Chpt. 22 CPOV:
"Anything else we need to know?" Ana asks.
"There is one room in the cottage that is not recorded; if you need to talk that area is going to be your best place to do so," Taylor answers.
"Where?" I grit out much harsher than I mean to but Taylor's relaying of the audio from Hyde about Ana has me too angry right now.
"The bathroom," he says. "There's no visual or audio recording in there. If you need…a break, that's where I recommend you go. If you need to talk, turn the shower on. I tested with the devices earlier today; with the shower on the audio recordings don't pick up any voices as the water drowns out the sound. If you want, as an extra precaution, bring the radio into the bathroom and make an excuse about….using the music while you're in there."
"At least there's some place we don't have to act in," Ana sighs.
"Less than 48 hours from now, this will all be over," Taylor reminds us. "The bureau is beyond pleased that you two have gotten this far. The possibility of you bringing one of the girls out of here has the bureau thinking this could be the break we've needed. They're hoping she would be able to provide the details that none of us have been able to figure out since we've been there. Where they hold the girls, how long they're held for, how they're taken, etc…"
"Let's hope she isn't too traumatized to help them," I point out.
"The bureau has some big doctor on call ready to meet with her as soon as she's medically clear," he explains. "Some guy named Flynn will be waiting at the hospital for her when she's brought in."
"Thank goodness," Ana says.
I know she's picturing Kate when we talk about the girl being rescued and I can only hope that we're able to find Kate and manage to buy her during the auction. I can't imagine how Ana will feel if she isn't part of the auction or worse that someone buys her before I can.
"I need to get back," Taylor reaches into the bag he brought and puts several very small devices on the table.
"What are those?" I ask.
"GPS tracking and recording devices," Ana says.
"Correct," Taylor replies. "Given what Hyde said, I would recommend putting the GPS trackers on Ana. Multiple places…just in case. Shoes, hair, an earring would be your best bet; avoid the clothing as it could be removed-"
"They won't get a chance-"
"Better safe than sorry," Ana puts her hand over mine trying to reassure me.
"The others are audio and visual recording devices," he explains. "I don't know if we'll be able to get anything from the audio, depending on the noise level, but at least we should have visual evidence of the auction."
"Won't that be enough?" I ask. "Can't the FBI just barge in here once they see that the girls are being sold?"
"By itself it won't be enough," he explains. "They could make the argument that the girls are willingly participating in the auction or that it's not an actual ownership arrangement in the true sense. That the ownership is only in the BDSM sense and not in reality. Who knows what lies they could spin. This doctor said we need to be concerned that some of the girls may have Stolkholm Syndrome and believe that they actually agreed to this."
"This is a fucking mess," I mumble.
"So they're hoping that the girl that Christian…buys, will be able to tell them what's really going on?" Ana asks.
"Yes. In a perfect world the audio or visual recordings from the auction will show that the girls are being held against their wills and do not obviously agree to being sold. That combined with the girl's testimony of what really is going on, would be enough to issue arrest warrants."
"In a perfect world?" Ana asks.
"The concern is that the girls could be being drugged so it may not be so obvious."
"What do you need from us when we're in there?" I ask.
"Walk around," Taylor says. "I know that sounds like you're not doing anything, but with the recording devices the bureau would like to be able to see as many girls as possible. Not only to determine if they look as if they're willingly there but to possibly identify them. If we can determine if any of the girls at the auction are the ones who have been reported missing that will go a long way to help the case as well. Beyond that, bid and win on one of the girls in the auction. Afterwards, I'm assuming you would bring her back to the cottage…until you leave."
"Wonderful," I sigh.
"Anything else Taylor?" Ana asks.
"I don't think so," he looks at both of us. "I wish I could say that if you need something to call me, but I don't know what my responsibilities will be when this thing kicks off tomorrow. Reach out to the office, complain about something IT related if you really need to get a hold of me and I'll see what I can do."
"We'll be fine," I say firmly.
"Thank you Taylor for giving us the heads up," Ana adds.
"Best of luck to both of you tomorrow," he nods before seeing himself out.
I grab the bottle of bourbon from the cabinet and pour us each a glass before sitting back down at the table next to Ana. This whole thing is a fucking mess and I'm not looking forward to what's about to come. By the look on her face, neither is Ana. I'm still trying to process everything Taylor said; fuck…Hyde wants Ana, 24/7 TPE arrangement until we leave, GPS tracking devices-
"You okay?" Ana asks.
