Avery turned his head away and closed his eyes. “You know I do,” he mumbled.
“Then, all you have to do is to tell me how you’re going to influence me into getting you out.”
“Bring. Me. To. Our new toy,” Avery stammered, between ragged breaths.
“Now, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
Aaron removed Avery’s collar and chains, and pulled Avery to his feet. “I know you’re weak, but you’re going to have to dig deep to find enough strength to get out of here and back into the house. I’ll help you.”
Aaron had difficulty helping his weakened friend up the ladder and back into the house. Once he’d been cleaned up, watered, fed and given a few days to rest, Avery would be good as new. Worthy enough to play with his toy.
Martina stood in front of her husband and Avery, her head buzzing with conflicting desires.
She stared at them, and couldn’t decide who looked more delicious, Avery, with his dark good looks, piercing blue eyes and svelte physique. Or Aaron, with his fair complexion, lush flaxen hair, intense green eyes and chiseled body and irresistible rose tattoo. They were hard to resist.
Aaron blindfolded them and led them into the dark, warm night. The warm breeze caressed her bare flesh, tantalizing her erogenous zones and preparing her for whatever delights her husband had in store. When Aaron took their blindfolds off, Martina noticed that her husband had led them to an open meadow.
She protested, afraid of who might come by while they were performing acts best kept for the bedroom. She relaxed when Aaron explained it was a clearing located on their own grounds.
Now here her playthings lay on the grass. The full moon bathed their bodies and prominent arousals, tempting her, daring her to choose. She felt light headed, happy, and lustful.
“Come on, baby, you have to choose which one of us you want first,” her husband teased as he stroked his thick member.
“Yes, you will have to choose, Martina, and please, do it soon.” Avery’s voice was deep and husky, and made her wet between her legs.
She stepped forward. The heels of her fuchsia ‘fuck me’ shoes sunk into the plush grass.
Martina looked from one to the other. Her mouth watered, but she decided that she wanted to take her time. She decided to play along and beat them at their game. Their sultry toy raised her leg on to the edge and opened her legs just enough for them to have a peek at her most intimate flesh. She danced her hand up her leg, slow and deliberate, until she reached the apex of her inner thigh. She plunged her fingers deep inside, thrusting them in and out.
Martina moaned and she heard Aaron and Avery suck in a breath. She continued to thrust, leaving her lovers staring, transfixed. Soon, her pussy was slick with her juices. Pulling her dripping fingers out, she brought them to her mouth and sucked the honey sweetness while looking at them with half-lidded eyes.
“Mmm...so you want me to choose?” She sashayed over to her lovers, running her hands down their chests. “Thing is, boys, I can’t and won’t choose between you. I want you both to fuck me at the same time.”
Martina yelped with surprise. Avery was the first to whisk her into his arms. He threw her down onto the ground and straddled her. She couldn’t help but feel disappointment as her husband remained.
“I said I wanted the both of you at the same time,” she demanded as she pulled her husband to her.
“Okay, it looks like our toy wants to play with us. So, how do you think we should handle this situation, Avery?”
Martina stared up at Avery, offering him a lustful smile. “Yes, Avery, how are you going to handle this?”
“I think our toy has stepped out of bounds. Our toy is here to pleasure us.”
Martina smiled seductively at her playmates. “Here I thought we were playing for mutual pleasure.”
Her husband reached down and pulled his wife to him. “Yes, but our pleasure will be your pleasure. Just wait. Now, are you going to be a good girl and do what we say?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect. Kneel before us and spread your legs enough for us to see your pussy. Then arch your back until your hair touches your creamy round ass. Close your eyes and part your lips.”
Martina could feel Aaron’s and Avery’s burning stares. She sensed her nipples being pinched as a smooth palm ran over her sensitized peaks. Then the sensation of a warm, wet mouth suckling, until she groaned with desire. Suddenly, Martina sensed something cool and wet shower over her body, soothing her flaming skin. “Mmm, that feels wonderful! Are you pouring water over me, lovers?”
