Yelena and the Thirty Lovers
Hello, my lovely readers. I'm trying a little audience participation with this one. This story tells the story of Yelena, a young reporter kidnapped by a couple of wealthy libertines after she starts asking questions at their lavish party, and subjected to a series of sexual adventures beyond her control. It features an ensemble cast of colorful and corrupt characters, and all the rich and varied debauchery you can expect in an Inescapable Tale. Chapter 1 sets up the story, but every subsequent chapter will end with a poll where you get to decide what happens to Yelena next.
Comment with your vote, and feel free to add your own suggestions and feedback as well. I'd love to hear if there's a character you'd like to hear more from, or a little side avenue you'd like me to explore. I can't promise anything, but if it works with the story, I'll try to add it in. Poor Yelena's fate awaits your whims.
-Inescapable
Chapter 1: The Gift
"For you, my darling Elmeera," Aldis repeated, gesturing at the package, his smile never wavering.
I forced a gracious smile. The gift should have been a delight. The presentation was impressive, considering the circumstances. A glossy, synthetic cyan sheathe stretched over a conspicuously appealing feminine form.
I could make out packaging twine dimpling the flesh here and there, beneath thick, shiny ribbon. It was such a luscious display that a more impulsive recipient would no doubt have devoured it immediately. For a moment, I even contemplated forsaking my duties as hostess entirely so I could spend the evening slowly unwrapping and enjoying the sensuous, squirming creature. If only Aldis had been a bit more prudent, and not taken her quite so publicly, at quite so improvident a time.
"It's very thoughtful, dear, only... is it safe?"
"Oh yes. She's new in town, and came to the benefit alone. I believe she was a freelance reporter looking for a story, or something. Lord knows how she even got it here, but her interactions were limited to pestering a few of our more prominent friends, none of whom, I'm sure, are disappointed to see her go.
The girl's struggles and muffled and moans intensified, no doubt reacting to Aldis' use of the past tense.
"Really?" I asked, bending down over her. "Have you gathered any scandalous details, dear? I'd hate to think any of my guests were up to something untoward."
"Answer your mistress when she speaks to you, slut," my husband said, slapping her ass with a grin, his manner was altogether too exuberant for the situation. I gathered myself, resolved not to encourage him further until the situation was resolved.
"Start at the beginning, Aldis. How did-"
"Yelena!" slurred a droll and somewhat irritating voice down the hall. "Where are you? If you want a quote on the collection, now's the time; you'll never catch me in a more controversial mood."
I raised an eyebrow as the package redoubled its thrashing.
"Don't worry, you're safe from him here, dear."
I looked at Aldis. "Perhaps a tonic for the girl's nerves, darling? It seems one of our guests has spoiled her mood."
"Oh, that's just the Jacobson boy," Aldis said. "Women are always running from him -- what's one more?"
His rush belied his apparent ease, as he opened drawer after drawer looking for something to calm his reluctant guest.
"If it's not in the dresser, It's in your hunting jacket, dear."
Aldis tossed me the metal cylinder, and I quickly removed the auto-injector, pausing for a moment to stroke the frightened girl's head through the fabric. She made a muffled squeak, like a quiet little mouse -- an almost irresistible sound.
"This must be terribly distressing for you, with Henry so near. This will make you much more comfortable, dear."
I emptied the powerful muscle relaxer into her shapely rump through the fabric. She let out an unhappy chirp, then lay still, puffing unhappily through the fabric as I ran her hands admiringly over her. She was faking, of course -- perhaps waiting for Henry to come in so she could raise the hue and cry. The injector contained a heady combination of a sedative and a muscle relaxer, but it took at least half a minute to start to affect the subject, and a minute or more to more or less immobilize her.
Clever and adorable. I couldn't help taking a moment to tease her.
"Don't fret dear. Your assets would have been wasted as a journalist. Quite impressive, and all real if I'm not mistaken. Not to mention the outstanding job security we offer."
There was a knock at the door.
"Just a minute, Henry," I called out, walking slowly to the door to give Aldis time to bundle the girl into the large walk-in closet.
The young man knocked again, louder this time, then impudently rattled the doorknob.
"That's quite rude, Henry. What do you want from us?"
The lanky, curly-haired young man stood in the doorway. His outraged eyes flicked here and there, his mouth working furiously.
"Well? Can I help you, Henry?"
"Where did Yelena go?"
"Was that the little redhead who came with that diplomat?" I asked, innocently.
"No, Elmeera. You know very well that wasn't her."
"Oh good, because I think he's taken her back to his embassy to root through her attaché."
"I really had taken a liking to her, Elmeera," Henry said, through clenched teeth. "If she's under your bed, I will be very unhappy."
"Under my bed?" I scanned the hall for bystanders. Thank God, there was no one nearby to overhear us.
"Henry, are you drunk? Get in here before you cause a scandal."
"Capital idea," he said, stepping into the room. "Then I can have a look around while you go downstairs to entertain your neglected guests."
"Getting a little personal there, Henry," Aldis rejoined.
