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Thick, honeyed drops of Ella's sexual juices mingled with the senator's seed and drizzled down from her cunt onto the erect cock that stood up proudly, ready to impale her. Inside, her soul was in turmoil...her heart...shattering.
Yet her body betrayed her.
Betrayed her by growing so wet, by humming with a torrent of lurid pleasure.....by orgasming ferociously when a man who had very likely been involved in her father's death held her down and raped her.
Betrayed her by yielding so fully to the brutal pleasure that had been seized and forced to surface from her darkest depths, that her legs trembled weakly and, to her shame, relaxed gratefully and sank her down over Paul's cock.
And betrayed her...by shivering with delight as Paul's rigid shaft speared up into her fiery heat. By all rights, her pussy should have been fucked raw -- yet Ella heard her own traitorous throat release a breathy, sensual moan as her silky inner walls obediently parted around yet another meaty rod. Her slippery cunt lips kissed the base like a welcome lover, rather than the cruel, hired thug who was humiliating her.
Ella tried to cling to her discipline. She'd felt this hollow, empty pit in her chest before, many times. Always when she'd been reminded that she wasn't pretty enough...wasn't appealing enough...wasn't good enough. When she'd been younger, the emptiness had made her cry, but eventually she'd learned to fight it and close herself off until she didn't feel anything. Ella desperately wanted to do that now. She knew that no one, not a soul in this room, if any of these men actually had souls, felt any sympathy for her. So she berated herself for feeling anything. Yet her usual strategies weren't working.
She couldn't stop feeling....because of her treacherous body.
It forced her to feel every wave of pleasure...each sharp stab of pain....it swept her up in a steady, mounting ache of ecstasy until, in the ultimate betrayal, it made her crave the fucking and the sensual torment.
"Yeahh, you fucking cunt, RIDE me!" Paul leered at her as he lay back and looked up at her bouncing tits.
Unable to use her arms, Ella was compelled to lean forward slightly to gain purchase with her hips and knees, so she could thrust herself over Paul's throbbing prick and slide him in and out of her pussy. It was another humiliation that the senator was making her do the work to violate herself. The pain of her shame was tinged with a sweet, growing intoxication as she pumped her hips, grinding her mound and clit against Paul's belly while she slammed her tight snatch up and down his shaft, squeezing him with her inner walls until it nearly made her eyes roll back.
A sudden shock of burning pain seared through Ella's buttocks as Peter swung the paddle through the air with a loud swoosh and slapped it against her exposed cheeks. She yelped sharply, but shivered as the burning sensation made her clit throb with a startling delight.
"A little too tame, princess," Peter sneered. "Come on, bitch, make this interesting - or I'll make it interesting for me."
Whimpering, Ella began to buck harder and faster over Paul's cock, her toes gripping the legs of the coffee table, her thighs, hips, and ass clenching and straining to pump her juicy cunt in swift, brutal strokes along the rigid length of his meat and stir him in her steamy depths. Ella began to vary her position, arching her back until her head hung back toward her ass and her lush tits thrust upward to the overhead lights. Then she slowly drew herself back up and leaned forward, rubbing her nipples over Paul's chest and lifting her ass high. Paul's cock slid out almost to the tip, just his purple, swollen crown wedged inside her folds, before Ella thrust back over him, sheathing him to the hilt. Bowing low over Paul's chest, she humped her ass lewdly up and down, letting his full length slide out each time, exposing her juicy wet cunt as it gaped around his dick and swallowed it down gluttonously.
She listened to his breathing....watched his face...desperate for signs that he would cum soon....
It wasn't that she was tiring and feared Peter's own brand of "encouragement".
No...Ella was feeling Diana take over her....and if she rode Paul like this for too much longer...she would be begging him to bite and suck her nipples...begging for him...for anyone...to use her like a whore...
And in this mindset...in this primal haze...she would do it with a smile on her face.
Yet her body betrayed her.
Betrayed her by growing so wet, by humming with a torrent of lurid pleasure.....by orgasming ferociously when a man who had very likely been involved in her father's death held her down and raped her.
Betrayed her by yielding so fully to the brutal pleasure that had been seized and forced to surface from her darkest depths, that her legs trembled weakly and, to her shame, relaxed gratefully and sank her down over Paul's cock.
And betrayed her...by shivering with delight as Paul's rigid shaft speared up into her fiery heat. By all rights, her pussy should have been fucked raw -- yet Ella heard her own traitorous throat release a breathy, sensual moan as her silky inner walls obediently parted around yet another meaty rod. Her slippery cunt lips kissed the base like a welcome lover, rather than the cruel, hired thug who was humiliating her.
Ella tried to cling to her discipline. She'd felt this hollow, empty pit in her chest before, many times. Always when she'd been reminded that she wasn't pretty enough...wasn't appealing enough...wasn't good enough. When she'd been younger, the emptiness had made her cry, but eventually she'd learned to fight it and close herself off until she didn't feel anything. Ella desperately wanted to do that now. She knew that no one, not a soul in this room, if any of these men actually had souls, felt any sympathy for her. So she berated herself for feeling anything. Yet her usual strategies weren't working.
She couldn't stop feeling....because of her treacherous body.
It forced her to feel every wave of pleasure...each sharp stab of pain....it swept her up in a steady, mounting ache of ecstasy until, in the ultimate betrayal, it made her crave the fucking and the sensual torment.
"Yeahh, you fucking cunt, RIDE me!" Paul leered at her as he lay back and looked up at her bouncing tits.
Unable to use her arms, Ella was compelled to lean forward slightly to gain purchase with her hips and knees, so she could thrust herself over Paul's throbbing prick and slide him in and out of her pussy. It was another humiliation that the senator was making her do the work to violate herself. The pain of her shame was tinged with a sweet, growing intoxication as she pumped her hips, grinding her mound and clit against Paul's belly while she slammed her tight snatch up and down his shaft, squeezing him with her inner walls until it nearly made her eyes roll back.
A sudden shock of burning pain seared through Ella's buttocks as Peter swung the paddle through the air with a loud swoosh and slapped it against her exposed cheeks. She yelped sharply, but shivered as the burning sensation made her clit throb with a startling delight.
"A little too tame, princess," Peter sneered. "Come on, bitch, make this interesting - or I'll make it interesting for me."
Whimpering, Ella began to buck harder and faster over Paul's cock, her toes gripping the legs of the coffee table, her thighs, hips, and ass clenching and straining to pump her juicy cunt in swift, brutal strokes along the rigid length of his meat and stir him in her steamy depths. Ella began to vary her position, arching her back until her head hung back toward her ass and her lush tits thrust upward to the overhead lights. Then she slowly drew herself back up and leaned forward, rubbing her nipples over Paul's chest and lifting her ass high. Paul's cock slid out almost to the tip, just his purple, swollen crown wedged inside her folds, before Ella thrust back over him, sheathing him to the hilt. Bowing low over Paul's chest, she humped her ass lewdly up and down, letting his full length slide out each time, exposing her juicy wet cunt as it gaped around his dick and swallowed it down gluttonously.
She listened to his breathing....watched his face...desperate for signs that he would cum soon....
It wasn't that she was tiring and feared Peter's own brand of "encouragement".
No...Ella was feeling Diana take over her....and if she rode Paul like this for too much longer...she would be begging him to bite and suck her nipples...begging for him...for anyone...to use her like a whore...
And in this mindset...in this primal haze...she would do it with a smile on her face.
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Phoenix was on top of the world. As Ella’s moans and gyrations became wilder, mingled with her cries of pain as Peters “encouragement” struck her bare flesh, he saw a bright future in the graces of the Senator who stood beside him and laughed with pleasure.
“Fuck that WHORE Paul”
The Senator crowed in too soon triumph as Ella’s body bent forward in assumed defeat and Peter lifted the hardwood paddle to drive it against her cum soaked ass cheeks.
“I would if she moved that ass of hers boss”
Paul returned with a grin and thrust his hips upward to demonstrate the stillness of his “rider”…
Again Peter swung and connected with Ella’s unprotected ass and lifted his own confused face to the pair standing beside the camera…
“I think she’s passed out?”
The Senator snorted in amusement and Phoenix grinned, clapping his hand on the mans shoulders as they looked to the now slumped over and still figure of Ella on top of Peter…
“Throw a bucket of cold water on her and wake her up! Unless you think your cock will shrivel in the process?”
Phoenix joked and smiled as the Senator guffawed along. It had become an amusing party, the joke evident in the slumped and now ignored figure all the men could brag they fucked into unconsciousness’…
Only the brag turned suddenly sour in their mouths as a decidedly female voice interjected into the joyous atmosphere…
“Bite me”
Heads swiveled from the pair who stood tossing insults and jokes back to the woman who still straddled Paul…
“ “If you’re going to do it…do it right…Bite my nipples as your brother spanks me…if you’re MAN enough to handle the reaction that is!”
The voice was harder…the flushed face now somehow changed as well, the eyes wilder and gleaming with lust…or insanity? Her hips lifting and driving downward again on Paul’s cock in emphasis as she pushed her breast to his face once again…
“What the hell is going on Phoenix…did you shoot this bitch up with some sort of cocktail?”
The Senators voice was laced with anger as he brushed off the arm Phoenix had casually kept draped over his shoulders…
“I want her beaten and limp, begging for mercy…not demanding more…”
“What’s wrong baby…did you think this party was over so early?”
Diana’s eyes were bright as she smirked at the man and drove her hips down a second time…her moan of pleasure erupting from her throat like a wolf howling as Paul’s teeth seized her nipple and chewed on it…
“We’re just starting…or at least I am!”
The slap of flesh against flesh took over the room, the crows of amusement choking the men’s throats as they watched the woman fuck her rapist and demand Peter’s staff beat her while she rode him.
And Phoenix shifted sideways to increase the distance between him and the Senator’s angry stance…with the arrival of this new woman he saw his own bright future slipping away…and knew it would grow darker unless he could quickly come up with a plan.
"Senator I need to make a phone call and complete the details for tomorrows entertainment...there's two young studs waiting to tag team our little slut next...enjoy yourself while I'm gone..."
Despite the growing unease running up and down his spine he kept the words light and a nonchalant smile on his face...a smile that dropped away as he turned and the Senator's words came to him.
"You do that Phoenix...just make sure you don't disappear...you know how I hate to be kept waiting of left feeling disappointed.
“Fuck that WHORE Paul”
The Senator crowed in too soon triumph as Ella’s body bent forward in assumed defeat and Peter lifted the hardwood paddle to drive it against her cum soaked ass cheeks.
“I would if she moved that ass of hers boss”
Paul returned with a grin and thrust his hips upward to demonstrate the stillness of his “rider”…
Again Peter swung and connected with Ella’s unprotected ass and lifted his own confused face to the pair standing beside the camera…
“I think she’s passed out?”
The Senator snorted in amusement and Phoenix grinned, clapping his hand on the mans shoulders as they looked to the now slumped over and still figure of Ella on top of Peter…
“Throw a bucket of cold water on her and wake her up! Unless you think your cock will shrivel in the process?”
Phoenix joked and smiled as the Senator guffawed along. It had become an amusing party, the joke evident in the slumped and now ignored figure all the men could brag they fucked into unconsciousness’…
Only the brag turned suddenly sour in their mouths as a decidedly female voice interjected into the joyous atmosphere…
“Bite me”
Heads swiveled from the pair who stood tossing insults and jokes back to the woman who still straddled Paul…
“ “If you’re going to do it…do it right…Bite my nipples as your brother spanks me…if you’re MAN enough to handle the reaction that is!”
The voice was harder…the flushed face now somehow changed as well, the eyes wilder and gleaming with lust…or insanity? Her hips lifting and driving downward again on Paul’s cock in emphasis as she pushed her breast to his face once again…
“What the hell is going on Phoenix…did you shoot this bitch up with some sort of cocktail?”
The Senators voice was laced with anger as he brushed off the arm Phoenix had casually kept draped over his shoulders…
“I want her beaten and limp, begging for mercy…not demanding more…”
“What’s wrong baby…did you think this party was over so early?”
Diana’s eyes were bright as she smirked at the man and drove her hips down a second time…her moan of pleasure erupting from her throat like a wolf howling as Paul’s teeth seized her nipple and chewed on it…
“We’re just starting…or at least I am!”
The slap of flesh against flesh took over the room, the crows of amusement choking the men’s throats as they watched the woman fuck her rapist and demand Peter’s staff beat her while she rode him.
And Phoenix shifted sideways to increase the distance between him and the Senator’s angry stance…with the arrival of this new woman he saw his own bright future slipping away…and knew it would grow darker unless he could quickly come up with a plan.
"Senator I need to make a phone call and complete the details for tomorrows entertainment...there's two young studs waiting to tag team our little slut next...enjoy yourself while I'm gone..."
Despite the growing unease running up and down his spine he kept the words light and a nonchalant smile on his face...a smile that dropped away as he turned and the Senator's words came to him.
"You do that Phoenix...just make sure you don't disappear...you know how I hate to be kept waiting of left feeling disappointed.
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Ella felt a strength surging within her as she just let go....let herself revel in that side of her that was Diana. A persona she had created in order to infiltrate Dante's Circle, perhaps at first. But now...now, it was so real...Ella felt in tune with herself like she'd never been.
"Yes, hurry back, Phoenix," she purred with a wicked sneer as she watched the brawny owner of the club slink out of the room. If he'd had a tail, it would be between his legs. "You know how much I love fucking you, baby. And my pussy is getting hotter by the minute -- I might burn these poor boys up without you."
As Ella glanced over her shoulder, she saw Peter staring at her mistrustfully, the paddle loose in his grip. She arched her eyes at him and grinned as if baring her fangs, letting her tongue tease one of her canines.
She leaned forward over Paul once more, rubbed her swollen tits against his chest and thrust her hips--HARD--but gazed at Peter as she wiggled her firm ass before him invitingly.
"Is that all you've got in you, you biggg, baaaddd man?" Ella taunted. "That was hardly even a wake-up call for this sweet tush."
Veins rose on Peter's red, angry face and he growled and swung the paddle back. His arms were tensed to deliver another blow when two sounds echoed loudly through the room:
Paul's deep, gutteral moan of release as he bucked up under Ella--
And the senator's stentorian bellow.
"NO! That bitch is NOT calling the shots!"
Ella was too busy clenching her velvety inner muscles around Paul's quivering, spasming cock to hear Senator Atcheson's infuriated words. She kept riding the prostrate man beneath her, tossing her head back and letting out a shrill, warrior's victory cry...savoring the feel of conquest as Paul's cock surrendered its load to her and softened with amazing speed. Her knees gripped his sides, pressing inward with all her strength, leaving Paul redfaced and gasping like a fish flopping on the deck of a boat.
She swung her gaze around to the senator and Peter just as the latter was insisting he "could teach that whore a lesson she'd never forget".
Chuckling darkly, Ella rose up from the drained, panting body of his brother. She was flushed...drunk with arousal...her nipples puckered and straining....her pussy dripping with cum and the nectar of her own lust. Fixing her dark gaze on Peter, she tilted her head and gave it a cocky, playful jerk...urging him to step forward and show her that lesson.
It was a shameless taunt, and if Ella had been her normal self, she would have been embarrassed at luring the man into a contest that was so unevenly matched.
In her favor.
Although her arms were bound behind her and her body ached with bruises and sensual ravaging, her reflexes were dead-on when Peter lunged at her in a rage and swung the paddle. Ella neatly side-stepped him and used her lithe, muscular legs to kick his out from under him. A swift blow of her heel to his solar plexis knocked the wind out of him and left him writhing at her feet. Grinning at the sight of him, Ella slowly straddled his face, planting her feet on either side of his head, and lowered her pussy just over his gasping mouth.
"All right, you sorry-assed bastard, LICK MY CUNT! If you can't beat me, then EAT ME you pathetic little prick," Ella commanded, her eyes flashing with unquenchable hunger.
Yet just as Ella cooed with pleasure at the feel of Peter's tongue dipping inside her steaming folds, a powerful, paralyzing jolt seared through her, shaking her body from head to toe until her eyes rolled back and she collapsed, violently unconscious.
When Phoenix returned to the room, the first sight that greeted him was the cameraman who'd been employed to film the senator's "revenge"....slumped on a chair by the wall, mopping his sweaty, distressed face with a wet cloth.
The rest of the room was littered with prone bodies, although they were all still breathing. Paul was collapsed on the coffee table, his body twitching slightly...Peter unconscious on the floor...with a naked and still bound Ella out cold, sprawled over him.
Only the senator stood, his face cold with rage, and a tazer gripped so tightly in his hand, his knuckles were white.
The senator turned hard, unfeeling eyes to Phoenix and snapped in a low voice, "Clean up this mess."
It was understood that the senator's demand held more than one meaning.
"Yes, hurry back, Phoenix," she purred with a wicked sneer as she watched the brawny owner of the club slink out of the room. If he'd had a tail, it would be between his legs. "You know how much I love fucking you, baby. And my pussy is getting hotter by the minute -- I might burn these poor boys up without you."
As Ella glanced over her shoulder, she saw Peter staring at her mistrustfully, the paddle loose in his grip. She arched her eyes at him and grinned as if baring her fangs, letting her tongue tease one of her canines.
She leaned forward over Paul once more, rubbed her swollen tits against his chest and thrust her hips--HARD--but gazed at Peter as she wiggled her firm ass before him invitingly.
"Is that all you've got in you, you biggg, baaaddd man?" Ella taunted. "That was hardly even a wake-up call for this sweet tush."
Veins rose on Peter's red, angry face and he growled and swung the paddle back. His arms were tensed to deliver another blow when two sounds echoed loudly through the room:
Paul's deep, gutteral moan of release as he bucked up under Ella--
And the senator's stentorian bellow.
"NO! That bitch is NOT calling the shots!"
Ella was too busy clenching her velvety inner muscles around Paul's quivering, spasming cock to hear Senator Atcheson's infuriated words. She kept riding the prostrate man beneath her, tossing her head back and letting out a shrill, warrior's victory cry...savoring the feel of conquest as Paul's cock surrendered its load to her and softened with amazing speed. Her knees gripped his sides, pressing inward with all her strength, leaving Paul redfaced and gasping like a fish flopping on the deck of a boat.
She swung her gaze around to the senator and Peter just as the latter was insisting he "could teach that whore a lesson she'd never forget".
Chuckling darkly, Ella rose up from the drained, panting body of his brother. She was flushed...drunk with arousal...her nipples puckered and straining....her pussy dripping with cum and the nectar of her own lust. Fixing her dark gaze on Peter, she tilted her head and gave it a cocky, playful jerk...urging him to step forward and show her that lesson.
It was a shameless taunt, and if Ella had been her normal self, she would have been embarrassed at luring the man into a contest that was so unevenly matched.
In her favor.
Although her arms were bound behind her and her body ached with bruises and sensual ravaging, her reflexes were dead-on when Peter lunged at her in a rage and swung the paddle. Ella neatly side-stepped him and used her lithe, muscular legs to kick his out from under him. A swift blow of her heel to his solar plexis knocked the wind out of him and left him writhing at her feet. Grinning at the sight of him, Ella slowly straddled his face, planting her feet on either side of his head, and lowered her pussy just over his gasping mouth.
"All right, you sorry-assed bastard, LICK MY CUNT! If you can't beat me, then EAT ME you pathetic little prick," Ella commanded, her eyes flashing with unquenchable hunger.
Yet just as Ella cooed with pleasure at the feel of Peter's tongue dipping inside her steaming folds, a powerful, paralyzing jolt seared through her, shaking her body from head to toe until her eyes rolled back and she collapsed, violently unconscious.
When Phoenix returned to the room, the first sight that greeted him was the cameraman who'd been employed to film the senator's "revenge"....slumped on a chair by the wall, mopping his sweaty, distressed face with a wet cloth.
The rest of the room was littered with prone bodies, although they were all still breathing. Paul was collapsed on the coffee table, his body twitching slightly...Peter unconscious on the floor...with a naked and still bound Ella out cold, sprawled over him.
Only the senator stood, his face cold with rage, and a tazer gripped so tightly in his hand, his knuckles were white.
The senator turned hard, unfeeling eyes to Phoenix and snapped in a low voice, "Clean up this mess."
It was understood that the senator's demand held more than one meaning.
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Phoenix stared out the window at the clouds passing under the wing, his mind a thousand miles and 20 years in the past.
Desperate times. Living from hand to mouth. How full your belly was often depending on how fast your feet were after you snatched a purse or how well you begged on the corner. And yet despite the cold, hard concrete beds he slept on there was one he felt fortunate to have.
A friend. A young man his own age and in the same dire straits he was in. They grew up watching each others backs and when one fell short of having enough to tide him over the other shared, often leaving two bellies half empty...or as his friend pointed out with a crooked smile..."half full". It was a comfort. To always know there was one person you could count. One somebody that knew how you felt because they had walked the same streets night after night as you had.
But Phoenix knew he had changed all that. Crossed over an unwritten line and violated unspoken trusts. Less than an hour ago he had sat at a table facing this very friend and told him flat out how he had deceived him and plotted to destroy the one thing precious in his life. He had expected anger. Denial, perhaps even for the man to lash out and use his fists on him. But instead all he received was hard eyes and a stare that withered what soul he had left.
