Unbounded Fury

by Jaden Sinclair

  “Dad!” Logan yelled, straining with as much energy as he had left to use.

  “I didn’t rape you,” Patrick said.

  “No? You just used me and then passed me around to your pack,” she said and snickered, walking around him. “That is rape.”

  “Vintina, that was a long time ago,” Patrick tried to get up only to have her kick him back down.

  “Not to me.”

  “I’m sorry!”

  “Not as sorry as you’re going to be.” The door opened again, and another joined the group, only Logan got this strange feeling that the guy who walked in wasn’t under Vintina’s control. “I found the father for you.” She smiled at him. “He should be able to give you what you want.”

  The man stopped right next to Patrick, staring down at him. He nodded and others came in, dragging Patrick away. The man then looked up at Logan. “And him?”

  “He isn’t going anywhere, not unless I say differently.”

  The man nodded again. “When he’s done, I want him.”

  “Like always, but I think this one might last longer than the others.”

  “I’ll wait.” He turned and with just as much ice in his steps coming in, he left, the door closing behind him.

  Vintina turned back to Logan, that cold, cruel smile in place. “Ready for the next one?”

  Chapter One

  He was strapped down on the bed, naked, unable to move, sore, and completely drained of energy. They had stuck him with the drug, brought him here to perform and he found deep satisfaction because he couldn’t. Finally, after two years of hell, his dick was starting to give out and Logan was happy about it. It meant his hell was coming to an end.

  “What now?” Vintina’s voice rang out in the dark. He stiffened as he listened to the clicking sounds of her heels hitting the floor as she walked.

  “The drug isn’t working this time.”

  “What do you mean it’s not working?” she snapped. “I’ve got someone waiting for him. Get his damn dick hard!”

  “What would you like me to do?”

  “Where’s my father?” Logan called out. Each time she came into the same room with him, he would call out and ask the same question. She never answered him, but it didn’t stop him from asking.

  Everything in the room went quiet. He held his breath, waiting for her to leave like always, but instead that clicking sound started again and came his way.

  “Your father is getting what he deserves,” she said.

  “He didn’t rape you and you know it, you crazy bitch,” he growled.

  “And how would you know what he has and hasn’t done to me or to anyone for that matter?” A finger touched his chest, the nail skimming around as she paced up and down next to him. “I gave him something very special, and he abused it.”

  “That isn’t rape.”

  “It is when he lets others take what I gave to him.” A nail dug into his leg drawing blood. “Give him twenty minutes and then another shot. He either gets hard, or get rid of him.”

  Logan jumped with the slamming of the door. He lay there, listening, his anger boiling over but doing nothing to give him back any of his strength. No, the dose they just shot into his arm took away all his ability to move, unlike the second shot below the belt that made him perform uncontrollably like a male whore.

  He closed his eyes to relax, only he didn’t. Instead, he picked up a scent that didn’t fit with all the darkness and sex that was in the room. It didn’t belong here, and yet it was present.

  “Who’s there?” Logan asked, straining once again against the leather restraints. He could hear someone breathing in the far corner. Could smell the fear and—innocence! “I know you’re there. I can smell you hiding in fear.”

  “She says you are the best one she’s had,” a young voice whispered waking his senses when she spoke. Logan again strained to get a better view of her, but like his wrists and ankles, his head also was kept strapped down. In fact, the strap covered most of his eyes as well, making it so he couldn’t see who was using him. “You really shouldn’t fight the drugs. Give her what she wants.”

  “Why the fuck should I do that?” he snapped.

  “Because she’ll kill you if you don’t.” She was closer now, her scent stronger. A soft hand touched his ankle, moving slowly up his leg. Her touch did something to him, something he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. Logan stared up at the dark ceiling, fighting with his body to not respond to her.

  “Maybe that’s what I want,” he said in a strained voice.

  “Why?”

  “Because then this shit will stop.”

  He sucked in air when her cool hand wrapped around his cock. For the first time in two years, his cock began to get hard on its own, or maybe it was the drug in his system. He wasn’t sure. Logan tried to hold it back; he couldn’t prevent the damn thing from getting hard, just as he couldn’t stop the next thing from starting to form. The hunger.

  “I’ve never touched one of your kind before,” she whispered.

  Up and down, her hand moved on his shaft, and it went hard, making him hunger for more. It had been months since he had any kind of normal sexual hunger, and for whatever strange reason, this person standing in the dark brought it out in him. He strained more against the hold, straining to get free.

  “What do you feel like?” she whispered.

  “Climb up and find out for yourself.” He growled the words, feeling the first stage of his climax approaching.

  Her hand stilled. “That wouldn’t be a good idea. She would beat us both if I did that.”

  “Ask me if I give a fuck.” Her hand started to move again and he groaned, unable to hold it back.

  “You like this,” she stated.

  He groaned again and tried to shift away, but couldn’t. “Yes, you need to stop or things are going to get out of control fast.”

