“I love my dolls,” I shrug. “There’s just something so erotic about watching two people fuck.”

“Indeed,” he agrees, then his expression turns serious. “Give me a figure and I’ll think about it.”

“Three million for both.” I keep the amount low because I know this man is going to chase it up. I’ve dealt with his kind before.

“I make that in a year off them.”

I cross my legs, letting the skirt pull up. “Why don’t we cut the crap? You tell me how much you want and I’ll pay it.”

Cameron’s eyes glide over the tables. He doesn’t say anything for a good ten minutes. I let my eyes go to Jack and I keep looking at him so I don’t have to see the depravity happening around me.

“Five million,” Cameron suddenly says. I look back to him and when our eyes meet he smirks, “each.”

Ten million! That will be the most I’ve ever paid for slaves.

I look at Jack again and a longing to see that man free overwhelms me. “Three million each.”

I hear Cameron chuckle, but I don’t bother looking at him. “Four.” The single word sounds empty and cold and I know that’s it, he won’t go any lower.

“It’s a deal. I’ll transfer the funds to you tomorrow. When can I have them?”

“Eager, Mrs. Ryland?”

“Very much,” I make sure to smile seductively as I look at Jack.

“He is always booked for Friday afternoons and Saturday evenings. You may take him on Sunday.”

“Thank you.” Another two days in this hell hole and then I can take them and leave. I can do this! I search the room and find Adam where he’s standing with the girl. He gives me a slight nod, indicating that he got her for the night. I sigh with relief, knowing she will be safe for a few hours at least. Adam will look after her while I take care of Jack.

Just forty eight hours then we’re going home.

~*~

Cameron snaps his fingers at Sven. “Mistress Ryland won Jack. Let her have a key for room fourteen.”  He then turns back to me. “You’ll find your room just down the hall, to the left. Enjoy your evening.” Then he gets up and laughs gaily. “Bring the slave to Mrs. Westbrook.” He laughs again and then he kisses the old hag’s hand. “My dear, seeing as you got so close to winning the slave for the night, I’ll allow you thirty minutes with him for half of what you staked.”

“You’re so generous,” Mrs. Westbrook says.

No! No.No.No! That was not part of the plan! I’m going to be sick if this woman so much as touches Jack.

Jack follows Sven to our table, and his movements remind me of a tiger stalking its prey.

“Your slave, Mistress,” Sven says and at once Jack kneels down.

“Thank you, Sven-dear,” Mrs. Westbrook purrs. She goes to stand in front of Jack and then pets him.

“I wish Cameron would sell this slave to me. There is so much I’d like to do with him.”

In your fucking wildest dreams bitch! I wish I could grab her by her hair, drag her over the table and shove a paddle up her wrinkled ass.

“Get on the table, Slave,” she commands.

A hauntingly beautiful song fills the air, making my heart feel heavier in my chest.

My eyes are fixed on Jack as he positions himself on the table. He’s a large man, and barely fits.

The old woman practically jumps him, unzipping his pants and then she yanks it down. I feel bile rise in my throat. Under the florescent lights I can see marks marring his chest, abdomen and his legs and inner thighs. My heart weeps for all this man had to endure in his life.

The old woman takes hold of his cock, and I have to clench my jaw so I don’t do something to jeopardize the whole situation. Even though he’s not hard, he is well endowed and absolutely beautiful.

I take solace in the fact that I’ve bought his freedom. Come Monday, Jack will be safely on the plantation.

“I got you a present, Slave,” Mrs. Westbrook purrs. She straps electrosex bands on him and then she strokes him again. I hate that she’s touching him, violating him like this! I suck in deep breaths to keep the rampant emotions warring inside of me under control.

“Tonight you will get hard for me!” she snaps and I can’t help the smile forming around my lips. So that’s what she wants from Jack, for him to get hard. There is fight in him after all! The thought fills me with relief. As long as a person has fight there is always hope.

I watch Jack tense as the first charge of electricity hits him. Sadly, he starts to harden and I can almost feel the frustration and disappointment ripple off of him in waves.

“See how hard you’re getting for me now,” Mrs. Westbrook says gleefully. “Look at your hard cock!” Jack looks down and I see a flash of emotion cross his handsome features.

I glance at my watch and notice that she only has a couple of minutes left. I practically count the time down, my eyes jumping between my watch and Jack’s face. As the last second finally slips away, I say, “I believe the thirty minutes are up. The slave is mine now.”

“This is ridiculous!” Mrs. Westbrook cries, shooting daggers at me with her eyes. “I’m sure you can wait another ten minutes!”

Oh hell no! The bitch is insane if she thinks I’m letting her have a second more with Jack. “No, I paid for every minute and I intend to enjoy every minute.”

I don’t think and reach out to Jack. Touching his shoulder, I say, “Get up and take that thing off, then follow me.”

Jack darts up, pulls the bands from his cock and then pulls his jeans back up. He slips from the table and Mrs. Westbrook goes to stand right in front of him, blocking his way. “I’ll see you next week, Slave.”

I take Jack’s hand and he looks at me for the first time tonight. Shock flashes over his face.

I look at the old hag and I let my eyes burn over her, not hiding any of the hatred I feel for her. “Not if I have any say. You enjoy your evening now.”

I lead Jack from the room to the designated room assigned to us. I can feel his eyes on me every now and then. He must be wondering what I have planned for him. I wish I could put him at ease but that would blow our cover.

Once we’re in the room I lock the door behind us. Hyper aware of the cameras in the room, I whisper, “Please go take a shower and wash that women’s touch from your body.”

He obeys immediately and it gives me a few minutes to prepare myself for the night.

I’m so tired of this shit. I’m bone weary from all the years of emotional torture of watching people being hurt. But no matter how tired I am, I will never stop. Knowing that I’m saving lives, gives me a certain amount of control. When Father was alive I had no control over what happened to the slaves in our house. I grew up around people being raped, beaten and killed - all for the love of money. Now the roles are reversed. I’m giving away all that money to save people.

~*~

Jack comes out of the bathroom with only a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes take in his bare chest where drops of water are running down his bronze skin.

I walk to him and take hold of his hand. I notice he has a leather band around each of his wrists, a sign that he’s a slave.

“You may look at me.” His eyes snap up to mine and I feel a wave of intensity hit. This man has so much fight in him, I can feel it just standing close to him. I don’t understand why he’s here.

I get ready to play my part. I need to do this for all our sakes. Cameron can’t get suspicious of us.

“I will not require sex.” I see shock flash across Jack’s face. “I’m not into that. I’m a visual person. You may satisfy yourself.”

I’ve watched so many men and women masturbating. I take consolation in the fact that at least they aren’t being raped.

I can see the questions on his face and I don’t know what makes me whisper, “I’m celibate, Jack.” I don’t share that part of me with anyone. The people in my life are on a need to know basis and I feel it’s something they don’t need to know. I don’t date and I don’t fuck. I don’t do relationships unless it’s a platonic friendship, and even those are limited to only Adam, Tristan and Miss Ella.