Vile by Ash Ericmore

Vile by Ash Ericmore

Author:Ash Ericmore [Ericmore, Ash]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00


Three?

As I slowly open my eyes I can see my junk. Strange. Last thing I remember I was in the car with Jane. Damn. I must remember to find out what her name is.

Wait. Why am I nekkid?

I blink the warm sleepiness from my eyes and try to lift my head. Slumped forward. I appear to be sitting, naked. I managed to get my neck up and look out in front of me. I’m in a warehouse of sorts. Naked. Tied to a chair. I can feel the air on my balls. That means it’s a queening chair. Now, either I’m a dom and I don’t know it, or, heaven forbid, they’re going to do to me what they did to James Bond in Casino Royale. I blink some more trying to get my body—or at least my head—to catch up with my brain. Fucking hell. I rock my head back, neck hurts, and I boop something behind me with the back of my head. A hollow knock and I lean forward again.

“You’re awake.”

Jane. I recognise the voice. “Apparently.” I twist to try and see her, and it looks like she might be tied to another chair, behind me. I wonder if she’s naked.

“Are you able to move?”

Seems like a silly question. But I wriggle, failing to move so much as an inch. “Am I going to have to pee on somebody?” I ask.

“What kind of question is that?” she snaps.

“Are you in a queening chair?” I ask.

“No. Why?”

That doesn’t bode well. “Look, I haven’t introduced myself—”

“Neither have I,” she says cutting me off. “Maybe they’ll be a chance for that later, you know, if we survive.”

“Vhere is the information you stole from us?” The third voice comes from the side and we both look together. It’s a terroristy looking geezer. You know, leather boots. Hat. Nazi-ish. Has a German accent. Might be putting it on for effect.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say.

“You’ll never find it,” Jane says.

“Oh, yeah, right,” I continue.

Nazi-man over there starts walking over, pulling his leather gloves free, one finger at a time. Jesus Christ. I might actually be in a Bond film. “You can do whatever you like to her, but she’ll never talk,” I add, bravely.

Nazi-man comes closer.



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