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Chaos - 3
by Cloivey (u_xsiteme@hotmail.com)
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(M+/MF, nc, rp, v, bd, tor)
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Chapter 9
Melissa barely looked up at me when I came out of the
bedroom. "I’m so sorry," I muttered as I knelt down to
hold her. I could feel the cool saliva from her breast
rub off on me as I pulled her closer. Just holding her
in my arms made me feel so good, a feeling that I had
been longing for some time now. Just knowing that she
was alive meant so much to me.
"When will it end? When can we go home?" she asked
looking up at me.
My answer was cut short when a tall figure entered the
door.
"Ahhh, 27, the happy couple," he cooed. "We have but
one problem," he added. "Mr. 27 has not earned his
right to be with you Mrs. 27."
Melissa gave me a puzzled look. Before I had a chance
to speak, the man grabbed me by the arm and pulled me
away from Melissa. "You must go back now!" he blurted.
Melissa cried out for me, "No Brad! No! You can’t leave
me again Brad!" she wailed. Just then three other
guards appeared and roughly pulled me to the balcony.
Once I was to my feet, one of the guards began leading
me toward the exit by the arm. As I glanced back toward
the room, I could see two of the guards disappear
inside, as they closed the door, I could still hear
Melissa hysterically calling my name.
**
The ride back seemed much longer, as I sat and pondered
my fate. How quick could I get back to her? Would these
animals put me through my paces tonight, just as they
had with the men I saw the night I was cleaning?
As we pulled into our compound, the rain began to fall
and I sped up my walk as the cool water pelted my body
as I made my way though the front doors. I had
forgotten how bad the place smelled as I entered.
Again, my eyes struggled to adjust to the dimly lit
facility.
"In here 27," said a voice in a very matter of fact
tone.
As I turned, there was a gentleman I had never seen
before, dark hair, a full beard, short slacks and a
Hawaiian print shirt. His attire caught me completely
off guard, who would dress like that in a place like
this. As I veered toward the door, one of guards
followed me in.
"Sit," he said, motioning toward the stool in the
middle of the room. "I would ask how your night went,
but the dreadful gash across head seems to answer tell
the tale," he mused. "How was Mrs. 27?" he asked.
I could only glance up at him as he circled in front of
me.
"Hmmm, I see," he quizzically snorted. "Trust me my
friend, she is doing better than some. She is a brave,
proud woman, who evidently has learned the art of
survival," he said as he sat in on a wooden bench in
front of me. "She has learned what to do, how to act,
and most importantly, what NOT to say. You see, your
little Mrs. 27, though not the youngest, nor the
prettiest in our lot, has learned to never say no."
His words began to make the blood run hot through my
veins as I thought of poor Melissa, alone again,
without me to protect her.
"Though I have yet to have the privilege, I hear her
performance is quite extraordinary," he laughed while
looking at the guard for approval. "To the point Mr.
27, tonight, you will have the chance to earn your way
to be with her, and earning is what it is all about
isn’t Mr. 27?" he asked as he stood.
He then spoke to the guard, which I could not
understand, but the guard then grabbed me by the hair
and pulled me to my feet. "Sartos is going to help you
get ready for tonight," moving toward me. He brought
his face close to mine.
"You will go with him for nice shower and shave.
Doesn’t that sound nice, a good hot shower after such a
long night?"
"Yes," I whispered.
He then slowly moved his hand to my groin and took my
flaccid cock and balls in his hand with a slight
squeeze. I closed my eyes as I felt my stomach suck in.
"Make sure this little devil is shaved clean as well,
who knows, you may need it to help your plight. Take
him!" he snorted as he gave my balls a firm squeeze. As
the guard spun me around and led me toward the exit,
the stranger cooed, "until tonight my good friend…until
tonight."
Chapter 10
Back in the van, I was now accompanied by two other
prisoners. They too were dressed in the same dingy
brown jumpsuit and tennis shoes that I had been issued
by the guards after I bathed and shaved myself in front
of them. They seemed to take delight in watching me
struggle to shave my cock and balls, which I had never
done before.
A few comments were passed around with some chuckles,
but luckily they did not make any advances toward me.
We sat in the middle bench seat while two guards sat
behind us and another drove. Unfortunately, we were
also accompanied by the same floral shirt wearing
bastard that had run the show at the Latorge and forced
me suck his cock the day before.
