Captured by Three Panthers [Caves of Correction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Aria looked toward the door, wondering if she’d heard a noise, and then the power went out. “Well, damn. That’s annoying. I wish this room had a window.”

  She supposed there’d be candles somewhere, not that she had any matches, but likely there’d be a box of matches with the candles, wherever that was.

  Aria was still trying to decide whether to make her way into the bathroom to feel in the drawers there for candles and matches, when the door to her room opened violently and a horde of people ran in.

  “What the fuck—”

  A thick blanket was dropped over her and wrapped tightly around her, covering her entire head and body. Her arms were trapped by her sides. She was thrown over someone’s shoulder. Unable to use her arms to hold on, she was terrified that she’d fall, but an iron band was wrapped around her thighs. So she supposed that was a stupid fear. A more realistic one was what would happen to her.

  She wiggled violently, wanting to get down, but every time she tried to take a breath and scream her mouth filled with fabric, and she had to concentrate on spitting it out and breathing shallowly. A hard, heavy hand slapped her butt. Even through the blanket or whatever it was, the spank hurt.

  However, it did shake some sense into her. She’d checked the box for an abduction. It looked like that’s what was happening right now, instead of dinner. That was a damn shame because she was hungry.

  But then again, it was very exciting. She could trust these people not to hurt her. Well, maybe a little bit of hurt, but they wouldn’t break her bones or anything because that would be bad for business. Or—hell—had she maybe signed away her rights to complain if they did break her ribs or something? Fucking hell, why didn’t I check for that first? What if they really do hurt me and not in a good way?

  The man carrying her must have been damn strong because he was moving fast, at a jog rather than a walk, and she was being bounced around as they went. Upside down like this, her head was spinning, and she longed to be upright again. All her blood was pooling down in her head, and without her arms to grip onto him, she couldn’t look up properly.

  And then she was put down and instantly dragged breath into her mouth to scream, only to have the fabric block her lips and nose again, making her shake her head and spit, trying to get rid of it. Then she was being carried in someone’s arms. The hands felt different, so maybe she’d exhausted the first man and this was a different one. Once again he was hurrying, racing along a path, and she could feel branches hitting her at times, and once he lurched, as if he’d tripped. She gasped and almost choked on fabric, coughing to clear her lungs. He slowed down a little bit then, but she didn’t know if it was because he’d almost fallen or because of her coughing.

  Finally they stopped and she had the sense of them entering a building. They went downstairs, and then along a twisting turning way, up some stairs and then down again. When she was finally stood on her feet again she knew she’d arrived, not that this man was exhausted from carrying her, although maybe he was tired as well.

  “What is your safe word, slave?”

  Aria was so startled at being spoken to she almost inhaled the fabric again. “Popsicle.” But it came out more like “Mmmsikl.”

  “Say it again.”

  This time she licked her lips first. “Popsicle, Sir.”

  “We have abducted you and now we’re going to seduce you. Do you want to call your safe word?”

  “Hell, no, Sir.”

  She was gripped and rolled on the ground, no, the floor. It was cold but not dirt. The blanket stayed over her head, but her dress, sandals, bra, and panties were removed, her wrists handcuffed, and a hood forced over her head and tied at the back, causing her braids to become unpinned.

  Two men, maybe more, dragged her across the cold floor and tied her to chains—metal, not rope, because she could hear rattling. And then rough, heavy hands were scraping over her skin. She tried to count how many hands but they were everywhere at once. So many of them. She thought there might be eight. No, six. No, seven. No. Ah fuck, I don’t know. There were hands on her breasts and at her cunt, touching her clit. Holy hell, a finger was dipping into her ass. There were hands on her feet, manacling her to more handcuffs. Were they even called handcuffs when they were on her ankles? Ankle cuffs maybe?

  She couldn’t think, couldn’t move. Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure her chest would be moving up and down so much they would see it, but she wasn’t scared. Well, maybe a little bit. She didn’t think they’d hurt her. Or not very much and mostly in a good way.

