She remembered going through the motions. Looking where Victor told her to look, sucking what she was told to suck, and trying to stare off into the distance as if it would erase the faceless heaving, sweating male bodies and hands groping and rubbing every inch of her. Their stiff erections probing her mouth and ass, pounding her pussy, taking her over and over again. All the while as one penetrated her, two would hold her and the third forced her to orgasm with a vibrator. Each time she came she was made to say how good it felt and that she wanted more pussy attention, and she was praised for being such a horny, wet little slut. When the men were done, Victor penetrated her ass with hard, fast strokes while the vibrator was held against her clit. She remembered little after that because after she came and he finished, she was let go and she passed out from sheer exhaustion. After that Victor started making it a habit to have her fuck other men in front of him.
He said he liked watching her come with a thick, long cock inside her and a vibrator on her clit.
After that night, all she knew is she woke up feeling used and ashamed for being brought to orgasm while being fucked against her will. Victor told her repeatedly that she got off on being raped and liked it; usually as he spanked her clit with a riding crop. Every time after that, when he made her come he would say nasty things and make her say it with him as she was coming and at that moment she really did want everything he told her she wanted no matter how depraved or frightening it sounded. You want twenty men to fill you with come, don't you? You want a cock in every hole, don't you? You want to fuck Miguel, or Frank, or Linus (or whichever one of his friends he knew he would be seeing in the next few days). You want a dildo in your pussy and a butt plug up your ass while we go to dinner tomorrow night, don't you? You'd like to be fucked with a beer bottle, wouldn't you, you dirty little slut? You want to be tied up and fucked with (insert his object of choice here)?
Then Victor would make it happen, using her orgasmic agreements as consent even if she balked at the idea later. Then he started with the games. He'd attach dildos to furniture, walls, and the seat of the car, windows, or any other place he could think of, and made her fuck them while he rubbed her off. Oftentimes in front of other men. Or he'd drop a bunch of dildos on the floor and tell her to pick them up with her pussy or ass and bring them to him. She could use her hands to position them and get them inserted, and she could suck on them to make them wet enough to get them in, but she had to crawl, with the dildos inside her, to him and have him remove them. He usually did after first fucking her vigorously with each one.
After enduring months of this, she felt like nothing more than Victor's fuck-toy. There was no love there. Only lust and her body was little more than entertainment for him. His rule was she had to be penetrated and brought to orgasm at least once a day. It was his duty as her Dom to make sure this happened and her duty as his submissive to do what pleased him. It was Misha, one of the house slaves, who finally convinced Laura that she was just a glorified house slave who didn't get boxed up when the chores weren't done right. She escaped the harsh beatings they got. But she was used sexually more often. It's when his sadism went too far that she realized just how selfish he was and that Victor loved no one but himself. After that realization, his lovemaking lost its appeal and became arduous torture.
It was the night he tied her to the dinner table and used her body as a serving platter for twenty dinner guests, men and women, that she finally realized she had to get away from him. But it was the night she watched him murder a man that she found the courage to actually do it.
A swell of emotion filled her. She hated the memories. Closing her eyes she tried to wipe the humiliating and terrifying memories away. His hand on her shoulder made her jump.
"Sorry, Kal, didn't mean to scare you. I woke up and you weren't in bed. You okay?" Brad pulled her to him and kissed the top of her head.
"You scared the crap out of me," she said, her heart still pounding in her chest. She clutched at his strong arm and relaxed against him. "My throat was dry. I got up for some water."
She gently pushed away from him and got the water. He watched her drink two glassfuls before pulling her to him again.
"It's three in the morning. Come back to bed." He kissed her head again, coaxed her to leave the glass, and then led her back to bed keeping a protective arm around her.
