Blind Loyalty by M J Marlow (ereader for android .TXT) 📖

he had been giving her since they had arrived here and the people he had put in charge of her had no problem getting her to do as they bid. “You are such a beautiful animal,” the woman smiled as she finished combing her hair and left it lying around her body like a curtain. Or a shroud, Joanna thought to herself; because the drugs and her despair made her feel dead. “It is time,” another woman said as she came into the bedroom. “He is anxious for his new bed mate.” James came into the room as the women left her. He came to stand behind her as she remained seated in front of the mirror and he leaned over to kiss her on the shoulder. His hand moved to stroke her cheek and he could feel her shudder. “When you are old enough, Joanna,” he said as he went to close and lock the doors, “I will make you my wife. Until then, we shall have to be content with this arrangement.” He turned back to see her exactly where he had left her. “Stand up and take off your clothing, Joanna,” he ordered as he took a seat so he could watch her face. “Let me see what is mine.” Joanna’s hands shook as she did what she was told. She couldn’t fight him now. She had signed away her right to refuse his orders to keep her family safe. She hated him with every fiber of her being but she could not let others suffer for her. She let the gown slide off her to pool around her feet and waited. She heard him snap his fingers and went to kneel between his feet as he had trained her to do this week. She was his now and there was no hope of freedom. “I am very pleased with you, Joanna,” James said as his hands moved down to cup her breasts. He saw her dead eyes spark with anger and disgust and he smiled. “Remove my clothing now,” he ordered her. He could see her fear and her anger as she did as he told her to do. He was quite pleased at having her body under control, soon enough he would have her mind. When they were both naked, he pushed her down onto the floor and took her hard and fast as she sobbed in horror. “You will learn to enjoy this, my dear one,” he said as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Shall I show you how that will be accomplished?” He poured out two glasses of champagne and added the drug to hers while she was lying with her back to him. He turned her to him and handed her the glass. She sat up and sipped at it. He dipped his finger into her champagne and wiped the liquid over her lips. She licked it off, as he’d known she would. She looked at him in confusion as the drug began to kick in. Her body was tingling and she felt a need building inside of her she was helpless to fight. “You want me now, don’t you, my pet?” James smiled as the drug made her want what she had been fighting. Joanna nodded, the horror mixed with mounting passion in her eyes heady to him. His free hand moved into her hair and he brought her lips to his. She moaned as pleasure coursed through her and he watched as she became lost to the passion the drug was awakening in her. When it was over, she lay with her limbs entwined in his, a satisfied smile on her face. The man who had designed that drug would be quite glad to see how well it had worked when he reviewed the recording that had been made of this coupling. James stroked her back idly and she sighed and moved closer to him. “So you’re not sorry you belong to me, are you?” “Do you want me to answer that truthfully?” Joanna asked him as she struggled to understand what had happened to her. She knew her body was his because he had drugged her. She had been given far too many drugs in her life not to recognize the symptoms. He nodded and looked amused with her. “You had to force me to have sex with you; you had to threaten violence against my family and friends to make me agree to belong to you.” She looked at him coldly. “I hate you, James Leighton,” she said bluntly. “You can turn me into a wanton and make my body do your bidding; but I will always hate you.” “I do not require your affection,” James said as his hand clamped down on her breast and made her gasp with the pain, “only your body.” He raised her eyes to his. “Your only purpose now is to give me children, Joanna. If you are a good little slave, I may allow you to have access to them. If you continue to be willful, you will see them only when you give birth to them and while you are nursing them.” He tightened his grip on her chin. “Good little slaves,” he informed her of his conditions, “do not tell their masters they hate them. In fact, they do not speak at all unless they are asked a direct question. They do not speak to anyone other than their master without his permission. Good little slaves do as they are told without question, comment, or hesitation. You will be a good little slave, Joanna. Is this understood?” “Yes,” Joanna sobbed as the pain radiated out from her chin. “You will address me as ‘my lord’, my pet,” James told her. “Understand?” “Yes, my lord,” Joanna whimpered. “Then go start a bath for me,” he said as he shoved her out