Conspiracies Ch. 04

Thank to those who left all great comments! I have realized I am sappier than I previously believed, so I hope those who look for that in a story will be pleased. And for the few that are concerned about my previous story Artemis's Capture, there will be an ending I promise, it just may take some time as I want to make it as perfect as I can!

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AJ was squeezed uncomfortably between Sauer and Oliver in back of their cab. Her hands were trembling, palms getting moist. Oliver's threat was more than enough to frighten her to the core, but what made it even scarier was Sauer's potential involvement in any way.

It would have been better if Oliver just told her what was going to happen. Even if it was horrific at least she wouldn't be swimming in a bottomless pool of uncertainty.

The tormenting toy was now safely back in Oliver's pocket, giving her some physical relief despite her crippling anxiety attack. She knew the worst had yet to come, she just didn't know how to prepare for it.

As she clenched her sweaty hands over her lap, her eyes fixed on the dirty floor of the cab. She started to feel a little spark of anger. Not all of it towards the two blackmailers, but at herself. For letting herself wallow in pity.

She was tougher than this. Maybe they could control her physically, but she was still strong on the inside. Instead of focusing on her constant fear she started to form a plan. She would endure the night, and then pack up and leave. She had not wanted to risk anyone's safety other than her own, but now it was clear she needed help.

There was nothing spectacular about her life. She made absolutely no impact. Other than the absolute essentials, the only thing she needed from the current life was Henry. And she knew just who to call.

No more waiting, no more being a victim. She would have no regrets leaving her mediocre life. In fact, this could be a blessing. Without an identity she could truly be invisible. She could go where she wants, do what she wants, and no one can tell her no.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Oliver reached over and gently slipped his hand down the front of her dress, finding her nipple with his finger and giving it a sharp pinch. AJ shuddered as he teased her roughly, stirring an ache she was trying desperately to reject.

But she calmed her breathing, bravely keeping herself straight as if she were completely unaffected by his touch. If she could make it through the night, she would be free by morning, forever.

She gasped when she felt Sauer's hand lift her dress enough to grip her thigh with his hand, digging his nails into her smooth skin. When her legs tensed and naturally closed, he squeezed harder and pulled her legs as wide as possible between the two tall men.

So much was happening in what felt like a million directions, but she kept her sanity by focusing on her great escape. If Steve McQueen could do it, so could she. But her body was developing a habit of not listening to reason, disobeying her own commands. The internal struggle was tearing her apart.

For only a few minutes they sat just like that in the cab, Sauer holding her leg firmly and Oliver fiddling with her overly sensitive nipple, but it felt like a lifetime.

When the cab pulled over AJ looked out the window to see their destination. They were back at Oliver's apartment, the streetlamps casting creepy shadows above on the brick building.

Oliver politely led AJ out of the cab, Sauer following behind. When they were at the door Oliver rustled for his keys in his pocket while Sauer clenched his hand around AJ's arm.

The door opened and they made their way through the eerily quiet hallway to Oliver's apartment, G7, with that annoying upside down seven. He gave a playful smile and led them in. Immediately the two pushed her into the living room, both far too impatient to play any games.

Oliver looped his arms underneath AJ's from behind, holding them back so her chest was pushed out in front of Sauer. "Ah!" she yelped, trying to worm her way out of his grip, but he held her arms behind her tightly, keeping her steady in front of Sauer.

"You caught her, go ahead," Oliver smirked as he pushed her closer to him. Sauer narrowed his eyes, inspecting her trembling body. His hands reached around the back of her neck, untying the halter straps to her dress. The front fell, revealing just her breasts to him.

Sauer cocked his head to the side, taking a finger and flicking her nipple harshly. AJ shivered, just the tiniest physical contact was making her body feel an uncomfortable warmth rising inside of her. A feeling that she needed to suppress in order to stay sane.

"How rough have you been with her?" Sauer asked as he moved both hands to her breasts, cupping and feeling them to his liking.

"Well, I was trying to be nice for a few days, but you should see her squirm when I spank her."

Sauer dropped his hands and took his jacket off, tossing it on the arm of the leather couch. "You're so bad at this," he said to Oliver, loosening his tie. "Go get something to tie her up with."

