The Alpha's Sex Slave

BRIANNA’S POV.

The tears I fought so hard to hold back prickled my eyes and rolled down my cheeks as I stood naked in front of the mirror. Bruises and scars adorned me to the extent I found my body unrecognizable. Stifling a sob, I wiped the teardrops that escaped my moist eyes. The sun had just risen and it’ll be bad luck to begin my day with tears of sorrow.

Grabbing my hairbrush from my vanity table, I brushed my hair slowly, letting out a slight wince as the bristles untangled my twists. I sat down and applied makeup to conceal my black eye and the bruise on the side of my lips. Hermes always wanted me to look my best for him no matter what.

He threatened to pluck out the eyeballs of any other male including his guards who dared look at me with desire, and that was his main reason for keeping me locked up in his castle; to have me all for himself.

There was a tap on the door and I rose in an instant, sliding into my panties and a long gathered gown to hide the remaining marks on my body. I unlatched the door and was met by the red, bulgy eyes of one of the male servants who I hadn’t seen before. Hermes had stopped the female servants from attending to me due to how well I rapport with them in helping me escape. This was my second attempt to escape. And I failed. I always failed. And now I’m starting to believe I’ll spend the rest of my life locked up in this hellhole with that psychotic brute.

Judging from the dullness of the servant’s face, one could tell he was denied a sound sleep last night. Hermes’s sister must have overloaded them with work. She was so hateful and inconsiderate and never cared about the well-being of others.

“Good morning, Miss Brianna,” he bowed slightly. “Alpha King Hermes has called for you.”

I groaned inwardly on hearing this. It was still early in the morning. The last thing I needed was another round of his defilement, insults and beatings.

“And where is he?” I asked, trying to mask my inner turmoil. "Is he in the dining room already?”

“No,” he answered. “He’s still in his chamber getting ready.”

“Very well then, I’ll be there.”

He jerked his head and left. Pushing the door close, I rested on it, biting hard on my lower lip till it throbbed like my pulse. I just prayed Hermes wouldn’t land me with another slap or blow that’ll send me to the recovery bed again. It hadn’t been long since I just returned from the castle hospital.

Hermes’s chamber door squeaked as I pushed it open. His inconsiderate sister was sitting on the edge of his bed with her legs crossed mannerlessly. She rolled her eyes at me the moment I entered. Ever since he brought me to his castle, she seemed to despise me and treated me as badly as him.

I ignored her scowl and darted forward.

“Good morning, my love,” I said with a slight bow. That word ‘love’ felt heavy in my mouth and for a moment, I regretted saying it. This wasn’t love if I was nothing but a sex slave to him, it wasn’t love if he would beat and insult me in the slightest of chances, not minding who or what was watching.

“A very good morning Brianna,” he replied, and I couldn’t help but notice a sinister smile on his face.

My brows lowered in suspicion. I knew for a fact that he always acted that way whenever I had done something wrong, and when I refused to accept it or defend myself, he would flare up like a blazing fire and punish me for it.

“Have a seat,” he scooted the cushioned stool away from the table that lay at the centre of his chamber, motioning for me to sit. “Have a coffee with me if you don’t mind.” That fake, dangerous smile still on his devilish face.

I looked at his sister who kept sneering at me, trying to hide her mischievous giggles. At that moment, I knew something was under the carpet. What could I have done this time? Who knew what they wanted to do to me this time?

I walked slowly to the stool, throwing momentarily glances at him as he kept feigning a smile. Before I could sit, my knees involuntarily crouched to the floor.

“Please my lord,” I pleaded. “Forgive me. Whatever you think I did… I didn’t do it.”

He scoffed and pressed his lips together in suppressed anger. He hated it whenever I didn’t admit my mistakes and pleaded for mercy.

My knees stung with pain as I dragged myself to him, begging for something I knew I never did.

“I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

He pushed me aside and walked towards the door as I crashed with a loud thud, already on the brink of tears.

“Guards!” He screamed and at once, two stone-faced guards walked in, dragging a stranger whose head was bent low along.

“Hope you remember your sex mate, you shameless slut,” his tone was venomous.

My lips parted in shock. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Why would he think of me as a slut? Who was this man and why was he here? Hermes took my virginity. He was the only man I had ever been with. And he knew it too well.

