raith_rogue | [For Robin: Justine]

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[For Robin: Justine]

Justine had tried to get in to see Robin a few times before, but it wasn't easy. His room was guarded, and she had to find a time when Lara was well and distracted. After a couple of frustrating days (during which she hadn't been able to reach Thomas, which was starting to scare her), she'd finally gotten an opportunity and she seized it.

She pushed the door open, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and a sandwich on it, and closed it softly behind her, looking over toward the bed though she wasn't sure she wanted to see what was waiting for her. She shifted the tray to one arm and lifted her hand to her lips, cautioning him to be silent as she moved over to where Robin lay.

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Robin honestly wasn't sure if the past few days (he wasn't even sure how many it had been) were some of the worst or best of his life. Because as a puck it appealed to the best and the worst - he loved amazing sex, and he hated being caged. It was the latter, and his finely tuned survival instinct, that had him still resisting Lara even if he couldn't reveal himself.

After a couple of fucks she'd untied him, at least. And he hadn't put up a fight. If he did, he'd just be tied up again, and he knew there were goons outside the door who could subdue him, since he was naked and without weapons.

And so, he stayed in the room. And she came in a few times a day and fucked him. Amazing fucks. Mind-blowing fucks. Some of the best orgasms he'd experienced in his very, very long life. He told himself that the only reason he looked forward to her arrivals was to break up the monotony. He was lying to himself.

But he still hated her for it. He was a puck. He was not a pet. But he was smart enough to know that his best chance was to bide his time and gain her trust. When she thought he was truly under her thrall, she would give him the run of the estate like the rest of them. And then he could slip out. Or maybe find a weapon, hide it away, wait for her return...

Would he kill Thomas' sister? Right now, in a heartbeat.

There was really little point in putting on clothes, since Lara could come back any time, so when the door opened, Robin was nude on the bed. He wasn't tied up anymore though, instead just laying on his side, the sheet artfully draped to somehow reveal more, both his perfect cock and perfect ass in full view.

When he saw who it was, he didn't say a word, just followed her with his eyes.

Justine tried not to look, but it was impossible. Her eyes were drawn to its impressive size, even not fully erect. She cleared her throat, blushing faintly as she tore her gaze from Robin's cock, pressing her lips together as she brought the tray over and set it on the nightstand next to the bed. "How are you?" she asked in a low voice, not quite looking at his face.

Maybe Robin was being too generous, but he was pretty sure that she was here not on Lara's orders - probably very much against them, in fact.

But he still wasn't sure if he could trust her.

"Well fucked," he said flatly. "Isn't that what I'm supposed to be?"

Justine nodded slightly, pursing her lips. "Well. Yes." She sighed. "I've been trying to reach Thomas, but he's not answering his phone. But I'll keep trying." She hugged herself, glancing at the food that was probably going to get her into a fair amount of trouble. Lara wasn't stupid, but Justine had become very good at lying to her. She'd talk her way out of it.

"And what do you think is going to happen when he finds out where I am?" Robin asked. "Surely Lara must have thought that through."

He sat up then, but didn't bother to cover himself.

"I don't know. Thomas can think of something," Justine promised, utterly faithful in his brilliance. "You have to get out of here, before you don't want to anymore." She was actually a little impressed that he was still this coherent.

"I don't need Thomas to do that," Robin said briskly. He did not like the idea of needing to be rescued. "How long of my pretending to be a good little thrall until she trusts me enough to let me out from under lock and key?"

Justine shook her head slightly. "I don't know. She's cautious. Smart. She doesn't let her pride get in the way of that." Unlike her father.

She turned away and took a few steps, then asked, "Will you at least cover yourself with the sheet? I don't want to look at that."

"Little squeamish considering your place of employment," Robin said sourly, but casually tossed the sheet over his waist.

"Can you get me a weapon?"

Justine didn't acknowledge his comment, just turned around as she heard the rustle of fabric. She bit her lip, shaking her head a little at the question. "I don't know. It wasn't exactly easy to get in here in the first place."

Suddenly, Robin's eyes flashed with anger. "I am not some pet to be kept," he hissed. "It is unacceptable that I am still here, I don't care how good the sex is."

Honestly that last bit was pretty hard to say. It made him think of the sex. And Lara. And how a large part of him wished Justine would get the hell out so she would come back. But it was a little easier to think clearer at least when she was out of the room.

"I am going to get out and if I have to burn this place to the ground I will."

"Keep that," Justine replied, nodding. "Keep that anger. It will help you resist." She took a deep breath, hugging herself. "I'll see what I can do. And I'll keep trying Thomas. --Do you know where he might be? Did he have plans to go somewhere?"

Robin shook his head, forcing himself not to snap at her again. "I have no idea. And I doubt he'd even realize that I'm missing, let alone know where to look for me."

It had been a long shot, but Justine was disappointed anyway. And continuing to worry about Thomas, on top of this whole mess. "All right."

She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "What can I do to help? I'll work on the weapon, if I can."

"Tell me how I should act," said Robin. "The better a thrall I can be, the less she'll think she needs to... push, right?"

He almost sounded like he wanted reassurance.

That she could do. "Right. Well, first of all...don't give opinions. Don't talk back. If you're asked a direct question, answer it--but try to sound out of it. Thralls are..." she shivered, trying to remember how she'd felt with Thomas. "You don't want anything if it doesn't please your master. Mistress," she corrected quickly, looking down. "You don't think for yourself, don't want to. You just want to please her, so she'll reward you."

Robin thought of how he'd felt the time he'd been with Thomas and thought... that he'd do anything he said, that he'd fuck him as long as he wanted even if it killed him.

He'd hated that feeling. It had scared the fuck out of him.

"Got it," he said, but his mouth was in a straight line.

"I'm sorry," Justine said in a low voice. "If I'd known she was planning this--I would have warned you." Or she would have at least warned Thomas. "I should probably go."

Robin wasn't sure that she'd really done a whole hell of a lot to help, but he did say, "Thanks," anyway, though it was half-hearted.

"Don't get yourself in trouble," he added. "Thomas wouldn't want you to."

After all, she was his true love or whatever. It wasn't like there'd be a contest if he was choosing between her and Robin.

Justine hadn't come here to help, she'd just wanted to see how Robin was, while she waited and contniued to try to track Thomas down. There was little she could do. "I won't. I have a lot of experience with Lara." For all the good it did her in this situation.

She rose and headed for the door. "Enjoy your soup," she added as she knocked to get the guards to unlock the bolted door.

Robin watched her go, and then after a moment, actually picked up the tray and ate some of the soup.

And thought about how he was going to act when he saw Lara again.

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