And that man now sat a few feet to the side of him on the same plane.
"Your wife’s life depends on you following the Senator's instructions exactly Eric. You've played this game before. Dressed in the mask and leathers she won't have a chance to recognize you and when she reacts?"
That was the only time he had seen Eric react and yet his face had held a carefully bland composure. The planes sound changed...the engine roared as it fought the drag of the flaps and the impending landing...and as the tires protested the feel of the pavement Phoenix knew it wouldn't be long before Eric was hidden under the black garb and facing his own wife.
The question was.... did he take the threats to her life serious enough that he would rape her?
"She's all right Eric...I left her sleeping and with instructions to be given a bath and a good meal, she hasn't gone through anything we didn't ourselves in the past that a good nights sleep wouldn't shrug off."
"The difference is we had a choice Phoenix. You took that away from her by using her sense of honor and duty. You betrayed her...and when this is over...
The words cut at Phoenix. The tone telling him Eric took the situation deadly serious...and his eyes telling him that was exactly how he wanted Phoenix...dead.
Desperate times. Living from hand to mouth. How full your belly was often depending on how fast your feet were after you snatched a purse or how well you begged on the corner. And yet despite the cold, hard concrete beds he slept on there was one he felt fortunate to have.
A friend. A young man his own age and in the same dire straits he was in. They grew up watching each others backs and when one fell short of having enough to tide him over the other shared, often leaving two bellies half empty...or as his friend pointed out with a crooked smile..."half full". It was a comfort. To always know there was one person you could count. One somebody that knew how you felt because they had walked the same streets night after night as you had.
But Phoenix knew he had changed all that. Crossed over an unwritten line and violated unspoken trusts. Less than an hour ago he had sat at a table facing this very friend and told him flat out how he had deceived him and plotted to destroy the one thing precious in his life. He had expected anger. Denial, perhaps even for the man to lash out and use his fists on him. But instead all he received was hard eyes and a stare that withered what soul he had left.
And that man now sat a few feet to the side of him on the same plane.
"Your wife’s life depends on you following the Senator's instructions exactly Eric. You've played this game before. Dressed in the mask and leathers she won't have a chance to recognize you and when she reacts?"
That was the only time he had seen Eric react and yet his face had held a carefully bland composure. The planes sound changed...the engine roared as it fought the drag of the flaps and the impending landing...and as the tires protested the feel of the pavement Phoenix knew it wouldn't be long before Eric was hidden under the black garb and facing his own wife.
The question was.... did he take the threats to her life serious enough that he would rape her?
"She's all right Eric...I left her sleeping and with instructions to be given a bath and a good meal, she hasn't gone through anything we didn't ourselves in the past that a good nights sleep wouldn't shrug off."
"The difference is we had a choice Phoenix. You took that away from her by using her sense of honor and duty. You betrayed her...and when this is over...
The words cut at Phoenix. The tone telling him Eric took the situation deadly serious...and his eyes telling him that was exactly how he wanted Phoenix...dead.
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A dull, heavy throbbing was the first thing that reached through the haze as Ella struggled awake. Her limbs creaked in protest as she shifted and raised her head slightly to gaze around her at the unfamiliar room. It might have been any elegant hotel room. The bed on which she lay was a sumptuous king bed with crisp, clean sheets...there was a plush arm chair in the corner near a small table, and a door that seemed to lead into a bathroom.
For a moment, Ella blinked her eyes in confusion. Then, the searing ache between her thighs brought it all rushing back.
The senator and his hired thugs had ravished her thoroughly....and she'd actually started enjoying it...
A cold, tight knot formed in Ella's gut...as she felt her soul shriveling up in anguish. She'd started enjoying it...they'd used her and humiliated her like the lowest kind of whore....and her body had soared with pleasure.
What was happening to her?!!
Stiffly, Ella managed to swing her legs over the edge of the bed and sit up. The effort made her wince as it awakened the deep soreness of the bruise on her lower back, delivered during that first beating by a careless goon. Seeking solace in that core of her being that was Special Agent MacKenzie, Ella focused all her inner strength on discipline...on working through her immediate situation according to the most logical, rational protocols.
Heal the body first...no escape possible without strength...
She dragged herself toward the bathroom -- which, indeed, it was as she'd guessed -- and flipped on the light. The sight in the mirror astonished her.
She had some bruises all right, mostly on her back, her ass, her wrists and thighs. But more than anything, her body looked like it was permanently aroused and feverish with lust. Her lips were swollen, as were her deep coral nipples. Ella couldn't find the comforting, cool, composed appearance of Special Agent MacKenzie anywhere.
It shook her.
Yet she numbly stepped into the shower, yanking a washcloth from a nearby rack as she turned on the water. As Ella stepped beneath the warm spray, she looked up and saw a security camera angled down at her. Why should she have expected privacy? It nonetheless made her self-conscious as she lathered soap over her aching flesh and began to massage herself back to life. Her hands slid over her breasts, caressing them in a silky wash of suds...was there a security guard out there, somewhere, getting hard as he watched?
In the rising steam, Ella tried to gather her strength and her wits once again, but doubts and sorrow gnawed at her will.
She should be angry right now...using her rage against the senator and Phoenix to harden her resolve and give her that added edge for escape. And yet...Ella no longer knew where she would escape to. Because...oh god.....because a guilty part of her enjoyed being captive here...captive and forced to submit to the dark whims of these men. And that part of her -- Diana -- was going to follow her no matter where she ran. A secret saboteur within her. Ella felt her throat tighten with shame, and it took all of her willpower not to weep....not to cry in front of that camera that mocked her...
The warm water rinsed her clean...physically. Yet inside, Ella felt stained. Like her soul was dingy...like it would never be quite as bright and pure as she had once hoped it could be. Like she would have to hang her head in shame in the presence of a just, honorable man such as her father.
Numbly, Ella shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry herself off. Then she wrapped it around her body and padded back to her room, dark, curly hair dripping down her back.
Dammit, agent, you're off your game! she chided herself inwardly when she saw the tray of dinner sitting on the table. It must have been delivered while she was showering, yet she hadn't heard anyone come in. Her mind was too distracted, too distressed.
Stop it...the self is the worst enemy....don't fight yourself. Heal the body first.... Ella thought calmly, drawing in deep breaths and clinging to what self-control she had left.
Ella sat down and felt the rumblings in her stomach at the thick, savory scent of beef stew that rose up from the bowl on the tray. It comforted her and pained her at the same time. The familiar aroma reminded Ella of that simple meal she and Eric had shared out by the lake...the first night that they had ever made love. The night she had confessed her true identity to him...revealing her betrayal...and yet how stoically Eric had accepted the truth...how steadfastly he'd loved her even then.
Tears began to slide down Ella's cheeks and the spoon trembled against her lips as she swallowed down a mouthful of stew, hardly tasting it. He could love her then...because she was at least a decent person. But now...how could he love her now? Look at what she'd become.
Woodenly, Ella raised and lowered the spoon to her lips...slowly eating the soup...taking bites of bread in between...drinking water....nourishing and filling her body...even as her soul felt so...empty....
She'd failed him. And she'd failed in her mission. Jeff could be dead by now for all she knew...and the senator was powerful enough to make her disappear if he willed it. In the meantime, he would play his games with her...and twist the knife in her heart a little more each time that she lost control and gave into her wild, wanton desire to be used....each time she became exactly like the slut Senator Atcheson told her she was...
How could she ever return to the Bureau....she was a disgrace....
In defiance of all her inner doubts, of the shame that weighed down on her like iron chains, Ella rose from her seat -- having voraciously cleaned the bowl and devoured every crumb of bread -- and performed a thorough search of the room. If she had to flee in nothing but a towel, make her escape and return to the Bureau in utter defeat, she would. Her career might be ruined...she would be haunted throughout her life by the fate to which she'd abandoned a fellow agent....yet she had to hope...had to hope that she might be able to salvage a life. If only Eric would forgive her.
Yet even the most meticulous search revealed nothing that would aid her escape. The grand, floor-to-ceiling window was barred, its seamless glass shatter-proof. There were no vents larger than the size of her foot. And the only door other than the one leading to the bathroom had no hinges....no knob...it must be sealed magnetically and controlled from without.
Sighing in frustration, Ella accepted her imprisonment for now. Her only hope of escape was to fight her way out...perhaps when a guard returned.
So, she stretched out to rest...to let her body heal...yet her eyes swiftly grew heavy and sleep rapidly overtook her weary body...helped along by a mild sedative that had been slipped into her meal...
As she sank back into unconsciousness, her broken, tormented mind reached out for a memory of the one man she trusted....the only man who could save her from herself...in whose strong, comforting embrace she wished she was...safe...
Eric.
He'd caught her once when she'd fallen, as they were unrolling a rug. His response had been swift and certain, his arms a shelter against harm. If only he could catch her again.
For a moment, Ella blinked her eyes in confusion. Then, the searing ache between her thighs brought it all rushing back.
The senator and his hired thugs had ravished her thoroughly....and she'd actually started enjoying it...
A cold, tight knot formed in Ella's gut...as she felt her soul shriveling up in anguish. She'd started enjoying it...they'd used her and humiliated her like the lowest kind of whore....and her body had soared with pleasure.
What was happening to her?!!
Stiffly, Ella managed to swing her legs over the edge of the bed and sit up. The effort made her wince as it awakened the deep soreness of the bruise on her lower back, delivered during that first beating by a careless goon. Seeking solace in that core of her being that was Special Agent MacKenzie, Ella focused all her inner strength on discipline...on working through her immediate situation according to the most logical, rational protocols.
Heal the body first...no escape possible without strength...
She dragged herself toward the bathroom -- which, indeed, it was as she'd guessed -- and flipped on the light. The sight in the mirror astonished her.
She had some bruises all right, mostly on her back, her ass, her wrists and thighs. But more than anything, her body looked like it was permanently aroused and feverish with lust. Her lips were swollen, as were her deep coral nipples. Ella couldn't find the comforting, cool, composed appearance of Special Agent MacKenzie anywhere.
It shook her.
Yet she numbly stepped into the shower, yanking a washcloth from a nearby rack as she turned on the water. As Ella stepped beneath the warm spray, she looked up and saw a security camera angled down at her. Why should she have expected privacy? It nonetheless made her self-conscious as she lathered soap over her aching flesh and began to massage herself back to life. Her hands slid over her breasts, caressing them in a silky wash of suds...was there a security guard out there, somewhere, getting hard as he watched?
In the rising steam, Ella tried to gather her strength and her wits once again, but doubts and sorrow gnawed at her will.
She should be angry right now...using her rage against the senator and Phoenix to harden her resolve and give her that added edge for escape. And yet...Ella no longer knew where she would escape to. Because...oh god.....because a guilty part of her enjoyed being captive here...captive and forced to submit to the dark whims of these men. And that part of her -- Diana -- was going to follow her no matter where she ran. A secret saboteur within her. Ella felt her throat tighten with shame, and it took all of her willpower not to weep....not to cry in front of that camera that mocked her...
The warm water rinsed her clean...physically. Yet inside, Ella felt stained. Like her soul was dingy...like it would never be quite as bright and pure as she had once hoped it could be. Like she would have to hang her head in shame in the presence of a just, honorable man such as her father.
Numbly, Ella shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry herself off. Then she wrapped it around her body and padded back to her room, dark, curly hair dripping down her back.
Dammit, agent, you're off your game! she chided herself inwardly when she saw the tray of dinner sitting on the table. It must have been delivered while she was showering, yet she hadn't heard anyone come in. Her mind was too distracted, too distressed.
Stop it...the self is the worst enemy....don't fight yourself. Heal the body first.... Ella thought calmly, drawing in deep breaths and clinging to what self-control she had left.
Ella sat down and felt the rumblings in her stomach at the thick, savory scent of beef stew that rose up from the bowl on the tray. It comforted her and pained her at the same time. The familiar aroma reminded Ella of that simple meal she and Eric had shared out by the lake...the first night that they had ever made love. The night she had confessed her true identity to him...revealing her betrayal...and yet how stoically Eric had accepted the truth...how steadfastly he'd loved her even then.
Tears began to slide down Ella's cheeks and the spoon trembled against her lips as she swallowed down a mouthful of stew, hardly tasting it. He could love her then...because she was at least a decent person. But now...how could he love her now? Look at what she'd become.
Woodenly, Ella raised and lowered the spoon to her lips...slowly eating the soup...taking bites of bread in between...drinking water....nourishing and filling her body...even as her soul felt so...empty....
She'd failed him. And she'd failed in her mission. Jeff could be dead by now for all she knew...and the senator was powerful enough to make her disappear if he willed it. In the meantime, he would play his games with her...and twist the knife in her heart a little more each time that she lost control and gave into her wild, wanton desire to be used....each time she became exactly like the slut Senator Atcheson told her she was...
How could she ever return to the Bureau....she was a disgrace....
In defiance of all her inner doubts, of the shame that weighed down on her like iron chains, Ella rose from her seat -- having voraciously cleaned the bowl and devoured every crumb of bread -- and performed a thorough search of the room. If she had to flee in nothing but a towel, make her escape and return to the Bureau in utter defeat, she would. Her career might be ruined...she would be haunted throughout her life by the fate to which she'd abandoned a fellow agent....yet she had to hope...had to hope that she might be able to salvage a life. If only Eric would forgive her.
Yet even the most meticulous search revealed nothing that would aid her escape. The grand, floor-to-ceiling window was barred, its seamless glass shatter-proof. There were no vents larger than the size of her foot. And the only door other than the one leading to the bathroom had no hinges....no knob...it must be sealed magnetically and controlled from without.
Sighing in frustration, Ella accepted her imprisonment for now. Her only hope of escape was to fight her way out...perhaps when a guard returned.
So, she stretched out to rest...to let her body heal...yet her eyes swiftly grew heavy and sleep rapidly overtook her weary body...helped along by a mild sedative that had been slipped into her meal...
As she sank back into unconsciousness, her broken, tormented mind reached out for a memory of the one man she trusted....the only man who could save her from herself...in whose strong, comforting embrace she wished she was...safe...
Eric.
He'd caught her once when she'd fallen, as they were unrolling a rug. His response had been swift and certain, his arms a shelter against harm. If only he could catch her again.
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“Agent MacKenzie…GET UP NOW!!!”
“Mmmmmmm?”
“I said get up NOW and get dressed, we’ve only a few minutes before they find me gone…and look for both of us!”
The eyes that stared at her were worried…frightened…the bruises on his face testifying to the harsh reality of what he had gone through and was scared of facing again…his fingers were calm though as he released the heavy leather straps that held her to the beds surface.
“Jeff?”
“All I found was this I’m sorry…but you need to get dressed so WE can get out of HERE!”
Despite the haze she found herself swimming in Ella chuckled and when she was given a frantic look in return she explained.
“I came here to find you…instead you’re here and rescuing me. How do we get out of here?”
Ella rolled and sat up, too obvious she was still reeling and he came to steady her elbow as she rose.
“Here…I won’t look but get dressed, ok?”
Black lycra miniskirt that barely covered her ass, a thong in matching color, an open blouse that didn’t cover the fullness of her breasts and instead highlighted them…His hand steadied her again at her hips as Ella pulled on the thigh length leather boots and slowly straightened to face him.
“Where did my badge come from?
Confusion showed in his face and something else in his eyes as they moved to the doorway and he pointed out.
“I don’t know Diana…there’s a tunnel under the grounds that leads to the carport…we can wire a car and figure out the details later, right?”
She nodded and they moved out of the rooms then into a short hall and a second room that led to the tunnel, their pace no faster than a crawl but quickly moving to an almost full out run as they traveled through it…
“You’re in pretty good shape despite what you’ve been through.” Jeff pointed out as he grasped the doorknob that led to the carport.
“You called me “Diana” back there…why Jeff?” Ella puzzled as she waited for him to open the door.
“I’m sorry…after everything I’ve been through my mind is a bit scrambled…you can understand can’t you?”
“They beat you didn’t they Jeff? The marks on your face do they look the same on the rest of your body? I had thought at first they were using you for bait to draw me here…but now I’m not sure if I were the only person they wanted…”
They moved into a concrete floored and massive room, the smells and markings on the floor telling them it was indeed used for a storage place for cars…. butthere was no proof beyond that for it was vacant of any type of vehicles…instead a lone man walked slowly and carefully towards the pair of them, his face and body hidden by the dark leather mask and clothing he wore.
“Mmmmmmm?”
“I said get up NOW and get dressed, we’ve only a few minutes before they find me gone…and look for both of us!”
The eyes that stared at her were worried…frightened…the bruises on his face testifying to the harsh reality of what he had gone through and was scared of facing again…his fingers were calm though as he released the heavy leather straps that held her to the beds surface.
“Jeff?”
“All I found was this I’m sorry…but you need to get dressed so WE can get out of HERE!”
Despite the haze she found herself swimming in Ella chuckled and when she was given a frantic look in return she explained.
“I came here to find you…instead you’re here and rescuing me. How do we get out of here?”
Ella rolled and sat up, too obvious she was still reeling and he came to steady her elbow as she rose.
“Here…I won’t look but get dressed, ok?”
Black lycra miniskirt that barely covered her ass, a thong in matching color, an open blouse that didn’t cover the fullness of her breasts and instead highlighted them…His hand steadied her again at her hips as Ella pulled on the thigh length leather boots and slowly straightened to face him.
“Where did my badge come from?
Confusion showed in his face and something else in his eyes as they moved to the doorway and he pointed out.
“I don’t know Diana…there’s a tunnel under the grounds that leads to the carport…we can wire a car and figure out the details later, right?”
She nodded and they moved out of the rooms then into a short hall and a second room that led to the tunnel, their pace no faster than a crawl but quickly moving to an almost full out run as they traveled through it…
“You’re in pretty good shape despite what you’ve been through.” Jeff pointed out as he grasped the doorknob that led to the carport.
“You called me “Diana” back there…why Jeff?” Ella puzzled as she waited for him to open the door.
“I’m sorry…after everything I’ve been through my mind is a bit scrambled…you can understand can’t you?”
“They beat you didn’t they Jeff? The marks on your face do they look the same on the rest of your body? I had thought at first they were using you for bait to draw me here…but now I’m not sure if I were the only person they wanted…”
They moved into a concrete floored and massive room, the smells and markings on the floor telling them it was indeed used for a storage place for cars…. butthere was no proof beyond that for it was vacant of any type of vehicles…instead a lone man walked slowly and carefully towards the pair of them, his face and body hidden by the dark leather mask and clothing he wore.
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No.
NO!
They were so close. They had almost escaped.
Now that Ella had found her agent, now that freedom was nearly theirs, she would. Not. Go. Back.
She couldn't face the seductions of being a sensual captive...she couldn't begin the whole cycle anew and feel her sense of self slip even further away.
Despite the soreness and fatigue in her muscles, Ella eased into a cagey, fighting stance...cautiously circling around to the masked man's right.
The man didn't speak. But his stance instantly matched Ella's and she recognized in him a more dangerous opponent than the others. He wasn't gloating like the senator...he didn't waste time with taunts. Yet it was clear that he meant to stop them.
"Jeff....circle around the other way...he can't get us both," Ella instructed in a low, steady voice.
Her gaze remained fixed on the dark, menacing figure who blocked their escape. Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell that Jeff wasn't moving. Perhaps he was too weak or injured?
There was only one choice: sacrifice herself. If she could create the opportunity for her agent's escape, then this entire ordeal would be worth it...it would have at least some meaning.
As she lunged at the masked man, engaging him in combat, Ella shouted urgently to Jeff, "RUN! GO! GET OUT OF HERE!"
A strong, powerful arm blocked her first swing, and even as Ella feinted and then spun around in a round-house kick, the man was eerily ready for her, as if he had easily anticipated her moves. A cold, heavy pit formed in her gut as she recalled spotting at least one Secret Service agent on the plane. She'd have to assume this one had professional training...he was familiar with the same techniques she'd been trained in.
Ella's jaw set with grim determination and her blood coursed fiercely through her veins as she drew on every ounce of willpower, every strategy drilled into her both during her training and her active duty with the Bureau. Inwardly, she cursed her ridiculously skimpy clothing, as it forced her to fight with her breasts flopping free -- a nuisance when her movements needed to be fluid and controlled. She balanced her disadvantage compared to his formidable physique with the agility of her smaller form, delivering her blows more quickly, pulling away before he could seize her in his grip, yet he matched her so well...met each strike with a flawless parry...with an uncanny patience. Ella found herself admiring him begrudgingly -- he fought with no anger, with no contempt for her, which made it difficult to bait him, to provoke him to a hasty, frustrated reaction.
And it was wearing her down.
Even more discouraging for her spirit as she grappled with this man -- this immovable mountain whose determination mirrored her own -- was that Jeff seemed to be rooted in place -- neither escaping, nor coming to her aid.
It was her undoing.
Ella felt herself tiring, and in her desperation she looked to Jeff, poised to blurt out a plea for help...for him to run...anything...
When she froze at the sight of him standing calmly...his expression bemused and sly as he stood with his arms folded across his chest and observed her stalemate with the masked man.
"Jeff...?" Ella gasped in a small, forlorn voice...laced with the first hints of a terrible understanding.
