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Prison Break! (Mr. M and Nurse K)

She giggled again when he called her his gorgeous little fucker. She couldn't believe that she actually liked it when he called her such a name as that. If anyone else called her that she would be appalled and probably slap them hard across the face. Not T-Bone though. She rested her head against his chest and entwined one of her legs with his. She flung an arm across his chest, the other one wrapped up under his shoulder and resting against the back of his neck.

She closed her eyes and began to concentrate on sleeping. It was only a matter of minutes before she drifted off, feeling completely safe and protected there with him. She was afraid of nothing when she was there with T-Bone, snuggled up close against his body.
 
They were woken the next morning by a pounding on the connecting door.

"T-Bone!" Levins shouted through the wood. "Let the bitch up and get her out here! We want breakfast!"

He groaned and hugged Elsa tighter for just a moment. "I'm sorry. Until we split up, we've got to balance keeping everyone happy, and part of the deal I sold them on is cooked meals. You're a good cook, I know you can do it. Just... try to act... subservient, I guess. Makes him less angry."

As they got up, T-Bone realized she had no clothing in the room. "Here, you're gonna want to wear something... use my T-shirt." It would fit over her, but would only barely cover her buttocks and crotch, like a really slutty minidress, and it would be tight enough around the chest that they could make out her areolas, but it would be a nod to modesty, and it would protect her slightly from any cooking spatter.
 
Her eyes fluttered open when she heard the pounding on the door and Levins voice. She felt T-Bone hug her closer for a moment and she nuzzled him gently. But then he pushed her away and she rolled to the other side of the bed, sitting up and stretching. She stood up and stretch more, her body a little sore from their strenuous encounters the night before. She looked down at her wrists. They were red and bruised, even a little dried blood. Levins would sure think that T-Bone'd had to tie her up to get her to do anything.

She took his T-shirt and pulled it over her head. She glanced down at herself in it. It would be a little comical except for the fact that she had no underwear to put on. The t-shirt came down just enough to cover her crotch nicely, but her round butt was exposed at the very bottom. Her nipples could sort of be seen too. If they got hard from being cold they would be obvious. She sighed softly, she would just have to deal with it.

"Let's hope I make it through this unscathed," she muttered to herself, hoping that T-Bone hadn't heard her. She unlocked the door to the other room and walked through as unobtrusively as she could. She went straight to the kitchenette and began to get out things she'd need to make breakfast.
 
Levins' face went from annoyance as she opened the door to shock as she brushed past him and he registered what he was looking at to a leering grin as he stared after her. He leaned against the doorframe as she worked, enjoying. Even Tiny looked up from the sports channel, got en eye-full, smiled, and turned back to the TV. For the moment, everyone was content to watch her work in the embarrassing shirt; breakfast was more important than molestation right then.

T-Bone came to the door behind Levins, gazing at Elsa, but a serious expression on his face. He loved to see her dressed all sexy and slutty like that, he was already semi-hard just looking at her, but he was concerned about Levins. "Hey, man," he murmured, a little too low for Elsa to hear. "We oughta give her her G-string at least. Make her feel more comfortable, work better."

"Why?" Levins asked, not taking his eyes off her. "Not like she's leaving the house. Hell, she don't need that shirt."

T-Bone frowned. "That may be true, but I thought you wanted some work out of her. What'd you do with her clothes?"

"Hid 'em."

"...What?"

"I hid her clothes. Look, she gets dressed, she's gonna run first chance she gets. We keep her naked, we keep control. In fact, I'ma gonna strip off that shirt..."

"Wait, hold on." T-Bone was frustrated, but being placating. "She's cooking. Give her a little protection against grease and such, will ya?" He sighed. "You can... strip her after the meal, all right?" He didn't like doing that, it felt like he was selling Elsa out. But he knew she was capable of putting up with it, and it was a small concession to Levins. He had to save his authority for the battles she really needed him for, like for her life.
 
