Kitten's head, resting on his lap, was so close to 'the boy' that he could feel her breath on it. He had the urge to take it out and make her suck it. He hadn't asked for that particular action from her yet, but he knew he couldn't resist forever. He already took her back door, why not her mouth? “Prove it, Slave, and get that sexy ass up high,” Celia hummed. Eric heard a gasp in the boy's throat as he struggled to lower his head to the ground. He staggered on his knees before he managed to get into the head-on-butt pose that Celia requested. The crowd murmured and talked; Their excitement was almost palpable. Celia pulled long strips of leather across Kid's naked flesh. Naked and bound, Kid couldn't control what was about to happen to him. His breathing was quick and incoherent, each inhalation and exhalation set his whole body in motion. Celia gently flicked the tip of the whip on Kid's 'ball', anyone standing or sitting behind him could see the action. He hissed, squirming acros
He left the hospital and decided to go back to the office for a few hours. It is still quite early now, and offices in Pakistan are still open. You have to make a few calls. Back in the office, he called the FIA and asked if they had any information about a slave auction that would take place in the next few days. As expected, the FIA Agents weren't very happy to receive a call from the FBI, but after mixing the standard sweet threats in their most polite tones, they spoke angrily to him. that will learn and transmit any information obtained. “Please pay attention to private airports to see if there are any famous people entering, for example: billionaires, Muslim leaders, anyone with a lot of money and power. Especially if they have any connection to organized crime, including guns, drugs and forced labor.” "You don't have to show us how to work, Agent Kudo," said the Agent on the other end of the line. His accent is from South Africa. "We have the ability to gather information wi
Johnny swallowed the dryness in his throat. If he didn't know, he would have thought that Yena had telepathic abilities. He sat motionless in the uncomfortable chair and tried not to draw attention to his frantic erection. Yena's eyes were fixed on him, but her gaze seemed to pass through him and into somewhere he couldn't see. The edges of her eyes were red with tears, but whatever the reason, Johnny suspected it had something to do with the other story. In fact, she had told it with such gusto that he found it rather disturbing considering the current circumstances. Unconsciously, the image of a young woman, dressed in white leather and wearing a giant dildo flashed through his mind, and soon after, he wondered what it would be like to be forced to suck. that thing in front of a room full of strangers. Johnny's erection throbbed with fury, and it wasn't the first time he'd felt embarrassed. He sighed, frustrated with himself, and rested one ankle on the other to better conceal him
Anger flashed across her face. “There isn't a permanent mark on me, Kudo, not at all. You don't know how many times he's been there to hold me tight every time I'm sure I'm going to break. He's a monster," she sobbed, "I know. I know, and…it doesn't matter to me anymore.” Women crying left him not knowing what to do. They reminded him so much of his birth mother, lying on the couch, shivering and begging him to find more medicine for her. He used to panic at times like that, knowing that if Greg came home and saw his mother, he would hit her and turn his rage on him. He was only seven years old at the time, but he knew how to hide for a while. He would grab his coat, kiss his mother, promise to return with her medicine and then leave. There was an elderly lady, Mrs. Kavanaugh, who lived a few blocks away. Whenever things went awry, he would stay at her house, eat cookies and watch TV games until his mother, or Greg, came to find him. His mother is a weak woman, a drug addict who car
She sighed at the question, her focus seemingly drifting back into the distance. When she spoke, her voice was weak and slightly sad. “He used to talk to me every night. It seemed that my shadow had allowed us to be ourselves, to ignore the fact that he was my kidnapper, and responsible for everything that happened to me during the day. But you have to understand, despite all the bad things Eric has done, he's also protected me, in his own way. Things could have been worse for me without Eric.” “That night, after Celia whipped Kid in front of everyone, Raymond tried to separate us. He wanted me in his room, and I was afraid Eric would let that happen. I saw what Raymond did to Nancy. I can still hear her screams in my ears, feel her hand grip mine. I don't want to end up like her." “Eric refused. He said I would scream for hours if I was separated from him. He told me I was a threat to himself, and that Raymond didn't know me well enough to know what I needed. He said it all in Engl
His refusal seemed to upset her. Yena's two slumped but she nodded for longer than necessary, lost in space again. When she spoke, she seemed to be talking to the room of which Johnny was a piece. Her words weren't for him, and they both knew it. “I knew you would say that. Makes sense, I guess. It's just… I don't think anyone will see it as I do, Kudo. No one will understand at all. If this comes out, people will think I'm crazy. That I was young and didn't know what I was talking about. That I was a victim and that all my feelings were the result of emotional trauma. I think that's the most painful thing." “I've been through everything. I've seen, felt and experienced more than most people experience in their lifetime in just one summer, but what about in the end? I'm just a girl no one can understand. There's a lot of things about me that aren't what they used to be." “I don't want to hear about sex. I know that. I know it's not appropriate to sit here and tell a complete strange