“No, my love. Your masters are not pouring water over that fuckable body, it’s raining.” Avery pressed his lips to hers and licked the raindrops from her navel.
“Candy Angel, I need you to play with your pussy.”
Obeying his command, Martina dipped her fingers into her moistness and flicked lovingly over her clit as her other fingers thrust rhythmically. Her desire coiled at the base of her stomach, her climax peaking when Martina’s hand was gently removed from her sex.
She was pushed to her knees and her legs were spread apart. She gasped with the sensation of something long, hard and slippery deep within her pussy. Something was warm and wet against her buttocks.
“Ahh! Mmm.”
“Open your eyes, my sweet Candy Angel.”
Martina’s eyes fluttered opened to see her husband seductively smile at her.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re playing with our toy. Why don’t you look down and see what we’re doing to yourself?”
Martina glanced down to see Avery slowly insert a large white vibrator into her depths. Aaron flicked the tip of his tongue inside of her puckered hole. Avery removed the vibrator and ordered Aaron to stop. He grasped Martina by the waist and pulled her on top of him, slamming into her.
Aaron proved to be gentler, as she barely felt the firm pressure of his entry. She relaxed into the sting of the stretch. Martina’s body accepted her second lover fully as he began to move.
She was so overcome that she was reduced to panting mewls. Aaron grasped her hair and pulled her upright, with her back flush to his muscled chest.
“You love that, don’t you, whore? Do you love my cock in that little hole of yours? Do you love Avery’s thick member filling you to the hilt and making that pussy purr?” Aaron continued to assault her tiny hole.
Avery punished her pussy with each erotic stroke, making it impossible for her to respond with more than, “Mmm...ah.”
She sensed herself falling under the intensity of their combined thrusts with the first hints of her orgasm. Her husband grasped her around the waist, and held her tightly. Aaron’s strong hands traveled slowly down her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples until they were rosebuds.
The captive’s breath caught as Avery took her hard nipples between his teeth, alternating between suckling and biting, while Aaron pounded furiously against her pelvis.
Martina was so overwhelmed by the multiple sensations, she yelled, “A-ar-very!”
“Hear that, Avery? Our toy is so overwhelmed by our fucking, that she combined our names!” Aaron teased.
Martina didn’t hear her other lover’s response. She felt her orgasm vibrate through her, bowing her back with its intensity and shooting electricity from her groin to her fingers and toes. The passion was not over for her, however; her lovers thrust furiously until she felt their hot seed flood her insides.
Martina watched as Avery pulled out of her and collapsed, his carved physique glistening with sweat and rain.
Aaron kept his strong arm around her waist even as he withdrew from her, biting a path down the curve of her neck to her rib cage, then back up again. Aaron’s love bites didn’t hurt, only caused more surges of pleasurable to shoot through her and made her wet with desire again.
“Aaron, please...”
“What is it baby?”
“Please don’t torture me.”
“Would you ca
ll this torture?” Aaron breathed, as he slipped three fingers into her soaking entry.
“Aaron, I... yes! You know what you do to me.”
Her husband was relentless. Aaron growled his lust into her ear. He lifted her into his arms and cradled her to his chest before he pushed her to the grass. Martina didn’t care that her other lover lay watching as Aaron parted her legs and entered her dripping heat with a powerful thrust. He pounded hard and fast until he’d driven her to the edge of euphoria, pushing her over.
This time, Aaron didn’t flood her insides with his seed. He bathed her stomach, breasts and mouth. It was only then that Aaron’s sexual appetite was sated. He fell on the grass next to her and pulled his wife into his arms. Avery pulled into their combined embrace. She fell asleep in the safety of their arms, contented.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Escape
Aaron’s sexual appetite couldn’t be sated. Once again, Martina and Avery no longer became willing partners, but slaves to their captor’s sexual appetites and lewd tastes. One night, after Aaron carried his sleeping wife to her room, he foolishly left behind his cell phone. Seizing the opportunity, Avery grabbed it and dialed for help.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“My name is Avery Evers and I’m being held captive.”
