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DevilsReef — Devil's Reef Chapter V
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{Fifth Entry}When the bathers came for me, I was standing at the window, although I could not remember waking. The sun hung high, and the view was spectacular. I could see the ocean, even barely make out the docks. There was a breeze, rustling birds out of their hiding places. In the distance, I could hear the voices of workers, but the trees and rooftops prevented me from seeing anything. I was startled by a hand on my shoulder. The bathers had arrived. I did not fight them this time, but would not allow them to touch me. We entered the tub, and after some struggle, they convinced me to let myself be chained.
They removed my cloth, one stifling a gasp, bringing a chuckle from one of his compatriots.
“Nice size, ain’t he?”
I glared at him and was about to kick him away.
“It’s not that... The master fed...”
This roused a form of shamed interest from the bathers, as a they quietly went about their duties. I would try to pull away, only to be met with patronizing smiles and one crude, though private, tongue gesture from the bather assigned to braiding gold into my hair. The bathers finished their task, hauling me off of the chained wall, returning my measly wardrobe -freshly cleaned- to my waist.
My body was granted another topping of coconut oil, with what appeared to be vanilla tainting my hair. The mirrors about the bathroom walls revealed a sight to disgust me. The shine of the oil seemed to illuminate every curve, every muscle. Right up to my silken, perfumed locks I was a specimen of lust. I wanted my robe, to hide the sight of what my body had become.
I stumbled into the main room, finding my robe laid out on the bed. The workers seemed to clean up and leave as quickly as they had come. Silently, I bid them good riddance. A familiar knock came, and Joshua appeared in the door with his tray of food. His stride was more reserved, and I detected a possible limp in his step, though he tried to conceal it. He set the tray down on the bar, almost jumping, wincing, when he turned to find me beside him. His arms still bore the bruises and welts of what I would assume was his master’s handiwork. In fact, his body seemed to be riddled with the painful marks. Joshua tried to keep his distance out of shame and for the pain that touching him might cause.
“Did he do this to you?”
“The master is very aggressive. He wanted to test me...to see if I was worthy of you.”
“As if I would hurt you.”
The words came so easily, so firmly that I was as startled as he to hear them. I decided to change the subject, eying the tray of food menacingly. Joshua assured me the tray was not tainted, that the master wanted me to...reserve my strength. I crept nearer to him, intimidating him, his nose tasting at the oil on my chest. Dipping my fingers into the tray, I retrieved a piece of pulled meat so tender it danced through my fingers. Joshua watched me eat it as he had never food in his life. I offered him a piece of mine, which he timidly accepted, using the hidden opportunity to gaze upon my chest, his eyes fixated on the curve just below my right nipple.
“You’re staring again.”
“What?”
I turned, but I could feel his eyes following me, as if my flesh had powers of Medusa. I couldn’t imagine he was thinking of anything foul during that moment, just a longing to touch and be touched. I picked the robe off of the bed, donning it to break the spell. It worked, though I caught him sneaking glances within its folds as if there was some part of my chest he had not noticed before. He was the same old Joshua, though battered and slow-moving. In a morbid, indignant sense, his behavior amused me. The fact that I could treat him like this, to toy with his affections, is what disgusted me the most about him. I sat on the bed to contemplate this, as he eagerly delivered the tray to my side. It hurt him to scurry like he did, even more to simply set down the food. I could still see the indentions of his master’s fingers and palms in his sides, as well as welts and little blisters where the skin had been pulled and forced. As Joshua set up the food, I felt myself reaching out to caress one of the scratches just below his rib. He jumped at the touch, but not away. Instead, he shivered and froze, humiliation filling his cheeks as he looked away. Almost instinctively, he set down the goblet in his hand and positioned himself as if he were waiting to be flailed.
The motion appalled me, mostly because it reminded me why I was here. I backed away from the bed and a bemused Joshua, who looked down upon himself to feel sheepish about his actions. I was even more startled when he tried to calm me.
“Hunter, please try to understand. You’re not like me. The master would never let any harm come to you. He loves you, more than he loves the rest of us. He knows how...resilient...you are. He wants to give you every pleasure available to him. That includes me.”
