AN: This is still Madison's friend. I just want to clarify something. A guest reviewer, that reviewed Unwritten,thought maybe my system was set to the Chinese dialect. And that was what was causing all my problems. I guess I should have thought of a different way to explain it. When I say that it unreadable like it's written in Chinese. What I mean is it's unreadable because there's just line after line of computer code. It's not actually Chinese writing.
After this there may not be new updates for several days. Yesterday morning my elderly father who has dementia. Fell on his face. He broke his nose and got a mild concussion. He of course went to the emergency room. Where they were so overrun with COVID-19 patients. That he spent the whole time he was at the emergency room on a gurney in the hallway. When he left the ER yesterday night it was our understanding that they were not going to do surgery on his broken nose. We got a very unexpected call this afternoon. And tomorrow morning he will be having surgery to fix his broken nose. So I will be busy over the next several days taking care of him. But I promise I have not forgotten you. Hopefully by next week I will be back to a more regular update schedule.
I would like to thank everyone that left birthday wishes for me in the reviews. It meant a great deal to me. I truly appreciate it.
Chpt. 12 APOV:
"Ready to go back to our room?" he quietly asks me.
"Yes," I whisper which is about all I can muster the energy for right now.
Instead of getting up, he just holds me gently rubbing my back which is just fine with me. My body feels like jello; I don't think I could move even if I wanted to right now. I'm relieved that the first scene is out of the way even though I know the others are going to be tougher and require much more from both of us.
"I need to take these out of you," Christian slips his hand between my legs urging me to open them.
"No!" I whisper harshly. "Not here."
"They don't have any private rooms here…"
"Wait until we get back to our room, please."
I know it's silly considering I was just strapped to a cross when he took those balls from my mouth and pushed them into me but the idea of sitting here with my legs spread so he could take them out when we're not in a scene embarrasses me. I know it makes absolutely no sense.
"If that's what you want," he leans in kissing me as he holds me close to him. It's impossible to miss his erection pressed against my side. His tongue tangles with mine for several minutes before we both away breathless. "Let's get out of here."
I nod and standing up; he grasps my hips holding me as I sway when I stand still a little lightheaded from the scene. He quickly attaches the leash around his wrist before leading me through the room. We walk pass several couples on stages in a scene while others watch the scene in front of them.
"Would you like a ride back to the main building?" a woman asks Christian.
"Please," Christian nods.
"One moment," a few seconds later a golf cart pulls up in front of us. Christian leads me to it, urging me to slide onto the bench before he gets in to sit next to me.
I nearly groan when the golf cart takes off and goes over a small bump in the road, the small movement causing the torturous balls inside of me to move around. I suddenly regret not letting Christian take them out when he wanted to; I should have pushed my pride away and let him do it in there. The chances of someone watching were slim and I know I shouldn't care but I did.
"Ana…it's nice to see you again," the driver says after a few minutes.
"Taylor?" I immediately look up when the cart slows down. He turns around briefly to look at me and I'm immediately relieved. He's the only other person besides Christian at the resort that I can trust. "It's good to see you. This is Christian, he…he took Simpson's place."
"I see that," he nods towards Christian. "What happened with Simpson?"
"It…it just didn't work out," I say vaguely.
"I didn't think he would," Taylor chuckles. "Listen, before we get back I need to tell you I was called to your room when you were…in the play area."
"Why?" I ask.
"What happened?" Christian asks.
"They received a signal that the audio recording devices weren't working," he replies. "I had to replace them."
"Fuck."
"I replaced them, however I have them set so they're not transmitting a signal," he says.
"Meaning what? Isn't that going to tip them off again?" I ask.
"Not exactly," he explains. "I have your room's audio linked to a recording from a couple who were in the room a couple of weeks ago."
"What's the point in the audio recording?" Christian asks.
"They claim it's for safety purposes; so they can monitor what's going on outside of a scene," he shrugs.
"You don't buy that," I assume.
"I think there's another reason, but I haven't figured out what yet."
"You don't think they will notice that it's not our voices on the recording?" I ask.
"Doubtful," he shakes his head. "The same people don't listen to the audio transmissions and they don't even listen to them all day."
"They don't know the other devices were destroyed?" Christian asks.
"No, they think it was a transmission issue that required a reboot," he answers.
"Do we need to be concerned about them sending someone else in and checking on them again?" I ask.
"I don't believe so, but I let them know to contact me if there's another issue. They've called me for other IT related issues so I'm confident they'll reach out to me again if needed."
"Okay, thank you," I say.
"Thanks man," Christian adds.
"Let me get you guys back to the building before they question why I've been gone for so long," Taylor steps on the gas a little too hard sending me into Christian. I grab his leg tightly when the sudden movement also makes the balls that I had nearly forgotten about come to life again inside of me. A few more turns has Taylor stopping in front of the building and I immediately breathe a sigh of relief.
