Chapter 25
Aaron
They have us kneel on the hard floor while they advance on their other captive and start untying her.
The young woman in this fun room, as they call it, is still alive.
Her eyes are open, and she’s watching us through a tumble of red hair but is unable to do anything due to her arms being tied and hauled above her head.
They’ve been whipping her back and worse, judging by the white stains on her legs.
This is what they intend to do to Juniper.
To make me do.
And if I don’t? Do we both die?
Or do they torture her until I simply must obey?
“I’m sorry,” I whisper to her, without turning my head.
She nods slightly. “Me too. They’re animals. No. Worse than animals. I bet they’ve been rehearsing this, honing their fucking skills, ever since they hurt Riley.”
They’ve got her on her belly and are unclipping chains and ropes but she’s barely moving. How long have they had her here? Weeks?
“Look, Mr. Loxland,” Zasha yells. “This could be yours, this sweet slut. Tomorrow, maybe. Hey? Once she’s cleaned up, hosed down.”
“Right now, she’s got a right sloppy cocktrough on her. You’d be drowning your dick.” Shawn hefts her body into his arms then heads past us. “Back in a tick, fella. Don’t start without me!”
They aren’t making me assault her. Not yet. I’m relieved and ashamed all at once, because I’d almost rather she die before tomorrow comes than be made to fuck her.
Zasha drags the chain that runs up to the ceiling lower down and adjusts a hook on it.
I think I can guess what he means to do to Juniper.
He pulls out a phone then goes to a phone tripod that’s waiting in the corner.
“Lights are good. Though some nasty shadows would make this even better. Or blood?” He whistles as he adjusts the phone’s position on the stand.
I duck my head. “If I have to do something to you, and I swear I will try not to, please forgive me.”
“Huh.” She shrugs. “Can’t be worse than what you’ve done before. Just…” And now she gulps, and I see the trembling of her mouth. “Make me forget them? Make me like it.”
I close my eyes, steeling myself. “I’ll make you fucking love it, or else you’ll get a spanking, little psycho. A bad spanking, not one your masochistic heart will love.”
She inhales deeply, exhales, steadies herself. “Well, I might just misbehave for that. If I scream out no…” Now her voice is shaking.
“Just keep going? I will. You’re going to have the loudest orgasms ever.” I almost add, be brave, but I figure she’s doing that already in her head, and me saying it might break her. “Make them hate how much fun you’re having.”
She smirks at me for a moment then resumes staring at the floor, for Shawn is returning, his footsteps slapping the floor, and Zasha has stationed himself by the chain.
Without breaking stride, as he goes by, Shawn grabs Juniper by one arm and drags her toward the center of the room and the chain.
He tosses back some words at me. “No jabbering once the filming starts. We want the room to look like only you and her are in it. You will play the part of the villain. Fuck her and be done.”
“Unless he wants to do her twice? Three times?”
They make her stand then attach her wrist cuffs to the chain that runs across the ceiling before angling down to a cylinder at the wall. Shawn goes over to wind in the handle. Slowly and surely, she’s made to straighten, with her arms hauled high until she’s teetering on tiptoes.
“Come.” Zasha curls a finger, beckoning me.
Clumsily, I get to my feet and go to them, feeling the weight of what I must do with every step.
“You fuck her now. You carve your name on her with this little knife.” He drops a knife with an inch-long blade at her feet. Her small naked feet. “Make it good. Make some threats to her. I know you can do it. Make it nasty, not some fancy-pants kinky shit.”
“And do not deviate from that script.” For once, Shawn has ice in his voice.
“Or we gut her a little, chop off a finger or two, then make you try again. Here.” He lowers his bag and the contents spill.
Broomstick with spikes, a wire flogger, even a big vibe, and some enormous dildos.
“Use something and not just the fookin’ vibe. ”
But, there is a vibe. I nod, and I’m uncuffed while Zasha trains a pistol is trained on me, standing a few yards away. I’m betting he knows how to use that weapon expertly, since he managed to sneak up on Tomás.
“Okay.” I nod as they clear themselves from the range of the camera on the phone. I stare at Juniper and she looks back at me, still in that pretty bikini we bought her.
I assess my chances for the hundredth time.
I can’t run. I can’t defeat a gun—even if I were the best martial artist, I’d risk getting downed before I could hit them.
If it were just me, I might try, but it isn’t.
