Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
“When are you going to let us have a play?”
Ally’s head snapped up at the sound of the voice.
Over the last couple of days, she’d managed to pick up the names of most of the guys, and that particular one was Marvin.
The man was standing beside Mateo, who was unlocking her cage.
Exhaustion had finally caught up with her, and she must have fallen into a deep sleep, because she hadn't even heard him shuffling about out there.
Waiting tensely for Mateo’s answer, she didn't even want to think about what it meant to let all the men have free rein for touching her or playing with her as they seemed to like to put it. It was bad enough with just Mateo, and the one game he had allowed them to play with her.
“Thought I already did,” Mateo answered his friend as he swung open the door. “In fact, I'm pretty sure some of that playing is still on her skin.”
Thankfully, most of the dried semen had flaked off after a couple of days, but it certainly felt to Ally like it was still on her skin. Like it was embedded in her body in a way she’d never be able to wash away, even if she was given a chance.
“You know what I mean.” Marvin huffed. “I want more than to just let her jerk me off and then put the arousal gel on her.”
“Tough,” Mateo said with a shrug. “Come, one four zero.”
As she pushed wearily to her feet, she realized he mostly only called her by the number when they were in the wide-open room with the cages.
When they were alone in one of the smaller rooms, he usually called her little mouse.
She had no idea why he bothered using a nickname he’d come up with for her when they were dating, she got that all of that had been a lie, a way to lead her right into this hellish place.
Still, regardless of the hatred for Mateo coursing through her, Ally followed along after him as he led her down into one of the teaching rooms. A different one this time than they’d used before.
This one has a huge bed in one corner, an exam chair like the kind you sat in when you saw the gynecologist in another, a large wooden cross in the third, and a metal box big enough to fit a person in the last.
“Sit,” he ordered, gesturing to the bed, and she hurried over to it, sinking down into the softness of the mattress. It was the first soft thing she’d sat on in days, since she left her apartment that night that felt like a lifetime ago.
For a moment, she didn't think about what horror Mateo had cooked up for her, she just enjoyed how nice it was to feel something comfortable beneath her instead of the concrete floor.
Soaking up the enjoyment, she even let her eyes flutter closed, not wanting the sight of the man she now hated to ruin her couple of seconds of pleasure.
Seemed like he was content to let her enjoy, although she had no idea why, probably because he was looking forward to ripping this tiny bit of comfort she’d found away from her, and the more he let her enjoy, the more ripping it away would likely amuse him.
Several minutes passed, and it was only because she knew she couldn’t delay the inevitable forever that Ally finally opened her eyes again.
Once she did, she saw Mateo standing before her with three toys set out on the end of the bed.
Sex toys. The only time she’d ever even used sex toys was after she’d met Mateo.
There didn't seem to be anything he wasn't up for in the bedroom, or anything he wasn't up for pushing her to try.
One particularly memorable time was when he tied her to the bed, worked her close to an orgasm, then stopped, slipping a vibrating toy inside her and leaving her hanging for hours while he touched, kissed, and caressed every inch of her skin, until she was writhing, begging, and crying for release.
That edging had been fun because she’d consented. Unlike his game with her the other day with the arousal gel.
“You choose,” he told her.
“Choose what?” she asked softly, assuming it was okay to speak since she’d have to give an answer to a question she didn't even understand.
“Which one you want.”
Even though she didn't want to look closely at the toys, she knew she had no choice, so she shifted her gaze to examine the toys.
There was what looked like a butt plug, one of those sucking things that went on your bud, and a traditional vibrator, although it was huge and molded to look like the real thing. She didn't want any of them.
“They all come with different consequences.”
Ally gulped. “Consequences?”
“The anal plug will get you a spanking once I prep you and work it inside you. The spanking bench will be moved into the main room, and you’ll probably be left on it for the remainder of the day.
The guys will all be free to spank you so long as you're on it.
They won't be gentle, the toy vibrates, and there's little chance you won't come. Several times. Lesson is to teach your body that pain can be pleasurable.”
