Lark

by Emma Cole

  “Brade, you can go. I’ll be fine.” He looks like he wants to disagree, but he just nods and tells me to let him know if he’s needed. I’m not sure how to do that unless he’s staying close, and, knowing him, he won’t go far. I have a feeling this room is soundproof. After he leaves, I wait for the other two now standing closer and observing, to leave as well.

  ***

  “Ms. Jones, please remove your clothing and get on the table,” Dr. Martins directs me again.

  “Aren’t you two leaving?” I address Apollo and Marcus. Marcus answers for them both.

  “No, we’re not.” No explanation, just a refusal.

  My arms cross in defiance. I didn’t want to do this in the first place. In response to my mutiny, Marcus comes towards me, stalking my retreating steps until my back hits the chair.

  He flips me up on it and pins my arms. “Take them off, or I will.” He’s such a dick I know he’ll do it. Glaring at him, I shimmy out of my pants and underwear. Dr. Martins comes up, now wearing a pair of green exam gloves, and places my feet in the stirrups. My knees are still closed, and he pushes the feet up and back to spread them. I want to close them again, but I suspect I’d just get restrained. I fume, refusing to look at anyone. Suddenly, the table under my bottom drops away leaving it hanging out in the air. Again. Awesome, just awesome. The doctor pulls a table with supplies over. Taking a piece of gauze and placing it against my sorest hole he tells me to bear down some as he swipes with the gauze. It must come back with some pink on it because the next thing I know I feel a cool wetness and something small and thin entering me. I jump and wiggle back.

  “Hold still, please, Ms. Jones, so that I may finish what I am doing.” A hint of irritation has entered his voice. Fuck him and his snooty ass.

  “Next person to touch me without asking or even bothering to explain what needs to be done, doctor or not, I’m going to kick your ass. I’ve cooperated so far, even though I had to force myself to do it. I’m done. Explain or fuck off!” During my tirade I’ve pulled myself up and off the chair dislodging the implement. Marcus heads towards me with, I’m sure, the intent to put me back up there and restrain me, but he’s going to be in for a big surprise if he touches me.

  I make sure to keep the other two in my sight as I back away from him. He speeds up, impatient, and tries to grab me. Instead of pulling back, I step forward, swinging the fist opposite the arm he went for. With his lunge forward and my abrupt change of direction, along with his height, he sets me up for the perfect throat punch. There’s the sound of flesh on flesh, then Marcus is bent over retching, holding his abused throat. Apollo and the doctor look pissed.

  I open the first drawer I reach and grab blindly. coming out with a handful of metal balls. I start launching them and hit Apollo in the face. The doctor has ducked behind one of the chairs. The next drawer holds two coiled whips. Normally a person would have a fifty-fifty chance to wield them correctly. But I dated a circus performer one summer and traveled with him, let's just say Braeden didn't approve. He happened to be the guy with the whips, and I got to be the girl with the cigarette in her mouth. Apollo speaks to me.

  “Now, Lark, put those down before you hurt yourself.” He holds his hands up like he means no harm, but it’s too late for that.

  I smirk and coil one whip over my left shoulder and transfer the other to my left hand. I’m accurate with both hands with a whip, but throw better with my right. Opening the next drawer while Marcus is still bent double, trying to breathe, reveals batteries wrapped in groups with cellophane. I grab a package of four D batteries and chuck them at Dr. Martins' head as he’s trying to circle around the room to get behind me, but he ducks back to his position and narrowly avoids my makeshift missile.

  "Lark, what the heck is going on?" At all the noise Braeden pops in, concern in his voice. Taking one look at the situation, he runs for the door. "Rex, get your ass in here!" I hear him yell a moment later.

  During that time, I throw the rest of the D batteries and move on to the next drawer. So far I’m holding them off. I know I’ll have to incapacitate them eventually or face getting caught. I’m not going down without one hell of a fight though. This drawer has big flexible dildos, and I indiscriminately throw them until I see a tray of glass dildos and large glass butt plugs that Braeden’s ass would be hard pressed to take. What the fuck is wrong with these people that they want to shove huge shit in people?

