Haven (6)

Ajora

Outside the window Ajora looked on as her sister worked her magic in the next room, and to her side she felt Sofia approach.

"How's she doing?" asked the Commander lightly as she sidled up.

"Like a duck in water," said Ajora approvingly, "She's a natural. I just hope she doesn't get too carried away, I think she's crushing a little bit. Worse things have happened, though... The other?"

"Still unconscious. I think we may need to have a word at the next meeting about proper dosages. I know it was an intense fight but they definitely went overboard with him. Fortunately he's a big guy or the consequences might have been worse."

"And the woman?" asked Ajora curiously.

"Furious. But also as exhausted as the others. I'm hoping once she's had a chance to sleep she'll be a little more reasonable. We set her up in the guest dormitory. I locked her in for now, we can't let her roam until she's on board."

"Understood."

Together they watched through the glass as Sadie gently kissed and teased her new toy, fondling and touching him gently where she liked while he squirmed and protested helplessly. Sofia smiled and rolled her eyes as she turned away. "Don't let her enjoy herself too much," she said with a wink as she moved to leave.

"Aye, Commander," said Ajora with a grin of her own.

*****

Her

Sadie led Andrew out of the room by his leash. Between his intense lack of sleep, physical exhaustion, and the erotic onslaught he had just endured, he looked totally shellshocked. The boy didn't even seem to notice Ajora standing there as he was drawn past her. Sadie gave her a quick smile as she led her conquest out the double doors and towards the elevators.

She maneuvered him firmly back into the corner of the lift before he could consider any aspect of the situation he found himself in, and began kissing him once more. She gave him no time to intellectually process anything else that was happening to him, other than her soft lips against his.

Sadie alternated between teasing him with her tongue and pulling back a bit to stare deeply into his eyes as he struggled feebly against the bindings that rendered his wrists useless. The lift came to a halt and Sadie exited, walking slowly down the corridor leading her new thrall in the direction of the cafeteria. He followed her in something of a fugue state, bewildered and confused as she gently tugged him along, her leash connected to the ring encircling his balls. She brought him down the hallway towards another set of double doors, stopping just outside to turn and face him.

Her hand ran along his caged sex and then up his torso as she whispered to him, "I can feel how exhausted you are ... I want to give you a meal before you clock out. This is our dining hall, just stay with me for a few more minutes ... okay?" she asked earnestly as she brought him into the sprawling room. The area was large but fairly empty at this time of night, and almost all the benches and tables were open as she drew him forward carefully. He barely seemed to process the space around him as Sadie pulled him along to a stool that sat near the end of a larger table.

Sadie made him sit, before reaching down and connecting his caged parts to an anchor below him. He was so exhausted that he barely registered this new restraint. Despite her better judgement, Sadie couldn't resist giving her new toy a quick kiss on his cheek as she moved away, leaving him trapped and exposed.

He wriggled weakly in his restraints, a gesture more performative than effective, as she walked off. Sadie gathered what she needed and returned a few moments later, holding a tray in her hands. She set it on the table in front of them and sat by his side. Steam rising from a bowl of broth directly in front of him filled his senses as his eyes widened. She raised the small bowl towards him as she started toying with the spoon that lay within it.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, "I can't free your wrists this time, so you'll just have to tolerate this."

And then she was lifting the spoon to his mouth.

He reacted almost automatically, submissively accepting each spoonful as she brought it up. Any humiliation or embarrassment he might have been feeling seemed to melt away instantly as the incredible broth met his lips. Sadie maintained a slow & steady pace as she fed him, one spoonful at a time. She had brought a single piece of bread with her, and dipped it in the broth before raising it up to his lips. The meal might as well have been a dreamstate for him.

"Almost done, then I'll take you to your quarters, where a soft bed awaits you," she said kindly.

A short while later Sadie was leading him through new hallways, towards the secure wing of the dormitories. At last, they arrived at a room that had another one-way mirror looking into it, and she brought him in towards a bed in the corner.

Sadie gently pushed him down onto the bed, and her eyebrows raised in surprise as he didn't even react or move, he just sat there. It was as though he had forgotten how to go to sleep. She raised her hand and softly guided him to the side, and as his head hit the pillow he was unconscious almost instantly.

A surge of concern and guilt ran through her as she looked at him, but his breath was steady as he lay there sleeping. He seemed okay. She stroked his face softly once, and then reached behind him to release his wrists from the cuffs that had held him, before standing up. Taking a final glance down at him, she turned away and left.

"Careful Sis," a friendly voice called out quietly as she exited the room. Ajora stood near the window, leaning against the wall. Sadie looked up at her sharply, ready to argue, but her sister raised her hands in mock surrender.

