by Loki Renard
She gulped in agreement, even as her pussy clenched at the words. She was still riding the orgasmic wave of illicit excitement, and it left her wanting more. He’d torn away the very last semblances of propriety from her. He’d reduced her to a quivering cum-filled mess. Maybe it was the fact that she knew she was lucky to be alive, but the outrage she should have been feeling wasn’t anywhere near her radar. This was living as she had never lived before. This was rough and raw and so damn real.
“Her mouth is two thousand. Her pussy is five thousand. Her ass is ten.”
Lacey’s eyes went wide at the prices. Thousands? Surely she wasn’t worth that to any of them. Surely they’d refuse. Especially Chase. Dear, sweet knight in shining armor Chase. She couldn’t see him agreeing to something this debased.
They all nodded, except for Col, who just shrugged. “What does the money go toward?”
“Goes toward keeping her alive,” Rex said. “It’s going to cost a hell of a lot, and I reckon user pays is the best system.”
“Good,” Col said. “This way I don’t have to pay for her bullshit.”
She was actually grateful to him. Now she only had four cocks to worry about. God. Four cocks. This was not how she had anticipated this day going at all. Her pussy was tender and aching beneath Rex’s fingers even as he lowered her to the floor, taking the pressure off her pounded pussy. He kept his hand there though, rubbing her creamy slit in a way that made it impossible for her to think straight.
“What about machines?” Brian asked the question mildly.
The others laughed.
“Depends on the hole you take, you sick little fuck,” Rex chuckled. “Same price for your machines as for your dick.”
Machines? What the hell were they talking about?
“Put me down for two thousand,” Max said, stepping forward. “I want her mouth now.”
“Suck his cock,” Rex ordered, pushing her to her knees.
Propelled by a force much stronger than her, Lacey sank down, Rex’s cum still sliding out of her as Max pulled his thick, hard, uncut cock from his pants.
“That was hot,” he told her. “I want to see you take this.”
Lacey hesitated, a little spark of sense frantic in her mind. If she did this she’d be agreeing to their little scheme. She’d be agreeing to fuck for her life. That made her, what, a prostitute? No. Prostitutes got money for sex. She was getting protection. Still, it was a blatant transaction.
“I don’t have to do this. You already said you wouldn’t let me go, so you’re not going to kick me out if I say no.”
“You don’t have to agree to this,” Rex agreed. “I’m sure we can work out some other means of sharing you.”
“I can say no?”
“You can,” Rex confirmed.
“I mean, you can…” Max said hopefully. “But yes would be nice.”
Max was a behemoth. Big, muscled like a bull. In Venezuela she’d seen him go through three militia men, body armor absorbing their blows as he charged through them as if they weren’t even there. His cock was sized to suit, a big thick member that would fill her mouth to stretching if he were to push it past her lips.
Col snorted derisively. Chase was watching with an interested gaze. Brian had gone back to tapping furiously at the computer. Rex was behind her, hands on her shoulders. He wasn’t holding her down, he was just guiding her.
She let her gaze fall on the thick cock, her tongue extending just a little to lick around her lips. She was tempted to do this. Rex put his hand on the back of her head and urged her forward just a little, bringing her mouth to the tip of Max’s cock.
He let out a groan and she felt her pussy quiver in response. Max was fucking hot, and her well fucked pussy wasn’t entirely satisfied just yet. This was a kind of arousal she hadn’t felt before. She’d been horny, of course. She’d wanted to fuck. But usually once the act was over, she was done. Not now. Right now her body was humming with erotic energy, charged with the excitement of danger.
“Good girl,” Rex purred as he pushed her head forward, impaling her mouth on Max’s cock. She took several inches in one slow stroke that she did not control in the slightest. It was Rex who was in charge, easing her down on Max’s cock time and time again, pushing her head a little further forward every time, her lips and tongue enveloping the throbbing thick flesh.
She risked a glance at Chase, wondering if he was jealous. She saw pure lust on his handsome face. Of all the men she thought she’d fuck out of this unit, he was the one she’d thought she’d have. Instead, it was Rex’s cum dripping from her well used cunt, and Max’s cock in her mouth.
“Harder.”
Col growled the word. His eyes were narrowed, his teeth clenched. She could see a bulge in his pants. He was aroused, but he was angry. She felt a flutter low in her belly at his rage and wrapped her lips more tightly around Max’s cock, lapping her tongue under the head.
She flickered a wink at Col, whose eyes widened even as his lip curled in a sneer. He wanted her to be ashamed? Fuck him. She refused to be ashamed of herself. If this was the price of survival, she’d pay it.
Rex’s hands fell away as she drew her head back, licking lightly along the shaft of Max’s cock. She wrapped her lips tightly around the head, her eyes locked on Col. Fuck that guy. What a fucking asshole.
Was it possible to suck a cock for revenge? If so, she was doing it.
“Look at me,” Max said, grabbing her by the hair. He redirected her gaze to him. She looked up into his eyes, which were locked on her with masculine intensity. He put a second hand on her head, palming either side of her skull, keeping her completely under his control, looking only at him.
