Chapter 11
Fairchild paused for a moment and stared at the two men standing before her in the brightly lit octagon.
The pair of massive, ripped males stared back at her with hunger in their eyes.
One of them, Dutton, was completely naked, his clothes neatly stacked on the mat beside him.
The other, Reece, had not been so clean about it.
He still wore his boots, and his pants were pushed down around his knees.
Both men were jacking their hard cocks with a deep, steady rhythm that made Fairchild’s inner muscles clench.
Neither of them answered her question, yet their silence spoke volumes.
Who was next? Both of them were. They were going to share her between them, just as they had done in the briefing room. Only this time, Fairchild was ready for it.
More than ready. She needed it.
Behind her, the chain-link cage shook and rattled as Nash struggled against his bindings.
The torture Fairchild had inflicted upon him had been torture for herself as well.
She had wanted so very badly to let him finish in her mouth.
She had wanted to taste his thick cum gushing out across her tongue, and to feel it sliding warm and creamy down her throat.
She’d said she would make him regret challenging her though, and she was nothing if not a woman of her word. His torture would have to last a little longer.
Hers, however, was coming to an end.
Fairchild strode forward to meet the two men who were waiting for her, and she placed her hands against the hard muscles of their chests. She could feel their augmetically enhanced hearts pounding away inside them every bit as fiercely as her own. Her skin was fire. Her sex was dripping wet.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
Reece took her and pulled her in for a kiss. His lips were hot and slippery against hers, and his cock was stiff and hot against her tummy. His tip leaked precum onto her skin, and her core throbbed in response. She kissed him harder, deeper.
Fairchild knew it had been Reece’s intention to get her all worked up like this.
What she didn’t know was how much of it had been planned, and how much had been improvisation.
Had he perhaps sent Nash to visit her with his little proposal?
And had Nash, perhaps, lost the competition on purpose, just so Reece would have the perfect opportunity to train her in the oral arts?
That thought infuriated Fairchild to no end, but for now, her fury would have to wait. She broke the kiss and stared up into Reece’s pale eyes.
“We’re going to have a talk later,” she said.
“Later,” he agreed.
The crackle in his voice told her he was in no mood for talking now either. His lust was nearly as uncontrollable as her own. Maybe that was acting, but she didn’t think so.
Fairchild turned her attention to Dutton, and she barely had a chance to look at the man before he dragged her in for a kiss of his own.
He was obviously a man who liked to let his actions do the talking, and his body felt tense with pent-up aggression.
After a moment, he pushed her back and gave her a piercing look that made her insides flutter with heat.
“Your pills,” he said.
Fairchild’s heart skipped. Her pills. In the heat of the moment, she had forgotten all about them. She told herself she would have remembered them before it was too late, but deep down, she really wasn’t sure.
“Don’t move,” she said.
Fairchild rushed through the gate at the side of the octagon and ran to the corner of the room where her gym bag was lying.
The pill canister was inside, right where she’d left it.
She unscrewed the lid and tapped one capsule into her hand.
It was a bit tricky with her fighting gloves on, but she managed.
The pill had a metallic sheen to it, and it almost looked like a tiny bullet in Fairchild’s palm.
She knocked it back dry and instantly felt a strange, ticklish surge as the nanites entered her system.
When she returned to the ring a moment later, the Mercs were still there waiting for her. Reece had finished stripping off his clothes, and now he was every bit as naked as Dutton.
As for Nash, the cocky young Merc was still tied to the side of the cage, his erection bobbing up and down like it was trying to get Fairchild’s attention.
“Please,” he said. “You can’t leave me like this! I need to come so fucking bad!”
Fairchild gave him a taste of his own medicine and smirked.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll let you watch.”
Nash thrashed violently, struggling against his bonds. For a moment, Fairchild thought he was going to pull the entire cage down on top of himself. The chain-link held, however, and so did the sturdy canvas wraps binding his wrists and ankles.
“This is so fucking unfair,” he growled.
Fairchild stood in front of him and looked him up and down. She loved the way he was sweating it out under the hot lights, and she loved the way his hard dick was jumping with animal arousal—an arousal she herself had kindled with her lips and with her tongue.
