This Is War - Chapter 27 – 200 Pounds of Pure Muscle
I tried to scare him by coming in heels-first, but he just sidestepped and wrapped me up in his muscular arms.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out in this forest all alone?” he asked as he put me down on the ground.
“Oh, you know…just enjoying nature.” I tried to make a run for it, but Cole grabbed my wrist.
“Enjoying nature, huh? Is that so?”
“It is.”
His eyes flared with amusement. “Do you mind if I join you?”
“I’d prefer if you didn’t.”
“Hmm…too bad. You’re coming with me.”
I smiled at him. “Make me.”
He was more than happy to oblige. I squealed as he hoisted me over his shoulder. One of his hands was planted firmly on my ass.
“Hey! Hands to yourself, mister!”
“Sorry.” He let go of my ass and I started to slide off of him.
I screamed and latched onto him. I really did not want to break my ankles.
“You should really make up your mind. Do you want my hands on you or not?”
“I want you to put me down.”
“If I do that, will you be a good girl and come with me?”
“So that you can fuck me in front of the entire camp?”
He put me down on the ground but kept a firm grip on one of my wrists. “Of course. You’ve practically been begging for my cock ever since you got here.”
“Excuse me?!”
He just laughed. Why did he find my misery so hilarious?
“How about we make a deal,” I suggested. My mind was working overtime to figure out a way to get out of all this. But the only deal I could think about was the one I’d just made with Angel and Diablo. And if I didn’t find a way to escape from Cole… Oh God.
“I’m listening.”
I was about to offer him a blowjob, but then I remember that you always wanted to start negotiations with a lowball offer. “If you let me go, I’ll consider forgiving you for tricking me into being the princess.”
“Hmm…if I recall correctly, I saved you from having to room with all those sloppy girls.”
I glared at him. “I trusted you, Cole. And you tricked me into gambling my body. For the second time!” And now Angel and Diablo got me to gamble my body away for a third time!
What the hell was wrong with me?! I was pretty sure I had a gambling addiction.
Did I need to go to my doctor for that. Good God, no.
I could never see Dr. Lyons again. I was doctorless now.
And I was going to die of a gambling addiction.
“I thought you were excited for the spit roast?” he asked, trying to distract me with food.
“Of course I’m excited for the spit roast. What girl wouldn’t be? But I didn’t need to be the princess in order to stuff my face full of delicious meat.”
Cole blinked a few times and stared at me like I’d said something weird.
“Don’t look so surprised. All the other girls in the society might be able to survive on lettuce and raw carrots, but not me.”
“Fair enough,” replied Cole.
“So do you accept my offer?”
Cole laughed. “What was it exactly?”
“You let me go, and I forgive you for being a jerk.”
“Let me think about it… NO. I can’t just let you go. My team has worked hard for this victory. And more importantly, I want that date with you.”
Oh right, our other bet. “Fine. If you let me go, I’ll still go on a date with you.”
“And you’ll also release me from my debt of nudity?”
Damn it! I had really been looking forward to being able to force him to get naked at the most embarrassing time. But I had no choice but to agree to his terms. I was at his mercy. “Yup. It’ll be as if you won the bet.”
“Tempting offer,” said Cole. “But I still can’t accept.”
“What?! Why not?”
“Because…” He looked me up and down. “All I have to do is carry you a few miles to the feast grounds, and then you’ll finally be mine. And thanks to our bet, I’ll even get to take you out to dinner afterwards.”
“Well aren’t you the perfect gentleman.”
“Only when I want to be.” Cole’s eyes bore into mine. His meaning was perfectly clear. What he was going to do to me was most ungentlemanly.
I shifted to try to cover myself, but it was impossible in this ridiculous dress. I’d dreamt of what it would have been like if I’d lost to Cole in poker. It was part nightmare, part fantasy. And now it was going to be my reality.
“You really want to bang me in front of the whole camp?” I asked.
His Adam’s apple rose and fell. “There’s nothing I want more.”
“Why can’t you just take me intimately in the woods?”
“That doesn’t sound nearly as fun.”
Damn it! I pushed my breasts together and conjured the sauciest of winks. “Then how about you tear this dress of off me and raw dog me against a tree?” Oh my God, what did I just say?! The words felt so dirty coming out of my mouth.
“As much as I would love to do that, it just wouldn’t be fair to make my teammates miss out on the spit roast. Speaking of which…” Cole put his fingers into his mouth and whistled. Three blue scouts popped out from behind the trees.
