Run First, Then Hide
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Proserpina
Disclaimer: I don’t own or affiliate with any WWE wrestlers (though I wish I did…), but Jaymie, Louisa, Cynthia, Megan, Chrystal, Gina and Alex are all original characters created by me and my perverse little imagination! Remarks, attitudes and or any (p)references to the personalities and lifestyles that I may have slapped on some of the wrestlers in this story are completely made up by me. I don’t presume to know what they may or may not do in their spare time. Any lyrics in this story are used without permission. This is purely fiction, I have no money… Please don’t sue me!
Note: Inspired by the novels, “Kiss the Girls” and “Misery”
Chapter 1 - The Chase
Run.
Gotta run. Gotta go . . . Oh, he’s coming . . . He’s closer, faster... Much faster than I thought. An alleyway . . . Do I take it? Do I dare? Yes. Hurry. Sweet Jesus . . . He’s hungry, so hungry. Hungry for me.
Why though? God help me I’m so tired. Can’t slow down, maybe I’ll lose him"
"Jaymie! Jaayyymeee!"
Oh God. He’s calling me. Don’t look back. Don’t turn around. Just run. Keep running! Oh my lungs are gonna burst!
The terrified Jaymie finally exited the dark, damp alley and right into street traffic. Nimble and quick as she was, she still couldn’t dodge the powerful SUV nor could it avoid her.
Screech of tires. Thud of her body’s impact. Sounds of honking, screaming, filling the air.
Jaymie felt a sickening thud and lost the battle for consciousness as her body flew through the air. Luckily she wasn’t awake for the fall to the ground, but it would’ve been in her best interest if she were awake for what happened next.
Jaymie’s pursuer stepped out into the street. Nonplused by what he just witnessed, but silently thankful for his luck. The girl he’d been lusting after for months, for years was right there. Not as pretty now, but his for the taking. Quickly he walked over to where she’d fallen. Her t-shirt was damp with sweat and a few drops of blood dribbled from between her parted lips. Still beautiful, though sprawled out in the street.
Totally ignoring the bustling onlookers and motorists, he very calmly picked the young girl up and disappeared into the alleyway from whence they both came.
Chapter 2 - Pets
After the kidnapper and his friend successfully raided a nearby clinic (they didn’t have to rich as they were, this was purely for kicks), they headed back to their secluded hideaway home. They were like small children, in hopes that their new toy could be fixed.
Jaymie.
The kidnapper had brought her home a day earlier and commanded the household ‘Pet’ to care for her. Their Pet was named Chrystal and was kidnapped 2 years prior to Jaymie. She was 20 years old, a tall blond, very slim and very pretty. She had ocean blue eyes and that was what had been the deciding factor in whether or not the ‘owners’ would pursue her those couple of years ago.
Right now Chrystal was standing watch over Jaymie. Ordered to do so, of course, but at the prospect of not being the only female captive brought a feeling of kinship to the new comer. Chrystal smiled a little and hummed as she checked Jaymie’s head for swelling. A slight knot on her forehead, nothing serious. She then checked the bandages on her patient’s abdomen. They were good. Poor Jaymie had suffered approximately 3 bruised maybe cracked ribs in the accident the day before.
Chrystal clicked her tongue, sat down next to the bed and stared at the new girl. "Honey are you in for the shock of your life when you wake up."
Chapter 3 - Owners
Safe in their black Harley Davidson truck the kidnapper removed his ski mask and smiled widely at his accomplice in the passenger seat. The clinic robbery had been successful.
"We did it man! She should be better in no time."
The man in the passenger seat gave a crooked grin. "I hope so. I’m so pumped; can’t wait for her to wake up. I just wished you hadn’t chased her out into traffic Sean. She could’ve died. And now we have to wait a while before we can play with her."
Sean put the truck in drive and took off down the street. As he came to the onramp to the highway his accomplice held the wheel while he lit a cigarette. Sean exhaled a plume of smoke out the window and glanced at his partner. "Sorry Cena, I really am. But she bolted! I chased her for over 6 blocks! I mean damn our Jaymie can run!"
Cena frowned hard. "You stupid fuck. Why didn’t you just drug her food like I told you to?"
"Because I like the chase. Man oh man; the chase. The fear on her face, her panicked screams" My dick was so fucking hard . . . I don’t know how I managed to keep up with her."
Cena stared down at his partners lap and laughed. "The memory’s enough to get it up huh?" And the accomplice reached over and firmly cupped the rock hard bulge in Sean’s jeans.
The truck swerved and Sean dropped his cigarette out the window. Regaining control he shot his passenger a look. "Dude, you’re like my brother; you gotta stop doing shit like that. I don’t want to have to kick your ass."
Cena made a face. "Agh, I’m not your brother though. Now that’s just fucking nasty." At this they both laughed.
"If you really feel like getting touchy-feely you can play with Chrystal when we get home."
Chapter 4 - Introductions
"Oh the pain . . . My head . . . What happened? Where am I? Ugh, it hurts!
Jaymie opened her eyes and tried hard to focus. She was hurting so badly. Her vision swam in and out till she finally got a fix on a somewhat serious looking girl staring down at her.
"Can you hear me?" the girl asked. "Can you tell me your name?"
"My name? It’s . . . It’s Jaymie."
The girl nodded. "I thought so. They’ve said your name several times before. My name is Chrystal."
Jaymie’s throat was dry and her next words came out as a harsh whisper. "Hi . . . Chrystal"
"Does it hurt bad?" concern marred Chrystal’s beautiful features.
"Uh-huh."
Chrystal sighed, now looking apologetic. "I’m sorry. But they aren’t back yet. They went somewhere to get you some things. Maybe raided your apartment too. Don’t worry though, they should be back soon."
Confused Jaymie had to ask, "Who are they?"
"The guys who’ve been stalking you for the past year and a half. You belong to them now, just as I do."
At this Jaymie sat straight up, only to gasp at the pain in her side and sank back down among the pillows, breathing hard. "I’ve been kidnapped?" she whimpered. "He actually nabbed me in front of dozens of people?"
"That was probably Sean. He likes for you to know he’s watching you." Chrystal smoothed Jaymie’s hair back away from her face and then dried the beginnings of her tears. "You ran from him didn’t you?"
"Yeah. I was on the track team throughout high school, so I naturally assumed I’d lose him. Humph. Maybe I should’ve jumped hurdles instead. I got hit buy a Jeep Cherokee."
"No way! They must really want you girl!"
"Who is they? You’ve only told me one name," acknowledged Jaymie, shivering a bit.
"The other guy is John. He’d rather watch you when you’re not aware he’s there. Sort of like voyeurism. So he’s probably followed you for a while too and you just didn’t know he was there. I’m going to warn you now that they are both certifiable," said Chrystal putting emphasis on every syllable in that last word. "Completely nuts. Just do as they say. Though . . . at times . . . that might not even be enough to save you."
This news was making Jaymie sick to her stomach. She had been stalked, not just by one guy, but two! What a nightmare! Jaymie tried to swallow but her tongue felt like cardboard. "They’re not here? Why . . . Haven’t you ever tried to escape?"
"Have I? Girl I tried everything I could think of and every stunt I’d ever seen on TV. When I actually did get outside the grounds they found me in less than three days and then tortured the hell out of me. It’s pretty hopeless."
Jaymie started to open her mouth but both girls heard footsteps approaching and froze.
Chapter 5 - Believe cause it’s true
Sean and Cena walked quietly into the bedroom they had since yesterday dubbed the sickroom. Chrystal was sitting in a chair next to Jaymie’s bed a frightened look on both their faces. Coming to a stop at the foot of the bed they decided to explain themselves (as best they could).
Sean spoke first. "Good evening Jaymie. Glad you’re finally awake babe. I’m going to cut right to the chase. You are ours now. No ifs and or buts about it. We know everything there is to know about you and if you try to leave we will find you and the escape will not go unpunished. My name is Sean O’Haire and you are to call me Sean. This handsome young man next to me is John Cena and you are to call him Cena.
