by Rose Nickol
Stacie slipped the straps of the dress off her shoulders, standing to let it fall to the floor. Naked, she walked the short distance to the cross and stood with her back to it as instructed. It was all she could do to stand with her arms at her sides. She wanted to cross them over to hide herself, but the men had been working with her and told her this was how they wanted her to stand.
Jake was the first to walk over to her. “Beautiful, babe, just beautiful. Now to fasten your arms and legs so you don’t hurt yourself,” he told her, raising first one, then the other arm over her head and slipping the cuffs attached to the cross over her wrists. “Too tight?” he asked, once they were fastened.
She answered, “No,” testing to see if she could move her arms and found she could a little.
While Jake had been fastening her wrists, Grant had knelt down and spread her legs, fastening her ankles to the cross also.
Jake stepped back and Grant ran his hands up the inside of her legs to the V and slowly parted her. Holding her open with one hand, he reached in his pocket and pulled out what looked like a pink egg. Rubbing it through her folds, he slicked it with her juices and slipped it inside her pussy.
Stacie moaned when it slipped inside her and arched her back, bending her body away from the cross.
“Oh no, we can’t have that,” Jake commented, walking toward her with a two-inch strap in his hand.
Stacie cringed, thinking he was going to use it on her, and he did, just not in the way she had thought.
Jake wrapped the strap around her and the cross, fastening it so that she could not pull away from the structure. Again. She was unable to arch away now. Just as he fastened the strap, the egg in her channel started to vibrate.
“Oh my God,” she screamed.
“Do you like that, baby?” Grant asked her. It had been his gift for her. His brothers had other gifts. Jake was about to present her with his.
Stacie couldn’t answer. She had never experienced anything like that. Some of the girls in school had used different types of vibrators, but Stacie had never been brave enough to try one and was not going to do so with a bunch of giggling schoolgirls. She could just imagine what would have happened if her father had found one in her room. Nope, not going to happen. Now here she was and her men were using one on her. How her world had changed since she had been with them.
Jake also had a gift for Stacie, an anal vibrator. Walking up to her, he held it up and asked, “Do you know what this is, babe?”
Stacie bit her bottom lip and nodded. The same girls from high school had also had those, but again, Stacie had never tried one.
“Do you know where it goes?” Jake asked, turning it to and fro in his hand.
“Yes, Sir, in my bottom,” Stacie answered with a little shudder, wondering if it also vibrated and how that would feel.
It didn’t take long before she found out. Jake replaced Grant in the kneeling position in front of her and, applying some lube to his fingers, started slowly rimming her bottom hole, gradually inserting one, then two fingers, stretching her. Once he had her stretched enough, he inserted the plug and turned it on.
With both her pussy and bottom singing, it wouldn’t take long before she was on that rocket to happy land. “Oh God, I don’t know if I can take much more,” Stacie moaned.
“Oh, honey, you haven’t got your gifts from me yet.” Seth sauntered up to her with something in his hands, but she couldn’t see what it was. “Boys,” was all he said, looking at his brothers.
Grant and Jake both stood and each reached for one of her breasts, cupping them and rubbing the nipples with their thumbs. As the peaks hardened, the brothers leaned down and each took a nipple in their mouths, licking and sucking the little nips. Seth put something in each of their hands. Stacie still couldn’t see, and before she knew it both nipples were clamped.
“One more gift for our girl,” Seth said. Kneeling down in front of her, he took her clit in his mouth. He sucked and licked it until it was swollen and distended before applying a butterfly clamp to the throbbing piece of flesh, activating all three clamps. Stacie’s body was a vibrating mass of want.
“Oh God, I can’t take it,” she moaned. This was more than she had ever experienced before and she didn’t think they were done.
Grant stepped away while Seth and Jake stroked her arms and talked gently to her, telling her how beautiful she looked and how happy they were with her. They were keeping her distracted so she couldn’t see what Grant was doing.