  But shit. What if I don’t like it? They sounded old, tough, and angry, and their hands were rough. Not at all like Cayden, Seb, and Leo earlier today whose voices were gentle and kind and filled with humor.

  Damn. What if these are rough, old fierce men and this isn’t fun after all?

  Safe word. I can call my safe word. Her heart stopped pounding quite so hard, and she could breathe more deeply as the blindfold and hood didn’t fill her mouth when she tried to gasp.

  This is what I asked for. This is what I want. If it isn’t a good experience I will call my safe word. Aria relaxed and started to unwind the tension in her body and to pay attention to the cues from her surroundings. Not being able to see didn’t matter. She still had all her other senses to find out about these people who’d abducted her for her fantasy.

  * * * *

  Cayden had worked really hard to scare her enough to fulfill her fantasy, but not so much she’d go hysterical on them. She’d taken the abduction very well, he thought, and he was certain she had no idea where they were, or who he was, which was very important to keeping the tension high for her.

  He was wearing a pair of thin leather gloves that he’d deliberately roughened, to make her think he had a workman’s hands. He and his brothers had also kept moving their hands on her body, trying to encourage her to think there were more than three of them. While she was securely tied to the chains, and maybe getting her wits back, the three of them were stomping and milling around the room, just far away from her that she couldn’t feel their movements, but trying to give the impression that there were more than three of them. Both his brothers were altering their footsteps as well, to act like different people. That was a damn good idea. Right now they wanted to raise the tension in her.

  He nodded to the rack of whips, canes, and floggers, and both his brothers picked up a toy in each hand, as did he. He took two whips and cracked them one after the other, as fast as he could, wanting to sound like two different people.

  Seb was acting the clown, dueling himself with two paddles, moving around the cave as he did, but to his credit it did sound like two people rather than just one. Meanwhile, Leo was cracking a cane against the counter and the walls while dragging a rope over the floor tiles.

  Aria was definitely intrigued, her head tilted to the side as she was clearly trying to understand what she could hear and not see.

  After a while he nodded to his brothers and spoke as roughly as he could. “You are at our mercy. No one knows where you are. We can do whatever we want to you for the next few days and no one will ever know.” As he spoke he snapped one of the whips, slashing it over the floor.

  Leo had something stuffed in his cheeks. It made him look like a chipmunk, but it was very effective in changing and thickening his voice. Of course, they were all wearing hoods to disguise themselves as well, which muffled their voices somewhat, too. “No one will come looking for you. You are ours and ours alone. Your body is our playground, and you can’t stop us from using every inch of you however we want to.”

  “Ours to punish until your ass is so hot, you’re crying and begging us to fuck you there. Hard, fast, ramming our cocks inside you until you can’t think of anything but the climax you so desperately need.” Seb paddled her ass as he spoke, heavy thwacks that reverberated around the cave.

  “But we won’t let you come. You’re our slave, and there’ll be no climax for you until we permit it.�
�� Cayden slid his left hand out of the glove and petted her ass where it had been paddled. Then, with his other, gloved hand, he rubbed over the tight sphincter muscle, and watched her shiver. He looked very closely at her and decided it was lust, not fear, which was a huge relief. This had to be what she wanted. Their aim was to give her the forced seduction fantasy she’d asked for, and to make it so powerful she craved them and wanted them to fuck her again and again.

  “No climax, no matter how much you beg,” Seb repeated in a harsh, raspy tone. He’d put a vampire glove on his hand and now he rubbed it over Aria’s breasts, across her nipples, and down her belly to her mound.

  Cayden and Leo stepped up beside her, crowding her, breathing hotly on her face, as they both repeated, “No climax for the slave. She hasn’t earned it yet.”

  “Not until she’s fucked us all.” Leo had a soft, malleable dildo in his hand which he spat on and then rubbed it over her mound.

