The Kingdom Ch. 08

I shivered as I felt a bead of sweat run down the side of my face. Another 30-45 seconds of holding myself up in this position and I'd surely be done for. Shit this was tough! As it happened, it only took gravity about 15 to get the better of me. I mmphed into my gag as I felt the pipe begin to vibrate harder against my clit. Shit, shit, shit!! I held my breath and dug deep in an effort to lift my head once more. The effort bought me another 3 solid seconds before I completely collapsed beneath my weight. I was officially spent!

The vibrating pipe between my legs kicked into full gear. Between gasps for air, I shrieked insanely into my ball-gag. The ecstasy that had subsided moments earlier had returned with a vengeance. I could feel the orgasm fast approaching, whether I wanted it to or not. Within seconds, I grimaced and screamed with all my might as a mind-shattering orgasm washed over me. Never in my life had I experienced a climax so intense. Not only was this damn pipe vibrating at a blistering intensity, but it was hitting my sweet spot perfectly. And there was simply no escaping it. Katie, I thought, I'm gonna need you to deliver on your promise ASAP!

I gasped for air, quivering and shaking involuntarily as my orgasm slowly faded. To my humiliation, my muffled shrieks of protest had morphed into high-pitched moans of ecstasy. Somewhere in the midst of my climax, I'd lost my grip on the pipe and my bound hands now rested weakly on my bare ass-cheeks. Drool spilt out the sides of my gagged mouth and my eyes remained rolled-back in my head. I'd never felt so helpless. I'd never felt so utterly powerless.

I moaned pitifully as my body gave its last few involuntary jerks. I sighed deeply, willing myself to relax, despite the incessant vibrations against my clit. But no sooner did the final remnants of the orgasm cease, that I felt the beginnings of the next one creeping closer. I groaned loudly, tugging pointlessly at my bonds. I hated this! It had been less than a few minutes and I was already prepared to do anything to make it stop.

I suffered through two additional orgasms before I heard Brandy experience her first. I burned with resentment as I listened to hers subside in what seemed like half the time of mine. Then again, perhaps she was just less dramatic than I was. And unlike my pathetic vocals, her screams somehow maintained their element of rage. While I sounded like a moaning, over-sexed whore, she managed to sound like William fucking Wallace screaming 'FREEDOM' at the end of Braveheart. I suppose I could see why Annabelle liked dominating her so much...

After what seemed like forever, the door to our cell finally slid open. I had lost count of how many time's I'd cum. At this point, each climax felt almost like micro-orgasm that piggy-backed on the one immediately before it. I'd say that my clit hurt, but the truth is- it had pretty much gone numb after orgasm number 5. My face was flushed, and my hair was sweaty and matted. Basically, over the course of the last 15-20 minutes, I had been reduced to a sputtering, soaking mess.

Standing in the doorway were the silhouettes of two figures. As they walked into the room, I was able to identify them as Annabelle and... Katie. But Katie was no longer dressed in her maid's uniform. Now, she was stark naked with leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Her ankles were untethered, but her wrists were padlocked together in front of her. Her maroon choker had been replaced with a black collar to match Brandy's and mine. Attached to her collar was a black leash held by Annabelle. Her head was bowed and her face looked sullen. My addled mind raced to decipher what was going on.

As the door slid shut behind them, I could see that Annabelle was wearing a wide grin on her face. "You just can't seem to stay away, can you?" She asked in a patronizing tone. I merely panted back at her, too weak and woozy to even grunt a reply.

Stepping over to the wall, Annabelle raised her hand and pressed a large red button beneath the touchscreen next the door. All of the sudden, both of our machines lurched to a stop and the loud motors beneath our carts winded down. Both Brandy and I let out audible sighs.

"I understand that there's been a bit of a mix-up," Annabelle continued. "Is it right that Brandy is now playing the role of Jodie, and Jodie's playing the role of Brandy? How fun!" Still wrecked from my state of ecstasy, I could only blink and pant in reply. "Quite a lot of drama for such a short time in the driver's seat, wouldn't you say?"

Annabelle dropped Katie's leash and stepped over to me. She squatted down in front of me so that we were eye-to-eye.

"And Miss Katie here tells me that she planted a little surprise in your suite in order to prompt an intervention," she continued. "A clever move that ultimately cost Katie her job. Isn't that right, Katie?"

Barely still open, my eyes flicked over to Katie, who was still standing next to the cell door. She gave a small nod. "Yes, ma'am," she said quietly.

"What was that?" Annabelle snapped forcefully. "Speak up."

"Yes, ma'am," Katie replied quickly in a louder voice.

"Much better," Annabelle answered. "Katie and I will be getting to know each other quite well over the next couple weeks. I've sentenced her to 21 days of corrections here at the kennel. That's the maximum sentence for possession and distribution of an illegal substance on Kingdom grounds."

