Warrant

by S. L. Schiefer

  I watch as Preston spreads the girl’s ass cheeks apart and leans down to lick her anus. Pushing a finger, then two in and roughly working them in and out of her. He crouches down and shoves his dick into Devon’s pussy. I see her tear her mouth away and let a deep moan, “Fuck me, Preston. Fuck me hard.” Her voice breathy from being all worked up.

  Preston switches between fucking both of the girls while they fondle each other’s breasts and make out. The girl on her knees in front of me has long since finished me off. And she has two guys working her over.

  This is like some twisted family orgy. I laugh out loud and turn and walk out. I’m going to leave them to enjoy themselves. Not much longer and they won’t have Devon to play with. Best to let them get it out of their systems now.

  Chapter 44

  Devon

  Ew. Ew. Ew! That is the only thing running through my mind right now. I was forced to eat a girl out, again, and then had some girl going down on me. My traitorous body responded to everything. My body and I are going to have a long ass chat about this shit.

  Preston is still fucking both me and the girl lying on top of me. Pumping into me a few times then switching to her pussy. He also has his fingers in her ass. Sweat is dripping down his forehead, mixing with everything. My body is covered in a sheen of sweat from having this girl on top of me. I need to get her away from me. This show has gone on long enough.

  “I want someone to fuck me and me alone,” I moan, trying to be overdramatic. Hopefully I’ll get Preston alone. He hasn’t been mean to me when he’s been alone with me.

  Preston breaks his pace while he’s buried in me when I speak. He glances around the room to see who isn’t occupied. When he finds someone, the next words out of his mouth surprise me. “Zach, help this girl off of Devon then come back here and let’s shut her up since she wants someone to just fuck her.”

  Goddammit. That’s not what I wanted. Preston keeps slamming into me, not even paying attention to what he’s doing. Zach helps the girl off me, her hands grabbing my breasts to help keep her balance. Awkward.

  Once she’s off and ambling off to a different part of the house, I turn my attention to Zach whose erection is pointing at me like a compass. He looks at Preston for direction. “Where do you want me?”

  Preston, still slamming into me, looks me over and says, “What hole do you want? I’m about to come.”

  “Well, if you’re almost done I’ll just wait.” He starts stroking his cock while looking at Preston, who is thrusting in and out of me. Jesus, let’s just get this over with.

  “Ohhh, Preston. Give it to me. Give me all your come.” He starts fucking me harder than before. I continue my act, trying to spur him on. Soon he growls his release. Great, one down, one to go.

  “Alright, man. She’s all yours. I’m going to get everyone out of here.” Preston shoves himself back in his pants and walks toward the door, motioning for everyone to leave as he goes.

  “Okay, sweetheart. I need you up on the desk for me.” I try to stand up, but my legs are super wobbly and they feel like jelly. He holds out his hand for me, a tender gesture on his part. I take it, hesitantly, letting him help me to the desk. Once there, he helps prop me up on the edge. Placing his hand in the center of my chest, he pushes me back.

  Satisfied that I’m where he wants me, he pulls the chair up and sits down in it. He grabs my feet in each hand, and places one foot on each armrest of the chair. He gently runs his hands up the inside of my thighs, starting at my knees.

  This side of him is confusing. Each time he gets to fuck me, he’s a little bit softer. It makes it easier to hate him when he’s mean and brutal. I’m almost positive that this is how people end up with Stockholm syndrome. It can really fuck with someone’s head when their captors start showing affection toward them. And when they’re ripped out of this illusion of existence they’re left wondering what they did to fuck everything up. Like it’s the captive’s fault they were taken from their life, broken to a point they think they love their captor, then torn away from their new realty then placed back into a world that has no color.

  No wonder therapists make so much money. Maybe at some point I will go back to school, study psychology, and help women who have been where I am.

