by Loki Renard
Brian stood proudly next to her as she moaned and writhed, the dildo making obscene wet sounds as it slid in and out of her sex.
“We can use this as often as we need to,” he said, speaking to the others more than to her. “And we can have different attachments, one for her ass as well as her pussy, a tickler for her clit. I could even adjust it for a spanking machine…”
“What the fuck is going on?”
Col’s growl interrupted Brian’s speech, but not the machine that kept squeaking away, shafting her pussy with steady strokes.
Through her desperate moans Lacey noticed that he looked like shit. His eyes were both black and puffy underneath as he stared at her and the sex machine.
“She’s been here one day and we’re making fuck toy contraptions?” He snorted. “Jesus.”
“Brian’s making them,” Rex said. “He outsourced his cock.”
Col made a grunting noise and poured himself some coffee.
“And I can turn it up,” Brian said, twisting a dial held in his hand. Lacey let out a squeak as the frequency doubled, the dildo finding her pussy twice as fast, diving in and out of her wet lips over and over as she shook and moaned.
“It’s too much!” She pulled off the toy cock, her thighs shaking as she collapsed onto the floor. It was so fucking intense and she hadn’t even come yet. Just taking that level of stimulation had pushed her body into a state of arousal that made every muscle feel weak. Her pussy was on fire, her clit yearning for touch, but all she could do was kneel there for the moment and breathe deeply.
“Are you alright?” Brian crouched down next to her and pulled her hair away from her face so he could see her. She looked into his handsome face and nodded.
“Uhm mhm, it’s just really intense…”
He smiled and she felt her stomach quiver. Goddamn. He was hot, and kind of twisted, which only made him more attractive in her eyes.
“I can slow it back down,” he said. “Do you want to get back on?”
“No,” Rex intervened. “I want back inside her.”
Brian backed away and Lacey bit her lower lip but stayed in position as the older man approached her, knelt down behind her on the floor, and pushed his cock into her pussy without any ceremony at all. In seconds he had pushed her further down into a prone position and was fucking her against the carpet. She moaned, spreading her legs, her clit grinding against the floor as Rex slammed her pussy, his hot bare cock feeling a hundred times better than the sterile machine, which couldn’t growl against the back of her neck, or reach beneath her and grab her breasts, pinching her nipples as he rode her to orgasm.
Rex did all those things and more, his sexual dominance complete as he fucked her roughly, her amply lubricated slit taking every primal thrust. All thoughts were driven from her head as she was taken there on the floor, her pussy put to hard use yet again. Somewhere in the midst of his erotic onslaught, she was finally triggered into release by the pulsing and throbbing that accompanied his orgasm.
“Ohhhh, my god! My god!” She gasped and moaned as she came violently beneath Rex, her pussy flooded with his cum for a second time. God, she hoped that vasectomy would hold. He thrust his seed deep inside her several times over, making sure her cunt was good and bathed in it before pulling out and standing up.
“M’lady,” he said in mock gentlemanly tones as he bent down and offered her his hand to help her stand up. Lacey’s legs were trembling as she got to her feet. Every hour with these men seemed to bring some new and even more intense sexual perversion. She leaned against Rex for a moment as she got her breath and strength back. She was covered in his cum again, his hot seed making her inner thighs sticky and messy. He had left her in a complete state of shameful sexual conquest. When she looked down she could see pressure marks from the carpet around her nipples where she’d been pushed with each of his rough thrusts. He’d used her and used her well, there was no doubt about that.
“So this is going to be it, huh. Sex until the bad people forget about me?”
“You wish,” Rex said, slapping her bare ass. “You’re going to work around here too. Go get some breakfast and clean up the dishes when you’re done.”
Breakfast. That actually sounded good. But she needed to clean herself up before she cleaned any dishes. She could smell his scent all over her, mingling with Max’s musk.
She’d had two men and a machine before breakfast.
It was twisted. It was wrong. It was so fucking hot.
She excused herself to the bathroom and cleaned up a little, running a warm cloth across her ravaged pussy. It was sensitive to the touch. Sore, but not in a bad way. As she looked at herself in the mirror, Lacey wondered what was happening to her. If anyone had told her she’d willingly give herself to five men to just fuck her as they pleased, she would have… well, she probably would have tried to interview them for their no doubt bizarre story.
It’s survival, she told herself. You’re doing this to live.
But it was more than that. Rex hadn’t forced anything. What he’d done was given her an excuse to be as open to sex as she was to life. In any other circumstances, allowing this many men access would have made her judge herself too harshly to enjoy any of it. She’d have been worried about being thought of as a slut. She would have been thinking how to spin it into her next exposé. She would never have been able to surrender to her own desires and just let these powerful, brutally smart men take her body as nature had intended it to be taken.
She’d once read there was evidence that ancient humans had reproduced in orgiastic styles. There was a book that posited that gangbangs were how nature had intended humans to be intimate. Something about penises being designed to scoop other semen out of the vagina they were fucking and embed their own as deeply as possible. She couldn’t remember all the details, but right now she felt a flush of sexual satisfaction she had never felt after being with just one man. Maybe there was something to that author’s theory.
