Stolen Flame

by D W Marshall

  We decided to have an impromptu pool party. Nothing big. Get your ass in a suit and meet us in the pool area.

  The Girls

  I don’t have the desire to swim and play. Moreover, I don’t want to see any of the guards. Especially Carson. I hate him for not being sympathetic to my needs, but mostly I despise him for not being Dominic. I appreciate that they thought of me, but I skip it.

  I grab a peach protein shake out of the fridge and guzzle it, not even bothering to taste it. The world seems dimmer somehow. I make it to my bedchamber and fall back into bed.

  Maybe I can sleep away the next seven weeks. I don’t even bother with the next scheduled meals. Why eat? Today is all I’ve got. I know tomorrow is another story. Mason won’t approve of my sleeping through his Chamber, but today I can.

  Today I can sleep and sulk and pout and refuse myself nutrition, all in the name of sadness.

  I don’t know what time it is when my covers are wrenched off of me. I know it’s nighttime. I shoot up in alarm. It’s too bright in here. I squint. “What the hell!” I yell. Who’s waking me up in such a manner?

  “We are worried about you.”

  It’s Sunshine. I can tell by her Caribbean accent. I squint in her direction and see that she isn’t alone. They are all there, standing around my bed.

  “We are not going to let you shrivel up and die, Flame,” she says. “You’re a fighter. We all are. Now get up so we can get some food in you.”

  The last thing I want is food. I don’t get up, because although the words are sweet, none of them know the loss I feel. Worse, I did it to myself. I let him walk away.

  “Please go away so I can die in peace.” I pull my pillow over my head.

  But my sisters are not taking no for an answer. The six of them begin jumping and flopping onto my bed. I can’t ignore them, so I relent. I let them pull me by the arms toward the kitchen. Sunshine has one arm and Sapphire has the other.

  “Fine. You guys really suck. You know that, right?”

  “Yep. All you have to do is eat and we will leave you alone,” Sky chimes in.

  “I said ‘fine.’ Is it okay if I hate each and every one of you right now?” I ask, shooting all six of them a dagger stare when they plop me into a chair in the dining room.

  “Yes, ma’am…as long as you eat,” Sunshine states.

  Someone places a bowl of soup in front of me. Everything is still dim. Even my sisters lack their normal colors. My sense of smell is diminished, but I can’t miss a faint hint of bacon. My interest piques.

  “Did you guys make bacon?”

  “Yes, we did,” Raven says and places a plate of smoky meat in front of me.

  “Sneaky,” I say. They know how much I love it. “Sneaky and shameful.” Inside I smile.

  My body lightens. These ladies really know me. Tears drip onto my plate. It’s all too much. Being here, without my family and friends, Dominic’s unexpected exit, and the love of my sisters. In a sudden move, twelve arms embrace me.

  We are a family.

  I sit with my girls and devour my favorite food. I didn’t realize how hungry I am until I eat.

  I don’t touch the soup, just the bacon.

  The girls sit with me and talk among themselves. They include me now and again. I can tell they’re trying to act like everything is okay and normal.

  “We know how much you miss Tyson, but we need you, too,” Raven says. “We have seven weeks in this bitch, and we all have to band together and stay strong. Besides, I’m sure he’ll be waiting for you on the outside when you get out.”

  That thought thrills and scares me. I glance down at my plate, trying not to cry. I have cried so much already. They are right. It was my decision to stay, and I have to be strong.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  End-of-the-Year Party

  We are at the homestretch. Time is flying by, and I’m ever grateful.

  My world still feels emptier without Dominic. I miss everything about him. He made me feel important from day one in The Chamber. I hope that he is there when I’m released. I want to see his beautiful face and behold his captivating gaze. There is nothing better than being on the opposite end of his hazel eyes peering into your heart.

  The last few weeks are business as usual—five days in my Chamber, two days off. Without Mr. Creepy being here it has lost its eerie feeling.

