Like A House Of Cards

He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman

Chapter 16: Like a House of Cards

Emily's legs trembled as she walked out of the subway. Master had ordered her to go to the strip club where she worked and to wait for him there. She was powerless to resist Master's commands except... except she already had. She didn't know how, and Master seemed to be as surprised as she was. She didn't know if she could resist again. She didn't know if she wanted to. Over the past day the most important relationships in her life had imploded, and if she didn't go to Master she didn't know where else she would go.

When Emily walked up to The Crystal Palace, there were two police cars parked outside of the club. Her brain told her to run. Something was wrong, and if she walked through that door her whole life would collapse around her. Her legs slowed down, but she continued to walk towards the strip club.

Emily placed her hand on the door. Her hand trembled and she couldn't find the strength to pull it open. She placed her other hand on the door and pulled hard. The warm air and loud music inside felt like they would knock her over. She was sure she would collapse or throw up, but instead she stepped into the club.

"Hey Emily. You're not on the schedule tonight, and I think you'd rather be somewhere else right now," a tall, muscular man said, touching her gently on her arm.

"Thanks, Doug." Emily barely looked at the bouncer as she stumbled into the club. She wanted to listen to him. She wanted to turn and run. She felt the pull of Master's command and shuffled forward with small footsteps.

As the main room of the club came into view Emily saw four uniformed police officers standing by the bar. Two of them were talking with the bartender, and two were interviewing one of the other dancers off to the side.

Emily froze. Master had told her to wait for him in the club, and now that she was in the club she felt no further compulsion to go anywhere. Her hands trembled as she stood still, terrified to move forward and unable to retreat.

One of the officers turned from the bartender to look directly at her. He was skinny, with thick eyebrows over dark, squinted eyes. His face had been burned into her memory, and looking at it now she felt like she had seen a monster come to life. She didn't know how her legs held her up.

This was one of the officers who drove Emily and three other women into the woods on a cold February night and left them to die. Two of the women had fought back, and both of them were dead now. Emily had watched this officer shoot one of the women in the head as she lay helpless on the ground. Emily had barely escaped once, and now she couldn't even try to run.

The officer's face split into a cruel grin as he tapped his partner on the arm. His partner was short, with a shaved head and a wide nose. When the wide-nosed officer turned to face Emily the officer with the thick eyebrows said, "that's her. I'd recognize her anywhere."

Emily stood, trembling. She was frozen to the spot with fear as the wide-nosed officer approached her with a set of handcuffs in his hands.

*****

They drove north, leaving the city and traveling on the highway. Emily didn't ask why or where they were going.

The officers occasionally talked in low tones that Emily couldn't quite make out over the background noise. She didn't talk at all until she saw the sign welcoming them to New Hampshire.

"How did you find me?" Her voice was timid and threatened to catch in her throat.

The officer with the thick eyebrows turned in his seat. "How did we find you?!?" He fixed Emily with a withering stare. "Do you think you've been inconspicuous?

"You've got purple hair and tits the size of blimps. You don't think cops go in that club and see you on stage? You don't think word gets around? Me and the boys, we've been asking ourselves how it could have taken us so long to find you."

Emily flushed and turned to try to hide her face from the officer. She realized he was right. She was tall and thin, with large fake tits that dominated her narrow frame. She had flowing lavender hair and a tongue stud of a matching color. Her look was distinctive and memorable.

Emily remembered a week earlier when Helen, the other woman who had escaped with her, had found her at the strip club. Master sent Helen away before Emily could talk to her, and she had been wondering what the other woman wanted to talk to her about. She realized that she should have wondered how the other woman had found her. She should have realized how exposed she was.

Emily had thought that her ordeal was over, and she let herself stop worrying about the police officers who had kidnapped her. She felt foolish for relaxing. One of the officers had been seriously injured, possibly killed, in her escape, and she should have expected consequences.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Pull over right here," the officer with the thick eyebrows said to his partner.

They pulled over on the side of the road. The thick-eyebrowed officer got out and walked to the back of the car. Emily felt the trunk open and close, and a few seconds later the door next to her opened. The officer was holding a ball gag stretched between his hands.

