Martyrs (Forced by Consent Book 3)

by Close, Amanda

  He watched as tongues licked clits and lips pursed around perfect pink nipples. Tae’s erection throbbed with need as he watched fingers probe and massage even as they penetrated and explored. His breath was shallow in his chest as he witnessed a more beautiful lesbian sexual encounter, or any sexual encounter for that matter, unfold than he’d thought possible. They were perfect in their beauty, relentless in their attentions upon one another, and utterly frozen in their passions. He felt as if he was witnessing glaciers of ice grinding sensually against one another, each having disguised itself as a pale-skinned blonde in her late teens or early twenties.

  As he watched Tae realized that nothing in his life had mattered beyond its contribution to delivering him into their presence at this moment, and in that he found joy. He loved them, unknowable as they were, and he loved completely and without reservation or agenda. His meager human mind could neither articulate the vastness of his desire for them nor the depth of his hunger for satisfaction within their flesh.

  Tae had never been much of a religious man, and in all honesty the closest he’d ever felt to having a sense of spirituality had been in the House of Red and Black. He liked the discipline mixed with the ceaseless punishment sex, and it spoke to his soul. Beyond that he’d not felt much of divinity in his short and hard life. When the first blonde rolled off of her lover and lay on her back to look across the road at him Tae felt something entirely new.

  The sheer power of her gaze struck him like a lightning bolt, and when the second rose onto all fours to look upon him he felt as if his flesh could barely contain the energy of the sight. Finally the third stood up and as the satin fell from her waist to reveal her womanhood Tae realized that he was in the presence of something vastly inhuman, despite all appearances. The fighter wondered if he was in the presence of gods, or perhaps forces of nature, though whatever the truth of their being he knew they were quite beyond human.

  PUNISH WHAT YOU FIND THERE

  He recalled the missive, and wondered for a brief moment if he’d remembered on his own or been pushed by the will of the three women on the road below.

  Tae had never been intimidated by women, even during his brief time as an awkward teenager. Surely he had found difficulty in meeting his sexual needs, given his penchant for punishment, though being intimidated was an entirely new sensation. Tae’s erection threatened to burst with orgasm from the simple sight of the women, and the fighter discovered that being intimidated was an aphrodisiac to him.

  All thoughts and memories of the bed sisters paled in comparison to the three who waited on the road.

  Natasha faded from his mind, the particular loveliness of her struggles washed away by the inviting curves of the blondes. Satu, the leggy pack sister he’d abused in the shower, was no longer someone he secretly hoped would lose her next fight. Even Aura Sinclair, the tight little brawler he’d forced to bite the bars of her own cage before fucking her ass so hard she chipped a tooth, was gone from him. All that remained was the terrible knowledge that no matter what he dished out these three women could take it and so much more.

  Violence boiled in him just as powerfully as sexuality, and he realized in that moment that for him fighting and fucking met the same need. He was certain, by what mechanism he could not fathom, that if he held back even in the slightest, with his sex or his violence, that his life would be forfeit. This was indeed his moment.

  Tae felt as if his awareness was just outside his body as he found the courage to stride forth from the tree line and walk towards the three women. When he came within arm’s reach of them he stopped, and looked at each as he kicked off his shoes, socks, and removed his shirt. If he was going to do this he was going to approach without any weapons or armor but what his body could provide. Tae’s lubricant bracelets fell to the ground at his feet, and he looked at the women each in turn, then stepped forward.

  Tae reached out with his left hand and gripped a handful of the first blonde’s flowing hair and yanked her head back as he drew her to him. The fighter kissed her more deeply than he had kissed anyone, and did so with more love in his heart than ever before. As their lips parted Tae balled up his fist and punched the blonde in her midsection as hard as he could.

  The women made no sound, though from her expression he could see that she was hurt. Tae had never punched a woman, though he’d always wanted to. He knew how strong he was, how dangerous he could be, and somehow he knew that they could take it. The woman raised her head and locked eyes with him just before he punched her a second time, and she was coldly expressionless. The third punch made her knees buckle and she knelt down in front of him as he kept a firm grip on her hair. It was the most natural thing in the world for him to shove his cock between her lips and down her throat, and as he rammed himself in and out of the kneeling blonde’s mouth he extended an open hand to the other two blondes who stood nearby.

