Collaborator

A DARK STAR STORY

THE COLLECTIVE - CHAPTER 11 COLLABORATOR

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Looking into her eyes as I sit behind the vast mahogany desk that sits as a centrepiece to the office situated on the mezzanine level of the Dark Star night club I watch her reaction.

Her eyes fall once more to the contents revealed from beneath the deep purple tissue paper that lines the lidded box I had slid across the desk no more than two minutes previously.

"This... I mean this certainly leaves little to the imagination," Ari Walker-Smith offers a little uncertainly.

"It's a custom piece... made especially for you." I offer trying my best to subdue the grin that plays across my lips.

She folds the tissue paper back over the contents of the box and sets the black gloss effect lid back securely in position.

"I have your word Hector... no harm will come to me," she offers finding a little confidence and composure. I take pleasure in just how off guard I appear to have genuinely caught her now that the nature of my intention has been made abundantly clear to her.

"You've my word..." I confirm, "...you must by now trust that I am a man of honourable intentions"

"The contents of this box suggest otherwise," Ari offers with a blunt, yet devilishly laced response, given the circumstance. "I'm not sure I can trust your intentions for me."

Her ice blue eyes meet mine as she sets her elbows on the surface for the desk, interlacing her fingers she rests her slender jaw on top her hands and looks up at me from behind her platinum blonde fringe.

"I won't harm a hair on your head Arabella," I softly state. "That's not my style."

As she keeps her eyes locked on me, her mind no doubt dwelling on my now clearly defined expectations I know I make a promise that from recent experience alone I may not be able to keep.

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~• Two months ago •~

The coffee machine hisses and spews steam into the air almost in protest.

Taking a sip from the Ecuadorean Coffee I appreciate the subtle flavours of the expertly brewed strong black liquid. I glance to the door as I watch her enter. She doesn't notice me, as she slips a royal blue jacket from her shoulders as she hurries behind the counter to assist the attractive mixed raced employee who had served me ten minutes ago.

Dressed all in black, a tight little black t-shirt accompanies a short black skirt over black opaque tights that accentuate long legs that meet little zip up ankle boots. The counter obscures her from my view but I could not help noticing her attire having just witnessed her enter the coffee shop set in the middle of the plaza. The name of which offers no clear identity to the owner even as I watch her diligently assist in clearing down the long queue that had gradually formed. It was by pure chance that I had seen her at the premises only twenty-four hours earlier.

Prior to that one of the last times I had seen Jamie Pierce she had been knelt at my feet in the darkness of the Dark Star. I had rejected her submission to me, the memory of the exquisite oral pleasure her mouth had given could not be forgotten. Despite her submission and the likely precursor that had been as a result of the little blue tablet had dissolved in her stomach. I had chased her off. Harangued her out of the night club in the midst of the after hours sordid and regrettable experience that had played out as I hate sought to curry favour.

The same night I had betrayed Laura Mancini as the vile Sergei Golgacev had taken advantage of Laura's unintentionally sedated state. The same night I had regrettable taken advantage of Laura to fulfil my own dark desires of the beautiful eldest daughter of my long time friend and compatriot. A guilt I had carried for weeks and months afterwards, a guilt doubled down upon by her subsequent disappearance.

Continuing to watch Jamie Pierce as I finish my coffee I notice on a moment of rest bite as her colleague nods in my direction. I watch Jamie look up in my direction a weak smile etching her lips as we make eye contact. My eyes do not leave her as she steps from behind the counter and makes her way tentatively towards me.

"Good morning, Jamie," I offer pleasantly as she sashays through the tables and chairs towards me, "How are you?"

"Hector," she meekly offers as if she genuinely has to recall my name.

"Yes," I offer with a broad smile as I reach over to pull out the chair next to me in the window seat.

Jamie takes my unspoken hint and takes a seat next to me crossing her toned long nylon covered legs over one another.

"It's... it's been a while" she nervously offers whilst pushing slightly wavy light ginger hair off her pale complexion to tuck it behind her left ear. "How are you?"

