0 comments/ 53410 views/ 13 favorites House of Steel: Silenced Ch. 01 By: Necrolith *This is fiction. I do not approve of rape in any shape, form or situation.* The sun was just setting on the horizon. The sparse cars did little to help Sarah see her way. Eventually one pulled to the side of the road and she walked up to the window. A man in his early forties was driving. His hair was thinning and he wore a tweed jacket. "Need a lift?" he asked. Sarah nodded and got in the car. She was thankful the heater was on and she put her chilled fingers up to the vents as he got back on the road. "So what's a pretty young thing like you doing out here?" She hated small talk. It made the whole process worse. "A hundred bucks a pop, fifty if you just want me to go down." "That's a little expensive for a highway whore." "Then pull the car over." Significance Sarah was 19. She had narrow hips and firm 34C breasts. She knew what she was worth. He pulled a fifty out of his wallet and handed it to Sarah. She noticed the picture of his wife and kids and felt ill. She took the money and unfastened his pants while he drove. She rubbed his cock until it was hard and then leaned over and took him into her mouth. He was salty and bitter. She gagged when he put his hand on the back of her head to push her down further. It wasn't the length or the smell that made her gag, she was use to it. She hated when they tried to face fuck her. "Oh, yeah, you like that don't you. Yeah, suck on daddy's cock like a good girl. Suck it you little whore." Less than two minutes later he was coming in her mouth and she got out when he pulled the car over. Sarah decided to call it a day. She had enough money to buy dinner and rent a motel for the night. She was just a few minutes from the exit that would lead to a warm bath when a car pulled up beside her. The man inside was short and fat. Sarah told him she didn't need a lift but he waved five hundred dollar bills at her. Something didn't feel right but she liked the look of that money. If she saved it she could get a real apartment and then maybe a job would actually call her back. No one wanted to hire the homeless girl. He asked her if she knew a private place he could park his car and they could finish their transaction. She took his money and said she did and then directed him to an old road no one used anymore. About a half a mile you could no longer be seen from the highway. He got out of the car and opened her door. "Just bend over the seat there so I can go at you from behind." She did and lifted her skirt while he pulled down her panties. She handed him a condom and was grateful he didn't put up a fuss. She wanted to kick him when he stood there examining her. He pumped a finger inside of her and played with her clit. She hated that the way he touched her turned her on but she couldn't help it. Her clit was sensitive and she could get wet from walking in jeans. Finally he pushed his cock inside of her. He was bigger than she had expected and she groaned as he filled her. A few minutes later he pulled out and she felt him pressing against her ass. He was slow and careful but she still wanted to tell him to stop. Most of the time she could get away with it by saying that it cost extra for anal but with the money he laid down on her she knew she would have to suffer. When he was completely inside of her he gave her a moment to adjust to his size. His thrusts were slow at first but he was quick to pick up speed. "No, God stop, it hurts. Please. It hurts." Sarah said as she tried to get up. He slapped his hand down on her back to hold her down and he moved faster and harder. He rubbed her clit with his other hand and she cried. It seemed to go on forever and she could feel herself about to cum. She tried to push his hand away but he was too strong. She could feel him grow irritated the longer he went on. "Damn it whore, cum!" He demanded. She wanted to just to get it over with but the pain was too much. He came to the same conclusion and slowed his pace but it wasn't enough. She had been torn and every movement now was pure agony for her. He pulled out of her ass and slammed into her cunt. Finally she came and he struck her in the back of the head. The blow left her disoriented until she smelled something odd and had a weird taste in her mouth. He was holding a cloth over her mouth and nose. She struggle in vain for a few seconds before darkness came. Sarah woke to pain. Her wrists were held together by metal bands. She was lying naked on cement as someone beat her with a cane. She curled into a ball and begged for him to stop. When she screamed herself hoarse it finally stopped. She didn't try to move. Her position left her vulnerable when he came up to her and started fingering her most