Gang Heat: The Bundle (Unprotected Force)

by Nadia Nightside

  Her desires were based on being overwhelmed, and that was not possible with an average man—even a very handsome man that she could plug into her fantasies at home.

  The reason for her imaginative reticence in providing a clear picture for her desired man was that she had a very specific image in mind of what he actually should look like. She knew the sort of man who attracted her, and she knew the sort of man who drove her wild.

  It was not hard, therefore, to make a logical progression on the checklist of facial attributes to go from attractive to handsome to hot to heartbreaking to unspeakably godly.

  It was this last category where Stella ended up eventually, sometime around last year before she arrived at college. She had been fingering herself in one of her many long fantasy sessions and the face appeared to her clear as day.

  The body had taken shape years before, pieced together by sampling bits from movies, television, comic books, and pornography, mentally stitching each part until the torso, arms, legs, neck, and shoulders were all absolutely perfect. And then, as she slid her clit just the right way, imagining a ruinous knight trapping her in a tower and demanding her virginity before returning her home, she saw him. The knight took off his helmet and revealed his face—the face—the visage that had always eluded her up to that point.

  He was perfect. Dreamy. Dangerous. A thick, even beard that was cut close to the broad lines of his jaw. Dark hair. Smoldering blue eyes that saw straight through to the heart of her—that saw what a little whore she was and how badly she needed to be treated like a princess on the outside and fucked like a rotten slut once they were safely away from prying eyes.

  She gave up, at that very moment, from trying to meet such a man. Stella knew he couldn’t exist. He was, after all, just a figment of her imagination, and such a thing—person?—didn’t come to life spontaneously from nothing.

  So, she did her best to not fantasize about him—to keep him relegated to a distant memory. But always he would intrude, this mystery dream man, demanding purchase in her dreams. Always he would arrive with the raiders, forcing her down and revealing his face after abandoning his wrapped scarf. And he would be so handsome, so perfect, his body so massive and true, and she would have no choice but to submit and cry out in exultation even as he pounded his way into her totally innocent virgin teen body.

  But, ever since arriving at the university and seeing Luke Maxon, that all changed. The second she saw him on campus, she'd had to rush to the nearest bathroom and finger herself to a sweet, quick cum. Or, that was the intent—but in truth, seeing him set off a chain of fingerfuck orgasms that lasted for close to two hours.

  Because, without question, the face she had created from the ether of her dreamstuff was Luke Maxon's face. He was the man of her dreams, her fantasies, her most vicious cunt-fingering desires.

  He was real...and she was terrified of being with him. Her want was so present in her mind—her need was so true, that if she were to falter in any way on her quest to have him, if she misstepped for even a moment, it would be a disaster.

  At the front of the gym, he stood for a moment, clearly enjoying looking at her sweaty, lithe body. A unstoppably feminine part of her could not stop herself from posing, jutting her hefty chest out and slipping one leg forward. There was a spotlight overhead and her body was easy to make out.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked as he came closer. “Where did...where did everyone go?”

  “I told them to leave,” he said. “People do what I say.”

  She could easily understand why. She wanted to do whatever he said right now. If he had a gun and a hostage, she’d shoot the poor sucker for Luke at his barest suggestion.

  He wore thin athletic shorts and a black a-frame sleeveless shirt. It was possible—easy, even—to see all of his incredible muscled definition. He was tall, close to seven feet, and easily cleared three hundred pounds. Her tongue wagged just behind her teeth, aching to slide its drooly surface all over his brickhouse body.

  “Why did you do that?” she asked.

  Part of her already knew the answer. She could see the desire in his eyes. It terrified her.

  It terrified her because she was so fucking desperate to live up to it.

  He was right in front of her now, more than a head taller than her—and Stella was already a tall girl. She felt weak in the knees, her pussy throbbing.

  “You’re the hottest girl in this place. This college.” He held up a hand to her face and stroked her there just for a moment, holding her chin. She shuddered with need. Her cunt was sopping wet. “This whole city, probably. Maybe the state.”

