Her Body is Mine

by Wild, Lucy

  I whacked the wrist bolts against the table and the shackles fell open, leaving me free to sit up and grab him. I waited until his eyes were starting to glaze over before loosening the grip of my thighs. I shoved him backwards against the far wall but as I did so, the focus came back in his face and he grabbed my wrists, pulling me towards him.

  We moved against the wall together, his hands slipping round my back. “If you wanted a hug, you could have just asked,” he said as I growled at him.

  “You tortured me,” I snapped.

  “You let me.”

  “No I didn’t.”

  “You could have escaped those chains any time but you waited until now. Why?”

  “Because...” My voice faded away. Infuriating as he was, he was also right. I had let him. I couldn’t admit it was because it felt amazing to cede control, to have my nerves awakened as if they’d been asleep all my life. I’d lived out a fantasy I’d had for years and it was even better than I thought it could ever have been.

  “Are you really looking for Yvette?” I asked, stepping back from him.

  “How do you know her name?” he asked. “I knew you knew something.”

  “All right,” I said. “I’m looking for her too. And not just her.”

  “I heard. Two others, right?”

  I nodded. “How do you know that?”

  “I have contacts,” he replied.

  “Is that why you squint so much?”

  “Very funny. Look, who hired you? Maybe we can work together? Split the spoils?”

  “Are we doing a deal? I’ve never negotiated a business deal in the nude before.”

  “You’ve clearly not worked in Holland then.” He smiled that smile of his. “What do we do now?”

  “There’s a card in one of the dressing rooms. I need to get to it. Do you know where they are?”

  “Sure, just down the corridor. Let’s go.”

  “No, let’s get take this plug out of me, remove these nipples clamps and get dressed. Then let’s go.”

  “Spoilsport. You look better like that.”

  I resisted slapping the smirk off his face. I should have guessed he was a private eye. He’d hired the car, setting the scene. He was undercover same as me. “What happens when they realise you haven’t got the money to pay for me?” I asked as we quickly got dressed.

  “By the time the cheque bounces, I’ll be out of here with Yvette,” he said as if talking an idiot. “Child’s play.”

  “You’re sure she’s alive, then?”

  “Aren’t you?”

  He already had his hand on the door. I put my hand on top of his. “One last thing,” I said. “Whatever we find, whatever happens, you let me take the lead. Deal?”

  He nodded. “I’m not going to mess with someone whose thighs can grip that tightly. You’re in charge.”

  “Good,” I said, moving my hand away. “Now let’s go.”

  SEVEN

  HE WAS RIGHT. IT IRRITATED the hell out of me but he was right. Part of me wanted the door he opened to lead to the broom cupboard, just to wipe that smug smirk off his face. “In here,” he said, beckoning for me to follow. “Before someone sees us.”

  Once inside and with the door closed, I felt safer. It was hard to know what would happen if we were found sneaking around the place and it was better to keep things quiet for as long as possible. The card was still on the table. It sat forlornly, only a few lipsticks and hairbrushes for company.

  “What does it say?” I asked as Rex picked it up.

  “Love to you all. I’ve gone to the Connect Club. Will miss you.”

  “The Connect Club? What’s that?” I took the card from it and read it for myself.

  “A bit like here but for couples.”

  “Do you know where it is?”

  He nodded. “You reckon she’s really there?”

  “I don’t know but we should check it out.”

  “You want to go to the Connect Club?”

  “Sure, why not?” I asked, not sure why he would ask in that tone.

  I found out when we got there. On the way I sent a message to Gayle, letting him know what I’d found out so far. I gave him Rex’s name, holding the phone so Rex couldn’t see the screen.

  The reply came through quickly. “Ex cop. Now private. Could be dirty. Could be dangerous. Stay safe.”

  “I’m not dangerous,” Rex said.

  I jolted upright, looking across at him. “What are you talking about?”

  “If you’re going to keep things private, best to hold your phone so it doesn’t reflect off the car window.”

  “Shit,” I said, glancing to where he was pointing. He’d been able to read the whole thing.

  “So you’re with the police?” he asked. “Why not just say so?”

  “I didn’t know if I could trust you.”

  “You still don’t. For all you know, I abducted those three girls.”

  “That’s not funny.”

  “No, it’s not.”

  “So why are you smiling?”

  “Because I’m thinking of you in a police uniform with no panties.” He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Just like now.”

  His hand snaked onto my thigh but I batted it away. I didn’t need him reminding me. “Whose fault is that?” I asked. “You cut them off me.”

  “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

  “Look,” I said, suddenly feeling hot. “How far is it to the club?”

  “About five yards. This is the car park.”

  The car came to a stop and we jumped out. The club didn’t have a name on the door but the car park was full. “People know about this place then,” I said as we walked across to the door.

  “Only a select few,” he replied, knocking twice, then once, then twice again.

  The door swung open and Rex nodded to the gorilla behind it. “Evening, Clyde,” he said.

  “Why do you keep calling me that?” the gorilla replied. “You know my name’s George.”

