Chapter 5 - Callum introduces Jax to his world

Chapter 5 – Callum introduces Jax to his world

Jax slowly woke up.  To her horror, she could not see and could not open her mouth.  She had no idea what happened or where she was.  She was laying on her side on something soft, that she knew.  Her ankles were locked together. So were her wrists behind her back and her shoulders ached so badly.  She didn't know how long she had been out.  She listened to the sounds around her and the only thing she could hear was the crackling of a fire but she could not feel any heat.  She moaned, the pain in her shoulders was almost to much for her but she tried to roll over on her other side, maybe she should try and get up.  In the middle of her trying to roll over, however, she could hear footsteps on a hard floor, coming closer to her.  She froze and listened more until the footsteps were very close.  She turned back over on her side and waited nervously.  She tried to control her breathing but her chest heaved up and down quickly in her panic.

Callum Maktoum walks down the long hallway. His steps echo from the stone floor as he heads to the Isolation room. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the key and unlocks the door. He opens it further, a squeaky sound is heard and steps into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. His eyes focus on the cage, the object of his desire tied, gagged and blindfolded inside and a slight smile appears around his lips. Walking closer, he circles the cage, not saying a single word, just letting his eyes wander over her body. He licks his lips, inhaling her fear, tasting it on his tongue. What a precious diamond! He thinks to himself, circling around the cage one more time until he stands in front of the door and opens it. His hand reaches out and touches her hair. "Shhh", he makes as he leans in closer, breathing in her scent. "Be a good girl and there's nothing to fear."

Jax panicked even further when she hears a key and a door unlocking... opening...... slamming shut to which her little body jumped and now she realized that whoever it is will know that she is awake.  She strained to breath out of her nose and she knew her hands were shaking behind her.  She could hear the footsteps, sounded like a man's footsteps, heavy and loud, circling around her.  Then she heard another door opening and she wondered just where she was, but she couldn't see at all.  When her hair was touched, she jumped again and could not calm down even when she hears a man's voice talking to her.  She made a moaning sound since she couldn't talk and tried to raise her head up the best she could and face in the direction she thought the voice was coming from.

Callum Maktoum strokes her cheek nearly gently with his fingertips as she raises her head. "You have something to say?" He laughs at her when she makes these moaning sounds. "I hope it's something worth listening to... for your own sake!" He touches the gag and opens it, allowing her to speak. "You are a bit overdressed right now. But don't worry, I'll change that", he adds and pulls out his knife, caressing her lips with the cool metal of the blade, gliding deeper in slow circles over her neck, to her cleavage, enjoying the shivering of her body. "If I were you I wouldn't move now. You don't want me to cut off your nipples by accident, do you?"

Jax takes a deep breath in, filling her lungs with fresh air as he removes the gag.  At first she doesn't know what to say and stalls.  She feels the cold, something sharp on her lips and listens to him.  Her fear now becoming more realized and she knows how visibly she must be shaking now in front of this man.  She holds perfectly still, even laying her head back down on the soft flooring which is feeling more like a cushion.  She finally gets brave enough to ask "Where am I?  Who are you?"

Callum Maktoum presses the tip of the blade just a little bit into her cleavage, scratching along the sensitive skin between her breasts as he starts to cut through the fabric of her summer dress. He doesn't reply just yet. All that is heard is the sound of her dress being cut through, exposing her to his view. "Mhhm", he taps the blade against his chin as he tilts his head to the side and inspects her body with his eyes. "I think you will look better without underwear, what do you think?" He asks in a conversational tone. Not that he really expects a reply, he just bends over and cuts through her bra, tearing it off her body and throws it onto the stone floor. He sits down next to her on the mattress and cups her right breast, lifting it, squeezing it a bit. "Perfect!" His hand glides over her belly, her hip, pulling at her panties. "Let's see if you're really worth the effort."

Jax cries out which seems even more loud what must be an empty room.  No man has even seen her before and her entire face flushes red.  "Please don't!" she tells him but as she pleads with him, her bra is suddenly being ripped off her body.  Instinctively she tries to sit up as her body is being pulled forward, her breasts bouncing as the fabric comes off her.  She can feel the coldness of the room as her skin is now exposed, sending her skin shivering.  Her quick attempt to sit up fails and she ends up laying her head back down.  Starting to cry silently when she feels her breasts being touched for the first time so harshly, almost painfully.  She whispers between her soft cries "Please..... please stop."

