The Darkness We Share (Revna x Jaythous)

[Revna]

Warning's for this RP

This will be a DARK rp where character's are kidnapped and forced into a room with each other to fuck each other as the kidnapper pleases. If you are sensitive to non-con, dub-con, mental/physical/sexual violence, or harder core kinks such as cock and ball abuse. Please do not read this RP. Otherwise, welcome to the dark side!

𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖓​

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The air was heavy and thick with an oppressive stillness, a silence so profound it felt alive. Celeste Kane's eyelids fluttered open, her senses sluggish as she fought to orient herself. Her body ached, every muscle screaming in protest as if she'd been dragged and discarded without care. The cold gnawed at her bare skin, and a sharp chill ran down her spine as she realized she was stripped to nothing but her underwear. A soft groan escaped her lips as she shifted, the dim light casting long shadows over the faint outlines of three other figures sprawled across the floor nearby.

She wasn't alone.

Her breath hitched as the figures stirred, their movements jerky and uncertain, as though they, too, were shaking off the fog clouding their minds. The floor beneath her was unforgiving, its surface leeching warmth from her body, and her arms instinctively wrapped around herself. A knot of fear twisted in her stomach, but before she could fully take in the room surrounding her, a crackle pierced the air. A loudspeaker came to life, its static slicing through the heavy silence and making her flinch.

"Welcome to The Den." The voice was smooth, deliberate, and dripping with cruelty.

It reverberated through the space, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Celeste's gaze darted upward, though the speaker remained hidden from view. "You will spend twenty-one days here," the voice continued, calm but laced with sadistic amusement. "You will eat when I say you eat. Sleep when I say you sleep. Drink when and what I tell you to drink. Fuck when and how I say to fuck. For the next three weeks, you are mine. There is no escape, no mercy, and no second chances. Fail to comply, and you will starve and die here."

The words hung in the air like a death sentence, the room itself seeming to close in tighter with every syllable. The voice paused, as though savoring their fear, before adding with chilling finality, "Let the games begin."

The speaker clicked off, leaving behind the low hum of the room's electrics and the uneven, shallow breaths of its occupants. Celeste's skin prickled with goosebumps, the weight of the announcement pressing down on her like a physical force. She glanced toward the other figures, their silhouettes trembling with the same raw fear she felt coursing through her veins. Each one seemed to mirror her confusion, their faces shrouded in the dim light, their movements frantic yet futile. Slowly taking in the sex dungeon around them with wide nervous eyes.

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The memories came rushing back with brutal clarity, each fragment cutting into her like shards of glass. The cool breeze brushing against her skin. The faint scent of rain in the air. She'd been walking home from a late shift, her thoughts preoccupied with mundane worries. A fleeting shadow in her peripheral vision had been her only warning.

She remembered fumbling with her keys, her heart racing as she quickened her steps. The distinct sound of footsteps behind her had sent adrenaline surging through her veins. Then came the sharp sting at her neck. Her body had betrayed her, the world tilting violently as the pavement rushed up to meet her. The last thing she saw before the darkness consumed her was a pair of black boots, glinting faintly under the flickering streetlamp.

And now, she was here.

Celeste's throat tightened as she forced herself back to the present, the weight of her situation crashing down on her anew. The room's atmosphere loomed like a predator, every sound amplified in the eerie quiet. She could feel the weight of the others, their fear almost palpable in the air. Yet she kept her own eyes fixed forward, scanning the vague outlines of her surroundings for any clue, any escape, any shred of hope.

Her fingers curled into fists, her nails biting into her palms as she willed herself to stay calm. Panic was a luxury she couldn't afford, not now. Not here. Whatever The Den was, whatever this person had planned for them, she wasn't going to crumble. She couldn't.

She glanced around once more, taking in the shadows of the others and the forbidding walls surrounding them. The fight for survival had begun, and Celeste Kane was determined to play the game enough to survive and hopefully keep her soul intact. "Hello?" Her voice cracked from dryness, her mouth felt like sandpaper and begging for water.

 

[Jaythous]

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Peter McBride began waking up with a deep, long, pained, groan. His right hand slowly went to his forehead as he curled up on the floor with a shiver against the cold. His head was pounding, his stomach churning, and his body felt like it had been sick all day. He took a bit longer to wake than the other three captives. He could hear a recording say something about a den and felt the presence of others in the room. He kept his eyes closed as he tried to settle the dizzying headache. Why did he feel so bad?

The memories all flooded back. He had been ecstatic to be at his boss's, boss's, boss's party in the penthouse suite of the most expensive hotel. He had been an honored guest, or so he had thought. After a full night of drinking and partying he vaguely remembered a sexy woman giving him something to drink and then blacking out. "Ohhh my head" he groaned again as the robot voice in the room wouldn't shut up. He felt the cold floor on his side and noticed that he was only in his boxers. Where did his suit and tie go? He slowly opened his eyes. What light there was gave him a slight headache. He didn't get hangovers usually, so something had to have been in that drink.

