Bitter revenge
Marla

Knowing that Kimmy was here last night made me more determined to replace a way out of this place.

But how!

Steve is becoming more and more insistent to get into my bed, and it is becoming more difficult to keep him away.

None of the staff would help I knew that for a fact, So I needed to be clever.

Today was my one day I was allowed to go into town, apparently, I had earned the right once a week to "be normal" or so that's what Steve said.

Fucking prick!

Riggs always takes me; he would follow me from shop to shop to make sure I never spoke to anyone I shouldn't.

While waiting in line for a coffee, with Riggs standing near the door looking at his phone, I was suddenly aware of a man standing close behind me.

He spoke quietly in my ear.

"Marla James" he whispered. Fuck he knows who I am.

I nodded and looked at Riggs who still wasn't looking at me.

I moved forward in the line; I could see my coffee in its final stages of being made.

"Eric is a friend of mine... now I know it's definitely you, just hang on a bit longer."

Fuck!

My knees nearly buckled, the weight of those words sending my mind in a spin. He was a friend of Erics, and this will all be over soon.

I nodded and the whispered. "It's not just me anymore" I told him, there was now two of us that needed saving.

Riggs came over at that moment as the man behind me stepped back. "Let's go" he said as I grabbed my coffee.

Fuck, Eric was coming, I was going to get away from Steve. It didn't seem real. I was going home to Ellis and my boys!

Back at the house I was asked to welcome in the new girls who would be arriving soon.

Yeah. Like welcome home, or please enjoy your stay in hell!

I hated this part of the job the most because the girls that came through the door were always so scared and confused. They would see me as an ally and ask for help then they would scream and call me names when I couldn't.

Making my way upstairs to see cadence I was stopped my Steve. "And where are you off to princess" he asked walking up behind me.

Fuck!

"I wanted to see Cadence" I said politely. Steve loved it when I had manners.

Fucking idiot!

"I don't think so princess... not today. The new girls will be here soon, and I need you to get them settled in... but first... daddy needs some loving."

Oh god no!

My body started to shake, it always does before my mind takes over and I replace my happy place.

He takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. Not a good place to be.

He closes the door and leads me to the bed where he sits down and makes me stand in front of him.

"On your knees princess... I've waited long enough."

Oh god, oh god, oh god!

I'm sweating now, I know what he wants, and I've put it off for so long now I knew he would run out of patience.

I fall to my knees!

"Good girl... now take out my cock" he asks in a calm soothing tone.

You can do this Marla, I talk myself up, it's just a cock, it's not your dad, it's just Steve!

I do as I'm told and unzip his pants; with a shaky hand I grab hold of his already hard length.

"Easy princess... I know your eager as fuck to please me... but be gentle" he laughs. God, he disgusts me!

"Now suck my cock princess... and make it good... maybe I'll let you see Cadence after all."

Blackmail, always with the fucking blackmail.

I lower my head and try not to gag. Hes big, not as big as my boys but still big enough to choke me. That and plus Hes related to me. I have to force the bile back down my stomach.

"Fuck, princess your mouth is fucking amazing... just like that... oh fuck... just like that."

I zone out after that, just going through the motions until he unloads deep down my throat. It takes all of my will power not to throw up.

I'm going to fucking kill you, Steve James!

Thats what I tell myself as he dismisses me so he can tuck himself away and go back to whatever he was doing.

Thank fuck!

Three new girls show up just after dinner. Walking down the basement stairs I hear the telltale sounds of crying and begging to be let go.

Then I hear the telltale signs of slapping and grunting.

Some of the guards like to try out the merchandise before its sold. Thats the way it was described to me. Like if it doesn't perform well or it's a spitter or a biter, they will return it. Yeah right.

The first girl I see is young like 17 maybe with blonde hair and blue eyes. Small and Frightened.

"What's your name" I ask as I step up to her cell, she's already been stripped and is in a white night gown.

She looks at me with narrowed eyes. She thinks I'm one of them.

"Gorgia Fretton" she says squaring her shoulders back. A show of strength. not so frightened after all. I turn to keep walking when she speaks again.

"My father is a very important man... we will come for me" she truly believes her daddy will save her. So, I just nod and carry on.

Poor girl has no clue that no one will replace her. She will be sold to someone disgusting. Who is depraved and sadistic.

Riggs had great pleasure in telling me that my humming Malorie didn't survive the first night with her new owner. He had brutalized her body beyond recognition.

I was devastated!

The next cell is an older woman, maybe 24 or older. Shes beautiful with red hair and green eyes.

"What's your name" I ask. The fire in her eyes is still very present as she spits at me through the metal bars.

"Fuck you" she screams, "fuck all of you" she adds grabbing the attention of the guards who barrel over to teach her a lesson.

All I can do is step away and continue to the final cell.

Shock hits me first. Then panic when I see who's in the cell.

Kimmy!

Stepping up to the bars I see she looks broken, her eyes glazed, her body is thin and her hair dull and lifeless.

"Kimmy... I'm Marla... I'm a friend or you fathers" I tell her in hope she will look at me.

Her gaze come into focus as she looks at me. Fuck, she won't survive a new owner. I need to help her!

"Listen to me Kimmy... he's coming for us... your father... he's coming to save us" I say quietly so the guards don't hear.

She blinks once and blinks again. Her eyes shine and then she nods once.

Fuck, she understands. I haven't lost her yet!