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Friday morning I roll over in bed and pick my phone up to see what time it is, 6:52am. ‘Must get up for work soon’ I think. At least it’s nearly the weekend. I felt in a great mood today. Yesterday turned out to be a good day on a few fronts; the project is going well, seeing mum felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I’d had a great night’s sleep – better than the night before that is! As I lifted the duvet off me and swung my legs out of bed I stepped on my eye mask, a reminder of last night’s hurried and hot homecoming. ‘That was a great orgasm’ I think. If it was Saturday morning, I might have been tempted to pull the duvet back over and reach into the drawer for round 2, but today was going to be another busy day. I had the green light to add the finishing touches to Mr Vennochi’s offices, no expenses spared. I was eager to get this project finished now, if nothing more because it would mean no more awkward lunch dates with Luca. I quickly shower and get myself ready, pour my usual cup of coffee, this time in a flask to go. I want to drink it in the car and get into work 10 minutes earlier than usual if I can. As I pull into the office car park, I notice Darren’s space is empty. “Hmm that’s unusual. He normally arrives before 8:00am.” Maybe he’s treated himself a rare lie in today. I’m not normally here this early, so there are a few more spaces available than normal. I swing my car into an end space near the lobby and turn the engine off. I put my keys into my handbag, check I have my mobile phone, then open the car door. As I make my way into the building, I notice receptionist Sarah is finishing talking to a colleague from our finance team. I remembered she had a date yesterday evening. Seen as I’m early, I think I may as well find out how it went. “Abigail, good morning, how are you?” “Morning Sarah. Sorry I didn’t get chance to speak to you again yesterday. How did the date go last night?” Sarah normally wears her hair down, but has tied it back today, which only goes to further showcase what a beautiful woman she is. “Oh, hi Abigail, don’t worry yourself my darling. It went well thank you. Not for me though, I didn’t feel that spark. I think he is already eager for date number 2 though, so I’ll have to let him down easily,” she pauses and takes her phone out of the drawer. “See, two texts first thing this morning and he’s messaged again already!” “Sounds like someone is keen! You’re going to break his heart” I tease. “Oh, stop it Abigail no! I mustn’t do that” Sarah protests. “You may not have much of a choice” I reply, shrugging my shoulders, “best get it over quickly.” “Yes, you are probably right” Sarah looks at her phone and begins typing quickly, her French nails tapping on the screen. She finishes and drops her phone in the drawer before closing it. “Done.” “Wow, that quick huh” I reply, almost impressed. I’m terrible at stuff like that, I’d have re-written the message 3 or 4 times, and then sat staring at it for 5 minutes, unable to hit send. Then probably sent it and thrown my phone in the other room before hiding on the sofa. As I turn my head slightly to the right, I notice Darren stepping into the building and hurriedly making his way to the elevator. He looks even more flustered than he did yesterday afternoon. ‘Maybe he didn’t mean to lie in after all!’ I chuckle to myself. “Best dash Sarah, Darren is here now, going to go talk shop with him.” “Okay darling, have a wonderful day” Sarah beams, flashing her billboard worthy smile. I try and catch Darren before the elevator door has closed but he is already on his way up. He must really be in a rush today. I wonder if I should leave him for the first hour? No, I need to just talk over a few last details before I push the button on this. I’m so close to the finish line now, I want to get on with the final design portfolio. As the elevator door opens on our floor I step out and over to my desk to grab some of the paperwork I need, and make my way towards Darren’s office. It looks like he is already on the phone so I hang back. Whatever phone call he is having, it sounds heated. Darren is pacing up and down behind his desk. I slowly make my way over to his door, hoping to time it so he finishes up with whoever is on the phone. “Morning Abi, you off to see Darren?” I turn to see Martin, a tall middle-aged man stood facing me. Martin is part of our legal team. “Oh yeah, well, when he gets off the phone, sounds like it’s getting pretty heated in there”. As I gesture at Darren’s office, Martin chuckles. “How come you’re up here anyway?” I add. “I’m everywhere these days. So much going on at the minute, the new government regs around contractors are throwing a few curveballs in. Lots of contracts to check over. I won’t bore you with the details though. Looks like Darren has finished whoever he was grilling.” “Or being grilled by” I reply. “Ha! You sure you want to go in there?” Martin laughs. I look into Darren’s office to see him standing with his hands on his desk. I say goodbye to Martin before approaching Darren’s door. I knock twice before quickly opening his door. “Darren, you got a minute?” I say as I enter. As Darren looks up at me, he looks like he’s seen a ghost. I notice his brow is coated in little droplets of sweat. “Oh Abi, it’s you” Darren sounds almost shocked to see me. “Err yeah, I do work here remember” I joke light-heartedly “I was hoping to go over a few final details for Mr Vennochi’s designs before I create the final portfolio. “Oh