The Alpha’s Slave

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After Hermes deflowered me mercilessly, I felt broken. So broken I could barely walk. My womanhood stung with so much pain that seared my waist and thighs. Blood smeared my thighs. I had managed to wash them off before slumping into the bed.

I huddled and buried myself on the bed, whimpering uncontrollably as my tears wet the sheets, the scenario replaying in my head like a horror movie even though I tried hard not to think of it.

Days passed and even weeks. I wasn’t sure since he locked me up in his hell hole. My daily routine was to wake up, wallow in agony, nibble on the food brought by the castle maids, knit some pieces and watch the rise and settling of the sun from the window. The last two were the only activities that managed to untangle me from my web of gloom. It’s been a bit long since I saw Hermes. And I was happy about it. I wished I’ll never see him again. But my wish didn’t come true.

One evening while I was peacefully watching the sun dip into the horizon, two mean-looking beta guards violently flung the room door open and stormed in.

“Alpha Hermes has ordered us to bring you to his chamber right this instant,” their deep voices chorused as though they were programmed to do so.

“Tell him he can rot in hell,” I cursed, turning to face them. Little did I know that I’ll pay dearly for my words.

The guards matched angrily to me. One of them pressed the back of my neck and pushed me with so much force that sent me crashing to the floor. If I hadn’t landed on my hands, my face would have smashed into the floor.

They flanked me and took turns bombarding my sides with aggressive kicks before pulling me back to my feet.

I coughed in between grunts and almost choked. My sides ached with excruciating pains and I tried to cradle and rub them to lessen the pain but they held my arms tightly, not wanting to let go.

“You just arrived,” one scoffed, washing me with a condescending sneer. “And you’re already coughing your way to death.”

I ignored him and focused on breaking free from their clutch. But the harder I struggled, the more it tightened, pulling me violently down the hallway that led to Hermes’s chamber.

On arriving and opening the door, they threw me in as though I was some weightless toy and clicked it shut at once. They locked me in and I was sure they were standing guard outside.

Raising my head, I saw no other than Hermes gloriously seated on a plush armchair that could qualify as a throne. Even though I found it unnecessary and didn’t want to admit it, his room was a haven of luxury, with walls dripping with gold and carpets as soft as a cloud. Every corner was a treasure trove, filled with riches that would make one’s jaw drop. It was a paradise on earth. A room befitting an Alpha king. But I wondered why the curtains were draped over the windows since the evening just began, blocking natural light from pouring in. What could he be hiding?

“Welcome, Brianna,” the devilish grin in his eyes contained a sensuous flame that sent my pulses racing with tension and fear.

“Why have you brought me here?” I ignored his welcome, my body shivering as I wobbled myself up.

“Good question,” his devilish tightened, carrying the weight of a hidden motive. ” Now, strip!”

His last word made my eyes widen in shock as I tried to keep my fragile control. It hadn’t taken me long to realize that the Alpha King seated before me was crazy. A crazy sex maniac. He had me brought into his chamber just for me to strip for him?

“Are you deaf or having a hard time processing the info?” he thrust his chin forward, his voice rumbling like thunder. “Let me not repeat myself. I said, strip!!”

I cringed backwards slightly. I wanted to run. Run for my life. Run from this monster. But there was nowhere to run. The door was locked and the guards were standing outside. The windows were insanely high as usual. And even if I wanted to go through the window, there was no way I could get past Hermes. He towered over me by a full eight inches. His look and physique were intimidating, thick and massive like a Viking’s.

Left with no other choice, reluctantly, with trembling fingers, I began taking off my gown. I unfastened it and slid it completely off my body, leaving it on the floor. Reaching for my underwear next, I slid it down.

Feebly, I crossed my arms across my chest to hide my puffs and protect myself from the dark chills that were creeping into me. My face slumped to my chest. I momentarily squeezed my eyes shut and a tear drop trickled out.

“Good,” he drawled. “Now raise your head and take those hands off those lovely melons.”

By the time I raised my head and opened my eyes, they had already brimmed up, the glistening tears blurring my vision. I wished this was just a bad dream I’ll wake up from at any second. I wish it wasn’t real. But it turned out as real as reality. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Slowly, I slid my hands down from my body and struggled to keep my gaze on his cold, proud eyes. The moment he saw my puffs, the devilish grin on his face curved some more, reaching his ears.

“Better. Now. Dance for me, Brianna,” he tapped a small device in his hand and from nowhere, a slow, erotic song started playing. “I want you to dance for me. Impress me. Make my fucking cock fucking rise.”

Dance? I couldn’t understand. Why would I dance naked in front of him? Welcoming the confusion, I took a moment to catch my breath. I just stood there, unsure of what I heard. Unsure of what to do, my gaze flickering from his anticipating eyes.

The song had already gone halfway. But still, I couldn’t bring myself to move. Groaning angrily, he rose and lurked toward me, his stance emphasizing the force of his anger and impatience.

“You look so pretty?” He towered before me and ran his fingers over my puffs. They were rough and prickled my every being.

I wanted to resist but on remembering how he almost strangled me to death in the bathroom, I comported myself. If I could survive what he did to me back then, then I could also survive whatever he wanted to do to me now. I’ll survive. I know I will.

He gave my nipples a hard pull and I struggled to press my trembling lips together to suppress the stinging pain.

“What a body you’ve got,” his breath was hot on my ear as he settled behind me.

Digging his face into the thickness of my hair, he sniffled in the scent before packing a fistful of it in his fingers and yanking it so hard my pressed lips instinctively opened, letting out a scream that bounced on the walls and surfaces of the room. It was painful. So painful I thought my hair will rip off from my scalp.

“Don’t you understand?” His voice hardened ruthlessly. Territorially as he pulled my hair. “All this beauty. All this body was handmade for me. And only me. I claimed you at that local store. And now, you are my property.”

Suddenly, he released it and my breath stammered in relief. But he wasn’t done. Pulling me back greedily into his brutal possession, his filthy hands explored my body, outlining the edges of curves. Ice spread through my body as his fingers travelled down, making me shiver uncontrollably in disgust.

“I thought I made it all clear to you at the bathroom,” he made his way under my legs and slipped two fingers into my moist hole. “You are now under my control. You are my sex slave. And I’ll do to you whatever I want.”

“Ahhh…ahhh,” my tear-stained voice broke out in cracking sobs. “Please… Hermes… stop… Please stop.”

“It’s ‘master’, you bitch!” he vented and inserted another finger into my innocent hole. My sobs loudened to the hilt, intensifying to groans. “As my sex slave, it’s your duty to obey me. Your duty to serve me with utmost devotion. Your duty to satisfy my fantasies. Your duty to heed all my sexual demands. Got that?” he joined his fourth finger to the ones already inserted.

“Yes… yes, master,” I forced words from my gritted teeth, nodding desperately. I gritted them so hard my jaw went numb. All I wanted at that moment was a way out of his brutal possession. A way out of the pain. I was still recovering from the one his wicked cock had inflicted on me. And here he was, inflicting yet another one.

“Good,” he drove his fingers out and released me. I blew out heavy breaths, trying to recover from the effect.

He swaggered back to his armchair, picked up that small device and tapped it again. The song which had finished playing moments ago, started afresh.

“All that should have warmed you up,” he focused his dangerous, expectant gaze on me again. “Don’t let me repeat myself. Now dance! Dance for me, Brianna!”