Chapter 7

Several days pass, and a routine is formed. I sleep in my captor"s bed with him each night. He fondles me. He fucks me. He lies behind me and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into him—the little spoon—as though we're normal lovers. As though I mean something to him. This intimate cuddling is what unmakes me the most; it"s the thing that makes it harder and harder to think of escape.

He"s trained me to wake him with a blow job each morning and to swallow like a good girl. When I complete this task, he rewards me with those words which fill me with an inappropriate pride each time I hear them. After that, he feeds me, bathes me, and then takes me to the dungeon where he forces orgasm after orgasm out of me until he"s satisfied.

It"s easier to please him with blow jobs. In the dungeon, he never seems to want to allow my body rest. It"s his fingers, his tongue, the vibrator, his cock. Over and over until I"ve lost track of the orgasms. And I"m supposed to count them. When I forget to count or lose track of how many, he punishes me.

His punishments hurt but haven"t been overly harsh. I"ve never felt I was in true physical danger from them.

And every day he spends a lot of time on my ass. First it was his finger, lubed, pressing into me. I squirmed away at first, terrified, but he petted my hair and spoke soft words and was so gentle that I let my body relax until it did feel good. Strange, but also somehow pleasurable.

Since then he"s been working me up with toys and butt plugs, slowly stretching me. I know what he"s preparing me for, and a dark part of me is excited.

There's a strange comfort in this routine, much like the one I"d formed with Seven for those few days when he touched me in the dark at night.

I"m worried about Seven. Is he alive? Is he hurt? Is he being neglected? Is he being fed? I wish I knew what was happening to him. Does our captor feed him when he"s not with me? I"ve been afraid to ask. He hasn"t given any indication he doesn"t still want to share me, so maybe that guarantees Seven"s safety and continuing existence.

Today after our daily routine, he takes me to a small room with large screens along the wall, revealing different angles of the cell Seven is in.

"Sit," he orders.

I sit in the rolling leather chair, and he binds my wrists to the arms using cable ties from a desk nearby.

"Stay. And watch that screen." I couldn"t disobey the first order, unless I got out of the room and rolled down the hallway.

Before I can respond, he"s gone. I turn my gaze back to the screen. Seven is chained in the cell. He can"t have been chained the entire time because he looks clean, and the cell is clean. He"s obviously used the bathroom and shower facilities. So that means our captor must be drugging him multiple times a day. This thought upsets me.

You can"t just keep someone drugged like that without causing serious health consequences. Our captor never drugs me, but what happens when Seven starts to get sick from all the drugs building up in his system?

I"m relieved at least to see he"s still alive. If he was beaten again, I can"t find evidence of it. But his back is against the wall, so I can"t know for sure. I tense as I watch the metal door slide open in the cell. Our captor pushes in a giant screen on wheels. From one of the screens in the control room I can see Seven clearly head on. From another I can see the screen that has been rolled into the cell.

"Where is she?" Seven demands. "Is she alive? If you"ve hurt her..."

"Relax, Hero. She"s alive. She"s fine. No permanent marks anywhere but her soul. She"s still with me, learning to be good. Don"t worry, I"ll share her with you again soon. You still have to be trained to take proper control of her."

Seven says nothing in response to this, but his glare tells me everything. I wish I could reach the microphone and the button on the control panel to talk to him and let him know I"m okay.

"I have a treat for you," our captor says. "I felt bad that you weren"t there for that first day when I took her into the dungeon. You missed watching the way she surrendered so sweetly to me. But I made a video. Would you like to see it?"

"No," he says flatly, but he can"t hide the curiosity and desire in his eyes.

Our captor laughs. "Yes, you do. Don"t worry. I won"t tell her you watched." He pushes a play button on the screen and leaves Seven alone in the cell.

I"m horrified to see myself as he spanks me while I beg then asks if I want pleasure or pain. I don"t want to watch myself like this, but I am riveted by the erotic display in front of me, so much so that I"ve forgotten Seven altogether.

Several minutes pass as I watch the kind of porn men would pay for. I jump when I hear the door to the control room open, and he"s with me again.

"Wrong screen, Pretty Toy. Watch Seven."

I turn my gaze to the other screen, shocked to find Seven"s cock freed of his jeans as he watches and jerks off to the images in front of him.

My master leans close to my ear. "See, Kate, we"re all the same. He"s no better than me. He"s sitting there, getting off knowing you were terrified and tied up at my mercy. He"s getting off watching me make you come. And he does this, even without knowing what I"ve been doing to you the last week. If I"ve starved you, if I"ve beaten you. He just can"t help himself. We"re all animals in the end."

