by Terry Towers
The other men had left me completely alone since the auction, looking at me long enough to pass me my food and retrieve the trays. It was like I didn’t exist in their eyes, which made staying there less stressful so instead of my mind focusing on survival and escape, I spent most of my time thinking about Lance and being with him. I wasn’t about to let him leave tomorrow without being with him one more time.
“I think I’ll have to do something,” he argued, heat flaring up into his blue eyes, reaching down to me and urging me up to him.
Straddling his waist, I placed a hand on either side of his chest, bracing my weight up and lashing my tongue along his lower lip. His cock slipped between my legs, teasing my wet slit, urging me to take him in, but I denied the urge for the moment.
“Tease,” he growled, slipping a hand to the back of my head and forcing my lips down to his as his free hand slipped between my legs and cupped my mound. I ground against his hand as I nipped playfully at his lower lip before giving in to him. “You don’t have to do this, you know?”
The words came out between kisses and were so low, I wasn’t sure I’d heard correctly. “Excuse me?” My brow furrowed as I sat up on him, his cock peeping out between my legs.
“You don’t owe me anything, Gwen.”
A wave of fury raced through me. How dare he! “Is that what you think? This is… what? A thank you fuck? Have you been so removed from normal relationships that you can’t tell the difference anymore?” I attempted to remove myself from him, but he grabbed hold of my hips and settled me back down to him.
I stared down into his eyes, mine full of fury, his with confusion. I could see the struggle going on within him. “I just want to make sure that I’m not reading this wrong, Gwen. And to be honest, yes, I’ve been in this fucked-up world for so long I’m not sure I can tell the difference anymore.”
The fury within me simmered, pity replacing it. What does a person have to see and do to make it to the point that they can no longer properly recognize need and affection from another person? Surely he had affection for me, he’d saved me when he didn’t have to, he wouldn’t have risked himself for me if he didn’t.
I don’t deserve someone, his words spoken in one of our first days together rang out in my head. I didn’t believe he really felt that way, but what if he did? I leaned forward onto him, nuzzling the side of his neck.
“I don’t want you because I feel I owe you anything. I want you because you’re my light in a place where there isn’t a speck of it. I want you because if we were in another situation, like going to a college class together, I’d do my best to get a seat next to yours hoping you’d take notice of me.”
He smiled, brushing the side of my face with the back of his hand. “If you knew all there was to know about me, I think you’d feel differently, Gwen.”
“I know everything I need to.” Perhaps it was a naive statement. Maybe I should have heeded his warning, but I couldn’t; this was the man who protected me, saved me and gave some purpose to my existence here.
The apprehension and conflict fled from his eyes, replaced by a need so intense it left me momentarily breathless. I yelped as he slid a hand around the back of my neck and forced my lips to his as he slipped his free hand back down my waist and between my legs. Spreading my moist folds he thrust a couple of fingers in my core and began stroking my inner wall as I moaned against his lips while bucking against his hand.
The scent of his aftershave was intoxicating, wrapping me in its embrace, coaxing me closer. Pulling my lips from his I grazed them along the side of his neck and was rewarded by a low feral growl that sent a tremble through me. My lips ran a string of kisses back down his neck to his collarbone and further down to his chest. The need between my legs intensified as he stroked me in just the right spot to make my body hum.
“My god, you’re beautiful Gwen. You take my breath away just looking at you.” His fingers left my ready and willing pussy and both hands slid to my hips.
Looking up from his chest through lust-filled eyes my heart skipped a beat seeing the intensity in the way his eyes stared at me, like I was indeed the most exquisite thing in the universe. My face grew warm as a soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I knew my cheeks must be turning crimson.
“How can you say things like that and not realize how I feel for you?”
“Maybe I just need to hear you say it,” he countered.
“You consume every part of me.”
His eyes grew dark, his body tensing under me. “That’s a dangerous thing to say, baby.”
