Stolen Flame

by D W Marshall

  “Did I mention that today is my birthday, too?” he asks.

  “Happy birthday,” I moan.

  “Happy birthday to you.”

  His skillful fingers find my sex again and my body awakens more. He works his fingers in and out and around inside of me. My hips lift to meet him, telling him I don’t want him to stop.

  “You are so wet and ready for me. Tell me if it’s too much.”

  “Okay.” I’m breathless.

  He pulls his fingers out of my sex, leaving me gasping. I watch him move over me. He takes a second and kisses the inside of each of my thighs. He stares down at me with hooded, lustful eyes and he is panting. “Ready?”

  I nod yes, but my heart beats double-time. I’m nervous. I’m afraid. And the feelings are wound up in a tight knot sitting in my stomach and throat. There is no going back now. I will be forever changed, starting with the moment I was taken from my home. Tears drain down the sides of my face and I squeeze my eyes tight to dash them away. No one is coming to rescue me. There are no saviors here. I must show strength on the outside, no matter how strong fear is twisting its way through me.

  The pressure of him spreads the opening of my sex, causing the outer walls to sting and bite. There is so much pressure. I open my eyes to find his eyes pinned to mine. The pressure turns to pain as he tears away one of things I held dear and precious. The pressure is delightful and foreign and overwhelming and I think about Mason’s words about how pain can feel good. He eases deeper inside of my slick flesh and my body is hit with a swirl of sensations. My skin prickles and goosebumps cover me and my heart pounds in my chest.

  He pulls back out and emptiness invades me. I want to feel his fullness inside of me again. No, I need it. The sensations take me away from the here and now, allowing me to get lost and wrapped up in them. He slides his length inside of me, deeper this time, and my walls contract around him. My body is more relaxed and allows him to penetrate more, going farther into the back of my sex. I arch my back and thrust my hips forward and Tyson gets a little braver and pushes deeper inside of me.

  “Yes. More,” I hiss at him.

  He pushes his hardness deeper still, filling me. I am replete. His length takes up every inch of me, stealing my breath away. When he pulls out of me the fear creeps back in as the emptiness takes over, leaving me cold.

  “I want more of you, please. I’ll be okay. I won’t break,” I plead because the sensations crawling and biting through my body are all-consuming and exactly what I need. In this moment, this is all I can think about and all I want.

  When the hood was pulled from my head, and I learned that I would be a sex pawn, I thought I’d rather die. Now sex might be the only thing that keeps me alive.

  His eyes widen. “Are you sure?” Tyson asks.

  I nod, and in one quick motion, he plunges his entire length deep inside my sex. My body vacillates between pleasure and pain. I fight the tears because in this place, taken away from my family, things could be so much worse than sharing my first time with this gentle stranger.

  When I raise my hips he slips in deeper. I move in rhythm with him, rolling my hips as he eases in and out of me. I start to feel an intense new feeling down there as he moves in and never quite out of me, faster and faster. His moans excite me more. My bones soften, and my knees spread as his body slips and slides against mine, consuming me.

  He stares down at me, frozen in time. My breaths are an uneven staccato, hell-bent on catching up to my racing heart. He says something with his eyes that I can’t read. With my eyes, I plead with him to show me this kindness forever and to be someone I can count on in this castle of unseen horrors, even though I’m a complete stranger to him, and he doesn’t owe me anything. What have I go to lose? I allow what I hope is a sweet smile to grow on my face and travel up to my eyes. Tyson returns the smile and nods his head as if he can read my mind, before he pushes inside of me again. This causes me to forget where I am for a moment as his overwhelming cock fills me. Greedily, I roll my hips as close as I can to take in all of him.

  “You are so fucking amazing!” he moans into my ear, and that is my undoing.

  My body shakes and bucks underneath him. Unintelligible words escape my lips as I lose complete control around his Thunderdick. He joins me, burying himself even farther inside of me as we ride out our orgasms together.

  After, we both lie still, trying to catch our breath.

  “I might just fall asleep in my Chamber nightly,” I whisper in his ear.