  Cayden wasn’t sure it’d fool her, but it was a good idea to try anyway.

  “And sucked us. All of us.” Seb used a different, deeper tone this time, and they all flicked their toys on her ass as he spoke, distracting her and hopefully convincing here there were more than just three of them here.

  Then they settled down to punish her properly. It was important she feel the heat from their whip, flogger, cane, and paddle and that she be a little apprehensive. No abduction and forced seduction scene could possibly be a success if she was relaxed and happy about everything taking place. They needed to instill some tension and worry, without making her so fearful she didn’t get any pleasure out of it. But so far, she’d been very accepting. Now was the time to crank up the tension.

  So Cayden punished her ass hard enough to hurt and to leave it red but not enough to break her skin. That would be wrong of him. And all the time as each brother took his turn at punishing her, they milled around her, commenting in different voices, touching her, trying to make her believe there were four or five men, not three.

  Seb made good use of the vampire glove, swapping it from hand to hand and stroking her skin with it in unexpected places as well as obvious ones, like her breasts.

  Leo’s pockets were bulging with toys he used on her. The soft dildo whose head he kept wet, a flogger with strands he trailed gently over her skin, and a handle he used more roughly on her, as well as a cane he used on her ass and upper thighs and once or twice across her shoulders.

  Cayden felt her ass from time to time. It was bright red and fiercely hot. When Leo was tormenting her, he grabbed some lube and crouched at her feet, smearing lube on her ass and beginning to open it for them. He took his time because he wanted her to enjoy anal sex. Heightening her tension was important. Scaring her away from ménage sex would be a very bad outcome indeed.

  Seb came back from the chest of drawers with a medium-sized butt plug and a large dildo. Together they worked both toys inside her, filling and stretching her cunt and her ass while Leo was like a sleight-of-hand artist, punishing her with the flogger, a whip, and a paddle as fast as he could. They all kept talking as well, although Cayden could only concentrate enough to use one disguised voice, not two.

  Once both toys were deep inside her, Leo went over to the counter, dumping an armload of equipment there and returning with two knives. Edge play wouldn’t be as frightening because she couldn’t see the knife, but hopefully it would still heighten her tension.

  Leo touched her skin with the knife very lightly. In his thick, disguised voice, he said, “Feel how sharp the knife is.”

  Cayden watched as Leo ran it over her arm, just letting her feel it but not drawing any blood.

  “Imagine what would happen to a slave who antagonized a Master holding such a sharp weapon,” Cayden breathed into her ear.

  “A woman could have a tit cut off in a second,” Seb said in his growly, harsh voice as Leo let the tip if the knife touch Aria’s breast.

  Leo kneeled at her feet and took the blunt knife and played it across her pussy.

  Cayden said, “There are cultures where women have their clit cut off. The man who is their Master doesn’t want them to achieve satisfaction from anyone but him. Without a clit, it takes a very knowledgeable man to bring a woman to climax.”

  When Leo ran the blunt knife over her pussy Aria shuddered. Cayden knew this time it was fear not lust. So he said in a different voice, “But we would never do that to an obedient slave, one who gave us great joy.”

  “Our delight would be in seeing her climax fast, hard, and often. But only if she pleasured us well,” Leo said.

  “Are you going to give us as much pleasure as we give you?” demanded Cayden harshly, deliberately using the word pleasure again.

  “Yes, Master.” Aria’s voice was high and wobbly.

  For a moment he was worried that he’d frightened her too much. She was shaking slightly. Seb and Leo stroked her skin with their hands and gloves and Aria took in a shuddering breath. Cayden hoped that she’d remembered that this was what she wanted, that being scared was part of the scene, and that if she hadn’t been frightened at all she’d have felt disappointed afterward, if not now.

