by Richards, J
I feel a door under my fingers and shove against its weight. It swings open easily and I let out a sigh of relief when the light blinks on and I realize it’s a one-person bathroom. I slam the door behind me and my heels slip against the wet tile of the floor. On my knees I stretch up and flick the deadbolt lock into place. It won’t hold the men or the wolves off for long, but the sound of it clicking into place gives me a false sense of security.
“You can run little girl, but you can’t hide.” Someone calls from the other side of the door. I know for sure now that it was Din’s pack who sent the redhead with the Bullseye after me. “The big bad wolf is coming for you.” Laughter from the bar is crass as it rattles in my scared brain.
I flip around, my back now against the door as I frantically look around the bathroom for a way out. The toilet is unflushed and the scent is one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever breathed. My harsh panting doesn’t help my poor nose handle the odor. I press my forearm against my face to breathe in my skin instead of the feces in the room.
A small window above the hand drier appears to be my saving grace. It’s just big enough to easily fit my body without too much of a struggle. I throw myself across the small bathroom, slipping and sliding in the thick coat of urine covering the floor and scramble to the window. Its panes are painted shut, and no matter how much I shove at the sill it refuses to budge.
In a panic and with no time to spare, I pick up the small metal waste basket and chuck it at the window as hard as I can. The glass shatters and spills to the ground outside. I tap the waste basket against each side of the broken window to remove all the shards of glass left from the break and then turn the basket upside down on the floor to use as a step stool.
Shoving my head out the window, I peer down to see how far I’ll have to fall to the ground. It’s no more than a four-foot drop and instead of twisting my body to let my feet go out the window first, I lower my hands to the outside wall and lean forward. I face plant into the soft dirt but at least I’m outside.
The sky is a swirling mass of purple tones and the wind here is strong. So strong and so cold that as it blows across my face, I feel like it has icy claws. It winds my hair around my head and the ends lash at my exposed neck. Flashes of orange lightning strike across the sky in random patterns, I keep waiting for the crashing of thunder, but it never comes. Just endless lightening to light the dark sky.
I crawl on my scraped knees along the wall of the building and use its cracked painted siding to help myself stand up. I push off the wall and walk quickly to a group of bushes. They grab at my skirt as I make my way into its covering. The branches of the bushes scratch at my thighs and arms. They are covered in long, spiky thorns that embed themselves into my flesh and rip away my skin when I move through them. No matter how much it hurts, I have to get far away from this bar.
Pandora’s last words to me were to run, to hide and to disguise my scent but I have no idea where I am or which way would be smart to run. Her fear was so real. The way she yelled the words with tears running freely down her cheeks was enough to terrify me. This is the world she lives in and for her to be that scared gives me a clue as to how serious this could be if Din catches me.
What would he do to me? What if it isn’t even him, but another pack of howling beasts that are on my trail? I close my eyes and try to slow my breathing. Fear won’t help me escape. I have to use my common sense and my wits to stay alive, if I want to see Chaos ever again.
Another howl breaks through the night air and another set of chills races down my frozen spine. I pick up my pace. On the other side of the bushes is a street. More like an alleyway, lined with trash and dumpsters. In any other time and place, I would turn away from an alley like this. This is a place where people end up murdered and lie in the street for days as they decompose into the piles of trash because no one is brave enough to enter and therefore the body is discovered far too late.
I look behind me and know that I can’t go back that way. Then look down at the terrorist bushes I just passed through. My arms and legs trickle blood from a hundred different slices their thorns wicked grasps caused and I know that hunkering down in these devil bushes isn’t an option either. I have to go forward. Into this
On top of a pile of old, folded in cardboard boxes, I find a tan jacket and pick it up. It smells like grease and cigar smoke but I shove my arms into the sleeves and pull it tightly around my body. The wind howls as loud as the wolves, and I pray it doesn’t pick up my scent and bring it straight to my hunters.