  He kisses my shoulder and playfully bites and nips at my sensitive skin. “Maybe not every night. Don’t want anyone to catch on.”

  In the wake of what just happened, the room comes back into focus. It’s still too white, foreign, and scary.

  I forgot I was here. How could I have sex with a stranger and forget everything that has happened to bring me to this moment? Can the hormones be that strong, or is this a defense mechanism?

  I’m not done with him yet. I don’t want to think about my fucked up life. I need more. With him still inside of me, I roll on top. He’s rock hard and I show more appreciation. I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I figure if I like it, he probably does, too. I move my hips in a circular motion, grinding hard on him. In this position, he fills me even more. I throw my head back and move into a forward position. The room disappears again, and I feel butterflies and clenching between my legs.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt the party over here, but it seems I've worn my virgin out completely,” Mason says.

  We all glance over to find Violet passed out.

  “I know I said that you can break Flame in for the next few days, but I must have a few minutes to sample this nectar,” Mason continues. “I have been checking the two of you out, and, damn…makes me want you both. Sit over there and watch, Ty.”

  How can I protest? He’s the one who has given me this gift. What’s the saying? He who giveth, can taketh away. I know now that I need Tyson. Without him, I won’t survive the next year. Tyson lifts me off of his length, his vacancy leaves me void.

  “On your knees, please,” Mason says taking Tyson’s place.

  I comply.

  Mason plants a kiss on my bottom, taking a cheek in each hand. He smacks me hard, causing my ass to sting and warm, but it doesn’t hurt. Without the same tenderness Tyson gave, he slams into me. He isn’t flowers and candy, that’s for sure. He pounds in and out of me. The rhythmic sound of his skin slapping against mine is what I focus on. I allow myself to get lost in the rhythm, smack-thump, smack-thump. The welcomed and already too-familiar sensations begin again. Mason’s cock continually pushes on a spot in the back of my sex and I am responding. My breath rips through me, and I pant, unable to think straight. I push my ass back to get more of him. It’s not romantic or sweet. It is pure fucking. No wonder Violet passed out.

  “Look at Tyson,” he commands me.

  I glance over at him and he’s even harder than he was before. He’s rubbing his hand up and down his shaft as his hips move. He’s getting off on Mason fucking me. I don’t know why this is so hot to me. My cheeks warm, thinking about how his massive cock was inside of me, and I’m undone. I slip off the edge. Waves and waves wrack my body and it gives way, letting the orgasm take me. I tremble and shake, and my walls tighten around him as he plunges deeper inside of me and yells out.

  “Fuck! Best Chamber ever!” He falls onto my back and grinds his cock inside of me playfully.

  After a few moments, he pulls out of me, curls into a naked ball and passes out on the bed next to me. Fuck hard, sleep hard.

  Tyson makes his way over to me. Round two? He motions for me to follow him to the empty bed. I do as he requests, eager for anything he wants to give me.

  “Sleep,” he says.

  He must be able to read the disappointment on my face, because he adds. “Not to brag, but I’m a lot to take for an experienced pussy. Yours is a new, tender little flower that needs to be handled with care. We can explore mor
e tomorrow,” he promises.

  I scoot in under the covers. When he scoots in after me, I’m shocked. This is insane. Now that the room is again stark-white and uninviting, my world tips and turns. It really is true. Somehow, I allowed myself to believe this was all a dream: part fantasy, part nightmare. Tears spill from my eyes and roll down my face and our arms, as we lie together in silence. I’m aware of every sound and movement he makes. Tyson. My first. No matter what else happens in my life—whether I survive The Chamber, the choices I make, the career I choose, who I marry, where I live—that statement will always and forever be true. Tyson. My first.

  My only hope is that for Liam this doesn’t define our future. I hope he can get past it. I fall asleep effortlessly. Tyson’s slow, even breaths are my soundtrack.

  Chapter Six

  A New Alliance

  White-hot, blinding light floods the Deflowering Chamber, bouncing around the alabaster walls and white marble floors. The effect pulls me away from my much-needed slumber, and I wake with a start.

