HIS SEX SLAVES
JACE'S POV
A strong slap landed on my face, resulting in my cheek to position in the side. My father, Jackas, the Alpha King of the Black Wolves Pack where I lived was giving me a lesson.
"You're the Future Alpha of the Black Wolves Pack! Raping a woman is so easy! You see it around you, but why the heck did you slip that woman in your hand!" He punched me on my side again, causing me to lay on the dirty muddy surface.
"She knows nothing." My voice was just low. "I killed her father. Did that not enough?"
"That would never be enough! His father was a traitor! He revealed to the Elemental Kingdom, the wrongdoings of our pack! The reason why many die including your mother!" He kicked me hard as if I was not his son. He has brutally beaten me since I was young. I spit my saliva with the combination of blood. I was not expecting that one of my teeth would be out.
"She has no cooperation with his father." I managed to be respectful even though I wanted to shout at his face. "If I raped that poor woman… it feels like raping my own mother."
"She is not your mother, Jerk!"
My eyes widened as he suddenly grabbed his sword and pointed its edge to my neck. "If you're not my son… your head is now rolling in the soil."
I gazed directly into his eyes. I had nothing to see except the monster that my father had. I hated killings. I loathe brutality and cruelty. I would never enjoy doing that. I just want to have a peaceful happy pack who would love each other more than brothers and sisters.
"Get them." My father commanded his favorite right hand, Elesor.
My eyes followed Elesor. What did he mean by 'Get them.' Who?
My chest drummed as the woman came into my head. Did they find her?
They threw three women on my side. My forehead furrowed as I observed them. They were crying. Their hands were fused by the rope. Their mouths had clothing to avoid them from talking.
I never talked even though I wanted to. I felt pity for this woman.
"F*ck them." My father ordered. "In front of everyone."
"Father…" I gazed at the poor women. They looked as early as eighteen or they were, but they looked young.
"You will f*ck them or I'll throw you in the Bone Grave?" My father's tone was thick; full of authority.
The laughter filled the whole area.
"Seems like the next Alpha can't f*ck women!"
"Perhaps he wants a man instead of a woman."
The laughter made my ear annoyed. I liked women, but not in this way. I wanted to be the lady I love, not this kind of cruelty.
"He might have trouble in giving as an Heir!"
"Why not appeal for an execution when it's early?"
"Come on, Man! Pussies can't kill you!"
"Hush!" My father's husky voice made everyone stop commenting. "My son will take them." He stared at me with his two eyebrows up. "Take them or I will castrate you?"
My system was covered with fear. "Father…"
"One, two一"
I stood up bravely. The shout of the pack was loud, pushing me to do what their eyes slice of cake satisfaction. I should learn how to do this, but not in this way. Not to hurt anyone. I grabbed one of the guards and position her like a dog. I shut my eyes as I ripped her skirt.
I can't do this.
I heard her shout and plead behind those clothe covering her mouth.
Damn it! Do I need to do this?
I gazed at my father. His eyes told me "Do not disappoint me.'
I leaned to the woman's back and whispered. "I'll do it fast. I'm sorry."
The area was covered with the scream of those three women as I took them from behind. One at time, I ripped their walls, plugged inside with my manhood and thrust deeply. I could feel their pain, but I had no choice. Father left me no option. It was necessary that people trusted me.
As I swayed my body inside. I was preventing myself to feel pleasure. I was still a man with my cock who felt satisfaction when it was inside the hole. That moment turned into my nightmares. If that was horrible to me. What more to the ladies?
Day by day, I was ordering my friend, Heba, my personal protector to bring them food. The women were on the Dungeon, chilling in the cold because they had no clothes. They were sobbing in hunger. My heart was cracked for them. It reminded me of my mother.
"Prince Jace, your father took them!"
It was evening when Heba went to my tent. He was panicking. I told him to give them dinner. He found out that the women were not there.
"What?"
"The guards told me. They will sell to the Pleasure House."
I was startled. Those women were the prisoners of the pack. They could do everything when they were in their hands.
"You mean…" I could not continue my words.
"Prince, they will be whores. They il sell their bodies. Men will一"
"No! I raped them. That's is enough for their suffering!" I ran as fast as I could. I should save them.
I reached my father. He was putting the three women on the horse.
"Father!" I hurried towards him.
He gazed at me with no expression. His forehead was forming ways. "What brings you here?"
I swallowed my saliva as the fear caused my knee to tremble. I managed myself to avoid him noticing my dread. "I enjoyed their bodies." I looked at the woman. They were crying. The pity was in my heart. They had been through a lot in our pack.
The smirk was formed on my father's lips. That means he was happy with what he said. "You mean?"
"I need them to… to to pleasure me." I managed not to stutter, but it came out.
"Aye. You can choose one." He brought down one of the prettiest.
"No, Father!" I stood brave even though behind those stand strong was a fear that I possible beaten for this. "I want all of them." I gave him a small smile. "It's more pleasurable when it's many."
"That's my son!" He chuckled as he walked closer to me and tapped my shoulder. This was the first time I made him happy. He walked again to the women, pulled their hair, and threw them to me. "Here are your sex slaves. That's a gift for being a good prince."
"I can't thank you enough for these, Father."
"Continue my legacy." He walked happily as he left me.
I blew a sigh of relief.