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“Alright, grab it and I’ll take you to Keith. Just one of you? Keith said two.”
The trunk opened and I looked up at my captor, his face lit by a weak or distant open fire, and the faintly lighter sky in the east. He pointed into the trunk and I looked from one face to the other as somebody else peered in.
“Oh. Nice package.” The man with the Smoke Devils Motorcycle Club jacket drew out his words suggestively. “Well, follow me.”
The biker retreated out of sight, and the death machine himself produced a knife to cut the zip tie away from my ankles before pulling me out. I looked around and saw we were in, for want of a better description, the courtyard of some stronghold that looked like it had been built out of scrap metal and spare parts.
There was no rhyme or reason to the building materials or the layout. You might have ended up with something similar by turning on a powerful magnet in the middle of a hurricane, seeing what you ended up with and saying “That’ll do.”
At this time of day, there were no other bikers around, too early for the early-risers and too late for the late-sleepers, so nobody to see the barefoot blonde girl in her pajamas, with duct tape on her mouth and hands tied behind her back, get marched inside one of their buildings by the best-dressed man in a twenty-mile radius.
Inside was what must have been the President of this club, assuming their leaders were hired based on the size of their beer-gut. The biker with all the parking advice announced us with an informal “They’re here” and the President stood up behind his desk, where he was doing something with some engine component.
“This is your package?” he asked.
“Yes. Two people. We’ll stay until dark, as agreed, and then be out of your hair. There a problem?”
Keith looked me up and down, lingering on the bare skin between my pajama top and bottoms for a second before turning back to my abductor. “No, this is fine. Just fine. Your room is ready. It ain’t much, but you didn’t order a fuckin’ mint for your pillow now, did you?”
“No we didn’t. As long as it’s got two beds and we can hole up until this evening without anybody finding us, it’s exactly what we paid for.”
Keith led us down a short flight of stairs, and along a short hallway to a stark room, with two single beds in the opposite corners from the doorway and pretty much nothing else. My captor scanned the room and then walked me in front of him with his hand on my back.
“I’ll be out soon,” he said to Keith, closing the door behind us.
He led me to the bed on the right and pushed me down on to it so I fell on my stomach. I hoped he wouldn’t be out with Keith too soon, and the next sound I heard would be the metallic clinking of a belt being undone.
I heard clinking and my heart fluttered, but the next thing I felt was the zip-tie on my wrists being cut. My hands quickly prickled with pins and needles as he pulled me to a sitting position and I discovered the metallic sound had been a pair of handcuffs, which he snapped on to one wrist.
He put one hand on my throat as he pushed me flat on my back on the bed, using his other hand to raise my arm over my head. I went with him, my eyes trying to invite him to claim his prize in ways my mouth wouldn’t have known how to, even if the duct tape hadn’t been sealing it shut. That is, if biting my bottom lip didn’t work.
My breasts were heaving as I took deep breaths to supply my on-edge muscles with the oxygen fuel they were burning through like never before. My hard nipples poked clearly through the satin of my pajamas, adding to the spectacle.
Even in the stark illumination of the bare light bulb, he was music to my eyes. The harsh light revealed details of his classic dark-and-handsome looks that had previously been filled in by my imagination, and I found my imagination didn’t do him justice.
The close-cropped hair and clean-shaven face, combined with his disciplined work at my house, made me think he must have some kind of military background, special ops of some kind. That’s where he was turned into a death machine.
His tattoos peeked out tantalizingly from the collar of his shirt and the cuffs too, and I was left in no doubt that, yes, there was plenty of steel-hard muscle under that clothing. More than enough to force all the noises out of me that I so desperately wanted to hear.
Go on… you think these flimsy buttons can stop you ripping my clothes apart?
Instead, he wrapped the handcuffs around the still bar at the top of the bed and then brought my other hand up to secure it as well.
That’s OK, sir, I can work with this… some of my favorite movies start just this way…
“I’m going to take the tape off now. You can scream if you want to, but you’re so far away from any help, that you might as well be in a different world. You’ll only end up hurting yourself if you struggle. Alright?”
I nodded and he pulled the tape off, which pulled painfully at my lips and face.
“Ow!” A flash of pleasure echoed the pain and I quivered visibly in front of him, which he seemed to mistake for fear.
“Do exactly what I say, when I say it and I promise no harm will come to you. If you don’t…” he trailed off.
His mere presence, his closeness, radiated at me with heat that I could feel. I wanted to bask in that heat, writhe in it. Was this what people meant when they said a guy was hot? I’d never felt anything like it, but of course I’d never been in a situation anything like this before.
By the sounds of things, we were sharing a room all day. My heart did a series of backflips.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I’m just a guy doing his job. Sit tight. I’ll find you some food. It won’t be up to the standard you’re used to, but it’ll do.”
He stood and left the room before I remembered to bite my bottom lip. I was left alone with nipples so hard they were aching, and him too far away to do anything about it.
Eric
After staying up all night to infiltrate the Mondalo mansion, driving here and getting breakfast for Eliana and myself, all I wanted to do was get some sleep. The constant revving of what sounded like every motorcycle in the city just outside our room didn’t help things.
