She didn't mind having to do things to Ander. She just wished that they weren't forced into the situation. But she was feeling more and more attached to him every hour they were in this situation, even when they didn't agree on things. He was her fellow captive, her safe harbor.
Leaning forward, she felt Fox's hands on her hips, keeping her ass high in the air. Dragging her tongue along Ander's cock, she could feel it stiffen under her tongue. She curled her tongue around the head, teasing the fat crown, trying to distract herself from the dip of the bed as Fox came up behind her. His legs were on the outside of hers, keeping hers trapped between his.
She stiffened, wary and anxious as he twisted the plug
"Emilia..." Ella whispered. "Emilia..."The petite blonde looked over at her with a worried expression. For once she wasn't glued to Jackson's side and Ella had decided to take the opportunity. Ander was still doing laps in the pool, slowly but steadily, even though she'd heard his stomach growling like mad this morning. Both she and Emilia had been given breakfast, but Ander hadn't and he hadn't been given the chance to earn some. Going by the grim expression on his face, Ella was pretty sure she knew what his answer to Fox was going to be at lunch. She couldn't imagine how he was still going... and she didn't know whether it was pride, stupidity, or bravery that was driving him."What?" Emilia whispered back, after an anxious glance over at Jackson. He was talking with two of the guards, about fifty feet away from them."Are you allowed to talk to us?"Another little worried glance over at Jackson. "I don't know... he hasn't told me not to."Feeling more reassured, Ella scooted over
Food. All he could think about was food. Ella had tried to talk to him about her conversation with Emilia, but he couldn't focus on it. His body was aching. Working out with the anticipation of food, rather than reality, had been stupid. But what else was he supposed to do? Sit around and think about his upcoming surrender.Even though he tried to tell himself that it wasn't a surrender, which was still what he felt like it was.But his desire to eat, the gnawing emptiness in his stomach, and the hazy way his brain was working made eating a priority. He knew he wouldn't be able to go another day. Hell, he didn't know if he'd make it to dinner at this rate; even after his slow, lazy laps in the pool, his muscles felt so weak that for one awful moment he'd thought the soldiers might need to help support him.The only thing saving him was the fact that no one was denying him water. But that had stopped helping the emptiness yesterday.As they came into the main room, Ander looked up at t
Ella approached Fox, who was sitting down at his table. He didn't even look at her, just snapped his fingers and pointed at a spot on the floor next to his chair. There was already a cushion sitting there, waiting for her. Keeping her head down, not wanting to look at anyone, Ella knelt on top of it. As if she was an actual Pet, Fox immediately reached out and began to stroke her hair, talking with the man sitting to his left. Ella tried not to let herself feel as though the motions were in any way soothing. Even though he treated her almost gently at times, she had to remind herself that he could be incredibly brutal as well. Not just in his actions, but because he could pass her off to anyone at any time. Just the thought made her shiver. More than one man and woman who came up to speak with Fox gave her a lascivious look as he petted and fed her from his plate. She just stayed quiet and tried to fade into the background, which is where most people seemed to relegate her. Being si
Pacing back and forth around the room, Ander counted his steps. Twenty-six along the side with the door and the side opposite, thirty-five along the perpendicular walls. Well, if he didn't count having to walk around the bed. He wasn't quite sure how many times he'd re-Chased the path at this point.After eating all of his broth, which had made his shrunken stomach stand up and take notice, he'd eventually been brought a small meal of rice, flavored with some kind of light creamy sauce, carrots, and very bland chicken. It had tasted like heaven. Anything heavier or stronger flavored and he had a feeling he'd have thrown it all up.Once he'd eaten, he'd napped. And he'd awoken with a surfeit of energy and anxiety. Ella still hadn't returned to the room and his imagination was working overtime; almost as if now that his mind had turned back on, it was overloaded. He inspected every inch of the walls, including the one where they knew the television screen was, and yet couldn't find anyt
Ella's body throbbed around him again and this time Ander went off like a rocket. The cock ring made it harder for him to cum, or he probably would have gone off the second he'd pushed into Ella's pussy, but when he did finally cum it was incredibly intense. He could feel the jets of liquid streaming out of him, taking his energy, all his pent-up anxiety, and tension, along with it.Groaning, he lay himself out over her body, his knees too weak to hold himself in the standing position anymore. She was shuddering and clenching beneath him, milking his cock, her fingers massaging little circles on the back of his shoulders."Fuck..." he said hoarsely. Her crazed passion had been exciting... but...Her hips rolled again and she shivered, he could feel the fine tremors going through her body."Again," she whispered, her voice husky."I can't."Ander rolled away, crawling fully onto the bed. His cock was wet with their combined juices, and he just needed a few minutes to catch his breath.
Everything was back to normal in the morning. Including Ander's cock. Whatever was in the cream the soldier had rubbed onto him had worked miracles. He noticed that Ella was moving easier too as if she was barely sore anymore.They were given their breakfast and then taken to exercise. Now that he was eating again, he felt much more energized. Ella told him everything that she'd talked with Emilia about the day before. Now he just had to figure out which was the North East side of the compound and where the entrance there was located. And if there were other ways to get in and out of the compound. He figured there had to be.Now that his brain felt like it was working again, he'd woken up with a flurry of new thoughts. Most of them were based on movies that he'd seen, unfortunately, but he had to stop thinking like he usually did. Had to stop making assumptions about the place they were living. Now, even though they were outside, he didn't trust that there weren't listening devices pl
When they were led back into Fox's lair, as Ander darkly thought of it, he didn't know what to expect. It was lunch time, but would they be required to earn their meal? They hadn't yesterday and look how that had turned out. Ella still seemed uncomfortable around him, which he understood but it still grated on him again.They were both still adapting to being completely out of control of their lives. He had to admit, she was already working better within the framework of their new reality than he was. Submitting to someone else was not natural for him and he had to fight his instincts, had to stop and second guess his reactions. But if he could imitate Ella, could lull them all into thinking that he was beaten, that he had accepted what was happening to them...Perhaps.Besides, he'd come to realize that Fox didn't get off on just having him and Ella as prisoners. He got off on Ander's resistance to everything more than he did on toying with them physically. Maybe if Ander acted beate
Ella was a selfish bitch. And she knew it.Ander's body was hovering over her, protecting her, and she knew it was at a cost to himself. She could feel the tense line of his legs against hers, see the trembling of his wrists on either side of her, feel the way his cock twitched inside of her, and hear his groan. From their words, Ella knew that Fox was fucking Ander, raping his ass again.And Ander was holding himself in position for it, straining to resist doing the same to her. Because he didn't want to hurt her.She hated herself for hoping he could withstand Fox's assault. After all, if he was being raped, hurt, and she wasn't - because of his efforts - that was shameful. Selfish.Wrong.But if he didn't... then she'd be protected. Strangely, she believed Fox when he said that he would allow her to remain an anal virgin, with a cock never having penetrated her ass deeper than Ander's currently was.It hurt in the strangest way, making her hole throb. Nothing like the butt plug, be