  “Thank you.”

  When other men complimented her looks, she discounted it. She was too used to being complimented. It felt almost empty, even despite what obvious stock she put in her looks to make up her self-worth. But when he complimented her, every atom she had stood up to listen.

  “I want you, Stella,” he said simply. “I want you to be mine. I want to fuck you harder than anyone’s ever fucked you.”

  His hand came to rest on her collarbone. She shifted forward, guiding the fingers to her throat. She wanted him to know that he could own her like that whenever he decided.

  “Nobody’s ever fucked me, Luke.”

  He smirked. “That’s hard to believe.”

  “No...really. I mean, I tried. I wanted to fuck some guys. In fact, earlier today...”

  She blushed now, embarrassed.

  “What?” He raised an eyebrow. “Tell me.”

  “Earlier today, I tried to get some of your teammates to fuck me.”

  He laughed. It was a big, booming, thunderous sound in the emptied gym. “I bet they turned you down, huh? Acted real scared?”

  “Yes. How did you know that?”

  She remembered what Nathaniel had said. He’ll kill me if he finds out.

  “I told them if any of them did anything with you that a brother wouldn’t, I would snap their necks around and shove their twisted heads up their asses.”

  Stella wet her lips. He was so fucking big. So fucking strong. She had no doubt that he could do it if he really wanted.

  “Do you think you could do that for me anyway?” Her voice was breathy and dense with need.

  He brought her close against his hips. She could feel how big he was down there. His cock felt like a soda bottle pressing against her thigh—the thick end on the bottom, except it was that thick all the way up. There was no way it would fit inside of her tight, tiny little teen pussy. Her pulse increased, entire body excited. She wanted to see him try.

  “You’re a bad girl.”

  She made a sexy pouting face. “Only for the right man.”

  Picking her up by her firm, tight ass cheeks, he lifted her mouth to his. Their kiss was sensationally hot, tongues melding together with gusto. Her voice was moan after moan as his fingers dug deeper into her ass, pushing into the crack and holding her there possessively. Soon his fingers were right underneath her hot snatch, pressing intently on his prize.

  “I need you inside me, Luke,” she moaned against his mouth. “I need it so bad. I’ve needed it for so long, please!”

  He smirked, holding her away from his body for a moment and shaking his head.

  “What the fuck do you think I came in here for, girl?”

  With a few careless kicks, he cleared the heavy weight benches and machines away, probably breaking thousands of dollars of equipment in the process. Neither of the two sexually overcharged beings gave any sort of a fuck. He powered her down to the ground, letting her comparatively tiny frame feel the full force of his substantial weight.

  He was so heavy. So strong. He could do anything he liked to her, whether she wanted him to or not. And that was exactly why she wanted him to do it. His thick hands explored the surface of her body, groping and tugging at her tits especially. Every little touch sent electric signals up and down her spine.

  In seconds, he had ripped off her supposedly rip-proof sp
andex with his gigantic muscles going to work.

  For a moment, he just admired her tight young body. She was so tiny compared to him. She twisted this way and that, letting him know how slight and toned her body was compared to his.

  Then, ripping at his own clothes, he unveiled his cock.

  Stella moaned, her eyes instinctively going crosswise. It was so big.

  It was so fucking big.

  She gasped, backing up slightly, scared suddenly at the massiveness of its size. There was no way it could actually fit inside of her. This had to be some mistake, some trick of the eye.

  But Luke held her in place, grabbing at her legs. He seemed to have anticipated this problem. Stella's cunt pulsed at that thought—that other women had seen it, had backed up in fear. How many had he forced? How many had he made take his holy fucking rod?

  Just thinking that made her pause—made her want that cock inside of her. The thought of him being able to do that to so many others whenever he wanted was pure aphrodisiac to Stella.