His hand moves between my legs, and he chuckles. "I"ve trained you so well. So fucking wet. Are you ready to go back to Seven? I think it"s time we both fucked you, don"t you? Admit it, you want us both inside you."

I strain for more contact, trying to grind my clit against his hand, but he pulls away. "Save it for Seven."

I turn back to the screen in time to see Seven come on the concrete floor with a satisfied groan as if he"s been saving it up the entire time I"ve been away from him.

Our captor flicks a switch on the control panel and leans into the microphone. "Kate is here with me, watching you come like a horny teenager. But I kept my word; I didn"t tell her you were watching."

Seven"s hand stills on his cock. When he looks up at the screen, he looks guilty.

"I"m bringing her back to you now, so you"ll be able to offer your sincerest apologies. I"m sure she"ll be moved."

* * *

When I"m returned to the cell, Seven can"t meet my gaze. I run, flinging myself into his arms. He holds tightly onto me, clearly surprised that I"m not hurt or angry, pushing him away after what I just saw him do. I bury my head in his chest, breathing in his clean masculine scent, feeling his heartbeat thud against my own skin.

I expect our captor to stay, but he leaves us alone in the cell. A minute later, I hear a metallic sound as the silver key drops through the slot again. I go get it and unlock Seven"s wrists. This time I"m shaking because I"ve missed him so much and just want to get the damn chains off him.

When he"s finally free, he stands and pulls me into his arms for a real hug.

"Are you okay, Kitten?"

"Yes, Master."

He doesn"t flinch when I say it this time. After he just jerked off to a video of me helplessly coming for our captor, this title I offer him no longer seems like such a big deal.

He doesn"t ask any more questions about what happened to me. I know he doesn"t want to know, and I don"t want to tell it. The main reason I don"t want to tell it is because what happened to me wasn"t nearly as terrible as I wish I could say it was.

We soak together in the tub, and he takes me again in the shower. At night, we lie in the darkness, and he resumes his pattern of stroking me to orgasm, my moan filling the cell before we both drift off to sleep wrapped in each other"s arms.

This temporary peace is broken the next morning.

"Breakfast time, inmates," our captor says cheerily over the speaker.

Seven goes to the slot to collect the food. It"s sausage and gravy biscuits. A white plate and a blue plate. I know what this means even before our captor"s voice rings out again.

"The blue plate special is for Seven."

"You can"t keep drugging him like this," I say. "You"ll kill him."

Our captor laughs. "Awwww, Seven has a girlfriend. So sweet. He"ll be fine. He"s tough."

A couple of water bottles are dropped in through the slot.

We sit on the floor of the cell and eat in silence. Seven goes to sit against the wall when he"s finished. After a few minutes, he"s unconscious.

I move back to my corner when the door slides open and warily watch our captor. He drags Seven to the door.

"Don"t hurt him," I say.

"Careful, Pretty Toy. I might get jealous of the affection you lavish on him."

I don"t say anything else. Afraid that if I do, he might take it out on Seven. He presses his thumb against the scanner and takes Seven out of the cell.

He returns a couple of hours later, and I"m terrified by what he may have done to Seven in that time and why he hasn"t brought him back.

"Come," he says, beckoning me toward him. I slowly get up off the floor and walk even more slowly. Even just a few hours away from our routine, and his constant attentions has made me afraid again.

"It"s okay. I"m not going to hurt you."

He opens the door and urges me out ahead of him. His hand rests on my bare lower back as he guides me down the hallway to the door that leads down to the dungeon. He strokes my back when I tense.

"It"s okay," he says again as he inputs the code.

When we get downstairs, Seven is still unconscious, lying naked on his back, spread-eagled and bound to the bed the same way I"ve so often been. It"s hard to look at him like this and imagine this was what I looked like. So exposed and vulnerable.

I rush to him, running my hands over his body, searching for injuries, but unless it"s his back, I don"t see anything. But there must be something.

"What did you do to him?" I demand.

He advances on me and pulls me off Seven before pushing me up against the wall, his hand at my throat, his gray gaze holding mine. "Do not speak to me in that disrespectful tone."

I"m crying and struggling even though he isn"t squeezing hard.

"I"m sorry... M-master. Please. Please."

He releases me and takes a step back, straightening his clothes as if he's civilized and above these petty threats. "Now, to answer your question, I"ve done nothing to him. The drugs were for transport, and it takes a while for them to wear off. I haven"t touched him."

I hear a groan and turn toward the bed where Seven is waking up. "Let me go, motherfucker!" he growls.

"Ah, ah... There"s a lady present," our captor says.

Seven turns sharply toward me. "Ka—" He stops himself in time. "Kitten," he says instead.