Her hesitation gave the leather-clad man his opening. Quicker than a heartbeat, his arm wrapped around her neck in a firm choke-hold while his free hand seized her wrists and pinned them behind her. Yet he didn't cut off her air...didn't actively harm her...
Lost....betrayed....Ella could only shake her head numbly. "No," she murmured, her voice thin and brittle with crushing heartbreak. "Not you..."
Jeff's face twisted into an arrogant, gloating sneer as he chuckled venomously, "Yes, me, Agent MacKenzie....or should I say, Diana the Slut?"
"But...why?" Ella's words quivered in the air...fragile....on the verge of shattering just as painfully as her faith in everything she'd once...honored...
"I'll tell you soon enough. I'd like to wait for the right moment, though, Agent MacKenzie," Jeff taunted. "Preferably, when you're crying out like a used, broken whore after you've been fucked silly one more time."
"No....NO! FUCK YOU!!!! FUCK YOU TO HELL!!!!" Ella screamed out in bitter, desperate rage. It wasn't fair! She began bucking against the arms that held her like an iron cage and even tried to butt her head back against the man's face, but he anticipated her again and ducked clear without so much as loosening his embrace.
"Don't fight...and you won't be seriously hurt," her masked captor rasped in her ear. Ella couldn't make out his voice...yet the way he spoke seemed to exert a power over her.
Her own, traitorous mind...that side of her that wanted to yield to the force and strength of a man who could tame her....it was her greatest enemy now.
"No.....no...." Ella panted....her gasps eventually turning to sobs of despair as she fought more and more weakly against the firm, unyielding male form that trapped her. Her body kept writhing and undulating in vain, but her struggles were fueled by greater strength of spirit than of the flesh. She hated them all...these vile men who tricked her with dishonesty...with their cowardly conspiracy...she didn't want to be their whore again...couldn't bear the humiliation of feeling herself surrender to all the lewd passions they would prod from her...yet her energy was failing her...
Through the blur of her tears, Ella saw more men entering the room, keeping toward the periphery as strong hands slowly lifted her arms up and secured her wrists in cuffs that must have been lowered down during the fight.
Her escape had been a lie.
A cruel joke.
Instead of a path leading out to freedom...she'd been led full circle...right back into the lion's den...and Ella feared this time it would be worse...
Much worse....because now, her captivity had no meaning. She'd walked into this trap...for nothing.
Nothing.
NO!
They were so close. They had almost escaped.
Now that Ella had found her agent, now that freedom was nearly theirs, she would. Not. Go. Back.
She couldn't face the seductions of being a sensual captive...she couldn't begin the whole cycle anew and feel her sense of self slip even further away.
Despite the soreness and fatigue in her muscles, Ella eased into a cagey, fighting stance...cautiously circling around to the masked man's right.
The man didn't speak. But his stance instantly matched Ella's and she recognized in him a more dangerous opponent than the others. He wasn't gloating like the senator...he didn't waste time with taunts. Yet it was clear that he meant to stop them.
"Jeff....circle around the other way...he can't get us both," Ella instructed in a low, steady voice.
Her gaze remained fixed on the dark, menacing figure who blocked their escape. Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell that Jeff wasn't moving. Perhaps he was too weak or injured?
There was only one choice: sacrifice herself. If she could create the opportunity for her agent's escape, then this entire ordeal would be worth it...it would have at least some meaning.
As she lunged at the masked man, engaging him in combat, Ella shouted urgently to Jeff, "RUN! GO! GET OUT OF HERE!"
A strong, powerful arm blocked her first swing, and even as Ella feinted and then spun around in a round-house kick, the man was eerily ready for her, as if he had easily anticipated her moves. A cold, heavy pit formed in her gut as she recalled spotting at least one Secret Service agent on the plane. She'd have to assume this one had professional training...he was familiar with the same techniques she'd been trained in.
Ella's jaw set with grim determination and her blood coursed fiercely through her veins as she drew on every ounce of willpower, every strategy drilled into her both during her training and her active duty with the Bureau. Inwardly, she cursed her ridiculously skimpy clothing, as it forced her to fight with her breasts flopping free -- a nuisance when her movements needed to be fluid and controlled. She balanced her disadvantage compared to his formidable physique with the agility of her smaller form, delivering her blows more quickly, pulling away before he could seize her in his grip, yet he matched her so well...met each strike with a flawless parry...with an uncanny patience. Ella found herself admiring him begrudgingly -- he fought with no anger, with no contempt for her, which made it difficult to bait him, to provoke him to a hasty, frustrated reaction.
And it was wearing her down.
Even more discouraging for her spirit as she grappled with this man -- this immovable mountain whose determination mirrored her own -- was that Jeff seemed to be rooted in place -- neither escaping, nor coming to her aid.
It was her undoing.
Ella felt herself tiring, and in her desperation she looked to Jeff, poised to blurt out a plea for help...for him to run...anything...
When she froze at the sight of him standing calmly...his expression bemused and sly as he stood with his arms folded across his chest and observed her stalemate with the masked man.
"Jeff...?" Ella gasped in a small, forlorn voice...laced with the first hints of a terrible understanding.
Her hesitation gave the leather-clad man his opening. Quicker than a heartbeat, his arm wrapped around her neck in a firm choke-hold while his free hand seized her wrists and pinned them behind her. Yet he didn't cut off her air...didn't actively harm her...
Lost....betrayed....Ella could only shake her head numbly. "No," she murmured, her voice thin and brittle with crushing heartbreak. "Not you..."
Jeff's face twisted into an arrogant, gloating sneer as he chuckled venomously, "Yes, me, Agent MacKenzie....or should I say, Diana the Slut?"
"But...why?" Ella's words quivered in the air...fragile....on the verge of shattering just as painfully as her faith in everything she'd once...honored...
"I'll tell you soon enough. I'd like to wait for the right moment, though, Agent MacKenzie," Jeff taunted. "Preferably, when you're crying out like a used, broken whore after you've been fucked silly one more time."
"No....NO! FUCK YOU!!!! FUCK YOU TO HELL!!!!" Ella screamed out in bitter, desperate rage. It wasn't fair! She began bucking against the arms that held her like an iron cage and even tried to butt her head back against the man's face, but he anticipated her again and ducked clear without so much as loosening his embrace.
"Don't fight...and you won't be seriously hurt," her masked captor rasped in her ear. Ella couldn't make out his voice...yet the way he spoke seemed to exert a power over her.
Her own, traitorous mind...that side of her that wanted to yield to the force and strength of a man who could tame her....it was her greatest enemy now.
"No.....no...." Ella panted....her gasps eventually turning to sobs of despair as she fought more and more weakly against the firm, unyielding male form that trapped her. Her body kept writhing and undulating in vain, but her struggles were fueled by greater strength of spirit than of the flesh. She hated them all...these vile men who tricked her with dishonesty...with their cowardly conspiracy...she didn't want to be their whore again...couldn't bear the humiliation of feeling herself surrender to all the lewd passions they would prod from her...yet her energy was failing her...
Through the blur of her tears, Ella saw more men entering the room, keeping toward the periphery as strong hands slowly lifted her arms up and secured her wrists in cuffs that must have been lowered down during the fight.
Her escape had been a lie.
A cruel joke.
Instead of a path leading out to freedom...she'd been led full circle...right back into the lion's den...and Ella feared this time it would be worse...
Much worse....because now, her captivity had no meaning. She'd walked into this trap...for nothing.
Nothing.
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Guilt….Adrenalin….heart beating faster and faster as his muscles swelled and hardened from the chemical infusion…eyes sharp and the sense of smell sharpened …the creak of the leather as the woman before him fought her restraints…
Woman? Not just A woman…Ella….his Ella.
God damn them all to hell indeed…curse them for making this happen…curse the bastard Senator and his twisted family for having this kind of power…and Phoenix for wanting some of it so badly he gladly sacrificed everything….and every ONE to get it…curse this mask for muffling his voice so badly not even Ella could recognize it…and finally curse himself for letting it happen…not being enough of a MAN
They intended to break her…tear this woman down…shred her to a point where no one could ever pick up the pieces, Phoenix knew her weakness and so did the Senator…and both used it against her as they rammed their cocks into her over and over again…
But Eric understood a strength neither of then ever would…the ability to give…not just to take…to care for someone greater then you did yourself…and to have the courage to put it all on the line for that person. …
The ring of flesh began to tighten… The men pressing hungrily forward in anticipation of what they thought was to come. Eric understood the growing danger and felt his own body harden, his muscles tensing in readiness as he forced himself to turn slowly…to face his fate…and Ella’s.
“I want THREE men to step forward and strip her. The rest will step OUT of this room and wait until I’m through, I won’t have any man getting in my way…Once I’m done the rest of you will have your chance.”
The dilemma of WHO would be the ones to strip Ella became the focus as man after man looked to each side at their competition…
“JEFF, since it was you that brought this sweet prize to us…you stay…and you…and you…"
The others hesitated as a division was suddenly formed and the three Eric had chosen moved forward quickly.
“I said the REST of you will step OUT of this room and wait your turns…NOW”
Jeff hung back…the other two men coming around Eric on each side to reinforce the division and his words…and Eric fixed his eyes on the largest and hungriest looking male facing him…and tense seconds later took a deep breath as he turned and shuffled out with the others in the garage.
It was down to three now…Eric had reduced the immediate numbers by two thirds… and increased his and Ella’s chances inversely and yet the worst was to come…for Ella.
Eric turned deliberately, knowing he had only seconds to speak to Ella without being suspected…his mind racing with the task of what to say in the limited time…Praying his words would work past her slumped figure and closed eyes…
“There comes a time in each of our lives when our bodies and souls are laid bare. At that moment you must reach inside to one thing most precious in your life and focus on it, never giving up the hope that when you open your eyes again you’ll see HIM”
Again a smaller circle was formed, Jeff lagging back from Ella as two sets of eager hands tore at the garish “police-woman” costume she had arrived in Eric stood with his arms clenched over his chest and betraying the fear he felt for Ella…
In minutes the sight of his mate hanging nude and helpless before them, her eyes still closed as hands roamed over her flesh, Eric slowly walking in a circle around them his eyes scrutinizing her body and trying to ignore the effects the hands were having on it.
Ella's nipples became hard...her breasts rising and falling quickly as her hips swayed back and forth in an growing motion, her skin growing damp and shining from the effort...
“She’s got a bad bruise there…it destroys her otherwise flawless skin.
Fighting to keep the concern out of his voice he pointed out the spot as Ella flinched under the larger mans touch…and Eric gritted his teeth at the response he received.
“We took the starch out of her the first time we fucked her…It was amusing to watch her whimper in pain when I gave her that one.”
And Eric had chosen this man to do it all again to her???
The worry nagged at her even as his blood boiled, the man slapping Ella cruelly across the same tender area, the action driving Eric to near insanity as Ella cried out and her eyes opened.
“Lay off the hard stuff, it’s not the time…yet.”
His warning was growled at the man and echoed off the walls…yet incredibly the man laughed and repeated the action…
“I like my meat tenderized before I fuck it”
It was too much…Eric didn’t remember lifting his clenched hand or driving it forward…yet incredibly he watched the man was lift to his tiptoes and then fold limply to the floor as the meaty sound of flesh against flesh followed the actions.
“The next man that ignores me gets the same, understood?”
The remaining two men stood silently, their forgotten hands still on Ella’s body, her eyes wide open and focused on Eric’s own as if trying to penetrate the mask around them.
“If we can’t rough her up how do we break her?”
Jeff questioned softly and breaking the silence…
And Eric cursed himself silently…his eyes holding the stare between the two of them as he answered.
“You use your hands gently…. your lips…tease every inch of her body until she begs you to stop…and then you keep going…until her body takes over and she begs not to quit…And when she begs long and loud enough the second time...”
The larger men grinned as Jeff grimaced…and Eric remembered something long ago forgotten about the Judas agent…and how his preference ran more towards men. If it was true then perhaps Eric had trimmed Ella's abuse down to two men...one of them being himself.
“Then we fuck her”
Woman? Not just A woman…Ella….his Ella.
God damn them all to hell indeed…curse them for making this happen…curse the bastard Senator and his twisted family for having this kind of power…and Phoenix for wanting some of it so badly he gladly sacrificed everything….and every ONE to get it…curse this mask for muffling his voice so badly not even Ella could recognize it…and finally curse himself for letting it happen…not being enough of a MAN
They intended to break her…tear this woman down…shred her to a point where no one could ever pick up the pieces, Phoenix knew her weakness and so did the Senator…and both used it against her as they rammed their cocks into her over and over again…
But Eric understood a strength neither of then ever would…the ability to give…not just to take…to care for someone greater then you did yourself…and to have the courage to put it all on the line for that person. …
The ring of flesh began to tighten… The men pressing hungrily forward in anticipation of what they thought was to come. Eric understood the growing danger and felt his own body harden, his muscles tensing in readiness as he forced himself to turn slowly…to face his fate…and Ella’s.
“I want THREE men to step forward and strip her. The rest will step OUT of this room and wait until I’m through, I won’t have any man getting in my way…Once I’m done the rest of you will have your chance.”
The dilemma of WHO would be the ones to strip Ella became the focus as man after man looked to each side at their competition…
“JEFF, since it was you that brought this sweet prize to us…you stay…and you…and you…"
The others hesitated as a division was suddenly formed and the three Eric had chosen moved forward quickly.
“I said the REST of you will step OUT of this room and wait your turns…NOW”
Jeff hung back…the other two men coming around Eric on each side to reinforce the division and his words…and Eric fixed his eyes on the largest and hungriest looking male facing him…and tense seconds later took a deep breath as he turned and shuffled out with the others in the garage.
It was down to three now…Eric had reduced the immediate numbers by two thirds… and increased his and Ella’s chances inversely and yet the worst was to come…for Ella.
Eric turned deliberately, knowing he had only seconds to speak to Ella without being suspected…his mind racing with the task of what to say in the limited time…Praying his words would work past her slumped figure and closed eyes…
“There comes a time in each of our lives when our bodies and souls are laid bare. At that moment you must reach inside to one thing most precious in your life and focus on it, never giving up the hope that when you open your eyes again you’ll see HIM”
Again a smaller circle was formed, Jeff lagging back from Ella as two sets of eager hands tore at the garish “police-woman” costume she had arrived in Eric stood with his arms clenched over his chest and betraying the fear he felt for Ella…
In minutes the sight of his mate hanging nude and helpless before them, her eyes still closed as hands roamed over her flesh, Eric slowly walking in a circle around them his eyes scrutinizing her body and trying to ignore the effects the hands were having on it.
Ella's nipples became hard...her breasts rising and falling quickly as her hips swayed back and forth in an growing motion, her skin growing damp and shining from the effort...
“She’s got a bad bruise there…it destroys her otherwise flawless skin.
Fighting to keep the concern out of his voice he pointed out the spot as Ella flinched under the larger mans touch…and Eric gritted his teeth at the response he received.
“We took the starch out of her the first time we fucked her…It was amusing to watch her whimper in pain when I gave her that one.”
And Eric had chosen this man to do it all again to her???
The worry nagged at her even as his blood boiled, the man slapping Ella cruelly across the same tender area, the action driving Eric to near insanity as Ella cried out and her eyes opened.
“Lay off the hard stuff, it’s not the time…yet.”
His warning was growled at the man and echoed off the walls…yet incredibly the man laughed and repeated the action…
“I like my meat tenderized before I fuck it”
It was too much…Eric didn’t remember lifting his clenched hand or driving it forward…yet incredibly he watched the man was lift to his tiptoes and then fold limply to the floor as the meaty sound of flesh against flesh followed the actions.
“The next man that ignores me gets the same, understood?”
The remaining two men stood silently, their forgotten hands still on Ella’s body, her eyes wide open and focused on Eric’s own as if trying to penetrate the mask around them.
“If we can’t rough her up how do we break her?”
Jeff questioned softly and breaking the silence…
And Eric cursed himself silently…his eyes holding the stare between the two of them as he answered.
“You use your hands gently…. your lips…tease every inch of her body until she begs you to stop…and then you keep going…until her body takes over and she begs not to quit…And when she begs long and loud enough the second time...”
The larger men grinned as Jeff grimaced…and Eric remembered something long ago forgotten about the Judas agent…and how his preference ran more towards men. If it was true then perhaps Eric had trimmed Ella's abuse down to two men...one of them being himself.
“Then we fuck her”
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There comes a time in each of our lives when our bodies and souls are laid bare. At that moment you must reach inside to one thing most precious in your life and focus on it, never giving up the hope that when you open your eyes again you’ll see HIM...
Ella trembled at the words whispered to her by the man who was concealed behind a mask -- and yet, had he just revealed himself to her?
Was it...?
He had been oddly careful to avoid harming her or doing any severe, permanent damage, even when she'd fought him with all her strength. Even more curious, he seemed to be taking subtle measures to shield her from the clumsy, brutish cruelty of the other men.
Eric?
Her breathing grew as rapid and agitated as her pulse. Did she dare hope?
It could be yet another trap, her training told her. This mysterious, leather-clad man could be deliberately, sadistically building up her hopes, the better to break her when he made her see another betrayal.
Break her. Ella was grateful that the shivering gasps drawn from her by the gentler, more sensual touches that were now seducing her body had masked the sharp guffaw that escaped her lips. Didn't they know she was already broken?
How could they? They didn't care about her as a real human being...to them, she was just a "woman", a generic plaything and punching bag...all women were alike, weren't they? Just tits, ass, and cunt....it mattered little what was inside...So they couldn't know...
"Broken" was a teenage girl too crushed by grief to be able to cry at her own father's funeral...a closed-casket funeral, since the once strong, vibrant, smiling man who had always sheltered her had been charred to a cinder like a common bit of wood or crumpled old newspaper.
Something inside Ella stirred...a fire in her soul that would put that horrible Phoenix's chosen namesake to shame. You CAN'T break something that's already been broken, she chuckled inwardly.
And what was more....she had already been taught to rise from the ashes by a man...whom she suspected was in the room with her now, by her side once again...putting himself at risk to save her as he had already done before.
Could she know for certain? No...there were no guarantees.
But she could hope. And if Eric had come this far...if he was willing to make the sacrifice for her sake, she couldn't be weak for him, not now. She had to be strong.
She couldn't fear. Even Diana...she would have to embrace that side of herself, make peace with her own dark desires and let them become a tool she could turn against Senator Atcheson and Phoenix, so that she and Eric could escape.
"Ahhhhhh," Ella moaned, her body arching like a gracefully bent bow, as hands glided over her exposed flesh.
Her amber eyes glowed warm as she caught the gaze of the masked man for a fleeting instant, and in that instant she let flow all the hope and trust that welled up in her being. Her heart soared as she thought she recognized Eric's eyes...eyes that pierced her soul like no other...but he soon moved around her.
...so as not to arouse suspicion...
Every hand that touched her now caressed with infinite patience...with no object other than to give her pleasure. Even the hands that had beaten her during her first ordeal now teased her nipples with almost the same tenderness that a lover would show...stroked her neck and shoulders so deliciously, Ella moaned with need...and darted along the smooth flesh of her inner thighs in a maddening tease, arousing her womanly heat yet holding back enough to make her squirm in frustration.
Where at first she'd fought against her bonds, strained her arms over her head, Ella now danced with desire amid a circle of men who all seemed to be caught up in the same spell...all of them bending to Eric's will...following the course he commanded and finding themselves just as caught up in it as Ella was.
"Ohh! Aahhh!! YESSSSSS!!" Ella whimpered in ecstasy as fingers pinched more firmly around her engorged, stiffened nipples, tugging the pert little buds and sending tongues of pleasure licking through her entire body.
Ella didn't fight.
She surrendered.
She did indeed plunge deep into her soul and resurrect her deepest hope, her faith that Eric had found her and that...by surrendering her trust to him...he could give them both the strength to survive.
Ella trembled at the words whispered to her by the man who was concealed behind a mask -- and yet, had he just revealed himself to her?
Was it...?
He had been oddly careful to avoid harming her or doing any severe, permanent damage, even when she'd fought him with all her strength. Even more curious, he seemed to be taking subtle measures to shield her from the clumsy, brutish cruelty of the other men.
Eric?
Her breathing grew as rapid and agitated as her pulse. Did she dare hope?
It could be yet another trap, her training told her. This mysterious, leather-clad man could be deliberately, sadistically building up her hopes, the better to break her when he made her see another betrayal.
Break her. Ella was grateful that the shivering gasps drawn from her by the gentler, more sensual touches that were now seducing her body had masked the sharp guffaw that escaped her lips. Didn't they know she was already broken?
How could they? They didn't care about her as a real human being...to them, she was just a "woman", a generic plaything and punching bag...all women were alike, weren't they? Just tits, ass, and cunt....it mattered little what was inside...So they couldn't know...
"Broken" was a teenage girl too crushed by grief to be able to cry at her own father's funeral...a closed-casket funeral, since the once strong, vibrant, smiling man who had always sheltered her had been charred to a cinder like a common bit of wood or crumpled old newspaper.
Something inside Ella stirred...a fire in her soul that would put that horrible Phoenix's chosen namesake to shame. You CAN'T break something that's already been broken, she chuckled inwardly.
And what was more....she had already been taught to rise from the ashes by a man...whom she suspected was in the room with her now, by her side once again...putting himself at risk to save her as he had already done before.
