“Tomorrow we play a full dungeon scene with her. Her ass will still be sore. No party girl will agree to a full scene so soon after being double fucked. She’ll be so busy trying to think of a good reason to say no, we’ll catch her in her lies and then ship her off home, wherever that really is.”
Once again that sounded harsh to Raleigh, but he had to agree that if she was lying, the sooner they discovered her falseness the better. “What about tonight?”
“What do you mean?”
“Were you planning to feed her?”
Kingston turned away from Raleigh and marched across the room to where Andorra’s backpack was leaning against the wall near the apartment door. Kingston squatted down and undid the zipper, pulling things out of the front pocket. Raleigh hurried over to look. He didn’t approve of searching her belongings, but he did want to see what they told him about her.
A beanie, a scarf and mittens, a small notebook with a pen pushed down inside the spiral wire, and a cell phone with no credit and a flat battery.
Kingston put them back in the pocket and opened the main part of the backpack. A pile of used clothing, most of it quite dirty, as if she had been hiking in it for days, clean underwear and socks in a plastic bag, and a toothbrush, toothpaste, a hairbrush, and a half empty box of matches in a small Ziploc bag. Another Ziploc bag held a wallet. Inside was a driver’s license in the name of Andorra Yasbit, age twenty-five, some other pieces of identification, and a single five-dollar note. There were also less than two dollars in change, and no credit cards.
Raleigh unrolled her bedding then folded it up again before pulling the backpack toward him and rummaging through it again. “There’s no charger or cable for the cell phone,” he said.
“So what?”
“She has no credit card and no change on her phone to call for money. She was taking this seriously even if she wasn’t telling the truth. Apart from that her two water bottles are empty, she has a fishing net, a cooking pot, a bowl, a spoon, and a fork, and she definitely hasn’t got any food with her,” added Raleigh holding up a couple of empty plastic shopping bags.
Kingston put her things back in the backpack. “It doesn’t prove anything, I suppose, except that if she has any money it’s in the pockets of the jeans she’s wearing right now.”
“She isn’t wearing a money belt. I watched her get undressed.”
“Yeah, I saw her get dressed after I caught her in the hot spring. She didn’t put a money belt on then, either, or transfer anything from the pockets of her dirty jeans to the pockets of her clean ones, but she could have done that later in private.
“Which brings us back to the question, ‘What next?’”
“We feed her then put her in the plainest guest room. And tomorrow we play an intense dungeon scene. Something that will test her through and through and show us her character.
* * * *
A group of men was watching a baseball game very noisily, so Andorra tucked herself away in the back corner of the communal living room in a comfortable chair and let her body relax. Her ass was burning despite the gel Master Kingston had put in it, and her belly was starting to cramp with hunger. She reminded it she’d had a meal when she first arrived here, but that seemed like a long time ago. She tried to calculate the time. It had been afternoon, maybe mid-afternoon, she supposed, and now it was what she’d categorize as getting close to bedtime. So perhaps six hours. Not a big drama at all. The last two days coming up the mountain she hadn’t caught any fish and her oatmeal had run out. She’d managed then and she’d deal with the situation now. She could cope without food. She’d get a nice big drink of water before she went to bed. Andorra reminded herself that people on strict diets welcomed the feeling of emptiness in their belly. It was a sign of success, that they were doing something right.
She closed her eyes and thought about Master Kingston. How did she feel about him? He’d done what he said, in that he’d fucked her ass and his friend had fucked her cunt. Neither of them had used condoms. But she really felt, however crazy it might seem, that she could trust him. Should trust them. Could trust this entire community.