Maybe… she smiled to herself. Maybe she could just regard all of this as research. And maybe, one day, a long time from now, she could tell the tale of what was being done to her without the guys all freaking out and feeling betrayed. Nobody could fire them now, after all.
“Good one,” she muttered to herself. “You can’t ruin their lives because you already ruined their lives.”
Guilt made an unwelcome return. This sex was supposed to be a punishment. She knew that even though they hadn’t exactly been punishing about it. If they wanted to hurt her, they could. There would be no stopping them.
“Satisfied?” Chase murmured the question in her ear as she went to the kitchen and made some toast for herself. He was behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, the stubble around his chin grazing her shoulder and neck.
The answer was no. She wasn’t satisfied because she had wanted him. Sex with Rex and Max was hot. The machine had been an interesting experience too, but there was something inside her that called to Chase, and he wasn’t answering.
“Why won’t you fuck me?”
“It hasn’t even been a day,” Chase reminded her. “I take my time. Does that make sense?”
She bit her lower lip. “Ordinarily, yeah. But when every dick in this domicile is coming for me except yours, it feels weird.”
“I’m in this for more than my dick,” Chase said, rubbing her shoulders. “You want a shirt or something?”
She’d kind of stopped noticing that she was naked. How weird that she’d cleaned herself and not even bothered to try to put anything on.
“Um, yes, please,” she said as a sudden blush made its way over her body and face. “Some clothes would be good.”
“I’ll get you a t-shirt,” he said. “Keep you easy access.”
She blushed and glanced in his direction. “Easy access for you?”
He smirked and swatted her butt. “Greedy girl,” he murmured. “You’ve been fucked how many times this morning already?”
“Not en
ough, apparently.”
“I don’t think there’s ever going to be an enough where you’re concerned, Lacey,” Chase smiled. “Get something to eat. I’ll get you that shirt.”
Chapter Thirteen
Chase
Jogging through the forest gave Chase a much needed chance to think. It also gave him a chance to hang with Col a bit. The last twenty-four hours had been pretty hard on them all in various ways, and though he and Col were on the opposite sides of the spectrum of opinion on Lacey, Col was still one of Chase’s closest friends. They didn’t have to agree on absolutely everything. Hell, after all they’d been through, they didn’t have to agree on anything.
“So,” Col said when they stopped to hydrate. “You do her yet?”
“No.”
“Shit, why not?”
“Because it’s too soon.”
“Rex doesn’t think so.”
“Well, I’m not Rex,” Chase said with a shrug.
“She’s going to be stretched out by the time you get to her,” Col teased. “Hotdog down a hallway. Especially with Brian’s freaky machines.”
“You’re such an idiot,” Chase snorted. “That is not how vaginas work.”
“I don’t get you,” Col said. “I know you want her. Like, want her. And you’re letting everyone else fuck her first? That doesn’t make any sense at all.”
“Fucking isn’t everything,” Chase said.
“Uhm… okay… no, but it’s a lot.” Col frowned. “You worried she’s got something?”
“No,” Chase said with a snort. “It’s not that. It’s…”
Col stood there silently, just looking at him. Chase knew from experience that Col wouldn’t pry further, but he would listen if Chase wanted to tell him what was going on. And he did need to tell someone, because it was already feeling weird.
“I remember how she was in Venezuela. Every time I look at her I see…”
Col’s expression hardened. “Yeah, I remember,” he said. “They worked her the fuck over.”
“Yes, they did,” Chase agreed. “We didn’t kill nearly enough of those bastards.”
There was a silence of agreement in which they both stood with hard stares, each thinking of what they should have done. Chase couldn’t get the sight of her out of his head. Lacey’s hair was glossy now. Back then it had been frizzed and matted with her own blood. Her cute face had been misshapen with bruises, her lip fat and cut. There had been marks all over her body. And those were just the ones that they could see. The way she’d recoiled from him when he picked her up to get her out of there even though she was thrilled to be rescued told an unspoken story that made him furious to his very core.
“I wish we could have taken her with us instead of just dropping her in Caracas,” Chase said. “She needed someone to stay with her, make sure she was alright.”
“We didn’t have a choice. We were under orders.”
“I know, but I can’t help thinking she wouldn’t have fucked up as bad as she did if we’d just taken her.”
“And if my uncle had tits he’d be my aunt,” Col said sharply. “What’s done is done. And you have to stop feeling sorry for her, or you’re going to miss what you can get out of her.”
“I’m not interested in what I can get out of her,” Chase said. “I’m interested in a relationship. When everyone’s done banging her, she’s going to need someone to connect with. Someone who cares about her more than how hot and tight her holes are.”
“So you’re just going to let the rest of us do what we want to her until she falls for you?” Col laughed. “Chase, that is a shitty plan.”
“Maybe,” Chase admitted. Now that he said it out loud, it didn’t make the most sense. “I’m kind of surprised how she’s taken to all this. Most women wouldn’t…”
“She’s not most women.”
