by D W Marshall
“You were all amazing tonight. Now in the tradition of all The Chambers before you, the guards lucky enough to work exploration night get to release all their pent up sexual tension from playing the role of observer. As you can see, they’re all very ready, and so am I.”
So many cocks.
I can see most of the girls now, and the guards move into position to claim them for the night. How long will we be expected to last? I’m beginning to be thankful for my apparatus. At least I don’t have to hold my weight.
“Ladies you worked hard tonight and deserve real, deep, penetrative orgasms.”
The room goes silent.
“Are you ready?” Tyson whispers in my ear.
A wonderful chill runs down the side of my neck. Tyson surprises me by trailing kisses from my ear to my lips. His mouth is hot, moist, full, and tender as he tastes mine. I answer him with equally tender kisses. My head swims. I’m intoxicated by the flood of emotions I am feeling.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers against my lips. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to lose myself inside of you now.”
I smile my assent.
Tyson doesn’t take his hands off of my body as he walks behind me. Their touch warms me. Even after hours of being fondled, my body is so ready for him. My sex is already quivering in anticipation. With Tyson, I don’t want to forget where I am. I don’t need my superwoman cape. He makes me feel like I’m in this with him—his partner.
I know better. I have no choice or options here. At least he seems to respect me enough to make me believe that I do. Tyson sinks his Thunderdick deep inside of me. I can’t arch my back enough. Mason was right—our hours of being probed only tickled and scratched the surface. Tyson was what I needed. My breathing hitches in my chest, as the impending climax builds inside of me. The sounds escaping me are desperate and carnal. Tyson plunges in deeper still, and instead of pulling himself out of me, he stays deep and rolls his hips, his cock filling me completely. He stays there as I pulsate and spasm around him. Euphoria rains down on me as I roar out and find my release. The tears that flood my face are not from sadness or fear. They are for the strong feelings I seem to have blooming inside of me. For Tyson? What does it all mean?
Tyson leans forward, and the length of his torso flattens across my back. His cock deliciously fills me and doesn’t move.
“You are going to make me fucking fall in love with you, Vivian,” he whispers, and kisses my shoulders and back like the lover he just might be.
He continues the task of pleasuring me with his Thunderdick, slamming his length deep inside my pussy, pulling it nearly out, then slamming it back inside. I never thought anything could feel so good. The sounds and words coming out of me are not my own. I am a woman possessed.
I pulsate around him, feeling full and sated. I roll my hips around and around, grinding onto him. All I want is him forever. I scream out loud as I go over the edge repeatedly. I shudder, I spasm, I cry. I assign every single sexual sensation I am having in this moment to Tyson. I will recall them whenever I need them to blanket and comfort me.
Tyson finds his release. Animal and primal noises erupt from within him before he collapses against me again, kissing me in a succession of slow, passionate pecks.
“This is wrong. We just made love. I should be able to sleep beside you now. I have to leave you, but please know that I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to stay with you and watch you sleep and dream. Dream of me tonight, Vivian.”
I nod. He could be very easy to fall for.
Tyson’s smile is megawatt, and he kisses me on the lips. I feel naked, depressed and empty when he pulls out of me. Am I being drugged? Is this what Stockholm syndrome feels like? WTF? I’m losing my mind. What about Liam?
Our evening is finally over. I am finally released from my apparatus. We are lead to the Beautification Chamber, a good sign. Zion goes through the already-comfortable ritual of massaging my broken body. She rubs the healing salve over my entire sex. She slips her fingers inside and coats me with more salve. This time, I don’t get the slightest bit excited. I’m numb, like any girl would be after spending the evening with Tyson buried inside of her. Truthfully, I loved every minute of that part.
Zion leads me to the bath, filled with the healing petals and water. When I sink into the tub, the heated water cocoons my body with its forces, pushing against me gently at every point that I am submerged. I ignore the aches crawling down my spine and the sharper pains that rest in my shoulders and do my best to unwind. This is my life now and I have to figure a way out or a way through; those are my only options. If the rest of my time here is anything at all like tonight, I don’t know how I will survive.
