Eros (Slave Life)

Chapter 5:

 

The first step out of the building was not as incredible as I liked to believe it should be, the air didn't taste any different from the air inside Jack's apartment, well, rather – it stunk so badly that for a moment I considered going back inside and never come out again. There was no wind blowing over my skin or sun gleaming down on me, instead there were people, dozens upon dozens of people who were walking in groups so dense and so fast that I was swept within them before I could even look around me, pushing me and cursing at me because I stood in their way to whatever destination they hurried to go to, none of them really saw me as I struggled out of the street into one shallow and empty alley, heaving and gasping for smelly air for as long as it took it to reach my lungs. 

I started thinking that I really shouldn't have gone out, not without Jack – not alone for the first time. I should've gone back right then, made myself something to eat and rest from the day before starting to get ready for sleep, thinking that I slowly went to the edge of the alley and cautiously peeked out to find a quieter street which was also completely foreign to me; it wasn't the street where Jack and Isabelle's apartment was, it really wasn't even similar to it.

I breathed in nervously and went out of the alley, this was not what I had in mind when I went out of that door, I just wanted to go out for a few minutes and without haste go back inside. what was Jack going to think if he came back and didn't see me inside? Would he think I ran away?

A feeling of desperation started creeping up my spine as I looked around me and found that not only was the area not familiar, I was completely unaware up until now that I had absolutely no idea what the building Jack apartment was in looked like. I didn't get a very good look at it when Jack and Isabelle showed me in the first time, and I didn't go out or had a chance to look at it since. I knew it was very tall, and clean, and looked new like it was built just last week, I knew the entrance door had silver decorations on it, and that the glass it was made of was dark so people outside could not see what went on inside, but when I looked around me I could see doors just like that everywhere, and buildings just as clean and new and tall as Jack's was. I found myself looking around frantically, trying to remind myself from what direction I came from, convince myself that the people standing around in the street were not looking at me, were not suspicious of me in some way – when one took out his cellphone my panic level rose as the thought they might be calling the Market – what if they did? What would happen to me if I was found in the street less than a week after being bought? My legs moved on their own as I tried to shove the thought to the back of my mind, my teeth chewing on my lower lip and my eyes moving all around in search of something familiar, some trait of the building that couldn't possibly have written itself off my mind, meanwhile I kept trying to keep my head down enough to not let someone see the stone in my forehead, the mark that forever kept me many levels under any other human being. I of course knew that everyone who passed by me knew exactly what I was, how could they not? My hair was cut short as a way for the traders to play on one of my deepest despairs, making it near impossible to keep my identity, my role in society as they said it, to myself. Anyone who passed me in the street would recognize the gleam of a controller on my forehead – and if not that, then the collar on my neck was with no doubt the most obvious indicator on my status. 

The streets did not became any more familiar than they were before. If anything the more I walked the worst the sense of going further away became and finally I stopped myself to look around me. I felt helpless looking at the buildings around me, all of them intimidating in the way they blocked any view of the sun I had before, of the grey sky. I couldn't recognize any of them. My breath hitched as I laid back against a wall and my eyes dropped to the surface of the sidewalk, I could feel the burn of tears start in the corner of them and hurried to wipe my eyes and raise them, just to find the eyes of every passerby stuck on me as they walked by. I couldn't stay there any longer, I had to go somewhere, find my way back somehow…

The way to do it was actually pretty simple. 

I bit my lips again, feeling the smooth sensitive skin go to the verge of breaking under my teeth as I raised my hand to my forehead, at first only wiping the sweat that was gathering above my eyebrow, than moved just a bit to find the stone, the red, sharp diamond shaped stone that had every detail on me stored in it, embedded strongly into my skin, my skull too perhaps. It could be so simple to find out Jack’s address and my way back… all I really needed was a cellphone, just like those everybody around were using to talk into loudly or to listen to music through outlandish ear-phones. One of them could probably help me… one of them would put their phone against my head, scan the stone and see everything, my number, my name, some of the things that were stored there that I had no knowledge about. With such a simple action they would know every detail… 

The mere thought of asking someone to do this – to talk to someone at all was terrifying to me. I didn’t want to. I knew all too well what could happen to me if I tried and talked to someone wrong – someone who was not like Jack, who did not think about slaves as human… I had already discovered in the market how awful people could be but… It’s not that I had any other choice, I didn’t know the way back, I had no way to find out and staying out during the night to try finding the way was definitely the worse option. 