"Good luck," Taylor nods before quickly pulling away.
Christian wraps his arm around my waist, leading me into the building and to the elevator. Every step, every stop of the elevator, every single movement kicks my arousal up a notch. By the time we reach the room, I'm on the edge, desperate for another release. The constant moving of the balls has kept me right there but isn't enough to make me come. I know all it would take was a touch from Christian and I would be done; I'm so close to actually considering begging him to do just that.
"Do you want me to take them out now?" he asks as soon as the door closes. Based on the look on his face he knows how I'm feeling right now.
"Please," I beg knowing if he doesn't I'm going to push my pride aside and fucking remove them myself.
"Lay down on the edge of the bed," I immediately climb on groaning as the balls move again within me.
He pulls my legs to the side, opening me to him as he rests my feet on the edge of the bed. I'm too focused on my own needs to be embarrassed in this position. He stands between my legs, his hands gliding up my legs but stopping just before they reach my sex. I arch into him, the feel of his touch on my skin heightened from in my aroused state. He leans down, capturing my mouth in his as his tongue tangles with mine. His moves so he's above me; my hands roam his body just as his do mine. For these few moments it's so easy to forget where we are and why we're here. It's so easy to forget…everything.
"I want to make you come again, this time for only me to see," he says against my lips.
"Yes," right now he could do whatever he wanted to me.
He kisses his way down my neck, biting my nipples through the thin fabric before continuing his path downward. I gasp when he finds my bare sex, having long ago forgotten that this dress is so incredibly short that when he arranged me on the bed the end of the dress ended up around my waist. His hands wrap around my thighs, opening me to him as his licks me from top to bottom and back again.
"You taste…delicious," he groans the vibrations against my bare skin pushing me even closer to that edge. "Better than I even remember."
When has anyone else ever made me feel like this? When has anyone else ever touched me like this? When has anyone else ever…kissed me so intimately? It's always been Christian…he's always been the only way who could set my body on fire with like this.
"CHRISTIAN!" I scream out his name the moment he tugs on my clit with his teeth the orgasm ripping through my body. The orgasm continues in full force when he reaches into me and pulls out the torturous balls that have been driving me crazy for far too long.
"You're beautiful when you come," he leans over me, kissing me deeply letting me taste myself on his lips. I can feel his erection through his jeans against my bare skin; he groans when I press myself against him.
"I want you," I whisper.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
Instead of answering him with words, I reach between us and unbutton his jeans pulling them down as best I can in this position. He quickly pulls them off, his shirt following before he slides us both to the center of the bed.
"Leave this on," he stops me when I go to take my dress off. "You have no idea how fucking sexy you look in this."
He flips us over so I'm lying on top of him, his dick rubs right against my still throbbing clit and I groan as need washes over me again. With his hands firm on my hips, he urges me to sit up and straddle him. I reach between us, taking hold of his erection and placing him just at my entrance. He moans, closing his eyes as I slowly slide down onto him, opening them only when he's completely inside of me. With my hands on his chest for support I start moving against him loving the way he fills me and touches me so deeply.
"I'm not going to last," his strained words are barely a whisper.
"Me neither," I moan.
His fingers move to just above our connection, teasing my clit as I start moving against him with purpose. I'm chasing my orgasm and bringing him closer to his which judging from how tightly he is holding onto my hips. I lean down, the moment his lips meet mine he sucks my lip into his mouth and I come hard around him. He groans my name moments later and I feel him spill himself into me. I collapse on his chest; he wraps his arms around me holding me tight against him as we both slowly come back to reality.
I don't know how long we lay there like that, but I know that neither of us even wanted to think about moving. Eventually though we get from the bed and go into the bathroom where we take a shower together.
"What did you think of the first test?" Christian asks.
"I'm glad it's over…wait…I assume we passed right?"
"Yes, we passed," he chuckles.
"I…I know the next one will be more difficult, but I feel relieved that we got the first one out of the way. Did you think it went okay?"
"You did amazing," he kisses me before continuing. "They required me to make you come in order to pass the test which is why I used the balls. I was worried you would be too nervous."
"I was," I admit.
"So tomorrow we'll head over to level two," he says.
"Yes, I figure we should be in there at least twice tomorrow so we can get a good look at the building," I explain. "Then if we have everything we need, look to test on the next day?"
"That should work, I don't think they'll let us test on the first day in there. Depending on how large that space is we may need an extra day in there. The building we were in today was big, but it was open which made it easier to see everything. I don't know if the other building will be set up the same way."
"True, we'll have to play that part by ear making sure we have everything we need before we move on. When we're not there can check out some of the other areas of the resort too. Maybe we'll see something we missed earlier today."
