Crimson Pt. 03

She took her other hand and cupped my balls, rubbing underneath and massaging them lightly. The vison of this young woman, naked on her knees sucking my dick was more than I could take. For the second time today, I erupted. Cassie pushed in as far as she could and swallowed every drop as it came out. I stood there while she sucked every bit. When I went limp, she put her arms behind her, spread her legs, and kept her mouth on my dick. Dean made a motion for me to stand there longer. He walked behind her, took off his belt, and brought it down across her ass.

Cassie moaned loudly, but kept her mouth on my cock. Dean brought his belt down on her ass another two times, but she refused to open her mouth or remove it. Tears were streaming down her face, but she was resolute. She didn't move. Dean walked up to the side of her, took out his cock, and put it in her field of vision. She kept her mouth on my cock, but took her hand and grabbed his. Her other arm remained behind her.

She started stroking his cock while keeping mine in her mouth. Dean grew erect under Cassie's attention. When he was fully erect, he walked behind her and lifted her hips until she was standing. She bent ninety degrees at her waist to keep my dick in her mouth. Dean spread her legs and entered her from behind. He started fucking her, pounding into her as hard as she could. Her hands were now on my waist for stability. Through all of this, she never took my dick out of her mouth. After a few minutes of Dean fucking her, my dick got feeling back in it.

As it grew, she started sucking. First, it was just her mouth, but when it grew large enough for her to put her hand around it, she stroked it again. It felt great, but I didn't think I could cum again so soon. Dean spanked her while he fucked her. She cried out, but my cock muffled it. She was crying again, but still sucking my dick. I made a motion to Dean that I couldn't cum.

He said, "Switch." Cassie released my dick and turned around quickly. She reached back between her legs, grabbed my cock, and put it against her pussy. I pushed in and entered her. She put Dean's cock in her mouth and started sucking him. Dean motioned for me to spank her, and I did. I brought one hand down on her ass, leaving a mark. A few moments later, I brought the other down, leaving a mark on the other cheek.

Cassie was crying, but never stopped sucking Dean or fucking me. After a few minutes, I saw Dean stiffen, grab her head, and pull her in. She stopped sucking him, but kept pushing back against me as I continued to fuck her. I had to commend her concentration.

When Dean finished, he asked if I wanted to continue. I didn't think I could and told him as much. Dean instructed Cassie to clean me off, and she turned around and licked my dick clean of her juices. My cock was back in her mouth, so she went back into the kneeling position and waited. Dean looked at me, smiled, and shook his head in affirmation.

"Good girl Cassie." Dean commended her. "You performed admirably. This is what I've been trying to teach you. Keep this up and you'll move to the next part soon. Now, thank us."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that. Cassie stood up, got on her tiptoes, and gave me a big kiss. After a few moments, she pulled back and said, "Thank you, sir. I hope you enjoyed fucking me. It was my pleasure. I'm available to you any time you desire."

She turned around and repeated the same with Dean. He told her again how well she did.

"Now, Cassie, what's your favorite dinner?" Dean asked.

"Shrimp scampi sir." She answered, looking excited but keeping her composure.

"That's exactly what we're having tonight." Dean said with a smile. "What do you have to say to that?"

"Thank you very much sir." Cassie replied, now smiling.

Dean led Cassie out of her cell and down the hall. She was still naked, but it didn't seem to faze her. We walked back toward the elevator and turned down the hall opposite the trainers' offices. About midway down, we walked through a door into a small dining area. As soon as we walked in I could smell food cooking, and it smelled amazing. Garlic dominated the scent, but I picked up hints of lemon and what smelled like pasta.

It had three round tables with four chairs at each. A coffee machine, juice machine, and water dispenser sat on a counter next to a condiment bar. On one wall was a cafeteria style serving line, behind which I could see a small kitchen. One person was behind the line.

Dean walked us up to the line and introduced me. "This is chef Paul. He cooks for the women and the trainers. Breakfast comprises cereal and such, but Paul cooks lunch and dinner. We have another chef that works on Paul's days off. These men help us with the women when we need it, sort of perk of the job."

