Part Four
Emma cringed against the brightness flooding her senses as the cell lights turned on. Blinking past the pain searing her eyes, she realized she was alone in the bed and panic allowed her to push past the discomfort of being woken up in such a manner.
It didn't take her long to find Killian. Stripped naked and strapped to a chair that had not been there when they'd gone to sleep, he had some sort of collar around his neck with metal bands securing his wrists to the armrests and ankles to the legs. Emma bolted upright and scrambled towards the end of the bed, only for the voice she had come to loathe with every fiber of her being to crackle over the speakers.
"Ah, ah, Emma," it admonished. "Pan says, stay on the bed."
Ignoring his command, Emma's feet touched the floor, but she didn't get any further than that when Killian's features distorted. His hands gripped the end of the armrest and his toes curled up as the cords in his neck tightened in pain.
"Stop! Stop it!" she shouted, scooting back onto the bed in the hopes her compliance might end Killian's suffering. The buzz of electricity she hadn't noted before when his torment began suddenly stopped, and Killian's muscles relaxed as a pained groan emanated from deep within his chest. Anger and fear rose within her as she realized what the demented little imp had fitted Killian with: a shock collar.
"Be an obedient girl or there will be more volts sent through his body," Pan stated. "A highly unpleasant experience, I assure you."
"Don't," Killian protested weakly. "Don't listen to him, Swan. I can… I can take it."
Before Emma could reply, Pan gave a fresh order, his words echoing through the room while appearing on the tv monitor overhead.
"Pan says, undress then lie back against the headboard."
That was simple enough, it wasn't as though either of them hadn't seen her naked more times than she could count already. Emma immediately did as she was told, shucking her garments then reclining against the headboard with her arms instinctively covering her chest and her legs stretched out, crossed at her ankles.
"Good," his taunting drawl praised, and Emma's heart began to race in dread filled anticipation of what he was about to demand of her. "Now," he began, his words scrolling over the screen before he uttered them, causing Emma's eyes to fall shut in mortification. "Pan says, open your legs and pleasure yourself while Killian watches."
"No!" Killian shouted, which prompted a quick response of another shock from the collar affixed around his neck. He was not to be deterred, however. "Don't do it, Swan. Don't let him use me against you like this, please!"
His features tightened involuntarily once more, his knuckles becoming white as his fingers clawed the armrest. The only way Emma knew to make it stop was to bend her legs at the knee and open them wide, exposing herself, not only to Killian, but to the camera from where Pan watched them. His torment stopped when her hand began to glide over her body, slipping between her thighs to the flesh not yet ready for her touch. Bringing her hand back up, she stuck her fingers into her mouth, wetting them thoroughly before running them through her folds and over her clit, willing thoughts and images to enter her mind that might help coax her arousal.
"Pan says watch, Killian."
His eyes were clamped shut, the muscle above his jaw ticking like mad. His skin glimmered from the sheen of sweat his pain had released, and the muscles in his chest twitched from the residual effects coursing through his nerve endings.
"Killian," Emma said, softly reminding him, "We agreed that neither of us would do anything we weren't willing to." Her fingers continued to slip through her folds, but she had to use her own saliva to moisten the area again. "Killian, please," she begged. "Look at me." He shook his head and she worried Pan would shock him again. "I want you to," she told him on a husky breath. "I want you to watch. I need you to watch so I can…"
His eyes fluttered open and his lips parted, sticking in the corners as a stuttered breath caught in his chest. The clench of his jaw and tight grip of his hands along the armrests were for an entirely different reason now, and despite the trauma the shocks might have had on him, Emma noticed his cock twitch as it began to come to life from where it had lay flaccid against his thigh.
Finally, arousal pooled at her entrance and she used it to lubricate her clit, a moan escaping her lips as the ache of need began to throb behind it. For long minutes the only noise permeating the room was the sound of her wetness squelching from the friction of her fingers against her sex, the moans and desperate breaths of the chase as she sought her climax, and the pants shuddering from Killian's chest as he continued to watch with narrowed, hooded eyes reflecting both hunger and guilt.
"Pan says, don't come, Emma. Keep yourself just on the edge."
A whimper fell from her in response to such a cruel command, but she backed off and slowed her rhythm, remaining just on the precipice of bliss.
"Pan says, tell me what you're thinking as you watch her, Killian."
Defiance flashed in his eyes and another zap pulled a sharp cry of pain from his lips.
