by Loki Renard
“I’m going to let you up,” he says. “And you’re going to get ready for me.”
“Wha? How?”
“You’re going to bend over, reach under, and start lubing your ass,” he says. “If you run out of pussy juice, we have oil.”
This is a greater punishment than the whipping was. This is him asking me, without any physical force at play at all, to forfeit the fucking I crave in my pussy, and give him my ass—make it ready for him.
I’m about to ask him what happens if I don’t, but I know that would just defeat the purpose. He wants me to prove I’ve learned something, and I think I have. Daniel is never weak, even when he looks it. And I owe him more than taking advantage of him whenever I think I can get away with it.
He lets me out of the grip he’s had on me, and watches me carefully as I slowly, shamefully, bend over the same log he is sitting on. My fingers go back to my pussy to gather the wetness I’ve been making throughout this, from well before he started whipping me. The truth is, the moment he told me he was going to take another dose, my body began to prepare for the inevitable onslaught.
I am so wet. My fingers curl inside my sex, drawing out the lubrication I then push up toward my bottom hole.
I hear him rumble with arousal, then get up. I stay where I am, preparing myself for the fucking that is to come.
He comes back and I feel a drizzle of oil running down my crack. He is pouring it over my ass in a slow cascade.
“Get your fingers in there,” he orders. “Make sure it’s nice and stretched for me. Good girl.”
His orders are filthy, but I follow them. I push a finger into my bottom, feel the tight ring of my ass squeezing it. I understand now why so many men like anal. There’s no comparison to my pussy. My pussy can grip, but my ass has a strength and a resistance like no other hole in my body.
Lying there, exposed to Daniel, preparing myself according to his orders, I feel flush after flush of hot shame running through me. If the drug exposes his raw side, it does the same for me, and I didn’t even take it. Just being at his mercy turns me into the primal female displaying herself.
“Enough,” he growls, pulling my fingers free. There’s a gravel and tension in his voice that tells me how long he’s been holding back from just fucking taking me. I pull my fingers away, and he puts the thick, punishing head of his cock to that tight ring of muscle.
“Ask me for it.”
I whimper as he makes me thoroughly complicit in the taking of my ass.
“Please,” I moan softly. I don’t know if I’m saying please take me or please show me mercy or please… something else. My mind is addled with discipline and desire and now his cock is stretching me open, his thick rod sliding inside that tight ring of muscle.
I feel him clasp my hips between big hands, and then he is inside me, pushing deeper, harder, taking more and more until I am filled and stretched, my cheeks spread wide, my legs wider still.
He has punished me with anal sex before. That time he was relatively gentle. This time, he is not. This time he pounds me, fucking me roughly against the tree, demanding every bit of my ass.
My cries make the birds take flight as he yanks me up against his body and pulls me back and forth along his cock in powerful strokes that make me gasp, and whimper, and moan.
I betrayed him. I deserve to be punished. I teased and I taunted him because I wanted him to feel as helpless as I do. But that’s never going to happen, because Daniel doesn’t know what weakness is. Even when he couldn’t walk after the car accident, he was stronger than most people ever are in perfect health.
“I’m sorry!” I shriek the words, but they don’t stop his cock from thundering in and out of me.
“What are you sorry for?”
“I’m sorry I messed with you. I’m sorry I came out here with you. I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done, every stupid mistake…” I trail off into a sob as he fucks me to his climax, not mine.
My tight anus feels every throb of his cock as he pumps his cum deep inside me, filling me up. This is how I make my apologies and my amends. I am a vessel for his lust, I provide him the relief he can’t get anywhere else. He needs me, and I need him.
My bottom is stinging inside and out. He has shown me, yet again, that crossing him leads to deserved pain. I taunted him and tormented him. In turn, he punished me and made me his little fuck toy all over again.
I whimper as he pulls his cock out of me, knowing better than to ask where my climax is, but wanting one all the same. I reach my hand down between my thighs, but he slaps it away.
“No,” he says firmly. “Good girls get to come. Bad girls have sore, fucked bottoms.”
His words bring a hot blush to my cheeks. “You’re a brute,” I complain.
“Damn straight, girl,” he says without any hint of shame, wrapping me up in his arms. I get hugs. Not orgasms. I suppose I shouldn’t complain—and I don’t. I settle in with him, accepting my fate, whatever it might be. I still doubt the military are after him. He knows that I can’t be fully trusted out here. But still, we cling to each other. We are all the other has ever had. Even if he is rampaging on some cocktail of his own making, and even if I am a faithless brat, we’re in this together. For better or worse. Like a married couple would be, but there’s no divorcing our way out of this bond. He’s stuck with me. And I am stuck with him.
Chapter Eleven
Briarlee
It’s very, very early morning when the sound of plane engines throbs me out of sleep. The sun is rising, and flying in its golden wake is a big plane, flying lower than seems reasonable. Maybe a sightseeing tourist plane? No. Can’t be. It’s too big for that.