I touched the side of his normally clean-shaven face, where stubble was beginning to form. “I’m yours.”
Keeping his eyes locked to mine, he positioned his rock solid shaft at my entrance and pulled me down onto him. I closed my eyes and placed my forehead to his shoulder as a shudder rocked through my body as his magnificent shaft stretched me to capacity, claiming my body as his. I remained seated on him with my head to his shoulder, savouring the feel of him embedded in me to the hilt.
“Tell me again,” he growled.
“I’m all yours.” I lifted my eyes to his. “All of me is for you.” He opened his mouth to respond, but I began to move on him, cutting off anything he was about to say. His fingers slipped up my sides to cup my breasts, his fingers teasing the nipples, turning them into hardened peaks, and sending spikes of pleasure through me to intensify the pulsing between my legs.
Sitting up on him, I began to move faster, pulling out until he barely breached me and then slamming back down, the head of his cock pressing in just the right spot to make me whimper and cry out with each downward thrust. He was so big and hard, filling me so completely it felt like he was going to split me in two at any moment, but God it was pleasure beyond anything I’d ever imagined before.
His hands slipped back down to my hips and he began to move with me, thrusting up into me as I slammed down onto him. Letting my head fall back, my blonde hair cascading down my back I moved faster, the urge to let go becoming unbearable; my body had become a giant coil about to snap. Lance’s left hand slid from my hip to my mound as all it took was a simple sweep of his thumb across my clit and I broke, my body trembling over him.
“Ohmygod, I don’t know if I can handle much more!” A part of me wanted to collapse onto him and attempt to clear the fog my climax brought me, but his cock was insistent and I found myself barrelling toward another climax at record speed.
“Hold on baby. Wait for me,” he commanded. My eyes flew open and our gazes locked. His eyes were so full of hunger I nearly toppled over the edge again. I clenched my pussy around him, milking him, begging him for his seed.
“It’s so hard. So good,” I gasped.
I lowered myself onto him, placing my hands on either side of his head, and bracing my weight up as I continued to grind on him. I was vaguely aware of his hand fisting my hair and pulling my mouth down to his. The moment our lips found each other his cock flexed within me and I became undone, unable to wait another second for him. As my core trembled and clenched around him, I cried out, my head falling onto his shoulder. My climax sent him spiralling and he exploded within me, his groan deep and feral.
Feeling his eyes on me, I looked up and caught his gaze. I was left breathless looking down at him. He was so damned beautiful, even with the faint outlines of bruising on his jaw. At that point in my life he was my everything.
He smiled up at me and brushed back a stray lock of hair that had fallen into my eyes, but there was sympathy in his gaze. “I don’t deserve for you to look at me like that.”
I crinkle my nose at him, confused. “Like what?”
“With such intense affection in your eyes, as if I’m the most incredible man in the world.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Yea, yea. I know. You’re not worthy. If I knew all there was to know about you I’d think you were some sort of monster. I think you’ve mentioned that before.”
“Because it’s true.”
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“I don’t believe you and even if I did I wouldn’t care. All I see is beauty and compassion and a man who will do anything to protect me.”
“I took your life from you.”
I shook my head. He may have been part of the organization that had taken me, but he hadn’t. “No. You saved me.”
While a smile spread across his lips I saw a flicker of sadness and regret in his eyes. I didn’t dwell on it. I wouldn’t. I needed to believe he was my hero, my guardian angel. I needed to feel that as much as I needed my next breath.
Chapter 14
“Damn Jenny, you’re going to have us all punished!” Becca hissed at the redhead who was on yet another rampage. The only time she wasn’t screaming obscenities was when she was either drugged, gagged or passed out from an intense session.
“Bring it on bitches!” Jenny shrieked, thrusting her hands into her long red curls, which were becoming snarled over the past week of not having a comb to run through them.
“Fucking psycho,” Becca growled, flopping onto her cot.