"Tell me," Emma pleaded on a moaning breath. "Forget Pan. Tell me what you're thinking."
His tongue swiped over his lip before his teeth buried themselves in the tender flesh, his chest heaving and cock nearly upright, red and weeping. Their eyes met for a moment before his returned to where she was open and exposed to him, and he ran his tongue over his lips a second time.
"I want to bury my head between your thighs and drink up every ounce of your arousal glistening against that pretty pink pussy of yours," he said in a low, strained tone, the depth of his baritone sending a fresh wave of want straight to her core. "Gods, I want to taste you. I want to feel the weight of your breasts in my hands and roll your nipples between my teeth."
Cupping her breast, Emma pinched her nipple hard and groaned at the way the pleasure it gave her connected to her clit, still throbbing unbearably as she staved off her orgasm.
"Finger yourself some more, darling. I want to see you slip your fingers into that greedy cunt."
Fuck, did she love his filthy mouth.
"That's it, love," Killian praised when she filled herself with two fingers, thrusting and curling them in search of that spot just out of reach. "Show me how you like to be touched."
Emma lost herself in his encouragement and began pursuing her pleasure once more, vigorously running her fingers over her clit until she could feel the wave of ecstasy nearly at its breaking point.
"Emma," Pan warned, "Pan says, do not-"
"Come," Killian commanded, cutting off Pan's decree. "Fuck Pan and his rules. I want you to come for me, Emma. I want to see how glorious you are when you fall."
Not able to hold back any longer, Emma let the surge of her orgasm break over her, crying out as her back arched off the bed and her toes curled. Furiously, she coaxed out every last ounce of pleasure, with stars exploding behind her eyes and gruff praises ringing in her ears before Killian's words were cut off once more by the electric current dispensed to punish them both.
This time, when the current subsided and Killian's features relaxed, a chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Worth it," he groaned. A feral smile spread over his lips as he gazed at her with an unsated hunger in his blue depths, and predatory pants rose and fell within his chest while his cock bobbed against his stomach. "You're gorgeous like this," he murmured. "Skin flushed a rosy pink with your hair wild and that freshly fucked glow about you. I wish I'd been the one to do that to you."
"Who says you weren't?"
The cell door screeched open and Emma scrambled to cover herself as Pan's Lost Ones entered. One of them shocked Killian with their cattle prod whilst tapping something at the back of the chair. The metal bands sprang open and Pan's minion hoisted Killian to his feet, shocking him again when he tried to fight back.
"Stop!" Emma shouted, wrapping the blanket around her and rushing towards him, only to be halted by the second Lost One. "Let him go! Where are you taking him? Killian!"
Emma continued to scream out his name as the other Lost One dragged him from the room. When she attempted to go after him again, she was harshly admonished by the one that remained.
"You've already broken Pan's rules, don't make this any harder on yourselves."
"Get out of my way!" Emma shouted, pushing against the Lost One. "Killian! Killian!"
"Emma!" the Lost One roared, silencing her. "If you care about Killian at all, then please, heed my words and stay put until Pan instructs you otherwise!"
Something in the man's eyes, a look that seemed as if he almost… cared about Killian, convinced Emma to comply. Nodding her acknowledgement, she stepped back and stayed out of his way as he picked up the chair and left the room, the door quickly sliding shut behind him. Trembling, Emma got dressed, then sat down on the edge of the bed, her insides writhing with fear.
What was Pan going to do to him?
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The grinding screech of the cell door roused Emma from the turmoil of her imagination. She wasn't sure how long it had been since Pan's Lost Ones had taken Killian, but it felt like hours. When no one appeared in the doorway, Emma stood and took tentative steps until Pan's voice crackled from above.
"Pan says, follow the yellow line."
She'd noticed the lines on the floor before. The blue line led to the showers and the green one to the rooftop terrace where they had picnicked. In addition to those were red, purple, orange, and yellow lines, all whose destinations were still a mystery. Though it seemed, she was about to uncover the yellow line's secret.
Padding down the long, dimly lit corridor, Emma was struck by the size of the place. Killian had deduced the building to be about three stories high, given their elevation upon the terrace, but because of some of the screens and foliage, neither of them had been able to hazard a guess as to the overall width and length. Having never been very good at judging distances, Emma could not say for sure, but when she stopped at the sealed door the yellow line led her to, she would have guessed to have traveled about half a football field or so.