I wander through the alley, walking carefully, with my eyes scanning every dark corner. I come out the other side unscathed. Well, no more than I was before I entered. If I knew what a red light district looked like, I would say this was it. Scantily clad women stroll up and down the sidewalks. Some of them have extra arms while others have four sets of eyes. No female is the same, but I try not to inspect them too closely. I don’t want them to notice me as I pass by the neon lights flashing in the windows of the buildings.
“Looking for a good time, honey?” One lady asks me as I brush past her without making eye contact.
“No, thank you.” I whisper and keep going. Unless she is talking about that yummy mixed drink I had when I first got here. I could go for like, five of that kind of good time right about now. She doesn’t continue the conversation and I know I have to find somewhere to hide. I’d prefer it to not be with a hooker.
I can no longer hear the howls of the wild dogs chasing me, but I know they are still far too close for me to stop now. I walk faster and my legs begin to ache. I look down at my poor body and wonder what happened to the clean woman who laid across the lap of her lover moments ago. Instead, my legs are dirty and sticky with other people’s pee and my own blood. I want so badly to wash them off, but I hope that the nastiness covering me is just another thing hiding my smell from my pursuers.
Thank God for that protection pill, otherwise I would be freaking out about what kind of diseases my body is welcoming through my open wounds. I hesitantly look at my watch after thinking of the magic lifesaving pill. I close my eyes firmly and scrunch my face up so hard my forehead hurts. I must be seeing the numbers wrong. There is no way we have been here for twelve hours already. I peek again, but the numbers haven’t changed.
The street dead ends at a large building that looks like a dance club from first glance. Women dance in the windows, but it’s only their shadows visible with the bright lights behind them. Out of options and running out of time, I know I need to make a choice. Go in, or go back. I enter the club and hope the crowd will swallow me up until Chaos or Pandora come to find me.
I weave through the thick crowd of dancing bodies. Crazy laser beams of light bounce around the room, making it hard to examine the depth of the space. Hard core metal music blasts through hidden speakers and I reach up to cover my ears. I have no idea how these people can dance to all the screaming, but it doesn’t seem to faze them as they tangle together. The group of people is massive and my sore legs are getting weaker, as I try to find somewhere to sit down or maybe even a bar.
The air in here is hot and sweat drips off everyone. Moist droplets fly off body parts and splat against me as I walk by. I wipe at my arms quickly and try to pull my shoulders in to make myself as small as possible. In search of the bar, I find a large stage instead. I expected to see the band making so much noise up here, but there is none.
On the stand is a single shirtless man and he’s swishing a whip across a naked rear. The abused ass is red under the stage lights and its owner is dancing in his bonds. I’m assuming it’s a man, his long arms are tied above his head and his left ankle is chained to the stage by a short set of links and a metal cuff. No matter how he struggles or tries to escape the licks of the whip, the tail always finds its mark.
I become hypnotized by the whip. My body begins to relax as I watch it slash through the air and leave thin red lines on the perfect ass and thighs of the chained man. He is dan
cing as well. But not to the screaming music. My feet stop moving and I let the crowd push me around while I get lost in the show on the stage.
I wonder what it would be like to be up there. To be such an erotic show for the masses. Would it heighten my arousal or make it impossible? Something in the way the man in charge moves feels familiar to me. Not like when I saw Chaos, but something in his domineering manner calls to my indecisive soul. My frozen skin is now hot with wondering need.
Between blinks of my eyes, I see Chaos standing over me while I kneel at his feet. I’m offering him my submission and begging him to take my choices from me and to own all of my control, my decisions, and my body. He does so willingly with a prideful smile on his face. Tight ropes get wound around and around my limbs until I’m an artwork of bondage for Chaos to take advantage of as he sees fit.
“My slave is in need of a distraction.” The man yells to the crowd as he coils the whip up and attaches it to his hip. “Who will lend me a hand?” As quickly as they appeared, my visions are pulled from me. I feel a small pout pull at my lips, I wasn’t ready to give up the daydreams of Chaos using my body for our mutual pleasure.