Callum Maktoum snickers, an amused smile appearing on his face as he watches her reaction. One quick cut and her panties are history as well. "Stop?" His laughter fills the room. "I've paid a high price for you, little one." He observes her face for a moment. "And I need to inspect what I have actually paid for. You know, watching you for some weeks is one thing... actually adding you to my collection is something different." His voice is calm, nearly friendly if it wasn't for the coldness underneath. His hands slide along her inner thighs, opening them painfully wide to expose her cunt to his eyes. "Glad I've waited until you shaved under the shower", he grins, not taking his eyes off her virgin pussy. He lets go off her thighs and pulls a bit at the chains to keep her legs spread open for him. "Now let's have a closer look at you....", he pauses for a moment, shaking his head at the pleas. "You should be happy. I will turn you from a girl into a woman."

Jax whimpers and cries out again an again as he rips the panties off of her, her body being jerked into another position and the deep embarrassment she feels.  Her panic turns into shock when she listens to him go on about how he's watched her.. How he know she shaved in the shower?  No wonder her life seemed to be upside down the past week!  How could this be happening to her?  The more she thought the more she cried openly.  Her pussy lips now open as her legs were held open and she cringed, trying to close her thighs and protect herself from him.  "what are you going to do to me?" she more or less cried as she took a staggered breath, her tears soaking the blindfold she had and even now running down her temples and into her hairline.

Callum Maktoum adjusts the length of the chains, playing her body like a marionette until he has her in the position he wants her to be: her body arched, legs spread open. There is no empathy in his voice as he watches her reaction, feeding on her fear. "What do you think I'm going to do?" He asks as he kneels between her thighs, his fingertips touching the cuffs around her ankles, slowly gliding up her calves, to her knees. He stops for a moment, observing her reaction before his fingers slide up her inner thighs, stopping right at her open pussy lips. He opens them a bit more and leans in closer for the inspection. "Let me guess, you are a virgin", he laughs at her. He pulls down the skin a little bit that protects her clit and lets his thumb tap against it. "Don't worry... it won't hurt that much... after a while."

Jax's body shakes uncontrollably, her lips trembling.  "Please.... please.....please don't do anything to me... aghhhhh.......  pleeeeeeeease." she wails and bellows out loud as she feels his hands drifting up her legs.  She pulls at the chains over an over like a caged animal in sheer terror for the first time in her life.  When he finally touches her, pulling up on the hood of her clit she starts to buck, in her wild imagination, she never dreamed that being touched down there would be so uncomfortable.  She starts to yell at him "DON'T TOUCH ME!  STOP IT!" as another loud cry escapes her lips.

Callum Maktoum tilts his head back and breathes in deeply as she struggles, enjoying her cries, her struggling against the chains that keep her in this exposed position, her fear, the terror in her voice. He licks his lips and pinches her clit hard between his thumb and his index finger. "Rule no. 1", he finally speaks as his fingertip slides between her folds, circling around her entrance, "Your body, your cunt... that all is mine and I will touch you when I want, where I want and how I want." He pushes his index finger slightly inside her, not too deep though. "If you intend to stay alive you will stop screaming like a little girl. It won't help you anyway. Nobody here cares about your screams. Nobody here will help you... in fact, nobody misses you." He starts to laugh again. His finger slides a bit deeper in. "Mhhm... so tight, it will be a pleasure to crack that little cunt open for public use." He pulls his finger out again and slaps her cunt hard before he gets up from the mattress, his eyes wandering over hershivering body. "A virgin... that really is a jackpot!"

Jax shakes her head in fear.  She jumps against the chains when he pinches her clit painfully and cries even harder.  When he slides his finger inside her she screams, not from pain but from terror.  "Public use?  Where am I at?  I don't belong to you.. to anyone... oh God... please let me go.. Don’t do this to me... .PLEASE!! She screams at him and is finally relieved when she feels his fingers his finger slide out of her.

Callum Maktoum pats her cunt playfully, then strokes it nearly gently for a moment. "You are in my realm now", he replies cold and takes a step back. "And I have to correct you... you are my property now and you will learn to service me as I please." He grabs the chains again and lowers her body, allowing her to rest for a bit. He puts the gag back in its place and closes the cage, locking it again. Then he slowly walks to the tv, turning on the news channel for her. "I'll give you a little time to adjust to your new life. When I return", he turns around again, facing her. "... I will fuck that virgin cunt of yours." He grins and slowly walks towards the door. "Now you have something to look forward to, little one. Welcome to your new life." He opens the door and leaves the room again, locking it from the outside and walks down the hallway to attend his other important businesses.

Jax lies down as he lowers the chains and she is able to rest again on the cushion.  She turned and twisted her head when he went to attach the gag again but to disappointment he managed to put it back in place with ease before she could even utter an audible word.  She was happy that she got to close her legs again and even happier when she heard his footsteps walk away from her.  She heard the door open and then hears the locks ticking in place again.  She could hear his keys and his footsteps walking away from her and she was relieved for a moment.  Her belly was now growling and she was thirsty.  She could still here the fire burning and now the TV blaring on a news station.  She welcomed the sound though.  She wondered how she was ever going to get out of here.. or even IF she would.  She managed to sit up on her knees, know she could tell that the cushion she thought it was, now must be a mattress type thing.   She walked around on her knees very carefully, scooting around all the edges.