Day 10: Johnny wakes up feeling achy. Everywhere hurts. Slowly, he bent his head forward and grunted as the pain ran down the back of his neck and settled back between his shoulders. He squirmed and fell back onto the mattress. This is going to be more difficult than you think. With each passing second, sanity slowly returned, and before long, his heart began to beat in a frantic rhythm. Last night he went out. “Johnny? Is that you?" Johnny grumbled. Is not. No, no, no, nogggg. He pressed his face deeply into the bed below. Your boy is having an erection. It's not just the usual "good morning flag" phenomenon. He is remembering. He jumped when he heard a familiar voice. Her voice. “Damn it!” he mumbled softly. How do you handle this? How can you explain this? Anyone else! Anyone can do that. But no, it was her sitting next to him, when he finally gathered the courage to turn the chair around. Her red hair was loose; wavy curls running down her back. She wears a white shirt that
“You are not an Imposer.” Janice shook her head, “I don't think so. I mean, you can, you're strong, very manly and full of control. But that is the problem. Isn't that right, Johnny? There's too much work to do to stay in control." She raised her slender hand and twisted her fingers into the hair at the nape of Johnny's neck. It was an intimate gesture, full of meaning. Ah, right. Damn crazy bullshit. Yena was right: Sloan no no no. She would look straight at a person and start tearing them apart. No matter how painful it is. Even though she wasn't asked to do so. All night long, she did this to him, provoking, urging, and stabbing him until he surrendered. Janice's free hand grabbed Johnny's thigh and gently provoked it. Johnny swallowed hesitantly, but then let Janice do as he pleased, and so she stepped between his outstretched thighs as if she belonged there. “I won't tell anyone your secrets, Johnny. I keep a lot of secrets; that's my job. If you tell me to leave you alone, I w
It's just a feeling, but I've been feeling it for a while. Someone is following me. I contacted Kudo, and he seriously sent some scouts to see if I was in danger. He was supposed to see me in a few days, in the name of investigating a fake case. During that time, he wanted me to behave normally. He didn't want my stalker to find out I knew.Kudo said he had heard several reports of people targeting Raymond's allies. Raymond has been missing for over a year and his government is not happy about it. They think the FBI has something to do with his disappearance. Of course they have no proof. Kudo didn't seem too upset about that, though. The culprit is clearly an unknown person. He freed eighteen women from sexual slavery.When I first heard the news, I immediately thought it might be Eric, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed by someone. Kudo didn't say it, but I think he might as well suspect Eric. It showed in the way he asked if I was likely to know who the person was or if s
Johnny sits across from former Miss Yena Ruiz. She looks terrible. Her long dark hair was pulled back from her face and pulled into a messy bun. She has dark circles under her eyes and doesn't eat much either. The lack of food kept her in the hospital for another 72 hours, but they couldn't keep her once she decided she wanted to leave. Agent Sloan was also in the room. The revelations of the case were hard to swallow for her, too, and Johnny wished there was some way to comfort her without misleading her into thinking he was seducing her. She went to his room after visiting Yena at the hospital, and learned about his last conversation with Yena. They discussed the case for a while, but then she wanted to talk about the night they had sex, and he had to tell her frankly that it was just a one-night stand. She called him a coward. He called her even worse. “Is this the last piece of paper?” Anne Caliph asked. “Yes,” Johnny said. “Once you step out of this room, you will be Anne Cali
“Why don't you let me decide for myself what is right? I want to stay with you.” I said choked. My heart rate increased, and I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. You're giving me a chance to go back home, back to my life, back to what I said I wanted - but all I can think about is, it doesn't matter if That means I'll never see you again. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pressed his forehead against it, “You don't know what you want, Nana, and what you want, you're just brainwashed into wanting them.” I immediately inhaled, trying to protest; He raised his hand to stop me. “I've been doing this for a long time - manipulating people to my liking. That's why I think I love you. Because you broke me and then put me back together and made me believe it. This is not an accident. Once you've left everything behind…you'll see that." I could barely see him through the mist of tears clouding my vision. Eric believed what he said. I could hear it in his voice – but he was w