My eyes opened wide. 21 days? Holy shit! My heart dropped in my chest. Katie's decision to help me out of my predicament had ultimately damned her to nearly a month of torture at the hands of a sadist! I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Katie didn't deserve this...

"After she's done," Annabelle continued, "-she'll be reassigned back to her old department. Entertainment, was it?"

"Yes, ma'am," Katie replied with her head still bowed. I could see the disappointment written on her face. I vaguely recalled her telling how much she disliked working in 'entertainment'.

"But enough about Katie," Annabelle said. "Let's talk about you."

Annabelle stroked several loose hairs out of my face and tucked them behind my ear. I could tell that she was enjoying this. I suppose after the rudeness I'd shown her, it was only natural to expect someone like her to want to take a victory lap.

"Did you happen to read the message I sent you?" Annabelle asked.

I shook my head as best as my restraints allowed.

"I figured you hadn't," she replied. "I made an offer to purchase Brandy from you. I called in a favor with a higher-up and was able to authorize an increase of 250 grand to your final take-home salary."

My eyes widened. As exhausted and over-sexed as I was, I wasn't too befuddled to appreciate the prospects of an additional 250 thousand dollars...

"Unfortunately, that deal is no longer on the table," Annabelle replied shortly. "Given this unexpected turn of events, I'm prepared to offer you another deal. A far better one, if you ask me." Annabelle leaned in closer to me. Her face was now cold and serious. "Agree to transfer Brandy into my custody, or I'll send you back with her just as we found you. Collared and cuffed. Brandy can get back to dying your hair blonde, and you can spend the next three months going by her name."

To my right, Brandy began to holler wildly. She was obviously not enthused to hear the terms of her sale being negotiated right in front of her. And from the sound of it, she already suspected the way I was likely to answer.

Annabelle's cold eyes bore into mine from over her spectacles. "What do you say?"

I blinked back at her in shock. Not only had 250 thousand dollars suddenly vanished from the table, but the alternative to accepting her offer was ending up back in the position I'd just escaped from... It was really a 'no-brainer', but due to the lasting effects of my countless orgasms, I was having difficulty weighing the pros and cons. I wondered if there was any room for a counter-offer.

"Mmph grmmph mphmm?" I asked.

"Yes or no, red," she pressed.

"Mmmph grrmph!" I insisted. The repercussions of this decision were far too great to be decided by a mere nod or shake of my head. I needed to speak. I needed assurances. Annabelle may have been the one currently holding all of the cards, but I still possessed something that she very much desired...

Annabelle stared at me for a moment before finally lifting her hand to my face. Grabbing ahold of the leather strap that was connected to my ball-gag, she gave it a tug. The end of the strap unsnapped from it position. Drool spilled down my chin as the ball-gag was suddenly pulled out of my mouth.

"Ugh," exhaled, spitting saliva out of my mouth onto the platform beneath me. "I need to talk to Brandy before I make a decision," I replied. "Alone." I desperately wanted to know what was in Brandy's head. As much as I'd come to despise her for what she'd done to me, it was crystal clear that she was here for a much deeper purpose. She was a puzzle piece that simply needed solving. If I agreed to these terms, I would almost certainly never get the answers that only she could provide...

"Not a chance," Annabelle replied. "I need an answer right now. Yes or no."

Brandy resumed her unintelligible shouting next to me, but in a higher octave. It was hard to tell if her voice was sounding more hoarse than earlier or if this was her attempt at pleading.

Dammit, I thought. Annabelle had pinned me into a corner. Without talking with Brandy, I had no way of hoping to learn her secrets. And without her assurances, I had no way of guaranteeing that she wouldn't betray me all over again. For such a simple decision, it really was shaping up to be more complicated than it should have been.

"Last chance," Annabelle pressed. I had to make a choice...

"I'll do it," I said. "But under one condition."

"And that is?" Annabelle asked suspiciously.

"I get Katie," I said forcefully. Brandy stared back at me silently. "If you want Brandy, then I want Katie in return. Even trade."

Katie's eyes suddenly lit up and darted hopefully back and forth between Annabelle and I. Brandy howled miserably into her gag. I could hear her restraints clinking frantically against the metal cart.

"Not possible," Annabelle said abruptly. "Katie's a salaried employee. We have different vetting protocols for employees and contestants. She hasn't been cleared or approved for guest ownership."

"Actually, I have," Katie contributed from her spot next to the door. Her small voice shook as she spoke. "I've been approved as a contestant every year, but I've always backed out... on account of personal reasons."

"It's irrelevant," Annabelle replied flatly, rolling her eyes. "If the final agreement was declined, then the paperwork is incomplete. The contract is now void."

