Inside, hanging neatly from hooks, was everything Mother had thought she would need to break me. Clearly, the dogs were just the start. Or were they? It occurred to me that had I been alone, I might not have been naked in the hot tub. Had we simply been easy marks? Had the dogs crapped out on their training and jumped the gun?
“It’s got your name on it,” Miriam said, bringing me back to the moment.
I looked down and saw, sitting in a velvet-lined box atop the bottom drawers, a collar. I reached down and picked it up. Yet another thing for with no expense had been spared, the collar was firm but soft leather, studded with rubies, which Mother knew were my favorite. The steel fastenings appeared to be nickel plated, and came together with two loops, which looked as if they were designed to support a padlock. There were loops around the rest of the collar, as well, no doubt to be hooked onto the leash that hung next to a very unpleasant looking whip. I bet the idea was also to attach it to one of the many loops in the floor or on the columns with the ropes in the bottom drawers. And, yes, engraved on a rose gold plaque opposite the buckle was my name in a rather baroque ***********.
I unclasped the buckle, put the collar around my neck, and fastened it snugly into place. It fit perfectly.
“What are you doing?!” Miriam said, shocked.
“Taking what’s mine,” I said, turning so the rubies sparkled. “How’s it look?”
“You’re kind of scaring me,” Miriam said.
I took her hand in mine and guided it up to the gilded collar. “I didn’t mean to,” I said. “I’m sorry. But this was meant to keep me bound to my family. Now, it’s what’s going to set me free. Set us free.”
I kissed her, and she kissed me back. Her finger slipped through one of the steel loops, and she pulled me in harder. Our tongues danced furiously for the first time since the ordeal with the dogs had begun.
“That’s more like it,” I said, feeling my heart racing.
“Now I wish I had one,” Miriam said as we parted.
“I doubt Mother figured on you being here,” I said. “But I bet she’ll have something made now that she knows. Lucky you.”
“You think she’d spend that kind of money on me?” Miriam said.
“Definitely,” I said, making my way over to the computer desk. “She’d never allow us to be together, of course, but I’m sure she knows people who know people.”
“What kind of people?!” Miriam fretted.
“People who would buy you,” I said, deciding not to sugar coat it. It’s not that I truly knew this, but I knew my mother, and I knew her friends. They were, evidently, the kind of people who would blackmail their own children and build dungeons to break them. Only a fool would think it stopped there.
“What—” she started, but when I switched on the computer monitors, the air seemed to leave the room.
On the screens were the feeds from the remaining cameras. It was a lot.
“Why?” Miriam said. “Why go through the trouble?”
She had a point. A grainy night vision video had ruined many a celebrity. Why so much footage in such high definition? I had no answer for her, so I made notes of the cameras’ locations and closed each down, ceasing recording.
Once they were shut down, I felt marginally better until I saw the center monitor. On it was a grid of folders, each labeled with a location code. I opened the folder for the poolside gazebo. In it were folders labeled with dates. I opened the one with the previous day’s date. Apparently, the cameras’ recording functions were motion activated because the first few videos were of birds, leaves, and then one of Arthur sniffing the grass. But then there we were in full color from multiple angles.
We milled about for longer than I remembered, and then relaxed in the hot tub. Seeing myself on film for the first time in a long time was weird. It’s not that I thought I looked better, but I suddenly saw what Miriam saw. I still had small boobs, but they were cute. And I did have a cute little butt. The thing that had changed was the way I carried myself. I was sexy because I believed it. Weird how that works, I thought. Watching Miriam eat me out, I was tempted to zoom in, but I already knew what I’d see. Love.
And then the moment.
Max, the paper, the whistle. Me, slipping and falling. And then Max on top of me, horror on Miriam’s face (I remembered that part), and then my face contorted in pain and humiliation. It was hard to watch my own rape, but I couldn’t look away.
When Miriam had tried to help, she had also been backed up against the hot tub by Arthur. At the time, it seemed like she had fought pretty hard, but on the screen, she had her head thrown back and was panting almost immediately.
It was at this moment that I noticed a little digital control panel next to the video player. The sound had been deactivated. I activated it. My screams were harrowing and came from speakers all around the room that had been designed to blend in.
I suddenly remembered the pain and terror. Max was sitting next to me and leaning against my legs, and I became very conscious of his presence. Unsurprisingly, there was a camera that had captured what I couldn’t see at the time, and it was no wonder I had been screaming. He was gigantic. My pussy seemed stretched to its maximum as Max fucked me without remorse. But then I had lowered myself down to see what was going on with Miriam, and the new angle seemed to make things easier on me, not just because Max’s cock had better access, but because my screams and sobs had begun to turn to little whimpers, at first of resigned pain, and then increasingly of pleasure.
“Jeez, that was fast,” I said, unintentionally out loud. I think I’d meant to be self-effacing, but it came out as almost affirming.
On the screen, it was Miriam’s turn, now. She slipped and fell (I made a note to get those paving stones textured) and Arthur was on her in a second. Now on the screen was almost too much to watch. Max’s knot plunged into me, I shrieked, and Arthur began fucking Miriam. After I fell away in a sloppy heap of dog cum, sweat, and pool water, I began encouraging her. At the time, I imagined I had been doing it to keep her from getting hurt too much and for her to get it over with quicker, but the truth was evident. I wanted her to enjoy it just as much as I had. I soothed her as she screamed for mercy, but I had clearly been broken. There was no hiding it.
“Damn, Dee,” Miriam said.
I thought she was blaming me, and I felt the heat of embarrassment in my cheeks, but her hand rested on my butt. I looked at her in confusion.
“You’re the horniest bitch I know, by far,” she said with a look in her eyes that spoke only of lust. “Probably the horniest bitch on the whole planet.”
She was right, of course, once I’d gotten a taste, I couldn’t get enough. Accessing the camera footage for the kitchen proved that. It wasn’t that I’d given in so fast. It wasn’t even that I’d encouraged Miriam to give in. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that the Danielle on the monitor was excited by the prospect of having her body used by the dog that had, only a few hours previously, robbed her of her virginity.