Warrant

by S. L. Schiefer

  I wobble down off the bed, struggling from being bound for as long as I had been. Trying to get on my knees, my ankles protest from the position. I almost fall forward, but he’s there and I catch myself on his thighs. He runs his hands through my hair, pulling it all to one side. At some point, he had time to get undressed without me knowing.

  “Okay, sweetheart. We have about five minutes before we are joined by a few of my friends.” Maybe I will just go to that mental black hole that some rape victims talk about. But that would be too easy. He puts his hand around his cock and guides it to my mouth. I open obediently, and in he goes. I start my usual blow job routine that I use on every client. I try to envision that it’s Enzo in front of me, that it’s him I’m worshipping instead of my stepbrother.

  “Okay, stop. Stop.” He pulls free of my mouth with a pop. “Back up on the bed, ass in the air.” Fuck. I thought he only wanted a blow job.

  He helps me back up onto the bed since I’m having problems moving. He gets me situated in the position he wants me in. Standing behind me, he roughly shoves three fingers in to my dry pussy. A scream tears from my throat. Good fucking God that shit hurts. I don’t tell him that though. He’ll make it hurt worse.

  “C’mon, Devvy. You need to enjoy this or it won’t be any easier when my friends get in here. And believe me; one of them is dying to get inside you.”

  And all rational thought flies straight out the window. “This would all be easier if I was never fucking born!” I scream at him. He pulls his fingers out of me and I feel him line his cock with my opening. He slams forward and I feel his pelvis hit my ass.

  “Fucking. Lose. The. Attitude.” His words are punctuated by each thrust into me. This guy always knew how to work my body. I start to feel my body respond to him. “That’s right. You like my cock in your pussy, baby. You always did have the tightest cunt I’ve ever been in.”

  I want to tell him to shut up, that I don’t want to hear his dirty talk. He continues murmuring words behind me, throwing in a slap to my ass every couple thrusts. I’m working on finding that black hole when I feel hands running over my body. And unless he grew extra limbs, his friends are here.

  “Devvy, I want to hear you same my name. I want my name on your lips when I come in your tight hole.”

  “No, I’m not giving you that,” I yell at him.

  He suddenly pulls out of me and grabs my shoulder, flipping me over onto my back. “Guys hold her arms,” he instructs two of his friends. I frantically look around and count five other guys. Shit I’m okay with this. Before they can reach me, I start kicking and flailing around, struggling to get them off me.

  A resounding crack sounds through the room before I register the pain. The side of my face is burning. I place my hand over the offending spot. I look at him and give him a “what the fuck” look. “Stop it. Just fucking cooperate, Devon.”

  I’m still holding my hand to my cheek when it’s ripped away and held out to the side. The second guy grabs my other hand, stretching it out.

  “Devvy. Look at me.” I force my eyes up to look at his face. “You’re going to say my name when you come. Do you hear me?” I nod. “Preston. I want to hear you scream it.” Another nod. He impales himself in my pussy, pushing my legs up to my chest.

  Sweat is dripping down his chest and off his face. He uses one arm to keep my legs where they are, and drops his other to my clit to start rubbing. “Your greedy cunt is starting to squeeze my cock. How does it feel knowing that your stepbrother is controlling your body when you’re trying so hard to not let me,” he sneers.

  Moans start to slip out of my throat, despite my attempts to keep them in. “That’s right, sweetheart. You love this cock. Milk my cock, baby.” He drops my legs, placing his hands on my shoulders before he starts slamming into me relentlessly. My traitorous body explodes after a few hard thrusts. And just like I was told to do, I scream his name. Numerous times. His release comes soon after mine.

  When he pulls out, he looks to a guy standing behind him and says, “Zach, you ready, my man?”

  I look around at all the guys, and except for the two holding me down, everyone has their pants off and they’re stroking their cocks. The guy, who I assume is Zach, walks up to the bed and climbs on in between my legs. He lines himself up and pushes into me, then pulls out all the way.

