Captured Souls (9 page)

“I’ve been here much too long,” Specimen 2 said angrily. “I want to go home.”

Specimen 1 laughed and pulled out a chair for Specimen 2.

“You might as well sit down and enjoy the meal. What Miriam wants, Miriam gets, and if she wants to add you to her collection, then that’s how it rolls.”

Specimen 2 stared at Specimen 1 and then looked at me and at the chair. He sat down.

Specimen 1 pulled a chair out for me and I sat down.

“Very well, gentlemen,” I said. “I see Scott has decanted the wine and poured us each a glass. Shall I toast my fine young gentlemen?”

We all raised our glasses. Specimen 2 looked completely confused and agitated, but he had no choice about anything at this point. He seemed resigned to his fate for a few minutes and clicked the glasses.

“I’m so thrilled to have such talent with me at this time,” I said. “Two very talented men with fabulous careers.” There was silence in the room as the men waited for me to continue.

“Scott is a best-selling novelist,” I said.

“I’m not on the best sellers list, although I’m close,” he corrected.

“It won’t be long, my lovely,” I said as I turned towards Specimen 2. “And Peter is a triathlete who competes in the Iron Man and such.”

They stared at each other and silence fell across the room. Specimen 1 drained his wine and poured himself another.

“Read any good books lately?” he said to Specimen 2, half in jest.

“Not much of a reader,” Specimen 2 said, staring at his nearly full glass of wine. “I’m also not much of a drinker.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Specimen 1 said. He turned towards me. “So, lovely Doctor, what’s on the menu tonight? I’m famished.”

I grinned and stood up. “You boys should be delighted with tonight’s dinner. I ordered in from one of my favorite restaurants.”

I walked over to the side bar where half a dozen large silver trays with covers were displayed.

One by one, I carried the trays over while Specimen 1 uncovered them. Heavenly smells wafted through the room. There was roasted chicken, beef medallions with gravy, mashed potatoes, green beans, two kinds of salads and cheesecake for dessert.

Specimen 1 and I dug in; we both were foodies and loved our red meat and potatoes. Specimen 2 stared with dismay at the offerings.

“Not hungry? You’ve been on solid foods for a while now…”

“If I’m under quarantine, why is HE here?” Specimen 2 said.

Specimen 1 laughed.

“Quarantine? What web did we weave for this little fly?” Specimen 1 mocked.

“Scott has an immunity to your virus,” I explained.

“Peter, I’m sure you’re not ill at all. This doctor of ours, this mad scientist, is keeping us prisoner for some reason that I’ve yet to really understand. But then, who understands why anyone would keep people locked in their basement?”

“You’re a prisoner?” Peter asked.

“Oh, most certainly. And believe me, Peter, don’t get any fancy ideas about escape. She has your balls in a vise, likely literally. One touch of any button, she’ll get you. There’s no escape, so just enjoy.” Specimen 1 downed another glass of wine and poured more. I had finished my wine and he filled my glass again.

“Miriam?” Peter asked. “We’re prisoners?”

“I wouldn’t call it that. You two fit the profile of a highly secretive and important experiment I’m conducting for the government. I can’t talk about it yet, but you should be honored that you’re here at all.”

Specimen 1 laughed.

“She’s so full of shit. Don’t listen to her lies. However, it’s not really so bad. At least it hasn’t been for me. I can drink all I desire, and all I really do is sit at my computer writing all day anyways, so life hasn’t changed too drastically for me. And when she’s feeling really generous, she takes me out to parties and such. Kind of like her pet.”

“Why, Miriam?” Specimen 2 asked. “Why are you doing this?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” I said. “Enjoy your dinner. Don’t you like what I have here for you?”

Specimen 2 looked at the food.

“Yes and no. I mean, I’m supposed to be in training. I can’t be eating things like mashed potatoes.”

“I’ll eat yours for you,” Specimen 1 said, scooping a second helping onto his own plate. He slathered more butter and gravy onto the mound.

