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Please be a Nightmare

The room they were led into was almost empty despite the fact that it was large enough to hold a multitude of people. It reminded Ella of her history lessons, when they'd studied ancient earth and the royalty that had ruled over the time period. There was even a dais at one end of the room, a slightly raised platform on which there was a table. Chairs were scattered around the table, six in all, but only one man was currently seated there.

Ella's breath caught in her throat. No one had ever seen a picture of Fox, no one even knew what his real name was or where he had originated from, but everyone knew the description. Tall, dark hair that had been allowed to go silver at the temples (shocking in an age where almost no one retained their true hair color past the age of forty, preferring to use the various applications that were available to keep the appearance of youth), bright piercing green eyes that were hard as jade, muscular, and with cruel lips. She'd always wondered how lips could be described as "cruel," but seeing this man she suddenly understood. They were thin, mobile, and yet the smile upon them was somehow threateningly cold.

She shivered, and not just because of the chill in the room or because she was naked. In fact, she'd almost forgotten about her nude state, she'd been so ensnared by the powerful man at the end of the room. Now she shivered again, hunching her shoulders forward, all too aware of the ropes that kept her hands behind her, of the hobbles that kept her from fleeing.

Beside her, Ander growled under his breath. She flicked a glance at him, trying desperately not look anywhere below his shoulders. Beyond her boyfriend - now ex - she didn't have a whole lot of experience with men so she hadn't seen a lot of penises. The urge to look at one which was swinging so close to her was nearly over whelming, but it felt way too intrusive since it wasn't exactly like he was unclothed by choice. And she could tell that he'd been doing his best not to look at her or the blonde young woman.

Jackson was leading them by the blonde, his hand wrapped almost possessively around her upper arm, towering over her in a way that might have seemed protective in another situation. Right now Ella didn't know what to think of it. She really didn't know what to think of anything... her head rang with the words "We should have stayed at the hotel" over and over again, but it's not like hindsight was any help to them now.

"Jackson..." The man behind the desk stood as they approached, his gaze flicking over each one of them in turn. It was a quick visual inspection, but it felt very thorough; Ella quailed a bit, automatically leaning towards Ander for comfort. He was already chafing at the bit, angling himself forward so that she was slightly behind him. The sharp jade eyes noted his movement and Ella wondered if Ander's obvious protectiveness had just helped or hurt them. The smile across Fox's face - she was sure it was Fox - wasn't at all reassuring. "So what have you brought me today? A present?"

Fox's voice was low, gravelly, and almost hypnotically seductive. Ella frankly stared, shocked to hear such an appealing sound coming from the mouth of a man who was completely physically intimidating.

"You did say you wanted a replacement for Izzy soon," Jackson said, his voice indifferent. The big man didn't seem at all intimidated by Fox, although something about his stance said that he respected the other man a great deal and that he would follow where he led. Izzy... Ella remembered the name and the face, a young woman with coppery red hair and big grey eyes, assumed taken by Fox while on holiday on Earth in Old Europa. Her picture and information had been on the newsfeed for months, not because people were worried about her return once a young man who had been taken for a couple of days had confirmed her whereabouts, but because everyone was so fascinated by Fox and his... predilections.

"Mm... I could be persuaded to take a blonde... it would make a contrast from Izzy," Fox said, his face serious although somehow Ella got the impression that he was teasing Jackson. It was obvious where the big blonde man's interests lay. When he didn't get a reaction, Fox continued. "Then again, it has been a while since I've had a couple."

"We're not a couple!" Ella blurted out, immediately, without thinking. Her only coherent instinct was to find some way to get out of this situation and if Fox wanted a couple... then she was immediately horrified as the blonde's face turned to her with an expression of shock and despair. Had she just thrown the other woman under the bus? Would she really do such a thing to save herself?

"Not... a couple..." Fox said, almost as if tasting the words as he said them, examining them more closely now, obviously taking note of Ander's protective stance and the way she leaned towards him for support. Ella's cheeks flushed as that intense gaze traveled over her body again, realizing that her nipples had hardened in the cool air of the room and praying that the man didn't read anything into that. She kept her mouth firmly clamped shut.

