Home of the Horrors

Eva caressed her hair and face, while Asha shook her head, still crying, with her entire body shaking. Then Eva’s hand wandered lower to the girls chest, untying the front of her top as she squirmed and sobbed.

“Are you scared? You don’t have to be. It’s not gonna hurt, I’ll make sure of that. Just keep on breathing and try to relax and we’re gonna make this nice for you. I know this is your first time,” she murmured to the wreck of a girl.

Eva continued with the gentle touch, softly running her knuckles over the girls wet cheek, while her other hand played with her breasts. She held her, while exploring her trembling body, whispering reassurances into her hair. All her attention was Asha’s, as that one hand wandered lower and lower until it sat in top of the girl’s pressed together legs.

“You gotta open your legs, darling,” she purred, kissing away a fresh tear.

Eva applied a bit of pressure and Asha didn’t really fight her, letting her thighs fall open, just a tiny bit. She was very wet still, both from Nick’s saliva and her own slick. Her breath skipped when Eva brushed her fingers across, coating them thoroughly, and teasing her clit for a moment, before going lower towards her entrance. Asha whimpered, when the fingers found it, gently prodding at the thin skin with the small opening, still way too sensitive from Nick’s attention. Her legs tried to squeeze shut, but Eva’s hand was already between them, so her efforts only held it in place.

“C’mon, be a good girl and relax for me. It’s gonna be easier for you that way, alright?”

Since her head was being cradled by Eva’s other arm, turning away from the caressing hand, meant turning into Eva’s shoulder, and Asha buried her face into her shirt, hiccuping with sobs. Her legs fell open once again and the prodding continued. The tip of her finger trailed around her entrance in circles, feeling the fluttering of the muscles down there, and giving the girl a chance to calm down. Of course she didn’t.

“Good girl,” she praised, “Take a deep breath now,”

Asha somewhat obeyed, gasping when the tip of the first finger entered her, tensing at the intrusion. It didn’t push deep, pressing just behind the thin skin. It simply stayed where it was until the frantically contracting muscles inside her calmed down.

“You’re doing so well for me sweetheart,” Eva praised, and pressed a kiss to her temple.

The finger pushed deeper so slowly, that it was hard to tell if it was moving at all, stretching the opening with the increasing thickness of it. Soon the finger was in completely and stayed like that for a while, patting her walls, finding spots to pull a reaction. Asha gasped at the sensation, a hand attached to Eva’s shirt.

With deliberate movement, she started stretching her, slowly, drawing lovely, little whimpers. Her finger explored the heat, pressing into the soft flesh, over and over. Asha didn’t dare to move, stiff as a board. She refused to let herself go, to submit, to let her body take the lead. A hand smoothed over her thick hair.

“You’re so nice and wet for me honey. How about a second finger, hm?”

Asha didn’t respond. She had her eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched and face tucked into Eva’s shoulder, hiding from the world and especially the camera. She yelped when the second finger squeezed in, but Eva was sure it wasn’t hurting. Two fingers nestled in Asha’s heat, she started the process anew, first just prodding at the soft walls, then slowly pumping in and out. Soon she had no issue sliding in a third finger with the small woman being sufficiently stretched.

No longer was she moving as if the girl could break if she applied too much pressure, instead she now tried to elicit reactions to this new stimulation, alternating between sliding her fingers inside of her and teasing the overly sensitive nerves of the girl’s clit. Her face was still wet, but her sobs had grown silent, replaced by the occasional gasping moan and her skin radiated heat. Her eyes stayed squeezed shut in humiliation the entire time. Eva removed her fingers and let them glide over the girl’s clit one last time, making her shudder, before she returned her attention to Nick.

The young man’s face and neck had flushed pink and his mouth stood open to suck in air, from all the movement. He avoided looking at the two women, still rolling his hips to try and keep his erection. His breath had turned heavy and sweat coated his brow. Eva removed herself from Asha’s death grip and approached Nick. He stopped moving, when her boots entered his field of vision, teary eyes flying up to her face, scared that his efforts weren’t enough, scared of what she would make him do.

But she was at least pleased with the results and gently brushed his damp hair out of his eyes. Then the hand wandered lower, wrapping around his throat. She felt him swallow and tense, bracing for the air to be cut off, but she just bent down to pull his underwear below his dick. With her other hand still on his throat, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and dragged them up and down his length a couple of times. His mouth fell open with a silent moan and he squeezed his eyes shut for the moment.

She smiled and spit into her hand, to get him a bit wet, even though Asha had produced enough of her own, but it seemed like a benevolent gesture to do. Rising to her feet again, she stepped behind him, knees against his back. Tilting back his head, she looked down at him and in turn forced him to look up at her. He let her do that with little resistance, blinking free a few tears and tried his best to look as stoic as he could, but he was in a very charged situation and instead seemed like he was just waiting for the right opportunity to pull away and run. Eva just stroked his cheek.

“Atta boy. Isn’t behaving so much nicer?”

His face contorted at the patronizing tone, eyes squeezing shut again, forcing even more tears out. Eva let it slide, that he didn’t answer her, his expression was answer enough after all. He had been oddly quiet for this shoot, and most of that was due to his mouth being occupied, but the last few minutes had nothing to do with that. Maybe he thought that if he was quiet enough he could escape this sooner. Or he was behaving, because a step out of line would be bad for Asha.

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”

He choked on his breath, trying to gain his composure and for a single moment his face relaxed into a neutral expression, before immediately returning to that contorted grimace as the sobbing started up again. He shook his head.

“No?”

She’d expected him to agree. This one was so easy compared to his first shoot, not going to hurt at all for him. What a puzzling guy.

“Please don’t make me do this,”

His voice cracked as he spoke, more tears making their way down his face.

“I don’t want to do this, please! Don’t make me hurt her!”

Eva’s features softened and she once again crouched down and brought her face close to his, murmuring into his hair, while one hand wandered back to his dick to keep him hard. He grunted.

“Oh honey, you’re not going to hurt her. But the others would. You need to see this as an opportunity, hm? You get to make this nice for her, make it feel good. If it’s not you, I’m gonna get one of the guards, maybe even two, and they don’t care if it hurts,”

Nick struggled to keep listening.

“It’s either you, or them, and you only have control over one of the options. Understand?”

She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, then returned to her position behind him. When he didn’t move on his own, she pressed a knee into his back to make him move forward. Slowly they shuffled closer, as Asha’s already rapid breathing picked up even more. Eva pulled her forward by the ankles until she was right on the edge of the seat and made her bend her legs, so Nick could settle in between. His breathing suffered as well, head down and eyes squeezed shut, he pressed himself back against Eva’s legs. This time she had to use more force to lift his head, hand under his chin.

“Eyes open!” she demanded, and he did so after she slapped him once.

“Look at her!”

Wide apologetic eyes were glued to Asha, as she pushed him closer and closer. Eva wasn’t sure if she actually heard him say ‘I’m sorry’, before she assisted him to insert himself.

At first it stayed an attempt, he squirmed, couldn’t get it right, working himself into a panic over it, until Eva managed to guide his dick into the right position to penetrate. Asha held her breath as Nick’s dick slowly filled her up, mouth agape with a silent scream and eyes locked towards the ceiling.

It took quite some time for Nick to fully sheath himself, since Eva was the only one to initiate movement, pressing them together. Nick was frozen in place, refusing to move, silent sobs racking through his body, shrinking away as far as he could, while Asha fought for every breath to fill her lungs. Eva used that time to reach between them, right were the old bruise on Nick’s hips met her thighs, and thumbed over Asha’s clit.

Her muscles seized, clenching down on Nick’s dick in reaction, the fluttering softness engulfing him. He had tucked his chin into his chest again, curling into himself as far as Eva’s grip allowed, still unmoving, but grunting at the tightness.

“You gotta fuck her, baby. C’mon, get your ass moving,”

She was the one doing the moving for now, pushing him deeper with her knees digging into his back, releasing the pressure, pushing again. The rutting was pathetic, barely any friction, since he didn’t really pull out. Well, at least it gave Asha a chance to get used to it. The girl was still struggling to get enough oxygen, an audible, high-pitched wheeze escaping with every breath she took, cheeks shiny with tears.

But she handled it well. As well as any person could, in this situation. The anticipatory dread seemed to have been worse than the actual act. Now she only cried quietly and tried to breath through the pressure between her legs. The fear before had been bigger, the expectation scarier than what was happening. Too bad, that Nick was refusing to do his job.

She reached for the cattle prod, let it whir to life. One last chance, she decided, and leaned down towards Nick’s ear again.

“Move!”

Eva stopped pushing him and waited. One last chance and he didn’t take it. What a shame. She pulled his head up by the hair, forcing him to look at Asha, when she pressed the cattle prod, right into the soft spot under the girls ribs and she howled, arching away from the backrest, all that hard-fought composure gone again. Nick slipped out of her as her body bucked. A pained expression drawn on his face, he watched helplessly, the hand in his own hair, gentle and soft in contrast.

“Do you need me to do it again?” Eva growled.

He shook his head no. No, not again.

“Then move!”

Eva returned to her seat to get a better view. Nick’s expression of regret was interesting, as well as Asha’s apparent inability to process the situation after the shock. Nick lined himself up again as best as he could, but his effort wasn’t enough. It didn’t help that he didn’t want to do it, and so he kept getting the angle wrong. Both Asha and Nick were starting to hyperventilate, and she briefly wondered if this would just end in a double panic attack.

But then Nick snapped out of it, eyes meeting Asha’s. Oh, the poor girl looked so scared. Eva was just about to speak up to calm her fear a bit, when it was Nick’s voice that uttered reassurances.

“I’m so sorry. I’m… You’re okay, you’re okay. It’s gonna be okay. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, I’m so sorry”

Asha took a deep breath, sniffled and nodded, before she answered in a weak voice.

“I’m okay,”

The girl even managed to plaster a tight, strained smile on her face. Nick glanced to Eva, to see that she hadn’t moved from her seat, playing with the cattle prod. She wasn’t going to help him again, and he needed to figure out how to do this on his own, before her patience ran out.

“Good. That’s good. I’m gonna… Can you…,”

His face turned bright red, down to his neck, camouflaging all his freckles.

“I can’t get it right o-on my own. The uhm… angle is- I-I need your help,” he stammered.

“I…,“ Asha started, eyes dropping.

Her voice turned into a whisper.