With a decision formed in my mind I removed my fingers from the stone and raised my eyes slowly.

The amount of people walking through the street was reduced now, people in expensive looking suits carrying metal suitcases, not even paying attention to my figure standing next to one of the walls. I wasn’t too keen about talking to anyone, but knowing that I had to I preferred it to be a woman, or someone young. I’d rarely see people like that in the Market, usually the people who came there were already middle aged or older, people who were financially secured and could afford the grandiose price of buying and sustaining a slave, very rarely you’d see someone younger than thirty – which was why Jack presence there in was making me anxious in the first place. But he proved to be quite nice, nicer than any other person I met in my life really. And if the world was not completely corrupted, there was bound to be someone else out here who’d help me and not ask too many questions or ask for anything in return.

I swallowed, taking a step into the street when I noticed someone who unlike all the rest did not have graying hair or wrinkles on his face, he was also shorter than all the other man and was clothed more casually, with short brown hair barely covered by the hood of his sweatshirt, he was focused on the device in his hand, not paying attention to his surrounding too much. He didn’t look like he’d be trouble or something like that, in fact, he looked to be my age. How bad could talking to him be?

“E… Excuse me?” my voice was shaky, I had to pause as he turned to look at me just to get my breathing in order. I stood planted in place and stared at his face for a moment before drawing in a breath and talking again. “I… I, um… can you help me?” my voice stuttered as he smiled and got closer, then stopped and looked at me, or rather – inspected me. He looked somewhat confused at first, and then he smiled.

“Sure, I’d love to.” He said and got even closer; his eyes seemed to be fixed on the point on the middle of my forehead, still with a bit of wondering in them. “You’re a slave, aren’t you? Thought you should always have the owner with you all the time? Did you run away?” the questions had me nervously jump in place and shake my head vigorously, not muttering another word as anxiety pooled in my stomach and burned in it like acid. He didn’t look a bit bothered by that though, instead his eyes wondered away from me to his phone, and he played with it for a while before returning his attention back to me. “So, What do you need? I can get you a place to stay, or food – are ya hungry? You look like you haven’t eaten in ages.” His attention moved right back to his phone, not even waiting to hear my answer or at least see the shake of my head as my mouth was too dry due to anxiety. I thought I noticed the hint of a smirk on his lips as he touched the screen of his cellphone a few more times, and finally I coughed to try and get his attention.

“I… I just thought that maybe you could find the address of my… Owner’s home… with that. Please.” I choked out, pointing at the cellphone and averting my eyes as he gave me a rather disappointed look. The thought of sheltering a runaway slave seemed like it was very appealing to him for a reason, I guess he thought it would come with some benefits, and I didn’t want to lead him on, if he decided to try and get what he thought he deserved, I would never be able to fend off against him.

“Huh? The address?” he asked dumbly, disappointed without any doubt he took another step in my direction, and I took one back and away from him, I didn’t want him too close, not in the range where he would have the ability of grabbing me if I had to run for it; this made his face look even further confused. “Look, it’s fine if you are running away, I don’t really care. I’m really just offering to take you to dinner cause you look hungry. You shouldn’t get the cold feet now.” He said and I hurried to shake my head again.

“I’m really not-“ my voice was cut as a loud growl of hunger roared through my shirt’s fabric, no doubt it came from my stomach. I really hadn’t eaten that day, not because I couldn’t or something, Jack didn’t put me on a tight ration or something, unlike previous owners who kept me underfed and as skinny as my skeleton; no, it was simply because my stomach couldn’t really contain much food, so I ate much less than I could and should have in my first week with an open buffet. Looking like I haven’t eaten must be a side-effect to that, as was being hungry. “-I’m not… running away.” I completed the sentence with a burning face, the stuttering in my voice replaced with it reducing to an embarrassed whisper, seeing as his smile grew at the sound. “Just… please, please get me the address” I choked out, my eyes fixated on the phone in his hand, which he started tapping as I talked with his smile widening.

