Make me Yours Evermore

by Cari Silverwood

  Then the rain began again. Overhead the steady patter became a low roar. A stray raindrop made it through the overhead foliage to spat onto my forehead.

  “It’s still there. Your nipple.” The smile was vicious. I should’ve thought him ridiculous. Stalking about in this storm darkened forest, circling me, naked, his dick half-erect with Andreas watching. A scene from a B-grade movie. Rain pouring down between us. Obscuring him.

  Then I saw myself through his eyes. Whipping a naked woman hanging from a tree was probably his ultimate turn-on. The leather cuffs squeezed along my wrists, getting wetter by the second, I blinked away the water. Cold. My nipples poked out, hard and also frigid and I shivered, feeling more rainwater run down my flanks.

  As it dribbled down my face I remembered why he’d gone missing. The crocodile.

  The stick flicked out again and pain striped my ass. Damn him, he was making this last.

  “The crocodile!” I said aloud.

  He said nothing, circling me, and Andreas prompted him for an answer.

  “It was a lizard. Probably. You saw a monitor lizard.”

  He hadn’t found it then? I twisted to follow him. Or was he messing with me? If I asked and he was, he’d mess with me again. My heart drummed. This wasn’t worth making a mistake over. In the shadows around us I imagined that the rain rattling the shrubs and palms was disguising the first move of a croc.

  “Are you sure?” I asked, as nonchalantly as I could.

  His smile mocked me.

  I waited. Waited. He striped my other breast and I spun on the leash as I tried to escape. My feet slipped on wet leaves.

  “Are you sure?”

  No answer.

  “Andreas?” I appealed. Apart from a quick glance at Chris he did nothing except to fold his arms. “Fuck you both.”

  More strikes from Chris left me bleeding from multiple scratches on my stomach, ass, and breasts. I danced away as much as I could. “He’s going to hurt me permanently, scar me,” I said to Andreas. “Do something!”

  He shrugged, a gleam in his eye as he surveyed me wriggling, exposed, being whipped. I shut my eyes a second, wincing at the four or five rapid hits on my back. I almost daren’t turn, but I did. The rivulets of rain stung as they meandered down me. Cool against the heat of the strikes.

  “You can’t.” I bit my lip, suppressing a gasp as Chris took the opportunity to stripe my breast.

  “I can. Andreas won’t listen to you. He knows you’re wrong and I’m right. I know what I’m doing.” He side stepped, going behind me. “Apologize to him.”

  Say I was sorry? Was that all it took? I wanted down from here. Away. If something lunged at us, I was trapped. They’d never get me down in time. I kept checking the periphery of my vision. I knew he saw what I did. After all, he was hitting me, crisscrossing me with pain, and I wasn’t watching him anymore. He knew, and he stopped awhile.

  “Worried, Kat? I told you there was no croc. It’s him that you should be worried about.” He flicked his gaze upward. I followed.

  Above me, two yards up, a snake coiled about a large branch, sinuously revolving around the tree, on his way down, toward me.

  “Shit,” I breathed, my throat stoppered suddenly with dryness. “Get me down.”

  “No,” he said quietly, dreadfully quietly. “Now.”

  Now what? I couldn’t think with that up there. And I still didn’t know if the croc really wasn’t anywhere near. If it was, I hoped it ate him first. The python flicked out its tongue, all pretty in its glossy green and lemon scales.

  “Please get me down.” I said in a hushed tone, hopefully loud enough for Chris to hear. I didn’t take my eyes off the snake. I knew they could strangle people, even crush your ribs if given a chance to wrap themselves around you.

  “Apologize.”

  My eyes were drying out from not blinking. Water hit my eyes… Yeah, except when the rain dripped straight into them. I shook my head, water went flying. My soaked hair whipped about my head, flailing into my neck.

  “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I –” What the hell had I done? “I’m sorry I cut him. Get me down!” The snake eyed me. Maybe it thought I looked tasty. I swear I could hear it slithering over the noise of the downpour pattering on the upper leaves of the trees.

  “Not yet. Andreas? Still want to? I’ll watch the snake.” Earlier, he’d taken my bikini bottoms, and now he tossed them to Andreas.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  Andreas had a gag fetish.

