Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Tru

H oly hell, my head—what in god’s name….

Nausea rolled through my stomach as I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt glued shut, and my body ached and stung. Finally cracking my eyes open, I saw nothing but darkness.

Fuck…okay focus.

Well, I was sitting on something cold.

It was ice.

No, wait…why would I be sitting on ice, especially when I felt hot?

Too hot…Wait.

Lifting my bare feet and bare legs off the ground, I felt the thin covering of cloth under my butt. It had to be panties, but not my panties from last night. These felt thicker and nice on my clit and my lips, and…ouch!

Something bit me.

Oh my god, was I outside?

Panic rose in my chest. I couldn’t breathe, and my heart began to pound in my chest so fast, I swore.

Heart attack. Now, I was having a heart attack. Trying to reach out with my hands failed because I realized they were bound behind me. Moving my hands around a bit, I could tell by the way the medal clanged and felt against my back and arms was a large pole. The sounds it made as I moved bellowed with a low pang. It must be a pole that would be in a basement.

Ouch!

Something bit me again on my inner thigh.

What. The. Fuck.

Slapping my legs back onto the icy ground, I didn’t care if it was going to burn. I just needed to stabilize my damn body.

“Okay, Tru. You’ve trained for this.”

The floor was burning my skin, but it also felt…good? Careful not to move too quickly, I slowly lifted one leg. There was a slide of something sharp, stingy…I leaned my head forward, trying to look down, and there was that material…no, it was vine-like but rough. This time, it was on my cheek and my thigh.

I moved my leg up and down several more times, testing—rope!

It was rope, not bugs biting me. Also, my hands moved down when I lifted my leg, but they moved back up into a place in which I almost would tear off my arm and shoulder when I put my leg down.

Holy crap…it burned, but it felt good, too.

I jiggled my chest. It was free of any bra or corset, and fuck me, the top covering the upper part of my body felt so good on my nipples—arousing even.

“Breathe, just breathe, Tru.”

Training checklist—focus on it. Sound.

What sounds did I hear?

Listening as best as I could, I heard nothing, even slapping my legs on the ground…I could feel it but couldn’t hear it. There were no outside, nature or city noises, and I could barely hear myself speak. The room was dead silent.

Soundproofing. Maybe the space was soundproofed? I didn’t feel like I had anything in my ears, so it had to be the room.

There was no moving air on my face, skin, or smell around me to ascertain my situation except for a slight smell of cement or basement concrete, which would track. Slowly, I stretched my fingers, moving the rope closer and closer to my core.

Why was I so fucking turned on, and why was my mouth so dry?

As I forced my lids all the way open, the walls of the room shifted in a circle like I was on a tilt-a-whirl. Spinning was not a favorite or even an acceptable activity for me. I blinked hard, desperately trying to focus in the dark.

After a long moment, I was able to make out more of the space. There were gray walls surrounding me. Following my legs, I found my ankles and feet, giving my eyes a place to focus. I wiggled them. Again, the rope, which I could now see, shifted, but this time, it slipped toward my almost bare chest.

So, my body was working, for the most part. Turning my head was gonna be iffy, but at least I was alive. Moving anywhere else wasn’t going to happen. There was nothing for me to grab to loosen my wrists, and my arms were behind me at such an odd angle that getting out of my current position was going to be impossible.

How long I’d been here was anyone’s guess, but my clothes had been changed into what looked like a white cami top and white panties. At least it wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t warm either. The air was truly stagnant.

Time passed as I counted the seconds to mark time, but eventually, I nodded off.

Slap.

My whole head whipped to the side. Pain ricocheted up my face and into my neck and head.

What the actual…

In front of me stood two very masculine-looking silhouettes, dressed in the same outfit with black masks covering their entire faces and gloves on their hands.

Fuck, there were no identifying features.

I would call these dark-clothed men ‘asshat one’ and ‘asshat two.’

“Cute. You two twinning like that…Do you go out everywhere together this way?”

Crack.

Asshat One slapped me hard, making me bite my tongue. Blood began to seep out until it coated the inside of my mouth.

Spitting to the side, I grinned. “You hit like a wimp, you saggy ballsac.”

Nothing. They said nothing. Dammit—I needed to get a rise out of one of them to begin to identify who I was dealing with.

Asshat Two held out a water bottle in front of me. The undeniable crack of a new water bottle opening was music, beautiful, glorious music to my ears. As I leaned forward, he then yanked it away. He repeated the process four more times.

“Are you a douche canoe all the time, or am I to feel special for this treatment.” Feeling my eyes pinch hard as I frowned, Asshat Two shrugged and stepped back. “Seriously. What? Are you expecting a please and thank you? Or better yet, a curtsey?”

Asshat two stepped forward again, tipping the water to my parched lips. Yanking the water away, he began to dump it all over my body, starting at the top of my head.

The water felt so cool and refreshing and sensual as it—Oh my god, they drugged me.

“What did you give me? Molly or X?”

Both of the masked faces glanced at each other and then nodded once in unison. Okay, either I was losing my mind, or the drugs were invading my head worse than I realized. But whichever drug they gave me would cause me to feel oversensitized to the point of arousal and pain, like a slightly cold floor feeling painful or a rope rubbing on my skin would feel like biting bugs.

Okay…okay…I really needed to focus and roll through the effects of the drugs.

Asshat One made his way behind me. The rope seized up against the middle of my chest and my clit. He pulled up, rubbing the raw rope against my almost bare pussy. He let go, and it rubbed the other way, creating a delicious burning pleasure.

He repeated this process again and again and again until I was in tears. I needed to come so badly that my insides began to clench, and not in a pleasant way.

“Please…please stop the ache.” I knew I was wailing, but I didn’t care.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Asshat Two said as he kicked my feet wider apart on the floor and stepped in between my thighs.

Squatting down between my legs, he lifted the rope and slid my panties to the side. Laying down on the floor until his head was even with my pussy, he pulled up the bottom of his mask and blew right on my clit.

He did this again and again until he finally moved close enough to lick and suck on my needy clit. His tongue began to move as if he knew my body, where it liked to be touched and licked.

“Oh god, more. I need more. Please…”

My heart was pounding.

My head was spinning with need.

Every little move he made felt so fucking good.

Somewhere, in the back of my head, there was a small voice saying, ‘You didn’t ask for this. This was not a consensual act,’ but I wanted to punch whoever was saying that in the face because my body was screaming at me for something different.

Wiggling, I tried to push my needy self up into his face, but my arms pulled up so tight they were going to break. He quickly stood and backed away, shaking his head no.

Tears were streaming down my face, and I knew I was out of control. “I need…”

Asshat Two chuckled. “Nothing. You need nothing.”

His voice was severely modulated? It sounded so ridiculous that I began to laugh out loud. Faster and faster, the laughs bounced out.

Asshat One moved back to his original position like he was waiting for Asshat Two to follow. Once he did, they both turned on their heels and left.

“What the actual fuck?” I screamed at the slamming door.

What felt like hours passed by, and my body would not settle. I tried every which way I could to get relief, but I couldn’t touch my own body.

This…was cruel.

Finally, I leaned back against the pole I was cuffed to and tried only to breathe. This loud thu-thump, thu-thump began echoing in my ears.

“Who’s there?”

Thu-thump, thu-thump…the sound kept getting louder and louder until it felt like it was inside my ears. Wanting to scream, I paused.

“Wait. Are those footsteps?”

I strained toward the door, trying not to breathe so I could hear.

Thu-thump, thu-thump.

“Holy hell, I’m hearing my heartbeat. Geez-us, these drugs suck, and I seriously need to get a grip.”