"I mean well..." she said as Sadie glared at her, "You just seem rather taken with him. There's nothing wrong with that, but remember what has to happen. You're going to have to share."

Sadie relaxed slightly as Ajora smiled at her.

"I know," she said, allowing the knot in her chest to unfurl as she looked up at her older sister. "He's sweet," she acknowledged. "I'm not sure I've ever encountered someone that tired before."

"I don't know if any of them have really slept since the Citadel fell. They're all pretty wired."

"Do we know what happened yet?" Sadie asked curiously.

"No. Maybe you can find out more once he wakes up. Seems like it's going to be a minute, though," said Ajora with a smirk as she turned to leave.

*****

Him

The motherfucker simply wouldn't listen.

As the de facto second-in-command of the Citadel, Andrew had argued furiously with its leader, trying desperately to convince him that something was wrong. There was no way the security breaches and inventory failures they had been noticing over the previous weeks were coincidences. Either they had an infiltrator in their midst, or a massive rat was eating their stock and nibbling at their perimeter wires.

But Thomas just wouldn't hear it. His protocols were 'infallible.' No one in his little commune was going to outsmart him or go over his head. It was about 4 days before the Citadel finally collapsed that Andrew thought about fleeing for the first time. He should have run the second he realized how stubborn and stupid Thomas was being, but he felt too much responsibility to the rest of the settlement. Thomas carried the aura of authority well, but wielded it poorly. When things were easy and straightforward it worked out, but he was insecure and proud. Once things grew complicated he quickly became a menace.

On the day before shit hit the fan Andrew had tried to convince some of the others to run with him, but the familiarity and comfort of the Citadel was too irresistible for them. Hot meals, a warm bed, and the regularity of routine was enough to cloud their judgement. When everything blew up the next day Andrew had tried with all his might to rally others and salvage the situation, but the overwhelming influx of walkers quickly reduced his choices to approximately one after that.

A horde had been nearby, and the whole settlement was on noise curfew when it all went to ruin. Someone, almost certainly the mole Andrew had been warning about for weeks by then, had placed explosives along the fenceline and blown a hole in it large enough for 20 walkers to come through at a time. If that hadn't been enough, they set off a number of fire crackers, causing an enormously audible ruckus that attracted any stray walkers within the nearest mile.

As the horde had poured into their settlement, Andrew and a few others recognized its fate and made a run for it. The subsequent days were a blur of sprinting, wheezing, vomiting and very brief napping. When the girl had finally captured him with her netgun it was almost a relief, although much of it didn't register in his memory. The last, vague recollection he had was of her fingers stroking his face, guiding him down to his side as a soft pillow met his cheek, and then nothing but darkness.

The next thing he knew was her touch on his shoulder, shaking him softly.

"Wake up, Andrew," she said quietly as she rocked him. His eyes fluttered open, and her gorgeous face was the first thing to meet his vision. She was so pretty... Had he died? It took more than a moment for him to even remember who she was and what he was doing there, but a second later it came crashing through his memory. He recoiled from her in fear, and her face fell as he saw his panic.

"It's okay," she said hurriedly, "please don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."

A small, impressed smile crossed her lips as she looked down at him and reached out to touch him on his shoulder again. "You've been asleep for almost 30 hours straight," she whispered emphatically. "I just want to give you some more food. Then you can go back to sleep."

He stared at her in confusion. Andrew could barely remember where he was or what had happened. This girl had taken control of him? She was in charge. He felt a sense of anxiety as he looked up at her, but her sweet smile alleviated much of his concern. He relaxed slightly as she ran her hand down his arm.

"It's okay ... are you hungry?" she asked with a genuine tone.

Suddenly the profound emptiness of his stomach was brought into focus by her question, and he felt it cramping as he looked up at her. He nodded gingerly, afraid to express too much more.

"Alright," she said earnestly, "I'm going to leave for a minute and let you use the bathroom if you need. When you're done, stand by the door and face away from it, alright?" She stood up and exited the room, leaving him blinking in something of a daze.

After a moment, he staggered to his feet and moved to the small room adjacent. Inside was a toilet and sink, nothing more. Over the washbasin it looked as though a mirror may once have been mounted on the wall, but had since been removed. He searched in vain for anything else, but the room was otherwise barren.

When he was finished, he came back into the main room and looked around it, as if seeing it for the first time. The wall to his right had a pair of windows, but their blinds were drawn down and bars ran along them. Across from him along the far wall was the small bed he had been sleeping in, and to his left was a one way mirror that had a table running underneath it. At the end of the mirror nearest him was the door to the room, which appeared normal apart from a small hatch half way up it. These weren't quarters, this was a prison cell.