I let my head fall back against the brick wall and closed my eyes trying to block out the chaos. I’d been escaping into my mind a lot lately, especially now that I didn’t have Lance’s visits to look forward to; it passed the time and made life here more bearable. I had two main focuses lately – Lance and my ponderings on how my cheerleading team was doing. I would go through cheer routines in my head; if I tried really hard I could feel myself being thrown in the air and relive the feeling of tumbling backwards into the awaiting arms of my teammates.
The voices of my arguing cellmates quieted and I heard a shuffling of feet. My eyes sprang open at the sound of the lock disengaging in the dungeon door. I quickly looked around me to see all the women, even Jenny were in position, on the cot, eyes downward. Despite Connor’s promise to have me, so far, he hadn’t followed through, but Lance had only been gone for a day or so. A day or two left to go.
Part of the reason may have had to do with the fact that the two men Lance referred to as “his men” checked on me regularly. They never said a word, but would walk in, eye me, nod and leave without a word. It made me wonder why Lance had his own guys. Something didn’t quite fit right. His men would sometimes work guard duty, but never got involved with any of the training; it was odd.
The door flung open, but this time it wasn’t Lance’s men, it was Tanner, followed by Jazz and Connor. Tanner was carrying two rifles while the other two each carried a girl over their shoulders. The women appeared to be passed out – much like I had been, I assumed. I couldn’t see their faces, but both had chestnut brown, shoulder-length hair, were Caucasian and wearing blue jeans and a tank top. Jazz deposited the girl he was carrying into a cage to the far left of me and Connor placed a girl in the far right cage, both on the opposite side of the hallway.
“Pencil-dick fuck,” Jenny spat under her breath as Connor walked by.
Connor stopped in front of her cell and turned to face her. “What was that, cunt? Got something to say?”
Jenny’s slender body tightened as she looked up and over at him, giving him a sadistic smile. “I said you’re a pencil-dicked fuck. You must have gotten laughed at a lot in high school.”
Ohmygod, here we go! Keys jangled and her door was swung open. As soon as the door opened she was on her feet and charging him. This wasn’t going to end well, I already knew how this was going to go down.
She didn’t make it past him. Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled her backwards and drug her to the cot. “You fucking whore. You must love being fucked. Is that it?” He tossed her to the cot on her stomach and was quickly on top of her, a knee jammed into the small of her back while a hand was surrounding her neck. His free hand quickly undid his jeans, freeing his cock. Tanner and Jazz did nothing, they simply stood next to the door waiting for Connor to finish up.
I closed my eyes as tight as I could and wished there were some way I could tune out the screams and grunts coming from behind me as Connor fucked Jenny. Why did Jenny keep bringing it on herself? It both made me sad and angered me. I couldn’t understand her reasoning. After what seemed like an eternity, but was more likely closer to five minutes Connor finished.
“I’m going to fucking kill you one day,” Jenny screamed. “I fucking promise.”
There was the sound of a struggle and clinking of metal on metal. She was being handcuffed and gagged – again. Despite knowing what was going on I couldn’t help but take a peek over my shoulder to confirm my suspicion.
Standing, Connor noticed my staring and walked over to the bars separating us. “Don’t worry, whore. I haven’t forgotten you.” The bastard gave me a wink and began to whistle as he left Jenny’s cell and locked it behind him. Moments later the trio of guards were gone and I was left trembling on my cot. I’d hoped Lance somehow had me protected, even while gone, but I thought I may have been wrong. Connor was coming for me.
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I was just beginning to dig into my slop that was considered food around here when the soft moaning of the new girl to the left of me drew my attention to her.
“She’s waking up,” I said to Becca.
“That one too,” Becca added, jerking her thumb toward the girl on the opposite end of the dungeon.
“Wh-where, where am I? I’m so thirsty,” the girl to my left muttered as she slowly sat up. After a minute she stood and her eyes began to widen as she surveyed her surroundings. I knew the look well, I could almost see that she was thinking the same things that had run through my mind – the same things that I imagine ran through most girls’ minds after being abducted and dumped off in this godforsaken place.