right, Abi listen I’m not feeling so good. I’m sorry can we talk another time?” Darren is white as a sheet. “Oh right, yeah of course. Yeah, you don’t look so good Darren, everything okay?” “Yeah…I err…maybe I have an upset stomach…probably shouldn’t have come in…” Darren looks at the floor before turning away. “Okay no problem, I hope you feel better soon” as I back away, Darren doesn’t lift his gaze up off the floor. I shut the door behind me, ‘That was odd’, I think. At that moment I feel my mobile vibrate pressed against me in my stack of paperwork. I take it out to check. A text from an unknown number: TONIGHT 8PM SAME LOCATION REPLY YES OR NO TO CONFIRM My heart flutters as I lose my breath for a moment. I have another match already? I quickly make my way back to my desk and sit down, before reading the message again. SAME LOCATION My mind can’t help but wander back to Wednesday night. Blindfolded, pinned to the bed or up against the wall, being fucked by a total stranger. I tense my thighs and have to rearrange myself as I feel a warmth building between my legs. I pause for a second before typing: YES I wasn’t expecting a text so soon, but I had no plans tonight, and this felt like an offer too good to turn down. As I hit send, a wave of excitement floods over me as I imagine what this new stranger is going to do to me on that hotel bed. My nipples harden at the thought. ‘Great! How am I going to concentrate on the portfolio now!’ I think. At least it’s nearly the weekend, if it comes to it, I’ll just have to finish it early next week. It’s not like I can get it in front of Darren anyway, if he ends up going home sick. These next few hours better fly by quick! My phone vibrates again, another text: BLINDFOLD SUBMIT Friday evening I knelt, eagerly, on the edge of the hotel bed again. 48 hours ago, I was being railed on this very bed. A stranger’s cock buried deep inside my grateful pussy. I placed my hand between my legs to feel the heat radiating off my hot wet sex. I parted my lips with my finger and felt my swollen clit. ‘Come on!’ I think, ‘Get in here and give it to me!’ A few moments later, I hear footsteps in the corridor outside. Good, he is here! I begin to fidget, grinding my hips back and forth as if already engaged in tonight’s debauchery. My nipples are rock hard, demanding to be sucked, if he would only get in here already. Then, that familiar noise of a keycard being swiped in the door. The door to this suite opens and then closes. I listen intently to for his next move. The door to the bedroom opens, and I hear him enter the room, only there was a problem. There wasn’t one, but two sets of footsteps. “Here she is, you were right she is a beauty.” I knelt frozen, unable to move. “Well well well, look who we have here.” The hairs on my neck stood up. I knew that gravelly voice. Suddenly, I was back in Divino’s restaurant. It was Mr Vennochi… I ripped the blindfold off me to see him standing in front of me, the other man stood next to him I didn’t recognise. “Abigail Anderson”, he smiled that same grimy smile when I first sat down with him in Divino’s. “Luca…w…what” Before I could get the words out of my mouth, Luca cut me off. I grabbed a pillow from behind me and did my best to cover myself. “You remember Antonio?” I looked up at the other man standing before me. “N…no?” I stammered. “Oh, really haha, I guess you weren’t that rememberable after all Toni”, Luca turned and punched Antonio on the arm. “Shut up Luca! She was wearing that fucking blindfold the whole time.” Hearing that sentence, I suddenly felt sick. “It was you the other night?” “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it sweetheart, you were gagging for it. Looks like you are tonight as well” Antonio snapped back. “Easy you two” Luca interjected. “There’s someone else to see you as well Abigail. Toni you wanna bring him in.” Antonio stepped back into the hallway then out into the corridor. His voice was muffled but I just about made out his words. “You. Inside.” As the door swung open again, my mouth dropped at the sight of who was slowly making his way into the room. “Darren?” my voice trembled. Darren couldn’t make eye contact with me; he just looked down at the floor. “I should thank you Darren” Luca boasted “because of you, I’ve got the sweetest honeypot knelt before me.” Luca turned back to me. “Abigail. I said to Darren I wanted a beautiful young woman on my next project. And he made it happen, just like that. Let’s play a little game. Why would I hold that power over Darren?” My mind was fogged, but I thought back to our conversation over lunch in Divino’s. I didn’t want it to be true… “The restaurant. You said it was failing so you took it on as a favour to a friend. That was Darren. You bought it off Darren and resolved his debt. Now he owes you.” Mr Vennochi clapped his hands together before tapping Antonio’s chest with the back of his hand. “See I told you! Smart and beautiful! You really are something Abigail, you know that!” Tears began to well up in my eyes, I glanced over at Darren, but he still couldn’t even look at me. “So, what about this?” I ask “Is this, one of your ventures as well?” “Fucking strangers in hotels? Ha no, that was this sleazeball’s idea. It’s been a useful venture though I’ll admit” he gestures to Antonio. “He told me about this girl he met with, the way he described her. I had to check for myself that it was you. I’ve got to say Abigail; you have some interesting hobbies. I can’t lie that I haven’t imagined seeing you like this. But you, you advanced things much