Understand?"
Jaymie nodded.
"Good," said Cena. "We know you’re in pain and we’ve brought you a few things." Cena reached down and brought up several bottles of pain killers. "We know you’re allergic to Advil so we brought Tylenol 3 and Maximum Strength Motrin. You want the Tylenol right?"
Jaymie nodded again a little stunned this time.
O’Haire took the bottle from Cena and dumped one into his palm and then handed it to Chrystal. She gave it to Jaymie and handed her the water glass on the night stand. Jaymie swallowed it down gratefully and continued to drain the glass.
Cena gave a twisted grin. "That’s a good girl. We’ll take care of you. You just gotta do right by us."
O’Haire gave Chrystal a look and nodded his head towards the door. She got the hint and left but not before throwing a sympathetic glance Jaymie’s way.
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Sean walked menacingly to the side of the bed and sat down. When he spoke his voice was deadly quiet. "This," he said rubbing her bruised side, making her wince, "is your own fault you know. If you had only given up" I shouldn’t have had to chase you. I mean it’s not like you had anything to go home to. Your parents died in a car crash last summer. They left dozens of debts. Your car got repossessed paying for their funeral. And then what happened with your aunt, huh Jaymie? She kicked you out of her house as soon as you turned 18! Why? She don’t love you nor does she want you. Your only living family member hates you. So what’s the point? No family, no friends, no reason to run away from us."
Jaymie cried softly. Why was he bringing up all those hurtful memories? "Bbut".
"Shhh. . ." cooed Cena patting her leg. "We’re the only ones that love you baby. We’re the only ones that need you. And we’ll always take care of you."
"That’s right Jaymie," whispered Sean. He brushed his thumb against her cheeks, catching her tears. "We’ll keep you safe." And with that said he shut off the lamp and followed John out of the room closing the door behind them.
"Whaddya think man?" asked John.
Sean stared at his still wet thumb before bringing it to his lips. He closed his eyes, savoring her salty, sweet tears. Opening them again his lips curved into an evil smile. "I think she’s a keeper."
V. Chaptr 6 – The way things are
Jaymie woke late in the afternoon the next day. Somewhat groggy from the medication but not in nearly as much pain as the day before. Maybe her ribs were only bruised. That was some luck.
Of course now I’m being held captive by 2 guys telling me I have nothing to live for"
There was a knock on the door and O’Haire entered the room. To Jaymie he looked way bigger than last night. Though it might have been because he had been wearing all black. Now he was wearing only silken boxers, his skin still glistening wet from a shower. The man was built! And really tall, approximately 6’6. And" He. Looked. Good! Handsome, but dangerous. His very presence was scaring Jaymie something silly, but she tried not to show it.
"Morning Jaymie," intoned Sean warmly. He was pleased to have her awake and coherent. "Chrystal is downstairs making your favorite breakfast, she’ll been done soon."
Jaymie raised an eyebrow. "My favorite breakfast?"
"Scrambled eggs seasoned only with salt and pepper, bacon, crispy not burnt. Minute Maid orange juice low pulp, and apple cinnamon muffins."
The most disgusted look crossed Jaymie’s face. "How the hell can you know so much about me?"
Sean paced a little, back and forth in front of the bed looking thoughtful. "You can learn a lot about a woman just from what she throws away. Girl I could even tell you when you start your monthly crap. As a matter of fact should be in a couple of days."
Jaymie’s eyes went wide and she felt completely violated. "You went through my garbage?!"
"Nah, Cena did that, but he did give me all the details. Tampons are fucking dangerous, you won’t be using those damn things here."
Completely stunned Jaymie didn’t dare open her mouth, for fear of saying something that got her in trouble.
O’Haire made his way to the bed and sat down next to Jaymie. The look in his eyes made her want to run. He did look certifiable, but more subtly at it then Cena.
Just then a knock sounded on the door and Chrystal entered carrying a tray of food. She set it on the nightstand next to the bed and stood silently, seemingly waiting on instruction.
Jaymie was feeling a little more than awkward at Chrystal’s presence for the simple fact she was wearing bikini briefs and nothing else. Jaymie had never been big on nudity and being in a room with 2 nearly naked people was making her nervous.
In the blink of an eye it seemed, the expression on Sean’s face changed from one of somberness to frightening evil. He grabbed Chrystal by the waist and clamped his teeth down onto the soft flesh of her belly. This violent action elicited a sharp shriek from Chrystal and O’Haire slowly released her. His lips curved into a self satisfied smirk as he stared at the damage. There were visible teeth marks that were already bruising red and dribbling blood.
Sean gave a short laugh, "Get the hell outta my sight!" and smacked Chrystal’s ass hard, hurrying her out of the room. Sean chuckled again and shook his head. "She’s been asking for that all morning."
Jaymie was appalled. But what could she do? Nothing. So she sat there and let her captor feed her, while she pondered a way out her new hell.
Chapter 7 - Guests
It had been a couple of weeks since Jaymie had been brought to Cena and O’Haire’s house and so far nothing terrible had been done to her. Chrystal on the other . . . hand It seemed as if every morning she was sporting some new bruise or abrasion. Jaymie was afraid for herself and her new friend. John and O’Haire just did things without reason or just cause. Sometimes in front of her and sometimes not.
This particular morning found both captors in good spirits though. They had Chrystal and Jaymie clean the mansion from top to bottom. Afterwards both girls were instructed to take a long hot bath, together, while Cena and Sean watched. To make sure they cleaned up real good, they said.
After the bath, Chrystal and Jaymie weren’t allowed to dress. And at this Jaymie was beginning to get worried. So far she hadn’t been raped or violated during her stay and she figured her track record wasn’t going to last long.
At twelve noon Cena began shackling Chrystal and Jaymie’s ankles to some kind of pedestal . . . perch several feet off the floor, in the dining room. Something you’d see in the house of a cat owner but big/strong enough to hold several girls.
"This Jaymie dear, is simply to show you off," said Cena after securing her to her own little perch. "We’re having some friends over tonight, some buddy’s of mine and O’Haire’s from work. They’ll be staying for a week or so. And they’ve brought their pets as well. I think you’ll like them. Now be careful on this. I’d hate for you to break your ankle falling off, like Chrystal did her first time."
Jaymie glanced over at Chrystal shyly and was surprised to see coloring rise to her flawless cheeks.
Cena gave a wolfish grin. "You look beautiful Jaymie. No need to be nervous. Soon we’ll rejoice your gorgeous body." And without warning John reached between Jaymie’s legs and flicked her clit. Jaymie gasped and Cena chuckled. "Preview sweetheart, preview," he said while walking away.
Jaymie looked up at Chrystal, who was on a higher perch, from underneath her lashes. "God. Do I even want to know what he meant?"
Chrystal sighed. "They’re probably going to bone you tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning. I honestly don’t know what to tell you. Being raped by two strangers that you’re forced to live with . . . I don’t think any amount of therapy can get rid of the emotional scarring I have and what you will have."
"This is such a nightmare! What did we do to deserve this?" cried Jaymie, shifting to sit cross- legged.
"Nothing," answered Chrystal, shifting as well. Always graceful, the model like girl sat with her legs underneath her and her bottom resting on her calves. 'We’re just some unlucky bitches, that’s all. But we do have it easier than a couple of girls that belong to their friends."
Jaymie raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Really. This dude named Shannon Moore, is by far the most evil of the whole bunch. His girl has no spirit left at all. She is ruined for life and she’s tried to commit suicide several times, but the bastard won’t let her go!" Chrystal’s eyes filled with tears and she wiped them away quickly. "Then there’s Tommy Dreamer. Thinks he’s fucking hardcore, so he beats his bitch hardcore. I’m scared to see what she looks like this time. Trust me baby-girl, we’re the lucky ones."
