Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Judas
“You remind me of an animated samurai guru, ya know that?” The grump snorted again and then sighed.
“And you remind me of a problem.”
I shrugged. “Well, good thing you know how to handle your problems then, huh?”
Master Short Foot growled at me and quickly composed himself before sighing, but I was already speaking again.
“Listen, listen. As much as I love playing with your good old powder dick, I really need a lady in here to prove a needed point. Think we can play later?”
Randall was already coming, and I’d be ready to show him my fun game when he got here.
“You already have a subject? Wow, maybe I was wrong about you. Where is she?”
I knocked my brain for where that bitch ran off to and snatched the top of the man’s bun, leading him out toward the creepy hallway.
“Back with the zombies.”
Surprisingly, the man let me lead him back to the front, where the zombies were waiting for “quarantine.”
Dopey bitch was dancing with the rest of the robots, looking even more off than before, and she didn’t seem to recognize me when I waved my hand in her face.
“C’mon, subject. Let’s subject you.”
The woman’s lolling stare rolled toward me and stayed there.
Sighing, I let go of Master Buns to grab Dope Head and began the grueling task of leading them both back to the torture chamber, but then a familiar gruff voice I heard crystal clear even over the robot sex music.
“I demand you let me pass.”
“Nah. Get the fuck out of here before I blow your biscuits.” I paused and walked closer to the altercation.
Bobby Boy was indeed yelling at Randall fucking King through the door hole thingy, and I stifled my laughter at the irritation in his tired voice. “Ooo, baby boy, you’re impeccably late!”
Shoving my way through to Bobby, I tapped his meaty shoulder and gestured to the angry eyeball outside the door.
“That’s mine. Let him in.”
Bobby looked at me and then at Papa Buns beside me.
“He’s my assistant. You brutes paid for actual quality, mind you. Don’t fucking piss me off, or I’ll make sure you get the premium fee for annoying me.”
Samurai Rope Daddy waved a hand at Bobby, and the idiot finally opened the door.
The minute Randall saw me, or rather the very obviously drugged woman beside me, he froze.
“Any other surprises you have, or can we get to fucking work?” Master Bub Boy griped.
“But of course! Lead the way.”
Randall looked apprehensive, but I gave him a look that had his ass shutting up and following us to the back.
“Place the subject in quarantine zone.”
The quarantine zone was, unfortunately, a little corner in the back with a small shower.
Good thing this bitch was high off her ass because whatever was about to spray her from the nozzle sure as shit wasn’t water.
“You are an unclean child. Cleanse yourself so that you may serve your masters.”
Randall and I exchanged a look behind Shortie’s back as he led the woman to the shower. She obeyed his commands and followed his orders when he told her to undress.
I didn’t get hard at the best of times for women nowadays, but zombie half-dead bitches certainly weren’t doing it for me.
Screams.
The smell of burning flesh hung in the air, making me feel like I was at a Sunday barbecue.
“There, there. It’s nearly done,” Boss man cooed.
I counted in my head the seconds the acid shower went on for, while keeping Randall back with my foot.
“No.” I mouthed to him. “I’m sorry,”
Randall looked more ill than I’d ever seen him. Good boy that he was, he wanted to save the poor chick. I didn’t want to watch the torture, but it wasn’t exactly an option.
“It is done. Now we may begin.”
Randall grabbed the woman from the showers and helped her out a little too delicately, so I distracted Bun Boy.
“Yep. That went great. Such a yummy smell. What next? Wanna be sure I follow all your rules for this recipe.”
Short fuck smiled and walked to a side room without a word. Fuckkk.
Dopey was red as a tomato. Her skin rippled in a sizzle-like way. How the fuck she hadn’t passed out must’ve been the drugs in her system.
“Prep her. I’m ready.”
Oh yay. That sounds not at all creepy.
I reached forward, grabbed the woman’s other arm, and guided Randall to hold her correctly. I didn’t know what kind of prep there was, but it didn’t bode well.
Sure enough, the man came out of the side room, holding a brander. The end glowed orange, smoldering softly as if it were coming to life.
“Hold her down. Despite Alyosha’s drug, the subjects still seem to feel the fire.”
Alyosha. Hmm. Noted for later.
“Yes, sir,” Randall said, though he looked pale as the woman.
We held her arms and situated her to face the man with the burning brand, and I held my breath for what came next.
More screams.
The female convulsed. The deep searing sizzled into her neck, making her scream and seize. Her body flailed, and despite our backs turned to the man behind us, we all but felt the fire as it burned through her.
