Sex Slave, Owning Her

By Yvonne Bennett

Adonis smiled in satisfaction. He zipped his pants. He walked over to the door. He opened it and turned toward Luther.

"Her," he pointed toward Adora, before leaving.

Adonis was a man of certain tastes that his billions allowed him to indulge in. When the time for him to choose a new girl to train to fulfill his every desire without question, he sought out Luther. As the two candidates were lead into the private room, his eyes were drawn to the brown skinned beauty that keep her eyes anywhere but on him. What he thought was going to be another sex slave quickly proved to be so much more. Why did the look of defiance that he saw shine in the depths of her eyes before she hid it from him excite him so? The more he warned himself not to change from the order of his well-oiled life, the more he found himself longing to find out this woman’s secrets.

Secrets was an understatement when describing Adora. After leaving her situation of abuse, the young girl living on the streets was easy prey for man like Luther. Seeing a profitable addition to his den of sin, he had no intentions of giving Adnois his top money maker. However, after the power man made his desires clear, he had no choice but to concede. Now, moving from under the foot of Luther, Adora has a chance to negotiate her freedom.
With one spoken word from Adnios’ sensual lips, Adora’s hellish world took a turn. The question is...is it for good, or has she traded one prison for one that will take everything from her, including her heart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: After Hours Publications
• Release date: Aug 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005879297

Yvonne Bennett

Yvonne Bennett is a best selling author on Amazon, with titles like 'In To Deep' and 'Immobile', she's combining romance and real life situations to create relatable masterpieces that stir the heart.

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SEX SLAVE; OWNING HER

By, Yvonne Bennett

Published by After Hours Publications at Smashwords

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contains explicit language & adult themes suitable for ages 17+

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER ONE:

Adora Williams huddled deep within her blankets as she heard her bedroom door creek. She knew who it was. Her stepfather, Gordon Davis, was a cruel man. He beat her mother and raped her almost nightly. God knew she had prayed for deliverance, only for none to be given. She had stopped asking the Creator ‘why her’ a long time ago. Then again, this wasn’t a life she would have wished on anyone else. Her only hope was to turn eighteen so she could get the hell out of this hell hole she called life. She had no idea where she would go, but she had to try. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt his hand rub up her leg.

I know you woke, girl. Stop playin’…, Gordon slurred in her ear.

He had been drinking, again. Suddenly, the sheets were snatched away from her body. She gasped and covered herself. Gordon stuck his hand out and slapped her right across the face. She held her injured cheek as she backed away from him. He leered at her with drunken eyes, pupils dancing in the dim light of night.

Come here, slut! He grabbed her.

He snatched her from her bed and forced her down to her knees. There was no use in fighting; he always got his way. Even if she tried telling her mother, Gordon had Terry Williams wrapped around his finger. Plus, her mother was scared shitless of Gordon. The man beat her until she was black and blue, too, and Adora wasn't exempt from his harsh cruelty.

Gordon unzipped his pants and freed himself. Adora vomited in her mouth at the sight of his wrinkly, black penis. She had seen it many times. It had been inside of her many times, but that still didn't help the grimace she felt every time she saw his genitalia. He grabbed the back of her head roughly and shoved her head into his crotch. She gagged as his stench hit her nostrils. He smelt like all things rotten.

Open your mouth, bitch! he commanded angrily.

Reluctantly, she opened her mouth. She knew if she didn't, he would hit her. He slammed his cock into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat with a wet thud. She choked as he forced himself down her throat. He pulled out slowly and rammed back into her mouth. She gagged on his smelly penis. He pulled her hair as he began slamming into her mouth like a piston. She sat there, on her knees, while her stepfather assaulted her mouth. Tears pierced her eyes. When would this torture end? Months? Years?

Her tears fell at the thoughts. This was the life she was subjected to. She was a straight A student, but Gordon and her mother made her get a job with her mom’s friend cleaning offices because her stepfather claimed two paychecks wasn't enough to live on. That's because he drunk every dime. He only left a little for the bills and utilities. But, everything else went in his stomach. Her mother didn't bat a lash about it either. The pressure of home life and now work was starting to be too much for her. The scars hidden under her clothes from her cutting herself was proof of that fact.

Gordon was so caught up in his disgusting molestation, he didn't hear Adora's room door open.

What the fuck is this!? Terry stood in the doorway with shock written on her face. Gordon pulled himself from Adora's mouth quickly. She sat on the ground with tears running down her face. Maybe now her mother would believe her.

Baby! It's not what you think! S-s-she tricked me, baby. She told me to come in here after you went to work.

Adora stared at Gordon in utter disbelief.

Momma, he’s lying his ass off! He came in here and made me do this! He does it all the time, every time you leave! she said with tears in her eyes.

She was so tired. Tired of everything. She just wanted her mother to know the truth. Gordon stared down at Adora with horror etched across his face.