Unsure what to do now, Emma raised her hand to pound on the door, but it began to slide out of the way before she could. The jarring, artificial light streaming out from the room caused her to blanch and look away until her eyes could adjust. It took several moments and a few tight blinks before she managed to take in the room. Once she did, however, she rushed in with a gasp falling from her lips and her heart leaping into her throat.
"Killian!"
Still naked, and bound at the wrists, his arms were stretched overhead with the rope looped onto a hook embedded in the ceiling. His head had fallen forward, lolling with his chin practically touching his bare chest, while his feet barely had purchase with the floor.
"Killian!" Emma shouted, raising up her hand and tapping her palm firmly against his cheek. "Killian, can you hear me?"
Jerking awake, it took him a minute to register who she was, his eyes wide and fearful until comprehension took hold and then began to survey their surroundings.
"Swan? What-"
The appearance of something behind her cut off his words, and Emma spun around to see the Lost Ones advancing. One grabbed her arm and led her away from Killian while the other positioned himself at Killian's back.
"Let her go!" Killian struggled against his bindings, but his actions were halted when the Lost One grabbed a fistful of his hair and wrenched his head back.
"What are you doing? Let go of him!"
A pained cry reverberated up Killian's throat as the Lost One injected something into his neck before forcefully releasing him, causing his head to snap forward.
"What did you just-"
"Poison."
Pan's voice supplied the answer before Emma could even finish the question, making her blood run cold.
"W-What?"
"Poison," Pan repeated. "A delightful concoction that should take full effect in about twenty minutes, unless an antidote is administered."
Emma was near hyperventilating, and by the looks of the rise and fall of Killian's shoulders, so was he. Their fearful gazes connected, both of them waiting for Pan to reveal what it would take for them to earn the antidote.
"Pan says… on your knees for the captain, Emma. He thought having you come was worth my wrath, so I think it's only fair you return the favor. You have twenty minutes to suck him off before the poison's effects become irreversible and the antidote is useless."
Emma hadn't been aware of the Lost Ones leaving the room, but they were very much alone now. The doorway was sealed once more and a digital clock in the corner was rapidly counting down from twenty minutes with garish red numbers.
"Oh, God," Killian exhaled, his entire body trembling. "He fucking poisoned me! I'm… I-"
"Killian, look at me." Emma cupped his face and forced him to meet her gaze. "Forget the clock. Forget Pan. Focus on me, and breathe." Inhaling deeply through her nose, she coaxed him to mimic her as she blew the breath out. "That's it. Breathe."
As Killian continued to take shaky breaths with her, Emma let her hands slip from his face and trailed her fingers over his skin.
"That's it," she encouraged, her tone tuning husky and eyes hooded even as she forced her own terror deep down. "Forget everything else and focus on me."
Skimming her fingers through his chest hair, she flicked her gaze up at him beneath her lashes when a gasp fell from his lips at the feel of her nails raking over his nipples. The muscles in his abdomen, stretched taut from the way he was still suspended, jumped beneath her touch as she moved further down, and a groan rumbled through his chest when she reached the thick thatch of hair at his groin.
"Focus on my touch." She pressed her palm against his cock, cupping him in her hand while her fingertips toyed with his balls. Leaning in, she whispered against his neck, "Close your eyes and focus on how good I can make you feel, or…" she placed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, then sank down onto her knees, "keep your eyes open and watch as I take care of you."
When he looked down the length of his body towards her, another shuddering breath escaped his chest as she wet her lips and wrapped her fingers around his half-hard cock. His eyes flicked over to the corner where the clock continued to count down and Emma gave a hard tug to his member.
"Ah, ah," she admonished, his cock hardening even as a hiss fell from his lips. "Just you and me. You aren't allowed to focus on anything else."
"You didn't say Swan says," Killian quipped, his voice deep, yet strained as she continued to work him with her hand. "Although," he drawled, pushing his hips forward. "I believe the edict was for you to use your mouth for other purposes."
She could still see the fear in his eyes - and it matched the panic still coursing through her - but there was lust and need there, too. A burning desire, making his gaze almost as heated as the flesh Emma was stoking to life with each stroke of her hand.
"Fuck, Emma," Killian moaned when she flicked out her tongue and teased his slit before circling the head of his cock. His hips jerked at the feel of her hand sliding from the base of his shaft to between his legs so she could fondle him as her lips wrapped around his tip before fully taking him into her mouth.
Lifting her gaze, a bolt of lust shot down to her core at the look on Killian's face. Lips parted, eyes clamped shut, an exquisite expression of anticipatory pleasure was etched upon his features as his hair hung over his brows, which twitched and danced in time with his staccatoed breaths.
