Bound by Choice (Ch. 45 up!)

Ch.12

“HEEERRRROOOO!!!!” The shout seemed to have echoed down the hall and in the suite, waking the boys up with a start at 1:30 in the afternoon. They all bolted upright on the cushions, and then moaned at the brightness of the room in their eyes. The sun was starting to shine through the western windows, on the opposite side of the balcony on the east.

“Shit! Relena’s here!” Quatre hissed. “Heero, snap out of it, you need to hide!”
“Damn it, Quatre, you were supposed to set the clock for 12:30! It would’ve given me a chance to wash my ass and hide somewhere else!” Heero snapped.
“Sorry, Heero, I forgot with all the excitement with Duo, and we were all woke up at 3:30 this morning,” Quatre replied sheepishly.

Heero jumped up and ran to the bathroom to start up the shower. He ran to his room to grab some clothes, but then he realized that this was not the day they could wear real clothes. He grabbed some very short denim shorts that exposed his cheeks and a green midriff top. He hopped in the shower, lathered up, rinsed off, and ran to the bidet, and freshened himself up there. The latter hurt because he was in a hurry.

The others had rushed to put their things away, and piled in the shower while Heero was on the bidet, because they had to get going too; if Relena couldn’t find Heero, she turned to one of the others. They cursed for each other to hurry, so they could dress. Quatre felt like cross-dressing today, so he grabbed a short blue sundress with matching lace-up sandals, and a blue hat. He hurriedly applied some modest makeup as well. Trowa opted for something simple; he threw on some short green denim shorts, and that was it. Wufei was having a hard time deciding what to wear. The others were at the door ready to bolt. “Hey, ‘Fei, hurry up!” Trowa shouted using Duo’s nickname for the boy. “We’re about to go out onto the estate!” “But what should I wear, though? I can’t decide!” Wufei shouted from his room. Rolling his eyes, Quatre ran to Wufei’s room, walked to his closet, and rummaging hurriedly, threw out a pair short black spandex shorts and a red crop tank top. “I can’t wear this,” Wufei whined, “I’m not in the mood for spandex!” “Bitch, you’re in the mood for it now, unless you want to be stuck wearing a pink g-string for Miss Relena!” the Arabic blonde spat. “Point taken,” Wufei replied, throwing on his clothes.

They all gathered at the door, and looked out into the hall through the space in the doors. Seeing that the coast was clear, they slowly opened the door, and walked out. They walked the 25 feet to the end of their corridor to the main hallway, and peeked around the corner. Luckily, there was no one there. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “Good,” Heero breathed. “now all we have to is get out through the central stairwell, and directly out the back. I’m sure she’s in Master Treize’s office with him and Sir Zechs.” They crept out into the hall, and keeping a brisk pace, headed for the stairs, which was over 50 feet from their corridor. They took care as to not bump against any doors along the way. Just as they were near the stairs, they heard the annoying familiar voice—“But Treize, I was only looking for my Heero! He’s supposed to be with me today!” Relena whined as she stepped out of Treize’s office/room at the opposite end of the hall. “But Relena, you know I have very important visitors here throughout the house.” Treize said as he leaned against the doorframe. “The last thing I need is to receive complaints from them because their sleep is disturbed. Besides, most of the time they’re recovering from hangovers.” admonished Treize. And on top of that, you woke me up. Weren’t you looking for your brother, anyway?”

The glimpse of her garish pink leather was all they needed to make a run for the remaining 15 feet to the stairs. They all bolted for the stairs in a quiet fluster. They were running down the stairs, leaving poor Quatre behind. He stopped on the landing. “Wait up,” he hissed, “I’m wearing a dress!” “Who the fuck told you to wear a damn dress!” Heero whispered, “You knew we had to run today, and you had to have an urge of femininity!” “But I was planning on wearing a dress today anyway.” Quatre whined. “All I have to say is this: if we get caught because of your ass, I’m beating yours!” Heero hissed. “I bet I can kick your ass in this dress!” Quatre said as he descended the stairs to come face-to-face with Heero. “Calm down, you two, we need to get the hell outta here first,” Trowa said. “Quat, slide down the banister.” “What?! In this dress? No way!” “Fuckin’ DO IT, Quat!” Wufei spat, “We have to go!!” Wufei’s voice unfortunately was heard by Relena. “Who’s there? Heero, my love is that you?” They heard footsteps approaching the stairs. “Shit! Let’s go!” Heero said. He picked up Quatre, and plopped him on the banister. “Hey, hey, watch the nuts!” the blonde hissed. “Go, dammit!” Heero gave the boy a shove, and he took off surprisingly fast. The poor boy looked like a wet cat as he held on for dear life. In fact, he reached the bottom before they did. The banister ended with a rounded-off tip, and he slipped off, landing on the floor with a thump on his ass. He hurried and got up. The others jumped on, following Quatre’s lead, and came down as well. They ran around the stairwell, and out the patio doors, into the flower garden.

