Captive

Chapter 12

Sergey wakes up next to the woman he chose. He had f****d her as violently as his soul could imagine, and the woman had been seriously hurt. He looks at the sleeping witch. She looked more faint than asleep and her face expressed pain.

Sergey's heart sank in his chest. Ever since he chose that path, he had done things he had never imagined himself capable of doing. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He missed Duke, to calm him down, to tell him that all the evil he had done and would still do, was for a good cause. But are the things he has to do justified for a good future? He couldn't think about it. He couldn't go back now. Especially when he was so close to breaking into the organization he wanted to destroy.

He gets up, takes a shower and gets dressed. When he approaches the bed, the woman wakes up and recoils, afraid of him. Well, he really did things to her that he can't even think about.

- You were perfect. Finally, some good s*x. Congratulations. I'll try to buy you and take you with me. Being able to f**k you like this every day and every hour, I felt like it was perfect. Having the chance to kill you when I come inside you will be your future.

The words came out of his mouth as his stomach churned. The woman looks at him in panic and cries.

He leaves the room assigned to him, and advances through the house, being immediately approached by a guard.

- Sir, breakfast is served. Mr. Hernández is waiting for you. Follow me.

It was obvious that the guard had spent the night watching the door. Trust was zero. He would not be allowed to walk around the house or find out where that house was located.

Sergey nods and follows the guard.

When he arrives in the dining room, he sees Diego sitting, eating, and his other s*x slaves, naked, sitting on the floor at his feet, while he feeds them whatever he wants.

- Sergey, friend. Sit down. Sit down. Help yourself to whatever you want. If something you like and it's not on the table, you can ask and I certainly have it.

- I'm not one for big breakfasts. A good coffee and some toast is enough.

- Whatever you want, friend. As you please.

Sergey sits down and a waiter immediately serves him a large coffee. Another waitress runs to bring hot, fresh toast.

Sergey stretches out his hand and generously spreads butter on the toast, and puts one in his mouth. Chewing slowly.

- So, friend, tell me. What was it like f*****g a creature?

Sergey looks at the man and feels a huge desire to kill him with his own hands.

- The best s*x of my life. I must say that I have never had so much fun. It was amazing. What I've always been looking for.

- Well, I saw what you did all night. You have very sadistic tastes. – Diego says, laughing.

Sergey puts down the toast and looks at Diego.

- What do you mean by "saw"? Have you been watching me?

- Friend Sergey has to understand. This business, in addition to being secret, is completely illegal. Whoever provides these unique pleasures commits what we humans refer to as heinous crimes. Furthermore, all these creatures have their own laws and civilizations. Hidden or not, they exist. I cannot take the risk of bringing a client into the organization without checking all the details. With us, the risk is zero.

Sergey leans back in his chair sipping his coffee.

- So does that mean that tonight was a test? Did I pass the test?

- With maximum marks. In fact, it never gave me so much pleasure to see a client f**k a creature.

- Do you know that it won't go well if you use this film to blackmail me?

- Don't be afraid. Nothing was filmed. The camera just transmits and I watch.

Diogo reaches into his pocket and takes out a black card, the size of a credit card, without a single letter, just with a silver moon drawn on it and an implanted chip. He sets the card down on the table and pushes it until it is within Sergey's reach.

- This card is your entry into the home of your dreams. If you thought that what you experienced last night was good, imagine what you will feel when you see the house of your dreams. It's not cheap, I'm warning you right now. There is no price to pay for satisfying our needs and desires.

He reaches into his pocket again and takes out a new card, this time red and with a telephone number written in black.

- The card I gave you with my number. I would like you to give it back to me. There is no need for any loose ends.

Sergey takes out his wallet and the card inside, handing it to Diego. He put the red card next to the chipped card that was on the table.

- This is the number you will contact to agree on the date and time for the visit. You will be asked to go to a certain place and then you will be transported by car, just like yesterday. The place will remain secret. Once inside, you will be presented with the merchandise to choose from and you will know the amount to pay.

- And will the rooms be under surveillance? I wouldn't like to be paying to f**k while others enjoy watching me.

- No friend. If that were the case, I wouldn't tell him that I had seen you. Here is your final test. There, you are a customer. The secret is the soul of the business. Remember, you can't tell anyone this, firstly because you'll never go back there if you open your mouth, secondly, because the owners are very powerful, and a foul-mouthed customer is a risk. It can be dangerous for your life.

Sergey grabs the cards and puts them in his wallet. Take his toast and finish eating.

- I can't wait to go there. My c**k pulses from imagining myself f*****g a wolf or a mermaid.

Diogo laughs out loud.

- By the way, the merchandise you used tonight is not for sale. - says Diego with a wink.

Adam had showered and dressed. He had scrubbed himself like never before and tried to remove any trace left by the disgusting doctor from inside him. He felt better and was sure that the owner wouldn't give him another minute to rest.

As he expected, a guard opens the door and signals him. He gets up and walks in front of the man. Once again, he would be used. His wolf didn't let himself be felt, and after so many years, he no longer had the strength to resist. Men, women, whoever it was, he expected everything. Humans were strange, and had very unhealthy s****l desires. How could anyone find the things that they do to him “normal”? Well, it probably wasn't all humans, but he only knew those who worked there and who used him.

The room this time was the rainbow room. He had rarely entered that room, and he didn't know what to expect.

The guard opens the door and he is pushed inside.

When he looks around, he only sees a very old man, probably over 80 years old, sitting in a wheelchair. This was going to be very time-consuming, and it would probably require a lot of effort on his part to get the man to lift his d**k, then f**k him so he could go back to the cell.

Another man comes up behind him, making him startle.

- Grandfather, he is perfect.

The old man makes a lascivious laugh.

- You come with me. You're going to change your clothes.

Adam followed. A red evening dress, women's lingerie, high-heeled shoes and paintings were what awaited him.

Without any excuse, Adam undresses under the eyes of the old man and the younger man, and puts on the clothes he was destined for. He puts on his shoes and looks at the younger man.

- Sit down. I'll put makeup on you.

Adam sits down, and the man takes off his makeup and paints Adam's face. Badly painted lips, ridiculously red cheeks, smudged eyes... Adam looked like a ridiculous clown.

The younger man pulls him by the arm in front of the man in the wheelchair.

- She is perfect. – the old man said.

He rubs his hand over his dead c**k, showing his frustration at not being able to lift it. After prostate surgery, he was never able to lift his c**k again, not even taking pills.

- You can start. – he said to the younger man.

- Of course, grandfather.

He turns Adam onto his back and forces him onto all fours.