  Logan thought for a moment that she might stop, but deep down he really didn’t want her to. It felt too damn good to have her hands upon him, and he knew he should hate it, not enjoying it, not when he knew what would happen once that bitch found out he was hard again. He also had a strange feeling the young woman wasn’t that comfortable around men. He knew that the bitch’s daughters watched as their mother used him and Stray. It sickened him to know that. The woman should protect her children, not expose them to her sickness. So that meant that whoever was touching him couldn’t be one of her daughters—or could it?

  A swishing sound drew him back to the present. It sounded as if clothes were being taken off, or a robe. The bed sagged for a second, then a warm body touched the inside of his legs. She sat between them, as naked as he was.

  Her hands touched his chest, moving up and down as her body stretched out between his legs. Logan’s mouth watered for a taste of her, his cock twitched to be inside her. She smelled so sweet, so tempting that he strained against the bonds, which held him down.

  “What would you say if I told you I’ve never done any of this before?” she asked.

  “I’d say untie me and I’ll be happy to bend you over and fuck you hard.”

  She laughed in a nervous tone, her hand still moving on him. “Just a few moments ago you made it very clear that you didn’t want to, um, fuck and now you do. You’re very strange. And you know I can’t let you go. You’d kill us all if I did that.”

  Logan growled low when she got closer and rubbed her face against the side of his cheek, moved lower, then touched not only his neck but his shoulder as well. It felt as if she was touching a man for the very first time, but he knew that couldn’t be right. Everyone who came in here to fuck him was very experienced. Those hands of hers stopped with his cock and started to roam over his body.

  “You smell good,” she sighed against his neck. “And you’re body is so hard. I bet you could crush someone if you wanted to.”

  The teasing was starting to drive him nuts. She rubbed her face on his chest, hands moved all over him, down his legs, inside thi
ghs, again around his straining cock, then even into his hair. He took deep breaths, taking her sweet scent deep into his lungs, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. He wanted more, hungered for more and it had him wondering how far he could take this.

  “Why don’t you stop teasing me and either fuck me or suck my dick?” he growled out.

  She stopped. “I can’t do that,” she breathed out.

  “Sure you can. You’re already on top of me, so just spread your legs, take my dick and ride me.” He was panting now, throbbing with a need he hadn’t felt in two years. “Or slide back down and suck me. Either one, but stop fucking teasing me.”

  Damn, two years since he had hungered for sex. How the time seemed right then to fly by. He knew it was two years because the bitch loved telling him how long he had been here, each and every month.

  Logan thought she was going to leave him when she moved away. She wasn’t completely gone, however. He could still smell her close, but couldn’t see her.

  A cool hand once more closed around his shaft and he hissed in pleasure. Then he felt hot breath close to the head. Logan held his breath and waited for it. When lips closed on the crest he almost exploded, but didn’t. Instead, he bucked as much as he could, making her take more of the length into her mouth. She didn’t pull away, but sucked more and he felt like he might have just died after all, and heaven came down to give him one last bit of pleasure.

  However, it all came to a quick end, leaving him wanting and needing more, needing to be finished off, when she stopped. Then he heard what she apparently did. Someone was coming.

  “Oh God!” she groaned in a panic.

  Still not able to really see her, Logan listened hard and took another deep breath as she moved away from him, heard something click, leaving by another way, not the main entrance. Then he heard her running steps. In seconds, her sweet scent was gone and the bitch was back.

  “Good, the drug still worked,” Vintina gloated. “Have him taken to the room. Our client is waiting.”

  Logan held back the growl before another shot was given to him. This was the drug that made him weak. It took effect quickly and just in time for her men to come in and take him to his next torture for the night. But it did little to take away the memory of the girl, or her scent. Once he was out of these chains, that girl would be all his.

  * * * *

  Danielle Scotts, or Dannie to everyone, held herself with as much detachment as she could, with her sister, Katrina, and her mother, Vintina, watching as they took the man out of the room. Her mother turned first, walking away from the dark window where she always stood to watch. They were heading to the special room, the room where Dannie and her sister would be forced to watch the performance of the ‘pets’. Her mother never gave them names, or asked who they might be. She always called the wolves that she brought in pets.

  Dannie grabbed her sister’s hand as they followed their mother to the other room. She leaned close and whispered, “I don’t want to see this.”

  Katrina squeezed her hand and whispered back, “It’ll be okay.”

  Dannie wasn’t stupid. She knew why her mother was forcing her to watch the sex her pets were made to do. Soon, she would be turning eighteen and that would be the day she would be expected to have sex with one of them, just like Katrina had. It frightened her to be forced to do something like that. It didn’t frighten her as much as the thought of what her mother would do if she knew Dannie had been with her ‘pet’. If her mother knew she’d been touching him, had taken him into her mouth, making him hard. Without a doubt, she knew she would get one hell of a beating. They were just at the door where they could watch everything when one of their mother’s men came up to her.

  “We’ve got a small problem,” he said.

  “What?” Vintina snapped at him.

  “Our supply is low and he won’t send more until you come and speak with him.”

  Vintina sighed. Dannie knew that sigh and held her breath, waiting for her mother to explode. She didn’t. Instead, she nodded, the man left, and she turned to them. “Well, girls, I guess this show isn’t for us.” She smiled, then reached out and touched Dannie’s cheek. “No matter. When I get back I’ll have your present.”

