by Jessie York
Jessie York
No Limits
Contents
Prologue – Tyler
Chapter 1 – Riley
Chapter 2 – Chace
Chapter 3 – Riley
Chapter 4 – Chace
Chapter 5 – Aria
Chapter 6 – Chace
Chapter 7 – Kyle
Chapter 8 – Riley
Chapter 9 – Chace
Chapter 10 – Kyle
Chapter 11 – Chace
Chapter 12 – Aria
Chapter 13 – Tyler
Chapter 14 – Riley
Chapter 15 – Chace
Chapter 16 – Aria
Chapter 17 – Chace
Chapter 18 – Aria
Chapter 19 – Riley
Chapter 20 – Chace
Chapter 21 – Drew
Chapter 22 – Riley
Chapter 23 – Chace
Chapter 24 – Riley
Chapter 25 – Chace
Chapter 26 – Riley
Chapter 27 – Chace
Chapter 28 – Aria
Chapter 29 – Chace
Chapter 30 – Riley
Chapter 31 – Chace
Chapter 32 – Riley
Chapter 33 – Drew
Chapter 34 – Riley
Chapter 35 – Aria
Chapter 36 – Luke
Chapter 37 – Kyle
Chapter 38 – Drew
Chapter 39 – Kylie
Epilogue – Heron
Prologue – Tyler
A girl between the ages of 17 and 20. Beautiful chestnut hair and dark, alluring eyes. A tight white dress. A silver Mercedes. What was the license plate number? Tyler Winston couldn’t remember. He tried to visualize it in his mind but he couldn’t. Did it start with a T? Or was it a 7?
Tyler knew he had to remember. He had to get free and go get help. He couldn’t describe his prison except for its dank, musky scent. Perhaps if he could tell the police about the woman who had abducted him or about her car, however, they could track her down. Then they could free whoever was whimpering somewhere to Tyler’s left.
It had all happened so fast. Tyler had been walking home after a soccer game at Dousedale High School. He had skipped the team bus because his cheerleader girlfriend had promised to give him a ride home. Then she had gotten an emergency call. Her dad. An accident. Metro hospital. Tyler had told her to go without him, that he would get one of the guys from the soccer team to drive back from the school and pick him up. In the meantime, he walked along the lonely country road back towards Cantonville. It was a quiet October night and the road was little spooky but Tyler hadn’t been worried. After all, he was a 6’2” all-star athlete. As the captain of the Cantonville High School men’s varsity soccer team and the best-looking guy in his school, Tyler never had much to worry about. He got pretty much anything he wanted in life.
Then the girl in the Mercedes had shown up. Tyler shivered just thinking about it. The girl had been unbelievably sexy. “Get in, cutie. I’ll take you wherever you want to go,” she had said in a sweet voice. How could he refuse her? She had jabbed him with something in the neck. The next thing he knew, he had woken up with his arms chained above his head and a blindfold over his eyes. From the way the cool air assaulted his body and the feel of the cold cement under his feet, he could tell that he was naked except for his spandex undershorts. And there was someone whimpering nearby. The person sounded male. Tyler tried calling out to him but the whimpering continued unabated.
“Don’t be afraid,” a female voice whispered in his ear.
Tyler jumped in surprise. He opened his mouth to yell for help but a cloth was stuffed inside it. Duct tape was plastered over his lips. Tyler tried to yell anyway but the sound was incomprehensibly muted.
Tyler heard the sound of a door on rusty metal hinges opening. Then it slammed with a loud metallic clang.
“Only two, daughter?” a voice asked. It sounded reproving. “I expected more.”
“Yes, my queen, but these are two of quality,” the first voice said. Tyler now recognized it as the voice of the girl in the car.
“Hardly,” the first voice replied. “That one is a whimpering mess. He is cowardly”
“But not this one,” the second voice replied. A hand gently touched his chest. “Look at him. He is tall and strong and very attractive. He had a strong, square jaw line and tussled brown hair. He’s got a beautiful chest and six-pack abs. His eyes, my queen, are a gorgeous shade of blue. He is beautiful and he’s 18. I checked his license to make sure.”