I wished we could have stayed somewhere else. This far west was well out of Jace’s territory, though.
We didn’t have any safe-houses out here, so while we waited for the underworld battlefront to reach this far, Jace was offering the olive branch to various motorcycle clubs, since the agreement with the Ex Machina club had been so beneficial so far. The Smoke Devils was one such, the only biker gang with a significant presence here.
To add to my problems, Eliana was trying to be chatty. When I returned with her breakfast, her squirming had caused her pajamas top to ride up and expose a perfectly toned navel.
She bit her bottom lip with a nervousness that I noted didn’t reach her eyes, perhaps wondering if I meant what I said about no harm coming to her. It wasn’t exactly like I had earned her trust.
I was on the job, I was a fucking professional, but I would have defied any man to not pause for a second to take in her physical perfection. Her hair had somehow settled down since her rude awakening, and she looked up at me with those big blue eyes that wouldn’t have looked out of place on the Goddess of Seduction.
So I looked down. Just for a second but, fuck it, I looked. I imagined exploring that bare skin, seeing her writhe as she tried to cope with how hard I was driving my cock into her. There was nothing sexier on this planet than a girl who looked as innocent as Eliana being turned into a dirty little slut by a hard cock.
Of course, the reality was never as good as the fantasy. Girls who looked like Eliana couldn’t handle the kind of sex that flashed through my mind in that brief second, and the girls who could didn’t look like Eliana. Hell of a catch-22.
Then my single second of personal distraction was done. I gave her the food, ignoring her attempts at conversation. After a toilet break across the hallway, I cuffed her to the bed again and hit the sack myself, steadfastly refusing to turn around and see if her top had ridden up even further.
Eventually, she ran out of ice-breakers and I managed to ignore the constant roar of bikers’ crotch rockets to descend into a light sleep. I needed to get as much as I could, because the longer I could drive for, the quicker I’d be able to deliver Eliana to Jace and complete the contract.
It was difficult to tell exactly what time of day it was when I heard the door handle slowly turn and the low creak of the hinges, but I didn’t order a fucking wake-up call anyway. Under my pillow, I flicked the safety off my gun and opened my eyes, just a crack, listening intently.
The door opened and none other than Keith himself was standing there. He looked back and forth to each side of the room a couple times and then hitched his belt. From what I could see through my narrow field of vision, he seemed to be alone, no weapon drawn.
Keeping my face relaxed as if still asleep, I raised a metaphorical eyebrow. His behavior was explained the instant he took a few steps towards Eliana’s bed.
I leapt up and had him pressed against the wall with my gun pushing his chin up before he could crawl on with her. Eliana startled and pulled herself into a sitting position, huddled in the corner away from this second fiasco for her in as many awakenings.
“Hey there, partner, take it easy,” Keith said, with his hands up.
I nudged his chin with the muzzle of my gun. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Nothing you need to worry about. Just put that gun down and maybe go for a walk.”
“The fuck I will. You want to march your ass out of here?” I paused. “Or do you think it’s a good idea to fuck with me?”
“Don’t do anything stupid, son. I’m just here to take some tribute from this tasty little pussy before you get your ransom or whatever the fuck you’re doing. You owe me, and you’re being fuckin’ disrespectful in my house.”
I felt his muscles bunching up in preparation for a sudden strike, in case his high-level negotiation skills didn’t come through for him, and gave him another nudge on the chin with my gun. Even without his beer gut he outweighed me by a good forty pounds. He had to believe, right down to his fuckin’ soul, that I was in charge.
“My employer has paid you generously. You know who I work for. As far as I am concerned, this is my house. As far as you are concerned, she is mine. Now, you fuck off before I redecorate my house with your fucked up brains.”
Keith’s resolve wavered for a second, but then he pulled himself together. “You dumb shit. You pull that trigger and more bikers than you know what to do with will come in here and tear you apart. Now you fuck off. Deal is off, I’m keeping her, and I’m keeping the cash. You better not still be here once I’m finished getting my dick wet in this rapemeat.”
Those muscles were still ready to explode if he thought I had a lapse in concentration. I held his gaze, making sure he knew I was intently focused on him while my blood threatened to boil.
“Maybe you’re right.”
Even with Keith taking up all my attention, I could see Eliana’s face contort in confusion. I felt Keith relax by a few degrees at the same time before I continued.
“Shooting you wouldn’t be the best idea.”
I pulled the gun away and pistol-whipped him in the temple, followed up by a hard left-hook to his jaw as he grunted in surprise and pain. King Shit of Fuck Mountain crumpled to his knees as I backed off to let him fall.
He uttered some wordless concept of pain, not having time to adjust to his recent injuries yet, and when I saw him taking in a deep breath that would no doubt be let out in a scream for help, I swung my leg as hard as I could and punted his face with everything I had.
Keith’s head snapped back so far I had to wonder if his neck might have broken, then he face-planted on the concrete floor and went completely still. I didn’t want to leave in the cold light of day, but the hospitality around here had clearly run out and wouldn’t be coming back, no matter how much I explained to Keith’s second in charge that The Smoke Devils were led by a worthless sack of shit.
