Molly's Life Continues ~ Pt 5

While Molly was away Marcus did not sleep, did not sit still, and hardly ate. He paced around the house, snapped at anyone who spoke to him, and refused to allow Rob to do anything with Tricia anywhere but the privacy of his own room. Not that Rob was very interested in doing anything anyway, and Tricia didn't push the idea, completely understanding the mood of the two men of the house. Since coming to live with them she had quickly developed a strong admiration for Molly, but she was sure her feelings could be no match for those of her brother and her Master!

Rob's fears were compounded one of the few times Marcus broke his silence. "He can't be trusted, that Russell!" He'd said through gritted teeth. "Oh, he'll follow my restrictions, to the "T" I bet, but he'll push them to the limits too. He apprenticed under Stan Green, of all people. I didn't know he was still around here. Never dreamed he'd be on the auction invitation list! He has a few more scruples than his old friend, but just how much I wouldn't venture to say."

"Will Molly be OK?" Tricia had dared to ask, and Marcus had snapped at her to keep her mouth shut and learn when and where it was her place to speak. Then he had turned a concerned look towards Rob and sighed, knowing all too well his treatment of the other slave was out of line.

"She will be returned with no permanent holes or scars, just as I requested... but to what degree of OK she will be.... I don't know."

"What sort of man is this guy?" Rob had asked.

Marcus had wiped his brow on his sleeve, glanced out the window, and sunk momentarily into a chair. "He has two very beautiful slaves, last I heard. He trained them from quite young. Some have even rumoured that they are his daughters, but I have never heard any proof of that. He treats them like princesses, pampers them and never lays a finger on them in pain. They are the envy of slaves all over the area for the lavish treatment and kindness he shows them. Never a whip has touched their flesh!" He glanced at Tricia with a frown. "And yet.... he has one of the most innovative dungeons around and he is quite used to slave torture. He buys, borrows .... and steals... other slaves to use as victims to fulfill his sadistic appetite. Word is his own slaves enjoy the show as much as he does. Must be quite a pleasure watching another be tortured and knowing you have no fear of ever having to live through that torture yourself."

Tricia had shuddered and curled up, clinging to Rob, who in turn had pulled her close under his arm. Marcus had stood up and began pacing again, and the time had passed much in silence after that.

When finally the time for Molly to be returned arrived, Marcus made the trip on his own. The waiting, and pretending to converse with his fellow masters, was unbearable. Other slaves were brought back and taken away by their masters, one by one, until everyone else was gone, except Marcus and the auction host, who eyed Marcus with caution.

"I'm sure he'll have her back soon." the host stuttered, for the fourth time.

Marcus glared at him. "You'll both have hell to pay if he doesn't! How stupid, to have a man like that on your list!" Then he grumbled to himself under his breath as he walked away. "How stupid of me to allow her to stay in the auction when I knew he wanted her!" He paced, back and forth, checking his watch and the door, over and over again, muttering to himself about his own foolishness.

Eventually Russell sauntered casually through the door, calling a friendly hello to the host. Marcus spun around on his heel, eyeing the other man with fire in his eyes.

"Where is she" He demanded, and Russell looked at him with a questioning glance, then laughed.

"Oh, she's yours is she? No wonder you weren't going to bid on her. I must say, I really enjoyed her!" Russell continued to stand where he was, his hands thrust into his pockets, seeming in no hurry to return the missing slave to her master.

"Where IS she?" Marcus boomed.

Russell shuffled his feet casually. "A real beast fucking whore you have yourself there Marcus. It was a shame I don't have more livestock than I do."

Marcus gripped Russell by the shirtfront and stared him down. In his rage the only thing he could think about was laying a right hook to the middle of his face, but he held back, telling himself the man wasn't even worth the punch.

"I said WHERE IS SHE?"

Russell raised both hands. "Alright, alright, she's in my car."

Marcus dropped him like hot coals and headed straight for the door. Russell shot a wry grin in the direction of the host, then sauntered towards the door himself, arriving just as Marcus reached his car.

"I might have to get myself a new whip you know. I think I've worn mine out on her tits, had to switch to a belt to finish the job properly." He said with a chuckle.

Marcus shot him a look like he was ready to kill and spat under his breath "Scum!", then opened the door and leaned in to where Molly lay limp across the back seat. His heart choked him in his throat as he looked at her, welted and raw, tits heavily bruised, laying freezing and shivering. He stripped off his jacket and wrapped her in it and carefully moved her closer to the door. He picked her up effortlessly and carried her to his own car, muttering under his breath.

"Damn fool! Stupid damn fool!!" he said over and over again, knowing full well he meant himself. When he neared his car he shot an angry glance towards the host.

"Open my car door, quick!" He shouted, and the nervous host quickly obliged. He lay Molly carefully on the seat, wrapping her closely in his jacket and making sure she was as comfortable as he could make her, then closed the door and looked at the other two men.

"Never again! Do you hear me? Never again will you get your hands on any slave that I have anything to do with!"

Driving home nearly killed him. He had to keep his eyes on the road and watch his speed so as not to get pulled over, but all he could think of was Molly laying on the back seat. When he pulled in the garage Rob heard the car and had the door open to the house by the time Marcus had lifted Molly out of the car.

"My God! Is she alright?" Rob asked in a panic.

"I hope so." was all that Marcus could say as he rushed straight through to lay her on his bed. "Bring me the medical supplies!" He called after him, and Rob wasted no time on that task.

For several hours Marcus never left Molly's side. Tricia offered to help clean Molly's wounds but Marcus stubbornly insisted on doing everything himself. He blamed himself for the condition she was in and he was determined to do whatever it took to see her well again. He gave her painkillers and gently washed each raw welt and applied a soothing salve. When at long last he was done, he wrapped her in warm blankets and curled up beside her, as close as he could get, and lay an arm protectively over her.

Marcus had hardly slept since she'd been auctioned, and now that he was convinced there was nothing more he could do for her but wait, his eyes slowly drooped and he fell asleep with his arm around her, vowing silently to himself he would never let her be hurt again as long as he lived.