Just One More Question

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Alan sat at his desk, his head buried in his hands as he brought his breathing under control. He lifted his head, taking a long blink and rubbing his face.

"God as my witness, if Jake makes one more complaint about his fucking computer I will -" His phone buzzed. "Yes, Sally?"

"I've got Mal on line 3 for you, he says it's urgent."

"Thanks, Sally." He took his finger off the intercom button. "It's always fucking urgent with Mal." He lifted the phone and punched the button for line 3. "Hello, Mal," he spoke with his professional voice, "what can I do for you?"

"Alan, where are those plan sheets that I needed to print off the construction work?"

"Probably still with the supplier at a guess," Alan replied, pulling up the current orders from all the managers, as well as all the orders from Mal. There was no sign of an order for plan sheets from anyone.

"Well why the fuck aren't they here. I was supposed to have them printed yesterday!"

"Well, Mal, when your order turns up, I'll get them for you." He heard Mal start to draw breath. "Before you say anything, Mal, I am looking at your order list, as well as all Plan sheet orders, and there is nothing from you at all. And before you scream about the system, you're the only one with that problem of orders not taking. So, schedule in some time to take a refresher course. And next time, check on the system before you ring me." Alan dropped the phone on the receiver, and hit the "do not disturb" button on the phone system.

Alan wondered how Kendall Projects International kept in business. All of the project managers, men and women who were good at coordinating massive construction projects for governments and major corporations, seemed to have trouble coordinating their own supply needs. As the office manager, it also fell under his control to order any supplies the project managers and other staff in the field needed. But at times, they thought he knew precisely what they needed, when they needed it without taking the time to use the system in place that made it all work.

He spent the rest of his day keeping on top of the standard issues that came along with running the office of a large scale international consultancy firm. He dealt with the normal issues with the phones, computer network, office supplies and a myriad of other little things that made running an office smoother when dealt with.

When the last matter was put to rest, he looked at the clock and groaned. "Tsk... fuck. Five-thirty. Sasha's going to be pissed with me again." He grabbed his jacket and briefcase and walked out of his office. Sally was clever enough to leave on time, and he smiled that at least she was good enough to get out on time.

Alan squeezed his tall, thin frame into the Mini Cooper, pushing the few stray light brown hairs out of the way of his eyes before he left the building car park. The only compensation was the traffic was only bad, rather than terrible when he would normally leave. Forty-five minutes later, he was driving down the narrow alley behind the row of town houses where his was located. He pulled into the garage, relaxing before he got out of the car.

As he opened the back door, he called out. "Hi honey, I'm not home." Even now their little in joke made him chuckle. He dropped his case in the usual spot and made his way through to the kitchen, where Sasha was preparing dinner. He walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her on the cheek.

"Hello, gorgeous. I've missed you." He kissed her cheek again, a little softer and more tenderly, leaving a trail of equally soft kisses down the side of her neck. Once he reached her shoulder, he paused letting his soft, warm breath wash over her skin.

"Are you incredibly busy right now, my love?"

"How busy I am depends on how hungry you are," Sasha replied with a coy smile, "Dinners almost ready but its nothing that can't be reheated."

Turning around she hugged him gently, her arms wrapped lightly around his neck. As she did, she thought of how lucky they were that their shifts lined up. Sasha didn't know what she'd do if their working hours interrupted the routine they'd worked so hard to maintain. Having him in the morning and evenings brought a balance to the middle, where both their jobs created mountains of stress.

As a experienced Social Worker, Sasha got to see the effects of such things on marriages. Partners rarely seeing each other until eventually they got bored or found someone else more interesting. She and Alan never had that issue, or hadn't so far. When he came home all her worries vanished. It was like he could remove all those thoughts from her mind and she could just focus on him.

Paradise

Kissing his lips she gave him a warm welcoming kiss. Her body tingled with the anticipation of an evening meal interrupted by what she hoped he had planned. Even years into their marriage he still made her knees weak. Pulling away from the kiss she smiled, waiting for his answer.