“Fine, I will if you insist.” He sighed, and a jolt of relief went up my spine, causing me to step toward him against my best judgment, which told me I should keep the distance between me and any other person in the world who was not Jack. I took a deep breath as I let him put his hand on my shoulder, his other hand tapping the screen of his phone rapidly. He wasn’t looking at me at all but as the minutes went by his hand’s grip of my shoulder became tighter. “Let me just find that scanner app, yeah?” he said and I closed my eyes with a silent sigh of impatience. I wanted this to be over sooner, to be able to be on my way back right about now. My legs were hurting from standing on them and walking around for so long, my stomach stated its hunger with angry growls and grousing and the feeling of shame was hanging at the back of my mind, telling me that I shouldn’t have left in the first place; this was my fault, really. And now I had consequences to deal with.

“Aha! Here it is.” His voice exclaimed loudly and suddenly, waking me from my thoughts as the back of his phone suddenly covered my sight, and a sharp and familiar pain shot through my forehead to its hind, carrying with it the data that I was seeking.

The process that happened as the scanner and the controller did their thing was never properly explained to me, all I really knew about it was that it wasn’t pleasant, and that I could feel any surge of electricity attacking my brain with 1’s and 0’s that slowly translated into manageable data, at first an address, then a map and then…

A whimper left my mouth as the knowledge of the location became like crystal, clear and bold all at once with no warning, like a stroke of lightning hitting my nerve’s ends and burning it on them. I knew where I was, I knew where I had to be right now and I knew that I had to go there that very instant, I couldn’t be outside, I shouldn’t be there – and knowing that was just enough to make the controller kick into action.

I struggled out of the youth’s hold, taking a few steps back and wiping the tears of pain that started to coming out then I tried to walk away – just to be grabbed by him again, this time strongly and without slack he pulled me into an alleyway and shoved me against the wall, and my breath which I held in up until then because of the pain hitched as he grabbed both my hands and pinned them over my head. I couldn’t be there. I shouldn’t be there. My mind was screaming at me, I knew my way back yet couldn’t go… I shouldn’t have left in the first place.

“Who said you can go, huh?” his hissed, his eyes stared into my own frustrated and mad, he leaned closer and I tried – really, really tried to struggle, to make him loosen his grip on me while fighting the tears that were still threatening to start flowing. “You haven’t even thanked me! That’s really not nice of you, not very slave-y at all you know?” his voice reduced to a whisper, “Maybe you should stick around a bit, I called some guys, they really want to meet you… after they do you can go to wherever, home or run away or whatever that was.”

A jolt of pain passed through my head again, the controller was heating up as I reluctantly stayed still and not hurried to go back as I should have done. Consequences. 

“Please…” my voice was shaking and the tears I’d been fighting came on triumph, “Please let me go, please.” I looked up at him, straining my best innocent, cute begging face I could muster up, which made his grip slacken a bit – not enough. I had to try harder, I had to get away and get back, if not for the fear of pain which I would feel either way, then for Jack – I couldn’t allow him to think that I ran away, I couldn’t let him be disappointed in his decision to pick me out of all the other slaves, I couldn’t let the traders be right about me.

I lowered my head just a bit, half faking a whimper – only half since one would have gotten out sooner or later – when one of his hands abandoned its position to caress me cheek and wipe a tear from the corner of my eye – his other hand was now holding both of mine firmly. 

“You knew this would happen when you approached me.” He declared then, his smile was cruel under the guise of gentleness. “Coming on to me with that stupid excuse, wanting to find the way home? You really thought that was believable?” he snickered and leaned even closer towards me. “I knew right from the start you were a little whore, a bitch like all the other slaves.” 

