The Retreat Ch. 11

The Retreat

Chapter 11

It had been a couple of days since Sara returned from the cottage. She didn't have anything scheduled with any clients, as she had been booked out for the rest of the week, but she was starting to feel restless. Gail had stopped by a couple of times and they did get to spend some time together, which did make Sara feel good, but still, something seemed... off. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Regardless, she didn't feel like being alone, so she headed down to the lounge to see what was going on.

When she entered, she saw the familiar groupings of people. Some were reading, others watching a movie, and one group still playing their game. She didn't see Susan or Carl though, which made her feel a bit disappointed. She picked up a random book from the shelf and tried to read a bit, but her mind kept wandering, and couldn't focus. The notes from Mr. E, Dave, Gail, Leah, and all of it kept swirling around her head. She needed something to distract her. Her initial thought was to go visit Leah again, and maybe take her up on that free use, but the warnings from those notes gave her second thoughts. With a sigh, she put the book down and decided to just go for a walk. Maybe walking would help her clear her head a bit.

Sara just let her feet guide her and she wandered around the long corridors of the house. She thought of her time and experiences here so far. The people she had met and fucked. She thought of "Dave" and what he must be doing. Those feelings she felt while in the cottage welled back up when she thought of him. She decided that she wasn't really in love with him but in love with the idea of being in such a relationship. She thought she had it once before, but when it ended, so did those feelings. She wasn't sure what she should do about it though. She knew that she wouldn't find such a relationship here. At least that note had been right about one thing, everything here was a lie.

That thought seemed to stick with her. She stopped and looked around, not realizing how long she had walked, or where she was exactly. It took her a moment to get her bearings. She realized that she was standing in front of Carl's room. She looked at his door for a moment, then acted on impulse and knocked.

"Come in," Carl called from inside.

Sara opened the door and stepped inside. Carl's room was much like hers. Same old English style, but with some small differences. For one, a large intricate quilt hung on one wall. In the corner stood a large table with various sewing machines and fabric piled on top of it. She must have looked confused because Carl just laughed when she took it all in.

"You've discovered my guilty pleasure," Carl grinned.

"I like to quilt. My grandmother taught me how to do it years ago. Didn't really have much to do with it until I got here. It helps me relax and stay centered," he explained.

"Now, what can I do for you?"

Sara didn't really know what to say. Carl certainly didn't seem like the type who was into quilting, let alone arts and crafts in general. She took him as the typical frat boy who drank and played video games. She wasn't even sure why she was here.

"Um... sorry. I was just walking and..." Sara stammered, feeling awkward.

"It's cool. Come on in, have a seat," Carl said, inviting her to sit down on the couch.

"Can I get you something to eat? Or something to drink?" he asked.

"No thank you. I'm fine," Sara replied, sitting down on the couch.

"So, what's up?" Carl asked, leaning forward attentively.

"I'm not entirely sure," Sara said, starting to feel anxious,

"Something just feels... off..."

Carl just nodded in understanding.

"I know exactly what you mean. I've been feeling the same way for a while now too. I've tried talking to my Handler, Chris, but he just seems to brush it off and says it's nothing to worry about. But, I know something is going on. My spider sense had been tingling," he said with a grin.

Despite his light tone, Sara could sense that this was bothering him as well. She wasn't sure if she should press him on it, or not. He seemed like a solid guy, but she wasn't quite ready to trust him fully yet. She decided to change the subject.

"So tell me, what kind of things have you done for clients since you've been here?" Sara asked.

The question seemed to catch him off guard. He blinked and thought about it for a moment before answering,

"Well, I supposed the same types of things you do. Generally, just fuck, or provide a bit of eye candy when needed," he said with a chuckle.

"One of my first sessions with a client was pretty wild though. It was a party of sorts. Not really a bachelorette party, but they certainly were celebrating something. Anyway, they had me strapped spread eagle to the wall and would take turns sucking my cock, or fucking me. They would all cheer on the girl while she was using me, then give her big hugs and kisses when she finished. A some point they started to have an orgy among themselves when they weren't using me. It's a good thing Chris had given me some sort of pill beforehand. I came a lot that night but was back in action pretty quickly afterward. I still don't know what it was all about."

Sara was starting to get turned on while Carl was telling his story. She glanced down and noticed the bulge in his pants starting to form as well. She didn't think about what she was doing but just acted. She slipped off the couch and knelt in front of Carl, quickly undoing his belt and sliding his pants down. She wanted his cock right now. Carl's eyes grew wide as he realized what was happening, but didn't fight it. It was clear he wanted this too.

Sara quickly took his cock into her mouth, her hand stroking him as she sucked. Carl's moans grew louder as she stroked his cock and licked the tip. He started to buck his hips in response, and Sara let him fuck her mouth. She felt his hands push down on her head as he drove his cock in and out of her mouth. She felt her pussy grow wet and begging for attention. She slid her hand inside her pants and began rubbing her clit while Carl face fucked her. Her whole body trembled with pleasure, but she needed more.