While Grant was away, Jake and Seth unfastened her and turned her so that she was facing the cross, then fastened the restraints again, this time adding a collar around her neck so that she couldn’t turn her head. Jake quickly braided her long black hair and flipped the braid over her shoulder, leaving her back and bottom bare except for the strap around her waist.
Grant came back, gently swinging a deerskin flogger. She could feel the breeze it created, but couldn’t turn her head to see what it was.
Jake explained to her what it was and what they were going to do. It was the same as the scene they had just watched. Each of the men would be using a different flogger and they would all be watching and checking on her.
Stacie tensed with the first thuds of the flogger, but she quickly became used to the feeling and relaxed into it. Soon she was floating outside her body. Nothing and no one existed, except for her men and this moment in time. It couldn’t have been more than seconds later, but the men told her it had been longer and they were helping her down. Seth caught her in his arms when her knees buckled and lifted her, carrying her to a door she hadn’t noticed before.
The room was warm and steamy from the running shower. They must have turned it on before carrying her into the room.
“Wow, I…wow,” was all Stacie could say. She was still drifting. She didn’t know anything could feel like what they had done to her. Every day was a new experience with them.
“Yes, baby, wow,” Seth told her, stepping into the shower with her. Stacie looked down and he was naked. When had that happened? She lay her head on his shoulder, too relaxed to hold it up any longer.
Seth eased her legs down until she was in a standing position, keeping her head on his shoulder, and held her while his brothers washed her, gently rubbing soap over her with their hands, then using the removable shower head to rinse her before washing her hair. Once every inch of her was clean, Jake stepped out and Seth handed her to him to quickly take his own shower. Grant helped pat her dry. Jake held her in his lap while Grant attended to her hair. They then met Seth in the big bed, where they lotioned her back and legs where the floggers had stroked her skin, knowing it would ease the discomfort she might feel in the next day or two.
Before they had finished with the lotion, Stacie was sleeping, snoring softly.
“She sounds like a kitten purring,” Grant said softly. His brothers nodded at his comment, not wanting to wake their sleeping beauty. They were going to let her sleep a while before taking her back to the hotel. They needed to get up early the next morning and head back to the ranch.
Chapter Seven
Ramona Styles was madder than she had ever been at Greg Maxwell. How dare he disobey a direct order. “I thought I told you to get her at any cost,” she ranted at him, slapping him across the face.
“Yes, Mistress. I screwed up.” Greg had been Ramona’s submissive for several weeks, but was getting tired of her bullshit. When she told him to kidnap her daughter, it didn’t sound like that bad of a deal. Following the brat to the casino with the three cowboys she had been living with made it even easier. His break had come when she wandered off from them. It was easy enough to keep her drinking, and he was so close to carrying her off before the damned bartender interfered. Next time she wouldn’t be so lucky.
“Give me another chance, Mistress. I won’t mess up again.” Greg hated begging, but with the mood Ramona was in, he had no choice.
“Why should I do that?” Ramona was the worst Greg ha
d ever seen her.
“I promise, this time I will get her.” He really did hate letting her down. Ramona had found him, homeless and jobless, begging on the street several months ago. She had taken him in and started training him to be her slave. At first, he’d loved her and done anything she wanted. When she found out her ex-husband was dying, she changed, and not for the better. She became even more cruel and conniving. Her hatred for the man was burning a hole in her heart. Greg just wanted to settle this and have his Mistress back. Then everything would be fine. He would do whatever it took to make that happen.
Greg had been Ramona’s former slave, but now she a new slave by the name of Luke, and Greg wanted Luke out of the way.
Luke Ryder was working undercover for the FBI. The only person who knew his real identity was his friend and former partner, Ron Ayers, chief investigative officer for Rapid City.