  Rex grinned and grabbed my hand, whispering to me as we walked up a flight of stairs. “Remember, we’re a couple. Do couply things with me.”

  “Like argue and sleep in separate rooms?”

  “No, like this.” He shoved me against the wall and kissed me, his tongue plunging briefly into my mouth.

  “Why did you do that?” I said, pushing him away from me, afraid of how much I’d enjoyed the kiss.

  “Because Clyde was watching,” he whispered before carrying on up the stairs. “Oh and maybe because I wanted to.”

  He blew me a kiss before pushing open a door and stepping through. I followed him and was immediately taken aback.

  The place was heaving with people, all of them doing things that I wouldn’t dream of doing in public. There was a blow up paddling pool filled with baby oil and two women wrestling naked while a crowd watched. A woman with a fluffy tail buttplug sticking out of her breezed past me without a word. I was too busy staring at the guys in the corner spread around a woman on her knees to hear what Rex said.

  “Huh?” I asked, still staring.

  “This way,” he said, weaving through before being stopped by a man wearing a bright red suit, carrying a trident.

  “Good evening, Rex,” the man said.

  “Jerry,” Rex replied. “Good to see you.”

  “So this is the mysterious lady you keep talking about?” He held out a hand, taking mine and kissing it lightly. “Rex keeps talking about his sub but between me and you, I was beginning to think he was making you up.”

  “Nope,” I said. “I’m very real.”

  “But of course you are. Now if you’re ready, the audience is waiting.”

  “Audience?” I whispered in Rex’s ear as we followed Jerry. “Why is the audience waiting?”

  He spoke without moving his lips. “Because I knew what was on the card but I couldn’t get in here without a partner. I’ve been trying all day.”

  “So you’re using me?”


  He shrugged. “You’re using me.”

  “I am not.”

  “Are too.”

  “Am not.”

  “Here we are,” Jerry said, pausing at the edge of a cleared circle of floor. “I’ll leave you to it.”

  “What’s going on?” I hissed as he walked away.

  Rex leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Just go with it. You’re a sub, I’m a Dom. Do as you’re told.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said with a nod, feeling a tingle inside me at the sound of the words. I’d never have come here without him, but I had an excuse, a reason to be here. It just helped that I was hugely excited by what was about to happen. And I had no idea what it was yet.

  “Dress off,” Rex said loudly as he stepped into the cleared space, surrounded by eagerly watching faces. “Come on, they’re waiting.”

  I nodded, stepping forwards, my hands trembling. I took a deep breath, unable to believe I was really doing this. Then I pulled the dress up and off, leaving me in nothing but my heels for the second time in one night.

  EIGHT

  I CAN HARDLY DESCRIBE THE feeling of being naked in front of so many watching eyes. It was both embarrassing and utterly exhilarating at the same time. They were all looking at me. I was the object of their attention, doing something that I’d been brought up to think was private. The exhibitionist in me was awake at last and I found myself warming to the attention, no longer frozen to the spot in terror as the seconds passed by.

  “On all fours,” Rex commanded, pointing at the floor.

  “Yes, Sir,” I replied, getting down like he asked, my ass pointing back at a row of people who murmured appreciatively.

  “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” he asked, leaning down towards me, looking suddenly menacing. “Haven’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Those cane marks have damaged you, haven’t they?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “What do you think an appropriate punishment would be?”

  “A spanking,” I replied, the words out of my mouth before I’d even had a chance to think them.

  “I agree.” Rex moved behind me and I braced myself. A second later, I felt a smack on my right buttock as his hand slapped down onto it. “Your body is mine,” he said, spanking me again, this time harder. “Isn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir. I belong to you.”

  “Good girl,” he said, smacking me again. I gasped at the shock of the blow, jolting forwards.

  “And I can tell you what to do, can’t I?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Another smack.

  “You will obey, correct?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Pull your buttocks apart.”

  I did as he asked at once, feeling his tongue find my hole again, delving into it before pulling out again, leaving me hungry for more.

  “Back on all fours. Head up.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Once I was in position he nodded. “Take that man in your mouth.”

  I looked up to where he was pointing. A muscular naked man was marching over to me, his cock rigid, swaying slightly with each step. I was going to refuse but then my mouth opened of its own accord, my tongue ready as the stranger’s cock slid inbetween my lips. It was impossible to believe I was about to live another of my fantasies. Taken by a stranger.

  The cock in my mouth felt hot on my tongue, the stranger looking down at me, gripping my head as he knelt down, bringing my head down to fit his entire length in my mouth, almost choking me.

  I felt something behind me, realising a second later that it was Rex. He had his cock out and was brushing it over my clit, teasing me with it. I couldn’t get my head around what was about to happen until it did. His cock slid into me. I had two men in me at once and it was unbelievable. The sensations were overwhelming. Whichever way I moved, one or the other of them would slide deeper into me, thrusting into me, using me for their pleasure whilst an audience watched.

  Rex dipped a finger into my ass, plunging it deep into me as he fucked me. The stranger was sliding his hand over his shaft, just the tip of him in my mouth. I knew what he had planned and I didn’t care. I wanted it. In that moment I wanted it more than anything. I was like a different person. I could have used the excuse of being undercover but it was simpler than that. This was who I really was, I’d just needed permission to be the real me, even if only for a short time.