“She looks willing!” Someone near me yells back and I turn to see who the poor victim is. The guy smiles at me and lifts me up. In shock my body tenses and I kick wildly but the man holding me is too strong for my tired body.
“No, no! Not me!” I cry but the crowd accepts me from his hands and I’m lifted above the people. I’m carried like a crowd surfer until I’m dropped harshly on the stage. The man running the show steps up to me with a knowing grin and fists my hair.
“You’ll do just fine. He has a weakness for redheads.”
“Please, no. I need to go.” I reach up and try to peel his hand from my hair but he is much stronger and drags me before his slave.
“On your knees. If you perform well, I will help you hide from whoever you are running from.”
His offer is more than I could ask for, but his demands scare me. What will I have to do and can I even do it? I dig my nails into his wrist and struggle again but he shakes his head as he looks down at me. I stop the useless fighting and get to my knees. “How do you know I’m running from someone?”
“Everyone is running from something here, Kitten.” He releases my hair to grip my chin. He lifts my head so our eyes meet and I stare up at him unblinking, as if to challenge his pinching fingers on my jaw. “Call me Sir David and do as I say.”
I don’t want to. I don’t want to be here with this man and his slave on this stage but I don’t know how else to find help in this evil side of the park. “Yes, Sir David.” I swallow back a sob and he grins.
“Good girl. Suck my slave, don’t let him cum.” My eyes feel as big as dinner plates as he instructs me.
“I can’t do that!” I put one foot flat on the floor to stand up but he pins me with his black gaze.
“Suck him or take his place under my whip, Kitten.” Sir David runs his fingers down my neck while he waits for me to agree to his terms.
“Please, take pity on me. I’m lost and being hunted.” I beg him softly. The dancing crowd is cheering for me to join the fun but their watching eyes make my skin itch.
“Oh, but I am taking pity on you.” His gaze softens slightly as he bends down to speak into my ear. “I don’t have to give you a choice, Kitten. Humans are just toys here. I don’t know who you belong to or how he let you get away, but if I am to keep you safe until he arrives you’ll do as I say. Willingly or unwillingly, the choice is simply up to you.” He takes a step back and I turn to look at the erect cock before me. It’s long, but thin, and flexes up and down as I watch it. “How much pain do you want to feel before your knight in shining armor appears?”
My choices are clear to me now. I nod my head and scoot my knees closer to the tied man. This slave who may or may not be willing himself. His jaw is clenched tightly closed and he thrusts his hips forward, bumping his cock against my closed lips. My eyes flick back to Sir and he waves his hand toward the strange penis as if to say “get on with it.”
I lick my lips and open my mouth wide. The cock slides along my tongue as it enters my mouth. Already I taste his precum. The slave hisses his pleasure through his gritted teeth and jerks his hips again. I almost don’t have to do anything but kneel here. The slave is desperately seeking his release and fucks my mouth eagerly. I keep my mouth open as wide as possible so that my lips only graze his cock as I move back and forth to counter his efforts.
“Awh, you pick a little cock tease! Good selection.” Sir David informs the crowd in a happy yell and uncoils his whip again. He waves it maliciously through the air before cracking it on the floor of the stage. The sound makes me jump and my lips close tightly. The slave groans and his head falls forward. “Stay in front of the slave or risk being struck by my whip.” I nod my head with the cock still stuffed between my lips and let my tongue swirl around teasingly.
I watch from around the slave’s thin hip as Sir David draws back and releases the whip with a soft whooshing before it smacks against the slave’s ass. He jerks from the sting and the motion makes his cock slip farther into my throat than I expected. I gag over it and drool that had been pooling behind my lips, floods forward and down my chest. I pull my head back quickly and suck in deep gulps of air while wiping my hands to try and remove the slippery drool from my cleavage.
“Don’t stop, Kitten. I have half a mind to make you exchange places with my horny slave.” The crowd goes insane when Sir David speaks. It’s as if they want to see me in the slave position instead of hidden by his body.
