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This chapter may be triggering to some. It contains consensual / non-consensual se*x with two men. Read at your own risk.JamesI could almost feel the noose tightening. Benson had called and wanted another interview. Just me this time. I'm glad. I never wanted Gayle mixed up in all this. She knew about Michael but only the bare bones. I didn't want to ever lie to her, but my humiliation was my own.I tried for two weeks to get that cage off my junk. I could have gone to a lock smith maybe? But that was too embarrassing. I didn't go to the cops for the same reason. I could hear the conversation in my head."Yes, officer, I went with him willingly. He made me suck his dck, and then I masturbated while he watched. Then he put this cage on and I did nothing to stop him." Yeah, sounds like a great conversation to have. It was my word against his. I didn't think much would come of it as far as a prosecution, but I'd be a laughingstock for sure. No, thank you.I made keys out of all sorts o
NataliaIt was hard coming to terms with the fact that Campo had assaulted Quinn on the night he met James in the club lobby. We didn't know exactly what Benson and Shaw had on James, but it was clear he was now their main suspect. It felt good that maybe we had given them the piece of evidence that tied it all together. I could feel good about that and sad that whatever was said between them that night was probably the catalyst for being cruel to Quinn to the point of almost killing her.If James was the murderer, then that conversation also got Michael killed, I surmised. James looked pissed at seeing Michael and worse after whatever it was that Michael said to him. Too bad the video had no audio. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall for that conversation.Daniel was going out of his way to distract me today. We are going downtown to search for a wedding dress and do a cake testing for the wedding cake. Then the florist shop. We still have a little ways to go until the house is
ShawThat video just about sealed our case for us. But not as solid evidence. We showed James the video, and he confessed to everything. Including trying to set up Lenore to take the fall.When we brought James in for an interview, we didn't have much but hunches. Or at least, Benny's famous hunches, the ones he's never wrong about. The boat was clean, like James said it would be. We got a search warrant for the house, and it is being executed now. Gayle was in another interview room. James didn't know that. Since they were married, we couldn't force her to speak to us because of spousal immunity. Whatever she knew about James before or during their marriage was privileged. But we had to try, of course. It would be up to her if she decided to give us information that could put James in a cell for life. Or a jury could decide to give him death since murder was a capital offense. And this particular murder appeared to be premeditated, which could make things worse as far as sentencing go
DanielI just learned that they had arrested James for the murder of Michael Campo. I had the copy of today's newspaper in my hands. I was drinking my coffee and waiting for Nat to finish getting ready for the day. I was glad it was over, but I felt sorry for Gayle. And her kids. I couldn't imagine being separated from Natalia for the rest of my life. There was no way James wasn't going to spend the kids' childhood's in prison at the very least. I sighed. This was all so fucked up.I heard the bedroom door open and Nat walked out of the bedroom with no shirt on, her gorgeous tits exposed to my eyes. My Slave. Fuck yeah, she wants to play. We'd been so busy packing for the move and getting ready for the wedding that I almost forgot about our contract. About the fact that I own her."On your knees, Slave," I commanded. I watch her shiver as she obeys me."Crawl to me," my voice is like gravel. My dick is already hard. I watch her ass wiggle in just a pair of panties as she moves closer t
NataliaThree Months LaterMy wedding day has finally arrived. I'm giddy but not nervous. Daniel is my forever, no question about that. My heart is full to bursting. I'm getting ready in the master bedroom. Honey, Quinn, my mom and Daniel's mom are all in here with me. We are all in various stages of getting dressed. Honey has done my hair. It's flowing down my back in big waves with some put up on top, out of my face and a small clip of flowers is attached to the back of my head. Quinn did my makeup, but I didn't want it thick or cakey, just light and fresh. I didn't want a veil, that was a little too old-fashioned for me. Plus, I want Daniel to get a good look at me as I walked down the aisle. I've never looked so lovely, I think to myself, looking in the mirror.I did want a few traditional things. Something old, something borrowed and something blue, something new, I think the saying goes. Anyway, between the four of us, we've got that covered. I do have something old. A beautiful
DanielThe club's grand opening was tonight, and Natalia and I were going to be the star attraction on the new stage upstairs. The Club looks a lot different then it did before. If nothing else, the fire allowed us to redecorate. The theme was still dark and edgy. Low lighting everywhere. Sin loved the dark. We upgraded some equipment, and we added an upstairs VIP room as well and that's where we were doing our show. The club crowd would view us from below, but a few would be sitting on couches and chairs in front of us. Though they were going to pay through the nose for the privilege, I chuckled to myself. It was going to be hella hot.Brandt and Honey were doing their first public scene tonight too. They were getting married soon, and I don't think Brandt was as keen on showing off his wife as I was. Well, let me rephrase that. I didn't want everyone to see what was mine either, really, but it made my dick hard as rocks that no one would have her but me. I would show her off here, at
NataliaDaniel stepped outside the curtain while Ethan finished typing me up. He had given specifications to Ethan, but he seemed to get jealous that Ethan's hands were all over me. I was turned on. Who knew that rope could be so erotic? It was scratchy and soft at the same time. I was completely naked this time around. Ethan had tied my arms behind my back and spread my legs wide using the rope to secure them in a fixed position. I took my mind somewhere else because this was just a job for him. It shouldn't mean more to me than that either.As Ethan secured the netting to my torso, his fingers slid over my breasts. I made sure not to look him in the eyes while he did it. That would be too much, mostly because my nipples were hard little points. Besides, even though I was horny as fuck, it wasn't him that I wanted. Though he was very handsome. I kept my thoughts about fucking another man out of my mind. I don't think that was ever going to happen. Not witht he wa Daniel was reacting.