Unable to handle the abuse, the woman fell into our grip, and we had to adjust to keep her upright. I felt her elbow snap despite my efforts, and the demons laughed while I winced.
Sweat poured off Randall, but his face was metaphorically masked, like mine, with the indifference we had to show.
“Wonderful. I’ll alert the team that she is ready for purchase. You two stay here. I must say excellent work. I am indeed pleased with this arrangement.”
When the man left, Randall checked for cameras before looking at me and letting the mask fall.
“Judas. What the actual fuck is this?”
I cleared my throat, laying down the woman in a somewhat comfy spot since she was finally out like a light.
Poor thing deserved some zees that was for damn sure.
“Well, if you would stop being my sexy stalker, you wouldn’t have to be here for this,” I noted.
Randall growled and shoved me toward the chains.
“Nah, Masters. You just stuck your ass in something massive. I’m not leaving this. But they took my fucking phone at the gate. I can’t inform the force about this.”
“Yeah, I know. They took mine too, but that’s not the point right now, Randy. Your little blue crew can’t touch this, and you know it. Anything this big has cops as shiny ornaments, and bosses keep any law enforcement in their pocket.”
Randall growled again, but this time he sighed in defeat. I loved being right, but not this time.
“I’m sorry, Liebling. I know this is hard. But we gotta find out what happened to your mom. Then you can go right back to knocking my ass around on our little cat and mouse chase.”
Randall glared at me. “I’m not playing games, Little Chip.
This is bad. They said Alyosha. Alyosha Puriya is the ring leader of a major sex trade called the Masks Organization.
My team has been chasing these fucks for years.
Your brothers are friends with his son, apparently, who’s been trying to give Quinn pointers. ”
Ahh, good old Quinn pin. He was an annoying asshat when he was a rookie, always nabbing my brothers and me. We thought for a long time he was a fuck wit, but his little lady and rugrats mellowed his ass right out.
Ugh, all my brothers turned into fucking softies. Even Goliath is bound to ‘easy bake’ a cake with his tiny wifey eventually.
Where the fuck does that leave me?
You will die after this task.
Oh duh. Right.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Judas?”
I smiled wickedly at Randall, unable to stifle my hard-on even with the zombie chick in a bit of a predicament.
Randall followed my gaze, and he started to back up, his arms going up in surrender already.
Mmm. Yes.
“You, Randall King,” I said softly, walking my broody cop backward, slowly approaching those beautiful rigs. “Always you.”
Randall shook his head when his ass hit the rope and chains, and my smile grew. Before he could stop me, I blocked him in, using my slight surprise to quickly spin the rope around his thick thighs and chest and push him backward to a sitting position.
“What the fuck—” he squirmed, but I was already raising the chains, his gorgeous body twisted more and more in my work as he struggled and failed to get out of them.
“Mmm, what a pretty present to unwrap.”
His body was swaying now, no longer seated but flipped on his stomach. His bulky, muscled arms were so wrapped in the binds from his struggle, he couldn’t move even a fraction now.
“Judas! Let me the fuck out now!”
I let the delicious rumble of his commands travel down my body and to my dick. I loved my height in the best of times, but right now, with my mouth just barely under him as he sang back and forth above me, it made me…ravenous.
“Didn’t peg you for a swinger, Randy Pandy.” I mused at my pun, and he groaned louder.
Yes, that’s right. That thick dick was pushing through his pants and right out of the ropes—such a yummy carrot to dangle by my mouth.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Masters.”
I giggled and reached my arm up, dragging my fingertips up his leg, unzipping his zipper, and finding him through his pants.
“Needless to say, if you weren’t raging hard right now, I wouldn’t be able to reach you. This is your fault.”
“I swear to god—”
“Yeah, yeah. We’ve been here and done this shit so many times, baby. Let’s skip the nos and get to the fuck yes, shall we?”
Randall choked on his defeated moans as I gripped his cock through the ropes, giving his meaty dick a good stroke from sticky tip to delicious base.
“I’m gonna kill you if your new friends don’t.”
I hummed a laugh, testing the rope as I gripped my fingers inside and pulled myself up to lick the material holding his yummy penis.
“Ahh fuck. Judas.”
Mmm. Yes. That’s what I want to hear. The demons…
Didn’t make a sound.
Reveling in the purity of Randall’s moans, I continued my workout. Pulling my full body up again and again, licking and sucking his cock through the ropes and clothing. He was so antsy…breathing heavy and huffing denials.
