by Loki Renard
“No!” Sandy panicked and wrapped her arms around Travis’ waist. “You are not taking him! I need him!”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. Step aside, please.”
After a horrifying ordeal, Sandy couldn’t face another night without Travis. She never, ever wanted to be without him again. She didn’t care what reason the men had for taking him; as far as she was concerned, they were no better than the gang of thugs in the cells.
“No!” she squealed, lunging forward and kicking the nearest MP in the shin. “Run, Travis, run!”
“I’m not running,” he said, hauling her back. “And cut that out. It’s going to be okay.”
“It’s not going to be okay,” she screamed at him. “I need you!”
“Sandy, come on,” Kurt said, gently trying to move her away. She turned around and bit him hard on his hand, before throwing herself at the MPs all over again. At the very end of her tether, she no longer had anything in the way of common sense or self-control.
Travis rectified that. He snatched her off her feet, hauled her over to a chair in the corner of the room, sat down and started slapping her backside with hard, fast swats.
“Now, you know better than to attack people,” he growled down at her. “I’m not going away forever. This will all be handled soon enough.”
“Who is going to protect me when that gang comes back for me? What are you going to do from inside a military jail, Travis!?!”
“They’re not going to come for you if you stay with Kurt,” he said. “I’m sorry I have to go again; believe me, I don’t want to. These guys are being nice about it, but they don’t have to be. They can haul me off any time they want, and if you keep acting out, you’ll find yourself in a cell too.”
He punctuated each and every word with a good, solid swat to her seat, adding a painful rear to her painful heart.
“This isn’t fair!” She began to cry. “It’s not fair, I need you!”
“I know,” he relented, pulling her up to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her tight and cuddled her close. “I’m going to be out as soon as I can, Sandy, and you’re going to be looked after. Kurt’s going to make sure you’re safe.”
“I don’t want to be safe! I want to be with you!”
“Ma’am, we need you to step aside.” The MP tried again.
Sandy shot him a dark look. “If you come near me or Travis, I’ll… I’ll…” She was lost for words. What could she do? Nothing at all. First she had been taken, now she had to watch Travis be taken and all her allies, even Kurt, couldn’t stop it.
She flung her arms around his neck and burst into sobbing tears. All around, burly men looked fairly uncomfortable at the task they were bound to carry out. It took a good quarter of an hour to disentangle Travis from her grip. She was completely inconsolable, vaguely aware that Kurt had scooped her up in his arms as if she were nothing more than a doll.
“Sandy,” Travis said as he was led away. “It’s okay, we’ll be together again. I promise. Soon.”
“Travis!” She screamed his name, but it was too late. He had been escorted from the building, and she was left alone.
“Settle down, Sandy,” Kurt said, trying to be nice. “This will all get sorted out one way or another. Just take it easy, alright?”
“Take it easy? Take it easy!?” Sandy screamed at Kurt. “You know what they’re going to do to him? They’re going to put him in a cage, because he helped me. Let me go, Kurt! Let me fucking go!”
“Sandy, if you don’t settle down, I’m going to…”
“What? What the fuck are you going to do to me, Kurt!?” She threw the words at him furiously.
“Well, I’m not going to have any choice but to let the medics sedate you. You’ve been through a lot, Sandy and I think it’s all getting to be too much for you. You need to be examined.”
“Examine this,” she said, flipping him the bird.
“Come on now,” Kurt said in calm, professional tones. “Take a breath and get a hold of yourself.”
“No!” She kicked and writhed out of his arms. “I am not going to get a hold of myself. I’m going to get Travis.”
She tried to run from the station, but there were too many people and she was caught in several arms all at once. Kicking, biting, and spitting, she was taken to the floor and held there by professionals adept in the art of restraining uncooperative patients. A prick in her arm from a long needle containing something that took everything away was the last thing she felt before the world went hazy and then black.
