Captured Possession

by Berengaria Brown

  Ryker hugged her tight to his chest. Being underground there were never real extremes of temperature here, but it was coolish in the tunnel and all she had around her was a towel. However, they’d soon warm her up. Oh yeah, they had plans to make her ass burn with a heat that should have her begging to submit to them.

  Coulton opened the door to his cottage and led the way into his bedroom. Ryker couldn’t help blinking. It was set up as a dungeon with a rack of canes, floggers, paddles and whips on one wall, a large, locked toy box under the window, and a spanking bench at the foot of the bed.

  Coulton pointed to the spanking bench and Ryker draped her body over it. Even as he was peeling the towels off her, Coulton was uncuffing her hands and recuffing them to the loops at the base of the bench. When she was firmly locked in place Coulton removed the blindfold from her head, letting her wet curls fall over her face toward the floor.

  Hastily Ryker grabbed one of the towels and rough-dried her hair. Then they kneeled down so their faces were where she could see them if she raised her head. And Ryker knew she would be trying to look around, wanting to know where she was.

  “Look at us,” he ordered.

  Her head tilted up and she stared at them both. She was her usual calm self. He wondered if she was angry or worried inside though.

  Now Coulton spoke. “If we take the ball gag out of your mouth, do you promise not to scream? Blink twice for yes.”

  The seconds ticked by until it was Ryker who was almost screaming himself from the tension. Evidently she was considering her reply carefully. Finally she blinked twice.

  They both searched her face but to Ryker she seemed to have answered honestly. Coulton took the ball gag out of her mouth while Ryker went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water from the sink. He held it to her mouth, tilting it only slightly so she could take a sip if she needed to. Again there was a pause before she took a mouthful of water. Ryker waited until she swallowed, then tilted the glass again. This time she took a much smaller amount. Why was she taking so long to respond? Was she scared and finding it difficult to think? Was she playing them at their own game, drawing out the tension deliberately? Or was she assessing her options very carefully, determined to make good decisions? He wished he knew her well enough to understand her motives right now.

  Coulton rose to his full height, stretching his back so she could no longer see his face. Ryker did the same, making sure his boots were still where she could see them though.

  Once again Coulton spoke first. “Now we are going to punish you for being such a disobedient sub, not letting us give you everything you need. That ass needs to feel our hand and our whips on it.”

  “Then we’re going to possess you most thoroughly, both of us, so you learn what it feels like to have both your Doms take you, and give you ultimate pleasure,” continued Ryker. He had to struggle to keep his voice even. He wanted her so badly his cock was as hard as a spike. But she wasn’t to be allowed to see how desperate he was to touch her.

  “What is your safe word, sub?” asked Coulton.

  “I use the traffic light system.” Kenzie’s voice was quiet and even.

  “What color are you now?”

  “Green.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. Ryker was thrilled. That meant she had accepted their kidnapping of her, that she was content to continue the scene. That was a major hurdle. He and Coulton had plans that would have fit with her saying orange, but if she’d said red, their job would have been much more complicated. Green was better than he’d imagined. Also, her using traffic lights gave them a much more defined view of what she was feeling than just a safe word.

  Ryker went back out into the living room and collected the backpack he’d brought with him. He took out his favorite paddle. It was the perfect weight, heavy enough so that the sub really knew they were being punished, but not so heavy the sub couldn’t take any other punishment as well.

  He and Coulton had planned this next section of the evening very carefully and unless she called orange it should flow smoothly. His flat paddle and Coulton’s thin, stinging cane would make beautiful music on Kenzie’s lush, rounded ass. The two tools used together should have a wonderful effect, each bringing their own virtues, as well as providing a good contrast to the other one.

  Ryker squared his shoulders and made sure his voice sounded firm, not entranced with her beauty, the way he felt. “You’re a bad sub running away from what you need, what only your Doms can give you.” He paddled her ass hard, twice. Ryker watched carefully but he sensed she was happy with the weight of the strokes. She didn’t flinch or jump at all. Good.