sensitive parts. At first she tried to stop him but she was too weak and quickly gave up. She tried to accept this pleasure no matter how bad it made her feel, it was better than the pain right now. She finally got a look at her abuser. It wasn't the same man she got in the car with. This man was tall and well built. He had chestnut brown hair and cold grey eyes. As his skilled hands worked over her clit her body grew hot from desire and shame. She cried softly for her weakness. The room she was in was small. Cement blocks made up the walls and there was a large steel door. The only furnishings the room seemed to have were a chair, a metal bucket and a mirror. Something was shoved inside of her and she screamed. It was big and hard and she quickly tried to push the man away. He was too strong and she was too weak. He fucked her with the cane while she bled and cried. "Why are you crying? You know you like it. You're nothing but a whore giving it up for whoever wants it." "No, please stop. I'll do anything just stop, it hurts." The man stopped what he was doing but left the cane inside of her. "Tell me you're a whore." Sarah sobbed and said softly, "I'm a whore." "How many cocks have you had inside of this hole, huh?" He thrust the cane deeper into her cunt. "I don't know," she sobbed. "How about here? How many men have you had fuck you in the ass?" He shoved two fingers in her ass. "Stop it!" Sarah screamed as he tore into her. Before she could realize what was going on, the cane was pulled out of her and he was beating her again. She cried out as the cane came down over her legs, back, and arms. "Answer the fucking question." "I don't know." He shoved his fingers so far down her throat she started gagging. "Suck my fingers clean bitch." She grimaced at the taste of blood, feces and her own juices but she sucked his fingers until they were clean. "Yeah, you like sucking don't you. Do you even know how many cocks you sucked?" "N-no." "Whore," he said as he hit her with the cane again. "Rub your clit. Make yourself cum for me." Sarah did as he asked and started gently rubbing her clit. She was in so much pain she couldn't block it out to focus on pleasuring herself. "You've got two more minutes to cum before I beat the shit out of you." She started rubbing her clit furiously and even stuck a finger inside of her cunt. It hurt if she tried to fuck herself but she could rub her G-spot without too much pain. Finally she came. She curled into a ball and cried. She couldn't believe she had just masturbated in front of this man. Sarah hadn't expected the cane to come down on her again. She did everything he asked of her and still he beat her until she fell unconscious. When she woke this time she was in what looked like a doctor's office on a metal table. She was still naked and the room was so cold she was shivering. Her wrists ached from where the metal bands had been earlier. The door opened and a man in his late thirties walked in. He was slim and had blond hair and thick glasses. "Oh, you're awake. That's good. I'm Doc. We've had you X-rayed and while you're pretty banged up, nothing's broken. How do you feel?" "Like I've been beaten and raped." "Being negative isn't going to get you anywhere. Now I'm going to take some of your blood to run tests on. Just to make sure you're nice and healthy. Okay?" "I want to go home." "Sweetie, you are home." "Do you know if you're infected with anything? HIV, hepatitis?" "I don't think so." "How long have you been selling your body?" "Six months." "Are you on any medication or drugs?" "No." She barely felt it when he stuck the needle in her vein. She didn't understand why someone who seemed so gentle would be working with those men. "Are they going to kill me?" "No, no, no. I know it seems like he's trying to kill you with that cane but it's actually really light weight so it hurts pretty badly but he's not doing anything too permanent. Anyway, why would they kill such a pretty girl like you? They only kill the ones who cause problems and you're not going to cause problems are you?" "Will they let me go if I'm good?" "No, but they'll treat you better." He gently grabbed her ankle and she saw he was helping her into stirrups. "What are you doing?" "We're just doing a little PAP okay." The instruments he used were freezing goose bumps broke out over her body. Her body burned with shame while he poked and prodded her. When he was done he left her legs in the stirrups and moved to her side. He rubbed around her breasts checking for any lumps. "Alright you look good. Just one last thing before you go." He rummaged through his desk drawers and pulled out a small silver object. He placed it against her clit and it started vibrating. Instantly she tried to get up and push him away. "Please, no." "Shhh. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not like them. I just like watching dirty sluts cum in my office. Now just relax and lie back otherwise I'm going to have to call Dean back in here." She relaxed and quiet tears fell down her cheeks. He put his thumb to her lips and said, "Open up and suck." She came while sucking on his thumb and hardly struggled as the chloroform rag was placed over her mouth and nose. Dean was sitting in a chair smoking in front of the door to her cell when Sarah woke. She was on the floor and scurried to the farthest corner from Dean. She hugged her knees to her chest in self defense of whatever pain he was planning to inflict on her. Dean took a long drag from his cigarette and asked, "Are you going to behave or am I going to have to beat you some more?" "Please don't hurt me." "Come here." Sarah started to stand and he said, "No, crawl." She knelt and crawled over to him. He handed her his cigarette and said, "Take this and put it out on your palm." Sarah looked up at him, horrified, searching some ounce of mercy with in his cold, menacing eyes. Finding none she took the cigarette and held it near her palm. She took a deep breath but couldn't make herself do it. She tried again but still couldn't find the strength inside to burn herself. It didn't take long for Dean to get impatient. He kicked her onto her back and started hitting her with the cane on her stomach. When she turned on her side and held her knees to her chest protectively Dean started beating her back and the backs of her thighs. He picked her up by her hair until she was kneeling. Her long chestnut hair stuck to her face from her tears and when he pulled her hair back she saw she was facing a mirror. Her face was red from crying and there were huge welts all over her body. She was naked and dirty. The man knelt down behind her and gazed at her through the mirror. When Sarah looked away he said, "Don't look away. I want you to see yourself for what you truly are. What do you see?" Sarah searched her mind trying to think of the right thing to say but came up empty. "I don't know." "I'm getting really tired of hearing that from you. Are you really that stupid?" "No." He struck the backs of her thighs with the cane. "I think you're lying. Answer the question." "Yes." "Yes what?" "I'm stupid." "A stupid what?" "A stupid whore." "That right. You're a stupid whore." He cupped her breasts and toyed with her nipples which were already hard from the cold air in the room. "Do you like having your nipple played with?" he whispered seductively in her ear. When all she did was sniffle for a response he pinched and twisted her nipples between his fingers until she cried out. "If you make me ask you again I'll start breaking bones." "So-sometimes, if it's gentle." He lowered his hands to her thighs and pulled them apart while he licked the curve of her ear. When his fingers found her clit she shuddered. "Now I want you to look in the mirror and tell yourself that you like it." "I like it." "What do you like about it?" "The way it feels." When she didn't elaborate any further he tugged sharply on her hair. "I like how my body gets hot and wet, how I lose all control when I cum." She heard the sound of a zipper being drawn and she looked behind her to see Dean pulling out his cock. She whimpered slightly as he pushed her forward and eased himself into her cunt. It surprised her to find that it didn't hurt. After he had raped her with the cane she thought she had been torn up a lot worse. She wondered how long she had been out for. "Rub your clit and watch yourself while I fuck you." She did as he commanded and watched as tears rolled down her cheeks even as her face grew flushed with desire. He was strong and forceful but he didn't hurt her and she hated herself for being turned on by her abuser. When she came he yelled at her to keep her eyes open and watch. She came twice more before he finally pulled out of her and forced her to swallow his cum. She stayed as she was on all fours. He put his clothes back in order and opened the door to her cell. Four men walked in the room. Before she could get a good look at any of them her face was pushed into the floor and she could feel someone kneeling behind her. He shoved himself inside of her and she cried softly. It hurt but it was nowhere near how bad the cane had hurt. He pulled her hair like the reigns to a horse and rode her hard. She was too blinded by tears to see any of the men in the mirror and her hair was being held so tight she couldn't turn her head. "Don't stop rubbing that clit, we know how much you want this." "That's right, take it all you fucking whore." "You're loving this aren't you, whore." "You just want to be fucked." The insults