Res Publica: The Standing Cell by Lorenzo_Marks,Lorenzo_Marks

Of course it did. This was meant to be!

The women’s dorms were not technically off limits to male visitors, so although he attracted a couple more inquisitive looks, he made it to her door without being challenged. He swiped the card again, and Charlotte’s door opened.

Good job, Luke!

He closed the door and looked around. Charlotte was evidently a neat and tidy girl, which surprised him given her wild and carefree look. He checked out her closet, recalling some of her outfits from the times he had followed her on campus. Then he went through her underwear drawer, holding up various items of lingerie, stretching them out to test their elasticity and then holding them up to his nose. He selected a skimpy pair of red panties, settled back on her bed, and wrapped them around his hard cock. Then he closed his eyes and imagined Charlotte naked as he slowly jerked himself off.

***

Being underground, there was no way of telling whether it was light or dark out. Charlotte guessed she had been locked in the standing cell for a couple of hours now, but it could well have been much longer. So far, she had just about managed to keep herself under control by focusing on her breathing and periodically raising up on her toes to ease the constant aching in her legs–but now she was beginning to get very anxious.

Thomas hadn’t told her how long he intended to keep her in here, and she had assumed that he would let her out after she had learned her lesson. But now she was beginning to have serious doubts. What if he planned to keep her locked up all night? Would she be able to last that long without freaking out?

She thought back to the last words they had spoken together before he had left her down here on her own. Realizing that she had made a mistake by confirming her love for Peter, she had offered to have sex with Thomas–unthinkable until the traumatic events of the past few hours. When he had told her to enter the standing cell, she had panicked and almost pleaded to make love to him–but to her surprise, he had refused her.

Before departing, Thomas had told her he just wanted to talk. What did they have to talk about? There could only be one thing–he wanted her to tell him that she was in love with him instead of Peter. How ridiculous! But after replaying the conversation over in her head, Charlotte now feared that merely telling him what he wanted to hear was not going to be enough. He wanted her to mean it, and if he wasn’t convinced, he might very well leave her in this vertical coffin until he was!

Now becoming increasingly desperate to get out, Charlotte tried to rehearse how she might be able to pull of this illusion. The fact that Thomas was clearly a nutjob meant she might be able to persuade him that her feelings were genuine, but she had already made her task that much more difficult when she had confirmed to him that she loved her husband–and had stupidly goaded him by telling him that it could never be any other way. Now she dearly needed to persuade him that she had changed her mind!

So she stood in silence in the gathering darkness, trying to harness her slowly unraveling mind to find a way of sounding believable when he finally returned–and she really wanted to talk with him now.

She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the feeding tube, sucking in the chocolate milk that mysteriously both sated her appetite and quenched her thirst. After her initial reservations, she had sucked on that tube more times than she had intended, and even though the sweet milk was making her feel a little queasy, she couldn’t seem to stop herself. But there was something else going on with her body that was even more worrying–as her erect nipples jabbed against the cell door, she realized she was feeling extremely horny!

***

“Tell us about your red panties,” Thomas said.

From behind the locked door, Charlotte’s voice said, “Red panties?”

“Surely you remember–that pair I jerked off into?”

There was a silence from within the standing cell.

“Of course she does,” Luke said. “She was so outraged, she went to campus security.”

“And we nearly got into serious trouble for that!” Thomas said.

“We’re lucky she decided not to press charges,” Luke said.

“Indeed,” said Thomas. “And why didn’t you press charges, Charlotte?”

“I-I didn’t want any trouble,” Charlotte said.

“But you knew it was me who left you the sticky deposit,” Thomas chuckled. “Your stalker. You got me banned from the student dorms and I was given an official warning by the campus security officer. I could have been expelled.”

“I just wanted it all to go away,” Charlotte said wearily.

“But you did tell your boyfriend, and he came to see me–along with a few of his musclebound friends.”

“He was only trying to protect me,” Charlotte said. “You’d gone too far. You broke into my room!”

“Broke in? I thought you wanted me to go and see you,” Thomas said.

“How did I make you think that?” Charlotte said.

“Oh, come on. All those suggestive glances you sent my way in political science class? The provocative way you used to dress in those tight jeans? You were leading me on from the very beginning.”

There was another silence from behind the standing cell door, then Charlotte said, “Thomas, I am very sorry if you thought that I was teasing you in some way–that really wasn’t my intention at all. Now I understand the hurt I must have put you through. If there is any way I can make it up to you now, I will!”

“Yes, you already tried that approach–offering to fuck me like a whore. But as I said before, as much as I still desire your beautiful body, taking you like that would be meaningless to me.”

“Then–what do you want from me?” Charlotte said.

“The truth,” said Thomas. “I want you to admit the truth.”

“But I’ve already told you the truth,” Charlotte said weakly.

“Oh, I don’t believe we’ve even scratched the surface yet,” Thomas said. “Let’s talk about those red panties again. I left them on your bed along with a single red rose–how did you feel when you saw my gifts to you?”

“I-I was afraid,” Charlotte said.

“Because I had been in your room?”

“Yes.”

“And I had been through your underwear drawers?”

“Yes.”

“When you saw what I’d done, were you disgusted?”

“Yes!”

“And maybe a little excited?”

“No!”

“Did you try them on?”

“Of course not!”