1. The Circle: Abduction.


    Date: 2/23/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Death, Drug, Murder, Rape, Slavery, Snuff, Written by women, Author: LaceyChains, Rating: 82.1, Source: sexstories.com

    that to a woman? Is that what I can expect as your slave? To be raped and killed? God, I almost wish it was me, just so this nightmare would end." I felt like crying again, but the tears wouldn't come. I felt empty and cold, as if my life had ended when Layla died. Circe sat her book down but remained in her chair. "It's our way. Even the most valued of slaves my choose the freedom of death. We have a reverence for it. Meeting your Moment with bravery and sacrifice to please our Masters is a great honor, I hope one day you will understand that." I heard the words but it was if she were speaking another language. None of it made sense and I drew my knees up as I studied her flawless and implacable face. "I could never understand such brutality. You and your brother must be insane. What he did..." I was at a loss for words and I grew quiet, wishing I could summon the tears Layla deserved. Circe remained quiet for a moment before answering. "You cannot know it now, but what he did was a mercy. That girl was not going to be easily broken, but I assure you they would have broken her eventually. But only after she suffered for days or even weeks. There are Masters who would have taken her for just that purpose alone. There are men who would have tortured her and broken her body slowly. She would have been killed anyway, but only after suffering a pain you could never imagine. Marco knew this. That's why he killed her when he did." I laughed bitterly at the arrogant absurdity of ...
    her logic. "A mercy? That's what you call it? He fucked her while she was dying! What kind of sick fuck does that!" "Be careful with those words, Jessica. Between us as females, we may be able to say such things, but if he were to hear you, you would be punished severely." Then she glanced down at her hands, as if she were struggling to say what came next. "You should be thankful to him. He could easily have just taken her and sent her to her fate, but what he did, he did for you as much as he did for her." I wasn't yet sure what she meant, but a cold chIll passed over me at what she implied. "He did it for me? How could killing her possibly help me?" Circe rose slowly and sat on the bed next to me, I recoiled away but she made no effort to touch me. "You look on me as your captor, but as I've told you, I am a slave, nothing more. Nothing that happens to you hasn't already been done to me and I too must face the possibility of one day having my Moment forced upon me. I was born to it, just as Marco was." "In my youth, I was taught to sing and recite poetry, but once I reached my eighteenth year, I was taken by a man, just as Marco took you. Our only difference is that I have known no other way." Circe gently took my hand, not as a captor or Master, but as a friend. "Marco sees in you a strength that makes him believe you could adapt and survive. Most of those we take from the outside don't last long, but you can, as long as you understand what's at stake. By killing poor Layla, ...
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