  The two of them approached and Tae snatched the hair of the nearest and forced her to her knees even as he moved his legs so that her face was between his legs. The blonde seemed to know what he wanted and opened her mouth to accept his balls, taking the whole scrotum in her mouth as Tae stood over her. The fighter soon released his grip on the two blondes on their knees and grasped the third by her arm to pull her towards him.

  He kissed her deeply as the other two dutifully sucked his cock and balls. Near the end of the kiss Tae found that he wanted to do nothing more than break the woman, and his hands found their way around her throat. The fighter began squeezing and soon he could see that the blonde couldn’t breathe. If the other two blondes on their knees noticed or cared what was happening to the third they seemed not to react as they continued to worship his manhood with their mouths.

  Tae moved one hand down the gasping blonde’s body and slid his fingers into her pussy as he throttled her with his other hand. She was dripping wet from the sex with the other two, and Tae began fingering her relentlessly. The woman did not fight him, did not struggle at all, though eventually her body began to spasm as her oxygen finally ran out. Tae continued to finger her for a few moments before letting go, and she fell to the ground while still jerking from the spasms. Tae looked down and pulled his prick out of one blonde’s mouth and forced it down the throat of the other as he made the former to suckle his balls.

  He felt so powerful, and yet he knew it was power these women were giving him. Tae watched the throttled blonde writhe and gasp on the satin cloth that covered the ground and knew that he was going to hurt her again. His attention was taken back to his cock as he realized that he’d unconsciously been holding the blonde’s head down on his erection, preventing her from coming up for air.

  Tae yanked her hair back and punched her in the face so hard that he saw the telltale line of blood on the center of her face that told him he’d broken her nose. The woman went limp from the shock of the punch, and yet Tae found that he wanted to hit her again, so he did. The violence in him erupted like a volcano and as the blonde fell to the ground with blood leaking from her face he looked down at the blonde who still suckled his balls. Tae and the blonde stared at each other for a long time, how long he could not tell, before he acted.

  The fighter palmed her face and shoved her to the ground, and then pulled up enough of the slack of the satin ground cover to allow him to bind her hands above her head. As the blonde lay on her back Tae used his hands to push back her thighs and roughly enter her sex-slick pussy. As the fighter pumped himself in and out of her the blonde looped her bound hands around Tae, partially covering him in the black satin. Tae was going as wildly as he possibly could, and knew from experience that his ten hard inches were wrecking her insides. All three of the blondes couldn’t have been more than five foot three or five foot four and despite their voluptuous breasts and delicious curves couldn’t have weight more than a hundred pounds each. There was no way that the blonde who silently moaned beneath him wasn’t suffering. However, Tae thought darkly, she wasn’t suffering enough.

  Tr
ue to form, the fighter decided to punch her in the face, and then continued to fuck her limp and seemingly unconscious body until he saw that the blonde he’d choked had returned to her feet. It was a challenge, brazen and bold, and Tae was happy to meet it. The fighter stood and began stroking his huge member as the blonde walked towards him. When she came within arm’s reach he sprang forward and kicked her in the kneecap. Tae had been a fighter for a long time, and knew how to deliver a devastating leg strike. The blond fell to the ground in a heap, and before she could recover Tae hauled her by the hair and arm on top of the prone form of the blonde he’d just been fucking. The blonde landed on her back across her lover and in seconds Tae was inside her. The fighter pressed down with his thrusts and pushed the blonde’s bodies together as he fucked the one on top. Just for good measure he throttled her into unconsciousness once more as he plowed into her.

  Tae was amazed that he had not achieved orgasm yet, as this was easily the most violent and sexually incredible experience he’d ever had in his life.

  Tae thought of himself as a good man, and despite his craven desire to sexually abuse women his kink was to punish willing women. Rape was as foreign and offensive a concept to him as other good men. Though such did not stop him from wanting to hurt his lovers, all that had stopped him in the past was the limitations of the human body. Somehow he knew, from balls to bones, that these women were beyond human. The blonde whose nose he’d broken finally got to her feet and walked towards him.

  She reminded him of his short time in Bible school as a child, when his mother insisted and he was of an age where he could not refuse. The stories of the Christian martyrs had always moved him, where little else had. There was something pure in that willing sacrifice for a higher ideal. He’d hurt her badly, and the blood from her broken nose ran bright red down her succulent breasts, across her flat stomach, over her curvy hips, and left droplets from her feet on the ground. It was in that moment, as the wounded woman approached him absolute willingness, perfect humility, and burning passion that Tae realized what was happening here.