Now she wasn’t thinking about anything besides him. Now she was his. All his. First Rex, now Max. These men were claiming her completely, freeing her mind from the shackles of fear it had been constrained in for weeks and months. She had not felt one moment of lightness in all that time. The constant threat of danger and death had made it utterly impossible to relax, or to feel good. Doom had dogged her every step.
No longer. Max surged forward, she took his cock, and hope rose within her as he reminded her what she was in the simplest of ways: a woman, surrounded by men sworn to protect her. His lust ignited both the sparks of her desire, and the simple need to live, to survive, to be fully of the world. Every surge of his hard rod between her lips made her squirm and writhe, her well fucked pussy dripping Rex’s seed down her thighs and onto the floor beneath. She was a mess, a wanton, cum-smeared mess and she was about to receive even more.
Max growled and pumped harder, arching his back to thrust deeper. She didn’t think she could take his cock any further into her mouth, but as he shoved it to the back of her throat she swallowed and took him even deeper still.
“Fuck!” Max cried out, his cum shooting across her tongue and down her throat as her total submission triggered the most masculine of responses. He came with growls and shouts, his cock twitching and throbbing against her tongue. Shot after shot of his seed filled her mouth until finally his balls were empty and her mouth was full.
He pulled her up from the floor and kissed her passionately, their lips and tongues meeting, his cum shared between them. She felt his protection and his passion as his large arms wrapped around her and held her close, cradling her as if she was something special and precious.
“We’re definitely keeping this one,” he said to the others as she buried her face against his neck. “Hey, look at me, Lacey.”
She looked up into his face, not knowing what he wanted from her, or what to expect from him.
“You did fuck us over,” he said. “But I forgive you.”
“You do?” Tears filled her eyes. She couldn’t believe he was saying that.
“You changed our lives,” Max said. “But our lives were never our own anyway. We lived for our country until our country didn’t want us anymore. Now, maybe we’ll live for something else.”
He pushed
her hair out of her eyes and dropped another couple of kisses on her, one on her mouth, the other on her nose.
“You can’t forgive me that quickly,” she said, stunned.
“Sure I can,” Max said. “It’s up to me. I don’t hold grudges, Lacey. Besides, you’re going to have a hard enough time with the others. They’re not as forgiving as I am.”
“We’re not as crazy as you,” Chase snorted.
“We’re not as stupid,” Col growled from the rear.
She tried to turn to him to give him a piece of her mind, but Max caught her in a kiss, capturing her aggressive instincts. His arms wrapped around her and she sank against his hard body, her soft flesh yielding to him and his desire. Lacey had needed this so badly. For just one of them to forgive her, for just one man to show her genuine affection.
“Can I sleep in your bed?” She mumbled the question against his ear. Max was physically the largest of all the men. He could protect her if she needed it.
“No.” It was Chase who spoke. “You’re in my room tonight.”
“How much is she for the night, Rex?” Max asked the question over her head.
“The night? Twenty.”
Twenty thousand dollars! There was no way Chase was going to pay that. Even Max had gone for the two thousand dollar option.
Chase looked her dead in the eye. “Done.”
Chapter Nine
Chase
He wanted her. Alone. He wanted her the way he’d wanted her for years. Twenty thousand was nothing for that. He’d seen the way her eyes went wide every time Rex threw out a number, but they all had large amounts saved up from lucrative mercenary contracts. They all had nice houses, expensive cars, toys of all kinds, but at a certain point, there just weren’t enough things to spend money on.
Except Col. Col’s money seemed to be like water. The guy was always broke. Not that he’d care. He had about as much interest in Lacey as he had in a viper. That was a direct quote, one of many Col had shared on their way to the motel before they picked up Lacey.
Chase took her gently by the arm and drew her away from Max. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go.”
She went without resistance. As he led her away down the hall that went to their private rooms he noticed that she smelled of Rex and Max. She smelled used. Their tang hit his nostrils, made his blood rush. He didn’t mind sharing her. He was asking them all to put their lives on the line to protect her. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t possessive. He wanted to claim her for his own with every fiber of his being.
His room was the first on the left. He pushed the door open and took her in, his hand still wrapped around her upper arm. He didn’t know why he was keeping such a tight hold on her. It wasn’t as if she was going anywhere. It felt good to hold her though.
Once he had her safely alone in his room, he released her and pointed toward an open door situated to the right.
“Take a shower.”
“Oh. Yes. Please,” she said, brightening. “This has an en suite?”
“Uh huh. All the rooms do.”
“This is a really nice safe house,” she said, making casual conversation in an adorably awkward way. The blush on her cheeks told him she had no idea how to be around him after what she’d just done—and what he’d just seen done to her. “You’ve all got your own rooms and en suites and everything.”
He wasn’t really listening. He was watching her as she stepped into the bathroom.
“Leave the door open.”
She looked over her shoulder with a curious glance.
“I want to see you.”
She hesitated, but left the door open.
“Good girl.”
Lacey gave him a nervous smile. “I guess I should get used to this.”
“Probably,” Chase agreed. This was the first chance they’d really had to talk since she’d called him in a panic. It was a more stilted conversation than he’d imagined, but then again, nothing about the day had gone as he’d predicted.
