Captured Possession

by Berengaria Brown

  Was Coulton the right Dom for her though? Several times in the past she’d thought he might be. Had they both changed much over the years? Likely not enough to prohibit a little exploratory dungeon play anyway. But where did Ryker fit in? Was he a sub? Had she misjudged him so much? Nope. He had to be a switch, that’d be it.

  Finally the meal was done and she knew either they would speak to her, or that they’d changed their minds about whatever they’d thought they might say. Coulton and Ryker looked at each other and they nodded together. That was interesting. As the Dom, she’d expected Coulton to begin the conversation.

  It was Coulton who spoke first. “Ryker and I have been talking and we’d like you to join us in the dungeon as sub and Doms for a three-month trial to see if we’re suited to each other. Then, if we’re all happy, we want to marry you.”

  “Doms? As in two Doms? You’re both Doms?” Well, hell. She’d been right about Ryker being a Dom as well, but how could one sub have two Doms. That couldn’t possibly work. Could it?

  This time it was Ryker who answered. “Yes, two Doms. We’re both Doms and we’ll take very good care of you. Not only will you get twice as many orgasms from two cocks, you’ll get twice as many orgasms in the scenes we plan for you in the dungeon as well.”

  “But how can it work? Will you take turns, one night on, one night off, or what?”

  “We’ll plan and carry out the scenes together,” said Ryker.

  “You’ll always have two Doms with you, bringing you to screaming pleasure,” added Coulton, his voice husky in the sexiest way imaginable.

  So it would be exactly like in a marriage, where the brothers shared the woman equally at all times. Except it wasn’t marriage, just dungeon play for now. Kenzie was tempted. Gods, how she was tempted. There was nothing she’d like better than a really good scene in the dungeon, being punished until the pain sent her soaring into ecstasy, then being fucked until she came screaming, as they’d just said. She’d never had two men at once but she’d watched others enact a ménage scene and she’d almost climaxed there and then from imagining just exactly how two cocks pounding inside her would feel. Far better than a dildo and a butt plug, she was certain.

  But two Doms? Two men trying to run the scenes, managing her, both of them wanting her to do their bidding, to play their scenario? That had to be a recipe for disaster. She was one person, one sub, and a woman as well. One sub and two Doms could never ever work. Fuck it! She wouldn’t have minded having either of them as her Dom. It was a crying shame Ryker wasn’t a switch. Just her rotten luck he had to be a Dom instead. It wouldn’t work. If she agreed to a three-month trial they’d do their best to please her and at the end of it she’d have some memories, before it fell in a heap all around her. I don’t think I have the mental strength to play with them for three months then watch it all disintegrate. Much better never to start. Not to get tangled in their web. But oh hell, it would have been good at least for a while.

  Resolutely she stood up. “No. Thank you for the offer, but two Doms with one sub can never work. It’s not possible. Good night.” She turned and left the room. By the time she reached the stairs up to the next floor where the apartments were, she was almost running. She opened her apartment door, turned and flicked the deadbolt behind her, then threw herself across her bed burying her face in her pillow as she started to cry. Two delicious men. Two wonderful Doms. Both wanting her, both promising to fulfill her dreams, and she had to say no to them.

  When she’d cried until she had no tears left, Kenzie stripped her skirt and shirt off, leaving them where they dropped on the floor. She kicked her shoes off, removed her underwear, and walked into her bathroom. Although she lived in the older main building, not one of the new apartment blocks, she was fortunate to have a proper apartment with an en suite bathroom. Never had she been so glad for that as now, with her eyes sticky and gummed together with tears, and her nose and cheeks all red. She turned the water on hard, then stepped into the shower, standing there as the hot water poured over her head, then lifting her face into the spray until the heat washed all evidence of her crying jag away.

  Only then did she wash herself and shampoo her hair, eventually wrapping herself in a thick, fluffy towel and sitting on the side of the tub to think.

  Could she have said yes? No. Seriously, how could one sub and two Doms ever work? It was a fucking shame though. She’d have been more than happy to get down and dirty in the dungeon with Ryker or Coulton. Damn Ryker for not being a switch.