quicker than I had hoped. I can’t believe it! You! The beautiful miss Abigail Anderson. Designer extraordinaire. Opens her legs for complete strangers. My brother of all people! Got to say I’m a little jealous he got you first. Maybe we should rectify that…” “Please”, I began to sob. “Oh, come now Miss Anderson. You fucked my brother a few days ago, and he said you were fully on board then. Are you telling me you aren’t going to give Luca the same courtesy? Antonio pulled a handgun out of the back of his trousers, flicking the safety off and resting it by his side. I looked at Darren and for the first time he was looking into my eyes. I stared at him, pleading, ‘please do something’. Mr Vennochi, noticing I was looking at Darren, turned to him. “I almost forgot you were here; you can fuck off now.” Darren held his hand out, “Luca come on, this is way beyond what we agreed.” At that moment, Antonio raised the gun and pointed it at Darren. “Wow! Easy!” Darren raised his hands and took a step back. “Toni, make sure Darren makes his way home yeah. You can both leave us now. And Darren, don’t do anything stupid. Remember I still own you.” Antonio pushed the handgun into the side of Darren’s head, “time to walk” he said. Darren looked at me concerned, but backed out of the room. Antonio closed the door behind them. I was alone with Mr Vennochi. “Now. Where were we miss Abigail? Oh yes, so Toni said you were wearing that blindfold right, he said you kept it on like you were told, the entire time. Why don’t you pick it up?” I glanced at it and slowly reached out, my hand trembling as I picked it up. “Luca please” I pleaded. “I think you understand the situation, Miss Abigail. Go on, put it on.” I place it on my head and slowly pull it down, covering my eyes. “There’s a good girl.” Saturday morning You know sometimes you wake up from a good dream, and are sad when you realise none of it was real? Likewise, when you wake from a nightmare, you are met with welcome relief that it was all in your head. Not for me when I woke this morning, I was still stranded in my nightmare… I didn’t want to move, as if moving would somehow hurt my body, more than my mind was currently hurting. I could hear my phone vibrating as it rang, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer it. I didn’t want to look at it. I couldn’t even look at what time it was. The only thing that dragged me out of bed was the need to go and hug the toilet. I felt like I was going to vomit, but nothing would come up. As I gingerly made my way back into my bedroom, I noticed the time on my alarm clock on my bedside dresser, 10:48am. I climbed back into bed and pulled the duvet over my head, shutting out the outside world. My phone began to ring again. “Oh fuck off!” I screamed, throwing the duvet off my face. “Just leave me alone!” I grabbed the phone to see who was ringing me, Darren… “Abigail, thank god. I’ve been trying to ring you all morning.” I sat on the edge of the bed in silence for a few moments. “How could you?” I asked. I felt my voice break, as the tears began welling up in my eyes. “Abigail I am so sorry. I never intended to get you involved in this.” I scoffed. “Bullshit Darren. YOU put me on this job, he said he asked for a beautiful young woman and you picked me. And there was me thinking I got this through being actually fucking good at my job, that I deserved it. I am so fucking angry with you Darren!” I sobbed. “Mr Vennochi didn’t just ask for a beautiful young woman Abi. He asked for you, specifically you…he gave me your full name. You don’t understand. These people are dangerous. If I didn’t do what he asked, he…” “What?!” I snapped. “Did he rape you as well?!” “They won’t just hurt me, or you Abi. They’ll get to your family, your friends. If I refused to put you on this job. I’ve…I’ve got kids to think of Abigail. But I never thought he’d go this far. If he contacts you. I’d strongly advise you just do as he says, for your mums sake.” “Don’t you fucking dare bring my mum into this. You did this Darren. You did this.” “Please believe me when I say I wish I’d never got involved with him. That restaurant. It was supposed to be my wife and I’s dream. If we could get it to work, I’d have left the company and we’d have done that together. It was a distaster. Luca offered to step in. At the time he felt like a guardian angel, as we were sinking fast. If I’d have known then I was making a deal with the devil. I’d have walked away.” “Yeah, you should have sank with the fucking ship you asshole! I quit Darren, fuck you.” “I wouldn’t do that if I were you Abi. He isn’t going to let you just walk away.” “So what, you’re saying I’m trapped here now, with you as a boss. Fucking great.” “I’m so sorry Abi. These people though. Whatever you do, don’t go to the police. It will not end well. Like I say, if he contacts you just do as he asks for now, and pray his interest eventually falls elsewhere.” I hang up, I can’t listen to him anymore. I throw my phone on the floor and lie back in bed. I pull the duvet over my face and begin to sob. Saturday afternoon I lay on the couch, daytime TV was on, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I stared blankly into the corner of the room. I couldn’t eat breakfast. I barely managed anything at lunchtime. I just wanted the world to swallow me up. I thought about going to the cops many times but the worry of who might be implicated if I did kept me from picking the phone up. I’d started to doze off, when my phone buzzed on the table. As I lifted it up, my heart filled with