I bit my lower lip, not even trying to get my face to look pitiable and innocent like I did before, instead I was angry and my face was showing it clearly. And also I was in pain. It was not the best combination since it meant there was nothing I could do with the anger that pooled in my stomach – nothing but talk.

“I am not… a whore.” I spat, my hands only slightly moving to get out of his grip, “I’m NOT. And even if I was, I would never let an ugly creature like you touch me for anything in the world, you piece of-“ 

A sound of laugher silenced me mid-sentence and I turned my head to watch a group of people – youths just like the one who held me against the wall. They were coming closer and the feeling of anguish became heavier and I could feel my heart sinking with despair the closer they got, if I could not escape a single teen, how could I ever hope to run away from at least ten more of them? Some… actually pretty big. 

“He really got you with that, didn’t he?” one of them mocked, “Not that he has a right to talk, thought you said you found a pretty one?” the one who talked held out his hand to take his hold on my jaw and turn my head so he could take a better look at me, and I in turn struggled to move my head away only to have him tug on my chin to pull my face back toward him. “Seriously, who’d buy one like that? The color of his eyes is petrifying.”

“Don’t look at them, then.” I growled, “In fact – if I’m not as good looking as you thought, maybe you should just go find yourself someone prettier who would have you, I would say your sister but she’s probably uglier than you are!” my whole body was shaking by the time the last word left my mouth, this was not a smart thing to say in the situation I was in but, I have done stupider things in the past, and the satisfaction of seeing the shock on the guy’s face for a couple of seconds was rewarding enough for me to not care for what would happen next. 

The slap I received was not unexpected, neither was the shove to the floor which tore at both the fabric of my denim pants and the skin of my hands and knees. As I fell and hardly stopped myself I managed to get a look at the other people standing around, slowly forming a circle around me, getting closer to me… only one didn’t, well – more than one really, but only he managed to distract me from the group closing the distance around me.

The tall figure had blond hair with a color that reminded me of someone I saw before, not someone that I wanted to remember – someone who’s the mere thought of his face made my body shudder. Other than his hair though, he didn’t look like that person at all. He did remind me of someone else though, but I couldn’t put my finger on it at exactly that time, seeing how I was about to be gang-raped in the middle of an alleyway. Something about it though… I found myself staring at him for a few long moments from my spot on the floor, finding his eyes which were blue – dark blue, a bit of green in them as well. It was a color I have never seen yet I knew just what described it, a color like the ocean – as tacky as that is. It was mesmerizing – less the color though, more the indifferent expression in them as he watched quietly, not joining them as they circled me.

My vision was soon cloaked by the body of the one I insulted before, his hand reaching to grab my collar and drag me up to my knees, but not up to my feet. His purpose was more than obvious to me and I struggled, grabbing on the hand that held my collar and pulled at it to get my face to the desired position, and I was helpless to get myself free, the stink of musk and sweat attacked my nose as it was shoved to the crack between his thigh and crotch, the scent only slightly dimmed by the fabric of his pants, and that those were coming down as well soon became a fact as he hurried to unzip them, his actions were accompanied by the cheers of his friends as he smiled and pushed my head closer. “You smell that, bitch? Like that smell? Soon it’ll be all over you, you stinking little whore.” He said, laughing when I growled through clenched teeth, closing my eyes to shut the view of his cock hardening against my cheek, the smell and the voices, that I couldn’t block out though. “Come on, you fag. Take it in your mouth like a good little slut.” His voice was reduced to a whisper that everyone around could actually still hear. I kept my mouth closed and tried to struggle out of his grip again, frantically searching with my newly opened eyes for some way out, some gap in the tight circle they kept around us, there was a way. There must be a way.

He pulled me away from his crotch then, grabbing at my hair and forcing me to raise my head and look at him. “Open you fucking mouth and take it.” He growled and slapped me again. Normally I wouldn’t be bothered by such a thing, not even whimper at this kind of pain. A slap was no rod of steel, I had suffered worse. But now, something in his tone made my head spin and hurt, and my mouth opened almost on order. The controller was activated and somehow, for some reason unknown to me – it registered the words he said as an order, and I couldn’t defy that. Tears came to my eyes as he shoved his member into my mouth and gave a moan of satisfaction, earning cheers and yells from his companions, who already started calling turns to use me after him. 