We had never truly interacted, other than that fateful night in the club, I was sure she would recognise me and my close relationship to Laura alone from my occasional presence at the infamous night club where she had worked in various roles since the early tenure of Logan Hughes. I was certain she harboured many of the darkest secrets of the venue as a consequence, including the disappearance of Laura and the subsequent undoubtedly linked return of Hughes a little over twelve months ago.

The last time I had seen Jamie Pierce had been in the darkness of the alleyway at the rear of the venue as she had vehemently denied any knowledge of Lauras disappearance. I had no doubt she had lied to me even if I could not tell if she was directly implicated in any factor of Laura's disappearance.

"I'm well," I offer on a deliberate pause that undoubtedly makes her feel even more uncomfortable, "You look well... and this place... well it's far removed from your previous employment."

"It was time to move on," Jamie offered barely looking up towards me.

"I'm sure.... Although I suspect by the state of the place you left behind that these days young Ari could benefit from your knowledge and experience," I offer noting how she makes to respond but stops herself short.

"You're the owner... I assume Mr Hughes paid you a considerable loyalty payment to be able to afford such a place as this," I state looking deliberately around the pristinely equipped and furnished coffee shop.

"I... I had savings... and an inheritance," Jamie offers, and I notice for the first time I believe what sounds like an Australian undertone to her accent.

"I'm sure you did" I offer not convinced by her explanation. "I'm glad I found the place... that's genuinely the best coffee I've had in a long time... that I didn't make myself."

Jamie offers a weak smile in return to my grin as she pulls the hem of her skirt down her left thigh a little.

"I'm sorry... but I can't help but think of that night at the club" I offer sitting forward towards her a little.

"Which... which night?" she stammers.

"The night your lips wrapped so tightly around my dick..." I offer leaning forwards to whisper into her ear, "...and you enquired if I'd like to cum in your mouth or all over your face."

I permit the slight grimace as she recollects the scenario from her own perspective, her reaction amuses me.

"That was an intense night..." I state as I sit back, "...I can't help but wonder if there would ever be a chance to reconvene."

As she looks around, I cannot help but be even more darkly amused by the obvious uncomfortable nature of our conversation. Taking a moment to compose herself she fixes her eyes back upon me.

"That... that was... a different.... I'm not that person anymore." Jamie offers.

"That's a pity," I reply standing and pushing the empty coffee cup towards her. "I guess I missed my opportunity."

Jamie remains silent her gaze passing out of the large windows of the glass fronted building as she clearly wrestles with her thoughts.

"Should you ever change your mind," I offer as I pass her a vanilla coloured business card which she dutifully accepts but pays no attention to as I step away towards the main doors of the coffee shop.

"Oh..." I offer, knowing full well the answer I will receive to the question I raise, "...I assume you've never heard from or seen Laura again?"

Still staring out across the Plaza Jamie Pierce silently shakes her head to my enquiry her silent harrowed response clearly implies her uncomfortable guilt.

"Such a mystery," I offer in conclusion as I walk through the coffee shop silently plotting Jamie Pierce's demise.

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"Fuck... oh fuck me... yess yess yesss"

Jamie Pierce cries out, a guttural primordial cry of satisfaction that echoes through the room as she straddles me, the momentum of her frantic hips slowly waning following the energetic fuck she has just offered me.

Lay on my back across the surface of the vast four poster bed I look up at her. Her neck held snapped back as she faces the ceiling and I feel the tension of the heavy climax that grips her entire body, her thighs trembling on a spasm that ripples through her whole body.

My unprotected dick lances up into her body as she trembles and writhes atop of me, my hands clenching her hips to hold her body firmly to me. Around her neck sits a thick black leather collar, a long let go of silver steel chain lead hangs across the front of her body between her ample breasts.

The same chain I had tightly held as I had pulled her close to me as she had knelt before me prior to being guided to the bed, her talented mouth offering me a spectacular reminder of the previously experienced oral pleasure.

In the flickering candle light of the room her pale complexion seems in stark contrast to the black bed sheets and the black thigh length leather boots that clad her legs.

As her she brings her body forwards I look up at her as she forgets the thick leather cuffs that secure her hands behind her back as she attempts to steady herself. As her eyes slowly open, to reveal dark pools amongst her pale complexion, she does not recognise me. She has no idea of the duplicitous switch that occurred shortly after her arrival at Warehouse 43.