Could she know for certain? No...there were no guarantees.
But she could hope. And if Eric had come this far...if he was willing to make the sacrifice for her sake, she couldn't be weak for him, not now. She had to be strong.
She couldn't fear. Even Diana...she would have to embrace that side of herself, make peace with her own dark desires and let them become a tool she could turn against Senator Atcheson and Phoenix, so that she and Eric could escape.
"Ahhhhhh," Ella moaned, her body arching like a gracefully bent bow, as hands glided over her exposed flesh.
Her amber eyes glowed warm as she caught the gaze of the masked man for a fleeting instant, and in that instant she let flow all the hope and trust that welled up in her being. Her heart soared as she thought she recognized Eric's eyes...eyes that pierced her soul like no other...but he soon moved around her.
...so as not to arouse suspicion...
Every hand that touched her now caressed with infinite patience...with no object other than to give her pleasure. Even the hands that had beaten her during her first ordeal now teased her nipples with almost the same tenderness that a lover would show...stroked her neck and shoulders so deliciously, Ella moaned with need...and darted along the smooth flesh of her inner thighs in a maddening tease, arousing her womanly heat yet holding back enough to make her squirm in frustration.
Where at first she'd fought against her bonds, strained her arms over her head, Ella now danced with desire amid a circle of men who all seemed to be caught up in the same spell...all of them bending to Eric's will...following the course he commanded and finding themselves just as caught up in it as Ella was.
"Ohh! Aahhh!! YESSSSSS!!" Ella whimpered in ecstasy as fingers pinched more firmly around her engorged, stiffened nipples, tugging the pert little buds and sending tongues of pleasure licking through her entire body.
Ella didn't fight.
She surrendered.
She did indeed plunge deep into her soul and resurrect her deepest hope, her faith that Eric had found her and that...by surrendering her trust to him...he could give them both the strength to survive.
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For men intent on brutalizing and raping a woman the two quickly became aroused by the idea and actions of seducing her instead…
Ella’s feet hung a full foot off the ground as Jeff knelt and lapped hungrily at her elevated and open sex…her eyes opening wide as his tongue penetrated her sex, her body quivering and shaking as she approached an orgasm forced on her by the probing hands and fingers she failed to resist over the past twenty minutes…
“If we’re going to fuck her…she’s ready…but she’s too damn high for even my cock to reach.”
The smirking face and voice of the man behind her echoed off the concrete walls, the lust written on his face as he pawed Ella’s breasts from behind and twisted her nipples into harder, longer buttons…
“Stop Jeff before she does cum…and lower her down to the ground.”
The moment had arrived…Ella’s fate would be decided in the next few minutes…she would either face it on her knees as a hoard of men raped her senseless…
.....................................................OR?.....................................................
Ella’s feet touched the ground and her legs gave way…and as the rope continued to play out she crouched on her knees looking up at the men.
“Release her hands…she’s going to crawl over to me and beg. With that ass and those firm tits she ought to make quite a sight for the men watching on thier monitors.”
Eric backed up and moved to his right…the angle would indeed allow the camera to track her as she crawled…a sight even the strongest willed man would find hard to resist…and an egotistic type would find…impossible?
The distance was fifty foot now…an easy distance to cross if Ella had the strength…and the faith?
“Crawl to me Agent El…Keep your head high and wiggle that ass…I want the Senator to enjoy the sight of the woman he hates so badly…he’ll want a good record of you groveling before we have our fun.”
Across the distance Eric willed and prayed for Ella to understand. On the plane he had decided regardless of what the Senator ordered and no matter how well he carried out those orders the pair of them would not leave the site alive…They had one choice and that was to play on the ego of the Senator and his belief he was “all powerful”…
“Crawl…slut.”
He ordered dramatically and then held his breath, his arms across his chest as he watched Ella place her hands on the cold, concrete floor and lift her head as had ordered…then slowly begin to crawl…
Only “Crawl” wasn’t an apt enough description…her hips swayed side to side…her breasts moving gently forwards and then back, the hard nipples evident despite the distance that separated them. With her head held high the thought of an erotic tigress stalking her victim came to his mind…and as she drew closer the smoky look in her eyes did nothing to deter the image…
What did were the words she spoke as she stopped ten foot short and knelt before him and settled back in a kneeling position.
“Please…. fuck…. me…please… dear god….FUCK ME?”
Eric held his breath…the moment was indeed here…in a few minutes they would be using Ella in every hole of her well shaped body…
Hold it one minute!
The door behind them rattled open and the Senator himself strode through it…his eyes intent on the kneeling and nude figure, the bulge in his pants making it quite evident he had a clear view of Ella’s procession across the concrete as well as what he intended to do about it. In his haste he pushed past Eric to stand over his “prize”.
Eric was almost glad the Senator’s body blocked his sight of Ella…for as the man had arrived her face first showed how terrified she was and then as her shoulders slumped her calm acceptance.
The charade was over…and as the Senator began to gloat over Ella, Eric tore the leather hood off his head and drew deeply of the fresh, untainted air into his lungs.
And stepped forward as the Senator laughed evilly to wrap his arms around the white haired mans own arms and neck, his own growled words and actions cutting off the Senators….
“ I should break your neck RIGHT NOW, Senator…But I can’t…only because you’re going to be our ticket out of here.”
Ella’s feet hung a full foot off the ground as Jeff knelt and lapped hungrily at her elevated and open sex…her eyes opening wide as his tongue penetrated her sex, her body quivering and shaking as she approached an orgasm forced on her by the probing hands and fingers she failed to resist over the past twenty minutes…
“If we’re going to fuck her…she’s ready…but she’s too damn high for even my cock to reach.”
The smirking face and voice of the man behind her echoed off the concrete walls, the lust written on his face as he pawed Ella’s breasts from behind and twisted her nipples into harder, longer buttons…
“Stop Jeff before she does cum…and lower her down to the ground.”
The moment had arrived…Ella’s fate would be decided in the next few minutes…she would either face it on her knees as a hoard of men raped her senseless…
.....................................................OR?.....................................................
Ella’s feet touched the ground and her legs gave way…and as the rope continued to play out she crouched on her knees looking up at the men.
“Release her hands…she’s going to crawl over to me and beg. With that ass and those firm tits she ought to make quite a sight for the men watching on thier monitors.”
Eric backed up and moved to his right…the angle would indeed allow the camera to track her as she crawled…a sight even the strongest willed man would find hard to resist…and an egotistic type would find…impossible?
The distance was fifty foot now…an easy distance to cross if Ella had the strength…and the faith?
“Crawl to me Agent El…Keep your head high and wiggle that ass…I want the Senator to enjoy the sight of the woman he hates so badly…he’ll want a good record of you groveling before we have our fun.”
Across the distance Eric willed and prayed for Ella to understand. On the plane he had decided regardless of what the Senator ordered and no matter how well he carried out those orders the pair of them would not leave the site alive…They had one choice and that was to play on the ego of the Senator and his belief he was “all powerful”…
“Crawl…slut.”
He ordered dramatically and then held his breath, his arms across his chest as he watched Ella place her hands on the cold, concrete floor and lift her head as had ordered…then slowly begin to crawl…
Only “Crawl” wasn’t an apt enough description…her hips swayed side to side…her breasts moving gently forwards and then back, the hard nipples evident despite the distance that separated them. With her head held high the thought of an erotic tigress stalking her victim came to his mind…and as she drew closer the smoky look in her eyes did nothing to deter the image…
What did were the words she spoke as she stopped ten foot short and knelt before him and settled back in a kneeling position.
“Please…. fuck…. me…please… dear god….FUCK ME?”
Eric held his breath…the moment was indeed here…in a few minutes they would be using Ella in every hole of her well shaped body…
Hold it one minute!
The door behind them rattled open and the Senator himself strode through it…his eyes intent on the kneeling and nude figure, the bulge in his pants making it quite evident he had a clear view of Ella’s procession across the concrete as well as what he intended to do about it. In his haste he pushed past Eric to stand over his “prize”.
Eric was almost glad the Senator’s body blocked his sight of Ella…for as the man had arrived her face first showed how terrified she was and then as her shoulders slumped her calm acceptance.
The charade was over…and as the Senator began to gloat over Ella, Eric tore the leather hood off his head and drew deeply of the fresh, untainted air into his lungs.
And stepped forward as the Senator laughed evilly to wrap his arms around the white haired mans own arms and neck, his own growled words and actions cutting off the Senators….
“ I should break your neck RIGHT NOW, Senator…But I can’t…only because you’re going to be our ticket out of here.”
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It was with a no small satisfaction that Ella broke the man's arm. The same fool who had inflicted the deep bruise on her lower back lunged toward Eric in an attempt to free the senator, and Ella was on her feet instantly. Transformed from a kneeling, supplicant slut to a highly trained agent in a heartbeat, Ella was not surprised to see Jeff hanging back and watching the scene unfold with great caution -- leaving her free to execute a simple defensive maneuver that left the would-be attacker writhing on the floor. A broken arm for a bruise: she figured she'd come out ahead in the trade.
With a shaky grin on her face, her limbs tense and trembling with adrenaline, Ella turned toward her mate and murmured, "I love you...what's the plan?"
She dearly hoped that Eric had one, for the senator's hired goons were already charging into the room and prowling around the perimeter, gauging their chances of freeing the senator with an all-out attack before Eric snapped his neck.
And the senator was doing his best to bully Eric into losing nerve.
"You...wouldn't dare," the purple-faced patrician wheezed as Eric's muscular forearm pressed tightly against his windpipe. "I'm...too im...important....you'd be LUCKY to get..***** in prison..."
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Eric retorted darkly, squeezing his arm a little harder for emphasis. "Does it scare you to think that for all your power, you'll still die like any other man?"
"Use him as a shield. If they try to shoot us and hit him, we'll get off easily," Ella said with a nod toward the men who had gathered on the far side of the room. Then, her lips curled in a sly smile as she added. "And if that happens, Senator Stanton will no doubt be grateful enough for our assistance that he'll make sure we get the best legal help."
As Ella had hoped, her casual mention of Harold Stanton, a long-time rival of Senator Atcheson, produced the desired effect: Atcheson went rigid and gaped in utter mortification.
"Stanton!?!!" he hissed. His eyes rolled wildly, although trapped as he was in Eric's deadlock, he couldn't turn his gaze toward Ella.
She let him stew in his uncertainty, and kept herself close to Eric and on the very margins of Senator Atcheson's peripheral vision. While she kept her eyes steadily fixed on the half dozen thugs who glowered uncertainly back at her and Eric from the other side of the room, Ella felt around Eric's hips and then grinned at the lump she felt down the front right side of his pants. Her smile broadened as she slid her hand inside to grasp the concealed prize.
"And here I thought you were just happy to see me," she teased her beloved in a breathy purr as she withdrew the cell phone from Eric's pocket.
Eric chuckled in return, "I'll be happier to see you without the audience here."
Ella flipped open the phone, and within a minute had Assistant Director Carleton on the line. She kept her request for backup brief and to the point.
"Yes sir...I'm fine. Send four teams to Senator Atcheson's mansion, he's the one who's been holding me. I haven't surveyed the entire premises, but from what I have seen, there are grounds for a warrant to investigate for illegal activities...yes, if Senator Stanton would like to have some of his people come along, it would probably be useful for any future hearings of the ethics committee."
The call lasted less than two minutes. Yet in that time, Ella had watched the aggression and menace in the eyes of the men across the room rapidly turn to anxiety and alarm as they realized that federal agents would be converging on the estate en masse.
Ella glanced to Eric. They still weren't out of the woods yet. So help her, though, if she had to run naked through those woods with Eric for miles and miles, she would. It was....strange. She didn't feel exposed or humiliated in her nudity. When she had overcome the brief flicker of humiliation and rebellion at being commanded to crawl, Ella had sensed a deep power swelling within her. A primal strength. Crawling naked hadn't diminished her, it had stirred within her heart the thrill of the hunt. It almost hadn't surprised her when Senator Atcheson had barged into the room, putting himself right in her path -- not, as he might have believed, as a conqueror...but as her prey.
Brushing her fingers lightly against Eric's hip, Ella murmured softly, "What's our next step, Eric?" She breathed his name as though it were love itself. "I don't know this room....there are two doors..."
With a shaky grin on her face, her limbs tense and trembling with adrenaline, Ella turned toward her mate and murmured, "I love you...what's the plan?"
She dearly hoped that Eric had one, for the senator's hired goons were already charging into the room and prowling around the perimeter, gauging their chances of freeing the senator with an all-out attack before Eric snapped his neck.
And the senator was doing his best to bully Eric into losing nerve.
"You...wouldn't dare," the purple-faced patrician wheezed as Eric's muscular forearm pressed tightly against his windpipe. "I'm...too im...important....you'd be LUCKY to get..***** in prison..."
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Eric retorted darkly, squeezing his arm a little harder for emphasis. "Does it scare you to think that for all your power, you'll still die like any other man?"
"Use him as a shield. If they try to shoot us and hit him, we'll get off easily," Ella said with a nod toward the men who had gathered on the far side of the room. Then, her lips curled in a sly smile as she added. "And if that happens, Senator Stanton will no doubt be grateful enough for our assistance that he'll make sure we get the best legal help."
As Ella had hoped, her casual mention of Harold Stanton, a long-time rival of Senator Atcheson, produced the desired effect: Atcheson went rigid and gaped in utter mortification.
"Stanton!?!!" he hissed. His eyes rolled wildly, although trapped as he was in Eric's deadlock, he couldn't turn his gaze toward Ella.
She let him stew in his uncertainty, and kept herself close to Eric and on the very margins of Senator Atcheson's peripheral vision. While she kept her eyes steadily fixed on the half dozen thugs who glowered uncertainly back at her and Eric from the other side of the room, Ella felt around Eric's hips and then grinned at the lump she felt down the front right side of his pants. Her smile broadened as she slid her hand inside to grasp the concealed prize.
"And here I thought you were just happy to see me," she teased her beloved in a breathy purr as she withdrew the cell phone from Eric's pocket.
Eric chuckled in return, "I'll be happier to see you without the audience here."
Ella flipped open the phone, and within a minute had Assistant Director Carleton on the line. She kept her request for backup brief and to the point.
"Yes sir...I'm fine. Send four teams to Senator Atcheson's mansion, he's the one who's been holding me. I haven't surveyed the entire premises, but from what I have seen, there are grounds for a warrant to investigate for illegal activities...yes, if Senator Stanton would like to have some of his people come along, it would probably be useful for any future hearings of the ethics committee."
The call lasted less than two minutes. Yet in that time, Ella had watched the aggression and menace in the eyes of the men across the room rapidly turn to anxiety and alarm as they realized that federal agents would be converging on the estate en masse.
Ella glanced to Eric. They still weren't out of the woods yet. So help her, though, if she had to run naked through those woods with Eric for miles and miles, she would. It was....strange. She didn't feel exposed or humiliated in her nudity. When she had overcome the brief flicker of humiliation and rebellion at being commanded to crawl, Ella had sensed a deep power swelling within her. A primal strength. Crawling naked hadn't diminished her, it had stirred within her heart the thrill of the hunt. It almost hadn't surprised her when Senator Atcheson had barged into the room, putting himself right in her path -- not, as he might have believed, as a conqueror...but as her prey.
Brushing her fingers lightly against Eric's hip, Ella murmured softly, "What's our next step, Eric?" She breathed his name as though it were love itself. "I don't know this room....there are two doors..."
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"Back to the recording room...the one place this bastard will regret each and every day as he rots in prison."
The Senator squirmed and tried to break free, his efforts useless as Ella and Eric grinned at him.
"Pound on the door behind us Ella, you'll see a friendly face behind it when it opens"
Later Eric would tell Ella of the meager plans he had been able to make...how he had drew a promise from Shane that he'd help in any way he could and how when he had arrived Shane had been the one to help him dress...giving the pair of them time to peice together a plan...
The door opened quicly in response to Ella's fist and Shane's smiling face appeared...
"Looking for a party...anyone?" He chirped and ignored the fact that Ella was only inches away from him stark nude...his eyes focusing on the purple faced Senator and Eric's grinning face behind him. Better hurry...I take it you've been able to call the calvary?"
Ella quickly filled him in as they moved down the vacated hallway and Shane nodded then turned to open another door made of solid metal...
"This room has it's own power supply, water and air system, completely isolated and isolated from the rest of the house...you couldn't pick a better place to make a last stand...or wait to be rescued...If Ella's estimation is correct we have about an hour before her agents arrive...enough time to stow the Senator safely away...go through the articles Eric and I discussed...and get Ella cleaned up and dressed."
For the first time Shane let his eyes drop from the shoulder height he had been keeping them at and wander up and down Ella's nude form...and winked at her.
"Not that I mind you the way you are, good lookin...but so the boys can keep their minds on the business of rounding up the rest of the party outside.
"Speaking of that...I've been watching the monitors and it seems the rats are fleeing the ship...there won't be many left to arrest..."
Eric pointed out and released his chokehold...then reached for the set of manacles Ella held out to him with a grin.
"You wouldn't DARE!" The Senator barked with the last of his rapidly dwindling authority as Eric easily manhandled him to a heavy chair before cuffing him to it.
"How about these?" Shane offered and the trio laughed as he held up a ball gag...
"I wouldn't mind watching the bastard choke to death on it." Eric eyed the now silent and suddenly shriveled man. "Despite justice and all that he deserves much worse than he'll get in a court of law, maybe Ella wouldn't mind if I took him back to the old neighborhood and "lost" him?"
Shane’s smile slipped a bit as the acid tone Eric used testified to how serious his offer was...and he made a point of turning to the wall lined with monitors, recording equipment and a sizable pile of CD's carefully labeled in individual cases.
We have better and much more needed things to do with our time I think...I separated the recordings as you asked Eric...and also thought a mug shot of each of the men that just fled might come in handy so I made stills of them on that one. The Senator's face shows clearly in at least a dozen past sessions so there's no need...
His sentence drifted off and he turned to Ella, his face flushed with guilty shame...
"I'm sorry Ella...if I only knew who you were. And had more courage one I did?"
It was Eric's turn to change the subject and rescue Shane from his own damnation...
"Hey buddy...did you get that set of clothes as well...or are you going to stare at my wife all day?"
And then he laughed...letting the stress finally slip off that had been growing each day...his hand snaking out to pull Ella to him...kissing her as Shane moved to a closet and lifted out a pants suit complete with shoes and undergarments.
“The gray color of the suit and the cut of the undergarments are all Eric’s idea…he insisted on a professional appearance on the outside…with a sexier look under it all, so blame him if you don’t think it’s appropriate?
Eric handed Ella the badge that had been hung on her former clothing in contempt, his eyes telling how much he cared for her…as well as the fear he had fought over losing her, then placed himself between Ella and the Senator before leaning down towards the man with a dark look on his face as he gripped the arms of the chair.
“Get dressed El…I’ll make sure this…man… minds his manners in the presence of a lady.”
Shane took the hint easily and as Eric lifted and turned the Senator and his chair he turned his back as well, concentrating on the monitors as Ella moved to the clothing and shoes…
“I’d say you have less than five minutes before we have visitors Ella, judging by the gear on those men and the big letters on their jackets... your agents are here early.”
The Senator squirmed and tried to break free, his efforts useless as Ella and Eric grinned at him.
"Pound on the door behind us Ella, you'll see a friendly face behind it when it opens"
Later Eric would tell Ella of the meager plans he had been able to make...how he had drew a promise from Shane that he'd help in any way he could and how when he had arrived Shane had been the one to help him dress...giving the pair of them time to peice together a plan...
The door opened quicly in response to Ella's fist and Shane's smiling face appeared...
"Looking for a party...anyone?" He chirped and ignored the fact that Ella was only inches away from him stark nude...his eyes focusing on the purple faced Senator and Eric's grinning face behind him. Better hurry...I take it you've been able to call the calvary?"
Ella quickly filled him in as they moved down the vacated hallway and Shane nodded then turned to open another door made of solid metal...
"This room has it's own power supply, water and air system, completely isolated and isolated from the rest of the house...you couldn't pick a better place to make a last stand...or wait to be rescued...If Ella's estimation is correct we have about an hour before her agents arrive...enough time to stow the Senator safely away...go through the articles Eric and I discussed...and get Ella cleaned up and dressed."
For the first time Shane let his eyes drop from the shoulder height he had been keeping them at and wander up and down Ella's nude form...and winked at her.
"Not that I mind you the way you are, good lookin...but so the boys can keep their minds on the business of rounding up the rest of the party outside.
"Speaking of that...I've been watching the monitors and it seems the rats are fleeing the ship...there won't be many left to arrest..."
Eric pointed out and released his chokehold...then reached for the set of manacles Ella held out to him with a grin.
"You wouldn't DARE!" The Senator barked with the last of his rapidly dwindling authority as Eric easily manhandled him to a heavy chair before cuffing him to it.
"How about these?" Shane offered and the trio laughed as he held up a ball gag...
"I wouldn't mind watching the bastard choke to death on it." Eric eyed the now silent and suddenly shriveled man. "Despite justice and all that he deserves much worse than he'll get in a court of law, maybe Ella wouldn't mind if I took him back to the old neighborhood and "lost" him?"
