Stormbound

by Vonna Harper

  “Too bad we don’t have any here, unless…” Briant’s hand slipped from her throat to her breasts. Half-crazy with anticipation, she mentally and emotionally followed the slow journey. “What about it, slave? Any personal pleasure aids among your possessions?”

  “No. Not here.”

  “But back home?”

  “Yes.”

  “Couldn’t get along without them, right?”

  “No,” she managed around the blood raging through her.

  “The stronger, the more satisfactory, right?”

  “Yes.” Her vagina was under attack. How could Briant possibly think she was capable of carrying on a conversation? “Damn it, yes.”

  “Interesting.” Levi began stroking the inside of her right thigh while his buried fingers continued a slow dance that again had her panting. “Then if we hook this slave into an industrial-sized vibrator, she’ll want to jump our bones?”

  “Could be.” Briant planted his hand between her breasts so they were pushed apart. “Of course, we’ll want to fix things so she can’t take it out.”

  Oh yes.

  Levi’s fingers retreated a little, then climbed back inside. “That we do. The more it pounds her, the easier she’ll be to control.”

  Yes, she wanted to shout. Yes, let’s do this! Instead, swinging wildly between the man-caused sensations, she painted fresh mental images.

  The three of them lived in a secluded house with lush carpet and a secret basement. Every day the men went off to work while she impatiently waited for their return. Sometimes they locked her in a cage, but if the weather was nice, they’d tether her to a tree in the backyard via a chain fastened to her collar. Her arms were cuffed behind her, and she was gagged. If anyone saw her, which they wouldn’t because the location was so remote, they’d notice she wore what appeared to be a chastity belt. What they might not know was that the belt was designed to secure a dildo and ass plug. The batteries, which were changed every morning, kept her on the brink of insanity until her masters returned to—

  “You a fan of licking pussy?”

  Pulled back to reality by Briant’s question, she gaped at him. His finger traced the edge of her right breast. Heat pinpricks radiated out from his touch, and she mindlessly thrashed her head.

  “It’s growing on me. I haven’t had much experience,” Levi said.

  “Well, here’s your chance to work on your skills. It isn’t as if she’s going anywhere.” Briant tightened his hold on her wrists. “Think of her as one of those blow-up dolls, except she’s a lot more responsive.”

  “She’s that all right.”

  Levi started to extract his fingers from inside her. Scared, she clamped her vaginal muscles around him. Despite her efforts, however, the withdrawal continued.

  “Oh no, please!”

  “Shut up! I’ll do what I damn well want.”

  That wasn’t the Levi she’d gone to school with. Thrilled, she twisted her hips to the side and brought her legs together. Whatever he had in mind, she’d make him work for it. As if guessing what she was thinking, he ground no-nonsense fingers against her thighs.

  “Don’t you ever fight me, got it! Ever.” Levi forced her legs back apart. “This belongs to me!” His breath exploded on her pussy. “It’ll always be mine, understand!”

  “Yes, Master.” Because I want the same thing.

  “You better mean it. Otherwise, I’m going to punish you.”

  Determined to join him in his fantasy, she made herself relax. “I’ll do everything you want me to, Master. I want to please you. I live for that one thing. My pussy—do what you want with it.”

  As silence settled over the room, she slipped out of it and back into the world where she and her masters lived.

  They’d arrived home at the same time, but instead of immediately coming to her, they’d stripped off everything except their briefs. Now, carrying icy bottles of beer, they’d sauntered out to where she waited.

  I’m so glad to see you, Masters, she longed to tell them, but she couldn’t speak until they removed the gag.

  Smiling his knowing smile, Master Briant swept a hand over her exposed, sun-warmed sex. “She’s damn good and ready,” he said.

  Yes, she struggled to say. Yes, I am.

  “I want access to this part of you.” Levi’s mouth was so close to her sex, she felt every word he spoke. “Learning what it’s capable of. Understanding it. Having it fall in love with me.”

  On the brink of thanking him for the tenderness behind the words, she changed her mind. “Don’t make it easy for me. Take it from me.”

