by King, Bella
She’s out of breath, but I was the one holding mine as she came. I’d deny myself oxygen forever if it meant I could see that look on her face perpetually, until the end of time. I’ve never found myself this wrapped up in a woman, but when you know, you know.
Zella is different.
My cock is already rock solid from eating her out, but it gets even harder when I take it out of my pants and show it to her. I like the way she looks at it, with her eyes all large and innocent. There’s no innocence in that woman, however.
I know just what she craves, and I’m going to give it to her.
I pull my shirt over my head, making a show out of it for her. Women do it all the time for men, so why not do the same? I know she enjoys it.
I toss my shirt on the floor beside me, kicking my pants over to join it. I’m naked now, displaying my entire body to Zella and the open ocean behind the window. I’m not masked by the cover of darkness. I’m on display for her, and I like it that way.
Zella pulls her shirt over her head, unclasping her bra and flinging it onto my pile of clothes. She grabs her breasts in her hands, squeezing and playing with them as she spreads her legs to invite me in. Her juices and my saliva shine like a beacon, leading my stiff cock toward her.
I know that this time, I’m not going to be satisfied by just one round. I’ll have to have her over and over again, claiming her body in every position that I can manage before I take a break. I need to pump my cum inside of her as many times as I can. It’s an instinct that I won’t ignore.
I step forward, grabbing Zella’s soft thighs close to her knees and pushing them apart wider. I make them as wide as I can, giving her a good stretch while I watch my cock press against her pussy. I use my hips to position myself, and then I ease my body forward to sink into the incredible tightness and heat.
My cock is wrapped in pleasure, her pussy clasping around it and working it before I even begin to thrust. Her mouth is open wide, and her eyes are taking in the sight of my cock as it pushes all the way in. I love to watch it just as much as she does.
I move in and out slowly, reveling in the way Zella’s pussy looks around my cock. The image will be burned into my head for the rest of my life, and I like it that way. I never want to forget how amazing it is.
I run my hands up her thighs, moving them to her waist and then her breasts. Her skin is so soft and so warm that I almost forget to keep moving my hips as I explore her body with my hands. Her nipples stand at attention as I brush my fingertips over them.
It’s difficult to focus on so many things at once. Zella’s body is the most magnificent thing I’ve experienced, and I’m overwhelmed by how much there is to explore. I want to touch every inch of her skin and slide my cock as deep as I can go inside of her.
I tilt my head back, letting my hips do the work as I thrust. Her moans tell me that I’m doing something right, and the powerful swell of bliss near my cock tells me that I’m going to cum quicker than I anticipated.
I need to draw this out longer. I’m not going to settle for just a few minutes of pleasure with Zella. I want her for the rest of the day.
I decelerate my pace, taking her with aching slowness. Her moans grow louder despite my change in tempo, and her hands wrap around my forearms, squeezing them as she joins me in movement. We’re both dancing to the song of our sex, but she’s taking up the pace faster than I am, giving me no other option but to cum.
I grab her nipples, pinching them hard and watching her face open in a perfect little ‘O’. That on its own is enough to make my cock swell with excitement, unleashing a glorious climax of pleasure as I empty my cum into her soft, wet pussy.
I let out a sigh of relief as I climax, happy that I’m able to do it inside of Zella. When I first met her, I thought she’d be off-limits, but now I need her like I need water to drink and air to breathe. She’s more special than she can imagine.
I’ll be doing a lot more of this in the days to come.
Chapter Forty-One
Zella
It took us a few days to get to Pleasure Island, but as we cruise up toward it on Diavolo’s gigantic cargo ship, an eerie atmosphere floats in the foggy afternoon air. Something isn’t right here.
I turn to Diavolo, who’s standing beside me at the bow of the ship, looking forward as we creep toward the island. “Where is everyone?” I ask.
He shakes his head, his eyebrows curved down between his serious grey eyes. “I have no idea, but I don’t like this one bit.”
I slip my arm into his, pulling myself closer as I scan the shore. The island is small enough not to show up on the radar until you’re practically on top of it. Aside from some simple vegetation and a few grey buildings, there really isn’t much there.
And that’s what worries me.
“Maybe someone sent an emergency signal, like you said,” I suggest.
Diavolo shakes his head. “It’s not possible. There must be another explanation.”
Movement on the shore catches my eyes. I lean forward, focusing on the shape of a person walking along the beach. They’re wearing a green uniform and holding a rifle. I point to them, turning my head to Diavolo. “Do you see that?”
He nods, rubbing his chin. “A single person out to greet us.”
“It’s weird.”
“You got that right. I’m starting to get the feeling that Javelin brought most of his guys with him to take this ship.”
“You think they’re mostly dead then?” I ask.
“It’s possible,” he replies, “But this guy on the shore looks like he’s waiting for us.”
“We should kill him,” I say, eager to take down anyone who stands in the way of us reaching Olesya.
Diavolo chuckles. “We’ll probably have to shoot him, but I don’t think he sees us as a threat yet. He’s just waiting for the ship to dock, but we’re not going to.”
“We’re not?”
