Reece and the other slave each grab a handle of one of the tubs and carry it towards the door. Kayden tosses his last pressed sheet into the basket and comes over to help me. We each hold one side of the tub and head for the door. We’re walking around the back of the laundry building when my foot catches on something and I hurtle forwards, the tub tips sideways. My hands go out to break my fall and I feel a stinging on my palms and knees as I hit the ground. Kayden kneels down beside me and examines my hands. “Are you okay baby?” he asks, kissing my sore palms. He pulls up my pant legs and checks my knees; he presses his lips against my grazed skin. My hands are red but there’s no damage. As Kayden helps me up I spot the female guard heading our way.
“Who’s responsible for this?” Only now do I notice the upturned tub and the once clean laundry that is now scattered across the mud. She scowls and her cold eyes flick between me and Kayden. “I said, who is responsible?”
I’m about to own up when Kayden replies, “It was me ma’am, I tripped.”
“I’ll decide your punishment later. Pick it up. Now. You’ll be re-washing it this evening.” She stands there with her hands on her hips. Kayden begins picking up the laundry and putting it back in the tub. I start to help him when the guard calls out, “Stop. He dropped it, he’ll pick it up.” I don’t know what to do so I just stand there. Kayden picks up the tub and takes it back to the laundry and the guard follows him. She glances over her shoulder at me. “Don’t stand there like a statue, slave. Get back to work.”
I help Reece and the other slave hang the washing on the lines. “What did you do to upset her?” Reece asks.
“I tripped over and dropped the washing.”
He sucks air through his teeth. “I feel for you, her punishments are nasty.”
My stomach lurches. I can’t let Kayden be punished for something I did. The guard returns and stands watching us, her arms folded across her chest. I stand in front of her and lower my head. “Permission to speak please ma’am.”
“No,” she says, “get back to work.”
When Kayden comes back I tell him that I tried to explain to the guard it was my fault, but I only get half my sentence out before the guard tells us we’re not allowed to speak. I hate this damn place and I hate this guard most of all.
Kayden and I are pegging a sheet onto the line and the guard is busy watching Reece and the other slave, she’s too far away to hear us if we speak quietly and the sheet will keep us hidden from her view. “I tried to tell her it was my fault but she wouldn’t let me speak. I’ll try to tell her again later,” I whisper.
He frowns at me and shakes his head. “That ain’t happening baby. I’m not letting anyone punish you.” He looks across at Reece. “He’d better keep away from you while I’m gone or me and him are gonna have problems.”
Jeez, I don’t know what happened between the two of them but they seem to hate each other. I hold on to Kayden’s arm hoping he won’t go over to Reece. “How long do you think you’ll be gone for tonight?”
“Too damn long, I’ve been away from you too much already,” He sighs and shrugs his shoulders. “I dunno, I’ve got punishment and then laundry, so a few hours I guess.”
I stroke my hand over his arm. “I’m going to be worrying about what they’re doing to you.”
He pulls me back into his arms and rubs his nose against mine. “Don’t worry, I’m a big boy, I’ll be fine.”
“What happened between you and Reece?”
He frowns at me. “Nothing happened; I just know what he’s like, he’s gonna be trying to get in your pants.”
“He said the same thing about you.”
Kayden laughs quietly. “He’s right, I love getting in your pants but that’s okay coz you’re mine.”
I can’t help grinning, he’s such a goof. “No silly,” I slap him on the arm, “I mean he pretty much said you’re a male slut and all you want is sex.”
I swallow as the grin falls from his face. “He said what?” Oh hell, me and my big mouth. He glares at Reece as he picks up the empty bath tub. I hope he isn’t planning on hitting him with it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kayden
I love watching her eat. I so badly want to kiss her little pink lips right now. I stroke my hand across the small of her back. Sometimes, when I look at her my heart feels like it’s gonna burst. She puts the last forkful of meat into her mouth and I snatch the fork, drop it onto the plate and pull her in for a hug. I need her close to me. Fuck it, I’m really gonna miss her tonight. The alarm sounds to let everyone know the meals over but I don’t want to let Savannah go. I rub my cheek against hers. “I love you baby.”