That was true. Lacey wasn’t most women. She wasn’t most people, period. She was stunning. She was talented. She was brave. She was everything he wanted in a woman, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch her because every time he looked at her, he saw the cowering victim she had been years ago. He wasn’t the only one who cared about her either. Max’s reaction to Col’s stupid comment the night before showed that the protective urge ran through him as well.
“How’s your face?” Chase changed the subject.
“Eh,” Col shrugged. “It’ll heal.”
“You still pissed about her?”
“Yeah, but she’s getting fucking railed,” Col said. “I feel like we’re getting our money’s worth out of her, if nothing else.”
It was true. Lacey was taking everything Rex and the others had to give her. She was holding up like a goddamn sexual champion. Chase wondered how long that would last.
Chapter Fourteen
Lacey
Five days later…
Life as the captive of an elusive mercenary force wasn’t easy, but Lacey was starting to settle into it. Most nights she slept with Chase. He was easygoing about her sexual escapades with the other men, but he was absolutely insistent on having her in his bed. Every night she showered away the sweat and semen from other men and curled up in his arms and he cuddled her close and didn’t have sex with her.
If he minded her being with the others, he kept it very well hidden. There was never so much as a flicker of jealousy that she could detect. His gaze was always appreciative, but also watchful. She was starting to think of him as her protector, a guardian angel in this group of lustful men who never seemed to tire of using her body, or seeing it taken.
Col had not broken his vow not to touch her either. He basically went about his business as if she wasn’t there at all. It was almost worst being ignored than it had been being hated, though she knew she shouldn’t really care what he thought.
Sometimes though, when he didn’t know she was aware of him, she would catch him looking at her in a reflection. His expression wasn’t angry or hateful; it was almost… wistful? That made no sense. Lacey tried not to read too much into it.
Really, she had only had sex with two of them so far. Max and Rex: the daddy and the laidback renegade of the group who didn’t seem to care about anything other than the present. She liked Max very much. He was the most lighthearted of the group, and he kept her entertained with his antics.
“Wanna see me drink fire?” He popped up next to the porch one evening, a bottle of vodka in one hand and a lighter in the other. His grin was broad, his eyes lit with masculine mischief.
“Uhm, sure?”
“You can’t drink fire,” he said, his expression becoming serious. “Remember that.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“You can drink, or you can fire, but not at the same time. Alcohol is extremely flammable.”
“Uh huh.”
He’d obviously imbibed a fair amount of the bottle before giving her the PSA. He was slightly unsteady on his feet as he nodded in her direction. “And I’m not a Russian spy. It’s just we only had vodka.”
“I know you’re not a Russian spy,” Lacey smiled. “Because I’m a Russian spy!”
“Russian spy!” Max shouted. He leaped onto the balcony and began tickling her. Lacey slid from her chair, giggling and gasping for breath as his long fingers found all her most sensitive spots. Her shrieks and laughs soon brought Rex and Chase out onto the porch.
“What are you doing?” Rex demanded.
“I’m subduing this Russian spy,” Max said, crouched over Lacey. “She’s very very dangerink!”
“Go sober up,” Rex sighed. “Lacey, get up and stop rolling on the floor.”
“He started it,” she said, brushing leaves from the shirt she was wearing. It belonged to Chase really. They still hadn’t got her any clothes or underwear. She had washed what she was wearing when they took her and it was drying on an outside line, but in the meantime she just had long borrowed shirts and sweaters to keep her warm.
“Traitor,” Max hissed. “Russian traitor spy!”
Lacey giggled as he reached out and gave her a big bear hug, picking her up off her feet entirely.
“Pretty spy,” he added, cupping her ass before putting her back down.
Rex went back inside to his book. Chase stayed there, laughing as Max lowered her to the ground. Sometimes it was almost possible to forget that she was a captive. Sometimes she was just Lacey and these were just the men she happened to be staying in the forest with. Other times, she had to force herself from not mentally writing stories about them. Her mind was already thinking of ways she could describe Max—a behemoth, gentle giant with a penchant for oral sex came to mind.
“You should go inside,” Chase said. “Dinner’s almost ready and Brian wants you.”
“He has prepared another dewice of erotik torment,” Max said in his terrible Russian accent.
“I can’t wait,” Lacey grinned.
“You are a dewiant,” Max declared, picking her up again. He carried her in through the door, squirming in his arms. “Brianski! I have you prisoner!”
“No!” Lacey pretended to try to wriggle away, only for Max to hold her all the more firmly. He carried her into the living room where Brian was setting up with machinery and ropes. “Help! I promise I’m not a spy!”
The words shot through her after leaving her lips. She’d screamed them before, and meant it. She hadn’t ever imagined she’d be able to say anything like that again without shutting down completely, but with Max cradling her in his arms and Brian smiling at her with those wicked green eyes, she didn’t shut down. She wasn’t enveloped by panic. The past was retreating and being replaced with a much better present.
“I know you’re scared of ropes,” Brian said as Max settled her down on her knees in front of him. “But I’d like to tie you up tonight. It will make the machine work better.”
He crouched down next to her, getting on her level, enveloping her with the warmth of his personality.
“It’s okay,” she smiled. “When you do it, it’s different.”
“Good,” he said, his emerald gaze enchanting. “Take your shirt off.”