Chapter 8 - They’ve arrived
The ringing of the doorbell brought Chrystal and Jaymie’s conversation to a halt. Entering the kitchen the girls could see a somewhat tall young man enter with blonde hair and wild eyes. Next to him stood a naked young Hispanic girl that had to have been his pet.
With a little bit of tremor in her voice Chrystal whispered to Jaymie, "Now that is Shannon Moore and his pet. Apparently she hasn’t killed herself yet. Her name is Louisa. She is only 16, he’s had her since she was 13."
Jaymie was appalled, but tried hard to keep her composure.
Next they saw a tall slightly older man enter with a square jaw and spiky black hair. Next to him stood, also naked, a very tiny, petite young Korean girl with what seemed to be dark and yellowing bruises making some kind of crude necklace around her throat.
"That," whispered Chrystal. "Is Tommy Dreamer and his pet, Cynthia. Looks like he’s got her playing the masochist again."
Jaymie started to ask what that meant when the new arrivals entered the room. The two girls sat as still as possible and hoped for the best. Sean entered behind his friends and came to stand in front of the perch.
"This," he said, reaching up to caress the blonde, "Is Chrystal. I’m sure you remember her."
Shannon gave a short laugh. "No shit. Who’s the new bitch?"
Rolling his eyes, Sean moved next to the newcomer. "The new house pet is Jaymie," he answered cupping her face. He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip and smiled a genuine smile.
Dreamer broke his mood with a loud snort. "That’s it? That’s the pussy you’ve bern chasing for 2 years? That’s the whore you never stopped talking about in the locker room? You can’t be serious."
"Yeah," quipped Shannon taking Louisa’s breasts in his hands and kneading them. "I was expecting you to bring home Tyra fucking Banks!"
O’Haire had heard all he wished to hear because he whipped around and grabbed Shannon by the throat and slammed him into the nearest wall. Deadly quiet he growled in the young man’s ear, "You know I wouldn’t expect you to know true beauty when you see it. After all, you’re nothing but a boy pretending to be a man. I don’t want to hear another opinion from you till you grow up." With that said he let Shannon go. And as the two stepped away from each other, the doorbell rang.
Sean gave Dreamer and Moore a warning glance before walking out of the dinning room. Shannon glared hatefully at his retreating back anger boiling inside him. He took it out on Louisa. In the blink of an eye he had knocked the child to the floor with a powerful punch. Surprisingly she did not cry out, but lay still on the floor, her eyes downcast, waiting for more blows to follow. Shannon stared down at her for a few seconds and then yanked her up by her hair. He then dragged her over to the perch where Jaymie and Chrystal were seated and proceeded to fasten her ankles. Then with a gentleness that bewildered everyone he carefully lifted the small girl and placed her next to the others.
Throughout that whole display Tommy had his tongue down his pets throat. Cynthia looked uncomfortable, but did as he wished. He broke the kiss and touched foreheads with her.
"Moan for me," he said. "Say my name as I kiss you."
Now Cynthia really looked as if she were going to cry. As he proceeded to kiss and fondle her again, she tried to do as he asked but couldn’t. Her throat was so terribly sore from him choking her as they had had sex (among other things) so the most she could utter were a few squeaks. Needless to say, Dreamer was not pleased.
"Did you hear what I said Cyn?" his hand paused at her throat.
Cynthia nodded.
"So you’re deliberately disobeying me? Is that what you’re doing?"
Cynthia shook her head fiercely, tears starting to flow.
"Oh so now I’m a liar? Is that it? Are you calling me a liar?!" Rage had gripped Tommy and he began throttling the girl. "You going to fucking answer me? Huh? Damn it answer me!" Tighter and tighter his grip got and harder and harder he shook her. Her gasping for breath had given way to wheezing and a blue tinge came to her face. As her eyes started to roll back in their sockets he released her. Cynthia fell to the floor gulping in the precious air while Tommy stood over her, his eyes wide and angry.
He spied a choke collar attached by a chain to the wall and decided to bound Cynthia that way. Strangely the bruises that ringed her neck turned him on and this was sure to keep them there. While all this was happening Jaymie had to look away. Her stomach was churning and her head was spinning.
Chapter 9 - Dinner anyone?
A minute later Sean O’Haire and John Cena entered the dinning room with the last of the newcomers. A couple of them frightened Jaymie and considering what she had just seen that was no easy task. She heard them exchange pleasantries with the men who arrived before them and happened to catch their names.
Glenn. This man had to stand at 7ft! Jaymie had never seen anyone so tall. 300 something pounds and at least 80% of that was muscle. He was all man. Of course you’d have to question the masculinity of men who keep defenseless unwilling women as pets. But just the same he reeked of maleness. And at his side stood a young black girl, naked of course. But she was strangely different than the other women. This girl was smiling. And not just for show, she was literally beaming! When Kane sat at the table, this girl sat on the floor beside him caressing his thighs and calves, apparently pleased to do so.
Jaymie shook her head in confusion and Cynthia gave her a knowing glance. Jaymie’s eyes traveled back to the scene in front of her.
Hogan. The man was so dark Jaymie had to question his nationality. An extremely dark tan coated him and a bandana covered his head. His face was scruffy with the beginnings of a beard and his mustache dyed blonde. Strange. Stranger still were his pets. A young Caucasian male (also naked) approximately 20 years of age, slightly built and very easy on the eyes and a young black male possibly in his mid 20’s, his face was hard and unreadable.
Ron. The only black man Jaymie had seen since her first night in this house. He was big, probably an ex football player and had with him a very young redheaded girl with a heart shaped face. She seemed spooked. But Jaymie envied her. The redhead was wearing panties. All the other pets were naked. Ron must be lenient.
Another body entered the large dinning area and caught Jaymie’s eye. He was pretty tall and very heavily muscled. He had what looked like a farmer’s tan and though he didn’t have Shannon’s striking beauty he had a rugged handsomeness all his own. Despite his all his muscles and size, his face was almost that of a child. Brock. He stood out in this crowd of guys, not just because a pet didn’t accompany him, but because he seemed uncomfortable. Jaymie glanced at the other women around her looking to see if they recognized this newcomer. Everyone except Louisa returned her glance with a questioning one of their own. Nope. He was definitely new.
Brock didn’t know what he was doing here. His friend, John Cena had asked him to join them for the week but he really didn’t know what to expect. Now that he was here, he didn’t like it. These ‘pets’ as they called them looked particularly pitiful and he knew that they weren’t there of their own volition. As he stared at them, they all stared back and the pain and humiliation on their faces struck something in him and he had to turn away.
Ron Simmons had just finished shackling the pretty redheaded girl, Megan, to the wall, and patted Brock on the back. "Damn man, glad to see you could make it!"
Brock forced a smile. "Yeah, he’s been bugging me for a while, plus Mr. McMahon gave me some time off and I decided come on down."
Hogan with a bouncy energy, that was younger than his age said, "I think that it’s time we ate, my brothers! The boss financed this trip just for us!" A few laughs were heard as everyone took a seat except for Hogan’s pets, Daniel and Ashley. Those two young men went to the kitchen and returned with trays of food. While Ashley managed to keep his face unreadable, Daniel looked murderous. When they finished serving those at the table, they stepped back towards the door and waited for further instruction.
Chapter 10 - Mr. McMahon knows best
Ron reached for the mashed potatoes and noticed Brock’s still nearly full plate. "What’s the matter man? You ain’t hungry?"
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Sean glanced up from his plate. "Aw you ain’t sick are you?"
"No," Brock answered trying to smile. "I just ate a lot on the plane, not hungry."
John looked slightly worried, but Ron and Hogan just laughed.
"Son, you better eat," admonished Hogan. "Gotta keep up those carobs, you’re going to need the energy."
"I’ll eat later," said Brock stubborningly.