When they reached the bedroom he climbed into bed first and she followed, snuggling against him. It couldn't be real, could it? She had loved Victor once, too. Had thought he was a good man who would never hurt her. Of course Victor's kisses were fake, and in the beginning when he pissed her off he tried to buy her affections with jewelry or clothes. Sadly, she would forgive him, naively thinking he spent money on her because he loved her. Now she knew Victor only bought her things to lull her into a false sense of affection so he could get her to do whatever he wanted.
But Brad, he wasn’t like that. When he pissed her off, which he’d done, he actually apologized and seemed genuinely sorry. Brad also didn’t try to buy her affections with clothing or jewelry. If anything, he seemed to shy away from buying her more than dinner or a movie ticket. If he invited her out, he paid. When she insisted on paying, he would narrow his eyes, but he didn’t argue. He seemed to understand that she still needed her independence and some control in the relationship.
***
It was a relatively new tradition to get together with Eric and Amy once a month, but Kali seemed to really enjoy it and Brad liked it, too. Sure, he worked with Eric and Amy, but lately they’d worked the schedule to where he and Eric were almost always never at the store at the same time and sometimes Amy worked with him and sometimes she worked with Eric. When they were at the store, it was often more about business than anything else. It was nice to just get together as friends and leave work at the door. Tonight they’d invaded Amy and Eric’s. They were just getting ready to start a round of Pictionary when Brad’s cell phone rang.
Brad took the call in another room away from the laughter and voices. It seemed inconvenient that Ted Agares would be calling him after seven p.m..
“Mr. Hudak?” came Ted Agares’ voice.
“Speaking.” In his mind, however, Brad just wanted him to spit it out.
“Well I found your girl’s real name. It appears her name is Laura Callista Stanton. She’s from L.A., born to one Carla Karen Michaels and Jason Robert Stanton. She had her name legally changed here in Massachusetts to Kali Michaels. There was no reason listed. However, I did find some leads…”
Agares didn’t elaborate. Brad let out an exasperated sigh. “Well, go ahead and tell me.”
“It appears your girlfriend has a closed juvenile record, and she was arrested at age twenty-two for drug trafficking with her then boyfriend Victor Kolknov, but the DA dropped the charges. Looks like some key evidence went missing.” Agares paused, then said, “They were arrested at a bdsm club called Dungeon Fifty-Two. Evidently she worked there, and he’s the owner.”
Brad swallowed the lump forming in her throat. So his girlfriend had a bit of a rocky past, but she was clean now. At this time in her life, Kali didn’t even smoke.
Agares took the silence as a sign to continue. “You know, I have to go to Anaheim for my niece’s wedding next week. If you want, I can stop in Los Angeles and visit this Dungeon Fifty-Two and see if anyone there remembers her and knows why she left. I guess it depends how far you want to take this?”
“How much?” Brad almost couldn’t believe he’d asked it, but curiosity got the better of him. That feeling in his gut was too strong.
“I can’t imagine I’d be there more than two days. How about a thousand dollars? Since I’m already going to California it will give me something to do before the wedding other than hang out with my relatives.” Agares kind of laughed.
Brad nodded to no one. “Alright. I’ll drop another check by tomorrow on my way into work.”
That was, as they say, that. Brad hung up and stood there for a few minutes un
til Amy poked her head into the room. “Brad, it’s you and Kali’s turn next.”
He put on a smile. “I’ll be there in a second, Ames.”
Kali’s reaction to the stockade the day before flooded back into his mind. He had a sick feeling in his gut. Taking a deep breath, he willed himself back into the living room.
***
A game lost later, Brad cornered Amy in the kitchen under the guise he was going to grab another beer. “Amy, can I ask you something?”
She smiled at him. “Sure, boss. What’s up? Wanna know how Eric and I are Pictionary champions?”
He couldn’t help but give her a grin. “Ha ha. Not quite. Actually, Kali and I are having a bit of a difficulty in…” he paused, “…communication.”
Amy’s eyebrows lifted. She was obviously wary. “Uh oh. Can I help?”
