Ok, so sorry yet again for the delay. I'm just going to upload a new chapter of every one of my stories, because for some reason, I can't upload them from my dorm, which completely sucks, so I'm going to tell you now that it'll be a while for updates, but hopefully not that long where you all lose interest. (P.S. i'm putting this on all my other stories, so if you read more than one of mine, you'll already know this ;) )
So, what happens now that Elliot is undercover with Olivia? I DO NOT OWN LAW AND ORDER:SVU; DICK WOLF DOES (LUCKY BUM!)
Olivia tried not to smile, but looking in his eyes, especially when she had been denied that opportunity for the past two days, made her extremely happy. "Elliot" she whispered, wanting so desperately to reach out and touch him, just to make sure he was really there, in front of her.
The both knew they were going to have to do things they didn't want to, when they agreed to go undercover, but now that they knew they were going to have to do these things with, and to, each other, they were feeling sick to their stomachs.
Elliot pushed Olivia harder into the wall, before turning her around and pressing his body up against hers, so that his chest was firmly pressed against her back. He leaned foward, placing his lips near her ear, as his hands found their way to her hips. "I'm sorry" he whispered, running his hands down her body, stopping at the waist of her jeans. He quickly unbuttoned her jeans, before shoving his hand into them, running his hand down her legs, just like the men around him were doing. He was careful not to touch her as intimately as the other men were. He quickly took his hand out of her jeans, before shoving it under her shirt. "Liv, start to struggle a bit" he whispered, resting his head in the crook of his neck.
Olivia let out the breath she had been holding. She listened to what Elliot was telling her, and began to struggle under him. She knew she needed to make this look convincing, but it was just so fucking hard, considering she had fantasized for years how amazing it would feel for Elliot to touch her the way he was now. She tried to control her breathing, and tried like hell to keep from moaning, but the feeling of his hands on her bare skin was just too much.
Elliot took his hands out from under her shirt, and moved them to her ass, carefully cupping it. "Scream, and make a scene. The more you struggle, the more they'll pay attention."
Olivia began to struggle even more, squirming, trying to get away from Elliot. "Stay still Bitch!" Elliot screamed, trying to get back into his role. It was just as difficult, if not more, for Elliot to keep things professional between them at this moment. He had been in love with Olivia for years, and being this close to her, seeing her squirm underneath him, the feeling of her skin underneath his hands, made him him hard.
Olivia was pushed into the wall, as Elliot gripped her arms roughly. "Stop! Get off me! Leave me alone!" she screamed, trying to get loose. She screamed as loud as she could manage, hoping to gain the attention of Gordon and Parker.
"Louder" Elliot whispered, shoving his hand into her pants again.
Olivia shut her eyes tightly, letting out a small groan. "I said get off me" she yelled, turning around, and shoving Elliot away from her. She slapped him, hard, against the face, knowing that both men were looking at her now.
"You bitch!" Elliot yelled, rubbing his stinging cheek. He grabbed her and pulled her to the floor, before climbing on top of her. "I'm going to make you pay" he said, pushing up her shirt, watching as Gordon got up from the couch.
"Kent! Get off her" Parker said, getting off the couch and standing next to Gordon.
"Parker, this little whore just-"
"I said get the fuck off her" Parker said loudly, causing everyone to look at the two on the floor.
Elliot sighed, as he obeyed Parker, knowing he had just helped Olivia out. He stood up, and stood by Gordon, watching as Parker bent down to Olivia. He pulled her up, and studied her body, his eyes running over every piece of skin, both visible and non-visible. "What's your name?" Gordon asked, grabbing her face, forcing her to look him in the eye.
Olivia knew she had to be fiesty, so she did the first thing she could think of, she spit in his face. "Well, someone needs to be taught a lesson." Gordon slapped Olivia across the face, before punching her in the stomach.