He never turned to look at any of us, carrying on a
conversation in English and what sounded like German
with the driver. We drove, for what seemed like an
hour, in almost complete silence. As darkness fell on
us, I wondered why we had seen no signs of
civilization, no houses, no people, nothing. As we
rounded a sharp turn, I could not believe my eyes,
there was a city ahead of us! A real city, just like
home.
As we moved into the city, the streets were crowded
with people, stop lights, neon signs, restaurants,
everything! This could be my chance, this could be my
chance to get the hell out of here, to jump out and run
into the crowd and escape the hell I had been living
for so many months. ‘Melissa’, I thought, 'How could I
escape without her? What would happen to her the minute
I bolted from the van?'
Plus, I had no fucking idea where I was, who would I
ask for help, how could I tell them were we were being
held captive if I had no idea myself. I peered through
the window as we moved through town, trying to notice
any landmarks. The only thing that looked familiar was
a McDonalds sign, the rest of the signs were foreign to
me.
How I wished I was bilingual so I would have some idea
where we were. As we sat at a stoplight, the driver
said something to the guards behind us as he pointed
out the window. Looking in the direction he pointed, I
saw a very lovely woman and a man walking down the
sidewalk. He was smartly dressed and she wore a halter
top and very tight mini skirt.
A few cackles and comments came from the guards as we
began to move forward. We took a sharp right and left
the bright lights behind us. The alley was dark, with
the exception of some neon lights in small windows.
Eyes peered at us as we passed the small groups of
people on the walkway. We had definitely entered a ‘non
desirable’ area of the city.
The van came to a stop out front of a dark brick
building, there were no windows, just a small neon sign
above a door. There was a line of people seemingly
waiting to enter the building. As I tried to look past
the door to the building when it opened, I could see
nothing but colored lights, like you would see in a
disco back home.
"Rear?" asked the driver as the passenger looked out
the window.
"Aye," he replied pointing his finger forward.
The van began to move forward and went the length of
the building and made a right. Down the dark street the
van came to a stop. The driver got out and knocked on a
door while we sat in the glow of the cargo light. The
dinging of the car key alarm apparently annoyed the
Hawaiian shirt queer as he disgustedly reached over and
pulled the keys from the ignition. A small ray of light
emerged from the building as the door cracked open.
After a moment, the guard walked back to the van and
slid the door open.
"Let’s go gents," snorted the passenger as he opened
his door and stepped out. Stepping out of the van, we
stood together as the guard and the man conversed.
As they moved toward the door, we were nudged behind
them by the guards. As we entered the door, we were in
a gloomy hallway, like that of an old school or
hospital. There was a group of men there waiting on us.
"Twenty seven, forty six and seventy four," the man in
flowered shirt said to the others.
"Twenty seven here," came a voice from the crowd. As I
was nudged toward him, the other numbers were called
and the two men with me were led toward them. As I
stood with the stranger and a guard, a few directions
were given to the group before we were led off. The
guard carried on small talk with the man leading us
down the hall. There shoes echoed as we moved down the
corridor. Near the end of the hall, the man opened a
door and let me and the guard in.
Inside the room, two other men sat on a couch watching
television. They cast there eyes upward and smiled as
we entered the room. The guide said something to the
guard as he pointed toward a chair and left the room.
The guard pointed toward the chair and told me to sit.
The other two men talked briefly to the guard and one
of them looked at me.
"Sit quiet my friend," he said. "Would you like a drink
or something?" he laughed.
I nervously shook my head no and tried to focus my
attention on the television. After a few nervous
moments, the door opened and the man in the Hawaiian
shirt entered the room.
Closing the door behind him, he jovially blurted out
"Brad my friend, how are you?"
"Fine," I muttered looking up at him.
"Good." Moving a chair toward me, he then spoke to the
group of men. "Brad here would love to taste any of
your dicks if you get bored tonight," he laughed.
All of the men laughed except for one who looked
confusingly at his comrade. His partner pointed at me
and took his clinched hand and moved it back and forth
in front of his open mouth.
"AYE!" laughed the man as he now understood the
situation. "Her to, her to," he cackled. "Aye, aye,
very goot!" chortled another.
I felt rage build up as I assumed they were talking
about Melissa.
