Authors: Unknown
“We’re not alone,” Thorn whispered, swung
around,
pulling a gun from his
waist. Before the thing got up in the air, something came flying and landed
right in Thorn’s neck.
“Thorn!” Brandon yelled, rushing to him,
catching the man before he fell to the ground. A dart stuck out from his neck.
Another dart hit, this one in Brandon’s neck, making everything spin, his body
feeling like lead.
“We have two,” someone said.
“Good. I think this big animal will be
more to her liking.”
* * * *
Thorn couldn’t move. His arm and legs felt
like lead. Hell, he couldn’t even lift his damn head to save his life, but the
strangest thing of all is how his lower half felt. His cock was thick, hard,
throbbing with life. He didn’t know where Brandon was, or if he was even alive.
A stick to his neck and he went down hard. Waking up in the back of a truck
wasn’t his idea of fun either, especially when a rare red moon was upon them
all. Already he could feel the need of his heat come, the need to find a female
and simply fuck. He needed the release and, with each passing moment, that
release felt like it grew.
“Oh, you were right,” a woman’s happy
voice rang into his ears seconds before cool hands touched his body.
When
did I lose my clothes?
All down his chest, cool hands touched
him, around his legs, cock, hips and around to the back. Up his spine to fist
into his hair where his head was pulled back. Thorn couldn’t open his eyes to
save his life, but his gut screamed at him that this was the woman who’d been
selling them off.
“Yes, he’ll do just fine,” she said. “Have
him washed real good then chain him up. He will be the perfect present for my
daughter.”
* * * *
“Today is your birthday, and I have
something very special for you.”
Katrina Scotts watched her mother as she
moved around her, with a smile spread across her face and her eyes lit up.
Tonight Vintina wasn’t in her cruel mood but in a giving one, which had Katrina
trembling inside just the same.
“Come,” her mother motioned with her hand.
Katrina was powerless to do anything but
follow her mother into the special room—the room for her guests to enjoy the
pleasures of the flesh. She left her bed in nothing more than her nightgown.
She knew all about this room, as did her sister, just as they knew what their
mother did.
Vintina Scotts kidnapped what she called
shifters—males that are werewolves. They could change at will and had intense
sexual appetites. On the full moon, those appetites were something else and her
mother cashed in on them big time. She sold their bodies to the highest paying
bidders, making Vintina one hell of a pimp.
These shifter males that she saw come and
go were very impressive. A few times, Katrina and her sister, Dannie, snuck
down to watch what happened to them. Her mother put them up on a block,
sometimes standing up, sometimes laying down. She drugged them, leaving them
physically weak but not affecting their sexuality. All of the men were huge,
and she didn’t just mean their bodies. The cocks that they sported were amazing
in width and length.
They were auctioned off and used for
however long they paid for them. One night, Katrina watched as two guys split
the cost of one, using him all night long. She never saw that guy again. Her
mother got rid of him, saying the two broke him. Another night, she witnessed
as a woman used one, her husband watching in the far corner, pleasuring
himself. That one lasted a couple of weeks. Not too many ever stayed long, and
sometimes she rented a few out for months, then they’d come back.
Her mother opened the door, showing
Katrina the gift. A brand new male stood in the center of the room, his arms
chained up over his head, ankles to the floor. His eyes were blindfolded and a
gag ball had been shoved into his mouth. He couldn’t see a thing or speak.
Naked, she got one hell of an eyeful. Wide
shoulders, arms with bulging muscles, chest, and abs finely tuned, she knew
that if he was free he could break them all in half. Narrow hips, long wide
legs and a cock that stood stiff, straight out had her both excited and fearful
of touching.
“You’re eighteen now,” her mother said,
going up to the man. She touched his chest, moving the hand down to his cock
where she gripped it, stroked it. “It’s time for you to rid yourself of your
childhood and become a woman.” She walked around him, touching him as she went.
“This one was a bit hard to find. I wanted the best I could get for my
daughter.”
Her mouth went dry. Katrina knew what her
mother was giving her. A man to bed. When her mother gave something like this,
she knew she couldn’t turn it down, but how could she go through with it? How
could she use this man as the others did? Wouldn’t that make her as bad as her
mother?
“What’s his name?” she asked, trying to
sound as natural as she could.
“His name isn’t important.” Her mother
smiled. “Do you like him? He has a great body.”
“Yes,” she answered softly.
“I know you’re nervous. We all are our
first time, but trust me when I say it’s better like this. He’ll never know
your face, so you don’t have to worry about him ever finding you once he’s
gone.”
“Mother, I don’t know if I can do this,”
she whispered.
Her mother’s face twisted and she rushed
up on her, grabbing her arm with brutal strength. With a hard jerk, Katrina was
brought closer to him and then the slap came to her face. “I went to a lot of
trouble for your birthday. To be his first I’m losing a lot of money. Money you
don’t have to repay me.”
“I’m sorry, Mother,” she rushed out. “I’m
just very nervous is all.” She looked up at her and tried to smile. “He’s very
large and my first, I’m—I’m just a bit scared is all.”
Vintina’s face softened again. She reached
up, gently touching the same spot she smacked. “Of course you are. Take your
time with him. You have all night and everything you need is next to the bed.
When you’re ready for him to be on the bed as well just call and the men will
come in and have him moved.”
“Yes, Mother,” she whispered again.”
Her mother kissed her forehead. “Enjoy
him.”
Katrina stayed still as her mother walked
out of the room, the door closing behind her. She took a deep breath, turning
her head towards the door, thinking about how easy it would be to run out.
