Chapter 13
Chapter
Thirteen
It would be so easy to beg.
So good.
Despite another orgasm being the last thing Makayla wanted, her body had other ideas.
The toy that Marvin kept roughly shoving in and out of her was working her body into a frenzy.
It was buzzing wildly, and the man knew how to use it to drive her wild.
He alternated between shoving it inside her and holding it there for a bit, allowing it to work her close to falling over the edge.
Then he’d pull it out, hold it to her throbbing bud for a while, before thrusting it in and out of her over and over again for a while, before leaving it there to work her closer to the edge again.
The cycle seemed to have been going on for hours, although she knew, realistically, it couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes.
It felt like so much longer, and she was desperate for a release, her body not caring in the least that it was being abused, that it was being touched and used against her will.
All it cared about was chasing the pleasure that kept zipping through it, constantly just out of reach.
“Would you hurry up,” a new voice snapped, and through the haze of pleasure pressing down upon her, she looked up to see Van stride into the room.
Maybe it wasn't obvious to anyone else, but she could quite clearly and plainly see that he wanted to rip Marvin to pieces with his bare hands.
Maybe he was able to shut off the part of his emotions that would otherwise have him empathizing with her and the other unlucky women here, but he hated every second of what was done to them.
It was why he stayed, why he watched with dispassion.
He was protecting himself so that he could do what he was being paid to do.
And she knew that he’d do it. He’d destroy Azure so they couldn’t hurt another woman.
“You couldn’t resist having another play with her, huh?” Marvin asked with a chuckle as the toy was pushed into her, making her moan, her internal muscles clamping around it, trying to use it to finally push her over the edge.
“Actually, I want to hurry up and get pictures taken so I can pass her profile along to a couple of auction sites, so I can get back to what I was doing,” he replied, the perfect picture of irritation mixed with boredom.
Marvin laughed, but he held the toy where it was, and her orgasm pressed closer against her.
Right when she thought it was going to come crashing over her, Marvin pulled the toy out again, making a horrible whine fall from her lips. It wasn't a conscious thought, it wasn't even a real plea to let her come, it was just her body’s response to being denied something it had been pushed toward.
“You're childish,” Van snapped, but she saw him holding up a phone directed at her, which she assumed was snapping pictures of her, tied up and helpless, almost mindless with need.
That was probably appealing to sick perverts who purchased women like they were collectibles.
Her torture continued for several more minutes.
Van moved around, snapping pictures of her from different angles, while she moaned, and tried to thrust her hips toward the toy to increase the friction.
Only, hanging helplessly as she was, all she ever did was make herself swing wildly out of control, and never climb any closer to the release she sought.
It felt like it was never going to end.
That she would be kept here indefinitely, so close to coming but never allowed to crest that wave. The pain in her shoulders wasn't even noticeable anymore, all she could think about was the all-consuming need clawing at her like a beast, screaming to be let out.
“Huh,” Van’s voice caught her attention, and she wasn't sure she liked the tone of it.
“What?” Marvin asked, pausing with the toy fully inside her, and because his hand didn't let go, the pressure was firmer, letting her climb more quickly than she’d been able to before.
“I haven’t even uploaded her profile to any of the sites yet, and I already have a request for her,” Van replied.
Someone wanted to buy her already?
Without even seeing her?
Was that normal?
Of course, Makayla had no idea and no way to find out, so long as Marvin was in the room with them. If it were just Van, she could ask her questions, get him to explain to her in detail what she should expect, and then prepare herself for it.
Not that there was really any way to prepare yourself to be sold to a monster, but she could do her best.
“Who?”
“Guy in Japan,” Van replied. “Request came directly to us, for her specifically. Wants her prepped and sent today.”
Before anyone could say anything else, a powerful orgasm came rushing through her body.
Her internal muscles clamped down around the toy, and with it buzzing inside her and against her bundle of nerves, she came hard and fast, screaming her release into the room, probably loud enough for everyone else to hear too.
Because Marvin kept the toy right where it was, the orgasm went on and on, quickly turning from one to two, and then three. After the third, she began to sob, pleading with him to take it away.