  Want to? Want to what? I had a good idea what he meant but couldn’t face it. When Andreas moved closer, I backed up a little, almost swinging off my wrists as my feet slipped forward again. With the rain running down him, sluicing off his muscles, he looked surreal, a man from a dream, or a nightmare.

  Snake. I looked up. The damn thing was watching us. Me. At least it had stopped moving.

  Andreas wrapped his arms around me from behind, burning to life all the tiny scratches. On the edge of my vision, something hit the ground and rolled a foot or two. A bottle? His wet cock slipped along my cleft, searching, prodding. I froze as he put his hand down there and guided the head to the right spot – the entrance to my other hole. My ass tightened instinctively.

  He wanted in. I didn’t but what could I do?

  “No,” I gasped. “No. Not there. Not after all that happened. Don’t. Please.”

  “Oh? All of what you just did makes me even more determined to fuck you there. Relax and let me in, babe. I chucked away the lube and the rain’s washing it off my dick real fast. Open up.”

  While I was concentrating on where his cock was going, he put the bikini bottoms across my mouth and gagged me.

  Relax? The burn as he tried to enter, as my anus dilated, had me grunting through the gag. I put my head down, going up on tiptoes in a futile effort to get away from the pain. But he kept pushing, moving himself into me as carefully as someone threading a needle with a damn tree trunk.

  I attempted to say I can’t but the gag turned my word to a guttural grunt.

  “Open, Kat. I’m going in there. I’m fucking your ass.”

  He hauled my hair back and whispered instructions to my ear that I barely processed. All my desperate thoughts were on where he was down below and how I wanted to stop him and couldn’t. Another quarter of an inch, another stretch. My protests became a constant whine.

  Chris laughed and I snapped my eyes open, watched him saunter up to me and slide his hand down my stomach until it cupped my pussy. “I’ll get her excited for you. Then she’ll let you in easier.”

  “Go ahead,” he rasped back. “She’s so tight right now I may have a permanently squashed dick.”

  “I guess we got her all worried. Hey, Kat?” He studied my eyes and I shook my head as much as Andreas’s grip allowed. I’d deny anything he suggested just on principle.

  At that he started to rub his fingers on my clit. I strived to calmly meet his eyes, to show nothing. His fingers strayed further and massaged over my pussy lips then found my clit again, circling, playing. Fuck him. He was torturing me by making me like it.

  “Would you spit on me again, Kat?” His eyebrows rose and fell. “I bet you would.”

  I grunted my disgust but, even so, the heat of pleasure stirred me.

  Chris. My tormentor. I jerked up my knee but he’d come in so close there wasn’t room for more than a deflected bump into the side of his thigh.

  He kissed me over the gag, softly, exploring my lips around the cloth. “I bet you hate the idea of me getting you off with my tongue.”

  My clit grew bigger, pulsing, making me want. My neck bowed back under pressure. As my resolve wavered, my eyes broke contact with his.

  Stupid sexual response. I wanted to head butt him. But couldn’t. My scalp stung from the fingers entangled in my hair. My neck muscles strained. My tongue strayed and brushed the inside of the gag. Yuck.

  “Do it. Lick her off. I want to feel her come while I’m inside her.” His cock
went subtly out then in again, slick, hot.

  No. No, no. Above, I wrapped my fingers around the leash, wanting him to stop, but also, abruptly, wanting him to go all the way in. By scalding, stinging, fractions of inches he was making that last part of me his.

  I squeaked and writhed a little, but my ass was pinned, my hands locked above. My body was theirs to toy with. Trapped.

  I felt myself open, and my next breath cut short as I processed the feel of him there. Every time I opened, he took advantage, shoving in like he knew I’d force him out again given the smallest chance.

  I half moaned, half gasped at the next intrusion. Push out turned into his cock sliding, slipping, thrusting, in. I twisted on the pivot of my overhead hands trying not to show my appreciation with more betraying noises. He could fuck me there, but he couldn’t make me –

  The snake! I looked up, only to have another thrust hit me and my eyelids slammed shut. If the snake was still there, I didn’t care anymore. I whimpered. Heat, pain, lust. All three built in my groin. A crazy, explosive mixture.

