The woman waiting for him was beautiful. A red velvet cloak was wrapped luxuriously around her bare shoulders and one gleaming leg was slung languidly off the edge of the chaise longue.
“Well, hello,” she purred, her eyes smoky with arousal already. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“All good, I hope.” Marcus slid the belt out from his robe, letting it fall to the floor.
“Of course. Why else would we ladies have a two-week wait for an appointment with Crester’s newest arrival?”
Crester Pleasure Farm was where all the wealthy and important ladies of the land came to be serviced. The benefits were twofold—selected women were given orgasm after orgasm for a substantial arranged fee, while for a smaller payment, ladies could come to the adjacent oxytocin bars where sexual pheromones were piped from the pleasure rooms. It was an elite industry. Because of the decline in males, these bars were now commanding the highest prices for their pheromones.
It couldn’t have been better for Marcus; he could continue his search for Deborah by slipping into the meeting point three, four, five times a day. If he hadn’t almost seen her on the very first day he’d been here, he probably wouldn’t have been so enthusiastic, but he had caught a glimpse. He’d been sure of that. She’d been there, he’d sensed and seen her, but it was only for the briefest second. And so now he was on a quest to find her again and ask where she was held. Then he’d make his escape.
But for now, he was fast gaining a reputation for being compliant with the guards and governors and excellent at giving the clients exactly what they came for...many times over. Privileges were already coming his way, with extra food, a bigger room and, most importantly, longer walks in the gardens—unchaperoned at times too. Perfect for finding escape routes and making plans.
Marcus ran his gaze from the woman’s feet to her calves, then thighs. She noticed and shifted her buttocks to give him an eyeful of her delightful bush with pouting red lips that glistened already with the dewy haze of want. This won’t take long, he mused, and fell to his knees in front of her. He inhaled her musk briefly before slinking down to kiss her legs from the ankles up. He found the sweet spot behind her knee where the silky salt gathered and gave itself up to his lapping.
The woman squirmed, opened her legs further, and reached her fingers into his hair, pulling him up toward her pussy. Marcus obliged and engulfed her entire sex in his mouth, feasting on the liquid desire pulsing from this stranger. He twisted two fingers right up inside her and stroked roughly at her g-spot, coaxing a writhing tremor from deep inside. He stopped and withdrew, sliding up her body to her chest, casting off the velveteen robe and sinking his teeth into her beautiful rising breasts. Taking one puckering nipple between his teeth, he nibbled, gently rolling the other between finger and thumb. The woman groaned from deep within her throat and ground her hips into the chaise longue.
“Will you fuck me?” she asked in a breathy whisper as Marcus began to suckle her ferociously.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked between muffled mouthfuls.
“Oh yes, yes,” she squealed as Marcus stood up before her to reveal his shining, hard cock just at her eye level. “But let me taste you first.”
Marcus let his head fall back as the woman sank onto his aching cock. He closed his eyes and zoned in, letting darkness fall around him while he pinpointed his search. She was good. Her powerful cheeks and tongue worked him hard, and he rode the waves of pleasure she was creating with her rhythm. Teeth and lips joined the action, and Marcus took his place at the base of his cock where the surging began. The high-pitched mewl of orgasm racked his body and he started to shudder. He tried to snap himself back into reality but the lure of the climax was pulling him in deep. The meeting point was close, he could feel it shrouding him in waves, and he flailed frantically, trying to find Deborah among the darkness. A faint voice sent shivers through him and a slap ricocheted through his soul.
“Hey, don’t lose control now,” the woman shouted, and cold air surrounded his cock where she’d released him. Marcus snapped back into reality and was grateful to realize he hadn’t come yet. He’d been so close.
“Sorry.” He tried to cool the blush that heated his face and neck. “Clients don’t usually, you know…” He smiled, trying to make the woman feel like she had a talent that made her special. It worked. The seductive look returned and she sank back into her chair, stretching her legs apart provocatively.
“Well, maybe I’ll treat you again later, but first…” She lifted her pussy off the cushions, inviting Marcus in once more. “I want what I paid for.”
Marcus knelt down and fell onto her ripe sex, fucking her with his mouth and fingers. Within seconds, she convulsed around him. Marcus smiled to himself as she grabbed his head with her fists and thighs, shrieking in complete abandon. He knew she’d be angry—she’d wanted to be fucked to orgasm, not just fingered and sucked like she could with her female lovers—but he also knew sex was more intense after a woman had come.
Before she could complain, he pried himself free from her grip and flipped her over, forcing her face down into the cushions while her delicious rump was exposed to perfection. He took up position behind her and rammed his cock deep into her dripping, satisfied pussy. She clenched around him and he held her hips while he watched his cock tug at the folds of juicy skin as he withdrew, making ready for another dive.
Groaning, she pushed her ass out hungrily, trying to get him to stay inside. Her pussy was so hot and wet with desire that it reminded him of the day with Deborah when they’d fucked on the forest floor watching Birch and Hazel. Suddenly, he was angry with this woman for using him while he was captive. The shock and reality of his situation took over and he leaned in over the woman’s back and grabbed a handful of hair to get better purchase, then slammed as hard as he could into her wanton sex.
