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The Ranch Ch. 02

By: clcarne



Lissa awoke to a knock on the door and climbed out of bed, her muscles protesting until she stretched, smiling like a contented kitten when she remembered the cause of all her aches. 

A cart with covered dishes sat in the hall, the delicious aromas reminding her that she had eaten very little the evening before. Nothing, actually, Lissa giggled as she rolled the cart into the room. They had been the main course, she and Colin.

After rousing her husband, they had breakfast in bed and spent much of the morning cuddling, to sore and tired to do much else.

"I think this place is our only hope." She whispered nervously as if afraid he might disagree. She lay curled in his arms, her bare bottom pressed against the warmth of his groin.

"I never knew there could be such pleasure." Colin sighed and pulled her closer. "It's almost...frightening. Finding out that you can feel such excitement."

Lissa wondered if there was something abnormal in her, something that made her thrill to violence and pain. She shook off the doubt and let herself enjoy lying in his arms. 

"Lunch is being served in the dining hall. All guests please come to the dining hall." Thomas' stentorian voice echoed through the room. "Are you hungry?" Colin kissed her neck.

She shook her head and nestled deeper into his strong, comfortable arms.

An hour later the door slammed open jolting them apart and sending them diving for their robes. Two cowboys entered pushing a heavy stainless steel cart, followed by two other men and a young muscular woman, all dressed in the suede chaps and vests. Their cowboy boots echoed on the tile floor.

"We didn't want lunch." Lissa could hear the edge of fear in her voice. The cart was different this time; it was the kind used in hospitals, with different compartments and drawers. Her eyes were drawn to the 'cowboy' who stood motionless behind the cart. He was massively muscled, with a shaved head and a brutal mien. She hadn't seen him the previous night. This man she would have remembered. The other cowboys were movie star handsome, but this one had heavy, rugged features. The cheekbones and jaw were pronounced, as was the brow, with a large crooked nose and full, cruel looking lips.

"We aren't here for lunch, you silly bitch." Gunner's voice drew her eyes from the stranger. "We're here to punish you." The blond cowboy grabbed the white robe and tore it off. "We're here to fuck you whether you want us to or not." Lissa shrank at his touch. If all these men took her she feared the pain might be past bearing, their size was so daunting. Rape had never been a fantasy of hers. 

The others held Colin by the arms, and forced him onto the other bed, yanking his hands over his head and cuffing them to the headboard. Cuffs were placed on his ankles and fastened to either side of the footboard. "Lie there and watch." Gunner sneered at the helpless Colin.

Lissa's hands were cuffed in front of her and the chain was lifted over her head and lashed to the headboard, forcing her up onto her knees. The men walked to the cart and conferred, finally selecting a small bundle of knotted leather thongs attached to an ebony handle shaped like an uncircumcised penis. At the sight of the instrument Lissa felt herself grow moist even though her stomach fluttered.

"I'm going to stop this!" Colin said, and she could see that he was ready to cry uncle. He couldn't endure seeing her whipped.

"NO!" Lissa was terrified that he would do something to anger Thomas, and get them thrown out. "Gag him." 

"As long as he's not the one being punished." Charlie shoved a rubber gag between Colin's' teeth then glanced at Lissa. "You can cry uncle anytime, cunt."

"Fuck you!" The uncharacteristically blunt answer came without thought, even as she realized that on some level this was all playacting. 

"Later." Charlie snickered meanly.

The burly man with the shaved head approached the lash in his hand. He swished it through the air, his face expressionless. Gunner walked toward her with a wide black strap. Before she had a chance to wonder about it's purpose, he slipped it over her head and covered her eyes, pulling the buckle tight, painfully catching her hair in the hasp. 

Blind now, and helpless she shivered with anticipation. It was almost a relief when the first blow landed on her bottom. She had her teeth clenched and made no sound, though the tiny leather thongs stung like a thousand wasps. Lissa tried to keep her gluteus muscles tense, to keep the thongs from the tender furrow that hid her rectum and pussy. Again and again the blows came, not giving her time to catch her breath between. Slowing, he moved from side to side, always seeming to find a fresh spot, where the pain would be the most exquisite. Now and again he would stray to the delicate flesh of her ribs, then back down to the tortured skin of her ass. 

At last, she let herself cry out. A strained sob pushed past her lips, and when the lash fell again she screamed. The room fell silent and she shivered again, this time in terror as she gave herself over to the pain and the man with the whip. The only sounds were the harsh gasps coming from Lissa, and the men who stood around her.

"She should see this." One man growled as the blindfold was yanked off roughly. Her face was caught in a big hand and turned toward her husband. Colin still lay bound and gagged, watching as she was beaten. He was also totally aroused. His prick was towering, and his face flushed as their eyes met; hers filled with tears and his with shame. 

The blows fell with precision and force, making her rock back and forth. Charlie stepped up next to her face and grinned down at her. "No sense wasting all this motion." As if she were a doll, he lifted her by the waist and slipped under her. She gasped as his strong fingers sank into the soft hypersensitive skin on her hips, even the slightest touch stunningly painful. He centered her over his massive hard on, and pulled her down.

A low moan came from deep within her, as the hard flesh cleaved through the swollen lips and pushed deep inside her. She felt the broad tip touches the center of her and something was pushed aside as he went even deeper. The sensation caused Lissa's insides to go molten, and well out a creamy lubrication that made her sink down even more profoundly. The fine blond hair on her pussy mingled with his coarse black pubic hair as she settled her knees spread wide on the soft mattress. 

Lissa wished that she could lay forward and rest on Charlie's wide, smooth chest but her hands were still bound to the headboard, her breasts dangling inches above him. As if reading her mind, he took them in his hands and toyed with the erect nipples. A sound from the next bed drew her gaze to Colin. The muscular young woman had removed the gag and was kissing him. She climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto his penis, driving up and down, as he lay helpless.

Suddenly the lash struck again, the pain making her thrash violently, causing her to tighten around Charlie's giant dick until she could feel every bump and vein. He moaned and arched up to meet her. The bald man stepped up beside them. His erection was not quite as thick as Colin's or Charlie's, but was at least an inch longer. "Hold her!" He grunted and climbed onto the bed. Charlie took her by the waist and lifted her, withdrawing almost completely. Lissa knew what was coming and knew better than to object. 

Harshly grabbing the very flesh he had flogged, he pushed into the furrow of her cunt, gathering the cream that flowed there. He seemed to fence with Charlie as their dicks bumped and rubbed. Then he raised his sights, and she forced herself to relax, letting him in even though the pain was great. 

Evidently he and Charlie had done this before because as soon as he withdrew, Charlie thrust upward, only to retreat and let the bald man bury his long hardness in her ass once more. 

When they began to buffet her with increasing speed her eyes watered. "Easy ahh...go easy...ohhh!" An anguished wail issued from her open mouth. "Owwwww!"

"Hey, Gunner. There's a hole here that's open." Charlie was grinning up at her pained expression. Gunner awkwardly knelt over Charlie's head, his muscular chest forcing her arms apart, straining against the padded cuffs. She was helpless as the other two men positioned her, using her as if she a plaything. Lissa was shocked and horrified, not at what they were doing, but at the profane delight she found in it. 

Lifting her between them as if she no part in the proceedings, they held her so Gunner could push into her mouth, raising her chin so he could shove deep into the yielding membranes of her throat. Then, the three men pummeled her as a team. There seemed no end to their endurance as first one then the other withdrew, then plunged back into her body. The pleasurable agony of this was too much and when the man reaming her ass pinched the sore flesh there, and rammed home once more, she came so violently that all three men had to grab her to hold their places. 

"Jesus!" Charlie gasped. "She's like a vice man, her ass must be unbelievable."

The man behind her grunted again and fucked her like a man possessed. Charlie bucked under her and then lay still, slipping out of her even as she felt the tension start to rise again. Charlie played with her clitoris and nipples as Gunner worked her mouth. She raked the sides of his prick with her teeth and sucked as hard as she could, desperate to make him finish. Gunner's pendulous balls must have been hitting the other mans face because she saw Charlie's big brown hand creep up over his head and move behind the kneeling man. Whatever he did to Gunner's ass made him lurch toward, resulting in an orgasm for him and an aching jaw for her. Thick salty cum filled her mouth and throat, and she sucked him dry as he clutched her hair in his fists. Gunner jumped off the bed, glaring at the grinning Charlie who lifted his head and kissed her sweetly, stroking her back and sides. 

"Gable takes his time," he whispered as his hand reached between them and played with her clitoris, stroking in time with the bald man's fucking.

Gable slapped the heated flesh of her bottom and the blows made her shriek in anguish even as an orgasm, more powerful than the first ripped through her. 

She stared over at her husband and saw that he had not moved. Colin was still being fucked by the girl, staring at his wife as three strangers pummeled her. She saw him shake and yelp as he came, the same moment that Gable filled her clenching, painfully stretched bowels with a hot stream of cum. 

It was as if Colin had been the one fucking her, in the mouth, in the cunt, and the ass. All at once, as impossible as it seemed. Tears filled her eyes, this time out of love. 

The girl hopped off the bed and caught her eye. "Your man's one hell of a lay."

Charlie slipped out of bed and threw his arm over the cowgirl's shoulders as they strolled to the door. "Rachel, he is one lucky cowboy, she's got a puss... like to kill a man." 

Gunner followed as he punched at Charlie playfully. 

Gable watched with a slightly disapproving expression on his craggy features, until they left. "They don't understand 'discipline'. You are a true daughter of the rod. I can see it." He held the lash to her lips and she kissed it, before moving her lips to the tanned flesh at the base of his thumb. 

His eyes were the pale cold green of heavy bottle glass. Lissa seemed to reach an understanding with him as she met his icy gaze. "You are too small...in back. I am leaving you bound and I will plug you, to keep that path open and undamaged when used in the future." He got something from the cart and showed it to her. It looked like a large pacifier with a balloon on the other side of the flange. It was black and the sight of it made her shiver. A plug? 

He parted her butt cheeks and slipped in the little phallus. Her hole was so sore, even that made her eyes water. He pushed something and the phallus expanded to several times its original size as the air from the balloon was forced through a valve, then locked in. "I'll leave this in for a few hours every night, until the passage is more accessible. Say thank you!"

"Thank you." It came out as a sob, so strong was the ache in her bum. 

He kissed the tears from her eyes, blocking her view of her husband. "I would ask a great favor. The lash is most painful but leaves almost no mark. Even now the red is fading slightly. I would ask...I must ask your permission." When she didn't speak he continued. "I would mark you, twice, with a rod?" She swallowed hard, her bottom was just easing its aching and he wanted to mark her. Mark her! Was he crazy? Was she? "I...I give you permission." It came as a whisper.

Slipping his hand under her sweat soaked hair; he tipped her face up and kissed her long and deep. He went to the cart and when he returned he carried a long flexible rod as thick as a pencil. This time when he held it in front of her she knew to kiss it. 

He walked away and as she waited she reluctantly looked over at Colin. He seemed appalled. "Don't!" He mouthed the word and she looked away. 

The blow came and was so sharp that she screamed as tears literally sprang from her eyes. She fell flat on her stomach and Gable had to lift her to her knees again. She huddled there shivering as he walked around the bed and waited until she was ready to pull away and beg for mercy. Then he struck, harder than before, causing her to fall flat, her full breasts flattened, tears wetting the sheets under her cheek as she sobbed as she never had before. There was such release in her tears; it was as if the pain had released her to let go of all control. It was painful and humiliating and yet... 

Gable knelt at her side and stroked her hair gently. "I love you." He whispered it so softly she knew he was breaking some rule. She was crying too hard to answer. Gable looked at Colin who strained at his bonds. "I will teach you to make her this happy. She deserves no less." He left the room.

Lissa, sweetie?" Colin had never seen anyone sob like this. "Are you in that much pain. I'll stop this now. I'll call for..." "No!" She choked out the word. "I'm fine. I've never been so...so fine."

"You let him, you let him mark you." She followed his eyes as they went to her backside. He seemed to like the picture she made, if his half-erect prick was any indication, even if he couldn't admit it to himself yet. "Will you be repulsed by me, now that you see what I'm really like?"

"Never!" He looked at her with such love she caught her breath. "I've discovered a few things about myself lately and...well."

"I will always love you, no matter what."

"Would you want me to beat you?" He sounded curious.

"No!" She gave a soggy laugh. "Never in anger. Strike me in anger and I'll break your face." They lay in separate beds, bound and uncomfortable and strangely enough, they laughed.

To Be Continued...

The Ranch Ch. 02



I woke up to in ecstasy as Allison’s head bobbed up and down on my stiff cock. The room was dimly lit by the breaking dawn. I could barely make out her features. But, there was no way I could ignore the sensation of her warm, wet, sucking mouth. She took her time and slowed down as I got close. She stopped and looked at me. “ I’ll finish you if you promise to fuck me later.” Her head went down and her eyes looked at me waiting for the answer. Allison did not move as she waited for my answer. My cock was just soaking in her wet oral cavity. Her tongue rested under the head of my prick, not moving. “Yes, yes, I’ll fuck you.” I shouted as her inactivity drove me wild. Her head went down and she took me deep into her throat leaving nothing but my pubic hair and balls out of her mouth. The suction increased, and her red lips traveled to the tip of my cock. Her tongue caressed me and Allison growled like a dog with a bone. Allison’s finger plunged into my ass and I screamed, as my orgasm erupted with explosive force. Her mouth opened, allowing the white viscous liquid to run down over my cock and balls. Allison used her tongue began to lap and clean me slowly. “I love cleaning up especially when it tastes this good, and it will get you hard enough to fuck me soon.”

I a little while I was hard as a rock and Allison was ready for me now. Up on her knees, her ass facing me, and her head resting on the mattress. She reached her hand back between her legs and said. “Come on Steven, lets do it doggy style.” I knelt behind her and placed the head at the entrance that she presented to me. “Come on James, give it to me.” I thrust forward and entered her hard and fast. Her cunt collapsed around me and squeezed me hard. Allison’s ass drove back against me. I gripped her hair with my hands and rode her like a mare controlling her with the reigns I held in my hand. “Oh shit! Yes James Fuck me hard.” Her hips ground and circled as I pumped in and out of her wet pussy. The smell of hot pussy permeated the room. I pumped her and she groaned more. My seemed harder than it ever was. The tingling grew and I knew I was near. I shouted. “ I’m gonna cum now!” She ground back harder and said. “YES! YES!, fill me with your cum.”

