by B. B. Hamel
“Fuck, girl, getting greedy,” he said as I began to jerk his length with both hands.
“Maybe I can’t help myself.”
“I know you can’t,” he said. He pressed his fingers deep inside me and I gasped. “I know you fucking can’t. I want to feel you jerk this cock off, girl.”
He slowly pulled his hands from my pants and licked his fingers off, staring at me as I jerked his cock. I dropped down to my knees, my pussy dripping wet, and slowly wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked his tip hard, pressing him into my mouth and rolling my tongue around him.
“Ah fuck,” he groaned as I tried to take all of him into my throat. He pressed my head down farther, fucking my mouth, pressing deep into my throat. I worked him like that, jerking his shaft with two hands while I sucked his cock, sliding as much as I could into my throat.
He pressed me down and started to fuck my mouth. I loved how much he enjoyed it, the moaning and his deep, passionate groans. His cock pressed between my lips as I worked him, sucking his length and jerking his thick shaft.
“Fuck,” he grunted, taking my hair and pulling my head back. His cock left my mouth, leaving a long line of saliva from my lip to his cock. “Stand up. I want this pussy bad.”
I obeyed, standing. He yanked my shorts down around my ankles, sliding my soaked panties down with them. I watched him fish a condom out of the wallet in his pocket. Then he pulled his jeans off, kicking them aside. I couldn’t help but stare at him as he rolled the condom down along his thick cock.
He turned me back around, pressing my hands against the tree trunk. I spread my legs wide for him, my heart pounding in my chest.
He tipped my chin back and kissed me as he pressed his cock deep inside me.
I gasped and moaned into his mouth as he filled me. I couldn’t believe how easily he slid inside me, but I was dripping wet and it wasn’t my first time anymore. He pressed deeper, slowly stroking in and out.
Pleasure rocked my body. I dug my nails into the trunk of the tree as he continued fucking me, working my dripping pussy, his big dick filling my every inch. I took him, gripping the tree.
He slapped my ass and I gasped. “You fucking like taking my cock out here?”
“I like taking your cock anywhere,” I heard myself say.
“That’s fucking right. You’ll take this big cock wherever I want. You’re fucking desperate for this thick cock.”
“Oh shit,” I gasped as he slapped my ass again. He took my hair and tipped my chin back, fucking me deep. I took his full length into my soaking pussy, rocking my hips back, rolling along with him. I moaned softly as he pressed deeper and deeper inside me, fucking me rough and hard.
He let go of my hair and wrapped an arm around my leg, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed me in delicious circles, working my clit as he fucked me from behind. I was losing my mind as he worked me hard and rough, and I pressed my face against the rough bark of the tree, taking his cock.
I worked him, rolling my hips, letting him fuck me deep and rough. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, getting fucked roughly by a big strong killer out in the middle of the woods, but I couldn’t help myself. I was soaking wet and I needed it. He made me feel right, made me feel like I was safe no matter where we were.
I could feel an orgasm building deep inside my body. He kept fucking me, rough and savage, an animal fucking me in the woods. I rocked my hips, working him more, taking his big dick between my legs.
“Fuck, I want to see that face when you come,” he said. He pulled back and spun me around. Before I could say anything, he hooked my legs under his arms and lifted me up into the air. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he lowered me down onto his cock.
“Oh shit,” I gasped. He kissed me hard as he started to fuck me, pressing my back against the tree. The bark was rough against my shirt, but that only made me so much wetter. He held me there, supporting me with his strong arms as he fucked my pussy, dropping me down and lifting me up, his hips pressed up against me.
I moaned loudly, unable to stop myself as he fucked me deeply like that, kissing my mouth, grunting along with me. I took his thick cock in my tight little cunt, letting him slam deep between my legs.
I felt the orgasm building again, pulsing in my pussy. He growled as he fucked me deep and rough, slamming into my tight cunt, his big cock filling my every inch.
“Come for me, girl,” he grunted. “Come on this big dick.”
I couldn’t stop myself. I felt the orgasm break like a river over my whole body. I began to tense and shake as he fucked me relentlessly. The orgasm rolled through me, bowling me over and washing away my mind, filling me with blissful pleasure. I was amazed by how easily he filled me and fucked me and made me come, but I could barely think.
There was only his cock and my orgasm, rolling through my body.
“Fuck. That face you make as you come,” he said. “Tips me over the fucking edge.”
I felt him thrust harder, deeper inside me. He tensed as he came deep inside me, and I moaned, imagining his white-hot cum filling my little pussy.
Slowly his thrusts ended, and he put me back down onto the ground. I leaned against him as he leaned against the tree, panting, trying to steady myself.
“Holy shit,” I said.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “I agree.”
We got dressed then, even though I didn’t want to be apart from him, not for a single second. When we were done, I pressed myself against his chest and he held me.
After a few minutes passed, he spoke softly. “We should get going,” he said.
“Yeah,” I answered. “I guess.”
“They’re probably looking for us. No need to freak them out too much.”