Chapter Nine
So much for happy endings, Travis thought morosely. If life were a movie, then rescuing the girl from the kidnappers would mean happy ever after. Instead it meant court-martial—and the end of his career. He was about to lose everything: his military life and more important, Sandy. God only knew how long the court-martial process would take. He could be locked up for months while she got into any and every kind of trouble. She attracted danger like a candle attracted moths; he could only begin to imagine what she was up to now. It had been a week since he’d last seen her. He’d asked daily for information as to how she was doing, but none had been forthcoming. She was probably getting herself arrested. Probably…
His train of thought was derailed by the sound of bolts sliding back in the door. It was far too late for there to be any official reason for the visit. Lights had been out for twenty minutes. His cell was lit with a dull red glow, nothing more, but it was enough to see that the person standing in the doorway wasn’t an MP. It was Sandy. How the hell was it Sandy?
“Great,” he sighed to himself. “I’m hallucinating.”
“No, you’re not,” she grinned broadly. “I’m here. It’s really me.”
“Sandy…” His jaw dropped. “How the hell did you get in here?”
“I knocked out the guards and stole their keys,” she giggled as the door shut behind her and they were lit in the dull red glow of the single bulb in the wire cage.
“Sandy…” He growled her name in the most ominous tones possible. “Tell me how the hell you got in here.”
“Fine, one of the MPs who arrested you let me in. I guess he felt sorry for you. He said we have fifteen minutes. Do you want to spend fifteen minutes yelling at me for coming to the base? Or do you want to do something else?” She straddled him where he sat and pressed herself against him with a kittenish little purr that drove all thoughts of sensible consequences and proper procedures out of his head.
* * *
Sandy had known that Travis’ first reaction would probably be to freak out, but she’d planned for that eventuality. That was the reason she was skipping right to the sex. It was the one thing they’d always had, the one place they could connect no matter what else was happening. She’d missed him more than air over the past few days. Her need for him was primal. She wanted to taste him, to feel him inside her, to know that he was still part of her.
For a second, she thought Travis might seriously try to send her away, but then he looped his cuffed hands over her head and clamped her tight against his body. “Take my cock out,” he growled into her ear, the order sending excited shivers down her spine.
She obliged quickly, releasing the hard length of his rod from his pants. She had worn a skirt and no underwear, so there was nothing to stop her from running her slit along the length of his cock back and forth, lubricating him with each and every pass.
“Still so wet, Sandy,” he noted, cupping her cheeks with his cuffed hands.
“I’ll always be wet for you,” she whispered against his mouth as she lifted her hips and pressed the head of his dick against her pussy. There was no time for foreplay or soft sentiment. They had to seize the moment as long as it lasted.
“You’re going to be my good little fuck toy, aren’t you,” Travis purred. “Ride my cock, Sandy.”
With her knees either side of his lap pressing against the cool concrete, Sandy let his cock slide against her soaking pussy lips. Travis let out
a groan of need, a guttural sound that made Sandy grin. She was in control now. It was up to her whether or not he got to slide into her pussy, it was…
“Ohh!” Her squeal was cut off by Travis’ rough kiss as he used his powerful grasp to push her buttocks down, impaling her on his cock in one hard stroke. His tongue lashed hers as he slapped her bottom, urging her to grind herself against him.
“You’re a bad girl, Sandy,” he growled against her mouth. “And you’re going to get in serious trouble.”
She smiled into his eyes and took his lower lip between her teeth. “I hope so,” she murmured, nibbling at his mouth as she rode him urgently. She could feel his cock thickening inside her, the pulsing of his dick telling her that she had seconds to reach her own climax.
Sandy rode him like a wanton little slut, giving herself to Travis completely. Her soft, velvety pussy gripped him tightly, milking him for every drop of his precious cum. She wanted to feel him shoot inside her more than anything else in the world.
Travis let out a muffled roar as he came, his entire body stiffening, his hands grasping her cheeks hard as he locked her in place and drove his cock deep up inside her, delivering a load of cum directly to her unprotected womb.
