Eleven
1801 Words
The Society's Little Slut
Theme: Secret Cult × Innocent Girl, List, Submission, Obsession
PROLOGUE
Emma, a quiet girl with secret cravings, found a red flyer that led her into an underground society where desire and pleasure ruled.
There, she met Max—the cold, dominant cult leader.
What started as one night of watching turned into a wicked addiction.
Soon, she was on her knees, obeying every rule, every command, losing herself in punishment, collars, and filthy pleasure.
But behind the s*x and control, secrets were growing... and Emma was about to beg for more than just pain.
CHAPTER ONE
Emma's POV
“I never for once thought I'd kneel for a stranger to dominate me in a dark basement… while I begged for more.”
I walked into the bathroom to relieve my bladder when I found a flyer on the bathroom mirror. It was a blood-red paper, written in black ink— no name, no logo, and just one line:
“Do you crave what you're
scared to name? Then this's
your sign.”
To me, it sounded more like a dare than an ad. There was an address written in the corner— no scheduled time and no reasonable explanation. Just the building across from the old theater, the one students claimed was “Haunted” but I'd never bothered to check.
Maybe I shouldn't have gone—
But I did.
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It was so quiet outside the place— no lights, no music, nothing at all.
The door was already open so I stepped in. Inside… was another world of its own. Thick velvet curtains covered the walls, red candles flickered everywhere.
I soon heard it before I even set eyes on it— soft yet sharp moans and a clapping sound, like skin hitting skin.
Then I saw her— totally naked with hands tied high on a wooden cross. Her body bolted with every strike but she wasn't crying, she was moaning— loud.
A masked man stood behind her. He was wearing a black glove, chest bare and a whip in his hand.
He swung it again. “Crack!”
Her moan came once again, making me twitch— my tummy tightened.
I couldn't move— I just stared, totally mesmerized by the sight.
He brought the whip down, again and again. The girl's body arched with each strike and so did her moan grow louder, slowly turning into sobs.
Then, the masked man stopped and turned to me. His eyes locked on mine.
I took in a sharp breath then I felt someone was behind me— watching me.
I slowly turned and saw him. He wasn't masked like the others, he wore a black hood. His piercing blue eyes cold— he didn't speak, he just smiled in satisfaction.
I looked down, suddenly aware of my body. My n*****s were hard under my shirt and my thigh… wet.
It was like he saw right through my soul and I felt exposed.
He took slow strides toward me and my heart hammered in my chest, my breath seized.
He stopped right in front of me. We were so close that I could feel his breath on my face. He didn't say a word— not like he had to anyways.
He reached out, took my hand— his touch was cold and steady. He guided my hand between my own legs, pressed my fingers against the soaked cotton of my panties.
My fingers brushed against… wetness. My panties were soaked.
I gasped.
Shame and disgust flooded me for letting a total stranger see me like this but I also felt a strange thrill.
He leaned close to my ear, his voice a low whisper in my ear.
“You're not just curious, baby girl,” He murmured. “You’re starving.”
I couldn't say a word, not when he knew what I wanted.
He pulled back, reached for his pocket and pulled out something shiny. A silver collar—
He placed it in my hand.
“This is for your dreams.”
I stared at the collar, my mind racing. What is this?
He walked past me to the girl on the cross, and collected the whip from the masked guy.
“Kneel,” he ordered. The girl whimpered but obeyed— she fell at his feet, her body still trembling.
He raised the whip. “Beg,” he said.
“Please,” she sobbed. “Please, master. More.”
I watched the scene both horrified and fascinated. I was supposed to look away but it's like I was trapped.
He brought the whip down and the girl screamed.
I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, he was gone. The girl was still tied to the cross.
I quickly turned and ran out of the building, back into the darkness.
I didn't stop running until I reached my dorm room. I slammed the door shut and rested on it as I gasped for breath.
I looked down at my hand— the silver collar was still there. I looked at it for a long time— my mind blank, I didn't know what to do or think.