His biggest fears were realized as he opened his eyes to see a room he didn't recognize and three people he didn't know before he shut them against the fear. His hearing finally focused on the robot voice as it said "You will eat when I say you eat. Sleep when I say you sleep. Drink when and what I tell you to drink. Fuck when and how I say to fuck. For the next three weeks, you are mine. There is no escape, no mercy, and no second chances. Fail to comply, and you will starve and die here." That didn't sound good.

Peter sat up, his feet on the floor, his elbows on his knees and his fists rubbing his eyes. Still groggily he said, "What's going on?" and then he opened his eyes really for the first time. Nothing was familiar. It looked like some kind of BDSM dungeon. He had been in some before, but none as lavish as this. What kind of wired trick were his Bosses playing on him? He suddenly felt like the joke. He could see three other people in the room, but couldn't make out any details other then one looked to be a woman who was only a few feet away from him. "Who's there? What are we doing here, what games?"

 

[Revna]

Song to listen to while reading

Celeste's skin prickled with goosebumps, the weight of the announcement pressing down on her like an iron shroud. She glanced at the others, who were now stirring more urgently, their expressions a mirror of her own—fear, confusion, and the desperate need to survive. The woman, a petite brunette with wide, terrified eyes, pushed herself upright, her breathing ragged. "W-what is this? What's happening?" she stammered, clutching her knees to her chest as she looked around the room in panic.

The man on the far side of the room, tall with broad shoulders and a buzz cut, was anything but calm. He shot to his feet, fists clenched, and roared into the empty space, "I'm not doing shit, you hear me? Whoever's out there, let us out right fucking now!" His voice echoed off the walls as he stormed to the door, yanking at the handle with all his strength. It didn't budge. "Goddamn it!" he bellowed, slamming his fist against the unyielding metal.

Celeste forced herself to take a deep breath, her heart hammering against her ribs. Focus. She needed to focus. Her gaze shifted to the room around them, taking in the dim light and the unmistakable atmosphere of a BDSM dungeon. It wasn't just a room—it was an apartment, or at least a twisted imitation of one. The furniture, though functional, was kink-themed, and the sense of control hung in the air like a fog.

The man by the door cursed again, rattling the handle. "It's locked from the outside," he growled, turning back to face the group with a glare. His eyes landed on Celeste, and she met his fury with a calm steadiness she didn't entirely feel.

Ignoring him for now, Celeste turned to the trembling woman. "Hey," she said softly, inching closer. "What's your name?"

The woman blinked at her, tears brimming in her eyes. "M-Megan," she managed.

"Megan, it's going to be okay," Celeste said, keeping her voice steady. "I know this is terrifying, but panicking won't help us. Let's take a moment and figure out where we are, okay?"

Megan hesitated, then nodded, her breathing evening out slightly. "Okay," she whispered.

Together, they began exploring the room. It was carpeted, with a small adjoining bathroom that offered at least some semblance of privacy. There was a bedroom area with a massive California king bed. Celeste's stomach turned at the thought of all of them sharing it, but for now, it seemed like the only option. Once Megan seemed a little steadier, Celeste turned her attention to the man near the door. Peter McBride was seated on the floor, his head in his hands. "None of us know anything," Celeste said firmly, answering the question he had groggily asked earlier.

The angry man's glare snapped back to her. "And you think you do?" he snarled.

Celeste straightened, meeting his anger with unwavering confidence. "I know panicking and yelling at a locked door won't help us," she shot back, her tone sharp. "If you're done wasting your energy, maybe we can figure out a plan."

For a moment, he loomed over her, his chest heaving with fury. But Celeste held her ground, her gaze unflinching. Finally, he let out a low growl and stepped back, his scowl deepening. "Fine," he muttered, retreating to the other side of the room.

Celeste exhaled slowly, the adrenaline coursing through her veins making her limbs tremble. Her eyes swept the room once more, taking in the shadows and the clearly heavily sexual atmosphere. Panic clawed at her chest, threatening to take hold, but she shoved it down. She couldn't afford to lose control. Not here. Not now.

The fight for survival had begun, and Celeste Kane was determined to stay in control—even as fear gripped her core like a vice.

 

[Jaythous]

Peter rubbed at his temples as another male voice started shouting at the door. "Arg… shut up!" he mumbled to himself. He wasn't loud enough for the others to hear, but it helped him control his pain. As Celeste started to calm everyone down, Peter was simply gaining his own wits about himself.

When he heard Celeste answer his question with "None of us know anything" he opened and rose his eyes to look at her more focused. His dark grey eyes narrowed as he took in the beautiful redhead for the first time. His original thoughts in that moment were that she couldn't be real. She was absolutely stunning! Something out of a fantasy. He blinked as the other man snapped "And you think you do?" to Celeste. Then from Celeste's retort he puffed up his chest and came at her. Peter thought he was being ridiculous, and he should… damn Peter's head hurt like a mother!!!