I holstered my gun and peeked out the window, squinting against the late-afternoon sun that streamed in between the bars. The rattle of handcuffs brought my attention back to Eliana, who looked up from Keith to me with wide-eyed wonder.
“Time to go,” I said.
When I leaned down to release her from the metal bar at the top of her bed, she licked her lips, and if I didn’t know any better I would have said she was hoping for a kiss. It figured. A woman with her physical assets might try to seduce her way out of a hostage situation.
“Wait. Leave them on,” she said.
“We’ve got to go or we’re dead.” I reached for the cuffs again.
“Take me,” she whispered. “Right now.”
“You’re fuckin’ crazy. The only place I’m taking you is to my employer.”
I detached one cuff and reattached it once she was clear of the metal bar, pulling her to her feet. Eliana was pouting as if I’d told her she couldn’t have a pony for her birthday.
Those lips…
Fuck that. This was no time to let a chick get under my skin. There were some unspoken rules that didn’t go into any of the contracts. The full list was up for debate, but I was sure one of them was “Don’t face-fuck the package.”
Eliana
My life had been dull grey with a forecast of fade-to-black for so long, that I could hardly believe the way it had burst into brilliant kaleidoscope hyper-color since my door came crashing down this morning. Instead of being behind those walls, unseen, unwanted, I was out here, and all around me was danger, the unexpected and pure exhilaration.
The-guy-doing-his-job wasn’t much of a talker, but his every action seemed designed to make me wetter than water. I was transfixed by him whenever he was in sight.
For a second, when he came back with my breakfast, I thought I could see my own desires mirrored in his eyes, the same shade of blue as mine, but then the windows to his soul pulled the curtains again. I thought I was going to melt.
To have him sleeping so close, yet beyond the reach afforded me by my restraints, was torture. Yet I must have drifted off after my millionth attempt failed to get him to turn around, to get his eyes on me again.
The next thing I knew, the sounds of a brief struggle first attempted to merge with my dream, and then snapped me out of it. I startled awake to see the Smoke Devils President with a gun under his chin, and none other than my knight-in-a-three-thousand-dollar-suit responsible for it.
When he said I was his, with such… conviction, my legs actually parted a little of their own accord. You’ve gotta be a special kind of badass to stand alone in a biker gang’s headquarters and threaten the President, and to hear the way he spoke was enthralling.
He was not only my abductor, he was my protector. He had laid a claim to me, and I couldn’t even imagine anybody else I wanted to possess me anymore.
When he kicked the living shit out of Keith, all I wanted was for him to use me, so I could use him. He could take this virginity and keep it forever, tear it from my body with thrusts employing every bit of the power with which he’d kicked away Keith’s consciousness. He could make me hurt, but he wouldn’t stop until he’d forced an orgasm out of me like a nuclear explosion.
So I told him to leave the handcuffs on, I didn’t want to go anywhere. Here was as good a place as any. I wasn’t even wearing any panties to get in the way. He could have me right here, I needed him right now before it was too late, before we died.
But he didn’t.
He dragged me to my feet and pulled me out the door. We weren’t halfway down it when confronted by the biker who had first met us this morning.
“What’s going on?” he asked. “Keith can’t have finished yet.”
“He changed his mind,” my kidnapper said, aiming to walk right past.
“Whoa there,” said the biker, stepping into our path and putting his hand on a gun at his hip. “Where is he?”
“Let us through. Keith is fine.”
As if on cue, a gurgly groan sounded from our room. The biker looked at us with slowly-dawning realization.
“Don’t do it,” said my captor.
A mush-mouthed scream of “Stop them!” from our room snapped the biker into action and he drew his gun. So fast that I couldn’t even understand how it was possible, I felt the chain between my cuffs released. Then a gunshot sent a spray of dust and drywall flying out of the wall to the right of our heads as my kidnapper pushed the gun to the side.
When their weight shifted back to our left, the biker didn’t have the gun anymore, and the last expression he ever wore on his face was confusion, before the second gunshot ensured a closed-casket funeral for him. Almost immediately, another biker appeared at the far end of the hallway, and then another.
“Fuck. Move! Move!”
He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face the other way, before grabbing me by the hair to direct me away from the ever-increasing mass of approaching bikers. The sting of pain in my scalp only fueled my need for him, but he clearly had his mind on other things.
We burst into another room as another gunshot pounded into the wall at the end of the hallway behind us. It was about the same size as our bedroom, except there were no beds. Dusty shelves littered with cardboard boxes lined each side, and light poured in at the far end through a window without bars on it.
He shoved me in the direction of the window, closed the door and then shoved me again to get me past the shelves before pulling them down in front of the door. A second later, the door jammed against the fallen shelves as the bikers attempted to enter the room.
My captor fired a shot through the door that seemed to give them pause, before swinging the window wide open and practically throwing me through it. I lost my balance on the ground outside; the grit was hot and rough under my bare feet, but he landed next to me and was there to catch me before I fell.
“Walk fast, don’t run,” he said, steering me in the direction of his car, which had a tarp thrown over it at some point after I’d been taken into the guest suite.