Jax could feel the bars, brushing her arm up against each an every one of them.  It was a small cage.  Just big enjoy that she could down and her feet not hanging out of it.  She shivered again as she was cold also.  She could not feel any warmth from the fire that she heard.  She sat back down against the bars and listened to the TV.....  the weather.. it's going to be getting warmer and there are storms late in the evening it states from some weather man.  She wondered if she should try to scream or back against the bars with her body.  There has to be a way out of here!  In the middle of her thoughts it occurred to her that the news girl was talking about a missing girl (who me.. I am missing!) and that the body of Jax Morgan has finally been found, burned alive near the woods near campus where she went to school here.

Jax; If she could sit with her mouth gaping open she would.  They think she is dead!  I can't be dead when I am right here in this stupid cage!.. She tried to listen longer.. making sure they were talking about her.   She wished she could see!!  But yes.. they said her name again and witnesses are talking about the smell, that's how others nearby had noticed her.  She... me... missing for two days and now pronounced dead???  She thinks back at the fire... that's the last think she remembers.. and Sunnie who kept pulling her away... that man.... AWE!  That man who called out Sunnie's name... her friend set her up?  Jax shakes her head in disbelief and now she must somehow process all the information to make a clearer picture.  Surely someone will help her... This can't be happening to me! She cries again but stops herself.  She won't be able to breathe if her nose stops up.

Late that evening…..

Callum Maktoum whistles one of his favorite tunes as he walks down the hallway, Pulling the key out of his pocket to throw it up into the air, catching it. He stops in front of the isolation room and moves the key into the locket, opening the door to step inside. The TV is still running, talking about the horrible crime that has been committed and how difficult it has been to identify the burnt corpse. He smiles and shuts the door close behind him. He walks up to the TV and turns it off before focusing his attention on his captive in the cage. "How are you doing?" He asks, well aware of the fact that she cannot actually reply. The cage door opens and he reaches for the chains to change her position again, playing her body like a marionette to expose her completely to his view again. For a little while he just stands there, watching her, his eyes wandering over her naked, shivering body. Then he leans in a bit closer, exhaling his hot breath on her neck. "Is there anything you'd like to say to me?" The amusement in his usually cold voice is not hidden at all.

Jax had laid back down as best she could in the chains.  She had to use the bathroom, she was thirsty and hungry and a bit on the cold side. Being blindfolded and gagged, she could easily imagine that she had clothes on in which, in fact, she did not.  She rested and listened to the TV most of the day, or so it seemed to her.  She heard the footsteps again immediately her body started to shake.  She heard the key, almost too loudly for this room, which must be big because everything seemed to echo.  She listened carefully to the footsteps.  Maybe someone else was here.. she really wanted something to drink.  The TV went off and the cage door squeaked open.  Her heart sank when she heard his voice again and without warning her body was strung up again, legs apart and on her knees.

Callum Maktoum lets his fingertips run through her hair, slowly licking his lips. "Up this close and naked you look even better than under the shower", he smiles and grabs her chin, forcing her to face him while he opens her gag. Her lips are dry and he knows she must the thirsty and starving. But as everything else in life, also these basic needs can only be fulfilled if she offers something in return. "I'm sure you wonder where you are...", his cold laughter escapes his lips while his fingers work on the blindfold, opening it to give her the chance to see for the very first time again since she got captured on the campus. His fingertip runs down her neck, caresses her cleavage. "Just a little warning... be careful with what you say or you will regret it bitterly."

 Jax doesn't attempt to say anything.  At first, she turned away from his voice, looking downwards until he takes her by the chin and turns her head.  She could feel him fumbling with whatever she was wearing on her head.  The gag was removed and she licked her lips.  Boy was she thirsty.  Then the blindfold came off and she could see for the first time.  Though at first her vision was blurry at first, she could see the fire she has been listening to.  She blinked several times to gain focus and then raised her eyes up to look at him.  Not as old as she had imagined.  Bald,  glasses.. seemed very confident... must be an asshole she thought to herself.  She didn't dare say anything to him, just stared at his face.

Callum Maktoum watches her eyes and facial expressions closely. Deep behind his cold brown eyes a fire starts to sparkle again as he memorizes every single change, may it be slight or not as she looks at him. He tilts his head slightly to the side and licks his lips again. "Welcome home, baby", he smiles at her as his hand glides deeper, cupping her right breast to lift it up. His thumb rubs against her nipple, hard from the cool room she's been kept in. "I know it will take you a little time to get used to your new life, but trust me... the less you fight me, the easier it will be for you." He motions towards the tv. "And by now you should have realized that nobody is looking for you anymore. In fact, your parents will soon start to prepare your funeral. But don't worry, I'll get you some pictures." He grins again, his eyes wandering from her face down her naked body, resting between her spread legs. "And in the meantime we will have a lot of fun together... well, I will have!"