  I start launching the plugs first, and they explode into chunks all around the three very pissed off men in the room. As I throw the last one and grab a glass dildo that could double as a javelin, all three of my guys come running in. My guys? I suppose so. I shrug at my internal debate. Rex is half worried, half amused, Braeden bends over laughing his ass off at the scene, which I guess from the outside might be amusing, and Emmett is looking on in horror. Pussy.

  Marcus has finally straightened up— he comes at me with murder in his eyes, trying to yell at me. He only gets out, "Bitch," in a horrible scratchy, croaky voice.

  I swing the whip in warning, just grazing the jeans he has on. The tip splits the jeans, and he jumps back before I can do too much damage to the skin underneath. Apollo tries coming at me at the same time, and he gets the ‘javelin’ nearly in his face before blocking it with his forearm. It only slows him down for a moment, but it gives me enough time to unfurl the other whip and wrap it around his ankle in a quick strike. The instant it wraps, I give a yank and bring him down on his back with a thump. The whip slackens enough that I’m able to flick it loose. I keep it going in random movements around me to deter anyone else from trying anything while holding the other at the ready. The doctor goes to help Apollo up, but no one makes a move for me. Braeden has mostly calmed himself, and Emmett looks rather impressed now. Rex is the first to attempt to get me to surrender.

  “Lark, honey,” he starts as I throw a glare his way, then he rephrases. “Lark, please put the whips down so we can talk about this.” He makes a move in my direction, and I flick the other whip towards him in warning. Braeden speaks up taking pity on them

  “She knows how to use those, as she’s shown you already, and she can keep this up for at least an hour. I don’t think we have that kind of time right now.” Why does he have to be logical? Can’t he see I’m in a standoff? “Fire bird? Do you want to tell me why you’re flashing everyone, swinging whips, and throwing, are those sex toys, at everyone?” I shake my head no. I do not have anything to say to those dicks. “Did someone hurt you?” Now he’s angry and looking to the three men, who up until yesterday, were strangers. “Do I need to kick someone’s ass, Lark?” Uh oh, real name, he’s pissed. I shake my head again, figuring I’d better answer.

  “They need to learn to ask permission before touching me. Whatever ambiguity this room imbued earlier isn’t working this time. I care. A lot.” Apollo has gotten up and gestures for everyone to back up.

  “Lark, we really don’t have time for this. I won’t punish you for defending yourself in here, but if we’re late and marked up in ways we can’t easily explain, I can’t protect any of you. I apologize for our forwardness. Can we please finish up and prepare for the evening?”

  Reasonable. Why is he reasonable now?

  I slow the whips. “If you promise not to touch me without permission again, any of you, you have a deal.” He nods his head in assent and I drop the whips.

  “Marcus, get this cleaned up. Brent, come, let’s finish checking her out before we’re late.” He must notice the shitty look Marcus gives him. “Marcus, if you hadn’t tried to manhandle her, this may have all been avoided. And don’t forget how the injury occurred in the first place. Although, I blame myself as well, as I should have paid more attention. I apologize for being distracted. I'll monitor more closely from now on.”

  I nod to my guys and make a shooing motion with my hand. They linger a moment, then turn and leave. I move back to the chair, and surprisingly it doesn’t have anything I threw on it. I climb up and cross my
arms.

  “Relax, Ms. Jones. I’ll explain everything before I do it and give you an opportunity to object.” He washes his hands and gloves up, while Apollo brings him a newly stocked tray. “I need to irrigate the rectum, just enough to disinfect it to prevent infection. It’s not an enema, and I won’t use that much liquid. It uses a small tube that may feel odd but should not be painful. If you feel any pain, let me know immediately.” I don’t object, and a basin is moved below me. I’m just going to ignore this as much as possible. Lubrication is applied, and the tube inserted a short way. I feel cool liquid pumped in, and it soothes the skin in there. After it’s removed, the doctor explains his next steps. I have to evacuate the liquid now. Of course I do. I do so in mortification. It was a little pink, but he thinks it’s okay. He wants to use an anal dilator, which is a smaller speculum essentially, so he can visually check. I’m not into this one, but he explains he’ll numb my sphincter first. I wish he would shut up, why did I want everything explained again? He uses a numbing lube, and while he waits on that to take effect, he checks my vagina then probes around inside, every so often asking if anything hurts. Sore yes, hurt no. After that he applies the dilator. It doesn’t hurt, but I can still feel it, and even more so when he clicks it open a few notches. He shines a light in and decides it’s more chafing than anything from the lube wearing off. They decide to evaluate what they’ve been using and check to make sure they’re all long-lasting formulas. Anything strictly water-based will absorb too quickly, he explains. With that finished, I’m done and get dressed.

