Found

by Jodi Kae

  “Sully might change your plans when he gets here, but for now, we were told to give you full reign over this particular product. Trained properly, she is to bring us the best price yet.”

  Tony, the head guard, leads me to a door, and I prop my mattress on the wall and head back upstairs to find clean sheets and Lysol. Who knows what has been done on this mattress and I refuse to smell any of these men if I don’t have to. He follows me upstairs and gives me a brief introduction to some of the men lying around. I get several dirty looks from a few of them, letting me know they don’t like the new guy, me. I can guarantee that I don’t like them either.

  Returning to my door, I knock lightly. Not that I expected an answer, but not wanting to startle her any more than she has been already, is step 1 in making her comfortable with me. Slowly moving inside and carrying my things to the opposite side of the room from her cushion, doesn’t even make her stir.

  Her body is so still and curled up into the fetal position on a round cushion that is normally used as a dog bed. She is so still that I fear she is not breathing. Moving slowly to her side, I kneel down and place my finger under her nose. Her hair is brushed back away from her face, so I see when her eyes pop open. The color is like the clearest green I have ever seen, and I am held captive by her stare. Not wanting to move or blink for fear that she will close her eyes again and be lost to me forever, has me frozen.

  “Hello Love, my name is Jax. I am here to help you.”

  She closes her eyes with no further response. At least now I know she is breathing, so I move to my bed and set everything up. I glance around at what will be my new home for the next week or so and feel sick to my stomach that this woman or any others have been kept in these dank basement rooms. Two of the walls are concrete, and the other two are unfinished drywall. The floors are bare and cold giving the room a more chilling atmosphere. There is one light bulb that hangs from a wire in the ceiling, but I can’t see a switch anywhere in the room. The light bulb is hung too high for this petite woman to reach and turn it off so that must mean it stays on all the time.

  The room smells damp and moldy, but the Lysol spray I use on the mattress is so strong that I open the door using it to fan the room a little. Still no movement or reaction from her, however, I see goose bumps pop up all along her back. The temperature in this basement is probably only 65° and to a naked woman, it is pretty damn cold. Even in the club life, I am not an asshole Dom. I have always put my subs needs first, but my need to take care of this woman is more than overwhelming. I fear that I will blow my cover just by showing emotion towards this small, fragile woman.

  The camera in the corner is showing a red light, so I am free to do as I please until we are expected to perform. Grabbing the top sheet, I wrap it around her small form, pick her up and place her on the mattress. She is still curled in on herself, so I lie down in front of her and place a protective arm around her. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, but she still doesn’t move. As a show of good intentions, I close my eyes, letting her know I will make myself vulnerable to her as well, and fall asleep.

  Chapter Two

  Stockholm syndrome:

  *feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor.

  Cracking my eyes open just a little bit, I see that my new guard is sound asleep. He is different from the previous guards, but why? Why does he behave differently towards me than the others? Why did they change guards? What is the new plan? Why is he saying he is here to help me when I know what his true intentions are? Will they try to break someone who is already broken?

  My emotions are in turmoil over the loss of my sister and the permanent loss of freedom I feel. What happened to her while she was here? They promised me that she wasn’t taken. It was the only reason I cooperated with every humiliating thing they had me do. I thought the better behaved I was; the better my chances would be for them to keep me here instead of shipping me out. I did not think that they would ramp up my training into something more sinister. A little more time was all I needed for my sister to find me. Now I know she isn’t coming, and I’m out of time to preserve what little sanity I have left.

  Late last night when Jax approached me, his smell was unexpectedly different. The other men here smell of body odor, cigarettes, and alcohol. This incredibly sexy man smells like fresh air and the sweet scent of expensive cigars. I am not a smoker, and normally the smell of any kind of smoking repulses me, but not on this man. Staring at his face, he reminds me of the Vikings of old. With a blonde short cut beard and mustache and a perfectly straight nose, he is movie star material. His eyes are deep set, and I imagine that when he is frustrated, his brow will come forward to shade them a little. Lying here with his face relaxed and his blonde hair fanned out on the pillow, he is beautiful. Men don’t usually like to be called beautiful. However, there is no other way to describe this man.