  Dannie shook and was unable to hold it back. Vintina’s eyes narrowed as if she was going to blow up, so Dannie thought quickly. “Yes, Mother. I’ll be waiting.” She smiled, hoping and praying inside that the smile would throw her mother off.

  “Such a good girl,” Vintina said and smiled back. She turned her attention to Katrina. “The men should be able to handle the pets while I’m gone. Check in on them every so often to make sure they are staying down. If you think they need another shot, give it.”

  “Yes, Mother,” Katrina answered.

  Vintina, once more, gave her full attention to Dannie. “I know it frightens you, but we all must go through it. To rid ourselves of childhood and walk into adulthood is a big step. I know you can do this.” Dannie only nodded at her, which seemed to please her. “Keep them in the cages. No other appointments are set up.”

  They stood together, and Vintina turned and walked away. Dannie jumped, however, when she heard a yell from the room where they were about to enter. She jumped right into her sister’s arms.

  “I can’t do that, Kaz,” she mumbled on Katrina’s shoulder.

  Someone came out of the room, chuckling. “I think she broke him.”

  Dannie held onto Katrina tighter, shocked and fearful. She knew how large he was, how strong he felt, so for someone to say he might have been broken had her scared for her life.

  “Shhh,” Katrina soothed, rubbing her back. “Don’t worry so much about it. Why are you so scared suddenly? I told you that it wasn’t so bad after all.”

  “That’s not it,” she mumbled against her sister’s shoulder.

  “Then what is it?”

  Dannie pulled out of her arms and looked her sister right in the eye. “This has to stay between us Kaz, please,” she begged. “If Mother found out she would beat me so badly.”

  Katrina frowned. “I don’t understand. What did you do that would make mother pissed?”

  Dannie swallowed hard and hugged herself, then began to fidget. She fisted her hands, brought them up to her mouth, then ran both hands through her long hair, then back around her body again.

  “Dannie?” Katrina smiled, touching her on the shoulders. “Come on. Nothing can be this bad.”

  “I touched him,” she whispered. She held her breath, waiting for the words to sink in. When they did, Katrina’s eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent ‘O’. “Yeah,” Dannie went on, “I got him hard and now I bet he’s broke because of it.”

  Katrina took hold of her hand and pulled her away from the door, where more yelling was starting—or more like begging. “Listen to me. You didn’t break him by getting him hard. If anything I’d say you saved his life.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, if he couldn’t get it up for those two in there then Mother would have had him taken out back and killed.”

  “But she’s going to do that anyway.”

  “I know.” Katrina sighed.

  “Kaz, I can’t do what you did,” Dannie rushed out in a hushed whisper. “I can’t have sex with one of them,” she squeaked out in a low voice, panic starting to spread through her body.

  Dannie stilled when a guard dragged the other pet to the door. She held her breath, wondering what in the world those people were doing in that room that they needed both of them. The door closed, and she let out the breath she had been holding, only to have it catch in her throat when the door once more opened and the one she’d touched was hauled out.

  He couldn’t walk. Sweat covered his naked body and his head hung down. Long, sandy brown hair hung in his eyes. Looking him over, Dannie got a better look at his body in the light. He looked larger, thicker, and between his legs, she saw what not too long ago she had held in her hands. His flesh appeare
d a bit raw looking and was no longer hard, as she had left him.

  The guards struggled to carry his limp body. They stopped so one could kick the door closed and in that brief moment the pet’s head rose up and turned in her direction. His nose flared, and the pain filled, dark eyes lit up just a touch. For a moment, Dannie thought that he recognized her, but knew deep down that wasn’t possible. It was dark in the room, and she kept to the shadows the whole time.

  A guard dragged him away and the moment broke. Dannie let out the rest of the breath she was holding and turned into her sister’s arms. She didn’t speak or break down. She held it all in, the worry, the fear, and the wonder as to what he would do if he were free and drug free.

  “I have a bad feeling, Kaz,” Dannie mumbled against her sister’s shoulder. “A real bad feeling about those two.”

  * * * *

  “Justice, I know we’ve had our disagreements and shit, but please. I’m asking you here for help.” Vashti Berridge pleaded desperately for help from the last person she had ever hoped to ask. Justice Vanderburg.

  Like his brothers, Justice was a large man. He stood over six foot, had dark hair, dark eyes and carried sex appeal like it might be a second skin. He also had a lazy manner to him right now, one that spoke to her that she was going to have to plead her case better than what she was doing now. He didn’t look like a man who was interested in anything she had to say. She couldn’t blame him with the way she had treated him in the past.

  “Help,” Justice snorted back at her. “For years you’ve stuck your damn nose up in the air when it came to me. Hell, you wouldn’t even talk to me and now you want my help?”

  She knew this wasn’t going to be easy, for either one of them, but something needed to happen and it needed to happen right now. Hell. It seemed that the Vanderburgs were the only ones who gave a damn anymore. That was because the killings that were taking place had to do with their kind. The shifters.