  “I suggest to be on the safe side that anal penetration is avoided for the next couple days. That could easily get worse,” Dr. Martins addresses Apollo and Marcus, who have finished the clean up now. They nod their agreement, thank the doctor, and ask him to send the guys in on his way out. I stand there, waiting, for what, I’m not sure. Maybe an apology from Marcus. Not that he gives me one.

  As the guys come in, Marcus instructs me to go shower and shave everything and threatens to do it himself if I don’t. I leave to do so, knowing he'll make good on his threat.

  Braeden

  “Is Lark okay?” It’s the first thing I want to know when she’s gone. Apollo answers me.

  “Yes, just have to avoid any backdoor activities for a couple days, only to be safe.” He adds on the last to reassure me, I think. “We have a showing tonight. It's at my father's request, or I would have attempted to decline. Unfortunately, even I cannot defy Robert without consequence. Normally, you would all be outfitted, but I think some well-placed objects will help deter anyone from attempting to touch. There are usually one or two that will try anyway, but less is more in this case, in reference to clothing. I’ll leave the rest to Marcus and see what I can find for Lark.” With that, he leaves us with Marcus to take over.

  Chapter Ten

  The Showing

  We’re all given an oil to rub down with before wide leather chokers with a ring on them are buckled around our necks, decent sized plugs are inserted, and clamps with feathers on the ends are put on our nipples. I don't know why I'm surprised at the hoopla after earlier, but it seems a bit much. Especially, when a length of silk wraps around our dicks after we get them hard, and our balls are tied up to them with rings in an effort to decorate the display and help us stay erect for the showing. "Really, dude? Is this necessary?"

  Marcus, of course ignores me and continues instructing us on how to place the material. The silk goes around our thighs and weaves up to our waists, criss-crossing our chests, and is twisted apart in the back to help hold our cheeks open to show off the plugs. A longer clamp is used on our perineum after it is pinched to shape it.

  "Rex, I swear to fuck, if you ever get me involved in something like this again, I'll kick your ass out of the house." Emmett is not amused at the clamp.

  In his defense, that part was the least fun besides the degrading little bells hanging from it, jingling with every step. As we’re finished off with our hands bound by our wrists behind our backs, Lark comes in. She stops dead in the middle of the floor, gaping. I'm embarrassed we look like harem rejects.

  Lark

  Holy buff babies. The guys are decked out and wrapped up like a dominatrix’s wet dream. After earlier, I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but I actually get a little excited looking at them. My pleasant view is interrupted when Marcus approaches and speaks to me for the first time since calling me a bitch.

  “Four, if you would please disrobe and get in the chair, I can get you done quickly. The sooner you’re ready, the less time everyone must be adorned this way. I’ll explain what I’m doing as much as I can, there's always the chance we might be observed. I apologize for not doing it in the first place. You’re being a good sport when you could have ratted us out. We took a chance going to the FBI for help when Rex started poking around looking for his friend and we appreciate both your, and Braeden's assistance.” Who’s this and where is Marcus? “And princess, don’t think I have forgotten I owe you one,” he says with a smirk. And there he is, folks. Braeden and Rex both start to object. I'm not sure what they think they’re gonna do while tied up though.

  Before they get far, Marcus the Douche speaks again. Maybe I should call him Mad Dog. Code for Marcus the Douche. I like the idea. “Speak out of turn, and I will use a gag— one that I can stick my dick in, and you don’t want something that can accommodate my size in your mouth. That would be tame compared to the things Robert will do to you if you embarrass him." He shudders, as if recollecting past horrors, before continuing, "Three, you may be equinely inclined and hang lower, but I’m wider. Who wants to find out first?” No one responds. Ohhh, I guess the glass plugs did have a use other than just being obscene. Ouch...