  “I think she’s liking it now anyway.” He nuzzled my neck, licking me then nuzzling me again with his nose. “You’re going to like this, girl. Chris punished you. This is just me, us, saying, mine, that you’re not getting away from us. Accept it.”

  I felt the trail of sensation down my front as Chris went to his knees, his big warm hands brushing my frozen nipples, my belly, my hips, then his mouth fastening onto my clit. And sucking.

  I arched involuntarily into that hotness, and Andreas pushed in. More of him. In. Me.

  “God, yes,” one of them said.

  Pleasure arose from all their touches, their forced entries into my body. Someone’s fingers wiggled into my pussy then worked up and down. Chris flicked the flat of his tongue on my clit before he began to suck rhythmically. I shuddered and arched, crying out as an orgasm burst through me. My legs quaked. Andreas grunted once and shoved his cock all the way in.

  He stalled there a second, with my ass spasming onto him, cursing like he wanted to hold himself back. When the sucking on my clit ceased, my climax wound down. Chris jammed his thigh between mine, spreading my legs.

  Lust flared back into being as his cock rammed into my pussy.

  Both of them were inside me. The stretch from their two cocks squeezing in was almost painful. I pried open my eyes. Chris glared down at me.

  “I wasn’t going to, but you’re like hot fucking catnip.” He bared his teeth as he alternated his thrusts with Andreas.

  A few seconds later, he picked my legs up, elbows under my knees, carrying some of my weight. They both fucked me. Full. Taken, thoroughly overcome with their possession, I swayed there, my body rocked to and fro by the force of their passion. Nothing I could do, no escape, even when it hurt enough to make me shriek into the gag. I saw only the insides of my eyelids, absorbed in the sensations, in the pain, in the rough, animalistic ritual of sex.

  Then I felt them strain and grunt as they came.

  One of them bit the join of shoulder and neck, the other my breasts in many places. Chris again. He dedicated an especially hard and brutal bite to one nipple. Exhausted, I whimpered and prayed he’d let go. A few seconds later, he did then he kissed the mark.

  We breathed raggedly together. Rain pattered onto leaves and dirt. Sweat, rain, and something warm that no doubt was cum, dribbled down my legs. They hugged me, still inside me, a part of me.

  After they withdrew and ungagged me, I could only hang there, spent and limp, heart thudding, waiting to be cared for and released, when they willed it. This act had seemed so final, momentous even. I wondered how I’d ever separate myself from them when they’d had me like this.

  Just as I thought them done, a hand arrived between my thighs, finger and thumb pincered onto my clit. Hypersensitive, I jerked my head up, trying to get myself free from the grip. Chris. He applied enough force to make me almost swing off my feet. His other hand, he anchored on one of my nipples, stretching, pulling my nipple out like it was rubber. I was forced to tiptoe a few inches toward him, and whimpered as he kissed me.

  “Let go!” I pleaded.

  “Uh-uh.”

  Then he simply observed me, his mouth straight, his eyes flickering as he checked my reactions. He twisted his fingers on my nipple and clit, smiling as I hissed at the pain. “One day, soon, you’ll submit to me, Kat. Of your own volition. On that day, I have plans for these. So you’ll never forget who owns you.”

  I closed my eyes in relief when he left me alone. Everywhere throbbed or hurt. The snake had stayed up in the tree, and no crocodile had arrived, but I had my own monsters here, with me, in the form of men.

  Chapter 21

  Andreas

  After taking Kat down, I cuddled her a while as Chris watched. He’d joined in for all of a minute before stepping back. The man needed to get more up close and personal with her at times other than kink and sex unless he only wanted to be her jailer. I’d have a talk with him later.

  The rain was no more than a fine drizzle. The storm clouds had passed to the west.

  I attempted carrying Kat back through the forest, but my arm gave out. The cut wouldn’t need much more than a bandage for a few days, but my left arm always had suffered from weakness now and then. Whacking it with a glass hadn’t helped. I set her on her feet, the bikini bottoms I’d retrieved from her mouth were balled in my hand. I could’ve given them back, tied up the bows at the side…but, no.