A little while later we were dressed and we sat down to talk. She handed me a credit card. “This is a house credit card. It is for our high rollers. No girl here will refuse it or anyone having it. Prices on it are non negotiable. When you want a girl, just use the card. The house will pay for everything. Let’s go to the diner, and have some breakfast.

When, we were walking to the Fantasy Diner. Allison explained the diner. The waitresses were made up to look like sluts. Some were older and more shopworn. Others were young and pretty. The diner served meals. And the waitresses would have sex with the customers if the customer propositioned them. You paid for that service at the register as a tip. You could take her out back and fuck her on her break or spend time at her place after the shift. 

We went in and ate a very nice breakfast, served by a waitress who seemed to be about 40 years old. She had humongous tits. I kept looking at them and she bent down to give me a better view. Allison giggled and said, “go for it.” The next time she came over I slipped my hand into her blouse, and caressed a breast. The waitress, whose name tag identified her as Donna said. “I’ve got a break coming up ill be out back in 5 minutes. I walked out back and saw her waiting. Her blouse was opened more and her bra was removed. “You like these huh? Did you ever fuck a pair of titties this big?” Her hands went to my fly and opened it up. Her red, painted lips opened, and she said. “just to wet you and make you slippery between my hooters.” Her mouth opened, and she engulfed me. Donna soaked my erection in her saliva until it was dripping wet. She opened her blouse, and held her tits up offering them to me. I moved forward and Donna captured my cock between her breasts. Donna pressed her breasts against my cock and said. “Fuck my tits. Fuck them good, cum all over them.” I began to thrust up and down between her breasts. Her head dipped and licked the top of my hard penis every time it appeared between her breasts. I thrust, and humped for what seemed like forever. I was getting close and Donna, sensed it. She encouraged me. “Yes that’s it cum all over my face and tits.” I began to cum. I decorated her face, neck and chest with my copious spend. Then I went back inside the diner, and finished my breakfast. Donna then appeared to give us the check. Which, I paid for with the credit card. When she saw this, Donna came over to me and told me what time her shift at the diner ended.

Allison escorted me to the office. Dad was waiting for me. My first day of working at the ranch was beginning. He showed me the personnel records of all the employees. The prostitutes both, male, and female had regular health checkups. Some males were gay others were bisexual. Some were actually gigolos. The bouncers and bartenders were given an extensive background check. The he laid out the overall operation. Except for those who had a high rollers card all services were paid for in advance. The house got 50% of all fees and for this provided all facilities and protection for the girls.

For the first period of time I would work in the specialty house watching the monitors. In the specialty house all sorts of perversions are allowed the customers pay the highest fees. The girls are at more risk and therefore are monitored by closed circuit TV when working. If anything looks like it is getting out of control I am to press the buzzer and a bouncer will end the scene. I was not to be there alone for the first few weeks, because they didn’t want me breaking up routine scenes that I might consider dangerous.

I was then taken to the room where I met Sheila. Sheila was an ex dominatrix and would be in charge of teaching me the ropes. I noticed a mousey looking woman of about forty sitting in the corner. Her name I was told was Sandy but I was to address her as slut. Her job vas to take care of our horniness or bathroom needs, because we could not leave the monitors during our shift since the safety of the women depended on us. We would pee and shit in Sandy’s mouth as needed. Sandy loves that. She would also take care of our sexual urges. If I got stiff, Sandy would suck me for as long as I liked. Or she would eat Sheila for as long as she liked.

Sheila suggested we both undress and sit in the special chairs. These chairs had holes in the center of the seat. They were designed so that the sub working the room would be able to get her mouth on the assholes of the people monitoring the room. Sheila ordered Sandy to show me. “Slut, lick his asshole until I tell you to stop. She immediately went under the seat and I felt her lips encase my pucker. Her tongue began to lick and caress my rosebud instantly. I groaned in pleasure and, Sheila then grinned at me.

Just then the monitor with the dungeon opened. Sheila explained that this was a bondage scene. She knew the girl who was in there and that was her specialty. The client tied her to the bed and began to tease her with all sorts of devices. He uses a feather on her nipples and clitoris. Then a vibrator in her pussy along with a butt plug. I got horny watching. I shouted, “slut, suck me now.” Sandy scrambled up and began to suck my cock. She didn’t hesitate, nor did she need any direction. Her head bobbed up and down until I gave her tonsils a sperm bath. Her mouth did not leave my cock. Sheila looked at me and said. “The little whore won’t stop until she’s told to. The little whore looks thirsty, why don’t you pee in her mouth? She loves it. Don’t you bitch?” Sandy nodded here head up and down. I looked down at Sandy’s face and saw the look of anticipation. I began to try and pee. It wasn’t easy, but soon I loosed a torrent of urine down her throat. I could feel her shudder in orgasm. Before long it was 6PM and the shift was over.



The Ranch Ch. 02



"Why hello, you must be Barb," Bob said and then turning to Jen added, "We kind of met already, didn't we," as Bob brazenly walked out of Mary's room with only a bath towel wrapped around his hips. "I guess Mary and I got a little carried away," he grinned as he collected their discarded clothes off the floor.

"What the hell have you done? Jen call the cops!" Barb shouted as she ran to Mary's door and gasped as she saw Mary naked putting on a very thin night gown that was almost see through.

"Hey Barb," Mary cheerfully replied seeming to be totally unaware that she stood before displaying herself the way she was.

"Umm, Mary are you okay?" Barb stammered trying to hide her confusion and awkwardness. Mary had always been so conservative often times acting as their mother when they discussed boys and college life with her. 

"Never felt better," Mary said and walked up and gave Barb a hug pressing her erect nipples into the girl. Seeing Mary walking out caused Jen to gasp as well and set the phone back down, Mary turned a questioning look to Barb and then to Bob who simply smiled at her.

"You girls must be thirsty from working out in that sun," Bob said silkily now setting out two glasses for the girls and secretly adding the pink tablets.

"Yeah, errr, sure," Jen said distracted still by Mary as she picked up the glass and started to take a drink. The phone rang though before she could take a sip causing her to sit it down and answer the phone. She began to talk sympathetically into the receiver and then hung up, "That was my roommate and she just broke up with her boyfriend. I have to go and give her comfort."

"You must be thirsty from all those chores just take a drink and freshen up," Bob pressed.

"No!" Jen said almost offended to be even talking to the man. Barb followed Jen out the front door. "What the fuck is going on in there?"

"I don't know. I am going to stay behind and figure out what is going on. I will call you later tonight when I get home," Barb said hugging Jen. Walking back into the house the brunette was stunned to see her boss, Mary, standing there in the kitchen with this creepy man as he clearly had his hand on her crotch. She was even more shocked that upon seeing her enter the room neither of them bothered to stop right away.

"So you must be thirsty," Mary said taking the glass of water to Barb.

"Mary we really need to talk," Barb said growing more worried as she saw Bob helping himself to the fridge and pulling a bottle of chilled white wine.

"We will but young lady if I was your mother I would spank you for working so hard and not hydrating enough," Mary said while putting her hands on her hips still completely oblivious as to how much the garment showed off her body..

"Fine! Fine I am drinking my water now," Barb said and downed the water upon finishing it she licked her lips. "The water tastes kind of funny but good." 

"Well then you will love this," said Bob handing her a glass of wine and winking at Mary who looked excitedly at Barb.

"You sure you are okay," Barb asked as she was starting to feel hot. Mary crossed her arms and looked expectantly at Barb and her glass.

"Drinking," Barb said and downed the drink. She realized something was not right as her clothes were feeling itchy. Though she did not hesitate when offered another glass and downed it.

"You feel okay honey?" Mary said as she took Barb by the hand and started to caress her hands, "You must be hot from working all day. Let's get you out of these overalls." She then started to undo Barb's overalls as Bob sat on a chair prepared to enjoy the show.

"What are you doing?" Barb asked while trying to push Mary's hands away.

"Aren't you hot and itchy in these clothes?"

"Well yeah, but he is right here," pleaded Barb more like a school girl as Mary had successfully unbuttoned both straps letting the overalls fall to the ground.

"Now doesn't that feel better," Mary asked as she hugged Barb and let her hands roam over the girl's body slipping underneath Barb's shirt. Barb's body shuddered at the feel of Mary's hand moving up to her breasts.

"Yes, but this is not right something is wrong," Barb said with some effort as now Mary was squeezing Barb's breasts through her bra. Her mind was reeling with conflicting thoughts. Barb had experimented with one of her past girl roommates but decided that was not for her. Now at the touch of Mary, her mind was rethinking that possibility.

"Mary!" Barb whined when she felt Mary unhook her bra to revel her apple sized breasts to Mary's inquisitive hands. Thoughts of making love to this woman all through the night were becoming harder to push aside for Barb.

"Ssshhh," Mary said and started to lightly kiss Barb's neck while lightly pinching Barb's nipples. Barb instinctively opened her neck to the attack as it felt so wonderful. 

"You like?" Mary cooed.

"Yes," Barb felt herself saying while her mind screamed to get away but her body would not respond.

"Let's see if you have been a good girl," Mary teased and then began to pull Barb's panties down to revel that they were soaking wet. 

SMACK 

"Bad girl, you soiled your panties," Mary scolded and then smacked the Barb's ass again as Barb was mortified and relieved at the same time to have the confining underwear taken off. 

"Owww, I am sorry Mary" Barb said as her each slap caused her pussy to leak even more as her body grew even hotter.

"Only sluts soil their panties and let a woman completely undress them in front of a strange man. Is that what you are Barb, a slut?" Mary questioned as her hand glided down over Barb's flat stomach and straight into her oozing hole easily slipping two fingers inside.

"Uhhh," Barb moaned as Mary started to finger fuck her.

"Don't be rude," scolded Mary, "answer my question." Bob was amazed at the affect that the green tablet had on Mary and looked on in anticipation as to what it would do to Barb when she was convinced to take the tablet as well.

"Yes," Barb whispered as she spread her legs a little more so Mary could have more access to her pussy. Bob stood up letting his bath towel fall as he moved over to the two women. Barb looked at him approaching with a mixture of fear and hunger as her eyes drifted down to the massive appendage that swung between the man's legs and was already starting to harden again. She brought her eyes back to stare into Bob's at the touch of his hands on her breasts massaging each.

'My God, what the hell is wrong with me' Barb thought as she had lost complete control of her body.

Mary knelled down in front of Barb and clasped her hungry mouth onto Barb's pussy. 

"Oh my God, Mary! Please stop. Stop," Barb begged as she bit her lip to try and stifle another moan as she watched this woman who she come to think of as a second mom acting like a whore before her.

Bob was now roughly twisting her nipples bringing yelps in between her moans. Taking her hand, he placed it on his dick letting her feel the size of it in her hand; this only further stoked the flames of her arousal. She immediately found herself wondering if it would all fit inside of her, then shook her head trying to get rid of that image. 

"Get away from me," Barb pleaded as she tried to step away from both of them realizing that she was now completely naked. "Mary this is not right!" 

But she felt herself allowing Bob instead to push her gently onto the top of the kitchen table causing the bottle of wine to tip over and spill out onto the table and floor. The coldness of the white wine against her skin only heightened in her mind how hot her body was now.

"What have you done to her and me?" She questioned Bob as she instinctively spread her legs at the feel of Mary's head pushing between her thighs. "Why ..." Barb lost all power of speech as Mary's mouth made contact once again with her yearning pussy. 

Bob stepped forward and brushed the plum of his dick against her lips. Her mind was pleading with her body as she felt her lips part to let the evil thing inside her warm mouth and begin to suck on it. She relaxed her throat to allow more of it to slip in letting her body enjoy the treasure in her mouth. 

It felt so wonderful to her body; she realized that she craved the sensation. Mary finally climbed up on top of Barb and began to nurse on each of Barb's breasts lightly sucking and flicking each nipple with her tongue. Bob pulled away from Barb's mouth and positioned himself between her legs.

"You ready for me?"

"Yes" Barb begged as Mary slid off of Barb's body and moved above Barb's head lifting her head onto her lap.

Mary completely reprogrammed by Bob looked down at Barb and smiled lovingly as she caressed both of Barb's breasts. Bob slowly started to push his dick into Barb. She welcomed the intrusion as she felt her pussy walls being stretched. "It is too big!"

"Don't worry you will adjust," Bob said.

Barb could not understand all that was happening as she should be repulsed by having sex with this man let alone with a woman, but her body overrode her mind as it craved their touch. She looked up into Mary's eyes as her body writhed in pleasure on the table from the attentions she was receiving .

"We are going to be working for Bob, isn't it great?" Mary asked leaning down and planting kisses on Barb's neck and cheek.

"Mary, what the hell is wrong with you. What work?" Barb managed to say while she spread her legs wider to Bob as he was driving into her easily now.

"We are going to be his whores and the ranch is going to be his whore house just as soon as I sign over the property to him tomorrow." Mary said.

"What?"

"Oh I forgot, you have not had your second tablet yet. Green is the best!" Mary shouted and then took a green tablet from the table and plopped it into Barb's mouth.

Barb immediately tried to dispel the tablet but Mary clasped her own mouth over Barb's. There was a brief battle over the green tablet with Barb desperately trying to push the tablet out of her mouth into Mary's and Mary's tongue pushing it back into Barb's. As the tablet began to dissolve from the saliva, its mind altering green liquid began to slid down Barb's throat to Barb's horror, and then pleasure as Barb's tongue began to instead of fight with Mary's began to explore Mary's mouth.

Mary sensing the change in Barb's behavior began to passionately kiss Barb. At seeing the once two innocent women now making out as lesbian lovers, Bob grunting hard as he filled Barb's womb with his seed.

Mary broke off her kiss to revel a smiling Barb.