“Yes, yes! That’s it, fuck me, fuck me hard!” she screamed like a madwoman into the chaise longue.
Marcus pummeled her ferociously, trying to conjure the image of Deborah in his mind’s eye. Gritting his teeth hard and squeezing his eyes closed, he held on tight to the woman’s hair and ass cheek while he fucked himself into the oblivion of the search for his love. Sweat drizzled down his back and he stormed around in his head, screaming his lover’s name while thrusting inside this woman who meant nothing to him.
The surge took over once more; in the distance, the pinprick of light began to grow and swell, flickering like a mirage. His balls tightened and the woman reached up and under them both and squeezed them, running a long, cool nail over his perineum. The light expanded until it was he who was the pinprick in the distance, lost and calling, but just for the briefest of seconds, then he came. He shuddered and shot all his energy and lust right up into the woman who still held his balls in her palms, milking him, clutching on to him with every part of her.
Marcus couldn’t take it and quickly released her, almost pushing her down onto the chaise longue. Grabbing his robe and belt from the floor, he fled to the curtain that was the only privacy afforded to him in the pleasure chamber. Here he would wait, panting and shaking, until his next visitor. His belt had fallen just short of his sanctuary and he leaned out to pick it up, catching a glimpse of the woman he’d just fucked. Her hair stuck to her face and neck where sweat flushed her skin. Their gazes met for a brief second and she lazily blinked, drawing her cloak around her.
Marcus retreated behind his curtain as she made ready to leave.
“I’ll recommend you,” she said matter-of-factly, then was gone.
Marcus felt depleted, used and forlorn. There had been nothing there. Nothing. And if he was honest with himself, he’d never felt Deborah’s presence apart from once, and even then, it was only very faint. What was he doing there, relying on something that was really only a theory—not even a theory, just a stupid idea made up in the desperation of a fleeting moment? There was no such thing as ultimate unity or the meeting point. It was ridiculous. For the
first time in a long time, Marcus put his head in his hands and cried.
Chapter 17
Being woken at dawn had never filled Deborah with joy. She used to work long hours on her research but always into the evening, rather than getting up early to make the most of the morning.
“Do you have to clatter on every bloody door in this place?” she wailed, covering her head with her pillow, trying to block out the wake-up call. “I heard you at the fucking first cell!”
But the banging and rattling continued until it was accompanied by the protesting voices of the other inmates. What a dawn chorus, Deborah thought, and the words shot her back into the gleaming rays of first light in the forest. Her heart quavered for a second but she gave herself a shake. She would not give in to self-pity and dressed quickly in the stiff cotton tunic, a woolen shawl wrapped around her shoulders to keep the chill from her neck, and thick socks under leather sandals. Of course, to make matters worse, Deborah was so small that these clothes drowned her, making her feel like an old peddler woman, not a research scientist.
She’d been at the facility for a few weeks now—or was it months?—and sat at her work desk every day until the light failed, staring down at Petri dishes of defrosted semen.
The noise in the corridor continued and Deborah waited patiently at the door of her cell until Jane came to take her to the lab. As far as guards went, Jane was one of the good ones—not too bright but equally without malice. Deborah had heard of other women who were overcome with power lust when appointed with the responsibility of leading prisoners to work or meals, who did awful things to the inmates. Jane was actually very pleasant and told Deborah things about the other guards and sometimes the governor that she really shouldn’t have but, again, it was done in all innocence.
As the cell door swung open, Deborah came out and followed in step with Jane. They fell into easy conversation.
“How’s the Archmatrias’ veg plot coming along? Did they get the stock delivered yet?” Deborah looked sideways at the ever-smiling Jane, who was always more than eager to talk.
“Oh, now there’s a tale. Remember they were waiting for them new seed potatoes?”
“Yes,” said Deborah while peering at every nook and cranny of her surroundings, as she did on each trip back and forth, searching for something that might seem like an escape hatch.
“Well, the delivery cart rode off the ditch and snapped a wheel so they had to wait ’til the next day!” She told the news with such gusto, Deborah couldn’t help smiling.
“When are the deliveries usually?”
“I told you a million times! Monday the grain comes for bread. Wednesday them things you work with come in that big van with snow in it.”
She was talking about the vats of semen frozen in liquid nitrogen. It was quite unusual to see trucks these days, so Deborah knew she could rely on Jane’s attention to detail.
“Oh yes, the snow van. What time does that come again? I’ve forgotten.”
“Eleven-fourteen in the morning—you know that!”
“Oh yes, but what time does it leave again?”
“It only ever drops off one big box with all the containers in so it only takes a few minutes.” Jane paused and looked along the corridor, a motion that meant a juicy bit of gossip was coming Deborah’s way. “Unless it’s the curly-haired driver, then it takes a bit longer.” A smile broke over Jane’s face.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the governor likes shagging that one.”
“Jane!” Deborah giggled to Jane’s guffawing until her chest ached. This was good. This could be very good. At least when she had found a way to get out, she knew where to find transport. “Which way does it come from?” she asked when the hilarity had finally subsided.