“You seriously should eat. She doesn’t go all out like this every night.”

Specimen 2 reached for one of the green, leafy salads. He spooned most of it onto his plate.

“You can have chicken, I’m sure,” I said, lifting a piece of chicken from the serving tray and putting it onto his plate.

“Yes, I can have lots of meat if I know I’m going to be working out.”

“I’ll make sure you both get exercise tonight, don’t worry,” I said seductively. Specimen 2 stared at me. Specimen 1 nodded.

“I’m sure she has all kinds of things in store for us,” Specimen 1 said.

“I do,” I said.

“Listen, once you prove you can behave, she’ll give you more freedom.” Specimen 1 winked across the table.

“He speaks the truth. You need to train for your meets and I want you to train for your meets, so it’s up to you how soon you want to get back on track.”

Specimen 1 laughed.

“Clever with your words, Doctor.” He clinked my glass.

Specimen 2’s face continued to grow longer with horror. “I’m really stuck here…”

“It’s a new phase to your life. You’ll enjoy it. Behave and she’ll give you a good time,” Specimen 1 said. “Any pleasure you desire, it’s yours.”

“Why?” he asked me. A simple question.

“Why what?” I continued to eat my dinner as we chatted across the long table.

“Why did you pick me to spoil like this?” he asked.

“Why indeed…” I said.

“I mean, you met me at a sex club. Now you want to pamper me just to fuck you? I don’t get the catch,” Specimen 2 said.

“The catch is you never leave,” Specimen 1 said.

“That isn’t really true, is it? I mean, I figure, you pick me up at the club a couple of times, you like my big cock and endurance. You’re not the first to sing such praises of me. Rock stars aren’t the only ones with fans.”

“She’s a horny old lady,” Specimen 1 said, raising his glass to me. He drank the remainder in one gulp and reached for the bottle again. After he poured another glass, offering some to me and Specimen 2, which we refused, he cut into his chicken.

“What Dr. Miriam wants, she gets. You’ll see. You’re likely picked because you have a big cock and stamina. She’s studying you.”

Specimen 2 looked from Specimen 1 to me.

“Are you?” he asked. “Studying us?”

I laughed. “Scientists always study. Writers always write. Athletes always athlete…” I let the silly word hang. “Whether I’m aware of it or not, I’m constantly studying human behavior and the brain’s electrical impulses. It’s just what I do.”

“But you’re not really studying us, like in a fancy paper with a grant kind of experiment, are you? I mean, don’t we have to give consent and all of that?” Specimen 2 said.

“You, my darling, contracted a very interesting strain of influenza, necrotizing fasciitis borreliosis, and had to be quarantined here, remember?”

Specimen 1 snorted and poured himself another glass of wine.

“How long is this so-called quarantine?” Specimen 2 asked.

I paused and took a sip of my wine.

“Until the tests indicate that the disease has cleared from your system and you’re no longer able to infect anyone.”

“What about you? What about him?” Specimen 2 asked.

“We’ve been vaccinated,” I said. Specimen 1 shrugged.

“I could have been. Who knows what the hell she’s done to me.”

Specimen 2 grew pale. I began to play with my charm bracelet, staring intently at Specimen 1.

“What do you mean by that?” Specimen 2 asked. Specimen 1 stared back at me, my fingers on the bracelet, and frowned.

“Nothing…nothing… Come now, let’s eat before this delicious meal shrivels up on us.”

The rest of the meal was spent in silence. But by the time I brought out some cognac, we were all very relaxed.

“Let’s go down to Scott’s room,” I said standing up, holding my glass in one hand and the cognac bottle in the other.

“Sure, why not!” Scott said, grabbing another bottle of wine from the side bar as he led us down the back passage and through the secret hallway where one of the locked doors led to his section of the basement.

We watched TV for a little while, with me in the middle of the men. I had tripped specific switches in the panel of one of each of their charms at several points during the awkward dinner. By now, as predicted, they both had noticeable swells in their jeans. I rubbed each one of my hands on each one of their thighs. I turned to Specimen 2 and kissed him full on the lips.