  * * * *

  Seb liked the way Aria responded to them. Her ass was very hot, indeed, and would likely be tender and sore still tomorrow, but that would just remind her of the delights of tonight. But then he remembered that this was supposed to be a forced seduction scene following an abduction, and if she was too relaxed and was enjoying herself too much, that would mean he and his brothers had actually failed to do what they were supposed to. Their job was to provide the fantasy the client requested, not just give her a good time.

  Fortunately, the knife play had provided the kick they needed. It had shaken Aria out of her calm acceptance, and yet he was certain, from her body language, that she’d appreciated it, even though she’d been frightened. Also, she was less relaxed, more alert. That was good as well. She needed that edge about her to fully develop the scene. Seb was aching for her to be drawn to the real them, the men behind these games.

  He wanted her to be their mate. Spending the day with her had been amazing. Spending the week with her was something he was truly looking forward to. Spending the rest of his life with her would be perfection indeed.

  He and Cayden unlocked the manacles from the eyebolts set into the floor and grabbed a knee each. Leo pushed her ass from behind and they swung her up, locking the manacles to the chains so her entire body was off the ground hanging by her wrists and ankles in a U shape.

  Leo pushed her shoulders making her body swing from the chains. They couldn’t leave her like this for long or the strain on her shoulders would be too much, unless she was a gymnast. A gymnast would maintain the position easily.

  They marched around her, stomping and prancing, trying to sound like ten men not three, talking over each other, altering their speed and steps, dragging a foot now and then and even turning back on themselves a few times. It was all designed to confuse and overwhelm her. Since this scene had to be very short, they couldn’t afford her working out there were only three of them speaking and surrounding her.

  They moved their hands over her skin constantly, touching her everywhere at once, not just in erogenous zones but also on her shoulders and feet, as if they were standing a little farther away from her as well as up close.

  And all the time they kept talking to her, asking her questions.

  “Can you deep throat a man?”

  “My dick is longing to be in your ass. Are you experienced at ass fucking?”

  “What about the things we might do to you? Do you like have your pussy eaten out?”

  “Have you ever taken two men at once? What about three or even four?”

  “I like a woman who can fuck all night long. How good is your stamina, slave?”

  “How many orgasms have you had in one night? Four? Five? Six?”

  “How many men have you had at once? Can you take us all? Can you take us all tonight? Now?” />
  Seb watched her closely. She seemed nervous, confused, but not terrified. Once again, they seemed to have gotten it right. They’d hit the correct point between having her too relaxed and having her terrified.

  Quickly they unchained her and laid her on her facedown on the floor. The floor was quite cold. This was a cave originally, and although any gaps and drafts had been sealed up, the walls were still rock and the floor, tiles. There was no real heating here, although being underground in itself prevented the temperature from being too extreme.

  Seb curved her arms so there was no longer any stress on her shoulders, spread her legs wide, and began playing with the butt plug in her ass. He heard the tiny gasp she gave and immediately smothered, but it made him smile. She liked being touched there. That was vitally important. Apart from the fact that she’d asked for ménage sex, if they were to find a mate, one who enjoyed ménage sex was best. And to enjoy ménage sex she had to appreciate the delights that anal sex, done properly, could provide. It seemed that Aria was onboard with the program so far, which was good news indeed.

  Cayden helped roll her onto her back. Now the three of them touched her breasts, her cunt, her clit, her ass. They pinched and tweaked her nipples and thrust the dildo and butt plug in and out of her. Aria’s honey was dampening her pussy lips, which showed she did want them.

  “You want us, don’t you, slave?” Seb asked her in his harshest voice, pinching her nipple.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “All of us,” Cayden added.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Right now. All of us in your mouth, in your cunt, in your ass, between your breasts, and splashing our cum on your belly,” said Leo.

  “Yes, yes, yes. I want you all. I want you now.” Her words were a wail of desire, and it was the hottest thing Seb had ever heard. His dick, already hard and aching, pressed tight against his zipper at her words.

  Seb heaved a sigh of relief. “You’re going to have us all. And we’re going to have you, every inch of you.”