Forced Submission: Book 1-6 Part 6

I don't trust anyone, and saying my family "has some land upstate" is as close as I was getting to telling anyone where I was going. I didn't leave a forwarding address, and I threw my phone in the trash outside the hospital. I can't take the risk of anyone tracking me, and using my fear is the only way I'll get through this.

When I said I had family land, what I actually meant is I had a distant cousin by marriage who liked to gamble and lost this land to a hunting buddy in a poker game decades ago. After the hunting buddy died, I got in touch with his daughter, and she practically threw it at me, not wanting the property. I said I'd pay the taxes if it stayed in her name, and she let me use it when I needed a weekend away.

Pulling up to the cabin, I turn off the car and grab my bag out of the back. I went to my apartment and got a few things, leaving behind what I didn't want. I have a feeling someone will be going there to check on me, and I have no plans of ever returning. I'll never go back to that place.

I step out of the car and look around. There's nothing but miles and miles of woods surrounding the place. You could fire a gun a hundred times and no one would ever hear you to call the cops.

"Looks like this is home for next few weeks," I say to myself as I walk up the steps, the old wooden boards creaking under my feet.

Once inside, I look around the place and check to make sure everything works. The cabin is basic, with only one bedroom, a bathroom, a small kitchen and living s.p.a.ce, but that's all I need. I stopped a few hours ago and got food and supplies, using cash to purchase everything. I know I'm being paranoid, but I can't be too careful. I knew this was a possibility when I started working at the prison and I had to have a plan.

After I get everything unloaded from the car and get something to eat, I'm exhausted. It's been the longest day of my life and oddly enough sleeps comes easy. So easy, I never heard them coming.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

HUDSON.

Before she can make a noise, I lunge on the bed and put my hand over her mouth. "Thought you could get away so easy, didn't you, Doc?"

I feel her hands come up to my sides, but Ridge is there, grabbing them and tying them to the headboard. I feel like a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders having her back in our hands. Now we have all the time we could ever want. No interruptions.

"Now the real fun begins," he says,, pa.s.sing me the gag for her mouth.

"It's not that we don't want to hear you talk," I say, as she starts to struggle against the gag. "It's just that we can't focus on anything but f.u.c.king you right now, so we need you to keep quiet."

She struggles against the bindings on her wrists, but we've used cuffs that are soft and won't damage her skin if she pulls too hard.

Once I've got the gag around her mouth, Ridge and I sit on the bed, looking down at her. She shouts through the gag, making unintelligible sounds, and I just look over at Ridge and smile. "It's too bad I can't f.u.c.k her mouth. I guess we just have to settle for double penetration because we both want in her."

We look down at Charlotte and she goes rigid.

"Oh baby, don't be scared. We'll be so gentle with you," Ridge says, and starts to remove her clothing.

She's wearing a tank top and cotton shorts, but they are taken from her body with only a few rips, baring her to us. She shouts against the gag, so I grab her chin and make her look at me.

"You need to calm your a.s.s down. If you don't, we're going to do this a lot rougher than either of us wants to. Do you understand me? Besides, we know you want it. Our little s.l.u.t. I can still smell your c.u.m on me."

She slowly closes her eyes, and gives me a small nod.

"Good. Then let's get started. Give you a taste of how the rest of your life is going to be." I swear a little bit of c.u.m shoots out of my c.o.c.k at my own words because it's true. This will be her life from this point on. We'll never let her go.

Charlotte is on the bed, completely naked, and Ridge and I make quick work of stripping down and joining her.

"f.u.c.k. I need those t.i.ts first, Hudson. You get her off. I've got to c.u.m before my b.a.l.l.s explode."

"Done," I say without hesitation.

As Ridge climbs on her chest, I move down between her legs, spreading her thighs wide. Her p.u.s.s.y is open to me, and my mouth waters at the sight.

I look up and see Ridge is in position. I hear his moans of pleasure. "G.o.dd.a.m.n, these t.i.ts feels so f.u.c.king good wrapped around my c.o.c.k." I hear him spit and then another moan follows. "Oh yeah, that's it."

