("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Chaos - 3 by Cloivey (u_xsiteme@hotmail.com) *** (M+/MF, nc, rp, v, bd, tor) *** Chapter 9 Melissa barely looked up at me when I came out of the bedroom. "I’m so sorry," I muttered as I knelt down to hold her. I could feel the cool saliva from her breast rub off on me as I pulled her closer. Just holding her in my arms made me feel so good, a feeling that I had been longing for some time now. Just knowing that she was alive meant so much to me. "When will it end? When can we go home?" she asked looking up at me. My answer was cut short when a tall figure entered the door. "Ahhh, 27, the happy couple," he cooed. "We have but one problem," he added. "Mr. 27 has not earned his right to be with you Mrs. 27." Melissa gave me a puzzled look. Before I had a chance to speak, the man grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away from Melissa. "You must go back now!" he blurted. Melissa cried out for me, "No Brad! No! You can’t leave me again Brad!" she wailed. Just then three other guards appeared and roughly pulled me to the balcony. Once I was to my feet, one of the guards began leading me toward the exit by the arm. As I glanced back toward the room, I could see two of the guards disappear inside, as they closed the door, I could still hear Melissa hysterically calling my name. ** The ride back seemed much longer, as I sat and pondered my fate. How quick could I get back to her? Would these animals put me through my paces tonight, just as they had with the men I saw the night I was cleaning? As we pulled into our compound, the rain began to fall and I sped up my walk as the cool water pelted my body as I made my way though the front doors. I had forgotten how bad the place smelled as I entered. Again, my eyes struggled to adjust to the dimly lit facility. "In here 27," said a voice in a very matter of fact tone. As I turned, there was a gentleman I had never seen before, dark hair, a full beard, short slacks and a Hawaiian print shirt. His attire caught me completely off guard, who would dress like that in a place like this. As I veered toward the door, one of guards followed me in. "Sit," he said, motioning toward the stool in the middle of the room. "I would ask how your night went, but the dreadful gash across head seems to answer tell the tale," he mused. "How was Mrs. 27?" he asked. I could only glance up at him as he circled in front of me. "Hmmm, I see," he quizzically snorted. "Trust me my friend, she is doing better than some. She is a brave, proud woman, who evidently has learned the art of survival," he said as he sat in on a wooden bench in front of me. "She has learned what to do, how to act, and most importantly, what NOT to say. You see, your little Mrs. 27, though not the youngest, nor the prettiest in our lot, has learned to never say no." His words began to make the blood run hot through my veins as I thought of poor Melissa, alone again, without me to protect her. "Though I have yet to have the privilege, I hear her performance is quite extraordinary," he laughed while looking at the guard for approval. "To the point Mr. 27, tonight, you will have the chance to earn your way to be with her, and earning is what it is all about isn’t Mr. 27?" he asked as he stood. He then spoke to the guard, which I could not understand, but the guard then grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet. "Sartos is going to help you get ready for tonight," moving toward me. He brought his face close to mine. "You will go with him for nice shower and shave. Doesn’t that sound nice, a good hot shower after such a long night?" "Yes," I whispered. He then slowly moved his hand to my groin and took my flaccid cock and balls in his hand with a slight squeeze. I closed my eyes as I felt my stomach suck in. "Make sure this little devil is shaved clean as well, who knows, you may need it to help your plight. Take him!" he snorted as he gave my balls a firm squeeze. As the guard spun me around and led me toward the exit, the stranger cooed, "until tonight my good friend…until tonight." Chapter 10 Back in the van, I was now accompanied by two other prisoners. They too were dressed in the same dingy brown jumpsuit and tennis shoes that I had been issued by the guards after I bathed and shaved myself in front of them. They seemed to take delight in watching me struggle to shave my cock and balls, which I had never done before. A few comments were passed around with some chuckles, but luckily they did not make any advances toward me. We sat in the middle bench seat while two guards sat behind us and another drove. Unfortunately, we were also accompanied by the same floral shirt wearing bastard that had run the show at the Latorge and forced me suck his cock the day before. He never turned to look at any of us, carrying on a conversation in English and what sounded like German with the driver. We drove, for