  * * * *

  “Well fuck. I didn’t expect that answer. Now what?” Ryker stared after Kenzie as she left the dining room, then turned to Coulton.

  “Yeah. Well I’m up for a challenge. You live in a shared apartment, don’t you?”

  Ryker nodded. “Yes, I share an apartment in the gold apartment block with two other the single men, Jeff and Luke.”

  “I have my own place. We’ll go there.” Ryker nodded and followed Coulton out of the main building, He’d never thought about where the other man lived, but since he’d been here for a long time it was reasonable to assume he’d have his own home underground somewhere.

  Ryker walked beside Coulton as they followed the main tunnel away from the center of the community and out to the apartments and houses. It was so broad and high and light it was hard to believe they were underground much of the time. At each intersection the walls were different colors to designate where they led, and there was always a picture of a horse walking toward the center of the community so it was impossible to get lost.

  They turned down a narrower tunnel and maybe a quarter mile farther on, they came to a little cottage. “Hey, this is nice,” he said.

  “Originally I wanted the peace and quiet. This is out of the main traffic areas so people don’t come out here very much.”

  Ryker wondered why he’d wanted to be alone, and why he no longer minded, but didn’t think this was the correct time to ask. But he would, one day. Except that maybe their friendship was about to end since Kenzie had turned them both down flat.

  The door was unlocked, which surprised Ryker. Even the group apartment he lived in was usually locked when they were all gone during the day. Likely it was because Coulton’s house was deep inside the community, which was so far underground. Also Coulton had lived here a long time. Ryker lived in a big apartment block. Whatever, it wasn’t his business anyway. Ryker shrugged his thoughts off and stomped his boots on the stoop before entering the cottage. There was a tiled area by the front door, with a shoe rack where Coulton lefts his boots, so Ryker took his off, too, and followed Coulton the few steps into the living area.

  A big comfortable armchair, a two-seater couch and a table with two chairs were all the furniture. No TV, no computer, not even a bookshelf. Again, Ryker shrugged his thoughts away. This wasn’t his house or his business. It was presumably what Coulton wanted.

  Coulton led Ryker into a kitchen alcove. “Coffee?”

  “Thanks.”

  Coulton pressed a switch on a coffeepot then leaned back against his sink. “Our first task is to convince Kenzie she wants us. It shouldn’t be too hard. I saw the look on her face as she said no.”

  “I really thought she’d agree. She looked interested, accepting, but then said no.”

  “Yes. So either she thinks we can’t work together, or that we can’t please her. It doesn’t matter which one, all we have to do is show her we can do both of those things easily.”

  Ryker agreed with the theory but had no idea how to turn it into practice. “Yes, but how do we do that?”

  Coulton opened a cupboard and took out two mugs, then got some cream from the refrigerator. “Easy. We beat her then fuck her. Two orgasms, one from each of us, should do it. If it doesn’t, we do it all again until she says yes.”

  Ryker laughed. “Good plan. Except that we can’t chain her up and punish her, then fuck her, because she didn’t agree to meet with us, remember.”

  “There’s an ol
d saying that goes, ‘It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.’”

  “What?”

  “We’ll abduct her, chain her in the dungeon, punish her until she begs for mercy, then fuck her brains out. With two of us it should be easy. We’ll take all night if we need to, but I reckon a couple of hours should have her putty in our hands, ready to agree to the trial three months. Or perhaps we’ll make it six months to ensure she’s totally in our power by then.”

  “And you don’t think anyone will slit our throats for kidnapping her? Kidnapping is supposed to be what brothers do to collect their bride. And the woman’s supposed to be agreeing to it as well. Our kidnappings these days are more a statement of tradition than a genuine abduction. It’s been more than a generation since our forefathers genuinely stole their women. Well, except for Chevaunne. Jim, Sam, and Paul did actually abduct her, but they married her the very next day.”

  “Good point. We’ll have to tell Father Yeshe, the monk, an expurgated outline of what we’re doing. Not that we’re kidnapping her precisely, just that we’re taking her away for an opening BDSM scene.”