kept coming and a few of the men spat on her. As soon as the first man was finished another took his place. She was also pulled away from the mirror while someone shoved his cock down her throat. She gagged as they choked her and she was forced to swallow every last drop of cum. Some fucked her in the ass and soon just lost count. She was so confused she didn't know how many men there were in the room anymore or how many times each fucked her. She came over and over again until her clit was so sensitive she was begging them to just let her stop. They refused and as soon as her fingers started to slow on her clit someone else had his fingers there to finish the job. "Please, no more. I can't take coming anymore. Please, it hurts so much. Oh, God, Oh, I'm gonna cum. Ahhhh! No more. No more. Please, no more." When the men were finally finished with her she lay limp on the floor, unable to move. Dean was the only one left in the room with her and he rolled her onto her stomach. The cum she hadn't been quick enough to swallow was caked over her cheeks and chin. He trailed his fingers down her thigh and then back up over her clit. She made a whimper that was more animal than human and he leaned in close to her ear. "What are you?" "A stupid whore." The words were barely more than a whisper but it was enough. Dean pulled something out of his pocket and showed it to her. It was a leather dog collar with a tag that read, 'Property of Dean Steel.' He slipped it around her neck. House of Steel: Silenced Ch. 02 The next time Sarah woke she was alone in the room. She felt sick and crawled to the bucket to throw up some of the sperm she had been force fed. When she was done she sat up against the wall. It was the first time that she had been left alone long enough to think about her situation. She wished she had never gotten in that car. She had known something was off about that guy but she was greedy. She instinctively hugged her knees to her chest as she mental calculated all the ways she had screwed up. When the thought came to her that maybe this was her fault she stood up as if she could run away from it. Feeling sorry for herself wouldn't get her anywhere. Doc told her they wouldn't kill unless she forced their hand. She had to stay strong, play their fucked up games until she could get away. When the thought came that she wanted to go home she realized she didn't have a home to go to. She ran away from that home after her mother died and her father got too touchy-feely. She tried to get a real job. At one point she was working two jobs but even then minimum wage didn't pay enough to keep her head above water and a roof over her head. If she got out of here now she wouldn't have anywhere to go. Her only option would be to start hooking again. Either way she knew she couldn't stay here. Whatever their ultimate goals for her were she didn't want any part of them. She was torn out of her thoughts when the door opened and Dean walked in with the cane. He shut the door before she could get a look at what was on the other side. Sarah instinctively backed into the wall and slid down until she was sitting again. "How are you feeling?" She assumed he didn't care about her emotional wellbeing so she said, "I have to go to the bathroom." "What do you think the bucket is for?" "I can't use that," said Sarah, horrified. Dean didn't say anything but he tapped the cane on the floor a few times and Sarah knew she couldn't win. "I'm hungry." "I would have thought you had enough to eat last night. But you'll be fed later. Now, use the bucket." "You're going to watch?" Sarah asked, horrified. "You are really trying my patience." Sarah looked away from Dean as she balanced herself on the bucket and relieved herself. Almost worse than having to do so in front of him was the fact that she didn't have any toilet paper. She couldn't believe any amount hot water would ever make her feel clean again. "Come here." Sarah crawled to him on all fours. He knelt down beside her. She flinched as he brought his hand down to her face but all he did was gently stroke her cheek. Somehow the kind gesture was worse than if he had struck her and she wanted to cry. "I'm very proud of you. You're adapting very quickly. All you have to do is behave and follow the rules and your stay here will be much more pleasant. Would you like to know the rules?" Sarah nodded. "That collar never comes off. You are my property, mine to do with as a please. You will do what you are told when you are told, no questions. You will not speak unless you are instructed to do so. Food is a privilege. If you are obedient you will eat. If you are not you will be beaten and you will starve. Soon you will be living upstairs with the other girls. From time to time men and sometimes