Jax can see the fire dancing in his glasses, and for the first time watches him talk to her as if they were having a two way conversation.  Her body jerks and chains rattle as he grabs her breast and touches her nipple.  She unconsciously shakes her head to tell him no but she doesn't protest verbally.  She tries to look brave but she is aware that this may not be working or he simply doesn't care.  "Who are you?" she finally musters enough strength to ask him.

Callum Maktoum glances at her virgin cunt for a while, not immediately answering. The smile around his lips is growing while his thumb still rubs against her nipple, pinching it hard. Yes, he doesn't care about her protest. It's not her choice to make anymore. His free hand reaches behind his back and he pulls out a large knife that he has hidden beneath his shirt. He taps the tip against his lips for a moment and smiles before he reaches out and rests the cold metal of the blade against her cheek, moving it nearly gently down, along her jaw line, around her lips. His eyes lock again with hers and he leans in close, so close that their lips are only separated by the blade between them. "I am your destiny", he finally replies.

Jax watches in horror when she sees the blade.  Its cold steel almost stinging her already cold skin on her cheek.  She holds very still as he traces her face and finishes at her lips.  She can smell his breath when he comes so close to her face that they are nose to nose and all she sees is his brown eyes staring holes into her eyes.

Callum Maktoum doesn't move, simply stares into her eyes, observing every emotion that might be hidden beneath those beautiful green eyes. How long has he waited for this moment, watching her from the distance, passing her on the campus? It's been weeks of gathering information, sending out spies and now she was finally here. Doomed. No turning back, no escape. The blades move down her chin, deeper. Slow circles down her neck, her cleavage, the tip slightly scratching around her nipples. "I will make you mine. My fuckslut, my pisswhore, my cum bucket to use and share whenever I want", he still looks into her eyes and his voice is, unlike the words spoken, gentle. "But at first I will have to prepare you for your future and you being a virgin", he snickers as the blade glides down her belly, "is the greatest gift you could have made me."

Jax eyes becomes soft, she tries not to pay attention to the knife but to his eyes and his words. "This cage is to become my home?  Do I belong to you personally now?" she quickly asks two short questions.

Callum Maktoum stays this close to her lips, nearly touching them with his as he listens to her question. "Indeed", he nods as the blade moves further down, to her vulva, resting there. "You are a very clever girl. This is your home now and you are my property." His usually expressionless face softens for a moment before it turns into a mask again. "The sooner you accept your fate at my side, the easier it will get for you."

Jax uses her gut instinct and nods.  She knows how much trouble she is in.  She thinks this must be what happens to others who simply vanish.  Her pussy constricts when she feels the blade there and she pleads "Please don't hurt me Sir."

Callum Maktoum keeps the blade between her wide opened thighs, rubbing the side of it across her pussy lips. "Whether I hurt you or not totally depends on you", he answers her calmly. After a little while he removes the blade and closes the door to the cage again. "I will leave the TV on for you to watch the news about you for a bit." Moving to the screen he turns the channel on for her again. "One of the slaves will feed you in a bit, so you have the strength you need for the most important night of your life." He winks at her as he heads to the door. "I will make sure it will be unforgettable for you." With these words he leaves the isolation room and locks it again from the outside, leaving her alone with her thoughts and fears.

 Jax watches him close and lock the cage.  He doesn't put the gag and the blindfold on again and for that she is thankful.  Maybe he doesn't remember, but either way she is glad she can finally see and look around the room as soon as he leaves, hearing the big double doors close and lock behind him.  She has to pee so bad they she has a hard time holding it.  Her stomach rumbles again and her mouth is like cotton.

 Jax looks around the room and thinks how drab it looks with it's grey stone and striped wallpaper, darker grey tile flooring.  Not much in the way of furniture either.  Some she doesn't even know what it's for.  Her cage is just that, a little cage like for a larger animal... maybe a bird cage?  She turns her head and looks at the art on the walls.  Girls being used by the men.. she wonders if that is her fate.... if those are real pictures of others from this place.  Her stomach growls again and she hope that whoever is coming to feed her will hurry.  She was already feeling weak from lack of food and nothing to drink and she can hardly sleep in this position he left her in.  She turns her face back to the TV which is playing some infomercial about this great new knife set and she rolls her eyes.  Any moment now she was going to start yelling for help and she hopes that someone will come to see to her needs besides Him.