“No, we’re going to take a smaller boat out and grab Olesya, then we’re going to get the hell out of here. This place creeps me out. We’ll come back later to clear it up when we have more men with us.”
“Makes sense,” I reply. “But I’m a little afraid that this is a trap.”
“I thought about that,” he replies, following it with a pause. “And I think that you should stay on the boat.”
I roll my eyes. “Diavolo, you’re a sweetheart, but that’s not going to happen.”
“I don’t want to risk it,” he says, a fierce look in his eyes. “You’re too important.”
“If you die, then I’m also going to die. What difference does it make if I stay on the boat or not?”
He shrugs. “Maybe you can get away.”
“I’m not leaving without Olesya, and I’m not letting you take this island by yourself. We have to be a team,” I urge him.
He lets out a sigh. “Alright, Zella. Let’s do this, but I’m leading the charge this time.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply, grinning up at him.
The cargo ship floats out about a hundred meters from the shore, and Diavolo and I take a small boat, only large enough for a few passengers, to the island. We’re both carrying rifles stolen from Javelin’s crewmen, prepared to shoot first and never ask questions.
I only care about one person on this island, and that’s Olesya.
As we near the shore, the sole person in the green uniform approaches us, his hands to his sides in a nonthreatening manner. I clutch my rifle tightly, but he doesn’t seem concerned that we’re the only ones coming from the ship.
“Ahoy!” he calls out, waving a hand.
Diavolo stands up at the same time as me, calling back out to him. “Identify yourself,” he demands.
The uniformed man tilts his head to the side, opening his arms. “I’m the watcher.”
Diavolo leans over to me. “Well, that’s not the least bit helpful,” he mutters out of the side of his mouth.
“We should blast him,” I say, itching to do damage.
“Let’s wait and see what his deal is,” Diavolo replies, straightening back up. “Where is everyone?” he calls out to the uniformed man.
The man gives us a confused look. “In their cells, as I was told to keep them until the boss’s return.”
“Javelin,” I mutter, shaking my head.
Diavolo frowns, lowering his rifle toward the man on the shore. He moves his finger onto the trigger and squeezes it, sending out a strong message – we’re not here to make friends.
The man on the shore crumples to the ground, probably dead before he has the chance to realize we’re his enemy. Javelin must’ve left him alone on the island with the prisoners. They really are running a thin operation here, but now that I think about it, that makes sense. If they haven’t perfected the recipe for Black Sugar yet, they can’t be making much money.
“I wanted to shoot the bastard,” I say as our boat makes contact with the shore.
Diavolo chuckles. “I’m leading this time. I’ll let you get the next one.”
“By the sound of it, there isn’t a next one,” I reply, shaking my head.
“The fewer there are, the better. I don’t want to step into a warzone.”
I follow Diavolo as he steps off the boat, trotting through the water and arriving on the sandy beach. We walk past the dead man in the sand, leaving him for the tide. We have more important business than cleaning up the muck that Javelin left behind.
Diavolo leads us onto a heavily worn dirt pathway, most likely used to carry supplies from the stolen ships. The air is tense, but it feels like we’re walking along an abandoned area. After what the man on the shore said, I doubt that there’s anyone but the prisoners and maybe a few guards left on this island.
“I wonder what they did to my ships,” Diavolo says as we walk toward the nearest building, about a half-mile from the water.
“Maybe they did sink them, but after they took the cargo,” I reply.
“Or sold them for cash. I wouldn’t put it past Javelin. I’m sure he needed funds, even if he was using stolen labor.”
“The prisoners,” I say, shaking my head. “How many do you think are still alive here?”
He drums his fingertips on the side of his rifle. “The two ships that disappeared were running crews of about twenty each. Assuming that he kept most of them alive as prisoners, then I’d say that there aren’t any more than sixty people.” He pauses. “But five years? Probably a lot fewer.”
“He said that Olesya was still alive and that I was going to be helping test the drugs on her,” I say, my heart picking up momentum as a flat grey building comes into view.
“That might be true, or he was just trying to scare you,” Diavolo replies. “We’re going to find out very soon.”
I hope she’s alive, but I also hope that the others are alive too. Nobody here deserved to be locked up and ordered around by a man as cruel and heartless as Javelin. It disgusts me that he would do something this fucked up, but the world is full of evil men. Even for the mafia, this is sick.
Diavolo strides up to the building with cautious confidence, then leans against the wall. He motions for me to join him.
I press my body against the rough concrete, clutching my rifle and looking to Diavolo for further instructions. As much as I want to burst through the door and run inside, I told him that he could lead. I need to build trust, not tear it apart.
He takes a deep breath in through his nose, letting it out through pursed lips. “Alright,” he says, turning his head to me. “We’re going to knock as any normal person would, but if nobody comes, we’re busting this thing down.”
I nod.
“Okay, stay out of view,” he says, swiveling around to face the door. He lays a thick knock down on the wood, then immediately spins back around and plasters himself against the wall beside me.