"So how would you like to work for me," Bob said leaning down and kissing her.

"I would love to work for you," Barb said as she reached out caressing his chest.

'Yes' thought Bob two down and one more to go. His plan was going perfectly. "You know since it is a ranch I think I need to brand you both as mine."

"What do you mean?"

"I think we will be stopping in town tomorrow at the tattoo shop," Bob commented as he pulled out of Barb and walked over to Mary kissing her on the lips, "Now let's go to bed, girls," but stopped when he felt Barb suck his dirty dick into her mouth.

"You bad girl, I did not give you permission to suck my dick," Bob scolded.

"I couldn't help it, I am so horny," Barb said as the green tablet was reprogramming her just as quickly as Mary. She began to run her hands up and down her body squeezing each of her tits before running her hands further down to her smoldering pussy.

"Come," Bob said as he took Barb by the hand and led her and Mary to the bedroom. Once inside, Mary laid on her back exposing her pussy to all. Bob gently pushed Barb down between Mary's thighs, "I think you need to thank you former employer properly for giving you the tablets," Bob instructed.

"Oh Mary, you pussy is so lovely," and with that Barb dipped her head down to Mary's pussy and began to feast greedily.

"Damn!" Jen said out loud slamming the phone down.

"Language Miss Hobert," scolded Professor Taylor.

"Sorry Professor, but last night some creepy guy stopped out at the ranch and my boss was acting really funny when I left. So my best friend Barb was staying behind to make sure she was okay, we were supposed to talk last night once she got home."

"But she never called?"

"Right and I have tried all morning."

"Tell you what, I have one session left for the day, and then after that let's go out there and see what it is going on," he offered.

"Really you would go with me? Thank you Professor," Jen said and flung her arms around the professor. 

He was somewhat taken aback as Jen hugged her for it was not proper, but at the same time he had a huge crush on his star pupil. He could almost feel her magnificent breasts pressing against him through their clothes. 

"I cannot let my student go into possible danger by themselves, besides I am concerned for Barb as well."

"I am sure it is all fine, but thanks again," Jen said as she went down the hall with her strawberry blonde hair swishing back and forth. Of course Professor Harold Taylor was more staring at her perfect ass, wishing that he was not a professor and her not his student. He knew though that he would never stand a chance of getting her. He was not a man that women like Jen would find attractive. He was a typical college professor spending more time in books than the gym.

As the car pulled up into the driveway of the ranch, Jen jumped out and ran into the house calling out for Barb and Mary. The professor followed inside and stopped at the end table picking up a note left for Jen. He read the note out loud stating that Barb and Mary had gone with Bob for an errand in town.

Jen said that did not make sense, for she could not imagine the two going anywhere with the disgusting man. She then called the professor over to the kitchen table as she unsnapped Bob's sales bag and pulled out the colored tablet sheets. 

"What do you make of these?" Jen asked holding them up to the professor who took them from her and examined each sheet.

"Hard to say I will have to take a sample back with me to the college for further study."

Just then they both jumped as they heard the back door swing closed. Jen's eyes widened as Jake the former ranch hand came into the kitchen grinning.

"What are you doing here Jake!" Jen demanded while backing up next to the professor. Jake had been fired after he tried a little too aggressively to convince Jen to have sex with him in the barn. Jen recalled how she had ran out of the barn half naked screaming for help and how Barb held the naked Jake pinned to the barn wall with a pitch fork. If it had not been for the cooler head of Mary to tell Jake to get off the ranch, she was sure that Barb would have skewered the man to the wall. 

"Jen Baby! How have you been? I have really missed you," Jake said walking right up to her. He only deviated his attention from her to the man she was with when the professor stepped protectively in front of Jen and held out his hand.

Jake looked at the hand for a moment and then smiled deviously as he shook the hand, "Name is Jake. I am one of the hired hands here on the ranch and you are?"

"Jake you don't work here! Mary fired you," Jen said now stepping forward somewhat enraged at this man's pronouncement.

"I'm back. Bob hired me on this morning," Jake said lazily as he turned to the fridge and searched for a beer.

"Bob! Bob can't hire you!" Jen said letting her anger get the best of her. The professor reached out and grabbed her by the shoulder to try and calm the woman down.

"Don't know what to tell you Jen. You can take it up with the boss when he gets back," he said as he popped the top of the beer and took a heavy sip.

As if on que, the front door opened as Barb and Mary came giggling in with a prideful Bob behind them carrying several shopping bags from the local lingerie store and sex shop. Jen was about to tell Mary what Bob had done when she stopped short seeing the bags and then realized how Barb and Mary were dressed.

Barb had on Daisy Duke shorts that barely covered her ass, and Jen let out a small gasp as she brought her hand to her mouth for it was evident that Barb now also sported a brand new tattoo. From what Jen could see, it appeared to be a rose on her left ass check that was somewhat hidden by the shorts. Jen knew that Barb absolutely hated tattoos and could not fathom how she could be talked into one. Barb turned and gave Jen a hug and Jen received a second shock when she realized that Barb wore no bra and could clearly feel nipple rings pressing into her from beneath Barb's shirt. Jen stepped back and looked at Barb questioningly, but all she saw on her friend's face was a blank happy almost bimbo expression.

"Mary we need to talk," Jen said turning to Mary praying that Mary would offer some support for the strange occurrences happening all around her. She was disappointed though when Mary turned around to revel that her tank top was so reveling of her breasts that Jen could clearly see that she too now sported nipple rings!

"Jen, honey sorry we missed you we would have loved for you to come with us," Mary happily replied. Then seeing the anguish on Jen's face added, "Is something wrong honey? Tell you what, let me get you a glass of water."

"I don't want water Mary. What the hell is going on?" Jen demanded.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, you sure you don't want something to drink? Jake, why don't you go ahead and get Jen a glass of water," Mary said waving her hand impatiently at Jake who simply groaned and turned around proceeding to get a glass from the cupboard.

"Mary! I am not thirsty! Have you both lost your minds? I mean look at you both! You both look like hookers for god's sake!" 

"Nah, we are better than any street hooker Jen!" Barb said leaning her head out of the bathroom, "Jake honey, can you come help me? I need someone to apply ointment to my new tats." At that Jake grinned and gave the glass to Mary and proceeded to go into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.

"What the fuck is Jake doing here Mary? I mean he said this asshole," Jen pointed to Bob who only grinned at the whole scene, "hired him. How is that possible? Am I the only one here that is not fucking losing my mind?"

"Jennifer!" Mary scolded, "I would have thought you had better manners than that young lady. Why if it was not for your guest right now, I would turn you over my knee and give you a good spanking! Just because you brought your boyfriend over here to fuck you and we interrupted is no reason to take it out on Bob!"

"WHAT!!! Arrrggghh," Jen screamed and then stormed out of the house to the barn, leaving the professor standing in the kitchen with Mary and Bob.

"Who are you?" Bob questioned. He was none too pleased to find the man in the house for it was too early for complications to his plans.

"I, I am Professor Taylor. Jen is a student of mine. You must be Bob and Mary. I have heard a lot of great things about you Mary," the professor said feeling very awkward to be standing in the room with them. Bob moved up behind Mary and wrapped his arm around her waist whispering something into her ear which caused the woman to laugh and playfully swat his shoulder as she took the bags from him and moved towards her bedroom.

Calling out over her should she said, "Professor I think what my Jen needs is a real good fucking. That always seems to put my mind straight. Bob don't be too long," smiling mischievous as she closed the door.

Speechless, Professor Taylor was only able to nod dumbly wondering how Jen worked with such sluts. Bob moved next to the professor and starred at the closed bedroom door for a moment as sounds of lust and love were emitting from the bathroom. "Let's go out on the porch Professor. Do you have a first name?" Bob said while stopping at the fridge and grabbing two beers. He also picked up the tainted glass of water that Mary had set on the table.




The Ranch Ch. 02



The two men walked out onto the porch and starred out into the yard and beyond at the barn where they both could see Jen pacing back and forth talking angrily to herself.

"That one is feisty. It will take a real man to break that one in. So you are?" Bob asked taking a sip of his beer and offering the other to the professor.

"Harold Taylor, Professor Taylor to my students. I teach geology at the local college. Jen is one of my students," the professor said sipping on the beer offered to him.

"Yeah, I bet you wish she was more than just a student though, right?" Bob asked studying the man's face for his reaction.

"What? Jen? Well I, I ..." the professor stumbled.

"Hey, it is okay," grinned Bob, "Look I have a unique opportunity for you. One that you would be wise to not pass by. I can make her," he said looking now back out at Jen in the barn, "yours," he finished with emphasis on 'yours'.

"Say I might be interested," the professor thoughtfully said looking out at barn now as well, "How can you make that happen?" turning back to the man. He did not believe that this man could do what he was suggesting, but given what the professor had seen with Mary and Barb he had to wonder. For it would definitely have to be a close act to a miracle for Mary and Barb to be so madly in love with this sleazy man.

"Tell you what," he said handing the glass of water to the professor, "Give Jen this water and then come back inside and we can talk." At seeing the man about to argue he repeated, "Just give Jen the water and I will explain it all to you." In the short time Bob had met the professor; Bob had already worked out how to deal with this complication to his plans. As the man was a professor, he could supply Bob with a wide stock of pleasurable young bodies to work his ranch, and if all it took to seal the deal was giving the man Jen it seemed more than a good bargain.



The Ranch Ch. 02



"What the hell happened to you?" exclaimed Cory, as Mark sauntered into the dining room and slumped his large frame into a high-backed chair, holding a bloodied tea-towel to his head.

"I was seducing Katie," Mark replied, shutting his eyes with a chuckle.

"Where is she?" Cory asked, shocked.

"On the ground floor somewhere. For a slip of a girl, she can sure take care of herself." Mark winced as he increased pressure to his head. "Pour me a wine, will you?"

"Seducing?" Cory repeated, in a daze. "What part of your seduction did she take offence to?" 

He leaned forward, moving the towel aside to inspect Mark's head. "It's just a graze. Shit, I might have to rethink my tactics if she's so demonstrative with her disapproval. What did you do?"

"I went into her room and kissed her," Mark grimaced.

"And?" Cory probed.

Mark shrugged one shoulder. "I tried to take it further and she didn't like it."

"Did she invite you into her room?" Cory spoke carefully, drumming his fingers along the table.

"I had a key." Despite his headache, a small cheeky smile danced across Mark's face. "About that wine?" he inquired.

Cory's expression became severe. "Jesus, Mark, you know that's not ok! Have you forgotten the last time? What the hell were you thinking?" 

Under his hard gaze Mark rolled his eyes, then closed them as his temple began to throb. "All women come around, eventually. All it takes is a kiss, well, that's what I thought. Though I have to say," he opened one blue eye at Cory, "she was quite resourceful in getting the better of me. I like her."

"How many?" Cory asked sharply.

"How many what?"

"How many women have you ambushed or...or forced yourself upon?"

Mark met Cory's concerned gaze. "I've never raped anybody, if that's what you're asking. Maybe I've crossed boundaries, but I've always been given consent in the end."

"So I guess Katie overreacted and mistook you for a rapist?" Cory said sarcastically.

Mark smiled dreamily. "Perhaps, but it's not over. She has an amazing rack, Cory, amongst other things."

Cory shook his head in disgust and stood.

"Where are you going?" Mark raised an interested eyebrow.

"Where do you think? To find the poor girl!" Cory snapped, stalking from the room.

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Katie wandered around the Men's. It smelled very clean, with a hint of sandalwood in the air. It didn't resemble anything like an ordinary pool change-room, there was no silver concrete, no blemishes on the walls. The floor was coloured deep navy, and the walls were tiled in a pattern of lighter blue shades. 

Sitting down an a sleek bench, Katie wrapped her robe tightly around herself. Remembering how Mark picked her up like a mere doll and fondled her so intimately, she struggled not to cry. Giving way to tears wouldn't help her situation, feeling sorry for herself wasn't going to get her anywhere. She had to come up with some kind of plan, and quickly. But before she could think of one possibility, she heard a distant voice, calling out her name.

"Oh, shit," she mouthed silently, rising from the bench. 

Tiptoeing toward the Gent's entrance, she listened intently. Although the voice hadn't come from the pool area, in that moment she realised eventually she'd be found. She had to get off the property. She'd rather take her chances with whatever was in the woods.

Bravely leaving the safety of Gent's, Katie crept toward the pool's glass entrance, hearing the voice fade slightly. It was Cory, and he was on the other side of the ground floor. Peeping around the door-frame, she saw his tall figure squinting into the gym, cupping his hands around his face to see through the glass into the dark. He swiped his card and entered. It was now or never.

Holding her breath, Katie eased the pool door open, wincing as the handle clicked. Not bothering to see it closed quietly behind her, she fled across the ground floor, through the lobby area she'd waited earlier, down the wide corridor leading to the front doors. 

Skidding to a halt at the main entrance, she fumbled in her robe pocket for the key. 

"Yes!" she hissed, as the light blinked green, and with an effort managed to push the heavy doors open, and run down the front steps and across the driveway into the night. 

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"She's gone."

"What!" Marks head shot up from the table, where he'd been resting on his forearms. The bleeding had stopped and he tossed the reddened towel aside, quickly standing.

"What do you mean she's gone? Where could she go?" he asked, stunned.

"I don't know," Cory replied grimly, struggling to control his temper. "But she's not here, I searched the whole ground floor then checked surveillance. She left through the front. It seems you made quite an impression."

"I didn't think she'd be that ballsy!" Mark protested, looking at Cory up and down, noting he had changed into riding gear. After a moment he smiled smugly.

"You didn't think to check surveillance before searching for her, did you, farm-boy?" Mark shook his head at him.

Ignoring his comment, Cory pointed at Mark. "You took this too far, too early. I'm going along the trails on horseback, you head out on foot. And if you find her first, don't...just don't do anything weird. Please!" On the last fierce word Cory spun on his heel and half ran into the lift.

Mark shook his head in disbelief. "Half-dressed, into the woods, in the middle of the night? Who is this girl?"