women will come in and choose between you. I'm sure you're already familiar with the process. Any disobedience to one of our clients will get you ten times the beating. Occasionally someone will come in looking for more than just a few hours and we may actually sell you to one of them. Don't get your hopes up for some kind of escape. We personally select these people and you will not be going with anyone we don't trust. I want you to understand that I've been going easy on you. When you leave this room you will be expected to behave at all times and follow the rules. Anytime you don't you will beg for me to beat you with the cane after what I do to you. Do you understand?" Sarah could barely form words around her horror so she nodded. She couldn't imagine anything worse than what she was currently enduring. "If you've been good, tomorrow I will bring you upstairs and you will be allowed to eat. I'm going to leave now. If anyone comes in what are you going to do?" Sarah shuddered and answered, "Whatever they want me to do." "Maybe there is hope for you after all." A few minutes after Dean left a man walked in carrying a bucket and a rag. He set the bucket down in front of Sarah and tossed her the rag. "Clean yourself up." Sarah looked in the bucket and saw soapy water. She didn't want to be watched but knew she didn't have a choice. She soaked the rag and started with her face and worked down. When she reached her cunt she had to be careful over her clit, which was still sensitive. When she was done she rung the rag dry and draped it over the side of the bucket. The man unzipped his pants and motioned Sarah forward, "Come over here and suck my cock." Sarah crawled to him and took him in her mouth. He tasted foul but she didn't protest. It wasn't that she wanted to be good so she could get out of the room, but she wanted to eat. She was so hungry she felt faint. He pushed down her throat and she gagged but she didn't try to stop him. She had trained herself in her first few months hooking to deep throat. She allowed herself to gag because she knew the sensations would make most men cum faster. It didn't take long before he was coming down her throat. She swallowed and tried not to look disgusted. He picked up both of the buckets and left the room. From time to time other men came in and Sarah serviced them without speaking a word. Eventually she fell into a fitful sleep that left her groggy and exhausted the next day when Dean came back for her. "Unless you are in your room or in the common room I would not normally permit you to walk, you'd have to crawl like the bitch that you are, but since I'm going to be showing you around it will be quicker for me if you walk." Dean attached a leash to the collar and tugged until Sarah stood up. She followed behind him as he led her into the hallway. It was small and Sarah could see five doors, two on each side of the hallway and one at the end. "This is the lower level. This is where we keep all the new whores. Sometimes all of the rooms will be empty and sometimes they will all be filled." He led her to the door at the end of the hall and opened it with a small silver key. They went up a small stair case. From the number of steps Sarah imagined they had to have gone up at least to the second story before they came to a door. Behind this door was another hallway. This hallway was longer and was furnished with lights, paintings, and carpet. There were five doors on each side that were made out of steel. It looked out of place. At the end of the hall there was a man sitting in a chair drinking coffee and reading a book. He had a shaved head and wore a shirt that was a size too small to accentuate his muscles. Sarah noticed the gun that rested at his hip. "Every room in this house is soundproof. You are going to be assigned your own room. It will be your responsibility to keep it looking nice for our guests. It will be where you service them. Fresh linen and cleaning supplies are in the closet in the bathroom. If you're ever not feeling well, tell whichever guard is on duty. He'll take you to Doc." They reached the end of the hall and turned first one corner and then another to see a second hall that ran parallel to the first. At the end of the hall he took out another key, this one brass, and opened the door. Sarah saw another stair case that lead down. "Down there is where you will meet with our guests. You are not permitted through this door without one of my guards or unless the alarms sound." Dean shut the door and locked it. Sarah made a mental note that it might be the way to an exit. Dean opened the door on their right and led Sarah inside. There was a queen size bed in the middle of the room. It had dark red sheets and matching pillow cases. After the time spent