Deep in the Woods Read Free

girl. Been in the community for several years now.”
    Dave waited for him to say more, but Jerry’s voice trailed off and he turned his attention to someone else. Dave finished his food and made his way to a group of friends in the opposite corner, skirting Lara, who frowned at him. No, he didn’t feel like talking to her now.
    “Darling, come give me a kiss.” Madame M was a statuesque Domme he’d had the pleasure to photograph on several occasions. “I see you met the little bitch. She surfaces every so often.”
    “M.” Veronica, an older, motherly woman, scolded her. “That’s not very kind of you.”
    “Well, that’s what she is.”
    “She’s not the only bitch in this group,” said a Dom named Clark, frowning at M. “Sheathe your claws. I think it took a lot of courage for her to show up here.”
    “That girl I was talking to? With the black hair?” asked Dave, confused. “She didn’t seem like a bitch.”
    “Sophie,” said Madame M, waving her hand in irritation. “Too good to play by the rules. You know it’s true, Clark.”
    “The jury is out on whether it was her or him who broke the rules,” Clark retorted.
    “It was him,” Veronica interjected. Veronica was a longtime slave with a soft heart and a surprisingly sharp tongue. “He was the one who was all about no limits, and that consensual non-consent nonsense.”
    “And she was the one who agreed to it,” said Madame M. “She was the one who stayed with him when everyone tried to help her. That was her decision. She made her bed.”
    “What are you talking about?” asked Dave. “I’m lost.”
    Clark turned to him. “Last year Sophie started seeing a man named…what was his name?”
    “Depraved,” said Veronica with a frown.
    “Yes, Depraved. No one knew his real name. Anyway, he was an abuser. A fake. We all told her. We all knew what was going on. They came together to the munches, the play parties, and the things he did to her—the way he treated her—”
    “Sophie let him treat her that way,” M said with a wag of her finger. “We tried to step in. I did step in on several occasions, and was told by Sophie to fuck off.”
    Clark shook his head. “It was a terrible situation. One night at Studio Erotica, he went too far with her. Master Lawrence and Lady Marie called the police, and still Sophie did nothing. Wouldn’t make a statement, wouldn’t press charges. Nothing changed. The police started showing up at all the local fetish events, even to any play parties we advertised online. They were always hovering around because of this thing with Sophie and Depraved.”
    “She’s just an attention whore,” Madame M said. “Before Depraved, there was that other one, you remember?”
    “But he wasn’t as bad,” said Veronica.
    “Well, he was bad enough. Anyway,” M continued, “eventually Sophie and Depraved were not welcome at the munches and parties anymore. They were blacklisted from Studio Erotica. Lawrence and Marie had to do it, otherwise the police would have found a way to shut them down.”
    They all fell silent. Dave looked from one face to the other. “Then what? What happened?”
    “Well,” said M. “They disappeared. We didn’t know. None of us knew what was going on until it was too late. Sophie’s parents came sniffing around, saying their daughter hadn’t contacted them in weeks. Again, the cops were all over us. No one knew who this ‘Depraved’ character was, where he lived, where he worked. No one had seen them, but the cops were at every venue, at every event looking for Sophie. Sophie’s father is some high-placed local businessman or something—”
    “That wasn’t the point, that the cops were everywhere,” said Clark. “So you had to answer a few questions. What about her?” He turned to Dave. “They found Sophie when she turned up in the emergency room. She had been abused. Drugged.” He went silent, searching for words. “Broken. She was a mess. She might have