  Why is he so gentle? What game does he play by bringing me to his bed? Why is his bed in here for that matter? Just then his eyes pop open and his gray gaze locks with mine. Silently we stare, neither one of us blinking until I remember my place. Scrambling off the bed, I get tangled in the sheet he wrapped me in and fall on my ass. Good thing it is just a mattress on the floor, so I didn’t have too far to fall. He sits up immediately and reaches for me. I shake my head and move onto my knees, legs spread wide, hands palm up on my thighs and cast my eyes down.

  ∞∞∞

  Holy heaven above! This woman is exquisite. Her picture does not even compare to her beauty in person. Her eyes are clear green with lashes that extend to her brows. Her lips are so lush a man could lose his mind wrapped up in them. She is naturally submissive and sitting here in front of me exposing her most intimate parts for my viewing. Holy hell! She is perfection. I should have participated in Sav’s activities last night so maybe I wouldn’t be sitting here sporting wood so hard it’s painful.

  “Come here, Love.”

  I pat the mattress beside me, except she doesn’t move. She is either being openly defiant or completely confused about what I expect. What in the hell did these men do to her in the last two weeks? Standing up slowly, I move to stand in front of her and hold out my hand for her to take. She looks up but not at me. Following her gaze, I see that the green light on the camera in the corner is now on. She is definitely paying attention to details and is probably scared to death of what comes next, now that we are being watched. Is she hesitant to follow direction because it’s from me or is she afraid of the others seeing the intimacy that is guaranteed to happen between us? “Love, do you know if there is sound on that camera?” She tilts her head down, so her mouth is hidden.

  “I don’t know,” she whispers.

  I glance up again and see that it is just a ball with an eye but no microphone or sign of a speaker. It is mounted in the corner above my mattress and would show every corner of the room except the one just below it. The lack of sound and the limited line of sight will make it easier to deceive the bastards watching.

  “Love, if they are watching or recording, I am being judged as well as you. It is imperative that you follow my instructions so we can make it out of here unscathed.”

  Finally, she moves her small hand to mine. Pulling her to her feet and moving toward the bed causes her to stiffen but she follows anyway. Sitting down, I pull her onto my lap and feel that her heart is racing like she’s sprinted a mile. Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I place my thumb on her pulse point and rub circles there to calm her. Tears are streaming down her face to splash on my forearm, and it makes me want to kill every man in this house. Have they forced themselves on her? I was told that she is a virgin, and I was brought in to teach her how to please a master. I’m hoping I can get her out of here before we have to perform that particular act on camera. I don’t’ mind being watched but I’m sure she will have a problem with it. If she is the virgin they say she is; she will have a problem with many of the things I plan to
do to her.

  ∞∞∞

  This guard is confusing. What does he mean by he’s here to help me, or we need to get out of here unscathed? Is this a ploy to make me feel indebted to him so I won’t fight whatever he plans to do to me? I didn’t fight the other guards due to self-preservation. As long as I obeyed every humiliating command, they didn’t strike or touch me for the most part. Sometimes their words were cruel, vulgar and embarrassing, but they never touched me intimately.

  This man has only shown kindness, which the others lacked. His touch feels like fire licking over my skin and the heat coming off his body is warming me up for the first time in two weeks. I have been kept naked and cold with no comforts and right now I couldn’t be more comfortable. It’s a little embarrassing to be sitting on his lap in my current state of undress although I only have myself to blame. He did tell me to sit by him on the bed, but I was so scared that he would want to give them a show right now with the camera on. I surprised myself by my disobedience, but even more surprised that he was calm and gave me time to adjust to him.