  Coulton lashed his whip across her ass now, three times, very fast, leaving three faint red lines on the delicate white skin. “We are in control. We know what is best for you.”

  She looked so delicious bent over the spanking bench. His cock couldn’t possibly get any harder. Her ass was pink now from the paddle, the red lines of the whip clear over the pink. Her hair was drying in long curly strands and he could see a glistening on her inner thighs which proved that she was aroused. Silently he raised an eyebrow at Coulton. Should they punish her a little more or move her to the bed?

  Coulton held up one finger and Ryker nodded. Her legs were wide apart and he was sure he could get the paddle between them. He wanted to strike her on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Surely that would arouse her intensely. He moved behind her and measured the angle then slapped the paddle between her legs, high up on her inner thighs, to the right and then the left, before stepping back.

  Coulton nodded at him and he laid the paddle down, ready to help move her to the bed.

  Coulton cracked his whip in the air, so close to her head she must have felt the draft from it. Then he laid it across her shoulders, but Ryker guessed he’d stroked her more lightly there. Coulton finally gave her one last whipping over the ass, then the two of them bent down and uncuffed her.

  Coulton carried her to the bed, and cuffed her hands to the posts at the head of the bed, while Ryker did the same at the foot. He had to use the chain helpfully tied there as the bed was too wide for her legs. It was an excellent size bed for the three of them though. Ryker knew he’d be glad about that later tonight.

  They’d tied Kenzie face down, because they needed to prepare her ass to take them later that night. But she wouldn’t know that. She might think she was about to be punished farther. Ryker wondered how that made her feel.

  “Color?” he barked at her.

  “Green,” was the soft reply.

  Interesting. She’d obviously figured out what they were about to do, or didn’t mind some more punishment.

  He and Coulton placed their hands together on her ass. It was hot. Ryker didn’t think it was the right time for more punishment. Much better to lube her and insert a butt plug. Or a cock.

  Ryker slid his fingers over her ass and down to her cunt. He stroked her lips gently then pushed his longest finger inside her pussy. She was hotter than hell and just as wicked. She gripped him with her internal muscles so hard he never wanted to take his finger out of her. And she was wet. Very wet.

  He nodded to Coulton who’d picked up a tube of lube.

  They sat one either side of her on the bed and Coulton began to play with her ass, teasing around the rim, gradually touching her more and more there. Ryker watched carefully but she was wiggling with pleasure, not fear, so he began petting her shoulder, her arm, her side, working his way ever closer to the breast that was just visible pushed down against the bedding.

  Finally he was stroking the round warm globe, then pinching her berry-brown nipple. It was as hard as his cock and just as ready for attention.

  Coulton stood up to reach the nightstand, taking a very large butt plug from the drawer. Ryker blinked. Usually he’d start with a small plug, and work up to a big one, but he assumed Coulton knew what he was doing.

  “We’re going to turn you over now, and you will deep throat Ryker while I fuck you with t
his butt plug. What color does that make you?” asked Coulton.

  Her voice was soft and muffled by the pillows but the answer was distinct. “Green.”

  Once again Ryker found his eyebrows sliding up into his hairline. Well, she was very obviously happy with the program so far, which was excellent news for them both.

  Ryker unchained her on his side of the bed, while Coulton did the same on the other side. They flipped her over and then locked the handcuffs again. Her face was flushed, but her eyes were bright. She wasn’t showing any signs of embarrassment or discomfort although they all knew her ass was hot and likely stinging as well.

  Ryker and Coulton wiggled her body so her head hung down off the side of the bed, one arm across her breasts because of the handcuffs. Her ass was raised up, using the pillows that she’d been resting on. Ryker then moved off the bed and quickly got undressed. He made sure she could see his cock and tugged on it watching her face. Kenzie licked her lips. Okay, it seemed she was on board with the program. Good to know. His dick was aching with the need to take her somewhere, anywhere. Her mouth was a great place to start.