“You are easily impressed, daughter,” the first voice said. “He may be suitable, however. Is he heterosexual?”
“Oh yes,” the second voice replied. “He couldn’t keep his eyes off me in the car. It will be easy to seduce this one. He will be willing and he certainly appears able.” A hand suddenly touched his spandex-clad package. It gently rubbed and stroked his manhood. “See how quickly he responds, my queen? He is already erect. Is it not impressive?”
“Hmmm… It appears that he is an acceptable candidate. If he is willing and proves virile, you may take him as a breeder.”
“The other one…” the second voice began.
“The other one is of no use to us,” the first voice replied sharply. “We will not water down our genes with those of cowards. I will have him disposed of.”
The whimpering turned into sobs. Then the door opened again and there were more footsteps in the room. The sobbing man started to yell for help. Then the sickening sound of metal smashing into bone filled the room. The man fell silent and Tyler could hear several people dragging his body across the floor. Who were these twisted women?
“Don’t worry, cutie,” the second voice said. A pair of lips kissed Tyler’s right pectoral muscle. “You belong to me now. We are going to have so much fun together and we’re going to have a beautiful daughter.” A hand started caressing him suggestively between his legs. Once again, his body reacted in spite of himself. “Yes,” the voice said. “It is going to be very fun. You’ll find that there are no pesky societal or physical limits to sexual adventure here. Now, let me tell you what the rest of your life is going to be like.”
Chapter 1 – Riley
“Have you thought about just laying down in front of him, spreading your legs, and saying ‘Go’? That’s probably all it’ll take. You’re over thinking this.”
Riley Morgan’s eyes opened as wide as saucers. “Shelly Duncan!” she exclaimed. “You’re terrible. Do you talk dirty like that around your parents or do you save it all for me?”
Shelly shrugged. “Just you,” she admitted. “It’s not a bad idea, though. Luke Carter is a guy. He’s doesn’t need a complicated invitation to have sex.”
“I don’t want to invite him to have sex. At least not right away,” Riley said. Her face got extremely hot. She hurried on. “You know what I mean. I like him for his personality and because he’s so brilliant. The fact that he’s also super hot is just a nice coincidence.” Shelly gave Riley a look. “Okay, it’s a really nice coincidence,” Riley admitted.
“Well, you better make your move quickly, ‘cause that boy doesn’t stay single long,” Shelly said. “He can have any girl at school that he wants. Fair warning, that includes me.”
Riley shook her head. She turned her attention back to Luke. He was just completing a pass on the football field. The high school quarterback really was the hottest boy Riley had ever seen before. He had dark brown hair, sweet and sensitive puppy dog eyes, and a smooth, chiseled body that made a girl want to faint. He was the all-American boy next door who was kind and didn’t realize how good-looking he was. It was Luke’s smile that Riley loved most. When he smiled and revealed those perfect rows of impossibly-w
hite teeth, it was like the whole world was a brighter place. His eyes got this irresistible boyishly-excited look to them. She could stare at that all day.
Riley knew that she realistically didn’t have any shot with Luke. He was the varsity quarterback and she was nothing but a nerd. Sure, she wasn’t ugly. She was petite and had the fine features and long blond hair that one expected from a cheerleader. She preferred to spend her time reading and studying, however, and favored glasses over contact lenses. Still, boys were often tempted to make moves on her. If she didn’t shut them down right away her protective twin brother Chace would inevitably scare them away. As a result, she had never had a real boyfriend. She was fine with that. She was in no rush to lose her virginity and grow up and would much rather focus on getting into a top-rated college than waste time with boys. For Luke, however, she would have made an exception, at least for dating. The idea of losing her virginity was a terrifying one that she didn’t want to think about. Her face suddenly felt very hot again.
“So what are you doing tonight to celebrate your 18th birthday anyway? How come I haven’t got a party invitation?” Shelly asked.