in her cell it looked like a dream. The walls were painted dark maroon. There was also a medium sized TV on a small entertainment center across from the bed. They were the only things in the room besides a light that hung from the ceiling. "This will be your room. Your door is to be kept shut at all times, whether you are in here or not. Remember which door is yours because you are not allowed in the other girls' rooms." Dean led her out of the room and back to the first stair case. Just for a moment Sarah feared he might send her back down into the cell. So far this didn't seem as bad as she thought it would be. Instead of going down he led her up the rest of the stairs. The room looked like it had once been an attic. The walls had been reinforced with cement blocks and the roof sloped up to the middle. In the room there was a large television, a few treadmills, a pool table, a couch, and lots of chairs scattered around. Four girls stood around the pool table holding cues. They were all naked except for a collar matching Sarah's. Two of the treadmills were in use. Everyone looked up as Dean entered but went back to what they were doing when they saw Sarah. Dean pulled Sarah over to a door and opened it to the bathroom. Three large bathtubs/showers were gathered on one side of the room. Next to them was a counter with two sinks under a large mirror. Cosmetics were littered around aimlessly. On the other side of the room were toilets. Dean unhooked her collar and said, "You are free to come and go between here and your room unless you're with a client or have been told otherwise. Clean yourself up. There is a fridge and a stove in the common area. You are free to eat but you have biweekly physicals and if you go out of your weight requirement you will be starved." Sarah waited until Dean left the room before she stepped under a spray of joyously hot water. She scrubbed her skin until she thought she would see blood but she still didn't feel clean. She decided to fill tub with water and try to relax. She couldn't help it when all the pain and misery from the past few days flooded back to her and she burst into tears. She didn't even hear the door open the three sets of footsteps come inside. "Oh sweetie, don't cry. It's really not all that bad," purred a sultry voice. Sarah opened her eyes and saw three women gathered around the tub she was in. The one who had spoken was built like an Amazon, tall, busty, with well sculpted muscles. The second was Asian. She had long black hair, slender hips and small pert breasts. The third was blond and the DD's she was packing looked like implants. "We girls gotta stick together. Those men can be so cruel. Did they hurt you?" asked the Amazon. Sarah nodded. The Amazon slipped a hand in the tub and before Sarah could think to stop her she had her hand on Sarah's mound. When Sarah tried to sit up the other two girls pushed her against the back of the tub. The Amazon gently stroked Sarah's still sensitive clit. "Stop. Please." "Shhh baby. It's alright now. I'm gonna make you feel good." The other two girls laughed and kept Sarah pinned in place. "Look at the little slut, I think she likes girls," hissed the Asian. "Is it true? Have you ever tasted pussy before?" asked the Amazon. Sarah shook her head, too defeated to answer. The Amazon took her hand away from Sarah and crawled into the tub. She sat on the edge with one long leg propped up. Her thighs were spread wide and she motioned for the other two girls to pull Sarah to her. Sarah tried to fight but was already weakened by her own hopelessness. The Amazon took a fist full of Sarah's hair and rubbed her cunt against her face. "Lick it," the Amazon demanded. After a few moments of struggling Sarah finally gave in. She had never eaten a girl out before. She wasn't sure what to do. Gingerly, she stuck her tongue out and licked along the Amazon's slit. When she found her clit she flicked her tongue against it. The Amazon moaned and ground her cunt against Sarah's face. Sarah sucked her clit for a moment and then pushed her tongue inside her pussy. Sarah could taste the Amazon's wetness. She hoped that meant she would cum soon and Sarah could be done with this. Soon the Amazon was rocking and moaning so loud she echoed in the room. When she finally came she released Sarah. Sarah could feel wetness coating over her face. She pushed her face into the water and blindly grabbed for a towel and scrubbed her face. When she finally looked back up she was alone in the room. She hauled herself out of the tub and grabbed fresh towel. She wrapped it around herself and huddled in a corner, sniffling. She heard the door open again but her eyes were closed and she couldn't bring herself to open them to see what new horror awaited her. She