Relena reached the bottom of the stairs just as they entered the maze of flowers. “Oh, shoot, I could’ve sworn I heard Wuffie’s voice,” she pouted. Treize looked out of the window at the landing, facing the garden. He easily spotted the boys making their way through the flower maze. He smiled. ‘Thank goodness she didn’t think to look out here.’ he thought. He walked down the remaining stairs. “Looks like to me you scared them away, Relena. I guess you’ll get to have fun with Heero—if you can find him.” He chuckled. Relena stomped the heel of her pink thigh-high boot onto the floor. “Aw, pooh, and here I had this cute pink g-string for him. I wanted to see how he looked in it.” She held the scrap of cloth up to show Treize. It was a bubble gum pink with sequins along the waist band. Treize inwardly cringed. ‘Damn, I see why the poor boy ran away now.’ He thought. “I wanted to do this cabana-boy role play and have him serve me outside since it’s such a nice day today.” Relena said. “Oh, well I guess I’ll go look for my dear brother. Where is he?” “I think he’s in punishing room, seeing about Hilde. I think you know where that is.” Treize said, pointing out towards the front door. “Pagan can take you there in the cart.” “Thanks, Treize.” Relena ran out the front door, to look for the old man.

The boys made their way through the flower maze without any trouble; they were there long enough to know the path by heart. Plus, if one were to pay attention, they would notice that the flowers lightened up as they approached the end. The maze consisted of a thick hedge brush, entwined with roses of different types and colors. They started off with black roses, then going through the spectrum of the all the colors they can possibly grow in, gradually lightened up to white roses. At the end of the maze was a low brick wall, and there were small openings to allow people through. After that was another hedge waist-high made in the same manner as the brick wall. Beyond that was the vast pavilion. It surrounded a huge courtyard with special gallows and stocks that contained slaves who were on punishment. The pavilion had shops, bars, and even restaurants. There were only three exits to the courtyard—the way from which they came, a northern entrance, and an eastern entrance. There was a bustle of people there today, people who were shopping for souvenirs, costumes for role-play and leather, and BDSM toys and equipment as well. Some people had rented slaves for their personal use, and had they were carrying packages for them. Or, if they so chose, the guests could go out into the courtyard and mess with the punished slaves to test out their newly-purchased toys. This is where the boys spotted Hilde, their former suite mate who had gotten in trouble. She was locked in a stockade closest to the hedges the boys came out of.

“Hey, look who it is, fellas,” Quatre smiled, “It’s that fish slut, Hilde. She’s stuck in the stocks.” The others looked over to where Quatre directed. She was on the end of the first row of stocks, so she saw them coming out of the corner of her eye. Hilde turned her head to the right as far as the arcane device would allow. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the ‘princes’ of the estate,” she snarled. She was standing on her feet, but she got on her knees on a small wooden crate so she could make her head level to talk to them. The guys walked up to her and smiled. “Hey, Hilde, how’s it hangin’?” Heero said. “Still in hot water, I see.”
Hilde spat at his feet. “Fuck you, Yuy. I know it was you fags who turned me in.” she snarled. “Why, my dear Hilde, whatever do you mean?” he smirked.

Hilde was one of Treize’s top five. Every now and then, a female did get a chance to live in the mansion itself. Hilde had been there for a long time. That is, until Treize found the four boys. The other four guys that were there with her were at least bisexual, so she had a chance to screw someone in the suite. They were eventually either weeded out, demoted, or their contract expired as the current four came in. Every now and then she slept with Treize, and once all the boys were there it was apparent what he really preferred. She was still highly requested by his business clients, and she was considered one of the best girls in the top twenty. But as most popular people get even more well-known, they also get big-headed. She sometimes went down to the lower-ranking slaves’ quarters and rubbed her good fortune in to the others.

