4 comments/ 12168 views/ 5 favorites Diverging Paths Ch. 01 By: Lost_in_translation This is an original work. Any similarities to any other works or characters are purely coincidental. A big note of gratitude and thanks to SlaveGirl70 for giving this some TLC in my weak areas. Chapter 1 is a little bit of a slow burn, but hang in there...it'll be well worth it, especially moving into future chapters. Constructive comments are always welcome. Enjoy! "Let's go, Baby Ruth or we're going to miss our flight! We've got 15 minutes to get outta here if we plan on watching the sun go down over Miami Beach with margaritas in our hands!" Comically annoyed, Lacey stuck her head out of the shower, "For the millionth time, Megan, it's BABE Ruth and we're not going to be late. I can either finish my shower or you can smell me in all my softball practice glory for the next 5 hours, your choice." "Fine, just hurry up. And try to look a like a girl, would ya? The only sweaty body I want near me is some hot, shirtless cowboy. Do you think Texas boys go to Miami for Spring Break?" Megan asked. Stepping out of the shower, dripping and wrapped in a towel, Lacey hustled over to her chest of drawers, digging to find something comfortable for the flight from Detroit. "I'm pretty sure even cowboys like beaches and bikinis. What red-blooded American boy can resist that?" Lacey Montgomery chose an outfit that suited her tomboyish personality, jeans and a University of Michigan t-shirt. She'd spent her whole life more interested in softball than boys. Lacey was too blinded by her training and practice regimens to realize how attractive she truly was. Her 21year old, 5' 8", 125 pound frame perfectly held her shapely figure, athletic build and propped up her full 34C breasts to perfection. Her shoulder length dark blonde hair was always pulled back into her trademark ponytail as not to fall into her baby blue eyes. She was always too absorbed in her own world to realize just how many heads she turned on a regular basis. She'd had a few boyfriends throughout high school and even engaged in sex a couple of times, but her partners could never hold her interest for one reason or another and never left her satisfied. Her Sports Management studies took up any remaining time that wasn't spent on the softball diamond, in the gym or in the batting cage. She had two semesters remaining before she graduated with her degree and moved on to represent athletes as a sports agent. To say Lacey was 'driven' was an understatement. This Spring Break trip was exactly what was needed before entering the home stretch to graduation. Megan Baylor was the diametric opposite of Lacey. Her curly chestnut hair accentuated her exquisitely feminine features. From her almond shaped, hazel eyes to her pouty pink lips, everything about Megan screamed 'sensual'. She stood a mere 5' 2" and complained about weighing 100 pounds; a fair amount of that weight was accounted for by her surgically enhanced 32D tits; a high school graduation present from her dad. She could have any guy she wanted, and usually did. Even if her prey tried the old "I have a girlfriend" excuse, Megan would smile and simply say, "The more the merrier." It was clear that Megan did just enough school work to stay off her parent's radar but her focus, clearly, was on her "experimental years." The uneventful trip to Miami Beach was followed by a taxi ride to the beachfront hotel. Megan and Lacey peered out the cab's windows and felt like kids in a candy store. Shirtless college men everywhere and each one of them on the prowl looking for that big Spring Break score. Lacey could feel the faint tingle in her belly, that giddy nervous sexual energy starting to surface. Megan, being the 'easy' one, was already getting wet in anticipation, her hot breath fogging up the window. "Reel it in, slutbag." Lacey laughed at Megan, "We have all week." In the span of an hour after landing, the two had checked into their hotel room, grabbed a bite to eat, donned their bikinis and were beach-bound. The midday sun accompanied by the light breeze felt good on their skin as they began staking their sandy claim. "Hey, get my back, would ya?" Megan asked as she handed the tube of sun tan oil to Lacey. As Lacey was flipping the cap open, Megan turned her back to Lacey and quickly pulled the strings of her top leaving Megan holding the petite top against her huge tits. Lacey looked at her inquisitively. "What? I don't want tan lines," she giggled shyly looking back over her shoulder. Lacey started at her waist working up to her shoulders. Her deliberately long strokes up and down Megan's back did nothing to abate Megan's growing sexual appetite and caused her to purr softly. When Megan thought Lacey wasn't paying attention, she pulled the bikini top away and quickly spun her massive breasts into Lacey's massaging hands. The shocked look on Lacey's face was priceless and sent Megan into a fit of laughter that drew the attention of everyone around them. Lacey knew she had been the victim of one of Megan's classic pick up tricks. She