“He knows where they are. Can bring you right to them,” Sacrim stated, and looked upset.
“He can give us direction and we will find it. We don’t want to place him in any danger,” Quantico said to him.
“The woman is hurt. Said she looks bad and knowing that she is friend of Kendra, he wants to make sure you don’t get lost or get killed. He spotted a man, armed, hiding along the path a good thirty miles before where the two men are keeping your woman. It’s tricky the trails to the hut they are in. You’ll want to be quiet, and Grever has eyes on the shooter,” Sacrim said.
“So he’s certain there’s only one man armed and ready?” Quantico asked him.
“Yes, it’s all clear otherwise. It’s a remote part of the land up there. No power, no resources. So probably temporary shelter, maybe a day or two tops before they would have to move on.”
“Okay. How long will it take to get there?”
“Three hours.”
“Shit, it’s getting dark,” Cole said.
“He knows the way even in the dark. No one will see you coming. We can locate the gunman and you can take him out quietly,” Sacrim said.
“What do you think, J.T.? This is your operation,” Quantico said.
“You need to ask? We’re the best of the best, who needs fucking light, we got Grever,” he said, and they chuckled.
“Let’s get ready then,” Quantico said, and Sacrim nodded.
* * * *
They clasped a long rope around her waist so she couldn’t escape. The farthest she could go was to the bathroom, and the kitchen. It burned and chaffed her skin, causing redness and irritation, but they didn’t try to force themselves on her. She rested, needing to gather her energy. The drugs made her weak, and the lack of food didn’t help. They ate a lot, but fed her very little and gave her water. That was it. They wanted her weak, and another week of this and she wouldn’t have any muscles to defend herself with. That was what these two men wanted. They talked about the place they were heading next. An estate, running water, nice amenities, and how they would train her to be obedient.
Cashmere whispered to her when she rested about the toys he had, and the games they would play. He was a sicko, and the second she had a chance, she would kill him before he touched her again. His strokes to her breasts and even lower was hard to ignore as she pretended sleep. Anger pooled in her belly and she made a plan. With the lead of the rope, when the opportunity presented itself, she would gather enough up to quickly wrap around his neck, and strangle him. By the time Otis tried to stop her, Cashmere should be just about dead, or so weak he would be of no use to Otis, whom she would fight with whatever strength she had left.
She lay here now in the darkness as they rested. She heard the footsteps, then felt the bed dip, and a hand slide along her hip and under her shirt. Cashmere cupped her breasts and she tightened up, held her breath, and waited to strike.
“We’re wasting so much time. I think you need to begin your training,” he whispered and kissed her bare shoulder, then lower as she slowly pulled the rope upward, giving her more lead as she prepared to make her move. When his tongue licked along her skin nearly over her breast, she couldn’t wait. His fingers slid from her breast and went to her mound, under the panties, and she clenched her teeth, roared, and turned, wrapping the rope around his neck once, then twice as he raised his arms up. But it was too late, she had her hold and pulled tight, wrapped her legs around his waist and one of his arms, not letting go. She grunted and pushed all her strength and he gagged and banged against her, elbowed her hard in her side, but she wouldn’t release him.
“Let him go! Let him go!”
She felt the strike to her face from Ressling, but she wasn’t going to die. Not unless she took at least one of them with her to the grave.
She pulled and pulled. Screamed until she had no voice as Ressling continue to strike her, and tried to undo the rope around Cashmere’s neck, but couldn’t see fully in the dark. She heard the gurgling, and Cashmere’s hold on her weakened and then he fell back. She pulled away only for Ressling to strike her. She rolled away and kicked at him. Pushing over Cashmere’s dead body, landing on the hard concrete flooring. Her elbows cut, her shoulder still in deep pain from days before, and Ressling tackled her and shoved her against the doorframe. She tried scrambling away, but the lead in the rope snapped her back, and he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back toward him the rest of the way.
“You fucking bitch. You killed him!” he roared, and then straddled her body. “I should have done this days ago, you would have been weak and known who owned you now.”
He was going to rape her as she screamed and pushed up, then turned to the left fast, and elbowed him in the face just as he lowered down to try and mount her. He roared and she scrambled across the floor to the right, the lead not giving her enough room to get away. She was trapped, when she heard the gunshot. She cried out, covered her head, and then a serious of footsteps filled the small cottage as flashlights illuminated around her and she cried, curled up in a ball.
“Brazille, it’s us. We’re here, baby,” J.T. said and was on the floor next to her. Something was placed over her body as she shook and shivered.
“J.T.? Oh God,” she cried and scrambled up onto his lap and into his arms. He held her tight as the others gathered around her, too. Cole, Luke, and Farrow caressed her skin and spoke to her.
“Cut this off of her,” J.T. demanded.
“I got it,” Farrow said, and cut the rope around her waist.
“We found you, honey. It’s over. We’re going home. It’s over,” Cole said to her.
“They’re both dead,” someone said, and it sounded like Spartan.
She clenched her teeth closed and held onto J.T. and wouldn’t let go.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here. Now,” Luke said, and she didn’t look up or around her. She hung on tight and J.T. carried her through the darkness, her sniffles and whimpers were uncontrollable, and then the adrenaline released from her body and she didn’t wake up until the softness of a bed and J.T. letting her go startled her awake. She gripped him tight. “No. No, no, no.” She cried as he lowered with her, fully clothed and dressed in black camo.
“It’s okay. We’re safe now. We’re in a hotel,” he said to her.
She looked around her, and took in her surroundings. It was clean, large and everything was white and crisp. The sheer curtains by the window, music playing from outside, all her men in the room looking at her. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“We ordered food. You look like you haven’t eaten,” Luke said and reached over to stroke her thigh. She looked down and could see how thin she looked.
“They did that on purpose, to make me weak,” she said and sniffled.
