Hollywood After Dark Ch. 07

Natalie lowered her hips against my chest as she came down from her third orgasm of the day, both of us panting and sweaty and sticky and wet and loving every damn minute of it. We lay atop each other for a few minutes until Natalie finally spun around slowly again, laying her nude body against my partially clothed, dishelved body.

We snuggled together, and in the afterglow of orgasm, my mind became clear on what I had to do. Natalie would help us out, but she would do things on my terms and when and where I told them to. If I was going to make her a babe in the woods, I had to at least be there to guide her.

Stroking her soft, brown hair with my hand, her juices on my lips and my own secretions all over her mouth, I lifted my head so that I could look at her.

"Natalie, would you do something for me?"

She sighed. "For you Kiki, anything,"

I tingled a bit at that thought, knowing that my mission had been successful, but I kept my resolve.

"Would you come to LA with me for a little while?"

She lifted her head and looked at me. "You mean to live with you?"

"You can stay with me, yes. And God, I WANT you to stay with me! But no, that's not the reason,"

"What is the reason Kiki?"

"I need your help with something. Or maybe more specifically, someone,"

KATHERINE'S STORY:

In the darkness of the night before, I had somehow managed to fall asleep. It was not a restful sleep, but it was sleep nonetheless. I kept waking up, startled and afraid of where I was.

Since they had brought me to this...this place...they had not physically harmed me yet. I think they knew that I was too scared to do anything or say anything and that if they tried any shit with me, I would react and do whatever I could to get away. They weren't too far from the truth.

What they had done though, was strip me naked of my clothes and leave me strapped down to a cold, padded table in the middle of this dank, urine smelling room. Outside I could hear cars go by and people walking on the streets. I would have called to them, but my mouth was tightly gagged, so much so that if I even turned my head slightly, the pressure of the tie would pull on my mouth painfully.

Sometimes sudden bursts of cold air would race through the room; whether this was intentional or not, I don't know. It kept me awake and alert though, which was difficult with the only light in the room coming from outside.

I knew it was daytime now by the intensity of that light, which seemed to be coming from under the door they had brought me through. I had no idea how long I had been there, but I knew that less than a day had passed. I had spent most of the time thinking about what to do, what to say and how to react. What had transpired at Charlie's office had brought this on, of that I was certain, and my mind was racked with worry for everyone else involved, especially Mila and Alex. But I was strong and I knew that if I held my resolve, I would get through this.

As I lay there thinking about him, I was startled by the door outside opening, the flood of light and sound rushing into the room. I screamed against the gag, but it was only a soft whisper. I could hear footsteps and what sounded like something heavy and on wheels being brought in. I dreaded to think about what it could be, or what they had in store.

I felt a presence near me and as I turned my head to look, a bright light above me - like one of the ones you see in operating rooms - came on. My eyes adjusted to the light and I could now clearly see that the room was indeed every bit a shit hole as I imagined it to be. Behind the light stood probably the largest black man I had ever seen.

"Bring her in," he said softly, motioning off to the side at something I couldn't see. I heard wheels squeaking and then, as it passed through the door way, I saw Mila strapped to a table just like mine. She had apparently resisted a bit, as she had some scratches down her body, which was also naked. She looked at me in panic and fear, our eyes meeting as we both wondered what was going on.

The person wheeling her stopped and left her sitting a few feet from me. I heard a motor whir behind me and suddenly the table I was on began to rise, coming up so that I was now facing the wall directly, my body not even moving in the slightest due to the straps. When I was parallel with Mila, the motor stopped.

We both looked at each other again, and I could see sweat dripping down Mila's scared face. I tried to reassure her as best as I could, but it's very difficult to do when you can't move even your mouth.

"Ladies, my name is Clarence," the large man said, stepping into the light so that it was actually blocked by his back.

We couldn't answer or say anything, so I just stared at him with hate in my eyes. He continued, his voice surprisingly level and soft.

"We are not here to hurt you. I promise you that. By the time this is over, you will not have been physically harmed or forced to do anything you did not want to do," he said. In a way, his voice was kind of soothing, even though I knew I wouldn't be able to relax unless he took me home right now.

"We are associates of some business partners of yours, I believe you know who they are, so saying their name is not needed. As a service to them for the many times that they have helped me and my own...ventures...out, we were asked to help them solve some of the problems that you are having,"

Turning and walking away from us, his hands folded neatly in front of us as if he was giving a lecture (instead of talking to two naked and scared women), he smiled at us gently.

"You two seem to have a problem, so I'm told, with following orders and knowing your place. Now I know that you, Ms. Heigl, have been through training of some sort before, but that Ms. Kunis over here is, well, new to things,"

Mila and I looked at each other again as Clarence (if that was his real name) turned his back to us again. I could hear him rustling in a bag for something, his wide and broad shoulders bent as he searched. He finally stopped, lifting his hand out of the bag.

"But no matter what level of training you are at," he said, producing what his hand held in front of us as Mila squealed in fear, "our process will be successful. I guarantee it, and I also guarantee that you will thank me for it later,"

My eyes went wide with fear now as well as he approached me. In his hand, he held a syringe with a very long needle attached to the top, a milky green liquid held in it's base. Touching the tip of the needle against my calf, I howled in pain as it sunk in, the plunger pushed in all the way as it's contents entered my body. My mind began to swirl and my eyes immediately grew heavy as neared unconsciousness. Before I blacked out, I heard the last words that he said.

"Now, let the re-conditioning begin!"

CHAPTER 8 - COMING SOON

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