Alan welcomed the warm hug from the woman who made him so happy the day she agreed to become his wife. Her arms around his neck, she draped herself lovingly over his body. His arms rested around her waist, holding her for no other reason than loving touching her, feeling her in his arms. Her touch drove the stupidity of his work from his mind, allowing him to relax with his best friend.

The soft touch of her lips warmed him to his toes. There was that indefinable something in the kiss that told him that she was willing to be interrupted by him. When she pulled her head back, smiling gorgeously at him, it was decided that dinner would wait a little while he greeted her in a manner that showed her how he felt about her.

"I'm hungry enough to wait a little longer while I say 'hello' to you more significantly." He leaned down to kiss her, loving her with his kiss. Just holding her, with their bodies pressed together, everything focused on the kiss they shared.

"Come on, you need to sit down." He took her hand, and led her to one of the dining chairs where he sat down, pulling Sasha closer, getting her to straddle his lap.

"You know what is the saddest part of going to work?" He kissed her softly. "It takes me away from you. But the best thing about going to work? I come home to you." He kissed her again, more passionately, as his arms went from around her waist to behind her shoulders, supporting her and delighting in the feel of his wife under his hands, as well as in his lap.

"You know, I still don't know why I was lucky enough to land such a wonderful woman as you to be my wife. I still have no idea why you decided that I was a better prospect than Todd. He could have given you so much more than I have." Alan's eyebrows darted up momentarily before he kissed Sasha's cheek. "I'm not complaining one little bit, though." He sighed as he pulled her into another hug, warmly holding her with his eyes closed and rocking slightly side to side. "I love you, Sasha, and you help me get through each day, knowing I will look on your smiling face when I get home."

His hands slid down her back until they would follow her top any further. With a manner similar to finger walking, Alan started tugging her top loose, exposing a thin strip of her back for his fingers to caress.

Feeling the goosebumps lift on her skin as he gently carassed her, Sasha grinned and nibbled his lip playfully, "Such romanatic talk, you're spoiling me." Kissing him a tad roughly she wound her fingers in his hair pulling him down into the kiss, telling him with the simple motion how she agreed and felt the same as he.

She did love him. They'd had their rough patches but as all couples usually do, nothing different. Together they had worked around each obstacle and had grown stronger as a couple.

Her tongue moved against his, teasing and playing as their lips remained locked in the passionate kiss. His kisses had yet to bore her. Pulling away she took a moment to let the lusty haze subside. Their lips barely inches apart, warm breath mingling as they held each other closely.

"Is everything okay?" she asked quietly.

Alan's fingers continued to caress her back, moving up under her top, wanting to feel more of her, and experience his love's soft skin under his hands.

"Such romanatic talk, you're spoiling me."

"Always worthy of spoi-" Her kiss stoked the fires of passion within him, her acknowledgment by her choice of action speaking louder than any words could have. He joined her, returning the passion to her, grazing her lips with his teeth from time to time when his tongue wasn't playing tiggy with hers.

Their breaths vied for the honours of being the loudest as they clashed in a small storm forming in the gap between their faces. Alan looked into Sasha's eyes, seeing the feelings he had for her mirrored by her eyes. He couldn;t help the smile that appeared on his face.

"Is everything okay?"

Alan chuckled, giving her a quick kiss. "The same old stuff at work, nothing to be alarmed about." The smile faltered slightly. "Though, there is something I've been meaning to ask you."

He pulled back a little so he could see her entire face.

"Where is it?"

The room exploded into a blinding light and deafening noise before everything descended into a warm, caressing oblivion.


A thin mattress sat in one corner of the unadorned room, a sheet thrown over a huddled form. The room was cool, and the lower than normal lighting was supplied by a single fluorescent globe in the middle of the roof. In the middle of the room was a small square metallic table with a chair of a matching style. A similar chair rested against the wall, facing the table and the man sitting there. He was in a long sleeved business style shirt, trousers and polished shoes. All of them black. His bright blue eyes looked at the huddled person on the mattress as gave his lightly tanned face a rub. He raised his tall, well built frame from the chair and walked over to mattress.

