“I look bad.”
He took a deep breath in and slowly released it. “Life is rough here and it takes a toll on the bodies of the women, which is part of the reason why we try to get you guys in and out quick. But you still look beautiful.”
“Yeah, sure.” I didn’t feel beautiful. I’d always considered myself cute; after seeing my reflection in the mirror I no longer thought that. I was beginning to look like a drug addict. It made me thankful they didn’t have mirrors anywhere in the dungeon or training rooms of the compound. It took every ounce of willpower in me to turn to the side and see the thick gashes on my back, which were beginning to turn to scars.
“Come on, in the bath; it’ll make you feel better.” Taking my hand he led me to the bath and with a hand on my elbow helped me into the tub of warm water. He knelt by the tub watching me with an unreadable expression as I settled in until the suds came up to my chin. He was right, the soothing warm water felt good engulfing me in its embrace.
Lifting my leg with the tracking device in the air, I pointed to it. “I’m not going to get a shock from the water on this am I?”
“Waterproof. They have to be so we can shower the slaves without bothering to take them off.”
I took a deep breath in and slowly released it, reclining back on the cool porcelain. Turning my head I gave Lance a smile. “Thank you.”
He cocked his head to the side, eyeing me. “For what?”
“For saving me, again.”
“Of course. I wanted to be back sooner, but I had a lot to take care of.” Grabbing the bottle of shampoo he flipped it open.
Dunking my head under the water I emerged, sputtering and laughing, then extended my hand for a glob of shampoo. After he squirted it into my hand I began to lather up. “What did you have to take care of?”
“Business stuff.” His body tensed. Seeing the tension in his body I realized the topic wasn’t open to discussion, not that I expected it to be in the first place. “I got everything I needed to get done, done. So…” he stood and grabbed a bottle from under the sink and passed it to me.
“Conditioner! Ohmygod!” My concerns on what he had done over the past few days evaporated seeing the conditioner. Rinsing the shampoo from my hair I accepted the conditioner and was hit by a huge bout of guilt. I was with him enjoying a warm bubble bath and getting to shampoo and condition my hair and Becca and the other girls were suffering. It made the experience bittersweet to say the least.
“Call to me when you want towels.” Lance rose to his feet and left me to finish up.
I think I spent more time in the bath than I ever had; by the time I called out to Lance for towels my fingers and toes had become shrivelled prunes. I vowed to myself I wouldn’t tell the girls about being here with him, I’d downplay my time here, there was no point in making them feel bad and envious, which I knew it would do because I knew I’d feel that way.
Lance placed a mat on the floor and then held a fluffy blue towel up as I stepped out, wrapping it around my body and then passing another one to me for my hair. I quickly wrapped the spare towel around my hair, turban-style.
“There’s something we need to do before I take you to your surprise.”
“Alright…”
Grabbing my hips he lifted me and helped me up and onto the countertop and then bent, opened the cabinet under the sink and produced some shaving cream and a razor. My brow furrowed, curious on what he planned on doing. When he tugged my towel open and stepped between my legs, parting them wide, I inhaled sharply knowing exactly what he hand in mind.
I let out an unsteady breath, my fingers clutching the counter under me as my pussy immediately began to throb with need.
“I won’t hurt you.” Mistaking my sharp intake of breath as fear he looked up to catch my gaze, as he shook the can and sprayed some of the cream into his hand.
“I know.” I watched as he spread the cream over my mound and lips, coating the blonde stubble that had begun to grow, I spread my legs wider and leaned back against the mirror on the wall giving him better access, exposing myself fully to him. I let out another unsteady breath. The last time I had this done I’d cringed and thought I would die from humiliation, but this time, I don’t think I could have been more turned on.
He slipped his index finger between my folds and took a moment to stroke my clit, sending a tremor through me and I moaned softly. Chuckling he removed his finger from me and I groaned my protest. “Later, pet.”