She arched one brow.
“I seem to recall that you were the one who came up with the rules.” She bent over and lightly kissed the tip of his penis, then she stood up straight again. “You said I could do whatever I want with you, so now I’m going to make you watch…”
She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. Then she turned to face the other two Mercs standing behind her.
It was Dutton who claimed her first. Fairchild half expected the soft-spoken Merc to be gentle with her.
He was anything but.
His first shove sent her stumbling backward into the chain-link barrier of the octagon.
Her body rebounded off the springy mesh, and with a second shove he spun her, bending her over at the waist. Before she even had a chance to react, he was inside her, balls deep and thrusting hard.
She hooked her fingers through the side of the cage and held on for dear life.
Fairchild was grateful for the brutal way he ravaged her. It felt more like a fight this way, and fighting was her comfort zone.
She gave back as good as she got, shoving her ass into him hard, matching every violent thrust with an angry thrust of her own. She clenched the inner muscles of her pussy like she was trying to choke his dick into submission. She snarled like a bitch in heat.
Nash was right beside her, his bound body moving with the rhythm of the rattling cage.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “That looks so good.”
“Sure does,” Reece agreed.
The team leader came around on Fairchild’s other side. He swept his hand down the length of her back to the place where Dutton was taking her, then back up again to the base of her neck. He clutched a tight fistful of her hair and jerked her head back hard, making her gasp.
“I want that mouth,” he growled.
Fairchild let him have it. She let go with one hand, and Reece positioned himself in front of her, with his back resting against the side of the cage.
Fairchild grabbed the chain-link again and took him between her lips while Dutton continued hammering her from behind.
Every thrust forced her mouth farther and farther down Reece’s cock, until finally his tip was all the way down her throat.
“Don’t stop,” he grunted. “Don’t fucking stop…”
Fairchild wasn’t sure who Reece was talking to—her or Dutton—but it really didn’t matter.
Dutton was showing no signs of stopping anytime soon, and as long as she was pinned between the two strong Mercs, she didn’t have any say in the matter.
They were going to use her as long and as hard as they wanted. She had no choice but to take it.
And Nash had no choice but to watch.
“Reece!” the bound Merc pleaded. “Untie me, bro! Let me get a piece of that action.”
The team leader just chuckled cruelly.
“Sorry bro, but rules are rules. You gotta stay tied up until Fairchild says you’re free to go.”
Nash groaned. The poor bastard sounded like he was on the verge of tears.
Fairchild would have laughed if she could.
Not that she was one to mock. Tears were rolling steadily down her face, mixing with the saliva leaking from her circled lips.
Between her legs, her pussy was weeping too.
The workout room rang with wet and shameful sounds.
“Come for us,” Reece whispered above her. “Come with our two cocks inside you.”
Fairchild’s climax hit her like an ambush, sending shockwaves of endorphins exploding through her system. Her muscles tautened, her body bucked. Reece’s hand held her in place for another moment, then he released her, and she came off him gasping and trailing spit.
Dutton came an instant later, pumping her full of his hot, sticky jizz. The first spurt flooded her completely, and the next dozen overflowed, running down her legs and dripping to the mat below in thick globs.
He was coming inside her. Deep inside her.
If she hadn’t taken her pill—
Fairchild shook that thought from her head and focused on the feeling instead—the feeling of all that warm, thick cum gushing against the furthest depths of her pussy. God, how could one man come so much?
The sensation prolonged Fairchild’s own orgasm until she felt as if she might pass out from pleasure.
But the Mercs weren’t through with her yet.
Reece still hadn’t finished.
Neither had Nash.
As soon as Dutton’s cock stopped spurting, he pulled out of her, and in one smooth motion he scooped her up from behind, lifting her body and pushing her forward until she was face to face with Reece against the side of the cage. Her legs were open wide.
Together, the two Mercs lowered her onto Reece’s hard cock. He entered her with a wet squelch that brought a rush of heat to her already flushed face.
“Had enough?” Reece asked.
Fairchild gritted her teeth and growled. She clutched the chain-link with her fingers and toes, and she started to ride, working the Merc’s big cock in and out of her dripping pussy, squeezing his hard shaft with all her might.