She also sometimes used drugs heavily as well, especially whenever she was rented by Treize’s much-older clients, clients old enough to be her (great) grandfather, which grossed her out completely. She needed the drugs to forget that she was fucking a Methuselah. Hilde was also making side business deals, so she could have a jump on seriously stacking her cash whenever her contract was up(she signed up for four years to get the max amount one could possibly get for signing up with Treize—two million dollars). This was a big no-no in Treize’s book; why do business deals if you couldn’t really spend it until your contract was finished? She really didn’t get along well with the boys. She was constantly getting into arguments with them. They really captured Treize’s attention, and some nights she could hear their shouts and moans from their master’s room. He never asked her to be in the orgies with them; he excluded her. It was also obvious what they preferred as well, since that was how they were trained, for male/male pleasure only. When they had started to notice how Hilde was acting, and her dramatic weight-loss, as well as over-hearing her business deals over the phone, they turned her in to Treize(anonymously, of course). But it didn’t take much for her to put two-and-two together…who else was around her but the boys? So one night about five months ago, Treize sent in security guards to remove her from the suite and down to the estate’s private detox center, and from there, to the detainment complex. For sentencing, Treize(he’s also the judge, and his trainers the jurors) demoted her status, as well as reduced her pay once her contract was over(instead of getting the full two million for four years, she was only getting a hundred thousand dollars), and he talked to all the people she made deals with on the outside and voided them.

So now all she was good for was public display for humiliation, chores around the estate, and to be the security guards’ plaything whenever they wanted her. She pretty much had become the lowest of the low as far as slaves were concerned. Her contract was about to be finished in eight months at the time she was exposed, but her contract was lengthened so she could be subjected to a full year of humiliation, degradation, and just plain being shitted upon. Now she had a full six months left before she was to be released out into the real world with 2 ½ times less than what she would’ve earned. There were others out there in the courtyard for punishment as well, but they were nowhere near in as much trouble as she was. She was the first in a decade to pull the stunt she did. And now here she was, in the stocks with her former suitemates standing around her, with jokes at her expense.

Hilde noticed Quatre’s outfit. She outwardly curled her lips in a nasty snarl as she eyed how perfectly coordinated he was. ‘Damn, he looks even better than me in a fuckin’ dress!!’ she thought sourly. “Why Quatre, honey, if you were really meant to wear a dress, God would’ve gave you a slit instead of a dick, dear,” she said, feigning sweetness. Quatre’s mouth dropped slightly in shock, and then he composed himself. “And Hilde dear, if you weren’t trying to be the money-grubbing slut you really are, you wouldn’t be in the fix your fish-smelling ass is in,” he smiled in return. The others laughed at his witty retort. Wufei leaned in close and sniffed the air around her. “I believe you’re right, Quat, she does smell like fish! Looks like the guards ran a train on you again and didn’t rinse her out!” he said, fanning his nose. “Whew!!” he exclaimed. Hilde’s face turned red from anger. The bad part was that Wufei’s comment was true. She growled and struggled in her bonds in the stockade. “Fuck you! If I weren’t I this thing, I’d slap those smiles off your faces!” Then she realized something—they had come out of the maze in a hurry. Which meant only one thing…they were running from Relena again. She settled down and smiled. “Running from Relena again, are we?” The boys stiffened. ‘Uh, huh, I knew it,’ she thought smugly. “Still trying to avoid having your precious sausage from being consumed by fish, are we, Yuy?” she laughed. Heero blushed slightly from her biting comment. She had hit the nail on the head. Trowa shook his head from listening to the entire conversation. “Look guys, we need to get outta here, she might check the pavilion next.” No sooner had he said those words, Hilde saw that Relena did indeed walk into the pavilion’s eastern entrance. ‘Hmm, speak of the devil,’ she thought. “Well, well, speaking of which, there’s her royal pinkness now,” she said with a glint in her eyes. The boys started searching wildly around them. “Where?! Where is she?” Heero said. Hilde pointed her left index finger in the direction she saw the woman, why, over there, just in the East entrance. Do you want her to come over?” Trowa knew what the girl meant. “You wouldn’t fucking dare,” he said, walking up to the girl. His crotch was about three feet from her face, and he looked down at her menacingly. Hilde laughed. “Oh, yes the fuck I would. In fact, I think I’ll call her right now…”
Wufei was looking panicky. “No, don’t---“ Hilde inhaled a deep breath and she get it go--- “REEEEELLEEEEENNNNAAA!!!! HEY, RELENA, THEY’RE OVER HERE!!!! YOOOO HOOOO!!!!! HEY GIRL, HERE’S YOUR DARLING HEERO!!! THE BOYS ARE HERE, TOO!”

At the mention of Heero’s name, Relena turned her head in the direction from which it came. Everyone else in the pavilion was also wondering where the bellowing was coming from. She soon spotted the boy. “Heero, there you are, honey!!!” she beamed. They all saw a pink outfit bounding in their direction. Quatre’s mouth dropped, and he looked over to Hilde, who had a smug look on her face. Besides, what did she have to lose? “You malicious little bitch,” he said through gritted teeth, “Now we’re in for it!” Hilde tried to shrug as best as she could in her stockade. “Hey, no need to thank me, boys. You guys need to have some fun in your life.” The boys took off for the northern entrance. “You boys have nice day, now” she laughed waving as they ran away just ahead of Relena.