I could not believe this creature before me defending the creature that had trapped me here. Joshua was reading my expression like graffiti on a wall.
“I never got to explain the system to you, did I? Now is the best time as any. Please sit. Eat... The doctor will be here tonight to examine you. Please cooperate when he does. I will not lie to you, the experience is not pleasant, but because the master regards you as a treasure, it will not be as traumatic as most of us have had.”
This revelation shook my senses.
“Doctor? Examination?”
Joshua smiled quietly, returning to his duties of food preparation. I approached him again, and he froze. As gently as I could, I took his arm and turned him toward me. I gave him an examination of my own, despite the awkward closeness. In my years at sea, I had learned to treat wounds such as his, even if just to rub plant juices on them. He had been cleaned following the assault, so that was one less worry. He stood perfectly still, careful not to make eye contact, which was fine with me. Despite my best efforts be gentle, he would still wince, especially when I touched the finger marks. Resolved, I looked at him.
“Did he do this to you the first time?”
Joshua’s face turned confusion.
“Well, surely you weren’t born here... You had to come from somewhere. Did your...master...do this to you then?”
“Oh no, most of us don’t even get the privilege of seeing of seeing the master when we are brought. Myself, I was on a work detail. We thought we were coming to the insides of the island to do some repairs on the manor. Extra work, extra pay, you know.”
The innocence in his voice and eyes never ceased to confound me. I sat as he finished preparing the food with a soft smile, placing his goblet in my hand before pouring a sweet red drink.
“What is this?”
“Wine from grapes grown on the south side of the island. Workers are often brought in to tend to them.”
“Workers...like you?”
“Sailors mostly. If they even know about the manor, they certainly haven’t been here. The island houses them temporarily in exchange for work and supplies. Sometimes they bring slaves just to work in the fields.”
“How do you know all this?”
“When you are here as long as I am, you tend to learn things.”
I wanted to ask him how long he had been here, because he didn’t look any more than about twenty years of age, if that. His eyes, still shining with innocence, held a sadness brought by years of abuse. His body, ravaged and bruised, still held its youthful vitality. I drank the goblet of its contents and ate with more greed than I had anticipated. Joshua had apparently snuck some ointments with the meal, and was busy tends to his wounds in the washroom. Once in a while I would hear him cry out and groan. I was still gorging myself when he reappeared.
“Delicious, is it not?”
I nodded, ripping the flesh off what I assumed was some sort of giant chicken leg. He offered me more wine, which I happily accepted.
“The kitchen makes some wonderful meals. Once one of the guests ordered duck in some sort of mango dressing. He let me have some. It was wonderful.”
I swallowed a gulp of wine, almost ashamed of the spectacle I was making, but I was so hungry. I didn’t even remember being hungry before then. Joshua just smiled.
“Someday you will get to see the kitchen, and the rest of the manor. In the daytime, however, when the master and his guests are resting. Eventually, you will be let out at night, but only to attend the master’s chamber.”
I scowled. Joshua was almost patronizing.
“Please do not look at me like that. The master may only wish to know how you are fairing, if everything here is to your liking. Or he may just have guests there and want to show you off. More than likely you won’t be touched except to be pampered. Now that doesn’t sound so bad.”
I swallowed long enough to mutter something about being a harem girl. It was Joshua’s turn to scowl.
“We are not...harem girls. We provide an essential need for our lord and his guests as well as maintain the home. In return we receive room and board and in time, a chance to go away from here.”
“To go away from here.” Those words caught my attention like a jab in the arm.
“Go away how?”
Joshua fidgeted.
“Go away how?”
“Well, if one of the guests takes a particular interest in you, which they can’t because you are the master’s favorite, they can make a the master an offer...”
“You mean you can be sold.”
“Not exactly. A trade can be arranged, or a favor owed...”
“Sold.”
“Sold.”
“So at a moment’s notice, you can be sold to one of these guests?”
“Not now, thanks to you.”