Ramona had been on the FBI radar for years and they finally put Luke in undercover to catch her. Several of her former lovers had disappeared mysteriously and no one knew where her money came from. Even though she acted poor, her bank account was six figures and the woman never held a job more than a few months. She was either laundering money or running drugs, and it was Luke’s job to find out.
Luke had started working for the FBI ten years prior, right after his last tour overseas. He had been places that made Dante’s seven levels of hell seem like vacation spots, but living with Ramona was definitely one of the lower spots. The woman was the devil incarnate. He would be glad when this assignment was over and he could go back to his normal self. He’d been a Dom in the lifestyle for years and would never view his subs in the same way again.
Luke never asked and Ramona certainly didn’t volunteer, but he wondered what had happened all those years ago. He knew she had very little contact with her daughter, and she always spoke of the girl with contempt in her voice, but he didn’t know why and didn’t dare ask.
When she had heard that her ex-husband was dead and that the girl had sold the house, she was furious. “That house should have fucking been mine.”
She’d raged and thrown things. It was a very bad night for Luke that night. He still had the marks on his ass to prove it. Whenever Ramona was mad, she took it out on him and had almost put him in the hospital once. He stayed and took it, though. Keeping up his cover was almost not worth what the bitch was putting him through. This was his last assignment. He was retiring as soon as he had the dirt and a conviction.
“Okay, tell me how you plan on getting her and not fucking up this time,” Ramona said spitefully.
Luke outlined his plan for getting hired has a ranch hand for the brothers and rooming in the bunkhouse to be closer to Stacie. He could watch her movements and get on the brothers’ good side. He figured it would take three to four weeks to win them over and be alone with Stacie long enough to make his plan work.
“Well, I can see you’ve thought this out, and being away from me for a month will be the best punishment I can give you.” Ramona laughed and laughed.
The next day, Luke applied to work at the Ransom Ranch.
He was hired with no problem, not even meeting the brothers or Stacie. The foreman did all the hiring for the ranch. Getting a bunk in the bunkhouse was no problem. They kept several hands on the ranch at all times, and he was willing to take the lower pay to have a place to stay.
It was a week before he saw any of the brothers, and then only in passing. So far, everything was going to plan. It was easy to get a night off to go into town and file the reports he needed to without anyone suspecting anything. It was almost too easy to do what he needed.
* * * *
Something about one of the new ranch hands bothered Stacie. He seemed to be watching her too much. She never got really close to any of the men. The only person who ever came in the house other than the brothers was the foreman, Dallas Jankins.
Now that she had been spending more time with her men individually, she was out of the house more and noticed this hand watching her . Maybe it was just her imagination, but she thought she knew him from somewhere.
Today she was going riding with Grant. He’d been teaching her to ride and she loved it. It gave her time alone with him, and he was showing her different parts of the ranch. She hadn’t realized how big it was. Today they had packed a picnic lunch and Grant had a couple more surprises for her.
Grant was taking her in a direction they hadn’t gone before. This part of the ranch was wooded and Stacie enjoyed the cooling shade of the trees. They didn’t have far to go through the woods before they came to a clearing with a small pond.
Grant tied the horses to a tree at the edge of the clearing and they walked closer to the pond. Spreading out the blanket he had packed, they sat to enjoy their lunch. Jake and Seth were going to eat their lunch with the hands today.
After finishing their lunch, Grant lay back on the blanket and pulled Stacie so that she was pillowing her head on his chest.
“What’s bothering you, baby?”
Stacie didn’t know how he knew something had been bothering her, but she was glad he asked and now she could tell him without figuring out how to bring it up on her own. “It’s probably nothing, but I’ve noticed one of the new hands. He seems to be watching me. Sometimes when I’m in the house, I look out the window and see him looking in, and I’ve noticed that when I’m out with one of you he always seems to be around. It’s probably just me.” She tried to laugh it off.
“Which hand, baby, and we’ll check it out? We want you to feel safe and comfortable.” They had hired several men over the past few weeks and Grant didn’t want to accuse the wrong person.