  She eyed me warily, not speaking. I guess us dominating the shit out of her had shut her down for once.

  Naked. With all those fine red scratches across her tits and belly, her back and thighs. Bite marks. One on her nipple – that’d be Chris. Having run her down and double penetrated her, Kat was even hotter to me than she’d been on the beach.

  I cleared my throat. “You left your mark.”

  “Yes. Like it?” He smiled as he too assessed her. “I do.”

  Kat looked away. We’d left her hands clipped together at her front. Such a pretty little captive. Mind explosion moment. How the fuck had I gotten to here? Admiring a woman who was… Who I’d… I lost momentum. Accept it. This is it. Enjoy.

  My balls tightened. My dick resurrected somewhat. I’d gone from wanting to carry her, to pitying her, to wanting to mark her body with more of that red.

  “Fuck, man, you’re corrupting me.” The rain had made his blond hair darker, though the shortness meant it stood up like some kid’s anime character. “You still look evil, even when wet. How do you do that?”

  He shrugged. “Practice. Want to make her walk faster? Here. I don’t think I can conceive of punishing her enough today. You hear that Kat? Today was like a fucking milestone in badness. If you wanted me angry, you got it. If you wanted me ever more determined to break you, you got that too.”

  Though she couldn’t have missed hearing that, she kept her head down and said nothing, did nothing except stare at the ground, as if she wanted it dead.

  He handed me the whippy branch he’d used earlier to make those scratches. I swished it, stared at her. Then I whacked it across her butt and smiled when she jumped and uttered a curse.

  “Take care, Kat. No swearing. Move.” I switched her again. She glared but turned and started walking.

  Wow. I glanced at the stick. Power. And in something so small.

  “Don’t get too wrapped up in causing her pain,” Chris said as he passed me. “That’s my job.”

  “The fuck it is.” I followed after that enticing, red-marked butt. He was right, though, it wasn’t the pain I liked, it was seeing how wrong she looked. Okay, wrong word, it was seeing her dirty. I liked the cum on her legs, the mess that we’d put on her. I liked the looks she’d given us that said, I don’t want this. I liked her, sometimes, not clean, defiled, violated, and I loved that I’d helped do it to her.

  I was as fucked up as Chris, maybe, just different.

  I remembered the list. This wasn’t that new. I always had
…dreamed.

  Chris stepped up the training after that. Determined not to let her have an opportunity to escape, he kept the order in place for her to kneel each night and, in that way, ask for punishment. Though she never, in words, asked for the ten strokes. He varied what he used on her, sometimes using an implement that barely seemed to sting. When she’d recovered from the last bruises, he went at her hard again. I could see it frustrated him that Kat still didn’t truly give in. He wanted her to beg, in words, to say sorry. And she didn’t.

  I think he wanted more from her than I understood.

  A week and a bit had passed. It’d been scary but fascinating to see the news reports on her going missing. Chris had been stunned but pleased when her car showed up near Alice Springs. Since then the investigations had been skewed by the assumptions she’d either been abducted there or somehow walked off into the scrub and died. How her car had gotten there, he wasn’t sure.

  Perhaps it was a car thief? I got the impression, he thought there was more to it than that. But I didn’t ask. Some things I didn’t want to know.

  Chris had more patience than me. He amped up the begging for pain so she had to wait with her head down and her ass in the air, or get more strokes. We started protocol for kneeling if one of us entered a room and also calling us both Sir. A cleaning regime was instigated, so that she had more to do, though supervising her was essential. A broomstick could be lethal if used well. We couldn’t trust her. Still.

  That baffled and, at times, infuriated Chris. I was sure he’d once told me that a good Dom rarely showed anger and never punished while angry. Maybe the rules were different with kidnappers?

  Mostly, she was good. Now, though, just now, I think she’d had a brain spasm.

  Sunset, and the deck was awash with faded colors in that in between phase. Chris had dropped his plate of food on the floor, and demanded Kat clean it up. She’d refused. I was still in shock. He’d stalked over to talk and something he’d said had sparked her off. She’d spit in his face. Again.