“What the hell is this?” The steel-reinforced door was thrown open before Sandy could come too, her coitus thoroughly interrupted by the arrival of a very large, very angry man.
“Rawlins…” Travis said. “It’s not what it looks like… oh, hell, it’s exactly what it looks like.”
“Who is that?” Sandy hissed the question in his ear.
“That’s my commanding officer,” Travis murmured. “Be polite.”
Rawlins really was a commanding officer. He stood just as tall as Travis, but older and wider. His shoulders were damn near as broad as the door. He had salt and pepper hair, more salt than pepper, and searing blue eyes that raked into the pair of them with narrowed outrage.
Travis lifted his arms back over her head, letting her slide off his lap. Mercifully, her skirt fell down to obscure her cum-coated pussy and she managed to tuck Travis’ cock back into his pants and zip them up somewhat tactfully. She didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or terrified as she looked into the weathered face of a man who looked like he’d been carved out of iron.
“Hello, sir,” she said, trying to save face through the art of casual conversation. “I’m Sandy.”
“How the hell did you get in here?”
“Same way you did,” Sandy said. “The door.”
Rawlins’ eyes narrowed to twin lasers. “This is a highly classified installation…”
“This is a base in the middle of the woods, everyone knows about it,” Sandy replied a little too snappishly. “It’s been here since before I was born. It’s not a secret. And you know what? I worked damn hard to get in here. They put me in the hospital because of you and your stupid court-martial…”
“Did you break out of a hospital to come here?” Travis cut in with a frown.
“I wasn’t sick,” Sandy emphasized. “They had to drug me after they took you away because I wouldn’t just let them take you. And you know what? I’m not leaving again. You can court-martial me too if you want.” She lifted her chin and stared Rawlins down.
The older man lifted his finger and crooked it at her. She stood up, trying to pretend that she wasn’t afraid of him.
“Closer, little lady.”
Sandy took another step, which put her in arm’s reach of Rawlins. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
Rawlins put his hands on his hips and looked over at Travis. “So this is the girl you’re throwing your career away for, hmm?”
“Yes, sir,” Travis replied evenly.
Rawlins looked Sandy up and down slowly. “You’ve got a delinquent for a partner, Travis.”
“Yes, sir, I do,” Travis agreed once more.
“A girl like that needs a firm hand, soldier. Hell, she needs handcuffs and a cell.”
“You’re not wrong, sir.”
Sandy looked from Travis to Rawlins and back again. What the hell was going on? Rawlins was clearly angry at her presence, and he had to be angry at Travis, considering he was court-martialing him, but for some reason, the commanding officer seemed to be calming down.
“A young lady breaks into my base to sleep with one of my men,” Rawlins said thoughtfully. “Now I could have you arrested and charged, but I don’t think that would teach you much now, would it.”
“You could let me go with a warning,” Sandy suggested hopefully.
“A warning?” Rawlins barked with what could have been laughter. “I’m guessing you’ve had a whole lot of warnings in your life, girl. And I doubt you’ve listened to a single one of them. A girl like you doesn’t need warnings. She needs her backside whipped good and hard.”
Sandy blushed furiously. “I… er…”
“Don’t have any smart-mouth comeback to that one now, do you, little lady?” Rawlins slapped his thigh with a cracking sound that made Sandy wince and put her hands back to her bottom almost out of instinct.
“Uh… Travis?”
“I did warn you that there would be consequences to breaking into the base,” Travis said calmly.
Sandy’s jaw dropped. “But… you can’t let him. You wouldn’t… he…” She stared at Rawlins and couldn’t help but notice that even though he was older, he was fairly large and he looked strong too.
“If this becomes a matter of official record, there will be really serious consequences for the both of you,” Rawlins said. “But there could be a way to deal with this off the books, if you agree, Travis.”
“Oh, I agree, sir,” Travis nodded.
