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A Tied That Binds Pt. 01

By: KariMeAway26



Author's note:

Please be aware that this story is purely fictional made for adult entertainment only. Thus, I do not condone such behaviors, views, or treatments that some characters experience/portray in this story in relation to the, "real world." Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental.

I look forward to your comments, so please feel free to email me and let me know your thoughts! This is the first part of the novel and several more are in the works, as this will be a 10-part series all together, as long as it generates positive responses from readers.

Special thanks go out to Silvercatseye & Texblondie for their hard work, encouragement, and editing expertise, which helped this story grow and reach its full potential.

-KariMeAway26-

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Part One: Taken

Chapter 1 -- The Club --

"Come on Callie, we're going to be late," Bridgett intoned, tapping her foot on the bottom of the last wooden stair.

"I'll be right down," Callie called back.

Callie and Bridget had been best friends since 1st grade. Both now 22, they were sharing an apartment and going to a university in North Carolina together. Family money (lots of it in both cases) supported the two juniors, paying the tuition, rent, and other "necessary" expenses.

In high school, Bridgett had been the one that other girls loved to hate and guys loved to fantasize about. In truth, she looked like Barbie, only better. She had long blonde hair, eyes that changed from blue to green; big breasts, a nicely rounded figure, and the expensive designer threads she wore only accentuated her body more. Callie could not remember a time when Bridgett didn't seem confident about her looks.

Callie, on the other hand, was the dark foil to Bridgett's blond beauty. Although equally monied, Callie relied on less-ostentatious clothing, her own natural build, and lots less makeup. She also preferred alone time to the social whirl and avoided the spotlight whenever possible. Looking in the mirror, Callie sighed. She would never have the confidence Bridgett did, and having a best friend who looked and acted like Barbie did not improve her self-confidence one bit.

Avoiding the mirror all together now, Callie sighed again and headed for the hallway. When she got to the top of the stairs, Callie saw Bridgett standing in her red Gucci heels and red mini skirt that showed off her slender fake tanned legs.

"Finally," Bridgett said huffily as she watched Callie come striding down the stairs. "I thought I was gonna get gray hair and saggy boobs by the time you got down here!"

Callie feigned a look of confusion, "Really? My bad, I didn't realize silicone could sag."

"Ha ha," Bridgett said turning around and stomping her high-heeled shoes towards the front door. "Can we go now?"

Moments later, Callie slid into the passenger seat of Bridgett's brand new Aston Martin DBS. The sports car's engine revved, as Bridgett put her foot down on the gas pedal. Callie watched in the side mirror as they sped away from their swanky apartment complex, wishing she were still inside it. Clubs simply were not her idea of a great time.

It had been Bridgett's idea, of course. The two friends had met, at was their custom, at a coffee shop just off the main campus right after Bridgett's 10:30 am class, some days back. On that particular occasion, Bridgette had been bubbling with a new bit of information.

'You're never going to believe this Callie, but that dorky guy who keeps hitting on me in my algebra class; you know, the one I told you about a few weeks ago, guess who he is?'

'Darth Vader?'

'Who the hell is that Callie, and seriously do you always have to be a smartass?'

'No, but I enjoy it when you scrunch up your face in annoyance and you have that old lady wrinkle on your forehead,' Callie said, hiding her smile behind her cappuccino. The look of sheer horror that came over Bridgett's face was too much, and Callie could no longer hold the laughter inside.

'You bitch,' Bridgett said angrily.

One sure way to piss Bridgett off was for Callie to point out any kind of physical flaw of Bridgett's, no matter how minute. Bridgett, however, had more important fish to fry.

'Well, anyway, this guy's name is Kade Haller, which means his father just so happens to be Lou Haller.'

'So?'

'So! Jesus Callie, don't you ever come out from that rock you're living under? Lou Haller is that rich old guy who owns the hottest night club in the city!'

'Oh no,' Callie said, realizing what was coming next.

'Oh yes, Callie, I got our name down on the guest list; this Friday night we're going to be at the hottest club in the whole city! I had to tell that dork I'd meet up with him there, but it's a big club and I think I can accidently lose him on purpose,' Bridgett went on quickly with a devious smile twisting her lips.

'Come on, Bridgett, you know I hate clubs. It's just a bunch of hormonal guys looking for a quick lay from whatever warm bodied woman they can get.'

'Don't be such a stick in the mud, Callie; come on, we never have fun together anymore, and this is a really great deal. People pay thousands of dollars just to get on this guest list.' Seeing that this had no effect whatsoever on Callie, Bridgett reverted to the one method that had worked on Callie since grade school.

Begging.

'Please, please, pleasseeeeee,' Bridgett pleaded.

Throughout their friendship, all Bridgett had to do was beg and Callie would give in, mostly because Callie hated disharmony and didn't like disappointing her friends. Additionally, Callie liked to pick her battles and only fight the big ones; arguing over whether they should go clubbing did not rank as a big battle in Callie's mind. Sighing and biting her bottom lip, Callie looked away from Bridgett to the now almost empty coffee shop. It had been a while since the two of them had been out together; finally consenting, Callie gave one defeated nod of her head.

Bridgett ecstatic, threw her arms around Callie, hugging her tightly and beaming. Callie couldn't help but grin back; the Bridgett shining through the smile was the one she loved. The one that Callie truly enjoyed being around. The two friends then broke apart and headed to their cars in the parking lot, with Bridgett happily leading the way.

That had been four days ago. Bridgett was now flying through the dark streets in the Aston Martin DBS, happily chatting in feverish excitement.

In high school, it had been fun to be best friends with the most admired and popular girl, but now it just seemed so...juvenile. Callie had grown over the past couple of years, but Bridgett hadn't. Bridgett lived in the past where she was queen bee, and she acted like it on a daily basis.

What does a girl do when she and her best friend are moving in different directions? Lost in contemplation, Callie bit hard on her lower lip and thought about how to approach such a topic with the overly dramatic Bridgett.

"Earth to Callie," Bridgett said with all the air of annoyance in her voice, snapping her fingers in front of Callie's face.

"Huh?"

"Hello, we're at the club! You need to get out of the car so valet can park it, spaz," Bridgett said. "Did you even hear a word I've been saying to you? You were zoned out the whole way over here!"

Callie hopped out of the car as the valet smiled and closed her door for her. He must have opened it while she was deep in thought, because she hadn't even noticed. Collecting a hefty tip from Bridgette, the valet hopped into the driver's seat of the DBS and drove away.

Callie turned to Bridgett, "Sorry, I was feeling a bit carsick, and zoning out helped."

"Whatever," Bridgett said rolling her eyes in disbelief. "Let's just go in," she added brusquely.

Callie strolled behind Bridgett as they headed up towards a heavily muscled bouncer and a short fat guy with a clipboard. Bridget told the little fat man who they were with a simpering smile, as he looked her up and down. After a few seconds of running a stubby finger down the list, he found their names.

"Got ya right here, gorgeous, now I just need to see some IDs," he said. His eyes rested appraisingly on Bridgett's heavy chest, while barely glancing at their drivers licenses.

"Thanks darlin'," Bridgett drawled as he slapped on her wristband, she waited for Callie to get her wristband as well, and then walked into the club past the massive bouncer with Callie trailing behind her.

"Sweaty fat bastard," Bridget said, repulsed. "Ah well, I gave him a thrill, maybe he's creamed his pants by now," she said laughing. She glanced at her friend and seemed to recall that she was still annoyed at Callie. "I'm gonna go find Kade and get that over with, see you later," Bridgett said to Callie harshly and then walked off.

One good thing about clubs was that they had bars, and getting shit-faced sounded like the best plan available right now. Taking one last glance towards a disappearing Bridgett, the dark-haired girl swiftly headed the opposite way towards the bar.



Chapter 2 -- The Encounter --

"Long Island Ice Tea please," Callie shouted to a harassed looking bartender. He nodded, gave her an intimate smile which she didn't return, and then began making her drink. The dark wood of the bar reflected the strobing lights and lasers of the club, drawing her eyes down to the polished sheen as she dug in her pocket for some cash.

Looking up she saw an absolutely gorgeous man across the bar. He was about 6'3 or so Callie guessed. His arms were well muscled, yet the musculature and build were sculpted and attractive, and were not overwhelming to the point of being grotesque. Likewise, his shoulders looked strong and broad, but his face was the most intriguing. He had a boyish look, which made Callie think he couldn't be much over 21. His brown hair was disheveled and standing up in all the right places to be endearing, as though he had just run his fingers through it a half a dozen times. What held Callie's attention though, were his eyes; he had the most beautiful and mysterious big green eyes Callie had ever seen.

Not wanting to be caught staring at the Adonis across from her, Callie gave the guy a polite smile and turned her head away. As she paid and took her drink, Callie looked back over to where the guy had been standing, but he was gone. 'Of course' Callie thought, 'he's obviously way out of my league.'

Callie walked away trying to find a less crowded spot. Honestly, what did people find so fun about a place like this? It was like a carnal playground with a bunch of nymphomaniacs frolicking around. The club might have been large and the guest list exclusive, but the number of people currently gyrating to some incomprehensible song, having everything short of sex on the dance floor, was off-putting in the extreme. Callie was jostled a dozen times; her drink threatened more than once to end up on the floor or down someone's shirt.

Callie continued her search for sanity in a solitary place. The upper levels were not as densely populated as the dance floor, but there was more than enough humanity to intrude on her desire for solitude. Her search was finally rewarded with an unlocked door and a small meeting-style room, complete with a balcony that overlooked the ocean and, best of all, zero population. It was quite peaceful, as everyone else seemed to be downstairs dancing to the loud music and scouting out the opposite or for that matter or same sex. The music had died to a distant pulse and the timeless flow of the waves below her lulled her into relaxing, as she finished her drink, gazing across the moonlit waves.

"You know," said a deep voice from behind her, "you could really hurt a guy's feelings disappearing like that."

There are good times to have a smart mouth. Even as her logical brain was fumbling for a response, the smartass hindbrain had already laid out the game. "Sorry," Callie said, "I didn't realize my departure was so devastating for you."

"Well it was; I contemplated performing some incredibly dangerous stunt that would leave me bloody and dying, hoping all the while that you would come and weep over my almost lifeless body. That way, I could get you to fall on your knees beside me, weeping and confessing your love, which could then miraculously bring me back to life. But then, I saw you walking up here so I decided to follow and see what happened before I went through such extreme measures. However, if you want me to continue that line of thought, I'm sure I could come up with something..."

"Hmm, I'm curious; does a line like that usually work?"

Laughing appreciatively, he walked up beside her and leaned on the railing, hitching one foot up onto the bottommost rail. The pose was highly erotic to Callie for some reason. Swallowing hard, she looked away from him, and out across the ocean as he spoke again.

"I don't know it's the first time I've tried that line out. Is it working?"

Callie couldn't help but smile before answering, "Absolutely not, in fact it's probably the worst pick-up line I've ever heard."

"That bad? Hmm. Well, maybe while I'm thinking up another one you could tell me why a gorgeous girl like yourself is up here hiding out?"

"I'm not hiding," Callie protested, earning a raised eyebrow and slow glance around the balcony that had remained empty save for the two of them. "Okay maybe I am," she said smiling. "A friend of mine dragged me here and now I have no idea where she went, or what I'm still doing here."

He looked at her with a ghost of a smile on his face, but his green eyes had changed, darkening with some emotion Callie could not identify. They looked almost haunted, "You don't like it here?"

"No, I don't know. It's a beautiful club, but I guess I'm just not much for this kind of scene."

Searching her eyes deeply with his own, he finally nodded in agreement. "You're right, you shouldn't be here," he said suddenly backing away from her. "In fact, you should probably leave right now. I...I've got to go too, I shouldn't be here either." He disappeared as fast and as silently as he had arrived.

"What? Wait!" Callie said, heading after him, but it was no good, by the time she'd reached the bottom of the stairs, he had disappeared into the crowd.

Chapter 3 -- Cornered --



Shaken from the encounter and somewhat put out by the guy's mysterious departure, Callie could feel the sparse hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Whatever was going on here wasn't right, the guy on the balcony seemed tell her this in as few words as possible, and his green haunted eyes swam in and out of her vision. Getting out had never sounded so good to the shaken girl; the only problem was that her ride was somewhere in the club.

Weaving her way through the boisterous crowed on the dance floor, Callie tried in vain to catch sight of Bridgett. Her practical brain was now shouting that they needed to leave ASAP. An omen had been written all over the mysterious guy's handsome face.

"Hey beautiful," an older dark haired man with thick eyebrows and a leering smile said as he staggered into her.

Callie could smell the alcohol and the sweat, exuding from his body. Turning her back on him, Callie hoped he'd get the subtle brush off and go away.

Luck however, didn't seem to be abundant for Callie tonight and next thing she knew, Callie felt a hard slap on her backside, which caused her to turn around quickly. Stumbling backwards, Callie tried to put distance between herself and the imposing man now bearing down on her.

"What's the matter Bitch? You think you're too good for me or somethin'?" the man questioned aggressively. He seemed to be teetering slightly from all the alcohol he'd consumed. "I got exactly what you need right here," he leered, trying to focus long enough to peer down her shirt. He cupped himself suggestively.

Repressing a shudder, Callie again turned her back on the man, with every intention of walking away and heading home where she could put this strange night behind her.

Her intuition was screaming at her to get the hell out of here, and she wasn't one to ignore it.

Suddenly however, she felt the man wrap his arms tightly around her and grind his erect penis against her backside. Turing in anger, Callie pushed as hard as she could against the man's chest.

"Get off me!" Callie shouted. Two bouncers converged on the spot as if they had materialized out of thin air. The man quickly released her.

"There a problem here?" one of them asked.

"No problem," said the man, now looking at Callie in a way that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up again.

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Callie spent the next 20 minutes looking for Bridgett in vain to tell her they needed to leave. The crowded club made the search difficult, and the fact that she was now trying to avoid the drunk who had accosted her earlier was not making her work any easier. 'It's not worth it,' Callie thought looking down at the watch on her wrist, it was only a little after 1am.