Brad knew she’d offer because that’s how Amy was. He grabbed the bottle opener from the counter and popped the cap off the beer he’d taken from the fridge. “I was wondering if you knew anything about her past.”
Amy shrugged. “We don’t really talk about the past. Mostly the present and the future. What’s so important about her past?”
She was more inquisitive than he expected.
“Well, it seems whenever I approach the topic, she avoids it and changes the subject,” he admitted. “I just honestly had no idea she was a switch and I like knowing what I’m dealing with.”
“You mean you’re nosy,” she said with a playful grin.
“Call it what you want. I think a Dom should know everything about his sub, don’t you? Especially things like general upbringing, emotional trauma, that sort of thing.” He took a drink from the bottle.
Amy didn’t say anything. She seemed to be considering it.
“Eric knows all those things about you, doesn’t he?”
“He does know every little bit of my history,” she agreed.
Brad continued, “Do you think it makes him a better Dom and ultimately a better partner overall?”
She nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. But shouldn’t Kal know this? I mean, she has dominated a few guys in her time, hasn’t she?”
He shrugged. “No, I’m pretty sure only other women. Even then, only in the bedroom and superficially, but nothing serious.” He let out an exasperated sigh. “I want more than just a bedroom relationship with her and in order for that to happen we need to share this kind of stuff. But I figured since she wouldn’t tell me, I’d ask the only other person I know she talks to on a regular basis. She likes you. I figured maybe she trusted you more or maybe you girls talked about this sort of thing.”
A wide grin slid across Amy’s face. “You want me to do some recon?”
“I normally wouldn’t ask…” He started to feel really uncomfortable.
Her eyes traveled over his shoulder to the doorway behind him that led to the front living room. She gave him another wide grin. “I’ll do it. Now I’m curious.” Her voice had a tinge of excitement in it.
“That would be cool, but can you keep it, as they say, on the down low?” He tipped his head to one side. “I don’t want her to know I’m looking into her past or that I hired the PI, but every time I bring it up she changes the subject or she gives me vague details about her life.”
Amy’s eyes flew open and her jaw dropped. “You hired a PI?” she whispered.
Brad felt his cheeks flush a little bit. “Shhh! Yeah, it’s not something I’m proud of.”
“She is going to kick your ass if she ever finds out.”
He nodded and closed his eyes. Amy had never been that blunt about anything, but he knew she was right. “I know. But please don’t breathe a word, okay?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Investigator Ames is on the case, sir. I won’t breathe a word of it to anyone.”
He laughed and took a drink of his beer, and then he looked toward the kitchen door, toward the sound of laughter and voices from the other room. “Even Eric?”
She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Especially not to Eric. He can’t keep a secret to save his life.”
“Yeah, I suppose when it comes to you, that’s true,” he said, starting toward the door.
“Okay, so maybe I’ll tell him a little, but he’ll tell me he doesn’t want to know and the subject will be closed,” she told him.
Brad paused in the entryway and gave the kitchen another look, “Did you change something in here?”
“I painted the walls beige. They were white before,” she said.
He nodded. “It looks really good. I love everything you’ve done with the place.”
“Thanks. Eric’s sister wasn’t too keen on it. She decorated this place you know. She was here last month and scowled at some of my paint choices. But we get along otherwise,” she shrugged.
Brad chuckled. “You women and your damn decorating.”
Amy shrugged and then said hopefully, “Kal says your house could use a little work, too.”
He gave her a broad smile. Eric’s house sure had more of a homey, upbeat feel since Amy moved in. He liked it, and in that moment he wondered if he’d ever be able to convince Kali to give up her one bedroom apartment and move in with him. But then he supposed she was far too independent for that. Sure, she’d likely decorate his house six ways to Sunday, but move in with him? No, getting Kali to give up her apartment wasn’t going to be easy and he knew it. Slowly he meandered back into the living room only to find Kali and Eric laughing maniacally on the couch.