shook her head in amused disbelief then looked back to the task at hand. "OK. Might as well get these while we're at it, I guess." Lacey giggled playfully as she rubbed a layer of the coconut oil onto Megan's gorgeous mounds. Megan finally regained her composure and tied her bikini top. She looked over at Lacey, "I'm sorry, but that was funny and you know it." Lacey smirked but didn't return Megan's look. Megan's hands covered her mouth and her eyebrows rose as she analyzed Lacey's face. "OH MY GOD! You enjoyed that! You liked it, didn't you, you closet freak?" Lacey continued to spread her beach towel on the sand and slyly smiled, "I'll be pleading the Fifth on that." The next two hours were interspersed with casual conversation and fits of giggling interrupted by the occasional gawking and admiring of passersby. They turned front to back as if on a timed rotisserie to ensure that every inch of them was kissed by the sun properly and evenly. As the girls lay on their backs with their eyes closed, Lacey felt a cooling shadow fall across her face. She shaded her eyes with her hand and looked up at what she thought was quite possibly the most handsome man she'd ever laid eyes on. "Hello, ladies. I hope I'm not intruding. I'm Emilio and this is my friend, Caleb." Emilio had a thick Latin accent, assumedly Cuban. He was obviously one who took pride in his appearance. Although not overbearingly muscular, he seemed fit. His black hair was neatly trimmed and a light beard framed his dark Latin features. Caleb, however, was an impressive physical specimen with broad shoulder, rippling muscles and blonde hair peeking out from under a straw cowboy hat. His aviator sunglasses hid his eyes. "Afternoon, ladies," Caleb gave Lacey a casual salute and his thick Texas accent became clear. Not daring to take her eyes off these men out of fear they may be a mirage, Lacey's arm floundered behind her trying to get Megan's attention. Megan finally looked up, astonished by the appearance of the Texas Adonis she'd dreamt about as her nipples visibly stood at attention. "We're having a party at our beach house tonight. We got a DJ and booze and everything. All it's missing is you." Emilio winked and handed Lacey a flier with the address and a photo of the house. "Will you guys be there?" Megan chimed in looking around Emilio and directly at Caleb. Caleb used his index finger to push up the brim of his cowboy hat, pulled off his aviators and looked directly into Megan's eyes with a boyish grin, "Yes, maam." Lacey leaned over, put a finger under Megan's chin and gently closed her gaping mouth with a grin. "Does that answer your question? Say, 9ish?" Emilio and Caleb turn on their heels and began to stride away from the two awestruck college girls. Emilio fished his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number as they walked. "Mr. Lucas, it's Emilio. Please call me as soon as possible. It's urgent. I believe we found the package you've been looking for." Emilio hit 'End Call', looked at Caleb and smiled as the two high-fived and walked down the beach. ** "Are you about ready to go, Lacey?" Megan called from the bathroom. "Ready as I'll ever be," replied Lacey. After finishing applying the finishing touches to her hair and makeup, Megan emerged from the bathroom to see Lacey sitting cross-legged on the bed wearing denim cutoffs and an 'I love Michigan' t-shirt. "Oh...you are SO not ready to go." Megan let out an exasperated grunt. "You need to look like the only girl at the party that Emilio can't say 'no' to, got it? Lose the t-shirt, the bra and the panties and put your bikini top back on. You need the 'girls' on display, front and center." Lacey knew Megan's method for bagging a guy was fail-proof. With her wardrobe adjusted, Megan went to work on Lacey's makeup and hair. Megan's expertise made short work of the task, making Lacey irresistible. Ten minutes had passed when Megan stopped, stepped back and looked at her handiwork with a surprised look on her face. "Holy shit...I never realize just how beautiful you were until just now. If you weren't my bestie, I'd be all over you right here and now, party or no party." Lacey blushed from the compliment and started for the door with Megan in tow. ** The girls walked through the open front door just after 9. It was obviously the right place given the loud music, scantily clad coeds gyrating and jumping everywhere and the smell of alcohol. They pushed through the crowd looking for their hosts. Making their way through the writhing crowd, the girls found the expansive back yard. A massive pool was the centerpiece of activity where partiers in all states of undress were splashing and laughing. As they surveyed the activity, Lacey felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to find herself looking straight into Emilio's eyes. "I'm very glad you made it," Emilio smiled. "Can I get you ladies a drink? I make a mean mojito." The mischievous look in his eyes made it impossible to say no. "Umm...is your cowboy friend here?" Megan asked surveying the crowd. "Caleb? He's here somewhere. He probably has his pants down somewhere proving the myth." "What myth would that be?" asked Megan with a raised eyebrow. Emilio chuckled, "You'll have to ask him about it. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to explain." The girls stood and idly chatted until Emilio returned, drinks in hand. After a quick toast the questions began. Where are you from? What do you do? When are you leaving? Caleb strode up confidently, wearing only his faded jeans and cowboy hat. "Emilio told me you were here. I've been waiting to see you all day." His comments were stated as a generality, but Megan knew they were intended for her. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes traced every inch of Caleb's form, sending shivers down her spine and igniting warmth beneath the miniskirt she wore. The heavy handed mojito was already working its magic on Megan's inhibitions as she reached out and put her tiny hand on Caleb's rock hard chest. "Sorry. I just had to make sure you were for real." Megan blushed and mouthed the words "oh my god" to Lacey. "So what's with this big myth I'm hearing about you, Caleb?" Lacey asked. "Well, they say everything is bigger in Texas. I'm just doing my best to prove it." Caleb reached for the button on his jeans. "Hold it right there, cowboy." Megan put her hand on his. "Let's go get to the bottom of this somewhere more private. Don't worry, Lacey, I'll give you a full report on my findings later." Megan playfully bit her bottom lip, grabbed Caleb by the hand and started back towards the house. Caleb smiled and tipped his hat to Emilio and Lacey as he was led away. "See you shortly, amigo." Emilio's eyes narrowed as he nodded to Caleb. ** Megan was pulling Caleb through the crowd of partiers toward a flight of stairs she'd keenly noticed earlier. As they reached the base of the stairs Caleb gave her arm a jerk nearly sending her airborne back into him. As her body roughly collided with his, Megan looked up a Caleb questioningly. He smiled at her, "My house, my rules." Megan let out surprised squeal as he effortlessly threw her over his shoulder and bounded up the stairs. Caleb threw open the first bedroom door he came to and stepped inside only to realize it was currently in use. A cute redhead was busy on the bed on her elbows and knees being savagely fucked from behind with her face buried in another coed's pussy. Lost to the moment, none of them even noticed Caleb's presence as he backed out of the room. The master bedroom at the end of the hall was now their destination. Megan was still giggling and squirming as if she could possibly escape the behemoth if she'd wanted. Caleb threw open the massive door and proceeded to dump Megan on the large four poster bed in an unceremonious, laughing heap. As Caleb returned to the door and turned the deadbolt, ensuring privacy, Megan peeled off her shirt, throwing it in Caleb's direction. He turned and was awestruck at the sight of Megan's enormous tits. Her small, dark brown areolas were highlighted by her fully hardened nubs; he froze where he stood. Megan slinked off the bed, her unbuttoned mini skirt fluidly falling to the floor as she stood and slid to her knees in front of him. Her hands began tracing the bulge in Caleb's pants, first with her hands then with her mouth. He could feel the warmth of her mouth caressing his cock, which demanding to be released. She deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and began to pull them down. Her eyes widened in wonder as the myth was confirmed to be true. Caleb's huge cock sprang free causing her to gasp at its size. It was easily 10 inches long and her tiny hand couldn't quite encompass its girth. Megan eagerly went to work on the massive man meat in front of her. Holding Caleb in one hand, her tongue gliding up and down the length of his shaft leaving a wet trail of saliva as her other hand reached under and began gently squeezing and tugging on his balls. She looked up into Caleb's eyes as she began to swallow as much as she could manage, slowly and steadily until she thought her jaw would unhinge and held it there; his eyes rolled back into his head. She held more of him in her mouth than any other felatrix before her. Megan pulled off his cock and gasped for air leaving strings of saliva bridging the short gap between them. She went in for a second helping but didn't hold it for long before settling on a nice moderate pace. Her technique was impeccable. As she enveloped the massive head with her mouth, her hand slid all the way to the base of his cock then back up to meet her lips as she pulled off his glans, leaving only the tip in her mouth leaving Caleb feeling as though she was deepthroating his entire member. Caleb had been pent up all day staring at all the semi nude bodies on the beach and fantasizing on this very moment with Megan. Her pace continued for several minutes as her keen hearing picked up a change in Caleb's breathing. She matched her pace with his ragged breaths and began squeezing and sucking with incrementally increasing