what seemed like an hour, in almost complete silence. As darkness fell on us, I wondered why we had seen no signs of civilization, no houses, no people, nothing. As we rounded a sharp turn, I could not believe my eyes, there was a city ahead of us! A real city, just like home. As we moved into the city, the streets were crowded with people, stop lights, neon signs, restaurants, everything! This could be my chance, this could be my chance to get the hell out of here, to jump out and run into the crowd and escape the hell I had been living for so many months. ‘Melissa’, I thought, 'How could I escape without her? What would happen to her the minute I bolted from the van?' Plus, I had no fucking idea where I was, who would I ask for help, how could I tell them were we were being held captive if I had no idea myself. I peered through the window as we moved through town, trying to notice any landmarks. The only thing that looked familiar was a McDonalds sign, the rest of the signs were foreign to me. How I wished I was bilingual so I would have some idea where we were. As we sat at a stoplight, the driver said something to the guards behind us as he pointed out the window. Looking in the direction he pointed, I saw a very lovely woman and a man walking down the sidewalk. He was smartly dressed and she wore a halter top and very tight mini skirt. A few cackles and comments came from the guards as we began to move forward. We took a sharp right and left the bright lights behind us. The alley was dark, with the exception of some neon lights in small windows. Eyes peered at us as we passed the small groups of people on the walkway. We had definitely entered a ‘non desirable’ area of the city. The van came to a stop out front of a dark brick building, there were no windows, just a small neon sign above a door. There was a line of people seemingly waiting to enter the building. As I tried to look past the door to the building when it opened, I could see nothing but colored lights, like you would see in a disco back home. "Rear?" asked the driver as the passenger looked out the window. "Aye," he replied pointing his finger forward. The van began to move forward and went the length of the building and made a right. Down the dark street the van came to a stop. The driver got out and knocked on a door while we sat in the glow of the cargo light. The dinging of the car key alarm apparently annoyed the Hawaiian shirt queer as he disgustedly reached over and pulled the keys from the ignition. A small ray of light emerged from the building as the door cracked open. After a moment, the guard walked back to the van and slid the door open. "Let’s go gents," snorted the passenger as he opened his door and stepped out. Stepping out of the van, we stood together as the guard and the man conversed. As they moved toward the door, we were nudged behind them by the guards. As we entered the door, we were in a gloomy hallway, like that of an old school or hospital. There was a group of men there waiting on us. "Twenty seven, forty six and seventy four," the man in flowered shirt said to the others. "Twenty seven here," came a voice from the crowd. As I was nudged toward him, the other numbers were called and the two men with me were led toward them. As I stood with the stranger and a guard, a few directions were given to the group before we were led off. The guard carried on small talk with the man leading us down the hall. There shoes echoed as we moved down the corridor. Near the end of the hall, the man opened a door and let me and the guard in. Inside the room, two other men sat on a couch watching television. They cast there eyes upward and smiled as we entered the room. The guide said something to the guard as he pointed toward a chair and left the room. The guard pointed toward the chair and told me to sit. The other two men talked briefly to the guard and one of them looked at me. "Sit quiet my friend," he said. "Would you like a drink or something?" he laughed. I nervously shook my head no and tried to focus my attention on the television. After a few nervous moments, the door opened and the man in the Hawaiian shirt entered the room. Closing the door behind him, he jovially blurted out "Brad my friend, how are you?" "Fine," I muttered looking up at him. "Good." Moving a chair toward me, he then spoke to the group of men. "Brad here would love to taste any of your dicks if you get bored tonight," he laughed. All of the men laughed except for one who looked confusingly at his comrade. His partner pointed at me and took his clinched hand and moved it back and forth in front of his open mouth. "AYE!" laughed the man as he now understood the situation. "Her to, her to," he cackled. "Aye, aye, very goot!" chortled another. I felt rage build up as I assumed they were talking about Melissa. "Now Brad," began the man as he pulled his chair in front of me. "After your little visit last