She pecks me on the lips and smiles at me. “I love you. Try not to be too long.” She gets up and I walk over to the door with her. I know I can’t go with her but I want to watch her leave.
The guard doesn’t let them out, instead she searches around in the kitchen cupboards and brings over two metal buckets which she drops at my feet. I guess she wants me to clean the kitchen as punishment, that seems a bit tame for her and why the fuck would I need two buckets. I’m still frowning when she lugs over a big bag full of sand and tells me to fill the buckets with it. She fills a big jug with water. I look at Savannah; she’s raising her eyebrows at me. I shrug; I dunno what the hell’s going on. She pours the water on top of the sand and I watch as the sand soaks it up; she’s standing in front of me with her hands on her hips and a stupid smile on her face. “Slave, you seem to have a problem keeping hold of things, you obviously need more practice.” She nods her head towards the buckets. “Pick them up, one in each hand.” I do as she says. “Raise your arms out to your sides, up to your shoulders.” The buckets are heavy but I manage to do it. I look over at Savannah and a little smile creeps onto my face, I know she likes my muscles and she’s got a good view of them right now. She’s not smiling though, she looks worried. I frown as the guard steps in between me and Savannah and blocks my view of her. “You will hold that position for the next hour.” I’m not smiling anymore. “If your arms fall even an inch, you’ll earn yourself extra time. I can keep you here all night if I have to.” She opens the door to take the slaves to the cell; Savannah looks back at me as she walks through it. I smile, to let her know it’s gonna be okay, though I’m not sure it is.
The guard comes back a few minutes later, she puts a chair in front of me and sits down on it, a smug grin on her face. If I have to spend the next two hours looking at her I think I’m gonna puke. I close my eyes and think of Savannah’s beautiful face and it’s like she’s standing right here in front of me and I’m looking into her sparkly eyes that show me everything she’s thinking. I can see her soft, pale skin and her sweet, pink lips. I smile as I imagine those lips wrapped around my cock. Shit no. I need to think of something else, I don’t want to get a boner in front of this bitch. I snap my eyes back open and look down at my junk, there’s no obvious bulge so I’m good. What the hell am I gonna do to amuse myself for the next hour? Maybe I can talk to the guard, it’s better than nothing. “What music do you like?” I ask her.
“Shut up.” Okay, I guess I won’t talk to her then, fuck her; I don’t give a shit what music she likes anyway. I look around at the kitchen. I wonder what we’re gonna get for dinner tomorrow. I smile, remembering the first time that Savannah cooked for me. That was a mistake, I’m feeling hungry now. Sighing, I try to find something to think about that won’t get me horny or hungry. I can’t see a clock anywhere; I wish I knew how much longer I have to stand here. Maybe I should sing to myself, or maybe I should sing out loud and out of tune, that might get rid of the miserable cow. “Do you find this amusing?” She says. Shit. I didn’t realise I was snickering. “You just earned yourself another thirty minutes.” What? Fuck this shit. Evil fucking bitch. I know I’m glaring at her but I can’t help it. “Your arms moved, get them back up. You’ll now be here for two hours.”
Bitch. It’s probably not a good idea to sing out loud, I’l
l sing silently inside my head. I think back to the songs I’ve heard and close my eyes as the words to ‘Titanium’ float through my brain. It kinda fits how I feel right now. I bounce my head to the imaginary music. Okay that must have killed about five minutes. These buckets are starting to get heavy. I grit my teeth and try to think of another song, one I’ve heard enough times to remember the words. Another five minutes wasted.
I spend the next God knows how long singing stupid songs that I don’t even like, anything to take my mind off the burning, fucking pain in my arms, shoulders and the top of my back. I look down at the guard, she seems bored. I’ve never hit a woman but I really wanna hit her. I close my eyes and think of the only thing that can take my mind someplace else. Savannah. I imagine her standing behind me, her head resting on my shoulder. She smells of lemons and she’s naked, maybe so am I, I dunno, I’m definitely topless because I can feel her nipples pressing against my back and her nipples are hard. I moan as her soft lips kiss my neck and shiver as she breathes into my ear and tells me she loves me, then she nibbles on my earlobe. She smooths her warm, soft, little hands all the way up from the base of my spine to my shoulders then runs her nails all the way back down again. Oh that feels so good. She strokes her hands over my back again and then uses her fingers to knead the sore muscles in my shoulders, which helps a lot. Her nipples press against my back again but this time she rubs her boobs over my back and whispers in my ear, “We should cover each other in oil and let our bodies slide all over each other.” I bite my lip as my whole body shivers.