I’m half asleep as little black things start tumbling out the back of it. What are they? I squint my eyes and then realize that they’re men. For a sleep-addled moment, I wonder why you’d sky dive into the middle of the forest—then the parachutes begin to flower and it hits me what they are.
“Daniel! Wake up!”
He sits bolt upright. I point.
“Stay here,” he says. “I mean right here. Don’t move. I’ll be back.”
Just like that, he grabs the bag of medication and dives into the forest. I hear the trees rustling as his big body moves through them, and then there is nothing but silence.
“Daniel!” I cry out for him. “Daniel!”
Silence answers. I watch the parachutes descend, dozens of them, with a feeling of dread. Suddenly, I believe everything he said. But it’s too late now. I don’t know what to do. He told me to stay, and what choice do I have? If I move, I’ll be lost in the forest forever. But if I sit here, near our tent, they’ll find me.
For a long time, nothing happens. The parachutes descended into the forest what feels like almost an hour ago. I’m starting to think that this has nothing to do with us. Like, it’s a training exercise. We just happened to pick a part of the woods popular with families and armed forces, maybe?
I start to get bored, and hungry. Our rations are right there, so I dig into them. A protein bar finds its way into my hand. I’d prefer a croissant and some fresh brewed coffee, but I guess this will do. Daniel is probably going to want us to move again, so I’ll need my strength—assuming he doesn’t carry me to the next spot, like he did this one. Maybe if I act up, I’ll hike through all these woods without ever taking more than a few dozen steps of my own. The thought makes me smirk to myself as I chew on the alleged bar of protein. It tastes like dates and coconut. Ick.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
I don’t recognize the voice that comes from behind me in an aggressive shout.
“I wasn’t moving,” I mumble through a mouthful of protein.
“Face down on the ground!”
Whoever this is, he’s loud and he’s rude. I don’t care for either. I have one brute ordering me around, but even Daniel would never speak to me this way. If this is the military, they can frankly fuck right off. I’m not doing anything wrong. I’
m not breaking any laws. I’m camping in the forest. That’s allowed.
I turn my head and look into the camouflage-painted face of a very serious-looking man dressed like a tree.
“Can I help you?”
“Lie face down on the ground! Now!”
I take another bite of the bar. It doesn’t taste good. I don’t want it. But I do want to prove to this screaming psychopath that just showing up wearing green and khaki and holding a gun isn’t enough to intimidate me. This is still the United States. There are still laws.
“I’d rather not.”
He grabs me by the shoulder and throws me into the dirt.
“What the hell? I thought this was America! What the fuck?”
“Don’t move, ma’am!”
I try to get up, but a heavy boot pushes me back down on the ground. I really don’t like this guy one bit. He calls for backup and in minutes the campsite is absolutely crawling with soldiers going through everything. They don’t talk to me. They just work around me like I’m nothing. I’m so pissed off I could cry. How fucking dare they treat me this way?
“Okay, get her up.” Someone else is speaking now. Someone with a ring of authority, and the ability to use an indoor voice.
I’m pulled up from the ground as roughly as I was put there and sat on the ground. There’s dirt all over my face and clothes thanks to these assholes. I look like a fucking mess.
The guy in charge is an older man, maybe in his late forties. He has salt and pepper hair, the sort of square face that makes me think he was stamped out of a mold, and what they call military bearing, meaning he’s so straight-backed and square-shouldered he looks perpetually at attention. He also has an old boy Texas-style twang. Maybe it would be charming, if he wasn’t letting his men treat me like a piece of meat.
“You’re Briarlee Smith, right?”
I don’t answer that.
“I want my lawyer.”
“You’re not under arrest.”
“Okay, then I want you to fuck off.”
His eyes narrow at me. He doesn’t like this at all. Good. I don’t like it either. Daniel might take these assholes seriously, but I don’t. We still have rights. I still have rights, and they include not being harassed by goons.
“Where is Daniel Knight?”
“How the hell should I know?”
“Camera footage at the store you bought this tent from showed you in his presence. Your phone sent a signal a few hundred miles from here. We extrapolated your position to this sector of the forest. I’m telling you this because I want you to know that I know more than you think I do, little lady.”
Little lady? My lip curls.
“Then you tell me where he is, because I don’t know.”
I’m telling the truth. I don’t know where Daniel went, and as strong and fast as he now is, for all I know he’s left the forest completely, maybe even abandoned me to these assholes. I don’t think he’d do that to me, but I hope he’s nowhere close. They have me, but I don’t want them to have him.
“There’s a trail this way, sir.”
One of the tree-clad men has worked out where Daniel headed out. Dammit.
“Follow it.”
Some of the men head that way. I’m left sitting between two guys, faced by my interrogator.
“Start talking,” he says. “Tell me how you ended up out here.”
“Well, I mean, that’s a long story.”
“We’ve got time.”
“I guess it started when I was born. August twenty-third. Back of a tractor.”
“Not that far back,” he growls. “Tell me how you came to accompany Mr. Knight to these woods.”
“He came to my apartment a few days ago,” I say. “He seemed, I don’t know, excited, or maybe upset? It was hard to tell. He said he wanted me to come on a trip with him.”