Picking up the razor, Lance started with the top of my mound and began to strip away the cream and the stubble with it. With each stroke of the razor my excitement built until I could feel my juices slipping from me and slipping down my ass and I began to grind against the razor.
“Stop moving or I’ll end up cutting you baby,” he chastised with a grin on his lips.
“My God, I can’t help it, you’re getting me worked up. It’s your fault I want you.” I did my best to remain still, despite every nerve in my body being on edge and the urge to have him fucking me was nearly unbearable.
He worked silently and if it wasn’t for the large bulge pressing against the front of his jeans I would have thought that performing such an intimate act wasn’t effecting him.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as he finished and straightened. Dropping the razor into the sink, he grabbed a facecloth, dampened it and began to wipe me down, removing all traces of hair and cream that remained. Once done, he bent and brushed his lips across my mouth, kissing me lightly between my legs.
“Oh Yea,” I breathed, closing my eyes and preparing for the delicious assault of his tongue. It never came.
“All done,” Lance said straightening before me.
“What?” My eyes fly and I gawked at him, in disbelief. Hell no! Grabbing the front of his shirt I pulled him down to me, guiding his head between my legs.
He chuckled again, as he allowed himself to be guided back down and to his knees before me. Looking up he caught my gaze, a cocky grin on his lips. “Has your pussy missed me that much?”
“Yes!” I didn’t even have to think about the question.
Kissing the top of my mound, he stroked my slit with two fingers from my anus to my clit and back again as I bucked against his hand, needing more.
“Please, Lance.” I wasn’t too proud to beg, not when the tension between my legs was nearing an unbearable state.
Spreading my pussy lips I watched him lower his mouth to my clit and began to flick and tease it with his tongue, circling the engorged nub and sending me into a fit of moans. He thrust a couple of fingers into my core, stroking me in just the right spot to send me into a state of pure ecstasy. Just when I thought I was going to explode, he slipped his fingers from me and replaced it with his tongue.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back against the mirror behind me.
“Oh baby, don’t worry. Your greedy pussy will have my cock a number of times tonight,” he murmured before plunging his tongue deep into me.
My fingers dug into his skull, as I bucked against his tongue and hand. “Oh yes, I need your cock,” I groaned out, my head thrashing from side to side. The pleasure was so good, wave upon wave washed over me taking me to the point where the only thing that existed was the pleasure and tension and the need to release.
“Oh fuck later,” he growled the sound low and feral, pulling away from me, and before I had a chance to open my eyes the sound of his zipper coming undone echoed throughout the room and his thick member speared me roughly.
Grabbing desperately to his shoulders, I screamed out as his cock sent me over the edge. My pussy clenched around his frantically thrusting cock, begging it for his seed. His lips came crashing down onto mine, claiming me and stifling the moans. The taste of my juices assaulted my senses reminding me that it had just explored my most intimate of places.
Holding tight to him I allowed myself to be swept up in the pleasure and tension once more. His cock’s thrusts were p
owerful and relentless; he wasn’t making love, he wasn’t cherishing the moment, he was fucking me hard and fast like it was the first and last time he’d ever fuck me. His breathing became laboured pants and when his lips left mine and I opened my eyes all I saw was pure lust, it sent a tremble through me and that tremble was his undoing.
Groaning loud, Lance slammed into me a final time, unloading into me. As the third and final spurt of semen filled my greedy core I came, my juices mixing with his, surrounding his entrenched manhood. I fell against his body, holding tight to him and attempting to regain my sanity.
“Mmmm, fuck you’re pussy is so greedy,” he whispered into my ear and then brushed his lips against my temple. “I could spend days doing nothing but fucking you.”
“Only for you,” I whisper and meant it.
He held me a few minutes, keeping his dick inside of me as the mixture of our fluids seeped past his cock and dripped onto the countertop; neither of us noticed or cared.
