This continues the story of Wanda and Malin in "The Pregnant Ride!" More scenes of debauchery are coming, my dears. I'll be tee'ing them up, sex scene by sex scene. Warning to my regular readers: This is erotic horror. It's MUCH darker than I'm usually comfortable with writing.
Links to earlier parts are in my story list.
Walking down the central gallery of the game studio building, Malin gestured towards an area with men encased in virtual reality helmets. "Those are the men who enslaved you," he told Wanda. She cringed.
There was a low echo of his voice from the ceiling in the space, and it smelled newly constructed. It was an environment completely foreign to her warehouse work, and she was disoriented. They continued walking towards an area with a table in the center and computer terminals surrounding it at the end of the gallery.
One of the men in the virtual reality area noticed them and pulled off his helmet. Wanda instantly recognized Imun, the man who had tried to have sex with her at the devotional to Dionysus that morning. He flexed his free hand into a fist and charged out of the room towards them.
"Malin, give me the cunt," he growled while gesturing at Wanda. "I'll make sure to finish by they time your shift's over."
Wanda's jaw dropped in surprise, and she looked at Malin in worry while closing it. Malin's usual guarded expression blanked to a robotic nothingness, but he stepped towards Imun putting Wanda behind him. "As was explained earlier, Imun, no woman you lure in here becomes payment for your work."
Imun glared at him. "Then I can't promise not to damage your goods. It's only a matter of time, Security." He poked Malin in the chest.
"Touch me again, and another mark will be added to your file," Malin warned.
Imun backed up holding his arms out, "Tick tock, blu-man." Then he turned away and headed back into his work area. Wanda assumed 'blu-man' was referring to Malin's security uniform.
Malin looked over his shoulder at Wanda, who was frowning. She was back to figuring out how to escape. He snagged her hand, "Stay in my sight at all times. There's a toilet over there near the Command Center. Alert me when you go." She nodded jerkily. On returning his grip, it was only with enough pressure to prevent her hand from getting crushed.
An hour later, Wanda thumbed through a presentation on one of the computers off to the side as Malin inspected the security aspect of various operations. She saw that the Church of Dionysus was in the process of designing a dating service, but it was stuck in the fact that its double cross would be an open secret almost immediately. She chewed on a sandwich as the bullet-pointed slides openly wondered over blackmailing men and how to deal with the ones who couldn't keep a secret even if they wanted to. The conclusion was that only some would be in on the secret, and the rest would just think the cover story was all there was.
Malin came over and rubbed her neck at that moment. "What did you find here?" Then after a quick look he merely murmured, "Ah." He sat next to Wanda and snuck his hand up into her hair, massaging her scalp.
Wanda closed her eyes, and for once just enjoyed the moment: Warm tingles from the simple attention of a man who she actually liked. That made her open her eyes, startled. Malin was about to ask what she was thinking when a woman with the retrieval team approached him. "We need you to work with us on a situation, Security."
"Where?" he asked, turning his chair to face her.
He started petting Wanda's hair as the woman replied, "New Kowloon."
"And legal found a way to impose a contract in a lawless territory, how?"
Wanda flipped the page on the presentation she was skimming. Her attention was entirely on Malin's conversation. In under a minute, he decided the retrieval team should do a straightforward kidnapping. As they discussed where the woman was located, a team that could maneuver without undue attention, transportation, and bribing, Wanda's hope of escaping by just walking away from work or hitchhiking or stowing away on a transportation truck slowly died. New Kowloon sounded like a perfect place to hide. No laws, continuously under construction with ever more complicated internal passageways and rooms, a sustained-contained economy, and a dense population in which to get lost. None of it mattered. The church had to have gotten access to military systems, too.
She flipped another page in the presentation absently. Malin noticed the sag to her shoulders and the flattening of her frown. He wrapped his hand around her neck, massaging the muscles around her spine with his thumb. The tips of his fingers reached well past her windpipe.
Wanda understood his silent communication: he knew her intent to run away from the church...her intent to escape him was gone.
As they left, Wanda kept a wary eye out for Imun. She spotted him with his headset on and tapping rapidly on a virtual input screen in the air. She breathed out in relief. Malin, who had been tugging her along by the hand, shifted his grip to slip his fingers between hers. Her heart jumped in response.