“What the hell are you doing?” My eyes snap open, the guard’s standing in front of me. “Are you getting off on this? Pervert,” she yells. I look down at the floor, I can feel my face burning up and my arms are shaking with the strain of holding up these fucking buckets. I beg my body to keep going, please hold out, I can’t do another hour of this. I can’t. The guard sits back down and I decide I’d better focus, I wish I knew how much time I had left. I could be holding Savannah right now. I hate this place. No matter what, I’m never coming back here again.
It seems like forever before I hear the words, “Put the buckets down.” Oh thank God. They clatter as I drop them to the floor. I wrap my arms around my body to try to stop my muscles from shaking but it don’t help. She has me empty the sand outside and put the buckets away and then leads me to the laundry. Damn, I forgot I had to wash everything over again. I’m expecting her to tell me to wash the laundry we dropped earlier but instead she points to a basket of clean laundry. “Take that outside.” I’m not gonna argue with her, I just want to get this done so I can be with Savannah. I wheel the basket outside. “Tip it onto the ground.” What? “Tip it onto the ground. Now.” I do as she says. “Tread on it. Rub it into the mud, get it good and dirty.” Oh just great, she’s gonna make me re-wash this as well. As I use my feet to rub the sheets into the mud, I want to cry, which I know is pathetic but it’s gonna take me most of the night to wash this. I won’t get any time with Savannah. If that prick Reece has hit on her I’m gonna beat the crap out of him.
My arms feel like lead weights, they won’t work properly and my muscles ache. I need to put pressure on the board to scrub the laundry, this is gonna take forever. I hear the door close and I turn my head, the guard has gone. I stop scrubbing and rub my arms to try to get some life back into them. I hear the door unlocking, so I get back to work.
“Kade?”
I recognise that voice.
“I never thought I’d see you back here Kade, how are you doing?”
I haven’t seen her for eight years but she hasn’t changed much. She’s still got short, spiky, red hair and big boobs. I remember she was about ten years older than me, so she must be about thirty-six now. I look down at her hands; she’s still got those long red fingernails. An image comes into my mind of her clawing them down my back; I lower my head and look at the floor. “I’m okay ma’am.”
“Ma’am? Since when did we get so formal? You can look at me you know.” I lift my gaze from the floor. She’s crossed her arms over her chest and she’s smiling down at me with one eyebrow raised. “What did you do to get sent back here?”
“I killed someone.”
Her eyes open wide and she laughs. “Wow. Did you kill them with those bare hands of yours?” She licks her lips, she’s one sick bitch. “Who did you kill? What did they do to you?”
“It’s a long story.” I turn around and get back to the laundry. “I’ve got work to do.”
“Yeah, I was told I was supervising someone who was being punished for dropping laundry. That doesn’t sound like you Kade. You were never the clumsy type.” I don’t have anything to say to that, so I say nothing. “So, who are you protecting? You’re taking the blame for someone else.”
“Bailey, I’m tired. I just wanna get this done so I can go to sleep.”
She squats down beside me. “You used to be a lot more fun.” She strokes her fingernail along my bicep and puts her lips to my ear. “Take a break,” she whispers, “I can make you forget all about sleep.”
I lean away from her. “I’ve got a girlfriend now.”
She shrugs. “So.”
“So, I don’t wanna cheat on her. I love her.”
She throws her head back and laughs, then she slaps me on the arm. “Whipped much.” I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths; she’s starting to piss me off. “So who is she? She’s not a guard because I’d know about it, so she must be a slave.” She has a big grin on her face. “She must be a level three because you wouldn’t get to see her otherwise.” She taps her finger against her lip, I try to focus on the damn laundry and ignore her. I wanna get this done and get back to Savannah. She puts her hand on my arm. “You’re going to be here all night doing that.”
