Continued from Smut Relay part 11Back on Dry Land by Floss:


“Can you get me out of here,” Elly inquired quietly.

Elita responded in a quick whisper, “Master Ben has the keys, Miss, but he and the dark man are asleep down the hall, and I think I can get them without much trouble. It might take me awhile, however. I will have to play a role…one that I don’t particularly love, but it will do the trick.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait here, since I have nowhere else to go and no way to get there.”

Elly knew Elita was just trying to help her and didn’t deserve her unintentionally sour tone.

“I’ll be back soon.”

“Elita! Wait!”

But she was gone.

Elly sat on the edge of the bed wondering who Elita was in this whole situation. The maid? One of Ben or Richard’s many breathing trinkets? Whoever she was, she seemed to believe she could, and should, get Elly out of here, and that made her at least somewhat of a friend.

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Elita padded quietly down the hall, barefoot and holding her breath, listening for conversation in the main basement room.

“What are we going to do with her, Richard? Tie a cement block to her ankles and drown her in deep water? Or are you planning to use put a bag over her head and use her for anonymous porn?” His words were laced with accusation and ridicule.

“Ben, she tried to have me killed. She needs some sort of punishment.”

“Oh, I understand punishment, Richard, but do you?”

“Of course I…”

“Master Ben?” Elita called from the doorway. She stood there, completely naked, her black curls rolling over her shoulders and licking at her breasts as she moved.

A thick, lazy smile spread across his face, and he beckoned her with a come-hither movement of his hand.

“Just in time, my dear. I think we have a little work to do on this one tonight. He seems to have forgotten just where he stand with us.”

“Yes, Master Ben. Shall I get the rope?”

“Please, my dear. I would love to see him swinging from the ceiling like a chandelier.” Ben smiled and handed her his keys.

“The rope is in the back room…in one of the boxes on the bottom shelf. Hurry, love.”

Elita glanced at Richard as she left the room, her plump behind swaying behind her. He looked afraid. She caught a piece of Richard’s question as she padded back down the hall, keys in hand…

“What the fuck, Ben? I thought we were in this together.”

“Richard, I do everything on my own…for myself. You ought to know that by now. I don’t do partners.”

Elita hurried down the hall to retrieve the rope and then back to Elly’s room to unlock the door.

“Hurry,” she said, wide-eyed, both hands summoning Elly in a rushed fan-like motion, the coil of rope circled around one arm. “We need to be quiet, and I’ll need to get you upstairs before Ben notices I’m gone, Miss. He’s waiting for me.”

“But, Elita, I can’t leave until I talk to this Ben character…and until I see my husband again.” She sneered a bit when she said “husband,” feeling sick to her stomach to think how recently she’d had his cock between her lips, and how easily she could have bitten it off…and didn’t. She inwardly chastised herself for the missed opportunity.

“Please take me to them.”

“But, Miss, they’ll kill you. I’ve heard their plans, and if they see you’ve escaped…”

“Never mind that, Elita. Just take me to them.”

Together, the two women walked quickly back to the main room, thankful for the carpet masking the sound of their feet. Elly had little left to fight with besides the element of surprise and Elita’s rope.

Elita stood back in the shadows as Elly entered the room.

“Your rope, sir?” Elly’s voice was loud and assertive, which made the “sir” sound like more of an accusation that a title.

When Ben turned toward her, his eyes were wide at first, but quickly narrowed in anger. Richard, sitting on the couch still, opened his mouth and squinted his whole face in confusion.

Before he even had a chance to move, Elly had sprung across the room, knife in hand, knocking Ben to the floor. She straddled his chest, as Elita, who’d drifted into the moment like smoke, grabbed hold of his hands and tied them. Elly hadn’t even had time to cut him before Richard was on her, from behind, pulling her off of Ben’s body by her neck. She kicked and flailed, and ran her knife along his forearms, cutting him deeply until he let her go.

Simultaneously, Elita had expertly tied both Ben’s hands and his feet. Elly found just a moment to be stunned and impressed by the unexpected talents of the petite Latina.

“Bitch!” he screamed.

But, Elly was too busy suffocating Richard with a couch cushion to care.

When she was done, and Richard lay twitching and nearly dead on the basement floor, Elly unzipped Ben’s pants and pulled them, and his expensive silk boxers, down around his ankles. She sat next to him, wrapped her mouth around the tip of his cock and her hand around the base of the shaft. She squeezed and bit down just enough to make him grunt and cry out.

“Ben?” she said soothingly. “Ben…you’re going to tell me a few things I’ve been wanting to know.”

“Fuck you, bitch!” he spat.

She took hold of him between her teeth again, and bit down, making sure to follow with a nice, smooth, sucking rhythm to calm his cries.

“You’re going to answer some questions for me, Ben.”


To be continued…Smut Relay Part 13 – by Name Unmentionable

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