“This is nice,” she said, looking around the small bathroom. It was alright. It wasn’t much, a shower and a basin and a toilet. Everything a man needed. And now everything she needed. “You have a towel?”
She’d just been held down and fucked in two of her sweet holes. She was naked from the waist down. He could see the sheen of cum and pussy juice on her thighs. Ravaged. The word thrust itself into his head.
“You don’t seem to object to any of this,” he noted. “And yeah, I’ve got towels.”
“I should be dead, Chase,” she said, stripping her top off over her head. “I’ve been held captive and tortured before. I’ve…” She trailed off. “What Rex and Max did hardly registers.”
He was simultaneously glad and sad. Glad that she was actually handling this situation, so far at least. Sad that she’d been conditioned to think that being held as the sex toy for five men who could trade her back and forth wasn’t so bad.
She turned the shower on and cast a little smile at him. “Were you expecting me to beg for mercy or something, Chase? I know I don’t deserve it.”
Fuck. He felt his heart crack. He was feeling more sorry for her than she was for herself. He stood there, arms folded over his chest as she got into the shower. Then he went and leaned against the frame of the bathroom door, watching as the water flowed over her body. She had a nice figure, full ass and thighs, feminine curves top and bottom. Everything where it should be. She took care of herself, physically at least.
“So what are you going to do to me?” She asked the question as she tossed her head back, letting the water pull her long dark hair away from her face in a beautiful cascade.
“I’m going to talk to you.”
“Talk?” She pulled her head back in surprise. “Twenty grand is a lot of talk, Chase.”
“I don’t care about the money.”
It was true. He didn’t. He also didn’t care about merely fucking her. He wanted to know her. Traditional maybe, but that’s the kind of guy he was.
“You’re sweet,” she said, flashing him a smile.
Sweet? Maybe. Cautious, definitely. Especially when it came to her. Lacey had been on his mind for a long time. Now he had her, he wasn’t in any rush. Even if Max and Rex were. Even if she was. They were still essentially strangers.
“You have no idea how good it feels to take a shower and not be scared that someone’s going to come for me,” she said, lathering soap over her skin. “It’s been a while since I got to feel safe.”
He allowed himself a smile. She felt safe with them. In spite of the fact that she’d spent the day being abducted and fucked, she trusted them to keep her alive—and do a lot more besides.
This was more complicated than he wanted it to be. If they’d met under other circumstances, he could see himself dating someone like Lacey, but neither of their lives were conducive to dating. So this was it. This was how it was happening.
“I’m going to need the morning-after pill,” she said as she turned the shower off. “Rex might not care about birth control, but I’m not having a baby while the government wants me dead.”
She was so matter of fact about it. It almost made him sad.
“You and Rex. Are you okay after…”
“Yeah,” she said with an embarrassed smile. “I probably shouldn’t be, but… I don’t know. I…”
She looked down at her toes as Chase wrapped a towel around her. “It’s alright to enjoy it,” he murmured in her ear. “It doesn’t make you a bad person.”
“It doesn’t make me any worse than what you already think I am,” she said with a little shrug as she pulled away from him. He let her go. This situation was complicated in so many ways and it had escalated in a matter of hours in a completely unpredictable way. A concrete assassination attempt, Rex’s declaration of ownership, everything. It was a lot for him. And if it was lot for him, he knew it was probably too much for her.
“Well, there’s one thing you don’t need to worry about. Rex had
a vasectomy years ago.”
“Oh. Okay. Cool. Then I’m gonna need an STD panel.”
“We’re clean,” Chase reassured her. “We take regular tests.”
“Because of the gangbangs you regularly have?” She gave him a cheeky little grin.
“Because we got into the habit early on when we were still in the military. Doesn’t work if someone’s dripping from their dick during a mission.”
“Well, I’m clean,” she said. “I haven’t had sex since… well, a while. And I got tested after Venezuela. Several times.”
He winced internally at what must have been the reason for that.
“You know what happened to us after Venezuela, but we never talked about what happened to you. Not about what happened there, or what happened since.”
“I don’t talk about what happened there,” she said. Her dark hair had a slight wave now that it was wet. It hung forward over her head as she lowered it. “It’s best not to.”
He felt a tightening in his chest, an anger that had to be restrained. “Okay,” he said. “Get dried off and get into bed.”
“Yessir,” she beamed with an arch little wink—perhaps a little too arch.
She probably thought he was intending on having sex with her. The truth was she’d already been fucked enough for one day. He wanted her in bed because he didn’t have any clothes for her and he wanted her to be warm. While she did as she was told, snuggling underneath the covers, he went to the kitchen.
She needed food. He needed food. It had been a long, stressful day and the basics needed to be dealt with. Chase got started fixing something to eat, putting a pot of water on to boil.
“What are you doing?” Col perked up from the couch.
“Making food.”
Col scowled. “You’ve left her alone? She could run away!”
“We have sensors that tell us if a fly farts,” Chase said. “She’s butt naked in bed. She’s not going anywhere. Besides, what do you care, Col? It’d make your life easier if she did run off into the woods.”
