I returned his smile, pressing my forehead to his. “I believe you. No man who was having sex with them would come back to me nearly ripping my clothes off needing to fuck me if he was having sex with a bunch of other women.”
“Mmmm. Good point.” He lifted his head and ran his fingers through my locks. “So despite everything that has happened, are you happy, Gwen?”
I thought about my family. They’d been given information from the other abductees that I was alive and well and protected, or at least that’s what I heard on the news. When I saw my mother and father on the news the previous night, they looked better than they had the first time I’d seen them, as if the knowledge I was alive and cared for was better than the worst they could come up with on their own. I suspected they held the hope they’d see me again, just as I did. I held faith I would and that somehow made it feel okay. It wasn’t goodbye, it was until we meet again.
I’d lost so much, but gained so much more.
I have an incredible husband that would risk his life to save mine. The home of my dreams and a future where the sky is the limit. I nodded, my smile widening. “I’ve never been happier.”
Update from Gwen Anderson Lillian Walters:
Well, that’s my story and I’m so glad you took the time to read it, it’s a story Lance and I felt needed telling. It’s been several months since my husband (and hero) saved me from a fate that would end up being worse than death and with each day that passes I love him more.
I’m not sure if you guys care or not, but my cheer team won the national cheer competition! I’m so excited and proud of them, they even dedicated their win to me. And guess who took over as captain – Becky Peters, did I call it or what?
Oh, and guess what else… After doing a little Facebook stalking to find out how Brandon was doing – the news pretty much lost interest in him so it was my only way to find info – I discovered he took Becky Peters to the prom and they’re officially a couple. Their grad pictures were stunning, the new school power couple, and I’m sure when they go to college they’ll make quite an impact.
So, I guess that’s it. I’m going to university here in Toronto in the fall to start my Bachelor of Arts degree and Lance is going to start the graduate program. On occasion I still mourn the loss of my previous life, mostly because I miss my family, but all-in-all I’m happy - we’re happy. Slave 342 is dead, but Mrs. Lillian Louise Walters is alive and well.
The End
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Faith
Emily
I had no idea the wickedness that lay beneath his angelic features and pleasurable touch.
I wanted one night out to be wild and crazy; to be like all the other young women my age. I’d been living such a sheltered life that when a new group of friends took me to a nightclub for some drinks and dancing – nothing overly rebellious, considering – I jumped at the chance.
And you can imagine my surprise when the sexiest man at the club, heck, the sexiest man I’d ever set eyes upon wanted to spend some alone time getting to know the plain Jane daughter of a pastor! I jumped at the chance. Most of the other young women regularly left with men they’d just met and nothing bad ever happened, so what were the chances it would turn out badly for me?
I had no idea…
Tanner
I had no idea she’d challenge everything I believed about myself and make me feel.
My job is simple – train them and break their spirits without shattering their minds, which isn’t the easiest task, I assure you. But I’m the best at what I do.
But now The Organization I previously worked for is gone and I’m a freelancer – of sorts. And I couldn’t be happier. I used to have to abide by their rules, follow their protocol, but not anymore. The lives and minds of the women are mine to do with as I please.
Unfortunately for Emily Fennel, the daughter of a small-town pastor, she’d caught my attention. She was so pure and virtuous, she’s the light in contrast to my darkness and she’s going to be my greatest accomplishment.
People thought I was a monster before…
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Ridden Rough – The Complete Collection
By Mona Bliss
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Ridden Rough – Book 1
Shelly Connors stood looking in the mirror, checking her appearance one more time before she headed off for her first shift at her new evening job. Her long black hair hung nicely down over her shoulders and her makeup was perfect, but her nerves were raw and tense. Looking into her own intense hazel eyes, she had to wonder what had possessed her to accept the job at the Dirty Angels clubhouse. Of course the money would be nice, and she needed it to help with the expenses she faced this semester in college; but it was so out of her comfort zone that she felt her whole body vibrate from the trepidation she was feeling.
She had always been shy, and even when she had called for the interview her mind was crying out - no don’t take this job, you won’t know what you’re doing - but her mouth had responded before her brain had a chance to kick in.
And so, here she was getting ready to be the waitress and bartender at the clubhouse of the most notorious biker gang for miles around. Shelly shook her head, trying to calm her nerves. Though it really seemed to do no good, she gritted her teeth, pulled her shoulders back and put on a brave face.
“Maybe it won’t be so bad, come on Shell, you got this. Just think of all those psychology classes you’ve had, use what you’ve learned.”