  I'm kinda confused as I was under the impression that the four of us as trainees would be interacting exclusively, at least for now. I need to talk to Rex or Emmett ASAP. Right now there isn't time as Apollo joins us and hands a tray to Marcus. I sigh, strip, and climb in the chair yet again. I’m gonna have my name stenciled on it if we don't get out of here soon.

  “Apollo has cobbled some things together to be a place-keeper. Essentially, a decoration. Dr. Martins has approved it as well. Are you alright with me going ahead? You can take a look at the tray to see that it all resembles what the others are wearing. Except a couple, being you have different parts.” I glance over and quickly away, nodding my head.

  After gathering my dark hair high onto my head in a secure bun, Apollo, much to my surprise, starts applying makeup. Marcus has a miniature looking plug that's made of what seems to be silicone and is missing the big part. It only has the flare on the outside portion and a small, open end that is inserted that expands enough to hold it in place. I close my eyes and try to relax, pretending I'm at a perverted spa and that I didn't notice what Marcus is holding.

  I peek when I feel Apollo step back and see Marcus ready for his part. He inserts the contraption first into what looks like a mini tampon applicator, before I’m lubed up, then, with a sharp gasp from me at the rubbing on the damaged tissue, the tube is pushed in, and the insert is released. It’s not terrible, but I can tell it’s there, as I'm still really sore. I suppose anything at all would still be noticeable.

  “I’m going to put extra numbing lube in with a syringe attached to a tube, then I’ll do the same to you all, minus the lidocaine, since I’m not sure how long we’ll be or when I can re-up it. All the plugs you have are equipped with removable cores, so I can periodically apply more.” The tube is longer than the funnel like plug, and it goes in higher. As Marcus backs it out, he releases its contents. It definitely has more of that numbing stuff as I feel more relaxed almost instantly. Holding onto the funnel sleeve, he inserts a rod that snaps into place with a hollow bulb hanging on the outside mimicking a large plug. It's an ingenious design. Might have to give Sunny boy props.

  Before finishing me, he goes and tops off the guys too while Apollo dusts my body in gold powder and wraps me in a
silk ribbon that matches what the others are in. Not sure how I feel about this collar though. Mostly claustrophobic at this point.

  Marcus comes back and applies clamps to my nipples, clit, and taint using a side clamp that only goes into my vagina and tightens down from there and the outside. I squirm at all the hardware. Then comes the dildo, a silicone piece could be the javelin's shorter twin. I’m dry down there, so Marcus applies enough lube to grease a pig before working the mini javelin in until it’s finally inside completely. After he cleans up, he attaches a harness he fashioned out of more ribbon looped through the ring on the end to hold it in. Walking is going to be a bitch. The guys’ eyes are all full of heat, including Apollo and Marcus, when I look around. Marcus basically lifts me and places me standing up to avoid bending. I thank him, truly, and attempt to walk normally after them out of the room and through the apartment. Being nervous about others seeing me naked and adorned in such a manner, I get between Rex and Braeden, and surprisingly, Emmett gets behind me. They’ve effectively put me inside a circle.

  Guards fall into position all around us as we go into the hall. We’re led through the commons, down a ramp covered in industrial carpeting, and into a small ballroom with a circular stage set in the middle of a horseshoe-shaped table. Mostly men, and a couple women, are already seated with their plates of food. Is this a fucking dinner party? The room is done in red and black, not a blood red, but more of a burgundy. Low lighting keeps it looking mysterious, but carefully-placed spotlights illuminate certain areas. We’re taken over to a wall in the shadows, but off to the side. It’s slightly inset, so we are out of the way as we hug our backs to the surface. The temperature in the room isn't cold, but it's cool enough to make me shiver at the contact from the painted concrete. Apollo and Marcus take the empty chairs directly in front of us. I try to keep the surprise off my face when I see naked men and women only wearing red collars serving food and drinks. The people at the table reach out and touch them occasionally as they pass near, but the servers are impassive about it and continue on with their duties. A mixed group of men and women with leashes attached to their white collars are led in. I’m seeing a theme of colors here. Now, just to figure out what they mean. As the eating dwindles, and the drinking intensifies, the dishes are removed, and the servers thin out. An older man that greatly resembles Apollo claps his hands, drawing everyone’s attention to him.