Maybe it was too late for the blonde, especially with the way Jackson had been acting towards her, but Ella wasn't going to do anything further to push the other woman to her fate. She wasn't - wouldn't be - that kind of person.

"Driver said there was another couple following them out of the hotel, begging for a second chance," Jackson said, sounding both amused and smug. "From what I understand, these two caught their partners together. I thought you might find the dynamic intriguing."

God... had it really only been earlier today that she and Ander had discovered Mitch and Freya together? It felt like ages and ages ago. It also felt small and insignificant compared to what she and Ander were facing now, although when it had happened it had felt like the end of the world.

Ella blinked and realized that Fox was now looking at her and Ander was an increasingly arrested expression, his feigned interest in Jackson completely abandoned. A sick feeling rose inside of her gut as she realized that Jackson had known exactly what would cause Fox to lose interest in the other young woman. And that her own words had confirmed Jackson's supposition.

"You may have the blonde," Fox said, waving his hand at her, his cat-like eyes roving over her and Ander, very much like a large and dangerous predator.

Beside her, Ander growled "Emilia!" and tried to move. Ella didn't know if it was to protect her or the other woman - Emilia, she realized her name must be. Immediately several men who had been standing on the sidelines - practically unnoticed compared to Fox's overwhelming presence, and to a lesser extent, Jackson's - converged on him. One of them grabbed Ella's ropes, holding her in place as well as Fox came down off the dais to examine them more closely. Ander struggled, the three men holding him forced him down to his knees.

Next to them, Jackson pulled the young blonde woman away, lowering his head to whisper in her ear as he held her against his chest in an almost comforting manner that was only belied by the way his hand traveled down her naked back to caress her ass. She could hear the young woman start sobbing again, but she couldn't focus on that. Not with Fox walking towards her.

Up close he was even more intimidating. The grace with which he moved was both elegant while giving off the impression of being deadly. Her comparison of him to a large cat-like predator wasn't far off. Almost strange that they called him Fox really, although she knew it was more for his behavior than for his looks. In looks, in the way he moved, he was more like the holo-vids she'd seen of panthers, before they became extinct.

Her breathing shallowed, panted, as he circled around her, looking over every inch of her naked body. Closing her eyes, she tried to pretend that she was... well anywhere but here really. Anywhere else in the entire universe.

"Quite nice."

Ella's eyes flew open and she squeaked as two hands hefted her breasts, causing her to look directly into Fox's amused emerald eyes. Beside her, Ander shouted. She would have cringed back, but the man holding her ropes had shifted behind her, making it impossible for her to move away from Fox's explorations.

"I do enjoy a curvy woman," Fox said, smiling down at her in approval. Her mouth was so dry, she couldn't have answered even if she could have thought of anything to say. The moment he'd touched her, her mind had completely blanked, and as he gently squeezed her breasts to see her reaction, all she could do was whimper.

The gentle caress of his thumbs over her nipples made her shiver and she inwardly cursed herself for the tingles that shot through her body. This isn't me, she thought, it's not what I want... it's not my fault. It's just biology. Maybe a little bit of Fox's natural charisma rubbing off on her too. In another time, another place, she might have been incredibly attracted to him.

"Stop touching her," Ander rasped from beside them, still struggling against both his restraints and the men holding him. Ella looked down at him, not realizing that pleading filled her large brown eyes, only making him feel guiltier about his uselessness.

"Wait your turn, toy," Fox said, not even looking at Ander, his eyes still on Ella's face as he pinched her nipples and brought her attention back to him. The slight bite of pain and pleasure seemed to zing through her, straight to her clit. "I'm playing with pet right now."

It felt like her insides chilled as she realized that these were his terms for them, his names for them. Pet and toy. He fondled her expertly, keeping her eyes glued to his, and she wanted to moan in protest from the heat that she felt kindling inside her belly. It was so, so very wrong and yet her body was responding anyway, regardless of what she wanted.

"What's your name, pet?" he asked.