She bent over and clutched her stomach, looking at Elliot, who was angry that he was forced to watch someone beat his Olivia, while he did nothing. "Now, you're going to answer when we ask you a question. What is your name?"
Elliot caught Olivia's eyes with his own. He saw the tears that were threatening to fall, and felt the worst he had ever felt in his entire life. He wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of Gordon, and run to Olivia's side and wrap his arms around her, telling her she was safe. He wanted to promise her that nothing would hurt her, but he knew that if they were both doing this opperation, there was no way he would be able to promise that, and keep it.
"My name, is Anya Kozlov" Olivia responded, in a perfect Russian accent. She swore she saw Elliot's eyes widened, surprised at her talent of switching her voice.
"Ah, a Russian." Gordon turned to both Elliot and Parker. "I like this one" he said with a smile.
Parker nodded, as well as Elliot. "Drew, Tony, Princeton, Karusso, take the girls down to their rooms. Kent, show our newest, entertainer, around."
Elliot nodded. He pushed Olivia out of the room, winked at Parker and Gordon, who both shared a laugh, and followed her outside. Once he was sure they were both out of earshot, he pulled her close. "I'm so sorry Liv, I-"
"El, we both knew there were risks when we agreed to do this. I'm fine" she whispered.
Elliot wanted to talk to her about everything, but he knew someone was bound to see them. He needed to find somewhere, where they would be free to talk without wandering eyes. "Come on" he said, grabbing her arm, pulling her into a closet. He quickly shut the door and sighed, turning the light on.
"Why are you doing this Liv?" he asked, pulling her close. He didn't want her doing this, he wanted her safe, and he knew that if she was here, she was nowhere near safe.
"Elliot, I'm doing it for the same reason you are."
Elliot looked up at Olivia and sighed. "Liv" he whispered, running his fingers gently over the cheek Gordon had slapped. "Cragen gave me the papers. I can't believe Kathy slapped you."
Olivia smiled. "Nothing I can't handle" she replied, placing her hand on top of his.
"God, I wish I could have seen you beat the crap out of her."
Olivia chuckled, but soon stopped, feeling the pain in her abdomen. "Gordon has quite a punch" she said, lifting her shirt to see the faint bruise already starting to form.
Elliot gently grazed her stomach, anger flashing in his eyes. Olivia, seeing Elliot get angry, thought it would be best to change the subject. She didn't want to risk either of them being made as cops. "So, I know about Parker and Gordon. Who are the other four?"
"Drew and Tony Cambell, the two that drove you guys here, are brothers. Born and raised in California, but came to the East Coast looking for some fun. Tony is the one with the short brown hair and cleft chin. Drew is the one with the shaggy black hair and beard. Tony Princeton, the guy with the green eyes, and the gotee, is from Brooklyn, and Karusso Taylor, the blonde one, is from Staten Island." Elliot looked at Olivia and knew what she wanted to know. "I'm Lucas Kent, born and raised in Queens."
Olivia smiled. "So, what did Gordon mean by me being the 'newest entertainer'?"
Elliot tried to avoid her eyes. "Well, you're probably not going to have to have sex with multiple men like most of the women are forced to do, but you might have to, uh, entertain a few of them. Most often than not, Gordon and Parker end up getting their 'entertainers' to dance for their guests, in exchange for not drugging them up. Just don't piss them off too much, and you should be good, for now."
Olivia nodded. "So, you're a single-" Before Olivia could finish the two heard footsteps coming their way, along with the recognizable voices of Parker and Gordon.
"Shit!" Elliot turned to face Olivia, an apologetic look in his eys. "Liv, do you trust me?"
Confused, she nodded. "Elliot, you're my best friend, of course I do."
"Good, because they're looking for us, and unless you want your cover to be blown, you need do so exactly what I say."
He grabbed her wrists and pushed her to the wall, pinning her arms above her head. "Elliot, what, what are you doing?" Had this not been Elliot, she would have been scared shitless, but she knew Elliot wouldn't hurt her, and if it was necessary to survive there, she was willing to do anything.