Paul stood about 5'9 inches tall. He was a little heavy-set, but wasn't exactly fat. He was just built wide, with large shoulders. He was about 35 years old and wore a neatly trimmed beard. Paul said it was nice to meet me, then handed a plate of Shrimp Scampi to Cassie. The plate also had linguine, broccoli, and a roll. Cassie took her plate to the table, grabbed a drink, and sat down to eat. Paul asked us if we wanted any, and I took him up on his offer. Dean did the same, and we both sat down together and let Cassie eat in peace.

After twenty minutes of eating and small talk, we finished. Cassie finished hers and Dean told her to clean up. She grabbed a bus tub that Paul put on the serving line and cleaned up our tables. Dean motioned me to follow him, and we followed Cassie back into the kitchen and to the sinks. She put on an apron, then went to work cleaning the plates. She looked cute naked with only a rubber apron on. After she finished, she took off the apron and assumed the waiting position next to the sinks.

"Paul, has Cassie serviced you today?" Dean asked.

"Not today." Paul answered.

"Cassie, service Paul." Dean instructed her.

Paul was finishing up some paperwork at his desk. Cassie walked over, dropped to her knees, and crawled under his desk. I could see her ass up in the air, but not what she was doing. However, I had a good idea. Paul continued filling out the paperwork while Cassie got busy. I stood talking with Dean about various training topics while I watched to see what Cassie would do.

After about five minutes, Dean pushed his chair back and said, "Cassie, sit in my lap."

She stood up, straddled Paul, and put his 6-inch dick inside of her; she then began fucking him. Dean pulled her in and started kissing her while playing with her breasts. Cassie kissed him back and continued fucking him. After doing that for a few minutes, Paul lifted Cassie up, turned her around, and bent her over his desk. He pushed into her and continued. He built up a steady rhythm while Cassie pushed back against his thrusts.

This went on for another few minutes until Paul stiffened and came inside of her. As he emptied his balls, I asked Dean, "Aren't you afraid of pregnancies?"

"The women all go on birth control when they enter Crimson." Dean answered. "We surgically implant it, and they remain on it until they leave the organization. Cassie is safe."

After Paul finished, Cassie turned around, dropped to her knees, then licked him clean. She then stood up, gave him a kiss, and said, "Thank you for fucking me. You can use me any time you desire."

"That differed from she said before." I remarked to Dean.

"We teach them to not say the same thing all the time." Dean explained. "She's just learning, but she will pick up better ways of thanking the men and telling them they can use her any time they want."

"I have to be honest." I admitted. "It surprised me when I saw this kitchen set up. The food is delicious, but I thought you would keep the women on a somewhat simpler diet. Why do you let them indulge here when you are strict with them everywhere else?"

"We want them to learn to be obedient, not to lose hope." Dean replied. "Everyone eats. It's one of the few things in life that binds us all. The enjoyment of food is universal. We use that to reward the women, but it's also a way to show them that life will continue. It's not an enormous gesture, but feeding them well shows them we will take care of them. The more obedient they are, the better they're treated. That holds true for their service to us, and it begins here."

I would have never thought of that. We walked Cassie back to her cell and Dean locked her inside. I thanked him for showing me around and told him I was sure I would see him often. I made my way back up to my office and asked Morgan how everything was going. She informed me she had the files for all of our chapter's women, and she was working on getting the women for the other chapters. What we had was incomplete, and the other chapters hadn't kept up on submitting the files to us.

I next familiarized myself with my computer. I needed a twenty-five-digit password besides the fingerprint scanner hooked up to it. Once I was in, I checkout out the functions. Just like Thomas informed me, I could bring up any camera in the casino along with the training floors and my rooms. I found I could access the files for all the women. Crimson operated a secured intranet, connecting all the computers with capabilities for chat and email. They encrypted all of this, naturally, and I doubted anyone could get access unless they had permission.