"Okay," our captor says, a delighted gleam in his eyes. "I just thought up a fun game. Last time it was lady"s choice. Let"s switch it up. Seven... you get to choose. Do I punish Kate or does she give me a blow job?"

I freeze at this and look at Seven. His expression mirrors my own.

"If it helps, whichever one you pick, you get to watch. And Kate, you can"t tell him which you prefer. It takes all the fun out."

The truth is, he"s twisted me so much in just a few days alone with him that I would be okay with either, but only if the punishment was like other punishments—not so much I can"t stand it. But I"m afraid if Seven chooses for me to be punished, our captor will go harder on me to punish him. I"m afraid he"ll make me bleed.

I know Seven; even though he"s seen how I respond to our captor, he won"t want to choose to put me in a sexual situation I might not want. It"s a wasted worry on his part. I"m already too far gone, but I don"t know how to communicate this with just my eyes. And the truth is, I"m ashamed to, because there's something about the idea that I would rather suck our captor"s cock while Seven watches than take a punishment that seems too twisted to accept.

"Punish me," Seven says.

"No. That"s not the choice. You always try to cheat the rules."

"I"m not choosing either thing," Seven spits out, glaring at our captor.

A sigh. "This is so tiring. Have I not already established how everything works? I say do something, you refuse, I withhold food, you do it, you get fed. Why not skip the suffering part? It"s not as though I get some pleasure out of not feeding bad pets."

"I can"t choose to hurt her!" Seven roars.

"Then choose the blow job."

"That"s hurting her!"

Our captor laughs. "Oh, sweet, innocent Seven. Where did you come from? She"s practically salivating at the idea of being on her knees with my cock in her mouth while you watch and get hard."

Seven looks at me, and I look away, but I know my face is red, revealing the truth of that sick statement.

"I"m not choosing to hurt her," Seven says more quietly.

"I"ve had blow jobs all week, and she was perfectly eager. She"s less eager about pain. It"s an easy choice."

"No," Seven says.

"Fine. I"ll leave you two down here a couple of days, and you can decide when I come back."

I touch Seven"s arm. "Master, please. Whatever you choose is okay."

It"s not really. I don"t want to be punished. I know what our captor wants, and if Seven gives him any other answer, he"ll take it out on me even harder. But I also know by now that if I tell him what to choose, I"ll be punished for that, too. It may have taken a while, but I"m getting smarter about how to play his games. I may not be able to win, but at least I can avoid losing.

"Okay, I"m bored." Our captor turns to go back up the stairs.

"No, please!" I say.

"Blow job," Seven says quietly.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Excellent!" our captor says. He moves to sit in a chair a few feet away from the bed right in Seven"s line of sight. He unzips his pants and crooks a finger, smug satisfaction painted across his face. And god help me, but his power has started to corrode something inside me and turn me on. His smug arrogance is no barrier to the wetness gathering between my thighs.

"Crawl to me, Pretty Toy."

I drop to my hands and knees and crawl across the floor, the thrumming excitement between my legs only growing in anticipation. Part of me wants to hide how aroused I am from Seven, but then I realize it will hurt him less if he knows that I"m not being hurt by this.

So I don"t hold back.

When I reach him, I spend a few moments dragging my tongue over his cock as though I have all day and he is my favorite type of candy, which I want to make last forever. He chuckles at this but indulges my languid exploration. I know all the places he"s most sensitive, and I lick and kiss and gently suck until I feel the power between us shift the slightest amount, if for only a moment as he groans with the need for more.

His fingers thread into my hair, guiding but not forcing. It"s the most surprising and wonderful thing I"ve learned about him the last few days. Although he's large, he never tries to choke or gag me with his cock. He doesn"t fuck my mouth like some animal. Oral sex is the only time with him where I feel like I have the power. I know I only have it because he allows it, but still, it makes everything between us feel different. It has made it harder and harder to see myself as his captive, even though I"m kept chained beside his bed or in the cell with Seven.

Sometimes I swear he"ll say Please if I tease him for too long. But he never does even though I can feel the word screaming out in his mind.

The teasing now leaves no doubt for Seven that I"m not actually suffering through this. I want to be here. No matter what it says about me, I like being on my knees in front of him like this, wrapping my mouth around his cock. I devote myself completely to the task now, taking him further down my throat. I relax and let him inside as far as I can take.

I can"t take it all, but he doesn"t force it all. I know exactly where the pleasure gathers in him, where to focus my attentions. After a few minutes of greater dedication, he comes.

My throat works to swallow as he tries to regain the capacity for speech. When he finally succeeds, the words he speaks goes straight to my core.

"That"s right, my sweet whore, take it all. Such a good girl."