"No," I admit.
"Yeah, me either."
"I hate this."
"Me too."
Neither of us say a word, we both drink two glasses of the bourbon before heading to bed. As much as I want to say something, there doesn't seem to be anything really to say. I can tell her she doesn't need to do this; that we can leave right now if that's what she wants and head home. But, I know she doesn't want that. As much as she doesn't want to go to the auction tomorrow night, there's no way she'll leave without finding out if Kate is there. And hell would have to fucking freeze over before I would leave her here no matter how much I don't want to go in there tomorrow.
Ana somehow manages to fall asleep long before I do; I have no idea how she cleared her head enough to do so but I'm glad she's sleeping because the next day and a half is going to be the toughest yet. We're going to be losing the only safe area we've had since we've been here. This room has become the one spot where we could drop the act we have to put on out there; it's become especially important since we graduated to the third level and were forced to pretend that we were in a 24/7 TPE arrangement. As if Ana could sense my unease, she sighs and snuggles into me further wrapping her arm around my waist. Her head rests on my shoulder and her bare leg is entangled with mine. All I can think about is that I hope when this is all we can lie in my bed doing this very thing every night.
At some point I must have finally fallen asleep, because the next thing I know I'm having the most erotic dream. I'm at home, lying in my bed with Ana who is lying next to me naked. Her hand runs up and down my chest, slowly each time slipping lower and lower until it slides under the blanket that was across our legs. I groan as she teases me, touching me everywhere but the place I want her to the most. I'm hard as granite, yet she hasn't even touched me yet. When she starts kissing my chest, sucking and nibbling on it, I moan her name, begging her without words to do something. I nearly sigh in relief when she leans over me and starts moving further beneath the sheet. The moment her lips touch my dick I nearly come, desperate for the relief that only Ana can bring. My hands seek out Ana, needing to touch her, to feel her. My hand is on her head, my fingers wrapped in her hair, not pushing her, not guiding her but simply touching her. She takes full control and I let her have it, loving the way that right now she knows what she wants. I feel her other hand slide down my leg, disappearing but when she moans around my dick I know exactly where her hand ended up. Her movements become far less coordinated as she becomes torn between her own needs and mine. She's moaning and panting against my throbbing dick; I thrust into her mouth hitting the back her throat and call out her name just before I empty myself into her. Ana's increasing moans pull me from my post orgasm daze, forcing me to focus on her. I reach down and pull her tense body onto mine; she's so close I know it wouldn't take much to make her come right now.
"Please Christian," she whispers, her soft breath against my neck.
I wake with a start, the feeling of her weight on my chest instantly pulling me from the amazing dream. It's only when Ana moans and rocks her body against mine do I realize that I wasn't entirely dreaming; that realization has my dick hardening and ready to go all over again.
"I was dreaming," I thrust up letting my dick rub against her clit. "We were in bed, at home…."
"Make love to me Christian," she begs. "Please…one last time…."
"Ana, look at me," I say firmly and wait until her eyes focus on me. "This will not be the last time I make love to you-"
"I—"
"When we leave here, we're going to go home and I'm going to make love to you on every surface of my house, in every room, hell I'm even going to make love to you on my balcony at night when none of the neighbors can see you-"
"Yessssssssss"
"I'm never going to let you go," with an arm around her hips I thrust up just as I push her down, letting me slip into her warm center. We both groan the moment our hips meet. "This will not be the last time we make love."
"I….I need to forget for a little while," she whispers. "Make me forget Christian, please."
"Baby…."
She lowers her head onto my shoulder and kisses my neck; I slowly roll us over so I'm on top of her, never breaking out connection. I slowly move within her, loving how her body grips me tighter each time I try to pull out. Tonight is different; there's no rush, no hurry and the orgasms take much longer to build but when they do we come together, both of us watching each other as if neither of us can look away. When I roll us back so that Ana is lying on top of me, neither of us say a word. She simply lays her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight against me.
We both nap the rest of the night, in between rounds of making love; I have no idea how many times either of us came or how much sleep we actually got. All I do know is that despite everything, I loved every minute of it. I loved that we were both able to help each other; Ana wasn't the only one who needed to forget about what's about to happen. Focusing on Ana and her needs, kept me from focusing on what was going to happen at the auction.