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Katie ran blindly along the dirt road leading from the ranch toward the freeway. Knowing it would take a while to get there, she'd have to find a resting spot. Not knowing what lived in the forest, she didn't want to leave the road. 

Part of her knew that things were rapidly getting worse and worse, that she hadn't thought anything though. Running on survival instinct for the last 48hours, without any rational planning, her actions were bordering on insanity.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted with each painful step. It was too dark to see, but she was certain parts of her feet were bleeding from running out of the ranch and over gravel at breakneck speed. Now, exhausted, she gingerly limped along the road. 

Feeling the ground begin to vibrate, she peered ahead, and saw the lights of an approaching vehicle tearing down the road.

"Oh! Oh, thank fuck!" she moaned out loud, wrapping the robe more tightly about her and hurrying into the road's centre, waving as the car slowly pulled to a stop in front of her.

As her eyes focused when the front lights cut out, Katie's mouth dropped open in horror as she recognised the car. 

'HOW?' a voice in her head screamed.

Not caring if she landed into the arms of Bigfoot, she threw herself from the road into the woods. Behind her, she heard a car door slam shut, and a man's voice, unhinged with irrational fury, bellow out after her.

"I found you, you bitch!" he shouted.

Katie didn't run to protect her virtue as before, this time she ran for her life, because in the literal sense, she was. Hearing him crash through the foliage behind her, she blindly stumbled onwards, not feeling the pain in her feet as her body was taken over by an icy cold wave of fear. Unseen twigs scratched at her arms and legs, groups of coarse leaves swept harshly across her face, and in the dark she didn't realise the thick tree-branch extending horizontally across her path. It smacked into her forehead, knocking her flat on her back, and next thing she knew, she was in a gasping daze, staring up at small patches of night sky, barely visible between the swaying trees.

The view was short-lived as the ominous figure of a man stood over her. Katie shrieked as he bent forward and roughly tugged her up by her hair.

"Well, well," he panted, through clenched teeth, as she stood unsteadily, wrapping her hands around his wrist, trying to ease the painful pressure of his hold. 

The man twisted his hand in her hair, forcing Katie around to face him. In the dark she couldn't clearly see his expression, but his eyes glinted at her sinisterly, and tension seemed to roll of his body in waves.

"I've got you now," he snarled into her face. "You're never getting out of my sight again." His dark eyes widened as he gazed down at her open robe.

Before she saw it coming, her head snapped to the side as he slapped her, and though she stumbled, the fist in her hair kept her from falling.

"You whore!" he shouted, gripping her neck with his other hand, shaking her until her teeth rattled. "Who have you been fucking? Who?" 

Suddenly he threw her back from him, onto the ground. Hands on his hips, he exhaled heavily as he glared down at her, watching her shrink back from him and miserably draw her robe together. 

"Who?" he inquired softly this time, stepping forward and gently nudging her calf with his foot, like a matador toying with the condemned bull. His tone was so quietly vicious, so unnatural, that Katie would rather he shouted. 

"Tell me, Katie? Who is he?" he asked sweetly.

Katie, having recovered from the shock of her fall and the ensuing violence, stared up at him defiantly, knowing she was screwed either way. There was no chance she could outrun him now, and she knew he'd enjoy chasing her, take pleasure in meting out what he'd consider to be well-earned discipline. 

Registering her refusal to speak, the man sighed and casually glanced around the dark woods. Then he knelt down in front of Katie, and it took every bit of her self-control to hold her ground and not crawl backwards, whimpering. 

He gripped her chin and moved his face close to hers. "Still not talking to me, baby?" he whispered. 

His eyes travelled over her, admiring the mingled fright and hate in her green eyes, her flawless porcelain skin, lush mouth slightly parted in her fear and exertion. 

Katie flinched as he suddenly flicked her cheek with his tongue. 

"You know, you're so beautiful," he smiled at her, but his eyes were frighteningly soulless. "You're worth every effort. I'd chase your sweet pussy across the globe." 

Katie glared at him in disgust, but couldn't turn her face away as he pressed his mouth against hers. He was gentle at first, but the kiss steadily became more brutal, and Katie's cry was muffled as he deliberately bit her bottom lip, drawing blood.

He released her and she lay back, trying to increase the distance between them and find room to wriggle away. But he moved forward and repositioned his length over her, holding her beneath him with his forearms resting into the dirt on either side of her body.

"I'm wearing an $800 shirt, baby, don't get me started on the rest of the outfit," he smiled nastily down at her. 

He shifted slightly to stoke one hand down the side of her face, sharply pressing into her collarbone, enjoying her rapidly beating pulse. "But you're worth it." He lowered his face and sucked on her neck, wanting to feel her pulse beat in his mouth. 

"Imagine my anger, when I discovered you outsmarted me," he said thickly against her skin. He bit down to emphasise his point, loving the way her body tensed up beneath him in pain. 

"Then imagine my delight, when I get tip about a girl at some ranch in the middle of nowhere, who some anonymous old fool thinks might be in trouble," he continued with an ugly laugh.

Suddenly, it all clicked into place. Marco, in his fatherly paranoia, had put her in a worse danger than he could have known. 

"Dom, please," Katie trembled beneath him. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to stop her tears.

"Talking to me now?" he breathed, lapping at her wet cheeks like a dog. 

Reaching down, he roughly gripped her thigh, brutally digging his fingers into her taut flesh as he tugged to the side, opening her legs so he could settle himself between them.

Katie didn't answer. Fuck him, she wasn't going to beg anymore. A sob caught in her throat as she felt him grind his erection into her, felt his hand roughly kneading her soft breasts. After a while his movements stilled, and she opened her eyes to see him watching her closely with an unreadable look on his crazed face.

"What, no fight left?" he taunted unpleasantly. "You're just going to lie there in the dirt, like a dead fuck?" 

He shook his head at her, and there was a manic expression in his coal-black eyes. "I didn't drive non-stop for hours on end, come all this way to quickly pound you. Let's go someplace where I can take my time teaching you who your owner is. You're going to learn what happens when you really piss me off. Come," he ordered coldly, and backed off her, standing. 

He pulled her up by the neck of her robe and spun her shoulder around so he stood behind her, pressing his fist into the centre of her back. "Walk!" he barked, shoving her forward.

Katie was really crying now, her chest heaving with justified hysteria. She tripped ahead of him as he roughly pushed her from behind, tracing their steps through the woods, back along the path he had chased her, toward his car. Fleetingly she wondered if she could goad him into killing her, surely that would be better than whatever he had planned. 

Part of her believed he wouldn't hurt her too badly - he valued her body too much. Likely what he had in store was a light beating and significantly humiliating rape. Another part of her was fairly certain that whilst he wouldn't want to maim her good looks, if he felt that she was lost to him, he wouldn't think twice about killing her. It was a tough situation.

As they finally left the shelter of the woods, he brutally shoved her so she fell face-first onto the open road. Expecting him to drag her up by her hair, she was surprised to see his shoes stalk right past her to the road's centre.

"Where the fuck is my car?" he pondered. He peered up and down the road, both ways, before turning his accusing stare to Katie.

"You're in on this, aren't you?! Where the fuck-!" he shouted and stepped toward her, fist raised to strike, but never finished as a large figure leapt from the darkness and tackled him to the ground.

Not waiting for a second chance, Katie squeezed her eyes shut and picked herself up out of the dirt, tearing back into the forrest.

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Sitting on top of the man, Mark stared down at him in a blind, delirious rage. The man glared back, and his black eyes were mean, a deadly callousness glinting from their depths. 

Almost in a trance, Mark raised his fist and began punching. He didn't stop when his fist was bloody, when he heard bone break, he kept going. The man had the same look as his father, no physical resemblance, but the determined expression of pain-dealing hate that was bent upon punishing innocent lives on a drunken whim. 

As he slammed his fist downward, his minds-eye alternated between visions of Katie, lying half-naked on the road, bruised and bloodied, and his mother, lying in a pool of blood, eyes wide open in death, in her last breath still not believing that after all the beatings, her time had finally come. Mark punched harder, remembering the blind-eye the community turned in disbelief that such scandal could attach to a wealthy family, to his father, who was such a pinnacle of society.

Mark struggled to breathe in his hate and frustration. Big and strong as he was now, it didn't matter - he had been too weak to help his mother when it counted. Now she was long gone, her ashes melded into the dust of the earth, and here was another bastard just like the one who'd taken her. 

Not only had this man brought back exceedingly painful, suppressed memories, but he had doubly insulted Mark by ruining his game, spoiling the thrill of his chase for a beautiful woman who was now more victim than prey.

Now the man was unconscious, his face a mass of blood. Instinctively Mark leaned forward and spat on him before rising. Snapping out of his emotions, he peered through the dark at the empty ground where Katie had fallen. She was gone.

"Shit!" Mark cursed, raking a hand through his dark hair.

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Katie was beyond exhausted, but she kept going. If she was frightened before, now her whole body was overtaken by a blinding terror. She didn't know what had happened to Dom, but she wasn't going to wait around and find out. 

Eventually she had reached the end of the wooded area and stepped out onto a small track. Feeling safe for the moment, she listened to the night, and could hear the gentle sound of water running over stone, coming from an undisclosed location. 

In the bright light of the full moon, Katie looked down at herself. She saw the scratches on her arms and legs, cuts on her feet. Her soft, dark hair hung wildly over her shoulders in a tangle. Raising a leg, she made out a developing bruise on her thigh, in the shape of Dom's hand from when he'd pulled her legs open. 

As she cursed ever having met Dom, she turned with a start as a man on horseback came around the corner at an easy trot, less than 100m away. Katie turned and fled back into the shelter of the woods, but not quickly enough - she had been seen. She heard the horse thunder along the path toward where she'd stepped out, pull to a stop and the sound of a man dismounting.

"Katie!" Cory yelled behind her.

Katie didn't heed his call, she'd had enough of men for the evening, for the rest of her life. Chest burning from her exertion, she didn't run back the way she came, but took another direction which, in a roundabout way, led back onto the path. 

Cory had obviously given chase, she could hear him close on her heels, gaining on her. Fully clothed, he had a clear advantage, while she was trying with difficulty to navigate around the bushland. Soon, she felt like she couldn't hear anything except the blood pounding in her ears. 

Just as she'd reached the path, two arms wrapped around her, pulling her back firmly against a large, hard chest.

"No!" Katie shrieked, her legs giving out as she twisted in his grip.

"Calm down! Calm down! I'm not going to hurt you!" Cory insisted, trying to hold her still. 

As Katie went limp in defeat, he turned her in his arms and cupped her face with one hand, tilting her to the light of the moon, and saw the bruise across her forehead, her bleeding lip, her reddened cheek, warmed by the blow of a man's hand. Still wearing only the suite robe, tears running down her face, she was a mess. Cory felt his chest constrict in anger. What the fuck had Mark done?

"What happened?" he whispered.

Katie stared up at him mutely, but the horror in her green eyes spoke volumes to him. Cory wanted to find Mark immediately, hold him accountable, kick his ass. Instead, he swiftly swept Katie off the ground and carried her back to his waiting horse.

In exhaustion, Katie's head dropped to Cory's chest as he walked, her hand rested on his rapidly beating heart, dimly wondering what next. He hadn't looked at her with Mark's mockery or Dom's viciousness, his light eyes were angrily remorseful. 

Even though she knew better, Katie felt secure, comforted in the strong hold of a man she barely knew. It was purely psychological - normally she would have been proud, demanded he set her down and let her walk alone, but after the shock of being caught by Dom, in her traumatised state she'd take any act of kindness on offer.

Her last delirious thought as she slipped into a dead faint, was that she'd been found by her knight in shining armour, and if he happened to be as perverted as the others, at this stage she didn't give a shit what he did to her, so long as he was gentle about it. 

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The Ranch Ch. 02



Cory was raiding the scotch at the lobby bar when Mark burst through the doorway. 

"Did you find her?" he panted, coming up to the bar and sitting alongside Cory, who eyed him stonily.

"What? What now?" Mark demanded, slightly taken aback by Cory's glaring silence.

Cory's scotch glass when flying as he suddenly seized the front of Mark's shirt and punched him. The hit was half-hearted; angry as Cory was with his friend, he didn't want to seriously hurt him. Not yet. Looking up from the ground, astounded, Mark pushed himself up into a sitting position.

"What in the-" he began, but Cory cut him off.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Cory roared, kicking the wall of the bar.

"What?!" Mark picked himself up from the ground with surprising agility and dusted himself off. "You better have a good reason for knocking me."

"Why'd you do it?" Cory asked heatedly. "Because she rejected you? Is that it?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Mark demanded. Then he remembered Katie, lying on the road, and held up both hands in protest.

"Whoa, Cory, that wasn't me. You think I roughed up Katie?"

Cory stared at him, fists clenched by his sides, fighting not to lay into Mark.

"I never- I mean, I wouldn't," Mark said firmly, lowering his hands. "I got the guy, and Katie took off. I couldn't find her."

"What guy?" Cory questioned disbelievingly. "God, Mark, it'd be more convincing if you told me she ran into a tree!"

"I'm serious!" Mark thundered. "Jesus, don't you know me better than that?" 

He sat down at the bar, and poured himself a scotch with slightly shaking hands. "I only deal with women in sex, not violence. You know that." He cast a scornful glance at Cory. "How could you think I'd stoop to that level, with my history?"

Cory's face softened at the recollection of that one night many years ago, both blind drunk, when Mark vulnerably opened up and spilled his guts about his childhood.

"Look at my hand." Mark held up his fist, knuckles swollen, cut and bloodied. "If this was from Katie, she'd be unrecognisable. Where are you going?"

Cory was striding toward the doorway. "Where is he?" he asked angrily, turning to look at Mark.

"Easy, Romeo," Mark replied gently. "We have a problem with that. You might want to sit down."

"What? What is it?" he asked harshly, not moving.

Mark stared at the glass in his hand and inhaled deeply. "I think I might have killed him." 

He looked up at Cory, and though his handsome face was masked in confidence, Cory knew him well enough to recognise the glimmer of fear in his eyes.

Cory approached the bar and sat next to Mark, amazed. "What do you mean?" he asked slowly. "You...? He's definitely dead?"