  Mason announces that in the tradition of Chambers past, we are inviting all of the lottery winners for an end-of-Chamber party. Violet’s groomer told her that every year during the last month, Mason holds an orgy as a send off.

  I’m seriously praying that this isn’t true.

  When Ivy informs us that she heard the same thing, fear shoots through each of us. The audacity of this is off the charts and one more thing to force my subconscious to absorb.

  An orgy. A free-for-all. No Dominic.

  Mason decides to host the event on a night that all of the lottery winners are in attendance, basically substituting for a night in The Chamber.

  There’s no lengthy preparation.

  We’re all shuttled into the same ballroom where the coming out took place in the buff. The room is breathtaking. Mason has it set up like an opulent sex den. Heavy fabrics in deep purple, lavender, pink, gold, and red fill the room and hang from the ceiling as veiled curtains. The floors are lined with huge pillows in the same hues. Gold dust is everywhere. Tables dripping with grapes, cheese, and wine-filled goblets are sprinkled around the entire area. The music compliments the décor, with heavy trancelike tones.

  Stunning.

  The lottery winners are eagerly awaiting our arrival. I am nervous. Not because of the men, I know them all. Some of them I have grown close to in the last year. How could I not? The setting is what has my stomach in knots. My Chamber offers me a privacy that is absent in this vast space. At any moment, I will be able to look up and see one of my sisters, and they will be able to see me.

  The thought is unsettling.

  Seven to thirty-five, without Mr. Creepy and including Mason is a terrible ratio. Mason’s nude presence lets me know he has every intention of participating. How will this work, with five men to each one of us? That isn’t an orgy…that is something else entirely.

  My question is answered in the next few minutes. At least twenty naked women fall in line behind us. A few I recognize, and I’m in shock. Most of our female groomers join us, including Zion. She doesn’t look the least bit nervous. Her body is amazing. Roxy is in line, and of course, I don’t miss Ivory. I’ve never seen the rest of the women before. There are now twenty-seven of us—much better.

  Fear shoots through me as to how the other women were acquired. I don’t have long to ponder before Mason makes an announcement. There’s a small stage set up, and Mason steps onto the stage in all of his glory, his erection full, long, and pointing up. He is completely at ease with his body. He hasn’t reacquainted me with his cock since my first night in The Chamber, but I know some of my sisters have gotten to know that part of his body very well.

  “Welcome. Welcome.” He looks out at the sea of naked men, then he scans the room to find us all lined up, awaiting further instructions.

  Carson, my new personal guard, is by my side. He hands me a piece jewelry—a bracelet? My eyes give away my confusion. He indicates that I’m supposed to wear it around my upper arm. Oh.

  It’s a beautiful arm cuff—a snake with large, ruby eyes. I wind it onto my upper arm. The girls are all donning them. The beautiful snake, rope, and flowers cuffs all add to the exotic theme.

  “As always, I stand before you sad to see this year come to an end. What a wonderful year in The Chamber it has been!” Mason is over-animated.

  He gestures for the men to rise. They do as they are told. Thirty-four very naked, very aroused men stand. Mason reaches for a goblet and gestures for the men to follow. They each grab a goblet from a table near them.

  “May tonight be memorable and enjoyable. To The Chamber!” he says wit
h excitement, and takes a draw of the liquid.

  The men repeat his toast and take swigs from their goblets. Mason gestures for us to enter. We start out in a single file line, but break from the line to find our first sexual partners. I don’t actually pick. I just stop at the first random man I come across. I have had sex with all of them. It’s Mr. X.

  “Flame,” He breathes my name.

  Mr. X sits back onto a soft purple pillow, his erection pointing at me. I follow him down to the floor and take his erection into my mouth. I start out licking the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around and around. I know what he likes. I slowly slide my mouth down the length of his cock, and pull my mouth back up with a sucking motion.

  When I feel hands upon my rump, I’m caught-off-guard. I don’t look back. I’m singular in my attention to Mr. X. I feel my legs being spread apart, and I continue sucking Mr. X’s cock. When I feel a tongue on my sex, I’m taken by surprise. Still, I don’t look back.