“Okay.”
He pulled me back and smirked. “Don’t worry. I’m with you.”
“Yeah. I know. Come on.” I walked off, back toward the house. He caught up with me, grinning to himself.
I was glowing from the orgasm, practically floating on air. I couldn’t believe how he made me feel, every single second I was around him.
He was right. Things were going to be okay, because he was here and he was staying.
19
Brooks
We weren’t exactly confined to our room after that, but Kasia strongly suggested that we didn’t leave the room or run off again.
Apparently, when I lost my guard, the whole compound went into lockdown mode. When we showed back up an hour later, they were pretty fucking pissed. Emma was apologetic, but if we weren’t really prisoners, why the fuck did I care?
But she wanted this to work out. She believed in these women. I had to admit that I was starting to see that they might not be so fucking bad. Maybe they even had our best interests at heart. But I didn’t like not having any power, didn’t like being confined to the room.
Before I lost my guard, I did see the things Emma had mentioned. Except where she saw nice women waiting alone in their rooms, I saw strung-out junkies in detox, suffering through the shakes. This place was more about getting these women clean than anything else, and I suspected we had more freedom than any one of them did.
I couldn’t believe this place even existed. It must have been a logistical nightmare to keep it a secret, and I had to admit that I understood why they wanted to keep us from running off. If we spilled the secret, then all this hard work was for nothing.
Emma and I ate in bed together and stared at the television until we both eventually fell asleep early, so beyond exhausted.
I had a dream. In that dream, we were back in the Voodoo room. Emma was wearing a long, flowing dress, and she kept smiling at me. Every time I tried to reach for her, she kept running away. The room got longer and longer, and she got farther away. I looked back and saw Louisa Barone following me, wearing a black mask and laughing. She began to fire a gun, loud cracks and pops.
I jolted awake. I sat in bed, breathing deeply and listening. I heard the cracks and pops again and realized that I was
n’t dreaming.
Those were fucking gunshots coming from outside. I heard yelling, and Emma began to stir beside me. I slipped out of bed, getting my clothes on.
Emma sat up. “What’s happening?” she asked.
“Stay here,” I said.
“Wait, Brooks.” She started to get up.
I quickly walked over to her. “Listen. Hear that? Those are gunshots. I think this place is under attack.”
“Who would attack this place?”
“The mafia. I’m guessing they finally found it.”
“There’s no way. Why now?”
“I don’t know. But I have to check it out, and you need to stay here.”
“I can’t. I’m coming.”
“No, Emma,” I said. “You might die out there. I’ll be back as soon as I know what’s going on.”
She stared at me and wanted to argue, but finally she nodded her head. “Okay. I trust you.”
“Good.” I kissed her once, quickly, and then turned and went to the door.
The handle was locked. I sighed and knocked. “Hey!” I called out, but nobody answered.
I stepped back and then kicked the door, hard, just above the handle. It buckled. I kicked it again, and it snapped open, a small spray of wood flying out into the hallway.
I glanced back at Emma and then stepped out into the hall.
It was empty. Our guard was gone, and every other door in the hall was shut tight. I guessed they were all locked, and most of these thin junkie girls couldn’t break a door down. I moved silently down the hall, heading toward the window that overlooked the front of the house.
Dark cars were parked out front, and I saw the flashes of guns firing off. I guessed that downstairs the guards were holding these men at bay, but I couldn’t imagine they’d hold them for long.
I needed to get a better look at the situation. If there was any way we could escape from here, it needed to happen now while the fighting was still going on. Otherwise we were going to get slaughtered with everyone else in here.
I couldn’t let that happen.
I quickly moved toward the stairs and peered down. I couldn’t see any of the fighters, but the sound of gunfire was rattling up the stairwell. I slowly moved down, keeping myself low and light as I peered over the bannister.
I quickly took in the situation. The women were arrayed along the first floor, firing out the windows. The downstairs was riddled with bullet holes and destruction, and shrapnel and bits of wood and glass flew around the space.
The women looked like they knew what they were doing. They were competent and not panicking as they returned fire. There were other women moving around the space, handing out ammunition and dealing with any minor injuries that popped up.
I slipped down the steps and pressed myself against an inner wall as I moved toward the back of the fighters. Nobody bothered to look up as I made my way toward the back of the house. There were fewer women back there returning fire, since the brunt of the attack was coming from the front.
“Brooks.”
I looked over and saw Kasia sitting in an easy chair, a bandage on her head and shoulder. I made my way over to her, keeping low.
“Got hit?”
She nodded. “Just a shoulder wound. Can’t fight though.”
“Let me see.” I moved her bandage and took a look at the wound. It went straight through her, which was good, but she wasn’t going to be using that arm anytime soon. I pressed the bandage back down.
“You’re okay,” I said.
“I know.” She frowned at me. “I need you to do something for me, Brooks.”
“I’m not fighting,” I said. “I’m not showing my face to those guys out there. They know me.”
“Not that. I need you to get the girls out.”