She shuddered and shook her head. Definitely didn't want that option.
“With the vibrator, you’ll get tied to the bed, and again the guys will be able to have their fun with you as much as they want.
They’ll only be able to use the toy on you to make you come, but they’ll be able to touch you anywhere else.
You’ll probably spend the rest of the day there.
Lesson is desensitizing your body to the idea that it comes when someone else decides, and they don’t care that you don’t want it. ”
“I thought you told your friend that they didn't get to play with me,” she whimpered. For some reason, even though she hated Mateo for doing this to her, she was used to him, so it didn't feel as awful as strangers touching her or having to touch them.
His teeth clenched together at her words like he was unhappy with them, but what part upset him? Her calling the others his friends? The idea he had to share breaking her with the others? Or that she was speaking at all?
“I don’t have a choice,” he muttered, but it sounded like he wanted one.
“Last option is you’ll have the stimulator kept against you with a chastity belt of sorts.
It works with a remote, which, of course, everyone will have access to and will use.
A lot. You’ll be returned to your cell, but you can assume that the guys will have a million excuses to be down there for the rest of the day. ”
Mateo paused, raked his fingers through his messy dark locks, something she’d loved doing when they were together.
His hair was so soft, and he’d lie on her couch with his head in her lap and let her play with his hair while they watched a movie.
How could the man who had been so sweet and charming also be this man?
It didn't make sense.
And it felt almost like … he wasn't happy she was here.
But if he didn't want her here, he wouldn't have had her brought here. Right?
Why did it feel like she was missing some important piece of information that would make everything else make sense?
“Go with the stimulator,” he said wearily. “At least that way no one will put their hands on you.”
Did he care about that?
Wasn't that why she was here? To be trained to be used by some filthy rich monster who was going to buy her to use however he chose. It shouldn’t matter to him that anyone else got to touch her, and yet … it was obvious by the look on his face that it did bother him.
A lot.
Was it possible that part of him still cared about her? Maybe everything hadn't been a lie. Maybe it had always been his plan to lure her in, but he’d developed some real feelings along the way. Could she possibly use that to her advantage?
Shifting closer to Mateo, she looked up at him, trying to see the man she’d known, the one who told her she could always be honest with him because he’d never do anything to hurt her. That man might not have existed, but there could be some vestiges of him left.
“Please,” she whimpered, wanting to reach out to him, touch him, but scared of what he’d do to her if she did.
“Mateo, tell me that everything wasn't a lie between us. You told me I could always be honest with you, always, that there was nothing I couldn’t say to you.
I need to know the truth. You wouldn't answer me earlier, you just agreed with me that you're a monster.”
“I am, little mouse,” he said, but the words were tortured, and there was clear pain in his dark eyes as they watched her with a longing she used to see but hadn't glimpsed since she woke up here.
“Why?” Tears blurred the man before her.
“Mateo, you owe me the truth. I need to know that it wasn't all a lie, that you cared about me at some point.
That you're not the monster you're pretending to be. That the man I fell in love with really exists, that he’s the real you, and this man is just an act.”
August 18th
2:41 P.M.
She loved him.
They’d never exchanged I love yous. It had been how he’d felt, but Mateo had held back from saying the actual words out loud for fear that she wouldn't say them back.
He was well aware of the fact that Ally considered him to be out of her league, but that was only because she didn't see herself the way he saw her.
Sure, his girl was a true introvert. She was quiet and a homebody, but she was sweet and kind.
She had a great sense of humor, was smart, took care of herself, and had a great body, with toned legs and a flat stomach.
Her rich red hair was stunning, and her eyes were gorgeous.
She’d give the shirt off her back to anyone in need, and she always treated others with respect because she knew what it felt like to be treated as unwanted and unworthy.
And she’d seen something lovable in him.
As far as he was concerned, she was the one who was so far out of his league he hadn't ever had a hope of holding onto her.
Only it looked like he had.
Because she loved him.