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FOUR
Things slipped into a mundane routine for Emma, and, as the week flew by, she slipped into the habit of simply thinking of nothing nut escaping. True, she had not been forced to sexually submit to him since Gerard and Mikey, but she did not like being labeled a slave, a subhuman… She was no tool of pleasure and cleaning, but a unique individual with a promising prospect of the world, despite her past and current predicament. She scoured the floors, mind whirring as she thought of running out the back door and into the woods, running to a glorious place where she would forever be protected from her demons. Emma found herself oftentimes gazing longingly out the windows, her small, pale hand pressing against the cool glass as thick, pearly tears silently fell down her cheeks. Apparitions of her mother and brother smiling at her wistfully and serenely would form as she stared at the outside world sorrowfully.
She hadn’t known, but Bob noticed her melancholy attitude, but no sympathy stirred within him. No, Bob was rather angry by the situation. He owned her, she was his, and she should not have been shirking her duties to simply look out a window with the appearance of a lost and saddened child. On the eighth day after the escapade in the bedroom, he furiously phoned his friend again, irritated.
"Yes, Bryar?" Gerard sounded impatient and, though the sound was muffled, Bob distinctly heard him say, "Mikey, I think he's had enough. Put the whip away."
"It didn't work, Way!" Bob thundered down the line. Two towns over, Gerard winced, holding the received away from him slightly. He glanced at Mikey, was mutedly but sourly coiling up his leather whip as Frank whimpered from his corner in the basement, back bleeding slightly from the lacerations.
"What didn't work?" Despite his small fear for the larger man, Gerard always kept his cool and remained in control. Frank knew that better than anyone, and, if it had to be so, Emma would too.
"Your little lesson. The pain and pleasure? Absolute bullshit. She's still moping around."
"Really? Well, aren't you lucky that I never run out of ideas?" Gerard smirked as his recent fantasy tantalizingly swam to the surface of his mind. His hand grabbed Frank's wrist, dragging the poor boy in front of him as he wordlessly pointed to his crotch. Humiliated, blushing in fierce shame, Frank complied to his Master's unspoken request. His teeth dragged down the zipper and a few moments passed before he was suckling the hard member, his Master's fingers twisting harshly in his hair, cruelly pinching his scalp. He whimpered, but the sound wasn't heard, for it was stifled by Gerard's erection.
"Will this one actually work?" Bob sounded skeptical, but excited.
"But of course," Gerard said smoothly, fighting back the moans he was dying to release. He lifted some pressure from his slave's head, nodding his approval as the boy's lips tightly puckered around his blushing flesh. "Harder," he hissed at the boy, thrusting his hips forward and watching as the boy choked slightly, trying desperately to find a rhythm again. Frank sucked harder, tongue lapping the familiar ridges and swells as he went down over his Master.
"And what is this plan of yours?"
"Have her run, show her there's no where to run to, that even if she was free, we'll be there to drag her… back," Gerard explained, voice faltering as he came into Frank's mouth, sighing with the aftereffects of orgasm.
"Interesting… And what would you do when you found her? What's the prize for the winner?" Bob asked, smirking his now trademark smile.
"One, good, hard fuck with the girl. I've got a few fantasies I'm dying to try out," Gerard hissed down the line, moaning again as Frank scampered off, much to his discontentment. But, he mused happily; I can just punish him later. He chuckles as, back in the Bryar house, Bob mulled over Gerard's proposition.
"Alright, Way," Bob said slowly. "Half hour. Will you be bringing anything?"
"Possibly… only for my victory," Gerard said, chuckling evilly. Bob laughed with him, and they disconnected, both scrambling to prepare for what was about to go down.
*
Forty five minutes later, Emma found herself on the back patio, savoring the feel of the cool breeze of the wind gently caressing her pale face. She tilted her head upwards, standing next to Frank, who was softly smiling beside her. Gerard, Mikey, and Bob stood at a distance, smoking and observing the two slaves, none of the three noticing the chemistry forming between the two captured souls as they gazed at the Heavens. Bob stepped behind Emma and Frank, gripping both their arms tightly as Gerard strode casually over, Mikey flanking behind him, gazing menacingly at the two lower forms. Upon a hurried discussion struck up only minutes before in the kitchen, it was agreed Frank would, too, participate the consequential game. It had been Gerard's idea, arriving with a throbbing erection from his mental fantasies in the car ride over. And it was he who stepped up to explain the game to the confused slaves.
