Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 168

My words trailed off. I was too tired to even finish the sentence.

"Where are... Emily"

Neither of them said anything to me. I simply shut my eyes and let myself be carried back into the warehouse, sure I would probably die there. Once again, I felt darkness overtake me.

My shins blossomed in pain as I felt something hard strike across them, and my eyes flew open... or tried to. Once again, a blindfold had been placed over them, preventing me from seeing who had just struck me.

"What!?" I bellowed, my voice coming out rough and a little hoarse.

"Someone wants to have a word with you," Leader sald. I could hear him standing just to my right.

"I'm not speaking to anyone until someone tells me what's happened to my people," I muttered.

No one said anything for a long moment, and I simply sat there in the chair, my head dropping back to my chest as I listened to the silence. Finally, someone said, "Would you give us the room, gentlemen?"

It was a woman. Her voice was cool and collected.

"Everybody out," the leader said, and I listened as several sets of footsteps began to fade. Nothing was said until everyone else was gone and the door shut. I sat there in silence, shivering, naked, and cold as water continued to drip off my body, not bothering to start a conversation. Every time I did, I'd been punished for it without receiving a single damn answer.

Finally, the woman asked a question. "Did you receive a flash drive from your grandfather?"

It took me a second to register what she asked, and even though I understood the words, the question didn't make sense. "What?"! asked.

"Did you receive a flash drive from your grandfather?"

I looked in her direction despite not being able to see anything." heard you. I just don't understand."

"Do you know what a flash drive is?"

"Yeah."

"Then I fail to see what the issue is."

"What the issue is?" I laughed at the absurdity of the situation. "Lady, I've been beaten for god knows how long. I don't know how long I've been here, but I've been asking what people want for hours, and no one will tell me a goddamn thing. I keep asking after my friends, and no one will answer me! Now, when I finally have someone who will actually talk to me, they're asking me about some flash drive my grandpa gave me?"

"That's correct."

"Who the fuck are you!?"

"Mr. Upton, that hardly matters. What does matter is that you're tied naked to a chair. You've been abused by mercenaries, and no one knows where you are. Emily and Natashya-"

"What about them?" asked, latching onto the first I'd heard of them since waking up here. "Are they alright?"

"Are being held against their will," she continued. "The only thing that matters is that we can release you and your friends if you cooperate."

"You haven't even given me the chance to cooperate!" I shouted. I was fucking done. Whoever this monotone bitch was, she was pissing me off, suggesting that I was the unreasonable one.

"I'm giving you that chance now," she said.

I stared in her general direction and considered my options now that I was getting information to work with, no matter how minuscule. I had no idea what she was talking about. I didn't know anything about a flash drive. Maybe there had been one among my grandfather's possessions. I hadn't exactly been thorough when searching through everything I had inherited. I'd been a little busy.

Still... whoever this woman was, she obviously didn't know that. I wasn't sure if they really had Emily or Natashya, but if this was what they were after, and they obviously needed me alive for it, then this was the only card I had to play. I needed to bluff.

"You want the flash drive?" I said. "I want to see my friends first."

The woman didn't reply, but I heard her approach me. Her footsteps reported her walking past and circling me before coming to a stop somewhere directly behind me. I felt fingertips lightly brush up one arm to my shoulder, and then a paim gently rested there.

"I'm aware of how you've been treated so far, Mr. Upton," the woman said. Her fingers danced over the damp skin around my collarbone before dipping down to play with the wet hair on my chest

"You've been beaten across your back with a military-grade truncheon, received two successive concussions, and likely have a fractured tibia. You've been punched and slapped across the face repeatedly by two different men. You're bleeding from three different places along your scalp. You've been urinated on, sprayed with a fire hose, stripped, deprived of sleep, waterboarded, and haven't eaten for the duration of your captivity. You've endured more than most... all without a request from your captors."

Her hand snaked down my abdomen and traced undiscenable patterns around my belly button. I could feel her breath on my face, and I bit my lip as I felt that familiar surge in my groin. I didn't exactly find this situation to be much of a turn-on, but soft tenderness felt so much more intense after having experienced so much abuse. Despite my sore muscles screaming at me and the shivering I was doing from exposure, I could feel my cock begin to stir as those fingers came dangerously close. It was strange, though. Her touch suggested intimacy and warmth, but her voice still held a certain coldness, making the situation even more

confusing.

"I'm sure you're aware of the proverb 'It's easier to catch flies with honey than vinegar," she continued.

Warm fingertips brushed my cock near the root, causing it to jump as i sucked in a breath of air, hardly believing what was happening to me. I didn't know what to say. I didn't dare say anything. If I'd learned anything about myself over the last two weeks, it was that, like other men, I had an Achilles heel when it came to being seduced by hot women. I'd made some questionable decisions, and considering my predicament, I couldn't trust myself to make even worse choices

"I'm sure you would find my skills in pleasuring men preferable to being beaten, and I would make sure the latter stopped altogether." Her fingers wrapped around my thickening member, and I

clenched my teeth so she couldn't have the satisfaction of hearing my groan.

After everything I'd suffered, what she was doing now felt good!