Licking her dry lips, she forced herself to answer. "Ella."

"And what's toy's name?"

Ander growled but she didn't look at him. Somehow she didn't think that looking away from Fox would be treated so lightly a second time. "Ander."

"Ella and Ander. Pet and toy. I like it." The smile that he gave her was not at all reassuring.

Then he started sliding one hand down her stomach and Ella moaned. Not because it felt good, but because she knew what he was going to find when he probed between her pussy lips, and she didn't have any doubts that's exactly where his fingers were headed. With his other hand still on her breast, squeezing and kneading and teasing her nipple, Fox slid his hand between her legs. Her muscles strained as she automatically tried to close them, tried to stop them from touching her, but the bar that Jackson had secured - she'd assumed to hobble her - had more than one purpose.

When his fingers came away wet, coated in glossy fluid, Ella closed her eyes again. She couldn't look. Fox laughed, and something slick was spread over her lips. The smell of her musk filled her nose and she felt sick with the humiliation.

"Pet's wet, toy," Fox said, moving away from her. When she opened her eyes she could see him advancing on Ander, holding his fingers in front of him with the evidence of her arousal. "She's such a very good pet already, I think we should reward her."

"Sir."

A deep voice from the end of the room caught all their attention. Ella craned her neck to see who was speaking. Another man came forward, with a redhead by his side. She was naked, her hands behind her back, and her head bowed so that Ella couldn't see her face. Jewelry jingled on her nipples and flashes of gold shown between her legs, indicating that there was something there as well.

"Ah," Fox said, sounding satisfied. "Slave. I have good news. You've been replaced. You were a very good slave and you can now go home to your family." He said it with all the joviality of a man bestowing a great privilege.

The redhead's head came up sharply and Ella recognized Izzy from the vids. Her eyes were wide as she took in the scene before her and the most astonishing array of expressions flashed over her face - relief, disappointment, hope and ending with sympathy.

"Thank you Master."

"I'm not your Master anymore. Go and have a good life." He waved his hand, turning back to his newest playthings. Ella caught one more glimpse of Izzy's face, the relief was back as well as the strangest impression that Fox had somehow hurt the young woman's feelings, and then she was turning, led away by the man that had brought her in.

Ella knew the drill from the news vids. At some point today or tomorrow, Izzy would arrive at the shuttle port, safe and sound. She'd be hounded by reporters the moment she realized who she was. And her family would be notified. They'd probably be there to greet her the moment she landed on the Lunar Station and to do whatever they needed to maneuver through the social minefield that was part of being a returned "guest" of Fox's. While many of the younger members of their Society saw it as a point of interest, or even a badge of honor, there were just as many who saw the returned persons as damaged goods. Not that they'd say anything so insensitive in public, of course, but the stigma as well as the fascination was there.

She'd always been fascinated. And she hadn't blamed the victims. Although she hadn't thought she'd ever be in their place either.

"So toy, what do you think we should reward pet with?" Fox asked, as if he hadn't just released a young woman back to her real life after months of keeping her in a position of sexual slavery.

"Freedom. Let her go," Ander said succinctly. Ella stared at him, astonished. Was he really going to try and send her away at the cost to himself? Because he wasn't making any plea for his own release. And how could she leave him here, even if Fox agreed? She'd never forgive herself.

Fox laughed uproariously, so she knew that it wasn't going to happen anyway. But at least he found them amusing right now. She'd gotten the impression that he enjoyed toying with them, playing with them, but if they bored him then he'd find other ways to make them interesting. And she really didn't think she wanted to know what those other ways might be.

"Oh, I do like spirit," Fox said, his eyes glowing as he looked down at Ander with the same speculation and interest with which he'd examined Ella. "You two are going to be quite delightful. In fact... I know." He turned back to Ella, resting one hand on Ander's head. Ander tried to toss it off, but Fox just gripped his hair tightly, jerking his head upright hard enough that Ander grunted with pain. "Ella, pet, you get a choice. Do you want me to fuck you right now? Or do you want toy to fuck you?"

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