Apocalypse: Building And Hoarding My Way Through.
Chapter 103: Not Even A Blowjob? (18+)

Chapter 103: Not Even A Blowjob? (18+)

Perfect, Scarlett thought, a sly smirk tugging at her lips as she followed him. I need to explore every corner of this place, especially the restricted areas only accessible to the ruler. This will give me the edge I need.

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In a lavish room deep within the organization’s headquarters, Scarlett and Austin sat facing each other. Drinks were placed on the table before them, served by a few free citizens. The room was adorned with expensive furniture, intricate chandeliers, and exquisite artwork. It was the same meeting room where they had gathered before embarking on the dangerous mission.

"I’m so happy that you’re back, Ayra," Austin began, a wide smile plastered across his face. "I could only arrange this small feast to welcome you back, but tomorrow, I’ll throw a bigger one in your honor. You deserve it. Still, I can’t believe it... those bastards claimed you were dead. Even the airpod planted on you confirmed it. Did you actually escape death? Or were they lying? I mean, I doubt anyone would lie like that and keep silent under torture."

Scarlett met his gaze with a warm smile. "Brother, those fools could never kill me. I’m finally back at the organization, and that’s all that matters now. You can release them now."

Austin erupted in laughter, his voice echoing in the ornate room. "Release them? Ayra, you must be joking. Whether they succeeded in killing you or not, their fate was sealed from the start. Those bastards were always destined to die. It’s just a pity that those with powers are also going to die with them but now that you’re back, I might free those ones."

Scarlett chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You’re right. I’m only joking brother. After what they tried to do, they don’t deserve mercy. I was just teasing, wondering how you’d react." She tilted her head slightly, her smile never wavering as she added. "I’m glad we think alike. They deserve to pay for what they tried to do."

Austin stood from his chair suddenly, his movements fluid and deliberate. He walked around the table, stopping in front of Scarlett. Sitting on the edge of the table, he reached down, tilting her chin up with his fingers. His touch was firm yet oddly intimate.

"I thought I had lost you forever Ayra," he said, his voice softening. "Thank goodness you’re back."

As he leaned closer, his face mere inches from hers, Scarlett instinctively pulled back. Her mind raced, her thoughts spinning. What is he trying to do?

Images began to replay in her head, memories of Austin and Ayra. She saw the room she was in currently, its walls bearing silent witness to unspeakable acts. She saw Austin taking Ayra here, using her, degrading her, treating her as nothing more than a plaything.

They’re half-siblings, she thought, her eyes widening. Half-brother and sister and yet he... Her stomach churned at the thought.

Austin’s voice interrupted her spiraling thoughts. "What’s wrong? You’re not denying me your body now, are you? Don’t tell me we haven’t moved past that, my little slut." His tone was laced with arrogance as he leaned in again, this time more insistently.

"There’s no need to rush, zaddy," Scarlett purred in Ayra’s tone, a sultry smile curling on her lips. Her voice dripped with mock affection. "You own me, after all. But first, I’d really love to see those bastards who dared to try and kill me."

Austin smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, really? You want to see them?" His tone was teasing, as though he already knew her answer. "You should. It’ll be fun watching their faces before they meet their end tomorrow. I left Jones to keep them company for now."

Scarlett’s smile widened as she stood from her chair. "Let’s go, then," she said sweetly. But as she turned toward the door, Austin’s hand struck her backside, the sharp slap echoing through the room. She froze, her anger flaring instantly, but she swallowed it down. Ayra wouldn’t react, she reminded herself. If I do, he’ll suspect something’s off. Forcing herself to maintain composure, she straightened and continued walking toward the door.

"I missed that ass," Austin said, his voice dripping with lust. Scarlett paused and turned to face him, her expression carefully neutral. He hadn’t moved from his spot, but his gaze was fixated on her. "See?" he added, gesturing downward at the bulge in his pants. His seven-inch erection strained against the fabric. "I’m so horny."

