Page 94 of The Claiming

It will definitely make life more interesting at Rockwell, and only couples who accept the rules are allowed to take part. Those who prefer to fuck around can continue to do so, but not one of my couples. If they do, they end up locked in the dungeon to pay the price of breaking of the rules. I can’t wait for the opportunity to enact my particular brand of punishment and hope like hell somebody screws up so I can practice my craft.

As each of the guys reads the rules, I hand them a mask, robe and handcuffs and open the cell door, locking it behind them.

They are briefed on what’s expected and silence is a major factor because there must be complete silence in the chamber at all times until The Claiming begins.

As soon as the last centurion is locked in, I step to the side, my back against the wall as I wait for the challengers.

You could cut the anticipation in the room with a finger. It’s almost palpable and the new centurions stare eagerly from behind their masks, waiting for their prey.

Footsteps approach and I glance with interest at the two girls who made it here first.

Angelina Gray and Hollie Fargo stare nervously around them as they walk slowly past the cells. One is blonde, one brunette and the centurion’s eyes follow them as they make their way to the chamber to meet their fate.

They are soon followed by Ellie James and Karen Halton, who are closely followed by the fifth girl Susan Harper.

I disguise my grin, knowing she came in last. It wouldn’t surprise me if she tried her luck with Ali at the door. I’m guessing it’s the thrill of a masked man that attracts the curious and, from the sparkle in her eyes and her heavy breathing, she is so turned on at what happens next.

She passes the cells and unlike the other girls, she gazes into each one with a soft, flirtatious smile. I can almost sense the growls and rattling of cages as the testosterone mixes with pheromones as she lays down her challenge.

She is wearing the tightest white dress and inwardly I roll my eyes. Her knees will be cut to ribbons and the dress fit only for the trash when they have finished with her.

We offer a dress code suggestion list and the other girls have adhered to it. Leggings, t-shirt and sneakers. Not Susan. Which only advertises the fact she is up for anything and hopes for more.

The next ten minutes appears to last an hour and I sense the impatience of the centurions as they wait for release. The girls have five minutes to be blinded and disorientated and then five minutes to find the inner chamber and choose a tunnel.

The clock ticks slowly, anticipation heightened at every stroke and as it passes the ten-minute mark, a siren sounds and I slowly unlock each cell and release the hounds.

They don’t hang around and as they race to the chamber I congratulate myself on a well-executed plan, wondering what’s happening beneath my feet and if another centurion is chancing his luck for a second time.

Santi is alone when I enter the ceremonial chamber, and he groans.

“Fuck, I love this shit.”

“Same.”

I pull out my laptop and sit on one of the large stones positioned near the wall.

I’ll check the footage in the tunnels and passageway. If anyone tries anything, we should be on hand to prevent it.

As I bring up the cameras and set them in a gallery on the laptop, Santi peers over my shoulder and whispers, “Fuck, this is making me hard already.”

I take his point when an image of Susan’s ass fills one frame entirely, and he growls, “What I wouldn’t do to that.”

I chuckle softly as I settle in to watch the show and as I flick between the cameras, I try to keepa clear head and concentrate on making sure that nobody is there who shouldn’t be.

FORTY-EIGHT

CASSIE

The first girl through the tunnel is Angelina Gray, and I wonder where she got the courage to go through with this. She is a quiet, studious girl who keeps herself apart from the rest and as she pulls off her hood, the horror on her face is comical, as she believes she has been caught already.

I step forward and placing my finger on my lips, I point to the tunnels and she nods, swallowing hard as she chooses the middle one.

I almost pity her, but then Hollie Fargo crawls into the chamber and has the same reaction as Siri steps forward and does the same. She smiles nervously and chooses tunnel number one on the left, and I shiver inside. Abigail’s chamber and if our predator is playing the game, I’m guessing this is the one he will choose.

My heart beats frantically as she crawls inside and I listen out for any disturbance inside.

Ellie James is next and whistles as the hood is discarded and gasps, “Fuck. I didn’t know it would be so fucking creepy.”

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