The guy nods. “Did he say why?”
“He said we needed to go down to the woods. And he said we needed disguises.”
“Disguises? What kind of disguises? Why?”
“Let me think,” I say, biting my lower lip, as if in thought. “Okay, so. He came to my apartment, and I was cleaning up. My dishwasher isn’t working. I mean, it is, but it’s leaving sediment on the glasses, and frankly, I don’t think those tablets actually work. I mean they say that they’ll leave your glasses spotless, but mine usually look like they’ve been at the beach. Where does the sand even come from?”
“Quit stalling, Miss Smith,” he says, utterly unamused.
“Okay, so Daniel came over. We’ve been friends for years, you know. We went to our first dance together when we were kids. It was a flower festival, but it turned out he was allergic to the pollen in my daisy chain, and a bee flew out of Melissa Spencer’s roses and stung him, so we ended up in the nurse’s office the whole time…”
“What did he say to you?”
“Mostly ow, my nose. It stung his nose.”
The guy grits his teeth. He is not happy with me. Not at all. I guess this isn’t how their interrogations usually go.
“What did Daniel say to you when he visited you at your apartment?”
“Oh, right. Well, he said we needed to go down to the woods. Today. Had to be today. I mean that day. You know. He said there would be a surprise.”
“What kind of surprise?”
“A big one!”
He leans in a little, thinking I’m on the verge of revealing something important.
“He said… what was it.” I furrow my brow. “Okay, yes, I remember. He said we had to go to the woods, I mean, down to the woods. And we had to wear a disguise, and also be ready for a surprise. Because if we went down to the woods, we would see…” I pause and frown again. “What was it?”
I have his attention fully now. His eyes are locked on my face, taking in every word.
“Right, no, okay, I know what it was now. He said if we went down to the woods, wearing a disguise, ready for a surprise, and if we went down to the woods that day…”
I can see it’s already dawning on him what I’m going to say next, but I have to get the punch line in before he starts shouting.
“That’s the day that the teddy bears have their picnic!”
I laugh uproariously to dead silence.
“Well, we tried doing this the easy way, Miss Smith,” he says, unshouldering his weapon. He hands it to one of the soldiers next to me and advances on me. I don’t know what he’s going to do, but there’s violence in his eyes.
“Last chance. Tell me where Daniel is.”
“I don’t know,” I shrug. I mean really, I don’t. He’s somewhere in the forest. They can probably work that out for themselves. “Maybe a teddy bear got him. Maybe the bears aren’t teddies at all…”
He lifts his hand high, the back of it sweeping down toward my head. I’m not fast enough to move out of the way, but I don’t have to. Two hundred and fifty pounds of pure male fury bursts out of the undergrowth and crashes into the soldier, sending him flying into a tree on the other side of the camp clearing.
There’s chaos. The other soldiers run forward, try to grab Daniel, but there’s no chance of that happening. He is too fast, he is absolutely furious, and his brute strength far exceeds their powers. Seeing him among the soldiers is like watching a gorilla do battle with a troupe of chimps. He’s bigger. He’s faster. He’s more brutal. There are knives drawn. Pistols unholstered. Backup is coming. This is about to get truly bloody.
In the midst of arms and legs flailing and shouting, I feel him pick me up under his arm and make a break through the forest. Loud explosions ring out behind us. Gunfire, slamming into trees and sending bits of bark puffing out around us. He’s never moved this quickly before. He’s sprinting at what feels like an impossible pace. He must have taken more of the drugs. He must have taken a whole lot more than usual.
He doesn’t say a word. He makes a ferocious, feral, grunting sound. Right now, he’s more like an animal than he is a man. I cling to him as th
e bullets sing out around us, squirming around to the front of him to avoid the fire.
I feel weak with fear. I am shaking and my fingers are somehow too cold and too weak to hold onto him properly. His strong arms hold me close against his chest as we run and run, fleeing for what feels like forever.
And then we stop. He peels me gently away from his massive form. There’s something wet between us. I see a bright smear of red on his abdomen.
“Oh, my god! You’ve been hit!
He shakes his head and points to me. Deep red blood is seeping across my shirt. It’s not him that was hit. It’s me.
* * *
Daniel
She sees her blood and her eyes roll back. She falls into a dead faint, a major mercy considering how painful that wound will soon be. She’s been gut shot.
I can barely think. The fury and the anger and the rage are shouting in my mind, animals wanting revenge. But I have to look after her. Have to fix her. Pressure on the wound. Yes. Okay. Examine her. Think. Think. Think. I have to force myself to focus, past the roar of the beasts in my mind.
There are two holes. The bullet went through her side just below her ribs. Exited through her stomach. Her intestines must be perforated in several places. If we were near a hospital, she might survive. But we are not. We are so far from everything there is no hope for her.
I am holding her innards together, near weeping for the death I know must be coming for her.
There is one thing I can do. Regenermax. A big dose. Administered orally and into the wounds themselves. It is the longest of the longshots. I don’t know if she will be able to absorb it. I don’t know if damage like this can be repaired.