Scarlett glanced down briefly, then quickly looked away, her stomach churning in revulsion. She forced herself to smirk, masking her disgust.

’I’m afraid your dick would be chopped into veggies by me if I find out you’ve hurt Garvin or the others. I just hope you haven’t touched a single hair on Garvin’s head.’

"I know you are and I can’t wait to have you too but first, I have to see those bastards then we can have fun afterwards." Scarlett replied, trying to sound calm.

Austin let out a heavy sigh as he began stroking his dick. "I feel so sad that you’re more concerned about seeing those bastards before satisfying me but I understand you though."

Scarlett let out a sigh of relief, plastering a wide smirk on her face. "Good." She winked. "We’ll definitely have some fun, after I’ve dealt with those bastards who thought they could kill me."

Austin’s grin turned mischievous. "But seriously, not even a blowjob?" he asked, feigning disappointment. "I promise not to go all the way. Just a little taste. That’s all I’m asking for."

Scarlett tilted her head, her expression hardening slightly. "I said no, Austin," she replied, her tone a mix of seriousness and feigned vulnerability. "You have to understand, I feel humiliated. They almost succeeded in killing me. I barely survived, and it’s been eating away at me. I won’t be at peace until I see their faces and punish them myself..just a little..tonight. Then tomorrow, I’ll watch them die."

Austin sighed dramatically, though his grin didn’t fade. "Fine. I understand," he said, standing up from his seat. "But since little Ayra isn’t in the mood to please me, I guess I’ll have to handle this myself. I can’t walk out of the room like this or else everyone’s eyes would be fixed on me."

Scarlett’s eyes followed him warily as he walked to a shelf. Pressing a hidden button, he revealed a secret compartment. The bookshelf slid back, replaced by a hidden cabinet filled with an array of sex toys. Austin’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he scanned the collection.

Scarlett’s stomach churned, but she forced a neutral expression.

"I see you’re still as... adventurous as ever, brother," she said, her tone casual, even teasing, despite the revulsion bubbling beneath the surface.

Austin chuckled, his tone light yet laced with depravity. "You know me, sister. I like to keep things... interesting."

He selected a few items from the shelf, then turned on a nearby television. Pornographic images filled the screen as he cranked up the volume. Scarlett forced herself to maintain her act, offering a weak smile that she hoped passed for enthusiasm.

"Alright," Austin said as he returned to the table, lying down on it with one hand already stroking himself. "You can just watch me please myself. Who knows? Maybe you’ll get aroused, too. But don’t worry, I’m not going to force you. Not this time."

Scarlett stood still by the door, her gaze fixed on the floor as rage and disgust roiled inside her.

Stay calm Scarlett, she told herself. Stay in control.

Austin’s moans filled the room, blending with the obscene sounds from the television. "Hmmm... oh, yes... fuck it," he groaned, his voice dripping with self-indulgent pleasure.

Scarlett’s fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to endure the display. Her mind raced with thoughts of Garvin and the others. She needed to stay composed, for them.

After what felt like an eternity, Austin let out a loud groan, his body jerking as he reached his climax. The room fell silent, save for the muffled sounds of the porn still playing in the background.

"I think we’ve had enough... entertainment for now, brother," Scarlett said finally, her voice steady but her gaze still fixed on the floor. "I really need to see those bastards. It’s been eating away at me since I escaped."

Austin sighed, grabbing a tissue to clean himself off. "Very well, sister," he said, sounding disappointed. "But tonight, after you’ve seen them, you’ll make it up to me. I expect a proper apology."

Scarlett’s stomach turned, but she forced a smile. "Of course, brother," she said sweetly. "I’ll make it up to you. I promise. But for now, let’s go."

Austin smirked, seemingly satisfied with her response. Once he’d finished cleaning up and adjusted himself, he led her out of the room. They walked down the dimly lit hallway in silence.