I feel a smile spread across my face, and I close my eyes as I breathe in her scent. "Her p.u.s.s.y smells so good. It's like sweet honey and I'm a starving bear." I give her a small lick and feel her body jerk against the pleasure. "Don't fight it, baby. Just enjoy the feeling and relax. It's okay if you c.u.m, n.o.body will hear you scream."

I lick and suck her p.u.s.s.y, getting her juices all over my face. After I feel her body start to move in time with my kisses, I bring my fingers up, pus.h.i.+ng inside her p.u.s.s.y. Her hips rock against my face, and I know she must be lost in our touches. I bring my other hand up and touch her back entrance. I get it slick with her cream and push past the tight ring, feeling her body tense at the invasion.

"Keep breathing, baby. You'll take both of us. And you'll love it. Imagine both of our c.o.c.ks inside you at once, f.u.c.king you so hard and deep." At my words, her p.u.s.s.y clenches around my fingers, and I know she likes the idea.

"You should see her face, Hudson. While you're eating her p.u.s.s.y, my c.o.c.k is f.u.c.king her t.i.ts, and she's loving it. Aren't you, Doc?"

At that moment, she struggles against her bindings and shouts through her gag. We both laugh at the fight she has in her, and I go back to business.

I push my fingers in and out of her p.u.s.s.y, and I've worked up to two digits in her a.s.s. She rocks against me again and I can tell she's on the verge of an o.r.g.a.s.m.

"Pinch her nipples, Ridge. She's close."

"She's not the only one," I hear him say.

I hear her let out a small cry as I suck on her c.l.i.t and he pinches her nipples. Suddenly, her body locks up and her hips bow off the bed. Her o.r.g.a.s.m is fierce and grips her hard as I f.u.c.k her p.u.s.s.y and a.s.s with my fingers.

Ridge lets out his own sounds of satisfaction as he c.u.ms on her t.i.ts from seeing her climax. "G.o.dd.a.m.n, I can't watch her c.u.m and not get off to it."

I give her p.u.s.s.y one last sweet kiss and I sit up, feeling my c.o.c.k swell painfully. I've denied it too long, and it's time to get it off again.

"I'm too hard to take her a.s.s right now, Why don't you get in there and I'll f.u.c.k her p.u.s.s.y."

Ridge gives me a wicked smile and nods his agreement. "Let's turn her over and you can get under her."

As we flip Charlotte over, I slide under her body and make her straddle my hips. My c.o.c.k juts up behind her. I grab her waist, lifting her a little. We left the bindings on her arms long enough that we could play with her a bit, and I'm thankful we planned ahead.

Once she's balanced on the tip of my c.o.c.k, Ridge reaches under her and spreads her p.u.s.s.y lips apart so I can slide right in. Feeling her warm wet p.u.s.s.y envelop my c.o.c.k is heaven and it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.

When I'm fully seated inside her, I look up and lock eyes with her. "That's it, baby," I whisper. "Take it all."

I pull her to me and bury my face in the crook of her neck as I hold myself inside her. I can feel Ridge's c.u.m rubbing between us. I smell the scent of his pa.s.sion on her and it makes me harder. I fight myself not to c.u.m.

I feel him move into place behind her. Reaching around, I spread her a.s.s cheeks open for him and hear him spit before burying his face in her a.s.s, lubing her tight little hole with his saliva. Her body jerks in response as her p.u.s.s.y creams all over my d.i.c.k and runs out down to my b.a.l.l.s. When he finally pulls away, I feel his fingers rub around her p.u.s.s.y, collecting her juices, using them to lube up his c.o.c.k. When I feel her body tense, I know he's finally sliding into her tight little a.s.shole.

"Just relax, baby. It won't hurt if you don't struggle."

I feel her take a deep breath and her body relaxes a little. Ridge leans over her back and whispers words of encouragement as he enters her.