"Yes," he exhaled. "Fuck, yes. Just like that."
Emma hollowed out her cheeks and wrapped her hands around his ass, embedding her nails in the taut flesh which made his hips thrust forward again. Her movements were languid and thorough, exploring every inch of his length from the salty tip to the hard base where her nose would brush against his coarse hair. Wet, sloppy sounds echoed off the metal walls while grunts and pants reverberated through the room and down Emma's spine. Tempted as she was to check the clock in the corner, she did not want to risk taking Killian out of the moment. She needed him to focus on his pleasure, but she recognized they were running out of time.
Releasing him with a pop, she replaced her mouth with her hand, vigorously pumping him as she glanced up and sultrily asked, "Tell me how to please you. Tell me what you want."
"I-I want," he stuttered, groaning at the feel of her hand sliding over his saliva coated length before grazing her fingers along the ridge of his underside, where she then rimmed the puckered muscle of his ass. "Fuck! I wanna fuck your mouth," he growled. "I want to feel my cock pound the back of your throat again and again and ag-"
His words cut off when Emma swallowed him down, leaving her jaw slack and throat as relaxed as she could. He was tentative at first, clearly concerned for her comfort, but soon his thrusts became uninhibited and punishing, fucking her throat with adandon. Tears welled in her eyes and she found it difficult to breathe, but it was all worth it when his movements became erratic and a gutteral sound erupted from his throat before hot spurts of release began to fill her mouth.
She had the presence of mind to keep herself from swallowing, knowing Pan would require proof that his orgasm wasn't for show. Cheeks full and lips bruised, she slipped her mouth off Killian's cock, even as his body continued to convulse, then opened her mouth for the camera positioned just above the countdown clock.
"Good girl," Pan crooned, forcing a shudder to slither down her spine. "Now, Pan says, swallow."
She promptly obeyed, then opened her mouth wide a second time to prove her compliance. The door behind her slid open, and she scrambled to her feet, staying out of the Lost One's way as he administered a second injection. Without warning, the rope securing Killian to the ceiling was cut and he stumbled forward, falling into Emma's arms, nearly toppling them with his weight.
"The antidote is laced with a sedative, so you'll want to get him back to your room before it takes full effect," Pan told her.
Those effects seemed to be coming on quickly, as Killian was barely managing to hang on to consciousness as they made their way out of the room.
"Come on, Killian," Emma urged. "We have to keep moving."
"I don't think I…" Killian's speech was slurred, his eyes glassy, and his complexion pale. After a few more steps, Emma could no longer bear his weight. Before he could slump to the floor, one of the Lost Ones appeared - the one who had warned Emma to not incur Pan's wrath - and hoisted Killian over his shoulder. Gesturing for Emma to follow, he carried Killian all the way back to their cell and deposited him on the bed.
"Wait!" Emma called out when he turned to leave. "Who are you?" As much as she wanted to climb into bed and hold Killian, reassuring herself that he was going to be okay, she could not let an opportunity for answers pass her by. "Why do you seem to care about Killian? Do you know him? Do you know why Pan brought him, brought us, here?"
The Lost One stared down at her with his dark brown eyes, and though unfamiliar in hue, there was something familiar in the way he looked at her. Long moments passed until he finally spoke, his voice soft with an equally familiar timbre.
"There are only two reasons people find themselves here," he told her. "Because they have either crossed Pan, or because they are the punishment for those who did."
"Are you…" Emma wet her lips and swallowed her trepidation. "Are you saying, Killian and I, we're… someone's punishment? That Pan brought us here to-"
"Your presence is a torment for someone Pan wishes to punish. He shows no mercy to those who cross him. You'd do well to remember that."
Without giving her an opportunity to find her voice after that stunning revelation, the Lost One left the cell, the door grinding back into place as soon as he crossed the threshold. It took her several minutes to shake herself from the paralyzing shock and crawl into bed next to Killian. Comforted by the fact his breathing was even and steady, and his complexion had a bit more color than it had when they left the yellow line room, Emma wrapped him in her arms and let her mind race with speculation.
Had he been telling the truth? Had Pan brought them here, not because of anything they had done, but because it would serve as punishment for someone else? Someone else who had crossed Pan and was now paying the price? If so, then… who? Was that Lost One being tortured by Killian's presence in Pan's clutches? Who was he to him?
And whose misdeeds towards Pan had brought her here?