  “Your climax, you mean? Fine.”

  The rough challenge in his voice made her shiver. For what felt like forever, he didn’t touch her. As she waited, Briant kept up his leisurely exploration of her breasts. By turn his touch was light and heavy. Sometimes he concentrated on her nipples. The rest of the time, he seemed unaware of their existence.

  Her body ached, and her pulse jumped and started. Her reason for being alive was wrapped around the two men she’d claimed as her masters. She’d do whatever they wanted, fuck them at the same time if that was—

  Ah!

  Levi’s tongue swiping her slit! Long, strong, taking no prisoners.

  “Oh, oh, oh.” Barely recognizing her voice, she tried to thrash about.

  “Don’t rush things,” Briant instructed. “Keep her off balance.”

  Levi sucked her pussy into his mouth. With his arms against the insides of her thighs, she wasn’t going anywhere. There was nothing measured about the delicious licking, nothing she could grab hold of and ride to climax. Just pleasure. Disjointed pleasure.

  The dumb, helpless fool she’d become began a hoarse, singsong chant. One moment her existence revolved around Levi’s assault on her pussy. The next, everything swung to Briant’s manipulation of her breasts. Unable to distinguish between the two delights, she strained to free her hands. She needed to touch the men! Needed to participate. Somehow.

  “No!” Briant’s hold tightened. “You aren’t going anywhere. This is our show. You’ll put up with it whether you want to or not.”

  I want! I want.

  Desperate for an outlet for the hot river flowing through her, she continued to fight Briant’s hands while waging an even greater battle to keep her lower body still for Levi.

  Levi knew her, damn it! Understood how desperately she craved his tongue against her.

  After capturing her nub between his lips, Levi tightened his hold. A hot rage blew through her. For a moment, she thought she’d wet herself, but it was only her free-flowing juices.

  “How does that feel?” Briant asked. “Not as in control as you’re used to being, right?”

  “No. Oh God, no.”

  “Which is exactly how we intend to keep you. From now on, we dictate everything. Pleasure or pain, it’s all up to us.”

  Had his intention been to frighten her? If so, he couldn’t have been more mistaken. Thinking about the future he’d painted with a few words made her smile and squirm as best she could.

  “Hey, Levi,” Briant said, “the little slave’s getting exactly what she wants. It’s your turn.”

  Levi backed off but kept her spread and exposed. His breath exploded over her pussy, and she again bucked like the wild animal they’d turned her into. She couldn’t make a sound beyond frenzied gasps.

  “You’re a fast learner, partner.” Bending low, Briant raked his teeth over her breast. “Feels damn good to control a woman, doesn’t it?”

  “Damn good, and it’s going to get better.”

  What did he mean? Before she could put her mind to determining the answer, Levi’s tongue invaded her.

  “No, no, no!”

  “What the hell are you blithering about?” Briant demanded.

  “I can’t—” Levi dived deeper, half killing her. “Can’t stand it.”

  “Yes, you can.” Briant’s voice turned low and hypnotic. “Remember the rules. If it’s somet
hing your masters want, it’ll happen. Think how rare right now is. How often does a master give a damn about his property’s pleasure?”

  Can’t think. “I don’t know.”

  “Almost never.” Briant gave weight to his words by touching his teeth to her nipple.

  He was right. Slaves were property, not human beings. They existed to service and serve their owners. Today she was truly blessed.

  Blessed? Crazy in need was more like it.

  Even as she tried to keep Briant in focus, she sank deeper into the world the men—and she—had created. Levi had taken ownership of her pussy and turned it into his playground. She couldn’t stop him from doing whatever he wanted. He’d work her until he’d reduced her to sexualized fragments. Maybe he wouldn’t stop even then but continue laving her opening, laughing his masterful laugh while she screamed and begged.

  Climax would follow climax, pleasure become pain. Finally he’d scrape up her broken body, deposit her at his feet, and step on what remained of her.

  “Can’t… I can’t… Oh please, I can’t—”

  “What can’t you do?” Levi demanded.