  Healing sleep is what I require. My body feels broken and ravished. How do they expect me to do this five days per week? Last night with Tyson was a rough ride. His cock should only be allowed to enter a horse. It’ll take me weeks to recover. No female vagina is suitable for his girth.

  Still, I’m relieved that my first time in a place like this managed to be tender. As raw as my flesh feels, I appreciate the merciful generosity and kindness he showed me. The reality is that his Thunderdick broke me in two. I doubt I have the strength to move or walk. Even turning over is proving to be a challenge, but somehow I manage it. If only I could be in Liam’s bed right now, waking up after our first night of lovemaking in his strong arms. I flip over completely so that I’m on my back and Tyson is smiling down at me, snapping me out of my deep thoughts. Now I’m awake.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he states as if this were any morning of any day and we were rising as lovers rather than what we really are—strangers, captive and capturer.

  I don’t hate Tyson for my predicament. He’s just doing his job, and I know that if it were not him, it would have been someone else who might have treated me so much worse.

  “Hi,” I respond.

  “How are you feeling?” he asks.

  “Exhausted…split in two,” I mumble through a yawn and stretch my arms over my head.

  The room is empty. It’s just the two of us—no Violet, no Mason.

  “Sorry about that. I seem to have that effect on women,” he says and laughs.

  I want to ask him what’s going to happen to me next, but I’m afraid of the answer. What if he says more sex with him? There’s no way my body can endure another go, even if being in the moment allows me to forget that I am here and not home. I want to ask him if he will help me escape, but I already know the answer to that question.

  “What happens to me now?” I go ahead and ask. Please, no more Thunderdick.

  Tyson raises himself up and rests on his elbow. He gazes down at me. He really is very attractive. Up close, his eyes take on a hazel hue that can’t be appreciated from a distance. Back home, Tyson would be a catch, a guy that any one of my friends could fall for if not for his involvement in The Chamber. I want to ask him how he came to be here.

  “Today you meet with your groomer, Zion.”

  He pops out of bed, and my eyes greedily take in his massive cock. I’m still getting used to seeing them everywhere…even behind my closed eyes. His swings in and out of view as he walks away from me. I just don’t get how he carries that thing around in his pants. It must weigh a ton. His backside is quite spectacular in its own right. He’s perfectly muscled and toned from the top of his shoulders to his calves, but my eyes linger on his buttocks that I want to touch.

  He grabs a robe from a nearby chair and turns to walk back to me, giving me the full-frontal view. He smiles and winks approval of my visual exploration. His cock swells even more with each step he takes. He tosses me the silky crimson robe, and I rise to put it on. I have a strong feeling that I’m going to hate the color red by the end of my year here.

  We don’t speak as Tyson leads me to my next destination. He nods and acknowledges the other guards we pass in the corridors. He isn’t distant and cold. It’s almost like he’s remaining professional on purpose. For appearances. There’s a very subtle current of energy bouncing between us. It shocks me every time our skin accidentally touches. I don’t know if he feels these things, but I do. He’s all business when he drops me off in front of an area that looks like the lobby of a high-end spa.

  A young woman at the counter offers me a kind smile. She introduces herself to me as Zion. She’s beautiful. I’m starting to think that beauty is a requirement for employment here. She has long, auburn hair, pale green eyes and a petite figure. Maybe she can take my place. I extend my hand out in introduction. “I’m Viv…I mean, I’m Flame,” I say. My voice is tight and small.

  “Welcome, Flame,” she says. “I’ll be the one keeping you Chamber-ready at all times,” She motions with her hand. “Follow me.”

  I turn and wave goodbye to Tyson, who nods and walks away. But he gives me a quick wink and a flash of a smile before doing so. Zion and I walk through a small waiting area to a more secluded room.

  “Have a seat,” she instructs.

  The chair is plush leather and reclines. When I take my seat, the material caresses my skin. I’ve never given much thought to chairs and how they feel against my body, but I plan to appreciate even the tiniest of pleasures. I don’t know how many of them I have left.