The idea of a strong and capable man taking charge of her life appealed to her. She’d enjoyed hiking and traveling. Not being tied to a schedule or a job. But she was ready now to settle down, get a job and an apartment. She still didn’t really know what she wanted to do, so going to college was a waste of time. It’d be better if she just got a job. She was reasonably certain Nevis had said the company business was transportation. Surely they must have need of office workers? Someone to enter data, file papers, make the coffee? She could do all that. Transportation. Maybe she could even learn to drive a truck. She wouldn’t mind doing that. Or flying the helicopter. Now that would truly be fun! But she thought that to fly a chopper a person needed hundreds of hours of pilot training, so that was out. She didn’t even have any money for one lesson, never mind hundreds.
“Come on.”
The words, spoken right by her head, caused Andorra to come out of her thoughts fast. She jumped to her feet and followed Master Kingston out of the room. He led her all the way up the stairs to his apartment again, and into the bedroom.
“You are never to wear clothing in our presence. Undress, slave, and remain naked.”
The room was warm enough. She shouldn’t be too uncomfortable naked, she supposed, stripping out of her clothing for what seemed like the millionth time this day.
“Is your ass sore?” asked Master Kingston.
“Inside, a bit. Outside, no, Master.”
“What if I said we were going to double fuck you again right now?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Even though it’s sore?” asked Raleigh.
“Yes, Master.”
“First we’ll play a game to arouse you. Lie on your face on the bed. Stretch your arms and legs wide apart.”
Andorra did as she was told and found her wrists and ankles handcuffed to the bedposts and a blindfold covering her head. She felt a flash of fear, then reminded herself that she needed to trust these men, and forced herself to take some big deep breaths.
She wondered why she was drawn to these two men, scarcely more than strangers. Raleigh was kind and considerate. Kingston very dominant, yet she knew underneath his harsh words he was watching her and wouldn’t really hurt her. There was a link between them. A bond she couldn’t quite explain. Or maybe it was just that they were very delicious eye-candy and gave her great orgasms. The best orgasms she’d ever had.
Hands stroked her back and ass. She was certain the rougher, more demanding pair belonged to Master Kingston and the more gentle, but larger pair, to Raleigh. Or Master Raleigh she supposed she should call him.
The first few strikes with the whip brought tears to her eyes then she relaxed into the punishment as the heat from the narrow stripe on her ass spread into her body warming her, making her ready to accept a cock inside her again. Her pussy creamed with readiness as a flogger began punishing her back, laying stripes on her shoulders and thighs. And then fingers were in her ass, more gentle this time and thickly coated with gel, stretching her, softening her tissues.
Her feet were uncuffed and her legs lifted as a man crawled between them, touching her ass, her pussy, her clit in a teasing, yet arousing sequence. Finally her handcuffs were removed, and Master Kingston pulled her onto her side and placed his mouth over her breast. She grasped his shoulders as he sucked and licked her breast, taking the entire areola into his mouth and sucking hard. When he did bite her nipple it brought nothing but pleasure, causing cream to pour from her pussy in readiness.
He lifted her upper leg and slammed his cock into her cunt, grabbing her hips and pushing himself deep as he’d done earlier. Only when his balls were rammed hard against her body did he stop.
Master Raleigh moved in behind her, pressing his cock at her rear entry. Andorra wasn’t sure whether it was the way he’d prepared her, or simply because she’d already had anal
sex today, but his cock slipped in fairly easily and although it burned a little it didn’t hurt as much this time. He wiggled and thrust deeper inside her, until he was resting firmly against her back.
Master Kingston’s fingers bit into her hips as he held her exactly where he wanted her. Master Raleigh’s hands were more gentle as they guided her. The two men began a movement where one withdrew as the other pushed in. Andorra felt the tension in her body rising exponentially with the actions of the men. One or the other of them was always driving deeper inside her, arousing her, making her desperate for that little bit extra that would help her to come.
She was more aware this time. More able to pay attention to the men and their actions, even though the blindfold covered her face. In some ways, not being able to see actually enhanced her response as she was forced to use her other senses to make up for the missing one.