“Alright, let’s get you into the kitchen so you can have your surprise, I suspect you’ll be wanting it more than ever now. He pulled out of me and I immediately regretted the loss of him in me. Helping me down from the counter, he pulled the towel around my shoulders. “Come on.”
“Okay.” I followed him from the bathroom and into the kitchen.
“Sit down.” He motioned to the tiny two-person table and I quickly took a seat. “Ready for a surprise?”
I nodded eagerly, nearly bouncing from my chair in excitement, as if I were a child at Christmastime.
Opening the fridge, he pulled something out and when he turned around I nearly burst with excitement.
“Is that?” My stomach grumbled just looking at the foot-long Subway sandwich.
“Extra cheese, no veggies.” He turned to the microwave, pulling the sandwich from the plastic bag. “Do you want me to?”
“No! It’s fine.”
He turned back around to face me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I can heat it, it’s not –”
“It’s fine!” I leapt from the chair and snatched it from his fingertips. I had it unwrapped by the time I sat back down. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to grab.” Not waiting for an acknowledgment of my apology I began devouring the first half.
Ohmygod, this is heaven. Surely it’s heaven. I couldn’t recall eating something so good in my life. I didn’t look in his direction until the first half was devoured. When I did look up the wide grin on his face as he watched me stuff my face embarrassed me.
“I’m sorry. It’s so good.” I looked down at the second half. “Do you want the other half?” Despite asking, I prayed he’d say no. I wanted it so bad…
“I’m fine. It’s yours.”
Looking back down at the second half of the sandwich I knew that I should save it or should share it with the other girls. But it smelled so good and I could still taste the mayo on my lips. Before I could give it anymore thought I was devouring the second half, but this time I ate slowly enough to savour the spicy salami and delicious ham and the cheese, oh the cheese was incredible. This had to be the best sub I’d ever had in my life.
Once done, I slumped back in the chair and closed my eyes, a huge smile spreading across my lips. I felt overstuffed, not wanting to move from the chair. The sub was more food in one sitting than I usually ate in three or four days here at the compound.
“Good?”
“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it,” I replied, not opening my eyes. “It was like an orgasm for the tastebuds.” His laughter forced me to open my eyes to look over at him.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Thank you. I think I was too busy shoving it into my mouth to thank you.”
He went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Coca-Cola. My mouth began to water as I eyed the soda. “I was going to give you this, but didn’t want to interrupt and get bit or smacked for getting too close.”
A burst of laughter escaped me. “Shut it. Ass.”
Chuckling, he opened the bottle, passed it to me then retook his position leaning against the kitchen counter, one ankle casually crossed over the other. “Is that the kind of way to talk to the guy who just bought you dinner?”
I took a hearty swig of the Coke, drinking down close to a third of the bottle. Mmmm. Liquid sugar. So good. How could I have ever taken these things for granted? I knew if I ever got out of there I’d never take those things for granted again. Before I knew what was happening, a massive burp escaped me. My hand attempted to cover my mouth, but it wasn’t near fast enough.
Mortified, I cringed, not able to look at Lance. “Excuse me,” I managed to murmur. I’d never belched in front of a guy before, but when the roar of laughter erupted from him the embarrassment quickly faded. Considering what I’d experienced in front of him and at his own hand, this was hardly something to be embarrassed about.
“If you’re done, follow me. I got another surprise for you.”
“Another surprise? I don’t think I can handle much more.”
He laughed and extended his hand to me. “Come on.” Taking his hand I followed him into the bedroom. The bedroom was pretty lackluster in appearance, small with beige walls, a queen-sized bed, a dresser and nightstand with a closet on the far side of the room.
Releasing my hand he went to his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers and tossed them on the bed. “While you’re here you can wear these.”
Grinning, I pulled off the towels from around both my hair and body, dropping them to the floor and snatching the white Budweiser t-shirt from the bed, and then stepped into the boxers – the t-shirt fell to my knees and I had to knot the boxers in the front to keep them up, but I was hardly complaining. “Food and clothing, I’m almost thinking you’re hoping to get lucky again tonight.” I gave him a wink and then bent to pick up the discarded towels.