  My old guard, Sir, told me I would be having sex with my new trainer, and all I can think is, if I am forced to have sex, I’m glad it’s with this man. He doesn’t seem like the others who steal touches just to get their rocks off. I don’t want to have sex with anyone. However, Sir told me I would have sex with many others while my master watches. The thought makes me sick, and I really don’t think I’ll survive being a slave.

  My heart rate has finally returned to normal with his soothing touches. Why is he so patient? Will he expect more from me than just sitting on his lap?

  “Love, we are going to talk with our heads bent so they can’t see our mouths move. Like I said last night, my name is Jax, and I’m here to help you.”

  Help me what? Learn how to please men? Does he really think that he is helping me? Remaining silent like I was taught, he continues.

  “This is not an ideal situation for either one of us, but I need you to trust me.”

  Does that mean he doesn’t want to touch me or have sex with me? Maybe he doesn’t find me attractive. How horrible it has to be for him to sexually train slaves he doesn’t want. I should be relieved that he doesn’t seem happy about what he’s about to do, but this is a new kind of humiliation. Rejection. I can’t control my emotions and tears leak from my eyes again.

  “Love, while the camera is on we will have to perform, but I will start off slow. Has anyone ever touched you intimately?”

  I have never had a boyfriend and the few dates I’ve been on, ended in just a kiss. Sir had grabbed my ass when I didn’t move fast enough and once he brushed his knuckle across my nipple but I wouldn’t call that intimate. It felt more like a punishment than anything I would enjoy.

  Sitting motionless, afraid that if he has an answer he will want to begin, and I’m not ready. Before I realize what has happened, he rolls me to my back and pins my arms above my head with one hand and straddles my legs with his knees pinning them together. Staring at him in shock, not knowing what the proper reaction should be, I lie frozen and unblinking. My mind starts to retreat inside the secret place in my head. Here I feel nothing. My body is numb; my mind checked out, and my heart closed off, so it doesn’t break at my loss of innocence.

  ∞∞∞

  “Love....Are you with me?” Shit! Her bright green eyes have glazed over, and she stares straight ahead like a catatonic patient. Is this how she has survived this place, by just checking out mentally? Bloody hell! These men could have done any number of things to her in this state, and she may not even remember. I moved her into position fast, so she didn’t have time to think about what was happening. She is probably always expecting the worst and trying to talk her through every little thing will look suspicious to the perverts watching. I am going to have to touch this woman in a very intimate way to save her life and mine.

  It’s too soon to try and get her out of this house, and I need Savage in place before I try. There are anywhere from twelve to fourteen guards here at a time, and all of them carry guns except me. They stripped me of mine when I walked in saying, “You don’t need a gun to train the product. Your only job is to train and teach her to pleasure men like a pro.” Stupid bastards!

  Trying to bring her out of her trance, I lean down and wrap my lips around the most perfect nipple I have ever seen and now tasted. She gasps out loud and arches her back, bringing her tits closer as if seeking a firmer touch. Being a Dom for the last seven years has taught me several things: 1. How to tell a fake reaction from a real one. 2. How to bring unimaginable pleasure to the most inexperienced subs. 3. How to make a woman crave my touch like an addict. In that one little taste, I’ve accomplished all three with this naturally submissive, incredibly sexy, innocent woman.

  Usually, a woman’s first time is clumsy and either painful or forgettable. I can guarantee it will be neither for mine. Mine? The harder I suck, the louder she moans until she is moving her hips up and down as if seeking contact. Shit, shit, shit! I was only trying to get her attention and bring her back to reality, and now I have a hard time prying my lips off of perfection. Her little mewls and whimpers keep my lips right where they want to be. Pressing her hips up one more time, her groin makes contact with a very big problem that thinks on its own. If I don’t leave this room right now, I am going to give this woman more than she’s begging for in her lust filled haze. Releasing her hands, I fly off the bed and move to the door slamming it shut behind me.