pressure. Megan felt the telltale twitching, the harbinger of climax. Caleb's breathing stopped and with a guttural moan erupted like a breached dam flooding Megan's expert mouth with his warm semen. Jet after massive jet filled Megan's eager mouth to capacity exceeding her ability to swallow. She continued squeezing and sucking as rivulets of cum escaped the corners of her mouth, spilling his cum all over her buxom chest. She didn't let up until Caleb's ragged breathing became more regular as the endorphin overload began to subside. His whole body shuddered as he came to his senses. "Holy fuck!" He looked down at the cum soaked coed and smiled. "I'm moving to Michigan if that's how y'all girls take care of your men." Megan blushed. "I reckon the gentlemanly thing to do is return the favor." He took Megan by the hands and helped her to the bed, guiding her to the center of the bed lying on her back. Caleb reached into the drawer of the night stand, retrieved a black satin blindfold and smiled down at her. "My house, my rules, remember?" Megan lifted her head as he fit the mask snugly covering her eyes; a giddy giggle escaped Megan's lips. He collected both of her small hands into one of his and lifted them over her head as he straddled her tiny frame. She could feel his weight shift toward the head of the bed then feel of cold metal encircled one wrist and the sound of ratcheting metal only meant one thing; handcuffs. Before Megan could react, Caleb had both hands restrained and climbed off the bed. "So this is how it's going to be, huh?" Megan questioned. "This is how is HAS to be." Caleb replied firmly. Megan heard a drawer open and close then felt his hand roughly grab her hip and turn her partially on her side then a sting on her butt cheek. "Ow! What the fuck, Caleb? What did you just do to me?" Megan growled struggling against her bonds. Caleb said nothing as she cursed him repeatedly. He began getting dressed while the drug took effect. Less than a minute passed when Megan's body drifted into a deep slumber, her breathing slow and rhythmic. The deed was done. ** "Well, it looks like we have some time on our hands. Do you know the salsa?" Lacey couldn't help but laugh at Emilio. "I'm from Michigan. The only salsa I know goes on my tacos." He covered his eyes with his hand in disbelief. "By the end of the night, I know which salsa you'll like better. Come, I'll show you." Emilio led her to the makeshift dance floor. He left her standing just long enough to walk to the DJ, whisper a few words in his ear and slip him some cash. He returned to Lacey with devilish grin. "You said you were an athlete so this shouldn't be a problem." He showed her the basic salsa rhythm and told her to just follow his lead. Emilio was an excellent teacher and a more amazing dancer. For the next half hour the DJ played nothing but salsa music as requested. Emilio and Lacey were a constant blur of motion, spinning and dipping around the dance floor. The seductive movements slowly kindled the sexual tension between them, building slowly, yet to crescendo. As if on cue, the DJ shifted gears and slowed the beat inviting a more intimate atmosphere as the lights dimmed. Emilio pulled her tight to his body, their eyes locked, oblivious to the world. He put his hand behind Lacey's head and slowly pulled her in for a kiss, their tongues mingling. Her arms wrapped around his neck and held his lips to hers as they slowly swayed to the music, hungry for a man that she felt might somehow hold her attention. Unaware of the others around them, they bumped into another couple. "Ouch!" Lacey squeaked. "I think that guy just pinched my ass." Lacey looked at the couple they bumped into and realized the couple was focused on each other. She turned back to face Emilio and felt the world start to spin, just a little at first. "Whoa! Do you have someplace I can lay down for a minute? I'm dizzy all of the sudden." Emilio peered at her with a suspicious look and an evil grin crossed his face. "Of course. Let's get you someplace quiet." Emilio threw her arm around his shoulder and began walking towards the house. Emilio turned his head and whispered into her ear, "Sweet dreams..." Lacey's vision began to narrow, the world went silent...then darkness overtook her. To be continued... Diverging Paths Ch. 02 Thank you all for the positive ratings. Would love to get some feedback, pros and cons. A big thanks to SlaveGirl70 for her attention to detail and keeping my I's dotted and T's crossed. Planning to submit new installations for publication the first week of each month, so mark me as a favorite so you can see when new stuff hits the site. Thanks again and I hope you enjoy the next chapter. ***** The sound of Lacey's own heartbeat sounded like crashing waves in her ears. She would have put her hands over her ears to deaden the sound if only her arms would follow the commands issued by her still foggy brain. Her limbs failed to heed her will as though they were filled with lead. The events leading up to her current state slowly began playing out in her