I frowned. “Why me?”
“We can cover your retreat. You’re the only person here with the skills to pull this off.”
“Send one of your fighters. I’m getting Emma and we’re getting the fuck out of here.”
“Brooks.” She grabbed my arm, her face serious and intense. “We’re going to get overrun soon. Once that happens, I can’t protect everyone. I think the fighters can get away, but the girls upstairs? They’ll be killed or captured and put back into slavery. You can stop that.”
“How? If you haven’t noticed, you’re surrounded.”
“They’re weak in the back,” she said. “We’ll concentrate our fighters there, get you some space.”
“Then what? Run around the woods?”
“There’s a van hidden deep in the forest toward the road. There’s a path that’ll take you right to it.”
“How do you know they haven’t found that already?”
“If they have, we’re all dead. You have to try.”
“Fuck,” I said, looking around.
This was not what I wanted. I didn’t want to be responsible for these women. I was a fucking hit man, a killer. I wasn’t the type of person who saved the lives of innocents.
But then again, I was. I’d saved Emma and I was working to keep her alive. Maybe it would be easier to sneak through the lines with just the two of us and find that van, but would that be the right thing?
“Guns,” I said. “And a vest, if you can spare one.”
“No vests. But here, take mine.” She nudged a rifle toward me. I grabbed it, checked the clip, chambered a round, and then slung it over my shoulder. She handed me extra ammunition, which I shoved into my pockets.
“The key to their doors?” I asked her.
She made a face. “Their doors aren’t locked, Brooks. Only yours. We didn’t trust you.”
“Can’t say I blame you.”
“Please, Brooks, save the girls.”
I stared at her, torn. Maybe I could get Emma, sneak away with just her. We could probably make it in all this chaos.
“Okay,” I said. “Fuck, okay. I’ll try.”
“Good. I’ll give the orders. Go.”
I stood. “Don’t die, Kasia. You’re going to owe me big for this.”
She grinned at me. “I’m tough to kill. Now get moving, killer.”
I turned away and went back through the house, staying low. Kasia began to shout orders as I moved back up the stairs, dodging bullets and broken wood as I went.
What the fuck was I thinking? My only responsibility was for Emma. She was the only person I cared about, the only one I wanted to survive all this. Now, though, I’d decided to take on a bunch of strung-out junkie girls.
There was no way this would work. We were going to get mowed down. There were just too many of us.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I stopped, surprised by what I saw.
Emma was gathering the girls out in the hallway. She was dressing them in black, or at least making them wear black. The girls were actually listening, or at least as much as they could.
I counted twenty plus me and Emma. It was a big pack, but Emma seemed good at communicating with them. The girls that were too strung out were being supported by other girls. I quickly walked up to Emma.
“We need to go,” I said.
“We’re not leaving these women,” she said fiercely.
I grinned at her. “You think I’d do that?”
“Maybe. I’m not sure.”
“I won’t lie and pretend like I hadn’t thought about it, but Kasia down there was convincing, so we’re all making a run for it.”
She frowned at me. “Really? You’re going to help these women.”
“Better fucking believe it. Tell them to get their shit together. We leave in two minutes.”
Emma nodded at me, determination etched on her face. She went back to the group of girls and began to explain what was happening. Word rippled out in several different languages as the girls finished pulling on their darkest clothing.
It was a sad fucking bunch. Twenty skinny, young girls, all of them terrified. At least three of those girls were being actively supported by other
s, too strung out to run on their own. And there wasn’t a single common language between everyone.
But watching Emma talk to the girls, I thought we might have a chance. She was incredible, explaining with body language and her hands, or using another girl to translate wherever she could. Somehow she managed to get the girls loosely lined up, dressed in black, and ready to go.
“Did you explain to them what’s happening?” I asked Emma as she came over to me.
She nodded. “We’re making a run for it.”
“We’re going out the back. Once we’re outside, if they want to survive, they can’t stop moving and they can’t get separated from the group. Can you get that across?”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“And, Emma.” I pulled her close to me, speaking into her ear. “Keep yourself alive. Please, whatever you do.”
“I will. You too.”
I let her go and nodded.
Emma went back into the group and explained the plan. Once word was sufficiently passed along, I motioned for them to follow.
We made our way downstairs, back down into the fighting. There were fewer women firing out the front as we made our way through the house and back into the kitchen. Kasia was on her feet, looking pale but determined.
“Ready?” she asked me.
“Are you?”
She grinned. “You’ll like what we have in store for you.”
“Where’s that path again?”
She pointed. “Straight back. It’s a bit overgrown now, but if you head for that tree with the forking arms, you’ll see it.”
“Got it.” I looked at Emma. “Tell the girls.”
As Emma relayed the next message, I scouted out the back window. There were fewer men back there, probably mainly meant just to keep us pinned inside as they slowly pushed in through the front.
Which was good and bad. It was good that the back was left weaker, but they did expect us to try to push out from there. The men in the back were likely farther in the woods, waiting.
