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He moves faster, taking his pleasure from my mouth. I hold on to his thighs tightly and wish I could look at him, that I wasn’t wearing a blindfold. I want to see the pleasure rip through his body and the loss of control on his face. I want to see him.

He groans and utters a long quiet “Fuuuuuck.”

He pumps into my mouth again, deep into my throat, and growls “Swallow.”

I do, I can feel his cock twitching in my mouth as his release slides down my throat.

“Swallow” he grunts again, and I continue to swallow until I feel his grip relax from my hair.

His arms wrap around under my shoulders, suddenly I’m in the air and he sits me on the desk. I feel him stand between my thighs, his hands resting loosely at my pussy.

He grips my hair and pulls my ear to his lips and murmurs, “We need to talk.”

He places my hands at the back of his neck and asks, “Who are you?”

I bow my head, and say, “I’m no one.”

I feel his grip tighten on my thigh, “You have to be someone, I’ve been told I have to get you out.”

I shrug my shoulders, and ask “How?”

“Fuck if I know” he murmurs.

“Listen, I get some privileges here, one of them is you. All the other men in the stocks are employees of the Reform. I don’t know how this works. But I need you to trust me and tell me what you know.”

I lean close to his ear and whisper, “I don’t know anything, a woman here told me I need to trust Declan, 6457. But that’s all I know, she said she would help.”

His hand tightens on my other thigh, and he whispers, “How the fuck do you know my-” and he pauses at the whooshing sound of the power returning. “Power is on, our time is up.”

I hear the lock disengage and the echoing sounds of many doors opening. I hear footsteps in the hallway, and he kisses me on the forehead,

“The men are all leaving. Stay safe Angel. Two nights off, I’ll see you on night three.”

I feel movement, air moving around my body, and I sense that he’s gone. I slip off the blindfold, and I hear the elevator doors close. I scurry to the door and peek out in the hall; the elevator is packed with nude men. The lights go out and I see nothing.

Gift Horse

Declan

I’m in the yard, building a wall with large rocks, and mortar. It’s humid today and it feels like I’m breathing in water.

I can smell the rain coming, but it’s a trick of my mind. It almost never rains. Despite the cold, I’m sweating with the effort of moving rocks, one after another.

My mind is whirling with everything that has happened over the last week. Who in here knows my real name? I’ve never told it to anyone. What else do they know about me? I have my secrets like most people.

And my Angel, my naughty girl peeking her head out the doorway in the stocks last night.Fuck. I also don’t know what to make of the email message I received and what that means for me, and for her, 8675. Did the message come from inside the camp, or are messages coming in with power surges? What if the power grid is still intact somewhere and the internet still functions when it’s juiced up?

I know there has to be Resistance outside, and obviously, everyone inside the camp played a role in the resistance. But are they organizing a new attack on the New Reform?How do I fit into all this? How does she fit into all this?

The bell rings and we all move toward the buildings heading for the chute. Hopefully, there will be some kind of mystery meat for dinner because I’m tired of slop. There will be no stock visits for me tonight, so nothing to look forward to today or tomorrow. I sigh and trudge forward, forcing myself to focus on my plants and what I can try next to encourage growth.

I’m stopped by a superior, who waves me into the wing of the building with staff offices.

Fuck, there goes my date with mystery meat. Now I get to entertain the fucktards with no dinner.

I follow him outside the doorway of an open office where my Angel stands, zip-tied and disheveled. Her hair is mussed and she’s a mess, dirt smudged on her cheek and caked on her hands. Her uniform is torn down the front.

Is that fucking duct tape holding her clothing together?

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