dread. One new text. Unknown number. TONIGHT 7PM WATERFRONT DOCKS REPLY YES OR NO TO CONFIRM My hand shaked as I held my mobile, reading those same 10 words over and over. I remembered what Darren had said about these people. How anyone close to me could be in danger if I didn’t play along. I reluctantly typed my reply: YES I held the phone in my hand, waiting to see the response: GOOD GIRL COME ALONE Saturday Evening I arrived promptly at 7pm, not wanting to be late. As I approached the waterfront docks, the yacht moored in front of me was enormous. A brisk breeze swept from my left, blowing my hair over my face. I don’t know if it was a chill in the air, or nerves, but I couldn’t stop my arms from shaking and my teeth chattering. I pulled my coat tightly around me and buried my chin into my scarf. As I approached the gangway which led up onto the deck of the yacht, two armed guards suddenly appeared on board and walked down the gangway towards me. “Miss Anderson, correct?” one asked. “Y…yes” I replied. “Come with me” he said sternly. The other guard held his radio to his mouth. “She is here.” As they took me on board, I was trying my best not to panic at what was coming next, what my fate might be on this boat. Whether I would even step foot off it. I was led inside, down one level, and then along a corridor. We stopped in front of one of the cabin doors. “Here is your room, Miss.” “M…my room?” I replied, confused. “Yes, your room. You’ll find your uniform ready for you in the dresser. Shower if you need to. Fix your hair. I’d advise you get dressed promptly though, Mr Vennochi will visit you soon. That final sentence… Suddenly, I was filled with dread again. Had me brought me here just to have sex with me again? I stepped into the room and before I had chance to turn around, the guard shut the door behind me, locking the door from the outside. I was trapped. A caged animal. Panic finally overwhelmed me, I frantically searched my new living quarters for an exit, but no window in the bedroom or bathroom was large enough for a human to squeeze through. As the reality of my new situation set in, I sat on the edge of the bed and began to cry. I really was a prisoner here. ‘I’m not getting out of here right now’ I thought. ‘Be smart Abi, play along for now and take your chance later.’ I wiped a tear from my cheek and lifted my head up. As I scanned the room again, I began to notice how lavish the décor was. The bed I was sat on was as wide as it was long, the crisp black and gold bedding soft to touch. The floor in front of me had an ornate mosaic in the centre, and every surface from the floor to the ceiling and everything in between was decorated in beautiful marble with gold finishing everywhere. It was like a palace. I got up and walked back into the bathroom. Separate stand alone bath and walk in shower, his & hers wash basins with a long mirror running across one wall. As I re-entered the bedroom I noticed a vanity table and mirror in between two large wardrobes. I approached it and began to open its drawers. A hair dryer and all manner of hair styling equipment in the left hand side. In the drawers on the right all manner of beauty and skincare products. There were brushes, foundations, blushers, eye shadows, pencils, eyelash extensions, lipstick and gloss, varnishes, removers and wipes, serums… A chill ran down the back of my neck. I shut the drawer slowly and stepped backwards, ‘how long were they planning on holding me here’ I thought. I remembered what the guard said about a uniform. I opened the wardrobe on the right but there was nothing other than a few towels and a couple of dressing gowns. I moved to the one on the left and opened the door. One push up balconette bra, blush pink with black detailing. One matching high waisted panty and garter belt. One set of black stockings. One set of black platform heels. One black masquerade mask. On the shelf there was also a set of silver and black dangly earrings, and a crystal diamante choker. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. One of the guards began to speak from the other side: “Mr Vennochi will be on board in 45 minutes. I trust you are getting ready, Miss.” ‘Fuck’ I thought. Just go with it for now Abi, you aren’t getting out of this room yet. I went back to the other wardrobe and grabbed a bath towel and one of the robes and quickly got undressed, before jumping into the shower. After showering, I dried my hair at the vanity table and began to rummage through the beauty products. ‘Not my usual brands, but it’ll have to do for now.’ I didn’t know what kind of look I was supposed to go for, but I was running out of time so I just applied some light make up for the time being. As I finished applying my lipstick I rubbed my lips together and pouted in the mirror. Hopefully it is satisfactory to at least get me out of this room. Then I can think about how I get off this yacht. I didn’t know how long I had left, so I quickly hung my robe on the back of the bathroom door and took what I had been left out of the wardrobe, before sitting on the edge of the bed to get dressed. I pulled the panty and garter belt up over my hips. I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or worried that it fit perfectly. Then I clipped the bra in and pulled the straps over my shoulders before adjusting. Now I turned my attention to each stocking. As I pulled them up to my thigh I clipped them into the garter belt. I stepped over to the mirror and placed the earrings in each ear, before tying the choker around my neck. Finally I sat back on the bed to put the heels on. After tying the ankle strap I stood up to look at myself in the mirror again. ‘What the hell happened Abi’ I thought ‘how have you ended up here?’