“Do you know where, Mr. Evers?”
Avery paused for a moment and tried to remember the sign on the gate as Aaron took him back into the house after freeing him from the well. His mind remained blank. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember.”
“That’s okay, sir, we can trace you.”
“Okay.”
“Is there anyone else there with you?”
“Yes, a woman, the novelist Martina Brooks. Please hurry. I’m afraid that he’ll be back at any moment.”
“Help is on the way, sir. Do you know the name of your kidnapper?”
“Yes, it’s Aaron Brooks.”
Bright white, red and blue lights flashed by Aaron’s kitchen window. High-pitched wailing blasted his ears. He dropped the plate of bread and cheese, and the bottle of wine he was taking up to Avery.
“Son of a bitch.”
“Please come out with your hands behind your head!” a voice boomed.
Aaron had come too far and had accomplished too much for him to lie down and die for the pigs now. He was going to fight, or die trying. No one was going to take his family away. He grabbed the nearest weapon, a six inch butcher knife, and ran up the stairs, bursting into Avery’s bedroom.
“You bastard! How could you sell me out like this? After everything I gave you!” Aaron pressed the knife to his captive’s side.
“You gave me nothing, you demented fuck! You’ve held me here for God knows how long and tortured me! If you want to kill me for trying to save my life, then go ahead, you coward. Keep in mind, though, that this place is surrounded by cops, who wouldn’t hesitate to kill you.”
“No stupid idiot with a badge is going to destroy what took me a year to build. But if they are going to kill me, they are going to have to kill you too!”
Aaron pulled Avery to him and pressed the blade to his throat, turning his captive into a shield.
“What about Martina?”
“Leave my wife out of this. I slipped her a sleeping pill in her wine before our threesome, and she is now in la-la land. I needed her to rest before I woke her up later. Now, get moving down those stairs!”
Carefully, Aaron led Avery down the stairs and to the front door and opened it enough to yell, “Don’t shoot! I have a hostage!”
“Mr. Brooks, there is no need to use Mr. Evers as a shield. We’re not going to shoot you. We just want to talk,” the booming voice assured.
“How stupid do you think I am? I know the second I let Avery go, you won’t hesitate to kill me. That will make your lives a whole lot easier. No charges, no trial, just a shit load of paperwork.”
Aaron took a deep breath to attempt to still his heartbeat before continuing his tirade.
“No, if you want this fucker, then you will have to come through me. I’m not making your fucking jobs easier, you lazy pigs.”
Aaron’s heart raced as a thousand thoughts sped through his mind. He couldn’t think and he could barely react.
“Aaron, what’s going on?”
The sound of a gentle voice made the madman turn around; with Avery still pressed to him. He saw Martina standing in the middle of the stairs, wearing nothing but lace bra and panties. The moonlight bathed her in its glow, enhancing her stunning beauty.
“Martina, run!” Avery bellowed.
Aaron cursed under his breath as he pushed Avery to the floor, slicing his neck as he fell. He chased after his wife.
“Martina, please come back!”
His wife was fast, but Aaron caught her just before she reached the back door.
“Let me go!” she squealed, squirming in her husband’s arms.
“No! Please, my beauty, please! Don’t run away from me, I’m not going to hurt you, I love you.” He held her close and nuzzled her neck, pressing her near naked body to him.
“No, Aaron, if you loved me you’d never have put me through this hell! So, please let me go!”
Aaron gathered his wife in his arms and led her upstairs and tossed her on the bed, locking the door behind them. He paced the room, still holding the knife that dripped with Avery’s blood, leaving a gory trail.
“I don’t know how this happened. I don’t know how I could be so stupid as to leave my cell phone lying around. All my dreams, my hopes, up in smoke!” Aaron ran his fingers through his hair.