  They really were martyrs. For what cause he could not imagine, though he knew it as absolute truth in his heart. He was the lion and they were the believers. This was a role he was prepared to fill, and the fighter took the blonde by the wrist and pushed her facedown on top of the other two blondes. Even with all three of the women stacked on top of each other Tae was larger, and he towered over them as he alternated between fucking each one. The fighter was so caught up in the moment that he ceased to differentiate between vaginal and anal, all that mattered was that he was inside one of them at all times even as he worked the others with his fingers.

  Tae was a cocksman without peer, spurred onwards by the divine presence of the three mysterious blondes he was punishing, though even he reached a point where orgasm was something he couldn’t keep at bay any longer. When the sensation hit him Tae was in the process of slamming his massive cock inside the top blonde’s tight asshole, and he pulled out. The fighter rushed over to the front of the pile and shoved his cock into the mouth of the blonde with the broken nose. As always Tae’s orgasm was as bountiful as it was powerful, and there was so much cum and hard meat in the top blonde’s mouth that she gagged. When she spit up Tae’s incredible load the semen poured from her mouth into the waiting mouth of the blonde beneath her, who then turned her head and spit some of it into the mouth of the blonde on the bottom. As Tae stood over them the three blondes swallowed the cum still in their mouths even as much of it mixed with the blood that had dripped down onto their faces from the top blonde’s broken nose.

  The mere sight of the three bloody and cum-covered blondes made Tae take a step back, and the moment his bare feet left the black satin ground cover he felt as if he were falling. The fighter blacked out, and when he came too he was alone and naked on the forest road. Snow had piled up all around him, and he was wracked with the freezing cold against his naked flesh. He scampered to find and don his boots and shirt, confused and freezing, and looked all around him for a sign of the three blonde women and their satin ground cover. They were nowhere to be found, and in the trackless snow Tae began to wonder in his rapidly chilling delirium if he’d imagined the entire encounter. That could not be, he thought to himself as he ran through the forest towards the House, because his knuckles were cracked and bloody from the punching and his cock was slick and sore from the fucking.

  When Tae reached the main House he was aghast at what he saw. The vast stone mansion was decrepit and abandoned, inside and out. It was the pure rush of adrenaline, fear, and confusion that kept Tae warm over the next hour as he searched the drafty mansion for any signs of inhabitation. The entire building was empty save for decayed furniture, broken windows, and cobwebs. Whether it was the cold or his fatigue, Tae could only think to seek out his personal chamber. Perhaps he could find a bed there, or a blanket, something to keep him warm and soothe his frayed nerves. The functionality and admittedly bdsm glamour of his black t-shirt and boots did little to protect him from the cold of the fresh winter storm or the terrible disorientation of finding the House abandoned.

  When Tae opened the door to his chamber he saw, much to his relief and deepening bewilderment, a stack of supplies on his former bed. There was a set of thermals, sweatpants, long sleeve shirt, shoes, boots, a knit skullcap, and several woolen blankets. In addition to the clothing and warm blankets he found a satchel of food and water along with a road map, compass, candles, a stack of twenty dollar bills, and a pre-paid debit card with his name on it.

  As the sun was setting Tae was beginning to feel sharper after food and warmth, and was determined to solve the mystery put before him. The fighter gathered his supplies, lit a candle, and then made his way to the office of the Sovereign Lady. When he pushed the door open he was oddly not surprised to find the room vacant and abandoned. However, just before he turned to go he saw a simple parchment scroll sitting on the Lady’s desk alongside a manila envelope. He set the candle on the desk and unfurled the scroll so that he could read its contents.

  SOME MYSTERIES DO NOT WISH TO BE SOLVED

  OTHERS DEMAND THE MOST PUNISHING SCRUTINY

  THERE ARE POWERS THAT MOVE IN THE DEEP

  A WAR IS BEING WAGED BEHIND THINGS

  THE HOUSE OF RED AND BLACK AWAITS YOU IN PRAGUE

  Inside the manila envelope was a passport bearing Tae’s information and a photograph of his face that he could not recall taking. There was a burner cellphone with enough minutes for one phone call, along with a glossy business card for a limousine company that Tae recognized as the service usually retained by the House. There was also a small packet containing a plane ticket to Prague, in the Czech Republic, leaving in two days. Alongside that was a place ticket to New Orleans, leaving on the same day as the flight to Prague, and Tae knew he had to make a choice.