Pater took a few deep breaths and then tried to join the party as his mind started to catch up to the situation. As the confusion and excitement swirled around him he calmly stood up and looked around for possible ways to leave the room. Things did look bleak. His eyes focused on movement that was Celeste. As his mind cleared from the fog, somehow she looked even more beautiful! His eyes then looked at the other two, gaging their emotional states and intellect from what he had heard and how they were reacting now.

Taking all the things he had heard in the last five minutes he looked up to where a speaker might be and asked, "Why are we here?"

 

[Revna]

The air remained tense, the silence broken only by the soft hum of the electrics and the shifting movements of the captives. Megan, the wide-eyed brunette, seemed to gather her thoughts first. Her voice wavered as she spoke, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if trying to shield herself from the chill.

"I… I was at the library," Megan stammered, her hazel eyes darting nervously around the room. "I stayed late to finish some research. I remember walking to my car, and then… I don't know. Someone grabbed me from behind. I didn't even see their face." She shivered, her voice breaking slightly. "This has to be some kind of mistake. I don't belong here."

Damian let out a derisive snort, his sharp features twisted in a scowl. "A mistake? Right." He paced, his frustration barely contained. "I was at a bar. Had a few drinks, shot some pool. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in this… this hellhole." He banged his fist against the nearest surface, testing its sturdiness, then muttered under his breath, "I'm not playing this sick game."

Celeste watched them both, her expression carefully neutral as she let their words sink in. The pieces didn't add up, and the rising tension in her chest begged for release. Taking a steadying breath, she spoke, her voice calm but firm. "I was walking home from work. It was late, and I thought I was alone. Someone jabbed something into my neck, and then I blacked out." She paused, her gaze sweeping across the group. "Whoever did this… they planned it. None of this is random."

Peter's question hung in the air, unanswered, but Celeste turned her focus back to the group. "Has anyone done something recently… something they shouldn't have? Anything that could've made someone target you?" Her eyes flicked to Megan first, then Damian, her tone inviting but edged with urgency. "Think carefully."

Megan hesitated, wringing her hands as she searched her memory. "I don't… I mean, I had an argument with a professor last week, but that doesn't mean—" She stopped herself, shaking her head. "No, nothing. I can't think of anything serious."

Damian growled, raking a hand through his dark hair. "I've pissed off plenty of people, but nothing worth this. A bar fight, maybe. Some bad bets." He glanced at Celeste, his tone challenging. "But you really think this is about us? Feels more like some psycho with too much time on his hands."

Celeste crossed her arms, her sharp green eyes narrowing. "I don't believe in coincidences. Someone went to a lot of trouble to put us here. That means there's a reason, whether we see it yet or not."

She let the weight of her words settle over the room, glancing between Megan, Damian, and Peter. The tension was palpable, the silence heavy with unspoken fears. Celeste's heart hammered in her chest, but she forced herself to stay composed. They needed answers, and panicking wouldn't get them anywhere.

 

[Jaythous]

The deafening silence from the speakers after his questions was unnerving. When Megan began to tell her story, Peter took a deep breath and listened. Yelling at anyone or any thing was not going to help the situation. Damian's bad attitude was starting to get on Peter's nerves too. He almost gave Damian a sharp retort back in defense of Megan, but held his tongue this time. instead he listened to Damian spit his memories of arrival in this dungeon and felt his own situation being mirrored. Finally he listened to Celeste. Her's sounded the most aggressive, with a sharp pain in her neck. Visions of someone plunging a needle in the back of the beautiful redhead's neck filled his mind.

Peter chimed in after Celeste, "Similar to his experience, I was at a party with my boss when I was given a drink that knocked me out... and here I am... with a pounding headache."

After Celeste asked if anyone had done something to warrant this type of treatment Peter was pretty quiet. He let everyone else go first, but at the end finally said, "I've done some things in the name of getting ahead that might make powerful competitors want to kidnap me... but involving others isn't their style. No... I don't think I've done something to cause this..."

he let a moment or two pass before saying, "Anyone see a refrigerator, or oven and stove? How about a water facete?" He then saw the large king bed and the bathroom. Going to the bathroom he took a look. After coming back he said, "Well, we either need to take turns or get to know each other intimately..." Peter then walked over to Megan, laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and said, "You are right to be worried, but we are all going to have to be strong to get out of here." Peter looked over to Celeste then, "My name's Peter, and our captor either didn't have anywhere else to put us, or we are going to have some strange days ahead of us." he finished while looking around at the BDSM furniture.