Bridgett always said it was a sin to leave a nightclub before dawn, but Callie had had enough of all of it. Thinking she would text Bridgett when she got home, and sincerely hoping Bridgett was okay, Callie headed for the nearest exit so she could call a cab. As she slid through, however, she realized two things. One, the exit opened onto a dank and eerie alley with poor lighting. And two, the door had already swung shut behind her with a solid thunk, the fire locks engaging and cutting off her retreat back into the club.

Swallowing hard, Callie looked left, then right. The alley seemed deserted. 'Grow up,' Callie chided herself, 'it's just an alley, no big deal.' Reaching in her handbag, she grabbed her cell phone and started looking for the taxi service's number she had programmed in, for just such an occasion. Finding it at last, Callie hit the send key and looked up as she put the phone to her ear. She stopped dead, her blood running cold.

Just a few yards away stood the man with the thick eyebrows who had been groping her in the club. Somehow, she was sure he wasn't planning to walk her to the curb and open the cab's door. Even in the poor light, she could see his lascivious grin as he started toward her.

Panic rising, Callie pulled the phone from her ear and started running. The door she'd come out of was no good; it had relocked from the inside.

A fine mist was coming down now as she gained the end of the alley, whirled around the corner, and found herself at the back of the club. If she could just make it to the front of the club, or even over to the valet parking lot on the other side she'd surely be okay.

Callie had long legs, which allowed her to run fast, but she was hindered by the way her high-heeled boots slid along the blacktop, dampened from the falling mist. Suddenly Callie slid on the wet pavement, lost her balance, and flew forward. The harsh impact knocked her cell phone out of her hand, where it smashed into several pieces. Biting back the pain in her throbbing knee, and gasping to reclaim the breath that had been knocked out of her by the impact, she jumped back up to her feet and tried to run again.

It was no use. Before Callie took more than three steps, the man tackled her to the ground with a grunt, half-crushing her into the asphalt as his weight slammed down atop her. She twisted to face him, the stale smells of booze and sweat assaulting her even as she fought to free herself.


A Tied That Binds Pt. 01



"Get off me!" Callie yelled in his face. "I swear I'll scream!" He smirked as he doubled his right fist in her blouse and yanked, tearing the flimsy fabric halfway to her navel and baring the lacy bra that covered her breasts. Callie's eyes widened in horror and she opened her mouth to let out a scream, but his hand cracked across her face, stunning her. The metallic taste of blood filling her mouth was from her lower lip, which split open upon impact with her teeth.

"The only screaming you're gonna be doing is when I stick my cock in your tight little pussy and fuck you hard bitch," he said, smiling down at her. As if to emphasize his point, he ground his erect cock against her thigh.

This assault cleared Callie's head long enough for her to try another scream, but he was ready for that one too. This time, it wasn't a slap but a flat-out punch; his knuckles slamming hard into the side of her face threw her head back against the unyielding asphalt and sent her spinning back into disorientation.

Taking advantage of her fleeting stillness, the man started roughly squeezing her breast with one hand and unbuttoning her jeans with the other. The tight denim resisted his attack, leading to several loud curses as he fought with the tough fabric.

Eventually, he managed to slide his fingers into her panties, mauling her with rough dirty hands as he tried to push into her still-dry sheath. The force of his attack crushed painfully against her clitoris, bringing tears to Callie's eyes as she recovered her senses. He repositioned himself, pressing her into the ground with his weight even as he fought with her jeans and struggled to impale her pussy on his fingers.

"Yeah, you like that, bitch, don't you?" he said, removing his hand from her bruised and aching breast and reaching down to free his bulging erection.

Callie lay still, pretending she was knocked out, fighting the urge to move as she felt the man above her lewdly trying to shove his fingers into her. If she could move at just the right time, she might be able to knee him in the balls and run. She could feel him panting over her. When she made no move to fight him any further, he lifted himself off her, pulled his hand out from her crotch, and began the task of pulling her jeans off.

The cool misty rain dropped down, soothing her aching face as she barely opened her eyes to watch his progress. Cursing again, the inebriated man spread his legs while bracing himself, as he began tugging on her wet jeans.

'Right place, right time,' thought Callie as she rammed her good knee upward, connecting solidly with his crotch. The man howled with pain and rolled off her.

"YOU FUCKING CUNT!" he roared, grabbing himself and moaning. Callie didn't waste time. Rolling to her knees and then lurching to her feet, she pulled her pants up without bothering to button them, or close her ripped shirt, as she ran like the wind.

Relief swept over her as she ran around the corner and almost collided headlong into one of the startled valets.

"Please help me!" Callie said as calmly as she could under the circumstances. "There's a man back there and he just tried to rape me. Please, can you call the police?"

The valet took in her appearance from her open shirt and black bra, to her battered and bruised face. "Calm down lady," he said in a soothing voice. "Show me where this guy's at."

"What?" Callie said in disbelief. "Can't you just call the cops?"

"Please, ma'am, let's go back, and take care of this, okay?" he said. Without waiting for a response, he headed in the direction Callie had just come from. Callie stood stock-still in shock. The valet paused and looked back in exasperation.

"Come on lady, I can't leave you here alone. Let me help you, I'll deal with this guy."

Noting the size of the valet (did this guy double as bouncer?), and nodding, Callie followed. As they rounded the corner, she saw that the man she had just gotten away from was leaning against an old pick-up truck that she had overlooked earlier. He was still slightly bent over and the cigarette he was holding was trembling in his fingers. His cock, now flaccid, was still hanging out of his jeans.

This wasn't right, not right at all. A new wave of fear clenched at her. She had to get out of here.

Turning Callie started to run back the way she came, but she didn't get very far before being tackled for the second time that night, this time by the valet. The impact of the ground on her sore knee flooded her with scalding pain.

"Oh, no, you don't," he said, and the full weight of the situation hit Callie like a Mack truck. Whoever these guys were, they were working together, and now Callie was outnumbered and her chances of escaping just went down to zero.

"Fucking bitch, nearly de-balled me, where the fuck you been Mark?" the man said throwing his cigarette down and glaring at Callie.

"Got held up inside, there were some other...er...issues," Said the valet named Mark, grinning down at Callie. He laughed crudely, "Looks like you got you a fighter here Jimmy, you'll have fun breaking this one in."

"Knew it from the moment I saw her," said the man named Jimmy proudly.

Callie, keeping her head turned to the side so she didn't have to look at either man, felt like she was going to be sick. This couldn't be real! 'Please let this all be a nightmare' she thought desperately. 'I must have had too much to drink in the club, and now I'm just passed out and having a bad dream.' Callie willed herself to believe it, but she knew it wasn't true. One Long Island, even for a lightweight, doesn't cause this sort of alcoholic hallucination.

"Think I'll teach her a little lesson right now," said Jimmy maliciously.

"Hey Bitch!"

Callie ignored him and twisted her whole body away from him, struggling under the weight of Mark as he held her down and prevented her escape. She wasn't going to be a play object in these sick bastards' games. The struggle caused her knee to ache, but the pain was washed away in a sheet of white-hot agony as Jimmy kicked her hard in the back, landing the toe of his cowboy boot directly over her kidney. In pain, she rolled onto her back, trying to curl up and hug herself. Mark's weight prevented the instinctive coiling of her body.

"Hold her arms up above her head now Mark; I'm gonna fuck this little cunt real good." Her eyes tightly shut against the pain, Callie felt Mark move to kneel straddle-legged across her chest, freeing her legs. Her arms were pulled up above her head as Jimmy yanked her pants down again. She couldn't fight them anymore, this was too much. Maybe when they'd finished they'd kill her, so she wouldn't have to live with this night branded into her mind forever.

Jimmy proved that he could learn from earlier mistakes. Keeping himself well out of range of her knees and feet, he pulled off her long black leather Rockport La Prele Lane boots, and then tugged down her jeans and lace panties. Moving to one side, he grinned at her evilly, showing his engorged cock to the trapped girl. The defeat in her eyes as she turned her head away made his smile even bigger. Callie bit her lip as Jimmy moved back to her legs and spread them wide, and her body tensed up as she waited for the painful penetration that she knew was about to come.

Hovering over her, the tip of his cock made contact with her clitoris and began brushing across her sand-dry cleft.

Then a truly unexpected sound met her ears. It was the sound of a shotgun being cocked and it came from somewhere out of her line of sight.

"Get off her, Jimmy," said a voice she had no trouble distinguishing.

It was the good-looking guy from the bar, but Callie's heart sank. He knew these men; he was a part of this.

"The fuck Jake," said Jimmy. "Can't a guy get some pussy around here? This bitch has it coming," he said as she felt his cock now probing to get inside her. Due to the lack of lubrication, her channel stayed firmly closed against the invading cock.

Chapter 4 -- Don't Hurt Me --

A shadow of solid bulk from the guy called Jake was leaning over the top of her, moving with the same silent speed that he had employed upstairs. A violent movement resulted in Mark's weight abruptly lifting off Callie; this was accompanied by a squeal of pain and the release of her legs as Jake did something to her would-be rapist.

Out of her peripheral vision, Callie could see the huge shadow of him standing over her. She could feel the green eyes staring down at her exposed body, tracing the story of her attack for an insurmountable amount of time. Callie kept her head turned away, fighting back the tears that were now stinging her eyes.

Finally, from above her, the handsome guy named Jake spoke. "Which one of you did that to her face?"

"Oh, come on, Jake, why you being a dick about this, man? You want first dibs go ahead and fuck her already. It'll get her ready for me."

The sound of the shotgun exploded into the still night air making Callie's whole body jump off the ground as she tensed for the tearing pain of buckshot. It did not come, and the echoes of the blast seemed to roll away into the light hiss of the rain.

"There going to be a problem here with you too, Mark?" Jake asked.

"No, there's no problem Jake."

"Then go back inside. There are plenty of others for you." Callie opened her eyes in time to see the valet scramble up off the pavement and head back for the side of the club. Just as he got to the edge of her vision, Jake spoke again.

"Mark?"

The valet turned. "Yeah Jake?"

Jake's voice was as cold as the ocean in January. "If I ever see you around her again, I'll kill you too."

Callie heard feet running away and she listened until they disappeared into the distance. Turning her head and meeting his eyes, she gazed up into them for several moments. The misty rain mingled with her tears added blurriness to her vision, but not enough to see that Jake's eyes once again looked haunted. Seconds continued to tick by in silence.

Finally, he said, "Callie, are you okay?"

Callie didn't know how Jake knew her name; she had never introduced herself, but she wasn't surprised. Not after everything that had just happened. Callie kept her eyes glued on him, but didn't answer. Very slowly, as if to avoid frightening her, he got down on one knee.

"Callie?" His voice was unnaturally gentle. "I'm so sorry this happened. I had hoped you had left, but it's too late now." As he said this, he lowered the hand not holding the shotgun as though intending to touch the bruises on her face.

"Don't!" Callie said, turning her head away from his touch, but refusing to try to squirm away or run. Two rounds of being tackled were enough; she didn't need to add a third one. "Don't you dare touch me, you son of a bitch. Why not just shoot me and be done with it, because there is no way in Hell I'm going to go to bed with you or any of these men who are with you. So if my leaving isn't an option, then just pull the trigger."

"No," he said firmly, his voice rough. "Callie, I can only imagine what's going through your head right now, and you have every right to hate my guts, but I want you to know that this wasn't my choice. You can do or say whatever you want, but I'm not going to leave you here exposed. Or kill you," he added for clarity. More time passed in silence as Callie refrained from speaking.

"Please," Jake said. "Let me help you. To protect you, I need your cooperation right now so I can get you out of here. I promise I won't let any of them hurt you, or touch you. I won't either, I promise, but I need to get your pants on okay?"

Callie turned her head to look at him, but didn't respond.

Instead she watched Jake pass over her torn panties, grab her jeans, and hesitantly began to pull them back up her long legs. When he reached a point where her jeans would no longer go up while she laid flat, Callie slowly lifted her hips off the ground to allow him to continue pulling them up. Unmistakable lust blazed in his eyes as Callie watched him look down at her. Swallowing hard, Callie saw him turn his head away from the erotic sight and finish pulling her jeans the rest of the way up.

"You zip them," he said roughly. He didn't trust himself enough to do it without stripping the pants back down and burying himself in her. Jake saw her blink at the harsh tone in his voice. He did not intend to admit that the roughness in his voice wasn't from anger or annoyance, but from lust.

Callie did as instructed while Jake gathered her boots and slid them on her feet.

"Can you stand?"

"Yes," Callie replied, avoiding his outstretched hand and pulling herself up. The knee she had cracked twice on the pavement, however, proved her undoing. During her most recent stay on the ground, it had stiffened, and now she stumbled into Jake. Jake caught her easily, and helped her hobble over to the hood of the truck Jimmy had been leaning on earlier, pushing her back against it so it could support her weight.

"I need assistance," Jake said, as though talking into the night.

From her new vantage point, Callie could see Jimmy, whereas before Jake's body blocked him from view. Jimmy lay on the ground about ten feet behind where she had been laying, curled up into some sort of strange defensive position. It took a moment for Callie to realize what she was seeing: part of his head was now completely missing, as was most of his left hand, and the light rain was slowly washing the blood away across the payment toward the storm drain. The grisly sight almost looked fake, like something out of a horror movie.

Startled Callie lifted her gaze as she heard footsteps approaching. To her surprise, she recognized the newcomer as the well-muscled bouncer from the entrance of the club, the one that had admitted Callie and Bridgett about a thousand years ago. As he approached, Jake moved to stand in front of Callie, shielding most of her from view. Callie noticed a small earpiece that she hadn't seen before in Jake's ear.

"What happened, sir?" the bouncer asked. His voice was rather high pitched, and Callie wondered vaguely if he used steroids.