"I'm not sure. I didn't mean to. I mean, I wanted to but..." Mark shook his head. "It gets worse."

"How?" demanded Cory.

Mark watched Cory carefully for his reaction. "The guy was a cop."

"Fuck."

"A pretty fucking dirty cop," Mark said disgustedly, tossing back his glass in one gulp. "That guy definitely wasn't on a policeman's salary."

"I wonder who he was to Katie," Cory pondered.

"Well, I take it you haven't spoken to her about it, since you assumed I was her attacker," Mark observed dryly. "From what I saw and heard, I doubt he meant anything to her, besides misery." 

He went to pour himself another glass, but set the bottle down, thinking better of it. 

"Is Katie ok?" Mark disinterestedly peered into his empty glass, but Cory knew he wasn't as indifferent as he was making out. "Our bet still stands, you know."

"You've got to be joking."

"I know I was a dick before, but I really thought she'd be into it. I'll apologise, and it's true. I really am sorry."

Cory held up a hand. "Stop, Mark. Think. You've assaulted a girl, possibly killed a guy, and now we're talking bets?" 

He stood wearily. "Let's go and see what you've done. Thank God the ranch is out of business right now."

"Where's Katie? Is she ok?" Mark asked again, standing with him.

"She's passed out, and I don't blame her. I bandaged her feet, cleaned the scratches on her arms, legs, and face, but I left everything else. I'm sure she'll take care of the rest when she comes to." 

Cory felt his cheeks warm guiltily, recalling how he'd brushed her hair aside and gently lowered his mouth to hers, briefly tasting her lips for the first time in a stolen kiss, before applying a cold towel to her bruised cheek. He'd been tempted to open the robe, see her naked. But he'd clenched his teeth, fought his desire, and covered her in the blanket, quickly leaving before he changed his mind.

Although it was the only reasonable explanation at the time, Cory really struggled to believe that Mark could commit such unprovoked violence on a woman. He was excessively relieved that he'd given Mark a chance to explain himself, because when he'd seen the bite mark on Katie's neck he'd almost overturned the bedside table in a rage.

Mark gingerly pressed his fingers the side of his head where Katie had slugged him, and the top of his cheekbone where Cory's punch had landed. "Two hits in one night, geesh."

"You deserved both of them. Come on," Cory sighed, standing. "Where did you leave him? What exactly happened out there?"

"I moved his car first, I didn't like the idea of the road being blocked," Mark answered grimly. "But on the way back I heard her scream, and I just reached them as they were leaving the woods. Then after that I... I left him on the road, and I looked for Katie. When I couldn't find her, I went through the vehicle and found out who he was."

"Shit," Cory swore. "We're in a heap of shit." He looked at Mark from the corner of his eye, "But I'm glad you stopped him. I really hope you haven't killed him, though."

They walked through the doorway towards the front entrance. The light from the lobby poured into the darkened ground floor area, illuminating their path to the exit. 

Leaving the ranch, the sound of their heavy footsteps cut through the quiet as they retraced the path Katie had taken across the gravelled area toward the dirt road.

After a long while, Mark stopped, grabbing Cory's arm. "Wait!" he said sharply. "Somethings wrong."

'What?" Cory asked, narrowing his eyes at him in confusion.

Mark looked up and down the road, then at Cory, with a startled look in his blue eyes.

"We... we've passed the point. I mean, where I left him. I'm positive."

Cory watched him closely, "Are you sure? Are you absolutely certain?"

Mark nodded vigorously.

Cory looked frowningly down at his shoes for a few long seconds. "So...I guess this is good news and bad news?" Not waiting for an answer, he brushed past Mark, back towards the ranch.

Mark half-jogged to catch up to him "What now?"

"Now, we check that Katie is ok," Cory answered firmly. "He can't get into the property, but I want to be sure."

"The guy probably has a gun. How far are we going to take this, with a girl we've just met?"

Cory glanced back at him, not slowing his pace. "With that nut on the loose? We're involved already, thanks to your uncontrolled hormones. It's not like we don't have our own weapons if he wants to play Wild West. What do you think we should do?"

"I don't know. Look, I don't want her to leave either," Mark confessed, "but it's probably for the wrong reasons. I don't want that bastard to get his hands on her, but it's hard being around her without putting hands on her myself." 

"What are your thoughts on this guy?" Cory asked. After all the years they'd known each other, Cory had learned to implicitly trust Mark's aptitude in character judgement.

Mark's face darkened, and he shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked, considering his answer. 

"My instincts tell me that this guy isn't the type to just admit defeat and retreat. And he's in no position to call his buddies in blue - that wouldn't be in his best interests at all, because not only has he done the wrong thing, it'll wreck his future plans. 

"I don't know how to explain it, but I saw it in the guy's eyes - he's obsessive, a violent control freak. I left him in a pretty bad state, but I doubt he's going to leave without Katie. He'll either get what he wants or he'll get revenge, even if it kills him."

"So what would you suggest?" Cory inquired.

Mark exhaled heavily. "Katie obviously knows what he is, which explains why she ran instead of phoning the police. She's scared. We can keep her here, protect her. If she'll let us, after what I did," he smiled grimly. "But she'll have to come clean, tell us everything there is to know about this guy. When you go into battle for anything in life, it's important to know what you're up against." 

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Katie moaned as she slowly woke, feeling strangely both comfortable and sore. As her eyes blinked open, she tried to focus on her surroundings. She was looking up at a flawless ceiling, her head cushioned on a pillow, her aching body enveloped in an incredibly soft bed. 

Sitting up, she squinted around the room trying to focus in the dark. It was quite large, with a bedside table, a tall, wide, window with the curtain's drawn. A floor to ceiling mirror, an ornate cupboard and chest of drawers. She couldn't see into the darker corners of the room, but could vaguely make out the outline of a large armchair. Where was she?

"Don't panic," a male voice quietly spoke to her from the armchair. Leaning to the side, he clicked on a corner lamp and Katie gasped as she recognised Cory's large frame in it, watching her.

"W-What..." she breathed, not knowing what was happening.

"Nothing weird. I was just keeping an eye on you, in case your friend tries to pay you a visit," Cory murmured raising an eyebrow. "You didn't mention at dinner you were expecting company."

"Oh," she gasped, remembering everything. "Was- was that you who...? No..." she shook her head, remembering Cory had found her on horseback. "It wasn't you, who was it?"

"The person who interrupted your boyfriend? That was Mark," Cory confirmed, watching her reaction. "And I know he owes you quite an apology."

"He's not my boyfriend," she stated firmly, frowning at the prospect.

"Then who is he?" Cory leaned forward in his chair, unable to conceal his interest.

Katie made a hopeless gesture. "I...I don't like to talk about it. It's not to my credit."

Cory stood and approached the bed, sitting on the edge of it.

"You should know that he's gone, but he'll probably be back," he informed her. "Mark wasn't himself at the time, and left the keys in the ignition when he moved the car. So we know for now he's off the land. 

"We have a lot to talk about," he continued, with a thin smile. "But it can wait till morning. Details aside, I'd like to propose that you stay here until we sort this mess out, given you're afraid of the police."

Cory smiled sympathetically as her eyes widened in surprise. "Yes, we figured that out. Well, Mark did. So for now, you should stay here."

As she opened her mouth to object, Cory cut her off with an angry sigh. 

"Mark will be on his best behaviour, he won't touch you unless you wish it. The same goes for me," he added wryly. "One of Mark's greatest flaws is arrogance. He was cocky, confident that you'd succumb to his charms. And even if you did, it's no excuse for what happened. But I'll let him tell you himself."

Cory gave a small shrug of his broad shoulders. "He...he's an asshole, but he's not a bad guy. Not like the one who's after you."

"Are you going to stay here all night?" Katie asked mildly, and he couldn't tell whether her green eyes were protesting or curious.

"No," he replied flatly. "I just wanted to wait until you woke, and let you know you're in safe hands."

Katie didn't know what had gotten into her, but Cory actually did make her feel safe. Reaching forward, she tentatively laid her hand on his. 

"I don't want to be alone," she murmured, dropping her eyes as a tell-tale blush crept across her cheeks.

Cory took a deep, shaky breath, trying to halt the flow of X-rated thoughts that accompanied her words. Knowing the girl was terrified, he couldn't help visualising her plea for company in the light of a sexual proposal.

Katie watched as he suddenly sat up straight, his body tensing. Had she said something wrong?

"I have to leave," he said heavily, and stood up awkwardly.

Katie was confused. There was no disapproval in his light eyes, but his fists were clenched by his sides, and he spoke as though the words had hurt him when he uttered them.

"Did I do something wrong?" she ventured, voicing her thoughts.

He shook his head, but his jaw had tightened.

"What then?" she queried, now knowing she had nothing to fear from Cory.

"Nothing. I can't stay," Cory insisted, but he didn't move. He couldn't take his eyes from her. 

The lamp cast the room in a mix of light and shadow, accentuating the dip between her breasts where the robe slightly parted, the perfect angle of her cheekbones, her soft, tussled hair, the medieval green in her eyes. A hundred years ago she'd probably have been burned at the stake for being so unnaturally beautiful. The cut on her lip and the bruising on her face didn't take away any of her charm. If anything, her vulnerability made him want to kiss her even more, which he didn't think possible. 

"Why not?" she pressed curiously, innocently tilting her head at him.

'Get out of there!' A voice in his mind warned, as the blood rapidly left his head and moved to his lower body.

He snapped his eyes shut and turned away. "If I stay, I can't just keep you company. That's why." Not waiting for a reply, he strode from the room.

A few seconds later Katie heard her suite door slam shut. "Oh," she breathed, comprehending.

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Almost 40 minutes passed, and Katie couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about Cory. Over and over, her mind replayed their conversation, what he'd said about Mark.

'He won't touch you unless you wish it. The same goes for me...'

So, he'd felt the same way. She saw how he'd looked at her during dinner, but it was all speculation, intuition and innuendo, he'd never actually done anything inappropriate, like Mark had.

Katie eased out of the comfort of her soft bed, suppressing the army of second-thoughts that attacked her spontaneous resolve. Feeling the pain in her steps, for a bewildered moment she looked down at her bandaged feet. The cuts and scratches on her arms and legs were superficial, but had been cleaned, and some kind of ointment glistened around the sore areas. 

She dropped the tarnished robe to the floor and opened the cupboard, again slipping into the black dress. 

When she stepped out into the bright hallway, she again glanced left and right, remembering how she'd done the same only hours ago. In the elevator, heart racing at her reckless behaviour, she selected two floors up.

It chimed, and she walked into a short, wider hallway. The carpet was elaborately patterned, though her feet were bandaged, she could feel its soft texture. There were only two apartments on this level, and she walked along the hall until she stood before two bronze-coloured doors. Katie felt like a protagonist in a novel, encountering a number of obstacles and tough decisions on the journey to a fateful destination.

Left or right? Or should she turn back, before she made a terrible mistake?

Katie stood staring between the two doors for a full five minutes. Even though she had forgiven him, she didn't want to see Mark. She was well aware that if it weren't for Mark, she'd be in Dom's car at that moment being subjected to God knows what, but she wasn't ready to face hm yet, not after what had happened.

For the hundredth time, she asked herself the question - left, or right? If she knocked on Mark's door, she knew it'd be unpleasant. Even though he might not pounce like he did earlier, he'd mockingly wonder why she was there. Perhaps she'd be asking for it. In a way she was... but not from him.

Swallowing her pride and trepidation, she gave herself a little shake and pressed the bell on the left door.

From within, she dimly heard the chime sound throughout the inside of the suite. Part of her would be relieved if no one answered, but within ten seconds the door swung open, and she stared up at Cory's worried countenance as he looked around the hall, then down at her, confused. 

She smelled the fresh scent of soap and skin, he had obviously just showered. He was dressing in nothing but trousers. Katie gaped at his smooth, muscled chest, feeling the blood begin to pound in her head at the sight of him, half-naked. 

"What's happened? Has Mark-" he began heatedly.

"No." Katie shook her head. "I just...I just thought...I...I..." she watched, speechless, her emerald eyes widening as his expression quickly morphed in front of her like magic, from concern to desire.

"I don't understand," he said sharply, pulling himself together with an effort, his face pinched with frustration. "what are you doing here?"

When she didn't answer, Cory's mind entered into a tumultuous state, and his chest expanded as his breathing quickened. After thinking about her relentlessly, he thought he was dreaming when he'd opened the door. But there she was, right in front of him, gazing up at him expectantly with those amazing eyes. How much could a man take?

Katie was meekly idle as he suddenly pulled her into his arms, and kissed her desperately, like she was his oxygen. Loving the heat of his bare skin against her, she sighed into his mouth as his hands feverishly roamed all around her body over her dress, squeezed her buttocks, slid up her waist to cup her breasts while his tongue mingled with hers. 

Cory groaned in her mouth as he brushed a thumb across her nipple, and katie felt a deep desire pool between her legs as he tightened an arm about her waist and lifted her against him, turning into the apartment and kicking the suite door shut behind him. 

When he'd heard the doorbell ring, Cory never dreamed it could be Katie. He'd expected Mark, with news about their fugitive, wanting company, or something frivolous as was his humour. When he opened the door to see Katie staring up at him, he'd assumed the worst. It would never have occurred to him that she'd have wanted to see him for himself.

Katie barely took notice of her surroundings in Cory's embrace. Nervous and unsure as she was a few minutes ago, she didn't feel any regret as he carried her down a hallway, past a large kitchen, through the large lounge-room, down another hall into his bedroom. She imagined this was like the 'one night stand' she'd never experienced, the sudden overwhelming excitement that overrode the awkwardness of being so intimate with a man she barely knew.

He didn't toss her onto the bed as she expected, but turned and sat down upon it, pulling her into his lap. Automatically she went with his movements and crawled forward, dressed hitched about her waist, running her hands all over his toned upper body. 

Knees on either side of his thighs, she pressed her hips against his, feeling his body shudder against her in excitement. She didn't feel the cut on her lip as she returned his fierce kisses, one arm around his neck and the other gripped his bicep as she writhed against him.

