Chapter 11 Hawk
HAWK
I wasn’t even surprised.
We worked the Hunt the way my hawks worked the fields when they were looking for food: swooping, diving, covering as much ground as possible.
Because every field had its share of mice.
It was only a matter of time before the birds spotted something worth eating.
Now I had Cassie Montgomery in my hands, her skin hot and slick under my palms. Like an animal with preternatural senses, I could almost hear the beat of her heart, the pulse of her blood.
She’d taken off her shirt, probably because of the heat lamps, and my dick got hard at the delicious swell of her tits spilling out of her pale purple bra. Her copper hair was dark and damp around her shoulders, her full mouth parted in shock.
A hiss came from inside the walls and the fog started to dissipate as the machines we’d set up shut down.
“Thank fuck,” Jagger said. “I like to see what I’m eating.”
“Same,” Vigo said.
Cassie struggled in my hands. her green eyes flashing. “Let me go! I changed my mind!”
I heard the darkness in my own laughter. “Give it a minute. You might change your mind again.”
“Let… go… of… me.”
I admired her fight. She thrashed in my hands, her voice as angry as it was scared.
I moved toward the chains hanging from the ceiling. “Let’s get her on the wall.”
She grunted and fought as Vigo and Jagger got the cuffs around her wrists, suspending her arms over her head. After that it got easier, although she still tried to kick us as we worked to take off her sneakers and peel off her jeans.
Vigo grunted when she landed a bare foot to his face, but it didn’t take long for him and Jagger to get her out of the jeans.
Then she was chained to the wall in nothing but her bra and underwear, her chest heaving as she continued to struggle against the chains around her wrists.
And holy fuck, she was even more luscious than I’d imagined.
Her full tits narrowed to the hourglass of her waist, and I had the sudden desire to sink my teeth into her fleshy hips, her extravagant thighs. It was easy to imagine having her on all fours, pushing into her pussy from behind while I spread her glorious ass.
No wonder Bram had hidden her away.
I paced in front of her, searing the image of her almost-naked body into my brain. “Fighting will only make it worse.”
Vigo pulled a ball gag out of his pocket and tossed it into the air, catching it like it was a tennis ball. “Yeah, you’re going to fucking tear up your wrists.”
Cassie’s eyes widened on the ball gag dropping again and again into Vigo’s hand.
“I’m going to come closer,” I said. “If you kick me, I’m going to use the gag. It’s not super comfortable, but who knows, you might actually like it.”
I didn’t actually mind if I got beat up a bit.
It was part of the fun. But the Hunt was more than a game of chance, it was a game of power and control.
Dominance was the part we played, and dominance had to start with Cassie knowing who was in charge, knowing that we had the power to make her comfortable.
Or not.
She shook her head. “No…”
I stepped toward her and removed my knife.
Her gaze widened on the blade, but before she could start fighting again I slashed it across my palm, then reached out to smear my blood on her right cheek.
She gasped in shock. “What the… what the fuck?”
I stepped away. “Trust us, it’s for your own protection.”
Vigo tossed the ball gag to Jagger and sauntered over to Cassie. She didn’t have time to protest before he grabbed her face, puckered her lips, and planted a kiss on her mouth.
Cassie gasped when he pulled away, her body stone still, like she was in some kind of shock at the strange turn of events.
“Hmmm… yummy.” Vigo sliced his palm and reached for her. She tried turning her head, but that just made it easier for Vigo to mark her left cheek with his blood. “Back soon, love.”
Jagger tossed the ball gag back to Vigo and let his eyes roam Cassie’s body, taking his time as he approached. When he reached her, he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, then traced her lips with his finger.
“Don’t be scared, mouse. You’re going to like what we do to you.”
He slashed his palm with his knife and painted her forehead with his blood. She must have been used to it by now, because she didn’t make a peep.
That was the thing about humans: we could adapt to anything. It was a superpower really, one most people didn’t even know they had.