“Please, Aaron, give yourself up. It’s no use to keep trying to hold the police off! They have this place surrounded, and if you fight, I’m afraid they’ll kill you!”
“What in the fuck do you care? You want to leave me!”
“I don’t want to leave you, Aaron! I love you still, despite all the horrible things you’ve done. You’re sick and you need help.”
Aaron stopped and studied his wife. Big tears fell down her alabaster cheeks. She looked so beautiful, sitting there exposed and vulnerable. Aaron wanted to give in and do as she asked.
At that moment there was a loud crash, sounding like the side of the house was being knocked down.
“They’re inside now, Aaron! Give yourself up!”
It was like Aaron didn’t hear her. Taking a deep breath, he placed his bloody knife down on the bureau, opened up the drawer and handed Martina the long, white summer dress.
“Please, take this and cover yourself. I don’t want those pigs seeing your stunning body, meant only for my eyes.”
As his wife dressed, Aaron eyed the notebook he had used as a bargaining chip peeking out from underneath the pillow. He could destroy it, but it did not matter, it was blank anyway. Proving that Martina didn't read it, still trusting him.
Holding hands, Aaron and Martina barely made it halfway downstairs when the SWAT team rushed at them. An officer whisked his wife away, while another threw him against the wall and handcuffed his hands behind his back and dragged him downstairs.
Aaron fought every step of the way, kicked with all his might, spat and screamed.
“I’m not going to prison! I will die before I do!” Aaron shouted to the heavens.
“Shut up and get in the car.” The officer handling him proceeded to push Aaron into the back of the police car. That’s when a shot rang out, drowning out his wife’s screams.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Savior
Avery watched as Martina climbed the steps to the main entrance of Cypress Grove Mental Health Treatment Center and wondered how she could still be so devoted to a man who had committed so many horrific acts.
Aaron was deeply disturbed and was at the center to receive much-needed treatment. He had pleaded no contest to the host of charges against him. His former friend was arrested and kept in protective custody as he recovered in hospital for a gunshot wound to his shoulder. A wound that was caused by an officer's gun
accidentally discharging.
“Avery, stop stalling and get back to our game, and let me finish whooping your butt!”
Avery turned around and smiled at his chess opponent. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Katrina! I think I’m pretty close to victory.”
Avery smiled as Katrina flashed him an enormous smile. It warmed his heart that Katrina was doing so well. In a rare moment of clarity, Aaron had admitted his daughter to one of the best treatment facilities in the country, where she’d been given excellent care and was well on her way to recovery.
Her flame-red hair bounced as she pushed the piece that made her the winner of the match. “Checkmate! Told you, Avery.”
Avery hugged Katrina and stood up to leave.
“Going so soon?”
“I have to, Katrina. I’ve a lot of errands to run and appointments to keep, but I’ll be back to see you on Thursday.”
“Okay, that sounds great! Thank you for coming to see me, Avery.”
“It’s always my pleasure, see you then, okay?”
“Bye! Oh, Avery?”
“Yes?”
“Do you know when I’ll be able to see my Dad again? We have so much to talk about.”
“I know, but he is still very sick, and it’s only your Mom that can visit for now. Besides, until he is well, you know it’s not a good idea for you to see him. What he put you through is still very fresh, and your doctors feel you might have a relapse.”
“I understand, but I wish they’d stop treating me like a child. I remember every horrible thing that happened to me under my father’s influence.”
“I know. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“Thank you, Avery, but it wasn’t all bad. I also remember all the good things and the good person that he was before he snapped. He suffered too, Avery. He and my Mom suffered horribly at the hands of those deranged men.”
Avery could see how Katrina struggled to keep her anger over her parents’ ordeals in check, but she couldn’t keep the tears from her eyes. Avery handed her a tissue to wipe away her tears of frustration.
“Is it so wrong for me to want to see him, to talk with him, and get everything out in the open so we can heal?”
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