She let go of Master Kingston’s shoulders and gently stroked his arm, then reached behind her to pet Master Raleigh. Kingston was stockier than Raleigh, more heavily muscled and more solid. Raleigh had plenty of muscles but they were leaner and less obvious to her wandering fingers.
And then she couldn’t concentrate anymore. The orgasm was so very close it consumed all her thoughts before bursting through her body, leaving her limp and shaking between the two men. Once again they flooded her fore and aft with their hot cum and Master Raleigh pressed kisses against the back of her neck.
It was Raleigh who picked her up and carried her into the shower, but both men washed her, and then once again Master Kingston put gel in her ass.
She went to get her clothing but Master Kingston said, “Stop, slave. You must remain naked in these rooms. Your body is for our pleasure. It no longer belongs to you.”
Well, fuck! I was hoping to have something to eat before I went to bed.
* * * *
Kingston just couldn’t understand why Andorra was acting this way. He’d given her every opportunity to say she’d had enough of his attention and wanted to leave the mountain. Hell, he’d even checked that Nevis had shown her the helicopter so she knew she could be out of here the moment she asked for her freedom. He’d been sure the ménage would have sent her running from him, or when he insisted on going bareback, or even his demand she remain naked. Either she was just plain stupid or else she—No. She couldn’t be their woman. She had to be some brainless chick sent here to ensnare him into marriage. A marriage where she, or the man using her as his puppet, would gain access to the pack’s money and power.
He’d meant to do an Internet search on her to find out who and what she really was, but instead he’d been unable to keep his hands off her and had fucked her again. He shouldn’t have done that. Her ass was going to be sore. She was so extremely tight in both her ass and her cunt, that either she’d had some very expensive surgery to make her that way, or else she really was inexperienced. In that case she must have been chosen by some man who planned to use him in some way. But how and when and to do what?
Kingston couldn’t think. Seeing her stand there, so like his dream woman and his dream slave, had his dick standing up and demanding he take her again and again. He hadn’t had her mouth yet. She needed to be fully claimed in every way as his. But he couldn’t do that now. He needed to act like the pack Alpha he truly was and get some research done about her. He had to find out who was pulling her strings. Who was controlling her. Who was after his power and prestige. His pack.
Damn she looked so fucking beautiful standing there. She hadn’t moved from her position when he’d told her to remain naked. She was looking right at him now, her brown eyes showing caution but not fear, her shoulder-length hair quite neat despite her not having brushed it. Her breasts were round and full, the brown nipples still aroused. Her hips and ass were slightly rounded, although her belly was flat. Her legs were long and straight, with small, neat ankles. All in all she was perfection. And his fucking dick wanted her again. Already.
He spoke far too harshly to her, he knew, but he couldn’t convince himself she’d told the truth about why she was here. “What do you want now?” He knew it sounded like she’d been endlessly nagging him, when in fact she’d asked for nothing. Yet.
“I’m hungry. Please may I have something to eat and drink?”
He spread his legs wider apart, letting his dick stand up straight and tall. “Yes, you can suck my dick. I’m told jism is full of protein and Vitamin C. That’ll be the ideal meal for you. Get here and on your knees right now, slave.”
He felt more than saw Raleigh give him a strange look, but obediently Andorra came back to kneel at his feet and took his dick in her mouth. He knew from before she had skills in cock-sucking. She’d brought him very close to ejaculation last time in just moments. Now he’d fucked her twice already, he should be able to last much longer this time and give her a real workout. It’d be interesting to see just how good she really was. A slave ought to be ready to arouse her master at any time of day or night. A Dom often needed the edge taken off his desires before he conducted a long scene with his sub. Now would be a good time to test her.
Kingston knew he was just trying to validate his treatment of her. If he was a nice person he’d have gotten her a real meal, not an instant microwave dinner the first time, and now that she’d said she was hungry again he’d been given a second opportunity to treat her nicely. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t believe she was genuine. Something in him was driving him to make her show her true nature. To force her to be honest and tell him about who had brought her here and dumped her on his doorstep.