The taste was one I thought I would never have to taste again, one of flesh, dirt… humiliation. The helplessness of the situation I was in was very clear to me, the lack of choice was always there and as usual there was nothing I could do, nothing to release myself from the situation I was in. he gave a push with his basin to get himself further into my throat.

It was too much – the taste and smell and the laughs and cheers – all of those things I wanted to think I would never have to deal with again if I stayed with Jack, it burned what little hope of a new kind of life I managed to collect the past week, burned it into ashes. And 

I gagged loudly around the flesh in my mouth, coughed until I managed to get away and breath a bit, strands of saliva and his pre-cum were dripping from my lips as I huffed quietly trying to get my breath back, thankfully he didn’t try to pull me back to continue his violation of my mouth, what gave me besides a few breathes of air – a chance to look around, faking an intense state of horror I looked around at all of them, trying to find some weakness in the formation of strongly built teens and youths. All of whom had a lusty face and a hard-on raging in their pants. with the right kind of distraction I could probably get one or two of them to move out of the way, make my escape through the alley and hide until it was safe to go back to Jack’s apartment. 

As the thought was forming in my mind, I was pulled from the floor once more – this time by my hair in a way that felt as if it was all going to be plucked off my scalp, I tried to keep my mouth closed again, not let him push his disgusting flesh into my mouth once more – I had, as always – no success. His pubic hair was soon tickling my nose as his length slid down my throat, his hand holding my jaw so I would keep my mouth open. It was clear to me as well as to the others that he was trying to inflict as much pain on me as possible, a revenge for the things I said before, he was looking to see me humiliated; ravishing was not enough, he wanted to see me cry and beg and ask for his forgiveness. And I was not about to give him that.

What I was going to give him, though, was a vicious, scream worthy bite. And it was no grazing my teeth on his skin type of bite. I was sinking my teeth into the lump of flesh that filled my mouth until I could feel the taste of blood trickling down my throat, and as his scream kept growing louder I still held on like that, ignoring the hands that tried pulling me away from him, I was waiting for my opportunity. In the meanwhile, until such a thing turned up I was sure to enjoy the calls of pain coming from the mouth of my violator, the knowledge that I was probably causing some damage – maybe enough to leave the son of a bitch impotent forever or at least for a very long time gave me condolence. Even if my plan did not work, at least none of them would dare try using my mouth to get their kick.

I closed my eyes as my teeth clenched further into his flesh, the air around me was full of his cries and the others… some shouts, some laughs. It all seemed to be far away from me as I drew air through my nose to keep me from suffocating on his cock.

“Get him the FUCK away from me!” he screamed, “He is biting it off! SHIT. Get him AWAY!” I enjoyed his screams almost too much, relished on the tears of pain in his eyes before one of the other youths managed to pull me away and throw me sideways to get me away from the pained teen. No one else tried to grab me when I started to raise to my feet, they were all too focused on him – his pain either worrying or making them laugh. The circle was long broken now, scattered and gathered around their injured comrade almost none of the teens were paying me any attention. 

I spit on the dark asphalt under my legs to get the taste of blood out of my mouth. Seeing the bodily fluids, my saliva, his blood and semen smearing on it made me sick to my stomach and I soon looked away and shut the picture away from my mind and started running, avoiding hands of those who were in my way and tried to catch me, ignoring the voices calling after me in fierce, maddened anger. I ran, not paying attention where to, not giving heed to the objects in my way be those people, cars or bumps in the road that I somehow, in some miraculous way managed not to get hit by. 

Something in my subconscious must have kept tabs on my way though, checking the information that my brain sustained earlier from the controller to check that I was going the right way, because soon enough I was standing in front of the right building. The one I was not supposed to leave in the first place. I was home, I was safe.

I bit my lip, and the tears I kept inside from the moment I’d gone out, through the incident with the group and up until that moment started soaring out uncontrollably along with cries and whimpers. I was home.