"Suit yourself," Ron said warningly. "But don’t come crying to us during the orgy, ‘cause your dumb ass is about to pass out."
"Orgy?" Brock’s eyes widened.
"Yeah buddy," replied Cena with a mouthful of chicken. "It’s part of the initiation process, we tape it, and send it to old man McMahon and he gives you a check to help you find your own girl."
Brock stared at his friend incredulous. "You mean McMahon approves of all this?"
"Get with the program!" shouted Shannon raising out of his seat. "McMahon funds all this! Did ya really think we could afford a freakin’ mansion? Huh ‘roid boy?"
"Don’t call me that! I work my ass off to look the way I do," growled Brock.
Dreamer yanked Shannon back down into his seat, "Sit your ass down!" Then he turned his attention to Brock. "Look, this is Vinnie’s gift to us. Call it an incentive if you will. He only does this for top carders Brock so obviously the old prick sees a lot in you."
Of course if your ass screws up big time" Like, say, Joanie did, well then consider yourself fired and all privileges revoked."
"China was involved in this too?" asked O’Haire pushing his plate away with a sigh.
"Uh-huh," replied Tommy. "Another little known fact about our dearly departed Ninth Wonder of The World, was that Joanie is in fact a lesbo."
"No way!" cried John and Shannon, who once again rose out of his seat.
"Yes way!" mimicked Dreamer in his best surfer-dude voice. "She had about 4 female pets of her own."
"What happened to her ‘pets’ after she was fired?" questioned Brock.
"Old Vin man gave one to Shane and the rest he had them killed off."
Brock choked on his own oxygen. "What? Why did he kill them? Why couldn’t he just let them go?"
"Let ‘em go?" coughed Hogan. "And let them tell authorities about this? Son this is pretty much a form of slavery. If word gets out about this the WWF is finished and everyone in on this has no career."
"Not to mention prison," added Sean. They were quiet for a few minutes after that last statement. The threat of repercussions seemed all to close for comfort. But it didn’t last long, soon everyone had resumed eating and the next to speak up was Glenn.
"Isn’t Rey supposed to be here too?"
"Yeah," answered O’Haire. "But he called earlier saying he wouldn’t be able to come down. He didn’t say why."
Ron grunted something about immigration papers and most of the guys laughed. By now it seemed they were finished and Daniel and Ashley came to collect the dishes.
"Well now," said John getting up from the table. "The fun begins!"
Chapter 11 - Before the madness"
All the 'owners' and Kane’s pet, left the dining room to watch Sunday Night Heat, leaving Daniel and Ashley to clean up. But not without warning the 2 that there were cameras hidden all over the room.
When the 2 finished cleaning they both took a seat on the plush carpet in front of the girls.
Daniel sighed heavily, "This is going to be a helluva night."
Chrystal glared at him. "No shit." Then she looked at Ashley. "You’re new. How did Hogan come to acquire you?"
Ashley groaned. "That prick fucking shows up on my doorstep with 5 other guys. They beat the shit outta me, then grab me and take off. Somehow he’s installed camera’s in my house and he threatens to kill my little sister if I don’t do as he says.”
"That’s bad," whispered Megan. "How long you been with him?"
"Two of the most god awful months of my life."
With narrowed eyes, Louisa scoffed, "That’s it? Try three years."
"What about you sunshine?" Daniel asked Cynthia who had just lain down. "How long you been a captive?"
Cynthia held up four fingers and mouthed the word "years".
Ashley let out a low whistle. "Damn that sucks. What’s the matter? Why can’t you speak?"
"Tommy’s into S&M that’s what," broke in Chrystal. "That bastard chokes her. I’m sure he’s permanently damaged her vocal cords." Cynthia nodded slowly and carefully and Ashley let loose with what could best be described as a snarl.
"What about you sweetheart?" asked Daniel this time directed at Jaymie, who was shifting around in discomfort, obviously. "How long have you been here?"
"Three or four weeks, I’m not even sure," she answered. Then she threw a question back at him. "How did Hogan get you?"
"Threatened my mom," Daniel replied simply. "She’s all I have and I couldn’t allow anyone to do anything to her. And so for 5 years he’s been hanging that over my head."
Chrystal growled. "We’ve got to find a way out of this? This shit they’re pulling is not humane or even morally right."
"Duh!" cried Louisa rubbing her arms up and down. "But what can we do? Not a damn thing and you know it. We’re stuck being entertainment till we get boring and they kill us."
"Louisa, before we decide to acknowledge your ranting how about telling the guys how you ended up with the gorgeous Shannon Moore."
Louisa scoffed. "Stupidity. When I have kids I’m never letting them on the internet. I met, if you can even say met, Shannon in a WWE chat room. He gave me all the lines in the book and we ended up meeting. Him and several guys snatched me and from there you all know the story."
Ashley shook his head. "Well what about the big guy’s girl? Following him around like a damn puppy."
"That’s Gina," said Chrystal folding her arms. "That girl is looped. I think he brainwashed her, but whatever you do, no matter what, do not discuss escape plans in front of her! I tried that last year and let’s just say that I choose not to remember what happened afterwards."
Megan appeared to be pondering something and finally said, "Wait a minute . . . Didn’t you say WWE?" she asked Louisa.
"Uh-huh, so?"
"That’s World Wrestling Entertainment! They’re wrestlers!" Megan’s eyes were wide with revelation and the other girls looked shocked.
The guys were less surprised. "You didn’t know that?" cried Daniel.
"No" All I knew is that he’d leave for a few months and then come back," said Meagan shaking her head.
"Well it certainly explains a lot," said Chrystal. "I’m guessing that’s why they stalked us, to see if we watched them on TV and knew who they were. Fuck. All I had to do was watch a little tv and my ass could still be home with my dog."
There seemed to be a group sigh as they all tried to remember their lives before the madness. The few moments of peace were interrupted by heavy footfalls of the ‘owners’ return. Sunday Night Heat was over.
Chapter 12 - Now it starts
Everyone took out their keys and unchained the girls. O’Haire grinned widely as he helped Jaymie down from the perch. Cena then grabbed hers and Chrystal’s arm and followed the other’s down the hall to the guest bedroom. Ron opened the door and led the pets inside sans Ashley and Daniel.
He gestured to Brock’s prone form passed out on the bed. "Do him." Then he pointed to the visible camera’s in the room. "And make it good."
Cena placed his hands on Chrystal’s shoulders. "We’re assigning you and Jaymie voyeurism. No penetration since this is her first time." Chrystal nodded that she understood and took Jaymie’s hand. It felt like ice.
All the pets entered the room and heard the lock engaged behind them. Megan, Louisa and Cynthia climbed on the bed and on either side of Brock began to try to revive him by kissing and fondling him. Jaymie eyed the fairly obvious 2-way mirror on the wall as Chrystal dragged her to the left side of the bed.
"Now," whispered Chrystal under her breath. "We’re just putting on a show. Okay? I’m really sorry but you don’t want to see what happens if you disobey. Just let me do all the work. It’s just for show honey, just a show."
"Okay," whispered Jaymie. They stood side by side, watching the other three girls bring Brock to full consciousness.
Brock felt really odd. He hadn’t eaten much and didn’t drink anything but water. The thought of being drugged crossed his mind and he started to get angry. But when he opened his eyes a surprise awaited him. Five girls from the dining room were in there with him; three of which were on the large bed with him. Touching him, caressing him.
"What are you doing? Stop it," Brock tried to be forceful but his last plea came out like a whisper.
Cynthia smiled ruefully and Louisa laughed lightly.
"This is every man’s dream isn’t it?" asked Megan in between kisses. "Having five women at your mercy?" Brock shook his head slowly. He was having trouble thinking. This was all too much! Cynthia had begun stroking his meat while placing wet kisses here and there. And Louisa was rubbing her breasts against him creating delicious friction.