. I sat back on the edge of the bed and awaited my fate for now. 5 minutes later, I could hear multiple sets of footsteps in the hallway outside. Then the noise of a key entering the lock and turning. The door swung open, and there he was. Luca Vennochi. He stepped inside before closing the door behind him. “Abigail Anderson, look at you” he beamed, stretching his hands out in praise. “See, I knew you were the full package. Smart, punctual, and look at you now. Absolutely beautiful. Come. You are going to turn heads tonight.” I gingerly stood up from the bed, with these heels on I was almost as tall as Luca. As he stopped in front of me he placed his hands on my arms. I couldn’t help but shudder and close my eyes, as painful memories of last night flooded my mind. “Hey sweetheart, its okay, I ain’t touching you tonight.” Mr Vennochi smiled, “We are going to start you off slowly this evening. You’ll be serving drinks to my guests. Your job is simple. I want you to smile, look pretty, maybe wiggle that ass of yours. You can manage that can’t you?” “I think so” I replied. “So is this some kind of party?” “Yeah exactly, a party. Just serve my guests drinks and smile. You’re going to knock em dead Abi.” With that, Luca backed away, blowing a kiss before opening the door and closing it behind him. I was alone again. A minor relief. ‘I am getting out of this room’ I thought. This is good, maybe I can somehow slip away during this ‘party’. No sooner had Mr Vennochi disappeared down the hall, when there was another knock on the door. It was one of the guards who had brought me onboard. “Follow me Miss, you’re required downstairs now.” He held the door open as if signaling me to walk through. I obliged but realised I didn’t know whether to go left or right. The guard quickly shut the door behind us before pointing his arm to my right. As we got the end of the corridor, he instructed me once more: “Through this door, then take a left and go down the stairs. Ballroom is directly ahead. You are to go through the door on the right”. ‘Ballroom’ I thought, what sort of event is Mr Vennochi hosting? As I got to the bottom of the stairs I couldn’t see any visible exits, but I was immediately greeted by the double doors to the ballroom, the door to the right had a sign above it labelled ‘Galley’. I slowly pushed it open and was greeted by a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo. “Which one are you?” he asked bluntly. “Um…Abigail” I replied “Well ‘um Abigail’, I presume you know the drill right? Refrigeration units are here, the champagne, the wine, yada yada. Here are the spirits. Anything the bar is low on, you come here for right. Other than that, you stay on the floor, taking drinks from the bars to the tables, orders from the tables back to the bars and so on. Here, your first job. Champagne, make sure every guest has been offered a drink” As he moved to the side, a large silver platter sat on the table with ten champagne flutes on. “You move quickly now yeah, get these handed out and come back for another platter.” “So back here for these, not the bar?” I reply. “Yes back here for these, the guests are arriving so we move these quickly you understand, the bar will deal with orders later.” I pick up the platter, trying my best to show this isn’t the first time I’ve waitressed in my life. The glasses quietly clink as I try my best to hold the platter still. I push the door with my hip and then again with the door into the ballroom. As it opens up my eyes are immediately drawn to a giant chandelier that dominates the centre of the room. The door I’ve just come through is one of two on opposite sides on the room, with a double staircase leading down to the main floor. Once on the main floor, there are ciricular tables scattered across the ballroom floor, booths along one wall, and then the bar on the opposite side to the booths. There must be thirty to forty guestrs here already, as well as a few women I notice who must also be forced into working here, courtesy of being in similar dress as me. I slowly make my way down the stairs to the main floor, trying not to trip in my heels, or spill any champagne. As I wandered in between tables and brushed past shoulders, I tried my best to recognise any of the guests, and the other girls working here, but none of them I’d seen before. There was money here though, serious money. Judging by the accents. Russians, Sheikhs. Every chance I got, I was glancing at the other girls. Every single one of the waitresses were dressed like me, smiling as if they didn’t have a care in the world. How many of them had been forced here against their will?’ How many of them had been touched…’ There was a marked difference between the waitresses and the girls at the tables, or on the arms of guests though. Every single one of them had the same vacant expression, their eyes empty as if they were, disconnected. Not really present in the room. I noticed one walking towards me so I placed my platter of drinks on the bar and pretended I was quickly adjusting my stocking. As she approached I made eye contact with her but she just stared right through me, as if I wasn’t even there. ‘Something is very off with this place, I need to get out of here’ I thought. I finished handing out drinks to guests and quickly made my way back to the galley. No one was in when I arrived so I placed my platter down and searched around. Not a single door out of here other than the one into the main hallway, or the other entrance I just came through. I don’t know why I thought it would be different, but this yacht literally was a ratway. Small corridors, only one or two exits out of rooms. My only way off this boat was probably over the gangway which I walked on. I knew why Luca had us here. It’s the perfect prison. As I placed my hands on the counter, the same man from before walked in. “You, Abigail wasn’t it. Downstairs. Luca is about to give his speech. Then you’ll be on bar service.” As I stepped back outside and headed downstairs, guests were looking towards the other staircase. I made my way over to the bar where bottles of champagne wer waiting to be distributed to each table. The lights suddenly dimmed and Luca appeared through the entrance at the top of the stairs. Luca’s speech was short but consisted of thanks to all his friends and partners across the globe for being here once again, and he hopes everyone enjoy the drinks and the girls… Those last three words stuck with me palying over and over for the next few minutes after he disappeared. I hadn’t wanted to believe it before now, but it made perfect sense. They are being forced to escort. As I moved towards the bar I felt someone grab my arm. I spun round to see a clean shaven man in a black suit, his dark hair greying, and he was carrying a whisky glass which looked to be swaying in his hand. “And what might I call you maam?” His lecherous gaze looked me up and down, his breath strong with the smell of scotch. “Abigail, sir,” I smiled. “Abigail. I think you and I should get better acquainted, what do you say?” As he finished speaking he swallowed the remainder of his glass and placed it on the table. “Oh I’m just a waitress sir, can I get you another drink?” “Is that so. Yes actually, another large scotch, Abigail.” “Certainly sir.” Saturday Midnight My feet were killing me, all I wanted now was my bed. As guests had started to disappear, either with some of the young girls, or carried off completely intoxicated by the guards. I made my way back into the galley. Once again I was greeted with silence. Suddenly, I was filled with urge to make a run for it. If I was going to do it, surely now was the time. I peeked my head around the door and checked if the coast was clear. Nothing coming from either direction. I slowly crept into the hallway, then made my way up the stairs. I only knew for certain one way of getting off this boat. It was back past my room, then up another set of stairs, and through a doorway, which would eventually lead out onto the deck. I could only hope that the gangway was still down. As I crept down the hallway, past my room. I got to the end of the hallway, and the door which led up another floor. So far so good. As I placed my hand on the door and started to push it open, a figure suddenly appeared on the other side of the door. The last person on earth I wanted to see, Luca Vennochi. “Well well well, Abigal Anderson. You really did knock em dead tonight!” I didn’t say a word in response. Luca’s smile suddenly turned sour as his expression changed. “Where were you going Abigail, because I know that you know, that your room is just down that hall. You weren’t trying to leave now were you? Because you’re a smart, punctual, beautiful woman.” Now I was afraid. “No of course not Luca, just got disorientated. It’s been a tiring evening.” “Yes. Yes it has. I must say Abigail. I’m impressed. You’re first night and you were great. So great in fact. It seems you have caught the eye of on our guests. Miss Abigail Anderson, on your first night! I knew bringing you on board was a good idea.” “W…what do you mean” I asked. “One of the guests tonight, normally it’s the working girls who are shall we say, available for ‘auction’. But he’s going to pay good money for you. He specifically asked for ‘Abigail the waitress’.” “Please Luca.” I begged. “You said I was to serve drinks to your guests. I’ve done exactly as you asked.” “Oh you have my sweet. You have excelled. But you know, he wants you and is willing to pay above the odds so. You are going to take him into your cabin and do exactly as he says, anything he wants.” Luca stepped towards me taking me bar the arm. “Please!” I begged, as he gripped my arm tighter, marching me to my door. “Make sure he enjoys himself Miss Anderson. Maybe blindfold yourself. You seem to enjoy it that way”. Luca opened the door and shoved me inside before shutting and locking it behind him. To be continued

After finishing off her bbc john and sending him off, Anaya couldn't help but glance at a man standing outside her window, stroking himself off to her naked body. Had he been there this entire time? Watching as Anaya's swollen pussy took a pounding she won't soon forget. The thought that this man had gotten hard and was stroking one off at her made her instantly horny. She ultimately invited him in, what's the harm in a little sex with a stranger..? Well soon Anaya would exactly know just the hurt that could come of inviting a random man into your bed because before she even knew what was going on, he had handcuffs on her. With Anaya restrained, the man took advantage and slid his cock right into her. She may have been making slight sounds of protest, but her slick wet pussy gave her straight away - Anaya was every bit as turned on by all of this as the man was. It was well after an hour or so of the man relentlessly slamming his cock into Anaya's sweet pussy that he decided to finally take the cuffs off her. At this point she was more than a willing participant in this extreme scene of debauchery. Anaya couldn't help but moan and plead for more as he drove into her time and time again like a jackhammer. 📼

