Recruit

Chapter 23: Questions

  "Uh...um...guys. I-" you stumble over your words, mind blank with nervous shock as your eyes roam over the little black remotes in each man's hand. You swallow, looking to the side at Vicrul's evil grin.

"I don't know..." you breathe.

Trudgen is eyeing you with his lip pulled between his teeth, Ushar looks even more evil than Vicrul. Kuruk and Ap'lek seem pretty passive about it, of course. Cardo's eyebrows are raised at you, his bulging muscles rippling. Master is silent and still, like a statue chiseled from stone, made by a god's hand.

Your mind works quickly. You could rip it out, run away. But you're also getting really wet just thinking of the prospect of all them having so much control over you.

"Okay, if....if..." your eyes meet your master's, "you all answer some questions."

These men have been cryptic for far too long. And this could be the only opportunity to get to the bottom of all the strangeness.

Ap'lek shrugs, looking unconcerned. "Yeah, okay."

But Master's eye twitches, the first sign of movement since you stepped into the gym. You can't tell who, but someone starts the vibration. All the way to its max. You yelp, doubling over in surprise. It goes away quickly, but is replaced with a dull rumble. You wish you would have worn thicker pants, there's definitely going to be a big wet spot by the end of the day.

The knights disperse, Cardo and Master to the weights, Kuruk and Ap'lek working hand to hand combat. Trudgen grabs a few metal staffs off the wall, tossing one to you. You pull it through the air with the Shadow, grinning triumphantly at your growing skill. Ushar leans against the mirrored wall, watching you with a smirk. You give him a quick glare before pouncing at Vicrul who's twirling his staff.

He dodges and lunges, trying to strike the back of your leg. You block his staff with yours, metal crashing against metal. The vibration increases and you let out a quiet moan, your arms relaxing just enough for Vicrul to push back on your hold, swiping your feet out from under you. You roll, avoiding a stab from Trudgen's staff.

The vibration goes back down, leaving a dull, aching throb between your legs. Twisting and spinning and blocking, you can't get any good hits in at either man. Trudgen moves like a freight train, barreling and pushing with incredible speed. You always get your ass kicked by Trudgen. Vicrul's lighter on his feet, making quick swings with his staff like he does his scythe.

"Alright, Trudgen-uuhhnnng-" the vibration spikes, pausing your movements long enough for Vicrul to knock the staff out of your hands. You lunge for it and continue, "why—are you so...jealous? When no one else is."

Trudgen growls, hitting you with a hard blow, rattling your arms from the strength of the staff-on-staff hit.

"You don't—know the others. Like I do." He grunts, slamming a fist into your thigh, making your leg buckle. You try to ignore the increasing vibration, but it's getting progressively harder to.

"So?"

Then the vibration spikes, and you can't ignore it. Your body shakes, your knees weak. And you moan, hunching your shoulders. Trudgen pushes his staff across your chest, forcing you back until he pins you against the wall. You try to stay focused on his upset face. But he holds you there, and slips his hand down between your legs.

You can't keep your eyes open for long. He kicks your feet, spreading them apart before cupping your sex in his hand, pushing the vibration against your throbbing clit. Your moans get louder, sweat running down your temples. Then it goes away, leaving you panting and shaking. Trudgen holds you there with his hand, and your eyes open to focus on his.