We order in room service for dinner, neither of us wanting to leave the room again. As we lay in bed falling asleep, I realize how fucked I would have been if it were Simpson here with me. He never would have been able to make me come during the scene today like Christian did. I'm sure it had nothing to do with him, but I couldn't let myself relax around him enough to focus on the scene. I was constantly thinking about what he was going to do next. With Christian, I rarely worry about that. As much as I didn't think it was possible, I trust him…at least when we're here.
Kate's POV (possible trigger warning):
"You're beginning to piss off the boss."
FUCK…he's back. I don't know how long it's been; maybe a day or two since he's come down here. Not since he took the others way. Now it's just me in here.
"He's getting fed up that you're not ready yet; you're going to the next auction no matter what."
I gulp; the auction. He's been threatening that since the day I was first brought here…wherever the hell I am. I'm not stupid, given where I was I have a feeling I know what type of an auction he is referring to. I've been fighting though, not giving in the way the others did. I've kicked, screamed and did everything possible to fight back. Up until now, it's been working. I know what they want; they want someone who is going to do whatever they're told to do. Someone who is so scared that they will do anything.
Fuck that! I've never been scared of anything and I don't fucking given in. So I started fighting back and it's been working. Every so many days they bring in other girls; one by one I've watch them come in and get chained to the wall next to me. Then they're all taken away. Once another girl stayed with me; she tried to fight back but eventually she lost. They beat her so hard one day that she lost any fight she had left. When they came back for her again she didn't fight them.
But now it seems no amount of fighting is going to help me. I kept thinking that if I could just last another day that somehow I would be rescued. That somehow the cops would come and get me out of the hell that has become my life. I have no fucking idea how long I've been here, but by now someone has to be looking for me. Surely my parents have realized that I'm missing…right? They would have called the police or someone to try to find me.
"Time to clean you up," he doesn't even finish the sentence before a blast of cold water hits me.
I jump, backing up against the stone wall and try to turn away from the cold water. My hands are chained above me and my feet are shackled in place to the floor so I really can't get away from the freezing water. My clothes were taken the day I was brought here…wherever here is. I know what's coming; they only bring out the hose when they're going to take me out of here. I'd rather they just leave me in this dark hole.
"Don't move," he hisses in my ear and on instinct I push my hip into him trying to throw him off.
He must have been prepared for it, because I feel the pinch of the needle only a second later the warmth of whatever drug they give me. My body goes weak and soon I can't move a muscle. I hate when they give me this drug…whatever the hell it is. It keeps me awake but makes it so I can't fight them. He's dragging me across the room before I even realize my hands and feet are free; I try to move to kick him or punch him or do something but once again I can't move a muscle. I hate feeling like this; I hate what this drug does to me.
I'm lying down on a bench; another guy is helping the first guy to dress me. A mask is placed over my head, surrounding me even further in darkness. A gag is put in mouth, holding it open before the hood is sealed. They move me as if I'm not a person; touching me, groping me as they move the clothing over me. Like the last couple of times they've done this, my breasts are forced through round metal circles which leave them exposed. They tug down the tight leather "dress" if it can even be called that before I feel them roughly pull on a pair of panties. They laugh as they yank it up, the string from the thong nearly cutting into my skin.
Another prick to my skin and warmth has me flying high like I'm above the room looking down instead of actually being here. I don't know if I hate this drug more than the other one; at least with this one I can move my body, I have somewhat control over my movements. The downfall though is that I feel so out of it I can't function. My reactions are delayed so there's nothing I can do when they're actually touching me.
"Let's go slave," I'm knocked to the floor from the bench sometime later.
The chain leash is attached to my neck and I'm lead on my hands and knees from the cold, wet damp room that I've been in more or less since I arrived. This is the only time they let me out; when they bring me to that room. I awkwardly crawl up the stairs, I can tell we leave the building when I feel dirt under my hands and knees. Eventually we come to another building and they yank me inside.
"Look what's arrived," a loud voice says. "Ladies and gentleman, we have another special treat. This slave is without a master and will be here for the next couple of hours for you to play with. The rules are simple: no penetration of her pussy or ass this includes the use of toys, her clothing is to be left on and the gag must be left in place. You are free to use her otherwise as you see fit. If you lower her or change her position, you must return her the way you found her when you're finished."
I nearly choke when they pull too hard and I slowly go where I'm being led. I will get through this. I will get through this. I've made it through this before; today is no different. I know what's coming; I know what they're going to do, I just need to push through it. Eventually they stop and yank me up so I'm standing. My hands are held above me and I'm raised until I'm forced to stand on my tip toes. I try to kick when I feel one of them near me, but my foot doesn't connect with anything and it only results in a horrible strain on my arms.
I hear people talk around me; there's more people here than last time. I can't make out what they're saying, they seem far away but I can feel them when they rub up against me so I know they're close. I try to beg them to help me, to tell them that I don't want this, to tell them my safeword but with the gag holding my mouth open nothing comes out.
"Enjoy yourself while you can," the man from earlier snickers in my ear. "Once you go to the auction all the rules change."