"f.u.c.k, I'm almost there. She's so tight, it's painful."

Charlotte lets out some sa.s.sy comment but she's still gagged so we can't make it out. I can't help but smile at Ridge, because I'm sure she's thinking the same thing he is.

When he's fully inside her a.s.s, we nod to one another and he slowly pulls out. We begin to gently alternate strokes and Charlotte relaxes completely, moaning a little at our pace.

"Her p.u.s.s.y is too good. I won't last." With both of us inside her at once, it makes her beyond tight.

"Sit her up a little and let me play with her c.l.i.t. I'm about to c.u.m too, and she needs to go off with us."

I nod to Ridge and help him sit Charlotte up some. As soon as his fingers touch her c.l.i.t, I go to her nipples and she tenses at the pleasure.

She strains against the bindings on her wrist, so I reach behind me and pull them loose. Her eyes widen in shock like she didn't expect that, but in her position, she's not going anywhere. She trapped between us and she'll never get away.

After a second, she closes her eyes, and rocks with us as we f.u.c.k her.

Ridge brings his free hand up and takes off the gag, letting her moans of pleasure echo through the cabin. They are the sweetest sounds I've ever heard.

"That's it, baby, say our names. Say who are f.u.c.king you like G.o.ds. Tell us who you want raping your c.u.n.t and a.s.shole."

"Oh G.o.d," she moans.

"Not good enough," Ridge says, and pinches her c.l.i.t.

"Ridge, Hudson!" she shouts, and Ridge gives me a smirk. The f.u.c.ker is gloating she said his name first.

I'm too lost in the feel of her tight p.u.s.s.y to care though. Seeing her rocking up and down on both of our d.i.c.ks does me in, and I feel my b.a.l.l.s draw up.

"I'm c.u.mming," I shout and thrust up hard, feeling Charlotte's own climax hit. She leans back against Ridge, and I watch as her whole body flushes from pleasure. Ridge follows us both into the abyss, and I feel his c.o.c.k pulsing inside her a.s.s as he empties his load.

We all stay connected as we catch our breath, and after a moment, Charlotte locks eyes with me.

"Can we do that again?"

CHAPTER EIGHT.

RIDGE.

"Can we do that again?"

My c.o.c.k jerks in her a.s.s at her words. "We're never stopping again, baby," I say, taking her mouth. Her lips part beneath mine as she kisses me back with a wild, reckless pa.s.sion that I'd missed all these months. f.u.c.k, those last six month were too long to be away from her. Sometimes I didn't even think it was worth it.

"Tell us you love us," I hear Hudson say.

Pulling her lips from mine, she says the words that always have us wrapped around her finger. "I love you."

Sliding my hand down her stomach, I pause on her belly. "Did you go off?" I ask, wondering if she finally went off the pill. It's something we've been trying to get her to do since we made her ours years ago. She refused, but with good reason. She said not until we retired, not until we did our final job, and now we had. The warden was dead, a six month hit job that made us a cool twenty million.

"Yes," she whispers as I slide my hand down further between her and Hudson to find her c.l.i.t.

"f.u.c.k, you just made me hard again. We've both filled your little c.u.n.t a few times. You could already be pregnant."

I glide my other hand up to her throat, placing a firm hold on her. I now have one hand on her c.l.i.t, one wrapped around her neck, and she's pinned between us with both our c.o.c.ks still inside her, how we are supposed to be.

"We didn't know you'd like it so much. You put up a good fight, but f.u.c.k, you wouldn't stop c.u.mming for us. Was it that it had been too long, or did you like us raping you, taking it however we wanted?"

"Oh G.o.d," she whimpers, trying to move her hips. We have her impaled on us good, so she can't move unless we let her.

We've been together for years; we met doing random jobs for the government. Charlotte's a doctor, but she's also trained for field work. Hudson and I always worked together, had been together since we were ten and shared the same foster home, but the day our eyes landed on Charlotte, we knew. She was ours from that moment and has been ever since.