“I don’t know what to do,”

Why did she seem so incredibly ashamed of that? Of course she didn’t know, she had no experience. Regardless, Nick rose to the occasion, nervously taking the lead.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ll guide you. I- uh- just put your leg over my shoulder. Just like that,” he murmured.

Asha squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation, to lock out the world. Finally he entered her again, pushing in slowly, pressing his lips together as tears ran down his face.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmured as she gasped.

“I-I’m gonna start moving now, okay?”

The girl managed a small nod. Nick pulled out a bit and slowly sank back inside. Asha’s brows knit together and she forgot to breathe for a moment. The next careful thrusts made her mewl. Nick continued the motion, though it was clumsy with his hands behind his back. He struggled to keep his balance, let alone any rhythm, with the suppressed sobs that shook his body. The frustration at his physical struggle paired with the humiliation and anger that boiled inside of him, and he furiously tried to blink away his tears.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted the cattle prod, there to motivate him to be a little less lackluster, and he obliged. His tongue had shown much more skill. Still, Asha twisted with the internal stimulation, muscles contracting every now and then. Sometimes her eyes even rolled back a bit. Over time he grew a bit more confident, daring to move with more purpose when Asha’s little noises didn’t indicate any pain, driven by the stiff dislike of that damn cattle prod.

Once she adjusted to being fucked though, the emotional and mental reality of the situation finally hit her, and she began crying anew. Nick noticed when her breath hitched and stopped immediately.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, sorry!”

The panic in his voice at that thought was endearing and he exhaled a shaky breath of relief when she shook her head.

“It’s…” she whispered, “I never… This is my first time,”

“Oh,” his face fell.

Eva had thought that he’d picked up on that fact earlier in the shoot, but apparently not.

“I’m… so sorry… Do you want me to stop?”

What a dumb question, of course she did! A tiny sob accompanied her nod. His eyes searched for Eva, the fury in them only overpowered by fear, and a desperation she’d only seen in him at the end of the life stream.

“I…” he croaked.

Eyes flickering over to the crying girl for just a second, before returning to Eva.

“Please! Let me stop. If… if you let her go, you can-,” he struggled to finish the sentence, “Fuck me instead,”

Eva smiled. Not a single insult or curse word out of his mouth for such a long time. Asha must be rubbing off on him. And he seemed to have grown quite fond of her in that short period of time, if he was actually considering this offer.

“That’s a very generous offer, sweetheart, but unfortunately it doesn’t work like that. Though I’m sure Herod would love a turn with you some time,”

Nick paled at that mental image, jaw working, considering if he might have a chance to convince her, or if he really wanted to offer himself up after all. She picked up her fiddling with the cattle prod again. Nick shrunk back at the silent threat. Patiently, Eva waited for a response, a reaction, but she hadn’t expected it to come from Asha. He was still half buried in the girl, when her shaky voice sounded, with her eyes squeezed shut and her hands balled into fists.

“Just do it. Get it over with. I’m- I’m okay,”

Eva leaned back in her armchair and waited for the two to continue. The young man wasn’t quite convinced though.

“A-Are you sure?”

“Yeah… Yeah. I’m fine. I’ll be fine,”

She was definitely telling herself that rather than Nick, but he nodded and restarted his clumsy rhythm, continuously murmuring reassurances.

“You’re okay. You’re so brave. Doing so well,”

Asha had opened her eyes and was now staring into Nick’s, face slowly starting to contort in pleasure.

“You’re okay, you’ll be fine, it’s just us. You can do it,”

They looked beautiful together, his head right next to her leg on his shoulder, and eyes locked. Like actual lovers, they seemed to forget about the world around them, the only thing breaking the illusion, were the restraints. Groans, moans, and gasps mixed together, and even though one or two tears still ran down Asha’s face, the girl appeared rather calm.

Nick proved himself to be a sweetheart, concentrating all his effort into making sure Asha was comfortable and feeling okay, at least as much as he could. Eva hated that they were restrained, she’d much rather have this without, but maybe that could happen another time. There was something about this that she enjoyed, something stirred deep within her, and she wondered what was so different than all the other times she watched people fuck each other.

Maybe it was that they cared about each other. Not that deeply, since they’d only met at the start of this, but enough to not want to see the other one in pain, enough to go out of their way to make sure the other person was okay, to want to avoid the other getting hurt. The misplaced jealousy from before came back and hit her full force.

Slowly, the girl had given in, arousal growing with every thrust, their eyes locked together. The movement made a squelching sound that accompanied the breathy moans that escaped Asha every time their hips connected. Even Nick grunted every once in a while, as he fucked her. A pearl of sweat trickled down his temple and he had flushed quite a bit, his skin from his chest up a pinkish color.

Eva didn’t want to disturb their focus, keeping quiet, staying in her seat, eyes tracing over the outline of Nick’s lean muscles. His hands flexed in their cuffs and she liked to imagine, that he wanted to hold and touch the girl he was fucking. Her body arched and contorted, rocking her hips in sync with Nick, not holding back anymore. The crash would come eventually, but momentarily the pleasure helped her suppress the shame, the disgust at herself, at the way her body welcomed the intrusion.

It didn’t take long for Nick’s hips to start stuttering, but instead of keeping it up, he stopped, breathing his impending ejaculation away. Asha was out of breath, when he pulled out, apparently deciding that he was done. But that wasn’t a decision he could make, so Eva had to remind him, that she was still there, poking him with the uncharged cattle prod. He flinched back, pressing harder against the leg on his shoulder.

“You’re not done,” she purred.

“Finish!”

That was unmistakably an order, and he swallowed hard, averting his eyes, once again trying to insert himself. Gliding in with no struggle he began working himself to the edge again. His eyes flickered over to Eva every now and then, the tension that had dispersed over the duration back again with full force.

His breath came faster and faster through his nose, lips pressed bloodless, before he came with a miserable whine, collapsing on top of Asha, shuddering while his release pumped into her. Asha’s face showed a bit of alarm, but the majority of the panic simmered deeper to emerge later. Eva smiled with approval, quite satisfied with their performance. With the prongs of the cattle prod on Nick’s ass, she encouraged him to stay inside the girl for a bit longer, and he froze, bracing.

“Good job. We’re gonna stop here for now. Why don’t you say ‘thank you’, hm? Give her a kiss,”

After a poison glance towards Eva, he obeyed and slowly leaned in, hesitating, before actually connecting their lips in a soft kiss. Asha didn’t struggle, and just quietly laid there until he pulled back. Her eyes stayed glued to Nick’s face, even when he glared at Eva once again.

The recording stopped then. Eva ran her hands over her face and stood up, stretching to get rid of that haze. She didn’t say anything, just hooked her hands under Nick’s arms, to pull him to his feet. The boy stumbled a bit from having knelt on the concrete for so long and halfheartedly tried to pull away. He flinched, when she pulled his underwear up and combed the sweaty locks away from his forehead. Not a word left his lips, even when she let go of him to pull Asha upright.

For her, she even undid the restraints, opening the leather cuffs and the collar, finally allowing the girl to extend her arms again. The straps left a slight imprint in the soft, brown skin, from when Asha had squirmed against them, but other than that, she looked entirely unharmed. Nick wasn’t afforded the luxury of getting the handcuffs removed, she didn’t trust him that much.

With a hand under her chin, Eva tilted Asha’s face up, and studied all the tear streaks, the marks of her teeth in her lip, thumbing away the wetness right under her eyes, running a hand over her braids. Then she just left her alone for a moment, to get the girls robe from the hook next to the door. Asha didn’t even attempt to cover her naked body, still too dazed after what had happened, so much so, that Eva had to guide her arms through the sleeves.

She didn’t feel like talking, but she was sure Nick would struggle if she didn’t at least attempt to explain the next step.

“Let’s go clean you up,” she mumbled, a hard hand closing around Nick’s bicep.

The other, a lot gentler, wrapped around Asha’s forearm.

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She sighed, her eyes fluttering shut, shortly after the needle left her arm. Her entire body felt foggy, but most importantly her thoughts had been soothed by that velveteen haze. She didn’t realize Nathan was next to her, until he nudged her hand with a cup of water. A dopey smile on her face she thanked him, or at least she thought she did. She wasn’t quite sure that there was sound.

Elaina’s shoulders dropped slowly, hesitant to lose the tension they’d been holding for days. Her reflexes slowed down, awareness went down, just a soft fuzz all over the world. Even over Nathan, who anxiously hovered around her, continuously swiping his hair out of his face.

“What is it?” she mumbled.

His movement was too fast, too frantic for her to follow. Why was he so jittery? Maybe he could have some of the good stuff as well, maybe then, he wouldn’t flinch when she gently bumped his arm. Was he eating enough? He’d gotten thin, almost fragile looking. Elaina waited for an answer, but his eyes were restlessly gliding across the room.

“Hey,”

Slowed by that sweet daze, she reached out and took his hand, covering it with both of hers to warm it. He didn’t pull away, but she wasn’t sure if he wanted two. Reading his expression was hard. He did blink away some tears and took a deep breath that almost didn’t shake, at least as far as she could make out. But then he straightened out again, falling back into that professional facade.

“How is everyone? Do you need me to take a look at anyone?”

Ah, so he was worried.

“They’re okay. Just got done with a shoot, and now they’re resting. No marks,”

“Ah. A-and what about…,”

“…Luke?” she finished the sentence.

“Yeah,”

The tension in his voice was palpable, but she didn’t understand why he was so worried all of a sudden.

“He’s okay,”

The silent question as of why he asked, hung between them for a good few seconds. She didn’t want to pry, if he wanted to, he would tell her.

“I…,”

Not sure how to communicate what he wanted to say, he tried to sort the words.

“I haven’t seen any of Cain’s cast in a while,”

“Oh,”

With the drugs in her system it was harder to comprehend the sentences.

“Isn’t that good?”

That meant there was nothing that warranted a visit to Nathan. No sickness, no injuries. She failed to see the downside, dazed from the substance.

“There was one girl that needed to have a broken arm set a couple days back, but that was all,”

He faced her.

“Eva, I’m worried. Usually, Cain sends someone at least every other day, but not even Casey has been back, and I know the auction is coming soon, but it doesn’t make sense. Either he’s planning something bad, or he is getting bored. And you know how dangerous he is when he’s bored. With his fixation on Luke…,”

Elaina blinked. That was a lot of information at once and her mind struggled to catch up. Her train of thought snagged on something Nathan had said.