When they were outside, Malin pointed out a tall squarish building, "That's our gym for adults. I'll take you there soon. We'll need to have Cecil with us when we go though."
Wanda crinkled her brow wondering what they had done to the rules for its use. She pointed at the squat rectangular building connected to it, "What's that?"
Malin's voice was somber, "Detention."
Wanda looked up at him as he released his grip on her and wrapped his hand around her throat again. He was signaling something but she wasn't getting it. She looked away with a sigh. Sighing himself, he shifted his hand to lay his arm across her shoulders. As they approached the security building, Wanda noticed several pieces of construction equipment parked behind it. "What's getting built?" she asked.
Malin tugged on her hair, "The older generation needs a retirement home. We have our problems, but we take care of our own, too." As he spoke, Wanda snuck her hand around his waist, making Malin inhale in surprise. He looked at her with a hopeful smile, which she missed since she was still looking at the equipment.
Malin guided her back to his room saying, "I need to talk to people on this New Kowloon retrieval. Keep the door locked and don't answer if anyone knocks." Wrapping his hands around her head, he kissed her on the lips. Wanda was too surprised that she would be left alone to do more than respond briefly.
15 minutes later, Wanda just stepped out of the shower when there was knocking on the door.
"Malin, open up. I want to see Wanda, and it's time to talk."
It was Cecil.
She hesitated but remembered that Malin agreed when Cecil said he was coming by. As she opened the door, his eyes crinkled, "There's my Circe." He wrapped an arm around her in the process of pushing through the door, which he shut and locked behind them.
Wanda blinked in confusion missing the vague religious reference and inhaled Cecil's wonderful scent again. Dark energy strung through his intensity. He was shorter than Malin, more her height, and stockier. Threading his fingers through her hair, he tilted her face towards his and brought his lips to hers, just a millimeter between them.
"How did you know Malin was near while blindfolded?" he murmured so softly, no microphone could pick it up. Then he brushed his lips across hers in a light caress.
"Scent," she replied trying to understand why he was being so careful. Her heart beat harder having him so close; there was no forgetting how many times he made her come at the devotional.
Cecil responded by tilting his head and kissing her with pressure and a lick, encouraging her to open her mouth. He tasted different from Malin but still luring. She eagerly opened, and greeted his tongue as her body flushed excitedly. He paused again to murmur softly, "What did you smell about me and Malin?"
Wanda didn't answer. She pulled her head back, Cecil let her, and she shrugged. She honestly didn't know. There was something they had in common, something which only her subconscious knew.
Cecil cocked his head for a moment, reading her. Then he looked at the bathroom. "I'm going to perform my ablutions. Be right back."
Wanda smiled confusedly as he let her go. "I hope you'll teach me where your references come from, because I know there are jokes in there."
Cecil put his hand over his heart as he backed into the bathroom, "The best of pleasures are mutual. I would love to."
Shaking her head, Wanda dug around the room looking for something to wear. Finally, she settled on one of Malin's t-shirts. Cecil soon emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist.
She watched him curiously as he passed her to the sink area and commented, "Malin and I need to talk before I can get my hands on you again." He poured himself a glass of water. "So question is: how much do I torture myself before he gets back?"
Wanda shook her head again while smiling. Cecil's good humor was infectious.
Snagging Malin's chair, he placed it up against the door, sat in it, and prompted, "Come here and talk to me."
Cecil was unconsciously magnetic. Wanda approached him in anticipation of warmth and comfort. She wasn't sure what he wanted until he grabbed her hips and slipped his feet between her legs. Straddling his lap, she let him tug her down. The softness of his towel teased her uncovered pussy. He tilted his head up to kiss her, and Wanda kissed him back. Light pressure against his seeking lips.
"Now," he murmured, "Tell me how you ended up in my arms."
Wanda opened her mouth, hesitated, smiled at his humor, then started telling him her story. When she finished explaining how she'd been a naive idiot, he squeezed her, emphasizing her capture in his arms. "Psychopaths prey on the vulnerable. You had no way of seeing this coming." His words were a comfort.
