exhausted

/ɪɡˈzɔːstɪd/

adjective

extremely tired, worn out/ drained of strength.

Exhausted was the only word to describe my state right now.

My eyes were strained, from too much exposure to ultraviolet light. My neck was stiff due to constant sitting, and my back was aching because of my bad posture. I couldn't feel my left leg because it was completely asleep and giving me a weird sensation of vibration. I rubbed my eyes, averting them from the computer screen.

I first thought of informing Brett, my assistant, about my state. But I realized that the kidnapper must have thought about it previously before handing me the system, so I didn't even bother to try and waste my energy on doing something which was bound to fail.

"Ah! I'm toooooooo Sleeepyyyyy!" I yawned and looked around the room of my kidnap...err, Krystal.

I was sitting alone in the room, in front of the computer screen, doing what Miss Kidnapper had told me to do for hours. The room was simple, modern styled, with a king-sized double bed and a couch against the wall. A workspace was built on the left side of the room where I was sitting.

I stood up from my chair and yawned again, stretching my limbs, and tilted my head towards a photo frame resting on the bedside table. I walked in its direction, and I picked it up. Three toddlers were beaming at the camera. Two of the three children were girls, and I gasped, looking at one of the girls with grey eyes. Her hair was wavy, shiny, and mid-sized, resting past her waist. Her eyes were shining, in contrast to her current lifeless ones. Her smile was so beautiful and contagious that I unconsciously smiled. A brown-haired girl was resting her arm around the grey-eyed girl's waist, and the black-haired boy was trying to engulf the grey-eyed girl into a hug.

They seemed so happy and innocent. Which made me wonder what the fucking hell happened to the girl that turned her heart into a stone, which turned the shining light of her eyes into a lifeless storm, which wiped the beaming sunshine smile off her face, leaving a dead cold expression that seemed to have even forgotten how to smile.

I placed the photo frame back in its place and turned around to explore more.

A poster-sized picture of my kidnap... err, Krystal, was hanging on the front wall. She was sitting on a royal chair with the dog sitting in front of her legs and looking into the camera. Her hair was short, messy and textured, shiny and pulled back, perhaps styled with some hair gel or spray, wearing a black blazer with trouser pants and high-heeled boots, and although she was wearing her usual cold expression, her eyes were so strong as if they were drilling holes into my soul. The dog and the woman were radiating a strong yet dark aura around them that I could sense a weird feeling of submission developing inside me and I averted my gaze from the picture frame and closed my eyes to take a deep breath.

A tingling sensation crawled up my spine and I immediately opened my eyes and rushed in the direction of the door.

My breathing was somehow weirdly difficult. I reached the door and locked it. I returned to my previous position and looked back at the poster. Her gaze seemed to get more and more intense with each passing second. I took some steps back, never breaking eye contact with the picture, and my legs hit the bed. I slowly sat down on the bed.

"Oh-Krystal," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest. Perhaps it was due to the ovulatory phase of my cycle, due to which the hormones were making me feel weird. As I continued to look at the picture in front of me, something was developing inside of me. There was a sweet and bitter coffee scent diffused in the air which was making me lose my mind.

I licked my lips and gulped as I traced my belly with my left hand and reached for the hem of my pants. My hand slowly reached inside my pants. My body was feeling weaker and weaker. I looked back at the wall and her eyes met mine. I felt another shiver down my spine and I gulped.

Without even thinking further, I slid my pants down and now my red panties were somehow damp. I was even surprised at how the fuck I was getting aroused just by looking at a picture. But lust was blurring all my senses. I touched myself from above my panties and groaned, the fabric was irritating me. I finally slid down the clothing so I was bottomless.

My left hand slid inside my thighs and with my right hand, I parted my labia majora. My left hand reached my clit and I shuddered at the touch.

I bit my lower lip and looked at the view in front of me, and her face made my hand move even faster.

'What the fuck is even wrong with me that I am masturbation over a piece of paper?' I thought, but the sensation was driving me crazy, but deep down I knew that it was not enough, so I stopped my left hand and repositioned myself. Now I was in the sitting position, my back was against the frame of the bed, my legs were spread, giving a clear view of my pussy to the picture. I placed my pants underneath my hips to make sure I don't stain the bed sheet, and I don't know why the gaze in the photo was driving me crazy. As I was becoming wetter and wetter with each passing second, I put my index and middle fingers inside my mouth first, wetting them with my hot tongue. I knew that was not necessary as I was totally wet, and finally, I slid my index finger inside my hole while my other hand was still massaging the clitoris.

'How her fingers would feel?' I thought about her long fingers pleasuring me instead of mine.