of bed. Joanna went into the bathroom and started the water running. “Add three drops of the musk oil in the red bottle,” he instructed her as he got up. He watched as she did so and then pulled her to him. “You will do it this way every time, my darling. Is this clear?” “Yes, my lord,” Joanna said as she set the bottle back on the shelf and waited for the tub to fill. He got in and made her climb in behind him and ordered her to scrub his back. Joanna found a loufa sponge and she added the three drops of liquid soap he told her to and began to scrub slowly and gently. He made her do every inch of his body and when he was clean, he had her sit as he returned the favor, stroking and petting her until she was writhing and moaning with need. “You see, my pretty slave,” James smiled as he got out later and had her dry him off. “Life is much more pleasant when everyone knows their place. Don’t you agree?” He looked at her expectantly and she knew what he wanted to hear. “Yes, my lord,” she sobbed as she dried off his feet. He stroked her hair like a favored pet and left her alone in the bathroom. He smiled as he heard her sobs. He was very pleased with how quickly he had brought her to heel. He knew she still hated him, but it would not last long. He would have her under his control soon enough. He smiled as a snap of his fingers brought her to kneel at his side. “I need to go out now,” he told his new pet. “Dress me.” Joanna did as he asked and he left her locked in the bedroom and put her under guard. He might appear to be in control, but he was taking no chances with her. Until he was certain she had no more thought of freedom, he would continue to hold her as a prisoner. Joanna was too horrified by what he had made her do to think of anything but curling up in the middle of the bed and crying. She was his pet, and his slave now. She had no illusions of how life would be for her. He could not parade her out in public when everyone was looking for her. He would keep her caged and cowed until he broke her. But he was not going to break her, Joanna’s mind screamed. She would play the role he had for her to keep him appeased. But once he lifted the restrictions, she would be out of this place. She was not going to let him win! Her mind was suddenly swarming with images from his rape sessions and she went into the bathroom and was ill. Once the reaction had passed, she took a scalding hot shower, scrubbing at her skin as she sobbed. He’d had his hands on every inch of her body and she wanted his mark off of her. She didn’t stop until she could no longer smell the musk and then she stood under the water until her skin was pruning. She turned the water off and sank down on the bench, still whimpering in reaction to what he had done to her; and what he had made her do. She thought of Aidan then and began to cry all over again. She had sold herself to this monster to keep him alive, and James’ men had murdered him anyway. Three days went by much the same as the first. Joanna did whatever he told her to do and he drugged her before he made her have sex with him. She was beginning to realize that the drug was addictive when her stomach began to cramp up about the time he gave her the shot. He confirmed this by waiting to give her a shot once. She was curled up in the fetal position sobbing and whimpering in pain. James held the needle up in front of her eyes, laughing. “You want this, don’t you, pet?” he teased her and watched as she looked up at him in horror. “What will you do for me so I give you your fix?” Joanna shook her head and backed away from him. She was not going to let him turn her into a drug addict! He put the needle in the nightstand drawer and locked it. “You’re going to regret that,” he said as he left. “Let’s see how long you last.” Joanna backed into the corner and wrapped her arms around her shaking body. She was not going to let him do this to her! She would die before she would let him go this far to control her. The pains increased and she was screaming, but she still refused to call him. She lost track of time as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Pain became her constant companion when she was awake. But then James tired of her defiance and he came into the room. He hooked his fingers through the ring of her collar and yanked her towards the bed. “No!” Joanna screamed and slugged him across the face. “I won’t let you turn me into an addict!” He let her go and she ran for the door. She pulled on it but it was locked fast. “Let me out of here!” she cried in protest. He pulled her away and she collapsed to her knees. “Please let me go.” “You belong to me, pet,” James said as he dragged her to the bed and made her kneel beside it. “There is nowhere else for you now.” He unlocked the drawer and held out the needle. “This will make all the pain go away, Joanna. You’ll be happy…” He stroked her cheek and her body leaned into his touch. She sobbed. “You want this, Joanna, my pet,” he crooned as he ran his hand down her arm. “Let me take your pain away.”