Shane’s smile slipped a bit as the acid tone Eric used testified to how serious his offer was...and he made a point of turning to the wall lined with monitors, recording equipment and a sizable pile of CD's carefully labeled in individual cases.
We have better and much more needed things to do with our time I think...I separated the recordings as you asked Eric...and also thought a mug shot of each of the men that just fled might come in handy so I made stills of them on that one. The Senator's face shows clearly in at least a dozen past sessions so there's no need...
His sentence drifted off and he turned to Ella, his face flushed with guilty shame...
"I'm sorry Ella...if I only knew who you were. And had more courage one I did?"
It was Eric's turn to change the subject and rescue Shane from his own damnation...
"Hey buddy...did you get that set of clothes as well...or are you going to stare at my wife all day?"
And then he laughed...letting the stress finally slip off that had been growing each day...his hand snaking out to pull Ella to him...kissing her as Shane moved to a closet and lifted out a pants suit complete with shoes and undergarments.
“The gray color of the suit and the cut of the undergarments are all Eric’s idea…he insisted on a professional appearance on the outside…with a sexier look under it all, so blame him if you don’t think it’s appropriate?
Eric handed Ella the badge that had been hung on her former clothing in contempt, his eyes telling how much he cared for her…as well as the fear he had fought over losing her, then placed himself between Ella and the Senator before leaning down towards the man with a dark look on his face as he gripped the arms of the chair.
“Get dressed El…I’ll make sure this…man… minds his manners in the presence of a lady.”
Shane took the hint easily and as Eric lifted and turned the Senator and his chair he turned his back as well, concentrating on the monitors as Ella moved to the clothing and shoes…
“I’d say you have less than five minutes before we have visitors Ella, judging by the gear on those men and the big letters on their jackets... your agents are here early.”
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The little scrap of satin and lace summoned memories so potent that Ella’s hand trembled as she gazed down at the panties and bra that Shane passed to her. Her moistened lips parted in bittersweet recognition and she struggled to maintain her poise as tears welled in her eyes. She gazed at her husband and saw the understanding in his expression, the compassion.
Eric had given her the silky, scarlet garments one evening only a few weeks after their marriage – just to let her know that he thought she was beautiful. He’d watched her model them in the candlelight, then made love to her with such a heady mix of tenderness and passion that it had felt as if he’d stripped her soul bare.
Ella quivered as she stepped into the high-cut thong panties and felt the satin and lace caress her battered skin. For Eric to offer her these precious luxuries, even after everything he had seen…even after he knew what a slut she had been…
It moved her. Such a simple, thoughtful gesture, yet Eric made her feel beautiful, after days and days of feeling dirty and ashamed of her lack of self-control.
No man had ever made a woman feel so much like a goddess as Eric made her feel now. She wasn’t worthy of such powerful, steadfast love. How could she be?
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Ella quickly pulled on the conservative, professional suit next. It was like a suit of armor, shielding her within the familiar role of Agent DeVries once again…as if her ordeal of the past few days could be cleared away like so much clutter from her desk.
The severe clothing sustained her strength, even as she felt the tell-tale symptoms of shock setting in.
“That will be Agent Nelson,” Ella observed evenly as she looked at the security monitor and saw a young, fair-haired man of 28 leading two teams of agents toward the mansion. “And it looks like they caught one of the fleeing rats.”
The cameraman who had filmed her first rape scowled and struggled half-heartedly as a pair of agents led him off to one of the vans they’d arrived in.
The next thirty minutes passed in a daze for Ella. Somehow, she managed to give a solid, level-headed report to Assistant Director Carleton, who barged into the studio shortly after Agent Nelson and his teams had secured the mansion and begun rounding up Senator Atcheson’s hired goons. She described everything that the senator had orchestrated, and although she had no idea whether Phoenix had managed to slip away or not, she also detailed the degree to which he had been complicit.
“You’ll find in a portfolio a contract I signed, under duress since I believed one of my agents to be in a life-threatening situation, giving my ‘consent’ to a weekend of sexual activity without any limits where pain or safety were concerned,” Ella managed to say in a calm, detached voice, as if she were speaking about someone else. “That should be ample grounds for you to seize all documents and records on these premises for any evidence of other occasions on which unwilling women have been coerced to ‘consent’ to similar sexual activities and determine the charges to be brought against Senator Atcheson and his collaborators.”
Something inside Ella twisted…she felt her gut drop. Glassy-eyed, she thought of what she’d just said. …and his collaborators…. She hadn’t even bothered to name Phoenix. But then…she’d never learned his real name…to think that a man who had done such damage to her, who had sickened her soul…was now just a nameless ‘collaborator’, like all the other goons in the senator’s employ.
Ella’s voice grew thin as she continued. She shivered…it seemed cold… “You can see the vast collection of DVDs in this room. They should be checked as well. Mine…” Her voice cracked…nausea stirred faintly in her gut. “Mine will offer some evidence, but I suspect there are others much like it…some maybe worse…I’m….I’m in here….on these…”
Oh god, her reputation at the Bureau was ruined…was someone saying something?
“Ella?”
She heard someone say her name, as she stood in the center of the studio with her brow furrowed, slowly crumbling under the strain of all that had happened.
Ella tried to focus. “Jeff…Agent Whorton…was working for the senator…the bait…he lured me in…not sure why...”
Her lips were still stammering soft words as strong hands gently eased her down into a chair and then caressed her cheeks. Voices swirled around her…men talking…shock…take her home…
“I have to resign, sir,” Ella heard herself whispering. “I can’t…not any more…not after this…”
Through blurred vision, Ella saw Eric’s face looming before her, gazing at her intently.
She slumped forward and clung to his chest. “I’m sorry…you brought the suit…I should be strong…”
The studio seemed emptier. The senator was nowhere to be seen; he’d been removed, handcuffed, by two agents. Shane seemed to have withdrawn as well. There were noises of other agents busily at work beyond the open doorway.
“We’ll talk again after you’ve rested, Agent MacKenzie,” Assistant Director Carleton said.
“DeVries,” Ella corrected firmly, her cheek resting against Eric’s solid chest.
Eric had given her the silky, scarlet garments one evening only a few weeks after their marriage – just to let her know that he thought she was beautiful. He’d watched her model them in the candlelight, then made love to her with such a heady mix of tenderness and passion that it had felt as if he’d stripped her soul bare.
Ella quivered as she stepped into the high-cut thong panties and felt the satin and lace caress her battered skin. For Eric to offer her these precious luxuries, even after everything he had seen…even after he knew what a slut she had been…
It moved her. Such a simple, thoughtful gesture, yet Eric made her feel beautiful, after days and days of feeling dirty and ashamed of her lack of self-control.
No man had ever made a woman feel so much like a goddess as Eric made her feel now. She wasn’t worthy of such powerful, steadfast love. How could she be?
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Ella quickly pulled on the conservative, professional suit next. It was like a suit of armor, shielding her within the familiar role of Agent DeVries once again…as if her ordeal of the past few days could be cleared away like so much clutter from her desk.
The severe clothing sustained her strength, even as she felt the tell-tale symptoms of shock setting in.
“That will be Agent Nelson,” Ella observed evenly as she looked at the security monitor and saw a young, fair-haired man of 28 leading two teams of agents toward the mansion. “And it looks like they caught one of the fleeing rats.”
The cameraman who had filmed her first rape scowled and struggled half-heartedly as a pair of agents led him off to one of the vans they’d arrived in.
The next thirty minutes passed in a daze for Ella. Somehow, she managed to give a solid, level-headed report to Assistant Director Carleton, who barged into the studio shortly after Agent Nelson and his teams had secured the mansion and begun rounding up Senator Atcheson’s hired goons. She described everything that the senator had orchestrated, and although she had no idea whether Phoenix had managed to slip away or not, she also detailed the degree to which he had been complicit.
“You’ll find in a portfolio a contract I signed, under duress since I believed one of my agents to be in a life-threatening situation, giving my ‘consent’ to a weekend of sexual activity without any limits where pain or safety were concerned,” Ella managed to say in a calm, detached voice, as if she were speaking about someone else. “That should be ample grounds for you to seize all documents and records on these premises for any evidence of other occasions on which unwilling women have been coerced to ‘consent’ to similar sexual activities and determine the charges to be brought against Senator Atcheson and his collaborators.”
Something inside Ella twisted…she felt her gut drop. Glassy-eyed, she thought of what she’d just said. …and his collaborators…. She hadn’t even bothered to name Phoenix. But then…she’d never learned his real name…to think that a man who had done such damage to her, who had sickened her soul…was now just a nameless ‘collaborator’, like all the other goons in the senator’s employ.
Ella’s voice grew thin as she continued. She shivered…it seemed cold… “You can see the vast collection of DVDs in this room. They should be checked as well. Mine…” Her voice cracked…nausea stirred faintly in her gut. “Mine will offer some evidence, but I suspect there are others much like it…some maybe worse…I’m….I’m in here….on these…”
Oh god, her reputation at the Bureau was ruined…was someone saying something?
“Ella?”
She heard someone say her name, as she stood in the center of the studio with her brow furrowed, slowly crumbling under the strain of all that had happened.
Ella tried to focus. “Jeff…Agent Whorton…was working for the senator…the bait…he lured me in…not sure why...”
Her lips were still stammering soft words as strong hands gently eased her down into a chair and then caressed her cheeks. Voices swirled around her…men talking…shock…take her home…
“I have to resign, sir,” Ella heard herself whispering. “I can’t…not any more…not after this…”
Through blurred vision, Ella saw Eric’s face looming before her, gazing at her intently.
She slumped forward and clung to his chest. “I’m sorry…you brought the suit…I should be strong…”
The studio seemed emptier. The senator was nowhere to be seen; he’d been removed, handcuffed, by two agents. Shane seemed to have withdrawn as well. There were noises of other agents busily at work beyond the open doorway.
“We’ll talk again after you’ve rested, Agent MacKenzie,” Assistant Director Carleton said.
“DeVries,” Ella corrected firmly, her cheek resting against Eric’s solid chest.
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"Rest"
Instinct guided Eric in knowing that was only part of what Ella needed.
And as she leaned against his chest he had wrapped his arms around her before she collapsed...
Reflecting back Eric counted that collapse as a blessing. It gave him the chance to remove Ella from the Senator's "playhouse" and spirit her back to the one place he could guarantee she got the rest and isolation she needed. It also gave them distance from the horror and decisions that Ella seemed to be forced to relive...or make.
The retreat created for the young became a retreat for it's creators as well...and as the days passed Eric counted his blessing as he watched Ella carefully.
Ella had slept the sleep of the damned, her body alternating between total relaxation and then suddenly tensing in his arms as her eyes moved rapidly under the lids, her lips opening to moan smatterings of unintelligible sentences. When she had awoken for the first time in almost two days she found herself in their bed in the cabins loft.
“You’re safe El”
Eric had assured her as he gathered her in her arms and tenderly kissed her.
“And your superiors have given their blessings on the time off I requested for you, in fact it gives them more time to better analyze the tapes and the information I gave them.”
Eric had made a decision as he held Ella in the back seat of the “borrowed” federal sedan while Shane drove them to the retreat …When his mate was unable to care for herself he would do it for her…and in his best judgment the farther AWAY she was physically AND mentally, the better.
Ella was insistent even in the first minutes in his arms at the cabin, her sense of duty and honor still forcing her towards decisions better made when at a later date…and more thought out…only his confessions of his own actions concerning the tapes of herself stymied her impulses and allowed him to press his own case.
“I gave them the infra structure of the Senators organization, the money trail to the people he had bought and controlled, the tapes they now possess are a key part in the case against him and link that structure together. The women he raped were all too often daughters, wives or lovers of the men he wanted under his thumbs…they don’t need your tapes to put him behind bars for the rest of his life…or the self-damning testimony you seem driven to give them.”
A routine had begun…Ella never left his sight and many times he felt he never left hers…they dined, slept and showered together…and when Jack and Diane visited laughed…almost as if nothing had ever happened…yet when Eric looked into Ella’s eyes he could see the fear and self doubts in them that were quietly eating her to pieces.
At one point as they walked along the moonlit beachside they had dared each other into a midnight swim…and as the clothes fell off of each other Ella’s eyes swirled in desire as she ran them up and down his nude body…and then fell downwards with shame…
“El?”
They stood waist deep in the water and held each other, his cock swollen and resting between them as the silver rays highlighted the breath taking beauty of the woman he would gladly die for.
“It’s not you Eric…it’s me…every time we’re together I feel so… dirty…”
The raw pain in her words, the humiliation she had allowed herself to go through and how it whittled away at her own weakened center…Eric damned himself for it and how he could have made things different… IF HE HAD ONLY KNOWN
“What you did you did for the right reasons Ella…the feelings that came from them weren’t wrong…only misguided and abused…you’ve washed the dirt off long ago in my eyes…it was on the outside only…and I’ve never stopped wanting you despite what you might think…”
Ella knew he had watched the recordings of her…when he had confessed removing those from the Playhouse as well the Dante’s Circle her eyes had lit with the significance of it all…and yet she never commented or questioned his thoughts on it. Two weeks had passed without being intimate…and each day it seemed to Eric that Ella was somehow withdrawing from him.
“El...What you felt was natural and right…what was wrong was the way you were forced into thinking it was unnatural or perverse, if it had been the right person…and the right environment it could be so different.You were robbed of an intimate act that could be so emotionally and physically bonding.”
Ella cried herself to sleep in his arms that night…the tears pouring out in a never-ending stream as her moans tore at his soul…until finally she had collapsed against him to sleep late into the next day.
And as Eric held her in his arms and slept his dreams were filled with visions of Ella once again nude and bound…her limbs held open in helpless submission to the man that was violating her over and over and over…and as if he were the cameraman filming the dream he slowly began to rotate around the figures involved…the voice of the Senator coming clearly to his ears, the words demanding Ella acknowledge she was his whore…the camera panning to the mans face as it gradually became visible.
And Eric gasped in his sleep, expecting the features of the silver haired politician, and instead recognizing his own face.
Instinct guided Eric in knowing that was only part of what Ella needed.
And as she leaned against his chest he had wrapped his arms around her before she collapsed...
Reflecting back Eric counted that collapse as a blessing. It gave him the chance to remove Ella from the Senator's "playhouse" and spirit her back to the one place he could guarantee she got the rest and isolation she needed. It also gave them distance from the horror and decisions that Ella seemed to be forced to relive...or make.
The retreat created for the young became a retreat for it's creators as well...and as the days passed Eric counted his blessing as he watched Ella carefully.
Ella had slept the sleep of the damned, her body alternating between total relaxation and then suddenly tensing in his arms as her eyes moved rapidly under the lids, her lips opening to moan smatterings of unintelligible sentences. When she had awoken for the first time in almost two days she found herself in their bed in the cabins loft.
“You’re safe El”
Eric had assured her as he gathered her in her arms and tenderly kissed her.
“And your superiors have given their blessings on the time off I requested for you, in fact it gives them more time to better analyze the tapes and the information I gave them.”
Eric had made a decision as he held Ella in the back seat of the “borrowed” federal sedan while Shane drove them to the retreat …When his mate was unable to care for herself he would do it for her…and in his best judgment the farther AWAY she was physically AND mentally, the better.
Ella was insistent even in the first minutes in his arms at the cabin, her sense of duty and honor still forcing her towards decisions better made when at a later date…and more thought out…only his confessions of his own actions concerning the tapes of herself stymied her impulses and allowed him to press his own case.
“I gave them the infra structure of the Senators organization, the money trail to the people he had bought and controlled, the tapes they now possess are a key part in the case against him and link that structure together. The women he raped were all too often daughters, wives or lovers of the men he wanted under his thumbs…they don’t need your tapes to put him behind bars for the rest of his life…or the self-damning testimony you seem driven to give them.”
A routine had begun…Ella never left his sight and many times he felt he never left hers…they dined, slept and showered together…and when Jack and Diane visited laughed…almost as if nothing had ever happened…yet when Eric looked into Ella’s eyes he could see the fear and self doubts in them that were quietly eating her to pieces.
At one point as they walked along the moonlit beachside they had dared each other into a midnight swim…and as the clothes fell off of each other Ella’s eyes swirled in desire as she ran them up and down his nude body…and then fell downwards with shame…
“El?”
They stood waist deep in the water and held each other, his cock swollen and resting between them as the silver rays highlighted the breath taking beauty of the woman he would gladly die for.
“It’s not you Eric…it’s me…every time we’re together I feel so… dirty…”
The raw pain in her words, the humiliation she had allowed herself to go through and how it whittled away at her own weakened center…Eric damned himself for it and how he could have made things different… IF HE HAD ONLY KNOWN
“What you did you did for the right reasons Ella…the feelings that came from them weren’t wrong…only misguided and abused…you’ve washed the dirt off long ago in my eyes…it was on the outside only…and I’ve never stopped wanting you despite what you might think…”
Ella knew he had watched the recordings of her…when he had confessed removing those from the Playhouse as well the Dante’s Circle her eyes had lit with the significance of it all…and yet she never commented or questioned his thoughts on it. Two weeks had passed without being intimate…and each day it seemed to Eric that Ella was somehow withdrawing from him.
“El...What you felt was natural and right…what was wrong was the way you were forced into thinking it was unnatural or perverse, if it had been the right person…and the right environment it could be so different.You were robbed of an intimate act that could be so emotionally and physically bonding.”
Ella cried herself to sleep in his arms that night…the tears pouring out in a never-ending stream as her moans tore at his soul…until finally she had collapsed against him to sleep late into the next day.
And as Eric held her in his arms and slept his dreams were filled with visions of Ella once again nude and bound…her limbs held open in helpless submission to the man that was violating her over and over and over…and as if he were the cameraman filming the dream he slowly began to rotate around the figures involved…the voice of the Senator coming clearly to his ears, the words demanding Ella acknowledge she was his whore…the camera panning to the mans face as it gradually became visible.
And Eric gasped in his sleep, expecting the features of the silver haired politician, and instead recognizing his own face.
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Work. As much work as she could get. That's what she needed. Ella needed to be busy. It was an escape.
Whatever needed doing around the retreat, she threw herself into it. Painting. Unclogging a drain. Mounting towel bars on a bathroom wall. Each task allowed Ella to keep from brooding on thoughts and feelings that were too complex, too overwhelming for her to handle...and it allowed her to feel competent.
She shouldn't be angry. Eric was doing what he thought was best. But Ella still found herself clenching her fists in frustration sometimes. Her husband had seen fit to contaminate an investigation site by removing evidence. Oh, his heart was in the right place...Ella knew he'd done it out of concern for her. He wasn't an agent; he couldn't know how this might jeopardize the legal proceedings against the senator. But he should have trusted that she knew her job, and knew that there were certain procedures you didn't mess with.
She'd felt diminished. Her job had always been her anchor, the part of her life that felt safe because she was in control.
At her earliest opportunity, she'd contacted Assistant Director Carleton and worked everything out with him. To Ella's surprise, the A.D. already knew...or more likely had guessed....what was on the missing tapes, since his team had already spent five days reviewing other films gathered from the senator's house. What floored her....humbled her...was that he refused to discuss her resignation.
"You carried out a solid investigation under highly irregular, stressful circumstances that had already proven too much for one of our other agents," Carleton retorted sternly but not unkindly when Ella insisted that the duties of her position had become more than she could competently carry out. "If anything, you should be angry with the Bureau for not catching the fact that Jeff's relation to former A.D. Harding compromised your own safety. I'd accept a resignation over that, because you'd be completely justified in thinking the Bureau let you down, but I won't let you walk away out of some misplaced feeling of guilt or inadequacy."
"But--" was all Ella could get out before A.D. Carleton's voice boomed deeper, cutting her off.
"End of discussion, Agent DeVries. Now, my recommendation would be another month's leave of absence and weekly counseling sessions with one of the Bureau's psychiatrists -- you've been through hell. But I know that for some agents, the routine of work can be a stabilizing factor. It's your choice."
Ella sighed. Her moods swung too unpredictably for her to concentrate on any assignments; she wasn't ready to go back yet. "I'll take the time off, sir."
"Good. And talk to someone, agent. This was a tough case."
"I will, sir."
She'd meant to make an appointment with a Bureau counselor...but after a few more days of moodiness, unpredictable fits of sobbing or anxiety, rigid stoicism and emotional withdrawal, it was a friendly, sympathetic soul who sought her out.
Ella was sitting down by the lakeshore late one afternoon when Diane found her. The older woman settled in beside Ella and they eased into amiable, empty chit-chat for a while, until Diane cut to the chase.
"You've never had an assignment that frightened you like this one did," Diane observed evenly.
Ella's shoulders tensed and she chanced a sidewise glance at the petite, gray-haired woman who had slowly become one of her few friends
in the past year. Diane's eyes were gazing calmly out across the glassy surface of the lake, leaving Ella a soothing cushion of privacy and the chance to avoid talking if she wanted to. But somehow, it felt safe opening up to Diane...she was like a second mother...
"I've had some hard ones, Diane...I've killed a man in the line of duty. That was hard to deal with. But now...I don't know who I am anymore," Ella admitted, her voice soft and quivering. "They made me...change. Become someone I wasn't ready to be, and now there's no going back. I can't sleep, I can't relax, I can't concentrate, because I don't feel like myself."