Katie gasped as his clutching hands reached up between them and ripped at her dress, tearing the straps and pulling the silk downwards, exposing her perfect breasts to him for the first time. He tore his mouth from hers and lowered his lips to her chest, eager to taste her soft flesh as she tipped her head back and arched against him, feeling his erection move between her legs as she straddled him, building her own desire. 




The Ranch Ch. 02



"Katie?" he asked hoarsely, his mouth against her breast, his hot breath teasing her sensitive flesh as much as his lips and tongue, "Katie, do you want this?"

Katie's mouth dropped open and her breathing deepened as Cory's hand sensually stroked up and down her naked thigh, then slipped up under her dress and gripped one buttock, pulling her tighter against his straining erection. 

"Katie?" he urged, and she opened her eyes to look at his handsome face, overcome with desire. His breath came hard and fast as they watched each other. 

"You have to tell me now," he panted, dropping his forehead onto her chest. He then slightly raised to kiss her neck, struggling to breathe in his arousal. 

"You have to tell me now if you don't want this, because in a very short moment, I won't be able to stop. Remember, you knocked on my door, and that comes with consequences."

It wasn't a threat, but it was a warning. Unable to stop moving against him, the pressure of his cock causing incredible sensations around Katie's pussy, she continued to rock back and forth with him, imitating the motions of sex as his hands ran up and down her back, crushing her against him. Knowing she had to make a clear decision, she let out a shaky breath.

Katie was in a blur of emotions. Her body was burning from desire, the heat channeled through her veins like liquid fire. She was also extremely vulnerable, desperate to forget both the past and her fears of the future. She wanted to forget the way Dom had touched her, and the fact he was the last man to do so filled her with disgust. She felt like she needed to be cleansed, she needed Cory.

Although she didn't speak, Cory saw the answer in her glittering green eyes as she leaned forward and urgently merged her soft lips over his in an open mouthed kiss, moving her hands down between them to undo his pants.



The Ranch Ch. 03



She was still plugged when they walked into dinner. 

The young woman, who had enjoyed Colin so much, had come in after a few endless hours and released them, giving them a set of the suede outfits. Lissa laughed as she watched Colin put on the chaps. He always dressed so conservatively and his long dangling penis seemed so...so un-Colin. 

She was amazed that she could laugh, considering the pain she was in. The bottomless chaps helped, as her stinging bottom felt the cool air. She wished she could lean back and hold it against the tile wall for a while. 

She turned and looked at her backside in the mirror. The two red welts formed an arching X at the top of her ass crack, heavier as they slanted down to her hips. The round black base of the plug protruding from her anus made the throbbing sensation even stronger when she saw it. 

Colin offered his arm, and she was grateful for the support as they walked to the dining room. 

They were seated at Thomas and Suyen's table, Lissa sitting awkwardly to avoid putting weight on her tender flesh. When the meal was over and the tables cleared, Suyen signaled Lissa to stand. "Our Lissa is a little sore but perhaps you all might like to take a closer look." She unbuckled the chaps, and pulled them away, the better to show the welts. The others came forward and a few stroked the pink and red flesh as Lissa bent, her back turned to them. The emotions that raged inside her surprised and shamed her. She was aroused and confused at the same time, but the dominant sensation was pride. This was something she had never had admiration and approval. People praising her. 

"You're very brave." Charlie rubbed her cheek affectionately, all trace of his early brutality gone. 

"Excellent stripes." Thomas pronounced kissing her cheek. Lissa was almost purring with happiness. At the Ranch you might suffer, but you were rewarded with affection and admiration. She had always thought that punishment was followed by icy neglect, if not by worse punishment. She noticed Colin watching her, an odd expression on his handsome face. 

"Did you enjoy seeing that?" Suyen asked Colin.

"NO!" Then he ducked his head, blushing as deeply as his wife does. "It was...I can't explain."

"It was in part your fantasy. Perhaps Lissa would enjoy seeing 

you live out an old fantasy."

Colin started to stand, unnerved at the change in Suyen's tone, but he was already in the strong hands of two cowboys. They threw him down onto a bench and pulled his hands down behind his back under the thick slab of wood. They were cuffed and a wide strap was buckled around his chest, pinning his shoulders. 

Suyen leaned toward Lissa and he heard her whisper. "A prison fantasy - rape."

Josh, the slim young man with the crew cut came forward and knelt at Colin's side. "Don't fight. They'll go easy if you don't fight." He fitted a blindfold over Colin's eyes. 

One of the men grabbed Colin's legs and started to lift them, only to be pushed away with a foot to his chest. Prison? Rape? Colin struck out even though he knew it would make thing worse. 

He heard cruel laughter and someone said, "It's gonna be the hard way."

Two sets of powerful hands grabbed his ankles and lifted. His legs were doubled back over his chest. He heard a voice that had to be Gable. "Hold him." 

Damn, he hoped he wouldn't shame Lissa, and wimp out. His insides rolled and he tried not to shake. The first blow came on the backs of his legs and a hiss of pain escaped from between his teeth. A heavy strap fell three more times, then that voice. "Hold him." His legs were forced even lower and he felt the intense pressure of a prick forcing its way into his ass. They had lubricated it but the pain and ignominy of his position made him cry out, as the strap hadn't. It sank deeper than he thought possible, then withdrew slowly. Flashes of light sparked behind his eyelids as the rock solid rod shoved through viscera deep within him. Moans of pain became sighs of happiness as pleasure gradually replaced the anguish.

Someone else squeezed in and placed a hard dick to his tightly closed mouth. The men holding him spread his legs wider and the bizarre sensation made him gasp, letting the enormous prick slip between his teeth. When the man fucking him came an even larger shaft replaced him, making tears spring to Colin's eyes. Hands began to roughly masturbate him and the feeling was too much. A keening sound forced its way from around the prick in his mouth and his whole body shook with the force of his orgasm. Still they didn't stop. 

This was his fantasy. Even as the prick spurted into his mouth and he tasted for the first time the hot salty broth of cum, he knew. My fantasy. He had been jealous when they had pummeled his helpless wife. The rape - it was for him - the multiple rape. 

A callused palm slapped his jaw and another huge hardness pushed into his mouth, as the reaming of his ass continued. He had never felt such pain and yet his prick was rising, thorny hands catching it and pumping brutally. He had come twice today and didn't think it possible until he felt the spasms tear through him again, as if every muscle in his body clenched at once. 

After that, he was only vaguely aware as the others filled him with cum, in a painful haze of pounding, ass cleaving manhood. When the men lowered his legs and released him, he was unable to move.

He lay helplessly on the bench, his feet on the floor, his hands still bound, his eyes still covered. He should have been ashamed to be seen by the others, with sticky cum pooling under his ass and dripping down his face. Colin drew a shaky breath that sounded very much like a sob. 

He loved it. It terrified him how much he loved it. One by one the others came forward and praised him, kissing him and stroking his hair. When the blindfold was removed only Lissa was there, releasing his hands and holding him as he wept silently. 

He felt so...distorted. As if he had been taken apart and put back together, with missing pieces returned to the correct place. They returned to their room and slept for twelve hours, curled in each other's arms.

The next day was quiet, only interrupted by Gable, who came to 'plug' Lissa again. He had her lay across Colin's lap, and had her husband hold her cheeks apart as he slipped the plug in place and inflated it. When she gasped he bent and kissed the welts then leaned forward and kissed Colin. His tongue warred with the younger man's, as the girl lay content, happily crushed between them. 

The two men were so different. Colin was sleek and beautiful, his body smooth, his prick velvety and thick. 

Gable was thickly muscled, with ropy veins marking the swarthy skin of his upper body, and his long knobby penis. Scars marked his cheek and chest, adding mystery to his silent, brutal appeal. He seemed reluctant to leave, but when they invited him to stay he quickly made excuses and skittishly - almost bashfully hurried out.

After Gable left, she asked her husband quizzically. "I wonder why they don't plug you?" Looking over her shoulder she studied the ugly black device in the mirror. 

"I was well plugged as a little boy, in boarding school. All of the older boys buggered me until I could barely walk. Strange...I had blocked that out. Even when Thomas took me that first night I didn't remember. They never dared to force oral sex, afraid I would bite I guess. I was taken out of the school by my father, and he told me to forget what happened, that it was shameful and evil."

"My stepfather would beat me twice a week on the bare bottom." Lissa seemed to decide something. She turned her earnest blue eyes on him as if begging for understanding. "When I got older he used a heavy belt. I would lie across his lap and feel his erection rubbing my belly."

"Your mother..."

"Was drunk or stoned. She would never argue with the judge. No one would." She seemed angry and paced the floor. "Even when I went to school, he made me come home on weekends. He would quiz me about boys, and whip me to 'purify' me. He would check my virginity and cleanse me of my sins. Eventually... I learned to find a kind of pleasure in his abuse, and after he died, I couldn't find it any other way. I tried to get counseling. Shrinks, ministers, no one could help."

"Cleanse?" Colin asked frowning as if he really didn't want to hear the answer.

"Repeated colonics...enemas...before and after the whipping 

Colin flinched and set his jaw. It was one thing for the adults at the Ranch to test limits. But to force someone...a child...to take part in such things. He stroked her cheek and said quietly, "I seems we both had 'interesting' childhood's."

"To say the least." Amazingly, she smiled as they strolled out to the dining room.

They walked in, dressed in their chaps and vests, and joined the others, enjoying a lively dinner conversation. A new guest had arrived, a short plump woman with salt and pepper hair and bright gray eyes. Lissa recognized her as a popular commentator on the news channel. She was delightful and everyone listened as Cara told comical anecdotes about Washington for hours. 

She asked Lissa to stand and admired her stripes, commending her courage and wiggling the plug. Lissa forced herself to stand still, fighting to conceal her discomfort with other women. Cara slipped her fingers inside of her, and stroked as Lissa opened her legs slightly and rubbed herself on the small hand. 

"Dry as a bone." Cara laughed and turned to Suyen, stepping away from Lissa. "She really is a 'mans woman' isn't she?"

"If I was a man, I'd be gay." Lissa joined in the relaxed conversation, relieved that she had done nothing wrong. "But if you want to...I'll try anything."

"It is one virginity your handsome husband can't have, isn't it." Cara smiled. "We'll just have to think of some way to introduce you to it. I am furious to have missed that first night. My God, a VIRGIN!"

Lissa looked down at the small woman, and blushed. Cara wore a skirt made of the soft suede with a vest tied shut over full breasts. Feeling exposed in the chaps, she sat back down next to Colin. 

"Shall we welcome back Cara?" Thomas put his arm around the woman's shoulders. Lissa soon discovered that the skirt was simply two pieces of suede sewn to a waistband that overlapped in back and front. The material was thrown aside and Cara was pushed down onto Charlie's prick. As she sat on his lap Suyen knelt between her thighs and nibbled at her pussy. 

Before the evening was over the little woman had been with everyone, including Colin who had slammed into her pussy as she managed to swallow Gables prick entirely. Lissa herself had taken the men in her hands and guided them into the woman. 

Finally, the little woman stopped working on Gable and directed him to Lissa. He pulled Lissa face down onto the table and directed her to suck his wet prick, which she eagerly did; trying to achieve the mastery Cara had shown. His big hands stroked her back and released the plug, the relief making her whimper. She could still hear Colin fucking Cara somewhere behind her. 

Lissa felt someone slap her ass and slip their fingers inside her cunt. Then a hard prick pushed into the wet softness, and began to fuck her - hard. She gulped and gagged on Gable's prick and heard Colin shout. She wondered deliriously if it was her husband who was plowing her so endlessly, so violently. 

When Gable shot a huge amount of cum into her mouth and moved away, she turned eager to see who was fucking her. She saw Cara with a huge dildo in her hands, hammering it into Lissa as Colin pummeled her in turn. 

Suddenly uneasy, Lissa started to pull away, but was stopped by Gable. He bent over her and ran his tongue down her back, roughly parting her ass cheeks and tonguing her there until she came in spite of herself, heaving back onto Cara's fake dick. 

Lissa was amazed at the elder woman's endurance. By the end of the evening Cara had the same rubber prick up her ass, strapped tight, and she insisted that Gable give her stripes like Lissa'. 

She was lashed to the ring and lifted until her body was taut. Gable gave her one slashing strike, eliciting a shriek as she spun away. He had to have Charlie hold her steady for the second.

When he held the rod to her mouth she pulled away and spat. "I'll never do that again. Christ that hurt."

Gable looked at Lissa with a look of such admiration she blushed. She was proud that she had taken his best and come back for more. When they retired for the night, they asked him to come with them. After a glance at Thomas he agreed.

To Be Continued...



The Ranch Ch. 03



Jen was still talking to herself trying to work out how things had changed so drastically when she saw Professor Taylor enter the barn. "That man has done something to both Mary and Bob Professor! We have to call the cops! Maybe it is those tablets."

"Jen, if we call the cops what would we tell them Bob has used mind control over them? The cops will think we are the ones nuts. The tablets are more than likely nothing more than sugar tablets that these sleazy salesmen types sell all the time for a variety of ailments," he said handing Jen the glass of water, "You must be thirsty from stewing out here over your friends."

"Yeah I guess the cops would never believe us," Jen said bringing the glass to her lips and took a healthy sip. She lightly licked her lips and looked questioningly at the glass and then to the professor, "This water tastes kind of funny."

"Really? I don't know it came straight from the tap," the professor hated himself for lying to Jen and worried that she could read it on his face, but he made up his mind that if this vile man could somehow get him the object of his dreams then it would be worth it.

Jen shrugged and downed the rest of the glass. "What did you and that pig talk about? We have to get him to tell us how he did ..." her voice trailed off as her body began to feel flushed all of the sudden. She subconsciously reached up and tugged lightly on her shirt as it began to feel confining. She undid the first button of her shirt and reached her hand in to scratch but ended up lightly massage her upper chest as she closed her eyes. 

Her eyes flew open as she let the glass fall to the ground shattering. She looked to the professor with shock and horror. "You, how could you! You fucking bastard you helped him?"

"Jen, what are you talking about? What?" Professor Taylor said trying his best to act innocently as he was keenly observing the reactions of his student.