  “Have you ever had two guys in the same hole before?” My eyes widen and my blood runs cold. Holy hell. No. He laughs. “I’ll take that as a no. Alright, who wants in with me?” he addresses the other guys.

  Zach is huge already, but the guy that steps up is ginormous. There is no way both of them are going to fit in me. I start to panic and Preston walks up to the bed, still naked, and leans down and kisses me. He snakes his hand down the front of my body and starts rubbing my clit again.

  I’m being pushed up on to my side and the giant-penis guy lies down on the bed. I’m maneuvered to be on top. Preston resumes kissing me and I feel the head of Giant Penis at my opening. He works himself into me, fully seating himself inside me.

  I feel Zach line himself up with Giant Penis. “Devon. I can’t wait to see the look on Enzo’s face when I tell him all the shit we’re doing to you today.” He laughs menacingly and starts to work himself in as Giant Penis starts slowly pulling out and slowly back in.

  Enzo. How the hell does he know him? Then recognition flashes through me. Zach is Enzo’s partner.

  Chapter 29

  Brian

  “Sir, everything is being taken care of for the banquet in two weeks. All of the top solicitors will be here. The consensus is they’re excited to have a crack at your infamous daughter.” My assistant tells me all of this in a bored tone. Maybe I should put some excitement back in his life, let him have a crack at Devon himself. Lord knows I don’t ever give him free time to do anything, let alone get laid.

  “Could we not call her my daughter? For all intents and purposes, she is definitely not. Especially after I’ve had my dick in every hole of her body now.”

  “As you wish, sir,” he replies.

  “Evan, do you ever sound like anything other than bored?”

  “You don’t pay me to act happy, sir. You pay me because I’m the only person who doesn’t give a shit about what you do.” He blinks at me.

  “True. Good call. Well, why don’t you take some bread to Devon; see if she’ll eat. And while you’re there, why don’t you get your dick wet a little. Sample the goods … before she’s dead.” I smile at him.

  “Is that an order?”

  What an idiot. I’m telling him to go get laid and he acts like he doesn’t want it. “Yes, it’s a motherfucking order. Fucking do it!” Spittle flies out of my mouth as I yell at him. He doesn’t waste a single second, just turns on his heels, and heads out of my office and toward the kitchen. Two weeks. Two weeks and everything I’ve been waiting for will be happening.

  Chapter 30

  Devon

  After Zach and his friends leave, I’m alone in my room. I couldn’t have gotten up and walked out even if I wanted to. My whole body is sore, bruises covering almost every inch of me. No one has been in here since they left either. That was two days ago. I’m huddled on the bed, up against the headboard. As far away from the door as I can possibly get.

  A knock sounds at the door and then opens a second later. A guy holding a plate and a glass is walking toward the side table in here. After he places his items down on the table, he turns, closes the door, and locks it. And he stays in here. “Hi, Devon. I’m Evan.” He smiles and says, “That rhymed.”

  I’m so confused right now. This guy seems nice? “What do you want?” I bring my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. Not even caring that I’m naked and a new guy gets to see all of me.

  “Your father told me to bring you some food. Do you want to eat now or after?” Now or after, huh?

  “I’ll just eat after. Let’s get this over with. How do you want me?” I ask, ready to cooperate. I don�
�t need to be beaten anymore. At least not so soon after the last one.

  “Missionary is fine.” He starts to undress and I scoot down on the bed and lie back on the pillows. I close my eyes waiting for the inevitable. When he walks closer to the bed he asks, “Can you get me hard?”

  My eyes snap open. He’s asking me to get him hard? Not demanding me to? Oh, okay. I reach out and wrap my fingers firmly around him and start to stroke. He’s not as big as Giant Penis, but he’s well-endowed. I don’t think anything will hurt me now, though, after having two dicks inside my pussy at the same time.

  “I don’t want to do this just as much as you don’t want it.” And then he softly adds, “There are eyes everywhere here.” I look at his face and his eyes are subtly scanning around the room. What? Oh! There are cameras. Shit. So more witnesses to my humiliation.