I close my eyes, expecting and hoping to get lost in silence. Instead, my brain, unlike my body, is wide awake, and I don’t have any idea how to quiet it. My internal information superhighway is congested with thoughts.
I know I can trust Liam, but how can I trust Tyson? We just met. He doesn’t know me and I don’t know him. He has shown me kindness since the beginning. He’s even shown protectiveness toward me, but that’s his job, and it could all be an act. None of this matters anyway. When and if I get out of here, I’m never going to see Tyson again. His place and life are here. My life is back home with Liam—that is, if he’ll even want me after this experience. Hell, he might find someone else while I’m in here. A year without a word is a long time to wait for someone. He won’t know if I’m dead or alive. Even if Mason is true to his word and releases us, I’m sure my family and friends will have mourned me and moved on with their lives. It would be the healthy thing to do.
Tomorrow is Monday. I have only been here a little over a week. The introductions are over. Our first night in our actual Chambers is fast approaching. If I could spend a year with Tyson, I could do this. I’ve come to realize how much I need him. But, thirty-five different guys fucking me every week for a year? If I survive that, what will be left of me?
The thought that keeps playing on a loop in my mind is to just give up. I could. I have everything I need right here to end it all. One could drown in two inches of water, and I’m surrounded by it. It wouldn’t take much; all I’d have to do is allow myself to sink. I scoot my body down until my chin is resting on the surface of the water. My heart starts thrumming and my breaths shake. I scoot down until my mouth is covered and I stare out at the tiny room. Images of my family flash before me as my heart pounds in my chest. A couple more inches, and all I have to do is breathe water until I don’t breathe anything.
I plunge myself deeper until my eyes are submerged. My body trembles as I open my mouth and take in water. My body fights to save itself, and I have no choice but to come up for air. I do so in a wild, frantic rush, splashing and spilling water onto the floor, while I hack and bark and wheeze. Water shoots out of my throat and nose and the only desire I have is to catch the breath I so badly wanted to extinguish.
Coughing gives way to weeping silent tears for everything that I have lost. My body shivers with a violence that stirs the water, which no longer offers me peace and serenity. My mind is empty because I have nothing. I wrap my arms around my legs and stare blindly at nothing. My vision is blurring as I let the errant tears fall unchecked.
In the distance I hear Zion shouting, “Flame!” but I don’t answer. I am not Flame. I’m nobody. “Nobody” can survive a place like this. “Nobody” doesn’t give a fuck what happens to Flame, and that is who I have to be. Zion’s hands reach into the tub and I know that she has unplugged the drain when the water retreats. The sound of sucking and whooshing takes the lukewarm liquid into the pipes, and I don’t move.
“Flame, oh my god, I should have checked on you sooner!” Zion says. “You’ll catch your death sitting in this cold water. Look at you. You’re freezing cold.” Her warm hand brushes up and down my arm, offering friction that sends heat to the spot. I don’t turn to her, I continue to stare ahead at nothing. She wraps a heavy towel around me and attempts to l
ift me from the empty tub, but she isn’t successful at moving my dead weight.
Cool air hits my body when she opens the door and leaves me. The towel slides down into the tub, I feel it resting against my back. The sound of my teeth slamming against each other breaks through the silence. After a short time, the door swings open, but no light filters through.
“Vivian!” Tyson’s voice sails through the small space and awakens something inside of me. I turn my head to see him rushing toward me. He scoops me out of the tub and wraps blankets around me with Zion’s help.
“I tried to drown myself, but I couldn’t do it,” I say around a hiccup. My voice is so void of life, I hardly recognize it. He sits down with me on his lap. He takes my hands in his and blows heat into them.
“Everyone keeps saying how strong I am, but they don’t know what they are talking about.” Sobs wrack my body, and I stare into his eyes. “I’m weak, and I want to die.”
