A Lost Life

An hour later, Brad knocked on the door to Ryan’s room to wake him up. “It’s been an hour,” Brad told him.

“Thanks,” Ryan replied. He stood up and put a shirt on then leaving the room and walking to the end of the hall, he opened the door silently and closed it as he turned on the lights. Kylie was asleep.

Ryan reached over to a desk and pulled out a blindfold. Walking over to the young girl, he placed it over her eyes. Feeling his touch, Kylie immediately woke and began to struggle. He stilled her. “Calm down.” Ryan removed the cloth from around and inside her mouth, ungagging her. She stayed quiet besides her heavy breathing. Her heart was pounding.

Kylie was able to hear a rustling of clothes then a body up close to her own. Breathing against her ear, Ryan said, “You asked if I was going to rape you right? Maybe this will answer your question.” At that, he shoved himself inside of her and she screamed as he forcefully tore her open and pain shot through her whole body. She was in so much pain that no words would even form. All that came out was a piercing scream.

Ryan kept thrusting into her brutally, forcing her body to move up and down the wall. He never found a particular rhythm. The whole reasoning of this exercise was to cause an extreme amount of pain. It was not for his pleasure at all. He never allowed himself to enjoy raping any girl. After so many times of brutally being raped, the girls would eventually give in, willingly offering themselves just so the pain would stop. They ended up begging for it.

His thrusts soon became even swifter and rougher. He knew she would be bruised and in excruciating pain for quite a few days, and he actually found himself sympathizing with her, but he stopped it immediately. When he felt himself about to release, he pulled out of her and finished himself off, making sure his ejection ended up on and around her face.

He slowed his breathing down as he dressed and watched continuous tears fall down her cheeks. He would leave her like that for a while. He left her the way she was, blindfolded with his cum sticking to her. He turned off the lights and closed the door.

Brad looked at Ryan as he plopped himself down in a chair in the living room. “Damn! What the hell did you do to the poor girl?”

Glancing over at him, Ryan replied, “She was a virgin.”

Brad laughed. “There’s nothing better than feeling a tight little cunt squeezing around you, eh? I’m just surprised you penetrated her already.”

“I’m trying just to get this over with fast. If she’s not ready in two weeks, you can kill her.”

“Strange hearing that come from you.”

“Now I think I’m going to need some of that Tequila.”

As Ryan stood, Brad tossed him a pack of cigarettes. “Lighter’s on the counter.”

“Thanks.”

Back in the guest room, Kylie was still shaking and tears were falling freely. At the time, pain had taken over her fear. Her mind went into shock. Over and over, the only sound that came from her was, “Casey…”

Greg, who had went downstairs after Ryan lied down, came back up. He was laughing. “Damn Ryan. You scared the other girls with whatever the fuck you were doing.”

Brad laughed with him. “That’s exactly what he did.”

“You fucked her already?”

“That’s what I said!”

“Yeah so what? I fucked her. Is there a problem with that?” Ryan said aggravated. By this time, all three were sitting at the kitchen table.

Greg leaned over to Ryan and said gently, “Is there something wrong, something you need to talk about?”

“Stop acting like a shrink. You can do that with the girls but not with me.” He stood. “I’m going out for a while.” He turned to Greg. “Go check on her in three hours. She bled quite a bit. Don’t worry about cleaning her off. I’ll do that when I get back.”

“Alright sure, but where are you going?”

“Into Minneapolis I just need to relax.”

“Go to Michael’s club. He has some sexy girls there,” Brad told him.

Ryan grabbed the keys to the truck from the top of the refrigerator. “Yeah, that sounds good actually. Grab a few drinks, hang for a while and chat with Michael if he’s there.”

“If Janelle’s working tonight, she always gives a good private show.”

“Thanks for the suggestion. I’ll be back in the early morning sometime. If Kylie starts screaming again, then Brad, you have permission to beat her unconscious. If that does happen, gag her again and place her in the cage.”

“Sure thing.”

Ryan then left the house.

Greg turned to Brad. “Is he acting strange to you or is it just me?”

Shrugging, Brad said, “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with him. He gets like this every now and then. The smallest thing can set him off. I blame that girl.”

“Perhaps.”

Ryan found himself entering the XXX-Girls strip club. The bouncers in the front knew him well and let him in with no cover charge. The club was separated into two parts. The first part was just a normal bar to sit and drink while chatting with friends. The other side is where the shows took place. He made his way to the second area and saw Michael standing around with a few of his girls when he spotted Ryan.