  I rocked back and forth, feeling Rex grind deep in my pussy as the cock in my mouth suddenly jerked and then cum sprayed out, gushing onto my tongue. I couldn’t swallow with him inside so I could only wait as more poured from him. Only when he slid from me was I able to swallow the salty warmth while Rex sped up, grunting loudly as he suddenly came deep inside me, the sensation as good as the first time he’d done it.

  The stranger slipped his cock back into my mouth and as he did so, I noticed something behind him. I tried to speak but I couldn’t, the man was holding my head in place, making me lick the last drops from him. I managed to point frantically, hoping Rex noticed.

  Rex’s hand was on my clit, his cock still inside me as he stroked me expertly. The taste of cum on my tongue and the feel of his spunk inside my pussy made me forget everything but his touch, my body greedy to climax. He brought me to an orgasm in under a minute, using that expert touch of his. It was made all the more intense by the feel of everyone watching me, all eyes on my orgasm. When he slid from me, the stranger moved away, leaving me gasping for breath as my legs lost their strength and I collapsed to the floor.

  “Get up,” Rex commanded and I somehow found the strength to do so though it was a huge effort. “What were you pointing at?” he hissed into my ear.

  “Beth,” I said weakly. “Beth was over there.”

  He blinked before fixing his expression. “Get dressed,” he commanded. “And come with me.”

  I pulled on my dress, taking him by the hand as the audience applauded me. I gave them a weak wave before trotting after Rex. “Which way?” he asked.

  “Through there,” I said, pointing at a door in the far wall.

  “Let’s go,” he replied, shoving the door open and pulling me through after him.

  NINE

  THE DOOR LED TO A service corridor and at the far end, another door was just swinging closed. “This way,” Rex said, starting to run. I followed, willing my legs to work properly as they were still shaking. I’d no idea how he recovered so quickly. He got to the far door before me, running through it and up a flight of stairs. At the top I found him paused, listening hard. “This way,” he said, pushing open another door. On the far side, I felt a cool breeze and rounded the corner to a balcony.

  Everything happened very quickly after that. Beth was on the balcony, swinging her leg onto the fire escape. Rex shouted, “Hold on.” She took one look at him before pulling a knife from behind her back, hurling it in our direction. Rex shoved me sideways and the knife thudded into the wall where my head had been a second earlier. Before I’d had chance to recover, he had sprinted forwards, giving Beth a shove.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, thinking he’d pushed her off to her death. I heard a scream but the scream didn’t get any further away. I caught up with him, leaning over the balcony to see Beth dangling, one end of a pair of handcuffs attached to her wrist. The other end had been locked in place over the railing, leaving her swinging in the air, her scream finally dying away as I stared in bewilderment. “How did you do that?” I asked, looking at Rex.

  “I can move fast if I need to,” he replied, holding out the key to the cuffs. “Now why’d you throw that knife, Beth?” he asked, leaning over to look at her.

  “Fuck you,” she replied.

  “No thanks. Now if you’re not going to be polite, I could just leave you there until your shoulder comes out of its socket. What do you reckon?”

  “Pull me up,” she snarled. “It hurts!”

  “Where’s Cassandra and Yvette?” I called down to h
er.

  “No idea.”

  “I could unlock this one,” Rex said, tapping the cuff that was attached to the railing. “You might break a few legs landing down there but you’ll probably live. What do you reckon?”

  “No, don’t,” she said, panicking as he inserted the key into the lock. “Please.”

  “Answer her question,” Rex snapped. “You’ve got five seconds. Five, four-”

  “All right,” she cried. “Just let me up.”

  “Tell us first.”

  “They’re at the Livingstone Dock.”

  “Where?”

  “In a shipping container.”

  “Are they dead?”

  “No, they’re fine.”

  “So why are they there?”

  “A man bought them. They’re being shipped to him.”

  “And you did the dirty work for him, I’m guessing? Right?”

  She just glared up at us both.

  “What’s his name?” Rex asked as I punched Gayle’s number into my phone.

  “Alan De Grut.”

  “When’s he collecting?”

  “Some time tonight. I don’t know when.”

  “I get it,” Rex said, turning to talk to me in a low voice. “She gets the girls, slips something in their drink maybe. Once they’re out, she gets them into the shipping container then all she has to do is pretend nothing’s happened.” He leaned back over the edge. “So why are you here?”

  “He said to wait here until they were gone.”

  “Why’d you try to escape?”

  “I’ve seen her before. He warned me to stay away from her.”

  “I can understand that. You’ve just met her and now you’re dangling off a balcony.”

  “Which container?” I shouted as Gayle answered the phone.

  “4211,” she shouted. “Now please let me up, you’re breaking my arm.”

  “Hello?” Gayle said from the other end of the phone. “West? Is that you? What’s happening?”

  “Get to Livingstone Dock, shipping container 4211. The girls are inside.”

  “All three of them.”