"Lucas Kent" he said, placing a kiss on her neck, sucking on her pulse point. "Is a sex crazed hot head. He'll do anything to get a hot piece of ass." He pulled away from Olivia and stared her in the eye. "I'm sorry, for what I'm about to do, and what I'll have to do in the future."
He crashed his lips onto Olivia's, hard, and thrust his tongue into her mouth, before she could really register what was happening. When she finally realized what he was doing, she tried her best to sound like a scared, angry woman who was being violated, but it too damn difficult, especially when Elliot continuially let out small groans, moaning her name, her Russian name, over and over.
She blushed when she let a moan escape, knowing she wasn't supposed to be enjoying it. She was supposed to be struggling, making it look like she didn't want this, even though she knew she wanted it, hell, she fucking needed it.
Elliot gathered both of her wrists in his right hand, while his left made its way to her face. He gripped her face, and Olivia winced at the amount of strength he was using on her. She tried to pull away from him, but he only tightened his grip on her face, pulling her closer.
Olivia's focus shifted to the door, when she heard it open. "That's Kent for you, always first to welcome the ladies." Parker said with a smirk, folding his arms over his chest.
Elliot pulled away from Olivia, his breath ragid. "I'm busy here" Elliot said over his shoulder, hoping to get them out of the closet so he could end what he was doing to Olivia. "I'm about to show, Anya, here, what happens when she tries to make me look like an ass." He tightened his grip on her face, and Olivia didn't know whether she should have been scared, or turned on.
She tried to scream, but a small groan was the only thing that escaped her lips. "As much as I'd like to see you punish her, we can't allow you to do that." Gordon pulled Elliot off of Olivia, before yanking her out of the closet. "This little Russian is going to be one of our biggest investments, and I don't need you and your, ego, damaging her."
Olivia quickly glanced at Elliot, smiling when she saw the large bulge in his pants. "What do you expect me to do, now that she's, uh, made an impact on me?"
Parker looked down and noticed Elliot's erection. "I suggest you go and take care of that yourself, because no one here is to touch her. Am I understood?" Both Elliot and Gordon nodded, before Elliot let out a small sigh. "Good, now Gordon take her to her room. She has to be ready for tomorrow night."
Gordon sighed. He had been attracted to her since she came into the house, and now that he wasn't allowed to touch her, he knew he was going to go insane. He grabbed her by the arm, letting out some of his sexual frustration when he pulled her, roughly, up the stairs. "Wait til tomorrow" he groaned in her ear, stopping in front of a door at the end of the hall.
Olivia, confused, only blinked. She needed to get over the fear that she had had since she stepped onto that boat, and she needed to get over it fast. "What's tomorrow?" she asked, using her accent for the first time since Gordon had punched her in the living room.
"You'll just have to wait and see" he said, pushing her into the room, before slamming the door close and locking it.
Olivia stared at the door, hoping Elliot would run up and save her from the hell she was sure to endure. When she realized he wasn't going to risk getting caught, she walked over to the bed, and took a seat on the edge of it. The room had very few in it. A bed, a dresser, and a small nightstand.
She lifted her feet onto the bed, bringing her knees close to her chest, before wrapping her arms around her legs, keeping her body compact. "What the hell have I gotten myself into" she whispered to herself, before dropping her head to her knees. She knew this was only the beginning, and that thought alone terrified her.
She grabbed the small blanket off of the bed, and wrapped it around her body, and for the first time in her life, she cried herself to sleep, hoping, praying, that Elliot would be there for her when she needed him the most.
Ooooook. So, sorry again it's taking me a while with this story. I'm honestly just going with the flow here.
So, what happens the next day, and what does Olivia have to do, that causes Elliot to finally say the one thing she's wanted to hear her whole life. And, how much can Olivia take, before she begins to question her sanity?
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