"Jimmy had an accident," said Jake, his tone indicated that the matter was not subject to discussion. The bouncer nodded his head as though he found nothing unusual with the whole situation.

"Shall I tidy this away, sir?"

Jake nodded. "Everything ok in the club?"

"Yes," the bouncer said. "Everything's winding down now, they should start coming out with their selections soon sir."

"Good, I trust this mess can be removed before they get out here?" Jake asked.

"Of course, sir," the bouncer replied.

"There will, of course, be no need to discuss this with anyone," Jake said calmly, extending a small roll of bills. In the dim light and the rain, Callie could not see what denomination was on any of them, but the bouncer seemed satisfied.

"Not a word, sir," the bouncer nodded his head again peering curiously at what he could see of Callie. He stuffed the roll of bills into a pocket, turned toward the back of the club, and opened a bin set into the wall, pulling out a hose.

"Got a syringe on you?" Jake asked him.

The bouncer pulled a box out of his pocket and handed it to Jake without a word. Walking swiftly, and still without speaking, Callie watched the bouncer retreat.

Jake turned around to face Callie. She watched with excessive calmness, her system overflowing with the aftereffects of adrenaline, as he laid the gun on the hood of the truck in a position that would allow him to grab it, and swing it around quickly to fire if need be. The box went next to it, followed by a small vial of clear liquid out which came out of his pocket along with an alcohol wipe.

"This won't hurt you," he said quietly, pulling the needle out and filling it with what looked like long practice. It's just a sedative that will knock you out for a few hours. By the time I get you somewhere safe, it will have almost worn off." He slipped the bottle back into his pocket and dabbed at her arm with the alcohol wipe.

"Why me?" Callie said, before he stuck the needle into her arm.

Jake looked into her eyes, "This is standard; all the girls are sedated like this." By now, too many shocks had hit Callie to cause her to be affected any further. The fact that sedation and kidnap was a standard for the club didn't even register.

"No," she said, shaking her head for emphasis. "I meant, why are you helping me? By the sound of it, a lot of girls are in this same situation, so why are you helping me?"

Jake dropped his gaze from her eyes, and stuck her with the needle. Turing so he could more easily ignore her questions, Jake threw the used needle in a nearby dumpster just as the bouncer reappeared.

In one hand, the bouncer had what clearly looked like a body bag, in his other hand, he had a bucket with a soap bottle rattling around in it. The hose still snaked out along the ground. Jake took the shotgun off the hood of the truck, and kept his eyes trained on the bouncer setting out his tools as he said, "Let's go before the sedative kicks in."

"Evening, Doug," Jake called over his shoulder to the bouncer as he and Callie walked towards the parking lot on the other side.

"Good night, sir," the bouncer called back nodding as he put gloves on his hands and started shifting Jimmy's corpse towards the body bag.

Callie wanted to ask Jake something, but she couldn't remember what it was. Her brain seemed to be disengaging as she tried to clear it, then her eyes began to close and her feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. The swift action of the drug slid through her veins, drew clouds of softness around her brain, and sent her soaring into weightlessness as her muscles relaxed and she slid once more toward the pavement. 'Third time tonight,' she thought ruefully.

No impact of pavement came though, and Callie wondered dimly if she had completely blacked out before she hit the asphalt.

Then she felt her feet lifted off the ground and warmth all around her. Callie forced her eyes back open. She hadn't fallen after all; Jake had caught her and was now carrying her in his arms as though she weighed as much as a sack of potatoes.

"Jake," Callie said thickly with her face in his neck to avoid the rain.

"Yes?"

"Remember what you promised. Please don't hurt me okay?" Callie said, having trouble coherently articulating her words now. However, she never heard an answer, for at that moment she slipped into complete darkness and knew no more.

Chapter 5 -- Caught --



Jake felt it the moment Callie fell asleep. He had trouble discerning what she had said, but the words 'don't hurt me' stood out clear as a bell, and were now echoing around in his brain. Lost in thought, Jake was keenly aware of the heat from Callie's body; her even breathing on his neck, and the soft rise and fall of her rain soaked chest.

His steps took him onward, guided by some unconscious impulse, even as he explored the feel of the woman in his arms. So lost in wonder was he, that Jake didn't realize he was already at his car until a voice shook him from his stupor.

"Poor Jimmy. Although I must say he did look the best I've ever seen him with half his head missing," said a loud and haughty voice from a sports car right next to Jake's.

Jake turned, startled, and saw Kade sitting there, smiling menacingly up at him. The glasses and nerdy clothing that he often wore as a disguise had been discarded, and he was now fashionably dressed and looking as handsome as ever.

"Open the door for me, would you?" Jake asked ignoring Kade's comment.

"Oh, Jake, Jake, Jake, Daddy is going to be sooooo pissed at all the trouble you caused here tonight," Kade said, smirking and not getting up to help. "Don't you wanna know how I know little bro?"




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"Mark told me," Kade said even though Jake hadn't responded to him, "you know a family thing and all, figured it'd be okay to tell Jake's big brother." Smirking again, Kade looked Callie up and down and then let out a low whistle. "Damn little bro, I can see why you'd kill Jimmy for her, she looks absolutely delightful. Way too yummy for Jimmy. It's a pity I had a class with her airhead friend here instead," Kade said pointing into his car where Jake could just see the small blonde named Bridgett with her drugged head lulled back against the headrest.

"Ah well, one can't have everything in life. Then again, we can always share," said Kade smirking as he stared hungrily at Callie's chest. The cold rain had soaked her skin and her taut nipples could clearly been seen jutting out against the fabric of her black lacy bra.

Anger flared in Jake as he quickly turned away. He lowered Callie down with her back against the car and then sandwiched her between the car and his own body as he hit the remote button in his pocket. Opening the door, he picked her back up, placed her gently in the seat, buckled her seatbelt, and then shut the car door.

"What's your problem Jake? Don't you want to share with your big brother?"

More men had started heading toward the parking lot with their "dates."

Kade slid off the hood of the car as others approached, and headed for the drivers side of his own. "I'll be seein' ya' Jakey. Get her nice and wet for me, 'cause just remember, I caught ya." With that said, Kade smirked one last time, hopped in his car, and sped away.

Shaking with anger from the encounter Jake got in his own car and tried to clear his head. This was bad. If his father found out he'd killed Jimmy...

He looked over at Callie in the passenger seat. Her nipples were still hard and her body wet. Using every ounce of his restraint, he turned away from the glorious sight and drove, trying to think of a way out of this.



A Tied That Binds Pt. 02



Author's note:

Special thanks again go out to Silvercatseye & Texblondie for their editing prowess.

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Part Two: Fantasies & Flashbacks

Chapter 6 -- The Fantasy --

Jake knew what was at stake. He knew what Kade would do if he didn't get his way, and probably even if he did.

The drive to Jake's house had taken longer than it had ever taken before. The winding roads through the North Carolina countryside, which had never failed to clear Jake's mind before, now served only to mock his indecision. As he had told Callie, he could not simply let her go.

And he would not share her with Kade.

His mind whirled uselessly along the same beaten track but by the time he reached the unloading area and slid the vehicle into its assigned space, he was still unable to think of an escape route. Maneuvering the limp and sleeping Callie out of the car, he carried her light body down the long flight of stone stairs and into a stone-carved room. Laying her on the bed, Jake went and got some food and water to put in a small mini fridge for her, and then some clothes for her to change into when she woke up. Locking both of them inside the room behind a heavy wooden door, Jake had paced for several minutes before taking this chair.

Now that Jake was in a secluded room alone with Callie, he could look his fill and he did. He watched her turn her head towards him on the bed, but the slow rhythmic rising and falling of her chest told Jake that she was still asleep. His eyes traced her lithe form, her dark hair falling softly around an oval face, her breasts swelling high and firm over a flat tummy, her endless legs tapering down. Even the ripped and filthy clothing and steadily darkening bruises on her face and arms could not detract from her beauty.

Women were a study in contradictions for Jake. Take Callie, for example (Please? whispered his animalistic hindbrain, which remembered all too clearly the erotic sight of Callie lying in the alley with her pants down). Probably the thing that surprised Jake the most about the dark-haired girl now asleep in a rocky chamber was that she didn't seem to realize how truly gorgeous she was. If she had, Callie would have been more confident when he had approached her. Nor would she have felt inferior to Bridgett. He had noticed that right away when both women walked by him without noticing as they entered the club. Over the years, Jake had learned to read all types of women exceptionally well. Bridgett was the kind of woman who seemed to be made up of fake body parts, and loads of make-up. No doubt she could turn countless men's heads, but not Jake's.

Instead, Jake found Callie's natural beauty much more appealing. In the club, he had been drawn to the tentative beauty that had smiled at him across the bar and had run away from the dance floor. In the alley he had seen her half-naked and vulnerable. When he had first flopped down in the chair, he had noticed only the general contours of her body. Now, he took deliberate inventory.

Callie's nose was the perfect size and shape for a woman. Her lips were full, but not to the point of excess. Callie's face was a slender oval shape with perfectly dark ached eyebrows, which matched her dark brown hair. However, when the light hit her hair just right, as it had in the upper room, Jake had noticed natural dark red highlights mixing with the dark brown. The most beautiful part of Callie's face however, were her eyes. They were neither too large nor too small, with an intelligent almond shape to them, framed by long dark lashes, and the most exquisite blue Jake had ever seen. The blue was a dark and deep color, yet small flecks of a lighter silvery blue were also visible.

Exhausted, Jake laid his head back against the chair and closed his eyes. He could see Callie just as clearly with them closed; she had a long slender, yet curvy body that made her tall for a woman. Jake guessed she was around 5'9 or 5'10. Her body had been firm in his hands as he carried her to and from his car, the muscles, even relaxed under the drug, felt toned and fit under his fingers as he had explored the slight curves around her waist and hips. Most of her height seemed to come from her long legs; her gait was an odd combination of graceful and coltish moves. Her breasts were large, but not excessively so. They looked as if they would fit nicely in the palms of his hands. Even her voice was extremely sexy, a beautiful light alto with an undercurrent of huskiness, as aged and smoky and layered as a top-shelf whiskey, and just as intoxicating. Jake also admired Callie's sense of style, as she dressed in form fitting yet classy clothing. She was wearing a pair of tight denim blue jeans that hugged her body well, a black knit halter top that showed some skin, yet still left plenty to the imagination, and a pair of high black boots that woman wore fashionably as of late.

Uncomfortable, Jake shifted slightly in his chair, as his cock was starting to grow harder. He had been in a state of constant half arousal since their conversation on the balcony. It had been nothing but pure will power that had kept a full erection at bay. Now sitting in this dimly lit room, he stopped struggling against the erotic thoughts that were swirling around in his mind.

With his eyes still closed, Jake could see Callie's hard rain soaked nipples jutting out at him through the black lace of her bra. He imagined what they'd look like with nothing covering them, how they'd feel in his warm and greedy mouth. Groaning Jake shifted on the chair yet again trying to find a position that would offer some relieve to his throbbing cock. He really should stop this line of thinking before Callie woke up and found him completely consumed by his lust. He couldn't break his promise to her, he just couldn't.

Nevertheless, another image was already looming deep within him as Jake vividly saw her lying on the hard wet pavement, pants down, underwear ripped and tossed aside, with nothing covering her exposed pussy. For a moment he had been tempted to take her right there, to do exactly as Jimmy had dared him to do, to force his way into her and feel the wonder that was Callie as she wrapped around him. Perhaps that was why Jimmy's comment had enraged him so much.

However, the biggest temptation of the night had come when Callie lifted her hips off the ground to allow him to slide her jeans all the way up. Less than a foot from his face Callie's pussy was arched up towards him. He was so close he could see the wetness from the rain glistening in her pubic hairs under the dim streetlight overhead. At that point, the only thought in his head was that he wanted to bury his face into that sweet spot so he could smell and taste her thoroughly to his hearts' content. He had even lowered his head a few more inches, but he had come to his senses and pulled back when she lowered her hips back onto the ground. With that, Jake had asked her to zip her own pants up as he was on the verge of doing something that would forever damage the relationship that was budding between them; the urge to do so kept getting stronger the longer he stayed near her.

Groaning again, Jake pictured what would have happened if her hips had remained in the air. His mouth began to water as he pictured eating out her pussy, his tongue traveling over her intimate folds, sliding along the taut bud of her exposed clitoris, lapping at the nectar seeping from inside her... He let his hand slip to the crotch of his pants and begin to stroke his large cock through his jeans.

Chapter 7 -- Waking Up --

Callie's head pounded as she opened her eyes and tried to focus them in a dimly lit room. Her face was throbbing and aching fiercely, and it took a few minutes to comprehend where she was, and what had happened. After blinking several times, Callie's focus sharpened through a swollen eye and she saw a darkened silhouette in the corner and heard a guttural groan.

"Jake?"

"I'm here," he said huskily as he got up and moved towards her. "How are you feeling?"

"Like a steamroller ran over me several times," Callie said, giving a weak smile and licking her dry lips. She could barely make out his facial expression in the dark lighting.

Jake opened a tiny fridge, and brought her a bottle of water saying, "so all and all not that bad then?" Going to run a marathon tomorrow?"

He was rewarded by a weak laugh. "Maybe the day after."

Even in the semi-darkness, he saw her wince as the laughter pulled abused muscles and stretched puffy skin and said, "There's a bottle of aspirin right over there on that nightstand, but you should probably wait a bit more before you take some, and maybe even eat something. There are some sandwiches in the fridge, want me to grab you one?"

"No," Callie replied as the thought of food made her stomach roil and threaten to rebel. Quickly she changed the subject hoping to distract herself from the sick feeling and asked, "Where are we?"

"In your room," Jake replied.

"Where's your room?"

"Not here," Jake replied with a wan smile that never reached his eyes. He then ran his fingers through his hair and looked away. Something had happened; Callie could feel the tension coming from him.

"What's wrong?"

"What?"

"I said what's wrong," Callie repeated, knowing full well he'd heard her the first time.