"Come on, bitch, you've slept long enough." He ripped the sheet of Sasha, grabbing her hair and hauling her to her feet, leading her over to the wall, dumping her roughly in the chair. "You and I are going to have a nice, long talk. And if you're a good girl, I might even thank you."

Pain!

Sasha screamed as she felt her hair being pulled. The sensation dragging her out of the dreamless sleep she'd entered involuntarily. Fighting against the pain she fought for a memory of where she was.

Dinner

Yes, she'd been making dinner and Alan had come home. They'd been talking...kissing...holding each other and now, Sasha licked her lips and let out another yell as the fist holding her hair tightened.

"Let go!!"she yelled, "You're hurting me....let me go!"

"Let go!! You're hurting me....let me go!"

His free hand lashed out, striking her hard on the cheek. He wrenched her head up so she was looking at him.

"I don't care if you're in pain or not.

"As of this moment, you have nothing, you are nothing. The only person who will give anything close to a shit about you is me. Because, well, basically you're mine. While you're in these four walls, you are my property. No one will care what happens to you while you're here. Well, I will, to a point. If you're good, I'll treat you well. If not, well... things will get ugly. Very ugly."

He used his grip to push her head down close to her knees. He squatted down, putting his mouth close to her ear.

"Now," he whispered, "ultimately there is one thing you can do to make your existence infinitely better. But we'll get to that later. Before that, I need to give you a cavity search. You can remove your clothes in the hopes that you might get to wear them again, or I'll destroy them taking them off you."

He stood up, letting go of her hair and walking back to the chair by the table. He sat down, staring at her.

"When I get out of this chair, I will start the cavity search. You'd better get started, because anything you're wearing when I get started I will tear from your body. And the rest of the search will not go well for you."

"No.."she said quietly. She didn't believe him, this wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. There was no way he would dare. Sasha wasn't stupid, she knew what a cavity search was and with the way he'd been yanking on her hair it wasn't any kinky talk.

Yet her fingers wouldn't move. She was terrified! and as a terrified woman there was no way she'd strip for this man. She had her dignity and that was something he couldn't take from her. It was something he couldn't rip from her body with a threat.

"I'm not afraid of you," she said with a tilt of her chin.

He sat still, watching her digest what he told her, waiting to see what choice she would make. It soon became clear to him that she was not going to cooperate, especially when she said, "I'm not afraid of you." He simply stood up and walked over to the door to their room. It opened slightly, and he reached out and pulled in a small bag. The door closed without showing or giving any indication of who was on the other side.

"Never let it be said that you weren't warned." He dropped the bag onto his chair. He opened it up before he closed on where Sasha sat. He grabbed her hair again, lifting her out of her chair and leading her over to the table. He slammed her on the table top, face down. He quickly grabbed her hands, crossing her wrists behind her back, and holding them in one hand while he quickly withdrew the restraints. The steel cuffs ratcheted loudly around each wrist, the light but sturdy chain allowing a mere inch of space between the two. He kept his hand firmly on her back pushing her down on the table as he cuffed each of her ankles at the other end of the four point restraints. They too had a small amount of space between the cuffs, limiting her movement.

"Now, since you wouldn't help out, you've left me no other option but to do this." He pulled out a set of scissors and proceed to roughly remove all of the clothing from Sasha, reducing them to a pile of scraps. He reached into the bag and pulled out an open mouth gag, efficiently putting into her mouth and adjusting to open her mouth wide. He left go of her and put on a pair of latex gloves.

"Behave, and this wont hurt you too much." He grabbed her by the hair again, lifting her to her feet, before sitting her on the table. He angled her head, before sticking his middle finger into her mouth, probing her oral cavity as much as he could. He pulled his finger out, then grabbing her legs to force her to lie of the table. He braced her legs apart with one arm, while he stuck his finger into her vagina as deep as he could go. Again, he probed as far as he could reach, finding nothing. He then flipped her over so her abdomen was on the table. The same finger that checked the other cavities was not too gently inserted into her rectum. He waited for her to relax before he shoved it in to the last knuckle. More probing, then he pulled it out.