“My lord,” I called out, trying to recover from the shock. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I am no slut…”

“Not only is she a shameless slut,” his sister stood from the bed and walked to him, her lips twitching with a wicked smile. “She’s also a pathetic liar. She needs to be punished harder for this.” She balled her fist and showed her bare teeth. She was enjoying this.

If given the chance, she’ll send me to my early grave in the blink of an eye. And I hated her. With every fibre in my body. Every blood that runs through my veins. With every beat my heart made, I hated her and her psychotic brother.

“Please hear me out,” I begged, still on my knees, even though I knew doing so was like pouring water into a basket. “I don’t know this man…”

Before I could finish, he marched to me and landed my right cheek with a slap that sent it burning with pain. The pain seared across my face and it went numb for a moment.

“I did you a huge favour by picking you from the gutters and this is how you repay me?”

I cradled my cheek and sobbed as hot tears steamed my vision and burned my cheeks the more.

“Where did you say you met her?” He turned to the stranger.

“I usually water the garden and when I do, I notice she’s always staring at me from her window. It wasn’t until one day that she beckoned me to come inside secretly from the back. Ever since then, we’ve been sleeping with each other.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. They were about to fall out from the lie he just told. It all seemed surreal to me. Being locked up for what seemed like ages, I never for once stepped foot outside the castle, talk more of knowing the castle had a gardener.

“So you’ve been sleeping around with the gardener?” He turned back to me, shaking his head in an exaggerated disapproval.

My lips tried moving but his glare made the words pile up in my throat. And I swallowed the lump.

“And do you have evidence to back up your claim?

“Yes.”

The guards freed the stranger’s hands. He dipped his fingers into his pocket and dug out one of my favourite panties that I had been searching desperately for.

My pupils dilated in shock and with the little courage I had left, l lunged at him and bit his right ear, but it didn’t produce the effect I had wanted as the guards restrained me and pinned me down on my knees.

“You bastard liar! Who paid you to do this?!”

He cradled his ear and looked away, avoiding my gaze at all costs. His guilt won’t let him meet my eyes. “Tell me!!” I cried.

This was all a set-up. Someone broke into my chamber and stole my underwear. Everything he said was a bunch of fabricated lies geared at embarrassing me more. But who could have been behind it?

I looked at Hermes’s sister, whose lips were still twitched with that wicked smile. It must be her. From the first day I stepped foot into this castle, she never liked me. Or could it be Hermes? It was him probably, he took pleasure in maltreating and embarrassing me. They both did.

I was still lost in my thoughts when he walked to me and ripped my gown apart.

“My lord, what are you doing?” I tried to struggle but he was too strong, coupled with the guards that held my arms.

“Since you love being a slut, I was hoping to help you carry on with it.”

His lips curled to a lustful smirk when my breasts slipped out into view. I screamed and wept so hard my heart fell and my spirit left my body.

He reached for my underwear – the only thing covering my womanhood. My dignity. And tore it without effort.

There I was, stark naked in front of his sister, the guards, and the lying stranger. With the little dignity I had left, I managed to free myself from his guard’s hold and tried covering up with my hands. But he cast a murderous glare at me and I let them down immediately, my head slumped to the ground in shame.

“Leave us,” he commanded.

“Let me do the honours of punishing her myself,” his sister gritted scornfully.

I was stupid to think she would have a change of heart and help me out as a fellow woman.

“Everyone leave!” He yelled, his jaw tightening.

She huffed out a breath and left reluctantly, the stranger and guards following as the door clicked shut.

BRIANNA’S POV.

“You’re so pretty,” he said as he clutched my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Of all the girls I have been with so far, you seem to be the… prettiest.”

He turned my face from side to side as I shivered, studying it. With that look on his face, I knew where it was all heading. And it wasn’t good.

“My lord please, not again,” I whimpered. “It hasn’t been long since I returned from the hospital…I’m not strong enough…maybe next time. Please…”

He turned deaf to my pleas. Before I could beg some more, he jacked me up and balanced me on his right shoulder, spanking my bare butt as he marched to his bed. He landed me roughly and my head throbbed, a wince escaping me.

“My lord, please stop.”

I wobbled back toward the headboard of the bed, supported by my elbow, shivering with fear. He already stripped, his hard-on ready to defile me, dangling with each movement he made. The bed dipped as he mounted but I flinched back, curling myself away from him like a scared kitten.