“No I’m not. I can work fast when I want to.”
She laughs and I scrub harder at the sheet. I throw the now clean sheet into the tub and reach for a muddy one. “Whoa, whoa,” she says. I frown at her. “Not so fast Kade. Let me check that, hold it up for me.” Sighing, I pick up the clean sheet and hold it out to her. She screws up her nose and shakes her head. “That’s not good enough. Wash it again.” Bullshit. As I throw the clean sheet back into the tub, water splashes onto the floor. “I told you you’re going to be here all night. I think your girlfriend will get fed up with you real fast when you get punished every night. I mean, it’s not much fun for her if she never gets to see you is it?”
I glare at her. “I don’t plan on fucking up enough to get punished every night.”
She smiles. “Hmm, I’m working every night this week Kade. I’m picky, I’m sure to find fault with something you do.”
I clench my fists. “Are you fucking threatening me, Bailey?”
She stands up. “I’m sure your girlfriend will be fine, she’ll have Reece to keep her company. He’s almost as good with his tongue as you are, I don’t think she’ll be disappointed.” My fingernails dig into my palms. She’s mine. If he touches her, I’ll kill him. “If you give me what I want Kade, you won’t have to worry about Reece, will you.”
“Why don’t you fuck Reece instead? He’d give his left nut to have you.”
“I have, but he’s not as good as you and besides, I like a little variety.” She smiles again and I want to slap it straight off her face. “I suggest you get on with the laundry slave. You can think about how Reece probably has his finger in your girlfriend’s cunt while you do it.”
Fuck this. Standing up I kick the tub of washing across the floor and move to sit in the corner of the room with my back to the wall. I lay my head on my arms.
“I will punish you if you don’t get that laundry finished slave.”
“You already said you’re gonna keep me here all night, so go ahead and punish me Bailey, if it makes you feel good. I’m done. I’m tired, I’m going to sleep.” I close my eyes but I know I won’t be able to sleep.
“Okay, if that’s the way you want to play it, you can go back to
the cell.” I open my eyes and stare at her. What’s she up to now? “You can take tonight to think things over.” She leans down and puts her face close to mine. “I have lots of ways to make your life miserable. In a couple of weeks you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”
As she leads me back to the cell, I try to look on the bright side; at least I didn’t have to finish the laundry. As Bailey unlocks the cell door, Savannah springs up off the floor and comes running towards me. She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me tight. “Kayden, I’ve missed you. Are you okay?”
I wrap my arms around her and nuzzle into her warm, soft neck. “I love you, baby.” I hear the door slam behind me, I glance over my shoulder, Bailey’s gone. I dunno whether I should tell Savannah about her or not. I don’t wanna worry her if I don’t have to. Bailey knows who Savannah is now, that may be a bad thing but she would have found out anyway. I rub my nose against Savannah’s.
“How are your arms?” she asks me.
I look into her beautiful eyes and smile at her. “The same as my shoulders and back, burning.”
“Oww, shall I massage them?”
My smile turns into a grin, I love feeling her hands on me. “Yes please, baby.”
I pull off my shirt and lie on the floor on my stomach, she sits on me, her thighs either side of my hips and slides her hands from the base of my spine to my shoulders, then she lies down on top of me and nips at my neck. I shiver. She giggles and her warm breath tickles me. She begins to knead my shoulders with her soft hands, it hurts a bit at first but I feel my muscles start to loosen.
I gasp as I feel her nipples against my back; she must have taken her top off. I quickly turn my head to check that Reece and the silent guy are asleep. “Relax, they’re asleep, I already checked,” she whispers in my ear. I laugh, she knows me too well.
She kisses the back of my neck as she runs her hands along my arms. Her touch always soothes me; she always makes me feel better. I feel the heat from her pussy against my back and bite down on my lip as my dick gets hard. “I want you. I wanna make love to you,” I whisper to her. I shiver again as she sticks her warm, wet tongue in my ear.
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