"What I'm going to do is I'm going to make you shut the fuck up." He forced the gag into her mouth and fastened it behind her head, over her hair. "Then I'm going to take you back to our cabin so you can face justice for the officer you killed."

Emily shook her head. Tears started to run from her eyes. She tried to protest, but only incoherent mumbles came out around the ball that was forcing her jaw open.

*****

The car pulled up to a large manor home deep in the woods. To Emily it was a nightmare made real. She felt numb as the officers led her around the house and opened a set of bulkhead doors leading down into its cellar. A dim white light glowed up at her from the depths.

The cellar was expansive and filled with generations worth of things that had been cast aside and forgotten. Emily felt her stomach churn, wondering if she was going to be cast off and forgotten with them.

They led her to an area covered in straw and sawdust, with eight large dog crates in two rows of four. This time there were no other women in the crates. The overhead fluorescent lights buzzed and hummed. There were several tower heaters, but they were all turned off, and there was a chill in the air.

The thick-eyebrowed officer took a keyring off of its hook on the wall and used it to open the padlock on one of the cages.

"Wait, you're just going to leave her? Don't you want to have a little fun first?" his partner asked.

"You weren't at the last party, were you?" When the wide-nosed officer shook his head, the thick-eyebrowed officer continued, "she had about half of the cops run a train on her. And it's not like she was resisting, or even broken. She was begging for it. Loved every minute."

"Is that bad?"

The thick-eyebrowed officer shrugged. "I wouldn't fuck her with a stolen dick, but I guess it's your choice. Just don't come crying to me when your dick falls off." He left, and Emily was alone with the wide-nosed officer.

She tried to say something to him. Her only hope was that he was more reasonable than his partner. Her words came out as muted vowel-sounds through her gag.

"Save it, sweetheart." The officer pushed her down so she was bent over the open cage. She was wearing a tight gold-sequined miniskirt that laced up her right hip. He gave it two hard tugs and it fell down to her knees. A few seconds later she felt his cock rub against her pussy.

"You are just dripping wet, aren't you? I didn't expect you to want this so bad, but I guess it's just my lucky day." The officer pushed his cock all the way into her with one thrust.

Emily felt a small shame at how aroused she was. She couldn't help it - ever since she had met Master she was constantly turned on. If she was being honest, the memory of one officer after another fucking her in front of a whole room full of their peers had also turned her on.

With every thrust the officer pushed her into the thin bars of the cage. They dug into her hips and ribs and she lifted her torso to stop them from pressing too painfully into her tits. She was wearing a thin white crop top that didn't provide any protection to her sensitive skin.

The officer grabbed her by the handcuffs and used them for leverage. If anything it made the bars dig harder into her as he bottomed out with each grunting stroke. The cuffs bit sharply into her wrists. Emily wanted to lose herself to the sensation of being fucked hard and deep, to use it as a respite from her terror. The sharp pain made that impossible.

When the officer finished he pulled out and sprayed his cum on Emily's ass. He used his grip on her handcuffs to pull her off of the crate roughly. He threw her inside and locked it. His shoes made a quiet squeaking sound as he walked away. Emily heard the bulkhead doors shut like the lid on her tomb.

The straw scratched and itched on Emily's skin. Her jaw ached from the gag she had been wearing for hours. Her skirt was bunched awkwardly around her knees and she squirmed at the constricting feeling. The handcuffs stung where they pressed into the bones at her wrists. The cum drying on her ass felt sticky and uncomfortable.

On some level Emily was grateful for these sensations that distracted her from her thoughts about what would happen to her next.

*****

Emily lay on her side in the cage for a tense, silent eternity. She heard tires crunching on gravel from time to time. She started trying to count how many cars had arrived, but after six she felt it was pointless to keep track.

She didn't know how long she had been waiting when she heard the sound of a door creaking open and then heavy steps on stairs. A white-haired officer with a square jaw walked into her field of view.

Emily tried to say something to him through the gag. He dropped into a crouch before her, and one of the hands he placed between his legs was holding a gun. It was large and polished to a mirror shine, and Emily couldn't tear her eyes away from it.