Brother and Sister, today we celebrate your membership to our Order. Today, under the star's light and the watch of the Gods of the Veil, we feast. We feast on a massive amount of pure pleasure and pain energies ! In the name of Haran'Saz, the incarnation of delight and agony, we will taste and mutilate this Dull One's body ! In the Name of Sch'Tal, The eternal Husher, we will suck the life out of her weak body and send her soul into the Chapel of the Hush ! Ô Goddesses of the Veil, Sisters of Deviousness, please give us your permission to dive into our deepest passion and perversions in the quiet of death ! From now on, in the name of the Gods of the Veil, you will never leave us.. You'll never leave me. We are you... and you are us. Now, let's explore the Holy Flesh Gift which is given to us. Now we are bound through space and time. -Wakey wakey... It seems our guest finally woke up...Prepare the shrine, Brother. It's time to offer our gifts to the Goddesses. Now, my sleepy sweetie, drink that, it's a little gift for you. You will thank me later, trust me... The masked woman opens a flask containing a thick dark substance smelling like parfume. The victim is too dizzy and weak...which makes her unable to fight. So the woman in black quickly covers her mouth as she tries to spit it out... Now everything fades away again for the poor soul... and who knows in what kind of nightmare she's gonna dive in... Slowly, as she progressively open her eyes, the first thing she could perceive is a pale unexpressive face staring at her. Her sight gets sharper and sharper, until she can finally say that it is a mask. Her heart is beating and adrenaline's flowing through her veins. She tries to scream and break free, but she realises that she was gagged plus, a firm hand is pressing on her mouth as an arm maintains her on the ground plus some sort of ropes on her wrists. -Shhhhh, don't try to scream, nobody will hear you anyway... Said a feminine voice next to her hear. Her breath was so fast and heavy. The other feminine silhouette to her right approaches her face next to her, a slender finger over her ceramic lips. As the moon was bright, she can distinguish the eyes of her attacker, she could feel the sadism and the level of perversion mind behind that human carricature. Like if a demon was disguising itself to mock mortals. -The altar is ready, Exarcha. Said the deep and calm male voice, as she looks around, she sees a third hooded figure, with another one of those unexpressive and terrifying masks. -Do you know why you are here, Dull one ? Because I chose you. Why you ? Well, Don't you think i'm aware that you were following us? And that wasn’t your first time, was it ? My sister here found your notes, You are very... meticulous. Vigilants of Stendarr, right ? I'm sorry but nobody will save you. You wanted to see who was behind that masks ? Now You will feel it. And you will like it. The masked woman was touching her shaking breasts, was it because of the cold or the fear ? or both... The snoopy girl is terrified but the caress of her abductress feels like divine's touching. Is she losing her mind ? This was totally not the expected sensation in that kind of situation. Plus she is not into women at all. The confusion is like a tempest in her mind, she doesn't know anymore if she should feel either fear or pleasure ? Anyway, sensation is incredibly sweet and even reassuring. But suddenly, something less... feminine starts to penetrate her at the same time. The woman starts to panick and scream into her gag until a soft «calm down.. » resounds in her head.It was like the hooded lady was in her mind, which makes the poor captive look at her. The eyes behind the female mask sometimes looked like they turned red but suddenly go back to the amber color she could hardly perceive. This moment was like eating a sweetroll with steel nails. The taste is still sweet and delicious but it hurts and bleed. The touch of this woman wasn't natural. It looks almost like it's from another world. -Do you feel that, my dear ? The Goddess touches you through me ! But you don’t deserved pleasure, Dull one. The only thing you deserve is excruciating pain and a slow death. Pleasure is only for the Chosen Ones. Suddenly, her touching feels like acid burning her skin and what felt that a paradise of pleasure and terror turned into pure hell. The hooded man hurts her and the caress that felt like pure softness now feels like burning. -Hold her still, sister and you brother, keep going. Feel her despair, feel the Goddesse's touch upon you ! She is with us tonight ! The assaulted woman fighting with all her might as the three hooded cultists are molesting her. Once again, all of a sudden , the burning over her skin fades away to let coming back the sweet and soft touch she enjoyed before it was hell on Earth. -Shhhh, calm down... my brother and sister are new, be tender and soft with them, would-you ? Feel how they pleasure you, even if you don't deserve it... Aren't we magnanimous ?... The woman closes her eyes and what was agony and terror is now exctasy and pure joy... Her mind is completly chaotic, bombed by intense mix of sensations, that even the most negative ones become as sweet as honey. Even the guttural grunts of the man, once terrifying are now sounding like romantic moanings and the body of the sister she's