“Brianna,” he pronounced. “Let’s get on with this, don’t stress me this morning. I don’t have all the time in the world. I have a very important occasion coming up.” His thin flap of lips folded in annoyance.

Seeing how persistent I was, he rushed and grabbed my ankles, dragging me forward to him. I screamed and tried beating him off.

“Try that again and I’ll be more than glad to chop off those beautiful fingers of yours.”

I swallowed hard and he smirked, seeing how calm I’d become.

“Good girl,” he smirked. “Relax and you’ll enjoy it like we always do.”

Jerking my knees, he spread my thighs wide to the extent I thought my pelvic muscles snapped. He bombarded me with aggressive kisses and threw momentary glances to see my reaction. If I didn’t respond or moan like I was enjoying it, he would frown and cast that devilish look on his face and I would have no other choice than to comply.

He rubbed his hard-on before nestling in between my thighs. Sliding in, he moaned obscenities with each thrust. His thrusts were extremely wild and rapid as I gritted my teeth, groaning in agony as pain seared my hole. He lowered occasionally to fondle my boobs and bombard me with those aggressive kisses, always watching out for my reaction. I wished I could do something, but I felt so powerless.

At some point, I was drained and motionless and couldn’t resist anymore. I shut my ears from his loud gasps and shifted my gaze from his cold, demonic eyes, resting the side of my face on the bed.

“Don’t worry princess, this will be our last sex, So enjoy it while it lasts.” His smirky voice echoed in my head and drops of stream seeped out of my eyes as I closed them peacefully, believing I might not make it out alive when he was done.

****

My heavy eyes slowly opened, and I was a bit surprised to find myself alive again. My head throbbed, and everything around me seemed to spin. I clutched my head and winced, and it took some time before my vision cleared.

Bits and pieces of everything that happened replayed in my mind as I spotted Hermes. He stood by the doorway in his light-coloured satin robe. It seemed like he was instructing his guards.

I sat up at the edge of the bed, taking a moment to inspect my body. I was still naked, and there were pink marks on parts of my thighs and chest. My hole felt like it was recovering from a severe burn injury.

Before I could stand, he pulled the door wide open and the guards marched in. As quickly as I could, I grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around me, covering my dignity. I rather spend the whole day locked up in the basement than be naked amid his guards again.

They seized my arms, the duvet falling off and draping onto the floor. I hated myself for standing naked amongst them and it was all Hermes’s fault. The guards were like programmed robots, just clutching my arms, and standing still with expressionless faces. They dared not find desire in my rawness or else Hermes would pluck out their eyeballs like he said. And I know he’ll do it. I have seen him do worse – like the time he killed one of his guards by stabbing him in his private area after he permitted him to have his way with me. That was the most gruesome and dreadful scene I have witnessed in my life.

“What is this?” I asked feebly.

He approached me, gently tucking my strands behind my ears and cupping my cheeks, making me face him as if I were a child. His golden brown eyes held everything I despised in a person. It was hard to believe I fell for them back at the jewellery store when he picked interest in me.

“You have done nothing wrong, princess,” he said. “You’re so beautiful,” he released his palms from my cheeks and my face slacked. His fingers travelled down to my puffs and he gave my nipples a hard pinch. I recoiled in response but the guards held me still.

“My time with you has expired,” he said after much focus on me, but mostly on my puffs. “I need to make money and also go out there and find another pretty girl like you…or one even one prettier if I’m lucky.”

He kept calm afterwards, expecting to hear my voice but was disappointed. I was too weak and broken to talk and even if I did, it’ll eventually fall on deaf ears. The man standing before me was a wild, eccentric boar. If only I had known before I followed him, I wouldn’t have been facing all his ill treatments but he was the Alpha king of our kingdom. And I thought he would make me his Luna. I thought his feelings for me were genuine.

“Guards! Take her away,” he commanded with a fling of an arm.

“My lord please don’t do this!” I screamed. “Where are you taking me?”

I tried persisting but they were too strong, dragging me along like I was some children’s toy.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he smirked a sly. “Your beauty will fetch me a lot of money.”

The guards hauled me to the door and my heart raced in my chest, trying to make meaning of what he just said.