Elsa got the carton of eggs out of the refrigerator and cracked five of them. There were still seven left in the carton. She knew they could eat all twelve at once but she thought it would be more practical to make an attempt to conserve their supply of food. For a little while she was completely immersed in the work, using it to keep her mind away from Tiny and Levins who she knew were gawking at her.

But then she heard Levins voice. "Strip her," was all she caught, but that caused the color to drain from her face. For those hours that she was with T-Bone she had almost forgotten that Levins existed, but now she was painfully aware that he did. She knew, especially dressed like this, that he was probably going to come after her right after he'd finished eating.

She tried to push those thoughts out of her mind again though. SHe finished making the breakfast, plating it all and setting it on the small table. There was a big pile of scrambled eggs, a pile of quick-cook bacon, some toast, and orange juice. She glanced around the room timidly, "Um. Breakfast is ready."
 
Tiny sat down, and Levins sat next to him, grinning evilly at Elsa. He tugged the chair next to him, the one opposite Tiny, over toward his corner of the table. "Why don't you sit on down here next to me, darlin'?"

"Don't mind if I do, sugar britches," said T-Bone crisply, sliding into the chair like he didn't even noticed Levins' leers. He glanced up at Elsa while he was adjusting the seat back to the middle and winked, then gestured to the open chair before tucking into his scrambled eggs like Tiny. Levins looked daggers at T-Bone, but then shook it off and returned to raping Elsa with his eyes from across the table as he started to eat.
 
Elsa moved to sit in the seat that Levins had yanked over to him, her heart pounding at the thought of having to sit so close to him like that. But then T-Bone, always her black knight, sat down in it instead. She caught his wink but kept her smile back, knowing that her smiling at T-Bone would piss Levins off. Elsa sat in the open chair and took an extremely small portion of food. She had a hard time eating these days and she knew that the men would easily eat all of the food if she didn't try to take a little for herself.

She slid her bare foot along T-Bone's leg from under the table, trying to tell him that she appreciated what he'd done for her without any of the other men knowing. Then she drew her foot away before he could respond, resuming picking at her food. She wouldn't look at Levins, instead choosing to stare into her paper plate as she ate her food.
 
The meal passed in silence, with only the occasional appreciative noise from T-Bone and Tiny. Apparently, they were impressed with her cooking, and let her know.

When breakfast was done, Tiny got back up to watch TV, T-Bone started to help Elsa clean up, and Levins just sat back and watched her move around in her tiny shirt. He didn't take his eyes off her for an instant.

And then there was a knock at the door, and a heavily-accented voice said "Housekeeping!"

The men all froze and looked at each other. Levins quickly said "I don't speak Spanish." Tiny shook his head from his seat on the bed. T-Bone cursed under his breath. "And there's supposed to be one of each of us in these rooms. All right, I'll have to handle it. Elsa, get in the other room until I bring you back."

"I'll take her," said Levins quickly, standing and striding over, grabbing her wrist. "You need to lose one of us, anyway..."
 
Elsa was in the middle of washing the dishes she used to make the food when the knock on the door came. She turned around, her eyes wide with horror. She quickly dried her hands and walked over to T-Bone when he began to talk to her. She saw Levins eyes follow her and she shrieked when he grabbed her wrist. Her first instinct was to pull away, and she tried to, but he held her fast.

She stood there next to him, but as far away from him as she could physically be. Then he began tugging her towards the other room. She opened the door and stumbled through it, again trying to tug her wrist away from him. She turned and looked passed Levins at T-Bone, her eyes pleading. But then he shut the door...and they were alone.
 
He shoved her bodily up against the wall right next to the connecting door, clapping his left hand over her mouth, pressing so hard he almost blocked her nose, as well, making it difficult to breathe. His face was right up next to hers, his body pushing on hers, she could feel every seam of his button-up shirt through the thin fabric of the T-shirt she wore. His right hand pressed against her side, resting on her hip, securing her to the wall.