He tried to come up with something, anything he could do to effect some kind of escape or plan ... but his head was still remarkably fuzzy and sluggish. He just couldn't think properly. And as he stood there, his stomach grumbled loudly again and cramped in pain. Reluctantly, he moved towards the door and turned around, placing his hands behind his back in anticipation of what was coming. He heard the hatch slide open and Sadie's delicate fingers take his wrists, cuffing them together firmly.

The hatch closed and the door opened as Sadie came in smiling brightly.

"Good boy, Andrew," she said. The leash dangled visibly from her hand and he grimaced resentfully.

She giggled a little as she saw his expression. "I see you're getting a bit of your feistyness back, that's a good sign. I'm going to leash you and take you to the cafeteria now, okay?" She reached between his legs and he reflexively backed away, but he found himself in the corner almost immediately. She walked slowly towards him, a sultry and dominant look on her face, and reached again.

He thought about trying to kick her, as his legs were free, but dismissed the idea. He had no idea where he was, the building was huge, and he was still naked and cuffed. Poor odds. He turned his head away, sighing in frustration. She clipped a short leash onto the ring that surrounded his testicles and he squirmed in protest, but there was little he could do to stop her.

"Nice and slow," she said softly as she pulled him towards the door.

She sashayed in front of him as she led him back down the maze of corridors, and this time he tried to get a sense of direction and orientation within the building ... but he kept getting distracted by the sway of her incredible ass as she walked ahead, clad only in little cotton shorts and a tight t-shirt which accentuated her curves.

When they arrived at the dining hall there were far more people occupying it this time, and as they entered the hum of conversation in the room ceased immediately. Many heads turned their way as Sadie led him towards the end of a long bench. Embarrassment flooded through his system as he felt the stares of 20 women moving all over him excitedly. It was like being a piece of meat tossed into a den of hungry lionesses.

Sadie clipped him to the bench and then moved off towards the tray line. He chanced some glances around the room and found most of the women were still eyeing him up and down. A single other male, older than him by some years, sat next to a woman at one of the other tables eating. He was likewise naked, but unrestrained and unresistant, and didn't look up from his food as the buzz of talk began to return to the hall.

Sadie reappeared, setting a tray with a larger bowl of broth and a few pieces of bread in front of him, and then moved to sit on the table directly next to it. She slid her slippers off and placed her feet on the bench by his side. Her toenails had a coat of brilliant green on them that reflected the color of her eyes. He realized he was staring at them and snapped his head away as she giggled softly, before realizing she was holding out a spoonful of broth once more. He looked at her briefly and saw a pleased, almost smug expression on her face. He let out a sharp, quiet sigh of irritation, and then began accepting the broth. It really was delicious for being such a simple dish - rich and nutritious.

Sadie broke the pieces of bread in two when he had eaten about half the bowl and dipped them, feeding them to him one at a time. As he was finishing the bowl, a figure appeared by their side and he looked up to see the older girl - Ajora was her name - sliding into the seat opposite him.

She smiled rather knowingly. Leaning forward, she placed her chin on her hand and said quietly, "So, how are you feeling Andrew?"

His nostrils flared the tiniest bit as he swallowed, and looked away from her.

"He's feeling much feistier today, aren't you babe?"

His jaw tightened as he maintained his stare diligently on his now empty bowl, but then he flinched in surprise as Sadie's fingers touched under his chin, bringing his gaze up to meet hers.

"Don't worry, we'll see to that," she said with an almost sinister grin.

Shortly after, Sadie led him back through the complex towards his 'quarters,' and he began to feel his head growing heavy again. When they arrived the bed in the corner had been made fresh, and looked profoundly inviting. Sadie made him lay in it, but this time attached cuffs to his ankles that were anchored to the base of the bed, albeit with significant slack. He looked at her questioningly as she moved to do the same with his wrists, but she just smiled scoldingly at him.

"Sorry Andrew, but as you get your energy back I'm going to have to be stricter with you until you understand and accept your place here," she said calmly as she exchanged the cuffs binding his wrists together with ones linked to the headboard. Once she was finished, she stood up and moved to leave. Stopping at the door, she looked back at him and smiled encouragingly, "when you wake up next time I think you'll feel much better, and then we can get started."

Andrew was not at all encouraged by the thought of what that meant. He didn't think sleep would come easily in these restraints and immediately began testing them, but they were perfectly measured in length such that one hand was just out of reach of the other. He lay back in frustration, and to his surprise found sleep sneaking up on him swiftly.

Apparently 30 hours straight was not quite enough to purge his exhaustion.