 

[Revna]

Before anyone could respond, a sharp crackle filled the room as the speakers came alive again. The distorted, mechanical voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"Ah, it seems you're catching on. Let me make this perfectly clear: there will be no food, no water, no showers, no comforts of any kind unless you follow my rules. You've noticed, I'm sure, that none of the sinks work. The only water in this room is in the toilet—should you prefer to test my patience. I promise, you won't like the results."

A low, static-filled chuckle followed, as though the person on the other end found their predicament amusing.

"But I'm feeling... generous. Let's play a game, shall we? A simple one to start. To unlock water access for one hour, Celeste, you will sit on Peter's lap for five minutes. That's it. No one moves, no one interrupts. When the time is up, the sinks, showers, and even the toilet will provide water—for one hour. Refuse, and you'll all remain parched."

The voice dropped an octave, losing any pretense of levity. "You may think this is just a game, but I assure you, the stakes will only grow higher. Choose wisely."

The speakers clicked off, leaving an eerie silence in their wake.

Megan gasped and pressed her hands to her mouth, her wide eyes darting to Celeste. "That's... that's sick! They can't expect us to actually do this."

Damian, who had been pacing furiously, let out a sharp, derisive laugh. "Why not? It's five minutes. Not exactly a big deal, princess. Or are you planning to hold out until someone passes out from dehydration?"

Celeste turned to glare at Damian, her green eyes narrowing. "You think this is funny? You think any of this is normal?"

Damian shrugged, leaning back against the wall. "Nothing about this is normal, sweetheart. But if you're too proud to play along, don't expect me to start drinking out of the damn toilet just to save your ego."

Megan whimpered, clearly on the verge of tears. "Stop it, both of you! This isn't helping!"

Celeste took a deep breath, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. She hated this—hated the powerlessness, the humiliation, the way they were being treated like pawns in someone else's twisted game. But as much as she wanted to dig her heels in and refuse, the thought of Megan—or herself—being forced to resort to drinking from a toilet turned her stomach.

"Fine," Celeste said at last, her voice steady but cold. "If that's what it takes to get water, then I'll do it."

Damian gave a mock salute. "That's the spirit."

Ignoring him, Celeste turned her attention to Peter. "You okay with this?" she asked, her tone neutral.

She waited for his response, her expression guarded but resolute. Whatever his answer, she'd find a way to deal with it.

 

[Jaythous]

Peter was unhappy with the timing of the speaker voice as he was just about to get to know his new roommates, but he had no choice than to stand and listen quietly. Peter had been in a haze for the voices first explanation of their situation, so he was hearing about the denial of food and water for the first time. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed in anger and frustration at another human doing this to others. This was inhumane, yet his calculating mind told him he had to wait and bide his time.

Peter's eyes went to Celeste right after the voice ordered her to sit in his lap if they wanted some water. This was no game, this was some sicko playing their own reality TV. Peter's eyes darted to Megan as she began to freak out about being forced to do things. Before he could say anything Damian exclaimed about doing it or being without water. Peter gave a commanding voice he didn't normally use in order to match Damian's panic, "Sir! Don't panic and push everyone else to panic. Just stay calm." Peter's voice softened as he tried to clam Damian down. "You're right! We don't have a choice in the matter right now, but this little game can't go much further for us to go along…" the second part of the line said more towards the speakers than his roommates.

He knew the brown haired girl was named Megan, so Celeste must be the pretty redhead. Why the voice chose her to sit on him, he didn't know, but Peter didn't think it was a problem. His biggest problem might be trying not to get a hard-on when she sat on him in only her underwear for Celeste was an absolutely stunningly good looking woman. Peter had faith in himself enough to know he wouldn't make it wired if only for five minutes. There was no telling how Celeste felt about the order though. Peter looked to her, his eyes warm and sympathetic, but strong and calming. After a moment of looking into her eyes, he slowly nodded silently to her and waved her over. He then looked around for a comfortable place to sit.

Peter chose one of the big, cushioned chairs along the wall to sit in so they could both be comfortable. He walked over to it and turned back to Celeste. "Does this work for you?" If Celeste agreed he would sit down on it, get comfortable, and invite Celeste to join him. He was only in his boxers, but he made sure to pull them slightly sideways so the opening in front didn't sit over his manhood.

 

[Revna]

Celeste swallowed hard, forcing down the frustration bubbling in her chest. Her green eyes flicked to Peter, who seemed as calm as one could be in this surreal nightmare. She could feel the weight of his silent nod, his gaze warm yet steady, and she hated how much she appreciated it. This wasn't normal. None of this was normal. But if she was going to get through this, she needed to play the game—for now.

As Peter moved toward the cushioned chair and gestured to it, she gave a short nod, her face composed despite the heat creeping up her neck. She followed him, her bare feet padding against the cold floor. The sound of her movement seemed louder in the silence that had settled over the room.

Just as she reached him and was about to settle herself into his lap, the speaker crackled back to life.

"Stop."

The single word froze her in place. The voice chuckled darkly, slow and deliberate, as though savoring the moment.