  I suck his cock faster, pulling his length deeper into my mouth. The tongue that is between my legs finds my clitoris and begins sucking, the ache between my legs is increasing.

  The excitement stirring between my legs becomes evident in how I suck the cock before me. I take it out on Mr. X, and from the moaning and hip thrusts coming from him, he’s enjoying every bit of it. My tongue bathes his length, then I drive him into my mouth and suck without rest until he spills into my mouth. I feel him pull me toward him, causing the person who’s pleasuring me to stop. I was so close.

  Mr. X pulls me onto his length and I slam him deep inside of me. He brings our third party around in front of me and I see that it was Zion tasting me. What? In an unexpected move, she sits on his face.

  The sheer sensory overload turns me on.

  His cock is buried inside of me. Zion is grinding her pussy onto his face.

  She gazes at me through hooded lids. Her dark auburn hair falls in messy curls around her shoulders. She is so fucking sexy. I don’t back away when her lips touch mine. I’ve never kissed a woman before. Her tongue dances tenderly with mine. She reaches out and touches my breasts, pinching my nipples. Never taking her mouth away from mine, I answer back, my tongue rough in her mouth.

  Zion’s fingers finds my clitoris and she starts rubbing it with quick movements.

  “Fuck, that feels so…fuck.”

  He eats her pussy and I’m so turned on. She grinds on his face, faster. She mewls and groans, her sex sounds are undoing me. That, and the swell of the cock inside of me cause my breathing and heart rate to climb and climb. I squeeze my pussy around his cock, and I bounce and buck.

  My skin flushes and my muscles contract as waves crash into me. I’m falling and tumbling.

  “Fuck. This is… Yes!” I shout before I shatter into a million pieces in overwhelmed pleasure. In the seconds that follow, Mr. X fills me with his essence in a series of shudders and growls.

  In perhaps the sexiest thing I have ever experienced, Zion comes in front of me. She kisses me and moans into my mouth. Well, damn.

  Not bad for my first experience with a chick. I learn quickly that tonight it will not be my last. My next experience with a female comes when Mason has his turn with me.

  “My dear Flame. I’m delighted to get to sink my dick back inside of you again.”

  I don’t speak, because I have nothing to say to that. He’s up on his knees and he brings me down to mine. He guides my mouth toward his erection. I take him into my mouth.

  “I really was sad to have to dismiss Tyson. I know how in love the two of you are, but I had no choice. He is blind when it comes to you. Ahh. You are very talented,” he says, complimenting me on my technique.

  I move my mouth up and down his length, taking in nearly its entirety. I feel it hit the back of my throat.

  “We have company,” he says.

  I look up and see Sapphire standing in front of us. She bends down and pulls his cock from my mouth and draws it into hers. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve never been in this situation. I watch her skillfully lick and suck Mason’s cock, and then, surprising myself, I steal it back from her and wrap my lips around it and begin to suck him. Mason is enjoying us fighting over his most cherished body part. He rubs our heads and brings them closer to each other. He wants us to pleasure him at the same time.

  We do. We share his cock.

  While I work the tip with my tongue, Sapphire licks and sucks his shaft. Then we switch. When Mason has had enough, he aggressively tosses me onto a huge, blood orange pillow. He pulls me back so that I’m on all fours with my back arched and my rump in the air. Mason slams his entire length inside of me. Sapphire appears in front of me. She kisses me, while Mason fucks me blind, in the way only he can. He fucks with a combination of never-ending speed and powerful thrusts. In and out, faster and harder, he sinks his cock inside of me. I explode around him. The insides of my sex contract aggressively.

  Sapphire is next. Their encounter is more intimate. She sinks down onto his cock. I watch her grind on him, but he pulls her to his chest and takes her into a passionate kiss. They are not fucking. They are making love. I feel embarrassed even watching.