He brings his forehead to mine. “I won’t let you,” he says and wraps his arms around me.
Chapter Ten
Liam, We Have to Find Her
I don’t know how the police expect us to sit around and do nothing. Vivian has been missing for over a week. A week! All they do is tell us how they’re working on the case, but they have no real leads. It’s like she just vanished into fucking thin air. What am I supposed to do?
Everything in my life reminds me of her. If I go to our favorite coffee shop near campus, all I think of is her. When Maddie and I get together to hang out, all she does is cry, which makes me feel like a helpless piece of shit, but she’s the only person I can talk to who truly understands. Vivian’s parents are also suffering, but I can’t exactly hang out with them.
I pull up in front of Maddie’s mom’s house to pick her up. She and I are going to the police station again. The officer working Vivian’s case was moved to the big, fancy station on MLK and Alta, so that’s where we’re headed.
Maddie comes running out of the house and hops into my car. She kisses me on the cheek, buckles her seat belt and we take off.
“How are you holding up?” she asks me.
“Same. Shitty. You?” I glance over at her. She’s wearing her usual tight shirt with her cleavage pouring out and a barely-there miniskirt. Maddie is hot as hell, too, but she and Vivian are opposites. Maddie is tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and bodacious with a sexy body. Vivian is more reserved, more refined, and more athletically built with steel-gray eyes and near-black hair. If they were standing side by side, you would never expect them to even be friends. It’s like Vivian makes Maddie more of an angel, and Maddie brings out Vivian’s inner hellion.
Maddie was never my type growing up. A girl like that can get you in trouble. Her combination of hot and wild means a lot of hassle for whoever her boyfriend is. No matter, though, I love her, too. I have and would protect her just as I would Vivian. We’ve been best friends forever.
When we pull into the police station lot, we pause for a beat. Both of us are hotheads, so we can’t just bust in there demanding answers, or we may land in the tank for a night.
“Okay, Liam, we’re going to go inside calmly,” she says. “Remember, we want them to want to help us.”
“You’re right—best behavior.” I smile.
We walk back out twenty minutes later with nothing. The fucking detective on the case wasn’t there, and his partner informed us that they have no new leads. This can’t be happening.
“Well, that was pointless,” Maddie says. “Can we grab a bite, at least?”
I nod. We head to PT's for their cheeseburger special. I order us a couple of Sapporos. When they arrive, I take a long draw from my beer. “Can you believe this shit, Maddie? What if we never see her again?” My voice cracks on the words.
Her eyes narrow. “Don’t say that, Liam. We have to believe she’s coming back to us.”
I roll my eyes at her. I wish I could feel so optimistic, but deep down I know she’s dead. She’s a kidnapper’s nightmare. There’s no way they’ll be able to handle her. She has too much fight in her. She’s dead. I hold up my bottle. “To Vivian,” I say.
“To Vivian,” Maddie says, and we clink bottles.
“Let’s get drunk,” I say.
“Here?” Maddie looks around at the thin, late lunch crowd.
“Anywhere. Here works. It’s close to home in case we get too drunk. You wanna call Stevyn?” I ask her.
She looks down at her hands. “That won’t be necessary.”
I slide around our booth so I’m right next to her. “What up?”
She leans into my side. “I don’t know. Ever since Viv went missing…it’s just, he doesn’t love her so he can’t understand. I feel like you are the only person I can talk to about what I’m going through.”
I bump her shoulder with mine in an effort to comfort her. “I feel the same way about you. No one else understands.” I slam down my beer bottle. “That’s it! Fuck him, and fuck everybody else! We are starting an official ‘our girl is missing’ support group.” I stand and ease my way out of the booth. “I’m gonna get us something stronger.”
I return with a bottle of tequila, two shot glasses, salt, and limes.
“They let you bring the whole bottle to the table?” Maddie asks.
“Sure. Shana knows Vivian, too.” I wave to the bartender. “She said to take some shots for her, and that she will make sure we leave in a cab.”