  “So you’re planning to bring her here?”

  “Yes, it’s a lot more private than anywhere else, and anyway I want us to have a bed. Mine’s got a metal frame, perfect for chaining a sub to it.”

  Ryker was curious. “How well do you know Kenzie? I mean, do you know what sort of punishment she likes? If we truly kidnap her, we need to be careful we don’t terrorize her, but that we give her extreme pleasure.”

  “I don’t know and I don’t want to ask anyone who does. I don’t want to risk her becoming aware of our plans. The whole point of the kidnapping is to have her completely and utterly in our power so we can do whatever we want with her, and that only we know our plan is to drive her wild with the need for us both.”

  Ryker was nodding now, beginning to think of some ideas of his own. “That’ll mean a very flexible scene with lots of secondary plans to increase what she likes, and change tack if we try something that doesn’t appeal to her.”

  “Exactly. But first we need to plan the kidnapping, abduction, whatever we call it.”

  “It has to be at night. If I take a day off work people will ask why.”

  “Good point. Come and sit down and we’ll work out some details.”

  Ryker followed Coulton over to the couch. This whole conversation was crazy, but he hoped it might work. They had nothing to lose anyway. Kenzie had refused to be their sub so kidnapping was as good a next step as anything else. Crazy, but good.

  * * * *

  Kenzie had worked in the office of a car parts manufacturer for three years when the Global Financial Crisis struck. People stopped buying cars, so the car factories cut back on the number of cars they made, meaning they didn’t need so many parts. First, half the factory workers were terminated, then half the office staff, then a few more factory workers, and finally Kenzie was out of a job, too. She’d foreseen the inevitability of her losing her job and had tried hard to get another one, but hadn’t been successful by the time she was terminated. There were dozens of people applying for every job advertised, even as wait staff.

  Then some of her friends told her about New Thimphu. The ideals of the people, their determination to maintain their traditions, their genuine care and respect for each other, really appealed to her. She sold her car, then had a yard sale and got rid of most of her possessions. By the time she arrived at New Thimphu she was down to only the things she either really needed, or those which were meaningful to her. But she had enough money to join the community and to support herself there for a year or so, long enough to ensure she was doing the right thing, with enough cash left over to buy a bus ticket somewhere else if she wasn’t happy.

  She had been happy, very happy, and had never wanted to leave. Many of the people had internet-based businesses, and she did office work for several of the family groups. Today though, her thoughts kept drifting to Coulton and Ryker. Had she done the wrong thing in turning them down? Crying had taken the tension out of her muscles and the pain out of her heart, but her mind was still undecided on the issue.

  By the time the working day was over, Kenzie still hadn’t come to a conclusion. “If they really want me, they’ll ask me again,” she said to herself.

  “And will you give them a different answer next time?” her mind replied.

  “Fuck if I know!”

  The building in which she lived had a hot tub in the basement. Kenzie decided a long soak in the tub was just what she needed to think things through. She went into the office and asked the building manager, “Is anyone using the hot tub this evening?”

  “Hi, Kenzie. Let me check. Um…No, it’s all yours. Put the Ladies Only sign up when you go in, though, please.”

  “No worries.” Kenzie hurried up to her apartment, kicked off her shoes and underwear, then collected clean underwear and a couple towels before going all the way downstairs to the basement. The hot tub was the very last room in the hallway, and had a mirrored wall behind the tub and a mirrored ceiling, perfect for erotic moments. Sadly all she had tonight were her fingers, but the warm water and bubbles would be lovely anyway. And she was spoiled living in a community where she could use a hot tub. There’d been nothing like that at the condominium block she’d lived in before she’d come here.

  As instructed, Kenzie hung up the Ladies Only sign, placed her towels and underwear on one of the sinks, and dropped her skirt and shirt onto the floor. She riffled through the cabinet under one of the sinks, found some lavender bubble bath, and tipped half the bottle into the hot tub. Likely it was too much, but she felt the need to be lavish and decadent. Then she sank back in the hot water and relaxed, letting her long hair swirl around her and the bubbles tickle her chin. “Oh yes, this is good.”