"You both have seven minutes to run as far as you can," Gerard drawled carelessly, flicking his cigarette butt beneath Bob's back porch. "This is your only chance at escape. But if, and when, we catch you, bear in mind you'll wish you hadn't accepted the offer." Emma gaped at him, awestruck. True, she had not ever ventured out in the backwoods, but the chance of escaping the fates awaiting her was so tempting, she was willing to risk it. Frank smirked inwardly; he knew those woods, though his Masters didn't know it. He knew the easiest way out, and the tallest trees nearby. He, too, ached for freedom and, like his pretty companion, was enticed by the offer.
"You ready?" Mikey said dauntingly, lips curling upwards as he watched the testy, impatient and hungry looks of the two slaves. He waited a few moments before checking his watch and quietly saying, "Go."
Frank and Emma took off, nimbly running deep into the forest, taking every twist and turn that presented itself, not daring to separate. Their breathing was ragged, their feet cut from the rocks and twigs, but they dared not stop. They needed as much distance between themselves and their Masters before time was up and the real chase began. Their legs were quick in a steady rhythm as the distance between them and the dreaded cottage rapidly increased. Emma counted quickly in her mind, halting their progress as she reached a reasonably assessment of the end of their seven minutes.
"You…were…right," she panted. "I…don't…know…them." She struggled to regain her breath and Frank shook his head sadly.
"No one does," he breathed, voice hoarse and raspy. "But we can't stop now. Climb the tree… as high as we can go. We haven't any time to lose!" Emma nodded, trying to quiet her gasps for breath, as Frank helped her reach the lower branches. She hauled him up with surprising strength, her adrenaline her motivator, and they scurried up the tree, climbing up higher and higher, till they reached the top of the surprisingly tall maple, shrouded by the leaves. They remained stationary, glancing at each other, countenances afraid of the punishments for being found. Frank gripped Emma's sweaty hand in his own, and she drew courage from his warm hold. They were in the same boat, and they needed each other to survive this game and even more of what would come. She squirmed closer, her fear evident in the emerald orbs that had captivated Frank from the beginning. It was the softness, the understanding, and everything in-between that shown whenever her gaze was fixated on him, and it all made his insides squirm pleasantly in a way no Master of his had ever made him feel before. The sound of footsteps echoed through the wood and Emma clung tighter to Frank, hardly daring to draw a much needed breath.
Below them, Bob's baby blues swept the thicket of trees and listened, straining with the effort to hear anything. But his efforts remained futile; he heard nothing but his own labored breath and the sweet tweets of the birds' overhead. He huffed angrily, hurrying through the thick trees and cursing the brambles and Gerard. He'd expected to find Emma quickly (perhaps not Frank who had more experience in these woods) but he'd been out for roughly fifteen minutes and there wasn't any sight of her or Frank. Judging from the fact that his cell phone remained silent, he supposed Gerard and Mikey's hunt had been as disappointing thus far as his. He snorted in his anger. Gerard. Though a mastermind in all things dominant, his mistakes tended to outweigh his triumphs, and those were the mistakes they could never afford. Bob pushed through nettles and boughs longing to scratch him, mind darkening with curses as he looked for the elusive slaves.
To the far west of Emma and Frank's perch, Mikey sniffed deeply, his senses on alert. He could not catch scent of Frank (who always had a distinctive smell of vanilla and sex) and Emma, who radiated innocence and the faintest whiff of peaches, was nowhere nearby either. He ran a long-fingered hand through his already tousled chocolate locks, tangling his spider-like fingers inside and stomping his frustration. He pranced onward; crunching through the clearing he'd found himself in and searching for something that wasn't there. To his immediate right, Gerard was worriedly doing the same. He'd expected the search to be over by now, and anticipated himself fucking Emma senselessly into the gnarled oak tree only a few twisting paces away from the entrance of the wood. They had slipped out of reach and he roared suddenly in frustration, desperate to find them. Suppose they actually got away? He couldn't bear the thought knowing it was he who inadvertently set them free. He glared at the horizon, mouth set in determination. They had hours until sunset, but again, had the slaves escaped them cleverly? They were subhuman, vehicles of pleasure and service only. They weren't able to comprehend escape routes in dire situations, which had led to their faulty capture and later "unjust" servitude.