Oliver released AJ's arms, stepping around her to his bedroom. While they heard Oliver rifling around in his closet, there was an uneasy silence. Sauer was giving her such an intense stare it was as if he was shooting laser beams into her eyeballs.

"Get undressed. On the table, now," he commanded in an aggressive tone that she had never heard from him before. His face was still expressionless, but the way he narrowed his eyes at her made her feel helpless.

She felt like she was trapped in a cage with a starving tiger, completely vulnerable in every way. As he unbuckled his belt, he growled at her, "Oliver may be nice, but I'm not. And I will not repeat myself."

AJ shook herself from her frozen state and shakily peeled off her perfectly fitted dress, dropping it to the floor around her ankles. Sauer pulled off his belt and folded it over in his hands, making a snapping noise so loud she could physically feel it.

AJ jumped from the sound, practically leaping to the table. She sat down, shoulders tight and arms modestly wrapped around her body.

Oliver returned carrying a bundle of thin rope. "Alright little bird, on your hands and knees, right there on the table."

When AJ didn't obey him right away, he scoffed and grabbed hold of her hair, pulling tight and leading her to his desired position. When he let go, she was left on her knees, hips held high while resting on her weak forearms.

If she could conceal her facial reactions maybe she would feel less shame, but her hair was still pulled back into a loose ponytail. She had considered Oliver to be the cruelest person she had ever met, but at the moment she was sure Sauer was going to take that title.

Oliver started to wrap her ankles with the rope, constricting and forcing her legs open and pulling the ends to the legs of the table. The two men took in the sight of her, completely naked and defenseless. From head to toe her body was blushing.

AJ had felt so violated being seen naked by Oliver, but at least when it was just him it still felt like a secret. But being naked in front of both of them was like having an audience. It was no longer a secret. She was exposed to the world and absolutely humiliated in every way.

Oliver took a quarter out of his pocket and turned to Sauer. "Heads or tails?" He flicked it in the air and Sauer chose heads. "You win," he said with a huff, taking off his jacket and tossing it by Sauer's.

Sauer gave his thick leather belt to Oliver and slowly stepped around the table, crouching down at the front and meeting AJ's eyes with his menacing gaze. He slipped his hand underneath her to find one of her nipples, tugging and pinching it roughly. "Hit her," he told Oliver, his intense intimidating stare not moving from AJ's wide, watering eyes.

"Can do," said Oliver with a chuckle. He grabbed her hip with one hand, pulling her up to him. She felt the sharp pain of the belt smacking her backside, leaving a long red imprint on her plump cheeks.

Sauer continued to toy with her breasts, squeezing and kneading with his hands. "Do it again," he said, taking delight in the way her eyes bulged with each slap.

"Damnit Sauer you don't need to tell me what to do," Oliver growled, raising the belt and bringing it down harder on her porcelain skin. Her body started to quiver from not only the pain, but the uncertainty of how long it would last.

Oliver spanked her again and again with the belt, forcing the air from her lungs. With each smack he traveled further down with the belt until he was grazing her pussy that was starting to throb in a way she tried to endure.

Though the pain was excruciating now, her body was incredibly desperate for any attention. She cursed herself for depriving herself of any sexual pleasure for so long. If she hadn't maybe her body wouldn't be reacting so strongly to this.

Oliver dropped the belt to the carpeted floor and trailed his fingers over the welts and marks rising on her cheeks, causing goosebumps to rise on her pale flesh. The soft stroking was just as shocking as the brutal slaps. Going from extreme opposite sensations shocked her like a bolt of lightning.

Oliver snuck his hand between her legs and slid a single finger over her pussy, wetting his fingers with the slick juices that had escaped her. "Alright, go ahead," he said to Sauer while using his thumb to make small circles around her tight opening.

Sauer ceased abusing her nipples and stood up, grabbing hold of her ponytail and pulling her face in front of his hips. "You should know what to do," he said in his familiar monotone voice. But AJ didn't actually know what he was referring to.

"Actually that's my bad, I haven't made her do that yet," Oliver noted while continuing to tease her and stir an aching that was slowly starting to fill her with a crippling pleasure she couldn't describe.

Sauer scoffed, irritated. "Take my cock out and suck me off." AJ looked up at him with fearful expression at his lewd command. When she did nothing, he yanked her hair harder. "It's a simple task, so do it."