Stacie described the man and promised to point him out when they got back to the barn, if she saw him. From her description, Grant was pretty sure she was talking about Luke. He didn’t know the man well, but he was going to find out more about him.
“I think I know who you’re talking about, baby. I’ll have Jake talk to him and see what we can find out about him. Don’t worry,” he told her, pulling her up over his chest and brushing her lips with his.
Threading one hand in the back of her hair, he pressed her mouth more firmly to his and slipped his tongue between her slightly parted lips, claiming her as his. Rolling them over, he brought himself up on his knees over her with one leg on either side of her hips.
He pulled her shirt free of her jeans and growled when he found her wearing a bra. They had repeatedly told her she was not to wear underwear of any kind unless they had specifically given it to her. Time for him and his brothers to make a raid and remove all the underwear from her room. It was also the perfect excuse to introduce her to the playroom in the barn later tonight. They had been looking for an excuse to take her in there.
When Stacie felt Grant tense, she knew she was in trouble. She had tried to obey their edict of no underwear, but when riding, she needed the extra support. She wasn’t a large-breasted woman, but had read in one of her magazines that the bouncing would cause sagging and she was proud of her pertness. Should she explain or wait for him to say something? He didn’t stop kissing her, just unfastened the front clasp of the bra, so she relaxed to enjoy what he was doing.
Grant lifted her hands over her head and pulled her blouse up, leaving it up over her arms, holding them in place. Lifting the cups of her bra away, he started feasting on the flesh he had bared, licking, sucking, and nibbling, driving her mad with want and need.
He worked his way down to her jeans and used his teeth to unfasten her snap and zipper, causing a shudder to run through her body. Stacie arched her body and Grant pulled her jeans down to her ankles, leaving her in her tiny thong. Another no-no.
“I was going to let the bra go, but bra and thong… Explain yourself,” he commanded in a tone of voice that indicated she had better come up with something good.
“Well…I…um…I wore the bra cause if I don’t my…um…bounce and I don’t want to be saggy, cause you won’t like it if I’m
saggy. And the thong, well, it’s a matching set and they go together and I can’t wear one without the other,” she finished in a rush.
“Why didn’t you ask, and are you telling me that every time we have gone riding, you’ve worn a bra and panties?”
“I didn’t ask ‘cause I was embarrassed and…well…yes, but that’s the only times.”
“You know I will have to tell Jake and Seth about this and then you will be punished.”
“Yeah, I figured as much,” Stacie answered dejectedly. The one downfall in having three men was she never got away with anything. There was always someone there watching her.
Grant and Stacie stayed by the pond for a couple more hours before they packed up and headed back to the ranch house. Grant had her bra and thong in his pocket for the ride back, of course.
When they got to the ranch, they went to the barn to put the horses away. That same hand was there again. Grant looked at her with a question in his eyes and she nodded her head slightly. Turning the horses over to the man to rub down and put away for the night, Grant wrapped his arm protectively around Stacie and walked her to the house. He wanted everyone to understand she was hands-off, especially the new hand, Luke.
Settling Stacie in the house, he sat on the porch to call Jake. He wanted Jake to talk to Dallas and get the employment records for the new hand and see what they could find out. Stacie was right, the man looked familiar somehow.
* * * *
Stacie was nervous. Not about the promised punishment. They were usually not really that bad and involved lots of orgasms and sex. She’d take a punishment any day and was even happy to be getting one. It was nagging at her where she had seen the ranch hand before and why he seemed so familiar to her. Hopefully, her men would be able to figure it out.
Chapter Eight
Jake got off the phone with Grant and went straight to the foreman’s office. Pulling the file on Luke Wilson, he sat to read it. There wasn’t much information there, but there were a few references. No one he knew personally though, which was odd. Even though South Dakota was a large area, ranches were few and usually passed down among families. He knew most of the ranchers around and none of their names were listed on the application.