on, feels like the most comfortable bed she could dream of. -I feel you are about to... brother. Mhmm, can you feel the need ? Come on, sister... we will watch. Both women step aside and sit next to them, disturbingly watching their brother doing his deed while both are touching themselves... The woman is not fighting anymore, even without the divine touch, she is still in another world...Like she was under a very powerful drug’s influence. Although, even a realy good skooma or mushroom cannot create such effect. But that doesn’t matter anymore, the poor Vigilant is too far to come back. The thirsty brother came almost in a minute after the women sat. Being observed while fucking another seems to be something that really turn him on and the Exarcha seems to know all about it. Even the abused girl had orgasms, many, even. She stayed on the ground, without moving or trying to talk, just some pitiful moanings... Just watching the stars and being high... she doesn't knows anymore where she is or what just happened. Now the group of cultists were standing around her, knives and swords in their hands... At this moment, it was already too late for the poor woman, the three zealots start to stab her body, make cuttings all over her body, mutilating it, all in bursts of sinister laughters. Once life left the victim's body, they put the corpse, yet warm, on the shrine, letting the blood flow all over it. The energies presents in this place are overwhelming and powerful. So much pain, terror but also exctatic pleasure and exquisite joy.. The perfect cocktail of sensations privileged by the Sisters of Deviousness, the two Dark Goddesses for whom this ritual is intended. Those strong emotional energies are all over the place, opening a gate between the God's Realm and Nirn. The Goddesses are here, watching the scene, now Harania and her new adepts have to celebrate their pact. They slowly undress but let the masks over their face, for now. -Heyy, don't stay so far away from us...come on, it's so cold out there... Harania puts a finger over her lips and says, in hushed tones : -Remove your masks, now... Let your exctasy reveal itself to us. But don't say a word too loud, we are under the Stat of Silence. Help each other if you need but stay quiet. The two adepts are obeying, Harania knows how difficult it is, which shows her that her followers show seriousness and great will. Which leaves a smile on the face of their mistress. The debauchery was intense in this dark part of the woods, while the light slowly penetrates through the leaves of the trees. The bodies contort in positions more obscene than each other, just in front of the mutilated corpse of the Vigilant. Still warm and full powerful energies, increasing the intensity of pleasure... Their heart are beating, their body sweating as the gaze of their Goddesses is upon them. The breach through the dimensions is not large and deep enough for Them to give a sign of Their presense but enough to get into their mind and stimulate their bodies and thoughts, inspiring them even more depraved desires, fantasies and all kind of perversions. Harania loved when her brother licked her, Tonelia couldn’t help but cum while she was both penetrated and fingered. -Don't break the silence ! Says Harania, in again, hushed tones, hastily covering his brother's mouth to avoid offending their Deity. The ritual ends when every particpants have reached their Paradisum, in the Octahedron's traditions, it means a very intense orgasm, tremendously increased by the emotional energies present in the area, refined by The Goddess. Harania had to cover her brother's mouth due to his incapacity to stay silent, which is forgivable due the level of pleasure. After his last moaning, the mistress puts her hand off and smile. There is a very specific calm and quiet in this place. It is like they are in some sort of a bubble, lost in space... only the breathing, sometimes whispers can be heard. It's like everything else disappears, from animals and insects sounds to the wind blowing through the tree leaves . An incredible feeling of safety and peace are surrounding the three Cultists. They are high, still naked, sometimes lying down, sometimes seated, close to each others. Like a familly. At this moment, Harania has a tear falling from her eye that she quicly wipes away... All are Watching the stars going away to let the dawn rise. This is the most beautiful and cheerful moment the Exarcha had in a decade. And the most extreme and exquisite time of revelation and pleasure for the two others. The gift of the Goddess of Silence are now upon them, after the ultimate debauchery and exctasy, now comes the real peace. The only thing they are hearing is some sort of a very relaxing music, made of unkown instruments and sounds. Something coming directly from the God’s Realm. A real divine serenity was offered to them as a gift for the sacrifice. Which also seals their new Pact. The adepts are now fully members of the Cult. Blessed by the Sisters of Deviousness. They are on their path to become agents of agony and pleasure as givers of merciless death and silence. Brother Dirge and even sister Tonilia who came at first because they were charmed by their mistress luxury and noble airs but now, their attention is True. They are here to be these agents of exctatic agony and murder. The true wealth they were both deeply and secretly inspiring to. Also, there is something very particular given to them. Something unique and beautiful they didn't expect to get by following Harania at first : A family.