"They're gone, Gee," Mikey said, the realization crashing like a tidal wave. He glanced up at his older brother, whose spine had stiffened at his words. Mikey knew it could be disproved, but in his gut, he could feel Frank and Emma had outwitted them by their own game.
"We'll find them," Gerard said curtly, though he too knew they wouldn't. He felt a stabbing sensation and a slow draining. He had been foolish to offer such a deal, to assume in his arrogance they would find them. He hated to admit it, but it was exclusively his fault for losing them, and if they lost everything because of it, it was on his head. He gripped a handful of soft, inky hair and shouted incoherently. Furiously, he faced his brother and, seeing the wisdom portrayed in his brother's expression, let his shoulders sag and the helplessness wash over him. He was no longer in control and his one mistake and spun them out of the realms of sanctity, but one of possible imprisonment. So many things could go wrong with the slaves gone and Gerard felt the weight of the burden weighing down on him as he silently pleaded with his brother for help Mikey couldn't ever provide. Numbly, Gerard realized what he had to do. His hand reached for his phone and he didn't think as he dialed Bob's number.
"Bob?" Gerard said, voice small and quiet now, the opposite of his forceful and clever manner only an hour before.
"You found them?" Bob's voice was hopeful, relieved; happy to hear they'd been found, even though he wouldn't be the ones to inflict the message in either slave. But he could feel a nagging sense of dread, seeming to already know what the call was really for.
"No… Bob, I'm sure we aren't going to find them…" His voice faltered again towards the end, but not from the pleasure of release, but the pain of the truth. He waited with fear in his heart as the voice on the other end was silent, but he heard the roar without the help of his phone. It rattled the trees nearby even they, who were roughly a three hundred meters away, and Gerard felt himself quake as his brother steeled himself.
"They're gone?" Bob yelled into the phone, voice seeming to magnify a hundred decibels in his rage.
"Yes," Gerard whispered.
"My house… Now," Bob barked, slamming his phone shut and storming off. In their safe perch, Frank and Emma watched, sharing happy glances as Bob disappeared. They waited a few minutes before scampering down the tree and running through, Emma following Frank, weaving around in odd lines in the centre of the woods.
"I've got a friend who can help us out for a bit," Frank said, leading her to the railroad tracks hidden by." He doesn't live all that far from here, but hasn't heard from me for a while, so it'll be difficult to explain." He took a glance at her. She was dressed in a large black T-shirt and a pair of shorts Bob had graciously allowed her to wear in the woods. Frank wore his jeans and T-shirt, a saving grace for the welts still stinging on his back. Neither wore shoes, but that was beside the point. What little they had was a miracle and, standing on those tracks, both felt the light of glorious hope settle within them, leading them to a hopefully better future… What they didn't know was the clock was ticking and friends were foes, and plans were being made to drag them back; not for lusty needs but the desperation to keep secrets no Master wanted spilt… Tick, tock, tick, tock went the clock, and the two were in a game of stealth and stalk… And they were the last to know…
Well, it's been quite a bit, but I've been so BUSY and so many things are going on and I'm super stressed. But I hope you like this. Emma and Frank, though low in price, are actually quite valuable because they some very important things, but don't even know what those things are. The Masters have a past about to be revealed and you will soon realize why they need the slaves back immediatly. I know it seems like I'm hopping around, but this will make sense as the story progresses. It isn't going to be terribly long... actually, I don't know that, but I'm feeling it's going to be fifteen chapters, at least. Maybe. I don't quite know. But anyway, chapters five and six are crucial as we delve into both the Master and slave's pasts, and learn some important things. May take a while to post, and I apologize. Anyway, IMM has been removed. I'M SORRY!DON'T SHOOT! But I decided I'd just post my fanfictions. I apologize if anyone's hopes were crushed, but... It was really out of my control. Anyway... R&R, lovelies. I have two green chapters and ten reviews and feel so very happy. :) xoxo Violet.