"The water you bastard! You gave me water that had those tablets in it. Straight from the tap my ass! " she said turning away from the professor as her body was quickly reacting to the tablet. Already her body was pleading with her to discard the itchy confining clothes, to feel the cool breeze on her naked skin. "I thought you were my friend," she now said more softly as her hands had already disregarded her mind and had undone the next three buttons and were quickly working on the rest as her bright pink bra came into view displaying her heaving boobs that screamed to get out.

"Jen, I had no idea! Bob gave me the water. It never occurred to me that he put them into the glass. I almost drank the water myself," he prayed that he sounded convincing as he started to become worried that she would go to the cops and he had now implicated himself in whatever bullshit Bob was doing. He went to Jen who had retreated to the back of the barn. She had by now her shirt completely unbuttoned and unbuckled her pants with a hand inside rubbing her crotch stoking the fire burning inside her.. "Jen are you okay?" the Professor asked cautiously approaching her.

All Jen could do was softly grunt as her hand slipped under her panties to her smoldering pussy and began to lightly massage her clit. Finally aware of Professor Taylor in front of her she managed to speak, "Do I look okay to you?" At seeing the professor move to her she added, "Please stay away from me!" not wanting to exacerbate her situation any further.

"Don't be silly Jen. We need to get you out of here," the professor said as he reached down and pulled Jen up to him. At the touch of his hands upon her skin, it sent pleasurable sensations done through her body and she slipped a finger into her pussy causing her to let out a moan of delight. Her eyes flashed of vulnerability when she felt the Professor's stiffening dick bump against her as he held her. 

"You did this to me," she whispered as her free hand roamed over his chest. Though the professor's body was far from muscular, he was not out of shape either. To be touching any man's body at this moment, sent another thrill through her own body. Her free hand started to tug at his shirt and once free slid her hand underneath to feel his bare skin. "How could you do this to me? To make me like them?" she asked as her fingers ran through his chest hair.

"I, I had no choice Jen. You have no idea how much I have wanted you," he said while one part of him felt the creep for forcing this upon Jen, the other part of him was already thinking of the many deviant things to have her do to him.

"Please, don't do this Harold," she whimpered as he slipped his hands inside her shirt, feeling her breasts through her bra. At the mention of his name though he removed his hands from her and stepped back.

"There is nothing I can do. You have already taken the drug. I don't even know if there is an antidote," he said moving back to her as she tried to back away from him but found herself already against the back of the barn.

She inhaled as he boldly grabbed her hand buried in her crotch and brought it to his mouth sucking her cream off each finger. She reached out with her other hand and yearningly massaged his cock through his pants. It took all her mental effort to say, "If you take me away from here right now, I am yours willingly."

"I, I can have you know," the professor said tracing his finger around the curvature of her bra.

Pushing aside the incredible urge to strip him naked and fuck him feverously like her body demanded, she managed to say in her best convincing voice, "Yes, but wouldn't you rather have me willingly than like those in the house? To have me truly want to be with you?" 

"You would want me?" the professor questioned.

She knew he was naïve and especially with women, which was in part why she took his classes as she could easily talk him out of any bad grade she might have deserved. Toying with men's emotions and minds was something Jen had been doing since puberty and now as an adult she was a master at it, and it gave her she hoped a way out of this nightmare now.

"Yes, have you not ever wondered why I chose every course you taught? I knew if I did anything, if you rejected me, that I would have been expelled," she pleaded giving the professor a sad pleading and yet innocent look that worked wonders with her boyfriend to get him to do something he would otherwise have not done. At the same time she started to massage his rigid dick with more purpose adding, "Now though I now you want me too."

"A moment ago you, you. How can I believe you?" he asked but desperately wanting to believe that this gorgeous creature wanted him as much as he wanted her. And if true what she said, he cursed himself for not realizing it sooner and subjecting them both to Bob's sick perversions. 

"Believe this," she cooed as she slipped her hand inside past his boxer shorts and started to grope his bare cock with her hand, which caused the professor to groan in pleasure, "if you don't take me away. Are you sure Bob will share? What if he makes me like the others? I will not solely be yours?"

The professor started to speak again but Jen pressed her wanton lips against his kissing him passionately. He kissed back with equal passion as his hands returned to her bra unsnapping it. The jolt of pleasure that ran through Jen as her large breasts sprung free and the feel of the professor's hands upon them was almost enough to make her organism right there on the spot. She broke off the kiss with some effort as her body felt horribly neglected and whispered in his ear, "Take me now from here. Somewhere we can be alone."

"Yes, yes of course," he said grabbing her hand and made for the car with the half naked Jen in tow. As they jumped in the car and the thought of escape real, Jen finally gave in to her body as she moved next to the professor and worked to undue his pants and pull his boxers down. "What are you doing? How can I..."

"Just drive," she demanded as she engulfed his dick with her mouth tasting the precum that had already formed. It scared Jen greatly at how she was acting and wondered if there was a cure or if she was destined to be the whore she acted like now.

As the car started backing out of the driveway, the front door of the ranchhouse flew open; a naked Bob ran out onto the porch with his slick rigid dick bobbing menacingly. Mary, who also was completely naked, trailed behind him with her nipple rings catching the light of the setting sun demanding that he come back to her bedroom and finish fucking her. Bob at seeing the car with the professor and Jen in it yelled, "Son of a bitch! I knew it! I knew it! I should never have trusted that fucking professor! What an idiot!"

He turned around and called for Jake as he pushed Mary out of the way. Pulling the bathroom door open, he found Jake pistoning his dick in Barb's ass as she was bent over the toilet with one hand on the wall to brace herself and the other pulling on one of her nipple rings. At seeing Bob seething with anger, Jake lost his concentration causing his dick to slip out just as he was cuming yet again sending ropes of cum over Barb's bare backside.

"What?" Jake demanded.

"We have trouble! That fucking dude ran off with the other girl! We need to find them both now before anyone goes to the cops!" Bob said.

"You mean Jen ran off with Professor Taylor?" Barb asked as she stood up.

"Do you know this guy?" Bob asked.

"Sure, I had him for a class last semester. I have his phone number in my planner still. Take it all, for I don't need school anymore. I have all I need right here," she finished grabbing for Jake's still hard cock. He swatted her hand away though as he went to rummage through her bags. Mary walked over to them and noticed the cum running down Barb's back and pulled Barb to her bed pushing her face down so that she could lick the cum off of her. This caused both men to momentarily forget the problem at hand instead watching in fascination as the two women were completely lost in their own world.

Shaking himself from the scene, Jake found the planner and the number inside for the professor calling out," Got it!" 

The professor was amazed that he did not get pulled over on his way home due to the blowjob Jen was giving him, causing the car at one point to completely go off the road as he exploded in her mouth. Even now, she feverously worked his cock and balls trying to seduce another load from him. He really didn't know what he was doing. Characters like Bob and Jake were not going to simply let him get away with it, and going to the cops was not an option as he had implicated himself with their plans. Looking down at the woman of his dreams sucking him, it was worth the risk he told himself as long as he didn't get Jen or himself hurt.

Getting into his apartment was another ordeal; Jen used all of her mental restraint when at the ranch to fight her body's needs and yearnings. Believing that at least for the moment she was somewhat in less danger, she relented to her body's needs. In all of her past relations she had never been the aggressor when it came to sex, now she was the instigator openly groping the professor from the car to his apartment asking him if he was going to give her a good fucking. All the professor could do was smile and turn a deep shade of red as one of his elderly neighbors stepped outside to see what the commotion was about.

Once inside, Jen was like a she devil stripping her and him of all clothes. The relief her body felt at being finally without the confines of the clothes was indescribable to her. She practically knocked the professor over as she passionately kissed him while pulling him into her as her hands roamed of his naked body dragging her nails down his back and over his ass. Moving her hands back around she took hold of the base of his rock hard dick almost purring with excitement as she slowly started to masturbate him. The only thing the professor could do was groan with enjoyment having never been with a woman who was so into him. He did his best to equal her passion as let himself be led to the couch. 

Jen fell back onto the couch and spread her legs to revel a neatly trimmed pussy as one hand ran through her mound and traced the outer lips of her pussy while the other hand was held out for the professor to take. As he grasped it she immediately pulled him to her and kissed his neck, face , and lips as his naked body fell into hers. She began to push him slowly down her body stopping to moan in pleasure as he took one of her nipples into his mouth while fondling the other. She though wanted his attention on another spot of her body as she continued to push him down until his mouth brushed against the hairs of her pussy and then her lips causing her to catch her breath. The professor used his fingers to spread her lips apart as he kissed and darted his tongue around her clit. Jen ran her hands through the professor's short hair as her body rocked back in forth in a state of euphoria while at the same time grabbing her breasts and tweaking and pulling on her nipples.

She then pulled the professor back up her body as her hands grasped his cock aiming it at her smoldering pussy. He was able to easily slip it to the hilt as her pussy was more than ready for him. Jen was thrilled with the feel of a cock in her, and she could not remember a cock ever feeling quite so fulfilling. She almost laughed at this thought as her mind could not understand it for she knew the professor's cock was not the largest she had ever encountered and nor was the professor the most experienced lover she ever had as well.

Her pussy clamped onto his dick welcoming each thrust of the rigid member into her dripping pussy. The room was filled with moans from her and groans of pleasure from him with the background noise of the sloshing that her pussy made from the pounding it was receiving. 

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Jen started to call out as her body reached the blissful state of orgasm.

However, the professor having cum already once in the car from the blow job he had received could not last for very long. He grunted one more time as he slammed his dick in as far as he could go and emptied his seed deep into her womb. "I, I love you Jen!" he managed to say before collapsing on top of her.

Jen whose pussy walls milked his cock of every last drop of cum replied, "Love has nothing to do with it Harold. I needed that!" She was somewhat disappointed as Harold stood up with his deflated dick slipping out of her pussy causing the mixture of his cum and her cream to dribble onto the couch. 

At seeing this the professor said, "Ahh man, your leaking on the couch. Go and get a towel to clean that up and call me professor. I like it when you call me professor."

Jen turned away so that the professor could not see her rolling her eyes. Standing up she went to the bathroom calling out, "Whatever you wish Harold or I mean Professor." She had not forgot what this man had done to her out at the ranch. Having just come down from having sex, her mind was now clear. She had several questions running through her head. Primary of which was why the concoction had definitely changed her appetite for sex but it had not altered her mind. This left her wondering had the drug not taken full effect yet and would she lose her mind like Barb and Mary as well at some later point. That thought made her shudder in fear.

The phone suddenly rang causing the professor to almost jump. He starred at the phone trying to figure out if he should answer or not. Looking at the receiver, his heart sank as the caller id said that it was a Mary Jones calling. He knew that was the name of Jen's boss but doubted it would be Mary on the other end. How did they find me he wondered? The phone stopped ringing and he let out a sigh of relief. However, the phone started ringing again and he knew he had to answer it.

"Hello?" 

"What the fuck do you think your doing? You fucker! I offer to bring you in and you try to double cross me!" Bob shouted on the other end.

Harold moved to the kitchen for more privacy. Whispering into the phone, "Look I am sorry, okay. I don't want any part of what you are doing out there. Jen and I will not go to the police. Leave us out of this."

"You really are stupid. Just like a book worm to have no fucking idea about real world shit! You think she loves you right? She made some promise to be yours and you fell for it didn't you! Wake up man! The drug she took only changed her body not her mind! So unless she was madly in love with you prior to taking it, she will simply find a stud and have hot passionate sex with them, not you!"

Jen hearing the phone ring a second time knew the professor had picked up the receiver as the phone rang short. With her heart pounding she crept into his bedroom to find a second receiver. Picking it up quietly she listened in on the conversation.

"She, she does love me," the professor countered though in his heart he knew the man was telling the truth and that he was a fool to have fallen for Jen's tactic.

"She is playing you. The first chance she gets she is going to call the cops and then you and I will be in a shitload of trouble! Besides the first part of the drug is not permanent, the affects wear off in about two weeks!"

Now the professor knew he was in trouble, Jen would surly go to the police, how could she not he thought. His whole career would be over and for what he asked himself. One fantastic blow job and a great fuck session? "What, what do you suggest I do? She is here now."

"What do you do? You give her the other fucking pill, the green one. Where do you live I will stop by and we will administer the drug," Bob said now laughing.

"No that won't be necessary. I have a green tablet already. What do I do mix it in a drink?"

"What! You little fucker! You stole some of my tablets!" Bob yelled and then rumbling could be heard on the phone as Bob was obviously checking to validate the professor's claims. He came back to the phone, "You did! A pink and green tablet are missing! Next time you try that shit you could find yourself face down in the nearest canal buddy!"

"Look I will give her the pill and then we are done. Understand," the professor said hoping his voice carried the authority and courage he wanted it to.

"No, you understand you stupid fuck! You stole from me and messed with my plans! You can't just walk away from this! What you don't think we are going to come after you? What are you going to do run to the police? Jake and I will simply say it was you who made the drug concoction, for after all you are the brainy one right. There is a way out of this for you and you can still keep your precious Jen to yourself."

After a momentary silence the professor said, "I am listening."

"The way I see it you give Jen the green pill and she is yours forever. Then as you are a professor on a college loaded with hot babes, you pick from the cream of the crop and give them the pills to come and work on the ranch. That way I get rich and you get your dream girl without worrying about me coming after you. Trust me when I say that is the only deal I am offering you."

"Fine, I will do it," he said. Jen's heart sank as she knew now that professor truly sold her out. 

"Come out to the ranch tomorrow and we will go over how this will all work."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes, you fucker tomorrow. I am not going to just sit on this gold mine. Bring the girl as well."

"Why do I need to bring Jen?"

"Cause I am in charge that is why!" Then the phone went dead. 

Jen carefully sat the receiver back down and grabbed a towel to clean up the couch. She cautiously stepped back into the living room looking for the professor; spotting him in the kitchen with both of his hands on the kitchen counter looking at the tablets. At hearing her reenter the room he looked up pushing the tablets back in his pants pocket calling out, "Want some coffee?"