“You’re so fucking wet. Am I sucking a cock or a pussy right now, Liebling?”
He didn’t laugh with me and instead groaned harder when my tongue hit his favorite spot, and more precome coated his tip.
“That’s right. Fucking soak my face. I love your come. Let me taste you again. God, I need you.”
Need? Oh fuck Jude’s. Easy.
Randall caught my words, too, but they didn’t make him pause like they did me. They made my feisty brat moan louder and push his hips into my mouth, not trying to fight the heat. Now he was seeking it.
“Does my good boy like that?” I moaned against his tip, letting my tongue tease the slippery slit. “Do you like how needy you make me for you? You’re mine, Randall.”
Another deep moan, and my delicious cop looked lost. Rarely ever did this brute just relax, but right now he was swinging in the silence with me, feeling every lick and suck I gave his weeping cock.
“You need me, baby? You need more? Use your words, Liebling.”
Moans so loud I wondered if they’d reach the zombies in the beginning entrance sounded, and I increased my speed, my nails were fraying the fabric of his underwear, and I latched my body upside down on the rig, using my arms to hold me up on the other side of the rope.
“Use. Your. Words,” I demanded, breaking the fabric and letting his cock pop out of the constraints right into my face. “What do you need, baby?”
Randall bucked his body, grinding his cock into my lips, but I didn’t open my mouth. “Words,” I said again, breathing hot air onto his leaking cock.
“Fuck. I can’t. Judas. Please. I can’t say that.”
I popped the brute on the nose and shook my head at him before dropping back to the ground. “One day, you will admit you want me, straight boy. Until then, I’m gonna let you suffer.”
Randall groaned and bucked harder. “Fuck you, Masters!” I smiled and looked up at him. “Is that a request?”
My sadist bit his lip so hard it busted, and the blood leaked down his chin and soaked into his shirt.
“Is torture worth missing out on the pleasure? You asked what is in my head. But the real question is what’s in yours.”
Randall was panting, actually panting like a sexy dog when the softest whisper escaped his broken lips.
“You.”
My eyes snapped to his glazed expression, and I lost it. My chest did the weird flip that made me nauseous.
Fuck. What is this feeling? Meh. Probably gas.
No.
He told me. His thoughts are about me? Why do I feel so warm?
“Randall King,” I said, but it didn’t sound like my voice.
Maybe with the demons so quiet, it was weird hearing myself speak. The silence that made me truly hear my own words for the first time.
Larry never stopped the voices. He was the cause. “Yes, Little Chip.”
I couldn’t stop myself. I hoisted my ass up on the ropes like a fucking monkey, climbing up to reach his mouth.
I was all but sitting on him, but he wasn’t bucking me off. His arms were roped away from him, a cute little Statue of Liberty moment for him. Very patriotic.
His chest being opened, I did something my seven-foot ass never dared attempt.
I…cuddled him. Curled my ass like a fat cat on his chest and stuck my fingers through the ropes to pull his head toward mine.
There was a slight hesitation, but he let me.
“This is wrong, Little Chip. That damn bastard will be back any minute, and there’s a passed-out girl on the ground…”
Every excuse in the world didn’t fucking matter to me right now. Just him.
My Liebling and his goddamning lips.
I didn’t kiss people. Sex was easier without it, but with Randall, I kissed him twice.
The first time he knocked me out back in the asylum, but it was worth it. The second was in the forest and now…
“Can I kiss you?”
I felt shy asking like a damn girl, and a blush even coated my fucking cheeks, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted permission. I needed him to want to kiss me.
He hesitated again, pain, fear, and desire lacing his expression so vividly it was like a slide show flipping over and over.
“Let me show you what’s in my mind, Liebling. Let me give you a taste of my thoughts.”
“Is this just the demons talking, Masters? Trying to lower my guard to knock me out and do this on your own?”
I shook my head slowly, tracing his lips through the ropes.
“No,” I said quietly. “I don’t hear the voices when you’re with me. It’s like the demons want to hear you, too. For the first time in my life, all I hear is silence. You’ve always quieted the voices. All I feel when I’m with you…is true peace.”
My broken sexy cop did something that no one in my life has ever managed. He surprised me.
Before I could focus on anything, he leaned forward and cut the distance between us.
His big, juicy lips pressed to mine, and in that moment, despite him being the one completely wrapped in the ropes and chains.
I knew.
I was the one chained to him. I…I loved Randall King.