Reece smirked and gripped her ass, helping her ride him.
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s what I thought.”
Behind her, Dutton kissed his way down her sweating back, his lips slowly moving lower and lower until finally he was kneeling behind her with his face buried between the spread cheeks of her ass. He tongued her anus slow and deep while Reece held her steady and fucked her.
Fairchild tossed her head back and yelled as she came a second time, a savage warrior’s cry.
She would have to work on that over the coming week, learn to soften it a little, but right now she didn’t care.
She was lost to everything but the delicious, wet friction between her legs, the heat, the throbbing.
Beside her, her prisoner thrashed like an animal.
Fairchild pitched her head forward and glared into Reece’s hard eyes. Her heart was pounding to the rhythm of his thrusting cock.
“Come inside me,” she demanded. “I want to feel it.”
A wolf’s grin. “If it’s my seed you want, you’re gonna have to earn it, woman. Suck it out of me. Suck it out with that tight little cunt.”
Fairchild growled and clenched, squeezing her walls around the hard thing inside her.
Reece answered with a growl of his own and picked up the tempo, pumping her even harder and faster than before.
Fairchild could hear his big balls slapping against Dutton’s chin as the other Merc continued devouring her ass.
At last, Reece gave her what she wanted.
With a grunt, the Merc unloaded inside her, his cockhead pressed against the very deepest part of her, inseminating her from point-blank range. He tossed his head back against the side of the cage and showed her the bulging veins of his throat as he came and came and came.
And through it all, Dutton never stopped licking, even when his leader’s cum leaked out of her pussy and dribbled down to the place where his tongue was feasting.
When the stars finally cleared from Fairchild’s eyes, the two big Mercs were holding her between them, gently guiding her limp body down onto the mat. She propped herself on her elbows and looked around in a daze.
“I came?” she asked.
Reece smiled and stroked her thigh.
“I think it’s safe to say you did,” he said, then chuckled. “And you weren’t the only one.”
At first, she thought he was talking about himself.
Then she looked at Nash. The bound Merc had stopped struggling.
He was panting heavily, and his skin was glossy with sweat.
A long string of viscous white stuff was oozing from the tip of his hard cock, and more of it was spattered on the mat in front of him.
“Holy shit,” Fairchild gasped. “He came just from watching?”
“You gave him one hell of a show,” Reece said.
Dutton walked over to the far side of the octagon. Something was dangling from the chain-link. Something sticky and white. He gathered it with his finger, inspected it for a moment, then held it up for Fairchild and Reece to see.
“No way,” Fairchild said. “It went all the way across the ring.”
Reece chuckled again. “Probably would have gone clear across the workout room if it hadn’t hit the side of the cage.” He turned and looked at Nash, who was still recovering. “Damn, bro. That’s gotta be some kind of record.”
Nash didn’t seem amused.
“You’re all… fucking assholes,” he panted. “As soon… as I’m free… gonna kick… all your… asses.”
“Oh yeah?” Fairchild said. “Well you’re not free yet, big boy.”
She rolled over onto her hands and knees and started crawling across the mat on all fours, naked and dripping. She could feel all three Mercs’ eyes locked on her body like sniper scopes. She took her time with it, letting them get a good look at her.
When she reached Nash, she stopped in front of him and smiled up at him sweetly. Then she dragged her tongue along the underside of his hard cock, licking away the warm cum that was dripping down his shaft. The Merc tensed and hissed as if in pain.
“Don’t you like it when I do that?” she asked innocently.
“You know I do,” Nash breathed. “But my dick’s too sensitive right after I’ve—”
He cut himself off, but it was too late. He’d already divulged his weakness, and Fairchild was eager to take advantage of it. She licked him again, savoring the way he sucked air between his clenched teeth.
“Too sensitive?” she asked.
Nash shook his head. “Baby, please. It’s too much. I can’t take it. I can’t—oh fuck…”
Fairchild ignored his pleas. She already had her lips around him, and she was sliding them up and down his hard shaft with a wet, hungry rhythm. She had no intention of stopping. Not until her mouth was filled with his seed.