"Man oh man," he thought. "This feels so good"
Megan brought her hands to his chest, pulling at his nipples. "Now you just lay back and watch them," she said pointing to Jaymie and Chrystal. "Let us do all the work," purred Megan, her voice soft and low.
Chrystal took this as her cue and began rubbing her hands slowly up and down Jaymie’s body. When she was sure she had Brock’s attention she began to kiss Jaymie.
Chrystal’s lips touched hers and traveled down the younger girls neck to her breast. From there to Jaymie’s navel, down even further . . .
Brock was riveted to the scene in front of him and couldn’t take his eyes off the girls, even though he wanted to. Chrystal’s seeming expertise and Jaymie’s innocence. Not to mention there were three girls in the bed with him creating such a sensual assault on his body" But a thought kept repeating his head, "This is wrong, Brock. You know it is totally wrong!”
Chrystal glanced up to give Jaymie some reassuring eye contact before she went down on her. Lightly she kissed the bundle of tight curls covering Jaymie’s nether lips. And finally Chrystal parted her pussy lips with her fingers before gently flicking her clit. Jaymie, who had been standing rigid throughout the whole ordeal, jumped. This was a new sensation for her. Chrystal was apparently a master of tongue work and Jaymie found her body tingling against her wishes.
Brock was extremely conflicted. He so needed to cum. The urge was strong and a very powerful orgasm threatened to overtake him. But Brock also knew that if he allowed himself to orgasm from such a situation, he’d never be able to forgive himself. Never be able to live with the memory. There was only one thing to do . . .
Brock turned his body slightly to the right, out of view of the camera’s he jabbed his finger down his throat as hard and as quickly as he could. The effect was immediate. He threw up right on the floor. Megan, Louisa and Cynthia jumped off the bed quick as lightening and Chrystal rose up dragging Jaymie with her and they all backed away. The door burst open and Hogan entered looking a little more than peeved.
"What the hell happened son?"
Brock shook his head, almost like an attempt to clear it. "I don’t know man. I just started feeling sick. I guess we’ll have to do this another time or something."
Ron walked in behind Hogan. "Yeah I guess. Ugh that’s gross." Then to Hulk Hogan, "Hulk man you better send one of them wonder boys of yours in here." Hogan grunted a reply and walked out of the room. Looking strangely at Brock, Ron pointed towards the door. "Go clean yourself up, bathroom’s down the hall."
Feeling somewhat sheepish Brock stood and hurried out, but not before throwing a last apologetic glance to the girls huddled in the corner of the room. After he left Ron motioned for Megan to stand in front of him.
"I was watching you girl. Very good," he said petting her cheek. "Now it’s my turn, let’s go." Ron then turned and walked out, Megan falling in step behind him.
Chapter 13 - Planning
That left Louisa, Cynthia, Jaymie and Chrystal. All were looking around wondering if trying to bolt was a good idea, when Ashley arrived. He was carrying a floor brush, a rag, and bucket looking really relieved.
"Whew! The next time you all get ready to see how big The Next Big Thing can get tell him I said ‘thanks’."
"Oh?" scoffed Chrystal hugging Jaymie’s trembling form to her. "Why is that?"
"Cause he just saved me from a butt fucking, that’s why. I’d rather clean puke any day, than have Hogan cream inside my ass," snarled Ashley scrubbing the carpet. None of the girls knew how Ashley managed to keep a straight face or his composure for that matter. Being forced to perform sexual acts that weren’t natural to you must really be a fucking mind job.
But after a moment Cynthia made a gagging noise and held her hand to her face as if she too were going to be sick. Louisa giggled and Chrystal smiled.
But to the surprise of everyone, including herself, Jaymie began to cry. It was as if the sudden realization of her situation had finally hit.
"There’s no way!" she sobbed, "No way out of this!"
Chrystal hushed her and put her arms around Jaymie in an effort to comfort her. "Yes there is! I heard Sean and Cena talking this morning. They have a tour coming up next week. Now they are going to have to leave us all here ‘cause the other guys have to go too. Now we may not . . . Oh what am I saying! We definitely won’t have the same bedrooms and they’ll probably have guards everywhere, but that would be the best time to escape."
Jaymie was still crying, but for the first time in years, Cynthia and Louisa looked hopeful.
Cynthia mouthed the words, "Do you really think we could?"
"It just might work," pondered Ashley out loud. He was finally finished scrubbing the carpet. Standing, he joined them all in the corner where the cameras couldn’t see.
"So after all the sick twisted sons of bitches leave, we trick the guards into letting one of you out. Call it some kind of woman’s emergency or something."
Louisa made a grimace. "So one of us has to be bait?"
"Yeah something like that, are you up for it?"
Without hesitation Louisa nodded. "Yeah I’m up for it, even if I don’t get away, I’ll make sure one of you does. And whoever gets out better spread the word and quick. Vince won’t hesitate to have us killed and that’s for damn sure.”
"Fucking conspiracy," growled Chrystal. "We better be careful who we tell too, Vince has very deep pockets". Chrystal kissed the top of Jaymie’s head and held her closer to her. "We will get out of here sweetie, don’t worry."
Chapter 14 - Eavesdropping can have consequences
Brock stood outside the bedroom listening intently. This was terrible! These poor people! Practically slaves, confined within these walls to do unbelievable things, things they’d have never done of their own volition. What could he do? Even thinking about helping them was literally putting his job in jeopardy. Finally at the top, finally achieving his dream of being one of the top carders of the WWE…. And thinking about throwing it all away"
Chapter 15 - Horrors await you
Inside the bedroom, everyone was standing in silence. In what seemed to be a circle of comfort. But that comfort was shattered when Cena burst into the room.
"Let’s go!" he said grinning wickedly. "Got a wish to fulfill." And he roughly grabbed Jaymie by her shoulders. Then to Chrystal he said, "Go on to bed and don’t worry about fixing breakfast in the morning. As a matter of fact feel free to sleep late." And with that John dragged Jaymie away.
****
What took place for the next few hours was nightmarish in quality. John had his way with her first. He gagged and bound her to the bed after his first attempt to dominate her failed. She had screamed so much and fought back. But now as the aggressor he only laughed at her efforts to free herself. Twisted he seemed hell bent on bloodletting. Not so much for taste but for the look and feel of it on his hands and her body. And with a razor he cut Jaymie many times but in ways as to not leave scars.
By the time he had come in a wild orgasm, Jaymie was almost comatose. But she wasn’t out of the woods yet.
Sean O’Haire entered and carried the half-conscious girl down to the basement and had Cena lock the door after them. After setting Jaymie down on the couch, Sean backed away into the shadows with a smile and waited.
Several minutes passed before Jaymie fully realized where she was. Her eyes darted around the room frantically, confusion evident on her face.
"Oh my god, oh my god," she whispered standing up, albeit shakily. "I’ve been . . . I’ve been rrr . . ." Jaymie couldn’t even bring herself to say it so horrible was the truth. She sprinted to the door at full speed eager to get out. Eager to wash the filth she felt. Eager to rinse all evidence of Cena from her body.
Not happening. The door was locked. Tears welling up again she whirled around only to be tackled to the ground from behind.
"Nooo! Please don’t!" Jaymie fought hard to keep O’Haire from violating her. But he was too strong for her"
That night Jaymie would be raped four more times. Twice more by both of her owners separately and twice in a foursome involving Tommy and Ron.
Chapter 16 - Things were bad then
Chrystal could not sleep. All she could do was listen to Jaymie’s screams and cries. This torture of her friend seemed worse than what Chrystal had went through. Much worse. And with every shriek, with every cry of pain and utter humiliation Chrystal’s anger intensified.
Brock also could not sleep. This was killing him! What to do? Fight or Flight? Stay and fight or leave and neer look back? By morning he will have decided"
Chapter 17 - Is something blossoming?