  Coulton gave a definitive nod to Ryker and began wiggling the butt plug at the entry to her ass. Coulton moved in closer to her body, using his knees to push her legs wider as he played with the plug at her rear entry. Ryker stopped watching Coulton and fed his dick into Kenzie’s mouth. Her lips locked around him, licking the head and sucking on it. She ran her tongue around his cockhead unerringly finding that sensitive place where her tongue tickled the ridge. Shit, that felt good.

  He pulled a little way out and held his shaft at her mouth so she could lick along his length. She scraped her teeth on him, too, and wet him, then blew on the dampness making him shiver. Hell, yes, she knew all the tricks. Once again he pushed inside her mouth, going deeper and deeper. She kept her mouth wide open. With her head off the bed like this, she should be able to deep throat him, so he pushed in again, watching her eyes for signs of distress. She was breathing fast and hard, but he thought it was arousal, not breathing troubles, so he pushed his cock in a little more, tugging on her hair to tilt her head farther back. Obediently she dropped her head right back and swallowed him down. Gods that was amazing. He pulled her hair again, moving her head until the pleasure was almost unbearable, and she used her throat to grab hold of him.

  Shit, too much of that and he’d erupt like a volcano, before Coulton was ready. Ryker used his hand to release his cock a little way and watched Kenzie push her breasts up at him, her gaze on his face.

  Aha, she wants her breasts stroked. That would be a good thing to do while the danger of his cock exploding died down a little.

  He left just the head of his cock in her mouth and used both hands to cup and stroke her breasts. Again she raised her rib cage pushing her breasts into his hands. He tweaked the nipples and her eyes sparkled ever more brightly. She focused on his dick, scraping her teeth gently over his cockhead, as he pinched her nipples gently between his fingers then cupped the underside of her breasts teasing them.

  She was still pushing herself into his hands and that’s when he realized she wanted him to be more definite in his movements, so he pinched her nipples harder and pulled on them, stretching them out. It seemed to him she sighed with pleasure as she worked on his cock.

  He glanced at Coulton who was still thrusting the butt plug inside Kenzie. Her legs were raised high and her pretty pink ass looked absolutely delicious as Coulton worked the plug deeper inside her. Oh yes. He was looking forward to his turn in her ass.

  They’d decided that as long as Kenzie was enjoying the program they’d each take her every way, mouth, cunt, and ass, all in this one night. They weren’t sure how she’d go though, so it was a variable program, with other possibilities in as their backup plan. But they were adamant they’d give her a minimum of two orgasms, and preferably four.

  “We need to bind her to us with desire” had been Coulton’s words and Ryker agreed with him one hundred percent.

  He flicked his gaze over to Coulton who slid off the bed and got undressed, then kneeled over Kenzie. Ryker waited while Coulton held her hips high, then drove deep inside her pussy with one long powerful thrust. Ryker took control of her head again, pulling on her hair to guide her mouth where he wanted it, and she sucked on him enthusiastically, keeping in pace with Coulton’s driving strokes into her cunt.

  Now Ryker concentrated and used his thigh muscles and hips to fuck her mouth properly. He had one hand fully entangled in her hair, and the other on his cock, matching the depth of his strokes with the speed of Coulton’s pumping. They were all three highly aroused now, so this scene was almost at an end. Ryker tugged on her hair, tilting her head way back, and pushed his cock as far as it would go. Once again she swallowed him, her throat gripping him so tight it was Heaven and Hell all mixed together. He reached over and gave her nipple a sharp pinch, just as the entire bed rocked with the force of Coulton’s jack-hammering into her pussy.

  Kenzie gasped around him, the movements of her throat stealing his control and sending him over the edge. Hastily he pulled out of her mouth until only his head was inside her so she could swallow his cum. Her entire body was convulsing and Coulton was pumping into her hard and fast.