I need to somehow get out of here and still be able to fuck up these men and rescue Juniper.
Maybe with Juniper’s damn shovel.
Why do they think having film evidence will stop me from returning with an army? Because I’m a rich man who loves money?
I imagine myself hammering in both their skulls before I take that first step and go to her.
I circle her, my little strung-up, immobilized submissive. Because that’s what she is—mine. Tomás is gone, out of the picture. Maybe he’s an enemy. Maybe he is, by some miracle, still on our side. One can always hope.
I strip off the bikini and throw it at the wall where it slides to the floor in a heap.
“Ready to scream?” I say it loudly, for that camera, because I don’t want to see her getting her fingers removed. “I’m going to make you scream so hard, while I fuck your brains out and carve my name on you. So goddamned hard.”
Then I pick up the vibe and a giant dildo, and I do what I would do anyway, I ream her ass and make her scream and shake and come so hard she faints in the chains.
Or maybe she’s faking it. Does it matter?
I rope her legs apart, spreading them, tying her ankles to two rings in the floor, so that if she jerks it won’t make me cut her too deeply. Then I carve AL into the side of her thigh. Not too deep, but deep enough to bleed and impress those fools, I hope.
She’s biting her lip and breathing like a machine gun when I make the last stroke on the L. Quietly, I say, “Those cute little whimpers are all mine, Juniper. Not theirs. Fucking mine. Got that?”
She nods.
I tap beneath my eye. “Focus on me. Or else. See me. I am the center of your universe.” Not them.
Then I turn the vibe on and work it into her pussy. It makes her leg bleed more as she responds, jerks her cute ass, and is groaning and gasping within seconds. Her muscles are trembling from pleasure more than pain.
“Almost going to come again?” I whisper. “Good girl. Take the damn pleasure. I’m going to jam my cock in you soon while I keep this vibe running and shaking all the come out of you.”
More blood leaks, drawing red wriggly stripes on her thigh, but her slit is leaking too. Her inner thighs shine from her own wetness.
I loosen her leg ropes enough so that I can fuck her pussy from behind.
Over by the doorway, the two monsters are watching, probably jerking off.
They do not matter.
It’s me and her. Me and her. My masochistic submissive with the murder lust in her genes.
To be honest, the blood looks good on her, powers up my sadistic soul.
I concentrate on that part of me because if I can’t keep this hard-on going, our captors are going to make me do worse things to her.
I go behind her, and whisper. “You be good for me.” I pause, because I’m going to break myself if I don’t ask her this.
I say softly, “I need you to tell me a yes here, please. That, yes, you want this. It’s for me, so doing this to you doesn’t rip me in two. ”
“Yes,” she says, though there’s a coarseness to it as the vibe does its work on her clit. “Yes, yes, yes. Please!”
I spear into her in one brutal stroke, using my spare hand for the vibe. The vibrations run through to my dick with every stroke, every penetrating drive, each time I bury myself deep in her. I let those in, let those echoed thrums harden me more.
It doesn’t take long for me to build to a climax because this is my show. Once I come, I’m done with this set-up scene, and she will be freed.
Then I come and jet into her, listening to her keening as she joins me in climax, and I sink my teeth into her neck.
When I withdraw and step away, my legs are as shaky as hers must be. I switch off the vibe and drop it. I want to go to her to comfort her; every atom in my body needs this more than ever.
Yet I can’t show that I care for her. Or not much. It will give them a weakness to lever at. It might make them wonder if this film is a deterrent.
“We’re done here, little fucktoy,” I say loudly then I wipe my mouth with the back of my wrist. Feels like I’m wiping away the bad taste of this scene. If only I could.
“Good man,” Shawn drawls. “Kneel. Put your hands behind you, and don’t move fast at all, so we don’t have to fuck you up with a wee bullet in your cranium.”
I do as I’m told. I kneel and wait, and they cuff me then take me to the wall and chain me there.
I’m expecting them to untie Juniper, then return us to the room, instead they surround her. My heart starts thumping louder as if it expects something bad to happen. But it’s only when they start talking that I truly know the horrors have started.
“Which hole do yer want, Zasha? Toss you for her ass? Poor little girl. Thought she could chase after us and get away with it.”
I cannot help her. All I can do is bow my head and try not to hear her cries.
My fists are clenched, I realize. Going to kill you both, deader than dead. Somehow.
Now I understand why she had to kill Nathan.