mind. The party, the music, dancing with a boy, getting dizzy, Megan. Her eyes snapped open, still unable to move. Lacey scanned the room for clues and most importantly for her roommate. She wasn't sure what she'd expected to see as her senses returned, but it certainly wasn't this. The room could have rivaled the nicest of dorm rooms she'd ever seen. From her supine position, Lacey craned her head to the right: a writing desk, a chair and a computer monitor. To her left, an open was a door that lead to what appeared to be a bathroom. She looked down over her feet, scanning left to right: an open empty closet, an entertainment center with TV and various other electronics and a closed door, perhaps to freedom. Lacey could start to feel tingling in her hands and feet and began to flex her fingers and toes, begging for feeling and strength to return when she noticed two details that had previously escaped her attention. First, she was completely nude except for the objects of her second realization, matching black leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles each locked in place with a small padlock. She swung her feet over the side of the bed and felt the plush carpet beneath them. Lacey needed to use the bathroom in the most urgent way. Her knees were slightly wobbly as she stood, yet she managed small, meted steps to the toilet. Business complete, Lacey began looking around her new environment. It was clear that no expense was spared in the furnishings or the electronics; all were high end, high quality. As she made her way around the room she spotted a handwritten note on the desk. Welcome, Ms. Montgomery. Your handler will be along shortly. The brief note left even more questions in its wake. The distinct sound of a key engaging a lock snapped Lacey back to the reality of her predicament. Her hands instinctively did their best to cover her nudeness as the figure stepped into her room. He wasn't an imposing figure, perhaps an inch or two taller than she and yet carried himself in a confident and elegant manner. His shaven head and nearly black eyes immediately commanded her attention. "Hello, Ms. Montgomery. I'm Steven, your handler. Mr. Lucas has assigned you to me for training and education," he smiled warmly. Lacey began to slowly put some distance between herself and this stranger. "Where am I? Who's Mr. Lucas? Training for what?" Lacey demanded. "All of your questions will be answered in due time. Now, if you'll come with me, please." Steven turned and opened the door to usher Lacey out. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm naked. I'm not going anywhere like this," Lacey sneered. "Ms. Montgomery, I'm keenly aware of your current state of dress. You'll become accustomed to it as Mr. Lucas commands. Secondly, please don't mistake my placid demeanor for someone with infinite patience. I assure you, my patience does have limits and I won't have them tested. Now, you will come with me, the easy way or the hard way. The choice is yours." Lacey stood her ground. "I'm not going..." Before the final syllables could leave her mouth, Steven was on her. In a flash, Lacey found herself face down on the floor, hogtied by the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Steven stood and calmly walked to the door, opened it and grabbed a duffle bag sitting just outside. "I'd really hoped we could avoid discipline on our first day." From the bag, Steven retrieved a pulley and three lengths of rope. He stood on the foot of the bed and latched the pulley into a large eyelet anchored in the ceiling that had escaped Lacey's notice. Once the rope was fed through the pulley Steven unclasped Lacey's ankles but kept her wrists connected behind her back. "On your feet, Ms. Montgomery. We don't have all day." Lacey struggled and contorted her body until she was able to stand, dazed and confused. Steven grabbed her bicep firmly and led her to the foot of the bed, facing away from it. Ropes were run through the rings of cuffs on her ankles and anchored to the bed frame holding her feet just more than shoulder width apart. Feet secured, Steven tied one end of the pulley-fed rope to Lacey's wrist cuffs and began pulling the other end. Her wrists were being pulled toward the ceiling forcing her to bend forward at the waist and putting a strain on her shoulders. Steven continued until he began to feel some resistant indicating her physical limit. He tied the rope off to the bed frame and returned once more to his bag of tricks. Steven knelt beside Lacey and roughly pinched her nipple causing it to harden almost instantly. A gasp of pain escaped Lacey's mouth. "A little cooperation could have prevented all this, Ms. Montgomery. I will not have a submissive under my training disobey commands." Steven clamped the first nipple causing Lacey to gasp and grit her teeth at the sudden pinching of her sensitive bud, her eyes widened. The clamp's bite was intensified as he added a small weight to the clamp causing it to close tighter. A small sob escaped Lacey's mouth and a tear rolled down her cheek. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why ME?" Lacey said in a hushed tone. Steven heard her questions but chose to remain silent while he moved to the other side and repeated the process to the other nipple. Steven fetched the final two pieces from his bag. A T-shaped leather belt was secured snuggly around Lacey's waist with the strange third strap dangling between her legs. He walked in front of Lacey, pinched her nose and pulled upwards slightly opening her mouth and slowly began sliding the long, narrow vibrator in and out of her mouth in blow job fashion. "I would recommend plenty of lubrication, Ms. Montgomery." Lacey wasn't much into sucking cock but she had the distinct feeling she should comply for now. Steven allowed the phallus to linger in her mouth just long enough to gather an adequate quantity of saliva. He removed it from her mouth, held in front of her face and twisted the knob at its base causing it to hum to life. Lacey looked down between her legs while Steven began rubbing the toy up and down her inexperienced slit. Each pass caused Lacey to gasp for a breath, causing a shock of pain in her weighted nipples. The mixture of pleasure and pain was utterly confusing to her mind, unknowing the two could coexist. Without any warning, he firmly slid the vibrator home, sinking its full length inside Lacey's warmth. The mysterious third strap was then pulled up and fastened to a buckle on the belt, securely holding the buzzing intruder firmly in place. Lacey's breath caught in her throat with each wave of pleasure the captive vibrator rippled through her body. Each gasp and twitch caused the weights on the clamps to bounce and swing, sending painful feedback through her system. Lacey grasped to understand the synergistic relationship between the two opposite sensations. Steven knelt in front of Lacey. He put a finger under her chin and lifted to make eye contact. "Now that I have your attention, Ms. Montgomery, let me explain a few things to you. First, you are only to speak when directly spoken to. If you are required to respond, you will address me as 'sir'. Do you understand?" "Yes. I understand." Steven reached under and lightly palmed one of the weights until the tension of the chain went slack...then dropped it. A primal, guttural groan of pain escaped Lacey's lips. "Care to rephrase your response?" Steven asked. "Yes, sir. I understand, sir." "Much better. Second, commands are to be followed and executed to the best of your ability, immediately and without question. Are we clear?" "Yes...yes, sir." "Failure to obey commands, as you are currently learning, will result in discipline. And I assure you, Ms. Montgomery, this...this is child's play." Steven stood and walked casually to the door and looked back at Lacey. "I'll be back when I feel you've fully come to terms with your new environment." With those parting words Steven exited the room, locking the door behind him. Steven opened the door directly across the hall from Lacey's room and stepped into his office. He took out a notepad and sat down behind his small desk, jotting down the details of the morning's activities, peeking up periodically to watch the bank of monitors that showed every angle of Lacey's room and studied her. Steven had maintained his composure while he was with Lacey. But now in privacy, his cock swelled at the sights and sounds from his monitors. Most definitely a diamond in the rough. He knew she wouldn't last long in her current position but lessons must be learned. After all, Mr. Lucas had laid out the challenge; could Steven take the tomboyish and unremarkable Lacey and turn her into a confident object of desire and purveyor of pleasure in the same amount of time that it would take Mr. Lucas to transform Megan from selfish and manipulative slut to a perfectly presentable slave? The dank, musty smell wafted through Megan's nose as she began to come around. She'd come-to in strange places before but something about this place seemed different. She felt damp and cold. She slowly opened her eyes. Her dismay set in immediately as the fog in her mind began to settle. She was in a cell of some sort, lying on a cot, naked and without covers. The drugs in her system were wearing off rather quickly; her system was more accustomed to foreign substances. She sat up on the cot and drew her knees to her chest for warmth. Her cell couldn't have been more than eight feet square, cement bricks made up three sides and steel bars with a locked door accounted for the fourth. The cot she sat on took up nearly half of that. A stainless steel toilet was attached to the back wall and a single, flickering fluorescent tube provided minimal light. It felt surreal; something out of a movie she'd once seen between make-out sessions with one of her many boyfriends or one night stands. Her periodic cries for help were answered only by the sound of dripping water in the distance. After several hours, she already felt resigned to whatever fate had in store for her. Megan heard the first sound of life. The sound of a heavy metal