  I step around them and wander through the party, watching the orgy unfold. In one corner, I see a woman lying on her back with three people kissing and fondling her, all the while her sex being pounded by one of the lottery winners. In another area, Ivy’s pussy is in Ivory’s mouth, while one of the lottery winners’ cock is down her throat. So much sex, I can smell it in the air.

  It makes me miss Dominic even more. I wish he were here. I miss his Thunderdick. The thought of having to share him makes me reconsider.

  In another area, I see one of the pleasure horses has been brought out, and one of the lottery winners is pulling random women to pleasure themselves while he watches. My girl Sunshine is on the horse right now, working it. Just when I think everyone is in their own little world, completely unaware of my silent observations, someone takes me by the hand. I’m led by another lottery winner to a very private area. This area is draped by jewel-toned blue netting that gives it an exclusivity. I remember this winner. He was always romantic and tender. He had a kinky side, but even when I was tied up, he was gentle with me.

  “I think I’m going to miss you most of all, Flame.”

  I sit on one of the pillows across from him. He hands me a goblet and I take a drink. Warm, delicious liquid slides down my throat. A sweet wine?

  “In another world, I would have liked to really get to know you. You’re the kind of woman that I would like by my side in life,” he says.

  I’m confused. “But I have sex with guys in a sex Chamber.” Why would he want me by his side?

  “Not by choice. I know that you were forced into this. You all were. I bet you’re a college student or something. You probably have a nice boyfriend back home and a bright future ahead of you.”

  I nod. “I was a virgin before I came here,” I tell him.

  “If you were mine this would have never happened to you. Perhaps we can keep in touch when you are released? I would like us to get to know each other better.”

  No thanks, buddy. Why would I choose a man who frequents a place like this? Dominic worked here, but I am the first and only girl he has ever slept with inside of this place. He also told me how dark his life was when he came here. Now that he’s found the light, even he knows this place is wrong.

  “That might be nice. A girl can never have too many friends,” I lie.

  I have no intention of getting to know him. At least not the way he means. I really want him to just get on with fucking me so that I can get this evening over with.

  After too much talking, Mr. Romance finally gives me what I want. He sinks his cock inside of me over and over until he comes apart at the seams, releasing me from his private room, and wandering off to find his next conquest.

  By the end of the night, I’m exhausted. I have been fucked and sucked enough to last a lifetime. All
in all, our celebration is a success. When my sisters and I make it to our bedchambers, we are spent.

  I collapse into my bed and drift off into la-la land.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Homeward Bound

  Tonight is my final night. I survived The Chamber.

  My fellow Chambermaids and our groomers decide to have a special dinner. We whip up a delicious meal of herb-crusted chicken, warm spinach and pecan salad, wild rice, and apple pie.

  “Dinner is served,” Sky announces, and everyone gathers in the kitchen.

  “We set everything up buffet style, so dig in,” Violet says.

  There’s not enough room in the kitchen, so some of us grab our plates and file into the family room. I call it that now because we really are a family. I always wanted a sister, and now I have six.

  “Can you believe we get to go home tomorrow?” I ask the girls.

  “I am too excited. My stomach hurts,” Sunshine says.

  “What if tomorrow comes and we find out that Mason lied? What if we don’t get to go home?” Raven says what we are all dreading aloud.

  “I say we cross that bridge when we get to it. Today, let’s celebrate,” Sky says.

  “I think he’ll follow through with his promise, but is it crazy that I want to stay?” Sapphire says.

  We wrap her in an embrace. She has fallen for Mason, hard. Damn.

  “I’ll be okay. I was foolish to believe that there was more between us,” Sapphire says. She sighs and brushes her wet eyes with her hand. “I don’t want to ruin our celebration. Come on, it’s a party,” she says.

  And celebrate we do. We feast and drink and dance. I’m in the middle of busting some serious moves when Zion pulls me aside. She leads me by the hand down the hall.

  “I just want to tell you that I’m really going to miss you. In case I don’t get to see you tomorrow, here’s my information.”