  The room is small in comparison to the rest of the place, and it has a calming effect on me, like a warm blanket. The color scheme of warm beige, brown, and splashes of blue add to the feel. Recessed lighting creates a dim, faint glow. The clawfoot tub in the center of the room is already filled with water and sweet-smelling petals. I close my eyes, prepared to drift off into a deep sleep. That all changes when I feel the a pluck on my eyebrow. Reflexively, I jump. I have never waxed or plucked anything.

  “Sorry,” she offers. “You’ll be used to having hairs snatched out of your face in no time.” She continues to pluck and tweeze and wax every place but the top of my head. My skin is a live wire of pain and sensations.

  “My job is to keep you groomed, and your vagina in good shape. This job can take a toll on your nether regions. I’m going to put some healing salve on you right now, then I want you to soak in the tub. Open your legs, please.”

  I’ve been to the gynecologist before, and I treat this moment as such. I tell myself that this is a regular check-up. I’m holding onto and creating anything to ground myself to my reality.

  After my evening with Tyson, I am eager for anything that will take away the sting between my legs. Her fingers are warm.

  “You’ll get used to this, too,” she says and plasters a weak smile on her face. I know that it’s weak because it doesn’t reach her eyes and it falls as quickly as it appears.

  Tears prickle my eyes as her fingers go to work applying the thick salve. She layers on a heavy coating, covering my entire vaginal area. I close my eyes and concentrate on her deft fingers and nothing else, and soon, my body responds to the friction of her rubbing the cream in. All my nerve endings hone in on my sex. I pretend I’m anywhere but here. I’m in my room with Liam. I squeeze my eyes tight as the image takes shape. His blue eyes are staring into mine, his lips graze and tickle my neck, my cheek, then come close to my lips. A low hum of electricity pulses along the space between my skin and muscle. It’s Liam’s fingers, not hers, that spread me and massage the folds and opening.

  I gasp when fingers slip into my sex, I’m tender and raw. Soothing menthol cools my tenderness, and it starts to feel better right away. When I open my eyes Liam is gone. I am back in the small space, back in The Chamber. Zion is busying herself with washing her hands. What just happened must be an everyday occurrence to her. I am thankful that she treats this bizarre situation clinically.


  She turns back to me. “All right, hit the bath. The salve is full of herbs that promote healing. I heard that your first time was with Tyson.” She stares at me with big eyes and bared clenched teeth. “Brave girl. It’s gonna take a few days to recover from that much man.”

  “Thank you.” I climb off the chair and let my robe fall to the floor. After my grooming experience, there is no reason to be shy. The clawfoot tub, like everything here, is regal and classic.

  I drop into the hot water. My girl parts scream out as the heat slaps against my body. Once I settle into the bath, all parts of my body get used to the temperature. All I can do is close my eyes and let the warmth take me over. A soft melody plays in the background.

  “I’ll leave you to it,” Zion says. I hear the door close behind her.

  My thoughts drift to Liam. Is he the key to surviving this place? If I can hide myself away in a fantasy of him, could that be enough? Stolen moments in my own world will allow a mental escape until a physical one presents itself.

  Everyone has to know I’m missing by now. I don’t know where I am or what time it is back home, but I know I have witnessed one sunrise, so it’s been one day. They must all be frantic with fear and worry, and in some ways, what they are going through is worse than what I am going through. At least I know that I’m alive. Sure, my body doesn’t belong to me, but I’m not chained up to a wall. I’m in a spa, soaking in a tub, while they are home wondering if I am lying in a shallow grave, or worse, being tortured.

  My tears drop into the bath and mix with the water. Mason has put all of us in the worse possible situation. He promises release in a year, if we behave. Then what? I suddenly reappear? What will I say, that I wanted to find myself and I ran away? They would never forgive me. I would never forgive me. If I try to escape, then what? Everyone I love will be in danger? Shit. I slam my hands into the water and it thrashes in waves around me. I let go. I bring my legs up, wrap my arms around them, and wail, unconcerned for who might hear me.