I wanted to throw it away but something held me back—
Maybe I can just keep it as a souvenir. I clutched it to my chest and closed my eyes but the image burst through once again.
His icy blue eyes and cold touch.
The way his voice vibrated when he said, “You're Starving.”
He was right because now, I'm really starving.
It was at that moment I made a drastic decision— I'd go back. I'd find out what that place was all about, I'd satisfy my cravings and curiosities. I would find who the hooded man was and ask him to make me beg for more.
I placed the collar on my bedside table, stripped off my clothes and climbed into bed and closed my eyes.
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I jolted up from sleep— my body was soaked.
I'd dreamt of the hooded man doing nasty things to me and I liked them. I quickly took my bath, dressed up and was ready for school.
Before I left the room, I picked up the silver collar and threw it in my pocket.
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Class that day was boring, I kept thinking of the strange hall and the hooded guy…all through that I zoomed out during lessons.
I rushed toward the building, pushed the door open and stepped inside. At first, no one was in sight so I walked deeper into the building following the faint sound I was hearing.
Until I found a large room and a group of people, all dressed in black. While some wore masks, others didn't.
The hooded man was right in the middle, his back turned to me.
“Welcome,” his voice echoed through the silence.
“Tonight, we will explore the depths of our desires.”
He turned and our eyes met— a slow smile spread across his face.
“Emma, I've been expecting you.” He said.
I swallowed hard— how on earth did he know my name?
“I… I want to know.” I stammered.
He just gave a nod.
“Then kneel,” he said.
I hesitated.
“I said kneel!” He repeated with a firm voice.
I looked around the room, every eye was on me. I took in a deeper breath and knelt.
“Good girl,” he said.
“Now, tell me what you want.”
I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest.
“I want to know what this place is and why I was invited.”
“You weren't invited—” a girl said but…
“Shhh…” he cut in
“The invite wasn't meant for you but you found it— isn't that destiny?” The hooded man smiled.
“This is a place where all your desires are fulfilled… Tell me, is there anything you desire?”
“I want to feel everything.” I whisper.
“Then you've come to the right place,” he said. “Tonight, you will feel.”
He stepped closer and reached out to cup my face.
“You're mine now, Emma,” he said. “Just like every other b***h here is… Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I'm yours.”
I've always been an horny little b***h since I was 15. Sometimes I fingered myself, at other times, I used toys but none of them had ever satisfied me. I've never been the outgoing type so most of the guys around me are the ball-less idiots.
I've always craved to be owned and used but I've never experienced it— but here I finally am.
He leaned down and kissed me. His lips hard, devoid of any f*****g emotions— so possessive and demanding.
I kissed him back, my body trembling.
He pulled away just when I was getting into the kiss.
“Tonight, you'll be punished,” he said. “Tonight, you'll be rewarded and you'll be mine until I say you're not.”
He turned to the group of people in the room.
“Prepare her,” he commanded.
Two women stepped forward. They were both tall, slim and dressed in black fishnet jumpsuit lingerie— they weren't wearing anything underneath so their boobs and V-area were in full view under the lingerie.
One of them had jet black hair pulled up in a tight bun. Her lips were painted blood red.
“You're just a new hole, sweetheart.” She said
The other woman had long, blonde hair flowing below her back with a small snake tattoo on her neck. Her eyes are cold and devoid of emotions.
They approached me.
“Stand up,” the black-haired woman said.
I stood, my legs shaking as they led me to a wooden table at the other end of the room.
“Lie down,” the blonde said but I was hesitating.
“I said lie down,” the blonde repeated, her voice sharp.
I lay on the table, my heart pounding in my chest. The women began to tie me to the table using thick leather straps.
From my arms, legs and chest— I was completely immobilized.
The hooded man watched me. His dark eyes filled with lust—
“Are you ready?”
I swal
lowed hard.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I'm ready.”
He nodded, picking up a whip from a nearby table.
My breath caught in my throat.
“Tonight, you'll learn what it means to belong to me,” he said.
He raised the whip.
And brought it down.
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