Private Interlude

Erin could see the daylight coming in the long horizontal windows that ran along the top edge of the room. She had never actually seen out of them, so she could only assume it was daylight. She had forgotten how long they had been here, maybe close to a year or so, they had no way of knowing.

Jay looked up from his book to where the light from the window fell on the wall. Erin knew he was waiting for the light to reach a certain brick on the wall. They both knew that would be when they came for them. Everyday was like clockwork.

Seeing they had a bit more time, Erin watched Jay return to his book and continue reading.

She and Jay had arrived here at the same time. They had been brought to the room bound and blindfolded. The first few days they were here was a blur of confusion. They tried to make conversation, comparing what was left of their memories of how they got here.

The room was essentially all they knew. They never went outside. There was no privacy. They had to dress, shower and use the bathroom in front of the other. The first week or so was awkward, as they both made attempts to give each other a modicum of dignity.

Soon they realized they had seen the last of any dignity they might have had left.

Erin watched as Jay glanced up from his book to where the sunlight was on the wall. He glanced over at her and gave a small sigh. She gave a slight nod to him. Jay placed a bookmark on his page.

He turned and sat on the edge of the bed. He began taking off his shirt.

Erin began to do the same.

The beginning had been hard for them.

They were pretty sure it had been about a week after they had arrived that The Observer paid his first visit.

He was masked and his voice had been digitized. He said that he had come to explain what was to be expected of them and to answer any questions they might have.

Some questions he answered. Some questions were greeted with silence.

As far as what was expected of them, everyday at the same time a panel on the wall between their beds would open. They were to enter the room and proceed to have sexual intercourse with each other. They would then return to their room.

Upon first hearing what they were to do, they both began shouting questions at The Observer. They may as well have been shouting against the wall. The Observer remained silent and unmoving.

Erin and Jay became more frustrated and scared as each attempt by them to glean more information was met with nothing.

It wasn't until Erin asked what would happen if she just refused did The Observer give a response.

"Nothing will happen to you," The Observer said curtly.

"Then I refuse," Erin said defiantly.

"Very well," The observer said and left the room.

Erin and Jay looked at each other. Was it that easy?

The door to their room opened and three figures entered. They were masked like The Observer but said nothing. They walked in motioning Jay to stand. He was placed in chains and taken from the room.

Erin wondered if Jay was off to be paired with someone else. Maybe she was to be released.

Slightly an hour later, the door opened again. The three masked figures dragged a beaten and pummeled Jay into the room. They dropped him on the floor at Erin's feet. She stood in shock as the masked figures turned and left the room.

Before the door closed, Erin caught sight of The Observer looking in her direction. She realized then that he had been correct. She had refused and absolutely nothing had happened to her.

The guilt almost consumed her as she nursed his wounds. Jay had given her his forgiveness instantly, insisting they had no way of knowing what would happen.

That being said, neither one of them refused again.

Today, though, found them preparing for their daily endeavor. Being naked in front of each other hadn't been uncomfortable in a long time.

"Ugh," Erin complained, "got a headache that won't quit."

"Sorry about that," Jay said. "Want me to tell them to bring you something?"

"Maybe afterwards," she exhaled.

She saw that Jay was already stroking his cock. In the real world, such behavior might have him seen as a deviant pervert. In here though, Erin was extremely appreciative of his efforts.

After a month or so of being here, one day Jay just could not get an erection. He tried everything he could think of, but nothing would work. It probably didn't help that he began to panic at his inability to get his dick hard. Eventually, the masked figures came for Erin.

He was beside himself with guilt. No amount of reassurance from Erin, as she was led from the room, would ease it. They brought her back and left her on the floor. He took her to the shower, mostly to clean her injuries, but also to hide the shameful tears that wouldn't stop. She told him many times that it wasn't his fault. That it sometimes happens and he couldn't help it.

Ever since then, he made certain he was ready before they went in. The only thing Erin felt seeing a guy jerk off in front of her, was gratitude.

She reached down and began rubbing her clit.

"Maybe we can see if they'll cut the lights early tonight," Jay said, "that probably isn't helping."

"Yeah," she said, "we can ask afterwards."

She plunged a couple of fingers in her slit. She glanced over at Jay who had his cock hard and ready.

"You good, Er?" he asked with a concerned tone.

She gave her fingers a few final thrust and pulled them out, sufficiently wet.

"Yeah, I'm set," she said with relief.

Typically, they would get themselves prepared on their own. Every now and then,if one or both encountered difficulty, Jay would go down on Erin to get her wet enough to go or Erin would suck Jay's cock to get him hard.

The one thing they both realized early on was that having sex everyday was hard. Being kept as a prisoner and made to have sex everyday was really hard. Knowing the punishment for failing to have sex everyday is being physically beaten doesn't make it any easier.

They both decided to do what they had to do to make it to the next day, even if that day would be exactly the same as every other one.

The panel in the wall between their beds silently slid open. They gave a quick knuckle bump and walked into the chamber beyond the doorway.

The chamber itself was maybe 15 x 15. There was a bed,couch and chair. It was very well decorated and had candles and soft lighting. Someone who wasn't being forced to perform all manner of sex acts here everyday, might even find it romantic.