I close my eyes and pretend the man before me is Chaos. Fighting with Sir David isn’t a smart idea and I know it. I don’t know how or why but I feel safe here. Not here as in on this stage with a unknown dick in my mouth but here in this weird dance club for kinksters, something in my bones tells me I’ll be safe if I stay here. As safe as I can be while being away from my Spiritbond, that is.
I lock my hands around the slave’s cock and tug up while turning my hands to stimulate every inch of his long cock. He twitches in my hand and I bring my lips to him again. Thoughts of Chaos’s voice and hands fill my mind. I remember the intense pleasure he gave me just an hour or so ago and I want to repay him. I kiss at the cock before me, pretending it’s his and this blow job will be his reward for fingering me so beautifully.
I suck softly and bob my head quickly. The precum floods over my tongue and I swallow it down as it continues to seep out freely. I hear the whip and feel the slave’s hips buck in response, but this time I don’t stop using my mouth on the poor man. I sink deeper into my thoughts of Chaos and tighten my suction around the hard flesh.
“Master, may I come?” the slave screams in panicked need. “Please, Master. I need. I want to. Fuck, Sir may I come?”
“Is the Kitten that good?” Sir David asks teasingly while I continue, constricting my lips to increase my mouth’s pressure on the pulsing cock.
“So, so good. I can’t- can’t,” He fumbles his words and tries to pull away from my mouth.
“You have my permission.” Sir David announces and instantly my mouth is full of the first rope of cum shot from the slaves aching penis. He hollers out his pleasure and I pull my mouth from him. I keep my hand around his cock, not wanting to ruin his orgasm but I also don’t want to drink him down any more than I have already.
His cock pumps out two more quick shots of cum which splatters on my corset and the tops of my breasts. The slave’s tense body relaxes and he sags against his chains. I smile up at him and he returns the gesture.
“Thank you, Kitten.” He moans so quietly I’m not sure I heard him correctly.
I hate to admit it to myself but that was rather fun. I peek around the slave at the crowd and feel butterflies take flight in my stomach. My pussy has rewet itself and I shift my knees together to hopefully conceal this fact.
“It was my pleasure.” I grin and then turn to Sir David.
Nine…
“I just want to wait for my Spiritbond. Can you just hide me until he can find me? I really don’t want to play any games or receive any pleasure.” I use the word Chaos taught me hoping it will make Sir understand who I belong to and where I am supposed to be. A dim light shines in his eyes and I think for a second it had the intended effect.
“Who’s your mate, Kitten?” His head cocks to the side with his interest.
“Chaos.” I say his first name loud and proud. It’s all I know, do spirit wolves even have last names? I bite my lip hating that I know so little.
“Awh, the good white wolf.” He nods his head and squats down so that we are eye to eye. “Is the big bad wolf after his brother’s sweet treat?”
“I think so. I don’t know. I was with Chaos and got hit by a Bullseye. It brought me to a gross bar and I escaped then ran in here hoping to get lost in the crowd but ended up on your stage instead.”
“And a good thing you did Kitten. Let’s go to a private room and chat a bit.” He reaches around my neck and clips a collar in place. The clasp rests at the hollow of my throat and I reach up to touch the closure.
“What’s this?” I snap at him and he chuckles while clipping a leash to the collar.
“In my place you will act as what you truly are. A kitten to a wolf. Crawl for me slut.” Sir David says as he stands and jerks my leash. I pull back and refuse to move.
“I’m so not a slut and you can’t treat me this way.” I reach up to undo the clip and he slaps at my hand so hard I feel the sting in my bones.
“Sluts suck off slaves when they are told and they leak pussy juice down their thighs.” His eyes lower and I follow their path to between my thighs where indeed I have leaked my arousal. “Do not be ashamed of who you are. A good slut is something to cherish and I believe you to be the best of the best. Chaos and I are friends, you know.” This pulls my attention and I squint at him. “Yes, Kitten. We are very good friends. I could teach you a thing or two about your Spiritbond while we wait for the white knight.”