"Hmmm," Ana groans slowly sitting up.
"Sore?" I ask.
"Yes," she blushes in admission.
"I won't apologize for that," I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against me.
"I wouldn't want you to."
She lays her head on my shoulder and we sit like that for several minutes before heading into the shower. Neither of us say anything, instead we take turns washing the evidence of the incredibly long night from our bodies. When we're finished, I wrap a towel around Ana's beautiful body before getting myself dressed. I step back into the main room and pick an outfit for Ana to wear; thanks to Taylor's warning I have a heads up of what to expect at least for a portion of the day. I choose a simply baby doll style outfit for Ana; it's completely see through and has these little rings on it that surround her beautiful pink nipples. It's definitely not as revealing as the outfits Ana has worn in our recent trips to the play areas, but is more revealing than the ones when we first arrived so I'm confident it fits in with what would be expected of us at this level. Ana is in the bathroom finishing dressing when there's a knock on the door.
"Elena, what a surprise," I lie when I see her at the door. Again thanks to Taylor's heads up we were expecting her to show up this morning. "Please come in."
"Thank you," she nods and looks around the room as she walks in. The bed is still a mess from our hours of love making last night. I lead Elena over to the small table just as Ana walks out of the bathroom, thankfully with her collar reattached. She takes her place on the floor next to my chair; my hand immediately falls to her head needing to touch her in some way.
"How can I help you this morning Elena?"
"We need to move you-"
"Oh? Is something wrong with the room?"
"No, of course not," she glances around the room again. "We move anyone participating in our auction to our cottages. This provides a more private setting for you when you bring your slave back to your room tonight. The room is better equipped than this one is, especially if you end up with a slave who needs a little more…discipline."
"I see," I pretend to think about what she's said. "I suppose that makes sense."
"You don't need to worry," she assures me quickly. "We have…tools that we'll give you to help you manage your slave the first few days if you end up with someone who is…how shall I put it…someone who requires a little more training at first."
"Tools?"
"We have two different injections that you'll be provided with," she explains. "Both have proven to be very effective in managing some of the more difficult girls in between auctions or when we transport them."
"What about long term effects? I don't need someone who is so strung out that she can't perform."
"No, it's nothing like that. The one is more of a strong muscle relaxant, it's short term but prevents the slave from moving herself," I feel Ana tense at Elena's description.
"And the other?"
"The other lasts longer, but leaves the slave able to move on her own. The drug essentially creates a gap in her cognitive processing. Basically, if she tries to react to something, it will be significantly delayed."
"I see…"
"Most girls hate the first one the most to be honest," she explains. "But with both drugs, they're fully aware of what's going on around them and what's being done to them. Because of that, they'll give you a great advantage during the initial training period."
"They've…You've given them these drugs already?"
"Oh yes," she laughs. "All of the girls receive them initially; it helps us train them to ensure they're ready for the auction. Usually by the time the auction rolls around they're trained and fear the drug so they do as they're told. A couple of the girls take a little longer to learn or need more time then we have before the auction. There's a couple in the auction tonight that…just take a little longer to break. We'll give you enough to use while you're here and a couple to use to get you back to New York."
"I'm not sure I'll need it-"
"You might not," she shrugs. "But it might help you keep her settled in the car until you're able to get her more securely restrained at home. I assume you have an area at home to secure her?"
"Of course," I lie. "I have a cage set up and waiting for her."
"Wonderful," she claps her hands. "Now, I need to get going. Someone will be coming by within the next half an hour to take you to the cottage. A cart will be by the cottage to pick you up and take you to the auction site around four this afternoon."
"Understood."
"Oh, and Mr. Thompson?" she says just before we're at the door. "I'm looking forward to seeing which slave you choose tonight. I was able to see them this morning; I think there's at least a couple that you're going to be interested in."
"Thank you, I look forward to seeing what's available," I have to force myself to say the words.
I close the door behind her, ensuring that it's locked before I extend my hand to Ana to help her from the floor. From the look in her eyes I can tell she's as stunned as I am about what Elena just said. Taylor had said that it was likely that the girls were being drugged, but to hear her talk so carefree about using the drugs on the girls against their wills just took it to an entirely different level. I knew it wouldn't be easy once I "bought" one of the girls, but now I'm truly starting to worry. With the cottage being recorded, I'm worried that I won't have the chance to explain to the girl that I'm not actually buying her. That I'm trying to help her, not hurt her.