"Now, sshhhhhhh" he whispered, "we don't want the maid to hear, do we? We don't want to have to run again, maybe take another hostage with us, like that maid in there. She'd be a witness, she'd make a good spare hostage. You want to have a sister-slut to help you take all the fucking? Hm? Bring some other girl into it? Then just go ahead and scream, put all of that into motion. You understand me, sugar tits?" He locked eyes with her in the dimness of the secondary room, the place she'd thought of has "her" bedroom, with T-Bone, waiting for her to acknowledge his words.
 
She whimpered when he shoved her against the wall and clasped his hand over her mouth. She breathed quickly and heavily, her eyes growing wide with terror again. Her hands balled into fists and she trembled, fear completely taking over her again. She could feel him pressed up against her, his buttons on his shirt pressing into her trembling stomach. Then his hand was on her hip in a mock caress, holding her there.

She nodded silently, swallowing anxiously as she waited for him to pull his hand away from her. As much as she hated being alone with them, as much as she hated being a fuck-toy for three, she would never force another woman into this. She should never make someone else go through this too. She glanced around frantically, the image of her precious room shattered forever.
 
He moved his hand off her mouth, sliding it down her cheek and jaw to grip her throat, still pinning her to the wall. His right hand moved in a mockery of a caress, down her hip and across the front of her bare thigh to cup against her pussy as he pressed his chest to her breasts. He began to move his right hand, rubbing against her mons, his finger trying to push inward between her nether lips. His face drew close to hers, his lips closing in by her ear, so he could whisper in a growly, filthy voice too low for anyone to hear.

"I know you're acting like a good little bitch, like a nice, subservient little whore, like you oughta, but I know you wanna rebel, inside, don't you? Bitches like you never accept your place, you're always shying away, always too good to just enjoy a dick when you're given one. Maybe T-Bone's right, maybe you can learn to show a little appreciation, huh? You think so? 'Cause I'm running out of patience with you, sugar tits..."

His rubbing became harder as he finished, his finger pushing into her almost angrily.
 
She whimpered again when his hand slid along her thigh and then began to touch her pussy. She had known that he was going to try to do something to her, but she had figured that he'd go along with his usual routine of just fucking her and leaving, or fucking her and throwing her off of the bed or whatever. She hadn't thought that he would touch her or actually try to get a rise out of her. It seemed that he was no longer satisfied with just taking her body. She wanted him to give it now.

She nodded again, yelping when he pushed his finger up inside of her angrily. She wriggled in response, almost involuntarily, her fingers clawing at the wall behind her. "Y-yes," she stammered, nodding once more, "I...I can show appreciation." she certainly showed T-Bone a lot of appreciation, but Levins obviously didn't know what. "I...can enjoy...dick..." she said, more awkwardly than her other statements. She didn't specifically say that she could enjoy his dick, because she honestly didn't think that she could.
 
Levins was about to say something else, had drawn breath to whisper some other horrible thing into her ear when the connecting door, which hadn't been fully closed, flew open abruptly, and Levins was literally yanked away from her, dragged into the other room. T-Bone let go of him and then stepped to the doorway again, just as Elsa heard the maid's keys in the door to the smaller room.

T-Bone took her arm and drew her back into the main room again, quietly closing the doors so that the maid wouldn't realize what was up. "She just dropped off towels, TP, and took out the garbage. She's going to do a full number on the other room; fresh sheets, everything." He squeezed her arm, out of sight from everyone else, trying to reassure her. He looked at her concerned, as she clearly was not over the reaction to Levins yet.
 
A huge wave of relief washed over her when Levins was yanked away from her and into the other room. She had a second to breathe by herself before T-Bone pulled her back into the other room. She felt reassured by his little squeeze, her adoration of him swelling with every second. He'd saved her from Levins twice this morning. She knew she'd eventually have to face him, but for every time T-Bone saved her from the horrible man her attachment to him doubled.

She hid another smile. She knew why the maid needed to change the sheets in the other room. She wasn't going to reveal her and T-Bone's secret though. As long as T-Bone wanted it to be a secret, it would be. Elsa tugged the shirt around herself, trying to make it longer than it was. She desperately wanted her clothes back.
 
