I stared at the scene below. The rocket lay on its side, the front tip mere inches from the cave wall, the slightly wider base with its multi-booster canisters at the opposite end of the room.
I had never seen a rocket close up before. I was fascinated by its size and repulsed at the thought of its possible uses.
Turning then, I stared at Milesâ profile. He watched the proceedings below in an intense interested manner. His eyes carefully surveyed the entire scene, watching each man work.
His hand tightened around mind. âWell Bess, what do you think of all this?â
âWhatâs it for Miles? What are you going to do with that rocket?â
An agonised scream rang out. Miles cursed under his breath. I followed the direction of his gaze. Horrified, I watched as the whip struck, leaving skin torn on the back of a man strapped spread-eagled on a vertical triangle. The fourth landed on the bloodied body, criss-crossing the others. He screamed, writing in pain.
âMartin? Oh my God! Martin!â I pulled my hand from Milesâ grip, then ran down the narrow stairway and raced across the chaotic cave floor to him. Two guards stepped in front barring my way. As I tried to push through them, they grabbed my arms pinning them behind my body.
âLet me go!â At my anguished scream, Martin turned his head.
âBess. Bess is that you?â
âYes Martin. Itâs me.â
âDonât worry Bess. It looks worse than it feels.â His tiny smile was short-lived as the whip landed again. All that escaped Martin was a groan followed by laboured breathing that hissed from his body.
My scream bounced off the walls. I hadnât seen Miles arrive at my side, but his hard slap to my face left me in no doubt he was seriously angry.
âTie her.â His curt order yielded instant results.
I struggled as one guard held me while the other bound my hands. The tie cut into the skin around my wrists but the blood oozing from Martinâs back overrode any pain I felt.
âWhy are you doing this to him? Whatâs Martin done that deserves this kind of punishment?â I demanded answers from him.
Martin answered before Miles could speak. âI pissed him off a bit Bess.â I think he laughed then, but the whip landed and the odd gurgle sounded more like a pained moan.
âHe caught me while you were swimming and washing yesterday. He knocked me out then dragged me here. He wasnât happy when I let him know his precious secret would be common knowledge soon.â
The whip landed again. Martin grunted.
âShut him up,â Miles growled.
âItâs too late Miles. Theyâll be here soon no matter what you do to me.â
âGag him now!â Miles demanded. A guard leapt forward tying a filthy piece of material around Martinâs mouth. His eyes glittered with hatred as the whip split his skin again.
âAre you insane?â I screamed at Miles.
âHell yes.â His sneering laugh chilled me to the bone. âBut Iâm alive, and Iâll still be alive in ten years time unlike the majority of the worldâs population.â He ran one fingertip along my jawbone, then traced my lower lip. âIf you play your cards right Bess, youâll still be alive too.â Repulsed at his touch I bit his finger hard.
âYou bitch! Youâll pay for that! Give him another twenty!â He barked out the order to the whipper.
âNo! Punish me! Not Martin! Me! He didnât do anything. Oh Martin, Iâm so sorry. I didnât meanâŠâ The whip landed but the grunt never came. Martin had passed out.
Disgusted, Miles snorted and walked away. The guard shoved me forward. I followed, my mind spinning back to Martinâs words. Heâd said âtheyâdâ be here soon. I wondered who he meant. Before I could think the thought through, I found myself pushed into a room foreign to the stinking hot barrenness of the cave rooms.
I stood gaping until the guard shoved me further into the room. The silence was incredible as he shut the doors. It was painful after so much noise.
âWelcome to my home,â Miles smiled as he walked across plush cream carpet to the drinks cabinet. He poured himself a whiskey and stood contemplating the contents of the glass.
I was too stunned to utter a word. The room was fantastic. The instant temperature drop had me shivering as my sweat soaked body cooled rapidly. An enormous tropical fish tank stretched the length of one wall. The pump inside was the only other noise in the room. Dozens of bright coloured fish gently glided through the rocks and plant-life. It was odd to feel the beginning stage of relaxation.
âWill you untie me?â I asked, our eyes meeting over the wet rim of his glass.
âYou realise thereâs no point running, no point tying to leave me, donât you?â He sipped his whiskey.
âYes I realise that.â I figured Iâd be able to escape at some point, but itâd be easier if I complied with the madmanâs wishes for the moment.
A slight nod and the guard cut the tie with his knife.
âYou stink. The shower is through there, use it.â
I bit my tongue hard to stop from making a smart comment back at him. It was anger that brought the hot flush to my face. The guard pushed me across the room through a door. He pulled it shut behind me.