"We should pack up before…" Ana points out.
We gather the bags and belongings that we have here, finishing just before there is another knock on our door. A male staff member that we haven't seen before is there to take us to the cottage. He loads are bags onto the golf cart as I lead Ana out of the building by the leash. I wish we had more time; I wanted to say so much more to her before we left. I wanted to reassure her that everything was going to be okay, that we would get through this, that she would be safe and that I love her. Unfortunately I had no time to tell her any of that.
"Here we are sir," the driver stops outside of what in any other situation one might mistake for a small hunting cabin. He drops our bags on the small wooden porch before taking off.
I don't say anything to Ana, remembering that the entire cabin it being recorded, likely including this porch since Taylor didn't include it in the areas that we could talk. I open the door and lead Ana into the large room; we both stop in our tracks taking in everything. Like the other room, this room is dominated by a large bed with a cage built under it. There is a small table with one chair and a door which I assume leads to the bathroom. On every surface there are restraints, but the most surprising thing is the small closet that is obviously built to hold someone. A small door is split in two, giving the option of only closing off part of the person from the rest of the room. I cringe at the idea of Ana being placed in something like that.
Kate's POV (Possible Trigger Warning)
"Time to get ready," he grabs my hair pulling my head back hard so I can look at him. "Hmmm…still so much fight in you. I don't usually go for girls with so much fight still in them, but maybe I need to reconsider that."
I can't help the shudder that goes through my body. Tonight is my only chance; tonight is the auction. I'm not stupid, I know what's going to happen. Some dom is going to pay a shit load of money to own me. But that means he's going to have to take me out of his hellhole somehow. Leaving this fucking place means I might have a chance to escape. If we're in a car, I'll throw myself from it; I don't care if we're going 100 miles an hour down the highway, I'll open the door and jump out. If he takes me on a plane, there has to be other people around. I just need to find a way to communicate with someone. Someone will be able to see that I don't want to go with him; certainly someone would find a way to get me help. But to do any of that I need to get the hell out of here; he can't be the one who buys me tonight.
"I love the fight in your eyes," his nose is pressed against mine and I can smell the liquor on his breath making me want to gag. "Too bad it won't be there much longer."
The pinch comes unexpectedly even though it shouldn't; it surprises me because this time I didn't see the needle in his hand first. The burning quickly spreads through my body, within seconds I'm hanging from the chains, no longer able to hold up my own weight.
"She's ready," he calls out and the other guy comes into the room just as he steps away.
The cold water hits me hard, but I can't move to get away from it. I can't move at all; all I can do is whimper as they move the hose around to ensure that I'm completely soaked. Soap comes in the form of a rough cloth, scratching my already sore body as they quickly wash me. My hair is next; they pay no attention to the soap and water running down my face and into my mouth. Just when I think I'm going to pass out from not being able to breathe, they turn off the water. I'd like to say I'm relieved when they dry me off, but I'm not. The towel is scratchy as all hell, but beyond that it means their hands are on me. Both of them are drying me off, touching and grabbing me whenever they feel like it.
"Get her dressed, we don't have much time," he says to the other guy. "I'll see you tonight; who knows maybe we'll be seeing even more of each other soon."
I'm dragged over to the hard bench before he leaves; this other guy pays me no attention. He doesn't give a shit that I obviously don't want to be here or that I've been kidnapped. The guy makes no eye contact with me, instead he squeezes my body parts into ridiculously tight clothing. Tonight is different than when I've been dressed and let out of this room before.
"I need help in here," he calls out and another guy comes into the room.
The first guy straddles the bench just as the other guy pulls me up so I'm leaning on the other guy. Between the two of them they somehow put on what feels like a leather corset but one without a spot for my boobs. It's so tight I can barely breathe; it's actually impossible to take deep breaths in this thing.
"Thanks, I've got it from here," he says and the other guy leaves without a word.
I'm laid back down on the bench; he grabs my boobs, moving them around, pinching my nipples painfully until I groan which is about the only sound I can make. He leans over and picks up some leather band that I've never seen before; I immediately panic not knowing what he's going to do with it. But within seconds I find out; he wraps the band tightly around my breast, so much so that it feels like the circulation is actually being cut off from it. The tears that I've tried so hard to hold back are now freely flowing as he moves over to my other breast.