“East. It comes from the east.”
As they drew up at the locked lab door, Deborah turned to the guard. “Just how is it that you know so much about everything going on here?”
Jane stared unblinking into Deborah’s eyes. “They’re not careful around me. They think I’m stupid.” She opened the door for Deborah and winked at her as she slid under her arm and into the lab. A shiver raised the hairs from Deborah’s neck all the way down to the base of her spine.
The door locked behind her. She took her place at the huge window and picked up her papers from the previous day’s work, still reeling slightly from Jane’s revelation. Smart indeed.
She was usually left to her own devices for a couple of hours before any equipment or samples were brought for testing. It was then that she really studied her theories from the day or days before, trying to relax her mind and get into the zone where her brain connected the formulas that brought results. It had always been part of her thinking process, and as she began to let herself drip into that almost trance-like state of pure thought, she began to draw parallels with the ultimate unity. She wondered whether her mind could roam in that space for other things, or if she could reach the meeting point without the release of climax.
Deborah let the hope creep in that it could be the case. Last night, as every night, as she’d tried to make contact with her lover, no arousal would come. She’d explored her body under her sheets, mechanically rubbing all the bits that should have induced pleasure, but nothing. Not a thing. She was beginning to fear it would never come back. Even with Marcus’s words scrawled over the pages of the notebook, nothing was helping. She was frigid, dead, passionless.
The slowly growing stack of her new research papers drew her attention and a glimmer of hope twinkled as she tried to find her way through a theory. It was tantalizing. Maybe, maybe… She needed to start with something simple. She rifled through an old textbook until she found some elementary puzzles to work on. Easy logic but as the answers flickered into her mind’s eye, she also felt the wave wash over her. Lifting her face up toward the sky through the huge window, Deborah began to soar on her own thoughts. Logic met with spirit and at last she knew she could do it.
* * * *
“I think she’s having a fit.” Jane’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts to a group of women crowding around and shaking her.
“I’m fine,” Deborah snapped, and sprang to her feet, knocking the women away. “Have you got what I requested?” she asked, outwardly composed but with her heart hammering inside.
“Yes.” A uniformed delivery girl came forward and motioned to a box on the floor near where Deborah had been lying. “It was me who found you. I thought you’d fainted or something so I went and got help.”
“Well, I’m fine now so you can all get back to whatever it is you need to be doing.”
A soft mumble rippled through the collected women—a couple of guards, the delivery girl, and two cleaners. To her amazement, they all seemed to do as they were told...as she had told them.
“And you don’t need to report this either,” she continued sharply. “I am fine.” She flashed them a warning glare as all five women left.
When the clunk of the key had signaled their departure, Deborah sank onto her stool. What had just happened? Yes, she’d had a weird astral-planing trip-out, but after that...it was as if she was developing some kind of power over these women. It wasn’t something she felt very comfortable about, but she was wise enough to cast her uncertain feelings aside long enough to see that this shift in control could be very helpful to her plans. Very helpful indeed.
She went to the box of requested items. Her heart sank as she thought of all the different chemicals she would have to test and record the reactions of. It was a laborious and tedious task, especially since she’d done it all before. Deborah was still unconvinced that her research papers couldn’t be found. She’d been ordered to start her studies again from scratch and she’d yelled in horror that it could take years. The governor had merely smiled and waved her out.
As she picked at the packing tape and ripped the box open to reveal vial upon vial of samples, solutions, and chemicals, Deborah roared in despair. Angrily, she balled h
er fists and punched at the box, knocking it off the table. She ran to the door, pounding as hard as she could.
Jane opened it quickly, looking stricken. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “I thought since you’d had a fit I’d stay here in case something happened.”
Deborah fought her instinct to speak kindly to Jane and pushed past her into the corridor. “I didn’t have a bloody fit. Take me to the governor.”
“You know I can’t just take you to the governor,” the big woman said, shrugging and rolling her eyes.
Deborah stood to her full height and pushed her face upward to Jane’s as menacingly as she could. “I said take me to the fucking governor.”
Fear flashed in Jane’s eyes, but quickly dispersed back to her usual easy way and she shrugged again, lumbering off down the hall and beckoning Deborah to follow. “Okay, I’ll take you.”
Deborah bent forward, leaning her hands heavily on her thighs while Jane’s back was still turned, and took a huge breath. Where was this bravado coming from? Trembling now as the adrenalin began to leave her body, she straightened and trotted after Jane.
The governor was indeed less than happy to see her and motioned Jane to leave with a thunderous look.
“And just how can I help you, Ms—” She checked the number on Deborah’s tunic “—Regan D222?”
“I will respond to Doctor Regan or Deborah—that is all.” Deborah saw a glint of what could have been amusement, or irritation, in the governor’s eye.
“Very well, Doctor Regan. How may I assist you?” Her tone was clipped and Deborah could almost see the rise of the woman’s hackles. Another power victory. The governor would never know how calling her by name boosted Deborah’s confidence another three notches.
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