  Demoralized by the loss of his tongue in and around her sex, she tried to sit up. Briant forced her back down and leaned over her. He became her world, all except for what raged between her legs.

  “Come. I want to, but—”

  “Why do you think that is?” Levi’s finger brushed over her entrance, retreated.

  Oh shit! “Every…every time you start something, you stop before I—”

  “That’s the point of this exercise.” Briant’s face was so close. A little more, and she’d be able to kiss him. “It’s a lesson in domination and submission.”

  “I submit.”

  “Of course you do. You have no choice. Here’s an exercise for you. If you had a hand in your dungeon’s design, what would it look like?”

  Trying not to laugh at the idea of being expected to think, she reminded herself that if she performed to their satisfaction, they might reward her.

  “Not a dungeon. I couldn’t handle not being able to at least see outside.”

  “Even on a day like this?” Levi asked.

  Please don’t talk. Go back to what you were doing. “I need to watch it snow.”

  “I understand,” he muttered.

  “So do I,” Briant added. “All right, we’ll put you near a window, but it’ll have bars on it.”

  The thought of being kept where they could always reach her excited her. She tightened her pussy muscles in anticipation. “A cage. Bars instead of walls, so you can monitor everything I do. A bed and a toilet, so I can—”

  “What about a shower?”

  “I don’t… When you decide to clean me, you’ll hook a leash to my collar and lead me into your bathroom.”

  “Which has a clear glass shower.”

  Another wave of need assaulted her. “Watching won’t be enough. You’ll want to touch my body everywhere.”

  “Like this?”

  She couldn’t see Levi. Any moment he’d touch her pussy again, and she’d come unglued. Hell, she was almost there from anticipation.

  Something brushed her pussy, the touch so light, she wondered if she’d imagined it. Then it happened again. Intrigued, she made herself relax, waited.

  “Interesting. She responds to more than force,” Briant said. “Why don’t you take another run at it?”

  “Yeah, well, I guess.”

  Turning her head to the side, she realized Levi was standing over her. How had he gotten to his feet without her knowing? His hands were out of sight, close to her pussy if the sensations there were any indication. He returned her stare.

  “I’m going to have to work at this master business,” he said. “If you have complaints about my performance today, take it up with management.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “The thing is”—the corners of his mouth lifted—“I don’t give a damn about most of your body, just this area.”

  The feather again! This time the touch lasted longer. It traveled from her mons to her ass opening.

  “Oh shit!” Wild, she thrashed. Damn Briant’s imprisoning hold on her wrists! Damn Levi for standing with his legs inside hers and keeping hers apart.

  “Here we go,” Levi announced. “Pay attention.”

  His weapon blazed another trail from one end of her sex to the other. On fire, she arched her back and panted.

  Relief slammed into her when whatever Levi was using reached her puckered opening. He’d stop, give her a moment in which to gather up her mind and nerves.

  Only he didn’t grant her the one thing that might keep her sane. Instead, he reversed direction. The weapon set fire to her labia and clit.

  “Oh shit! Shit, damn you!”

  “Shut your mouth.” Briant clamped a hand over her mouth. “I hate hearing her talk like that, partner. What about you?”

  Even as her nerves screamed and begged for something she didn’t have words for, she heard Levi suck in air. One journey with whatever he was wielding barely ended before he began another. Her pussy was no longer hers. It, and consequently she, was being driven mad by sensual overload.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chanted against Briant’s hand.

  “What’s that about?” Briant demanded. “You don’t like what he’s doing?”

  “No!” Sweat coated her. Her muscles burned from trying to break free. “I hate—”

  “No, you don’t.”

  Alarmed by the ominous note in Levi’s voice, she tried to study his expression but saw only dark intensity. Briant removed his hand from her mouth and started caressing her cheek.

  “It’s a river down here.” Levi jerked his head at her crotch. “That’s not hate.”

  What was there to say? More to the point, she wasn’t sure she could put two words together. Sexual need moved through her in waves.

  “For the record,” Levi said, “this is what I was working you with.” He held up a torn and empty condom wrapper.