Things slipped into a mundane routine for Emma, and, as the week flew by, she slipped into the habit of simply thinking of nothing nut escaping. True, she had not been forced to sexually submit to him since Gerard and Mikey, but she did not like being labeled a slave, a subhuman… She was no tool of pleasure and cleaning, but a unique individual with a promising prospect of the world, despite her past and current predicament. She scoured the floors, mind whirring as she thought of running out the back door and into the woods, running to a glorious place where she would forever be protected from her demons. Emma found herself oftentimes gazing longingly out the windows, her small, pale hand pressing against the cool glass as thick, pearly tears silently fell down her cheeks. Apparitions of her mother and brother smiling at her wistfully and serenely would form as she stared at the outside world sorrowfully.
She hadn’t known, but Bob noticed her melancholy attitude, but no sympathy stirred within him. No, Bob was rather angry by the situation. He owned her, she was his, and she should not have been shirking her duties to simply look out a window with the appearance of a lost and saddened child. On the eighth day after the escapade in the bedroom, he furiously phoned his friend again, irritated.
"Yes, Bryar?" Gerard sounded impatient and, though the sound was muffled, Bob distinctly heard him say, "Mikey, I think he's had enough. Put the whip away."
"It didn't work, Way!" Bob thundered down the line. Two towns over, Gerard winced, holding the received away from him slightly. He glanced at Mikey, was mutedly but sourly coiling up his leather whip as Frank whimpered from his corner in the basement, back bleeding slightly from the lacerations.
"What didn't work?" Despite his small fear for the larger man, Gerard always kept his cool and remained in control. Frank knew that better than anyone, and, if it had to be so, Emma would too.
"Your little lesson. The pain and pleasure? Absolute bullshit. She's still moping around."
"Really? Well, aren't you lucky that I never run out of ideas?" Gerard smirked as his recent fantasy tantalizingly swam to the surface of his mind. His hand grabbed Frank's wrist, dragging the poor boy in front of him as he wordlessly pointed to his crotch. Humiliated, blushing in fierce shame, Frank complied to his Master's unspoken request. His teeth dragged down the zipper and a few moments passed before he was suckling the hard member, his Master's fingers twisting harshly in his hair, cruelly pinching his scalp. He whimpered, but the sound wasn't heard, for it was stifled by Gerard's erection.
"Will this one actually work?" Bob sounded skeptical, but excited.
"But of course," Gerard said smoothly, fighting back the moans he was dying to release. He lifted some pressure from his slave's head, nodding his approval as the boy's lips tightly puckered around his blushing flesh. "Harder," he hissed at the boy, thrusting his hips forward and watching as the boy choked slightly, trying desperately to find a rhythm again. Frank sucked harder, tongue lapping the familiar ridges and swells as he went down over his Master.
"And what is this plan of yours?"
"Have her run, show her there's no where to run to, that even if she was free, we'll be there to drag her… back," Gerard explained, voice faltering as he came into Frank's mouth, sighing with the aftereffects of orgasm.
"Interesting… And what would you do when you found her? What's the prize for the winner?" Bob asked, smirking his now trademark smile.
"One, good, hard fuck with the girl. I've got a few fantasies I'm dying to try out," Gerard hissed down the line, moaning again as Frank scampered off, much to his discontentment. But, he mused happily; I can just punish him later. He chuckles as, back in the Bryar house, Bob mulled over Gerard's proposition.
"Alright, Way," Bob said slowly. "Half hour. Will you be bringing anything?"
"Possibly… only for my victory," Gerard said, chuckling evilly. Bob laughed with him, and they disconnected, both scrambling to prepare for what was about to go down.
*
Forty five minutes later, Emma found herself on the back patio, savoring the feel of the cool breeze of the wind gently caressing her pale face. She tilted her head upwards, standing next to Frank, who was softly smiling beside her. Gerard, Mikey, and Bob stood at a distance, smoking and observing the two slaves, none of the three noticing the chemistry forming between the two captured souls as they gazed at the Heavens. Bob stepped behind Emma and Frank, gripping both their arms tightly as Gerard strode casually over, Mikey flanking behind him, gazing menacingly at the two lower forms. Upon a hurried discussion struck up only minutes before in the kitchen, it was agreed Frank would, too, participate the consequential game. It had been Gerard's idea, arriving with a throbbing erection from his mental fantasies in the car ride over. And it was he who stepped up to explain the game to the confused slaves.
