CHARLOTTEStaring down at Beth, Klempner says, "Corby wanted to fuck Jennifer first; show her how annoyed he is with her. But that´s my privilege. He can have you instead. The pair of you look enough alike that he should be happy with that. When he´s finished, the others can take turns with you... Or they might not take turns. That´s up to them."He waits, enjoying her fear. "Ever done that? Had a man at every hole? I know she has." He tosses his head across to me.Beth says nothing, tears rolling down her cheeks, her breathing short and rapid.He turns to me. "I´m having you first. Get some pay-off eh? Before I let the others at you? How many can you handle at once d´you reckon? We´ll find out, shall we?""What payoff? What have ever done to you?"He shows his teeth...Is that a smile?... But he doesn´t reply, just leaves the room, and his goon follows. The door closes behind him, followed by the rattle of keys in the lock and the slam of bolts.The exit is locked.
CHARLOTTEPropelled back inside by my captors to the large central room, a gun is trained on me, and my arms gripped at either side, before they release me, to stand in the centre of the room. Klempner nods at one of his hoods. "Get the other one." Beth is all but dragged into the room. I don´t think she can stand without support, and released, she drops to her hands and knees, sobbing and shaking.It´s up to me then...How much time can I buy?Klempner glances down at Beth and seems to dismiss her. She´s not doing anything interesting; not entertaining him.Trying not to be obvious about it, I glance around the windows, but all I see is darkness.Where are they?Klempner stands close to me; too close, crowding me. I scent him, his breath, his sweat. His smile is cold; his pupils, wide.Oh, he´s enjoying this.And I´m supposed to be intimidated...Fuck that..."So, what´s next?" I demand, keeping my voice loud. "You rape me? Gang-bang me? You think I can´t han
BETHPolice work their way around the room, searching the building. White coveralled men appear... Forensics?"Charlotte!" James calls her, fury in his voice. "Here. Right now!"Her eyes roll towards him, then to Michael, who shrugs, folds his arms, looking at her with a ´Well, you´ve got it coming.´ expression. Certainly, there´s little sympathy there."He´s really mad at me, isn´t he?""Yes, he damn well is, and he´s not the only one."Glumly, she turns and slowly, makes her way to James, standing at the end of the room.He is livid. "What the Hell do think you were playing at there, Charlotte? What does it take to get you to behave in a reasonable fashion?" he hisses at her.Michael is listening in. Pacing the room, arms folded, he stares at the floor. Richard, holding me in his arms, is, just as clearly, paying close attention.James´ raised voice echoes through, furious. Charlotte is subdued, quiet."I´m sorry.""Are you? What exactly are you sorry for?""F
CHARLOTTEHe just lies there, eyes closed, unconscious.He´s normally so alive. Everything about him is alive. Even when he´s angry with me, I love it that he´s always on the move, in motion; thinking, talking, being him. To see him like this, so reduced...Please don´t leave me. Please...I miss you. Wake up, Master. Come back to me...Please wake up.-----"Would it help to hear our voices?" I ask the doctor. "Can he hear our voices?"The doctor shrugs. "We don´t know. Odd things happen in these cases. People who we believe are deeply unconscious, later report hearing conversations around them."Perhaps I could read to him?"It can´t do any harm."-----I sit in the armchair by his side, reading aloud from ... I struggled to choose what book to read to him, since it occurred to me, belatedly, that I have no idea what my Master reads for pleasure.I try to choose something classic instead, something appropriate; but ´Wuthering Heights´, with Cathy, Heathc
CHARLOTTEI´m trying to sleep, but can´t. Michael has his arms around me and drifts between sleeping and waking. From his breathing, I´d say he´s sleeping right now.Blurry-eyed, my head aching from too much crying, I watch my Master. He´s close, all but next to me after Michael pushed the two single beds together.His eyes blink open.He´s not focussed, his stare glazed, not fixing on anything.But he´s waking.I push back to my sleeping lover. "Michael! Michael!"Michael´s voice is confused, groggy. "What? Charlotte? What was that?""He opened his eyes. He´s waking up."But as I look back, and Michael sits up to see, my Master´s eyes are closed again.It doesn´t matter. He´s waking up... He´s getting better.-----I sit in the armchair by my Master´s side, reading to him. "... The way to live a long time - oh, a thousand years or more - is something between the way a child does it and the way a mature man does it. Give the future enough thought to be ready
CHARLOTTEMichael finger-fucking me from behind, my breath judders as I dip into the water jug by the side of the bed, wetting the pads of my fingers to tweak my nipples hard. They crinkle to tight nubs, and I raise my arms skywards to lift my breasts, displaying them to best effect. My hair, long and loose, cascades to my waist, but Michael sweeps it back over my shoulders, clearing the view for my Master.Fingers rubbing hard at my g-spot, a thumb working into my ass, I´m close to coming. I want to come. I want my Master to be able to watch me come. Flushed and sweating, I drop a hand to my clit, then use the other to stretch my lips apart, opening myself fully. Rubbing and working the tip of my bud, I find just the spot where...My pussy tenses, coils and trembles. Streaming hot inside my thighs, my sex shudders and quivers as my climax builds. Watching me, mesmerised, my Master follows my every move until, suppressing my urge to scream, I come...Shaking and bucking, I migh
CHARLOTTEI sit at the table, a screen dividing the room, separating us, as Klempner seats himself at the other side. His body language is all arrogance, insolence and ´Why am I bothering with this?´Two guards are here, one on either side of the screen, impassive but alert.Michael stays in the background, leaning against the wall, silent, purse-lipped, arms folded, watching. Klempner glances across at him, dismissively, then back at me. "That´d be Michael then? Where´s the other one? James, is it?"Michael tilts his head, but impassive, doesn´t speak."Yes, this is Michael," I say. "And James isn´t here because he´s recovering in hospital from when your friend Corby shot him."Klempner´s eyes widen.Surprised?"You didn´t know about that?"He sniffs. "No, they´d not told me that." He hesitates...So, what do you think of that then?"... What´s his condition?""He´ll live, but it was touch and go for a while.""And Corby?""Dead. The police took him down
CHARLOTTEMichael´s head swivels to me, but he doesn´t speak."So, you went back because they were paying you again?" says Klempner, still looking confused."No, they weren´t paying me. I went back because I wanted more of it. And later, I realised ... I wanted them.""You wanted them? Or you´d fallen in love with them?""Yes.""Both of them?""Yes, in different ways.""You didn´t choose between them? They didn´t try to make you choose?""Choose? Why would I choose? I love them both. They both love me. They get on together. Why should I choose?"Michael breaks in. "That´s what happened, isn´t it? With you and Conners. You both fell in love with Charlotte´s mother, and you made her choose between you. She chose Conners. And you murdered him for it, and took revenge on her."My heart pounding... Of course, that´s it... It´s so obvious when someone else sees it first.My Golden Lover. You see it every time, don´t you...Klempner´s face is a study in ... what? Reg