  Once he deems he’s hard enough, he takes my hand away from him and climbs on the bed. I glance up at his face again, his face tight with what? It almost looks like it’s paining him to be here. Well, at least I’m not alone.

  He lines himself up and slowly works himself in, inch by inch. Once he’s all the way in, he braces both of his arms on either side of my head. He leans his head down like he’s going to nuzzle my neck, but instead he starts whispering to me.

  “Devon. Please understand that I really don’t want to do this. I’m an undercover detective. I know Enzo. The last time I talked to our captain, he told me Enzo doesn’t know I’m here. He would come in like a tornado and ruin everything.” I afraid to breathe, afraid that all my hope is going to go flying out the window.

  “If you can hold on a bit longer, we’re trying to get concrete stuff on everyone to bring them in. I don’t have access to the cameras to get the footage.” He doesn’t move his head away to look at my face.

  “But what about Zach?” I ask, my voice shaking.

  “Zach was hired after I got in here, so he doesn’t know who I am.” He’s still working himself in and out of me. He does lift his head now and kisses me. His lips are soft, not demanding, not bruising. Caring. He breaks away and half smiles. “Baez is going to kill me when he finds out what I’ve done.”

  “Probably.” I close my eyes, and I can’t help but enjoy the tenderness. Even if it isn’t with the person I want to be with.

  He raises up a little to get more leverage and starts thrusting into me a little harder. After a few thrust he starts groaning through his release. He leans down and steals one more kiss before pulling out of me. Shit. Evan is really handsome. If things were seriously different, and I hadn’t met Enzo first, I could see myself falling for him.

  He runs his hand over my pussy, spreading his come everywhere. I give him a look and he only shrugs. He leans forward again, talking against my lips, “I’m going to do what I can to be the only person that comes in here. Unfortunately, there is only so much I can do. Try to cooperate. I will get you out of here alive.” He kisses me thoroughly. Grinning, he says, “Have to make this believable.”

  He walks away from me then, grabbing his clothes as he goes, before walking out the door. My chance of seeing Enzo again just skyrocketed. Now I just have to still be me when I make it back to him.

  Chapter 31

  Enzo

  It’s been a week. I’m going out of my mind with worry. The captain put me on paid leave. Told me I was getting too emotionally involved. He told me to take some time off. Try to keep my mind busy. Easier said than done.

  I’m sitting at home on my couch staring mindlessly at the TV. Trying to figure out what I can do to help find my girl. Remy looks sad too. Poor guy keeps looking at the door every time there is a noise outside. Jesus, we’re both a wreck.

  Before I left work, I grabbed all the shit I had together to help Devon. It’s spread on the coffee table in front of me. Taunting me. I’m a detective; I should be able to find her. There is something not adding up, though. There is a huge piece of the puzzle I’m missing.

  I need to call my partner and see if they found out anything new. I know he won’t tell the captain that I called, or that I’m not leaving it alone. I can’t just sit here. I’ll go crazy. My girl is a fighter, so there is no question in my mind that she will be coming home. I’m just sad she doesn’t have more people who want to find her.

  I standing up from my couch, then make my way upstairs to my room. I flop down on my bed. Remy follows close behind. He jumps up and curls up on the pillow on the other side. He’s looks like he’s telling me I need to get up and do something.

  I run my hand over his head and he gets a look of bliss. “I know, buddy. I’m doing everything I can to find her. I just don’t know what I’m missing.” Grabbing my phone out of my pocket with my free hand, I pull up my texts and send one to Zach.

  Me: Hey man, have you found anything else yet?

  Zach: No, we’re still trying to connect the dots of what she left you.

  Fuck. I don’t even know what to do with this.

  My phone beeps again.

  Unknown: Hello, Detective Baez. How’s your girl doing?

  My blood runs cold. I abruptly sit up in bed.

  Me: Who the fuck is this?

  Unknown: You have plenty of time to figure that out. All you need to worry about now is what you’re going to do to get her back. Alive.