"Nothing," he said, looking away.

"Jake," Callie was now exasperated. "I'm a psychology major and your body language is clearly telling me something isn't right."

"You won't like it," he warned, but continued. "My brother, Kade..."

"Your brother's Kade?"

"Well, half brother actually. You know him?" Jake asked, looking confused and startled.

"No, I just remember Bridgett mentioning his name in connection with the club. So then you're Jake Haller?"

"Jake yes, Haller no. Haller is a false identity so no one could track our family down if anything ever happened."

Processing that (how long had the club fronted for a kidnap spot?) and setting it aside for now, Callie went on. "So what does Kade have to do with me? Oh no," Callie said with her eyes widening. "He's got her. Kade's got Bridgett here, doesn't he?"

"Yes."

"Jesus," Callie said, raising her fingers to rub her throbbing temples. It was a prayer, almost, not a true curse.

"Umm, there's more." Jake hesitated for a second as if trying to find the right words and then said, "Kade, he, um, he wants you now too."

"What? I don't understand. Kade has Bridgett, why does he want me?"

"Because I do," Jake said, avoiding her eyes again.

Jake said the words with such longing in his voice that it twisted something in her gut.

Instinctively, Callie tried to lighten the mood. With a sassy smile she said, "Who cares if Kade wants me? You took me home, I'm supposed to be yours right? I mean I don't really understand how this whole family clubbing slash kidnapping women thing works yet but..."

"You don't understand," Jake interrupted in a pained voice, his eyes looking at the floor. "Kade knows I killed Jimmy and he's threatening to tell our father. Jimmy was one of my dad's best friends, and if he knows I killed him just to stop him raping you; I just don't know what my father will do."

Callie hesitated wrapping her head around this new development, "So what... what do you want? Do you want me to have sex with Kade to protect you?"

Jake's head snapped up, "No, no way! And it's not me I'm trying to protect, I deserve whatever happens to me for living like this, but I'm scared of what will happen to you."

Callie licked her lips and rubbed her temples again. "Jake, if sleeping with Kade will get us out of this mess, then I'll do it." Her mouth went drier than ever at the thought of submitting to an unknown man; her imagination cooked up a Jimmy look-alike, and she felt her resolve shudder.

"No!" Jake said vehemently, standing up. "Callie, you don't know what he's like. Kade, he's, he's like my father. He's brutal, and after he gets tired of you..." Jake trailed off again.

Callie's heart dropped as she saw the looked on Jake's face, and a shiver went through her. The threat in that statement was so clear even a blind man could read it. Bridgett wasn't going to make it out of here alive, and it didn't look too good for Callie either.

"Then let's just run. Get away from here, Jake," Callie said.

"It's not that simple, Callie. If it were, I would have driven away with you and never brought you back here in the first place. But my father, well, he has more money then he'll ever need, and more than enough to track us down if we ran."

Quiet fell within the small room.

"Listen," Jake said finally, "it's nearly 5am and it's been one hell of a night. You should get a few hours' sleep, because I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll lock you in and I've got the only key, no one will bother you. There's a bathroom and a shower just through that door over there if you want to use them, the mini fridge if you want more water or something to eat, and I brought you some clothes. There in that drawer over there," he said pointing to a little dresser in the far right corner of the room.

Turning from her, Jake went to the door and had it fully open when Callie called out to him.

"Jake?"

He turned around to look at her.

"Please, Jake, don't go," Callie whispered. The light pooled in from the hallway beyond casting him in an angelic silhouette. She could not see his eyes against the backdrop of light, but the deep emerald remained in her memory, complete with the haunted shadow.

Chapter 8 -- Rejection --

"I have to," said Jake looking back and down at her, Callie couldn't read emotions displayed on his face. But his tone was harsh, uncompromising, unforgiving.

Callie was stung by the harsh tone and felt more confused and drained by the minute. All she knew for sure was that she didn't want to be alone in this nightmare. The alien nature of the room, the threat of rape, abuse and death that was hanging over her, and the ordeal she had just been through combined to shake even her usual desire for alone time.

"Why not?" she asked him, trying and failing miserably to keep the hurt from her voice.

He looked at her with a hard stare for a minute as if to gauge her mood and then said, "Because you want some kind of innocent cuddle bunny time. Because what you want is a security blanket or a stuffed animal to hold on to while you cry and try to make sense of it all. And because what I want to do, and have wanted to do since I walked out onto that balcony is to fuck you senseless. Because you asked me not to hurt you, because I promised I wouldn't do anything to you, and because if I'm to keep that promise, I can't stay here."

The shock of this statement roared through Callie like a train. This man, this Adonis, who had twice tried to protect her and now was her only hope of leaving this cell alive, was yet again showing his moral core to her. A promise, even to a woman he had kidnapped, was binding. For a wild second, she wandered how that particular moral had been instilled, but her shock and fear drove her back to his words again.

She wondered if he was also gauging her reaction to his vulgar revelation. She was indeed extremely shocked at his words; however, she fought to keep her face unreactive as she swallowed hard. He had only partially turned, and the bulge against the front of his pants was obvious even in silhouette. Her mind flashed back to the moment when she had awakened, to the sound of the low and soft groan from the corner of the room. Blushing red, she realized what the groan had been for.

Her practical mind raised a sardonic eyebrow. She knew what she looked like. Could it even possibly be true that Jake been sitting in that chair thinking lewd thoughts, and possibly even touching himself?

On the one hand, the idea was laughable. She knew she was no one's idea of an object of lust. And yet..., his eyes seemed to tell her so, and she could feel the heat creeping up her face and further reddening the parts that were not black and blue. She wondered if Jake could see the flush that was now burning her, as she was still cast in mostly darkness; for the light streaming in from the hallway beyond didn't quite reach her.

After several more silent seconds ticked past Callie finally broke it saying, "Jake...I..."

"Get some sleep Callie," Jake interrupted again, cutting her off. Before she could say another word, he slid through the doorway with his strange silent speed, closed the door loudly and locked it. A small clicking sound reached Callie's ears. She was now alone in the low-lit room, with only her thoughts to keep her company.

Chapter 9 -- Reality --

Now that Jake had left, the reality of the situation was fully sinking in. How the hell was she going to get out of this mess? She didn't know what to think of Jake. He seemed to go from one extreme to the other. One minute, he was a hero, a knight in shining armor coming to her rescue. The next, he seemed cold and distant, and completely withdrawn from her. Could she fully trust him? She didn't know. He seemed sincere when he spoke, but then again he also seemed like a bit of a loose cannon. His brother and father sounded a hundred times worse, and now she was a pawn in this crazy sex game.

Feeling sorry for herself sitting here with only the single diffuse light on and turned very low was nothing more than a recipe for causing silent tears to stream down her face, so she stiffly rose completely forgetting about her knee, and almost toppled backwards onto the bed.

"Shit," Callie yelled out automatically from the pain now shooting up and down her leg.

The throbbing subsided a little after a few minutes and Callie then groped around the walls of the room looking for the light switch. She finally located it on the far side of the door, a dimmer switch knob that she twisted all the way to the right...and instantly wished she hadn't. The light now streaming down brightly made her head pound even more.

The gloom, however, had been worse, and so she leaned against the wall, all her weight transferred to her one good leg, her hands over her face as her eyes adjusted.

Finally, after another minute or so, she was able to assess the room around her. The walls and floor were made of a cold brown stone unlike any she had every seen before. Callie vaguely wondered if she were underground; there were no windows in the room, which seemed to be the size of an average American master bedroom. The room was clean, the bed looked king size, and the furniture modernly tasteful.

Callie did tug on the heavy thick wooden door she had seen Jake go through, with no real hope of it opening; but it seemed logical to at least try it. Nothing gave. Sighing, and resigning herself to at least one day here, she limped over to the only other door in the bedroom, opened it and found herself looking into a fairly large bathroom with a full bath, toilet, and sink all made of some fine porcelain. Walking in, she found her reflection staring at her from a full-length mirror.

Callie assessed herself coldly and assured herself that she looked a real mess. Her long dark hair was tangled and knotted, slightly damp at the ends from the rain. She was still in the ripped halter-top with the black bra, and her face looked as if she had gone a few rounds with Mike Tyson. Her lip was split on the left side and crusted with blood from the slap she had received. She must have cut her lip on a tooth when Jimmy slapped her across the face, but she wasn't sure, as the events were becoming hazy and sliding in and out of focus. Her left eye was swollen, bruised, and half closed restricting her vision somewhat and making it blurry. In fact, the whole left side of her face felt like one big bruise and her jaw felt no better, sporting a rather large and angry bruise where Jimmy's fist had landed.




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Slowly Callie stripped in front of the mirror, taking off all of her garments. She wondered vaguely if someone was watching her. Perhaps the mirror was two-way glass or there was a video camera hidden somewhere? It would be in line with the rest of the night, but after a moment's contemplation, Callie decided that she was too tired and defeated to care.

Now completely naked, she carefully inspected her stiff and swollen knee, and looked at her back in the mirror. Not surprisingly, she showed bruising back there as well, a large angry swelling above her left kidney from Jimmy's cowboy boot, and assorted mottling from having hit the pavement multiple times. Her arms likewise showed signs of where Jimmy and Mark had held her down, and her right breast was swollen and marked from the savage mauling of her would-be rapist. Lost in thought she walked over to the shower and turned on the taps hoping the hot water would help soothe her pains.

Stepping into the flow of warm water, Callie let her mind drift thinking about Jake and Kade. She wondered vaguely if she could go through with sleeping with Kade to get out of this mess, and decided that she probably could. Not out of any kind of sexual desire, but merely to be free of this place.

Thinking about Jake wasn't quite as straight forward, as her feelings about him were much more complex. On the one hand, she thought him just as sick as his family and thought she could possibly use him sexually if she had to, to get out of this mess. That was a much better option then Kade she thought. On the other hand, Callie found herself attracted to Jake not only physically, but also to his mysterious and complex personality.

After washing her hair and body, Callie gladly sat down in the full tub, turned off the shower tap, inserted the stopper, and let the bath fill with warm water. Once the tub was filled Callie located a pink razor in one of the tubs little side shelf's next to some shaving cream. She used the razor to shave her legs and under arms while musing about the possibility of women committing suicide in here with their razors. For a short time, she contemplated taking even that drastic step, but Jimmy and Mark had been correct. She was a fighter, and suicide sounded like the coward's way out. Surely there were better options. She just couldn't see them yet.

Closing her eyes and leaning back, Callie let her thoughts drift back to Jake again. She wondered what, if anything, could ever be between them. "I'm crazy," Callie muttered aloud to herself. But if she was truthful with herself Callie was the slightest bit curious and turned on by the huge bulge straining to break free of Jake's jeans. She wondered how big he was and what sex would be like with him. None of her experiences so far had been that noteworthy. She wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't very sexually experienced either. She had had two partners in her 22 years, and the first was a one-time deal.

In her senior year of high school, she had dated a burley and popular wide receiver who was one of the stars of the football team. His name was Jay Malloy and he had the cocky swaggering air that comes from an overwhelming belief in looks and money. He had thick dark blonde hair that was neatly styled and smoldering dark brown eyes; he had designer clothing and a wallet full of cash. Unsurprisingly, he had also had a string of girls, both serious and one-nighters and a reputation as quite the man about campus.

Callie had started to date him on Bridgett's suggestion, as she herself was dating the quarterback Robbie Gallo, and Jay and Robbie happened to be best friends. On their fourth date, Jay took Callie out on their first solo date, as every other time they doubled up with Bridgett and Robbie.

Jay spent a whole $6.73 on her meal from a fast food place; then he drove her to a local high school hang out spot late in the night, and promptly showed her the birds and the bees. Jay seemed ecstatic that she was a virgin though Callie didn't know why at the time. Without much ceremony, he had rolled on a lubricated condom, shoved his hard cock inside her, and stared humping her wildly. Callie remembered the pain of that first time all to well, as Jay was far from gentle much less romantic there in the back bed of his Ford pick-up. The good thing was that he only lasted for about 45 seconds. He had driven her home, dumped her out the door without even walking her up the sidewalk, and roared off leaving her unkissed with only an aching and torn pussy to show for the night.

The next day in school, he didn't seem that interested in her. It had taken Callie precisely five hours to realize that Jay put the notch in his belt and had moved on to another girl already. What was worse was the rumor that he had spread: that she was a horrible fuck and the best part about the whole thing was her tight virgin pussy. It had not been until a month later that one of Jay's other one-nighters had retaliated, by explaining in graphic detail on a bathroom stall door wall how fast Jay got to orgasm, which made Callie feel better, but didn't change her self-esteem level.

Unsurprisingly, Callie didn't date again until college.

Half way through her college freshmen year, she had met a guy named David Wilson in one of her classes. He was charming and good looking with slicked back brown hair and eyes that seemed to change colors with his mood. After 4 months of dating, they had slept together for the first time, but Callie had never enjoyed sex with David, as much of his lovemaking was somewhat methodical and detached, as though his mind was elsewhere and he was only going through the motions. Despite their less than satisfying sex life, though, David was kind and sweet to her in every other respect, and they had stayed together for almost two years.

The relationship ended abruptly, however, when Callie had come home to the apartment they were sharing and had found him on the new couch she had just bought last week with his naked ass up in the air fucking the pretty TA who taught one of his classes.

David's lovemaking with this partner didn't seem methodical and distracted, Callie had observed as she watched David's hips pistoning into the young woman who was grunting in pleasure. Callie had backed out of the apartment unnoticed, called Bridgett and told her what she'd seen. Bridgett had offered to get her latest boyfriend, a shortstop on the university's baseball team named TJ to 'kick the shit out of his cheating ass,' as Bridgett had put it.

'I told you he was a creepy jackass Callie, you can do way better than him anyway, and TJ's got this really cute friend named Brad on the team, I bet we could hook you two up...'

After making Bridgett swear not to do anything to tip David off however, Callie had gone home to confront him.