door brought her to her feet and moved to the front of her cell. "Hello? Help me! Hello?" Her echoing words were punctuated by the sound of footsteps in the large room. Two large male figures came into view through the dim light approaching her cell. They both looked like the big brutish types; the kind one simply doesn't mess with, perhaps former military, based on their appearance and demeanor. Their square set jaws and dark eyes spoke loud and clear to her. "You'll be coming with us, Ms. Baylor." The tone left no room for debate as the cell door was unlocked. Megan stepped out of the door as the two men, towering above her, each grabbed her by the upper arm and lead her, firmly but not violently from the holding area. Megan was lead up several flights of stairs and through a twisting, turning maze of hallways and finally into what seemed to be a workout room of some sort. Mats and pads lined the floor and mirrors lined the walls. The only thing in the room was a large, smooth wooden beam that extended from the floor to the ceiling. Once inside, Megan was released and permitted to walk around, examining the room. "What is this place? Where am I and who the fuck are you clowns?" demanded Megan. "That pretty little mouth of yours is going to cause you some serious problems." The guard's warning was still lingering in the air when the door opened and the guards parted, allowing the new figure to enter. Megan stopped to see who this man was. He was dressed all in black: shiny black combat boots, black cargo pants and black tank top that displayed the fit, sculpted body of a man who spent many hours keeping himself in shape. His sandy blonde hair was trimmed neatly with every hair perfectly in its place. She looked into his hazel eyes and held his gaze. "Ms. Baylor, my name is Ian Lucas. Welcome to your new home." Megan scoffed, "I don't know where we are, but it certainly isn't my new fucking home, you whacko." Ian smiled, "Our mutual friend Caleb said you were amazing with putting things in your mouth, but it would seem that it's what comes OUT of your mouth is a problem." Ian turned to one of the guards, "Bring my black bag, please." The guard nodded and left the room. Ian turned to the remaining guard. "Call Bravo detail to the training room immediately and put Charlie detail on alert to be here in an hour." The second guard exited the room, leaving Megan and Ian alone. "Ms. Baylor, your time here at my estate can be one of profound ecstasy or one of complete misery; you can live the life of luxury or live as the estate whore." The first guard returned and handed a black backpack to Ian. "Now, on your knees, back against the post, hands and feet behind the post." Ian commanded. "What? Fuck you!" Megan snarled in open defiance. Megan fought as best she could but didn't stand a chance against Ian and the guard. The struggle was over in minutes. Megan's wrists and elbows were securely tied behind her around the post. Her ankles were likewise secured; she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. A rope bound her torso to the post just below her huge heaving tits and a leather strap around her forehead, holding her head in an upright position. As Ian stepped away to survey his handiwork Megan realized there were now at least a dozen men in the room staring at her hungrily and that her face was restrained at crotch height. "Ms. Baylor, you need to realize that you brought this on yourself by failing to speak to me and my staff with respect. Do you understand?" "I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I swear. Please let me go." Tears began streaming down Megan's face as the direness of her situation began to sink in. "It's too late for apologies. Lessons must be learned and hopefully this little exercise won't have to be repeated. So, since your mouth seems to be both your best asset and biggest liability, we'll kill two birds with one stone. There are three security details with 12 men each. You have 3 hours to service all of them. By my math, that's 5 minutes per man. I really hope you're up to the task. Failure will result in further discipline." Ian inserted a ring gag in Megan's mouth forcing her teeth apart and holding her mouth open and fastening it in place. "Gentlemen, feel free to use that dirty little mouth for your entertainment. The rest of her is off limits...for now. You injure her, you deal directly with me. Are we clear?" Each man nodded in understanding. The first cock was in Megan's mouth before the door closed behind Ian. She could only sit there and take it as the men took turns fucking her face. Some pumped her face with reckless abandon as though they hadn't seen a woman in years. Others preferred slow and deep, sliding it down her throat and holding it there. Megan's thankfulness for having no gag reflex was quickly replaced with dread when a cock was lodged in her throat longer than her air supply lasted causing her to gasp deeply for air when it was finally removed. This only fueled the fire with these animals as each man took their turn. Load after hot, sticky