FF: Ownership, Don and Oc, R read warring, chymom
Title: Ownership
Series: The {Boss's} Worst Dreams 5/?
Author: Chymom
Characters/Parings: Don and OC's
Rating: R read warring.
Spoilers: Any and all episodes of Numb3rs maybe talked about within.
Summary: What is Michelle's time with the {Boss} like?
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs, the people, places, or things you know.
Beta: Cassy 27 and myself
Warring: This chapter has forced sex talk and some language as well. These next few chapters aren't for the weak of heart!
The {Boss's} Worst Dream
End of Chapter four: Answering the Calls
"Eppes, I will give you one chance and one chance only. If you can find your Chelle, I will let her go." Don knew he was playing right into this man's hand, but still he had to try.
"What can you tell me?" Don asked.
"You come alone. If that brother of yours looks one more set of numb3rs higher he will be closer. Chelle here says that he can't find her with his math but, you and I both know that she's lying don't we."
"Agreed"
"Oh one more small piece of information. You have one hour before she's mine forever. The clocks started." Once again the man hung up before a track could be made. Turning to the woman he had tied to the bed right then he spoke.
"Your precious Eppes is on his way to find you and when he does, he will die. To show you I'm not all bad, I'll let you watch him die."
'Don, please be smart. Please don't die because of me.' She kept saying over and over as if he could somehow hear her. Once the man was sure his toy couldn't move he started running his hands over her bruised and naked body.
Chapter five: Ownership
Michelle's night hadn't been much better then Don's had. But, instead of trying to find leads to where she might be her night was spent in pain and agony. Once her clothing had been removed she found herself being tossed around the room as if she were a rag doll. The men who tossed her did it ruff but didn't hurt her to the point they couldn't have their own fun later on that night. Thought out the tossing around Michelle had kept her cries in. She had learned that in the past the more you cry the harder you were hit. Now seeing that his whore was trying to keep from crying out with pain the {Boss} decided to remind her of he wanted to hear. Tying her to the bed had been an enjoyable time for a few of the men. Once her legs and hands were secure in the ropes no time was wasted in showing her whose property she was. The {Boss} took her fast and hard enjoying the pain he was causing her by taking her without any lubricant and without thought of her release.
After he enjoyed his turn he let the men that had played with the now almost limp rag doll have a turn of their own. Each time one of the men found his release another's hard shaft found its way into her body. She had been enduring the invasion for two hours before her mind was starting to draw her into herself. Her pain wasn't as hard and her eyes were losing focus when a jolt to her side once again brought her world crashing down around her. As a heated piece of metal poked into her side the poke only lasted seconds. But, that was long enough to have the effect they wanted. Not only did it bring her back to the pain in her body but, now she had been marked. And the mark was going to show the world who she belonged to.
Though out the night the men came and went. The only peace she got was near drawn when the blackness that had been just out of her reach most of the night was creeping in. She welcomed the black numbness with open arms and felt nothing for the next few hours. As she was coming around she could hear voices in the other room. Looking at herself the best she could from her prison she saw new scars and open bleeding marks on most of her body. One of the men happened to be walking by the partway closed door as she had tried to lift her head and noticed her awake.
"Oh how nice of you to join us before I have to go back to the beat." He spoke rubbing his hand down the front of his pants.
"She awake" Michelle could hear coming from the other room and instantly knew who had asked.
"Yes"
"Good! Do you think you could help us for a moment?" The first man was slowly lowering his fly as they both entered her small prison.
"I think that can be arranged."
The {Boss} took out a phone that Michelle knew all too well it was her own. Quickly hitting one on the speed dial he waited for an answer as the man beside her put his hands on her chest pulling her nipples that much to her dismay were becoming harder.
With this man playing her body Michelle didn't hear what was being said to Don but she felt the sting as she was marked at the start of the call and as the call ended as well.
After both men got their rocks off they left her limp and tied to the bed as they headed out the room. The door reopened a few minutes later. A man slowly made his way to her bedside with a cloth and something else. Bracing herself for the pain she was sure was coming Michelle didn't see that this man had left and reentered with something to help heal the marks that had been placed on her body. As he gently placed the cloth to her side she did feel pain but the man was being as easy and careful with the cleaning as he could. Later on the team would find out why he had helped her but all she needed to know right now was that this man wasn't going to hurt her.
He had taken almost half an hour to clean the marks and put some kind of healing odorless ointment on them. As he was finishing up another man entered the room.
"Boss, said to feed her this and be quick he wants his turn this afternoon before the others get here." In his wake he left a tray containing a small amount of what looked like dog food as he left the room. Pulling the tray to them the man sat it on the floor before pulling out something from his packets. It wasn't much but what he had brought looked better than the food that had been meant for her. He quickly feed her as much as her stomach would hold before taking the uneaten tray out the door with him. He hadn't spoken to her as he cleaned and feed her.
Somehow after eating she found herself in a restless sleep. Only to be interpreted by a man's hand once more making her body react to a touch against her will. The {Boss} was filling her body with his sperm as another man that Michelle didn't know who was quickly entered the room.
"Sorry sir. But, you should know that Agent Eppes has been having his men and some from LAPD asking around about you." The man stammered most of his words at seeing what he had walked in on.
"I guess he needs to see that you're not his to ask about." He told Michelle as he pulled her hair to make her meet his eyes.
"Have you had a chance to see what this toy can do?"
"No sir."
"Since you were the one to let me know what was going on why don't you move to her mouth. That thing can do wonders to a man's body." As he spoke the man tried to get her to open up for him only to be meet with her closed lips refusing to open.
"Slut, open that mouth NOW!" His words matched with the smack to her already sore and bleeding lower lips made her gasp and gave the man enough space to slip his hardening member into her mouth.
Again with a man playing with his toy Michelle didn't hear the call that had been made to Don. The only thing she knew was that he could clearly hear her when she yelled out in pain from the man enjoying what he was doing.
"Your agent Eppes will be her shortly. When he gets here he will get what he came for to see you. Then he'll die!" The cruel laughter followed the men out the door as Michelle kept praying for Don's safety. She wasn't sure how much time had passed but she guessed it was a short time when the {Boss} reentered the room.
"I was set to have fun with you before he got here. But, I think he should see your mine before he's not able to see anything more don't you?" She heard him say before he started to move a chair near the bed and other things around in the small room.
A/N: What happens when Don arrives? Will Michelle and the {Boss} be alone in the house?
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