"Now Brad," began the man as he pulled his chair in
front of me. "After your little visit last night, you
told me that you really wanted to be able to stay with
your beautiful wife, did you not?"
"Yes... yes I did," I answered.
"Well, we are going to allow you the chance to earn
that privilege tonight my friend."
My heart raced as I thought of what he probably had in
store for me. I thought of those poor men being used by
strangers the night I was cleaning up. I wondered how
long they would keep me in here, what would they make
me do.
"Go," he said to one of the men as he leaned his head
toward a door adjoining our room. The man rose and
headed toward the door. As he opened it and went
inside, the man adjusted his chair toward the door and
the others focused there attention there as well.
He came back through the door leading Melissa!
"We do have you a helper Brad," mused the man as
Melissa came to a stop in the middle of the room. She
had been completely made up, her hair was cleaned and
brushed, she wore black thigh high stockings and a high
heels. As he made her turn around for us, she wore a
black thong and a bra that encased her large breasts
but allowed her nipples and middle breasts to poke
through. Her eyes were glassy as she looked shamefully
at me. I could see her middle aged thighs trying to
push through the top of the tight stockings.
"Thank you men, you have done well," he complimented
them.
The other man rose and both of them exited the room.
Now it was the guard, the queer, Melissa and me.
"Melissa come sit on my lap dear, we have some items we
need to clear up with Brad before it gets too late."
As Melissa slowly moved toward him, he reached out and
grabbed her hand and led her exposed bottom to his
knee. "Ummm, you look wonderful," he mused as he ran
his hands across her breasts and thighs. "I am tempted
to be your first customer tonight," he laughed looking
at me and the guard.
I felt like a fire was burning inside me, but I knew
better than to react. I tried to remain calm as he
pawed Melissa, her eyes emotionlessly cast downward.
"Let’s get straight business, as I have two other lucky
couples I need to get started as well," he spoke. "This
fine establishment is one that people from all walks of
life come to for sexual release. They are good people
for the most part, and best of all, they are paying
people," smiling at me.
"It is now 8:07 PM," looking down at his watch. "If, by
3:07 AM, Brad is able to give me $1000 cash, then you
two will be happily reunited," proudly announced while
shifting his glances from me to the downcast eyes of my
lovely wife who had been made up to look like a whore.
"If, unfortunately, you are unable to raise the money,
I am sorry to say that I will have to have Brad
tortured and killed in one of our little shows later
this week."
Melissa took a deep breath of astonishment and looked
directly at me with fear in her eyes. I bit my lip and
glared at the man. "Once Brad is gone, I have some very
special plans for you my sweet little slut," he
whispered to Melissa while running his hands up and
down her arms. A tear ran down Melissa’s cheek as she
turned her head from us.
"Now, time is wasting," as snapped out of it and
focused his eyes on me. "Brad, there are 14 other women
in this building, including your two friends who have
the same challenge. It is time for you to do some
pricing for the evening," lifting Melissa up and
turning toward a folder on the table. He pulled out an
8’x10 sheet of white paper.
"Unfortunately, we have quite a communication gap in
our little building here, but this little sheet, though
crude, makes communication very easy." Melissa stood
beside him as he handed me the sheet of paper and a
marker. As I looked at the sheet, I could see three
simple drawings, each with a line off to the right
side.
The first drawing was a large circle with three other
circles drawn on the inside. The two small circles were
clearly eyes and the larger circle evidently symbolized
an open mouth. The item below it was a crude drawing of
a woman with her legs spread.
The last drawing was plainly a stick figure bending
over with an arrow pointing toward the ass. "Brad, you
need to put a price on each of these three items, I am
sure you understand what they represent."
He evidently took great joy in the bewildered look I
gave him. "Time is running Brad! Do I have to spell it
out, are that fuckin’ dumb?" he blurted. "What will it
cost a man to have Melissa suck his cock, what will it
cost him to fuck her, and what will it cost him to fuck
her in that bouncy ass?" popping her bottom as he rose.
"I will be back in a few minutes for the price sheet,
you two love birds work it out while I go meet with our
other two guests. Four minutes wasted Brad."
I sat dumbfounded, Melissa covering her breasts and
staring blankly at the floor. The guard stood amused by
the door, obviously looking forward the discussion my
wife and were being forced to have.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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