"All I would need is a revised 704 agreement that includes a modified calendar," Katie chirped. "That and a job termination order, which I'm sure Mr. Garren would be happy to give you."

Annabelle paused, her face still inches in front of me. I could tell that she was contemplating the offer.

"Those are my terms," I said decisively. "Brandy for Katie." The two of us stared silently at each other for several seconds. Her nostrils flared, clearly bothered by the unexpected turn and power shift of this negotiation.

"And Mr. Mohler from guest services is a licensed notary," Katie interjected, speaking rapidly now. "If you need someone to notarize the contract, he-"

"Enough!" Annabelle interrupted forcefully, raising her hand. Katie fell immediately silent, bowing her head submissively. Annabelle took a deep breath and then exhaled. "You've got a deal," she said in a low voice.

To my right, Brandy went completely wild. Screaming, sputtering, flailing, the works. She had just witnessed her own sale to quite possibly the least desirable individual in the entire Kingdom. In an instant, her hopes and dreams of freedom and independence had been replaced with hellish imprisonment. But as unfortunate as her circumstances were, I really had very little empathy for her at this point. Her own actions had led her to this place. Her heartless betrayal had earned her this fate.

To be honest, I was more disappointed by my own missed opportunities than I was about Brandy's. While Katie and I directly benefited from this deal, I couldn't help but wonder about the possibility that many others stood to lose from it. What if there was some horrible secret about this place that only Brandy could bring to an end? What if I just screwed over the one person who was equipped to bring down the Kingdom and restore this place to my uncle's wholesome vision?

But I was getting ahead of myself. I had no idea what Brandy's deal was. For all I knew, her cryptic "delta foxtrot" business could have just been an effort to screw with me. If I was determined to find answers, I'd just have to do so without her.

Annabelle straightened up to tower over me again. Damn, her thigh muscles must have been in incredible shape for her to have held her squatted position for that entire time. She walked between Brandy and I and I could hear her messing with the mechanics at the rear of Brandy's cart.

"I have a lot of preparations to make for the upcoming auction, but I'll try to draw up the paperwork sometime this evening. We should be able to make everything official by this time tomorrow." she said.

Brandy let out a shriek as her cart began to roll forward. Pushing on the handle, Annabelle guided the cart forward. Katie stepped to the side as Brandy's cart was rolled up to the door. Annabelle tapped at the touchscreen, prompting the cell door to slide open.

"Since I so inconsiderately cut your session short," Annabelle mused, still tapping at the touchscreen, "And seeing as we have the right to detain you for up to 24 hours pending the completion of our investigation, I think I'm going to leave you as you were."

Annabelle suddenly punched the large red button beneath the touchscreen again. To my horror, the cart beneath me roared back to life and the pipe between my legs resumed its merciless work against my raw pussy.

"Aaah!! Noooooo!!" I shrieked, squirming pointlessly to separate myself from the vibrating shaft. "Please, NOOOOOO!! I cant! I CAN'T!!"

"Katie, would you mind reinstalling Miss O'Connell's gag for me?" Annabelle asked calmly as she rolled Brandy out of the room.

"Yes ma'am," Katie replied softly with her head bowed. With her hands still restrained in front of her, Katie stepped over to me looking apologetic. "I'm so sorry," Katie whispered as she knelt down in front of me.

"Please, no!" I continued to plead at Annabelle's back. "I can't handle any more of this! I've already cum more times than I can count! Annabelle, pleeeemph!! MMMMPPPPPPH!!" Katie had pushed the ball-gag back into my mouth and snapped the leather strap back in its place.

"Oh, you'd be surprised at what your body can handle when you've got no choice in the matter," she called back to me over her shoulder. "Come, Katie. Let's give mistress some alone time."

Katie gave me one last apologetic look before straightening up and jogging out of the room behind Annabelle. I continued to howl miserably as the vibrating pole hammered against me. Once again, I bent my knees as tightly as I could and craned my head upward in attempt to lessen the vibrator's intensity.

"Enjoy your cum coma," Annabelle sang to me patronizingly as the door slid shut. I was alone. Alone with my extractor. It hadn't even been a full minute and I could already feel another orgasm creeping towards me. My neck muscles burned in agony as I held my head in its upright position. But even with the lower intensity of the vibrator, my clit was already incredibly tender from my previous round of orgasms. It now took remarkably little to push me toward the edge.

Moments later, my body trembled uncontrollably as another climax crashed over me. Weak as a kitten, gravity succeeded in pulling my head back down, returning the vibrator's intensity to its highest setting. Self-pity overcame me as I came to accept the helplessness of my circumstances. I sobbed miserably as my clenched toes and knuckles relaxed in defeat. My long-term future may have looked promising, but my immediate future was nothing but bleak. At this point, only one thing was for sure- this was bound to be a loooong and trying afternoon...