sadistic, and I did not wish to cross him… again.

I learned my lesson the first time. He spit on me, and I clawed at his face. I sported a black eye for a week after that, like I said I learned that lesson. Slowly I peeled my body from the floor and once again I was kneeling with my bare ass pressed to the heels of my feet. He had turned away from me and it gave me time to study him. It would be a lie to say that the man was not handsome. In fact if we met under different circumstances, like he wasn’t a complete fucked up individual, I would date the man. However that was not the case at all.

Jason was tall, handsome, and sexually appealing, if you aren’t kidnapped by him, and held against your will. His dark brown hair caught the light, and it turned shades of gold and red. My pale blue eyes met his chin, when he turned to face me. “I haven’t even told my brothers this, so you will be the first to know. I plan to keep you as my slave 297.” The deep tone of his voice mesmerized me, but only for a moment.

My head began to shake back and forth, and my programmed response as a human being came crashing forth. “Nooooo. Nooooo. Nooooo. You can’t. I am not a slave. I am Sadiyah Ghosh and I am free.” The words erupted, but so did my right cheek with pain, as the back of his hand sent me flying across the floor. I landed with a thud, and barely regained my senses, before he snatched me up by my hair. He was a fraction of an inch from me, and I shook like the leaves of a tree in a terrible spring thunderstorm.

“You are whatever I say you are 297. I would think after our last meeting on this subject you had learned your lesson. Guess not?” The husky whisper spoke of sensual promises, yet delivered vicious harsh truths that spilled like spoiled milk across my ear. My tears were hot and wet as they rolled down my cheek. I grasped at his hand that made its way around my throat.

“Please? I am sorry. I am so–” I never got to finish that sentence. The very air that we see as vital to live was no longer a freedom I was allowed. Jason’s hand squeezed until I was sure my eyes would bulge right out of their sockets. Then I was dropped to the floor like a rag doll.

I gasped and croaked for the lifeline of oxygen to fill my lungs. I collapsed onto the wooden floor. I wasn’t sure how long I laid there, but Sven always seemed to be there to pick me up the pieces of me that Jason left behind. He stared into my eyes, and shook his head. “I told you to be quiet. You messed it up big time. I’m sorry.” He barely whispered. I wasn’t even sure I caught everything he said. I messed what up big time? I wanted to ask him, but he drug me across the floor like an old discarded piece of furniture. I was in survival mode, so anything I could think to save me, I was willing to do.

“Please don’t kill me. I will do anything. Please Master…please.” Sven just shook his head as he continued what he was doing. Ignoring my pleas until he saw fit to listen. Again my hair being yanked was what brought me to my feet, and I cried out in pain.

“He won’t kill you. I already told you that. He however is going to hurt you…” His voice trailed off as I was strung up by my wrists like a puppet on a string. Each cuff was attached to a chain, that was attached to an eye-bolt in the ceiling. I was barely left flat-footed due to the shortened length of the steel links, purposefully. The same was done to my ankles, which were bolted to the floor, by a very limited chain on either side. He didn’t care that I was sobbing, nor did he care that my left eye was swollen shut. What he did care about was that he followed his brother’s orders. And I was going nowhere, and Sven gave me one more apologetic look, and then I felt him before I saw him.

Jason, the devil himself had returned.