Capturing Jamie had been easy, far too easy. The deception of an online date arranged easily over a matter of days. Three hours earlier Jamie Pierce had met who she believed was Max Williams but had actually been Emillio Sanchez one of my bar staff from the venue sat three floors below us. Emillio had been paid handsomely for meeting with Jamie holding conversation as he seduced her before at some point slipping one of three little blue pills he had been supplied with into Jamie's drink before bringing her to the Warehouse, where she had been led to my private chambers on arrival.

Under the influence of a second tablet she had become even easier to manipulate and taken little persuasion to be stripped of the aqua green dress that lay strewn on the floor at the base of the bed, prior to being collared and securely cuffed and encouraged to take to her knees for me.

As my breath steadies on my own exertion I tense my dick and squeeze the last of my ejaculate from my dick into her toned body.

"I have something to show you" I offer as she gently writhes still upon me.

"Wh...what?" She exhaustedly offers, drunk on emotion and the narcotics mixed with alcohol that fuel her current state.

"It's next door" I sincerely offer

Awkwardly our bodies separate given the nature of her restraint I leave her in an unceremonious heap in the middle of the fourposter bed as I step to the hard wooden floor and retrieve a pair of dark grey lounge pants. As I pull the cotton pants up over my legs and waist, I barely consider the satisfaction of the fuck I have just earned of her. It constitutes little, simply a meaningless sterile claim that genuinely, as I adjust my rescinding erection and feel how her wetness soaks my dick and balls, meant nothing to me.

Taking hold of Jamie's upper left arm, I guide her up from the surface of bed to her unsteady feet before I take hold of the leather handle of the steel chain affixed to the collar around her neck and start to lead her towards the double doors on the far side of the room. I do not look back as the lead pulls taught, the click clack of the stiletto heels of her boots echoes through the room.

The doors open automatically to reveals a large rectangular room that's nature and appearance alters as per my needs. Tonight, it is a large temporary wooden plinth that is draped in plastic meets those needs. I had consider making her a tribute, leading her down several floors and offering her to the members of The Collective, Jamie Pierce was not worthy of such a fate. The fate I had plotted for her would be delivered on a sense of justice that would be delivered far quicker and far harsher.

"I've someone I'd like to introduce you to Jamie" I casually offer.

"Someone?" She seemingly repeats back with a bewildered confusion. "Who?"

From the shadows of the room I catch movement as Christoph Schmidt, the man I know and refer to as 'The Curator' steps toward the opposite side of the plinth we now steadily approach.

"This is my subject" Schmidt states on his heavily laden accent.

"This is Jamie" I coldly state tugging on the chain lead as she sets almost diligently to my side. "Jamie... meet the Curator"

Jamie does not react her eyes barely able to focus on the sterile rectangular plinth she is led before let alone the man who stands opposite of her.

"The Collar... the Cuffs they are not required," Schmidt offers barely contemplating Jamie himself as I step behind her to begin to unfasten the buckles of the cuffs that hold her wrists firmly behind her back.

"The boots neither" Schmidt states as I let the cuffs fall to the floor behind her and reach to begin unfastening the collar wrapped tightly around her neck.

"The boots stay on" I respond, "They add a certain something.

"What... what's happening" Jamie softly states on a croaky voice as I remove the collar and let it and the chain lead fall heavily to the floor.

"Your comeuppance " I harshly sneer into her left ear from behind her. If Jamie is able to make sense of my words or the threat contained within them she does not respond or physically react as I firmly take hold of her upper left arm once more.

Given that the pills that control her, that have ensured she fails to recognise the difference between myself and the thirty something male she met in the riverside bar hours earlier I am not surprised.

"She needs be positioned in the centre of the plinth.... Lay flat... Face up."

"You're going to do as you're told" I state on pulling her towards the plinth. My fingers tightly gripping her forearm as I do, causing her to flinch in my grip.

"But what... why are you?" Jamie offers, the hesitancy and doubt that starts to grip her concerns me as she takes a deep inhale, and her eyes fall across the rigid surface that lays before her. On letting go of her upper arm though she voluntarily takes a step towards the plinth then looks back at me, the dark pools of her eyes no longer seem as deep.