  Orgasm one all round, thought Ryker with pleasure. Now we’ll see what she thinks of our plans for orgasm two.

  Chapter Three

  Coulton left the bedroom to get a wet washcloth to clean Kenzie, while Ryker began uncuffing her hands and feet. Gently he moved her shoulders and head back onto the bed, then rolled her over and massaged her shoulders. She snuffled happily into the bedding, wiggling under his hands, but still not speaking.

  As soon as Coulton returned to the room he said, “You may speak if you wish.”

  Kenzie nodded but made no comment, rotating her shoulders as he massaged them, then stretching her legs straight and bending her toes.

  She felt used, but not sore, although her ass would likely be a bit tender tomorrow. But that was how she liked it. She liked to be able to remember the scenes the next day, to feel a bit of stiffness in her shoulders and remember being hung off the side of the bed, to feel the sting in her ass and remember the cunning way one of them had paddled her while the other whipped her.

  The butt plug in her ass felt huge, but likely that was just because it’d been so long since anyone had taken her there. She guessed it meant they’d sleep now and in the morning the men would fuck her again, one of them in the ass. She hoped they’d double fuck her. They’d seemed to hint at that but what they meant by it and what she was imagining could be two different things. After all, technically she supposed they’d already done that with Ryker in her mouth and Coulton in her pussy. But what she wanted to try next was one in her cunt and one in her ass together. Anyway, that was for tomorrow. She didn’t feel particularly tired but she supposed they’d nap now anyway.

  Coulton and Ryker lay on either side of her then each man began sucking a breast.

  “Oh,” she whispered very quietly. That was good. She reached up with both hands and stroked the two heads resting on her chest. Coulton had a few strands of gray in among his brown hair, whereas Ryker’s hair was dark brown. Both had clean-smelling, soft, silky hair, a pleasure to touch. Hers, on the other hand, would be a nightmare tomorrow, still full of lavender bubble bath never rinsed out, and not brushed or even dried properly. Oh well, she’d worry about that later. Right now she was enjoying them both sucking her.

  She liked her sex play a bit rough, so she pushed her breasts up into their mouths, encouraging them to nibble or even bite her nipples. Ryker was stroking her sides, teasing her skin. Coulton was concentrating on her breast, sucking half the globe into his mouth.

  They’d told her she could speak so she did. “Harder,” she told them.

  Coulton lifted his head and looked at her. “Do you like your nipples bitten?”

  Kenzie blushed but nodded. Hell, yes.

  Both men took her adm
ission as a personal challenge, dropping their heads to her breasts and nibbling and sucking on her flesh. Adding nips and gentle bites. Harder! she wanted to scream, thrusting her chest up into their mouths again, wanting more, needing a deeper touch.

  The men exchanged glances, rather like football players in a match, she thought, then Coulton rolled over onto his back with his head facing the foot of the bed. Ryker pulled her up and over Coulton, on her hands and knees, then held her hips and drove into her cunt from behind her. Coulton wiggled a little, then pulled her breasts down to his mouth, his hands on them both, giving sharp little bites around the areolas. She lowered from her hands to her forearms to make herself more stable, and to push her breasts more fully into Coulton’s mouth.

  Already Ryker was pounding into her cunt, stretching her hard because her ass was still full of the butt plug.

  Having two men’s hands on her at once was amazing. Coulton was massaging her breasts, manipulating them, stretching her nipples and licking and sucking everywhere.

  Ryker had a hand on her hip to steady them both and his other hand covered her pussy, a finger pressing down hard on her clit, his other fingers toying with her labia.

  Holy shit, she was going to come again, so soon after her last orgasm. That was incredible. If only Coulton would bite her breast. The fucking was so good. She was so close. If only…

  “Bite my breasts, please.”

  Coulton sucked her breast into his mouth and nipped her nipple. It was sharp and pleasurable but not enough.

  “Harder,” she begged.