I was just unbuttoning my shirt when it happened. There was a huge explosion and something hit me right in the face. I reached up to touch my cheek. The breath left me in a heartbeat. Eric was above me, screaming, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Looks like I didn't hear anything. My head ached. I bumped it to the floor when Eric lunged at me. Bricks flew everywhere. “Nana!” Eric shouted as he shook me. It pierced the silence in my head. BOOM! Another flood of rubble flew towards us. Eric lay on top, covering my face with his hands while burying his head near my shoulder. There's someone out there shooting at us. My eyes drifted to the door and I could see huge holes in what used to be wood. We rolled to the back of the bed. My whole body was shaking and I had no idea what was going on. Eric was pushing me and I cried out in pain. “Get in the tub!” He shouted. Then he pushed me again. I managed to get up on my hands and knees. Crawling towards the bathroom, I squirmed in
The mansion is very quiet, strangely quiet. No Felipe. No Celia. No Raymond. Eric didn't answer and I didn't ask any questions.It was very hot outside, even though it was only early morning. I realized I hadn't stepped outside in a long time, under the bright sun. I am wearing clothes. I was…free. My footsteps stopped when that realization hit. FREE!“The truck isn't far, keep going,” Eric said coldly.I felt myself choking, an excited laugh escaping my lips, “Where are we going?” I said with tears of joy in my eyes."Please don't ask. Just go with me.”I looked at him, the pain on his face was so intense. Now is not the time to argue with you. Whatever he was doing, it seemed like a big deal. It will change everything between the two of us, but he is begging me to go with him, and when the man you love asks you to go with him – you will.We walked less than a mile, but I was amazed at the overall scale of Felipe's mansion. Whatever his business is, it's probably making a profit. We
Fear aside, I parted my lips and let his tongue invade my mouth. He groaned as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me. I tug on his dirty shirt and he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. Sand and blood, I'm sure, fell on my face, but I just wiped them off with the back of my hand and continued to kiss Eric. His hands were everywhere at once, touching my hair, pulling me close, squeezing my breasts. His pillow hill slid between my knees, pushing them apart. I opened my legs and let Eric's lower belly press against me. I can feel his masculinity, confined in his jeans, pressing against his inner thighs. As we pounced on each other, a part of his wild personality seeped into me and before I knew it, I pushed him aside. He grabbed my shirt and let out a sound I understood to be a warning. “Yours, Eric. I promise," I said. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts to Eric. His mouth came in, causi
Eric has been gone for hours. I sat on the floor, next to his gun, waiting for something to happen, anything. So many times I thought about leaving the room and looking for him, but still tried to convince myself to give up the idea. Eric told him to wait. So I wait.A sense of dread began to rise as I saw light seeping through the curtains. The sun was rising and Eric hadn't come back yet. I wonder if Celia will return, but I doubt it will. The bridge between us has been completely burned down. The only consolation was knowing that she would keep Felipe from harming me.Suddenly, there was a very loud thud at the door, and then another hour. My heart almost jumped in my throat, but then I remembered Eric said he'd knock twice. I reached for the gun, just in case.I watched the revolving door handle and when the door swung open I could barely absorb what I was seeing. Eric stood in the doorway. His body was covered in mud. Blood stains everywhere.“Eric?” I managed to whisper, but sti
“There will be no trial,” Kudo said. He started walking again, a fist resting on the back of his neck. “I know how it is. I don't want to believe it, but I know. I've been arguing with my boss for the past few hours. There will be…” Kudo seemed very flustered. “There will be a lot of arrest warrants, I'm sure. Those who are auctioned will no doubt be taken to a shelter, but… no justice will be served. Not the kind that those victims deserve.” "How can that be?" I sobbed. “How could you let that happen?” “Raymond is a senior officer in the Pakistani Army, Nana. His government will not allow a scandal to get out. They agreed to let our government take part in the raid on the condition that they keep their men out of the way. When the chaos is over, it's up to them to decide who's present and who's not, that's how international political organizations work." I felt like someone had just hit me in the chest with a heavy wooden stick. For the second time in my life, I understood Eric's
“Are you sick?” Eric whispered. His blond brows furrowed nervously. I've never seen him like this. He looks so happy and peaceful. I reached up and stroked his beautiful face. "I am fine." He wiped my eyes, "Then why are you crying?" "I don't know," I replied and continued to run my hand over his face. "I think I'm just happy." He smiled, "Strange reaction to happiness, but that's okay." He bent down and licked away one of my tears. I squirmed, “What are you doing?” I laugh. "I'm curious," he whispered seriously. "About what?" “Will happy tears taste the same as sad tears?” he replied. His words made me cry harder. I can't control them. I am overwhelmed by everything. "And?" I managed to ask. "I think they're sweeter," he replied, kissing me, "but maybe it's just your face." We burst out laughing. I heard voices. I sat up in bed. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The room is very small. There are bars on the window frames. The bed wasn't Eric's. “I can't come back