"Hmmm... so far, so good. But I have to be thorough in my searching." He ripped the gloves off, rolling them into a small ball before throwing them into his bag.

She would have questioned his last sentence if it wasn't for the gag. She wiggled slightly trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of his invading fingers. She'd never had anyone poking into her ass before.

I don't like it

She didn't like being here. She wanted to be back at home, safe and making dinner. She bit down on the gag, cursing him with a glare. Lifting her chin defiantly she still retained what little bit of respect she had. He wasn't going to break her. In her line of work she'd met some sick people and if she viewed him as just one of those it made him less scary. In fact, Sasha almost pitied him.

He was told to do whatever was needed to get the information out of her, and he was going to push her to the brink, and back again. His superiors didn't care what he did, as it was not ever going to be reported to anyone. So while she was bent over the table, he undid his trousers, dropping them to the floor, along with his boxers. The knowledge of what was about to happen was enough to get him hard.

Once more using her hair to maneuver her about, she found her self on her knees in front of him, looking at his hardened appendage at close range. Still holding her hair, he shoved his shaft into her mouth until he hit the top of her throat. He lingered there for a moment, to let her get the full realization of what he was about to do. He then pushed it further until her nose was pressed firmly against his torso. The gag reflex worked it's magic, bringing forth moans of pleasure as her throat massaged the end of her cock. He held her head steady as she fought to getoff him enough to breath. He waited until she was almost out of air before pulling it out enough to let her breath. He waited until she got enough air before shoving himself deep again. A total of five time he subjected Sasha to near asphyxiation on his cock.

"Well, definitely nothing being hidden in there. If you didn't do that for your partner, then you deserve one hell of a bitch slapping."

Sasha found herself bent over the table as she fought to get her breathing under control. He pulled the restraint chain out of the way as he roughly mounted her, driving his cock deep within her cunt. He pushed it in as deeply as he could get, feeling her expand to take him in. He managed to top out in her canal, feeling the mouth of her cervix bumping the head of his cock.

"Hmmmm... seems like there is nothing in there either. Just one last place to check."

With that he pulled out, and lined up on her anus. He felt her squirming at the realization of what he was about to do. The grip he had on her arse and hips held her firmly in place against the table as he pushed the head of his cock past the ring of muscles.

"Oh My God. This is really fucking tight." He waited for her body to relax. When it did relax against his presence, he shoved himself in as deep as he could before she tightened up again. He waited again, before he was buried in her back passage completely. "You see, this is much longer than my finger and better designed to reach those hard to reach places. Well, you're not hiding anything, that's for sure. Well, let's not waste the moment, hey?"

He started thrusting into Sasha's arse hard and fast. The sounds of her screams through the open gag rebounded off the walls to mix with His grunts and growls and the slapping of their bodies.

"Oh Fuck!!" He drove himself deep, shooting jets of semen deep in her bowels, pushing her body hard against the table with each pump. "Man, that was good." He slapped her arse. He bent down a little, grabbing her hair and pulled her up close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Now, do good stuff like that, and things will go easier on you." He let go of her, and pulled himself out of her arse. He took a towel out of his bag, wiping himself off, before he redressed himself. Once more, he guided her around the room using her hair, dumping her on what could be loosely called a mattress.

"So, before I go, just one more question.

"Where is it?"

Sasha didn't want to sit. Her ass was sore and she could feel the wetness as his cum drained out of her. Every time she sifted a sharp pain went up her back. Taking a moment to calm her breathing she closed her eyes, a few small tears falling out.

What did he want?

She had no idea what he was talking about. There was no 'it'. She didn't know of any 'it' to keep from someone. If she did know then she wouldn't hesitate to give it to him.

