This is a one-off story. (Yea, I always say that, but this time I mean it!) It contains forced sex, rape, and other nasties so you have been warned. It also contains true love. Whyyyy I hear the 'hard-cores' cry. Because. I need no other reason.
Tess O'Meter -- Red. (For UK readers an EMT is a paramedic.)
-X
I step from the shower and dry my body under the watchful eyes of three guards.
It used to be two, but last week I had a slight meltdown which left one of my guards unconscious, the other with a broken nose, and it had taken four of them to subdue me.
Bathroom breaks are the only times I am unshackled. I don't know how long I've been here. More than four months, but less than a year. In all that time I have always been bound, handcuffed, or otherwise restrained.
That's how my mistress likes her sex slaves to be kept. Helpless and hopeless. Objects to be toyed with and used.
I can estimate the time only by the image that looks back at me from the foggy mirror. Body hard but pale, as I haven't seen sunlight since I arrived. They feed me vitamin D pills instead.
My hair, which normally grows slowly, is shaggy now. Falling into my eyes, curling around my ears and down my neck. It irritates me, but it gives them something to grip hold of when they are controlling me.
My hair and eyes are both light brown, but I don't make eye contact with myself in the mirror. I haven't in ages. Weeks, or even months.
It's not comfortable to witness despair in one's own eyes.
Dry now, I throw the towel down and stand as the guards approach. Relaxed and compliant as they re-secure my wrists behind my back.
I open my mouth for the pill, not even bothering to sigh, swallowing as a glass of water is held to my lips. I don't thank the guard for the water. They are a bunch of vicious lunatics. Violent men and women who came here and offered their services in return for access to drugs and prostitutes and who would like nothing more than to beat me to death.
We all stand and wait for the pill to work. I stare at the wall opposite. Seeing nothing. Feeling only my heart rate steadily increase and my cock harden as the medication takes effect.
This place is known as Lawless.
It used to be known as Durham Estates Riverside.
Approximately four city blocks square of tenements, hotels, private parks and play spaces. The river on one side, the huge city park on another and easy access to the rest of the city.
Now it is cut off from all but the gun runners, slave traders, drug pushers and self-elected rulers of all. No police, only the law enforcement of the chosen. No one gets in or out unless they have permission.
Ten years ago my prison was a world-famous hotel, where stars and celebrities were seen, wined and dined. Now the hotel is under the brutal control of my mistress and her gang of enforcers and hangers on.
The area is controlled and spilt between the five powers. Between them they deal with drink, drugs, food, sex, and enforcement. My mistress is the Queen of sex. Supplying, selling, and providing services to all.
The services are distributed throughout the city, and indeed the country. But here in Lawless we are trapped.
I had never given Lawless much thought.
Yes, it was a regular source of conversion. Another shooting. Another floater in the river. What is the world coming to? Why doesn't someone do something? Why doesn't someone deal with this scourge on our otherwise beautiful and mostly law-abiding city?
I had heard of kidnappings but thought them urban myths.
It certainly was not on my mind when I took my girlfriend to a beautiful viewpoint over the river.
The moon shone on the water. The breeze was warm. We sat on the hood of the car and ate hotdogs. We both tried to speak at the same time, but Candi let me go first and I lowered to my knee. Gazed up at the most beautiful girl in the world and asked her to be my wife.
"Yes," she whispered as I pushed the ring onto her finger. "Oh my God, yes, Lee. I'll marry you and,"
That was as far as she got before the first shot rang out.
There were four of them. Overconfident, which allowed me to plant my fist and disarm the first while shouting at Candi to get in the car. Start the car.
She did but it was hopeless for me. I was surrounded. I turned and screamed at Candi, "Drive, go, go, go." With tears streaming down her face and squealing tyres she did. I went down under their kicks and punches but stayed conscious long enough to see her safely away.
When I came round I was here.
-X
The guards shift slightly, and I pull back from my memories. My cock is hard now and leaking slightly. I'm ready for whatever is in store for me tonight.
I am walked down to one of the guestrooms. An area for special acquaintances of my mistress.
This might be good. I'm not in the mood to entertain my mistress. I find it irksome to say the least that I cannot put my hands around her neck and squeeze. But then we all have our frustrations in life don't we?
When I first arrived here I decided that I would stay fit, well and healthy to have the best chance of escape. That too became a frustration to me. There has been no chance.
But the hotel is close to the river on one side, so my plan is to reach the water. I'll still be bound of course but that is of little matter. The water will embrace me and that will be my freedom.
My heart sinks as we enter the room. I see my mistress and she is with her sister.
I have been used by her sister before. She's a twisted little thing and usually not alone. Perhaps tonight is my lucky night.
But no. The bathroom door opens and out walks a young man. He's naked and hard. I'm just over six feet so I would guess he's at least six four, maybe five and built like a line-backer. Good looking I suppose, if you like that sort of thing. Which I don't. And he's hung.
Shit!
Mistress walks to me as her sister, Kay, spreads herself on the bed. Pulling her young stud down and kissing him, "You be good for my sister now," she warns me, "You are on very thin ice."
"Yes, Mistress," I reply, watching Kay giggle and squirm under teasing hands.
Although I try to be stoic I know she's not the one he's here to fuck.
I start to tremble as I'm led to the bed. 'Stud' moves aside as my hands are untied and I am moved over Kay.
"Hello, Slave," she says, running her hands up my body like she owns me. Which she does right now. I don't reply. She doesn't need me to.
My wrists and ankles are secured in chains and cuffs hanging from the ceiling. I am chained face down on my hands and knees. I have enough freedom to move around the bed a little, but not to defend myself or escape.
My arms strain to hold my weight above her as I await my instructions. Her games are pretty simple. It's usually the same.
Sure enough, "This one is fun, Kane," she says to the guy who is now kneeling behind me. "He hates this so much."
"Well it's your enjoyment that's important, Kitten," he tells her, and she smirks.
"Come on," she says, giving my cock a rough tug, "Give it to me."
I lower myself and slide gently inside her. My heart races in my chest as her wet heat and tightness envelops me. I move slowly and she gasps as I find a rhythm. I know what she wants. The faster she gets it the faster I'm out of here.
"Let me see your face," she demands, and I raise onto my elbows, still thrusting into her. My eyes are fixed on the wall and I try to remain impassive, but when I feel large fingers and slippery lube at my hole she laughs in delight.
"Oh, don't sulk. Sulky face."