There was a heavy feeling of relief in his voice. He was grateful to me. Perhaps that was why he allowed me to treat him so coldly at times, or at least I hoped it was. He began to clean up the tray, offering another chance at wine. I waved it away, more interested in his words than his drink.
“What happened? Why you?”
“Must we speak about this?”
It was obvious that the memory served him no merriment. I did not wish him this pain, but if his answer revealed a means of escape, I needed to know. Joshua decided to change the subject back to the scheduled examination.
“I am telling you about the examination to calm you, to let you know exactly what will happen. I will be there to assist the doctor, and the master will be present to assure there are no mistakes.”
I arched a brow at the word “mistakes.”
“The doctor is thorough. You will be given medicines to guard against island diseases, looked over for past histories of illness, and marked.”
“Marked.”
“The master wishes to assure to that should you be abducted-“
“Or escape...”
“That won’t happen. Should you be abducted, the master will be able to track you through his network, whereas you can be identified by your marks.”
“So it’s a branding. Stars above, we are not slaves but cattle. Your master has a thing for cattle.”
No more did the last word escape my lips when I felt the brunt of Joshua’s palm against my cheek. The terror shot through his eyes even before I caught his arm on recoil. He screamed in pain, not from my grip but from the fresh bruises. I threw him to the floor, where instead of scurrying away he simply curled up, covering his head. I felt the urge the urge kick him, but I saw that the back of his had cloth fallen away from his body. Aside from an odd looking scar carved into his flesh, I saw burn marks. Fresh burn marks. He was trembling, expecting the impact of my foot in his side.
I removed myself, walking to the washroom to look at my reddened cheek. Peeking out, I saw Joshua slowly pulling himself up on the bedpost, where he proceeded to clean the tray and take it to the bar.
“I’m sorry for grabbing you.”
“I deserved it.”
“How can you love something that does that to you?”
“Are you referring to the master...or yourself?”
I could not answer. Instead, I looked at Joshua and asked him how to remove my cloth so I could clean the oil off of me. It was terribly greasy and had gotten on some of the food. Joshua assured me that the bathers would return later before the doctor’s arrival. Like a concerned mother, he examined my cheek. I explained that I could say I hit the pillar somehow. He arched a brow and grumbled that pillars don’t leave hand prints. I wanted to probe him with all sorts of questions that I knew may never have answers.
Joshua pulled out a scroll from on of the bedside tables and asked me if I had seen it yet. I realized I had never bothered to look inside those drawers. Joshua laughed cynically and said his first nights he never noticed the drawers in his room either. While I was curiously rummaging, my companion attempted to explain this obscure chart. I admit I did not pay much attention at first, mostly because I was handling small bits of cloth and rope, and several containers of oil.
“You must memorize this chart, Hunter...”
“Why does he need rope when there are shackles all over the place?”
“Screamers.” I dropped the rope. “Now back to the chart...a few of these he may ask of you tonight...”
I looked at it, but could only see pictures of would I only describe as little hand gestures lined up in formation.
“Point at one and I will show you what it means.”
Absently, I pointed to the middle of the list. Joshua turned pale, looked at me, and slid down to his knees before me, spreading my thighs before I could stop him. He stayed there, staring at my left thigh.
“The master fed...”
His voice was horse and all color had escaped his face.
“Is...the master not allowed to feed?”
“You are pure.”
“Meaning? The bastard had his fun on the very first night.”
Joshua was so serious it startled me. I told him, and his expression became ever more somber. There was heaviness about him that I could not understand. I smiled weakly and pointed to another set of figures on the chart. He gave me a look like he thought I was plum out of my mind, turned to the steps, crawled halfway down, spread his legs, rested on his forearms, wincing slightly, and looked at me.
“And...which of these is on the menu tonight?”
Joshua laughed, even though it hurt him to do so. His mind seemed to wander off, possibly to his master feeding from me. He slowly pulled himself out of the awkward position, returning to the bed.
“I worry that may not have been the master that fed from you.”
“Why would it be anyone else? You never told me your master had a twin...”
“No twin. A trick of illusion.”
“You lost me.”
“An imposter. One who may have disguised himself to look like the master. His...behavior...seemed familiar.”