David had smiled when she walked through the door and she could hardly stand it when he strolled over and kissed her on the mouth.

'Hey sweetie, where have you been?'

'With Bridgett'

'How is the little hussy?' David had asked, as he liked Bridgett about as much as Bridgett liked aging.

'Mmmm, fine. So what did you do today David?'

'Oh nothing special you know, the usual, hey but listen to this! I got this really great opportunity to go on this trip for a week with that new TA Barbra from my writing class.' David was studying to be a journalist. Callie had listened in seething silence as David went on enthusiastically.

'It's a really great opportunity'" he had repeated now eyeing Callie, "It's in New York, and there is this big publishing firm, but I don't want to do anything without your approval so what do you say? Do I have the green light Callie?" His question had been asked with a jaunty smile.

'To go on the trip with her, or to fuck her?' Callie had asked.

The color had quickly drained from David's face.

'What? Callie no, no, no, I don't know what lies Bridgett has been feeding you, but you know she's just trying to break us up right? I love you so much baby, how could you ever...'

'Enough! You stupid lying bastard, you think Bridgett told me this? I saw you, David! I saw you fucking her on the couch earlier today. I hope it was real good David, because you have ten minutes to get your shit and get the hell out. I can't believe I was so stupid but it's all really clear now. You've just been using me, haven't you? A free place to stay, someone to boost your career cause my family has money, all the while you're banging your TA or your study partner or God knows who else in our apartment, on the new couch I just bought! Get your shit and get the fuck out now David, cause all I have to do is say the word and Bridgett would love to let TJ and his baseball buddies let loose on you.'

'Oh come on Callie, where the fuck am I supposed to go? How can you be so selfish?'

'I don't know David, but when I get a brainstorm about where you should move to, I'll send you a memo. Why don't you go cry to your TA about it, now get the hell out!'

"Fucking bitch," David had yelled in her face, "fine you're right, I used you and I cheated on you, and fucked her just about every night, and then that time you stayed over the night at Bridgett's apartment I fucked her in your bed!" David's eyes had been stormy with his rage and an evil glint had lurked deep inside them.

Callie had slapped him hard across the face, but had then been knocked to the floor when David hit her back.

The next thing she remembered, Bridgett had been standing over her with an ice pack telling her not to worry, that TJ was taking care of 'that asshole' now, and how Bridgett had made TJ bring her over to Callie's apartment just to make sure Callie was safe.

Not too long after that, Callie had moved in with Bridgett and had never heard from or seen David again. She also had never asked TJ what he did to David that night either.

Now in the present Callie opened her eyes and pulled the stopper, then slowly got to her feet. During her musings, the bathwater had cooled down and now it was actually chilly. Wrapping a clean white towel around herself, Callie went to the dresser and pulled out a white wife-beater top and some fleece PJ bottoms. She found a pair of thick socks and quickly put them on to help shield her feet from the cold stone floor. She could move more easily now that the bath water had soothed her aching body.   

Callie took out four aspirin, double the recommended dose, which she hoped would help to sedate her and ease her pain more effectively. Then she walked over to the fridge, grabbed a cold bottle of water, hit the light switch on her way back and fell into bed. Callie felt around, picked up the four tablets of the small stand beside her, and downed them with the fresh cold water.

'At least I'm clean now,' Callie thought.

Lying back against the pillows while she snuggled under the covers, Callie wondered if it was her. Maybe her bad luck with men was because she really was bad in bed. If she slept with Jake, would he think so too? Also there was no doubt that he'd been with countless women before. Had he run off to see another of them? Is that where he had gone tonight when he had left her room, to see another woman to take care of his sexual needs, just like David?

Oddly, Callie felt a strong pang of jealousy and didn't know why. Perhaps this whole thing was a big joke. Jake seemed to know a lot about her; surely that included her past too. She wondered for a moment if he had already heard about her being a bad lay, and decided he'd rather be with other women.

'Maybe,' said a small voice in her head, 'he just feels sorry for you and that's why he saved you, maybe the hard-on he was sporting wasn't even for you. He was probably sitting there bored waiting until you woke up so he could tell you the drill. After all, you weren't even supposed to be here anyway were you?

He was probably thinking about some other girl here and that's why he was hard, or else he wanted to be like Jay and use you once for a roll in the hay, and then get rid of you when he finds out what a lousy fuck you are...'

And with these disheartening thoughts flooding Callie's mind, she drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

Chapter 10 -- Relief --

Jake needed some relief and fast. He was so hard it was painful to walk. He had turned back around twice on his walk down the long corridor, both times intent on going back to Callie and begging to fuck her, both times returning to his original course as he thought better of it.

It was hard enough to walk away once; he didn't think he could do it again no matter what her answer was. Jake knew he had shocked her, maybe even hurt her by his vulgar words, and he felt a wave of self-loathing for treating her like that, but the wild animal inside of him was raging out of control. He desperately needed to be in the soft warm place between a woman's legs. He wanted that place to be between Callie's legs, but he'd have to make do with someone else, at least for now.

Only three doors down from Callie's room Jake unlocked the door of another woman's room.

Holly was a pretty woman in her mid-forties with dark hair and dark eyes. She had been here the longest out of all the women, and she and Jake had a mutual understanding. Twenty years before, Holly had been a whore servicing Jake's father. When the man had first become caught up in this mad enterprise involving wholesale kidnap and imprisonment, Holly had been the first to be taken. Jake was too young then to fully understand what was going on, as he was only a baby.

His father had paid a lot of money for people to build this place from the ground up with his specifications. An architect by trade, his father had drawn up the plans for the place and had done a lot of the work himself. He'd hired men to carve out the stone rooms underground and then had added the other materials later so no one would suspect what was going on. The mansion had been built above these underground stone cells. In total, there were twelve cells on each side of the hallway, meaning 24 girls could be kept down here at a time.

Women considered unsatisfactory or undesirable were often killed and never seen again; this included women with any kind of STD's, as infected women were not allowed. His father had a friend who had the credentials and access to the facilities needed to test for STD's, and they had long ago worked out a business deal. George got free pussy whenever he wanted from any girl in the place, and dad got free STD testing for any girl in the place. Overall, it was a good deal for both of them.

It didn't matter for the most part anyway, because it was standard for the men to wear condoms, as his father did not believe in women taking birth control pills. "It makes their pussies all dry," his father had informed Jake a few years ago in one of his rare candid moments. Of course, they didn't want to knock all these women up and have oodles of kids running around the place either. Thus, very few women were taken out of the cells down here, brought up to the mansion, and allowed to become one of the family, where they could reproduce and live a semi normal life, as a wife for one of the men. However, the men still had complete control, and could come down and fuck these other women at anytime.

Holly, now in her mid-forties, was seen as an old worn out whore by most of the men, and they rarely visited her cell. Usually men only had keys to the cells of those women they had "claimed" as theirs, usually by being the one who had abducted the girl. Right now, Jake only had two keys on a gold chain around his neck: the one for Holly's room, and another for Callie's. Most of the men here clambered and fought over themselves for the young women, but Jake was usually not attracted to them, as they often sported plastic body parts and beauty from a make-up bottle.

Holly was a natural beauty though, and her small 5'2 frame somehow managed to support her naturally large D cup breasts. She was curvy in all the right places, but far from fat. Her curves to Jake made her a real woman; he wasn't attracted to those rail thin women with no shape to their bodies sporting boyish torsos instead.

Holly had been Jake's first fuck too. Kade and Jake were sent off to an all boy's boarding school when Jake was just six, and had not come home again until he was 14-years old. Then when Jake turned 18, his father let him in on the family secret by showing him the world he never knew existed below the mansion. At first, Jake was mortified, but his father had left him in a cell with Holly. She had talked with him, listened to him, and eventually had shown him the way to please a woman. After two weeks, they had become more than simple bed partners, and by the end of the second month, Holly had become Jake's confidant, lover, moral compass, and friend. He confided in Holly about everything, sometimes he just came down here to talk to her for hours and hours about anything and everything. In some ways, it seemed, she was like a mother to him, as he couldn't remember his own, but at the core of their relationship was the fact that she was purely a woman that he loved to explore every inch of. Over the years, they had become extremely comfortable with each other, and Jake had never been more attracted to another woman until Callie.

"Jake!" Holly now exclaimed with a smile spreading across her face as he walked in the door, "I didn't think I'd see you tonight, it's the first of the month" she said looking at her calendar. "I thought you'd be with some hot young lady?" She was still looking at the calendar and so she missed the pang of pain that shot across Jake's face.

"I was just about to have a little fun with my big red friend Dil here," she said, now pointing to a large red dildo on her nightstand, "but you're much more entertaining." Her smile was warm, inviting, and sassy. She had her reading glasses perched on her nose and a smut novel was lying face down on her ample bosom. He could smell a faint odor of wet pussy and knew that the book must have been doing its job in arousing her. When he looked away from the paperback book back to Holly, he saw her eyes widen admiringly as she looked at the large lump in his jeans. Possibly she had never seen him so hard, he knew he'd never felt this hard.

Then her eyes traveled up to his. She watched all the emotions running through him and with concern threw the book aside, jumped off the bed, and came to him saying, "Baby, what's wrong?" She hugged him in a motherly sort of way.

The walk from Callie's room had pushed Jake beyond the point of talking; if he waited any longer he'd surely explode. "We'll talk after," Jake told her huskily. "I just need to fuck you so bad right now, okay?"

"Okay, baby," she replied. She had barely gotten the words out of her mouth before Jake was crushing it with his own.

Out of respect for her that most men here didn't show, Jake made it a point to always ask to have sex with her before he took her, but he also knew she'd never turn him down.

He never remembered being this rabid with desire before; he was pawing her clumsily, trying, to remove her garments. Impatient hands were pulling at buttons and scattering them as he ripped her blouse. Frustration was blooming inside him something fierce. Just when Jake felt like screaming at the world, Holly took charge. He let her, knowing he was in good hands. She must have sensed the need that was washing through him so urgently.

Quickly she pulled his jeans off and his red and angry hard cock flew out almost hitting her in the face. "Jesus," Holly gasped. "I've never seen you this hard before baby."




A Tied That Binds Pt. 02



There was a load of pre-cum bubbling from his large head, and Holly wondered how long the poor kid had been like this to drive him into such a frenzy. She wanted to question him, but Holly knew she needed to wait, as the urgency in him was downright scary.

Without further ado, she rolled her tongue skillfully over his large swollen head and started to lick up his salty pre-cum. Holly had always loved his big young cock, and he fucked her exceptionally well, even during his first time, she found herself greedily cumming over his large virgin cock as it rammed her hard. Now down on her knees with his cock shoved deep into her mouth, she went to work on him. He was groaning and cursing as she sucked him off for all she was worth. She knew he'd blow his load soon, he was so horny.

"Shit, Holly, I'm...I'm gonna cum, Jesus that feels so good!" Jake shouted to the heavens with his head back.

Holly knew that it would take very little more to send him over the edge, he'd been on for so long. She took him deeper still in her mouth, and, using a trick she had learned back in her prostitution days, she made eye contact with Jake as he looked back down at her blowing him. When their eyes met, Jake's cock bucked wildly and several loads of warm salty cum shot into her eager mouth. For some reason, men really get off when women giving them head make eye contact with them.

Jake pulled his spent cock from her. "Shit Holly, I needed that so bad, you've no idea," Jake panted. He pulled her up to her feet and then guided her down to her bed as she smiled at him. With the first orgasm out of his system, he could once more think coherently, and Holly was obviously ready for him to bring her pleasure.

"Now it's your turn," Jake said smiling down at her. Since some of the urgency had passed, Jake could function enough to take off her panties, and was rewarded with a stronger smell of wet pussy as she spread her legs wide open for him.

"Mmmm..." Holly positively purred as Jake's tongue made contact with her sopping pussy. While Jake had fucked a few other girls with his cock, he had never tongue fucked another women. Holly was his one exception. He felt her fingers run through his hair, and she arched her back sliding a pillow underneath it to give Jake better access.

However, as Jake's tongue nimbly ran over her clit and then deep into the hole of her wet pussy, he couldn't help but wonder what Callie tasted like. Closing his eyes for a minute, he pretended that the pussy he was eating was Callie's, and the hand holding his head tightly was Callie's, along with the moaning filling the room. With such thoughts consuming him, he could feel his cock growing rock hard again.

The good thing about fucking Holly was that he didn't have to worry about wearing a condom, as Holly couldn't get pregnant. At the age of twenty she went and got her tubes tied insisting that she didn't need any bastard children in her "profession."

Jake looked up at her now, his face covered in her delicious juices and he reached to the nightstand for the dildo. His cock was already fully hard again, but he wanted to watch the dildo move in and out of her pussy. Taking the dildo in hand, he rubbed the tip over her clit and she bucked her hips up moaning in ecstasy. He watched in awe as he started shoving the large red dildo in and out of her dripping wet hole.

Holly watched him and couldn't help but laugh at his behavior. "You're such a man," she said watching him and laughing. "Is it that interesting to watch objects go into and out of my vagina?"

"Absolutely," said Jake grinning up at her, "me being a man and all, this is extremely intriguing," Jake watched the walls of her pussy clench around the dildo fucking her.

Holly laughed again, as she watched him continue to stroke her with the dildo.

"You know," Jake said, conversationally, "I could describe this experience with a wide range of terms right now, but humorous is isn't one of them, and I have no idea why on earth you're laughing."

"Don't you?" Holly asked, continuing to laugh.

"I guess I'm just going to have to make you stop laughing then."

"Oh, give me your best shot, pretty boy," Holly said playfully.

"That's it!" Jake chided back teasingly. "No one calls me pretty boy!"

And Holly's laughter was replaced by moaning as Jake shifted around until he could fuck her with the dildo roughly and gently lick her clit at the same time. "Not fair," he heard Holly rasp as she tried to catch her breath through the added stimulation. Jake smiled against her clit and then began sucking and pulling on it like a small infant pulling at his mother's breast in search of milk.