“Hmm? Oh, nothing,” Riley said. “Chace and I agreed to do it on the weekend so we’re going to go out with people then. I’ll send you a Facebook invitation.”
“Good, but you can’t just do nothing on your birthday,” Riley said. “That’s lame.”
“It’s a Wednesday. That’s awkward,” Riley said. “Chace has soccer practice and I’ve got a test tomorrow to study for. Plus, my foster parents don’t want us staying out late at night. They’ve been a bit spooked by all the disappearances.”
Shelly’s face grew somber. She nodded. “My parents are the same way. I don’t get why, though. Five boys have gone missing. No girls. Whoever is doing it is clearly only interested in males.”
“You never know with weirdoes like that,” Riley said. The thought of young high school and college boys in the area just up and disappearing was terrifying. Five boys and seven girls around the age of 18 had gone missing in the county. All had come from rural, close-knit communities. One of the last boys to disappear, Tyler Winston, had been from Cantonville. That was a neighboring town to Harken, the town that Riley lived in. Her brother had even played soccer with Tyler before when they were younger. Now no one had seen Tyler for two whole weeks.
“Let’s think about something more positive, like having sex with Luke,” Shelly said.
“You’re incorrigible, you know that?” Riley said.
“I don’t know what that means but I assume it must be a complement so thank you,” Shelly said.
“You’ve welcome. I’ve got to go,” Riley said, standing up. Several of the cheerleaders were already giving her strange looks. Riley didn’t want them to figure out that she came to the stands during football practice to watch Luke instead of because she wanted to get some sun while she did her homework. Plus, she had been feeling funny all day. Her head was throbbing, her heart was pounding, and she had a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had thought that a bit of fresh air after school might make her feel better but it hadn’t worked. She picked up her books. “You coming?”
“Yeah,” Shelly said, standing up. “Gah, I need a boyfriend, you know? Is your brother still dating that Natalie chick?”
“Ugh, I don’t know, I don’t ask,” Riley said as they walked. “You don’t still want to date my brother, do you? That’s gross.”
“Maybe to you it is,” Shelly said. “To me he’s a fine piece of man meat. Hell, he’s as good-looking as Luke.” Then she got an excited look in her eye. “Can you imagine a three-way with the two of them? It would be the hottest thing in…”
“Ew. Stop. That’s my brother,” Riley said. She grimaced. “Look, if you’re really interested, I can try to fix you up with him, but you’ve got to promise not to give me any of the details, okay?” Shelly nodded eagerly. “I’m pretty sure he broke up with Natalie,” Riley said. “It’s hard to tell with him because he always seems to have a new girl – and then he goes back to old girlfriends – but I’m almost positive that he’s single right now.”
Chapter 2 – Chace
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Chace appreciated the chick’s enthusiasm but he wished she would just shut up. The door to the janitor’s closet wasn’t very thick. It would be easy for students and teachers walking by on the other side to hear her. When the girl opened her mouth again to scream in pleasure Chance kissed her, hoping that would at least quiet her down. The girl kissed him passionately and ran her fingers through his closely-cropped blond hair.
Chace was approaching his climax. With each thrust of his hips he got closer and closer. He had his arms wrapped around the chick’s thighs so that she was off the ground. Her back was pressed against the wall of the closet. He took his lips off hers and savored the looks of pain and pleasure that crossed over the chick’s face with each one of his thrusts. Now if only he could remember her name. Jenny, perhaps? No that wasn’t right. Audrey? No. She wasn’t one of his usuals. Oh well, it didn’t really matter.
A few more thrusts and he was ready. He grunted and then felt a moment of ecstasy. It went on and on and then, suddenly, it was over. He sighed and slumped against the girl.
“Are you done?” the girl asked. There was a hint of disappointment in her voice that it was over but mostly hope that she had done her task well. Chace nodded and pulled out of her. He took his condom off and dropped it in one of the garbage bins. There were a few convenient things about having sex in a janitorial closet.