She tried to pep herself up for a night of…well, she had no idea...
Finally she moved from the mirror; she couldn’t delay any longer, she was due tonight and if she didn’t show up, she would run out of money. Running out of money would mean going back to Kansas and facing her parents, who had worked so hard to get her to college in California in the first place. Shelly hung her head - she couldn’t let them down, no matter how uncomfortable she felt.
She had to go; there was nothing else for it.
Shelly took one last deep breath to steady her jangling nerves and headed out the door, making her way to her car. The Dirty Angels clubhouse was waiting for their new waitress, and shyness be damned she was going to do her best job!
By the time she pulled into the parking lot of the club her adrenaline was pumping, and every inch of her body was crying out to go home, way back home to her Mom and Dad. But she didn’t want to give up, she wanted her parents to be proud of her, and in the back of her mind there was part of her that was challenging herself to accept this discomfort and learn to deal with it.
Walking across the parking lot, she opened the clubhouse door. Everyone instantly turned to look at her, and Shelly involuntarily turned red with discomfort. She could feel each and every eye going over her 5’ 5” body, looking at the ample curves she often wished she could get rid of, but had been cursed to live with.
Shelly thought back to the times when she had been in high school, looking at the cheerleaders with their small frames and pretty bodies. Shelly would always be a big
ger girl, but she knew that her face wasn’t bad, and her breasts had often gotten the attention of many boys and men alike.
She didn’t like all this attention though; she often found it shocking that so many men would find her body appealing, while she herself would have done anything to change it.
“Hey good-looking, you need some help?”
Shelly turned to the gruff voice that had called from the left side of the clubhouse. She saw the face of an older well-worn biker, his scraggly beard around three inches long, tattoos scrawled across his arms. His smile wasn’t one that really looked like he wanted to help her much – more like touch her all over.
“Don’t listen to him, he’s a dirty old asshole. Come over this way and I’ll help you out,” another younger man said. Shelly looked at him; he was clean-cut, and she would never have thought he was a biker, except for the leather jacket he wore, bearing the Dirty Angels logo.
A voice from the back of the room saved her from having to try and respond to these advances.
“Cool your jets, guys. This is our new waitress, Shelly. I hired her myself, and I want you idiots to show her some respect.”
Shelly looked up at the face of a man she remembered just by his voice.
He had been the one who had hired her, sight unseen. She had to wonder just what he thought of her now though, after seeing her in person.
He walked over to her, not making her cross the room to be scrutinized further by all the other men.
“Name’s Tully, I’m the leader of this group of misfits. I’m the one you talked to on the phone.” He held out his hand to her.
Shelly hesitated, but then put her hand forward.
“Yes, I thought I recognized the voice,” she said nervously, not able to come up with anything more substantial. She looked up at him in shock and secret admiration. His voice was deep and gravelly, and he stood about 6’ 5” tall, towering over Shelly by a whole foot.
He had muscles on top of muscles; possibly more muscles than she’d ever seen on a man in person. His face was one that didn’t give away much about the man in the denim jacket, denim jeans, and a neatly trimmed beard. The muscles on his delicious thighs stretched the denim to the point it looked like it was close to splitting.
His handshake was firm without being too overpowering, and his eyes studied her intently as they shook.
Shelly was overawed by him – she’d always had a thing for big guys, and Tully was a prime specimen indeed.
But there was more about him than his sheer physical presence, although she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. A gentleness around his eyes, a protectiveness in his voice. Right at that moment, she really wanted him to just protect her from the other men in the room.
He grabbed her by the shoulder and led her to the bar. “Don’t let these drunk assholes bother you; they’re more bark than bite. Give as good as you get, and you won’t run into any trouble. Will she?”
The last sentence was directed at the rest of the room, and the nods and murmurs that answered it showed exactly who was the boss around here.
Her mind raced - did she have any reason to fear these men? The only thing she knew about bikers honestly were the bad things she had heard from the news in the past. However, with Tully’s arm around her body she did feel a bit safer.
“Now our deal was that you could work on the weekends and maybe a couple times a week right?” Tully asked her.
“Yeah, um yes, that was what we had discussed.”
Shelly stumbled with the words, and she could feel her face reddening as she silently cursed herself.
“Alright then, well you get the hourly wage and you can keep any tips, and from your welcome, you’ll do just fine in that department,” Tully chuckled.
Though she thought she should have been feeling a bit better, Shelly’s nerves were still on high alert. She looked around the room once again, took a deep breath and tried to put on a face that said she was perfectly fine.