"Celeste, dear, you'll need to sit… properly. Don't half-ass this. I want you sitting with your back straight and your weight centered—exactly where it matters most. Anything less, and the game doesn't count."

The static faded, leaving the room eerily quiet once more.

Celeste's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing crimson as the implication of the words sank in. She glanced at Peter, catching the slight tension in his jaw. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, but she forced herself to take a deep breath. This was no time to hesitate.

Straightening her spine, Celeste climbed onto Peter's lap, careful to meet his gaze as she moved. She positioned herself just as instructed, her plush curves settling firmly against him. Her thighs pressed into his, and her weight rested fully where it was undoubtedly felt. The warmth of his body radiated against her skin, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. Her breath came shallow, but she forced her shoulders to relax, refusing to let the kidnapper see her discomfort. She glanced briefly at Peter, her voice soft but steady. "Five minutes. That's all."

The timer above the door lit up, a glowing red "5:00" flashing into existence as a reminder of the countdown that had begun.

 

[Jaythous]

Peter settled himself before moving his hands and arms to the side. At first to the side of his legs, then to the arms of the chair, and then up and then back down... he was a bit nervous and unsure where to put his arms, but finally forced himself to stop fidgeting and lay them on the arms of the chair. He looked back up to Celeste's eyes as they all heard the voice chime in once again. As Celeste looked into his eyes she found them to be a dark grey...no... a dark hazel as she got closer, with hints of many colors flickering in the light. Peter was a handsome man with broad shoulders, toned fit muscles, a flat stomach with the hint of abs muscles, but nothing out of a fitness mag, and smooth, healthy, radiant skin. His thighs were meaty and strong, the kind a man gets from high level sports or workouts, not the thin skinny jeans type.

After hearing how the voice wanted Celeste to sit on him, Peter gave a biting retort back, "How many cameras do you have on us? Why not have drones on our head's you sicko!?" he then took a breath. It had felt good to release some of the tension in his body, show some fight, and let out his anger at being captured, but he almost immediately regretted trying to wind the voice up.

As Celeste got close to him to comply, he felt her unease, anger, and tension at the situation and how he would react to her. He needed to try and calm her and to make her more comfortable around him, or this was going to be a long 5 minutes. When she looked back into his eyes for reassurance that he wanted this, he nodded silently again to her, then he opened his palms and motioned for her to sit on him. He whispered in an attempt for only her to hear, "It's ok… you can sit on me, we'll get through this."

As she sat down on him and he felt her weight, warm, smooth, beautiful skin for the first time on his, and caught her delicate, yet lovely sent, he felt his manhood give a jolt of arousal. He quickly suppressed those feelings. This was not the time! Mmmm… but she felt good on him. As she moved to center herself and get in position, he pushed up gently with his hips in order to allow her to center herself on him. Celeste could feel his warm skin against her. Even almost fully naked with the cool air around them, Peter gave off heat like a furnace. His blood circulation was above average. He also gave off a slight musky smell with the hint of good whiskey. Truth be told he needed a shower to take the taint of too much drinking last night, but otherwise he wasn't far removed from a shower before the party and kidnapping.

There was also no mistaking his substantial package between his legs. This came about as he had his legs closed enough to allow her to sit backwards on him. As she sank in against him he opened his legs slightly which took some of the pressure off his balls and manhood by letting them slip between his legs, but he found he really didn't mind it the feeling at all.

As she moved back against him he instinctively put his warm right hand down onto her right mid-thigh and his left warm hand pressed against her left side. He left them there for a half a moment before he realized and pulled them back away. He whispered "yup… yes… that's fine… oh sorry… yes… five minutes… I'm ok… you?" After a little while when he felt she might be straining to stay in the exact right position he whispered, "It's ok, you can lean back against me if you need to." He waited until 30 seconds had gone and they were getting more comfortable with each other to whisper "I gather you are Celeste? I'm Peter… Nice to meet you." He chuckled. Then continued, "This is a bad situation… Let's find something to gather as much water as we can once he lets us run the fossettes."

 

[Revna]

Heat unfurled slowly in Celeste's chest, her body warming as she settled into his lap. The instructions from the speaker lingered heavily in her mind, and though she did her best to straighten herself, she couldn't ignore the firm presence beneath her. She adjusted slightly, her movements deliberate, until she was seated in the exact position demanded by their captor. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but she refused to let the embarrassment take over. Her shoulders squared as she steadied herself, determined to maintain some semblance of composure.

The electricity of his touch caught her off guard when his hands instinctively brushed her thighs. A sharp breath hitched in her throat, her skin buzzing where his warm palms had been before he quickly moved them away. The fleeting contact left an unshakable tingle in its wake, but Celeste focused on the necessity of their situation. Her gaze dropped momentarily to the floor, a cascade of emotions washing over her: frustration, anger, and a reluctant resolve to endure.