She stood up and removed her pants and panties, while Carl slid his pants the rest of the way off. She quickly straddled him while he sat on the couch, guiding his cock into her waiting pussy. She moaned as Carl fucked her. She let him take control and drive his cock deep inside her. She gasped as orgasm after orgasm exploded inside her. She once again became lost to the pleasure and let herself be swept away. When she finally felt Carl release his load deep inside her, she climbed down off of him, breathing heavily and still shaking from the multiple orgasms. She gathered up her clothes and left without a word, returning back to her room.

Sara stood in the shower, letting the hot water soak into her. She didn't know why she just fucked Carl. It was good, but it wasn't something she had planned on doing. She felt bad for doing it, and she couldn't say why. She shouldn't have just left him like that, but she felt she needed to leave. She would have to try to explain it to him later and apologize. But she didn't know how to begin to explain what just happened.

Sara had finished her shower, gotten dressed, and was lying on the bed, still trying to wrap her mind around what just happened. She was brought out of her thoughts when her door burst open. She sat up in alarm, half expecting Carl, but was surprised when Gail ran into the room.

"You're dressed, good. Get some shoes on, we don't have much time," Gail ordered, that no-nonsense tone was strong in her voice.

Sara leapt to obey but still looked at Gail in puzzlement.

"What's going on?" Sara asked, sounding frantic and pulling on some tennis shoes.

Gail quickly stuck her head out into the hallway and looked both ways before pulling the door closed.

"I'll explain later, but for now we need to hurry," Gail said gravely.

Her voice had taken on an edge of fear and urgency as she spoke, prompting Sara to finish quickly and follow Gail out into the hallway. They walked quickly through the house, Gail practically dragging Sara behind her.

"What's going on?" Sara demanded and they rushed down the halls.

Gail glanced backward as if to check if they were being followed, then spoke quickly in a hushed voice,

"I am Mr. E. I've been working undercover for the FBI for the past 5 years, helping gather evidence to get this place shut down for good. There is going to a be raid against this place any minute now."

What the actual fuck!? She thought, and let herself be pulled along.

"Now hurry, there isn't much time. We've got to get you out before it's too late," Gail growled, and continued her hurried march toward the back doors.

Sara felt numb. She didn't know what to say or think. Gail was the one who slipped those notes under her door. How many others did she try to warn? She couldn't get everyone out could she?

"Wait!" Sara hissed, ripping her arm from Gail's grasp, and stumbling to a halt.

"What about the others? Carl? Susan? Nathan? Are you just going to leave them!?" Sara demanded.

"I only have time to get one of you. I only just learned of the raid a few minutes ago. The others will be safe, I promise, but I didn't want to leave you here when it happened" Gail explained, carefully watching the hallways as she spoke.

"But now is not the time for that, we need to go. NOW," she said and grabbed Sara's arm again.

Sara shrugged her off, and follow along side her as they continued down the hallway. She wasn't about to be dragged along any further. She realized that she did want to get out of this place, and that's what was causing her to feel the way she had been the past few days. She hurried along with Gail without another word.

When they reached the back door, Gail put a finger to her lips, and slowly opened it, poking her head out as if searching for something.

"It looks clear, let's go," Gail said and led Sara out into the cool dark night.

They slowly and carefully made their way across the lawn, ducking behind shrubs and potted plants along the way. Gail acted like they were being hunted from the way she moved.

"What's wrong?" Sara whispered, careful not to be too loud.

"There's cameras everywhere. They are always watching," Gail explained in a hushed voice,

"If we can make it to the woods, we would be okay."

They both continued on as if trying to stalk rabbits. Moving slowly and taking shelter behind whatever they could find along the way. Before long they were almost to the tree line and safety. Gail peeked cautiously over the small bush they crouched behind, looking for any sign of pursuit. After not finding anything she sat back down with a sigh.

"We are almost there. It's open ground from here to the trees, so we are going to have to run for it," Gail said sounding grim.

Sara just nodded and looked toward the trees. It was about two hundred yards or so she thought. It wouldn't be that bad. And if no one had come after them yet, it was a good bet they wouldn't notice them anyway. She felt Gail grip her hand in the dark. She couldn't see her face clearly, but heard her whisper,

"I love you. Now run!!"

Sara bolted and ran as fast as she could toward the tree line. She heard Gail running and panting right behind her. She didn't look back but kept her eyes on the trees. She was almost free.

An odd whizzing sound brushed past her ear as she ran. She didn't recognize it, but the realization of what it was hit her when she heard the gunshot. They had seen them! She pushed her legs to run faster. Her lungs began to burn as she gulped for more air. Another whiz and another gunshot. Adrenaline had flooded her body now, and fear pushed her faster than before. Another gunshot shattered the night air and she ran on. She was almost there, just a few more yards.