A few minutes later and Holly was humping her pussy even higher into the air, as she came wetly over the dildo and his mouth. Jake kept up his rhythm until Holly fell back against the bed. Leaving the dildo inside her steaming pussy, Jake pulled himself up as he kissed her lips tenderly.

After a few minutes of slow yet savage kissing, where Holly tasted her own juices on Jake's tongue; she pulled away from his lips and said, "We're not done yet, are we?

"How'd you guess?" Jake asked in mock surprise.

Holly gave him a feisty smile and said, "Well, your hard cock poking my leg kind of gave you away."

"Damn it! And here I thought I was being so suave."

Before Holly could respond, Jake tugged the sopping wet dildo out of her swollen pussy and brought it up to her lips.

"Lick it for me," Jake said. Holly licked the dildo covered in her own juices, and Jake groaned as he watched her tongue lap at it. Reaching down with his free hand, having balanced himself properly, Jake started rubbing the head of his cock swiftly against her slick cunt. For several minutes, Jake watched enthralled as Holly slowly cleaned the dildo with her tongue and squirmed below his teasing cock.

Finally, without warning, he plunged his full length inside her; throwing the dildo on the bed next to them so he could solely focus on fucking her thoroughly. He didn't know why, but something told him this was their last fuck. Jake wondered if Holly sensed it too, because when he looked down into her face she was wearing a sad smile. He covered it in a searing kiss and worked his hips into a rhythm that had them both moaning.

Her wet pussy was sucking him dry, he could feel his second load of cum bubbling from his balls, and slowly through his penis. He reached down and fingered her clit while he continued to fuck her with his long hard dick; he wanted her to cum on it one last time. Finally, the magnificent build up exploded between the two of them, as Jake came deeply into Holly's spasming slippery cunt.

Jake held onto Holly for several minutes while neither spoke and both laid there panting, Jake braced on top of her, with his softening cock still between her pussy lips. Slowly he slid free, stood up, and held out his hand to Holly.

"Come on, let's get in the shower and clean up," Jake said as he pulled her out of the bed, and two headed for her bathroom together.



A Tied That Binds Pt. 03



Author's note:

Special thanks to Silvercatseye for editing and Mike W. for proof reading the story before submission. 



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Part Three: The Plan

Chapter 11 – The Advice – 

Jake and Holly had showered together, but aside from kissing, both exhausted, they did little else. After they were done showering, they changed the soiled sheets, throwing them into a hamper, and lay down in the bed together. With the confidence of long-time lovers, both curled into a classic pose, Holly tucked up against Jake with her back to his front, her head tucked neatly under his chin, and his arms wrapped protectively around her. The heat of his body warmed her still-nude form.

Holly listened silently as Jake told her everything that had happened from the moment Callie stepped into the club: the chat in the upstairs room, the attempted rape, the killing of Jimmy, the encounter with Kade, and the dilemma he now faced. Holly continued to listen without interruption until Jake had talked himself out. Then with concern in her eyes, Holly rolled over so they were face to face. She planted a soft and chaste kiss on his forehead smoothing away the lines of worry, and after another minute, she spoke.

""This girl, Callie? She's the reason you came in here like a caveman trying to ravish me." It wasn't a question; Holly knew it was the truth.

"Was I that bad?" Jake said, feeling guilty. He hadn't thought about how this would make Holly feel. In retrospect, he should have gone to some other girl, one he had no emotional connection to, but he had really wanted Holly at that moment. "Look Holly, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have..."

Holly placed a finger over Jake's mouth and said, "Shhh, it's okay." Her smile was her usual one; happiness mixed with sadness, a bittersweet blend. "I know you love me Jake. You and I are both aware that if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even be here right now. I also knew the day would come when you'd find a girl your own age that you'd want to be with."

Jake opened his mouth to interrupt, but Holly's fingers were already on his lips. "Please Jake, let me finish this."

After a moment's reflection, Holly continued. "I'm glad if this girl is the one for you, because you're a great guy and you deserve someone special. I know I'm not the one, but you shouldn't worry about me. I think the best thing to do is to go to your father and tell him what you told me, before Kade has the chance That way you can take away the power he's trying lord over you. I also suggest that you go to this girl Callie, apologize, and try to explain what happened." 

"Holly..."

Shhh," she said again. She wriggled out of his arms, avoiding his eyes, not wanting to see what he was thinking, not wanting him to see the pain that her words had caused her. "Go on, get outta here, I need some sleep anyway."

Jake knew it was no good; Holly was pushing him away, distancing herself from him. Years before, when they had first met, Holly had had walls up; a mental fortress that could protect her sanity and emotions even after kidnap, imprisonment and forced service to dozens of men. She had dropped those barriers for Jake, letting him into her emotional circle, giving him a person who cared, giving him someone he could love. Now, the walls were going back up. A sense of sadness overcame him as he watched Holly turn her back to him, and he knew she wanted him to leave.

At the door of her room, he hesitated for a moment and then said rather huskily, "Thank you Holly, for everything. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." The door closed behind his form, and a moment later, the lock clicked into place through the ringing silence.

Chapter 12 –Unfulfilled Wish –

The sound of the door shutting may have been soft, but for Holly, it sounded like some pronouncement of doom. She couldn't help but cry as a sense of loss went through her. She had known this day would come eventually; it had been inevitable. But knowledge doesn't dull pain when the inevitable occurs. Even with the age difference between them, Holly had felt like Jake was the only male who had truly understood her, and now that connection would be gone. 

Twenty years before, Holly had been brought to this place, as part of the first "crop" that Jake's father had taken. Over the years, Holly had lived here, surrounded by the walls of her room, vanished from the world above. She knew the twenty or so men who frequented this place intimately, knew that many had families who had no idea that the men lived a double life. She knew something of the mansion that stood atop the dungeon that she called home, knew that only a half-dozen men lived there. She knew also that there had only been a few men admitted to the secret in recent years; most of those for whom the facility existed were the same as had been present twenty years ago when Holly had arrived.

What was it that Madame Tamara had said? Holly fought to remember the words of that fifty-year-old woman who had taken the scared streetwalker in and taught her the arts of prostitution. Walls are necessary in our line of work. They keep you safe. Never let them down.

Chiding herself for letting things go so far with Jake, Holly sat up and tried to wipe the tears from her face. She should have felt disgust with herself for being with Jake like this anyway; she was old enough to be his mother. Nevertheless, she couldn't help it, sweet innocent Jake had stolen her heart when he was just an 18 year-old boy, and she had always been secretly in love with him from that moment forward. Before Jake came along, the other men had been absolutely brutal with her, leaving sores, bruises, and once a set of broken ribs, the last courtesy of Jake's father. Once Jake had come into her life however, everything changed, as he became her savior and protector. Few men, even here, would chance Jake's physical skills or his uncertain temper. He didn't treat her like a whore either, like the rest of the men in the place. To him, Holly had been a woman worthy of gentleness and care; he was actually very sweet to her and they soon found in each other a sort of kindred spirit. 

In the back of her mind, Holly knew sleeping with a boy who was barely legal at the time was wrong. But the dungeon was a location in which virtually all of the societal rules (and not a few laws) were flouted. Were she to be honest with herself, Holly would much rather be with Jake than any of the men who thought they could do whatever they pleased with her. Sometimes Holly felt a pang of guilt even now for selfishly stealing Jake's innocence, and using him so she wouldn't have to be with the other men. But she truly did love Jake, and had given herself to him in ways that she had never even contemplated with other men. And while she had always known that Jake was going to be a part of the twisted plans that his father had laid down no matter what, along the way she'd tried to teach him respect for women, and she prayed many nights that he wouldn't grow up to be like his father. It had recently seemed to her that her prayers had been answered.

But this foundation was crumbling around her now; Jake had turned away from her at last, captivated by another woman. If the passion he displayed tonight was any indication, he was crazy about this Callie girl. The selfish side of Holly secretly hoped this infatuation with the girl would turn out to be just that, and he would soon lose interest and come back to her. Her practical side, however, reminded her that Jake was not one who made choices flippantly or without thinking them through. In short, Holly was pretty sure that this girl would be around for the long haul. 

There had been a few times in the past when Holly had been on the verge of telling Jake just how much she was in love with him, but she just couldn't do it. Such an admission would likely have blighted their relationship; he was far too young, and she truly did want him to be happy. Another heavy sigh shook her rounded frame and another couple of tears trickled down her cheeks. Suck it up, her practical side advised. 

Without warning, another of Madame Tamara's warnings flittered back from over thirty years before: There will come a time when you care about a john, and he will leave. The only thing you can hope for is that he found enough pleasure to ensure you are paid, or protected, or both. Johns come and go. Hope that the next one is just as good as the one before.

She wasn't worried about being hurt or killed. Jake always kept his promises, and she knew he'd die trying to protect her. Because of that, Holly supposed she owed him the courtesy and respect towards his feelings for this other woman. 

Sighing, Holly went to the bathroom, washed her tear-stained face, and then got ready for bed. It was nearly 8 am. Most of the women here had switched their schedules around and slept in the day, while they stayed up all night as that was when most of the men came to them for sex. 

Sliding into bed, Holly felt the echo of the passion she had so recently shared, a singing reminder of their lovemaking still lingering in the air. She rested her head against the pillow where he had lain while they had talked. His scent rose faintly to her nostrils. 

'Hopefully Jake will come back to see me soon just to visit, and when he does I'll tell him that I'm sorry for the way I shut him out and that I truly am happy for him,' Holly thought. Then she slowly drifted off to sleep.   

Chapter 13 –Already Beaten to the Punch –

"Yes that's right, fuck my cock harder you little cunt," Lou snapped, panting as he pumped himself into his current bitch. He had just arrived back from a long business trip, and he had missed all the comforts of home. Currently, he was sprawled in his custom-designed office chair, naked from the waist down, with a hot young blonde straddling his cock. 

Not all of the women that Lou and his friends "harvested" were confined in the dungeon around the clock. Those that Lou considered trustworthy were permitted to leave their cells to tend the house, cook, and do other jobs meant for women. This was how life should be for every man. He should be the master, waited on by the women. No little cunts thinking they're better than him, mocking him with their eyes. 

Just doing what they should be doing... serving men. 

He was in control, and he owned these bitches, every one of them. If they didn't abide by his rules, he disposed of them, and replaced them with those who would. The young blonde riding his cock was his latest secretary. Caught two-plus months ago in one of the regular "harvests," she turned out to be quite a biddable girl, and for a bonus, she had been a virgin when Lou had taken her for the first time. She also had turned out to be a decent secretary, although he usually kept the girls he wanted to fuck the most in that position, to make sure they were accessible. When he got bored with this one he would simply replace her with another, although she had a sweet young pussy, a very submissive demeanor, and bruised easily, making her perfect for him to mark up as he chose. All in all, she was quite a good little cunt in addition to being a good secretary and he had no intention of removing her from that post as yet. 

Lou watched as her small tits bounced up and down from the movement of riding his inflamed cock. He grabbed one tit roughly and shoved it into his mouth so he could suck on it. His fingers dug into the yielding flesh and she whimpered a bit with the pain. He felt a rush of power; it was necessary to cause women pain. Just so they didn't forget their place.

The young girl continued to slide up and down the length of his cock without protest. Truly a well-trained and submissive cunt who lived to serve. If she had protested, Lou would have backhanded her to show her who the boss was. He'd had to, early on. But she was one of the smarter sluts and had learned fast. 

She'd also been smart enough to never try to do more than she should. His files were neat and straight; her memos and correspondence was beautifully typed and perfectly correct every time; her work for him was impeccable. But she never offered suggestions or ideas on how to run the company. She knew her place. Those women who tried to do what men did were a real joke, how could a woman possibly do any better job then a man, especially in a man's line of work? 

On this last business trip, Lou met this lady architect who thought her shit didn't stink. It didn't take long for Lou to show her that, as a man, he was better than a cunt. An impromptu harvest, a quick run to a deserted warehouse down by the docks and countless hours of rape and torture later, he'd put her in her place. By morning, the bitch was begging for mercy, and Lou showed it to her by slitting her throat. The body had gone into the water, lashed to the pier below the waterline. The warehouse had been cleared of evidence. He was meticulous about stuff like that. He had no intention of ever being caught, although, even if he ever was, he had plenty of money and friends in high places. 

The club operation ran just as smoothly too. The targets were carefully chosen, the "harvests" were done cleanly and no evidence was ever left behind. Everyone had a job in cleaning up. Lou expected perfection in their tasks, to keep the law enforcement agencies away. Those who fucked up suffered his displeasure. Even the targets were chosen with an eye toward those cunts that no one would ever miss. No fucking way would he ever go to jail over some piece of tail that needed to be disciplined. If these other stupid bastard men would control their women as he did, the world would be a much better place. 

Lou's thoughts were drifting back to the lady architect again. He couldn't remember her name, not that it was important anyway, but she sure as hell had known his, He remembered her screams as she begged for mercy while he fucked her up the ass. Mercy, hah. Bitch needed a good reaming. The thought sent a lance of desire through Lou again, and he decided that his little blonde would need a good ass fuck too.

Pushing her off him, he said, "Bend over the desk and stick your sweet little ass out, bitch. I'm going to fuck it good." He liked watching the fear come into her eyes, and the way her heavy breathing filled the room. There were only two reasons women breathed like that, one was from fucking, and the other was from fear. There was no question which it was in this case; she hadn't been breathing like that while fucking his cock.

The young girl didn't move for a moment, and Lou raised his hand to hit her across the face. With a little gasp, she whirled, grabbing the edge of desk, her fingers curling over the grapevine decoration at the edge. Her thighs pressed up against the cold wood as she raised her ass to Lou.

Lou rammed his cock hard into the girl's ass. While she was in no way a virgin (he'd sampled this cunt's delights before), she was taut and tight through fear and Lou greatly enjoyed himself as he tore his way in. Her tears splashed down on his desk as he hammered into her, but she was well-trained and neither begged him to stop nor cried for mercy. Had she done so, of course, it would have gotten her nothing but a death warrant.

