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."
