David sat the end of Victor's table, watching the party spinning around him. Noise and sex and booze. His hand rested around the stem of a wine glass but he didn't sip from the expensive vintage. Instead, his eyes focused on the host of the party: Victor Talsian.
Victor dominated the head of the table. Dressed in a white suit and fedora, he leaned back on an overstuffed chair and easily joked with the small crowd of politicians, diplomats, and people who moved the world. David spotted the mayor and her current boy toy. Next to her, a Supreme Court judge fondled a naked woman with two rings embedded in her breasts.
A slender blonde slave, naked except for the bar code at the base of her spine, slipped through the gathered people and knelt reverently down in front of Victor. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, almost touching the tattoo, but David stared at her mouth. Full red lips worked silently as she pulled Victor's impressive cock from his pants and parted around the thick head.
Neither Victor nor his guests even glanced down at the woman giving head.
David sighed and toyed with the rim of his glass. Another slave, a black-haired beauty drifted toward him, lifting one eye in question, but he shook his head minutely before letting his eyes drift back to Victor. He felt a pang of jealousy as the powerful man finally acknowledge his blow job, slapping his hand down on the back of her head as he came. David shuddered at the sight of cum oozing from her tightly stretched lips and he desperately wished he could be Victor at that moment.
Victor finished coming, but his hand never left the back of the blonde's head. As David watched, she held it there for a long moment. Victor pushed down and she started to struggle. Her eyes widened with panic and her hands slapped on Victor's thighs. Victor's guest started to notice her efforts to pull her mouth from his cock and David felt a pang of sadness. He could guess how this would end.
From his vantage point, he could barely see the tears rolling down her face. Her trim backside lifted up, exposing the sparse hairs between her legs, then lowered down. Victor grinned at his guests and dropped his other hand down on her, holding her tightly down. Her of her hands reached up, trying to find some purchase, but she only managed to grab the dark gray tie which slipped through her fingers.
Then, the blonde's master jerked violently from pain. Immediately after, the woman froze, dropping to the ground. Her hands slapped to the floor but fresh tears shook from her face. Victor grunted and curled his hair tightly into her hair. A few loops and his hand almost glowed with the golden strands.
He looked up to the gathered masses. “Excuse me, someone apparently has too many teeth.”
A polite round of laughter drifted from the group. Victor, using her hair as a handle, pulled the slave from his lap. As soon as his thick member escaped her lips, she begged for her life. The sound of her desperation reached David and he felt tears glittering in his own eyes, but he couldn't look away from her drama.
When Victor stood up, his member stood at full mast with a bright sparkle of blood near the bottom. He didn't release his slave. Instead, he transferred her to one hand and motioned for another of his servants–a black man wearing nothing but a black tie and pair of shorts. The man servant pulled a hunting knife from his pocket and carefully handed it hilt-first to Victor.
Excitement grew in the grand hall as conversations drifted to. David glanced around to see others watching with rapt anticipation. The blonde's feet skittered on the ground as she stared at the blade with terrified, wide eyes. Her breasts, each one larger than David's hand, heaved and shone with sweat and fear. Victor turned his full attention on her; a slow, evil grin stretched across his face.
Spinning her around away from him, Victor kicked the back of her knees. She let out a high-pitched scream of terror and crashed to the ground. He threw her forward on her hands and knees. The sound of her palms slapping on the pristine white marble floor sent a jerk through David. He lifted from his chair to get a better view, even as he felt horrible for his own interest.
The blonde tried to crawl away, but Victor slashed down twice. David couldn't hear the Achilles' tendons being cut, but she reacted immediately. Losing tension in her legs, her legs sprawled out on the ground as blood splattered across the marble. Victor laughed and watched as she tried to crawl away. Fingertips digging into the seams of the marble tiles, she dragged her body along the ground. Her breasts slid on the smooth surface, her sweat mixing with the blood pouring from her legs. Her master followed and reached down to run the tip of the knife between her legs, teasing her clitoris and asshole with the sharp point. She could only sob for mercy as she tried to escape the cruel master.
She made it almost next to David when Victor grew tired of the game. The man in white gave David a nod of reorganization, then rammed the knife with all his strength into the girl's cunt. Twelve inches of hardened steel sliced her open and she let out a high-pitched scream that deafened David. He couldn't move as she pleaded with him to end her mercy, but Victor had more in mind. Wrapping his hand in her hair again, he planted a knee on the small of her back and pulled her back. Her screams cut off as she bent over his knee, her breasts heaving and her face spasming with pain and terror.
The knife drew across her throat, just nicking the artery. The tiny cut sputtered with hot blood, then tore open, splattering the floor in front of David with her life. He shuddered at the morbid display before him and didn't notice when the puddle of blood soaked into his expensive leather shoes.
Victor dropped her face down into her own blood.