“Familiar? Like he’s the one who has hurt you before?”
“I told you, the master is very aggressive.”
For once, Joshua seemed annoyed. In a way, I found it comforting.
“So who was this stranger that nibbles thighs and burns soft parts?”
Joshua glared at me with the heat of three suns. I had to laugh.
“Never mind. You refuse to take this seriously. And I went to his chambers willingly. If it was who I thought it was, I would have taken every precaution to avoid him. He was one of my first experiences here, and one of the most unpleasant. He was the one bidding for me. He and a companion, who was my first experience, although more favorable. They usually enjoy me together...”
He broke off. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I tried to imagine his first night, the terror of it all, locked in a room just waiting to be raped. Could he hear the screams of those that shared his fate? How ironic it was that the Fates had smiled upon such a demure little creature so that he may give me strength. When I moved toward him, however, he moved away, lost in the memory. His voice was almost a whisper, his fingers absently rubbing the bruises on his arm.
“The bathers will be here soon...”
“Will you stay?”
He nodded, almost as if he did not hear me. I moved toward him again, moving the scroll to the bed table. I gently tugged him, stretching lengthwise on the bed. He smiled and obliged me, lying close so I could feel his breath on my nose. He eyed a lock of my hair, timidly reaching out to curl it between his fingers. Ever cautiously, he nudged closer until our chests met. I allowed him this little pleasure, even as his lips reached up to meet mine.
There was a stiff rap at the door, and the bathers entered almost in formation. Joshua jolted up, embarrassed by their knowing smirks. Their arrogance annoyed me, so I slid off the bed behind Joshua, marched to the washroom, dropping my robe as I went. After a long silence, they followed me, much more subdued. I allowed myself to be shackled and washed, except when the one cleaning my backside seemed to be enjoying his work a bit much. He got kicked in the gut.
“That isn’t nice, Pretty.”
He stood there calmly, as the bathers immediately dropped to their knees. Joshua was behind him, standing but submissive. His master cupped his chin lovingly, turning to caress the servant’s chest
.
“This little one was quite the entertainment last night, Pretty... I suppose I have you to thank for that...”
He walked through the bathers, stepping into the tub to reach up across my naked body, holding the shackles. He paused long enough to look me over, as if the moment was not uncomfortable enough. With a quick kiss on my lips he released me from the wall. I fell into him, and he was all too glad to catch me. I pushed him away, much to the silent astonishment of the servant audience. I went for the ring that held my wardrobe, but not before the fiend delivered an insulting pinch on my backside. Joshua silently assisted me with the garment, not looking at me or anyone.
“You got lucky with that one, Pretty... Another week and he would have been permanently assigned to two of my finest guests. He would have stayed here, of course. I will make sure he is available, but he does hold other uses.”
The sneer on his face revolted me, especially the way he looked at Joshua. The monster dismissed the bathers with a wave as a stout man with a tray full of utensils set up next to the bed. There was a rot of bourbon on him, but he appeared sober and meticulous in organizing his tools. His expression when he saw me was the same I had experienced since my entrapment, but the silent gaze still unsettled me. Even when his host happily clapped him on the arms did he not divert his eyes.
“Brunos, my good man!” My captor turned to look at me, winking. “Magnificent, is he not?”
“Yes...y-yes...mag...nificent...”
He moved toward me as I backed away, looking to Joshua, who was no help. I tried in vain to fight away our esteemed host as he was taking my arm to lead me to this plump, bourbon-soaked, bearded man. He squinted his eyes, looking me up and down, as if I were some ancient artifact or a holy relic.
“Now, Pretty, don’t be shy... This is Brunos, our doctor, and a good friend of mine. He will be making sure you are in the best of health, won’t you, Brunos?”
“Of course. Can’t be letting such a beautiful thing go and get sick...”