  ∞∞∞

  My brain decides to come back online when wet heat sears my nipple. Holy shit! How have I gone twenty-one years without at least this little pleasure? Before I know it, I’m alone. Opening my eyes just as the door slams shut leaves me cold again and makes me realize that I will always be alone.

  Having absolutely no experience with this sort of thing, my brain says he’s only doing his job and has no interest pleasuring me; my body aches, devastated. Maybe he didn’t expect that reaction from me. Hell, neither did I. In a slave/master relationship should only the master enjoy himself? It’s devastating to realize that in my new reality, I am just a receptacle, and a means to an end. At least I am to this guard. My potential master wants me to perform daily for his viewing pleasure with multiple people. Why does it hurt so bad that this one man, a guard no less, doesn’t want me at all? Why would he? I am nothing but a slave. Cold and confused, I wrap the sheet around my body and retreat to my safe place once again. Tomorrow I will force myself not to enjoy his touch so much.

  ∞∞∞

  What the hell just happened? Standing in the hallway makes me look like a complete bastard. My goal was only to bring her around so we could talk about how to play this out, except her response threw out the playbook. Not only is she the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on, but she responds like a committed submissive. This is not learned behavior for her. This incredibly responsive woman is a natural sub, and this is why she has been so successful in her training so far. I have never wanted someone more than I want her, and not just for this imaginary job. Something came over me while touching her that I’ve never experienced in my life. The need to mark her and claim what’s mine is my mind, body and souls top priority. I’ve got to get my head out of my ass before my cover is blown, and we are both in danger. Just two more nights until Savage is in position and we can blow this house to kingdom come.

  “Hey man, Jones says things got heated up in there. Maybe now that you relieved her of her innocence, we can all reap the rewards.”

  I look up startled to see Slim standing in the living room. How long has he been there? I have become distracted by Tori, and I need to get my shit together. Tony said this is the guy who told Tori her sister was dead. I’m sure he has his own malicious reasons for trying to upset her. It is taking everything I have not to pop this man in the face. “Sorry to disappoint Mate, but she’s still intact. The last minute drive down has me a little worn out. Maybe tomorrow.” There is no way in hell that any of t
hese men will get close enough to breathe on her, let alone touch what’s mine. Mine? Shit!

  “Well, it’d be good to change it up a little. The redheads not very responsive anymore and the guys are getting bored. They are tired of paying for hookers and the rest of the girls are innocents, so they are hands off until they’re not if you get my drift.”

  This man is going to be the first to die by my hands. Maybe even before Sunday. How the hell am I supposed to keep them away from the redhead, protect Tori and keep my cover? “Where is the redhead, maybe I should blow off some steam so I can stay in control with this one?” Not happening, but I need a distraction and to come up with a plan fast.

  “Next door over, but I wouldn’t bother. She’s not worth the effort.”

  All women are worth it, but it would take more than words to convince this stupid prick. I move to the door he points to and slip inside. Oh shit! Curled up on a cushion is the redhead, eyes staring straight ahead, with her face and body covered in a sheen of sweat. She has deep bruising on the back of her thighs and lower back, no doubt from punishment by inexperienced hands. Moving quickly to her side, I place my hand on her upper back and feel that she is feverish. She doesn’t flinch at my light touch and is in no condition to fight off these stupid pigs in this house.

  “Hey, Bloke,” I holler to the jackass in the hall. He is probably still out there waiting to get his rocks off again. “This woman is really sick. You stupid bastards probably gave her an S.T.D. She needs medical attention and at the very least, Advil for the fever.”

  “Oh shit, man, I can’t bring that shit home to my wife. She’ll leave me this time for sure.”

  She’s not gonna leave you cause you’ll be dead by the end of the week. I will make sure that every one of these bastards pays for what they have done. With the promise to get this sick woman medication or medical help, Dick-wad moves upstairs. I can hear him cursing and telling the other guards about the S.T.D, and I chuckle. That ought to buy her some time until I can get these women out of here. “I’m so sorry sweetheart. This won’t happen ever again.” I promise as I leave her in peace.