“Who’s Casey?”

Nathan swallowed hard, wincing at the memory.

“He’s… You helped me with him, with the- the abrasions,”

Her brain took concernedly long to conjure up a face. That redhead, the one with the tattoos. Sanding machine. Cain hadn’t send him back to the infirmary, even though he had been so excited for him. Had he grown tired of him that quickly? She’d hoped that with him in his roster, Cain would loose interest in Luke, at least for a while.

The sense of danger crept in slowly. It wasn’t a direct threat, but the implications were scary. Even through that drug induced haze she sensed the alarm loud and clear, and her mouth went dry.

“He… You care about Luke, right?”

That was a bold statement from Nathan, and she wasn’t sure if he’d had the courage to ask it, if he hadn’t just drugged her up. Elaina’s eyes got wetter thinking about Luke, the affection she had for him rushing to the foreground, her walls having been lowered by the substance.

“Yeah,” she croaked out.

“Me too. Please don’t let Cain get his hands on him. You don’t want that, right?”

She shook her head.

“Good,”

His hand retreated from hers.

“Keep an eye on him until the auction, okay?”

“Okay,”

He would not dare to give her orders like that, if she were sober, taking advantage of her inebriated state. That thought alone was almost enough to make her cry, and she had tried so hard not to. After Asha and Nick’s shoot, she had struggled to drop the persona, convinced that she’d burst into tears once she did, and she couldn’t allow herself to do that in front of other people. The drugs helped her let go in another way, without the emotional outburst.

She wished Nathan would talk to her like that without the help of a tranquilizer. Just like a normal person, not groveling, not scared to say the wrong thing and offend her, to stay on her good side. He didn’t have to, but to convince him of that was hard with the power she held. She was the princess of this facility after all, held all the power over him. But how did you convince someone that you weren’t malicious, when all the evidence was pointing against it? Well the first step would probably be, to honer their request.

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It's been a while, hasn't it? Uni has been kicking my ass lately and I work a lot more hours now, so it took a bit longer than I wanted it too, but I'm fairly happy with it.

With a hand around his arm, she pulled him to his feet. Herod walked a couple steps behind them through the halls, towards the space she had prepared for this shoot. Nick stopped crying and the panic slowly subsided, now that we was upright again. And he didn’t start struggling just yet, all too aware, that Herod was still behind him. There was no telling how he would react to what she had planned, if his fight was strong enough to put up meaningful resistance.

The door creaked open and she slipped through first, eyes roaming across the room to check the set-up. It wasn’t much, just a tripod with a camera, an armchair behind it and one in front, with a girl curled up on it.

Asha was still exactly where she’d left her, wrists attached to a leather collar with a short chain. Even though those were all the restraints she had, she’d stayed put. The sound of the door had pulled the young woman’s attention and she looked to Eva with fear. Though it was nothing compared to the panic that set in, when Eva dragged in Nick behind her.

Asha had a certain fortitude about her, could keep her composure under harsh circumstances. She hadn’t cried when she was told to change into the set of pale, yellow lingerie, didn’t struggle being brought to the studio, had stayed calm while waiting. But the second Nick stumbled into the room, her delicate, stoic facade started to crumble. A man getting brought into this situation? It didn’t take a genius to put the pieces together and her tears made their way down soon after.

It got worse when Herod ducked in after them, but he was soon dismissed, since Nick did behave, but her silent sobs didn’t stop. Eva pushed Nick to his knees next to Asha, took off the shock collar, then turned to start the recording.

No crew today, this was supposed to invoke the feeling of a back room shoot, nothing fancy. Then she took a seat in the armchair behind the tripod the camera sat on. Nick stared at her, confused and scared, but it was nothing next to the frightened look on Asha’s face, as she stared at Nick.

With a man in the room, the young woman’s thoughts probably spiraled. Last time it had just been Eva, and she hadn’t done that much, but there were few reasons to bring in the guy. The two bound people in front of her waited with bated breath, and Asha tried hard to stay quiet to push down the panic, but she trembled so much. Eva continued to watch them for a few more seconds, before she finally spoke up.

“Eat her out,” she commanded Nick.

His head whipped around to the crying girl.

“What?!”

Yeah, that was about the reaction she’d expected. Asha pressed her lips together, suppressing as much of the whimpers as she could, more tears rolling down her cheeks. Nick recovered from that first shock, when he saw the reaction, wide, angry eyes finding Eva again.

“No! No, what the fuck?!? What the fuck?!? I’m- No! I’m not gonna do that!”

Asha just whispered a string of pleas, that were so quiet, that Eva could barely make them out. She wasn’t sure that the girl even heard Nick’s protest.

“I thought you might say that. So I brought something to motivate you a bit. You know what this is?”

She pulled out a long object and showed it to the two. Asha didn’t look. She couldn’t focus on anything but the young man, that had been brought along to violate her.

“Fuck you!” Nick spat, but immediately flinched back, when she let the device crackle in response.

“I asked you a question, Darling. Now, do you have an answer?”

He swallowed hard, eyes slipping away from her face.

“Cattle prod,” he mumbled.

“That’s right. Hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it? This is how it’s going to go: You refuse, I shock. It’s simple really,”

It whirred as it charged up again.

“Now, get started,”

Nick’s jaw clenched, eyes still on the ground, his handcuffs clinked as he shifted in his position.

“No,” he pressed out between his teeth.

“No?” she asked, almost mocking.

“What a shame,”

He stared at her in defiance, bracing for a shock, when the crackling tip of the cattle prod was pressed into Asha’s thigh and the girl screamed and jerked back. He looked up at Eva with a bewildered expression. This wasn’t how he’d expected it to go. After a few seconds he found his voice again, an expression of anger and confusion on his face.

“Why did you do that?!”

Asha, in the meantime, fought to get her breathing under control, tense, awaiting a new shock at any moment.

“I figured it would be more motivating that way,” she explained with a lazy smile.

“You refuse, she gets shocked. She refuses, you get shocked. Now-,” her eyes narrowed, “get started!”

He only started shuffling closer, when Eva prepared for a next shock to Asha. It was cute how hesitant he was, unwilling to subject the young woman to the shocks, but equally unwilling to force himself on her to get is over with.

Asha cringed away, when his breath brushed over her skin and she curled up even tighter, as his mouth got closer and closer. But the boy chickened out, pulling back, shaking his head, not able to bring himself to do it with tears glittering in his eyes.

Asha’s relief didn’t last long, as she was zapped again, this time in the waist. Her scream echoed in the empty room and her mouth stayed open, continuing the scream in silence.

“Wanna try again?” Eva mocked.

“Take off her clothes,”

‘Clothes’ was a very generous word, considering that all the cover Asha had were tiny see through lace panties, and an equally tiny and see through top that was tied over her sternum. Nick looked at the squirming girl that was still recovering from the last sting of the cattle prod and started closing the distance again. Her breath skipped, when his lips grazed her hips.

Slowly, he pulled down her panties with his teeth, since his hands were cuffed behind his back. He shuffled around to the other side, carefully taking the pale yellow fabric between his teeth and lowering her underwear further, until it slipped over her feet. Asha had her legs pressed together and Nick knelt in front unsure what to do now. It was obvious he didn’t want to push her, didn’t want to force her legs open, didn’t want to hurt her. He wasn’t that capable of doing that anyway, without use of his hands.

Eva let Asha settle for a few moments, but if anything, the girl pressed her legs together even tighter. The dual tip of the prod pushed into Nick’s ribs and he lurched with a yell. Tears streamed down Asha’s face, while she watched him work himself back up on his knees, only to be brought low again by another shock. This was why Eva had chosen to do it this way. Asha didn’t have to deal with the pain, no, she had to deal with the guilt that she was responsible for someone else’s pain and vise versa. It proved to be very effective.

“Please stop! Please!” she begged after three shocks to Nick, letting her knees fall open just a tiny bit.

He struggled to get himself up to his knees again, out of breath, tearing up from the pain, and returned to his position at Asha’s feet. While he fought for air, his head dropped to rest against Asha’s knee, a somehow very cute scene. His ginger-blonde hair almost glowed next to Asha’s dark brown skin. He got a few moments to collect himself, and then after a nervous look towards Eva and the cattle prod, he started moving his face closer to her crotch, kissing the dark, trembling skin of her thighs. He wasn’t rough with her, slowly working his way up. Probably stalling for time, but Eva didn’t care as long as it made for good content.

Asha’s chest spasmed with panicked, rapid breath as Nick’s mouth inched closer. He watched her rising fear, slowing down his progress even more. Then he stopped completely when the young woman failed to catch her breath. Aww, what a gentleman. It was very sweet, that he was so reluctant, not rushing to get this over with for himself, while overwhelming her.

Asha noticed his concerned, fearful expression, having calmed down a bit, after he’d stopped, and took a deep breath with her eyes closed.

“I’m okay,” she whispered, “I’m okay,”

Was she telling him, or herself? Either way it was a lie, one that was very easy to see through. But with the cattle prod whirring on the sidelines, it was enough to convince him to continue. Both were stiff, going through the motions. It was almost uncomfortable to watch, the two of them fighting to show as little reaction as possible. Nick’s head was now fully between her thighs, closing in on her sensitive middle. But the camera couldn’t see shit. With the cattle prod she tapped Asha’s thigh. The girl yelped and braced, accidentally squeezing Nick’s head, but no shock came. Eva had turned it off for now.

“Open your legs,” Eva demanded.

Asha brought her knees further apart, giving Nick better access, but the camera still wasn’t satisfied.

“Wider,”

The girl’s legs shook and she didn’t react to that command in time. Nick buried his head into her thigh as the jolt from the cattle prod in his back tore another scream from him. Crying, Asha let her legs fall open wider. Nick continued after having gained his composure again, brushing his lips across her upper thigh, getting closer to her folds.

Asha’s whole body shook, even before he arrived at the soft, sensitive folds between her legs, but when he finally did, it worsened quite a lot. Eva had picked her cast well. Nick was sweet, considerate, slowing down whenever Asha tensed, paying attention to her reactions. But Eva’s patience was running out.

“Use your tongue. Make it good. You’re not stopping until I tell you to,”

His eyes didn’t leave Asha, but he did follow her direction, pink tongue flicking over her skin, carefully working its way between her folds. Asha gasped. This was a very different sensation from just fingers, the only experience she’d had so far. The wet muscle teased at her clit, warm and soft and dexterous, running down the length of her slit, then returning to that bundle of nerves at the top, circling it.

