Thank to those who left all great comments! I have realized I am sappier than I previously believed, so I hope those who look for that in a story will be pleased. And for the few that are concerned about my previous story Artemis's Capture, there will be an ending I promise, it just may take some time as I want to make it as perfect as I can!
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AJ was squeezed uncomfortably between Sauer and Oliver in back of their cab. Her hands were trembling, palms getting moist. Oliver's threat was more than enough to frighten her to the core, but what made it even scarier was Sauer's potential involvement in any way.
It would have been better if Oliver just told her what was going to happen. Even if it was horrific at least she wouldn't be swimming in a bottomless pool of uncertainty.
The tormenting toy was now safely back in Oliver's pocket, giving her some physical relief despite her crippling anxiety attack. She knew the worst had yet to come, she just didn't know how to prepare for it.
As she clenched her sweaty hands over her lap, her eyes fixed on the dirty floor of the cab. She started to feel a little spark of anger. Not all of it towards the two blackmailers, but at herself. For letting herself wallow in pity.
She was tougher than this. Maybe they could control her physically, but she was still strong on the inside. Instead of focusing on her constant fear she started to form a plan. She would endure the night, and then pack up and leave. She had not wanted to risk anyone's safety other than her own, but now it was clear she needed help.
There was nothing spectacular about her life. She made absolutely no impact. Other than the absolute essentials, the only thing she needed from the current life was Henry. And she knew just who to call.
No more waiting, no more being a victim. She would have no regrets leaving her mediocre life. In fact, this could be a blessing. Without an identity she could truly be invisible. She could go where she wants, do what she wants, and no one can tell her no.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Oliver reached over and gently slipped his hand down the front of her dress, finding her nipple with his finger and giving it a sharp pinch. AJ shuddered as he teased her roughly, stirring an ache she was trying desperately to reject.
But she calmed her breathing, bravely keeping herself straight as if she were completely unaffected by his touch. If she could make it through the night, she would be free by morning, forever.
She gasped when she felt Sauer's hand lift her dress enough to grip her thigh with his hand, digging his nails into her smooth skin. When her legs tensed and naturally closed, he squeezed harder and pulled her legs as wide as possible between the two tall men.
So much was happening in what felt like a million directions, but she kept her sanity by focusing on her great escape. If Steve McQueen could do it, so could she. But her body was developing a habit of not listening to reason, disobeying her own commands. The internal struggle was tearing her apart.
For only a few minutes they sat just like that in the cab, Sauer holding her leg firmly and Oliver fiddling with her overly sensitive nipple, but it felt like a lifetime.
When the cab pulled over AJ looked out the window to see their destination. They were back at Oliver's apartment, the streetlamps casting creepy shadows above on the brick building.
Oliver politely led AJ out of the cab, Sauer following behind. When they were at the door Oliver rustled for his keys in his pocket while Sauer clenched his hand around AJ's arm.
The door opened and they made their way through the eerily quiet hallway to Oliver's apartment, G7, with that annoying upside down seven. He gave a playful smile and led them in. Immediately the two pushed her into the living room, both far too impatient to play any games.
Oliver looped his arms underneath AJ's from behind, holding them back so her chest was pushed out in front of Sauer. "Ah!" she yelped, trying to worm her way out of his grip, but he held her arms behind her tightly, keeping her steady in front of Sauer.
"You caught her, go ahead," Oliver smirked as he pushed her closer to him. Sauer narrowed his eyes, inspecting her trembling body. His hands reached around the back of her neck, untying the halter straps to her dress. The front fell, revealing just her breasts to him.
Sauer cocked his head to the side, taking a finger and flicking her nipple harshly. AJ shivered, just the tiniest physical contact was making her body feel an uncomfortable warmth rising inside of her. A feeling that she needed to suppress in order to stay sane.
"How rough have you been with her?" Sauer asked as he moved both hands to her breasts, cupping and feeling them to his liking.
"Well, I was trying to be nice for a few days, but you should see her squirm when I spank her."
Sauer dropped his hands and took his jacket off, tossing it on the arm of the leather couch. "You're so bad at this," he said to Oliver, loosening his tie. "Go get something to tie her up with."
Oliver released AJ's arms, stepping around her to his bedroom. While they heard Oliver rifling around in his closet, there was an uneasy silence. Sauer was giving her such an intense stare it was as if he was shooting laser beams into her eyeballs.
"Get undressed. On the table, now," he commanded in an aggressive tone that she had never heard from him before. His face was still expressionless, but the way he narrowed his eyes at her made her feel helpless.
She felt like she was trapped in a cage with a starving tiger, completely vulnerable in every way. As he unbuckled his belt, he growled at her, "Oliver may be nice, but I'm not. And I will not repeat myself."
AJ shook herself from her frozen state and shakily peeled off her perfectly fitted dress, dropping it to the floor around her ankles. Sauer pulled off his belt and folded it over in his hands, making a snapping noise so loud she could physically feel it.
AJ jumped from the sound, practically leaping to the table. She sat down, shoulders tight and arms modestly wrapped around her body.
Oliver returned carrying a bundle of thin rope. "Alright little bird, on your hands and knees, right there on the table."
When AJ didn't obey him right away, he scoffed and grabbed hold of her hair, pulling tight and leading her to his desired position. When he let go, she was left on her knees, hips held high while resting on her weak forearms.
If she could conceal her facial reactions maybe she would feel less shame, but her hair was still pulled back into a loose ponytail. She had considered Oliver to be the cruelest person she had ever met, but at the moment she was sure Sauer was going to take that title.
Oliver started to wrap her ankles with the rope, constricting and forcing her legs open and pulling the ends to the legs of the table. The two men took in the sight of her, completely naked and defenseless. From head to toe her body was blushing.
AJ had felt so violated being seen naked by Oliver, but at least when it was just him it still felt like a secret. But being naked in front of both of them was like having an audience. It was no longer a secret. She was exposed to the world and absolutely humiliated in every way.