  He spread her legs wide, wrapping them around his waist, and then took a firm grip on his chest, mammoth palms crushing her tits. His cock pressed against the outside of her cunt only for a moment.

  And she needed it inside her tight virgin body.

  The second his cock entered her, Stella screamed with orgasm. Her need for pleasure had been building and building all day long. Everything she had seen, touched, heard, tasted, smelled had all fed into the growing miasma of lust choking her brain. Luke’s cock, so huge and so perfectly able to shove against her g-spot, was the exact stimulus she needed to cum hard and quick.

  But he didn’t stop there.

  It quickly became apparent that while Stella’s orgasm amused Luke, fucking for him wasn’t about pleasing a woman. He didn’t care one way or another. It was simple for him not to care, because there was no way a man like Luke could not please a woman.

  His insanely built body plus his cock meant that every woman who had a chance in the sack with him practically instantly became his lovestruck fuckslave.

  Stella was no different...and she loved it. She loved that he didn’t care about her pleasure, loved that he was driving into her as hard as he could. He fucked her into the ground, getting up and squatting into her body so that her face repeatedly banged against the soft pads of the gym floor.

  “Oh fuck, Luke!” she moaned. “Oh fuck, baby! Baby! Oh god, yes! Yes!”

  “Call me Sir.”

  “I’ll call you fucking anything!”

  “Sir! Say it!”

  He slapped her across the face to accentuate his point, and Stella just looked up at him with eager lust, aching for more. He was so powerful.

  “Yes, Sir! Fuck me, Sir! Fuck me darling! Fuck me, my fucking King, oh god fuck yes please!”

  This increased the abandon with which he fucked her, his squats rapidly ratcheting up in frequency as he fucked downward into her trapped body.

  “You're so fucking good, Sir,” she moaned. “My King, my God, oh fuck, you're so good, please keep going! Fill me up!”

  “Yeah?” he grunted, taking a hold of her throat with one long arm. “You want my seed inside you? I'll get you pregnant girl.”

  There was a thought she had only dared to hope for.

  Of course her plan was to lose her v-card. That was the main goal for the day. But the dream, all along, was to be Luke's pregnant good girl, his cocksucking servant pumped so full of babies that she could barely get off her knees.

  And so now, as he fucked her so brutally, his strokes increasing with such great rapidity that another orgasm was quickly incoming for her, Stella nodded with open eagerness.

  “Yes, Sir!” she moaned. “Get me preggo! Make me yours! Mark me with your cum inside me, please baby. Please, my King!”

  Roaring at his climax approached, Luke lost all control on top of her. He fucked her so powerfully that Stella began to bend backwards underneath him, her spine curving in ways that only a premiere flexible fuckslut like her could handle.

  As his cum emptied into her unprotected belly, another heavy orgasm swept through her body. She was crying with joy, tears streaming down her face as she felt the thick load of the man of her dreams unloading into her with such gusto.

  “Oh thank you, Sir,” she moaned. “Thank you, thank you, thank you...”

  * * * * *

  Some minutes after they finished for that brilliant first time, Stella had crawled into Luke's arms as he recovered. She kissed at his neck, her heavy sweaty tits sliding against his hard chest.

  “You’re the man of my dreams,” she murmured, almost to herself.

  He chuckled, squeezing her ass. “I think you’re pretty swell too.”

  “No, really.” She spoke louder now. “You’re the man of my dreams. I dreamed about you before I came here.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  She nodded intently. “With crazy good accuracy. And then like...I saw you. And you’re fucking...you, you know? And it was just...god.”

  “That’s why you never talked to me?”

  “Yeah. Kind of stupid, huh?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t think so. We got past it, anyway.”

  She snuggled into his bulk. He was so fucking huge and perfect. What a Man.

  “Listen,” he said. “There’s something we have to talk about.”

  “Okay?”

  “We’re not done.”