  Zach licking me from bottom to top breaks me out of my head. He swirls his tongue around my clit, then sucks it into his into his mouth. Trying to not let this affect me is making my body shake uncontrollably. There are only so many times I can keep myself from having an orgasm before I start to feel like I’m dying.

  “C’mon, baby, moan for me. I know you want this; I know you want me. You want my fat cock in your tight pussy.” He pushes his long finger into me, slowly fucking me with his finger while his tongue laps at me.

  “Mmm, Zach, I need your cock. Please fuck me. Fuck me so hard.” This is torture. He is trying to make me come before he fucks me. He adds two more fingers, hooking them inside of me hitting my G-spot. Making me let out a real moan. I clench my hands around the edge of the desk, and raise my hips to push my pussy onto his face. I’m grinding on him to try to find my release.

  He lets out grunts of approval. Letting me know he enjoys me enjoying this. Which makes me more fucked up. I can feel my body tightening up all over, then exploding. I cry out from the intensity of it. My whole body is trembling. I open my eyes when I realize Zach isn’t licking me anymore. I gaze down at him and see the smug look he has on his face.

  “That was amazing, sweetheart. Do you have another one in you?” I’m so wet that when he slides his fingers back in me, a suction sound is coming from my pussy. “Baby, god, you’re so fucking wet. I could slide my cock in with no resistance.”

  He stands up from the chair, pulling his fingers free of my pussy, and starts pulling his pants down. “I want to fuck your titties. I want my cock so deep in your pussy. I want all of it with you.”

  Everything he just said makes me want to crawl out of my skin. No one in this house should be saying that.

  “I think I’m going to put my fist in your pussy and my dick in your ass.” Um. What the hell? I have to divert his line of thinking. Right now.

  “I want your cock in my pussy, Zach. Fuck me. Fuck me like you want to rip me in half.” I really want none of this. He grabs his cock and rubs the engorged head up and down my slit, then pushes all the way into my pussy, pumping into me a couple times.

  “Oh, baby. Your pussy loves my cock. You can’t get enough of it. No one could ever give you what I give you. No one,” he yells. I’m sure Enzo could give me exactly what I want, without a doubt.

  He pulls out of my pussy and lines himself up with my ass. My juices are slipping down from my pussy so I’m already lubed for him. He pushes all the way in with little resistance. Zach pushes two fingers into my pussy and works on stretching me. “You’ve had two dicks in here at the same time, you will be fine. Stop tensing,” he cajoles. Working a third finger into me, I start to breathe through the pain. It feels like he’s spreading his fingers inside me. I can feel my walls stretching for him. Allowing him to do whatever he wants. He starts to pull his hips away from me, coming out of my ass a little bit before he slams back into me. This drags my attention away from the pain he’s causing in my core.

  My body starts to hum in response to him. I can barely feel any pain from my pussy now. I open my eyes and lift my head again. Zach has somehow worked his whole hand into me. He’s letting his arm rest without moving it.

  “Ohhh my God.” What the fuck? The fact that this feels somewhat good, him filling me like he is, has me silently panicking. What kind of person does that make me?

  “Devon. Look at me.” Each word is punctuated with a thrust of his hips. Opening my eyes, I find his. “Baby, if I could save you from all this, I would. I would take you away from here. Live someplace where no one can find us, and keep you as my sex slave. I would be so good to you.” Every time his hips thrust home, it moves his arm a tiny bit.

  “I wouldn’t ever
hurt you. You would be treated like the queen you are.” I blink. I know, deep down, that I shouldn’t even be close to considering convincing him to get me out of here. That I shouldn’t be thinking about trying to escape with the enemy. But what if Enzo and his team fail? What if I die before they even have a chance to save me? I would rather be alive. I would rather have a shot at escaping from one guy than a whole house full of people.

  It’s then that I decide that I need to trust myself to get out of here. I can’t let my life rest in the hands of something uncertain.

  “Zach, baby,” I moan and gyrate my hips while he thrusts. “Take me away from here. I’m yours. My body belongs to you. Only you.” I plead with him. Hoping my face shows what my words are trying to tell him.

