Chapter 5 #4
Heather gasped then moaned. The unexpected slap came precariously close to triggering her orgasm.
“You do not have permission to come,” Patrick warned a millisecond before he spanked her pussy again.
She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as unwanted sensations pulsed through her core. Her inner muscles fluttered and the tingling in her clit was so intense it was painful.
“Is she as wet as she smells?” Gabriel growled out the question as he scooted off the side of the bed.
Patrick eased his hand between her thighs and traced her slit. “She’s dripping wet. Did you just come, naughty slave? Is that why you gasped so loudly?”
“I didn’t. I swear. I know I need permission.”
“Damn right you do.” Patrick grabbed one of the pillows and placed it on the floor beside the bed. “Get on your knees and open your mouth. Do it without argument and do it right now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Master,” Patrick reminded. “When we’re both enjoying your body, I expect to be called Master.”
“Yes, Master.” She found the directive annoying, but it wasn’t a battle worth fighting.
She scooted off the bed and knelt on the pillow.
Both males stood in front of her. Gabriel tossed aside his towel, and Patrick quickly opened the front of his jeans.
She took Patrick into her mouth first, licking and sucking until his cock was marble-hard and leaking pre-cum.
Then she turned her attention on Gabriel.
His tip pushed past her lips, sliding against her tongue as she tilted her head back so he could go deeper.
Back and forth she switched, pleasuring one with her mouth while maintaining the other’s arousal with her hand.
They squeezed her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples.
Her desire swelled, building to near desperation, but each time her orgasm threatened, the males stopped touching her.
She wasn’t sure how they sensed what was going on inside her, but one of them clearly did.
Patrick grasped the back of her hair and pushed his entire length into her mouth. He dropped his head back on his shoulders and shuddered violently. His cock bucked and his seed pulsed into her throat.
Heather swallowed awkwardly around him, unable to do more than accept what he gave. He pulled back as the last spasm jetted and his taste exploded across her tongue. She moaned, licking and sucking as her body responded to the evocative taste.
“Finish in her pussy,” Patrick directed. “I want her dripping with cum when I take her ass for the first time.”
She tensed. Patrick had made it clear from the beginning that he intended to use her in every way possible. She dreaded the act, but arguing was pointless. He wanted to humiliate and dominate her and fucking her ass would accomplish both at the same time.
Patrick pulled out of her mouth and Gabriel helped her stand. “Bend over the bed, ass in the air,” Patrick ordered. “And open those legs nice and wide. Offer Gabriel your wet pussy.”
“No,” Gabriel objected. “I want her to ride my cock.” Before Patrick could argue, Gabriel sat down on the side of the bed and pulled Heather onto his lap.
She straddled his legs and steadied herself against his shoulders. Patrick avoided face-to-face positions, but Gabriel preferred it this way. She felt less objectified when she could see her partner, so she was glad Gabriel had insisted that she face him.
Gabriel reached down and guided his cock to her entrance. His large hands splayed against her hips and he drew her downward.
His thick length slowly filled her aching core and Heather groaned. God in heaven, it felt good.
Sliding one of his hands between their bodies, Gabriel found her clit and rubbed the bundle of nerves in a tight circle. “Come for me, pet. I want to feel you tighten around my cock.”
More than happy to oblige, she arched her back and thrust out her breasts.
She was fully aroused, so she didn’t need more foreplay.
What she craved was touching that didn’t involve pain.
As she’d hoped, he stroked her breasts, caressing and squeezing one mound and then the other.
He bent his head, capturing one of her nipples between his lips.
The firm suction launched sensations that were quickly echoed by her clit.
She shivered and groaned, helplessly rubbing herself against his stroking fingers.
“I told you to come,” Gabriel reminded as his fingers caught her clit and gently squeezed.
Pleasure spiked into pain and an orgasm erupted deep inside her. Sensations burst and streaked across her nerve endings as her inner walls rippled and squeezed.
“Good girl,” Gabriel muttered as he pulled her up, nearly off his shaft. “You do that so well.” He urged her down as he thrust up into her.
Heather bounced up and down, sliding her willing pussy along his hardened length. She was wet and relaxed, so she accommodated his size easily. Still, his thickness filled her so completely that another orgasm began to build.
Gabriel stroked her breasts, teasing her nipples while their lower bodies rocked. “So damn good,” he murmured.
She closed her eyes and tried to pretend that they were ordinary lovers indulging in a hot, forbidden affair. She didn’t want to be a prized commodity. She didn’t want to admit that reality had become an ongoing struggle for survival.
She ground against him, needing another orgasm, suspecting it would be her last. Once Patrick got his hands on her there would be no pleasure, just forced submission and pain.
Apparently sensing her apprehension, Gabriel covered her clit with his thumb and triggered her orgasm.
She cried out and surrendered to the pleasure.
Sensations washed over her in languid waves.
Gabriel wrapped his arms around her, pressing her tightly against his chest as he released his seed deep inside her.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered against her hair.