Chrystal didn’t know when it happened, but sometime in the early morning hours Jaymie had been dumped in her bed. After wiping the sleep from her own eyes she saw the state her friend was in. The poor girl was in bad shape. Every few seconds a tremor ran throughout the girl's entire body. And many welts had raised from the cuts bestowed upon her from Cena. Also her skin felt cool and clammy to the touch.
"Those fucking bastards!" hissed Chrystal. "C’mon wake up Jaymie! Open your eyes, honey. '
Jaymie flinched a little and soon after her eyes popped open. "Wha . . . Then focusing her vision on the other girls face she promptly began to sob. "Oh Chrystal! What they did to me . . ."
"Shh" Baby hush. Don’t think about it. Shh". Honey, shh . . ." Chrystal hugged Jaymie close to her, ignoring the stickiness of her semen coated skin. She began rocking Jaymie back forth in an effort to soothe.
Jaymie sobbed quietly, her body shaking with their silent power. She felt so dirty! Her skin, her body, her mind all felt filthy. And Chrystal somehow sensed how Jaymie was feeling. With her arm around the naked girl, Chrystal led them out of her bedroom and downstairs to the full bath.
After turning on the light she had Jaymie use the toilet while she fixed her bath water. When the tub was filled, she quickly ushered the girl into the tub. Jaymie eased herself down into a sitting position, hissing at the burning between her legs and the stinging of razor cut skin. Chrystal kneeled down next to the tub a washcloth in hand. Gently and carefully she began to clean her up.
Feeling ashamed and embarrassed Jaymie mumbled to Chrystal, "I feel like I’m burdening you. You don’t have to do this."
"But I want to," replied Chrystal. "I want you to get the help I never did. No one should have to suffer through something like this alone. No one. So just lie back and relax Jay. I’m not going to let them hurt you again."
Chapter 18 - It only hurts now
The next two days passed by pretty uneventful. Jaymie and Chrystal were not bothered and were not ordered to be present at any time. The only time they left their room was to have breakfast or possibly a late dinner (not wanting to eat with the owners).
Wednesday afternoon, though John went to get the girls. Just thinking about what had happened Sunday night made him hard all over again and he figured Jaymie had had enough time to recuperate.
Chrystal was sitting at the head and Jaymie lying at the foot of the bed watching TV when Cena burst into the room. Startled, they stared at him fearing what was coming.
"Ok girls, I’m aching for a menage-a-trois right now. Get up, let’s go."
Without saying a word, both got up from the bed and followed John to the basement. Upon arrival Cena got down to business. While he tasted Jaymie’s pussy, Chrystal tasted his meat. But the mean streak of John began to show.
At first it started with little nibbles here and there. But suddenly without warning he bit down hard on the soft flesh of Jaymie’s inner thigh.
"Ahh!" she screamed and scrambled to get off the table.
"Where do you think you’re going? Huh?" John yelled. He grabbed her hips keeping her in place and slapped her hard. "Don’t ever try to run from me! I’m not Sean!" Having said that, he slapped her a couple more times, each one eliciting a shriek from Jaymie.
Chrystal couldn’t take it anymore. With a scream she shoved Cena back, which took him completely by surprise and he fell to the floor. "Stop it!" she cried. "Leave her alone you fucker!"
John’s eyes, which had been wide with shock, immediately narrowed. "Leave her alone? Oh . . . You must have a death wish bitch," he replied ominously. An evil grin etched upon his lips. "Cause you just made a big mistake . . ."
***
Twenty minutes later . . .
Brock exited the shower and dried himself off. It sure had been one hell of a vacation. He hadn't left his room after that first night, afraid of what he might see or what he might be forced to take part in. But some of the things he heard made his blood run cold. Not only could he hear Jaymie suffering, but Megan and Cynthia as well. So it didn't take long before Brock made his decision. When he could finally get one the pets alone he'd give them instructions on how to reach him. As far as their escape plan went, they were on their own, but if they got out he'd help from there.
After slipping on a pair of boxers Brock stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Recognizing the image, but not the coward he saw. Sadly he knew that if he even showed any objection towards what was going on, Vince wouldn't hesitate to have him killed. Sighing deeply, Brock stepped out of the bathroom and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Once there he fixed himself a bowl of cheerios and sat at the table.
Almost one minute later John Cena came storming through the kitchen from the basement. He didn't glance once at Brock as he went upstairs. Brock shook his head and went back to his cereal. A moment later Jaymie came stumbling in half supporting half dragging Chrystal with her. Startled Brock stood up quickly, his chair tipping over behind him.
Jaymie her eyes wide and wet with tears whispered, "Please, help me. Help me get her upstairs..."
Against his better judgement Brock lifted Chrystal with ease and followed Jaymie's hurrying nude form up the stairs. They ended up in the girls bedroom and he set Chrystal down on the bed. Chrystal did not open her eyes. Brock sighed and realized he felt wet. He looked and saw his arms and chest were streaked with blood. Jaymie had returned from the adjoining bathroom with a washcloth, some neosporin and a small tub of warm water. After setting those on the night-table she carefully turned Chrystal onto her stomach.
"Oh my god," whispered Brock. "Are those..."
"Welts," finished Jaymie quietly. "Cena whipped the hell out of her for protecting me. But he was sick enough to add salt to the equation."
Brock hissed through his teeth. That kind of pain was enough to make anyone pass out.
"I'm sorry," he said after a few moments of watching her clean Chrystal's wounds. "I'm sorry this is happening to you all, that you got mixed up in all this weird shit."
"I'm sorry for you too," said Jaymie. "Because I know this," she said making a gesture towards everything, "wasn't what you were expecting, and now you're stuck."
Brock nodded. "Yeah. I've been doing some thinking over the past couple of days and I've decided to help you guys out. As I'm sure you already know, Friday we'll be leaving to go on tour with the rest of the company. Well I don't have to return till next Wednesday. If you can get to Indiana by Wednesday night, I promise to help you out in a case against these sickos."
Jaymie pondered to herself for a minute. "We'll do it. Are you sure you guys will be leaving Friday?"
"Uh-huh, and I think I know how your rooms will be set up. I think you and Chrystal will be allowed to share a room and the adjoining room on your left will be Cynthia and Louisa, on your right will be Gina and Megan and on the third floor will be Ashley and Daniel in separate rooms."
Jaymie nodded. "Okay. You better get out of here before Cena or O'Haire finds you here."
Brock touched Jaymie's shoulder and she looked up at him, into his eyes. She saw warmth and sincerity there and she felt he could be trusted. They stood that way for few more seconds before Brock finally left the room.
Chapter 19 - A plan at last
Chrystal groaned loudly and Jaymie grabbed her hand.
"Are you alright? Do you want some water?" asked Jaymie.
"I'm okay. What I want to know is how are we going to let the others know about the escape plans?" said Chrystal scooting up to rest her head on a pillow.
"We'll be in the rooms with adjoining doors. KnowwhatImean? And hopefully we can slip each other notes underneath the doors. That's really the only way I can see to do this."
Chrystal pondered that a second, "Well what about the guys? Ashley and Daniel? They'll be upstairs. How do we let them know?"
Jaymie shook her head, "I don't know, but I'm sure we'll think of something. We may not even be able to let them know of our plans and just hope that one of us can get upstairs and get them."
"Yeah, we can go get them. When we escape we're going to have to drag Gina with us."
"Why?!" asked Jaymie.
"First of all, if we leave her, she'll be killed, despite what she thinks. Secondly, she needs help. Something is not right in her head, really."
Jaymie shrugged. "Well if you can get Ashley and Daniel to agree to it. They are probably the only ones who can carry her and run at the same time."
"I will," said Chrystal sitting up, sighing at the lessened burning of her back.
"I'm sorry about what Cena did to you Chrystal," whispered Jaymie. "I should have tried to keep my mouth shut and stayed put."