Levins noticed the tugging, fuming as he was about being interrupted. "Hey, she's done cooking now, she's got no need for protection. Take that shit off, girl!"

T-Bone held up a hand, asking Levins to cool off a moment. "Elsa, I'm going to ask you to go naked for a little while, here," he said in a reasonable tone, looking at Levins the entire time. "Just when you're around in private like this. Certain people think it'll make you less likely to run."

"Damn straight," Levins grumbled. "Besides, girl as fine as that ought to be showing her shit off all the fucking time."

"Be that as it may," T-Bone said with an edge to his voice, "I'm gonna ask that you indulge us. And try not to be embarassed." He finally glanced at her, a little bit of a twinkle in his eye. "You really have nothing to be ashamed of. At all." It was an odd sort of reassurance, but it was all he could give her at this point, he knew.
 
Her eyes widened again at Levins screaming at her. She cringed and her instinct was to hide behind T-Bone, but she tried her very best to stay where she was. She glanced down at herself, immediately hating herself for tugging at the shirt. Maybe if she'd just left it alone Levins wouldn't have said anything.

She glanced up at T-Bone when he spoke. His voice was so soothing to her, it was almost hypnotizing. She looked down at the floor when he said 'indulge' us. Like she was doing them an honor or something. She fidgeted for a couple of moments and then sucked in a deep breath. She tugged the shirt up this time, lifting it over her head and off of her. She held it in front of her for a moment before timidly setting it down on the table next to her.

She started to cover herself with her arms but then stopped. She fidgeted again and then just let her arms hang down at her sides, her naked body completely exposed to the three of them. She was trying not to be embarrassed, but of course, she was.
 
Three pairs of eyes drank her in; yes, they'd all seen her naked before, but it was always a pleasure.

"All right," said Levins, in a much more agreeable tone. He went back to the bed and reclined on it, sitting back against the headboard. "I believe you have some dishes to finish, sugar tits." He grinned lewdly at her, lacing his fingers behind his head and settling in to watch.

"Just... treat it like a game," T-Bone murmured to her, very softly. "Like you're showing off for me. Levins just happens to be here, too, but pretend you're doing it just for me. Okay?" He hoped he was helping; he knew she was willing to go an extra distance for him, and if she did this, he knew it would help keep Levins agreeable. Which was good, because a disagreeable Levins was dangerous, and they weren't able to part company quite yet.

He gestured toward the sink, and gave her luscious buttocks a light playful spank as she passed him, chuckling a little bit to show he was only fooling around. He moved over to the TV, taking the remote from Tiny and switching on some cartoons. The large man immediately started chuckling, completely distracted away from Elsa, and T-Bone leaned against the wall, watching her and keeping an eye on Levins.
 
She looked at Levins for a moment but then dropped her eyes and began to move towards the sink. T-Bone's words comforted her. Pretend like she's doing it just for him. She could definitely do that. She smiled when he smacked her on the butt, turning her head and giggling at him softly. She couldn't definitely do that. She wiggled her butt at him suggestively and then walked over to the sink to finish the dishes.

She worked through them all without glancing back, but once she was done washing them she took a chance and looked back, seeing Levins looking at her. She caught his eye for a moment, unsure of what to do. She dropped her eyes but shifted her weight purposely, causing her butt to jiggle a little. She wasn't doing much, but she hoped that that tiny movement told him something about their little 'conversation' earlier.
 
The men didn't take their eyes off her (with the exception of Tiny, who split his attention), and after she did the little hip sway/butt jiggle at Levins, he made an appreciative sigh.

"Tiny, move over to one of them chairs," Levins said, getting up. "Ain't nobody made the bed today, I think maybe our maid ought to take a crack at it." T-Bone arched an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. He wondered if they were just going to watch her doing chores all day, or if Levins had something more up his sleeve. But he stayed leaning against the wall, watching impassively as the other two cleared the bed so Elsa could make it.
 