“Good girls don’t try to escape us,” Patrick reminded.
“You already punished me for that,” she tried, but suspected that nothing she could say would change his mind.
“This isn’t punishment,” Patrick said firmly. “I’m going to fuck your ass because it’s my right to enjoy you in any way I choose. If you offer yourself willingly, I’ll make sure you enjoy it. If you fight me, I’ll restrain you and simply take what belongs to me.”
That perspective didn’t work on Earth, but this was Rydaria.
The laws governing Eagle Village made her a pleasure servant and pleasure servants were required to submit.
“I won’t fight you.” She disentangled herself from Gabriel and crawled off his lap.
“At least, I’ll try not to fight you. I’m not very good at suffering in silence. ”
F-BOP Central Office
Washington DC, the Consolidated Americas
Earth
Desperate for motion after several hours of inactivity, Natalie Morgan walked to the windows in her office.
She rolled her shoulders and stretched out her back as she stared at the urban clutter along First Street.
Unlike the National Mall, which was meticulously maintained, the rest of the city appeared old and shabby.
Today’s agenda promised to be long and tedious, but there was no escaping the activities.
She’d already conducted forty-six interviews, and she had nearly twice as many yet to go.
Her newly recruited team of investigators was doing background checks and acquaintance interviews.
Still, Natalie wanted to look each volunteer in the eyes and assess their basic character.
“Senator Collins wishes to speak with you,” Natalie’s AI assistant said.
Natalie slipped back behind her desk and faced her holo-display. There were seventy-nine names in her comm queue, but Avery had been catapulted to the front of the line. Power came with privileges.
“Activate comm,” Natalie told her assistant.
Avery’s image appeared, her smile warm and welcoming. “Good afternoon. How are your interviews going?”
The two women had been thrown together by Sanderson’s arrogance, but they had compatible personalities and similar interests. Natalie genuinely liked the young senator. “I’m only interviewing the ones who have passed all the other checks, so the process is extremely streamlined.”
“With Sanderson chomping at the bit like a deranged horse, you don’t have a choice but to rush through the process.” Avery shook her head, her disapproval obvious. “What’s your impression so far?”
“Most of them seem genuinely excited. They view the program as an opportunity to start over, to leave the past far behind and build something new. I’ve toured enough prisons to understand their attitude.”
“No doubt.” Avery’s smile faltered and concern filled her expressive dark eyes. “Be careful. Desperate people can do horrible things. And as you said, these women are desperate to escape their current situation.”
“I’m very aware of that fact,” Natalie assured her. “How are things over on Capitol Hill?”
“Same as always. Too much talking and not enough action.”
Natalie grinned at her new friend. “But you’re going to change all that.”
Avery laughed. “I’ll singlehandedly reform Congress, and you can miraculously fix our prisons. Then we’ll go have brunch.”
A warning signal pulsed at the side of the display. “The next volunteer just logged on. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Let me know if you need anything.” After offering Natalie a quick wave, Avery disconnected.
Natalie activated the next call and a young female appeared on the display. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her features were symmetrical and very pretty. The Rydarian hybrids would love her. Natalie glanced at the name at the top of her display, Fallon Oesterle.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Oesterle,” Natalie greeted.
Fallon smiled, her light brown eyes sparkling. “No one bothers with formality in prison. I’m either Fallon or Inmate Fifteen Nine Two Three.”
“All right, Fallon,” Natalie said, returning her smile. “I don’t have a lot of time for each interview, so excuse my directness. Have you ever been involved in a violent altercation, in or out of prison?”
“I punched a girl back in high school, but the authorities were never called,” Fallon explained. “Will that disqualify me?”
“Of course not,” Natalie assured. The question had been a test for Fallon’s honesty. The investigators had already reported the high school fight. “When will you be eligible for parole?”
“Sixteen years from now.”
Damn. She’d been convicted of theft. What in the world had she stolen?
Natalie’s next question was blunt to the point of rudeness, but she didn’t have time for subtlety. “Each participant will have multiple sexual partners. Was this explained to you?”
“I have no problem with sex and prefer dominant men. Bring it on,” she urged with a grin.
“Anything is better than staying where I am now.” Shrewd determination suddenly lit her eyes and she lifted her chin.
“We’ll honestly have the run of the entire planet?
No guards with guns? No energy barriers? ”
“Rydaria is still very much a wilderness, but there is no physical confinement. Each village has its own set of rules, however. And the rules are strictly enforced by the village leaders.”
“I’m not intimidated by their rules,” Fallon insisted. “I’ll do whatever they want as long as I have access to the forest. I was born and raised in Alaska. Being locked inside that prison is killing me.”
Natalie had heard enough. She liked Fallon and thought she was a good match for the program. “The investigation is ongoing. We’ll be in touch.”
Her AI assistant deactivated the call while Natalie typed the word ‘approved’ in Fallon’s status field.