Schmidt approaches her this being his masterplan, his suggestion, I trust him implicitly as I have done in the past. Jamie looks from me to Schmidt as he turns her and assists her up onto the plinth. Under the influence of the drugs that control her mind and to a lesser extent her body Jamie allows him to guide and coerce her into the position he requires.

As she is led from me, Schmidt turns her away from me and my eyes cast across her naked torso. Schmidt sits her on the edge of the plinth before she voluntarily swings her boot clad legs around and first sits then allows him to lay her on her back across the black layer of plastic. With no objection she lays across the thick plastic that drapes across the rectangular plinth and is held within a semi rigid frame.

"That's it... just lay yourself down...arms a little to your side...legs apart a little too." Schmidt casually instructs her.

Jamie nods with perhaps the slightest hint of a pensive reticence as I watch her face slowly become etched with a visible concern.

"And... and if..." her subtle accent falters on the words she speaks.

"If you want us to stop for any reason... just say." I casually state, unsure how much attention she actually pays through the veil of the grip of the drugs, let alone how true I would be to my words meant only to reassure and gain her compliance.

"I... what's..." Jamie falters, my words seeming to have done very little to genuinely reassure her.

"This isn't going to harm you," I coldly add.

Jamie falls silent as I extend my right arm and start to peel back the top sheet of the vac-bed that Schmidt had set up in the room hours earlier, once the plan to seduce and ensnare Jamie Pierce had been set in irreversible motion. The sound of the thick translucent plastic peeling back fills the room and I watch Jamie's slender arms move to wrap around her toned stomach, a small clear stud sits in the recess of her belly button as the piercing catches the light of the dim room as she shifts a little nervously.

My mind once more dwells on the power the narcotics now hold over her, or the lack of power.

"Arms to your side girl," Schmidt barks.

"Hold still," I attempt to reassuringly offer, having no genuine sympathy for Jamie but appreciating Schmidt's intimidating demeanour may not assist the cause. As Schmidt takes hold of the sheet of plastic opposite from myself in unison we pull the layer of opaque heavy duty plastic across Jamie's prone body.

She looks to us both briefly, her body stirring as her uncertainty becomes visible once more. I offer her a weak sardonic smile before she lets out a long nervous sigh.

"Like... like this?" Jamie offers.

Schmidt grants her nothing but a cursory nod as Jamie takes another moment to adjust her body position and I watch her nervously inhale and exhale. Her ample breasts rise and fall as she seeks to quell her obvious unease.

A fine sheen of sweat coats her body from the physical exertion she has already faced and the heightened heart rate the ecstasy derivative she has consumed. As she closes her eyes and rests her arms to her side just as instructed it is Schmidt who acts first.

"Ready?" He enquires of me more so than the light red head lay before us.

None the less Jamie amusingly and nervously states on little more than a whisper, the single word of confirmation, "Yes"

"Let us begin then." Schmidt sardonically states on his heavy Germanic accent, and I sense his darkly morbid curiosity peak.

Without delay I assist as we pull the top clearer sheet of plastic even firmer down across her all but naked body. She remains silent and still. Her exposed breasts continually rising and falling with nervous heavy breath being her only movement now. Spare for her eyes thar follow us as we move around the plinth. I keep my gaze upon her through the slightly obscuring semi opaque plastic.

I expect her conscious mind to break through at any moment and for her to react and seek to escape on a fear and appreciation of what is actually about to happen to her. Taking a moment I compose myself, knowing the contingency plan Christoph Schmidt has in reserve should such a scenario arise.

"Hold still," Schmidt commands once more on the briefest of movements from the slender strawberry blonde.

Walking to the top end of the plinth I watch Schmidt reach out to ensure that the punctured holes of the top sheet align with her nostrils.

"Do not be moving," Schmidt offers, he need not speak as in apparent fear of what's to come Jamie Pierce does not move a muscle.

My hand finds the plastic zip lock that sits above her right hand side, leant over her I begin to draw the zip closed across the top end of the plinth as I start to encase her within the plastic. Running the zip down parallel to the left hand side I watch her intently. She swallows hard in anticipation her legs shift a little and she try's to ascertain the best way to hold her head turning it her left and then to her right.