Taking her first order to a table, she was met with more looks of appreciation from all the bikers around the table. One of them tried to pinch her butt as she walked away, and Shelly jumped and screamed in surprise.
From the back of the bar rumbled Tully’s voice.
“Hey you mongrels, I told ya bark and no bite, so that means you don’t touch the lady unless she tells you she wants to be touched. And unless my hearing’s fuckin’ failing me, I didn’t hear her say anything about wanting you to touch her.”
His eyes smoldered hot enough to light a fire on the guy who had dared to touch her.
Shelly walked up to the bar and thanked him quietly. Tully simply smiled at her and seemed to look through her to the rest of the room. The rest of the night went by fairly quickly, with Tully interjecting a few comments here and there to men who dared to try and harass Shelly a little too much.
Walking out at the end of her shift, she breathed a sigh of relief. She had made it through her first day, and was sure that as long as Tully was around she would be just fine. Shelly found that she was actually looking forward to the next night, especially after she counted her tips. She had raked in over 200 dollars, and that wasn’t even counting her hourly. This job was really beginning to look up.
As she lay down for the night, she couldn’t get Tully out of her mind. He was so big and tough-looking, but seemed to be gentle as well. Not to mention he was really a great looking man. He had that air of authority that she loved, but she knew nothing would ever happen with him. He was the only man in the bar that hadn’t been staring at her out of the corner of his eyes all night.
“He probably likes the girls that look like Barbie,” she muttered under her breath, hating the fact that she was plump and voluptuous for the millionth time.
Shelly knew this feeling; she had often been attracted to the guys who wanted the other type of girl, not her type. If she was bolder, she might actually try and flirt with Tully, but that was so far out of her character that the thought made her laugh and feel sick to her stomach at the same time.
She fell asleep with bittersweet thoughts swirling around in her head.
The next morning life seemed a bit better; though she knew that she didn’t have a chance with Tully, at least she got to see him a few times a week.
She thought about him all day, and she could barely concentrate on her classes. She knew it would be tortuous if he one day turned up with another woman at his side, because Shelly wanted to be the one on his arm. Yes, she knew she often fell for men too quickly, but it was just another quirk of her personality she wished she could change.
She finished classes and rushed home to get ready for her second shift. She decided to dress in a nice skirt and a slightly lower cut shirt. She looked in the mirror and wondered if Tully would notice her ample breasts or not.
Changing her mind all of a sudden, she put on a more modest blouse that showed much less of her generous assets. Though, there would still be enough to get the tips she had made the night before, of that she was sure.
When she got to the bar, she noticed a lot more bikes parked outside than the day before. It had been fairly crowded yesterday, but she had to wonder how many more stares she would get this time around.
Then the thought came of how much more money she could get as well. Shrugging her shoulders she made her way into the clubhouse. She was met with whistles of approval from around the room; Shelly’s face turned every shade of red imaginable, as she made her way to the bar.
Shelly noticed Tully immediately, and her heart sank when he only nodded his head in her direction; her hopes of anything with him vanished as she went to work.
The day was much like the day before, men making comments, and a few trying to touch her, but they were quickly stopped by the ever present Tully.
Shelly had to laugh – even though she never saw him watching her, it seemed like he must have been, because some of the attention she was getting would happen so quickly, even she would be caught off guard. But as soo
n as a hand would come her way and get too close, his gruff voice would be in the background warning the man to stop or he would be beat into the ground.
There were a few times that she had to smile at how protective he had seemed of her. But whenever Shelly would walk by him, he would be looking the other way. The feelings she seemed to have building for him weren’t abating though. Shelly would see his profile from the corner of her eye and feel the tingle of attraction that only a few men had caused in her body before.
The night passed quickly - Shelly had gotten so many tips, that the jar Tully had gotten her to place them in was close to overflowing. She estimated a haul of close to 300 or more dollars. This job was turning out to be one of the best decisions of her life!
The comments and stares were even starting to do wonders for her self-esteem, but still, the one she really wanted to notice her seemed to constantly be looking the other way.
“Hey I need you to help me close up, Sammy has to go tend to his sick wife and he can’t help clean up tonight. I’ll pay you extra for the time,” Tully said to Shelly as the night was coming to a close.
“Sure, Tully, that’s no problem.”
Although Shelly had to get up early the next day for classes, she didn’t want to piss off her new boss and jeopardize this job. Besides, a little time alone with Tully might be a good thing…as long as he stopped ignoring her.
“Great, you’re a pearl,” Tully smiled, making Shelly blush yet again. She just couldn’t help herself around him.
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