"Krystall-ah!...Hnn!" I moaned as my muscles clenched around my finger. It was a bit uncomfortable.

After a while, my hole relaxed, I inserted another finger inside me and my mouth unconsciously drooled, staining my t-shirt as I increased my pace.

"Mistress... ah!" I don't know what got into me, but I felt my climax reaching closer and closer as I increased the speed of my hand, even faster. My toes were curling themselves, my insides were feeling as if they were burning, but that was not enough for me to stop that sinful act.

I imagined Krystal standing behind me instead of the wall, her body pressing against mine, her hands groping my boobs, her lips on my neck as I pleasure myself, 'You are doing so well, kitten-'

With one last push, my body shivered. I felt my breath hitch as I released. My pants got stained with the viscous fluid coming out of me as I panted heavily.

'How great it would be if it happened in reality.' I thought as I closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths while leaning against the wall as I wiped my hands on my t-shirt.

After a few minutes, I stood up from the bed and grabbed my clothes soaked in the evidence of my sinful act. I made my way to the bathroom, took a quick shower and washed the stains off the clothes as I tossed them inside the washing machine, and changed into some new clothes.

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My body froze and my breath hitched, but then I looked around the room to make sure that there was no evidence left of my deed. I took a deep breath and opened the door. There was Krystal, standing outside with a tablet in her hand, and she was wearing glasses. She looked at me and I was having trouble making eye contact.

"Why was the door locked?" She questioned me with her cold yet hot voice, and I gulped, remembering the deed I had done.

"I-I- was changing-" I awkwardly said as I twirled my skirt around, not making eye contact.

"Sure-" She said as she entered the room and I followed her.

She stooped in the middle and my head hit her back, and I jumped in surprise.

I thought she would scold me, or say something to mock me, but to my surprise, she turned her face towards me and placed her hand on my cheek and I stiffened under her touch.

"Your lip is bleeding-" she said as her finger traced the outline of my lip. Something was wrong with me as that action caused a shiver to run down my spine.

I looked down as I just wanted the ground to engulf me, but then I remembered that I could get a bruise from anything, right? I was about to say something, but for my own good, she changed the conversation.

"Anyway, are you done with the chip?" She asked, and I nodded and immediately made my way towards the workstation and took the pen drive place on the table.

"Yes, I have copied the data and altered some information as you asked me to do, ugh... I had to crack the security and I must say the chip was coded brilliantly, and with a single mistake, the chip would have gone into self-destruction. The one who developed such a chip must be brilliant. " I smiled at her and she nodded in appreciation and reached for the pen drive with her hand.

"You did well kitten-" She said, and I swear I felt blush rushing on my face, thanks to my previous imagination and I averted my gaze and I acted to be scrolling something on the desktop.

"Now, my job is done right. Now I can go?" I asked, still not facing her.

"Who said you are done?"

"What?" I asked as I turned around to face her.

"We are just getting started, kitten." She said it with a smirk, and I rolled my eyes.

"And-yes, your assistant seems to be suspicious of us as some rats are reported to me to belong to zodiacs. Don't worry, they are just under captivity and no one is doing anything serious with them." She informed, and I sighed, knowing Brett would do anything to reach me.

"Thanks" I mumbled.

"Thanks for what?" She raised her brows.

"For not killing them-" I said and she nodded as she walked towards me.

"The DarkMoons are known for capturing moles within minutes. Do you know why?" She asked in a low, husky voice, and I gulped because she was getting too close for comfort.

"Why?" I asked in a whisper and she smirked and stooped when she was about a hand away from me.

"The only thing we believe is not to trust anyone. We don't even trust our own shadows and so each and every corner of the mansion is highly secured, every gang member's room is checked twice a day and Max deals with all the gang-related activities, numerous cameras, and sound chips in every corner of the red building of which Max is the in charge-" She continued, making me wonder why she was telling me this all of the sudden.

"And it's the same for this building too. The only thing different is that I am in charge and the only person who has access to the data." She concluded, as she opened her tab and scrolled through some applications and then looked up in my direction and leaned closer to my neck. Oh shit-Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking-

"Isn't it too early for you to moan my name, Miss Adriana Styles?"

'Isn't it too early for you to moan my name, Miss Adriana Styles? 'She whispered in my ear; her voice repeated from her tablet. I just wanted the roof to collapse on me. My heart was hammering in my chest and my eyes were wide with shock.

Smirking, she turned around and left the room, leaving me alone to die in embarrassment.

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Additional information-

Women tends to feel more hornier between 10th to 15th day of menstrual cycle due to the increase in estrogen levels in the blood which increases their libido, it varies from women to women as their length of cycles are different .