“What do those losers have to do with the spit roast?” I asked. “If they’re not bringing me delicious meat, then I’m not interested.”
“Oh, they’re bringing you meat…”
“Huh? I don’t see any meat.”
Cole laughed. “Wait a second. What do you think a spit roast is?”
He was being so dumb. Of course I knew what a spit roast was. “It’s when you put a pig on a big stick and spin it over a fire. Everyone knows that.” But then something clicked in my mind. I could have sworn that Chastity had told me about a different kind of spit roast once. What was it…?
Oh. Shit. My eyes got wide as I remembered Chastity’s definition of a spit roast. It was something along the lines of a girl getting taken from both ends, as if she was the pig and the guys’ dicks were the stick that she was roasting on.
I thought back to my conversation yesterday where I’d told Cole how much I wanted a spit roast. I’d even said that I’d wanted to do it for my anniversary but my husband wouldn’t let me.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, a few minutes ago I’d doubled down by saying how excited I was to stuff my face full of delicious meat. Oh my God.
“Wait, no!” I yelled. “I didn’t mean I wanted that kind of spit roast!” God, is that what Joe thought I wanted for our anniversary?
“Sure you didn’t,” said Cole with a laugh. He definitely didn’t believe me. And why would he with all the things I had said?
“I didn’t!”
“Are you not happy with the selection I brought you? Is that it?”
I looked over at the three guys. They were perfectly handsome and well-built, but they were complete strangers.
I wasn’t just going to let them bang me in front of everyone!
What kind of crazy slut did Cole think I was?
And more importantly… “Why do you want to share me with one of them? I know guys like threesomes and all, but I always thought it was supposed to be two girls and a guy.”
Cole shrugged. “It’s not my place to judge what turns a woman on. Unless you’re a furry. That’s just weird.”
“I know, right? And that’s very progressive of you to not judge women’s fantasies. But really…this is not my fantasy.” Right? I’d be lying if I said I completely hated the idea of being pinned between Angel and Diablo…
“You don’t have to be ashamed. And don’t worry - I promise I’ll still take you out on a date afterwards.”
Weird. I was going to keep protesting, but then I realized there was a better approach to try to get out of this. “So you’re not worried that I’ll enjoy the other man more? Who knows…his cock might feel so good that I’ll forget you’re even there.”
Cole just smiled. “It’s pretty hard to forget about ten inches of cock inside of you.”
I gulped and looked down at his crotch. There was no freaking way. Was he really that big? His codpiece had been huge during the fashion show, but I thought that was just for laughs.
Gah! Focus! I had to find a way out of this. Public sex was bad enough, but public sex with two men? I’d literally die of embarrassment. And possibly from internal bleeding if he was really as big as he said he was.
But how could I get out of this? I had already done a pretty good job of stalling to give Angel and Diablo time to catch Chastity, but it felt like my time was running out.
Cole was intent on spit roasting me with one of his buddies.
Ah! That’s it! I had the perfect escape plan.
Well, it wasn’t perfect. In fact, it was extremely risky.
But how much worse could this really get?
“Ten inches, huh?” I asked.
He just smiled at me with his stupid cocky grin.
“That’s a shame. I was hoping for twelve.
Good thing I have some options…” I turned to his friends and made a point of staring at their crotches.
In Cole’s shock, I was able to yank my wrist free of his grasp.
I sauntered over to the three men. Or at least, that was my plan.
My heels sinking in the mud made me look more like a drunk toddler than sexy slut.
But whatever. The three guys were probably more focused on what I was about to do to them. Or let them do to me.
“I’m Raven,” I said, sticking my hand out for one of the scouts.
“Garrett,” he replied. When he went to shake my hand, I grabbed his crotch. His eyes got big.
“I’m a grabber,” I said with a wink as I started rubbing him over his pants.
“Wow,” muttered one of the other scouts.
Damn right. I hoped I looked sexy and confident, because inside I was dying of embarrassment. I had just introduced myself to a man by grabbing his penis. Chastity would be so proud. Which, to be clear, was not a good thing.
I circled around Garrett, my hand still rubbing his pants.
“Hands on your hips,” I ordered.
All three men slung their laser guns over their shoulders and put their hands on their hips. I couldn’t believe it had been so easy. It was like they were little puppets on a string.
“Get in a circle.”
“Huh?” asked Garrett. But the other two didn’t hesitate. It ended up being more of a triangle than a circle, but whatever. The effect was the same.