AJ bit her lip but obeyed, shakily undoing his pants with one hand while keeping herself lifted with the other, curling her fingers around the edge of the wooden table. As she unzipped his pants his cock was already hard, waiting for her impatiently.

He pressed the head of his cock against her lips, hand tightly clenched around her ponytail.

Oliver pushed a finger inside of her and she gasped, opening her mouth and giving Sauer the opportunity to slide into her mouth.

AJ gagged at the abrupt violation, feeling Sauer's cock slide to the back of her delicate throat. But the more Oliver thrusted his finger, the more her throat relaxed. Her legs started to quake, spread tightly apart by the bonds on her ankles.

Oliver's finger lured her in, producing more wetness to start dripping down her inner thighs. Whether she wanted more or less, there was nothing she could do. The rope was too tight for there to be any slack for her to struggle, and Sauer's grasp on her hair kept her still in position. All she could possibly do was take everything they was giving her.

Sauer cupped the back of her head in his hand and started to rock her back and forth on his cock, thrusting at a slow but steady pace.

Oliver pulled his finger out of her and shuffled his pants down enough to release his thick cock, already throbbing and hard, ready to take full advantage of the powerless girl.

Just as Sauer gave one forceful thrust into her throat, Oliver pushed his hardened cock inside of her. Her back twisted painfully, now under complete control, just a puppet to the two terrifying men.

Oliver nearly matched Sauer's movements, their thrusts given simultaneously. AJ was almost at the point of fainting. Trying to vanquish her lustful desires was becoming increasingly more difficult each time they filled her up, both of the men's actions becoming faster and less restrained.

Moans were forced out of her mouth but was muffled by Sauer's cock burying into her small throat. The excruciatingly pleasurable sensations Oliver was giving her was enough to drop any thoughts of rejecting him.

It was over. They had defeated her. The moment the flood of intense rapture enveloped her entire body she thoughtlessly raised her hips as much as she could muster, unknowingly giving Oliver an invitation to give her more.

Suddenly Sauer clasped the back of her head and forced his cock as far as she could possibly take, holding her still as he poured himself inside of her. She swallowed and gasped from the warm fluid, which dribbled from her lips to her chin.

Oliver was still aggressively pumping into her, grunting as he felt her body tense around him. Each thrust had enough power to erase any urges she had about declining the pure state of bliss he was bringing her to.

Finally the euphoric rush exploded in her veins, taking her to an entirely different galaxy. The orgasm was so severe her body's grip around Oliver's cock practically forced him out of her. He groaned and pulled out, releasing himself on her welt-covered cheeks.

AJ fell back onto her forearms, whimpering from the lingering sensations. Sauer bent down and put a finger under her chin, lifting it so their eyes met. "Apparently you have a lot to catch up on. I'll make sure of that."

He wiped the pearly fluid from her chin with his fingertips and slipped them passed her lips, forcing her to taste it. Then AJ saw the first hint of emotion she had ever seen on his face. A sinister smirk that made her convinced he was the none other than Satan himself.

He took out his fingers and stood up, adjusting his clothing and neatly putting on his jacket. Oliver buttoned his pants and ruffled his hair with his hand. "Alright see you tomorrow," he said, waving at Sauer as he left.

When Sauer closed the door to Oliver's apartment, she felt a wave of relief. Oliver started to untie the tight knots around her ankles, freeing her from the table.

She scurried to the couch and put her knees to her chest, attempting to hide her body as much as possible. Even though he had already seen everything, it was still embarrassing.

Oliver tousled his brown hair, attempting to tame it, and put his hands on his hips. "No timer tonight. You're staying here."

"B-but I have work tomorrow," she stuttered, holding her legs tighter.

"It's Saturday. You don't have work."

AJ was baffled. This week had felt so long, yet so short that her concept of time had been completely thrown off. But like hell was she going to stay. Tonight was the night she runs away from her life. A new start, where he wouldn't be able to find her.

"But what about Henry, h-"

Oliver cut her off just as the name escaped her lips. He took her jaw in his hand and forced her to look up at him. "Yeah and who the fuck is Henry? I don't share, so if you're seeing someone drop them right now. Otherwise I'll get rid of them myself."