Once again, Asha’s body started reacting without her say, betraying her, arousal building with every pass of Nick’s tongue. He’d definitely done this before. For a fraction of a second, Eva experienced a stab of jealousy, but it was gone as quickly as it arrived. Asha flexed her hands in their cuffs, unable to lower them past her collar bone. Her body shuddered with the stimulation, sharp breaths occasionally turning into soft moans. She struggled to keep her legs open, instinct trying to shut off the overwhelming sensation, but the cattle prod remained in her line of sight as warning.

“Just give in, sweetheart,” Eva murmured.

“Relax, try to enjoy it,”

Nick was still firmly pressed into her crotch, working his tongue continuously against the soft flesh, and Asha slowly fell apart. It got harder for her to hold back those treacherous moans he pulled out of her, and when he paused to gently suck on her clit, her eyes rolled up and her head snapped back, accompanying a guttural groan. She wasn’t crying anymore. She was way past the point.

This invasive pleasure occupied her mind completely. Nick’s initial reluctance might’ve also helped ease her fear, the fact that this wasn’t his fault. And the fact, that she had chosen this over watching him being tortured with the cattle prod. Nick’s intention wasn’t to hurt her, and she knew that. That had to make it a lot easier.

And this couldn’t be too bad, right? It definitely wasn’t hurting. His tongue worked slow and deliberate, mostly focusing on her clit, every now and again dipping lower, lapping at her entrance. His entire lower face was covered in her wetness at this point, even above the tip of his nose. Asha had started rocking her hips, back and forth, chasing the stimulation she was so desperate to avoid.

Her moans got more frequent, as did her struggle against the restraints. Nick had his hands clasped together behind his back. Were they in front it’d look like he was praying. He had struggled less than she’d expected him to, honestly. Had done what she asked of him with minimal protest and adequate effort. The memory of what she’d made him endure last time still sat deep in his bones and this was much less harsh.

As her orgasm built, Asha’s tears began flowing again, but there was no begging this time. She knew it was of no use. Nick slowed down when he saw her tears, unsure of himself, but Asha was either craving the release, or hoping that it would be over after her orgasm, and encouraged him to keep going.

“I’m okay, I’m okay, just do it!”

Nick obeyed, picking up some tempo, pressing his tongue a bit harder, brushing over her fluttering muscles to drive her over the edge. She tumbled over with her mouth open in a silent cry, tears streaming over her cheeks, legs squeezing Nick’s head as he worked her through it. She bucked and squirmed from the intense sensation, dissolving into a sobbing mess, when she came down from that high.

The young man pulled back from her, once she released his head, gulping down air, staring at the floor, teary eyed. Asha curled up again, shaking, crying, struggling to breathe deeply. Neither one of them paid attention to Eva. For the moment, that was fine, they could collect themselves, before she demanded any more of them.

Asha was the first to look at her. Big, dark eyes silently begging for it to be over. She didn’t know this was just the warm-up.

“Hm,” she hummed, and Nick finally turned his head as well.

“I told you, you’re only gonna stop when I say so, but I guess we can move on to the main course,”

She touched the cattle prod to his chin, without shocking him, then she moved lower. And lower. And lower. Until it rested right on his dick.

“Are you ready?”

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Welp, this got a bit long, so now it's a two parter. Ahhh, what a glorious first impression Asha and Nick got of each other :)

At her nod, Herod took a step back, releasing the shaking boy, who slid down the back rest, cowering. But he didn’t fight. Elaina retreated as well to pull out the soap, the razor and the towel she brought. Nick whimpered at the sight.

“Sit up,” she ordered rounding behind him.

He swallowed and pushed himself up, painstakingly slow, his ragged breath picking up speed. Elaina placed a gentle hand under his chin, the other supporting his head at the base of his skull.

“Head back,”

That was when he really started to panic, trying to pull away from her touch, away from the chair, away from the sharp blade she had. Elaina stopped Herod from stepping in. This wasn’t something that could be solved by force. She needed Nick to hold still and breathe evenly. Pinning him down as he panicked wouldn’t do any good. So she let him pull away from her, walking back into his field of vision. Nick was doubled over, just repeating ‘no’s over and over in between gasps for air.

“Hey. Hey! Get it together, I’m not hurtin’ you!”

“Fuck you!” he spat, with all the anger and fear he could muster.

He did calm down, though, staring at her with hate. It immediately reverted to panic again when she stepped towards him and he recoiled, once again a flood of ‘no’s leaving his mouth.

“I’m going to shave you. Do you want me to cut you?”

He shook his head.

“Then hold still. It’s that easy. Close your eyes if it helps,”

Nick chewed on his lip, weighing his options, trying to get his fear under control.

“… o-okay,”

She had never heard him sound so meek before, not even during the live-stream. Elaina attributed that change in behavior to Herod, perched in a corner, eyes fixed on the boy in the chair.

“Good. Tilt your head back,”

This time she managed to lather the soap, before panic overtook him once more. The blade so close to his neck was just too much.

“What did I say about holding still?”

She dialed back the annoyed tone in her voice, when she noticed him crying.

“I can’t! I can’t fucking do it, okay?! I can’t hold fucking still, when you hold a knife right to my throat!”

His leg bounced.

“You can’t?”

“That’s what I just fucking said, alright?!”

The panic subsided a bit, with his yelling providing a decent outlet for all the anxiety.

“You- you can’t just expect me to hold still, after…” he cut himself off, not able to put it into words.

Elaina huffed, but didn’t try again just yet. Instead she watched him for a moment. He was reasonably calm, while he could see her, while she wasn’t as close. He’d freak out again as soon as she started.

“You are getting a shave,” she repeated.

A frustrated noise left him, that she didn’t let up.

“But I can give you something to help calm down,”

Elaina produced a small syringe and he once again started struggling against the restraints, breath picking up.

“Hey, calm down! I’m not gonna stick you with a needle just like that. This is a conversation. I’m giving you a choice,”

“I don’t want your fucking choice!”

Nick simply continued struggling.

“Well too bad, it’s the only one you’re gonna get,”

She held up the syringe right in front of his face to force him to look at it. Nick looked up at her, jaw set, anger and fear swirling in his eyes.

“This,” she gestured with the razor, “is happening either way. If you can’t stay calm on your own, I can give you this. You don’t have to take the offer, but if you squirm, you’re gonna get cut,”

Elaina was sure he’d refuse immediately, but he just eyed the syringe warily, quiet for long enough to make Herod shift in his position.

“What does it do?” Nick croaked out.

She was happy to explain it to him.

“It’s midazolam. Like I said, it calms you down, helps you relax. You’re staying conscious, but you’re gonna be out of it, maybe a bit dizzy, maybe a bit nauseous, depending on how your body reacts. Lasts for up to an hour?”

Raising her eye brow, she silently asked her question again.

“I-,”

His eyes flashed between her, the needle, and Herod crouching in the corner.

“Is there…? Does it have to be a needle?”

“I don’t have it in another form,” she sounded almost apologetic.

The nerves radiated off of him, but it seemed like he’d decided to take her up on her offer and just needed to psych himself up.

“Have you made a decision?”

Eyes squeezed shut he nodded, hands white knuckling the arm rests.

“Just fucking jab me!”

Elaina nodded Herod over. Nick hadn’t expected that, the panic flooding back in, as the unnerving man made it to his side and his iron grip once again curled around Nick’s arm.

“Wait- WAIT! NO!”

Herod ignored his pleas and Elaina didn’t stop him either, it was just better to get it over with quick. There was no way she was untying Nick’s arm all on her own to expose the veins, within his reach. The boy fought Herod, as the belt was taken off and the arm forcefully turned around and presented for Elaina. She did quick work, slipping the needle under the soft skin, into the vein, slowly pressing down the plunger, then covering the pin prick of blood with a band aid. Herod reattached his limb to the chair and retreated.

It kicked in fast. After a few minutes Nicks head began lolling on his shoulders and his breath evened out. He started to look disoriented, dazed, but awake. Elaina could finally start doing what she came here to do. Nick’s head fell back with the slightest bit of pressure, breath deep and steady. The razor glided along the curves of his face with no struggle, leaving smooth skin behind. With Nick this docile, this wouldn’t take long.

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“I heard the boss has his eye on some interesting prospects,”

“Eh, how interesting can they be? They’re always the same. Pretty girls, yeah, but there’s never any risk with the one’s we get. They’re not even on the news when they go missin’,”

“Why go for risks though? We can have our fun, and nobody cares,”

“For the thrill, of course!”

One of the two guards filled up their coffee mugs again, before they continued their conversation.

“Imagine if we had like, Megan Fox at an auction!”

“You’d never win that bid, dude!”

“Yeah… But maybe Cain would let me hit, before she’s all used up,” he let his tongue run over his coffee stained teeth.

Elaina suppressed a shudder. There was a reason she usually avoided the break room, but Solomon had insisted. Maybe he was still under the impression that she was a top dog at the facility and wanted to impress the other guards. But if that was the case, he had sorely miscalculated. She had no authority, and she barely knew anyone’s name.

Herod she remembered, because he’d been there when she was assigned her first job. Then there were Esau, Andras, Bael and Leviathan, Cain’s entourage. The guy talking to Andras about the next auction was Barabbas, but otherwise she was lost. Oh yeah, and Solomon was there, trying to fit in.

“That’s just asking to be caught, you might as well turn yourself in. You know how much security we’d need to go through? And she’s so recognizable, it would put the whole company at risk,” Barabbas answered.

“Well, actually,” Solomon chimed in: “They might recognize her, but there’s no way they would find her, once she’s at the facility. The location stays encrypted at all times. Nothing comes through that way,”

Barabbas rolled his eyes and Andras looked miffed that Solomon was clumsily injecting himself into the conversation, but he seemed none the wiser. Elaina threw a glare in Solomon’s direction, because now she was also on the men’s radar. As if on cue, Andras turned towards her.

“What do you say, kid? You’re gonna take over for the boss one day, right? What’s your ruling? You gonna let me have my way with that whore?”

Andras and Barabbas looked at her expectantly, both wanting to hear a different answer, and she really didn’t want to pick sides in this stupid, meaningless argument. She hesitated before she answered.