She dried her hands off on a towel and stacked the dishes before she turned around again. She heard Levins basically command her to make his bed for him. She walked over there as slowly as she could without stalling. She didn't want her breasts to jiggle as she walked, it was bad enough that she was naked like this. When she passed T-Bone she very lightly brushed her fingers over his knee, but she didn't dare look at him. She didn't want Levins to know that she had special feelings for T-Bone.

When she got to the bed she straightened it out and then began pulling the sheets back into place. She had to bend over it to make it look nice, inevitably revealing her pussy to whoever was behind her (who, surprise, just happened to be Levins).
 
Levins chuckled at the view. Whether she had intended it or it had just been coincidence, he drank in the sight of her, enjoying the sensual view of her as she did simple domestic chores. Something about a woman so reduced to doing menial chores while simultaneously being a sex object.

The men watched her finish making the bed, and then T-Bone cleared his throat. "Levins. We have to do some shopping. Have to pick up a few groceries for tonight..." He gestured to the door. Levins looked disappointed, but he got up.

"Tiny, keep an eye on the little missus, will you?" The large man nodded as he climbed up on the made bed and sat leaning up against the headboard. T-Bone gave Elsa a significant look and a gentle smile as they left.

Tiny looked at her and patted the bed beside him. "Come on up and watch some cartoons with me, pretty lady," he said softly. "I promise I won't try nothing."
 
Elsa glanced from Levins to T-Bone when he mentioned the groceries. She'd thought that maybe Levins would suggest that T-Bone just bring Tiny...but then Levins got up and went himself. That surprised her, but she pretended not to notice. Elsa, of course, caught the look and smile from T-Bone, yearning more than anything to run over and give him a hug and a kiss before he left. Instead, she climbed up onto the bed with Tiny, sitting next to him.

She laughed softly as the other two men left, turning to look at Tiny. "You're so sweet, Tiny." she said gently to him, pating his hand lightly. She wasn't very interested in cartoons, but she figured she might doze off and get a nice little nap while the others were gone.
 
((Apologies; I know where we want to go, but I've been blocked on how to get from here to there. Finally have some time to give it a shot, though...))

Elsa was able to doze a bit, leaning next to Tiny with the wacky animated hijinks playing nearby. He was true to his word, and he let her be, happy to have her just there with him. Thus it was that she was not sure how much time had passed before she roused to the sound of the key in the lock. T-Bone and Levins came in bearing grocery bags and other plastic sacks. They put them on the table, and T-Bone motioned for Elsa to join him in the other room, through the connecting door. Levins grinned at her, but didn't say a word.

In the other room, T-Bone closed the door behind them, and sighed. "Okay. I had a long talk with Levins about you and women in general. I think I understand where he's coming from, but the problem is... it's kind of a crazy, scary place. And it won't be easy for you if you want to keep him happy and non-violent. I think you can do it, I know you can, but... it's going to require some acting skills. You'll have to hide yourself when he's around, show him only what he expects to see. Can you do that? To keep yourself safe, and make it easier for me to control him?" T-Bone looked at her seriously, wanting her to say yes, but wanting even more for her to be honest. If she tried and then broke, it might go even worse than if she hadn't tried at all...
 
((It's alright! I'm just glad we're on again. <3))

Elsa sat up and looked towards the door when she heard the key turning. She got off of the bed when they were both in the room and the door was shut to avoid making it look like she was going to try to run. It was only when she slid off of the bed that she realized that she was naked. She sighed to herself, her slightly lifted mood sullied again by the knowledge of the state she was in. She followed T-Bone into the other room and listened to what he said, though most of her vigor for him had dissipated, at least momentarily.

She thought about what he said for a few moments before she bothered to answer. She had to act for Levins, make him think that she was what he wanted her to be. The only problem was she didn't exactly know what he wanted her to be. She nodded to T-Bone, "I'll...I'll put on the act. But...how does he want me to be? I need you to be specific so that I don't mess this up."
 
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