"But-"

"But nothing, who the fuck is Henry?" he asked again, holding tighter on her jaw.

"My cat!" she squeaked.

Oliver raised his eyebrows and let go. "Oh. Well, good. I'll take you home tonight then and you can, uh, take care of your cat. Come on," he said, gesturing her to get dressed.

AJ gladly snatch her dress and wiggled it back on, tying the halter straps behind her neck unevenly. But she didn't care, she just wanted to get home as fast as possible. Oliver put his jacket back on and took her down the echoey stairwell, leading her to the back entrance.

He opened the heavy door to the parking lot behind the building. It was lit by just a single streetlamp. "You have a car?" she asked curiously.

"Yeah of course. I'm not taking a cab out of the city." He led her to a black Honda Civic, which wasn't brand new, but still looked in good condition.

It only took a few minutes to get to her place, but Oliver didn't want to risk her stumbling around in the streets with her ever trembling legs. She was just too clumsy for him to trust her to get home by herself.

Her apartment building was a tad nicer than his, but also decades newer. She lived on the third floor, not a high climb, but with Oliver walking behind her it felt like she was slowly scaling an active volcano. At least when she left Oliver's apartment, she knew the torture was over. But having him come with was new territory.

She fumbled with the keys, shaking from the possibility of more torture. She had hoped so desperately that he would've just dropped her off on the street in front of her apartment complex.

She opened the freshly painted white door and he followed her in, hands casually in his pockets. "Henry!" she called out as Oliver shut the door behind him.

Out from her bedroom pranced the little black cat, meowing and bumping into the wobbly legs of her kitchen table. "See? I told you. That's Henry."

Henry followed her voice but ended up headbutting Oliver's ankles. Oliver snorted and picked the cat up, holding it away from his face in front of him. Henry went limp in his arms like a ragdoll. "Is he stupid or something?" Oliver asked.

"No, he's just blind," she said, feeling offended.

Oliver carefully put the feline down on the vinyl floor. "Your blind cat is named Henry..."

AJ ignored him and went to her kitchen, digging through the cabinets for Henry's food. While she was occupied Oliver went to her living room, looking at a disorganized pile of VHS tapes, all labeled neatly on the sides.

"Hey!" AJ hissed while scooping food into the dish.

Oliver ignored her as he popped a tape in, fast-forwarding it halfway. He pressed play and pointed to the screen, which showed a black-and-white Henry Bemus shouting on the steps of the destroyed library, clutching his broken glasses. He didn't say anything, just smiled and tapped the TV screen.

AJ blushed, taken aback. No one had ever known why his name was Henry, and no one asked. Not even her nerdy friends caught on to it.

Oliver scratched his head and stopped the tape. "Alright, well, I'll call you tomorrow. Keep your phone on you." With that he left the apartment, giving her one last devilish smile before shutting the door behind him.

AJ practically fell to her knees. Adrenaline was rushing through her veins. She was free, and she was ready. She took a long shower before packing up a small suitcase with only the absolute essentials. She grabbed her flip-phone phone and dialed with sweaty hands, shaking so much it was hard to hit the right buttons.

She was not religious at all, but she prayed to all of the gods as she waited for the other end to pick up. "Hello?" came a fuzzy voice. Immediately she recognized who it was.

"Jake! Oh thank god. It's AJ, I need your help. Like tonight. Where are you?"

"We're chasing the black triangles, man. Me and Willow are on our way to New Mexico. What's going on?"

"How far are you from the city?"

"About two hours. Are you alright dude?"

"No, I'm leaving, can you guys please take me and Henry? I can take a cab and meet you somewhere. I need to lay low, no one can know where I am. Absolutely no one. As far as anyone is concerned, I am dead."

"Whoa, alright, radical. We got you dude. Meet us at that truck stop with the weird statue. You know the one. Willow and I will pick you up."

AJ hung up the phone and snatched her bag and Henry's crate, not even caring enough to lock the door. It wasn't her apartment anymore. She dashed down the stairs, hobbling with her bags and hailing a cab.

One pulled over and she hopped into the faded yellow car. It smelled like cigarettes, and the seat was littered with stains, but she didn't care. The driver took the address and off they went onto the busy highway.