The girl leaned against his chest and starting kissing his neck. He pushed her away, leaned down, and pulled up his boxer-briefs and pants. Before he could zip up his fly, the chick stuck her hand in his boxers and fondled him.
“What’s your rush?” she asked. “I want to play with your big tool some more.”
“Maybe later, baby,” Chace said. He kissed her, carefully extracted her hand, zipped up his pants, and then put his shirt back on. “School’s over. Practice is over. Sexing is done. I’m hungry. I’ll see you around tomorrow.” The girl let out a surprised squeak as Chace opened the door and the light illuminated her naked body. Then Chace slammed the door behind him. He was usually a bit more chivalrous but he had actually been feeling funny all day and it had put him off his game. His head was aching and he was feeling a tad nauseous. The closet was getting stuffy and he thought some fresh air might help.
Life was good. He had plenty of chicks to bang. He was a star on the varsity soccer team. His sister, Riley, gave him enough help with homework that he was getting decent grades. He hadn’t heard back from colleges yet but he was pretty sure he’d get into a great school. Riley had certainly made him spend a ton of time re-writing admissions essays. On top of all that, he had just turned 18. That was an important milestone to someone who had been put up for adoption as a baby and had always lived in foster care. It meant he was old enough to take care of himself. After this year, he and Riley would never have to live with another foster family ever again.
Chace whistled to himself as he walked home. It was almost three miles but he didn’t mind. It was a nice walk and, while he was hungry, he didn’t really feel like going back his crowded house. So, he walked slowly, his soccer bag with his clothes and school books slung over one shoulder.
Chace happened to look at his phone at exactly 5:13 PM. There were a couple new text messages from girls but he could get to those later. He slid the phone back into his pocket.
Then he felt a blinding pain in his head.
“Aw!” Chace yelled. He dropped to his knees and clutched his head with his hands. The pain was more intense than anything he had ever felt before. “Aw!” Chace yelled again. No one was around to hear him.
Chace started to see spots in his vision. He became dizzy. He slumped to the side and laid down on the sidewalk in the fetal position.
That’s when the pain intensified 100-fold. Chace screamed. His entire
body was on fire. He writhed on the ground, not knowing what was happening.
He had no idea how much time passed but the pain gradually started to fade. His chest heaved as he sucked in air. He looked around, terrified. What had just happened? A stroke? Did he have a tumor in his brain? What was going on?
Chace’s breathing returned to normal. He slowly sat up and looked around. No one else was in sight. He grabbed hold of a tree and cautiously pulled himself to his feet. His body seemed to handle that just fine. He rubbed his head uncertainly and then picked up his soccer bag.
Something felt… different. Chace couldn’t put his finger on it. He set his bag down and then picked it up again. He hadn’t realized how light it was before. Strange, it felt almost empty. Chace zipped it open and looked inside. No, it was still full of his sports clothes and heavy books. Perplexed, Chace set it down again.
Maybe he actually had experience a stroke and it was messing with his mind. Worried, Chace looked around and saw a decorative rock on a lawn. It was about 2’ by 2’ and must have weighed over a hundred pounds. Chance walked up to it, reached down, and put his arms around it. It would be a struggle to lift but trying to do so should tell him if his mind was scrambled or not.
Chance heaved with all his might. The rock surged upwards. “Shit!” Chace swore as the rock flew up out of his hands. It soared through the air over his head. He ducked quickly and it landed behind him.
“What the…” Chace stared at the rock for a moment. Something was wrong. Very wrong. There was no way he should have been able to do that with minimal effort. He needed help. He needed to talk to someone. Riley. She was the only person he trusted, the only person he ever felt comfortable turning to. He snatched up his bag and started running down the street. He needed to get to her as quickly as possible.
Chapter 3 – Riley
Riley was almost home. Her foster parents would be wondering where she was. She hoped Chace wasn’t already home. If so, he would be worried about her. She looked down at her watch. Crap, it was 5:18 PM. She was usually home before 5 PM most nights. That funny feeling she was experiencing was throwing her off. It had slowed her usually brisk walk to a slow shuffle.
