billie - dom | y/n - sub

Tuesday, April 23rd

it's about my 4th month into this experiment. an experiment where we're testing for one of the biggest drug shipments ever. about 4 months ago, i'd been roped into this mess, one of the biggest drug cartels ever and i didn't complain. i didn't know what i was getting into at the time but i knew as a felon, i needed security and money.

i thought this was the answer but now, i live isolated in this weird bunker, in the middle of no where, with 9 other criminals.

i don't know their names either. it's prohibited. all i know is that we're all good at what we do, infamous almost. but i don't know their names, so i guess not that infamous. we go by numbers, that's our first rule. i'm '4'.

9's the scariest of them all really, he wouldn't mind shooting you even if you were his bestest friend out of all of us in this joint.

5 was sweet, and the most logistical of us all, huge life saver.

1 is who recruited us, saved us from a life time in jail, in reality she really only posponed our incarcerations until we get caught here but i'm grateful. she gives the orders and i have to admit she was hot as fuck. which brings me to rule 2; no fooling around with each other. whatever we got on here is strictly business and we're reminded of it everyday. no dating, sexual touches, relationships, etc. we couldn't share much about ourselves anyway that's rule 3.

oh and no secrets. if one of us knew something; we all did. that way we couldn't really make best friends or scheme.

1 was the higher up but not the highest up. she got all her rules and stuff from someone else who bossed her around. 'the boss', which i'd never met and we don't talk much about. in this house there's a total of 10 of us, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, and 11. there's probably different houses if i'm being honest and theres no '7' for personal reasons.

a couple times i've caught 1 looking at me. her eyes two deep orbs of blue. with her lip deep into her top row of teeth and her hand brushing her blue locks back, like she does.

i don't know what she means by it or if she even means to be doing it in the first place so i tell no one. i wasn't gonna get in trouble for making rumors about 1. she's the reason i'm not rotting in prison right now.

it never stops however, the stares. i can't tell if she wants to knock my teeth out or give me a higher job. either way she'll be the death me, i have a huge crush on her but i'm stuck. i couldn't possibly escape this cartel when i chose to take my one way ticket in. i also, can't date her. so yea- i'm dead either way.

i prepare myself for the day again, putting on my signature lipstick and a horrible wig i had to wear most other days i went out in public. tomorrow we'd go to the airport and embark our life risking journey together.

"why don't you stay, 4? stay wrapping up the last couple of bundles." a voice from behind me called making me jump out of my flesh. it was 1 dressed in black baggy pants and a white shirt cut off at the shoulders showcasing her well toned arms. i shouldn't protest which is good because i don't even have the time to if i wanted. when i fully turn around and open my mouth she's talking again. "you know no one here does it like you do, working with your hands? your fingers?"

i did good at what i did, it's what i knew how to do before i got here but i wasn't usually the one that packages shit. "why isn't 11 staying? i thought he normally did this stuff."

she walks closer putting the pad of her thumb on my lips beginning to push it inside shutting me up. this did two things, completely horrify me beyond words and get me wet beyond words.

"i see how you work our money, i did right with trusting you to count. i'm trusting you with packaging now. so stay."

"is this some sort of punishment?" i let out troubled and i'm surprised she catches it being her finger's still deep in my mouth.

"it is if you want it to be princess." she winked barely touching my ass with her left hand and then left me alone to think. what the fuck happened. was this a downgrade or an upgrade?

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"changes of plans everyone, i wanted to hit you with a curve ball." 1 announces making everyone in the group groan. we were all ready to leave well, except for me i didn't really have an option to. "we don't know what's gonna come at us tomorrow. that's why i'm bringing these, (two taped and packaged blocks of cocaine) on our simulation." she patted the parcels quite vigorously.

"and who's paying for the extra two parcels we're using today?" 5 asked. when we use something here we always have to pay 1 back. it's rule. i hadn't thought of the answer to this question quite yet but i bet everyone else was wondering the same thing.

"4 will."

wait what?

"shes staying back today which means i will. no one here can be fully trusted with product, let that be lesson. i trust you all to keep an eye out for each other and carry out with the plan."