Chapter Warning - Please be aware that this is not important to the story line. You can skip this bonus and the ones after it. It is not a romantic scene and depicts couple sharing.DanielWe got back home yesterday from our four-day honeymoon in the Bahamas. We stayed at a beautiful resort there, eating rich food and playing around the pool and sunning ourselves on the beach. Natalia wore this little black bikini and teased me with her glorious breasts and tight as8s. I liked showing her off like that because she was mine. No one else could have her unless I said so.I'd been thinking about our conversation we had a few months ago, about her being with another man. I wanted that for her, at least once, before we started having children. Once I bred her, I wouldn't let another man touch her until we had at least four rugrats running around our house. Our home that Nat had carefully decorated and made into a space I loved going home to. When the club reopened she would be working by my
AnalieseI'm leaving the house again. It's nearly summer and the days are getting hotter. It's only eighty-six degrees, but the humidity is a killer, making it feel like ninety-six. I went to Las Vegas once and the heat of one hundred and one was easier to bear because there was no humidity. I also heard that you would die faster of dehydration because you don't notice the heat as much for that reason. I always keep my hair up and off my neck. I hate the stickiness of it sticking to my neck, but while in Vegas, I kept it down. There, it was the opposite of here. Maybe the intense heat licked away the sweat before it settled? I didn't analyze it that hard. Still, this was home. I had to get acquainted with my environment again. I could do this. I had to be strong.We went the opposite way today, as the Mercado was on the other side of our neighborhood from the direction we had gone yesterday towards Oscar's apartment. I was fine with that because I wasn't sure what had triggered me yes
OscarI loved reading Analiese's words. I liked knowing what she was thinking, so that I could think of ways to help her. At first, I felt bad about taking her out so soon and causing her to have a panic attack. Then I realized it needed to be done. We needed to know what would manifest from her trauma. Now we knew that she might panic and have dark thoughts, but she could get through them. And then we would talk through them.And best of all, she let me kiss her. Multiple times. It wasn't everything, but it was a step to letting me know the healing had begun. She never addressed her hardened nip9ples, but she was aroused at the park. I was elated. Not because I was having a hard time waiting for her, but because her mind was expanding past the trauma she had suffered. Was it weird to say that I think the panic attack had done some good? She got past her fear and anxiety of leaving the house and she survived. She was stronger because of it.Brody called today too. He heard of the thin
AnalieseOn the third day, when I woke up, I didn't call (or knock) for Oscar right away. I needed to be the adult that I was and start figuring things out for myself. My family needed to realize that I was going to be okay. And I was going to be okay. I decided to start today. I went to the bathroom to do my business. I even jumped into the shower and that's where Oscar found me."Good morning, baby," he said from behind the curtain. He'd been so respectful of me and almost clinical. Not touching me in any way that could be construed as sexua8l. Don't get me wrong, he was loving, but his touches didn't linger. His eyes didn't light up with lust. I felt about about that. I didn't want him to suppress that side of himself, at least not around me. The side of myself that wanted his attention on my body, warred with my mind that said, nope, not today."Good morning," I chirped back.What!??I threw back the curtain and stared at Oscar. I spoke!I tried again."I love you," it was the fir
AnalieseI woke up in increments. My eyelids fluttered, but I kept them closed. I listened to the sounds in the room, then the sounds in the house. Everything was so quiet. I had no idea what time it was, but I had a feeling it was late morning from the way the sun slanted through my curtains. I know I went to bed with Oscar last night, but he isn't here now. I knew without touching his side of the bed that he was already up. I also knew that he hadn't gone far. He'd want to be here when I woke up.My parents probably went to work and that was fine with me. I didn't want to see the sadness and looks of pity they kept throwing me. Oscar, on the other hand, kept me present and moving forward. He talked to me last night like I was a person and not a thing to feel sorry for. I will be eternally grateful for him being constant and not letting me wallow. Which would be so easy to do. He asked me what I wanted and needed. Could there be anything better in a partner? I couldn't think of anyth