“I mean, you could try, but don’t expect me to make it happen. I’d not risk the acquisition crew, because you want a big name. That’s your risk, not mine or the company’s. But you better not snitch if you get caught,”

That was a reasonable answer, right? She didn’t piss off anyone with that. After a few seconds of silence, Andras cleared his throat and changed the subject. She’d given him nothing to sink his teeth into.

“You getting on well with that boy?”

“Which boy?” she asked, suspecting she already knew the answer.

He was Cain’s lackey after all.

“Ah, you know which one I’m talking about. Cain mentions him all the time. He can’t wait to get his hands on him,”

Her hackles raised. Of course he was talking about Luke, but she had hoped his… jealousy, or whatever it was, would wind down eventually. No luck.

“Cain can wait himself stupid if he thinks that’s going to happen,” she muttered under her breath, before she answered the question.

“He’s doing well. It’s not hard to make him submit, when you know which buttons to press. I like him,”

Oh boy, if Andras knew how much she liked him…

“Good to hear. You got something fun planned for him?”

Being questioned about Luke so intently made her uncomfortable, but there was no way she could escape this conversation without being rude.

“He just had a shoot, the next one’s gonna be different cast,”

“Mhm, mhm. Why don’t you let Cain a go with him?”

Elaina looked at Andras with disbelief. Did Cain set him up for this?

“I know how Cain treats his cast, Andras, and I need him to last longer than that. I don’t have that many yet. And it’s just disrespectful of him to go behind my back and then complain. You don’t see me going around taking other peoples stuff without asking,”

Andras nodded.

“Well, you know Cain has a tendency to get what he wants. I don’t think this is going to turn out much different. It’s better to stay on his good side,”

Did that guy even have a good side?

With that said, he checked the time, emptied his coffee and put on his gear again to continue work.

“Enjoy him while you can kiddo,”

Oh no.

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Once again she was seeking refuge in Luke’s cell. Nathan was too busy, and the air between Luke and her was much warmer since she’d confided in him after the heat had died (and Cain, Cain couldn’t get to him, he was fine, Cain wasn’t here). The generator had been repaired the following day, and the temperatures climbed gradually. Everything was back to their version of normal. Mostly.

“Hi,” Luke greeted her in a soft, timid tone.

She simply smiled in response and tried to hide her worry, but obviously he spotted it anyway. He knew her well enough by now and for some reason it was way harder to hide her emotions from him than anyone else.

“Is everything okay?”

It still felt wrong for him to ask her that, but it made sense for him to try and get as much information as possible, to assess the situation and his position. Elaina sighed and took a seat, pulling her knees close.

“Yeah. As of now,”

She hesitated to explain further. She didn’t want to scare him, didn’t want him to worry. But the situation warranted worry.

“Cain’s not giving up and I think he’s getting bored again,”

The neutral if nervous expression slipped from Luke’s face. A bored Cain was bad news, he knew that. Elaina started biting her nails again. It was so hard to understand why Cain was dialing in on Luke, in the grand scheme of things he was nothing special, so maybe it was just because he wanted to fuck with her.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have blown up on him that first time. Maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess that way. He just knows that’s something I don’t want. I don’t see why he would have that much of an interest in you otherwise,”

“I- You… Please don’t let him!” Luke stammered.

Her voice softened, as he looked at her with his wide, blue eyes. They were allies, had a common enemy, and he understood that now.

“I won’t. I’m doing everything I can. We just need to make it to the auction, after that he should be too distracted for some time with his new cast,”

“Auction?”

For a moment she was confused with him latching onto that fact, before remembering that he didn’t know. How would he? And did he really want to know the answer to that? She didn’t have a choice but to explain, after all, she’d promised she’d answer all his questions as best as she could, when he got here.

“Yeah,” she started carefully. “It’s how new arrivals are distributed into the different divisions. You were an exception, because you were my first. Otherwise there would have been bidding for you,”

Oh, that was too much information for him, he visibly struggled to process it.

“There’s more?” he pressed out a horrified whisper, staring into space.

… More? … Oh. More people. The silence that followed weighed heavy. She hadn’t realized how little information he had gotten on this operation, and now she’d opened that can of worms.

“I mean, yeah. There’s four divisions including mine and they all have multiple cast,”

“… H-How many?”

“I don’t know how many there are currently. I mean, I have three, but I’m not sure about the others. I’d say there are about 40 at least. Sometimes it’s more, sometimes less. The number usually peaks after an auction, when the ones that got worn out get replaced,”

He chewed on that information for a while, and she let him. It was a lot, to process all of that, to put the pieces together into a single picture of terror. The horror crept onto his features as he figured out what it all meant.

“They do this to… so many people?”

She nodded. It was the grim reality of this world.

“They all-…” He interrupted himself when a new thought hit. “What do you mean replace?”

His words had become more frantic, and she suspected that he knew the answer and just hoped he misunderstood, that she wouldn’t confirm that terrible conclusion. Elaina thought back on all the people she had met in the beginning. The familiar faces, that had disappeared over time. Only a few remained from the ones that were here when she started. The thought of him meeting the same fate as everyone before him, of Luke walking down that hallway thick with the smell of iron, to never return, made tears shoot to her eyes, and she couldn’t look at him.

“People don’t last long under these conditions,” the lump in her throat dampened her voice.

“If someone stops delivering the performance that’s expected of them, when they stop making money, they get send to Goliath. No one ever comes back from there. No one survives Goliath. So every auction there’s new people to fill the gaps, to replace whoever broke,”

Elaina didn’t try to hide the tears streaming down her face. It was too exhausting and there was no use in trying. It was just Luke here with her. Luke, and the haunting faces of the ones that stopped surviving.

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A few miscellaneous scenes and a bit shorter :)

I think I finally found Nick's voice, so maybe I'll rework the scenes with him at some point. Also, please, if midazolam doesn't work like that, don't tell me, I spent way too long researching and I'm probably on some list now

Also, I really like the line "The ones that stopped surviving", maybe I'll make that the official title, when the project is done

At first she didn’t notice the difference. Chalked it up to being tired, maybe a bit sick, not having eaten enough. She stood up from her computer, where she was reviewing the final edit of the intern project, and moved around a bit. Not even that helped. After a while there was no denying it. It was getting cold. This wasn’t normal. She pulled out the two space heaters from her closet and turned them on, hearing them hum to life.

The effect wasn’t immediate, so she threw on her fleece jacket. That helped a bit. It was still growing colder. She checked her messages. One marked urgent had been sent out to everyone in the facility: heating is down. Well, she could’ve guessed that. What time was it? Late. She didn’t care to check further, now she had things to do.

If it was this cold in her room, the cells must be freezing already. And the people there had neither warm clothing nor good blankets. When she went to leave, her room had already warmed up significantly, so stepping into the hallway, almost felt like going outside on a chilly autumn night, the temperature difference was that stark.

The lights were dim, but still on, any power that could be spared, being diverted to keep the water from freezing in the pipes. The red light that signaled the cameras being on was missing as well. She could swear, she was seeing her own breath now, and she hurried a bit faster down the hallways, towards her cell tract. And then she would do what? It wasn’t like her presence would magically revive the heating. But there had to be something she could do.

Vaguely, she remembered the dusty boxes in the back of that one closet. There had to be space heaters among them, right? There had to be, anything else wouldn’t make any sense, you had to keep your captives alive, if you wanted to make money with them, so you had to be prepared, especially if you set up your base in the middle of fucking nowhere in Alaska.

Elaina turned into the hallway of her tract, steering straight towards the broom closet she remembered organizing a couple weeks ago. The cold metal almost burned on her bare skin, when she pressed down the handle and shouldered open the door. Somewhere in here. Unfortunately the light didn’t work, so she turned on her phones flashlight, to search through all the crap in there.

Right in the back, three cardboard boxes. When she looked more closely, she snorted. There they were still in their original packaging. Amazon brand. For some reason it was absolutely ridiculous, picturing Radko online shopping, scrolling on the website, picking out items and complaining about shipping fees. They looked to be a bit older, the boxes had gathered some dust. She prayed they still worked.

Elaina dug out the first box and opened the latch to take it out. Not as heavy as she’d expected. Asha’s cell was the closest, so she carried it over and announced herself with a knock on the door, though she didn’t wait for an answer.

“Hi,” she greeted into the dark.

A whimper was the only response she got at first. It was freezing in here. The shape on the bed moved.

“It’s okay, you can stay there,” she reassured while turning on the heater.

“What’s going on?”

Asha’s voice was trembling, as she shivered, big eyes peering at Elaina from under the blankets.

“Nothing to worry about, it should get a bit warmer soon,”

To check, she held a hand in front of the heater, feeling the plastic cover warm slowly. Definitely a worse model than the ones she had in her room, but way better than nothing. She sighed in relief.

“Try to sleep, alright?”

“… Okay,”

Then she left to get the other two. One in each hand, she made it to Nick’s cell, once again knocking, before pushing open the door. He was quick on his feet, doing his best to look threatening. He was not successful in that endeavor, wrapped in his blankets.

“Leave me the fuck alone, you fucking bitch!”

“I will, relax,”

He hastily tried to retreat, when she stepped inside, but his foot got caught in the blanket, sending him flat on his ass, with a startled cry. Elaina wasn’t deterred, setting up the heater close to his bed.

“Stay the fuck away! I’m warning you! If you touch me I-I...”

She rolled her eyes while turning on one of the two that she’d brought.

“It’s a heater, calm down,”

He did not calm down, but his aggression turned into the least of her worries fast. There was the sound of a door. Did the locks fail as well? She left the second heater behind with the flailing, cursing man, to investigate. Cain stood two doors down, having just opened Luke’s cell.

“Did you miss me boy?” he growled with a predatory smile on his face, just loud enough for her to hear.

There was no time to come up with a better plan.

“Cain! Didn’t expect to see you here,”

It brought her great delight to see him startle at her sudden appearance.

“Ah. Eva. You’re here,”

The smile fell off his face. Oh, he was pissed. Apparently she foiled some plans yet again.

“I am,” she answered, squeezing past him into Luke’s cell, trying to position herself between the two men.

Her eyes landed on Luke for only a second, before she turned to face Cain again, who’d followed her inside. His sour expression didn’t escape her.

“What are you doing here, sweetheart?”

She raised her eyebrows at the question.

“What do you mean? This is my tract,”

“Yeah, yeah, but at this hour? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?”

“Getting myself a bed warmer,”

She herself was surprised, that she found a fitting answer this quickly. A perfect excuse to get Luke out of Cains reach and keep him there, at least for the night. She snapped her fingers at the shaking, huddled up figure on the bed and he got up, timidly shuffling closer to her while staying as far away from Cain as possible.