Her mouth was still gagged. Opening her eyes she glared at him. Looking down she moved her head with the gag still attached and shrugged her shoulders.

Shrugging hurt too.

Where is my husband?

Sasha wondered if he was alive or dead. Was he looking for her? Then again depending on how long it took till they found her Sasha wasn't sure if she wanted to be found or killed. If this was the start, then who knew what he'd have in store. And if it was more of this then she'd sooner just die. As there was no way she'd be able to get the memories out of her head.

Biting down on the gag she moved again and shifted to a different part of the mattress. Looking down at where she had been sat she had to hold back the vomit that rose in her throat. Blood and semen mixed together in a small pool were the proof that her ass would never be the same.

Once again she looked at him then looked around the room. There had to be a way out. There had to be some clue as to where she was.

Or not.

He looked down on Sasha as she lay in a huddle on the mattress. He reached down and roughly removed her 'gag', then unlocked her limbs, taking both articles back to his bag.

"Lucky for you, we have all the time in the world for you to answer our questions. The more you cooperate, the better things will be for you. The more pleasant things will be. But since you're taking the hard way, that's fine by me. You'd best get some sleep. You're in for a few... difficult sessions coming up."

He packed his bag, and walked for the door. It opened, allowing him to pass through without his pace slowing at all. As soon as the door closed, the lights went out, sending Sasha into complete darkness.


"Sasha? Honey?!?"

Alan scrambled to his feet, opening the door frantically. "Nurse!" He called out in a loud whisper "She's awake!" Not waiting for a response, Alan raced back to the chair where he had been dozing. He grabbed her hand, holding it firmly, looking intently at her face, wanting her first sight on waking to be his.

"Sasha... darling... I'm here. You're OK. Oh God, darling, say something... anything. Please, Sasha."

Alan gently raised her hand, kissing it softly, tenderly as the tears started to roll down his cheeks and dropped onto the back of her hands.

"Don't touch me!" she screamed, wrenching her hand away and cringing into the mattress of the bed she lay in. Her body ached, she felt as if she'd been dead and was coming back to life after laying dormant for too long.

Where am I? What..happened...

Her voice was sore and exhausted from screaming so loudly. Her mouth felt dry and sore, almost exhausted. The worst part was she couldn't think, couldn't focus. It was as if a fog was in her mind and she couldn't get out of it.

Is this real? Is this ....

Sasha opened her eyes, the light hurting her almost physically. She closed them again quickly. This was too confusing. It was too much to take in.

"Where am?" she asked quietly, curling away into a corner of the bed. The sounds of the room were becoming more clear. Beeping of machines, humming of lights and the sound of footsteps. People talking in the background. And a man. The man who had held her hand. Her man but was this real? Why was he here? Nothing made sense.

Sasha's scream made Alan almost leap from the chair. His grip on her hand became nonexistent as it seemingly vanished from his. Her near violent reaction to him had Alan confused and worried.

He started to reach out for his wife again, but stopped when he realized what he was doing. He pulled his hand back to the edge of the bed, a sheepish look on his face as he did so. He took in deep breaths to talk to her, but the words failed him each time.

"Where am?" Alan watched Sasha curl up into a tighter ball in the far corner of the bed. The very much cut him deeply, hurting him.

"Hospital, Sasha. You've been in a coma for nearly fours days, darling. I have beside you the entire time you've been here. You scared the living daylights out of me. I... I thought you were dead when you collapsed." Tears rolled down his cheeks as she stared at his wife.

The nurse walked into the room, a slight smile on her face as she approached the bed. "Welcome back, Missus Travis. I need to take your temperature and blood pressure. Can you assist me with that, Missus Travis?"

Sasha looked about,"Collapsed?" her heart rate lower and her breathing calmed,"I collapsed?"

She didn't remember collapsing. She didn't remember anything. Her memory went from cooking dinner to the horrible things that man had done to her. There was nothing else.

"Uhh.." she looked at the nurse,"Yes..yes I can."

Sasha looked around the hospital room,"A coma..."