"No Jaymie, don't you even think this was your fault! I saw what he was doing to you and I reacted. It was nobody's fault except his, honestly. He did what he wanted, that's all."
Chrystal beckoned for Jaymie to come to her. She hugged Jaymie to her bare chest and tenderly stroked the younger girl's face. "We will get out of here alive, I promise you..."
Chapter 20 - Friday
Finally, it seemed, Friday came. The girls were a little less than giddy at the thought of the near escape, but Ashley and Daniel were still in the dark about it.
At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, two huge trucks stopped in front of the mansion. Out of them came 12 large, armed men, with hard faces and a sense of importance. They were the long rumored guards that Jaymie had only heard about. The men came inside, their walk was casual, as if they expected to be bored for the next 4 months. Well all except one. The obvious leader was wearing a dangerous smirk and that was all it took to let the girls know they were in for a fight if they wanted escape.
They were all chained and perched to the pedestal in the dining room again, nude of course, all so nervous they were hardly daring to breathe. Even Gina looked somewhat distressed, although it could’ve been the fact that she wasn’t used to being chained to the wall like the other ‘pets’. Megan looked extremely tired and somewhat sick. Cynthia seemed to be trying not to wheeze, her throat so badly damaged by Dreamer's abuse. Chrystal rested her head on Jaymie's shoulder, balancing carefully so she wouldn't fall, while Jaymie tried to sit as still as possible. Louisa was sporting a huge, blue-black bruise across her forehead and also looked extremely tired.
The owners had just finished loading all their trucks and cars and came in to say goodbye to their pets. John Cena and Sean O'Haire walked up to the girls, ignoring them all except Jaymie and Chrystal.
"Be good girls," warned Cena. "We'll be back before you know it and if we hear that you've done anything except sit in those rooms..." He left the threat unfinished as he forced his tongue down Chrystal's throat. She returned the kiss, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to bite his tongue off. Cena broke the kiss and went to Jaymie. He gave a wolfish smile before forcing his tongue into her mouth. Jaymie felt ill but returned the kiss anyway, only flinching slightly when Cena's hands went to her breasts. After a moment Cena pulled away, roughly caressed both their faces and walked out of the room.
Chapter 21 - He's always watching . . .
The leader of the armed guards stepped up to the perch the girls were on and dangled the keys to the chains and manacles in their faces.
"Alright ladies, listen up! My name is Greg, but to you I am God do you understand? And for the next 6 months my men and I will be watching you. You will be locked inside your rooms at all times, and if you have to piss or shit one of us will escort you to the bathroom. You are only allowed one meal each day and at that time you will all be escorted to the dinning room for 25 minutes of mealtime."
Greg glanced over and noticed the wary looks on the faces of Ashley and Daniel. "And you two, pretty boys are going to be in separate rooms. Do not try to escape from here. All of us are armed as you can see, and we WILL shoot to kill."
Turning his attention back to the girls, Greg smiled, "McMahon has given us permission to use you all however we see fit. And if by any chance any of you becomes pregnant you will be terminated."
Megan's face had been green earlier, but now it seemed as if she were truly struggling to not be sick. Greg turned to a guard with black hair and blue eyes and tossed him the keys. "Mark unchain them and take them upstairs, while I make a phone call."
Mark unchained Megan and Gina first and sent 3 of the other men upstairs with them. Next he unchained Cynthia and Louisa and when the guards returned from upstairs they escorted the girls up to their room. Lastly he unchained Jaymie and Chrystal and since they were on the highest perches he had to help them down as well. He stared with obvious interest at the scabbed welts covering Chrystal's back. But soon the other guards returned to escort her and Jaymie upstairs.
Now all that was left were Daniel and Ashley. As usual Daniel's _expression was fierce, as was the usual impassive _expression on the face of Ashley. Mark gestured toward 4 of the other guards and had them escort the men upstairs.
Greg entered the room a second later. "Well I talked to McMahon and let him know we're here. That old prick has the nerve to say we aren't allowed to touch 2 of the women here!"
Mark's eyes widened, "Which ones?"
"The ones that actually live here, the ones that belong to Sean and Cena. He said something about not disrespecting them by messing with their women," Greg gave a loud snort.
"So what're you going to do?" asked Mark.
"Whatever I feel like. McMahon knows that I can spill the beans on him and his little enslavement camps."
Mark laughed. "Hey man, can I have first crack at the redhead?"
Greg gave a wide grin. "Not yet. How about breaking in Cena and O'Haire's new girl."
Chapter 21 - He's always watching . . .
The leader of the armed guards stepped up to the perch the girls were on and dangled the keys to the chains and manacles in their faces.
"Alright ladies, listen up! My name is Greg, but to you I am God do you understand? And for the next 6 months my men and I will be watching you. You will be locked inside your rooms at all times, and if you have to piss or shit one of us will escort you to the bathroom. You are only allowed one meal each day and at that time you will all be escorted to the dinning room for 25 minutes of mealtime."
Greg glanced over and noticed the wary looks on the faces of Ashley and Daniel. "And you two, pretty boys are going to be in separate rooms. Do not try to escape from here. All of us are armed as you can see, and we WILL shoot to kill."
Turning his attention back to the girls, Greg smiled, "McMahon has given us permission to use you all however we see fit. And if by any chance any of you becomes pregnant you will be terminated."
Megan's face had been green earlier, but now it seemed as if she were truly struggling to not be sick. Greg turned to a guard with black hair and blue eyes and tossed him the keys. "Mark unchain them and take them upstairs, while I make a phone call."
Mark unchained Megan and Gina first and sent 3 of the other men upstairs with them. Next he unchained Cynthia and Louisa and when the guards returned from upstairs they escorted the girls up to their room. Lastly he unchained Jaymie and Chrystal and since they were on the highest perches he had to help them down as well. He stared with obvious interest at the scabbed welts covering Chrystal's back. But soon the other guards returned to escort her and Jaymie upstairs.
Now all that was left were Daniel and Ashley. As usual Daniel's _expression was fierce, as was the usual impassive _expression on the face of Ashley. Mark gestured toward 4 of the other guards and had them escort the men upstairs.
Greg entered the room a second later. "Well I talked to McMahon and let him know we're here. That old prick has the nerve to say we aren't allowed to touch 2 of the women here!"
Mark's eyes widened, "Which ones?"
"The ones that actually live here, the ones that belong to Sean and Cena. He said something about not disrespecting them by messing with their women," Greg gave a loud snort.
"So what're you going to do?" asked Mark.
"Whatever I feel like. McMahon knows that I can spill the beans on him and his little enslavement camps."
Mark laughed. "Hey man, can I have first crack at the redhead?"
Greg gave a wide grin. "Not yet. How about breaking in Cena and O'Haire's new girl."
Chapter 22 - Setting Things in Motion
Back in their room, Jaymie and Chrystal were in an all too familiar position. Chrystal was laying on the bed and Jaymie laid half on top of her, her head rested on Chrystal's chest. This was Jaymie's comfort zone; she could always count on Chrystal to calm her and help her feel safe no matter how dangerous the situation.
"How are we going to do this Chrystal?" Jaymie asked softly.
"I don't know girl, I really don't know," replied Chrystal stroking Jaymie's hair. "We better think fast though, we only have 4 days to get out of here and to Indiana. And honestly I don't even know where here is!"
Jaymie laughed bitterly, "Me either." Then she sighed. "Hey I do have an idea about how to let Ashley and Daniel know what's up though. Do you remember the guards routine?"
"Yeah. There are always 2 men guarding each door, the front, back and side patio door. And then usually 1 man at each bedroom door depending on how many of us 'pets' are here. But of course they don't see us as much of threat so a few of them will lounge around and not guard shit."
"You know what? I imagine they think that Ashley and Daniel are something to worry about though," Jaymie pointed out. "Did you see how they were all looking at them?"
Chrystal nodded. "Uh-huh, that's going to make escaping that much harder. But you did say you had an idea on how to let them know right?"