Brunos’ employer clapped him on the back and motioned for Joshua to take me to the bed. I was in a daze, but something about Brunos seemed familiar. I was still trying to think on it as Joshua sat me at the foot of the bed, quietly coaxing me to relax as he laid me down. Then he lifted my ankle to shackle it to the bedpost. I leapt out of his hands and almost back into the washroom before his master wrestled me back. Despite help from Joshua and Bruno, I was still able to put up a fight, inadvertently sending Joshua sailing over the bed. In the struggle I could hear his master trying to calm me and Brunos mentioning something about bringing in “the contraption.” His employer pulled himself away, straightening himself.
“Yes. The contraption. Fetch it.”
Taking a hobbling Joshua, Brunos left the room. My captor looked upon me with a new resolve.
“You are not making this easy on yourself, Pretty. I told you that spirit of yours would lead to trouble.”
The doctor and the servant quickly returned, bringing with them what only could be described as a contraption. It was a mess of arcane levers and pullies, a chaos of leather and metal, with a seat in the middle. Grabbing me by the arms, the master and Brunos dragged me kicking and screaming. Together, they lifted me into the thing, fastening my wrists together above me and strapping my ankles apart below. Then, with the simple pull of a lever, my body was flipped as another lever spread my legs until I screamed. Behind me, I heard the doctor’s tray being dragged and the sounds of hands being washed. The water made his fingers colder than that of his host as he laid them on my buttocks, pulling apart my cheeks. His employer attempted to carry on jovial conversation while Joshua tried to keep me calm. I was terrified to tears, unable to move, being molested with no way to fight. I paid attention to Joshua, as the “thorough” doctor prodded my hole with sausage fingers, laying his hands upon my privates as if I were a prize bull caught in the stocks. I could hear tool clinking, but could not see what he was doing, even if I wanted to. Joshua peeked over my shoulder and immediately crouched down to grab my hands. I screamed with all the might in my lungs as my sack with punctured, my final tie to the outside severed with a pair of expert flicks. The tears my pride had been holding flowed down my cheeks, even as the doctor dug his blade into my inner buttock, carving, then burning, the same initials left on Joshua. I felt cold, damp plants being pressed against me and when I looked up it was not Joshua holding my face but his master. The fiend had the nerve to appear concerned.
They released my legs first, gently, daring not to intensify the pain they had already caused me. Their master fed me some rum, fawning over me as they carried me to the bed. He sent Brunos, Joshua, and the contraption away, instructing that I was not to be disturbed tomorrow, not even by the bathers. He laid with me, but even in my agony, I had no desire to be comforted by his hand. He humored me, rubbing my back, coaxing me with more rum. I only took it to dull the pain.
The next few weeks, I was visited only by the master. I was relieved to be alone during the day, to bathe myself, even urinate without someone watching. The first nights, I was still too sore to really fight away my captor’s amorous advances. He was especially gentle, preferring to trap me in a corner where he could taunt me with his tongue, his wicked fingers avoiding my groin area. He would tease me with his uncanny ability to overpower, holding me in place with barely a strain. One night in particular, he bit his tongue and kissed me, a stream of blood to trickle down my throat. I tried to spit it back at him, but he forced my throat to swallow. I still hated him, but new feelings began to wash over me. I could not understand them but can only describe them as love wrapped in hate. I cannot bring myself to strike out at him, even though I can still defend myself from him. It got to the point where he shackled me to the headboard, straddled me, groping himself while caressing and leering over my body. He did it just to prove that he could. I would cringe in disgust, but could not kick him away. He would hiss in my ear all the putrid things he did to Joshua, how he made the servant scream and cry, and though I could coil my fist, I could not strike.
He told me that Joshua, for the time being, was given the task of entertaining the needs of the men who tried to buy him. Without being asked, he assured me that was he who fed from me and enjoyed himself with the demure servant, that the other gentleman would not dare as impersonate him. I could only assume that this information was painstakingly coaxed out of Joshua, but this monster’s many deceptions left me wondering. He would bring food but insist that I eat it out of his hand. I would snatch it away, which only served to amuse him. He loved to watch me, loved to see me be uncomfortable. He would only allow me to wear the robe if it led to his fingers creeping inside its secure folds. He especially loved the reaction of horror every time his scraped his fangs along my flesh. He would hold me down and slide them up my body, his eyes dancing with malice to see me squirm.
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