  “Are you sure? You don’t know what you’re asking me to do, baby.” A soft look crosses his face. He pulls his hand out of me, leaving me feeling empty. He takes his cock out of my ass and runs his hands up my body before grabbing my arms. He pulls me to a sitting position. He places my arms around his neck and I stand up. His arms go under my ass and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him.

  He turns away from the desk and begins walking out of the room. He’s just staring at me. He looks down, though, once we hit the stairs. We’re going back to my room. When we walk through the door, he turns and kicks it shut with his foot. Walking me toward the bed, he lays me down gently on top of it. Still holding my legs around him.

  “Did you mean it?” he asks. “Do you really want to be mine?”

  Well, shit. I hope he isn’t looking for a declaration of love or something.

  “Yes, Zach. I need to be yours.” He doesn’t say another word, he just reaches between us and guides himself into me again. He lies down on top of me, keeping his weight on his arms now. And when he starts slowly thrusting in and out of me, keeping his eyes locked on mine the whole time.

  It feels like he can see straight through me. His eyes are searching mine for some answers I don’t have. He leans down and starts kissing me. Closing his eyes, he kisses me like I am the air he breathes.

  “Oh, Devon. You’re going to be so happy with me,” he whispers against my lips. He keeps slowly fucking me. I’m sure he thinks he is making love to me. And I have to go along with it.

  Fuck me. Literally.

  Chapter 45

  Matt

  It’s Friday, less than twenty-four hours until everything is set to go down. Devon has kept her side of things calm, not freaking out anymore. She’s acting like she’s broken. But I know better. I also know she has a gun in her room.

  I’m running around today, finalizing details for tomorrow. The food, drinks, and all the props Brian wants. This is so fucked up on so many different levels. I cannot believe she is going to have to go through some of what they actually have planned before the crew comes storming in.

  It breaks my heart because she could actually break from what they have planned. And I don’t want that. I need her whole. I need her to still be her or Enzo will kill me. I have no doubt in my mind that he will rip my heart out.

  Chapter 46

  Enzo

  I am going out of my goddamned mind. I need my girl home with me now. I’ve gone to the captain multiple times, trying to talk him into going in earlier, but each time he tells me no. Tells me we have to stick to our plan or things could go seriously wrong.

  I’ve been into the station a couple times to the shooting range we have set up in the basement, taking my aggression out on something.

  I’ve moved some more of Devon’s shit into my house. I bought a bunch of paint and repainted my room a more neutral color, bought new sheets, and even dusted. Trying to do something nice for Devon. Something she can call home for a while.

  The dog has confiscated the one pillow as his own, sleeping with it all the time. He will carry it through the house with him too.

  He is as bad as me.

  I’m sitting out on the back patio at my house. Looking at the mess of shit I have back here, I could get up and try to get it somewhat organized. But I have no desire to do much of anything right now. I have less than a day to get myself fucking together to go in and get Devon. Maybe I’ll call my mom, she always puts my mind at ease.

  I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial my mom’s number. It only rings a couple times before she answers.

  “My boy!” she says in her accented voice. “How are you?”

  “I’m okay, Mama. I need to talk to you, though,” I tell her.

  “What’s wrong, Enzo? Is it that girl?” she asks. I already told her about Devon, before everything happened.

  “Yeah. Devon. I have a lot to fill you in on, Mama. Are you sitting down? This could take a while.”

  “Yeah, out with it. Just tell your mama what’s going on.” It’s so easy to sit down and hope that your parents will be able to steer you in the right direction. Every kid needs that and sometimes as adults, we need that extra push.

  “Mama, Devon had a hard life. Her mom was a prostitute, and then she was killed when Devon turned eighteen. Fast forward a couple years and Devon is a prostitute, but has been trying to figure out how to get out of it. I ran into her a couple times and just about shit myself from how absolutely gorgeous she is.”