“You’ve been taken,” Becca spoke up.
“Taken? Where? By who? Ohmygod! Claire! Claire. Where’s my sister?” Her expression became frantic. “Where’s my sister? What did they do with her?” Her voice became a high-pitched scream, piercing my skull.
“She’s over there.” I pointed to the cage at the opposite end of the hallway.
“Where? I can’t see her!”
“Chloe?” A second identical voice to the new girl called out. When she walked to the front of the cage I saw the identical image to the first girl. They’d kidnapped identical twins.
Sadistic bastards must be proud of themselves, I seethed inwardly. The Boss must have a serious hard-on for what kind of cash two young, beautiful twins could bring in. One day I’d see that The Boss and all the rest of the savages would pay – for everything. I had no idea how, but I had lots of time to think and figure it out.
“Claire. Oh thank God, are you okay?”
“Where are we?”
Becca, myself and the other girls who were eating our dinner listened to the two women chatter, answering whatever questions we could for them. I glanced over at Jenny, who was sound asleep with the ball gag still in her mouth oblivious to everything around her, which seemed to be her normal state of being since arriving here – that is, when she wasn’t ranting as if begging to be punished.
“What are they going to do with us?” I glanced over at Chloe and grimaced.
“You’ll be sold,” Becca, the woman of brutal truth supplied, before I could formulate an answer that wouldn’t cause her brown eyes to break down in a fit of tears or turn her into a state of hysteria.
“What do you mean?”
We could hear the voices of our captors and all quickly placed our trays at the fronts of our cages and slipped onto our cots, manning the position.
“What’s going on?” Chloe asked.
“Why are you all being quiet?” Claire asked.
“Shhhh. Be quiet,” Becca hissed, looking from one girl to the other. “Get on your cots and shut up.” Neither girl paid any mind to her warnings, remaining rooted in the spots at the fronts of their cells.
The door unlocked and swung open; Tanner, followed by Jazz and Connor entered. While Jazz and Connor began gathering the food trays, Tanner made his way over to Claire and gave her the i
ntro speech. While my reaction to the speech had been silence and Jenny’s had been aggression, Claire and Chloe’s was more what you would expect from someone in their situation. They pled for each other’s lives, begging to be let go, tried to reason with him. They went through the string of appeals until they were on their knees on the concrete, tears streaming down their cheeks.
By the time Tanner was finished with his spiel, Connor and Jazz were back from tray duty. As Tanner removed Chloe from her cage, Jazz removed Claire. The girls fought like little wildcats and I silently cheered them on even though I knew what would happen to them for their defiance. I could already feel their pain; my jaw ached as a reminder of the blow I’d received in the doctor’s office on my first day.
The ruckus caused by the twins roused Jenny from her slumber. Jenny was immediately alert and pounding against the bars of her cell, making grunting noises around the ball gag in her mouth. While Jenny’s noisemaking would normally bring about punishment, the three men had their hands full with the struggling twins.
One of the two managed to break free of Jazz’s grasp and lunged for Connor, jumping onto his back and pummeling the back of his head with her small fists. Connor released the twin he was holding and fell backward into the cell behind him, crushing the twin on his back. She grunted and released her hold on him, tumbling to the ground. The twin who was released raced to the doorway and was almost out by the time she was tackled to the ground by Jazz.
And it was over. The hands of the twins were quickly bound behind their backs and they were escorted out.
“Show’s over ladies,” Tanner announced, ushering the girls from the dungeon. The women left with innocence and spirit. I suspected when they returned they would have a whole different perspective on life.
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“I told you I wouldn’t forget about you, whore.” Connor’s low, gravelly voice in my ear pulled me from a deep sleep to find a hand firmly over my mouth and his body pressed down on top of me. I attempted to push him off, but he easily overpowered me.