Diane's gentle hand rested on her shoulder, a comforting presence. Ella felt the tears pooling in her eyes again. She sniffled in frustration and scowled. "And I'm TIRED of feeling so out of control! I'm tired of crying at the slightest thing, I don't LIKE being weak!"
"You're not someone I've ever thought of as weak," Diane chuckled warmly, stroking Ella's shoulder as if she were petting an agitated cat. "And you're not going to regain that sense of control by closing up in your shell and trying to stay 100% in control of every daily task you assign yourself, Ella. I'm guessing that's what you used to do, but that's not who you are any more."
A laugh bubbled up from Ella's throat, one of the first honest bouts of laughter she'd had in months. Diane was painfully perceptive. "Am I that obvious?" she sighed ruefully.
"Obvious?" Diane chided her affectionately. "Try obsessive."
"I never wanted to count on anyone but myself; I couldn't take the disappointment," Ella agreed sadly, watching the afternoon light dance across the lake. "It was easier not to need anyone. I never needed anyone but myself until I met Eric...and now, it scares me."
Diane was silent for a moment, then turned her wizened face toward Ella. Her words and her eyes pierced Ella's soul.
"Have you thought about why it scares you?"
Mutely, Ella nodded and shivered at the chill that ran up her spine.
Because it felt good to be out of control...even with the wrong men...
Diane gave Ella's shoulder a final, supportive squeeze. Then she rose to her feet and said, "Talk to him, Ella. He wants to help, but he can't know what you need unless you talk to him."
Ella nodded as she watched Diane walk away. She had wanted to talk to Eric, but hadn't known how. Her feelings had been storming within her so violently one day, then leaving her empty and numb the next day, and she hadn't been able to explain what was wrong. A vicious cycle of guilt had spun itself up from her confusion....she'd felt ashamed of herself and angry, FURIOUS, at what had been done to her...Eric had been patient...which had only led to more guilt because somehow, she felt she was failing him...she should have a handle on this...WHY couldn't she just talk to him?
Because the question that gnawed at her seemed so...wrong. She was afraid to ask it. Yet it haunted her.
But Diane was right.
Her old methods of recovering weren't working any more.
That evening, an opportunity presented itself. Jack kept Eric busy a little later than usual, leaving Ella free to fire up the grill and cook some steaks and skewered vegetables on her own. When she went to change into a light, clingy summer dress, her body almost seemed to give out on her. On the one hand, her nipples were hard and eager, stiffened into taut, fleshy pink pearls. Yet her legs nearly collapsed and her arms trembled so much it took ten minutes just to slide the dress over her head.
The expression on Eric's face when he came home to find her setting dinner out on the table was almost worth it -- and yet it made Ella's stomach churn more nervously than when they'd first kissed.
"Open the wine?" she murmured, handing him a bottle of red.
It was evident that Eric was moved and wary all at once, uncertain of how to proceed with Ella's hesitant efforts to start living a normal life again. And their conversation suffered for it. It was painfully stilted and awkward, until Ella felt tears of disappointment stinging at her eyes. Furiously, she blinked them back. If I keep crying, he's going to keep treating me like I'm some fragile, breakable little doll...
She couldn't take it any more. Even if she was doing this all wrong, she had to ask -- had to get them both past this unbearable "tip-toeing" around her feelings.
"Eric," Ella asked nervously, feeling her throat tighten around words that were so hard to say. "When you watched the videos, did you....like...what you saw?"
Her mate's handsome features grimaced almost in horror, as if he'd been slapped, and Ella realized she'd given him the wrong impression. "I mean," she choked around her heart, lodged swollen in her throat. "I mean...did any of them make you...want me?"
Her chest strained beneath the cool, silky dress as it felt like her lungs were straining for air...for escape, release. Ella couldn't deny the battle between shame and lust that raged within her, as she silently envisioned Eric ripping her dress right down the center and showing her what he liked.
Whatever needed doing around the retreat, she threw herself into it. Painting. Unclogging a drain. Mounting towel bars on a bathroom wall. Each task allowed Ella to keep from brooding on thoughts and feelings that were too complex, too overwhelming for her to handle...and it allowed her to feel competent.
She shouldn't be angry. Eric was doing what he thought was best. But Ella still found herself clenching her fists in frustration sometimes. Her husband had seen fit to contaminate an investigation site by removing evidence. Oh, his heart was in the right place...Ella knew he'd done it out of concern for her. He wasn't an agent; he couldn't know how this might jeopardize the legal proceedings against the senator. But he should have trusted that she knew her job, and knew that there were certain procedures you didn't mess with.
She'd felt diminished. Her job had always been her anchor, the part of her life that felt safe because she was in control.
At her earliest opportunity, she'd contacted Assistant Director Carleton and worked everything out with him. To Ella's surprise, the A.D. already knew...or more likely had guessed....what was on the missing tapes, since his team had already spent five days reviewing other films gathered from the senator's house. What floored her....humbled her...was that he refused to discuss her resignation.
"You carried out a solid investigation under highly irregular, stressful circumstances that had already proven too much for one of our other agents," Carleton retorted sternly but not unkindly when Ella insisted that the duties of her position had become more than she could competently carry out. "If anything, you should be angry with the Bureau for not catching the fact that Jeff's relation to former A.D. Harding compromised your own safety. I'd accept a resignation over that, because you'd be completely justified in thinking the Bureau let you down, but I won't let you walk away out of some misplaced feeling of guilt or inadequacy."
"But--" was all Ella could get out before A.D. Carleton's voice boomed deeper, cutting her off.
"End of discussion, Agent DeVries. Now, my recommendation would be another month's leave of absence and weekly counseling sessions with one of the Bureau's psychiatrists -- you've been through hell. But I know that for some agents, the routine of work can be a stabilizing factor. It's your choice."
Ella sighed. Her moods swung too unpredictably for her to concentrate on any assignments; she wasn't ready to go back yet. "I'll take the time off, sir."
"Good. And talk to someone, agent. This was a tough case."
"I will, sir."
She'd meant to make an appointment with a Bureau counselor...but after a few more days of moodiness, unpredictable fits of sobbing or anxiety, rigid stoicism and emotional withdrawal, it was a friendly, sympathetic soul who sought her out.
Ella was sitting down by the lakeshore late one afternoon when Diane found her. The older woman settled in beside Ella and they eased into amiable, empty chit-chat for a while, until Diane cut to the chase.
"You've never had an assignment that frightened you like this one did," Diane observed evenly.
Ella's shoulders tensed and she chanced a sidewise glance at the petite, gray-haired woman who had slowly become one of her few friends
in the past year. Diane's eyes were gazing calmly out across the glassy surface of the lake, leaving Ella a soothing cushion of privacy and the chance to avoid talking if she wanted to. But somehow, it felt safe opening up to Diane...she was like a second mother...
"I've had some hard ones, Diane...I've killed a man in the line of duty. That was hard to deal with. But now...I don't know who I am anymore," Ella admitted, her voice soft and quivering. "They made me...change. Become someone I wasn't ready to be, and now there's no going back. I can't sleep, I can't relax, I can't concentrate, because I don't feel like myself."
Diane's gentle hand rested on her shoulder, a comforting presence. Ella felt the tears pooling in her eyes again. She sniffled in frustration and scowled. "And I'm TIRED of feeling so out of control! I'm tired of crying at the slightest thing, I don't LIKE being weak!"
"You're not someone I've ever thought of as weak," Diane chuckled warmly, stroking Ella's shoulder as if she were petting an agitated cat. "And you're not going to regain that sense of control by closing up in your shell and trying to stay 100% in control of every daily task you assign yourself, Ella. I'm guessing that's what you used to do, but that's not who you are any more."
A laugh bubbled up from Ella's throat, one of the first honest bouts of laughter she'd had in months. Diane was painfully perceptive. "Am I that obvious?" she sighed ruefully.
"Obvious?" Diane chided her affectionately. "Try obsessive."
"I never wanted to count on anyone but myself; I couldn't take the disappointment," Ella agreed sadly, watching the afternoon light dance across the lake. "It was easier not to need anyone. I never needed anyone but myself until I met Eric...and now, it scares me."
Diane was silent for a moment, then turned her wizened face toward Ella. Her words and her eyes pierced Ella's soul.
"Have you thought about why it scares you?"
Mutely, Ella nodded and shivered at the chill that ran up her spine.
Because it felt good to be out of control...even with the wrong men...
Diane gave Ella's shoulder a final, supportive squeeze. Then she rose to her feet and said, "Talk to him, Ella. He wants to help, but he can't know what you need unless you talk to him."
Ella nodded as she watched Diane walk away. She had wanted to talk to Eric, but hadn't known how. Her feelings had been storming within her so violently one day, then leaving her empty and numb the next day, and she hadn't been able to explain what was wrong. A vicious cycle of guilt had spun itself up from her confusion....she'd felt ashamed of herself and angry, FURIOUS, at what had been done to her...Eric had been patient...which had only led to more guilt because somehow, she felt she was failing him...she should have a handle on this...WHY couldn't she just talk to him?
Because the question that gnawed at her seemed so...wrong. She was afraid to ask it. Yet it haunted her.
But Diane was right.
Her old methods of recovering weren't working any more.
That evening, an opportunity presented itself. Jack kept Eric busy a little later than usual, leaving Ella free to fire up the grill and cook some steaks and skewered vegetables on her own. When she went to change into a light, clingy summer dress, her body almost seemed to give out on her. On the one hand, her nipples were hard and eager, stiffened into taut, fleshy pink pearls. Yet her legs nearly collapsed and her arms trembled so much it took ten minutes just to slide the dress over her head.
The expression on Eric's face when he came home to find her setting dinner out on the table was almost worth it -- and yet it made Ella's stomach churn more nervously than when they'd first kissed.
"Open the wine?" she murmured, handing him a bottle of red.
It was evident that Eric was moved and wary all at once, uncertain of how to proceed with Ella's hesitant efforts to start living a normal life again. And their conversation suffered for it. It was painfully stilted and awkward, until Ella felt tears of disappointment stinging at her eyes. Furiously, she blinked them back. If I keep crying, he's going to keep treating me like I'm some fragile, breakable little doll...
She couldn't take it any more. Even if she was doing this all wrong, she had to ask -- had to get them both past this unbearable "tip-toeing" around her feelings.
"Eric," Ella asked nervously, feeling her throat tighten around words that were so hard to say. "When you watched the videos, did you....like...what you saw?"
Her mate's handsome features grimaced almost in horror, as if he'd been slapped, and Ella realized she'd given him the wrong impression. "I mean," she choked around her heart, lodged swollen in her throat. "I mean...did any of them make you...want me?"
Her chest strained beneath the cool, silky dress as it felt like her lungs were straining for air...for escape, release. Ella couldn't deny the battle between shame and lust that raged within her, as she silently envisioned Eric ripping her dress right down the center and showing her what he liked.
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"Want?"
Eric tried to fight back the conflicting emotions that tore at him.
Could a man, ANY man, watch his wife forcefully fucked on video until the raw pain and pleasure drove her to her own orgasm?
And NOT deny he was aroused by the twisted erotic perversions that were forced on her?
Society and all it's proper rules demanded he lie...to tell his own wife how repelled by it all he had been...to offer her comfort depite the raging LUST he felt for her
And yet Eric knew he could not...would not lie to Ella despite the mixed feelings of shame and arousal he was feeling...knew instinctively that IF they were to begin the healing process and move forward into thier new lives...it had to begin right...
"It's as if I saw two women on those videos Ella...in the beginning of each it was the proper agent that was sacrificing herself for the honorable purpose...but as time went on and each man touched you something changed...YOU changed...and began to respond to the pleasure your body was feeling...despite the situation..."
His voice steadied...became deeper and Eric reached a decision.
"You know I love you Ella but what you're asking me isn't about that kind of emotion...it's more primal than that...what you want to know is was I aroused by YOU and do I want you in a raw, physical sense..."
It wasn't a question on his part. He knew as well as the next person how fragile the ego was and how badly it craved approval...attention...to be desired.
It was a statement of recognition.
Primal emotion and the animal within that it came from, he had faced his own animal once and caged it, learned how to control it without destroying the internal balance he needed to be able to live...
Just as Ella was now trying to face hers...far too soon and quickly due to the multiple raping she had been forced through.
"The answer is yes, Ella...it made me want to be the one touching and tasting your skin, feeling you writhe against me as I possessed your mind and body."
Eric tried to fight back the conflicting emotions that tore at him.
Could a man, ANY man, watch his wife forcefully fucked on video until the raw pain and pleasure drove her to her own orgasm?
And NOT deny he was aroused by the twisted erotic perversions that were forced on her?
Society and all it's proper rules demanded he lie...to tell his own wife how repelled by it all he had been...to offer her comfort depite the raging LUST he felt for her
And yet Eric knew he could not...would not lie to Ella despite the mixed feelings of shame and arousal he was feeling...knew instinctively that IF they were to begin the healing process and move forward into thier new lives...it had to begin right...
"It's as if I saw two women on those videos Ella...in the beginning of each it was the proper agent that was sacrificing herself for the honorable purpose...but as time went on and each man touched you something changed...YOU changed...and began to respond to the pleasure your body was feeling...despite the situation..."
His voice steadied...became deeper and Eric reached a decision.
"You know I love you Ella but what you're asking me isn't about that kind of emotion...it's more primal than that...what you want to know is was I aroused by YOU and do I want you in a raw, physical sense..."
It wasn't a question on his part. He knew as well as the next person how fragile the ego was and how badly it craved approval...attention...to be desired.
It was a statement of recognition.
Primal emotion and the animal within that it came from, he had faced his own animal once and caged it, learned how to control it without destroying the internal balance he needed to be able to live...
Just as Ella was now trying to face hers...far too soon and quickly due to the multiple raping she had been forced through.
"The answer is yes, Ella...it made me want to be the one touching and tasting your skin, feeling you writhe against me as I possessed your mind and body."
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A fevered chill prickled over Ella's skin, yet the breath slowly released from her lungs as she felt a strange sense of relief at Eric's reply.
"Thank you," she said. Although her eyes simmered with a lingering grief at all the confusing, overwhelming emotions she'd been grappling with, they softened as she managed a hesitant smile for him.
She slid her hand across the dinner table and grasped his, lacing her fingers through his in an unabashed need for contact, for reassurance. The warmth of his palm steadied her and she continued.
"It makes me feel less like a sick, twisted person to know that you could be aroused by what you saw....because...I can't pretend that I didn't feel any arousal when it was happening. I did. Even though I hated them and wanted to escape...my body was on fire sometimes, enjoyed the sensations so much I was afraid I'd just give in...submit....and not try hard enough to fight them. But I don't feel so ashamed...knowing that it aroused you, too."
Eric covered her hand with his and leaned forward across the table, his eyes gleaming with an urgency that looked almost painful. "Ella, you have nothing to be ashamed of, I've told you. They're the criminals. What they did to you, they did without your free consent. Trust me -- I've known Phoenix for a long time," his voice darkened, grew hard as stone. "He's made an art form out of manipulating others and making them believe that what he does to them is their fault, their choice, when it isn't. And the senator has been playing the same game for even longer."
"I know....I know...." Ella nodded, squeezing Eric's hand and tilting her head thoughtfully to the side. "I can understand all of that on one level, but it still helps to know that...well, that I'm not the only one who could be aroused by something so...brutal and...humiliating. I felt so wrong...getting wet and hot for men who were dead set on making me feel like a worthless whore...especially when I feared the worst, and thought I might not..." Ella paused and shivered violently. She swallowed and continued in a tighter voice, "When I thought I might not...live...to see you again. It felt like a betrayal...that perverse thrill when they had me helpless...but I don't feel like a bad person, knowing that you could feel the same excitement. I'm sorry, I know I'm not making any sense."
Eric shook his head and smiled warmly at her. "I understand, Ella, believe me. I do."
"Come hold me in bed?" she asked softly. Eric's admission, and his steadfast acceptance, kindled a yearning within her for touch, for closeness.
They moved their dishes to the sink and then made their way to the loft. The stairs creaked beneath their soft footfalls and through an open window the sounds of croaking frogs and humming insects cloistered Ella and Eric in their own world, far away from other human beings. It was just the two of them.
Ella pressed herself close to Eric as they stretched out on their bed. In the comfort and heat of his embrace, she kissed him. Soft, tender brushes first, a hint of tongue flickering at his lips. Then, deeper, lingering kisses that let her soul, her need, flow into him.
Her hands fumbled at his shirt with an eagerness she hadn't felt in weeks. Off, she had to take it off, had to rub her hands against his firm, wiry chest and soak up his animal heat.
A groan rumbled up Eric's throat and Ella drew back, looking into his eyes where she saw a mirror of her own lust...but something else raging within as well...something that made her tremble.
"Thank you," she said. Although her eyes simmered with a lingering grief at all the confusing, overwhelming emotions she'd been grappling with, they softened as she managed a hesitant smile for him.
She slid her hand across the dinner table and grasped his, lacing her fingers through his in an unabashed need for contact, for reassurance. The warmth of his palm steadied her and she continued.
"It makes me feel less like a sick, twisted person to know that you could be aroused by what you saw....because...I can't pretend that I didn't feel any arousal when it was happening. I did. Even though I hated them and wanted to escape...my body was on fire sometimes, enjoyed the sensations so much I was afraid I'd just give in...submit....and not try hard enough to fight them. But I don't feel so ashamed...knowing that it aroused you, too."
Eric covered her hand with his and leaned forward across the table, his eyes gleaming with an urgency that looked almost painful. "Ella, you have nothing to be ashamed of, I've told you. They're the criminals. What they did to you, they did without your free consent. Trust me -- I've known Phoenix for a long time," his voice darkened, grew hard as stone. "He's made an art form out of manipulating others and making them believe that what he does to them is their fault, their choice, when it isn't. And the senator has been playing the same game for even longer."
"I know....I know...." Ella nodded, squeezing Eric's hand and tilting her head thoughtfully to the side. "I can understand all of that on one level, but it still helps to know that...well, that I'm not the only one who could be aroused by something so...brutal and...humiliating. I felt so wrong...getting wet and hot for men who were dead set on making me feel like a worthless whore...especially when I feared the worst, and thought I might not..." Ella paused and shivered violently. She swallowed and continued in a tighter voice, "When I thought I might not...live...to see you again. It felt like a betrayal...that perverse thrill when they had me helpless...but I don't feel like a bad person, knowing that you could feel the same excitement. I'm sorry, I know I'm not making any sense."
Eric shook his head and smiled warmly at her. "I understand, Ella, believe me. I do."
"Come hold me in bed?" she asked softly. Eric's admission, and his steadfast acceptance, kindled a yearning within her for touch, for closeness.
They moved their dishes to the sink and then made their way to the loft. The stairs creaked beneath their soft footfalls and through an open window the sounds of croaking frogs and humming insects cloistered Ella and Eric in their own world, far away from other human beings. It was just the two of them.
Ella pressed herself close to Eric as they stretched out on their bed. In the comfort and heat of his embrace, she kissed him. Soft, tender brushes first, a hint of tongue flickering at his lips. Then, deeper, lingering kisses that let her soul, her need, flow into him.
Her hands fumbled at his shirt with an eagerness she hadn't felt in weeks. Off, she had to take it off, had to rub her hands against his firm, wiry chest and soak up his animal heat.
A groan rumbled up Eric's throat and Ella drew back, looking into his eyes where she saw a mirror of her own lust...but something else raging within as well...something that made her tremble.
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Eric pulled back to face the woman he loved...his chest heaving as he fought for breath and for.... control...
Ella was beautiful...his eyes had seen that the first time in her house as he held in his arms...she had been so innocent of that fact...and deep inside...so afraid.
"I love you Ella..."
The words choked in his throat as he saw the fire of curiosity in her eyes now....
As it had been so many years before in his own eyes...growing and uncontrollable, threatening to destroy the man that lay inside his soul and replace it with a demon...if it hadn't been for the gentle, guiding hand of another...
"I will NEVER hurt you or stand still knowing you might be hurt by another.... again."
Their eyes met and a desire greater than he had ever felt before lifted inside him and yet Eric held himself back from the one persons touch he wanted in his lifetime.
"I can see what you want Ella...taste it on your lips...smell it on your skin...it is a hunger that will drive you to the edges of control you have over your own body and then beyond it, and if you placed yourself in the wrong hands...destroy you."
And that was the pain.... and Eric's silent fear.... Phoenix had seen what Eric now saw...and used it against Ella, twisting and tormenting her with the raw pleasure of it, all the time pushing her to a breaking point he knew was sure to come...
Was Eric any different.... was he any stronger?
There was no doubt he wanted her with every fiber of his being...the swelling at his groin was mute testament as Ella's eyes drifted slowly downward and then quickly back...
"It is you that I want Eric...no other, as it is I that you desire?"
Ella's words were strong and yet her voice quivered with a mixture of desire....and self doubt...
And Eric had to disagree...
"What you want is more than just ME, Ella.... it is to find what you cannot satisfy inside yourself...to replace what is missing and to find.... peace."
"A peace Eric himself thought he had found.... a world he thought was made complete by the woman he now faced.
"I can not give it to you Ella...But I can and will stand beside you...guide you along a path that may separate us from each other.... or bind us together forever."
He would face his own demons again...and this time he MUST finish the battle...because what was at stake was not himself...but the woman he loved more than life itself...