"You have something to say? Don't tell me, let me guess." The man's voice was gruff and emotionless.

"You're going to try to beg me not to kill you. You're going to convince me you're worth more alive. You're going to offer to stay down here in this cage and let us take you out to fuck you whenever we want. You're going to offer to be our live-in sex slave, like the slut in the iron mask, and you're going to promise you'll never even think about escaping.

"You might even mean it. I remember how enthusiastic you were at the party. You might even be right - you might be worth more to us alive.

"But here's the thing: that officer you killed had a family. There's no way you're going to fuck him back to life, so it's up to us to get justice for his wife and his three kids."

Emily felt a tear roll down her cheek. The officer stood up and grabbed the keyring from its place on the wall.

"I'm going to take you upstairs, let the guys have one final round with you, and then it's lights out. We're going to be recording the whole thing, so in a way it's like you're going to live forever. In another more literal way it's like your life is going to end soon."

He unlocked her cage and swung the door open. "I want you to take some consolation from the fact that you're going to die doing what you love."

There was an ear-splitting crack of gunfire. Emily shut her eyes tight, and it took her a few seconds to realize she hadn't been shot.

The white-haired officer rushed to the stairs and shouted, "what's going on up there?" He placed one foot on the stair, looked back at Emily in her open cage, and walked purposefully back to her.

As he reached in to grab her by the arm, Emily heard footsteps on the stairs. There was a deafening crack. Emily's skull rang with the sound and her nostrils filled with gunsmoke. Emily slowly opened her eyes to see the white-haired officer lying on the ground outside of her cage. She saw a dark red stain spreading through the straw and was glad she didn't have a good view of his head.

She craned her neck and saw the wide-nosed officer. His gun was still raised, and his eyes were vacant. His mouth hung slightly open.

"Put the gun away and help her out of that cage." The voice was Master's. Emily trembled and felt tears of joy welling in her eyes.

The broad-nosed officer helped her out of the cage and onto her feet, and then released her handcuffs. Master took the officer's tie from him and used it to wipe at the mostly-dry cum on her ass before he helped her hike her skirt back up.

She looked at him with shimmering eyes full of questions. "Let's talk when we're on the road," Master said.

They walked up the stairs and into a large foyer with a bar in one corner. Emily didn't count the officers in the room, but there had to be at least fifteen or twenty. Master called the wide-nosed officer and he came up to join his comrades, all of them standing still with vacant eyes and slightly open mouths.

Emily saw a red puddle on the hardwood floor in an adjoining room and decided she didn't want to see where it was coming from.

"When we're gone," Master told the assembled officers, "I want you all to wait twenty minutes. Then I want each of you to put a gun in your mouth and blow your brains out." Master grabbed a video camera from the bar before he walked out of the large double doors in the front of the house. Emily followed.

*****

The car that took them back to Boston didn't have any markings, but the radio in the front made Emily assume it was an unmarked police car of some kind. There was no divider between the front and back seats, so Emily and Master could sit comfortably while the officer in the front drove them back.

Master drummed his fingers on the video camera. Emily looked at it and then at Master, an unspoken question in her eyes.

"This?" Master said, "this is what you'd call a deathbed confession. The other officers involved - the ones who weren't at the house just now - are probably going to disappear once this makes its way onto the internet."

Emily nodded. It took her a long time to find her voice. When she did, she said, "You saved me."

"Of course I saved you," Master said flatly, "of all the companions I've ever had, you're my favorite."

Emily sat back, overcome with surprise. "But I disobeyed you," she replied in a timid whisper. "I tried to leave you stranded so I could run away from you." Then in an even quieter voice, as if to herself, "and you barely know me."

"Right," Master said, "that's why you're my favorite. Do you have any idea how few people can surprise me? When you see all the way into people like I do they become predictable. Boring. I feel like Midas - cursed to have everything I ever wanted."

"And Fuckdoll came for you?"

"She did. She found a young man with a boat and somehow convinced him to take her to the island." His eyebrows raised at the word 'somehow'.

"So you see how devoted she is," Emily said in a hopeful voice. "You see how useful she can be."