As it were, both Erin and Jay would admit the chamber never failed to stir a simmering anxiety every single time they entered it.

Erin and Jay walked into the chamber and stood at the spot near the end of the bed where the process always began.

"Female subject," The Observer's came from the speakers.

"Fortney. Erin #177," she stated as she did every time.

"Male subject."

"Winters, Jason #176," he said.

"Subjects may proceed," The Observer's voice directed.

"Oh, thank god," Erin mumbled.

Jay let out a sigh of relief.

The Observer's order to just simply begin, meant they could have sex however they wanted to. Far too often, they would be directed to perform a specific act. Be it bizarre, perverse, painful or degrading, they would be required to do it.

The days when they were told only to proceed were much better.

Erin and Jay climbed on the bed and laid on their sides facing each other.

"Sheesh," Erin whispered, "I'm not sure I could have handled any weird shit today."

"I know right?" Jay whispered, "I was hoping it would be an easy one."

Erin looked Jay in the eyes and gave him a soft smile. She reached up and brushed his hair from his eyes. Jay laced his fingers in her other hand then lightly traced a line along her side down to her hip.

Jay pulled her closer to him as Erin lifted her leg to put it over his legs. She brought his face to her lips and their mouths met. The sounds and tastes combined into a shared palette on their tongues.

He slid his long fingers into the mass of Erin's hair. Closing them in a gentle yet firm grasp of control on her. She moved her lips from Jay's mouth to his ear, her tongue flicking out and bringing his earlobe to her teeth. She gently nibbled as she heard his breath whistle past her ear.

Jay's hand slid down the front of her stomach and soon found her clit. He playfully danced around it, getting close but pulling back as he barely grazed by it. Erin's mouth released his ear so a tiny moan could escape from it.

Erin placed her forehead against Jay's, and reached down to stroke his cock. He had begun rubbing her clit in earnest and was sliding fingers inside her. They looked each other in the eyes and listened as their quick and ragged breathing fell into a synchronized unison. They both knew it was time.

Their movements with each other were not some sort of primal connection in search of a higher spirituality. Nor were they some grand expression of the passion of their emotional bond.

No.

Plain and simple, they did it this way because it fucking worked.

Failure wasn't an option, not without one or both of them being beaten mercilessly. So there was no saying 'Oh well, we'll give it a try tomorrow."

They had learned early on what they needed to do to get each other in the right place to have sex. Everyday. Every time.

So that's what they do and they live to fight another day.

Erin rolled Jay onto his back and straddled him. She leaned forward and felt him slide into her. They both let out an almost sigh as their connection became complete.

Jay held his arms open, he knew Erin liked to lay close to him when she was on top. He wrapped his arms around her and she gave him a quick kiss before laying her head on his chest.

Strangely, their rhythms were identical. Always had been, even from the beginning. It had been their saving grace early on when they were trying to figure out how to manage this day in and day out.

Jay kissed the top of her head as she made small squeaks at his chest. Their bodies locked in a pulsing movement into each other. Jay saw her head move up to his shoulder as a high pitched moan escaped her lips. He knew what was next.

He held Erin tightly as her whole body tensed and she bit his shoulder and groaned at the same time.

"Sorry, " Erin whispered, like she did every time. "Your turn."

Jay rolled her over on her back. Erin quickly wrapped her legs as high on his hips as she could. Their rhythm was like clockwork. Erin had her arms around his neck. She lifted her head up and began sucking his nipples.

Erin bit her lip as Jay's face became scrunched up and a low guttural groan came from his chest. He collapsed on top of her. She held on to him tightly.

"We did it," she said softly in his ear.

"Good job." he whispered and kissed her cheek.

The both gave a sigh of relief as his cock fell from her pussy and he rolled off beside her. They laid there for a moment catching their breath in virtually the same position they began in.

"Process complete," The Observer's voice said, "subjects are dismissed."

Erin and Jay stood up from the bed and walked to the doorway that led to their room.

As they reentered their room, the panel between their beds slid shut.

Erin walked over to the shower and turned it on.

Jay pressed the button by the door, a tone sounded.

"Subject #177 medication for headache," Jay said.

Two quick tones sounded in acknowledgement.

"Thanks," Erin said.

She stepped into the shower and just stood there for a bit.

Jay walked over to his bed and sat down. He grabbed his book, but looked over at Erin in the shower. She was leaning up against the wall of the shower.

"You all right. Er," Jay said.

"Yeah," Erin said, "just tired really."

"Ok," Jay said, "you need anything?"

"Jay, will you come wash my hair?" she asked.

Jay got up and walked to the shower, grabbing a towel along the way. He stepped in the shower and Erin stopped leaning on the wall and leaned her back into his chest. He put an arm around her to steady her. He was getting the soap and shampoo ready, when Erin reached up and held his arm with her hands.

Jay felt the shudder of Erin's tears begin and wrapped another arm around her stomach. While not as much as in the beginning, the trauma still came for both of them on occasion. Their trust and familiarity with each other helped keep a lot of the darkness at bay, but by no means were they immune to it.

They never blamed the other for it, as they were literally in the same boat. Besides, when the demons filled their heads, it helped to not be alone.