The seconds stretched on, each one feeling heavier than the last, until her body began to relax. Slowly, she allowed herself to lean back, her shoulders resting lightly against his chest. The warmth radiating from him was a stark contrast to the cold tension in the room, and she begrudgingly found it... comforting. Not ideal, not wanted, but a necessary solace in their shared predicament.

"We should figure out what we can use for water," she murmured, her voice low as she scanned the room. Rising panic prickled in her gut, but she swallowed it down, her tone steady. "If we're only given access for short bursts, we need to make it count."

Her eyes darted to the others as they began searching the room for containers. Megan rifled through drawers, muttering anxiously under her breath, while Damian, with a scowl plastered across his face, kicked aside furniture in frustration. Their efforts were yielding next to nothing—some shallow dishes and a few unhelpful decorative items, but nothing substantial.

At the two-and-a-half-minute mark, the speaker crackled back to life, cutting through the tension in the room like a blade.

"I see you're all getting comfortable," the voice drawled, the amusement unmistakable. "Though it seems someone here doesn't quite know their place." There was a pause, the static humming ominously. "Since obedience is still in question, let me make this simple. Celeste—turn around. Straddle him. Face him. Any more lip from your boyfriend there, and we'll make the first example your first lesson. Don't test me."

Celeste's stomach dropped, and for a brief moment, her resolve wavered. The weight of their situation pressed down on her shoulders, suffocating. Her gaze flickered over to Megan and Damian as they continued their frantic search for something—anything—that could hold water. But the tension in the room was suffocating, and it was clear everyone had heard the threat.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she turned her attention back to the task demanded of her. Straightening her spine, she shifted her weight and prepared to comply. There was no room for hesitation now—not with the consequences looming so dangerously close. Forcing herself to move, her muscles felt like lead as she pushed herself up and shifted on his lap. Slowly, she swung her leg over, straddling his thighs and facing him. The motion brought their bodies even closer, and she felt her skin flush as the heat between them grew unbearable. Her weight settled on him, and though she tried to ignore it, she couldn't help but notice how his body responded to hers.

Her knees pressed into the cushions on either side of him, and her hands instinctively found his shoulders for balance. She avoided his gaze at first, but after a few breaths, she forced herself to meet his eyes. The timer continued to tick down as the other two rummaged, Megan holding up a small plastic cup she'd found, her expression a mix of relief and fear. "It's not much, but it'll have to do," she said, her voice shaky. Damian searched near the sink, coming up with a cracked mug, its handle missing. "We've got this too," he muttered.

Celeste shifted slightly, trying to find a position that didn't feel so exposing, but it was impossible. Peter's warmth and the closeness of their bodies made her hyper-aware of every small movement, every subtle shift. Her voice was a whisper when she finally spoke.

"We'll find a way to make it work," she said, her green eyes locking onto his. "No matter how much this asshole tries to push us, we'll figure it out."

The timer ticked down relentlessly, and Celeste steeled herself for whatever would come next.

 

[Jaythous]

Every time she adjusted herself on him he wanted to embrace the erotic feelings from her lovely body pressing down on his most sensitive areas, but he forced himself to focus on other things, like the two others rummaging for what ever they could find. Even though he fought his arousal, he couldn't help but greet her slight re-adjustments with a throb from his slightly growing manhood. It was ever so slight, but probably enough for her to feel.

When she took his suggestion and leaned back against him, his right arm instinctively wrapped around her waist half way and his warm right hand gently laid on her stomach over her belly button to steady her on him as if it was the most normal in the world. He whispered in agreement, "Yeah, we need to focus on survival first.." then to her adjustments, "yes, sit back …just like that… I can see better around you when you sit against me." It was all true, except if he was totally honest, he was enjoying having her sitting on him. If this was any other situation, he'd be on cloud nine right now and probably ten times as hard, but this was not a normal day.

His warm body gave a jolt in surprise when the voice started up again. He cringed when the voice used his outburst to punish Celeste more. He let go of her, raising his hands out of her way, but also ready to catch her if she started to fall off of him. He didn't need to worry as she spun around on him. He couldn't help but feel the arousal again as she shifted against his open legged crotch. He was sure she could feel it this time. When she faced him he gave her a soft look of oops along with a whispered, "Sorry…"

Peter sat back slightly, giving her the room she needed to turn and allowing her to move as she wished. He was able to anticipate her movements and shift to help her. There was no chance of keeping their body's movement from rubbing in the exact locations to cause arousal. As he watched her gorgeous body sink down onto his trapped body he gave a soft, very low, moaning, breath that he hoped she didn't hear, yet he bet she felt his manhood twitch and harden a bit more against her spread legs.

