Page 29 of Joker
Nodding my head, I close the door and head back to the kitchen. I plate up two meals and then sit at the table, waiting for him to join me. Once he’s seated and starts to eat, he nods his head, and I start my food.
“My pet, we will have visitors this evening. Please ensure you’re presentable and ready for when they arrive.”
My stomach drops. No longer feeling hungry, I push my plate away.
Eyeing me from across the table, he states, “Eat up, my pet. You will need your strength.”
Pulling the plate back toward me, I slowly start to eat again. I feel sick with every mouth full. He smiles and continues to finish his meal.
I honestly thought that with us being here, the abuse would stop. Wishful thinking, I guess. I really should have known better as this is not the first time he’s moved us, and the abuse continued. He doesn’t see it as abuse. The awful things he’s done to me and the other girls, yes sadly over the years there have been others, really do turn him on. He thinks it’s him showing us affection. Freud would say it is because he wasn’t hugged enough as a child. Maybe that’s true. Finishing as much of the meal as I can, I sit quietly and wait for him to finish.
“That was delicious, my pet. Now clean this up and get ready for our guests.”
A violent shiver goes through me. Guests . . . as in more than one! That is never a good sign. Quickly cleaning the pots and wiping the kitchen down, I make my way to my room. Laid out on the bed are a matching bra and panties set, black with lace and a silk robe to wear over the top. Guess this is what he wishes me to wear.
The foreboding feeling in the pit of my stomach is telling me to run. With shaking hands, I clean up in the bathroom and then dress in the clothes provided. I slip on the pair of black heels he had also left. I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for him to come get me. I twist my hands together in my lap, all sorts running through my head. The bedroom door opens, and he appears.
“It is time, my pet.”
Taking a deep breath, I get up from the bed and make my way toward him. Following him down the hall, thinking we’re heading for the lounge area, but he stops and opens a door off the hall. The door leads to some stairs. Great a basement, nothing good happens in a basement. Following him down, I find the basement has been set up like his room at the house. His pleasure/torture tools are laid out to the side, and a massive bed-like bench is in the middle of the room. I can see several cameras set up around the room. There are also four men waiting, their faces covered in masks. Turning to face him, I see he’s also now wearing a mask.
“This is a great honor I’m giving you. My pet is well trained. You all know the rules.”
The men in the room nod. He guides me toward the bed and sits me on the edge.
“We shall begin,” he starts.
He removes the remote from his pocket, and all the cameras come to life as he switches them on to record. Moving over to me, he strokes his hand along my cheek.
“My pet has been very well behaved and has greatly pleased me. She’ll now be rewarded.”
Pulling me to stand, he tugs on the cord holding the robe together, removing the robe from my shoulders. Turning me to face the other men, he trails his fingers over my collar bone and down between my breasts.
“Do you see what a tease you are, my pet? How much these men want you?”
Looking at the men, I can see the lust in their eyes. It is not a lust I want; this is a dark, evil glint. His hands are all over my body, causing my mind to go to its happy place. Any place is better than the here and now. He removes my bra and panties, forcing me to lie on the bed. He restrains my hands to each corner of the bed and the same with my legs, leaving me vulnerable and open. His hands continue to explore my body as he starts another demeaning sexual act.
Closing my eyes I continue to go to my happy place, wishing he would just hurry up. It seems to last forever before he’s finished. Opening my eyes, I can see the other men are now naked.
“You have pleased me greatly, pet. You will now please my friends,” he states.
He nods to the first man, who replaces him between my legs. Closing my eyes again, I block everything out as each man takes a turn.
After what feels like a lifetime, I become aware of what’s around me. Blinking my eyes, I start to be aware of my surroundings. I’m still in the basement, and he’s cleaning me up. I must have passed out from the pain at some point. He has a washcloth in his hand and is cleaning my body of blood.
“You’re awake, my pet. You did so well and made me proud. I’ll leave you to rest.”
Once he’s left the room, I take stock of my injuries. Nothing too bad, but my skin hurts on my thigh. Looking over, I can see small round burns on my hip and thigh. Great, they’d clearly burnt me with a cigarette. I’m covered in bruises, a few bite marks, and someone had also placed a few cuts on my arms.
Curling back up on the bed, I reach for the sheet and cover myself while I drift off to sleep.
I spend a few days down in the basement recovering. He brings me food and checks my wounds. After a few days, once he’s happy I’m healing well, he informs me we will have guests this evening. He makes me dress the same as before, and once again, he leads four men into the basement. Not sure if these are the same men as before, but it is the same routine.
This continues for a while. I’m not sure how long I’m down in the basement, but I know it has to be a few weeks. Men come and abuse my body. He then cares for me while I heal, and we repeat the pattern.
It’s now a few days since the last round. He comes into the basement.
“How are you feeling, my pet?” he asks.