Master sighed. "It's going to be a lot easier for you if you learn to let go. Constantly trying to convince me like this is just going to make things harder on you."

"So you haven't changed your mind? She's still not coming with us?" Emily's tone was incredulous.

"I'll give her something to do. She'll be fine as long as she has something to do. Now be quiet while I think of something."

At Master's command Emily's jaws clamped shut. She felt like her teeth might crack. She vibrated inside with her need to talk him out of it, but was powerless.

"No!" The sound somehow escaped her lips before her jaws clamp back down. She dropped her head, terrified of what would happen to her.

He put a finger under her chin to lift her head up. She met his eyes, expecting fury but finding curiosity.

"Explain yourself."

Her jaw relaxed and her whole body heaved forward with relief.

"Fuckdoll needs you! She needs you just like I need you!" Emily's tone suddenly became calm. "But you don't need us. And that isn't fair."

Master's eyes narrowed.

"It isn't fair to you at all.

"All the joy you'll ever find in life is from needing people and letting them take care of you. When you found me I was scared and angry and alone. Life was something I endured. I wasn't really living.

"But then you gave me this gift - you turned me into someone who's open and sincere and who doesn't hide from life. You turned me into someone who lets herself need people and who lets people take care of her.

"I'm sad that you don't have that, and I'm even more sad that you don't understand that. It's like you look into people and see the 'what' and the 'how', but you don't see the 'why'."

They sat in silence for a long time before Master touched her gently on her cheek.

"I'm sorry," he said, "but I've made up my mind, and she's not coming."

*****

When Emily walked into the door of Fuckdoll's apartment the blonde was sitting naked on the edge of the large circular bed in her living room, chewing on her cuticles. She sprang to her feet when she saw Emily and ran to embrace her.

All of the anger and heartache of their last parting melted away. When Emily felt Fuckdoll start to cry she cried too. She didn't know if they were tears of joy or sadness, but it felt like some great burden was being drained from her body.

When the tears stopped she felt light. Emily took her head from Fuckdoll's shoulder. She brushed her blonde hair from her face and looked into her eyes. They both laughed a little at nothing at all.

"You seem relieved to see each other. You two should kiss," Master said behind Emily.

Emily had never been more eager to obey one of Master's commands. She kissed Fuckdoll tenderly, stroking her face with the fingertips of one hand. Fuckdoll bit Emily's lip and flashed her a wicked smile. Emily kissed her more passionately, gently twisting one nipple and feeling Fuckdoll gasp softly into her mouth.

Fuckdoll ripped Emily's top over her head and threw it far away. Emily kneaded one of Fuckdoll's ass cheeks, and Fuckdoll gently rubbed Emily's clit under her skirt.

"You two should do that on your knees," Master suggested.

Fuckdoll sank down to her knees, pulling down Emily's skirt as she went. Emily followed, continuing to touch and kiss and grope at Fuckdoll.

The two women didn't break their pace as Master pushed his hard cock between their lips. They kissed and licked the shaft between them as they continued to caress one another's bodies. Master started to pump his cock back and forth between their soft moist lips. Emily trembled as she felt the pleasure she gave Master reflected back on her. From the way Fuckdoll was tensing and squirming she was sure the blonde felt it too.

Master took one of Emily's hands and helped her to her feet. "Fuckdoll, get the lube," he said, pointing to Emily's bag. He held Emily from behind, his cock nestled between her ass cheeks, one hand massaging one of her tits and the other across her collar bone to rest his hand on her shoulder. She gave the hand on her shoulder a gentle kiss and arched her back to rub her ass on his cock.

Fuckdoll climbed on the bed in front of them. She held the bottle of lube and picked lint from a few patches of adhesive residue on one side of the bottle.

"Poor Gaston. What happened to you?" The women shared a private smile. Emily kissed Fuckdoll again, warmed to her core at this private thing that not even Master could intrude on.

Master pushed Emily down and her head came to rest in Fuckdoll's lap. Fuckdoll stretched forward to apply a dollop of lube to Master's cock and another to Emily's asshole. Fuckdoll pushed a fingertip into Emily's lubricated hole, and Emily kissed her gently on her thigh.