The doors spread open…It wasn’t like walking into the scene of a low-budget horror movie, at least not immediately. The lights were brightest near... the elevator, even if it flickered and dimmed in the musky and clinging air. The expansive underground smelled of old books and stale mold. Nicole grabbed a shelving cart and began searching, her list sending her to the more poorly lit corners of the barely used storage area. She didn’t even feel the web at first until its fibers closed around her. “I’m fucking your mouth, Diana,” James murmurred, beginning to thrust even more quickly. “I’m fucking your mouth with my cock.”Oh! Diana was rocked by another jolt between her legs and had to fight to remain still. She wanted desperately to say it back to him, to say, “Yes, you’re fucking my mouth with your big, hard cock,” but she would do nothing to disrupt his rhythm. She was his little slave-girl and he could do whatever he wanted with her. She tried to nod ever so slightly and show. " Feeling touched, she squeezed his hand in reassurance. "It means a lot to me that you're doing this, because I know it's not easy for you. Whatever your reasons may be, know that I trust your judgement. I really do. It's just ... I was really looking forward to working on that case, and I-" she sighed, unable to find a way to express her frustration, "just - honestly, Aidan, is it because of my performance at work? Because I promise, what we have now isn't going to change how I am at the. The only way I could escape this life was if Iwas let go, which wasnt going to happen.I was woken up from my daydream by another of the 'girls', Sean, one ofthe few to get to keep their old name, and lead backstage, where othergirls were being made ready, or having a quick meal and drink. None ofthem looked as if they were forced to do this, they chatted, ate andlaughed as if they were real girls, and were willingly here, and I wasnow one of them.As I took a seat and slipped off one of my pumps.