"You both have seven minutes to run as far as you can," Gerard drawled carelessly, flicking his cigarette butt beneath Bob's back porch. "This is your only chance at escape. But if, and when, we catch you, bear in mind you'll wish you hadn't accepted the offer." Emma gaped at him, awestruck. True, she had not ever ventured out in the backwoods, but the chance of escaping the fates awaiting her was so tempting, she was willing to risk it. Frank smirked inwardly; he knew those woods, though his Masters didn't know it. He knew the easiest way out, and the tallest trees nearby. He, too, ached for freedom and, like his pretty companion, was enticed by the offer.
"You ready?" Mikey said dauntingly, lips curling upwards as he watched the testy, impatient and hungry looks of the two slaves. He waited a few moments before checking his watch and quietly saying, "Go."
Frank and Emma took off, nimbly running deep into the forest, taking every twist and turn that presented itself, not daring to separate. Their breathing was ragged, their feet cut from the rocks and twigs, but they dared not stop. They needed as much distance between themselves and their Masters before time was up and the real chase began. Their legs were quick in a steady rhythm as the distance between them and the dreaded cottage rapidly increased. Emma counted quickly in her mind, halting their progress as she reached a reasonably assessment of the end of their seven minutes.
"You…were…right," she panted. "I…don't…know…them." She struggled to regain her breath and Frank shook his head sadly.
"No one does," he breathed, voice hoarse and raspy. "But we can't stop now. Climb the tree… as high as we can go. We haven't any time to lose!" Emma nodded, trying to quiet her gasps for breath, as Frank helped her reach the lower branches. She hauled him up with surprising strength, her adrenaline her motivator, and they scurried up the tree, climbing up higher and higher, till they reached the top of the surprisingly tall maple, shrouded by the leaves. They remained stationary, glancing at each other, countenances afraid of the punishments for being found. Frank gripped Emma's sweaty hand in his own, and she drew courage from his warm hold. They were in the same boat, and they needed each other to survive this game and even more of what would come. She squirmed closer, her fear evident in the emerald orbs that had captivated Frank from the beginning. It was the softness, the understanding, and everything in-between that shown whenever her gaze was fixated on him, and it all made his insides squirm pleasantly in a way no Master of his had ever made him feel before. The sound of footsteps echoed through the wood and Emma clung tighter to Frank, hardly daring to draw a much needed breath.
Below them, Bob's baby blues swept the thicket of trees and listened, straining with the effort to hear anything. But his efforts remained futile; he heard nothing but his own labored breath and the sweet tweets of the birds' overhead. He huffed angrily, hurrying through the thick trees and cursing the brambles and Gerard. He'd expected to find Emma quickly (perhaps not Frank who had more experience in these woods) but he'd been out for roughly fifteen minutes and there wasn't any sight of her or Frank. Judging from the fact that his cell phone remained silent, he supposed Gerard and Mikey's hunt had been as disappointing thus far as his. He snorted in his anger. Gerard. Though a mastermind in all things dominant, his mistakes tended to outweigh his triumphs, and those were the mistakes they could never afford. Bob pushed through nettles and boughs longing to scratch him, mind darkening with curses as he looked for the elusive slaves.
To the far west of Emma and Frank's perch, Mikey sniffed deeply, his senses on alert. He could not catch scent of Frank (who always had a distinctive smell of vanilla and sex) and Emma, who radiated innocence and the faintest whiff of peaches, was nowhere nearby either. He ran a long-fingered hand through his already tousled chocolate locks, tangling his spider-like fingers inside and stomping his frustration. He pranced onward; crunching through the clearing he'd found himself in and searching for something that wasn't there. To his immediate right, Gerard was worriedly doing the same. He'd expected the search to be over by now, and anticipated himself fucking Emma senselessly into the gnarled oak tree only a few twisting paces away from the entrance of the wood. They had slipped out of reach and he roared suddenly in frustration, desperate to find them. Suppose they actually got away? He couldn't bear the thought knowing it was he who inadvertently set them free. He glared at the horizon, mouth set in determination. They had hours until sunset, but again, had the slaves escaped them cleverly? They were subhuman, vehicles of pleasure and service only. They weren't able to comprehend escape routes in dire situations, which had led to their faulty capture and later "unjust" servitude.