"Right. I hope it'll work but I'll have to wait till they feed us tomorrow."
"That won't be till noon you know."
"Gotcha Chrystal-"
At that second the door to their room burst open and Mark stepped inside. His eyes were wild and wide with anticipation and both girls gave a mental sigh. Never a break. Never.
Chapter 23 - Mutual?
Mark locked the door behind him and stopped in front of the bed. "You," he said pointing to Chrystal. "Out."
Reluctantly she stood, sparing Jaymie a sorrowful glance. "You just locked the door."
He took a skeleton key out of his pocket and unlocked the door to the adjoining room. Megan and Gina's room. "Go in there, I will call you back later." Chrystal bowed her head as she walked out, crying for Jaymie already.
Jaymie still sat frozen on the bed and she decided right then and there to just do everything he asked. That was something she learned over the past few weeks. Things always go smoother when you do what they want and as quickly as possible.
Mark stripped quickly and climbed into bed next to Jaymie and pushed her back on the bed, gently. As he looked down on her, into her eyes, the angry light in his eyes went out. His features softened tremendously, and without speaking a word, Mark began to kiss her. These weren't the fierce, demanding kisses she was used to. These were slow, tender and very sweet.
One could almost say Jaymie was shocked into enjoying herself. Mark's deliberate slowness and caring caresses were driving her mad. What was he doing to her? Why was he being this way? Jaymie didn't care what the reason was, she was certainly going to take advantage. Grinding her body against his, she kissed him back, almost as teasingly as he had done to her only moments ago.
Mark couldn't take anymore. He pulled Jaymie on top of him, so she was straddling his hips. She knew what he wanted; she wanted it too. As she eased down onto his throbbing aching need, Jaymie couldn’t help but notice that Mark was something of a perfect fit.
Her inside was hot and slick and it was all Mark could do to keep from forcing her up and down on him. Instead he allowed Jaymie to take control, which brought great satisfaction in itself. Every so often he'd finger her clit, her pleasure more important than his own. He watched her face steadily from underneath heavy lids, something akin to love in his eyes. But not quite.
The look on his face scared Jaymie but she was too far gone to worry about it. Her movements became less controlled and more frenzied. Mark began to meet her thrusts with his own. Amazingly they both came together, with orgasms so strong and powerful; that it stopped Mark's breath; and that it yanked a shrill piercing scream from Jaymie's throat.
Silence.
Exhausted, Jaymie collapsed onto Mark's chest. She didn't want to move though, afraid he'd slip out of her. Mark held her tight, almost clutching and for a reason that only he knew, he began to sob.
Chapter 24 - You're what?
From the moment the door had closed behind Chrystal she no longer felt fear for Jaymie. Oh something strange was going on in that room, sure. But whatever it was, Jaymie was safe. Safe? Chrystal had sat down on the edge of the bed, her ears straining to hear anything. The only sound she heard was Jaymie's passion filled scream, at which Chrystal could finally relax. Jaymie was fine.
Gina who had been sitting up against the headboard watching tv, turned it off and acknowledged Chrystal for the first time.
"Hey," she hissed. "Something is really wrong with her," said Gina nodding her head towards Megan's sleeping form next to her.
"Don't I know it," muttered Chrystal. "Wake her up."
Gina tapped Megan's shoulder, "Hey red, open your eyes for a sec."
Megan turned onto her side. "Don't call me red," came the sleepy reply.
Gina sighed, "Look Chrystal's here, wake your groggy ass up."
Megan sat up slowly. Her face was puffy and her eyes were bloodshot. She looked horrible.
"Oh my god, what's wrong Megan?" asked Chrystal looking her over.
Just as if a switch had been thrown Megan began to cry. Gina, heartless as she was, seemed concerned.
Chrystal climbed up and sat in between them, placing her arm around her shoulders. "Aw Megan what is it girl? Tell me please. You know I hate to see you like this."
Megan shuddered slightly. Chrystal could actually feel the goose-bumps popping out all over the redhead's flesh. This was serious.
"I'm scared Chrystal," whispered Megan.
"We're all scared Megan," admitted Chrystal, pointedly leaving out the real reason why. What Gina didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Yet. "But that can't be what's gotten you all worked up."
"It can be... If you're pregnant."
Gina and Chrystal both let forth with a simultaneous gasp.
"I know how it seems, but trust me I know the signs."
Chrystal couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure?"
Megan nodded, tears spilling from her eyes. "Yes. See Ron has gotten me pregnant before. But he didn't tell McMahon, he just had a doctor come over and give me an abortion. I have no idea who the father is this time around. I want to live, but I want to keep this child too!"
Gina whistled through her teeth. "Damn. Do you know how far along you are?"
Megan shook her head, "No."
Chrystal hugged her tight. This was too much! One girl unwilling to leave this life of bondage and another pregnant because of it. What a fucking nightmare...
Chapter 25 - Savior
Mark sobbed quietly, hugging Jaymie's nude form to his chest. Jaymie was puzzled but nevertheless hugged him back.
It took some courage, but after several minutes of his tears Jaymie worked up the nerve to ask him what was wrong.
Mark's tears tapered some, then stopped all at once. He looked into her questioning face and felt some kind of peace.
"You are simply a gorgeous young woman," he said finally. "Do you feel that? Do you feel that we were meant to be? Just answer me please."
Jaymie didn't know what to say. This certainly wasn't what she expected. "I feel comfortable with you. I don't know why, this is confusing me. I don't normally trust easily. Especially under the current circumstance."
Mark kissed her forehead. "I suppose this affinity with you is connected with my wife's death 13 years ago. You bear an incredible likeness to her. I mean it's unbelievable! And for the first time since her death, I'm ashamed of what I do for a living."
Jaymie kissed her index finger and pressed it to his temple, no longer worried about him changing faces on her. "May I ask why you decided to do this for a living?"
"Uh-huh. I was working as a wrestler for an indy fed when my wife passed. I became distraught. Work didn't matter any more, pleasing the fans didn't matter. Then McMahon came, said he'd like to offer me a job where I could be as fucking ruthless as I wanted to be, a job where anything goes. I took it.
"Right now, the thought of what I've done for the past decade is making my stomach turn. I almost feel like taking a knife to my own throat..."
His story broke Jaymie's heart. This McMahon person must just feed off the negative, she thought to herself. Outloud she said, "But you won't. Will you?"
"No. But I am going to help you escape from here. I can probably sneak you off the estate tonight. We can go away together, just the two of us."
Jaymie pondered that for a minute and a minute only. 2 people were much easier than 8; that much she was sure of. And the thought of running away with a man who loved her in an instant had it's own romantic appeal...
No.
"No," she said outloud. "I can't leave the others. With all that we've been through together, they're like my family. They're the only family I've got actually. I can't leave them."
"Dear god you remind me of her so much! She was loyal to the end as well."
"Listen Mark. We were going to attempt an escape sometime this weekend. Only Ashley, Daniel and Gina don't know about it. Hogan kept them locked away the entire week they were here, and Gina doesn't know because she'd tell. She actually likes being here, but Chrystal thinks that she's been brainwashed or something."
"It's more than possible," admitted Mark. "Tell you what, I'll help all of you get out of here, okay? Here's what we're going to do. Wait, I want the other girls here for this. Would you please?"
"Sure," replied Jaymie quickly. Reluctantly she rose from his warm body and went to the adjoining door picking up the skeleton key on the way. Upon opening the door she called, "Chrystal, Megan please come here." The two glanced at Gina before leaving the room. Megan and Chrystal sat at the foot of the bed watching as Jaymie went to the other door and called for Louisa and Cynthia to join them.
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Cynthia had her arm around Louisa's shoulder when they entered, both looking awfully tired. But as they glanced from Jaymie to Mark and back to Jaymie again, all of a sudden it felt safe to hope.
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