Ordinarily, Lou couldn't stand female tears. Cunts liked to use their tears against weaker men to get their own way, but Lou knew their game and he was having none of it. But when they were because he was causing them, because he was fucking them or hurting them, well, tears were expected. Anticipated, even. Tears from pain a man caused were an offering to him, proof that he was doing the right thing. Discipline required pain, pain brought tears, tears showed that the man had power.

Grunting from the effort of fucking her as hard as he possibly could, Lou started to feel his dick swelling with a large load of cum. Minutes later it shot from the tip of his cock into the girl's now stretched and bleeding asshole. He kept fucking her hard until his dick went limp. Pulling himself out from her, he sneered, "Not bad for a little cunt. Get the fuck out, clean up and be back here in an hour to take dictation." 

The young girl fell to the floor, trying to stifle her sobs. The grapevine pattern stood red and white on the skin of her thighs where they had slammed hard into the desk. Lou wished he were younger; he'd dearly love to fuck the crying little bitch again, even harder if he could, but he wasn't as young as he once was, and he was totally spent. Panting, he stood over her form...and Jake walked into the room at that very moment.

**********

Jake took in the scene before him. 

His father's current secretary, Nicole, a young girl barely his age, was lying on the floor naked, and sobbing with blood and semen running out of her back end. The marks on her soft body told the story of brutality she had just endured. Standing by his desk with his soft penis still displayed, Jake's father was looking at him in a way that was clearly challenging him to comment on the scene before him. Jake, who knew better, said nothing, and merely continued to stare as his father. 

After a moment Lou said, "Give me a minute to clean up son," and then looked over to the girl and said, "one hour." With that, Lou walked out the door of his office and headed down the hallway to a bathroom. 

Jake stood still for a moment feeling slightly sick at what his father had done. Of course, this was how his father treated all women, but there was something more horrifying about this scene before him. Maybe it was because she looked so young. Or maybe it was because Jake's mind flashed to that being Callie on the floor. After a moment longer, Jake walked over to the office door, checked to make sure his father had really gone and then closed the door so he'd have warning at his father's return. Slowly he made his way over to the girl.

She was already starting to move, trying to get up, when he knelt down next to her. She flinched away, her instincts overriding her training as she apparently thought he was about to assault her as well. Another wave of sickness hit him at the thought, and anger washed over him this time. How could his father have done this? The girl surely couldn't have done anything so bad as to deserve being treated like this. She must have sensed the anger in him and thought he was directing it towards her; her body drew in on itself as she cowered, waiting for the casual slap or pinch, or the thrust of hardened penis into her already violated and defeated body. 

"Relax," Jake said, in the most soothing voice he could muster putting his anger at his father aside. "I'm not going to hurt you sweetheart, alright? I'm just going to try and help you up so you can get out of her and take care of yourself."

The girl had managed to stop crying by now, and her smile was the same bittersweet shape as Holly's. "You're Jake," she said softly looking in his eyes. 

"Yes," Jake replied, a little taken aback that she knew his name. To his knowledge, he'd never been with her.

She seemed to read his confusion however, and added, "All the girls talk about you, and how you're so sweet and gentlemanly, not horrible like the rest of them. 

Jake gave his best smile. Trying to cheer the girl up, he said, "Wow, I had no idea I had such a heroic reputation around the place. Do you think if I started wearing tights and a cape I'd look too gay?"

The girl gave a watery chuckle and said, "No, I think that would suit you fine." There was a short pause as she pushed herself into a kneeling position and then she looked him full in the face. "After all," she whispered, "superheroes save women right?" 

Jake smiled again, but he felt an overwhelming sadness slip over him. Tucking some long strands of blonde hair behind the girl's ear, he got to his feet and offered her a hand, which she used to pull herself up. He noticed her wince from the pain although she seemed a little less broken then before, as she smiled up at him.




A Tied That Binds Pt. 03



"Come on we need to get you out of here before he comes back, I don't want you to get hurt anymore than what you already have been." 

Jake quickly flitted around the room picking up the girls clothes, and then handed them to her, crossed the room, and opened the door back up again. Luckily, his father was still nowhere in sight. 

The girl headed out the door and turned around saying, "Thank you Jake, I'll be sure to add to the heroic rumors about you." 

"Keep your chin up, okay? You'll be all right," Jake said giving her his best grin again. "Now get out of here," he said, laying a chaste kiss on her forehead and scooting her out the door. He watched as she disappeared around the corner, and then walked over to a chair in front of his father's desk and collapsed in it. He felt drained from the encounter and disheartened. He wished he could take Callie and Holly away from this place and never look back. Hell, he wished he could take them all away. 

Superheroes save women, right?

"It's such a shame that you're so pussy whipped by all these little cunts son. You had the girl eating out of the palm of your hand. I'll bet she would have dropped to her knees and sucked you dry if you'd asked her to." 

Lou was back and he had a knowing smile on his face as though he heard the whole conversation, though the smile didn't touch his eyes which looked cold and dead. Jake chose not to respond. He needed to tread carefully here. 

After a moment, his father took a seat behind the desk, pulled out a cigar, and lit it. Jake trying to keep the anger out of his voice said, "I guess I'm just not as strong as you Dad, I couldn't leave her lying there."

Which one? My secretary, or the girl from the club last night?" Lou asked, and blew a smoke ring.

'So he knows,' Jake thought as fear flooded through him.

"Really, son, I can't believe you're looking so shocked. There is nothing, nothing that goes on inside my club that I don't know about, whether I'm there or not. Mark called me and we had a lovely chat this morning. See, he's angling for a pay raise and thought it would look good to tell the big boss what had happened. And there I was fresh from a good night's sleep being told that my youngest son shot one of my best friends over some cunt." 

Jake swallowed hard, and hated himself for not killing Mark last night too. This was bad; something bad was going to happen, his father's cruel eyes were telling him so. 

When Jake still didn't speak, his father went on, "I hope she gave you a real good fuck last night Jake, because things aren't looking real promising for you, or her. You deserved to be punished, you know that right? No cunt should ever be put over a man, let alone a friend, no matter how hot her snatch is."

"Yes sir," Jake said, keeping his eyes downcast while his heart sank even further.

"I need a bit of time to assess your punishment, and I have other business to attend to at the moment. Leave, and I'll call you later when I've made up my mind how I'm going to handle this," Lou said indifferently. 

Jake got up from the chair and walked from the room with his heart racing, and thinking hard. Something bad was coming and he needed to come up with a plan fast. 

**********

Lou sat at his desk for another moment after Jake had retreated, and then picked up his phone, dialing quickly. "Kade, m'boy, come up to my office. We need to speak." Lou hung up without waiting for his son's response.



A few minutes later, Kade came into the room, The two men shook hands briefly, which was all the contact that Lou ever permitted between his boys and himself. Affection, after all, was something women only showed. To raise strong men, you gave them discipline, and structure, without all that affection so many parents made the mistake of giving their sons. And it not only had worked, but the boys were grateful for it. At least he didn't have a couple of faggot nancy boys, well at least Kade wasn't. Jake could just be summed up as one of those mistake kids that would have been better off drowned like a runty puppy. 

"What's up Dad? How was your trip?" Kade asked, taking a seat. 

"It was fine," Lou said not bothering to go into detail. "This thing with your brother, you know about it?"

"Yes sir, well not all of it, but I know he killed Jimmy for this fine looking piece of ass. I was going to tell you, but I hadn't seen you yet."

"Bullshit," said his father, "I know how that mind of yours works. You were going to hold onto that information and use it against Jake in hopes of fucking her weren't you?"

"Well, like I said, she is a fine piece of ass."

Lou laughed at that. He couldn't be mad at Kade, he was the perfect son, and Lou had always been proud of him. Besides, he didn't kill Jimmy. No, that was Jake's sin. 

"You want her all to yourself son?" asked Lou.

"What?" said Kade, looking bemused, "Jake gave her up?" 

"No, not yet, but I have a punishment that I'm sure will make her available. I've seen her pictures of her, and I've been reading up on the girl. She's top quality goods, might even be breeding material for you son, so I wanted to give to the first option. I want a grandson running around here before I get too old!" 

Kade smiled at his father, "Sure, Dad, I can't say no to an offer like that."

"Well then," said his father "what room is she in?"

"Seven," Kade replied. 

Lou rummaged into his desk for a minute and pulled out a master key to the room, as he had a master key for every room in the cellar.

"There use that key until your brother gives his up." 



"Thanks sir," Kade said happily.

"Well, what are you waiting for boy? Go and start breaking the little cunt in," Lou said laughing as he watched Kade jump of from his chair and exit. 

Lou smiled happily to himself as he watched his son leave. Kade deserved this cunt, not Jake, and if some how his plan backfired, Lou would just have to get rough and take the key from the boy. But oh how it would be fun to watch the coming scene, for either way it would play out exactly how Lou wanted it. The only difference was whether it played out by choice or by force.  

Chapter 14 – Dark Dreams and Vague Futures –

Holly found herself on a high canyon wall with no visible ground below. Swirling dark mist hid the canyon floor. Jake was standing there beside her, laughing, telling her if she loved him, she would jump. Holly protested, telling Jake she couldn't jump because she'd die. Jake started laughing again and advanced towards her with a glint in his eye. He grabbed her by the face and kissed her roughly, but when Holly pulled back from him it was to find Jake nowhere in sight. She spun around looking for Jake and came face to face with him. 

'This is all your fault Holly, and now you have to pay. Be a good girl and jump for me.' 

Jake's face was twisted into an evil grin she'd never seen mar his handsome face before. What sent chills up and down her spine however, was the voice. It wasn't Jake's voice telling her to jump; it was Lou's. 

'You're not Jake,' Holly yelled at the menacing figure. 



The imposter Jake threw his head back and laughed, and as he looked back down at Holly his face changed into Lou's face, distorted and twisted by an insanity that lurked very close to the surface. Before Holly could get over the shock, Lou moved toward her, his mad eyes glinting in the shadowy light, and his hands outstretched to push her. She whirled to run from him and found to her terror that the rocky path which had brought her to the edge was gone. She stood with a madman on the edge of the cliff. 

It was too late. Lou was bearing down on her; he laughed his evil laugh as he pushed her over the edge. Holly tried to yell but she had no voice, she was falling into the darkness forever more with no ground below her. 

Holly awoke in a cold sweat gasping for air. She couldn't remember the last time she had a nightmare, but this one was so vivid that it took her several long minutes to calm her racing heart down. Holly then looked at the clock; it was only a little after 10:00 am, but there was no way she was going to be able to fall back asleep now. Thus, with only a couple hours sleep Holly got up, and began showering again, trying to wash away the dark dreams that had haunted her sleep. 

**********

Jake had been sitting on the edge of Holly's bed. He had heard her in the shower, and when she finally walked into her bedroom, Holly drew up short having spotted him. He could see the surprise on her face that he had come back to her so soon, but once again, he didn't know who else to turn to.

"Oh Jake, you scared me; I'm so glad you're here though. Listen, I'm really sorry..." Her voice trailed off as she realized he looked even worse than he had when he had left to confront his father. "Jake, what happened?" Holly asked rather fearfully. She dropped the thin white towel covering her nakedness and slid onto the bed, sliding her arms around him and pulling herself to him. "Please tell me what happened Jake, you're scaring me." 

"Lou already knew," Jake said simply, in a small voice.

He knew Holly would understand what he meant; he didn't need to explain to her that Lou would punish him. Holly knew Lou's vindictiveness just as well, and maybe even better than Jake did. After all, Holly had known Lou for twenty years.

"It'll be okay, whatever it is. You're stronger than you realize, you can get through it Jake, I know you can," Holly said trying to comfort him. When she got no response Holly said, "Have you talked to Callie about this yet?"

"No, I don't want to scare her. She's been through so much already, and I promised I'd protect her from all of this as much as I could. She's like you, Holly. I mean she's not like the rest of the girls here. You know Lou goes after the women who think they're better then him. The kind of women who flaunt what they've got, but are class A bitches who think they rule the world with their snatch. Callie's not like that at all, she just went with her friend...Dammit, I shouldn't have left her up on that balcony alone, I should have grabbed her and dragged her out of there," Jake burst out angrily. 

"Hush," Holly said trying to calm Jake down. "Listen to me Jake, what happened to this girl is unfortunate, but it's not your fault, alright? Hell, you killed to protect this girl and now look at the mess you're in. Please don't blame yourself. Everything will work itself out, okay? Now listen to me, sugar, I'm gonna give you some fine southern comfort and then you go and talk to this girl. I'll bet she's tougher then you think. Alright?

"Okay," Jake replied as he watched Holly tug off his jeans. 

Holly's mother had taught her the best way to comfort a man when she was just a young girl back in Georgia. Sliding her tongue along his shaft, Holly felt his cock twitch and instantly start to harden. She continued licking slowly up to the swelling head of his cock, and with the tip of her tongue began circling around the throbbing head. 

A few minutes of this slow torture had Jake moaning, as pre-cum bubbled out from the tip of his cock. Holly licked it up greedily and then slowly slid his pulsing shaft into her mouth. Gradually Holly began to bob her head up and down each time taking more and more of his large cock into her mouth. 

Jake loved Holly's blowjobs. Expertly, Holly pushed him even deeper inside her mouth, past her gag reflex so that Jake's whole cock was stuffed into her. Jake grabbed hold of Holly's face with both hands so as to hold it still, and begin raising his hips off the bed and gently fucking her throat. Holly's tongue worked on the underside of Jake's cock, licking around it as it slid back and forth in her throat. 

Jake was turned on, heated beyond reason as he let out another moan. He could feel more pre-cum leaking out of the head of his cock, and the thought of his cum and cock so deep in her throat was driving him crazy. 

Suddenly, Holly pulled up from him and Jake let her head go, for he knew that Holly had something just as great in store for him, and she didn't disappoint.