"fuck this man." 8 rubbed behind his head furrowing around his short hair.

in no time 1 ordered them to leave and they did, leaving me to do my work alone.

just 6 more bricks. i can do this i assure myself sitting in front of the stacks on the ground. i'd already done 50 kilos.

"y/n"

immediately i stop doing my work, terrified i turn my head again. no one has called me that in well over half a year. surely again my fear isn't relieved, simply substituted with another feeling of deeper fear and intimidation. it was 1.

"how..do you know my name?"

"i know everyone's real names" she blew into what seemed to be a freshly rolled blunt still not answering how the hell she knew. "i deliberately picked you all to be part of my team no?" i guess that was a well enough reason for me to spark her interest. but what'd she need now.

"what do you need ma'am?" i made her grin. she kneels besides me and pulls the tightly rolled stick of marijuana from her mouth placing it in mine to breathe in. she has such control over me it's scary.

"i want you,"

"to do what 1?"

"break my rules." her eyes change focus from my eyes to my freshly lined lips, leaning closer until she kisses me stopping all air supply, worries and thoughts from my mind to even take place. she kisses me and bites my lips till their sore.

"1...i can't."her hand travels to my crotch, which currently is soaked, making me let out a breathy moan even through my clothes. "i can't break rule."

"mm mm mm, my orders. they're my rules, and i'm ordering you to break them y/n."

"why don't you call us all by our names?"

"i like you best princess. take off your shirt."

i unbutton my white shirt in front of her, getting out of my 'criss cross applesauce' state so she can hover over my legs. when i'm done i'm in a simple bra. the sight makes her do that same lip biting hair flipping thing that makes me go crazy. it'll be our secret she assured me, secrets. one thing i wasn't allowed to have.

she of course leans into my chest kissing it all over reminding me of how much i craved touch the months i was here. while unclasping my bra she straddles me laying us on the cold concrete floor fully.

in no time her tongue swirls around my nipple like an expert at my body, as if this weren't the first time she'd seen me like this.

"oh my god ma'am," i moan at the chills i earn from her tongue. sure she was cocky and complacent before but having me under her unleashed something else in 1.

she switches her attention to my other tit leaving the previous one swollen. "you wanna keep breaking rules 4?"

the sudden switch from erotic to casual caught me off guard. she was just calling me by my name a second ago and reverted back to '4' without even thinking about it. i hate that calling me y/n is breaking a rule, i want her to all the time even if i can't reciprocate it. it was humanizing for once.

"yes 1."

"perfect." she stated sitting up on me. she pulled her shirt off. her boobs meeting at eye level with my face. "suck." she fit the top of her breast in my mouth before it had even sunken in what i was doing. my left hand played with the other. her tits were huge, much bigger than mine would ever be even if i prided myself of my C cups. her skin was fair, so incredibly fair it looked like she was made of porcelain, parts of her skin showing the pink layers underneath. like the parts i was sucking, light rosey rims.

she moaned once or twice at my slobbery sucking, meeting her in this state of bliss. not quite on cloud nine but definitely not in a room surrounded by drugs anymore.

"fuck 4, you're gonna make me do shit ima regret."

"like what?" i took her from out of my mouth and started flicking her nipple faster with my tongue, the cold air making them harden even more which i didn't think was possible.

"take your shit off." she demanded harshly again, swinging from sexual to sweet and then rough again was strange to put up with. i unbuttoned my pants and slipped them off and left my underwear on to cover how embarrassingly wet i'd become.

she didn't.

she wasted no time getting out of her red thong to show me the matching skin to the rest of her body.

she came back over me, in between my legs and bit harshly at my bottom lip letting out a whimper on my end. she moved to my neck where she also acted quite roughly. she knows better than to leave marks on me, as far as i know none of us were getting any action so hickeys would be a dead giveaway.

"don't think i'm not gonna mark you mine 4. i have other places to work with."

her head moves to my boobs again, licking and biting at me. they were her "other places".