He cocked a brow at me and returned my smile. “Now, if I planned that, then why would I bother giving you the clothing?”
“Foreplay so you can take it back off?”
He didn’t respond, but gave his eyebrows a little wiggle that made me giggle.
Chewing at my bottom lip I toyed with asking him the question I’d been wondering since he’d rescued me from the near rape. “Can I ask you something?” Not wanting to see him stare at me, I fingered the hem of the t-shirt.
“You can ask, not sure I can answer…”
“Were you going to kill Connor?”
“Yes.” His answer said so bluntly and with such disconnection of feeling had me looking back up into his eyes.
“You would have? Really?”
“He’s lucky I didn’t kill him since that was my first impulse. But I’d prefer not to rock the boat at the moment and had I killed him then we wouldn’t have this time together. He’ll get what’s coming to him – in time.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just what I said and that’s all I can say about that.” Reaching behind himself, he pulled the gun from the back of his jeans, flicked on the safety and placed it on the dresser. “One more surprise, come on to the living room.”
I watched him walk away and then over at the gun. I could make it to the gun and turn the safety off before he got to me, I had no doubt about that.
“Aren’t you scared I’ll take the gun and try to escape?”
He froze in his tracks just inside the threshold, his body framed in the doorway. He slowly turned to face me, his expression a blank slate, devoid of emotion. “Nope.”
I glanced at the gun and then back at him. “Why not? It has six shots, should be enough to get me out of here, even if I had to shoot my way out.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, he jerked his chin toward the gun. “Then by all means.” A stone silence settled over the room as we stared into each other’s eyes. “Well, go on… Take it, it could be your only chance at freedom.”
I stood staring at him, my mind whirling, feeling numb.
“Take the g
un Gwen. Now,” he commanded, pushing me into action.
Grabbing the gun from the dresser I held it limply in my hands. I’d shot rifles before, my father was an avid hunter and had taken me along with him. But could I possibly shoot someone, shoot Lance?
“Raise the gun and point it at me.”
Lifting my head I caught his gaze and did as told. My hands shook and I nearly dropped the gun a couple of times. If I got away then I could notify the police and save all the other girls. Maybe I could put an end to this. I could go back to my life. I’d avoided being raped tonight, but what about next time? This could be my one and only chance.
I closed my eyes and tried to slow my racing heart. When I reopened my eyes Lance was directly in front of me. He put his hand under the barrel of the gun and centered it at his chest.
“Turn off the safety.”
I couldn’t. My body was frozen so he reached out and undid it for me. My finger slipped to the trigger.
“Now pull the trigger, Gwen. Do it.”
My hands began shaking so bad I was scared I’d drop the gun as tears filled my eyes.
“What are you waiting for?” His tone was so even, not even a hint of nervousness in either his expression or his voice.
Why wasn’t he scared? Was this a game? A test? Was the gun even loaded?
“It’s loaded, Gwen,” he confirmed as if reading my mind. “You just have to pull the trigger.”
The trembling in my hands increased and my legs felt like they may give out from under me. I closed my eyes and the smell of his aftershave drifted into my senses; for the rest of my life every time I caught a whiff of that scent I’d think of him. “I can’t,” I whispered.
“I’m not a good man Gwen, no matter what you think you know about me. Thousands of people have died because of me and the people here. Thousands more will. Tens of thousands. I’ve killed people with my own hands. Think of the girls downstairs, you can help them. Just. Pull. The. Trigger.”
I looked back up into his eyes and they remained emotionless. What was he talking about? Thousands of people? Because of him? Why was he doing this? I had to stop thinking, he was standing between me and freedom. The tears brimming my eyes began to slide down my cheeks as I applied pressure on the trigger.
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