Farrow kept his distance and looked so angry. Cole and Luke did, too, and she couldn’t sit up. She lay her head back down. “Don’t leave me.”
“No, baby, never again. Let’s get you cleaned up and showered. Spartan is getting clothes for you from the market. We’ll rest a few hours and then get the hell out of here,” J.T. told her, and caressed her cheek.
She looked at each of them. “Help me. Please. Help me get washed up and get their hands, their scents off of me, please,” she said and started to lift, but moaned.
“Easy, baby. Let us help,” Cole said, and he helped her to her feet, and they walked her to the bathroom.
* * * *
Farrow was biting the inside of his cheek as they each helped to undress Brazille and look over her injuries before Cole helped her shower. The deep, wide bruising along her shoulder and back was the worst, besides her cut lip and bruised cheekbone. There were finger marks on her inner thighs, and even on her breasts, but when they asked her if the men forced themselves on her she said she didn’t know. That she was drugged and out cold the first week, and they shot her up again when she fought back against Cashmere the first time.
“Well, he’s dead now. They both are,” Cole t
old her as he started the shower.
“I had no choice, Cole. I wouldn’t let them rape me,” She said to him as he held her against his body and got her under the spray of water. His brothers remained outside of the shower listening to her.
“You did good, baby. You fought hard,” Cole said, and began to wash her hair as she held onto the wall, ready to fall she was so weak. He could see she lost weight, and was battered and bruised, but alive.
“I killed him,” she said and shivered. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her shoulder.
“Cashmere?” he asked.
“I strangled him when he got onto the bed and cupped my breasts, and told me what he planned on doing to me. Night after night he did that. Told me about his sick fantasies and games. I couldn’t take it. I wanted to die, Cole. I was ready to die,” she said and cried. He hugged her tight and kissed her as he rocked her in his arms.
“You fought to get back to us, to give us time to find you, baby. We’ll never let you go. Never let you feel pain ever again. We love you, and you’re our world,” he said.
She reached back with her hand and cupped his cheek, then used her other hand to reach back, and held his hip as he squeezed her tight. “And I love you, too. Forever.”
Epilogue
“Hey, your phone is going off again. Don’t you want to talk to your friends?” J.T. asked her, caressing her hair from her cheeks.
She shook her head and then moved closer to him and felt Farrow’s palm slid along her belly to her breast. She tightened and then calmed her mind, and knew that it was Farrow and J.T. touching her, and Cole and Luke were by the side of the bed watching over them.
She slid her palm up J.T.’s chest. She snuggled closer, inhaled his cologne and then licked his skin.
“We need to see everyone soon, baby. They’re worried about you,” J.T, told her.
“Can’t we just stay in bed and make love?” she asked him.
“I’m fine with that,” Farrow said and squeezed her breast, and stroked his thumb over her nipple, making her pussy wet once again. She turned toward him, wincing at the pain in her shoulder. She saw that instant scowl on Farrow’s face.
“Seeing everyone will be a good thing. To get back into a routine again, too,” Luke added, joining them on the bed. Cole did, too.
“Making love, having you inside of me makes me feel safest,” she told them.
Farrow cupped her cheek, ran his thumb along her lip. “Now who is the one lusting for sex and avoiding conversation?” he teased.
She lowered her eyes, tears filled them. “I can’t yet, Farrow. Give me a little more time to see everyone. Tomorrow, okay?” she said, and he squinted at her.
“You know, I don’t appreciate being used just for sex,” he said to her as she slid her thigh over his waist and straddled his hips. She was above him now, running her palms along Farrow’s chest. He maneuvered sideways, holding her hips in place, and putting his legs over the side of the bed. Luke stepped in behind her, massaged her shoulders, and she closed her eyes and moaned.
“You love being used for your body, as well as those skills your whole team seem to share in common,” she said, and lifted up, aligned his cock with her pussy and slowly lowered down. The feel of Farrow’s thick, hard cock filling her cunt somehow eased the fear, the pain and memories of her abduction. Being connected like this. One like this made her feel safe and complete. J.T. leaned over and cupped her breast, then lowered to take the tip into his mouth. She moaned.
“I for one, don’t mind the tables being turned, and having our woman lust for us, for our cocks to fill her up,” Cole said, holding his cock in his hand as he stroked it, letting her know he wanted her mouth on him.
She immediately lowered down, and felt the fingers of lube slide into her asshole. Luke. She rocked her hips, and before she took Cole’s cock into her mouth, she absorbed the feel of all of them surrounding her, touching her, wanting her.
“From lust to love. You four are my everything, now and forever,” she said and lowered her mouth to Cole’s cock, and the lovemaking began. With every stroke, every touch, every kiss from their lips, she felt the fear, and the anxiety leave her body. The realization that she needed these men in her life, as part of her, and she would never let them go. Always keep them close and knowing that she loved them with all her heart and soul. Two years she waited to finally let go. Questioning whether these men only wanted sex from her and nothing more, and knowing she didn’t care either way because no one made her feel so deep, care so deeply, and then love so completely as Luke, Cole, Farrow, and J.T. do. No one.
“We love you, Brazille. Always. Always, baby,” J.T. told her and they all made love together, and with every stroke and thrust, every word of desire and love, their connection grew stronger.
So maybe their love story didn’t start off like most she had heard about, but she sure didn’t mind at all. In fact, maybe when she was all healed up, she’d remind them about how aroused and fired up they made her, when they showed up at her house, and fucked her against her car. There was something to say about lust before love, and as she rocked her hips, and bobbed her head up and down trying to satisfy Luke, Cole, and Farrow, while J.T. caressed her hair and suckled her breast, she felt content, and complete, and like nothing ever again would come in the way of loving her four soldiers, and letting them love her right back.
THE END
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