"If that is what you wish...then we will set out on a new journey in the morning...to find the ones that have escaped and bring them to justice...and to find what you desire."
Ella was beautiful...his eyes had seen that the first time in her house as he held in his arms...she had been so innocent of that fact...and deep inside...so afraid.
"I love you Ella..."
The words choked in his throat as he saw the fire of curiosity in her eyes now....
As it had been so many years before in his own eyes...growing and uncontrollable, threatening to destroy the man that lay inside his soul and replace it with a demon...if it hadn't been for the gentle, guiding hand of another...
"I will NEVER hurt you or stand still knowing you might be hurt by another.... again."
Their eyes met and a desire greater than he had ever felt before lifted inside him and yet Eric held himself back from the one persons touch he wanted in his lifetime.
"I can see what you want Ella...taste it on your lips...smell it on your skin...it is a hunger that will drive you to the edges of control you have over your own body and then beyond it, and if you placed yourself in the wrong hands...destroy you."
And that was the pain.... and Eric's silent fear.... Phoenix had seen what Eric now saw...and used it against Ella, twisting and tormenting her with the raw pleasure of it, all the time pushing her to a breaking point he knew was sure to come...
Was Eric any different.... was he any stronger?
There was no doubt he wanted her with every fiber of his being...the swelling at his groin was mute testament as Ella's eyes drifted slowly downward and then quickly back...
"It is you that I want Eric...no other, as it is I that you desire?"
Ella's words were strong and yet her voice quivered with a mixture of desire....and self doubt...
And Eric had to disagree...
"What you want is more than just ME, Ella.... it is to find what you cannot satisfy inside yourself...to replace what is missing and to find.... peace."
"A peace Eric himself thought he had found.... a world he thought was made complete by the woman he now faced.
"I can not give it to you Ella...But I can and will stand beside you...guide you along a path that may separate us from each other.... or bind us together forever."
He would face his own demons again...and this time he MUST finish the battle...because what was at stake was not himself...but the woman he loved more than life itself...
"If that is what you wish...then we will set out on a new journey in the morning...to find the ones that have escaped and bring them to justice...and to find what you desire."
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Some fires were never meant to burn.
How it seared her within, to feel the flames that had slowly kindled to life during the first truly intimate moments Ella had risked with Eric since their escape...scorching her as she closed up at his gentle, sympathetic refusal.
I cannot give it to you.
She swallowed the lump that rose in her throat and smiled weakly. Her hand reached up and she brushed Eric's cheek with her knuckles.
"It's okay, Eric. I don't want anything from anyone else....if it isn't within you to give, I don't need it. Please, just make love to me?"
Ella glimpsed a flicker of pain and confusion in Eric's eyes, and instantly she felt the tension growing between them. Inwardly, she cried in frustration -- she had said something wrong, she was doing something wrong, and didn't understand what it was. And it must be obvious, too, because Eric didn't seem to know what to say to her.
"I'm sorry, we don't have to talk about this. It's behind us," Ella pleaded, her smile growing more and more tremulous as her eyes glistened with an almost desperate remorse. "Please...please just make love to me Eric. It's been so long!"
Please, just want me enough to touch me...please I'll be good I'll forget about all of this it's done it's over no more please please please....
Eric's lips crashed down against hers with yearning force, matching the need that surged up from her very soul. Whatever it was that he'd been holding back now flooded her senses as he clutched her in a full onslaught of primal, male lust. His tongue claimed her mouth, demanding her response, drawing her lips and tongues into a heated, frenzied mating as he rolled his weight on top of her and pressed her into the bed. To uninformed eyes, it might have looked more violent than the deep and welcome healing that it was.
Their bodies slapped together in a fierce crescendo of thrusts, hips pounding against each other, driving Eric's cock hard and fast in Ella's hot, needy cunt....so very needy...
"Eric!" was the only coherent word Ella managed to cry out, a sharp, keening wail as she shuddered her release around him, before she began to shake with silent sobs. Eric followed her over the edge, roaring out his climax, but savoring the ecstasy for only a few moments before he began kissing her cheeks in concern.
"Ella? Are you all right?" he whispered against her cheeks.
"I don't know," she confessed, trembling beneath her beloved's warm, familiar flesh. "I don't understand...What did I do wrong, Eric? Why won't you...is it me? What did you mean....by....what can't you give...?"
Ella felt her body pulled into the tight assurance of Eric's embrace and she curled up like a child as he rocked her against his chest.
How it seared her within, to feel the flames that had slowly kindled to life during the first truly intimate moments Ella had risked with Eric since their escape...scorching her as she closed up at his gentle, sympathetic refusal.
I cannot give it to you.
She swallowed the lump that rose in her throat and smiled weakly. Her hand reached up and she brushed Eric's cheek with her knuckles.
"It's okay, Eric. I don't want anything from anyone else....if it isn't within you to give, I don't need it. Please, just make love to me?"
Ella glimpsed a flicker of pain and confusion in Eric's eyes, and instantly she felt the tension growing between them. Inwardly, she cried in frustration -- she had said something wrong, she was doing something wrong, and didn't understand what it was. And it must be obvious, too, because Eric didn't seem to know what to say to her.
"I'm sorry, we don't have to talk about this. It's behind us," Ella pleaded, her smile growing more and more tremulous as her eyes glistened with an almost desperate remorse. "Please...please just make love to me Eric. It's been so long!"
Please, just want me enough to touch me...please I'll be good I'll forget about all of this it's done it's over no more please please please....
Eric's lips crashed down against hers with yearning force, matching the need that surged up from her very soul. Whatever it was that he'd been holding back now flooded her senses as he clutched her in a full onslaught of primal, male lust. His tongue claimed her mouth, demanding her response, drawing her lips and tongues into a heated, frenzied mating as he rolled his weight on top of her and pressed her into the bed. To uninformed eyes, it might have looked more violent than the deep and welcome healing that it was.
Their bodies slapped together in a fierce crescendo of thrusts, hips pounding against each other, driving Eric's cock hard and fast in Ella's hot, needy cunt....so very needy...
"Eric!" was the only coherent word Ella managed to cry out, a sharp, keening wail as she shuddered her release around him, before she began to shake with silent sobs. Eric followed her over the edge, roaring out his climax, but savoring the ecstasy for only a few moments before he began kissing her cheeks in concern.
"Ella? Are you all right?" he whispered against her cheeks.
"I don't know," she confessed, trembling beneath her beloved's warm, familiar flesh. "I don't understand...What did I do wrong, Eric? Why won't you...is it me? What did you mean....by....what can't you give...?"
Ella felt her body pulled into the tight assurance of Eric's embrace and she curled up like a child as he rocked her against his chest.
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I don't know, I don't understand...What did I do wrong, Eric? Why won't you...is it me? What did you mean.... by....what can't you give...?"
Eric’s hands trembled as he stroked Ella’s hair and felt her large, hot tears splash across his chest.
“Nothing El…you’ve done nothing wrong”
The words hung in the air between them. It was as if he were twenty years younger and he was the one in another woman’s arms trying to understand the war that was raging in his mind…in his body…in his very soul. The words were different but the anguish in them was the same…and for a second time in his life he knew he was going to break a promise.”
“It was easy for Phoenix El…to take you where he did…to use your body to draw out the passion and lust he knew was locked so deep inside. The minute you took your top off in Dante’s Club he knew what lie underneath your skin…and how he was going to use you to the fullest. It was easy for him because he didn’t care…didn’t love you…and knew he wouldn’t have to be there afterwards.”
The exact opposite of the man Eric was…Of the man he had molded himself into…
Of the man he had promised himself he would never return to ever being.
“I love you El…I can pull those emotions from you and make your body tremble with the rush of being helpless and at the mercy of someone who absolutely controls your every fiber.”
But he could never do it like the cold fish Phoenix was…he could never look past the woman he loved and ignore what was happening to her as Phoenix had done to satisfy his own love for money and power.
“I can’t give you the understanding you need El…no matter how long and hard I talk to you it will never fill what you need… The only way you’ll ever be whole and find peace is to return to that world again and be GUIDED through it…one step at a time. “
And in the process he very well could loose her. Not just in the physical sense but at a level he’d never feel for another woman again…But what was it he had been told once when he held a stray dog that had wandered into his mothers apartment?
“If you truly love it set it free…If it loves you it will return…and if it doesn’t it was never meant to be.”
“I’ll take you there Ella…walk you back into that world and hold you when each session is over…and then…you’ll... understand.”
Eric’s hands trembled as he stroked Ella’s hair and felt her large, hot tears splash across his chest.
“Nothing El…you’ve done nothing wrong”
The words hung in the air between them. It was as if he were twenty years younger and he was the one in another woman’s arms trying to understand the war that was raging in his mind…in his body…in his very soul. The words were different but the anguish in them was the same…and for a second time in his life he knew he was going to break a promise.”
“It was easy for Phoenix El…to take you where he did…to use your body to draw out the passion and lust he knew was locked so deep inside. The minute you took your top off in Dante’s Club he knew what lie underneath your skin…and how he was going to use you to the fullest. It was easy for him because he didn’t care…didn’t love you…and knew he wouldn’t have to be there afterwards.”
The exact opposite of the man Eric was…Of the man he had molded himself into…
Of the man he had promised himself he would never return to ever being.
“I love you El…I can pull those emotions from you and make your body tremble with the rush of being helpless and at the mercy of someone who absolutely controls your every fiber.”
But he could never do it like the cold fish Phoenix was…he could never look past the woman he loved and ignore what was happening to her as Phoenix had done to satisfy his own love for money and power.
“I can’t give you the understanding you need El…no matter how long and hard I talk to you it will never fill what you need… The only way you’ll ever be whole and find peace is to return to that world again and be GUIDED through it…one step at a time. “
And in the process he very well could loose her. Not just in the physical sense but at a level he’d never feel for another woman again…But what was it he had been told once when he held a stray dog that had wandered into his mothers apartment?
“If you truly love it set it free…If it loves you it will return…and if it doesn’t it was never meant to be.”
“I’ll take you there Ella…walk you back into that world and hold you when each session is over…and then…you’ll... understand.”
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Ella pushed away from Eric's chest and stared at him with an uneasy mix of horror and acceptance. The thought of ever, ever returning to a place like Dante's Circle wound every sinew of her body up as tight as a spring and stirred a sickening dread in her gut. A deep, instinctive anger rose in her at the thought that her own mate would suggest such a thing.
Yet Eric was her mate, the man who knew her better than anyone...and a small voice inside her whispered that he understood something about her needs that she hadn't yet grasped.
Still, the fear drove her from him for several moments. She rose from their bed and paced the moonlit room in tense silence, occasionally pausing to gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window at the lake. Its surface was dark yet calm -- far calmer than her own heart.
At last, she drew a deep breath and glanced back at him over her shoulder.
"I'm not ready...yet. You can't understand what Phoenix...and the senator...did to me. I've never been afraid of....myself. But when I am ready...I'll go with you. I'll trust you to guide me," she murmured.
Her amber eyes glimmered beneath a furrowed brow, and she glanced away. Did she have this kind of trust in her? To let a man who insisted he couldn't give her what she needed take her back among people who would do what he...wouldn't?...while he waited on the sidelines until she'd been drained...so that he could hold her battered, quivering body and somehow give her insights into her own soul that he couldn't find a way to teach her here, at their own home?
"I'll trust you," she whispered again, a little more hoarsely.
...as if she were trying to convince herself...
Yet Eric was her mate, the man who knew her better than anyone...and a small voice inside her whispered that he understood something about her needs that she hadn't yet grasped.
Still, the fear drove her from him for several moments. She rose from their bed and paced the moonlit room in tense silence, occasionally pausing to gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window at the lake. Its surface was dark yet calm -- far calmer than her own heart.
At last, she drew a deep breath and glanced back at him over her shoulder.
"I'm not ready...yet. You can't understand what Phoenix...and the senator...did to me. I've never been afraid of....myself. But when I am ready...I'll go with you. I'll trust you to guide me," she murmured.
Her amber eyes glimmered beneath a furrowed brow, and she glanced away. Did she have this kind of trust in her? To let a man who insisted he couldn't give her what she needed take her back among people who would do what he...wouldn't?...while he waited on the sidelines until she'd been drained...so that he could hold her battered, quivering body and somehow give her insights into her own soul that he couldn't find a way to teach her here, at their own home?
"I'll trust you," she whispered again, a little more hoarsely.
...as if she were trying to convince herself...
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"I'm not ready...yet. You can't understand what Phoenix...and the senator...did to me. I've never been afraid of....myself. But when I am ready...I'll go with you. I'll trust you to guide me.....I'll trust you,"
The words echoed over and over in Eric's head, damning him through out the sleepless night and into the early mornig hours. For the first time since he had met his love he felt...awkward...as if somehow the perfectness was somehow jaded between them...that somehow they no longer fit...
And the thought pained him. Sobered him. Left him on edge. It drove him to slide from thier bed, dress quietly and retreat to the lake shore and first morning rays that flittered off thier own cabins exterior nestled back in the hills.
He had created the cabin in love...love for a woman that made him whole in ways he never understood were missing...a home that was for the two of them, a haven from the pain and cruelty that abounded in the real world.
The cold water didn't cut away the numbness that threatened to overwhelm him.
The hard laps back and forth from the shore and the docks didn't drive it away as well.
How could he bring into that guarded intimacy the struggles and confusion such a life as she had tasted would create? To be the One to take absolute control of her...to dominate her...to give her that understanding he knew she must have?
Had his soul become so old and jaded from his own past that he couldn't try one more time...for the woman he loved with all his being?
Or was he so very selfish he didn't want to lose the most precious thing in his life and face the mirror each morning knowing he was the man who destroyed it all?
Hours passed...then days....and then weeks....Eric busied himself like a madman in the cooling autumn air...readying the cabins for the coming winter, bringing in tons of firewood in readiness, tuning the vehicles that would be used to bring in supplies and move the heavier snows when they came...
Every morning he slid from early thier bed...not in eager anticipation of the day and the work to come...
But in fear of facing Ella's eyes and seeing the damning pain in them...
The raw work had it's beneifits...his body dropped a few unneeded pounds and added layers of new muscle...His skin took on a healthy tone almost lost in the past city and it's experiences, his senses became keener and his face leaner.
And it had it's drawbacks.
Like a wild beast he became alert and restless, nervous if grounded to a spot for more than a few minutes...pacing if more than an hour and looking for escape...making excuses to avoid his friends and wife and spending his time with the youth instead...
Dreading the day that would one day...arrive.
The words echoed over and over in Eric's head, damning him through out the sleepless night and into the early mornig hours. For the first time since he had met his love he felt...awkward...as if somehow the perfectness was somehow jaded between them...that somehow they no longer fit...
And the thought pained him. Sobered him. Left him on edge. It drove him to slide from thier bed, dress quietly and retreat to the lake shore and first morning rays that flittered off thier own cabins exterior nestled back in the hills.
He had created the cabin in love...love for a woman that made him whole in ways he never understood were missing...a home that was for the two of them, a haven from the pain and cruelty that abounded in the real world.
The cold water didn't cut away the numbness that threatened to overwhelm him.
The hard laps back and forth from the shore and the docks didn't drive it away as well.
How could he bring into that guarded intimacy the struggles and confusion such a life as she had tasted would create? To be the One to take absolute control of her...to dominate her...to give her that understanding he knew she must have?
Had his soul become so old and jaded from his own past that he couldn't try one more time...for the woman he loved with all his being?
Or was he so very selfish he didn't want to lose the most precious thing in his life and face the mirror each morning knowing he was the man who destroyed it all?
Hours passed...then days....and then weeks....Eric busied himself like a madman in the cooling autumn air...readying the cabins for the coming winter, bringing in tons of firewood in readiness, tuning the vehicles that would be used to bring in supplies and move the heavier snows when they came...
Every morning he slid from early thier bed...not in eager anticipation of the day and the work to come...
But in fear of facing Ella's eyes and seeing the damning pain in them...
The raw work had it's beneifits...his body dropped a few unneeded pounds and added layers of new muscle...His skin took on a healthy tone almost lost in the past city and it's experiences, his senses became keener and his face leaner.
And it had it's drawbacks.
Like a wild beast he became alert and restless, nervous if grounded to a spot for more than a few minutes...pacing if more than an hour and looking for escape...making excuses to avoid his friends and wife and spending his time with the youth instead...
Dreading the day that would one day...arrive.
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"Eric?"
Her hand glided over soft, smooth sheets....cold. They were cold. He hadn't been there for a while. She began her day alone.
"Eric?"
The feel of cold sheets became familiar. Her investigator's eyes confirmed the depression in the mattress and pillow...he had come to bed sometime after she fell asleep...and left before she awakened. Another day alone.
"Eric?"
When had her voice grown as cold as the sheets? Hollow and empty. Her question no longer hopeful...but numb with despair. A lump rose in Ella's throat. She felt small and alone.
She knew this coldness, this loneliness. She'd grown accustomed to it before she met Eric, to the point that she'd simply closed herself off from men. Like the others...he couldn't stand to be around her.
Standing lifelessly beneath the shower, Ella finally broke one morning...weeks into her isolation...and sank down to the tub, huddling beneath the pounding spray. She wrapped her arms around herself and rocked, softly weeping and wondering what she could do to bring him back.
Had she hurt him? She had to have done something horrible. He was angry with her...it had all started after their talk. She must have said something wrong. And then Ella knew, and she hated herself for not being a better person. She hadn't been ready to trust him right away. Eric had flung himself in front of a bullet for her -- and now she was hesitating about going to a club with him. It was ungrateful, terribly ungrateful -- hadn't he done enough already? Why did she expect anything more after that?
Angry and impatient with herself, Ella stood up and reached for her soap and sponge. She scrubbed...harder....and harder....vigorously rubbing her skin until it turned red. There was a reason men had never wanted her -- she was pathetic! Too goddamned needy! She and the other agents laid their lives on the line for each other on a regular basis; but when it was over, they didn't burden each other with their own fears. That's what the Bureau's psychiatric counselors were for.
She had to stop moping, and stop wallowing in her own anxieties, and then maybe Eric wouldn't loathe being near her. Maybe he would want to stay and hold her.
Ella dressed and went to her desk.
Her father's photograph no longer hung beside it. It lay tucked away in a drawer. She hadn't been able to look at it....not since she'd been raped by the senator and actually enjoyed it. Not since she'd orgasmed for a man who very likely had been involved in her father's death. She felt dirty...and ashamed.
After logging onto her computer, she busied herself with the few files that had been sent to her for analysis. Then she clicked on a message sent to the distribution list for Assistant Directors. There would be a briefing on new investigations tomorrow. It had been a while since she'd been back to the Bureau...not since her abduction...
She could make an appointment with a counselor for the same day. Go start the process of getting her head straightened out, so that she didn't have to bother Eric with it and chase him away.
Ella made the calls and then decided...it was time.
She had to make the first move. She owed it to Eric. She would be forever in his debt for saving her life....and she loved him more than anyone. She just had to learn how to love him better.
Today's note said that he'd be repairing one of the docks over at the retreat. Figuring that Eric would be hungry after several hours of work, Ella packed a picnic lunch to take over to him. During the short ride over, she sucked all of her messy feelings deep into her gut; it was a tactic she'd relied on many times. This was well-traveled territory for her: just douse her feelings, shove them down, and get over it. If you ignored pain, it went away eventually.
Her heart leaped when she saw him...his strong, sinewy form, sheer perfection as he worked down on the dock. Eric. In that lean, hardy body was the most loving, passionate soul Ella had ever known. After all the hardships he had endured, Eric had still had the strength, the patience, to teach her how to love. Even now, when he was hurting, he channeled his energy into doing something for the people who needed him -- kids he'd helped escape from the same, rough, unforgiving streets he'd survived. She felt even more humbled...Tonight would have to be for him...she wanted to learn more about his past, his hopes and dreams...
Ella waved and greeted a few of the kids who were lounging nearby and then made her way down toward the water's edge. She beat her sorrow down fiercely when he looked up...and frowned uneasily at the sight of her approach. Just take your lumps. Of course you're not welcome. But maybe you can earn your way back into his good graces.
"Hi there, stranger," Ella greeted him light-heartedly, smiling as cheerfully and brightly as she could. "I thought you might want a bite to eat."
Eric regarded her warily, but after an awkward silence muttered, "Thanks."
Come on, make it right. Don't be a coward, she told herself silently.
Still smiling, Ella set the basket down and stepped toward her husband. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight, lingering embrace...cradling him with loving arms.
"I've missed you. I know you've been busy...and I'm sorry....so sorry...about what I said before. You are my world, Eric...I trust you with my life," she murmured against his neck as she squeezed him tighter. "And it was selfish of me to think that...that going to a club was simply a matter of what I felt. I should have asked you how you felt about it. So, if you're not too busy...maybe..."
Ella drew away, giving Eric his space and smiling at him with all the easy, relaxed poise she could muster. "Maybe tonight I could give you a nice, long massage after a hard day's work, and if you want to, we could talk again. I'd like to know what you want...what the journey means to you...what you need...and then I hope we can approach the clubs together?"
Eric still stared at her with an expression she couldn't read...Ella ignored the hollow rattling in her chest....she wasn't giving up without a fight....he was worth it...