We all wanted out, but we needed one final job to set us up, and this one was big. We had to get into the prison, kill the warden, and make our escape. The warden was a tricky b.a.s.t.a.r.d, and also an extremely paranoid f.u.c.ker too, as he should be. It's part of why he never left the prison. I can't imagine what a person would have to have done for the government to fork out twenty mill to make your death look legit. For the government to frame you for helping two prisoners escape, but have them turn on you, it must have been bad.

We had to get inside and p.i.s.s him off enough to want a piece of us. That's where Charlotte came in. Her job was to make the warden want her, and I'm sure it didn't take much. She's utter perfection. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. After she got his attention, we took what he wanted. A man like the warden didn't like the idea of someone else having what he thought was his.

Raping her in that prison was bittersweet, and things might have gotten out of hand. Not being able to touch her for months, then finally getting our hands back on her-we were starved. She was our everything. Being deprived of her all this time ripped at our hearts. Never again. I'm not letting her out of reaching distance for the rest of our lives.

What I hadn't expected was how much she would like it and how it would get her off so hard.

"How about we f.u.c.k you like this one more time, then we take a shower, and you let us wors.h.i.+p you. As much as we like the rough f.u.c.king, I think Hudson and I are looking forward to spoiling your body."

At my words, her hips jerk and she lets out a little moan.

"It's been too long since we loved your body, Charlotte," Hudson says, placing his hand on her lower belly. "Let's finally put a baby inside you and have the life we've been waiting for. We love you so much."

I kiss her neck gently as she starts to rock back and forth on our hard c.o.c.ks. "We're here for a few more days, then we're headed to the island. Everything is ready, and now we can start our family."

Charlotte's hips move in time with our thrusts, and she reaches back to wrap her hands around my neck, while locking eyes with Hudson. She's sandwiched between us, and the feeling of love spreading through her body resonates into us.

Our relations.h.i.+p is different, and not everyone will understand it. But to us, it's perfect, just like our Charlotte.

EXCERPT FROM.

TAKINg WHAT'S MINE.

COLTON.

My d.i.c.k pushes against the front of my uniform pants at knowing what's coming, and I don't mean my c.o.c.k. Today I get a taste of my sweet little Rose. I've been planning this for weeks. I laugh at the thought of the word "planning." Planning is putting it mildly. It's more like obsessing, and invading my every thought. Being sheriff of Kirksville, Nebraska, only makes this that much easier to do.

I don't care how much she fights this; I know she wants it. I hope she fights; it will only make my c.o.c.k harder and her submission so much sweeter. By the end of this weekend, she'll know who she belongs to. Her life will begin and end with me, and I'll take nothing less.

Glancing over, I pick up the naked pictures I took of her. It's easy to slip the little camera around her bedroom and bathroom, without her knowing. Of course I always have my eyes on her; she's mine, after all. She's been mine since the day I first saw her. A fresh-faced second-grade teacher over at the elementary school. So innocent and pure. She needs me just as much as I need her. I can protect her, because if anyone else felt a tenth of what I did for her I squeeze the pictures in my hand just thinking about anyone else wanting her. I grind my teeth together in anger. No one else can have her.

The photos range from her in the shower, a few of her changing out of her clothes, and one of her masturbating. In that picture she's tempting me with her p.u.s.s.y, making me want it. My blood boils thinking that it wasn't me making her c.u.m, even if that someone else was her. It's crazy that I'm jealous she got herself off, but it doesn't matter at this point, because I've gone past crazy when it comes to her. There is no going back. At least I know what she was thinking about when she touched herself. Innocent and pure little Rose has dirty fantasies. I've read all about them in her diary she thought she'd hidden away so well. I'm going to give her what she wants, even if she begs me to stop, and trust me, there will be all kinds of begging. I can already hear her pleas in my mind, making pre-c.u.m leak from my c.o.c.k.

Kissing one of the photos, I stack them back together and place them in my glove box with her diary. I slide out of my cruiser, closing the car door behind me, with a smile on my face. She walked right into my trap.