He waits for a full minute, but nobody comes to the door. Frowning, he steps back out in front of the door. “Well,” he says with a sigh. “I guess we’re going in.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Olesya
I push a few thin strands of hair out of my eyes as I sit in my cell, the home I’ve had for five years, hunched over as I fight off the hunger pangs that have overtaken me. I should’ve just let myself starve, but I wanted food so badly that I agree to whatever Javelin told me to do.
I shouldn’t have written those notes to Zella. She’ll be joining me in here because of them, and what’s worse, Javelin never did give me the food he promised me. He left, saying that he might feed me when he got back.
He hasn’t gotten back.
I shake my head, willing tears to my eyes that will never come. I’m too dehydrated, left alone to suffer in silence without another living soul. Half of me wants to believe that Javelin will return and feed me, but the other half thinks that he’s never coming back and that I’ll starve here.
It’s been days, but I’ve gone days without food in the past. It’s miserable, but over the years, I’ve discovered what the human body is capable of enduring. Countless drugs have passed through my system, and I’ve taken many beatings, starvation, and psychological torture without breaking.
I’m strong, but strength won’t allow me to survive without food forever. Eventually, something has to give, and I just hope that it won’t be the end of me.
I’m not sure whether I consider myself lucky for having survived so long, given my current circumstances. My crewmates were worked to death or subject to fatal doses of experimental drugs. They’ll never get to see the light of day, but I still keep the hope that I will.
Maybe something will change when I see Zella again, but just the thought of her cheerful face brings the sorrow back. She thinks that I’m here to help her bring down a man she shouldn’t hate – Diavolo, but I’ve tricked her. I’m an awful person, and I hate myself for it.
My throat is so tight that I can barely breathe, but the tears refuse to drop from my sunken eyes. There’s simply nothing left in me.
In truth, this is all my fault. Even ending up as a prisoner on Javelin’s ironically named Pleasure Island was my doing. If I hadn’t decided to delve into the dark and fast world of mafia deals and borderline satanic rituals, I would’ve been at home with Zella, wearing some silly pink flowery dress, probably talking about guys for hours like we used to do.
Instead, I’m in a cell, starving to death and bringing my sister into this mess, all because I wanted to do something different with my life. It wasn’t worth the thrill, but now, it’s too late. You can’t turn back time, and you can’t heal wounds this deep.
I failed as a person, as a sister, and as a member of the Devil’s Kingdom. Hell, I even failed to help Javelin figure out the recipe for Black Sugar, despite being his test subject for years. Everything I’ve done has amounted to nothing but suffering for myself and others.
I lower my head deeper into my hands, a single tear wetting my palms. This is how I’ll die, and nobody will know why, except for me. Zella won’t be brought to peace, and she’ll just come to replace me. Maybe that was Javelin’s plan all along. Perhaps I’m no use to him anymore.
Suddenly, I’m no longer alone. The sound of multiple pairs of footsteps awakens me from my half-aware state of misery. I jerk my head up, looking toward the black iron door to my cell. Maybe it’s food, or maybe it’s my final death sentence.
I stare at the door, my eyes too tired to focus as it swings open.
Chapter Forty-Three
Zella
I almost mistake her for someone else, just another prisoner in this rotten place. She doesn’t look the same as she did five years ago, but I doubt I do either. We’re both battle-torn and weary, but she very clearly got the raw end of that deal.
Olesya springs up from her bed with more energy than a woman so frail should have, slowly walking toward me with eyes as wide as dinner plates. “Zella,” she says in disbelief.
Diavolo knows well enough to stand back as we become reacquainted.
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nbsp; “What have they done to you?” I ask, walking toward her with the same cautious enthusiasm as she displays.
“Terrible things, Zella. You shouldn’t have come here,” she replies, shaking her head.
I stop in front of her, my eyes looking over her tired body. She’s like a skeleton, but at least she’s alive.
Thank god that she’s alive.
“It’s over, Olesya,” I say. “Javelin is dead, and we’re taking you away from this horrid place.”
She frowns, unable to process what I’ve told her after five years of imprisonment. Her reality has been under the cruel reign of Javelin, and I wonder if she’s ever caught of glimpse of the outside world in that time or dreamed of what things could be if she ever got out.
“You’re free,” I say, holding my arms open for her. “I’m here to rescue you.”
A moment of tension so thick, yet so brittle, floats between us. It’s broken when Olesya dives into my arms.
I hold her, savoring a moment I never thought would happen. From the beginning, I assumed her to be dead and that Diavolo was the culprit. I couldn’t have been more wrong, and for once, I’m glad that I was. As long as I have my sister back, I’m happy.
I can feel Olesya’s ribs and spine through her shirt as I rub her back, and I know that she’s been through hell, but I also know that she’s going to be okay. We’re going to get her adequately fed and checked out by a doctor, and then we’re going to get back to the life we once had.
Only, this time, it’s going to be different. This time, we’ll be adults, and I’ll have Diavolo to look over us both.
Olesya suddenly looks up, staring behind me at Diavolo.
“Hey,” he says awkwardly.
She laughs. “I’m not mad at you, just so you know.”
“I saved you,” he replies as Olesya and I retract from our embrace.