"Do you...mind if I join you for lunch? Or...if you're busy, I can leave...?"
Her hand glided over soft, smooth sheets....cold. They were cold. He hadn't been there for a while. She began her day alone.
"Eric?"
The feel of cold sheets became familiar. Her investigator's eyes confirmed the depression in the mattress and pillow...he had come to bed sometime after she fell asleep...and left before she awakened. Another day alone.
"Eric?"
When had her voice grown as cold as the sheets? Hollow and empty. Her question no longer hopeful...but numb with despair. A lump rose in Ella's throat. She felt small and alone.
She knew this coldness, this loneliness. She'd grown accustomed to it before she met Eric, to the point that she'd simply closed herself off from men. Like the others...he couldn't stand to be around her.
Standing lifelessly beneath the shower, Ella finally broke one morning...weeks into her isolation...and sank down to the tub, huddling beneath the pounding spray. She wrapped her arms around herself and rocked, softly weeping and wondering what she could do to bring him back.
Had she hurt him? She had to have done something horrible. He was angry with her...it had all started after their talk. She must have said something wrong. And then Ella knew, and she hated herself for not being a better person. She hadn't been ready to trust him right away. Eric had flung himself in front of a bullet for her -- and now she was hesitating about going to a club with him. It was ungrateful, terribly ungrateful -- hadn't he done enough already? Why did she expect anything more after that?
Angry and impatient with herself, Ella stood up and reached for her soap and sponge. She scrubbed...harder....and harder....vigorously rubbing her skin until it turned red. There was a reason men had never wanted her -- she was pathetic! Too goddamned needy! She and the other agents laid their lives on the line for each other on a regular basis; but when it was over, they didn't burden each other with their own fears. That's what the Bureau's psychiatric counselors were for.
She had to stop moping, and stop wallowing in her own anxieties, and then maybe Eric wouldn't loathe being near her. Maybe he would want to stay and hold her.
Ella dressed and went to her desk.
Her father's photograph no longer hung beside it. It lay tucked away in a drawer. She hadn't been able to look at it....not since she'd been raped by the senator and actually enjoyed it. Not since she'd orgasmed for a man who very likely had been involved in her father's death. She felt dirty...and ashamed.
After logging onto her computer, she busied herself with the few files that had been sent to her for analysis. Then she clicked on a message sent to the distribution list for Assistant Directors. There would be a briefing on new investigations tomorrow. It had been a while since she'd been back to the Bureau...not since her abduction...
She could make an appointment with a counselor for the same day. Go start the process of getting her head straightened out, so that she didn't have to bother Eric with it and chase him away.
Ella made the calls and then decided...it was time.
She had to make the first move. She owed it to Eric. She would be forever in his debt for saving her life....and she loved him more than anyone. She just had to learn how to love him better.
Today's note said that he'd be repairing one of the docks over at the retreat. Figuring that Eric would be hungry after several hours of work, Ella packed a picnic lunch to take over to him. During the short ride over, she sucked all of her messy feelings deep into her gut; it was a tactic she'd relied on many times. This was well-traveled territory for her: just douse her feelings, shove them down, and get over it. If you ignored pain, it went away eventually.
Her heart leaped when she saw him...his strong, sinewy form, sheer perfection as he worked down on the dock. Eric. In that lean, hardy body was the most loving, passionate soul Ella had ever known. After all the hardships he had endured, Eric had still had the strength, the patience, to teach her how to love. Even now, when he was hurting, he channeled his energy into doing something for the people who needed him -- kids he'd helped escape from the same, rough, unforgiving streets he'd survived. She felt even more humbled...Tonight would have to be for him...she wanted to learn more about his past, his hopes and dreams...
Ella waved and greeted a few of the kids who were lounging nearby and then made her way down toward the water's edge. She beat her sorrow down fiercely when he looked up...and frowned uneasily at the sight of her approach. Just take your lumps. Of course you're not welcome. But maybe you can earn your way back into his good graces.
"Hi there, stranger," Ella greeted him light-heartedly, smiling as cheerfully and brightly as she could. "I thought you might want a bite to eat."
Eric regarded her warily, but after an awkward silence muttered, "Thanks."
Come on, make it right. Don't be a coward, she told herself silently.
Still smiling, Ella set the basket down and stepped toward her husband. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight, lingering embrace...cradling him with loving arms.
"I've missed you. I know you've been busy...and I'm sorry....so sorry...about what I said before. You are my world, Eric...I trust you with my life," she murmured against his neck as she squeezed him tighter. "And it was selfish of me to think that...that going to a club was simply a matter of what I felt. I should have asked you how you felt about it. So, if you're not too busy...maybe..."
Ella drew away, giving Eric his space and smiling at him with all the easy, relaxed poise she could muster. "Maybe tonight I could give you a nice, long massage after a hard day's work, and if you want to, we could talk again. I'd like to know what you want...what the journey means to you...what you need...and then I hope we can approach the clubs together?"
Eric still stared at her with an expression she couldn't read...Ella ignored the hollow rattling in her chest....she wasn't giving up without a fight....he was worth it...
"Do you...mind if I join you for lunch? Or...if you're busy, I can leave...?"
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Eric’s heart had melted the instant he had heard Ella’s voice, all his resolve to not become emotionally involved with the events to come gone as he turned to watch her approach him. And when she had murmured her words of love and apology and wrapped her arms around him he cursed himself for the pain he had caused her by deliberately staying away…
Did he mind? If she stayed?
He had been an idiot over the past weeks to think he could do this alone and NOT involve Ella or hurt her…
“Stay…Please”
He choked out and reached for her, his own arms going around her trim waist to capture her and pull them together. He looked into her eyes and saw the uncertainty, the doubt…and a pain that ran so deep it was a miracle she could come out here and act so natural.
A pain he was responsible for and in the future would add to, Eric was terrified of…
“I was wrong Ella.”
He stood looking into her eyes and began his confession, the peacefulness of the water and the trees surrounding them doing nothing to quell the turmoil in his chest.
“I thought by refusing you I could protect you. I saw ALL the tapes that Phoenix and the Senator had made before I destroyed them, the one thought in my mind to prevent that kind of life from ever touching you or myself again.”
And in doing so he had hurt the one woman he truly loved more than life itself.
“God as my witness I am sorry El…”
And at that point Ella had kissed him….a gentle motion as her lips fluttered over his and then landed, turning into a heated touch that drew open his lips and hers to express the desire they felt for each other, until Eric drew back slowly to face her questioning eyes.
“There’s more El. I need to get this all out of me and confess to you. You need to let me talk and listen…and when I’m done I’ll accept what you think of me.”
He lifted the basket and offered Ella his free hand, the pair moving to the end of the dock and small alcove he had finished building, Ella proudly offering the food and drink to watch him begin to eat before she took lifted her own to her full lips.
How easy it would be to never leave this place… How easy to block out the real world and stay here with his beloved… And let time pass as if in a “happy ever after” tale he had once read in a children’s book…
A reality he knew would never exist for long, a wish he might have made as a child…but never as the ”man” he considered himself to be.
Still he enjoyed the moment for as long as the sandwich and drink lasted, thanking Ella for it with a chaste kiss, and thinking it might be their last when he was through talking…
“There was more going on with Phoenix and the Senator Ella. Some of it the Director has an inkling of now…after I spoke to him, things he promised me to hold back from you before I gave him the information…”
Fire…Eric saw fire in Ella’s eyes…he had tread on her professional territory and violated her by hiding things from her…and her eyes blazed at the thought of it…
But her demeanor remained cool as she opened her lips to urge him on…
“Keep going Eric…you must have your reasons?”
He nodded and felt the ache in his heart grow…and yet he knew it was time…The time…
“That was a mistake on my part as well El…I knew it at the time but I knew you as well and how your sense of righteousness would aim you straight back into all of it.”
Into a world that had nearly consumed her…one she was so ill equipped to face…and he had tried to walk away from.
“ The director had the emotional detachment to see certain things you couldn’t Ella, and he asked questions you wouldn’t of me because of it, the first being HOW I knew where to find you when they couldn’t. “
Ella’s eyes changed again…the fire receding as her analytical side kicked in…confusion and question replacing it as she waited for him to continue…tightening the noose around his own neck.
“I knew where to find you because I had been there at that house before…because it was the last place I had been before I walked away from all that life…when I faced the Senator and my brother…and told them to go to hell and keep their sick lives out of mine.”
How easy it would be to leave it at that. He could stop now and save himself…not from prosecution for he had been promised immunity…but from Ella’s judgment…and the pain in her eyes he knew was sure to come.
“That house wasn’t just the Senator’s private pleasure palace…the location was deliberately chosen…they used it as a shipping point for the women they brought out there…AFTER they had their fill of them…the idea to film them was Phoenix’s…to guarantee the families the Senator was controlling wouldn’t speak out against him…and to fill their pocketbooks with blackmail money as they gave them the false impressions and hope they might one day see their loved ones again. The Senator would have each woman drugged and then ship her off to the highest bidder…”
Eric stopped and let the words hang in the air, watching the meaning of them seep into his loved ones mind and then the fire burn in her eyes as she digested them.
“So after they were “had their fill” of me I wasn’t going to be sent back home to face my disgrace?”
The words were hard and clipped, each pronounced carefully and biting at his soul as Ella summed it up accurately and tersely.
“You were going to be sold on the website they created…to the highest bidder…and once you were shipped? The videos would be sold without fear of reprisal of prosecution because you would never be seen again.”
Ella’s eyes went dead…and it sent a chill through him and stopped his breath…and when she questioned him softly he knew fear for the first time in it’s real form…
“You mentioned a brother…and seem to have a good working knowledge og their system…what other role did you have in…?
And yet he would NOT let that fear stop him…despite what it cost him Eric had made a decision…and he answered with steady eyes facing the woman he loved…and had…lost?
“In their slave ring? None…I was sucked into it by the power I felt I had with the ladies in the clubs…I had a sense that allowed me to feel what they desired the most…and felt the lust to explore it to the fullest. It left them addicted in a way they never thought possible and me with the feeling I was “great” as well as a pocket full of cash. When I found out how Phoenix exploited those women…I quit…and when I rescued the Senators own daughter from it despite the threats he made…he called in some favors with the intent of taking me out of the picture.”
And instead he had met Ella…and fell in love with her, even as he tried to make things right in his own way he was drawn back into it…and forced to watch Ella be dragged through it as well.
It was quiet. As if nature felt the storm that was growing and stilled the elements around it in preparation, and yet Ella’s eyes were calm…even as she spoke…
“Phoenix is your brother then…that’s why you held back…and the picture in Dante’s is she your mother?”
Ella was sharp…she had used her eyes in the club and no doubt had seen the photograph taken so many years ago and hung on the wall…and yet there were errors made, assumptions he needed to correct…lives he had touched and felt he must…heal?
Ella was guided by her own sense of right and wrong…Her father had imbedded those ideals deep in her and to a point Eric knew and understood them, and yet his own reasoning was different…she sought to bring the people in to face justice…. Eric wanted to find them and have them face his own brand of…vengeance. For the wrongs done to him and the ones he cared for…the ONE he loved. The anger over that came out in his words as he answered
“No…Phoenix and one time in my life was a friend…we shared the streets together, the poorest days and cold nights…and later the wealthier times and steamy evenings…But he is NOT my brother…or friend.”
Eric sat opposite and within arms reach to Ella and yet felt miles apart, his urge to reach out and draw her to him thwarted by the intense guilt he felt and the hatred he knew must be going through her mind for him…It all combined with a growing, cold anger to return to where Phoenix would be quickly rebuilding his own “empire”…and destroy it.
“Shane”
He offered the single word and would have smiled at Ella’s expression as understanding flooded her delicate features…
Except for the seriousness of it all.
“…the picture is of my mother…the false hope Phoenix tried to hold over my head claiming to know she still lived and where…as he did over countless others, using them for all they worth until…”
He left it hanging…the pain of betrayal giving into the growing desire to reach out and choke the life from him
“I’m sorry Ella…I love you and will never stop, I’ve never felt truly whole until I met you…you’re so precious to me I never would have let this happen if I would have known…”
His world blurred and he fought it…shaking off the self-pity and drawing on the growing anger to clear his vision and give him strength.
A strength he would soon severely test.
“Please believe me in that…despite what else you might think of me after I’m gone…”
Was it a hand he saw rising to touch his face? He blinked and it had disappeared as he finished and Ella’s words came to him…
“Go where…Eric?”
“To set things right …stop Phoenix and his madness”
It wasn’t the agent in Ella that asked the final question…Her eyes wide with an understanding only a woman in love could reach…her hand somehow appearing to clench his own forearm with the strength of the insane.
“Justice Eric, or revenge? And …why?”
“Revenge El” Eric confirmed and watched Ella wince. “For hurting you…and costing me…your love.”
It was spoken then. He had made his sad confession and accepted a fate worse then hell. His bags were packed and in the old truck that had one more trip to town to make…
He rose and her hand became suddenly soft as it slid from him…
Nothing would stop him…he was a man with a purpose…
“NO”
He turned and Ella was there…her eyes holding his and on fire again and Eric readied himself to be dressed down.
“Not without me Eric…right or wrong…better or worse…I love you…and this time?...We do this…together.
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Thank You Arioso
For being always the Lady
Never far from my mind and heart
And forever, a friend, in written word and thought...
It has and will always be a pleasure.
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Did he mind? If she stayed?
He had been an idiot over the past weeks to think he could do this alone and NOT involve Ella or hurt her…
“Stay…Please”
He choked out and reached for her, his own arms going around her trim waist to capture her and pull them together. He looked into her eyes and saw the uncertainty, the doubt…and a pain that ran so deep it was a miracle she could come out here and act so natural.
A pain he was responsible for and in the future would add to, Eric was terrified of…
“I was wrong Ella.”
He stood looking into her eyes and began his confession, the peacefulness of the water and the trees surrounding them doing nothing to quell the turmoil in his chest.
“I thought by refusing you I could protect you. I saw ALL the tapes that Phoenix and the Senator had made before I destroyed them, the one thought in my mind to prevent that kind of life from ever touching you or myself again.”
And in doing so he had hurt the one woman he truly loved more than life itself.
“God as my witness I am sorry El…”
And at that point Ella had kissed him….a gentle motion as her lips fluttered over his and then landed, turning into a heated touch that drew open his lips and hers to express the desire they felt for each other, until Eric drew back slowly to face her questioning eyes.
“There’s more El. I need to get this all out of me and confess to you. You need to let me talk and listen…and when I’m done I’ll accept what you think of me.”
He lifted the basket and offered Ella his free hand, the pair moving to the end of the dock and small alcove he had finished building, Ella proudly offering the food and drink to watch him begin to eat before she took lifted her own to her full lips.
How easy it would be to never leave this place… How easy to block out the real world and stay here with his beloved… And let time pass as if in a “happy ever after” tale he had once read in a children’s book…
A reality he knew would never exist for long, a wish he might have made as a child…but never as the ”man” he considered himself to be.
Still he enjoyed the moment for as long as the sandwich and drink lasted, thanking Ella for it with a chaste kiss, and thinking it might be their last when he was through talking…
“There was more going on with Phoenix and the Senator Ella. Some of it the Director has an inkling of now…after I spoke to him, things he promised me to hold back from you before I gave him the information…”
Fire…Eric saw fire in Ella’s eyes…he had tread on her professional territory and violated her by hiding things from her…and her eyes blazed at the thought of it…
But her demeanor remained cool as she opened her lips to urge him on…
“Keep going Eric…you must have your reasons?”
He nodded and felt the ache in his heart grow…and yet he knew it was time…The time…
“That was a mistake on my part as well El…I knew it at the time but I knew you as well and how your sense of righteousness would aim you straight back into all of it.”
Into a world that had nearly consumed her…one she was so ill equipped to face…and he had tried to walk away from.
“ The director had the emotional detachment to see certain things you couldn’t Ella, and he asked questions you wouldn’t of me because of it, the first being HOW I knew where to find you when they couldn’t. “
Ella’s eyes changed again…the fire receding as her analytical side kicked in…confusion and question replacing it as she waited for him to continue…tightening the noose around his own neck.
“I knew where to find you because I had been there at that house before…because it was the last place I had been before I walked away from all that life…when I faced the Senator and my brother…and told them to go to hell and keep their sick lives out of mine.”
How easy it would be to leave it at that. He could stop now and save himself…not from prosecution for he had been promised immunity…but from Ella’s judgment…and the pain in her eyes he knew was sure to come.
“That house wasn’t just the Senator’s private pleasure palace…the location was deliberately chosen…they used it as a shipping point for the women they brought out there…AFTER they had their fill of them…the idea to film them was Phoenix’s…to guarantee the families the Senator was controlling wouldn’t speak out against him…and to fill their pocketbooks with blackmail money as they gave them the false impressions and hope they might one day see their loved ones again. The Senator would have each woman drugged and then ship her off to the highest bidder…”
Eric stopped and let the words hang in the air, watching the meaning of them seep into his loved ones mind and then the fire burn in her eyes as she digested them.
“So after they were “had their fill” of me I wasn’t going to be sent back home to face my disgrace?”
The words were hard and clipped, each pronounced carefully and biting at his soul as Ella summed it up accurately and tersely.
“You were going to be sold on the website they created…to the highest bidder…and once you were shipped? The videos would be sold without fear of reprisal of prosecution because you would never be seen again.”
Ella’s eyes went dead…and it sent a chill through him and stopped his breath…and when she questioned him softly he knew fear for the first time in it’s real form…
“You mentioned a brother…and seem to have a good working knowledge og their system…what other role did you have in…?
And yet he would NOT let that fear stop him…despite what it cost him Eric had made a decision…and he answered with steady eyes facing the woman he loved…and had…lost?
“In their slave ring? None…I was sucked into it by the power I felt I had with the ladies in the clubs…I had a sense that allowed me to feel what they desired the most…and felt the lust to explore it to the fullest. It left them addicted in a way they never thought possible and me with the feeling I was “great” as well as a pocket full of cash. When I found out how Phoenix exploited those women…I quit…and when I rescued the Senators own daughter from it despite the threats he made…he called in some favors with the intent of taking me out of the picture.”
And instead he had met Ella…and fell in love with her, even as he tried to make things right in his own way he was drawn back into it…and forced to watch Ella be dragged through it as well.
It was quiet. As if nature felt the storm that was growing and stilled the elements around it in preparation, and yet Ella’s eyes were calm…even as she spoke…
“Phoenix is your brother then…that’s why you held back…and the picture in Dante’s is she your mother?”
Ella was sharp…she had used her eyes in the club and no doubt had seen the photograph taken so many years ago and hung on the wall…and yet there were errors made, assumptions he needed to correct…lives he had touched and felt he must…heal?
Ella was guided by her own sense of right and wrong…Her father had imbedded those ideals deep in her and to a point Eric knew and understood them, and yet his own reasoning was different…she sought to bring the people in to face justice…. Eric wanted to find them and have them face his own brand of…vengeance. For the wrongs done to him and the ones he cared for…the ONE he loved. The anger over that came out in his words as he answered
“No…Phoenix and one time in my life was a friend…we shared the streets together, the poorest days and cold nights…and later the wealthier times and steamy evenings…But he is NOT my brother…or friend.”
Eric sat opposite and within arms reach to Ella and yet felt miles apart, his urge to reach out and draw her to him thwarted by the intense guilt he felt and the hatred he knew must be going through her mind for him…It all combined with a growing, cold anger to return to where Phoenix would be quickly rebuilding his own “empire”…and destroy it.
“Shane”
He offered the single word and would have smiled at Ella’s expression as understanding flooded her delicate features…
Except for the seriousness of it all.
“…the picture is of my mother…the false hope Phoenix tried to hold over my head claiming to know she still lived and where…as he did over countless others, using them for all they worth until…”
He left it hanging…the pain of betrayal giving into the growing desire to reach out and choke the life from him
“I’m sorry Ella…I love you and will never stop, I’ve never felt truly whole until I met you…you’re so precious to me I never would have let this happen if I would have known…”
His world blurred and he fought it…shaking off the self-pity and drawing on the growing anger to clear his vision and give him strength.
A strength he would soon severely test.
“Please believe me in that…despite what else you might think of me after I’m gone…”
Was it a hand he saw rising to touch his face? He blinked and it had disappeared as he finished and Ella’s words came to him…
“Go where…Eric?”
“To set things right …stop Phoenix and his madness”
It wasn’t the agent in Ella that asked the final question…Her eyes wide with an understanding only a woman in love could reach…her hand somehow appearing to clench his own forearm with the strength of the insane.
“Justice Eric, or revenge? And …why?”
“Revenge El” Eric confirmed and watched Ella wince. “For hurting you…and costing me…your love.”
It was spoken then. He had made his sad confession and accepted a fate worse then hell. His bags were packed and in the old truck that had one more trip to town to make…
He rose and her hand became suddenly soft as it slid from him…
Nothing would stop him…he was a man with a purpose…
“NO”
He turned and Ella was there…her eyes holding his and on fire again and Eric readied himself to be dressed down.
“Not without me Eric…right or wrong…better or worse…I love you…and this time?...We do this…together.
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Thank You Arioso For being always the Lady
Never far from my mind and heart
And forever, a friend, in written word and thought...
It has and will always be a pleasure. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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