Alice shook her head to clear it. The wet ends of her hair, damp from sweat, slapped her shoulders and cheeks. Her thoughts were growing fuzzy, as memories of past sexual exploits leapt unbidden to her consciousness, overwhelming more pressing matters like escape. The room's rank smell, of bodies and semen and female juices, only exacerbated things. "They can't do this," she whispered. "It's not possible."
Russia,
she thought with effort.
I was in Paris. It would take...how long to get me here? How long was I unconscious? What day is it now?
"That's what I thought at first, too," Lawson said. His penis was momentarily soft, and he sat with his head down, legs stretched out before him. "Then the first girl they put me with explained what they'd done to me. She'd been here for months, she said. Her father was some businessman, and she was their insurance policy against him. They wanted her alive, but in a position to cause no trouble. And she was that." As he spoke, Amy watched his penis flutter and grow hard yet again. "Just like we are."
Her intimate muscles twitched and tingled, as if anticipating that erect member's penetration. It made her gasp. Her breasts felt swollen, the soft skin tight over the gentle globes, her nipples extended and hard as diamonds. She felt her buttocks slide on moisture she knew was dripping from inside her. She studied the residue of Lawson's semen on her thigh, and the urge to rake it up with a fingertip and suck it down was overwhelming. "Your wife...daughter...are here, too? You've seen them?"
"Oh, yeah," he said bitterly. "It was worse than being with strangers, believe me. My wife...she was never that sexually enthusiastic. She hated feeling so out of control, but of course it didn't change a thing about how much she needed it. I knew that she'd been with other men before me, and when they took her would be again. My daughter...."
He looked down, and tears welled in his eyes. "We didn't. Fuck, that is. I jerked off, and she touched herself in front of me. But we fought it down. She's beautiful, too, like her mother when she was young. Just putting my hands on her was...." He wiped his eyes. "They didn't leave her in with me for long, when they saw we weren't giving in."
Alice could think of nothing to say. She ached with sympathy, but the stories also did nothing to calm her own raging desires. "I won't give in, either," she said. "We'll figure out a way out of this. We'll get you and them out of here."
He looked at her. "Sure," he said flatly. "Anything you say."
She closed her eyes. How much harder could her nipples grow? And her clitoris tingled constantly. She risked slipping a finger down along her labia, astounded as how wet she was, and without even a conscious thought she slid two fingers into herself, searching for the spot only she had ever been able to find, awash in a sudden obliviousness.
Movement caught her eye, and she saw Lawsom masturbating again. With a start she realized she was doing the same, and yanked her fingers free. She turned and, using the wall for support, got to her feet. Wetness trickled down her inner thighs, and her knees could barely hold her. She recalled that time in China, tied down and tormented for hours,
days...