It didn't feel right. Then again it could just be the fact that her memory had gone a little over the top. Perhaps whatever had caused her collapse had caused her memories. Her curiosity grew.

"What happened? Why did I collapse?"

Alan watched as the nurse fussed over his wife in a professional manner, quickly adding the details to her chart and leaving without too much further delay. Alan felt a little more relaxed just having the two of them in the room. But Sasha's clear confusion about what had happened jolted him.

"What happened? Why did I collapse?"

Alan's expression took on a haunted aspect as he took a few deep breaths.

"I have no idea, and the doctors have ruled out a number of things, but the list is still long, darling." He took a another deep, steadying breath. "You were sitting in my lap, and we were just enjoying each other's company when you stiffened for a moment, then just slumped as if all your bones were gone. You were breathing, but totally unresponsive. I called for help, and as they were coming, you seemed to be dying. Your breathing got softer, your heart rate slower." Alan's eyes watered greatly, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

"When they took you here, they put you on oxygen, and tried giving you medication to keep your vitals high enough. Up until an hour after they got you here, I thought you were going to die.

"The doctors said that you were stable, there was no threat of you dying, but they had no idea what happened. I was asked so many questions. Asked to recount everything I could remember, down the minutest details."

He laughed just a little. "But I never thought that you waking up would be so scary, darling. I would love nothing more than to hold you in my arms, knowing that you're awake, and coherent again." He looked at her, his expression almost pleading her to let him hold her as he edged closer to the edge of the seat. He held his arms ready to take hold of her the moment she consented to his most desired act.

"But I.." Sasha was so confused,"But I wasn't here. I was somewhere else and there was some guy. He..."

The memories so vivid, she shivered and felt the bile rise in her throat. It wasn't real. No, it had to be real.

"I don't understand." she said quietly,"I have these memories." Suddenly she wanted his arms around her, she wanted to feel that safety again. All throughout the-- well they were dreams if what was being said was correct--all she wanted was Alan's arms around her. Now here he was and she had cringed at his touch.

Touching his hand lightly she tugged on it and gave a small smile, "Come here.." she said quietly. Sasha shuffled over on the bed, the pain ignored momentarily in order to make room for him,"Just make them go away. I want them out of my head," Sasha tucked herself into his side, his warmth bringing a form of comfort that she used to think could cure anything.

Tilting her chin up slightly she looked at him,"Sorry I scared you. I would never want to do that." she smiled and kissed him slowly.

When Sasha shuffled over, Alan quickly made his way onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her, holding her to himself as if she would drift away if he didn't hold her. Alan never tired of the feeling of her pressed against him. Contact with her always seemed to banish the tensions within him. Even now, she power to banish his tensions had not diminished.

"Just make them go away. I want them out of my head."

"Ok," Alan whispered before kissing her crown. He was not sure what she was referring to, but he wanted to help her. He felt her move slightly, looking down at her.

"Sorry I scared you. I would never want to do that."

Sasha smiled in a way that made Alan's heart melt slightly then followed it with a kiss that melted the rest. He followed her lead, making the most of the return of his love. He was relaxing as he felt that she had returned to him. He somehow managed to make himself comfortable on the small hospital bed while continuing to enjoy the warmth being generated within him by her kiss.

"Well, this is a good sign," a mellow sounding female voice greeted them from the door. Alan looked up to see a middle aged woman in a white coat suppressing a smile at the sight she was greeted with. She walked over to the bed, placing a hand on Alan when he started to move off the bed. "No, stay there. Getting some TLC will be better than anything we can prescribe to her. I'll be back in 10 minutes to ask you to hop off the bed, and allow us to give her a proper check up."

Alan looked like a boy "caught" by the girlfriend's mother, and the mother didn't do anything but smile. He watched the doctor leave, still mildly surprised at her suggestion.

"Well, you heard the doctor, Sasha. Prepare to receive some much needed TLC." He lowered his mouth to hers, letting his lips convey the depth of his love for her while letting his body relax fully in her presence.