“What are you two up to?” Brad gave them both an appraising look. Or at least what he hoped was appraising.
Kali smiled. “You know that guy at the club who likes fucking shoes?”
It didn’t ring a bell. He shook his head as Amy entered carrying a platter of cheese and crackers.
“Sorry, I didn’t slice the cheese earlier because I didn’t want it to get hard around the edges.” She set the cheese and cracker platter down on the coffee table.
“Do you believe this? We leave the room and these two go off on shoe fetishes.” Brad took another long swig of beer. The bottle was already half gone. He grabbed a few crackers and some cheese and sat down in the chair next to the couch.
“I take it you don’t know this guy?” Eric asked with a raised eyebrow. He also helped himself to something from Amy’s cheese and cracker platter.
Amy took the other chair. “So does he just get off on looking at shoes or is it all about getting off on them? And how does one even do that?”
Kali began laughing again. “I think you would just rub on it or something.”
“I can’t imagine wanting to rub one out after a trip to the shoe store, but hey - don’t ever say I’m the type of person to bar anyone from being able to practice their own fetish. As long as it’s harming no one, more power to him,” Eric said with a matter-of-fact nod.
“Being accepting of a fetish doesn’t mean you can’t laugh does it? I think that’s funnier than hell. I’m not really a shoe fetish person.” Kali shrugged.
Brad looked at his beer bottle thoughtfully. “How many pairs of shoes do you own?”
He could feel Kali’s attitude come at him. “Liking shoes and thinking they’re pretty is not the same thing as seeing a shoe and being aroused by it.”
Amy nodded emphatically. “Yeah, I like shoes, too, but I don’t think I’d get off by rubbing on one.”
“What about licking shoes?” Eric offered.
“That’s on my limits list as a firm no, Sir,” Amy said with a stifled grin.
Eric and Kali burst out laughing.
Brad shook his head. It was a conversation that could only happen between his friends. “So I see Eric has finally allowed you to make a limits list. That’s always good.”
Shrugging, Eric offered, “There’s not much on it.”
Kali howled with delight and high-fived Amy.
Studying the women, he realized Eric had probably been right. Brad could have talked to Amy sooner and probably gotten all the
information he wanted. Clearly Amy and Kali talked about sex and other intimate areas of their lives. At least now, between Agares and Amy, he’d get a better picture of Kali.
Chapter Four
Ted Agares approached the desk at the entrance of Dungeon Fifty-Two. He was actually glad he had to work instead of spending time with his family. Those events were one of his least favorite activities. It didn’t help that he really didn’t get along with a large portion of his family. Not to mention they always brought up that at forty-three, he still wasn’t married and had no family of his own. Staying away from them was far easier than trying to fend off the questions.
The man behind the desk set down his paper and looked Ted up and down.
For the first time, Ted felt perhaps he’d dressed wrong for the job, but then this wasn’t his scene and there was no way he was dressing in leather or Goth fashion for a job. “Hi there. I was wondering who I could talk to who might remember a girl who used to work here.”
The man said nothing, but lifted an eyebrow.
“Her name is Laura Stanton.” Agares pulled the picture Brad had provided out of his jacket pocket and showed it to the man.
The man behind the desk stood and picked up the phone. “Hold on a minute,” he told Agares, then said into the phone, “There’s a man here who would like to talk to someone about Laura Stanton.”
There was a long pause. Finally, the guy hung up the phone. “One of the girls will be up in a minute to take you back to talk to the owner.” The man sat back down and picked up his newspaper. Just as he did, the door leading into the club opened and a very thin, short, brown-haired and barefoot woman dressed in a black mini-dress came out and looked at Agares expectantly.
“Is this the guy I need to take back to Mr. Kolknov?”
Newspaper guy nodded. “That’s him, he’s the only one here, you twit.”
She rolled her eyes and looked at Agares. She appraised his attire with a critical eye and didn’t say anything except, “Follow me.”
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