"mm 1"

she breathed in my face, the smell of weed still lingering. "you gonna let me fuck you now right y/n?" i nodded and she gave me a smile before proceeding to kiss down my stomach. "till you can't fucking walk."

she pulled back parts of my underwear, it slapping back at my skin before she ripped it off. she could take away my ability to walk any day, but why today? it's a big day tomorrow.

"you're soaked holy shit." i push her head down onto me eagerly. 1 complies sucking on my wet clit as soon as she gets on me. fuck she feels good.

she slurps on me with an enclosed mouth, slowly moving down to my opening. she seems to have no problem sticking herself into me, variations of noises coming from her as she moves her tongue around inside. her hands reposition my legs high and bent in the air . "look at me." she tilts my face down with her hand, spitting on me making the wet mess i had going on messier. "pretty ass." she turn slightly to the side, bobbing her head side to side. with her head, the noises increase and with the noises, the pleasure.

"fffuckk onnne." cum starts dripping down me, i remember the distinct feeling tickle me. she slips two fingers in within eye contact, moving them around inside my walls but in the end focusing on the one at front. she pushes around, resorting back to pounding in and out after a while. "oh my god"

with her freehand she slaps my cheek, grabbing around my throat after with a more-than-strong grip. "fuck." i moan before she kisses me again. encasing my sounds with her lips. "yes yes yes oh fuckk." they come out rubbing my slippery button quickly. It was in humane how fast she was going. She slipped in another finger. "o-on-one" I let out between moans. she hurt but somehow i wanted more. my walls feeling sore when empty but fulfilled when she pounded back into my stomach. My body rocked back and fourth, my boobs slapped together. I bucked my hips at how good she felt in me.

"you usually this creamy y/n?" I hope a moan was a good enough answer because that's what she got. her tongue reattached to my clit, her fingers still roughly massaging my front wall.

My knees went weak due to the pleasure and my legs, uncontrollably shaking off onto her shoulders. She licked the cum oozing out of me but left the amount of her fingers for me to try.

"shit 4 was always my lucky number but damn! ride me bitch."

"1," i sat up fluttering my eyes and ignoring the proposal for the time being.

"yes?"

"what's your name?" i kissed.

"oh, uh...billie." of course, she was hesitant. i don't know why she answered anyway. but billie, god what a sexy name.

"a little help?"

"nah. actually i wanna keep you there." the blue haired girl who now had a name uniquely to her walked away from me. not spitting out anything else after the last bit of attitude you witnessed. she came back with rope and tape. lots of it. then she proceeded to tape my arms together and above my head. tie knots from my wrists to random pipes on the wall. "what are we doing uhm.." god, billie or 1, billie or one?? "one?"

"i'm blowing your brains out what does it look like i'm doing." when she's done, my back is arched in the air, laying down on the floor with my arms rested over my head.

cold, she's cold again. spitting into my hole from behind. she slaps me too, a mixture of moans and winces as she soothes and remarks the top layers of skin on my ass. i wasn't prepared for her to put a finger in again, i almost fell over actually. that got me know where but another spanking.

she starts slow, the ins and out of her in me but it doesn't last long. she's curling her fingers inside of me mercilessly. "bet you haven't had this in a while." her tongue goes back to my clit.

"it stings fuckk."

"maybe 'cause ur cunts bleeding y/n"

she speeds up her fingers and tongue in unison, bringing me so close.

i don't care if i'm bleeding, i need to finish.

"fuck one, fuck!" i shuffle forgetting i was tied, smart bitch.

"what's the matter y/n" she curled after every syllable in my name and continued with her quick pace.

"i'm gonna cum oh my god i'm cumming billie."

for a second it was peaceful, i hadn't realized i called one by her real name until the flood of juices came rushing out of me freshening up the swollen mess that was my interior. "ohh."

1 takes a while, presumably looking at the mess on the floor or maybe even thinking of what she was gonna do. the time, or when the rest we're gonna get back. she shakes around my clit some more, releasing more liquid on command.

"lucky number four...wrap up we need these bricks by tomorrow."

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