night, you told me that you really wanted to be able to stay with your beautiful wife, did you not?" "Yes... yes I did," I answered. "Well, we are going to allow you the chance to earn that privilege tonight my friend." My heart raced as I thought of what he probably had in store for me. I thought of those poor men being used by strangers the night I was cleaning up. I wondered how long they would keep me in here, what would they make me do. "Go," he said to one of the men as he leaned his head toward a door adjoining our room. The man rose and headed toward the door. As he opened it and went inside, the man adjusted his chair toward the door and the others focused there attention there as well. He came back through the door leading Melissa! "We do have you a helper Brad," mused the man as Melissa came to a stop in the middle of the room. She had been completely made up, her hair was cleaned and brushed, she wore black thigh high stockings and a high heels. As he made her turn around for us, she wore a black thong and a bra that encased her large breasts but allowed her nipples and middle breasts to poke through. Her eyes were glassy as she looked shamefully at me. I could see her middle aged thighs trying to push through the top of the tight stockings. "Thank you men, you have done well," he complimented them. The other man rose and both of them exited the room. Now it was the guard, the queer, Melissa and me. "Melissa come sit on my lap dear, we have some items we need to clear up with Brad before it gets too late." As Melissa slowly moved toward him, he reached out and grabbed her hand and led her exposed bottom to his knee. "Ummm, you look wonderful," he mused as he ran his hands across her breasts and thighs. "I am tempted to be your first customer tonight," he laughed looking at me and the guard. I felt like a fire was burning inside me, but I knew better than to react. I tried to remain calm as he pawed Melissa, her eyes emotionlessly cast downward. "Let’s get straight business, as I have two other lucky couples I need to get started as well," he spoke. "This fine establishment is one that people from all walks of life come to for sexual release. They are good people for the most part, and best of all, they are paying people," smiling at me. "It is now 8:07 PM," looking down at his watch. "If, by 3:07 AM, Brad is able to give me $1000 cash, then you two will be happily reunited," proudly announced while shifting his glances from me to the downcast eyes of my lovely wife who had been made up to look like a whore. "If, unfortunately, you are unable to raise the money, I am sorry to say that I will have to have Brad tortured and killed in one of our little shows later this week." Melissa took a deep breath of astonishment and looked directly at me with fear in her eyes. I bit my lip and glared at the man. "Once Brad is gone, I have some very special plans for you my sweet little slut," he whispered to Melissa while running his hands up and down her arms. A tear ran down Melissa’s cheek as she turned her head from us. "Now, time is wasting," as snapped out of it and focused his eyes on me. "Brad, there are 14 other women in this building, including your two friends who have the same challenge. It is time for you to do some pricing for the evening," lifting Melissa up and turning toward a folder on the table. He pulled out an 8’x10 sheet of white paper. "Unfortunately, we have quite a communication gap in our little building here, but this little sheet, though crude, makes communication very easy." Melissa stood beside him as he handed me the sheet of paper and a marker. As I looked at the sheet, I could see three simple drawings, each with a line off to the right side. The first drawing was a large circle with three other circles drawn on the inside. The two small circles were clearly eyes and the larger circle evidently symbolized an open mouth. The item below it was a crude drawing of a woman with her legs spread. The last drawing was plainly a stick figure bending over with an arrow pointing toward the ass. "Brad, you need to put a price on each of these three items, I am sure you understand what they represent." He evidently took great joy in the bewildered look I gave him. "Time is running Brad! Do I have to spell it out, are that fuckin’ dumb?" he blurted. "What will it cost a man to have Melissa suck his cock, what will it cost him to fuck her, and what will it cost him to fuck her in that bouncy ass?" popping her bottom as he rose. "I will be back in a few minutes for the price sheet, you two love birds work it out while I go meet with our other two guests. Four minutes wasted Brad." I sat dumbfounded, Melissa covering her breasts and staring blankly at the floor. The guard stood amused by the door, obviously looking forward the discussion my wife and were being forced to have. To be continued... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 37