He strokes my throat as I swallow. When I"m finished and pull away from him, he absently strokes my hair, guiding me to rest my head against his thigh. I hate how much I love this affection from him.

I hate how I feel like a puppy, proud of performing a trick properly. And I hate how badly I want him to fuck me right now.

Or maybe this is all a lie. Maybe I don"t hate any of these things no matter how much I know I should.

"Look at him. Look how hard he is."

I raise my head up and turn to find Seven fully erect.

"Get on the bed with him."

He doesn"t need to ask twice. I crawl onto the bed and lie down next to Seven. I rest my head against the center of his chest, my hand drifting down over his stomach until I find his cock. It jumps against my touch as I stroke it.

"We"re going to take her together. At the same time. I"d let you take her ass, but I can"t trust you to unchain you. I gave this a lot of thought actually, but I know how it would play out. You"d try to fight me, even though you"d be locked down here without the code. Then, if you bested me, you"d tie me up and then do whatever was necessary—assuming you aren"t all talk and could stomach it—until I cracked and gave you the code. So we have to do it this way."

This villain monologue doesn"t do anything to dampen Seven"s desire. He"s seen too much to push it away now. I don"t even think he"ll object to the idea of them both fucking me together. Even though I"m sure he"s afraid it will hurt me. How could he know our captor has been preparing my body patiently for days so I can take this?

I run my fingertips gently along Seven"s stomach. His body is strung so tight with tension. I press a kiss against his chest and up to his neck. The tension slowly starts to drain out, but he"s fighting to hold onto it.

He can"t let himself enjoy this because he hasn"t been broken the way I have—with pleasure.

"Now, Pretty Toy... I want you to get on your hands and knees so that you"re straddling his body, and keep eye contact. But I don"t want you to fuck yet. You can have him inside you when I say you can have him inside you."

I can"t stop the whimper as I move to obey his command. The last time in the cell, as I was grabbing the syringe, there was the smallest twisted regret that I wouldn"t get to have them both. It had simmered beneath the surface, a thought I couldn"t allow to take full form, but it was there. Now that I"ve seen the futility of escape, I"m grateful for a second chance to do this.

I now live in our captor"s darkness. I breathe it like oxygen. As the rest of reality has faded away, the only thing that remains is pleasure and desire. The question on my mind is no longer how can I escape him? It"s how can I climb the mountain to reach the peak of my orgasm faster? How can I come harder? Though our captor never leaves me to solve these complex problems on my own. He's a fixer.

A moment later, he"s behind me, pushing a lubed toy slowly in and out of my ass. It"s a little smaller than he is, but not by much. I hold Seven"s gaze and moan as I adjust to the toy and begin to crave more. But Seven isn"t yet in this. He still feels the guilt. He can"t give himself over. So I lean forward and kiss him.

His mouth opens to accept my tongue, and a moment later, I feel him truly join me. If he was free to do so, he"d wrap his arms around me and pull me so far into him no one would be able to detect where one of us ends and the other begins.

I yelp and pull away as a hard slap connects with my ass.

"Eye contact, Kate."

"I"m sorry, Master."

I hold Seven"s gaze in mine while our captor prepares me. He takes his time as he recovers from his last release. Finally, he says, "Mount him like a bitch in heat and ride."

I moan just at that order. I wish this man hadn"t taken me captive and that I could give myself over completely to him. No matter how much I know that morality no longer matters for us, I can"t change my emotional nature and make it okay to give this man my soul. And I know it"s not safe.

So I shift this energy to Seven as I lower myself on top of him. A tiny cry leaves my throat as I let him fully inside. My greedy pussy grabs hold of him as though his cock is the last thing that will ever fill me. And then I begin to move.

It isn"t long before our captor has removed the toy. Now it"s his slickly lubed cock easing inside me with so much more gentleness than a man like him should be capable of or even care to offer. I"m filled with and overwhelmed by both men now. One darkness, the other light. Both of them go still, as I adjust.

I move first.

I ride Seven as our captor rides me. He strokes my breasts, pinching my nipple so hard I scream, but it isn"t from the pain. It"s from the pleasure that just intensified between my legs. I'm so wet I can hear myself as I move on Seven"s cock. His intense hazel gaze is locked on mine.

Our captor doesn"t even have to touch my clit. I"ve been trained so well to respond that all I need is something inside me now, and the way they both feel moving together is so intense that my orgasm catches me off guard. And now, for the first time, I come with Seven inside me. And I am loud. And I don"t care. All I care about is that I"m in the midst of the most powerfully transcendent sexual release of my life.

The two of them come with their own more masculine, guttural sounds a moment later. And now... we are all in this together.