Chapter 2
Chapter
Two
GRAY
“Got to admit, I really didn’t expect this whole ‘live your darkest fantasy’ deal to be quite so real,” Erik remarks as I scoop up the soaked, scraped up woman who, for all intents and purposes, is unconscious at my feet.
She’s a deadweight, and although we were promised only the best for the significant amount we’d paid to the company organizing this ultimate fantasy fulfilment, I certainly never expected it to be this realistic.
If I didn’t know it was all a set-up, though undoubtedly a fantastically orchestrated one, I’d believe this young woman really was out cold. She’s certainly one hell of an actress.
I hoist her over my shoulder, her limp body draped across me. Her damp hair tickles my back, and I can feel the chill radiating from her skin from being in the water.
"Well, they did promise the ultimate experience," I reply with a smirk. "Looks like they delivered."
As we make our way back to the cabin, I can't help but marvel at the attention to detail.
The woman's ragged breathing, the slight tremor in her limbs - it all feels so authentic.
A twinge of unease flickers through me, but I push it aside.
This is exactly what we paid for, after all.
Right down to what they told us to expect.
The cabin looms ahead, a dark silhouette against the dusky twilight sky. Erik fumbles with the key, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation or nerves - I'm not sure which.
"You sure about this?" he mutters as he swings the heavy wooden door open.
I adjust my grip on the woman, feeling the soft swell of her breasts against my shoulder. "Too late to back out now," I growl, stepping over the threshold into the dimly lit interior.
The clean, polished scent of old wood overlays something darker - something primal - fills my nostrils as we enter.
Floorboards creak beneath our feet as I make my way to the bedroom, the woman's limp form still draped over my shoulder. I’m low-key starting to worry about the chill of her skin her shallow, ragged breaths.
"Where shall I put her? She’s soaking wet,” I ask, my voice sounding rougher than I intend.
Erik gestures to the extra-large bed dominating the room. “I’ll grab a towel to lay her on. Then we can get started."
He hurries off to the bathroom, and once he returns, I lay her down carefully, taking in her vulnerable form.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and a sheen of moisture glistens on her damp, tanned skin.
For a moment, I'm struck by how young she looks with her wet hair bedraggled around her face where it’s come loose from her ponytail - barely more than a girl, really.
Another flicker of doubt passes through me, but I push it aside.
This is what we came for, and it’s not like we didn’t think long and hard about what we’re doing.
Erik approaches, a coil of rope in his hands. "Should we tie her up now or wait until she 'wakes up'?" he asks, making air quotes.
Pushing aside the moment of awkwardness, I consider for a moment, my eyes roving over her body. "Now," I decide. "I want her completely at our mercy when she comes to."
As we begin to secure her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, I notice her eyelids fluttering. A soft whimper escapes her lips, and her body tenses slightly. The realism is incredible - I can even see goosebumps rising on her pale skin.
"Looks like sleeping beauty's about to wake up," Erik mutters, tightening the final knot.
I nod, a heady mix of anticipation and unease churning in my gut. "Remember," I say, my voice low. "We stick to the script. No matter how real it seems."
Erik grunts in agreement, his eyes fixed on the woman's face. Her breathing has quickened, and I can see rapid movement behind her closed eyelids. Any moment now...
And there it is. Her eyes fly open and for a split second, there's nothing but confusion in her gaze. Then fear floods in, raw and primal. She jerks against her restraints, a strangled cry tearing from her throat.
"Wh-where am I? Who are you?" she gasps, her voice trembling. Her eyes dart wildly between Erik and me, then to the ropes binding her limbs. "Please, please, let me go!" she begs, her voice rising in panic. She thrashes against the ropes, but they hold firm.
I exchange a glance with my friend and accomplice. The terror in her eyes, the tremor in her voice - it all seems so genuine. For a moment, I'm tempted to call the whole thing off.
But no, this is what we paid for. This level of authenticity is exactly why we chose this company. Because they promised a wholly realistic experience.
"Shh, shh," I murmur, reaching out to stroke her cheek. She flinches away from my touch, her eyes wide with fear. "No one's going to hurt you... much. Certainly no more than you want us to.”
A choked sob escapes her lips at my words.
Erik moves closer, his eyes dark with desire. "You're ours now, sweetheart," he growls. "And we're going to have some fun."
Her struggles intensify, and I can see angry red marks forming where the ropes dig into her delicate skin. "Please," she whimpers, "I don't understand. I don't want this. Let me go!"
I lean in close, drinking in her fear, her vulnerability. "Oh, but you do want this," I whisper, my breath hot against her ear. "Deep down, this is exactly what you've been craving. We both know that.”
This is her fantasy too, after all. This woman has been chosen carefully, her own dark, perverted needs perfectly aligning with our own after an extremely rigorous screening process, complete with the services of a top psychologist and expert evaluation to ensure none of us are going to be freaked out by what occurs in these next few days.
She shakes her head frantically, tears spilling down her cheeks. "No, no, you're wrong. I don't know you. Please, just let me go!"
Erik chuckles darkly, running a hand up her trembling thigh. "Oh, we're not going anywhere, sweetheart. And neither are you."
I watch as he begins to slowly unbutton her tattered blouse, revealing inch after inch of smooth, quivering flesh. Her breath comes in short, panicked gasps, her chest heaving. The sight sends a jolt of desire straight through me.
"Stop," she begs, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't do this, please!”
I capture her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her protests.
She tries to turn away, but I grip her chin, holding her in place as I plunder her mouth.
When I finally pull back, her lips are swollen and her eyes are glazed with fear and something else - a hint of unwanted arousal, unless I’m severely mistaken.
I won’t lie, it puts my previous concerns to rest.
"Your body's already betraying you," I murmur, trailing my fingers down her neck, feeling her pulse racing beneath my touch. "You can deny it all you want, but deep down, you're craving this."
Her eyes squeeze shut, a single tear escaping down her cheek. “You’re wrong,” she whispers, her voice breaking. "I don't want this."
But even as she protests, I can see the flush spreading across her chest, the way her nipples have hardened beneath the thin lace fabric of her bra. Erik notices too, a predatory grin spreading across his face.
"Look at you," he growls, cupping her breast roughly. "Your body's singing for us already."
She gasps, arching involuntarily into his touch before catching herself and trying to shrink away. "No," she moans, but it sounds weak even to my ears.
I run my hand down her trembling body, savoring the feel of her soft skin. When I reach the waistband of her shorts, I pause, looking into her fear-filled eyes.
Damn, she’s good.