From my computer, I could see networks all over the country. These must belong to the other chapters. I clicked a few and opened some folders. I found files on the women of that specific chapter, along with videos. These videos ran the gamut from interviews to sex tapes. I also ran across video feeds. Some chapters, it seems, install cameras in the women's houses. I saw a few such feeds with men and women going about their normal lives. That didn't interest me, as I was never one for voyeurism.

As I perused everything, my phone rang. It was Brenda. Damn, I didn't even think of calling her. Honestly, I didn't think about her much today. Over the years, I became used to only worrying about myself. It would take some time to get accustomed to having someone else in my life. I felt bad for not reaching out sooner. I picked it up and said hi.

"James, I hope you had a good day." Brenda said, sounding happy.

"I did." I replied. "It was long and informative. You sound like you had a good one. How did it go?"

"I went great." She answered. "I'll tell you all about it at home. Reggie let me go a few minutes ago. What time do you think you'll be leaving?"

It was almost 6pm. I didn't realize it was that late. "I'll be leaving in a few minutes. It takes over an hour to get back to the city, so I'll see you after 7."

"That sounds good." Brenda replied. "I'll pick up something to eat. Reggie made the first deposits in our accounts. He gave me my agreed upon 20 thousand dollars, so dinner is on me. I can get used to this."

I told her that sounded great and that I would see her soon. We hung up, and I told Morgan she could go for the day. She sounded relieved and asked me what time I wanted her in each day. I told her I would call her in the morning with the time, and that I would meet her at the law firm.

On my drive, I thought about the absurdity of what I went through over the last two days. I went from a washed-out detective to overseeing training for women enslaved by a secret organization. I now had a woman in my life, that lives with me, and calls me to tell me she's picking up dinner. I was making lieutenant tomorrow. Normally, that would have been the highlight of my week. Now, it paled compared to my new job with Crimson. All of this was enough to make my head spin.

As I entered the city, I became excited. I was always happier when I came home. I could lose myself in alcohol and shake off all the bullshit that life had given me. I lived to see my wife each night as I slipped into a stupor. This felt different. I looked forward to getting home, but now it was to see Brenda. I wanted to hear about her day and what her job is like. I wanted to see her face and hear her voice.

Nowhere in there was any desire for alcohol. I used that to hide from my life, to numb my feelings. I no longer wanted to hide. I wanted to feel everything. As I drove up and parked my car, my stomach tightened and I felt excitement. The last time I felt this was when my wife was alive. As I walked toward the stairs, I noticed a flyer for Divine Cosmetics lying on the ground. Their logo was an angel with her wings spread. I smiled when I saw it, and as I opened the door to the stairs, the light that had been flickering for weeks suddenly stopped and shined bright.

I looked up and said, "I love you babe, and I always will."

After I said that, I heard a voice that sounded familiar. It came from everywhere at once and said, "I love you too, James. Now, go take care of Brenda and do what you need to at Crimson. Don't feel bad about doing your job. You will save many lives, but the road will not be easy. Embrace it, and trust yourself. I'll always be with you when you need me."

I stopped and closed my eyes. I felt the alcohol calling me. Hearing her voice made me miss her. I smiled and looked up again. I felt her love envelop me as I continued climbing the stairs. As I reached for the door to my apartment, the feeling left me. I took it as a sign. My wife was telling me I had a new life now. I no longer needed her to make it through. I had Brenda to help me. I smiled, reached for the door, and turned the knob.

I walked in and saw Brenda had picked up Chinese food. It smelled wonderful. She had it all out on the table that was now covered with a tablecloth. I noticed a few candles burning in the living room and on the kitchen table.

I called out, "I'm home."

From the bedroom, Brenda called back, "I'm in the shower. I'll be out in a minute. Welcome home."

Yep. My life had officially changed. It took two decades to get to this point, but somehow the change felt sudden. Either way, I would embrace it. It felt good, natural. I smiled as I walked back to the bedroom and into my new life.