“What about you Cain? Why are you in my tract?”

He evidently didn’t have an answer, hemming and hawing.

“The heating is down,” he finally stammered.

“Yes,”

Elaina didn’t break eye contact, staring at him, letting him squirm, while he flailed for an excuse, like a fish on land.

“I was… I came her to tell you where the heaters are at,”

“That’s very nice of you,” she said with the brightest smile she could muster: “but I have it covered. Don’t you worry about me, I’m a big girl,”

He stood there in the door, and for the first time since she met him he was unsure what to do, with no clever or threatening comeback on his lips. She was far from as incompetent as he was trying to make her out to be, to her father.

“Can I help you with anything?” she prompted after a long moment of silence.

“No,”

He abruptly turned on his heel and left without another word. A shaky breath left her. She hadn’t even noticed the tension in her body. Elaina turned to Luke, who had retreated into the far corner of the room, terrified eyes on her, jaw clenched.

“Well, that was a close one,”

She laughed nervously, running a hand across her face.

“Come on, let’s go,” she gestured him up with her head and crossed towards the door.

He didn’t follow, rooted to the spot, shivering. Was he trying to be defiant again? Well there were definitely worse times for that, but the cold started to slowly creep through her jacked, her fingers already getting numb, and she was so tired. Plus, she didn’t want him to freeze either.

“Luke, come on,”

He shook his head, not moving, lips pressed together. Elaina walked back to Luke and he flinched away from her, when she reached out to take him by the arm.

“Don’t touch me!”

She heard the unfallen tears in his voice. She didn’t reach out again.

“Hey. We can talk about whatever is going on, but first we need to get somewhere warm,”

He shook his head ones again, shrinking back even further.

“This is not up for discussion. It’s freezing and Cain is still lingering around here somewhere. You either walk there with me, or I will get you there by any means necessary,”

That was harsh, she knew that, but she was so tired, in addition to being on edge after that talk with first her father and now Cain. Luke caved fast, not ready to find out the consequences of angering her. She assumed he was hesitant, because of how recent that last shoot was. His gait was still stiff with the ache between his legs. It was visible, when he finally started following her.

A film of sweat shined on his skin in the dimmed light, even in these temperatures. That wasn’t good, he needed to get warm fast. They walked the halls in silence, his bare feet patting on the naked concrete. He got slower once they left her tract, the distance between them increasing. Rounding the last corner, he stopped, when he saw several armed guards walking towards them. She had enough and grabbed onto him, to drag him along the rest of the way. There was the door. Luke looked like a ghost, with pale lips, and a few solitary tears silently running down his face.

She led him through the door by his arm. His skin was cold to the touch. He didn’t have the advantage of decent clothing, and with the temperatures dropping gradually, he must’ve been freezing for a while. She wondered if he was thinking back to the time he’d tried to run, if some of the shivers were from remembering that. Her room was already so much warmer than the hallways and her casts tract. The two space heaters worked wonders, way better quality than the ones her cast was provided.

She bit her lip in thought, before making a decision. Between the two of them, the thick covers on her bed, and a space heater, they would have enough warmth, they didn’t really need the second one. They could make do.

“Get in bed,” she ordered Luke, pushing him towards it, while she turned off one heater to pick up.

“NO! I…, sorry. Can-”

“I said, get in bed. I’ll be back in a few minutes. We can talk later,”

She closed the door behind her to not let the warmth escape too fast and braced for the chill of the unheated concrete walls again, pulling her jacket over her chin. The distance got longer each time she walked it, she was sure of that. At least her hands defrosted a bit, while she carried the still warm heater. Elaina grew surer in her decision, the longer she spent out in the hallways. Asha was such a small person, she’d lose heat so fast, she needed this heater.

Nick would keep the third one she’d originally planned to give to Luke. It was already in his room after all. Asha’s breath skipped, when she entered again. Not asleep. Would have surprised her if she was, her shivering was basically audible.

“Please help,” the girl whispered.

“I’m so cold,”

A wave of sadness hit her. She didn’t exactly know what caused it, but suddenly she was fighting tears.

“Yes, I will. I have another heater for you. Right here, see? We’re gonna warm you up,”

She positioned it as close to Asha’s bed as she could without it being a fire hazard, and turned the heat to maximum. It hummed to life, tendrils of warm air making it to Asha’s face, and she sighed.

“I’ll be back in the morning,”

She made a stop at Nick’s cell next, not trusting him to figure out how to turn on the second heater on his own. Immediately he attempted to get out of bed again. She was annoyed. Annoyed and tired and fucking cold.

“If you don’t stay in bed, I will tie you down!” she hissed.

“Don’t- don’t touch me! I swear to God, or I’ll… You’re a fucking monster! You’re a psychopath! Why are you doing this? You’re sick!”

“Yes, yes, I know. Now shut up and go to sleep!”

She didn’t listen to any of the other insults or threats he threw her way, from under the blankets. Instead she powered on the last of the heaters, and made her way to the warmth of her room as fast as possible.

Her fingers had gone numb again with cold, when she finally made it back. Blissful warmth surrounded her inside and she took off her jacket and kicked off her shoes. Turning towards the bed, her eyes fell to Luke sitting on the edge, on the covers, arms wrapped around himself and she froze. The man still shivered with cold, why wasn’t he under the covers?!

“What are you doing?! Why are you not in bed?”

“I-I’m sorry. I… I didn’t know… h-how you want me?”

What? Her mind was working way too slow trying to decipher, what he was implying. So she just stared in confusion. Thankfully he filled the silence and the holes in her understanding.

“Please don’t. I-I can’t, not so soon, I… It still hurts! Please!”

He seemed to interpret her silence the wrong way.

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it, I shouldn’t have said it. Please don’t! I don’t hate you, please! I’m sorry!”

Oh no.

“That’s what you think this is about?” she asked with a meek voice.

The terror on his face grew, when he realized he’d misread the situation and the tiny bit of control he thought he had by knowing the cause, slipped away. He deflated, when his attempt at convincing her to not do whatever he was expecting, failed. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he tried to appease her with a different tactic.

“’m sorry. I-I won’t fight, just- please don’t tie me up! I’ll do what you want, I’ll play along, but… just please don’t make it hurt,”

Oh God. Did she have the energy to have this discussion right now? Probably not, but she kind of needed him to understand what was happening, so they’d both make it through the night, hopefully with at least some sleep. She sighed took a step towards him and crouched down, so he didn’t need to look up at her, making herself smaller.

“Listen: This here has nothing to do with what happened after that shoot. I’m not ‘punishing’ you, alright?”

He was silent for a moment, before he repeated: “I won’t fight. Please!”

Okay, another try.

“Hey,” she looked up at him with an earnest expression: “Nothing’s gonna happen to you,”

“But… you’re angry at me,”

Her forehead creased.

“I’m not angry. And you don’t need to apologize for hating me. It’s perfectly reasonable for you to hate me, I mean, it would be hard not to,”

He still looked unconvinced by that.

“It doesn’t matter, alright? It doesn’t change anything. You may hate me, but I don’t hate you. I will never take any anger out on you.”

Elaina forced a pained smile onto her face, trying to hide all the hurt.

“Now, get under the covers, you’re freezing,”

Luke complied, but the dread didn’t leave his features.

“This is just a very temporary sleeping arrangement,” she continued.

“I’m not going to touch you like that. We’re just going to sleep next to each other, so we both don’t freeze,”

She slipped under the blanket with him, very careful to not let their body’s touch as best as she could. The blanket was just wide enough to cover them both, and the edge of the mattress dipped dangerously under her weight, threatening to spill her over the side. Lying on her back, Elaina closed her eyes and deepened her breathing, to force sleep to come faster.

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Her nose was cold, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The mass of heat next to her warmed her, the steady breath comforting. So peaceful. She’d woken up before him. Luke had moved in his sleep, had curled up towards her, towards the source of warmth her body provided. His head rested heavy on her shoulder, its crown tucked against her chin, hair tickling her jaw.

One of his arms was draped across her stomach, and Elaina tried to breath as calm as possible to not wake him. She was smiling. This felt so nice, to have that closeness without it being forced (completely). Chances were this would never happen again, but right now this moment was perfect. It warmed her from the inside, the feeling spreading out from her chest into her limbs. It was almost foreign, to feel… happy.

She gently ran a hand over his back, up and down, in a soothing motion, breathing in his scent. He smelled nice. Warm. He would never be this close to her voluntarily if he was awake, so she needed to enjoy it while it lasted. Was that wrong? To stay like this, to take advantage of it, even though she knew he would hate every second of it were he awake?

It was too early to think of moral dilemmas like that, so she just continued running her hand up and down, feeling the soft cotton under her fingertips, the rhythmic expanding of his rib cage. Elaina liked him, there was no denying that any more. She liked him even though she’d tried not to. It was no use, she melted every time he almost smiled, felt so warm in those rare moments, when he looked at her without fear.

It was torture to even think about hurting him. He was so kind, and soft, and quiet, and she wanted nothing more, than for him to go home, even if that meant being completely alone again. It was easier with Nick. With him there was something to push against, because he fought, but Luke just yielded. She hoped Nick’s fight wouldn’t run out too quick.

She had no idea what time it was, her alarm clock had fallen victim to the power conservation efforts, but she couldn’t find it in her to care. It wasn’t like she needed to be somewhere, this was the best she’d felt in months, and she was glad that Luke was getting some rest.

He seemed to not be sleeping too well, according to the ever deepening bags under his eyes. There was no way she would try to wake him, she wanted this moment to last forever, or at least as long as possible. But all too soon he started to stir, inching closer to consciousness by the minute. Her fingers still trailed along his back, steady and slow, brushing along his spine.

She felt the moment he woke up and oriented himself. He didn’t immediately retreat from the position he was in, but a jolt ran through his body, muscles tensing, frozen in place, breath coming faster. Elaina stilled her movement.

“Good morning,” she murmured into his hair, voice soft, to not scare him.

“Did you sleep well?”

His breathing stopped completely at the question. She could feel his heart hammering against her side. Oh boy, so much for not scaring him. But still he didn’t pull away from her, didn’t detangle himself from this intimate embrace, even though she wasn’t holding him there. Probably too scared to do so. Stiff as a board he laid pressed against her, petrified.

“You can get up if you want,” she offered, trying to reduce his panic.