Michael gestured him over. “It’s been a while my young friend.”

Smiling, Ryan put his arm around Michael’s shoulders and whispered, “We need to talk.”

Michael looked at him seriously and nodded shooing the girls away, telling them to get back to work. The two men went into the backstage part of the club and into Michael’s office. They both sat, Michael behind his desk, and Ryan in front. “I already told you that I can’t take Emma.”

“I know. It’s not about that,” Ryan replied. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Sure Ryan. Anything.”

“We brought a new girl in.” He sighed. “She’s fifteen.”

“That’s kind of young, don’t you think?”

Ryan shook his head. “She’s the youngest we have. Megan and Mallory are both sixteen, the others are seventeen besides Emma of course, and Megan and Mallory both will be seventeen next month. You would just have to see this girl. I mean she’s absolutely gorgeous Michael.”

“You’re feeling sorry for her?” He grinned. “We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?”

“Be my guest.”

“First of all, let’s get you calmed down. I’ll send for a few of the girls, and you just relax and enjoy yourself. I’ll get some drinks, too. Stay here and cool down. I’ll be back in a minute.” He then left the room.

Ryan stood and went to the deep red, plush sofa and laid back on it. He took a few deep breaths and decided to rest his eyes until his friend returned.

Back at the house, two hours had passed, and Brad went down the hall and leaned up against the door to the guest room to see if he could hear anything. It was silent. After checking, he made his way down the stairs to the basement where Greg and Jason were talking. “I think she’s asleep.”

Jason nodded. “That’s good.”

Noticing the laptop out, Brad asked what they were doing.

“Looking at the accounts and seeing which of the girls are bringing in lower figures,” Jason told him.

“Who would they be?”

“Myra and Haley are down this month,” Greg told him.

“How much is Haley down?”

“$2500 approximately.”

He sighed. “That’ll have to be changed. We’ll have a long talk tomorrow.”

Nodding Jason said, “I’ll have to do the same with Myra. She’s down by $3100.”

“Yes, it seems like our little bitches need to be taught a lesson.”

“Don’t go too hard on them,” Greg told them. “I’ll have enough to deal with on this new girl.”

Jason tapped his pointer finger on the table. “I just remembered that call we got while Ryan was napping.”

“That’s right. When did he schedule her?” Brad asked remembering.

“At 5:30 Friday evening. The studio will be closed by then, so we won’t have to worry about being interrupted.”

“I guess we’ll be taking her,” Brad said motioning toward Jason.

“It depends on what Ryan wants. She is his property after all.”

Greg spoke up and asked, “Is Ryan planning on having them do a short video?”

Jason shrugged. “No idea, but it would be good. They’d be able to see how she moves instead of just seeing how she looks. She could possibly sell for more.”

“I agree. We’ll just have to make sure she’s prepared for it,” Brad added. “I mean we can’t whip her on film. We don’t own a porn site. We’re submitting it to clubs. They don’t want to see or buy damaged goods. It really is ultimately up to Ryan. We can recommend it to him though. I just hope that whatever problem he has is gone by the time he gets back.”

Ryan sat next to Michael on the sofa drinking some vodka and watching a good show of three girls. They released quite a lot of tension through his body as they danced and did a few extra things for him, but for that, they were very well paid.

Once the girls had left, Michael asked Ryan if he was feeling any better.

Ryan grinned. “Yeah.”

“Good. Now let’s see what we can do. By the way, you should send me a picture of this girl if she’s as gorgeous as you say.”

“Of course. What type of shot do you want?”

Laughing, Michael said, “You should know that already. Get her sitting with her feet on the floor opened wide. Now that is where the real money is.”

“You’re right. I did know what you were going to say.”

“But seriously Ryan, you can’t let her get in your way. If she starts doing this to your mind again, beat her. Just throw her around a bit until it’s gone. I know you. Your anger can over take any other emotions you may have been feeling. Punish her for it.”

Ryan sighed. “Michael, I forced her already.”

“You mean you fucked her?”

“Yeah, that, too.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. You have to teach that bitch her place. If you can’t do that, I would have Brad take over.”

“She’s my property now. We have certain rules there. No one touches another man’s property without prior permission, and while their training, it’s good for them to only be with their owner.”

“You’re right,” Michael replied. “One tip that I’ll give you is to completely humiliate her in anyway possible. Her body is yours.”

“Break her into tiny little pieces?”

“And then burn them.”

An evil smirk appeared on Ryan’s face as he left the club.