Maddie doesn’t think about it any further. We lick the salt off of the back of our hands, throw the poured shot back, and suck the limes. We repeat the ritual until we are slurring our words. The pain becomes dull. We might just be onto something. I don’t know why we didn’t think of this earlier. Like two fools, Maddie and I start dancing in the middle of PT’s. I’m not even sure there is any music. The place starts getting busier as the night progresses. People we don’t know, and some who we do, join us for shots of tequila. By the time the cab rolls up, we’ve forgotten about the pain, at least temporarily.
Maddie and I hang on to each other for support as we climb into the back of the cab. We slur our addresses to the driver. He pulls up in front of my place first. The pub is only a few blocks away. I lean over to hug Maddie and give her a quick kiss before climbing out. I totally miss her cheek and my kiss lands on her mouth.
For some reason, we don’t break the kiss. I pull my face back and stare into her eyes, searching for something, and then I see it—need, loneliness. I press my lips back to hers and in an unexpected response, she winds her fingers through my hair. I toss money at the cab driver, take Maddie’s hand, fumble with my keys, and rush her into the house. I don’t want to think about what we’re about to do. I just want to bury myself inside of her so that for one fucking moment, I can feel something other than pain. I’m sure she feels the same way. We’re bonded forever by tragedy.
We’re practically naked by the time we make it to my room. We burst through the door and pause in front of my bed. I stand in front of Maddie naked. My is dick hard and aching. I’d hoped that by now I’d be inside of Vivian, tasting the sweet nectar of her innocence and making her mine in every way. I never for one minute thought I would be standing in front of her best friend—my best friend—watching her ample breasts move as she takes sobering, deep breaths. Neither of us is as drunk as we were when we walked through the door.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask Maddie. She’s suddenly what I want and what I need because she can take the pain away, but I won’t do anything she doesn’t want to do.
“Yes.” Her voice is velvety.
“What about Vivian?” I ask her.
“I think she would understand,” she says. “We’re hurting. Just this once, okay? Promise me.”
“I promise.”
The next instant, our lips crash into each other’s. We are hungry and desperate. Images of Vivian flash through my mind. I imagine that I’m kissing her. It’s only when Maddie pulls away from me that my eyes open. The hottest, most s
eductive smile crosses her face, and she drops down to her knees.
Before I have a second to react, she guides my dick into her mouth and begins sucking. In all my fantasies about Vivian, she never did this. “Oh,” I moan. Maddie pushes me back toward the bed and crawls after me, sucking and licking expertly. Fuck. I should feel guilty, but right now I’m happy to feel anything other than the blinding pain of losing my girl.
Maddie comes up on her knees and leans over my dick. She is holding onto it, stroking it. She looks up at me and smiles. The next thing I know my entire dick is down her throat. How the fuck? I’m about to come and I don’t want to come in Maddie’s mouth. I pull her off of my dick. Damn, that felt epic.
I pick her up and ease her down onto my dick. I sink so deep inside her hot pussy. Unlike my Vivian, Maddie has experience, and she shows it as she rides me like her life depends on it. It’s deep and hot, and she rides me until I can’t take it anymore. I erupt. Fuck, Maddie! I come harder than I ever have. If I convulsed with any more force I might break a bone. Maddie comes, too. She screams out like a feral animal. I flip her sexy ass over so I’m on top.
She’s crying—likely, from guilt, relief and pleasure. I feel pretty shitty for betraying Vivian like this, but more importantly, I feel no fucking pain. My dick isn’t showing any signs of going soft. My body must know on a biological level what I need, because this is the only thing I’ve found that numbs me. I slam inside of her. I keep my eyes on hers. We’ll never be able to say that this “just happened,” that we were drunk. That shit is for suckers. We know what we’re doing. We know what we need, and tonight it is this with each other. I grind deep inside of her, taking away our pain, replacing it, if only for one night, with pure carnal pleasure.