could hear whoever it was moving around could feel their presence when they sat down beside her. Sarah opened her eyes to see a pretty young blond girl sitting beside her. She didn't look like she could have been older than eighteen. Her cheeks were rosy and she still had a little bit of baby fat that made her look innocent and sweet. "Hi, I'm Dawn." Dawn held out a small clump of tissue paper to Sarah who watched her cautiously without moving. Finally Dawn pulled back and said quietly, "I know Carrie's horrible. She's like that to all the new girls. Course, Misty and Ning aren't any better but most of the other girls are nice." "How long have you been here?" Sarah asked. "I don't know, the weeks tend to blur together. Maybe a few months." "How'd you get here?" A look almost like desperation passed over Dawn's face but she shook her head and it faded. "I don't want to talk about it." In an effort to clear the now tense air in the room Dawn said, "You shouldn't wear that towel like that. They get mad if you try to cover yourself up." Sarah stood and hung the towel she was wearing. "Come on, I'll help you blow dry your hair and get you made up. We have to always look our best in case a client comes by." Dawn grabbed Sarah's wrist and pulled her to the counter. Fifteen minutes later Sarah looked in the mirror and wasn't disgusted by what she saw. Dawn helped Sarah get some much needed food in her stomach and Sarah met a couple of the other girls in the house. Melissa was in her mid-twenties. Her eyes were like bronze coins and she had straight, rust-colored hair that she kept pulled back in a pony tail. She was tall and curvy with light skin and a pointed chin. Kendra had eyes were the color of milk chocolate and her hair coffee. She had full pouty lips and brown skin. The four of them sat around the small card table that served as their dining area. Sarah had just started into a bowl of chicken noodle soup when an alarm dinged through hidden speakers around the room. All of the girls jumped up and headed for the door. When Dawn saw Sarah hesitate she grabbed her wrist and pulled her along. When Sarah hit the bottom of the stairs she got down on all fours like the girls around her. She could see girls darting out of their rooms to join in the flow. She followed them to the second stair case and headed down. She had a hard time trying not to tumble over head first. The room they came to was completely bare. The walls were painted a harsh white that was made worse by the bright lights that hung overhead. One door stood opposite the one they had come through and for a moment Sarah thought she could see 'freedom' written across it. She watched the other girls and mirrored their positions as they poured into the room. Altogether Sarah saw fifteen girls lined up. They sat back on their heels with their thighs spread wide. Their hands were behind their backs, wrists crossed as if they were bound. Five men stood in the room looking over the girls. One was Dean. Sarah noticed that his eyes kept darting over to her; no doubt looking for some critical flaw she was making that would warrant further beatings. Three of the other men had guns on their hips and Sarah assumed that they were just guards. The last man was in his late thirties. He wore a fine tailored suit and glasses that made him look intellectual. He was the type of man Sarah had prayed for when she tried to pick up men. She looked at him now with dread. She felt completely exposed and her heart pounded in her head. She didn't want to be chosen and she prayed that the man's eyes would skip over her. To her disappointment she saw that she was the first girl he looked at. He seemed to think it over in his head then he leaned over and whispered something to Dean. Dean nodded and with a wave of his hand all of the other girls left the room. Sarah met Dean's gaze and knew she wasn't meant to leave. He knelt down in front of Sarah and took her chin in his hand. "You have been selected by Gordon. You are going to take him up to your room, alright?" Sarah nodded and turned to crawl up the stairs. She could hear Gordon walking slowly behind her as she made her way to her room. She hurried inside and turned to face him. She almost stood but wasn't sure if she would get in trouble for it. Gordon shut the door behind him, sealing them alone together. He pulled off his coat and said, "Stand up. I want to get a good look at you." His voice was softer than she expected. Not gentle or caring, but almost meek. Sarah stood and turned in a circle so he could see all of her. He seemed pleased with what he saw and he stepped towards her. A heavy hand pushed delicately on her shoulder and she sank back to her knees. He quickly undid his belt and zipper and dropped his pants to the floor. She thought about what Dean told her about getting sold to someone. She didn't think she would mind if she was sold to someone like Gordon. She could probably escape easily from him. She didn't need him to tell her what to do. She took him in her hands and licked the underside of his head and shaft. She licked his balls and took each one in her mouth. He grunted and groaned. Sarah could feel his control slipping already and she sucked his shaft into her mouth. When her lips reached the base of his cock she could just feel him at the back of her throat. Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth, panting. When she could see he regained control of himself he pulled her arm until she was standing then he pushed her back down on the bed. Her legs were spread wide for him. He knelt between her them and positioned himself at her entrance. His first few thrusts were difficult and unpleasant. She wasn't wet and her saliva on his cock wasn't doing much to help. When he figured out the problem he started awkwardly playing with her clit. It wasn't doing much for her and she didn't want this to take longer than it had to. She started kneading her breasts and gently pinching her nipples. The sight was too much for Gordon and he pushed himself roughly into her. Sarah moaned in false pleasure but Gordon didn't seem to notice. She reached down to stroke her clit and just as she was starting to get wet she felt him release inside of her. She murmured quietly how good he was and how good he made her feel. Gordon bought the lie and agreed that she too was the best he ever had. Less than a minute later he was dressed and out of her room. For all the pain she had been put through the past few days this seemed so easy. Easier anyway, than picking up men on the side of the road and hope they paid for what you gave them. And she could handle Carrie if she wasn't depressed and feeling sorry for herself. For the first time she felt relaxed. She also felt slightly unfulfilled. She looked at the door and thinking that no one would come in to bother her she laid back on the bed. Her fingers slid between her thighs and she bit her lower lip as she pleasured herself. House of Steel: Silenced Ch. 02 ********* Dean sat back in his chair and sipped a cup of steaming coffee. On the screen in front of him he watched Sarah masturbating. She may have been relaxed now but she had no idea what was in store for her. It was a shame that her first customer had been Gordon. It would giver her false perception of what her life was becoming. It didn't really matter though, she would learn soon enough. ********* Sarah could feel the building orgasm as her fingers played over her clit. She bit her lower lip and arched her back. The door to her room swung open and she froze as she watched Dean walk in the room. She snapped her knees together and sat up. Dean was holding the cane and he had a wicked gleam in his eye. "It's always so disappointing to see my whores break the rules." Sarah's mind reeled. What rule could she have broken? "Lay on your back, put your hands behind head and spread you legs. You are not to move." Sarah watched the cane as Dean lifted it. He paused enjoying the look of fear and apprehension in her eyes. "You're not allowed to touch yourself unless it is for the client's pleasure." "But Carrie-" The cane came down on her inner thigh cutting off any protests with a scream." "Ah, yes, Carrie. Well, I enjoyed that." Again the cane came down but this time Sarah didn't scream. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the pain burning in her thighs as she was struck again and again. The pain was so intense she almost didn't notice when he stopped. She opened her eyes and he was looking down at her, grinning. His fingertips glided over the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Even the soft touch burned. "You want to cum don't you?" Sarah shook her head weakly. "You shouldn't lie, slut." He hit her sharply on her pussy and still she didn't scream. "You want to cum don't you?" Sarah nodded and Dean set the cane down beside her. He laid down on top of her and thrust inside of her. She was still hot and wet from her earlier arousal. His movement between her thighs was almost unbearable and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Dean took a nipple between his teeth and bit. His hand reached between them to rub her clit. Her hips bucked at the touch. Soon the pleasure became greater than the pain and Sarah could feel herself about to cum. Dean pulled his fingers away and slapped the welts on her inner thigh. He pulled out of her and came over her stomach and cunt. "You are here to service. Your pleasure isn't important. Now I suggest you get cleaned up in case another client comes by."