  “I understand you’re telling me a story, but you will watch your language,” she says sternly. And I almost laugh out loud, but catch myself.

  “Okay, Mama. Sorry. After trying to get her to go out with me, she sends me a text from a different phone number saying she needed to talk to me. We met up, and she told me everything that night. Since then I’ve been trying to help her. But I just found out that it was her Dad that abducted her and has been raping her. Also almost every guy in the house has used her.”

  Her gasp is audible through the phone. “That poor girl. So what are guys doing to get her back?”

  I fill her in on some of the plan, trying to leave out that I will go in alone to save her. “I’m going to do everything I can to bring her home. Mama, she’s it for me. I will do whatever she needs to help her through this. To help her be able to move past this, so her and I can have a life together.”

  “When she is better and able, you will bring her down here for me to meet her, you hear me? And when you get down here I will give you your abuela’s ring she left for you.”

  I didn’t know she left me her ring, but I remember thinking how beautiful it was whenever I saw it. It would be perfect on Devon’s finger. “Thanks, Mama. I need to work her up to that. I need for her to be okay with us.”

  “Well, of course she’s going to be okay with you. You’re quite the catch, my son.”

  I laugh and exchange a few more pleasantries with her before we get off the phone. And she makes me promise, again, that as soon as Devon’s able I’ll bring her down there.

  Chapter 47

  Preston

  I need to get my head in the game. Even though I’ve known Devon for a while now, I really don’t think she deserves to die because of her mom. My stepfather is fucked in the head. I mean, I am too, but … at least I don’t want to kill her. I would be fine letting her continue to work for us.

  But I’m not the boss for a reason. I’m too weak to make those decisions. I’ve never made the call to kill someone, that’s always been Brian.

  Brian left early this morning, to do what, I couldn’t tell you. I’m supervising the cleaning crew, to make sure they don’t get into anything they shouldn’t. I’m scrolling around on Facebook on my iPad, trying to pass some time. I’m bored as fuck, though. If the cleaning crew wasn’t here, I would go up and fuck Devon. Hmm … maybe I’ll go and talk to her. See how she’s doing.

  I place my iPad down on the desk, then head upstairs. I knock on the door of her room before I open the door. Devon is sitting on her bed with her back against the headboard. She just looks at me with blank eyes. I sigh.

  “Hey, Devon. How are you today?” She’s wearing a T-shirt and a pair of my boxers. She doesn’t a
nswer me, though. She stands up from the bed and slips the boxers down her legs. She then turns around and bends over the bed. I’m kind of shocked right now. She really thinks this is the only reason why we want her here. I mean, it is, but it isn’t.

  “Devon. Put the boxers back on,” I tell her in a soft voice.

  She glances over her shoulder at me. “Can we just get this over with?” She turns back around and leans her head down on the covers. Fine. I’m not going to pass up a free fuck.

  I undo my belt and jeans, dropping them as I walk up behind her. I spit in my hand, getting my dick wet for her. I push into her, taking her hard and fast. I can hear myself groaning from the feel of her around me. So tight and so hot. I look down to watch myself slide in and out of her, my dick shining from her wetness.

  I smack her ass, leaving a red handprint. I look at her. Her head is resting on her arms. She looks … uninterested. Not that she has enjoyed anything that we’ve done to her. I stop thrusting and pull out. That grabs her attention.

  “Devon. What’s wrong?” She rolls her eyes up to my face, giving me an indecipherable look.

  “I’m just a hole for you guys. I don’t matter. Use me. It’s why I’m here.” I blink at her. I’m stunned silent. I stumble away from her. Growling. I’ll fucking take what I want. She can’t fuck with my head.

  I walk back toward her and shove into her again. Taking her harder than before. Grabbing her ass checks, digging in with my nails so hard they’re going to leave marks. How dare she try to get in my head and make me feel bad for using her. That is why she is here. And not for much longer. She’s starting to break. I can feel it. It’s nice to have a willing hole to get my dick wet in.