It was also a fucking albatross, because it meant nothing was new for long. For Jagger, Vigo, and me, it meant pushing the envelope a little further every day, looking for the thrill of something new, the adrenaline rush that came with discomfort.
Jagger reached into his pocket for our collar and lifted it to her neck.
She tried to jerk back but the tunnel wall kept her trapped. “What… what are you doing?”
Jagger slipped the silver collar onto her neck and locked it into place. “Claiming you. You’re our little mouse now.”
He stepped away, and I reached into the pocket of my jeans for the long gold chain I’d been carrying around. It was surprisingly delicate, like a fine piece of jewelry, a loop on one end, three clamps on the others.
I caught the scent of her — something comforting that made me think of steamed milk and vanilla — as I leaned in to lower the loop over her head. My dick was so hard it ached, something that was unusual for the Hunt.
Because the thing is, I’d gotten used to the Hunt too. It was fun, exciting even. But there were only so many things that could happen: the girls either fought us or they didn’t, and in the end, they always liked what we did to them.
Cassie was scared, but I sensed something else in her too.
She was excited.
She was also vulnerable. I felt it the way I felt the vulnerability of a bird with a broken wing, one that tried to hide its injury, that tried to keep the other birds away for fear of showing its weakness.
Cassie looked down at the chain hanging from her neck, the clamps dangling from the loop. “What is this?”
“Patience, mouse.” I removed my knife from its sheath and tucked the tip of the blade into her white bra.
Her chest rose with fast and shallow breaths as I sliced through the fabric at the center of her bra.
It fell away, revealing full, milky tits with pale pink nipples.
Vigo rubbed his hands together like a kid about to stuff his face into a whole birthday cake. “Fuck yes.”
She inhaled sharply when I cupped her tits in my hands.
“We’re going to have fun playing with these.” I let go to reach for one of the three dangling chains, then attached the clamp at one end to one of her nipples.
She gasped.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I reached for the second short chain and clamped it to her other nipple. “Wait until we give them a tug while we bury our cocks inside you.”
I knelt at her feet and yanked her underwear down, then lifted her slender feet to toss aside the scrap of lace. And then she was bare in front of me, her sweet little cunt covered with a fine layer of copper hair.
I reached for the last dangling chain. But I wasn’t ready to clamp it onto her clit just yet.
Not until I tasted her.
Because the smell of her cunt, just inches from my face, went straight to my cock.
I reached up to run my fingers through her folds and a strangled moan emerged from her mouth.
“You’re wet, little mouse. Maybe you don’t mind being caught after all.” I circled her clit with my thumb.
“I say we make her wait,” Vigo said behind me, his voice laced with excitement. “Let her get even wetter.”
He was right, but discipline was for suckers. For people who thought it was virtuous to wait, who thought it was impolite to take what they wanted.
We weren’t those people.
I leaned in and ran my tongue through her folds, dipping deep inside her, closing my eyes as the taste of her hit my tongue. My dick throbbed, and I had the urge to stand and blindly drive into her.
She moaned long and low as my tongue traveled through her slit, lingering over her clit for a few seconds before I forced myself to pull away, not because I was disciplined but because I wanted the fun to last.
She cried out in surprise when I attached the last clamp to her clit.
“Ow!”
I chuckled and rose to my feet. “Pain and pleasure, mouse. Can’t have one without the other.”
Vigo moved closer as I stepped away, then leaned in to look her in the eyes. “You can admit it feels good. We won’t tell.”
We started to walk away.
“Wait!” she called out behind us. “Where… where are you going?”
“Miss us already?” Vigo asked.
“You can’t just leave me here like this.”
I walked back to where she hung on the wall. I told myself it was to make a point, but deep down, I knew I just wanted to look at her.
Just wanted to savor the fact that she was ours.
“You should get one thing through that pretty little head, mouse.” I was so close to her that the clamps on her nipples brushed against my chest as I stared into her eyes. “We can do anything we want to you now.”
I forced myself to turn around, to leave her on the wall before I fucked her and ate her and made her come without restraint.
Before I ruined the fun by devouring her all at once.