“Thought you wanted to come, smart mouth,” Marvin taunted as he kept the toy right where it was.
“Enough,” she begged. “Enough. Can't take more.”
“You'll take what you're told to take,” Marvin said, refusing to remove the toy that was buzzing like crazy inside her, shoving her toward a fourth totally unwanted orgasm.
Now her entire body shook, tears streamed down her cheeks, she felt hot and cold at the same time, and she hurt all over. She just wanted this to stop, to be over, but Makayla was pretty sure this was just a brief prelude to what would happen once she got to Japan.
“Stop,” Van snapped, a command this time. “We have to get her ready, and you're only prolonging it. Orders are to have her cleaned up, dressed, drugged, and then delivered to the airport, where a private jet will be waiting to transport her.”
“Aww, I'm gonna miss her,” Marvin said, his lips nipping at her jaw, but he must have realized playtime was over now and that he had no more right to torment her, because she apparently belonged to some Japanese guy.
“There are five other women here,” Van reminded him. “And she’s going to be replaced. There are plenty of other playthings for you. Now, hurry up and go find clothes and prepare the drugs. I’ll get her down and cleaned up.”
“That was fun, smart mouth, I’ll miss you.” Marvin planted a kiss to her lips, and if she’d had enough energy left, she would have tried to bite him.
Instead, she just sighed in relief when Marvin removed the toy and tossed it onto a table, before heading out of the room.
The second they were alone, Van was beside her. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her slightly so there was no longer pressure on her wrists and shoulders. The relief was instantaneous, and she sighed all over again.
“You okay?” Van asked as he balanced her weight with one arm, while with his other he reached up to undo the leather straps at her wrists.
Was she okay?
No. Of course, she wasn't.
Nothing about this, about being in this place was okay.
But was she broken?
No.
This had been horrible, and she was terrified about the unknown, but she was still standing. She hadn't shattered yet, and she wouldn't allow herself to. If she could survive her childhood, then she could survive this, too. She could hold on until Van was able to send people to save her.
“Makayla?” he prompted when she didn't answer.
With her wrists free now, he shifted his hold on her so they were chest to chest, her legs wrapped around his hips, and her hands on his shoulders.
Her arms burned with pins and needles, her cheeks were still wet with tears, and her body slick with sweat.
As far from okay as she was, she had to reassure him that she’d be okay.
“You don’t need to worry about me, Van,” she promised.
His dark eyes searched hers, and while one of his arms was under her backside, holding her up, his other hand lifted to palm her cheek.
The gesture was tender, full of affection, but she could read the confusion in his face.
He wasn't used to being like this. It was foreign to him, she was making him feel things he didn't want to feel, and it made her want to apologize for it.
As badly as she wanted to convince him to find another way, stop the sale from going through, she could never ask that of him. He was here to do a job, and she couldn’t get in the way of that.
Wouldn't. Not when there were so many other lives hanging in the balance, so many other innocent women needing help, needing Azure to be shut down.
She wouldn't be selfish. She’d just do what she always did and endure.
August 29th
8:38 A.M.
“You're not okay. How can you be okay?” Van murmured as he stroked his fingers along Makayla’s flushed cheek.
“I can handle whatever is coming,” Makayla assured him, one hand lifting to press against the one cradling her face.
There she was, living through hell, and instead of focusing inward, being selfish, demanding he try to get her out, she was focusing outward.
Worrying about him, worrying about the others.
She’d done her best to rally them together, and he almost believed that if she’d been able to get all five of the other women working cooperatively with her, they might have been able to pull something off.
This woman was too good to be true. Yet she was true. She was here, right now, in his arms, looking at him with a softness he used to dream about as a child. When he hadn't yet completely given up on humanity, when he still longed to find goodness in the world, a safe place.
Then he’d learned safe places didn't exist.
At least that’s what he’d always believed, but Makayla felt safe. She felt like a place he could go and let down his barriers. Where he could learn who he really was beneath the layers and layers of denial he’d spent the last decades living under.