So very careful, he first lifted the arm that had been draped across her stomach, then quickly sat up to get a bit of distance between them. The blanket was pulled up with him, removing that layer from her body, giving the still quite chilly air, access to her. Elaina’s arm had fallen asleep from the weight of his head, but it didn’t stop her from rolling out of bed, to grab her jacket.

He still looked somewhat disoriented, as if he didn’t remember what happened and how he got here. That didn’t help his anxiety. His eyes flickered all over the room, looking for apparent danger, of clues of what was to come. Then he looked down at himself, seeing his clothing still intact and in place, and his shoulders lowered a bit.

“What happened?”

The adrenaline had woken him up immediately. He was alert, an edge in his voice.

“Nothing happened. Just sleeping,”

“You-you didn’t…?”

Oh. Oh, honey. Her face softened into something sad, the corners of her mouth straining upwards.

“No. No, I will never do that, if I don’t have to,”

Unless you’d want me to, she almost added, but that would be ridiculous.

Doubt shimmered in those pretty blue eyes. Well, it wasn’t like her track record worked in her favor.

“You don’t… want to?”

“No,” she slowly went back over to the bed and sat down on the edge, with her back to him.

“I don’t want to hurt you in any way. And I promise, that whenever I’m forced to, I will try to do the bare minimum,”

Elaina glanced over at him. He seemed in deep thought, the covers tightly wrapped around him. A sigh passed her lips.

“I don’t want to be here any more than you,”

The silence stretched and she could almost sense the active thought process, but it wasn’t as tense anymore. It was nice, that he was so quick to believe her. She was earning his trust, one kept word at a time.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked.

He had moved to sit beside her, although a good distance away, and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“Of course,” she cocked her head.

“How did you end up here?”

Ah. That question. The one she asked herself every day, since she got here. For some reason it took her quite a long time to answer, mouth drying up, staring at the rug on the floor. Why, she didn’t know, it was a simple question, she had an answer. He’d already taken a breath to probably start apologizing, when she finally collected her thoughts enough to respond.

“The main asshole happens to be my father,”

A bitter laugh bubbled up in her chest. It was still so absurd to admit that.

“Lucky me! A couple years ago he apparently decided, that he wanted a successor. An heir. Someone to inherit the throne of the business. He didn’t really know I existed at that point, but he was searching, in case one of his encounters had spawned a child. He’d never be patient enough to actually raise a child, it would take too long for them to start becoming useful, so he was happy my mom did all the work for him,”

Elaina’s vision started to swim, croaking out the next part.

“My mom was one of his victims, from before he started this facility. I mean, he was always a bad guy. Assaulted her, beat her, and then he left her for dead. But she survived, I don’t know how, I’ve seen the report. She should’ve died. But she didn’t and then she was stuck with me. She cried a lot. Drank a lot. Was on so many medications. And she painted. She was very good at that,”

The corners of her mouth tugged up at the memory. She sniffled.

“I remember, that we moved a lot when I was younger. I guess she was scared he’d find her again. And she was right, he did. I don’t know how, but one night he was there,”

It was unfair, that she remembered that night so vividly, but the memory of her mothers face continued losing its details with every month that passed. It had rained that night, she remembered the smell of wet pavement. It had been relatively warm for that time of year and she was at home reading when the commotion started in the living room.

Her mothers blood curdling scream was cut off with a thump. Before she could think, Elaina had torn open the door of her room, with no thought lost to her own safety. Her mom was in danger! She hadn’t even thought of calling the police. That’s when she’d first seen him. Armed, standing over her mothers unconscious body. He looked up at the sound of the door, seeing her standing there in her pajamas. And then he smiled.

Even thinking about that moment made her skin crawl. But he didn’t smile in the way she would have expected him to. His entire face read of pure delight at seeing her. “Sveika meita,” he’d said, and of course she hadn’t understood, hadn’t known that he was calling her “daughter”. “Come closer, brangioji, I want to take a look at you,” he’d said.

Her legs had moved without her realizing, stepping closer, wide eyes still on her mom. That delighted grin never left his face. He cupped her head with his hands, patted her hair, and pressed a kiss to her forehead, taking in her features. To this day she didn’t know, why she’d let that happen, why she didn’t react. What she did know, was that she would never forget the way her moms body jolted with the impact of the three bullets he put into her.

“He killed her right in front of me. Said I could either come with him or join her. I was too scared to die then. I don’t know how he found us,”

Elaina hadn’t noticed the tears that started running down her face.

“I was happy before. My mom did her best raising me, even though I was a living reminder of what happened, and I had friends, and I was going to go to acting school and we’d move somewhere warm, so her joints wouldn’t hurt so much anymore,”

Now she was full on crying.

“As long as I play the part of the perfect little daughter I’m fine, but if I fuck up, if I say the wrong thing, or if he grows tired of me, or even if he one day decides that training me up as his successor is too much trouble, I’m done for. He’ll drop me in an instant. If I can’t play the part of devoted daughter, I’m gonna end up in the same position as every cast member, if not worse. Cain would eat me alive if that happened, he’s just itching for that opportunity,”

Just when she thought she had her emotions in check again, she caught a glimpse of Luke’s face. His horrified expression affirmed her emotions in a way she usually didn’t get to experience and suddenly she was a kid again, bawling her eyes out.

“I miss my mom,”

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Yay, some backstory :))), and my old enemy, dialogue

She could practically feel him shudder at that comment, his eyes closed, as her thumb slipped between his teeth. It was unfortunate that he already knew what was coming. The moment of realization would’ve been delicious. With her other hand she loosened his tie a bit, and opened the first two buttons of his dress shirt. Then the top buttons of her own blouse, exposing her bra.

“You must’ve heard terrible things about me,” she murmured, as she slowly opened his belt.

His entire body trembled, eyes squeezed shut so tightly, as if he hoped that when he opened them it would all have been a dream.

“I hear the rumors. I know what they say about me: I’m cruel, demanding, vindictive, a real bitch, when I don’t get what I want,”

Her free hand worked to open the button of his pants.

“And you know what? They’re right,”

The first whimper escaped him, as she palmed him over his pants. Her thumb was still in his mouth.

“And I haven’t been getting what I want, the last few days. But don’t worry. I can be nice too. Do you want me to be nice?”

She brushed her wet thumb over his lip, finally retreating. Their faces were so close, that she could feel his breath brush her lips as he nodded, eyes still firmly shut.

“Then you better do what I say,” she purred, before connecting their lips.

Her kiss was demanding and forward, nothing soft or gentle about it, an act to of hunger, nothing more. He gasped at the suddenness of it. The hand on the back of his neck, was less affectionate and more to hold him in place as the other still stroked his groin. She didn’t need air, the only thing that sustained her were his lips on hers, the sweetness of his taste. It made the failure of her team fade into the background. Eva maneuvered him until his ass bumped against the desk, pinning him in place. He tensed, his mouth stopped being pliant, and she broke the kiss, her hands wandering to his sternum, grabbing onto his shirt, before ripping it open with force.

Buttons bounced on the floor, but she didn’t pay any attention to them, instead focusing on the bare skin right in front of her. Luke had gripped onto the edge of the desk behind him, forcing himself to keep his hands out of the way, as his breathing picked up in panic. Eva pulled the bottom of his shirt out of his pants letting it hang loosely down his sides. His chest heaved with every breath taken and she caressed the smooth skin, feeling his heartbeat thunder under her fingers. She ran her hands along his sides, lightly scratching with her nails. Her touch slowly traveled lower and lower, until her fingertips disappeared underneath his waist band.

Another one of those sweet whimpers. It sent a prickling sensation from her core through her entire body. She forced herself not to rush, to take her time, to take him apart slowly, savoring every reaction. His grip on the table had turned almost cramp-like, trying his best to not fight back, to not resist, shoulders drawn up. But right now was still the easy part. She wondered how he’d react to more, and she couldn’t wait to find out.

She continued to plant kisses across the planes of his torso, while one hand worked itself further down his pants to find his dick. Her fingers wrapped around the soft shaft, working it to be somewhat hard, before retreating and setting both hands firmly on his hips. Her grip was almost bruising as she forcefully spun him around and pressed him to the desk with his front.

His hands laid flat on the desk for support as she reached around to grab his belt buckle, sliding the leather out in on swift motion. She doubled it, before cracking it down, right next to him on the tables edge. He yelped and jumped at the loud noise and the implication that she would hit him with it, but she let it fall to the floor after that short scare, she just wanted to get the adrenaline going. It had the desired effect on him, breaking down his controlled, stoic facade and the dam holding back his tears, letting them fall freely. He trembled even more now. His head had fallen forward, chin tucked into his chest, and his arms shook with fear.

She groped him further, having easy access to his ass now, squeezing, prodding, touching, as he shuddered, before she helped him take off shoes and socks. Next came the shirt. She peeled it from his arms and back, revealing the very faded cane marks. The camera would probably not be able to pick them up in this lighting. But she knew they were there, tracing a few of the lines with feather-light fingers. He took deep measured breaths to not start hyperventilating as the inevitable crept closer and closer. Then she pushed down his pants, making him step out of them before kicking them to the side, leaving him bare except for the loose tie that still hung around his neck, now more a leash.

His breathing got more audible with his tears and he flinched with every touch. A smack on his naked ass tore a startled scream from him and made him jump. She let him stew in that awful dread a bit longer, trailing her hands across his body, but always stopping just short of the most intimate areas. His hands stayed glued to the desk, even when he tried to twist away from the touch. There wasn’t anywhere to go, she had him pinned.

Eventually her hand snaked around to his front, finding his dick again, while she trailed kisses across his back. She was a woman of her word after all: she’d be nice as long as he did what she told him to. He squirmed under her touch, whimpering. The contact was far to light to bring any form of real satisfaction, it was just teasing him, making his unwanted arousal swell. When she stopped, he instinctively lifted a hand off the desk, to provide some relief. Another smack stopped him.

Finally, it was time for the strap-on. She pulled open the drawer and got it out, together with the lube, riding up her skirt to close the leather straps over it. He didn’t look, didn’t need to, he already knew what was coming, even though the teasing stimulation had taken his mind off of it for a few minutes. He shrunk before her, muscles tensing, breath picking up. She pressed it against his ass to let him feel the length, grinding into him a bit, before lathering it with lube.

“Bend over,”

“Please, please don’t,” he whispered, knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the desk.