He looked up to her as she turned her eyes back to him. When their eyes met again he gave a little throb once more against her. When she put her hands on his shoulders he wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his warm hand rest safely on her lower back to keep them both stable. For a moment his dark hazel eyes sparkled for her with many colors, not just browns, blues, and greens, but some blacks, grays, yellows, and reds as well. With their warm bodies so close and their embrace feeling right he lost himself in her beautiful green eyes for a moment. His breathing was a little shallow, but even, yet his pounding heart gave away how much he was holding his emotions back. He didn't know whether to say sorry for making it awkward, or your welcome for showing his appreciation of her, so he didn't say anything at all. Maybe she didn't feel it… maybe she didn't care…

The moment was broken by Megan's delight at finding the cup. Peter looked over her shoulder to see what the other two had found. He whispered to Celeste, "Those aren't big enough, we need something larger…" Celeste brought his gaze back to her when she whispered "We'll find a way to make it work, No matter how much this asshole tries to push us, we'll figure it out" Peter nodded, "As long as we fight him together and stay strong we can get out of here. I like your attitude. I'm with you. I'll try to keep the big guy from destroying the place, if you can keep Megan from crying?"

 

[Revna]

Heat coiled low in Celeste's stomach, pooling with an intensity she couldn't ignore. Every slight adjustment she made against him only emphasized the undeniable pressure of his growing arousal. Her breath hitched as she felt the subtle, yet unmistakable, throb of him pressing against her core. A flush spread over her skin, and for a moment, she didn't know whether to lean into it or pull away—but pulling away wasn't an option.

her gaze lifted almost instinctively to his face, and she froze. He was devastatingly handsome in a rugged, effortless way. The soft glitter in his hazel eyes caught her completely off guard. Colors danced in their depths—warm browns, flecks of greens, blues, even hints of amber and crimson that seemed to shift like embers catching light. It was distracting, almost dangerously so, and combined with the position she now found herself in, her thoughts became a tangle of sensations and suppressed reactions.

The hard press of him against her made her thighs tighten reflexively, her hands moving to his shoulders to steady herself. Between his body's heat, his growing bulge pressing right where she was most sensitive, and the way his arms instinctively found her waist, holding her steady, it was becoming impossible to think clearly.

Her lips parted, but no words came out as her gaze dropped for a second before flicking back to his. He didn't speak either, just looked at her with an intensity that sent a shiver racing down her spine. Her pulse quickened, her breathing shallowing as the tension between them became almost palpable. If not for Megan's delighted exclamation, Celeste wasn't sure how long she would've been trapped in that moment.

Peter's whispered remark snapped her back to the present. "Those aren't big enough. We need something larger…" he said softly, breaking the spell.

Celeste let out a slow breath, grateful for the distraction. She nodded, her voice steady despite the lingering heat in her tone. "We'll figure it out. No matter how much this asshole tries to push us, we'll find a way to make it work."

Peter gave her an encouraging nod, his calm presence grounding her. "As long as we fight him together and stay strong, we can get out of here. I like your attitude. I'm with you. I'll try to keep the big guy from destroying the place if you can keep Megan from crying."

A soft smile tugged at her lips despite the weight of their situation. "Deal." The idea of finding an ally in this chaos felt odd, almost foreign, but she couldn't deny the relief that came with knowing she didn't have to take it all on alone.

As the crackling speaker marked the countdown's final minute, Celeste leaned in closer, her chest brushing against his as she brought her lips to his ear. Her voice was low, just above a whisper. "When time's up, no matter how little we find, we all need to shower, drink as much as we can, and fill whatever we've got. A little is better than nothing, and we'll need it to last."

The warmth of her breath ghosted over his skin as she spoke, sending a shiver through him. She lingered for a second, her hands tightening lightly on his shoulders before she straightened. Her emerald eyes flicked toward the others, already mentally calculating their next steps. Whatever happened next, she was determined to stay in control—even if the feel of him against her and the memory of his glittering gaze lingered far longer than they should have.

 

[Jaythous]

It wasn't fair for a woman to have such a gorgeous body and have such a stunningly beautiful face, yet when their eyes met Peter found himself completely lost in her perfect green eyes. His eyes sparkled as she held him trapped by her stunning look at him. The connection with Celeste was powerful and intoxicating if only for a few moments. When her thighs squeezed him she could feel how her look made him feel as he throbbed with only their thin clothes of underwear protecting their sexes from joining. He was definitely getting harder under her from her subtle movements driving him crazy.

After he asked, "I'm with you. I'll try to keep the big guy from destroying the place if you can keep Megan from crying" and held his breath, her small smile caressing her beautiful face sealed the deal and sent his heart fluttering like nothing else. He let out the deep breath he had been holding unconsciously which made his warm, muscular chest rise up against the swell of her lovely breasts when she leaned in to whisper in his ear. Somehow when they had been looking into each other's eyes they had leaned closure and neither had noticed.