load was her reward. Cum covered her pretty face, effectively gluing her eyes closed, and glazed her huge tits, but more than a few had shot their seed directly down her throat. The scene was a blur and Megan lost count of how many men had ejaculated in her mouth or on her face and tits. In Megan's mind it seemed like an eternity. A constant train of cocks; long, short, thick, narrow, cut, uncut...each of them abusing her mouth for their own personal enjoyment and satisfaction. There was a break in the action. She felt one of the men pulling on the strap of the ring that kept her mouth wide open. "You've had this thing in for two hours now. Mr. Lucas said we could take it out providing you behave yourself. Got it?" Megan was thankful and nodded her head enthusiastically. The ring removed, Megan groaned as she opened and closed her mouth, stretching her jaw muscles trying to relieve the ache. Impatiently, the next cock was shoved in her mouth. Megan felt more confident now that she could adequately use her tongue and lips to speed along the process. She began sucking as though her very life depended on it. Her display of renewed effort drove the men into a feeding frenzy. She couldn't see but could hear the number of individual voices steadily decreasing. As each man was sucked to completion and their load deposited, they took their belongings and left the room until she could hear only one man left. "Well, sweet thing, looks like it's just me left. And you got...6 minutes left. Let's see what you got." The last man in the room looked down at her with a conceited grin. "I'll even do you a favor," He walked behind the post and untied the strap holding her head to the post. Megan turned her neck side to side and stretched her stiff neck muscles. The guard walked in front of her, "Five minutes, sweet thing." She wrapped her sore lips around his average sized member and began working feverishly. Her experienced tongue swirled around and hit every sensitive spot with every stroke. She found a steady pace that seemed to be in tune with his breathing. "Two minutes." Megan ignored him and continued. Within 30 seconds she felt that first twitch and went in for the kill. She picked up her pace, dragging her tongue the length of his shaft with every stroke. His breathing stopped but she kept on. He pulled his cock from her mouth and laid stream after stream of his load across her nose and mouth. He stroked himself until the last drop fell into her open and waiting mouth. Mission accomplished, Megan wanted desperately to revel in her perceived victory but she couldn't manage, instead she wept. The man gathered his things and thanklessly walked out the door. Megan quietly sobbed, mildly in shock at the events of the past three hours. She recalled the events that led her to this moment and resolved not to let her mouth be the cause of her problems from this point forward. She heard the door open and someone walk in. "Well, Ms. Baylor, I have to say I'm impressed with your efforts. And based on the comments I heard among the men, they'd happily take a bullet for you for an encore. Now, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" Megan nodded wearily now that the adrenaline high began to wane. Ian made quick work of the ropes by way of trauma shears, freeing her almost instantly. "Ms. Baylor, I don't want you to move. Let me move you. Your shoulders and legs will be sore." Ian grabbed one of the several towels he had carried into the room and gently began wiping the copious amount of semen from her face and tits. He laid her down gently on a clean, dry mat and gently rubbed the aches and pain from her shoulders and legs. Ian gently scooped her up in his arms and carried her from the training room. Her eyes remained closed as she began to relax in his arms. She didn't know if she was too exhausted to move or whether she actually felt comforted by his touch, either way she remained still. Ian had carried her effortlessly for several minutes when she heard a short buzzing sound and a door swing open. Diverging Paths Ch. 02 It was like entering a different world. This had to be the living quarters: quiet, plush, calm. Ian continued with her down a short corridor, into a small studio living area and directly into the bathroom. The room was already warm and steamy from the running shower. Ian gently guided Megan to stand in the warm jets of water. She instinctively reached up to start washing her face. "Hands down, Ms. Baylor. I've got you. You took your discipline admirably, now let me get you cleaned up." His words were firm yet comforting to her which left her confused. Megan simply nodded. Ian spent the next half hour gently washing every inch of Megan's body and hair. "Why are you being nice to me now? I thought you were mad at me." Megan finally uttered in a hushed tone. "No, Ms. Baylor, I was never angry with you, nor would I engage in punishment or pleasure in such a frame of mind. Disappointed? Yes, but I assure you I was not angry. Now let's get you finished up and back to your cell." To be continued...