That was the first time in a while that he spoke, voice fragile, barely audible.

“What was that?” she asked, sounding as innocent as she could.

“Did you say you don’t want to keep your job?”

Silence. He didn’t dare respond, understanding her warning.

“That’s what I thought. Now bend over!”

Slowly, as if trying to draw it out, he lowered himself to his forearms on the desk. Eva kicked his legs further apart, and he winced as his stomach hit the wood. She had to force herself not to cringe. This reminded her too much of Nick. One hand followed his spine from his ass to his shoulders, pushing just a bit.

“Lower!” she growled.

With a suppressed sob he obeyed, lowering himself further until he was flush with the table. He turned his head to the side, laying down on the wood, with his hands splayed out resting next to his head, legs trembling. Tears pooled on the polished surface, and his eyes went glassy as he tried to detach himself from his body. It didn’t work. The panic pulled him back when she lined herself up, breath coming faster and faster, before her dildo finally breached his ass.

“Fu-huck!” he yelled with gritted teeth.

He bucked, fists balled and forehead pressed to the table, his back drawing up in a hunch, as he tried to breath through the pain, hissing and grunting at the stretch. Dammit, she should’ve prepared him herself! He wasn’t sufficiently stretched and now there was no going back. Luke would have to endure. Slowly, he lowered himself back down, but his fists stayed closed, his forehead pressed to the table. She gave him time to adjust, occupying herself by playing with the hair at the back of his neck, turning his tie around to his back.

She waited a little longer until he managed to lay his hands flat again, before she started moving. The desk rocked back and forth with her thrusts, pens rattling in their holder, hips smacking against his ass. He groaned against the wood through a clenched jaw, eyes squeezed shut. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of his waist, not to hold him in place, he was keeping his word, not fighting her. It was just easier that way to hold the rhythm. This was warm-up. For now he could stay in that position and she wouldn’t pick up the pace just yet, staying consistent fucking into him.

He didn’t try too hard to stay silent, though his cries and groans were muffled behind a set jaw. His breathing adjusted to the rhythm of her thrusts, additionally every push against the desk pressed more sounds out of him. She grinned, delighted by his compliance. The pain was slowly subsiding, his body working to accommodate her dildo, accepting the stretch. She was glad, that his introduction to this had been slower, that he now had the chance to adapt.

Her hand connected hard with his ass, made him jump and scream. Then came the other side. She hit him a couple of times until the skin turned a lovely shade of red and he stopped reacting as much. Her palms were prickling from the impact. He had stopped sobbing at some point.

She scratched her nails along his back once more, leaving faint red streaks, before she wrapped his tie around her hand. He knew something was about to happen, when she ceased thrusting for a moment, but he still choked in surprise as she pulled on the red fabric. He pushed up to his hands to follow the pull, to relief the pressure on his neck, so nice and pliant for her. Eva kept up the tension, but didn’t pull hard, except for the time he lifted a hand to get the silk away from his throat. Luke got the memo and lowered his hand back to the desk with rasping breath after that.

“You’re such a good fuck toy for me. Such a perfect little stress ball,” she praised with heavy breath, as she picked up her rhythm once again, pulling just a little tighter, so he felt every impact of her slamming into him on his throat.

This was her stress relief, helped her regain her composure and to get the anger at the lost deal out of her system. Elaina definitely preferred working out to this. His noises had mostly stopped, cut off by the fabric wrapped around his throat. That was unfortunate. Only little squeaks managed to escape his open mouth. Looked like she wouldn’t keep using the tie for much longer, she wanted his sounds after all. She let the knot slip open, and he dropped down to his elbows, greedily sucking in air.

“Up!”

She tugged on his hair, waiting for him to comply, not pulling hard enough to hurt. Once again he pushed himself up, straightening his shaking arms. She wanted him closer, wanted to feel the warmth of his skin against her torso. Slowly, she made him arch his back, until his hands barely reached the desk anymore. Only his fingertips still brushed against it, and he struggled to keep his balance as she fucked him while standing.

Her arms wrapped around his chest, almost like an embrace, and she buried her nose in his hair, closing her eyes, as she picked up the pace once more. His cries grew louder with it, the new position allowing for a different angle, one that brought more reaction. An especially sharp thrust made him scream. She smiled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“That’s it pretty boy, let the whole office know what a good little slut you are. Fuck, you’re being so good for me!”

His choked cries were heavy with the shame and humiliation and the continuous stimulation. One of his hands closed around her wrist, clammy, desperate, looking for something to hold onto. It hurt, his grip was strong and would certainly bruise her, but she didn’t care. He was so close to her, so very close, his heat warming her.

She was panting by now, decently out of breath, just like him breathing in rhythm. They’d gotten sweaty, the air feeling much warmer than when they’d started, thick with sweat, lust and sex. She dragged a hand over his body, feeling the tremble of his thigh muscles, the fluttering of his breath, his leaking dick, the soft layer of fat on his stomach. Balancing got harder for him, now that she wasn’t holding him upright anymore, he kept dropping forward.

He leaned his weight back onto his arms on the desk, but they were shaking in exhaustion. Soon they gave out and he sank down further. Eva let him, completely letting go of his torso and instead pulling one of his arms behind his back, pressing him to the desk top, holding him in place, before she picked up the pace once again. A hand found his, giving it a discreet, encouraging squeeze, while simultaneously offering him something to hold onto.

It’s almost over, she hoped to communicate with that. He took her up on that offer, squeezing back with desperation, squirming on the desk, while she pounded into him. Accidentally, he wiped a cup with pens and a notepad off the desk, as he grabbed onto the far edge, sending them clattering to the ground. She didn’t blame him. Luke just needed something to hold onto, while she rearranged his insides. It was very sweet that the man hadn’t actively tried to resist. Eva hadn’t expected it, had expected to need to hold him down more.

Maybe he was trying to prove to her, that he wouldn’t be any trouble, that she could trust him. She did trust him, that was the whole reason why he was not restrained in the first place. Luke wasn’t quiet this time, groaning, moaning, crying out, but he hadn’t tried to talk to her save for the beginning. No pleading, no bargaining. She didn’t know if she liked it. But in the end it wasn’t about what she liked anyway. She looked up and closed her eyes, mustering the last bit of energy she could to put a bit more behind her last thrusts, making him shudder, before she finally let her dildo slide out of him, and let herself fall back into her chair.

Luke stayed in place, with labored breath and face wet with previous tears. He’d long stopped crying. After a minute or so, he slowly slid off the table to his knees, leaning against the side of the drawers, at her feet. Eva really wanted a cigarette. She marveled at how pretty he looked completely fucked out, face wet with tears and drool, whole body shaking. Her little stress toy had done his job, the excitement and feeling of power still prickling through her veins and for a moment she was content to watch the aftermath, the result of their little exercise.

Then her eyes fell to the mess, the things that had been knocked off the desk and the white sticky substance dripping off the wood, and it brought her back to reality. The white hot anger was gone, now only a twinge of annoyance, but she still needed to start working on fixing the botched deal. Her break was over, and her pretty intern had fulfilled his purpose.

“Get out,”

His eyes were unfocused when he tried to pin the source of the order. Numb, far away, now that it was over.

“Go on. Out,”

Luke took a couple deep breaths before trying to get his shaking legs underneath him, holding onto the desk for support. Eva used the time it took him to do that, to get up and collect all the stray pieces of clothing, pressing it into his arms. He flinched, but didn’t move, confused at the sudden shift in tone, not remotely done processing what had just happened to him.

“I said get out! Clean yourself up and get back to work!”

She manhandled him towards the door and opened it for him. He hesitated to go out naked, before finally hobbling through. She slammed the door behind him and turned around to find a camera directly in her face. It was over.

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She only waited long enough to get her strap-on off, before hurrying to find Luke, walking around the fake wall. He still stood on the other side of the door, a death grip on his clothing and a wide eyed stare. He didn’t dare move, too many eyes on him from crew, some with their hands down their pants. He flinched violently, when she gently touched his shoulder, looking ready to bolt.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. It’s just me. You’re done. Breathe,”

He let out a shaky breath, clutching the bundle of fabric in his arms even tighter, mouth working on words that didn’t make it out. Elaina disappeared for a moment to find the thick robe she had prepared for this, draping it around his shoulders to cover him up, before uncurling his fingers from the clothes in his hands to put them aside.

“Come on, let’s sit you down for a moment. I’m going to get you some water,”

Luke let her lead him to a small sofa in the corner with no resistance, that she eased him down on. A few seconds later she had managed to procure a bottle of water. Luke sat in a very awkward position, leaned to the side. Of course, stupid! It wouldn’t be comfortable to sit down after...that. Elaina crouched in front of him and carefully tied his robe closed. Then she stayed there.

“Are you okay? Anything hurt?”

His eyes stayed locked onto nothing. He didn’t answer. With a warm washcloth she wiped his face, hoping to help guide him back to reality. His eyes flickered after she passed over them, to remove the tear stains, and he seemed to actually see something now.

“Hey,”

His eyes made her out as the source of noise, immediately filling with fear and fresh tears.

“Luke, are you okay?” she tried again, voice low and soft.

“I know it was painful at the start, but does anything hurt still?”

Again his mouth started forming words, but no sound emerged at first. She was patient, waiting for him to find his voice again, while the crew packed up behind her. They didn’t matter, nothing mattered, if he wasn’t fine. So she waited, breathing shallow to be as quiet as possible, to give him space to answer.

“I hate you,”

It was nothing more than a shaking whisper, but never before had words hurt her this much. Like scalding hot water, they burned her throat. Tears shot to her eyes, the area around her heart twisting and tearing and a painful lump settled in her throat. She tried her hardest to not let it show, her emotions were not something he needed to deal with right now. It shouldn’t be his burden to soothe her hurt ego, or whatever. This was entirely her problem, and he was more than justified in this feeling. But it still hurt. So much. It wasn’t like she had expected otherwise, but it was entirely different to have it confirmed.

She fought to keep her expression neutral, wouldn’t allow herself to start crying in front of him. How could she dare cry about hurt feelings after all the things she’d done?!

“I know,” she managed to press out, holding back her tears.

She studied his face, continuing to search for evidence of physical pain. All she could find was the vulnerable, scared boy, she’d seen while he was sick. No anger, not even hate, like she’d expected, just a miserable, broken man.

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I might rework it again sometime, bc I'm not completely happy with it, but in the meantime, enjoy!