  She closed her eyes as the heat warmed her bones and muscles, soothing her right through her body and into her soul. The lavender scent filled the room and helped restore her to her usual even-tempered serenity, too.

  Kenzie heard a faint click, then the quiet swish of movement over the tiled floor. Before she could come out of her reverie, open her eyes, and focus on reality, a hood covered her eyes, a ball gag filled her mouth, and strong arms were lifting her out of the tub.

  She reached out to whoever was holding her, but her wrists were gripped tightly and handcuffed together.

  Fuck! Kenzie kicked out with all her strength, but that just resulted in her ankles being cuffed as well. Had she been captured by an octopus shape-shifter? The man—and the person was very strong so it had to be a man—seemed to have arms everywhere, stopping her every action. No, more likely it would be more than one person. Kenzie was a normal-sized female, not a tiny little lightweight, yet she was wrapped in a towel, lifted, and slung over a shoulder in seconds.

  Frantically she wiggled, knowing her foam-covered body had to be slippery to grasp. She needed to capitalize on that fact before the towel absorbed all the dampness. But she made no impression on her captor.

  Kenzie’s heart was pounding hard, her throat dry, her body shivering in fear as she was carried through the building and outside. Her wet body, with only a towel over it, instantly felt the coldness of being in an open area. Fuck! If she wasn’t raped and murdered likely she’d catch pneumonia and die of that!

  Then her rational self took over. It was possible these captors were murderers, but New Thimphu was a secret underground community, and it wasn’t easy to actually enter it. All the entrances from above ground were hidden in the various farm houses owned by community members and dotted over the fields surrounding the long green ridge that covered the heart of the community.

  No, what was far more likely was that this was an inside job. That someone specifically wanted her. And the only person who knew she’d been in the hot tub was the building manager. In the old days New Thimphu brothers used to steal their women, but no one wanted to marry her. Unless…

  Dammit! Ryker and Coulton
had captured her and were taking her somewhere. Coulton had a cottage a mile or more from the heart of the community. Somewhere the two men could play with her and her screams—assuming they took the ball gag out of her mouth and she could scream—would never be heard. Uh-huh. It looked like these Doms hadn’t accepted her “No” as an answer. She was about to get her dungeon trial anyway.

  If her mouth hadn’t been stuffed with a ball gag, she would have been grinning. Only a tiny voice in her head nagged at her. Are you sure it’s them? Are you sure you’re really safe?

  Oh, yes. She’d been fucking scared witless for a few minutes, but then her brain had gotten back to working. She was certain it was Coulton and Ryker. Her two Doms. Ah, well, it’d be interesting to see what they did. Sooner or later they’d have to take the ball gag off and if she wasn’t happy, she was plenty capable of letting them know. She was also certain they’d abide by her decision if she really was determined to end the relationship. Meanwhile some dungeon play and an orgasm or two suited her fine. She just hoped she wasn’t frozen solid by the time they arrived at Coulton’s cottage.

  * * * *

  Ryker thought they’d worked extremely well together. He hoped it was a good sign for the future. They’d assumed Kenzie would be in the dining room, or her own apartment. When they couldn’t find her, they hadn’t wanted to ask her friends if they knew where she was and give the game away, so they’d looked in all the public rooms. They’d only opened the hot tub room door the merest inch, not wanting to frighten a room full of women, but he’d recognized her skirt instantly. After that, it was easy. He’d opened the door to the hot tub room wider, while Coulton had crept in and blindfolded and gagged her. Ryker had picked her up and Coulton had cuffed her hands and ankles. Ryker had wanted to look longer at her wiggling, pink, naked body, but there was no time to waste so they’d wrapped her in a couple of towels then he’d held her in his arms as Ryker had really quickly opened the drain on the hot tub, wiped up the water splashes off the floor, then snatched up Kenzie’s clothing. Then they were racing out of the building and down the tunnel to Coulton’s cottage.