  Anticipation met need. Putting every bit of strength left in her into the act, she lifted her buttocks off the bed. “Please.”

  “Yeah, maybe.”

  “No, damn it. Don’t do that to me.”

  “Hey.” He glowered at her. “I’ll talk any way I damn well please, do whatever I want to you.”

  Of course he would. He and his friend owned her.

  His mouth again lifted in something that wasn’t quite a smile as he dropped the wrapper on her belly. The semi-grin died.

  “What?” Equal parts anticipation and nervousness assaulted her.

  “Trying to get a handle on… Oh damn, to hell with it!”

  She’d never seen a man move that fast. Before she could begin to comprehend what he had in mind, Levi ran his hands under her ass cheeks. His cock pushed against her vaginal opening. Willing herself to concentrate, she shifted slightly. The instant she did, his sheathed cock slipped in.

  “Don’t let her go,” he ordered. “Keep her right where she is.”

  “You’ve got it.” Briant hauled her arms over her head and held her hands against his middle. She felt his hard, flat belly every time he breathed.

  “Nothing but a slut, a slave.” Levi pushed deeper. “Worthless except for this. Might as well put her to use.”

  Blood flowed from her legs into her upper body. Concerned Levi couldn’t hold her that way for long, she wrapped her legs around him and ground her heels into his ass.

  They fucked like that, or rather Levi pummeled, pushed, retreated, and advanced while she gloriously absorbed the assault. The way Briant held her, she could barely move. Granted, she could and did tighten her vagina around Levi’s cock, but she wanted to do more, to participate fully.

  Nighttime in her masters’ home. She lay on her back on a tall bed, her nude form vulnerable and open. Master Levi stood between her legs, fucking her, while Master Briant’s cock filled her mouth. Her arms were outstretched bu
t not restrained, her body free of everything except her slave collar. Helpless pleasure moved through her in waves. Finally, after all the restraint and waiting, she was being used. And using them.

  “Great idea,” Briant said. “Don’t let the bitch go. Give it to her; just the hell give it to her.”

  Much as she loved knowing Briant was watching Levi fuck her, she couldn’t concentrate on his role. Every time Levi slammed into her, he pushed her back a bit. If not for the men’s hold on her, the union wouldn’t last.

  But it was, and it would.

  Prisoner. Slave. Good for one thing, satisfying the man whose cock stretched her inner walls.

  Ah yes, her sex. Hungry nerves feeding off Levi’s gift.

  Not just a slave, but something valuable and valued. Going deeper inside herself with every thrust. Listening to two men’s harsh breathing and filling herself with the sound.

  Wonderfully helpless. Gasping in delight. Climbing—something. Rocking, rocking, rocking.

  Dying and being reborn.

  “Yes!” she cried. Then it was too late for anything except the hard, wonderful ride. Her climax whipped her about, tore her apart, held her tight, then dropped her.

  Left her exhausted.

  Chapter Ten

  “Get over here.”

  Narah turned from the window where she’d been watching the storm rage and, still naked, started back to where Briant stood next to the bed, only to stop. Even with her back to the snowfall, she remained aware of it. More than aware, she corrected herself. The crazy, wild weather had touched her in ways she’d never fully understand. Changed her into something she’d never known existed.

  “Did you hear me? Get over here.”

  Her weary body awoke at the command. Part of it was in the riverfront lodge while the rest remained in the world of her mind. “Yes, Master.”

  When she was close enough, Briant grabbed her hair and hauled her onto the bed on her hands and knees. An unused condom lay on the pillow. He slapped her buttocks.

  “Stay where you are, slave. You’re not going to get away with doing just one of us today.”

  After she and Levi had climaxed, Levi had dropped her back onto the bed, and Briant had returned the use of her arms to her. Overwhelmed and used up, she’d wanted to curl onto her side and pull the coverlet over her, but Levi had ordered her to get up and place the used condom in the kitchen trash. She’d just returned from the task when Briant sternly told her to go into the bathroom and clean up. After using a soapy washcloth on her sensitive pussy, she’d taken a detour to the window.