I try to think of anything else; I remember vacations with my parents when I was little, college parties with Ana, my first job…anything except where I am right now. My breasts are pulled together and when I look down I see that the bastard has actually tied them together with another leather band.
"Just a little something to make sure you cooperate tonight," is the only warning I get before I feel a pinch in my thigh.
I fucking hate this one…..
The next thing I know I'm floating above myself, looking down at the body that is lying on the bench. I look bizarre and in obvious discomfort; how the hell could anyone find this look sexy. My boobs are bright red from the lack of blood flowing to them. I watch as he straps a ball gag into my mouth, stretching my jaw far too wide. Next he pulls on high leather boots, that zipper up the side. They're connected to the corset by what looks like leather garters. My arms have leather wraps placed over them before he sits me up; this is when I realize the first drug must be wearing off because I actually can hold myself up. My arms are strapped behind my back; I try to force them apart before he locks them into place but of course I'm too late.
He attaches a large black leather collar around my neck before yanking me by a leash until I fall from the bench. He rolls his eyes, mumbling under his breath before he lifts me from the cold, hard floor. It takes several tries before I'm steady on my feet again. But eventually, I'm able to follow him from the room. I don't know how to feel; I'm scared out of my fucking mind about what's going to come, but I also know this is the only chance I have to get away from this fucked up life.
I'm lead into a large room, one I haven't been in before. Unlike the other times when they've taken me from the room, I'm not blindfolded so I can see everything going on around me. I don't know if that's a good thing though; maybe it would be better if I couldn't see everyone staring at me like I'm a piece of meat. I'm lead to a small raised stage in the middle of the nearly empty room. My hands are freed, but the relief is only temporary; my wrists are bound together and attached so some bar or something above my head. I'm raised up until I have to stand on my toes; my ankles are then strapped to the floor.
Then, he's gone and I'm left alone. I glance around and see that I'm not the only one standing on one of these platforms. In fact, there seems to be at least a dozen other girls here with me. Everyone has a number below their feet, but I can't see my number; again I don't know if that's a good thing or not. Some of the girls actually look excited to be here, some look more drugged than I feel and others just stand there with an empty look in their eye. I wonder if that's what I look like.
"Ladies and Gentleman, welcome," his voice comes over the speakers sometime later. I don't know how much time has passed but I know that if there was any slack in the restraints I'd be barely standing because my muscles already ache from standing stretched out like this. As I look up I realize the room is slowly filing with people and I feel the panic come to the surface. This is really happening; I'm going to be bought and sold as if I was a piece of furniture. Someone is going to buy me and think that they can do whatever they want to me because they paid some obscene amount of money for me. My body visibly shakes at the thought which tells me the drug they gave me earlier is wearing off. Is that a good thing?
"Our auction will begin in roughly an hour," he continues. "In the meantime feel free to browse tonight's merchandise. As a reminder, you are not able to test drive any of the slaves tonight. You may touch them, but penetration of any kind is not permitted. We want that honor to go to the highest bidder tonight."
His laugh goes right through me. Oh fuck, I think I'm going to puke. Hell I probably would have already if they had given me anything other than a little water to drink in the last couple of days.
People are walking around, stopping to look at me, to talk about me as if I'm not even here. I try not to look at them, but if I look anywhere else I see the same thing happening all around me. I try to close my eyes, but that just makes it worse. I can hear more with my eyes closed; I can hear them clearly talking about me and the other girls. I can hear them talk about what they want to do to us if they win.
"Mr. Thompson," I knew she would be here.
"Elena," a man says.
They're close by, right in front of me I think but I don't want to open my eyes. I don't want to see them. I don't want to see her.
"Well….this is a surprise," she says.
"She needs to know what can happen to her if she doesn't please me," he says.
"I'm surprised Jack let her in; he has a firm no slave policy when it comes to the auctions."
This man brought another slave in here? What the hell? Why is he here if he already has a slave? Oh FUCK…that means….
"She needs to see," he says firmly. "We're leaving tomorrow and I don't want to risk her sliding back into old habits. She needs to see what happens if she doesn't please me to ensure that she continues on the path she's currently on. Isn't that right?'
"Yes sir," the moment I hear her voice my eyes pop open.
ANA!