“See? This isn’t so bad, is it?” I asked him softly as I pulled away. One of his hands cupped my breast. I turned my face towards Specimen 1 and kissed him. He held my face in his hands, pressing his lips against mine in tender, slow brushes. My own body swelled with excitement, my own implants tingling as they yearned to merge with each of the Specimen’s. I imagined the blood of three bodies entwining, the energy circuits surging and rushing, stopping and starting with hesitation, and undulating with urgency.

Before long, our clothes were off. I lay back, enjoying the twin sensations of my favorite men pleasuring me. My mind raced with every wet lick of their tongues—how vibrant their energy was, how it danced pleasurably with my own. They took turns eating my pussy, each one teasing me to a new height so that I’d come in the other one’s mouth. My loss of control in the ecstasy was nearly complete but I was always acutely aware of where my bracelet was at all times, my fingers always near the “panic button”.

When I’d had enough of cunnilingus, I pushed them from me.

“Your turn, boys,” I said, standing in front of them. They both turned to stare at me, their eyes wide with lust, their wills weakened with passion. I knew I looked powerful, my eyes flashing in the dim light of the TV screen, my large, high breasts and narrow waist, my long, firm thighs, all looked magnificent in this light. I caught a glimpse of myself in one of the mirrors and could see that this session was just what the doctor ordered.

“Sit down, both of you,” I commanded. They both sat on the couch. I went over to one of Specimen 1’s cabinets and brought out lube, towels, wet wipes, Kleenex and three bottles of water. Always practical, I placed them on the coffee table that was pushed back from the front of the couch.

I approached Specimen 1 with a stern look. I lowered myself to my knees and took what I could of him into my mouth. He groaned with the sudden pleasure. My free hand found Specimen 2’s cock and I stroked him while giving head to Specimen 1.

After giving back to the boys for a while, my jaw was growing numb so I climbed onto Specimen 1’s lap and sat facing away from him. I played with him for a while, teasing him with my pussy while I reached for the lube. I poured some into my hand and then slid it along his cock. He moaned and I lowered my ass onto him. The deliberate slowness of my lowering down onto him resulted in great pleasure for him. It was difficult to gauge whether he’d actually ever been that hard inside my actual pussy since the two orifices were very different on me.

The pleasure of him inside of me began to grow, the initial rough rawness of penetration replaced by a soothing massage. My pussy trembled with anticipation.

“Come to me,” I said to Specimen 2, holding out my arms. Specimen 1 didn’t miss a stroke as Specimen 2 slid home. We rocked together, a weird and crazy trio. They worked in a great rhythm, anticipating my needs, riding me on every wave of pleasure. At all times, I kept sight of my bracelet, no matter how high ecstasy took me. If I lost control for one minute, they could overpower me.

We were a sea of slick sweat and juices by the time we were done. By the end of it all, we had wound up on the floor in a maze of pillows, panting and laughing. The towels were already well used, so I stood up to go to the bathroom. I left the men exhausted, Specimen 2 already asleep. I found new towels and gave one to Specimen 1. With another I wiped Specimen 2.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. Time to go to your own room.”

“Oh. I just want to sleep here. Please…” he begged.

“No, I’m sorry, it’s off to bed with you.” I picked him up and slung him over my shoulder. Specimen 1 looked at me as if he’d seen a freak show.

“Christ, you’re strong,” he said with awe.

“Don’t you forget it,” I said. “Good night.”

I carried Specimen 2 out into the hall. I locked the door from the outside. Still naked, I put Specimen 2 to bed and back into his shackles. He didn’t even resist, he was so exhausted. I had to chuckle. He had great stamina until he came. Then he crumpled like a popped balloon. The hour was very late for him, for all of us.

I retreated to my own room and spent a fabulous rest of the night reliving the glorious threesome. This was a lifestyle I could definitely embrace.