“What about me!? What if I agree?” Sandy heard the note of panic in her own voice. “Travis, why are you agreeing to this?”
“Because you damn well do need a lesson,” Travis said. “I was just… getting to that part.” He flickered a wry wink at her.
Sandy’s jaw dropped. “We just had sex! If you had a problem with me being here, you should have called this guy right away. Goddammit, Travis. What the hell are you talking about?”
“Now settle down,” Rawlins said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You really expect to get away with this scot-free?”
“Well… uh…”
“Guard! Get in here and uncuff this man,” Rawlins boomed. Sandy watched with horror as the guard did as he was told, letting Travis free of his cuffs. He disappeared as quickly as he’d arrived, but Sandy knew damn well that he’d probably not gone all that far away. There were going to be a whole lot of witnesses to this in one way or another.
“Now,” Rawlins said. “Give your girl what she deserves.”
Travis motioned her over. Sandy frowned, then decided defiance was the way to go. “I don’t care,” she said. “It was worth it.”
Rawlins’ hand connected with her rear hard, jolting her toward Travis. “We’ll see about that, girl.”
“C’mere,” Travis said, grabbing her by the hand and hauling her over his knee. She landed over his thighs, her skirt flying up of its own accord to reveal her bare rear and her well-fucked pussy. She was sure her lips were gleaming with Travis’ cum, and that both Travis and Rawlins could see as much. “It was sweet of you to want to come, Sandy…”
“Sweet, nothing,” she threw back over her shoulder. “That asshole has no right to keep us apart.” She cast a dirty look at Rawlins who stood at the entrance of the cell, his arms folded over his chest, watching proceedings with a grim expression.
“She needs a lesson in respect,” Rawlins observed.
“She needs a lesson in a lot of things,” Travis sighed before swatting her bottom hard enough to make her yelp involuntarily. He followed the slap up with a dozen more just like it, spanking her hard and fast. Sandy tried to be stoic, but stoicism wasn’t in her nature and before she knew it she was wailing and writhing over his lap as with as much abandon as she would have if they were completely alone.
; “Sandy, you have got to behave yourself until this is over,” Travis said. “I can’t be out there with you at the moment; that means you have to make sure you take care of yourself and don’t do anything silly.”
“I have always taken care of myself!” She squealed the words. “Just because I don’t do it like you think I should doesn’t mean I’m not doing it.”
“You are not taking care of yourself,” he disagreed. “You’re pulling the same shit you always do, Sandy, whatever comes into your head first. You want something and you just do it, no regard for the consequences at all.” He punctuated each of the words with a stinging swat that made her bottom blossom red.
Sandy had almost forgotten that Rawlins was there by that point. Travis was her world, everything that mattered and it didn’t matter how many times he spanked her for coming for him, she was going to keep doing it.
“I don’t care!” She shouted the words. “If they put you eight miles underground in a concrete bunker I’ll tunnel through to it. You’re mine. Not his. Mine.”
“Possessive little thing,” Rawlins chuckled.
“Ain’t you ever loved anyone before?” Sandy glared at Rawlins with tears in her eyes. “Someone you would do anything for? Or are you just like most people, too damn cowardly to get what they want. Fuck that. I get what I want. I want him.”
“Sandy,” Travis said, smoothing his palm over her bottom and swatting her a little more lightly. “Can’t you see? He’s trying to cut you some slack, and that doesn’t often happen.”
“Slack! If this is slack, I don’t want to see strict.”
“That’s right, little lady, you don’t,” Rawlins growled. “But at this rate, you’re going to see it anyway. There’s nothing stopping me from locking you up here as long as I like. You came onto this base uninvited and unauthorized. The laws outside these walls don’t apply to you anymore. So I suggest you take your spanking like a good girl and thank me for it.”
“Thanks,” Sandy growled. “For being a fucking… ow!”
Travis had swatted her with his full strength. “Cut it out, Sandy,” he growled down at her.