"They're gone, Gee," Mikey said, the realization crashing like a tidal wave. He glanced up at his older brother, whose spine had stiffened at his words. Mikey knew it could be disproved, but in his gut, he could feel Frank and Emma had outwitted them by their own game.
"We'll find them," Gerard said curtly, though he too knew they wouldn't. He felt a stabbing sensation and a slow draining. He had been foolish to offer such a deal, to assume in his arrogance they would find them. He hated to admit it, but it was exclusively his fault for losing them, and if they lost everything because of it, it was on his head. He gripped a handful of soft, inky hair and shouted incoherently. Furiously, he faced his brother and, seeing the wisdom portrayed in his brother's expression, let his shoulders sag and the helplessness wash over him. He was no longer in control and his one mistake and spun them out of the realms of sanctity, but one of possible imprisonment. So many things could go wrong with the slaves gone and Gerard felt the weight of the burden weighing down on him as he silently pleaded with his brother for help Mikey couldn't ever provide. Numbly, Gerard realized what he had to do. His hand reached for his phone and he didn't think as he dialed Bob's number.
"Bob?" Gerard said, voice small and quiet now, the opposite of his forceful and clever manner only an hour before.
"You found them?" Bob's voice was hopeful, relieved; happy to hear they'd been found, even though he wouldn't be the ones to inflict the message in either slave. But he could feel a nagging sense of dread, seeming to already know what the call was really for.
"No… Bob, I'm sure we aren't going to find them…" His voice faltered again towards the end, but not from the pleasure of release, but the pain of the truth. He waited with fear in his heart as the voice on the other end was silent, but he heard the roar without the help of his phone. It rattled the trees nearby even they, who were roughly a three hundred meters away, and Gerard felt himself quake as his brother steeled himself.
"They're gone?" Bob yelled into the phone, voice seeming to magnify a hundred decibels in his rage.
"Yes," Gerard whispered.
"My house… Now," Bob barked, slamming his phone shut and storming off. In their safe perch, Frank and Emma watched, sharing happy glances as Bob disappeared. They waited a few minutes before scampering down the tree and running through, Emma following Frank, weaving around in odd lines in the centre of the woods.
"I've got a friend who can help us out for a bit," Frank said, leading her to the railroad tracks hidden by." He doesn't live all that far from here, but hasn't heard from me for a while, so it'll be difficult to explain." He took a glance at her. She was dressed in a large black T-shirt and a pair of shorts Bob had graciously allowed her to wear in the woods. Frank wore his jeans and T-shirt, a saving grace for the welts still stinging on his back. Neither wore shoes, but that was beside the point. What little they had was a miracle and, standing on those tracks, both felt the light of glorious hope settle within them, leading them to a hopefully better future… What they didn't know was the clock was ticking and friends were foes, and plans were being made to drag them back; not for lusty needs but the desperation to keep secrets no Master wanted spilt… Tick, tock, tick, tock went the clock, and the two were in a game of stealth and stalk… And they were the last to know…
Well, it's been quite a bit, but I've been so BUSY and so many things are going on and I'm super stressed. But I hope you like this. Emma and Frank, though low in price, are actually quite valuable because they some very important things, but don't even know what those things are. The Masters have a past about to be revealed and you will soon realize why they need the slaves back immediatly. I know it seems like I'm hopping around, but this will make sense as the story progresses. It isn't going to be terribly long... actually, I don't know that, but I'm feeling it's going to be fifteen chapters, at least. Maybe. I don't quite know. But anyway, chapters five and six are crucial as we delve into both the Master and slave's pasts, and learn some important things. May take a while to post, and I apologize. Anyway, IMM has been removed. I'M SORRY!DON'T SHOOT! But I decided I'd just post my fanfictions. I apologize if anyone's hopes were crushed, but... It was really out of my control. Anyway... R&R, lovelies. I have two green chapters and ten reviews and feel so very happy. :) xoxo Violet.
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