I should have been getting used to surprises. But the bathroom threw me totally. Everything was gold and white. The taps were gold. I looked closely at them and knew them to be real gold, not imitation. The shower was placed in the far corner of the room. I stepped tentatively forward and turned on the single tap. There were no walls to the shower, simply a moveable attachment on the wall and a grate hole on the floor. Steam from the shower rose. Automatically a ceiling grate gently sucked the wet air out of the room.
Like the other room, the bathroom contained no windows. But the two walls adjoining with the shower were floor to ceiling mirrors. They must have been heated, as the steam did nothing to fog them up.
I took my clothes off. I did stink, and although the clothes had been recently given to me, they stunk too. I placed them in a pile and walked barefoot to the shower. The hot water pelted down on my body. A dispenser placed on a shelf oozed a measured amount of green shampoo into my palm. Grateful at last to wash my hair properly, I almost moaned in pure pleasure as my hands massaged the shampoo against my head.
I thought I heard the door open and close, but when I turned to look there was nothing amiss. I held my head under the sprinkling water, letting the shampoo rinse right out. The swirl of bubbly water at my feet still looked filthy, so I repeated the shampooing. Rinsing out the shampoo, I followed with conditioner. The smell of fresh apples encouraged my stomach to grumble loudly. What I would give for an apple right now.
Blocking the thought of food from my mind, I held the soap against my body sliding it down slowly. I opened my eyes, my wet hair plastered against my head, my eyes wide and staring as I watched the soap glide over my skin. I lathered every inch of skin, until it shone pink in the mirror and then washed all over again just for the pure pleasure of being able to watch my hands in the mirrors.
As the soap slid over my heavy breasts, my nipples hardened. I used a little more shampoo, washing my pussy with it. Apple scent wafted around the room. My fingers moved gently between my legs, I bit my lower lip as I slipped one fingertip inside. It felt so good that I dropped the soap, slid to the floor of the shower area, then watched with fascination in the mirror as both hands brought my body to orgasm. The pink flush that covered my body was not due to the heat of the water but solely to the most beautiful orgasm Iâd ever had. Watching my own hands as they played, stroked and then rubbed against my body, was a unique experience for me. My arousal had begun with the soap slipping across hardened nipples, and ended with one finger deep inside my body.
I relaxed, enjoying the feel of the water as it pelted from high above me, landing on my body. Closing my eyes, I gave myself up to simply feeling the peace surround me. I wondered what it would be like to have another person showering in such a huge room with me. I wondered what it would be like to hold and rub the soap erotically against their body, to lean forward at will and flick my tongue over their nipple⊠as I wished someone would do to mine.
My imagination shattered as teeth clamped down on one nipple. I hadnât heard him enter the room. But Miles was on the floor beside me, the only part of his body touching mine were his teeth holding my nipple.
âGet off!â
His answer was to tighten his grip on my nipple. Pain sliced through my body.
âOuch! Get off me!â I raised my hand ready to smack him across the face. I screamed as his teeth bit harder. My hand dropped to the floor.
âThatâs better.â He spoke still with his mouth holding me. An electrical pulse zapped directly from my breast to my pussy as his tongue licked my nipple. His body was as wet as mine was. When his mouth closed over my nipple, I braced myself for the pain. Exquisite deliciousness filled me as he suckled. Instead of smacking him with my hand, I used it to hold his head against me.
Disappointment flooded me as his mouth moved away. Realisation struck quickly though as I felt his warm mouth moving lower, nuzzling between my breasts. His tongue flicked out, circling my belly button and moved lower. Such slowness taunted me. I knew where he was aiming; he took forever to arrive there. When he did, my moan was loud and left him in no doubt I enjoyed his ministrations. His tongue lapped my juices. When heâd cleaned them from me, he gently probed inside. The warm wet abrasion against my pussy lips had my hands holding his head pressing it against my body. He slipped his tongue out, licked upward and found my clitty. He played with her, stroking her with his tongue. She swelled under his attention. My body trembled and quickly he pushed his tongue deep inside. I came for him then. I heard him slurping and sucking my orgasm from me. My shuddering caused me to slip until I was lying on my back, his tongue still inside me, rhythmically moving in and out.
I couldnât stop the shuddering; I lay there with the water hitting my body revelling in the magic his mouth played.
When eventually he lifted off me and stood up, my eyes were glazed over. I had let another man touch the most intimate part of my body. I didnât loathe myself for it, nor did I loathe him.
âGet up.â Miles harsh voice ripped me back to reality.
I stood.
âLook what youâve done.â He let his own eyes drop briefly to his fully erect cock.