Deliberately he kept his gaze on the wall, not on her, not wanting to come fast, determined to make her work hard to arouse him. Her hands on his balls and shaft were gentle, but her skin was not pampered and soft. The skin of her hands was actually rough and callused in places, which was interesting. It was easy for a woman to remove her nail polish and cut her nails, but it took time to lose the soft skin and build rough places. She must be a gym junkie. Or maybe she had walked the last day up the mountain once her support team had left her.
He grabbed her hair with both his bands, tugging on it to move her head where he wanted her mouth, but it wasn’t enough.
“Deep throat me, damn you.” He pushed her head right back and drove his dick deeper into her mouth. She was gagging around him but it felt so good he held her there slamming his dick up and down until his cum spurted from him. Only then did he loosen his hold on her and withdraw into her mouth. Her chest was heaving for air, and tears were trickling down her cheeks, but she silently swallowed his essence.
He shoved two fingers into her cunt. It was wet. Excellent. Deep throating him might have frightened her some, but it had also aroused her. He picked her up and laid her on the bed, nodding to Raleigh. Immediately Raleigh climbed between her legs and began eating her out. Kingston settled beside her and teased her nipples. The more he saw them the more he wanted to bite them. He rolled them between his fingers but couldn’t see any mark from where he’d bitten her before. He dropped his mouth onto her breast, licking the soft flesh, especially the underside of her mound, which was so tender. He pulled and twisted her other nipple with his free hand while he licked and sucked her breast, then he filled his mouth with her breast sucking hard.
“She’s very wet. We’re doing something right,” said Raleigh. But Kingston already knew that. Her hips were pushing her pelvis up into Raleigh’s mouth and she’d arched her back to give him more of her breasts.
She’s mine! his brain screamed at him, and he bit down on her nipple until he tasted blood. He kept sucking, knowing that would soothe and heal the wound. After all, he was a werewolf and his fangs were made for biting.
Her body jerked under him and he knew she’d climaxed. Almost immediately his good feelings dissipated and he was angry with her again. She had to have been planted on him by someone who wanted access to him. He gripped her chin tightly, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Who sent you here? Who helped you cl
imb the mountain?”
There was no deceit or confusion in her face. “No one. I told you. I just wanted to get to the top. I didn’t know it was your property. I’m sorry for coming on your land without permission. I didn’t know.”
He drew back from her delectable body. “What do you want now?”
“Please may I have a drink? I’m thirsty and my throat hurts.”
Again he felt a flash of guilt. Her voice was husky and he had driven his dick down her throat. He shrugged the feelings off. If she wanted to be with him she had to get used to him fucking her mouth. “I suppose you’d like a nice glass of wine now,” he sneered at her.
She shook her head. “Water please.”
“Why?” asked Raleigh.
“Drinking alcohol on an empty stomach would not be wise,” she said softly.
“There are groceries in the kitchen. Cook a meal for the three of us. It’s to be ready to eat in half an hour. While you’re cooking you may have two glasses of water,” said Kingston, determined to beat her resistance down.
To his amazement she climbed off the bed and went straight to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and assembling ingredients, before pouring her glass of water, which she drank thirstily.
Maybe she really was hungry.
He sat back on the bed resting against the headboard and tugged on his cock as he watched her move around his kitchen. Raleigh disappeared into the bathroom, presumably for a shower. But Kingston wasn’t finished with her yet. Just watching her was making him hard again.
* * * *
Raleigh was so confused. He really didn’t know what to think. On the one hand he felt Kingston was being far too harsh on Andorra. Yet if she really had been sent among them to entice them into marrying her and signing away their property rights, he was doing the correct thing in not encouraging her. But what if her story, outlandish as it seemed, was the truth? What if she really was genuine, unprotected with no money or home, and they were abusing her helplessness by fucking her all night long?
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