As she ran past the first few trees, she glanced back to look for Gail, but she couldn't see much in the gloom. She suddenly crashed into something large and fell down on her butt with a grunt. Panic took over as she saw the large silhouette of a man standing before her. He quickly knelt down and placed a hand over her mouth.

"Shhh... FBI," The man said in a gruff voice.

"You're not safe just yet. Come with me."

Sara was in shock, but let the man help her up and lead her deeper into the woods. It wasn't long before they arrived at a campsite that must have been their headquarters. The man led Sara into a large tent in the middle of the site. She was blinded for a moment by the bright lights from the lanterns inside and just stood there blinking for a moment. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She didn't know if it was from the running, or if she was just scared.

Probably a bit of both she thought.

When her eyes had adjusted to the light she took a look around the place. Tables with computers, men dressed in black tactical gear coming and going. One man, she assumed was the one who brought her in, stood talking to someone wearing a blue jacket with FBI emblazoned on the back. The man nodded as he listened, and kept casting glances at her direction.

When the other man finished talking, the one in charge, she assumed, walked toward her and extended his hand.

"I am Special Agent Crawford. Please have a seat," he said, gesturing to a nearby cot.

Sara sat down and eyed Crawford suspiciously. She wasn't super fond of law enforcement in general. Not that she had anything against them, just felt uneasy whenever she was around people in uniform.

"I'm sorry, but your friend, Gail, didn't make it," Crawford said, his face weary and he sounded genuinely sad.

"She helped bring this investigation at great risk to herself. She knew what could happen by doing so."

Sara just stared at him in open disbelief. Gail couldn't be dead! She was her friend, lover, and, and... Tears started rolling down her face before she knew that they were there. Images of Gail played through her head. She recalled meeting her for the first time only a few short weeks ago. She remembered her ready laugh and her kindness. She felt drawn to and attached to the woman from the very first time she laid eyes on her. Now she was gone.

It took her a moment to realize that Agent Crawford had asked her a question.

"Huh?" she said dumbly, wiping her eyes.

"What's your name?" Agent Crawford repeated.

"Sara," Sara replied stiffly.

"Well Sara, we are going to take you to the doctors and have them take a look at you, to make sure you are okay. Afterward, I'll have someone take your statement. You're not in any trouble. Leah and The Retreat are all to blame here. We'll keep you safe, don't worry," Crawford said, reaching out and giving her shoulder a sympathetic squeeze before standing up and walking over to a table loaded with maps.

"Hi. I'm Karine," a friendly voice sounded as Sara watched Agent Crawford walk away.

Sara turned back to the voice and found a cute blonde woman standing in front of her. She wore one of the blue FBI jackets and had a friendly smile.

"Hi," Sara said, still feeling overwhelmed and more than a little confused.

"Come on, we have a medic close by. Let's go get you checked out, and make sure you aren't hurt," Karine smiled.

Her smile and voice did put Sara a little more at ease, but she still felt as if she were watching all of this from outside her body. It was all so unreal. She followed Karine to the medic's tent without a word and ducked inside when she held the flap open for her. It was brightly lit, with a smile examination table in the center. A tall woman in a lab coat that Sara took for the doctor, glanced up from the papers scattered across a desk in the corner and waved them in.

"Come on in! I'm Dr. Brent," the woman said, taking Sara's hand in a firm handshake.

"Please, have a seat. This won't take long."

Sara climbed onto the table not really paying attention. Her mind kept wandering back to Gail and her smile. She could still feel her touch on her skin, hear her voice and her lovely southern accent.

She felt the tears rolling down her face again, but she didn't care. Her Gail was dead. She couldn't help but blame herself.

She answered the doctor's questions mechanically. No, she wasn't injured. Yes, they took good care of her. No, she wasn't abused.

The examination didn't take long, and Karine led her to a much smaller tent when they were finished. Inside was just an empty table and a couple of chairs. A lantern hanging from the ceiling provided some light. It wasn't super bright, but enough to see clearly. Karine pulled out a chair, and motioned for Sara to sit, then sat in the other chair across from her. She slid a yellow legal pad and a pen across the table to Sara.

"Please, write down everything you can remember about your time there. Anything at all. Don't worry about spelling or grammar, just get as much of it out as you can," Karine said gently.

Sara just stared blankly at the pad. The only thing she could think of was Gail.

"It's okay. I know you're upset about what happened to your friend. Take your time," Karine said.

Sara took a deep breath and just began writing. She started with meeting Leah at the bar and moved on from there. She wrote about Gail, the notes, the sessions she had, and anything she could recall. It hurt when she wrote about Dave, but she just wiped her tears and pressed on. When she finally finished, her hand was cramped, and she had filled up more than a few pages. She felt completely exhausted and began to feel a little wobbly. Her eyes had started to go blurry toward the end, but now she couldn't keep them open. She felt her head falling forward and resting on the table. She was vaguely aware of Karine shaking her and asking her something. Then everything drifted to black, and she knew no more.