  Me: What do you want?

  Unknown: I have it on good authority that your department is trying to put together a case against us. Do what you have to do to make it disappear.

  Someone close to the investigation is definitely working with them. We need to figure out who it is. Like yesterday.

  Unknown: I’m also having you watched, so don’t do anything stupid.

  Me: So you don’t want me to do anything stupid. Got it. I know getting her back isn’t going to be that simple. So, besides getting this case to go away, what else do you want?

  Unknown: We will discuss the next step once you make this go away. You have one day to accomplish this. At the end of this week, she will be dead if you fail.

  Okay, so he’s probably planning on killing her whether I successfully cover this up or not.

  Me: I will text you when it’s done.

  Fuck my goddamned life! I jump off the bed, rushing around to grab clothes. I have to get down to the station. I’m going to be honest with the captain about it. I know he’ll help me cover it up without telling anyone else what’s going on.

  **

  After breaking just about every speed limit between my house and the station, I throw my truck in park once I’m halfway in a parking spot. I run into the station, weaving between officers who are walking and milling around. Getting strange looks from everyone doesn’t stop me, though. I’m on a mission.

  When I reach the captain’s office, I barge in without knocking. He stands in a fury and yells, “Baez! What the fuck are you doing? Don’t you know how to knock?”

  “Sir, I’m sorry. But whoever has Devon texted me today,” I say in one big run-on sentence.

  “What? How did they get your number?” He’s pissed. Good. I’m not the only one.

  “Well, after you read it, you’ll know exactly how he got my number. Someone is for sure giving our intel to them,” I tell him.

  “Give me the fucking phone,” he demands. I hand it over and watch his face, which gives away nothing. I know he’s going to help me. But until we can find out who our mole is, it’s me and him against who knows how many.

  Chapter 32

  Devon

  After the door shut behind Evan, I was only given a short reprieve before my father came for me. I wasn’t tied down to the bed at all anymore, so when he walked in, he came straight to me, grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me behind him. I tried like hell to keep my footing but kept stumbling around.

  I didn’t realize how big the house was, but I wasn’t given an opportunity to investigate while being dragged. When we got to a staircase, he pulled me straight up in front of him.

  “I talked to your boy
friend today.” I feel my eyes widen at his words, and then his next crush me. “He thinks he has a chance to save you. I’m going to bring him here under the pretense of him rescuing you. I’m going to make him fuck you in front of everyone, and he’s going to kill you himself. Then I’m going to put a bullet in between his eyes.”

  “What?” I shriek.

  “You messing around with a fucking detective is really putting a damper on my mood. I was so excited to finally have you under my roof and to fucking kill you myself! Then you had to bring him into all of this.” He’s snarling at me and all of a sudden, he brings his other hand up and pushes me down the stairs.

  Have you ever had a slow-motion moment? Where everything stops except what is happening to you? That’s what happens right now, until I make contact with the stairs. When I make contact with the steps, pain laces through my shoulder and arm. I cry out, trying to protect my head as I tumble down. It’s all in vain, though, because the minute I make it to the bottom of the steps, I’m grabbed by a pair of guys I’ve never seen. I’m in so much pain from falling, I can’t even try to get loose. I just let them carry me as I try to breathe through the pain.

  I’m being placed on top of a cold surface. I look around and realize that I’m in what looks to be a dining room in a normal house. But in this hell hole it’s empty except for the exam-table-like thing. And to no surprise, there are restraints! I’m secured to the table and then the two guys stand back.

  I look around more, trying to get my bearings. My father is in here, along with Preston, Zach, Evan, and six other people I don’t know.

  “My darling.” His attitude change is giving me whiplash. “Your detective has requested proof that you’re alive. So we’re going to play a little game. It’s called ‘what all can we do to Devon before she screams.’”

  Excuse me? “You have to keep your mouth shut. No matter what we do to you. If you make a noise, whatever we’re doing is going to get significantly worse. Do you understand?”