He couldn't help the throb of excitement that ran through his body and pressed against her open legs as she leaned into him and he felt her warm breath against his neck and ear. As she leaned into him the clothe of his boxers covering his growing manhood shifted and the opening in the front moved over his dick, letting it slip out and against her panties. The extra heat he felt, and she likely felt, made him close his eyes as she whispered into his ear. He tried to fight his arousal, but this was one of the hottest situations he'd been in in quite a while, maybe ever! Even only semi-hard as he was his tip poked against her panties and she could feel his growing girth, a slight dampness, and the promise of good size.

Through all the distracting arousal he heard her loud and clear. He agreed and gave her a hushed, deeply aroused, "Yes… We'll have to move fast." And then he tried to calm himself with a hot breath which fell against her neck while his hands slid over her smooth skin to rest against her hips more comfortably.

Before she could pull away he whispered, "I'll try to get angry man over there to shower first so he can calm down. Maybe you can calm Megan down. I'll be watching. Give me a sign if you think I can come over and help, or I won't if I'd cause problems. Also, If there's no large containers, let's look for thick clothes to stop up the sinks to hold the water in the sink for drinking when the voice turns the water off…" the whole time she could feel his strong heart pounding against her breasts and chest. When he finished, he waited for her response, yet slid his warm hands back up to her middle and upper back to keep her pressed against him slightly. He covered his mouth to keep any cameras from reading his lips as he whispered, "I'm sorry… I'll control myself better… Thank you for not getting mad… It's just…" he took a hot breath, yet his voice was strong and steady as a gentleman speaking about touchy subjects would, "…You're a very attractive woman and you feel very nice. In a strange way, it helped my nerves… And… if you don't mind… can you get up a little carefully…"

Pater was able to calm his shaky nerves some to know she was on his side. At least it was a start against this evil, and with the one of the three he'd have chosen first for his team. He let go of her, his arms sliding down her sides to her hips again so she could get up when the time ran out, yet not taking them off her if she didn't ask. If she looked back to him after the warm closeness they just shared he would give a handsome, warm, heartfelt smile to her. The type of smile that would melt most women, so he didn't use often. A smile from the heart he kept closed most of the time.

 

[Revna]

Celeste couldn't help the flush of warmth that spread through her chest and belly as Peter's gaze captured hers. Those eyes—deep, swirling with colors she hadn't noticed before—felt like they could strip her bare. Her breath hitched as his lips parted, his chest brushing against her breasts. Her thighs clenched around his hips, and she felt it—his arousal pressing against the thin barrier of her panties. The heat there was impossible to ignore now, a constant reminder of the tension simmering between them.

She tried to focus on the plan, on survival, but it was hard when every subtle movement reminded her of their precarious position. The way his hands steadied her, sliding over her back to rest just above her hips, sent sparks shooting through her already overloaded senses. She hadn't meant to lean so close, but her lips hovered by his ear as she whispered her plan, the warmth of her breath ghosting over his skin. His sharp inhale was followed by a soft, shuddering exhale that brushed her neck.

Then it happened. The shift of fabric, the accidental contact—it was like a lightning strike. She froze for half a second, her eyes darting down and then snapping back up to his face. Her cheeks burned as her body betrayed her, heat coiling low in her belly. She should have pulled away, but instead, she found herself rooted to the spot, unable to resist the way his strong hands slid back down to her waist, grounding her. He was trying to stay composed, but she could feel his pulse pounding against her, his words low and strained as he fought to rein himself in. Her lips twitched into a small, knowing smile at his whispered apology, though her heart was hammering in her chest. Attractive, he'd said. That was putting it lightly given the way his body responded to her. She leaned just slightly closer, her voice low and smooth.

"Don't apologize," she murmured, her green eyes holding his. "I'm not mad. Just… focused." Her voice dipped as she added, "But you're not making it easy."

The time ticked down, her mind snapping back to the countdown. They didn't have much time left, and she forced herself to focus. She gave a small nod to his whispered plan. "We'll manage. Megan's soft, but I think I can get through to her." Her lips quirked in a soft smirk. "I'll leave you to deal with 'angry guy.' If you can keep him in check, I'll keep her calm."

Her lips grazed his ear, her breath warm as she added, "The moment time's up, we move. Shower. Drink. Fill what we can. Even if it's just scraps, it'll keep us alive."

As the countdown reached the final seconds, she braced her hands on his shoulders to lift herself up. Her movements were careful but unhurried, not wanting to make things worse for either of them. She felt his hands linger on her waist, his touch warm and steady. When she finally slid off him, her gaze flicked back to his face. That smile—soft, genuine, and heartbreakingly warm—stopped her in her tracks. For a moment, her resolve wavered, and she realized just how dangerous he could be—not because of the situation, but because he could unravel her in ways she hadn't expected. She swallowed hard, her lips pressing into a thin line before a ghost of a smile tugged at her mouth.

"Let's make it count," she said softly, her voice steady despite the chaos in her chest. Then, without waiting for a response, she turned toward Megan, leaving the warmth of him behind.