Lying back on the bed beside him, Holly grabbed her large breasts and began rubbing them between her hands and tugging at her nipples. "Wanna fuck 'em?" she asked Jake with a wicked smile. 

Jake's only response was another moan, as words failed him. However, he wasted no time in mounting her chest and slipping his swollen cock between them. Slowly he began moving his hips and watching his cock slide between the two large mounds. Each time his cock slid up as high as it could go, Holly was waiting with her tongue out to lick at his head. 

Gradually, Jake began to pick up the pace of his thrusting, and as he did so, he reached one hand behind him and began rubbing Holly's wet and swollen clit.

Holly moaned against Jake's nimble fingering, which she taught him how to accomplish long ago. She could feel Jake's pace quickening even more, his hips now working in a frenzy. 

"Mmmm, that's right baby, fuck my big titties, and cum all over me," Holly said on a moan, knowing it would take him even higher. 

He was now rubbing her clit so fast that she could hardly catch her breath. Holly tried to lift her hips up higher as to push Jake's probing fingers deeper into her, but his weight on her chest was restricting her movement.

"Dammit Jake," Holly moaned in frustration as she tried to buck her hips up against his fingers. 

Knowingly Jake smiled down at her, as his teasing of her clit now had her just as worked up as him. Without Holly even realizing what he was doing in her ecstasy, Jake slid his cock out from between her breasts, and plunged it deep into her slick pussy. 

Holly gasped at the feel of the hard throbbing cock now deep inside her. Her inner walls clenched down as spasms beyond her control shook her.

Jake could feel Holly cumming hard on his cock, as her pussy walls tried to milk at his shaft. However, Jake managed to hold on to the large load of cum inside him, as he held perfectly still while Holly thrust up against him moaning.

When Holly collapsed back on the bed, Jake pulled his wet cock out of her, and began fucking her tits once more.

It didn't take very many strokes for Jake to completely close control, as load after load of hot cum shot out from his cock, bathing Holly's breasts and face in it.

Jake rolled off Holly's chest and watched with fascination as Holly used her finger to scoop the cum on her face into her mouth, and then rubbed the cum on her chest over her large breasts. 

"Well, what are you waiting for? I held up my end of the bargain, now go talk to this girl," Holly chided lightly, but Jake could tell that beyond the brave front Holly was putting up the thought of Callie was still hurting her.

"In a minute," Jake said, wanting to please Holly. He pulled her close and held her until she fell asleep in his arms.        



Chapter 15 –Unexpected Visitor–

Callie awoke and flipped on the light. That was when she noticed a small clock on the nightstand, which she had overlooked the night before. The clock said it was 11:42 am, but could she trust it? She never slept this late into the day. Deciding that in the grand scheme of things it didn't really matter, she took another shower to help and ease more of the stiffness and pain from her body. 

This time in the shower, Callie found herself musing about the chances of being rescued by outside sources. Both Callie and Bridgett's parents lived in Texas, not North Carolina, and neither would win a parent of the year award. Callie hadn't mentioned the club to anyone, although it was likely, knowing Bridgette, that she had mouthed off about it. However, Callie was sure an operation running like this was adept at covering its tracks and destroying evidence. Cameras were unlikely to be present, as they have an annoying habit of recording things they ought not. Guest lists could be altered.

Grimly, Callie evaluated her new reality. It wasn't as though she called home regularly, or had any close friends other than Bridgette that she checked in with. Her professors might be concerned after she cut class a few times, but hardly enough to file missing person reports. She had no boyfriends. By the time anyone noticed that they were missing, it was unlikely that there would be much of a trail at all.

Bridgette's parents would probably be the ones that noticed first. Assuming that the clock was accurate, and that her internal calendar was still close to correct, the monthly check to Bridgette would arrive in two weeks. While Bridgette's family redefined "hands off", they fixed everything with a checkbook including their daughter's needs. Eventually, though, even her parents would realize the checks weren't being cashed and they'd blow up a shit storm, demanding to know where their daughter was, and soaking up the media attention. Callie ruefully acknowledged, though, that she had no idea how long that would take.

Then there were Callie's own parents, who made Bridgett's look like the Cleavers. 'Don't go there Callie,' she chided herself mentally. Thinking about her family was dangerous waters, which would only drag her down further. It didn't do any good to dwell on the past; she could only change what she did now. 'Dammit, Callie stop it,' she chided again as she turned off the shower taps and headed towards her bedroom looking for something to distract her dismal thoughts. 

Deciding to check out the clothing more thoroughly, Callie went over to the dresser and skimmed through the clothes, which successfully sidetracked her.

All of the clothes seemed to be the perfect size for her. She skipped over the skimpy revealing dresses and pulled on a pair of denim blue jeans much like her own, and a dark blue cotton shirt that buttoned up the front and clung to her figure. Then she slipped her boots back on and paced the room for a bit. 

She decided that she was fairly hungry and Jake was obviously too busy for her, so she grabbed a sandwich from the fridge and ate it hungrily. Then she drank some water and looked around the room. The only thing of even remote interest was a small carving of a bunch of grapes above the locked door, carefully incised into the stone. A banner was cut just below the grapes like some bizarre parody of a heraldic crest, but the phrase there was obscured and unreadable. She shook her head. What the hell was she supposed to do here? 

Now seemed like as good a time as any to snoop around, she figured. Looking at a bookshelf in the corner stacked neatly with books, Callie noticed that all them were smut or sexually instructional. Something between amusement and disgust flashed across her face. 

Then she walked over to the small wide screen TV on the wall and searched the room for a remote, which she found partly hidden under the bed for some reason. Hitting the ON button only brought static, but she noticed a small cabinet below the TV. Opening it, she found a DVD player, and a bunch of porno flicks. "Of course," Callie said aloud as if she should have known better. She shut the cabinet and turned the TV back off, throwing the remote on her bed. 

Then Callie walked over to the other side of the bed, and sat on the corner next to the nightstand where she pulled open a wooden drawer. 

"Jesus, this room has more stuff in it than an adult store," Callie said shaking her head in disbelief. The drawer was stuffed with a large red dildo, a trio of vibrators, some kind of lubricant, a bunch of condoms ranging in various sizes, a couple pairs of handcuffs, and various other sexual objects and toys scattered throughout the drawer. Callie closed it, and got up, deciding that she'd seen enough and really didn't care to look at what else was hidden in the rest of the drawer or in the one below it. 




A Tied That Binds Pt. 03



Instead, she headed into the bathroom where Callie opened the cabinets in there. At least everything in here seemed to be bathroom related and usable. There were extra bars of soap, shampoo bottles, extra towels, tampons, toilet paper, Band-Aids, and other odds and ends that most people kept in a bathroom. 

"Shit," Callie exclaimed suddenly as she moved too quickly and felt pain shooting up her bruised back. Looking in the full-length mirror she lifted her shirt up and turned her back to the mirror so as to look at the bruise, then as her eyes traveled up further to look again at her battered face, which revealed her eye to be a little less swollen then before, though just as black and blue. 

There was movement, a shadow in the mirror drawing her eyes beyond her reflection into the depths of the mirror and the unknown behind her. Callie's eyes made contact with a man standing framed in the bathroom doorway, and it wasn't Jake.

**********  

Taking in his appearance, Callie noticed that he had an unmistakable air of danger about him. He was Jake's height or perhaps an inch shorter, though he must have been about 6'2. His eyes were a storm cloud gray color, and his hair was brown. It was just as messy and intriguing as Jake's, as it seemed to naturally stick up and out in places that most guys styled their hair for hours to achieve. His nose had a small crook to it as though it had been broken. He had a scar through his eyebrow, a light layer of stubble, and somewhat hooded eyebrows giving him a bit of a rugged look. However, his gray eyes were framed with full thick lashes that took away from some of his intensity, and gave him an almost pretty look. Overall, he had the face of a celebrity or a model at the very least. The guy was also stylishly dressed with a leather jacket, blue jeans and a nice shirt. While the jacket added a bit of width to his shoulders, they were clearly not as broad as Jake's. 

As Callie assessed him, he stood there propped against the bathroom doorframe smiling at her with all the air of someone who was extremely comfortable. 

"I must say, Callie, that color blue is amazing with your eyes. You do look spectacular," he said gesturing to the blue button-up shirt she had thrown on. 

Callie noticed she had been holding her breath the whole time and slowly released it trying to calm her racing heart. However, she chose not to speak to this man, as she had absolutely no clue as to who he was.

He seemed to read her thoughts however, and said, "Silly me, I forgot my manners. Last time we met, you were sedated and being put in the front seat of my brother's car." He pushed away from the wall and held out his hand for a handshake. "I'm Kade." 

Callie tried to keep calm, and hide the fear and panic now rising up inside of her. Touching him seemed to be the wrong thing to do. The panic, however, served her as an anodyne; the pain faded and her mind sharpened. She counterattacked. 

"Where's Bridgett?" Callie asked with a touch of asperity in her voice.



Kade smiled sweetly at her in such a way that allowed him to flash his puppy dog eyes at her and said, "Well Callie, she's still here, but I wouldn't recommend seeing her at the moment. She's not looking her best, to be honest."  

Callie felt a wave of nausea overtake her at the calmness with which Kade had said this. Jesus, the guy must be a sociopath He seemed to be void of all emotion, except anger. She could feel it boiling just under the surface as if it was waiting to bubble out of his pores and unleash itself on her.

Still smiling at her calmly, Kade tried to read her thoughts. He had seen the fear flash into her face, which was a reaction he was well accustomed to, but he couldn't quite put his finger on the meaning of the expression she was wearing now. He had come in her room with the full intent of breaking her in as his father instructed him to, but something was holding him back. 

Perhaps it was the novelty of her in general. All the women here, aside from the old whore Holly, were women who fit a certain profile, and had particular personalities. Callie was one of those girls that would have never given him a second look. 

Unlike other girls who would never have given him a second glance, though, Kade didn't think Callie would have waltzed by with her nose in the air, acting superior to him. She was...unusual. New. 

Kade could hardly believe the next thing he said, "I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk around the grounds with me?"

Whatever Callie had been expecting, it certainly wasn't that. Kade had completely thrown her off guard; he could tell by the bewildered look she was giving him. She was adorable and Kade was thoroughly pleased with how this whole thing was turning out. 

Kade strode over to the door and opened it for her as Callie watched in amazement. Was he playing with her? She didn't know. This wasn't the Kade that Jake had described, but Jake wasn't here and she didn't even know if she'd ever see him again. Deciding that it would be unwise to take any more time in deciding, Callie headed out of the door, and into the brightly lit stone hallway that Jake had been framed in the previous night. 

All along the hall, Call could see more heavy doors like hers and could only assume that the other women inhabited them. She wondered which door Bridgett was behind as she followed Kade, who was now leading the way past the doors and up a stone staircase. Callie could tell that even though Kade was in the lead he was watching her actions very carefully out of the corner of his eye, as if waiting for her to try to attack him or escape. 

The stairs leading upward seemed to go on forever, but after several minutes of steady climbing, they came to a heavy steel door with a keypad lock. Kade shifted his body to block Callie's view of the keypad and punched in a six digit code. The door then hissed and slowly creaked open into a grand looking room that seemed to be some type of library. Kade ushered Callie through the door and slid it closed again.

Turning to look as the door closed behind her, she noticed that this side of it was a bookshelf that slid back into place and blended in perfectly with the other shelves. What the hell? Were they in a Sherlock Holmes' book or something? 

Without speaking, Callie followed Kade as he walked the length of the room and opened a door on the other side of it. Callie now found herself in a massive looking front room with high ceilings. Doors littered the left, right, and back of the room, along with several animal heads that took up most of the wall space. The room was clearly masculine, and a bit cold with dark hardwood floors and a long dark staircase in the middle of the room that led up to a floor above, which Callie could not see. The lighting along with the color scheme was both dark and foreboding and although Callie had no doubt that she was in a grand mansion, she couldn't help it as a chill ran down her spine looking at the ominous décor. 

"This way," Kade instructed, speaking for the first time since leaving her room. Callie turned around and noticed the only door on the front side of the wall. She hadn't seen it before, but this was no doubt the door that led outside the mansion. Callie followed as Kade opened it, and together they stepped outside. It must have been some time in the afternoon, but the sun was still shining brightly which helped to warm what would have otherwise been a chilly fall day. 

Callie took in the landscape around her. She could make a break for it, but then what? Could she really outrun Kade? It seemed as if they were enclosed in thick trees and were somewhere deep in a wooded area, without any indication of where they were. Due to her sedation, she had no idea how far she had traveled. There were, of course, the mountains and national forests on the western slopes of North Carolina, not far from the Tennessee border, but had she been unconscious long enough to make that kind of trip? Had they headed north into Virginia?

More to the point, could she survive in this terrain by herself? If she could get away and find civilization, Callie could expose this place and help the other women. If she could get away. 

It was clear, however, that few women ever exited those dungeon cells. She had made it this far. The rest of the women needed her help. She had to try. 

Callie waited for the perfect opening. 

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Callie registered that Kade had been talking to her. She had no idea what he had said, since her mind was fixed on finding the best escape route. Just then, Kade turned away, gesturing to something, and Callie realized the situation was in her grasp. When he turned back toward her, he would be off-balance. 

He turned.

Mustering all the power and courage she could, Callie pulled her fist back and punched Kade as hard as she could before he knew what was happening, and then took off for the shelter of the woods. She didn't look back to see how the blow had affected Kade, but she hoped it was sufficient to the point that she could disappear. Callie did however, curse herself for deciding to wear her high heeled boots again; they were going to be a nightmare in the woods. 

Her boots however, were the least of her worries. She had barely gained the edge of the woods, two hundred feet away, before she was sent crashing once more to earth. A small brook trickled past her a few feet away from her nose as the air was forced from her lungs by a large form landing atop her. The pain in her body flared anew.

'Shit Callie, that was stupid,' she thought as she looked up into the murderous expression twisting Kade's face.   

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