Freedom?

"Ohh yeah, fuck me!" Max screamed as she bounced ontop of Jonas' hard cock. Her mouth open wide gasping for breathe as she rode him, his dick sliding in and out of her juicy cunt as she slammed herself down on to him. The sounds of their bodies slapping together making her even hotter.

"Unngh," They both moaned together. Max's pussy convulsion as she came milking his cock of his cum. Her body went limp falling loosely on top of Jonas. She laid there for a moment, before sliding down his body, his cum covered cock rubbing against her stomach and chest before finally disappearing into her mouth as she sucked their juices off of him.

"Good girl," Jonas moaned as she bathed his cock with her tongue. He tugged on her heard pulling her off of him and stood, pulling his pants back up. "I'll be back later tonight." Max nodded as he left room.

Max looked around the room. Much had changed since she had first arrived here. She figured it had been a month since she had first stepped foot in that strip club, she wasn't too sure, she had lost track of time weeks ago.

The once bare room was now nearly full of things Jonas had brought in to keep her entertained. Exercise machines lined the one wall, a billiards table sat in the middle of the room. He had even brought in another TV, this one with a large collection of movies for her to watch. The less she had fought him, the more he had given her.

Max told herself that she was just playing coy, letting him get comfortable so when he let his guard slip too much, became too trusting she could finally escape. She didn't fight him at all anymore, just complied with every request. Did whatever he wanted. Let him do anything he wanted. Her body had grown accustom to him, and she could feel herself getting excited every time the doors to her room entered. She passed it off as a natural physical reaction to the constant sexual attention he gave. From waking in the monring till she fell alseep she rarely went longer then a few hours without Jonas tending to her. The constant reminder of that still played the majority of the screens that lined each wall.

Max sighed and headed to the bathroom to clean up when she noticed that Jonas had left his business suit laying on her bed. She looked at the coat oddly, he never forgot anything behind. The picked it up, feeling the well made fabric in her fingers, a small plastic remote clunking onto the ground as it fell out of one of the pockets. Picking it up she realized it was the remote to her collar.

Tracing the the collar with her finger tips, he hasn't used it in weeks. She had almost forgot about it. She couldn't even remember the last time she had checked to see if getting to close to the door activated it. She ran her thumb over the small dial turning it to the low setting. Her finger circling the button she gently pressed it, her holy body tensing in anticipation of the small shock she would receive.

Max exhaled heavily, nothing had happened. She turned the dial higher but still nothing. Could this be it she thought before giving the collar a slight tug. But still it didnt activate. She pulled on it harder until she heard the clasp holding it tight on her neck snap open causing it to loosely fall in her hand.

Max looked down at the collar that had kept her trapped in this room for so long. She was free. She should be happy. But all she could do was worry that it was some kind of test. She would leave the room only to find Jonas waiting for her. He would catch her and things would go back to how they used to be.

Max's eyes were locked on the door, her mind raging in conflict as he thought the repercussions of what had just happened. She could free herself, even if it was a trap she could fight her way out. It was a simple choice she told herself but then why wouldn't she get up from the bed.

Max sat there staring at the door for what seemed like hours. Images of Jonas roughly thrusting his cock in and out of her ass as she came hard screaming out or more. Of kneeling down in front of him as he shot his cum all over her face. Of her hanging at Crash with her friends, Candlelit dinners with Logan... Logan. He was nothing like his Uncle, he gave so much while his Uncle only knew how to take. She loved Logan, she needed to see him again. Sitting up she bundled herself in Jonas' discarded coat, for the first time in over a month covering her naked body from view. Silently she opened the door, peering out into the empty hallway.

She barely made a sound as she cautiously ran down the hallway. Stopping suddenly as she heard the mutterings of a conversation. Maids? Servants? Guards? Max mind raced but it didn't matter she couldn't let herself be seen. She tried to first door she could find opening it quickly and jumping inside the room. Ear to the door she listened as the two servants passed by unknowingly.

"Max?" a voice called out her name, causing her to jump in shock, quickly she spun around her hand seeking out the door handle in case she needed to run.