Baby, that's a lie! I'm tellin’ you! This girl been throwing herself at me for months, baby. HONEST! I would never touch a child, baby! I swear. That's a lil’ girl, baby. She ain't you. She ain't no woman. That's why she jealous of you. 'Cause you got me! he shouted with tears in his eyes.

Terry looked between the two with a blank expression on her face, her creamy light skin wrinkled from stress. Her eyes landed on Adora. She sneered at her daughter. She was tired of this little heifer ruining her life. She worked nine hours at the hospital, for this!? Putting food on the table, buying cleaning supplies, and for what!? For this tramp to sleep with her man?

Get out!

Adora stared at her mother in shock.

What? Her mother couldn't be serious. Could she?

Bitch, did I stutter? I said, GET OUT! Get all yo' shit!

Gordon looked down at her with a smug smile.

Get yo' shit, hoe. Yo' trifling ass OUTTA HERE! Her mother repeated herself, stepping into the room.

Slow tears ran down Adora’s face as she stood and retrieved her things. She didn’t know if they were tears of anger, relief, or sadness. No, things didn’t turn out as she had hoped, but she was free. Now, she had another reason to cry: fear. What the hell was she going to do now? She had no friends. She was just an unseen, faceless person who walked the streets of life. She grabbed her old gym bag from her closet and loaded it with clothes and necessities until it was full. She stepped over to her dresser and grabbed her wallet. She stuffed it in her gym bag. It only held twenty dollars.

I should beat yo' ass for sleeping with my man, hoe!

Adora cut her eyes at her mother. She couldn't believe this. Her mother was actually siding with Gordon? A child molester. Her stomach churned in disgust. No, Terry was the one who needed an ass whooping. A good one!

Yeah, baby! Beat this hoe ass! Gordon jumped in.

Adora chuckled silently. She was a hoe!? No, she had lost her virginity to him, and he had been the only one since. She was fourteen during that devastating time. She told her mother then, but she didn't believe her. Terry claimed a good man like Gordon would never do such a thing and that she was trying to destroy her new relationship. She grabbed a few more things and made her way to the door. Her mother stood in front of the entrance, face etched angrily, blocking the door. Adora refused to cower before the woman who she had called her mother. She was the victim, not her weakling of a mother.

Can I get by? she asked.

Her mother said nothing. Suddenly, Terry punched her in the face. She stumbled back and landed on her bottom. She held her bruised cheek. Adora stared at her mother in bewilderment. She had just hit her. Gordon burst out laughing, slapping his knee in amusement. Adora stood cautiously. This time, she was ready for her. Her mother brought her hand up again. Adora knocked her arm down and answered with her own fist connecting with her mother’s nose. Adora had never been in a fight in her life, but that didn’t mean anything at that moment. All the emotions she had been holding onto were channeled into her fists.

Adora stepped back on trembling legs. She stood in front of her surprised mother, apprehension written on her face. She walked past her slowly. Once she was out of the room, she made her way to the front door in her pajamas.

*TWO WEEKS LATER

Adora sat, huddled in a dark alley. She shivered as the cold Chicago winter air whipped around her. She hugged herself, blocking the cold wind. How could her mother kick her out during November? Tears rolled down her cheeks at the thought, as the night air blew mercilessly. She had been on the streets for two weeks without sleep, without food, without love. Her mother was the only family she knew. Once Gordon entered the picture, he had put an end to any and all relationships her mother had to better control her. As for her father, the man was gone before she could walk.

She was fucked. If she had thought life was hard before, she knew it was going to get harder now that she was on the streets. She had to sleep with her eyes open at all times. She couldn’t afford to let herself get trapped with a group of men, which is the reason she chose to stick to staying on the streets instead of finding an abandoned house to sleep in. At least, in the open, her chances of screaming for help were better.

She needed to do something. She knew she was limited. A waitress, maybe a sales person? Hell, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she didn’t want to hit the strip club or start turning tricks and end up catching crabs, or worse. Adora rested her head on the wall. She hated entertaining the thought, but those two options may be her best ones to get off the streets. A normal job meant waiting two weeks or more before you could get a check. Even still, turning to stripping or turning tricks would be like giving up.

She was tired and hungry. She knew those two needs would be the deciding factor. Sighing, she noticed a stack of papers sitting next to the dumpster, opposite her sitting position. She crawled over and grabbed a stack. She crawled back to her previous spot and unfolded the papers around her for warmth. She cuddled into her makeshift paper blanket and sighed. She ran her hands over the paper until something caught her eye. She picked the paper up and read:

Help wanted. In need of a new secretary. Good pay, plus room and board.

She looked at the ad with interest etched across her face. If she could get to this place, her problems would be over. She was more than qualified. In school, she used to type a mile a minute. And, she had a photographic memory. She was perfect for the job.

She read the address on the ad, 1700 Westchester Ave. She smiled, closing her eyes and leaning her