  His cock was stiffening slowly against her leg. That was fine by her. Stella’s untested thoughts about her being born to be fucked were holding true, as though Luke had just given her the fucking of a lifetime, she felt more ready for another round with him than she had for anything else in her life—and that included working out, at which she was tireless. She doubted she would need anymore to be pregnant—she was so clearly fertile and his cock was so obviously virile—but it wouldn't hurt to make sure.

  “That’s fine by me, lover.” She kissed his neck. “Or should I say, ‘Sir?’”

  “I want to fuck you as much as you want me to,” he said. “But, that’s not what I mean.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I have to be a team leader.” He looked at her very serious. “So that means I lead by example. I want my men to trust me when I lead them into battle.”

  “Okaaay...?” Stella wasn’t sure where this was going.

  “You’ve been teasing my boys for a while now. Even before today, they can hardly stop talking about you. It doesn’t help that I want to fuck you so bad. We’re a pack, and the pack does what the alpha does. You feel me?”

  “I think so...”

  “They’re waiting outside. The cream of the crop. The best. They all want a turn with you. Your hot body. Now that I've had you, it seems only right to me that they get their turn. What do you say?”

  “If I said no...would you make me do it anyway?”

  By way of answering, he put his hand on her throat, closing just slightly. He could throttle her with ease. Snuff out her life just like that. The thought of such power filled her with a terrible excitement. Then he nodded.

  “That’s so fucking hot...” she moaned, biting her lip. “God, you’re a fucking stud. I want to watch you do that to someone later. Maybe while I stroke you off?”

  Now his cock was really hard. Rivulets of precum streamed down her thigh where it pressed hard into her flesh.

  “You’re a fucking keeper, that’s for sure.” He smiled. “You’re one twisted bitch. I love it.”

  “Get them,” she said. “I want them...I want them all. I want to watch you direct them.”

  Needing no further encouragement, Luke stood up and went to the door, heavy cock wagging in front of him, and let his team members in.

  She recognized their faces right away, of course. She had been cataloging them for ages. There were over twenty of them in all. She bit her lip, wondering how many would actually be able to fuck her before she passed out. She hoped as many as possible. Of course she recognized Nathanie
l and Ryan. As they approached, those two tore off their pants, clearly jumping ahead of the pack with Luke.

  Every one of the studly athletes gathered around her, surrounding her in a solid wall of muscle, but it was those three—Nathaniel, Ryan, and Luke—who wanted first claim.

  She was happy to let them.

  Nathaniel approached with his cock out, already hard and dripping precum. Hungrily, she slipped her mouth up and down its thick dark surface, moaning as it quickly struck the back of her throat.

  This was the first cock inside of her mouth, ever.

  But that thought had barely been able to take a hold of her mind before Ryan slipped up behind her on-fours body and powered into her cunt. The sudden force drove her farther up on Nathaniel's cock, and soon she was stuck between the two unstoppably hard athletes as they had their way with her.

  Luke, watching close, merely jerked off over their body in the middle, letting his syrupy precum drip from his cock all over her back. It dripped down into her tits, her hair, her face, and Stella only wanted more and more.

  Stella's cunt, still virgin tight even despite being fucked so beautifully hard by Luke just minutes ago, squeezed hard on Ryan's rod. She wanted his cum deep inside her. She wanted to be filled with his warmth. Her lust for him may have lessened, since realizing she truly belonged as Luke's property, but it was like comparing the burning sun to a burning building. Both were still hot enough to eat her up alive.

  “Fuck,” grunted Nathaniel. “Goddammit, I can't believe she's a fucking virgin. She's so fucking good at this.”

  “Yeah.” Ryan nodded, slapping at her ass. “A real cockslut. What a fucking born whore she is.”

  Stella's heart sang with the praise. A born whore. A real cockslut. These men would brag about fucking her and that would only make Luke's ownership of her that much more complete.

  They would all need permission from him to fuck her again. But only he would fuck her on demand, whether even she wanted it or not. There was no choice with Luke, no options. The second he decided to fuck her, she was fucked.