However, to do that would anger her mother and cause a beating, and still she
would be expected to do this.
Most of the girls in her school lost their
virginity in back seats of cars or at parties behind their parents’ back. None
of them ever would’ve thought that their mothers would set up the time and the
guy who would be their first.
Why can’t I
have a normal life?
Another deep breath and she turned towards
the man. His chest rose and fell steadily, nostrils flared, and his hands
fisted and unfisted. She could feel eyes upon her, knew her mother watched
through a real-time camera to make sure that she was going to go through with
this. Closing her eyes, she dug deep down within herself and forced her hand to
move.
He flinched slightly when she touched his
bare chest. Hot skin, muscles that felt as if they were rippling under her
fingers. She could actually feel his power.
“You know why you’re here,” she said.
He nodded.
“And you know why I’m here, right?”
He didn’t know, but cocked his head to the
side and shrugged.
“Does it bother you?”
Again, he nodded.
“Because you’re unwilling?”
This time he shook his head and she frowned.
“Is it you being tied up?”
He nodded.
Forgetting that she was being watched, she
moved her hand down his chest but didn’t touch the straining cock. “Do you want
to be in charge of my first time?”
He began to breathe faster and nodded
again.
“Would you go down on me first?” Now she
closed her hand around the base. So thick, she couldn’t get her whole hand
around him. “Would you let me experience my first pleasure with your mouth and
tongue?” Now she was beginning to see why her mother liked them like this. The
power she felt by being able to touch him and speak to him as she wished and
him unable to stop her.
He growled low in the back of his throat
and moved his hips as if he was trying to thrust upward towards her.
“I bet you taste as powerful as what you
feel in my hand.” She went down to her knees before him. “I’ve never done this
before, you know.
Never touched a man,
or kissed one.” She put a light kiss to the crown of his cock. Again, he
growled behind the ball gag.
Why she was doing this, she didn’t know.
The overwhelming desire to taste him hit and Katrina wasn’t about to ignore
it.
She took the head into her mouth, sucked
on it, licked at it, and enjoyed the quick and harsh sounding of his breathing.
She looked up, saw the flaring of his nose, and took even more into her mouth.
So thick it stretched her mouth, having
Katrina wondering in fear what he would do to her body once she tried to take
him. Her mother was all about control, so for her to do this she would have to
be on top. Not the best position in her eyes for a first time.
She didn’t suck on him for too long.
Pulling back, Katrina stood up and went over to the door where she could call
for her mother’s men to come in and move him over to the bed. Waiting off to
the side, the men came in and went to work. One took hold of his wrists, the
other took his legs, and together they picked him up, walking over to the bed.
They dropped him on the bed, arms once
more up over his head and legs spread out, secured on the footboard. Alone once
more, Katrina stared at the man on the bed, wondering next what she should do.
She half expected her first time to be the man doing the work.
He didn’t make a sound of any kind or move
on the bed. His hard cock pressed against his flat belly. Katrina moved over to
a drawer, opened it, and brought out a bottle of oil. She poured a large amount
onto her hand then went over to the bed. Fascinated, she began to massage his
cock with it, making it nice and slick.
Slowly she crawled up on the bed, over
him, straddling his hips. Her mouth went dry at what she was about to do. This
wasn’t how she dreamed her first time would be. This wasn’t how it was supposed
to happen. Yet, here she was, taking control over it all.
Biting her lip, Katrina took hold of his
staff, poised it at her entrance, and slowly lowered herself down. She bit
harder to stop herself from crying out. His thickness really did stretch her,
burn her, made her want to stop, but she didn’t. She couldn’t show weakness,
not when she knew her mother was watching.
“Please, help me,” she whispered low,
hoping that only he would hear her. “I can’t do this.”
He growled low behind the gag, turned his
head, and gave her a very small nod, but he didn’t do anything, not that he
could do much. Instead, he moved his face back and forth, moving his jaw
upward. Katrina figured after he did this a few times that he wanted her to
remove the gag. A bad idea under other circumstance, but for this she thought
that it couldn’t hurt her to take it off. After all, what could he do, talk her
to death?
She leaned forward, reached behind his
head, through the thick silk locks of his hair, and unclasped the gag. Her
hands shook as she pulled it away. He licked his lips, moved his jaw around,
and took a deep breath, letting it out through those full lips of his.
“You’re tight,” he rumbled.
“This isn’t going to work.”
“Sure it will. Hold on.”
“Huh?”
He thrust hard, upward, stealing her
breath, burning her from the inside out. Tears came to her eyes. She bit her
lip again to still the scream, and still it felt like more was being pushed
into her.
“Now move damn it,” he growled.
Katrina knew just what to do, but she
couldn’t move yet until the pain subsided. She could feel him throbbing under
her, in her, and still she couldn’t move.
“Move!” He strained against the chains
that held him down.
Mouth open, hands on his lower belly,
Katrina rose up and slowly back down. Her body wasn’t use to him yet, but she
had no choice. He panted under her, bucked, tried to go faster, and yet she
didn’t let him.
“I swear…” He sounded angry. “Fuck I swear
you’re going to pay for this.”
Katrina ignored him and kept moving.
Something began to change for her, something built, and she couldn’t put a
finger on it yet. A pressure started, one that seemed to get stronger and
stronger.
“Faster,” he demanded, bucking under her.
“Fuck!”
She started to move faster and the
pleasure mixed with
pressure became
so intense that she didn’t know if she could keep going or not.