BillI listened at the doorway while Oscar spoke to Analiese. I'm pretty sure he knew I was there. Anyway, the door was open, so he had to know that anyone could hear what they were saying - or what he was saying. He translated everything, being clear and concise with his words and her reactions to what he was saying. I was actually pretty proud of him for proding her. She wasn't comfortable with me right now, and that hurt. I struggled with it at first, but Gloria told me that she was ashamed. My baby had nothing to be ashamed of. They call women the weaker se9x for a reason - and it wasn't for women to get pissed about. It was a fact. Most men were bigger and stronger. Most women couldn't fight them off. Facts. Unfortunately, some very evil men had used that strength against her. I didn't blame her for that. I blamed myself. I think we all did.Every single man that went on the rescue mission was pissed as fuc9k. Some of us were able to take out that rage on the men who had orchestr
OscarWhen we arrived at their house, Bill made himself scarce. Again, I was surprised, but Gloria said Ana needed a bath and I guess Bill didn't want to be a part of that. It definitely would have been awkward for him to hang around for bath time.I followed Gloria down the hallway to the bathroom. As she started filling the tub with warm water, she chattered to Ana as she did so, as if Ana was going to speak back to her. It was probably the best strategy, acting as if everything was okay, when nothing was. Can you imagine another scenario where Ana's mom and I would be in the bathroom together, with Ana between us? No? Right, me neither. I didn't dwell on the awkward situation, though. I just waited patiently, with Ana in my arms. The bathroom started to get warm as I leaned against the wall. It had been a hard, strenuous day and my strength was lagging. I guess I need to work on my stamina at the gym from now on.When the tub was full enough for Gloria, she indicated for me to put
OscarWe had to carry Edgar to the cars. It was only about half a mile, but it was a real pain in the as8s. He had broken his leg when he fell over the wall and though none of us wanted to touch him, we did. We grabbed his arms and uninjured leg and lugged his annoying as9s. Brody or I could have carried him in a fireman's hold, but I didn't want him touching any part of me. I don't think the other guys did either. He was evil personified, and it was bad enough just touching one of his limbs.We threw him in the trunk and oh, shi8t...."Hey Moe. To make it believable that he left on his own, we should take his car too," I blurted out as soon as I thought of it.Surprise flashed across Moe's face. There were nine of us, but not one of us had thought of that little fact. We had been kinda busy planning a rescue, cleaning a crime scene and whatnot, right?"Where are his keys?" Moe asked the group, in his usual no-nonsense manner. We almost fu8cked up but we could fix it.."We emptied his
AnalieseRescue. It was a foggy thought in the back of my mind where I was hidden like a game of peek-a-boo. Now you see me, now you don't.I heard gunfire and I knew the guys were here, finally. My brain woke up a little, but then the sounds of wood breaking and thuds from the hallway reverberated in my ears. I let myself slip away again as I lay perfectly still. I knew things were happening in the house, but I was lost in a corner of my mind again. Where I was safe. I didn't react when the door of the room we were in thundered open. A dull thud as something hit the floor and more gunfire. Another thud. Voices. Was someone speaking to me? It didn't matter. I wasn't really present. I didn't want to be.I slipped away again when the metal of the cage I was in rattled. The lock was disengaged. Someone was nearby. I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to wonder who it was. If it was those mean men again, I needed to stay hidden in my mind. I had been violated, and I wouldn't survive if
OscarMoe was in the zone. His only child was in that room unconscious, but he had tucked that into a corner of his mind so that we could finish the mission. I had to do that too. Compartmentalize, I think it was called. I tucked Ana into a corner of my mind, even though it caused my heart to constrict. I had to listen to the instructions that would keep us all free men. We were never here. Neither were Kylie or Analiese.I told myself that but then my mind started to wander. I snapped out of it when he asked how many bodies were downstairs. I gave him my account and tried to stay present. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. I just wanted to get back to Ana. I never wanted to let her go again.Moe gave everyone instructions, even me. Brody and I were to get the girls and take them downstairs to wait for Stern to come with the truck. Others were working on clean-up. I tossed out that I had touched the garage door downstairs and the locks on the back door. Bill nodded. I wat