“She'll die in a few minutes,” he announced. Then, he returned his attention to David. Cock still out of his now stained suit, he motioned for a glass of wine and set down next to David.
“David, my boy! How are you enjoying the party?”
David stared at the bloody knife in his hand. Victor chuckled and handed it to a servant. Victor ran his fingers along his thin mustache to smooth it down, then took an offered glass of wine. Another servant, a boy barely seventeen, ran up to clean his bloody hand and flee. David raised his look to watch Victor sip on the glass. The powerful man stared back at him, a wry smile on his lips.
“Not very much?” Victor observed.
“It is… very good.”
Victor laughed loudly. “I love watching you, boy. You have this innocence that hasn't cracked. You've been going to my parties for what, two years, and you still look uncomfortable.”
David blushed, “I don't mean to.”
Victor's eyes twinkled with amusement before he spoke wryly. “And yet you keep coming.”
“Terrance enjoys them,” replied David.
At Terrance's name, Victor sighed. “I don't like the friends you keep though, that is probably the only thing not so innocent about you.”
“Sorry.”
“Don't be, you are a good friend.”
David's attention drew to servants pulling the dying slave away, leaving a long smear of blood that another dozen naked men wiped from the floor.
Victor followed his gaze, then reached out to pat David on the knee. “You should get one yourself. I bet you'd relax a bit more if you spent that precious weregild you have.”
“Don't seem right, just buying a life like that.”
“Why not? You are part of the insured, the crème de la crème. Spend that blood money, enjoy having a life in your hands.”
David worried his lip, “I couldn't.”
Victor shook his head. “So innocent. But, innocence is made to be broken.”
David looked up but Victor just smiled.
The man in white dug into his pocket and pulled out a crimson coin. Made of crystal and metal layered around a hologram, it represented a single unit of weregild, blood money. He handed it for David. David considered turning it down, but very few people refused the incredible sum in Victor's hand or getting on the bad side of Victor. He took the cool coin and a nearby computer chirped acknowledging the transfer; the coin was only symbolic of the intricate accounts managed by unseen computers.
“Thank you,” muttered David.
Sipping his wine, Victor regarded David. “Look, just head down to one of the orphanages and pick up a girl. Make her your slave, fuck her and have fun. You don't have to kill her… yet.”
“I-I—”
“And if you are worried about ruining innocence, then visit the prison. Most of the minimum securities have a wide selection of ones you won't even bat an eye if you beat them or rape them.”
David didn't answer, still staring at the money in his hand. Victor chuckled and finished his wine.
“Knowing you, I bet you'll just pocket it and not spend it.”
“I may not.”
Victor's eyes sparkled over the wine glass. He grinned and shook his head.
“Don't lie to me, David, I like you—”
“Hi, Victor!” said Terrance as David's best friend sat down heavily next to him. Victor humor faded instantly, leaving an icy expression on his face. Terrance, possessed mop of blonde hair that bordered right on the line of being barely in control and a contagious smile to match, but David never saw Victor smiling near his friend.
Terrance started to say something, but Victor stood up sharply. He looked at David, and only David, before speaking curtly.
“Think about it, boy.”
Then Victor left.
Terrance, clueless as usual, looked back and forth. Then he spotted the coin in David's hand.
“Dude! Vic gave you blood!?”
David sighed and jammed it deep into his pocket. Terrance looked both jealous and amused at the same time. Then, he noticed the blood on David's shoes.
“He gave you that for ruining your shoes?” Then a brief pause, “He killed someone and I missed it!?”
David nodded. Terrance jumped in his seat like a kid, then looked around.
“What he do, gut a girl right on the floor? Or did he have some elaborate little show. Outside, he's got four slaves up on the spikes. You can hear them whimpering as they slide down, there is this black haired one that…”
David lost interest in Terrance's prattling and stood up. Terrance drifted in silence, then looked up.
“—and you can see her… pussy… what is wrong?”
David shook his head. His eyes focused on Victor's position, but the man in white spoke intently with some corporate heads. Ducking his head, he circled around Terrance to flee.
“I just have to go.”
“Why? They are going to chip out the guy's that Vic froze alive? And then there will be games on the lawn. I heard he's going to be doing archery, how cool is that? I mean, serious—”
David fled the grand hall. Out in the front, ten valets stood patiently. Half men and half women, they stood naked in the warm Summer air and joked with each other. As David walked closer, silence spread over them. David smiled to the nearest.
“Afternoon, Malcom. My car?”
The slave beamed at his name and hurried to get his car. David stood there, watching the steady flow of new guests for Victor's massive party. He dug the coin from his pocket and stared at it.
One coin.
One life.
He squeezed the center of the coin to deactivate it–somewhere a hidden camera removed all significance of the coin–and tossed it into the garbage can. A moment later, he heard a crack as the crystal structure self-destructed.
David had no intention of ever spending it.