The Ranch Ch. 03



"Sure, sounds great. I'm really sorry about the couch Professor. Next time we will have to do it in the bedroom as it will be an easier clean up," she said cheerfully and hated the fact that her body actually seemed to rejoice at the thought of more sex with this man. While cleaning up the couch, she carefully peered back into the kitchen to see the professor plop the green tablet into one of the mugs, she immediately turned her head back to the task at hand and tried to think of what she could do. Fighting this man was not an option for her body was already recovering from the last fuck and was looking forward to the next.

The professor came back into the living room carrying the two mugs of coffee, handing her one and him taking the other saying, "I didn't know how you take your coffee so I did even amounts of cream and sugar, so drink up."

She took the mug and looked at the deadly brew, when an idea hit her. Sitting down next to the professor on the couch, she let her free hand start to lightly tickle the professor's thigh, "You know professor you really should cover up, or how else can I possibly resist your body?" Her hand with each tickle made it closer to his crotch as his dick began to stiffen with the anticipation of what was to come. She brought the mug to her lips as the professor eyed her carefully, but just as he expected her to take a sip he felt her hand snake around his dick and begin to fondle it. Looking down and groaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he had now cum twice already in the day, he closed his eyes letting himself imagine how joyful life would be to have this woman every day of his life.

Jen seeing him close his eyes sat her mug down and leaned down to his crotch lightly kissing his thigh moving towards his dick, while her other hand lightly scratched across his abdomen. Traveling across his chest, her hand moved to his arm going back down to his hand holding the mug. She took hold of the mug and started to take it out of his hand.

"Umm, don't you think we could finish our coffee before starting again?"

Looking up from his crotch with true lust in her eyes she said, "Coffee can wait but my body cannot." She then took the mug and sat it on the coffee table next to hers as she moved back and devoured his cock into her mouth. 

"Oh you little vixen," the professor said but somewhat worried that the coffee would get cold and then what would he do. He quickly though forgot all about the coffee as Jen began to gently suck on each of his balls while her hand worked up and down his shaft at a quick pace. She then brought her mouth back to his dick licking the tip of its mushroom head before deep throating the dick with ease. After the fifth bob of her head, he exploded for a third time. Jen could not believe how fantastic his cum tasted as she had prior to this ordeal hated the taste of cum and wondered if that too would ware off after two weeks.

Sitting back up, she grabbed his coffee while deftly turning the handle of her mug making it look like it was his mug that he had sat down. Opening his eyes he saw Jen take a sip of his coffee and his heart rejoiced that finally she was his completely. He picked up what he thought was his own mug and said, "To happier times my dear," and took a hearty sip of his coffee. He looked at the mug for a second wondering why it tasted so good and then took another hearty sip. Recognition started to dawn on him for a brief second as he looked questioningly at Jen, but just as quickly as recognition showed on his face it was replaced by a blank stare.

Jen at seeing this spit out her coffee for it tasted horrific and guessed it had something with the drug she had taken as she loved coffee. Looking at the professor she said, "Drink up my dear," and then went to the kitchen to toss hers out while the professor obediently finished his. She came back to the couch and sat down looking at the professor. 

"So what now? You will do anything I say?" she asked more to herself but was surprised when the professor responded.

"I will do anything you ask of me Jen, I love you."

"Well Harold," she started determining to use his first name going forward as a way to remind him and her who was in charge. She also decided that the professor needed to call her something other than just Jen now as payback, so she said, "Call me Mistress Jen."

"Yes, Mistress Jen," he responded which sent a shiver down Jen's spine in delight.

"Now we have till tomorrow to figure out what to do about Bob and Jake and I want to know more about these tablets, but first my body needs some attention Harold and this time fuck making a mess on your couch," she said as she laid back on the couch and motioned with her finger for Harold to come over and attend to her body.

They fell asleep on the couch with his dick still buried in her pussy both exhausted from their love making. The morning found them with Jen on all fours and the professor taking her up the ass. Jen could not believe how wonderful the sensation of having a dick in her ass felt. One of her boyfriends had tried it with her before, but she put a quick end to it for it felt so wrong. Now though she thought she would have a hard time not being taken in the ass. She reached back underneath herself to diddle her clit to add an additional sensation and screamed out in ecstasy as she orgasmed as her pussy flooded and leaked onto the couch to create another stain.

Jen sat up and turned around to the professor, "So Harold, what do you know about these pills?"

"Not much Mistress Jen, but we can send it out to a lab for a work up. It will take some time. I also know that Bob believes the pink ones affects last about two weeks."

"And what about the green tablet?"

"Bob implied that it was more permanent in nature," he said. In his mind, this was all perfectly naturally to be answering Jen's questions and doing anything to please her. He could not imagine doing anything else than what she asked of him.

"Okay, get dressed Harold. It is time we go back to the ranch. I will tell you what I want you to do on the way there," she said feeling confident that her plan would work and she would save Barb and Mary as well as get back at Bob and Jake.

As they pulled into the driveway of the ranch, Jen made Harold go over one last time his instructions to tell Bob and Jake that she had taken the green tablet and she was under his control. He was to order his mistress around and find a way to slip green tablets into the beers the men were drinking and thus Jen would have them under her control. Getting out of the car, Bob stepped out onto the porch wearing a loose pair of sweat pants and grinning widely seeing the professor and a naked Jen walking towards him.

"Well done Professor! I knew you could do it!" he said shaking the professor's hand and slapping him on the back as the professor stepped onto the porch. He then brazenly went up to Jen and started to fondle each of her breasts exclaiming that they were bigger than either of the other two women and leaned down kissing each one. 

Jen mind was disgusted not only by this man touching her but disgusted with herself as well as her body loved the attention. 

"Go on in and grab yourself a beer Professor. You deserve it. We will talk in a few minutes, but I need to sample the goods at least once. You don't mind do you?"

Jen cursed herself for not prepping the professor's answer for this, so she was not surprised that given she told him to go along with whatever Bob suggested while he secretly enacted her plan said sure. Bob guided her body to turn around and bend over the porch railing. She could not believe that Bob was going to take her right out in the open on the front porch. While the ranch was remote, anyone driving down the country road would clearly see what was about to happen on the porch. Even thinking this, she could not help but to wiggle her ass as Bob had dropped his pants and his dick was already poking her from behind. "Now to complete the tri fecta," he whispered as he guided his dick to her anus hole. As she felt it pushing in, she lowered her butt and spreading her legs to allow him better access to her ass. He grabbed her should for support as he started working his dick in and out causing her to moan in pleasure.

The front door opened again but neither turned around to see who it was as they were too involved in fucking each other. However the answer was reveled when Jen heard Jake's unmistakable voice.

"Well, well what do we have going on out here?" Jake said.

"Just enjoying the fresh air and this fresh pussy," Bob joked. Jen thought it was a terrible joke but could not help rocking back on his cock in sync with his own hip thrusts.

"Mind if I cut in?" Jake asked.

"Hell yes I mind! Use one of the other girls? Or better yet, keep an eye on that fucking Professor. We will be opening the place up tonight and I am not going to let that guy ruin my plans anymore than what he already has!" Bob demanded.

"I already have had them both and the Professor is an idiot. We just need to check him before we let him leave. I have an idea of how we can share Jen right now though. Turn her around and Jen I want you to thrust your pelvis out as much as possible while wrapping your arms around Bob's neck." Jake said as he quickly discarded his clothes. 

Jen was not really sure what Jake had in mind, but knew it could not be good given how sick and twisted he was. Her body shuddered as Jake moved next to hers. She did as she was told and wrapped her hands behind Bob's neck as she pushed out her pelvis and quickly realized why Jake had told her to do so as Jake stroked his cock a couple of times before positioning it at the opening of her wet slit and then began to push it in. 'Oh God! I am going to be fucked by two dicks!'  she thought.

"Damn Jake, you are a sick fuck! I love it," hollered Bob as with Jen's weight now be supported by both Jake and Bob, they could now easily pounding the girl sandwiched between them.

The fear of being fucked by two men quickly ebbed away as the thrill of two stiff cocks pumping into her brought her to new heights of pleasure. She could not help but scream out, "Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me!" Jens could not believe the words spilling out of her mouth. Nor the adoration she showed Jake when he grabbed one of her breasts roughly and brought it to his mouth to suckle from. Her two cavities worked to accept the double penetration as she let her plan and her mind take a backseat to her body's enjoyments. She thought what she must look like to someone driving down the road. They would surely think her a whore. This thought drove her even harder on the penetration. She went over the edge and climaxed just as both men came inside of her. The feel of their dicks pulsing in her sent yet another thrill through her body. 

Both men eased out of them as she wrapped her arms around Jake as Bob slid his dick out of her ass. She could not help but be turned on by Jake's hard body and nuzzled her head into his neck. She racked her fingers across his muscled chest. Jake just laughed and asked if she would like another go around later, which Jen was only able to nod. Still unsteady for the heavy fucking she just received, she leaned on Jake for support as they led her into the house. Inside she saw Barb and Mary taking turns sucking on the professor's cock. 

"Hell Professor looks like you also are getting to sample the goods," laughed Bob.

"Yes I could not resist," the professor said but only made eye contact with Jen who weakly nodded. The professor then picked up the bottles of beer and offered them to the men. Leaving Jen's side, she was able to move to the large sofa chair and collapse into it. Waiting for the blessed moment that she hoped was only seconds away. 

Jen would have jumped up if she had the energy when she felt female hands upon her thighs. She opened her eyes and looked down to see her former boss Mary kneel in front of her and begin to kiss her pussy and then start to lap at the cum oozing out of her cunt. She then was rolled over so that Barb could lap the cum coming out of her other hole. While her mind was disgusted by this act her friend was doing, her body loved it. She even surprised herself to find one of her hands lovingly running through Mary's hair and urging her on by telling Mary how good it felt as the woman had slipped underneath Jen to continue lapping at her pussy.

The three men looked at the scene unfolding with fascination and stiffening dicks. Each had taken a beer offered to them and the professor raised his beer and proposed a toast to their arrangement which all tipped their beers and drank. 

Bob turned to the professor and said, "Now about that arrangement..." he stopped short and looked at him oddly for a moment and then back to Jen and managed to get out, "You..." and that was the last free thought Bob would ever have. As for Jake, he never had any idea that he had been double crossed as he was not known to be the brains of the operation but rather the intended muscle.

Cumming again from her friends attentions, Jen's head was able to clear once again as she stood up and moved to the men. "Yes, me asshole! You sick son of a bitch!"

"Yes Jen," was all Bob could say. 

She had began to like how Harold referred to her as Mistress Jen, so she now instructed Bob and Jake to do the same and refer to her as, 'Mistress Jen.'

Which both men obediently replied, "Yes Mistress Jen."

Before she had a chance to begin to ask the many questions running through her head, there was a loud knock at the front door which only caused Jen to flinch. Seeing how she and the other girls were naked, she told Harold to answer the door. As he opened the door, five rowdy college football players barged in looking about and chattering loudly with one giving a jib to another's ribs at seeing the girls standing and sitting about the room naked. The biggest of the men, stepped forward and asked who was in charge around the ranch. 

Harold simply replied, "Mistress Jen," pointing at Jen.

The big man turned around and grinned, "So you are in charge around here, Mistress Jen?"

"Yes, how can I help you?" she went along with the man's misunderstanding figuring it would be difficult to explain anyway.

"You and your ladies can help me and my friends by giving us a good time," he said laughing as the men started to move towards the girls.

"Wait!" shouted Jen appalled at what the man was suggesting but already felt her body pleading with her to give in, "You can't just come in and expect us to give you sex."

"Yeah I do. What is going on? I spoke with that guy," pointing at Jake, "at the campus today and he told me that there would be three hot babes that me and my friends could have all night for a thousand dollars each." At that he slapped the three thousand dollars onto the table.

Jen looked painfully at the money and thought about how much she needed money being a student and then how her body yearned for the attention.

"So what is going to be Mistress Jen, we partying or what," the man asked.

She turned to see Barb already had her hand in one man's pants snaking out his cock and Mary was leading two other men to her bedroom. Sighing she said, "What the hell. Yes, we are partying." Her body purred as she felt the man wrap his muscular arms around her. As he picked her up and carried her to the couch, she called out to her men, "Bob clean this shit hole up, Jake get to the ranch chores and Harold move the cars to the back." 

"Damn Mistress Jen," said the college player as he started to remove his shirt, "You run a whore house and a ranch. I thought good help was hard to find." 

"Yes you would think that," Jen replied as she started to unbuckle the man's pants.



The Ranch Ch. 03



Cory tilted his head back and closed his eyes in anticipation as Katie eagerly fumbled with his trousers. Just as she got one hand down his pants and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock, they both froze as a chime gently sounded throughout the apartment. Someone was at the door.

"Fuck!" Cory hissed, in an infuriated whisper. He met Katie's stunned eyes and leaned forward to brush his lips across hers. 

"I have to get this," he groaned reluctantly, easing her off his lap and onto the bed. "Don't go anywhere," he smiled down at her, eyes gleaming with wicked promise. He re-fastened his pants, quickly leaving the bedroom as the doorbell chimed a second time.

"I'm coming!" Katie heard Cory's deep voice, sharpened with irritability, as he headed for the door.

Cory impatiently swung the door open and Mark leaned against its wide frame. He was disheveled, a little drunk, still wearing what he had on at dinner.

"Watcha doing?" he asked, drumming his fingers along the doorway.

"Sleeping," Cory snapped. "It's the middle of the night."

"Yeaaaah..." Mark's blue eyes fixed on the door's bronzed pattern and he traced a finger along it. "Did you talk to Katie?"

"Yep," Cory nodded impatiently. "I explained the situation to her. I'll update you in the morning." 

As he went to shut the door Mark put his arm across it, pushing it wide. "I'm not tired. Wanna play cards?" 

"Nope." Cory took a deep breath as he struggled not to scream his frustration and give the game away. Resting his forearm against the door-frame, he leaned to the side. "Mark, I'm exhausted. We'll talk in the morning." Rolling an eye over Mark's other hand, he added, "You should bandage that up."

"Is Katie awake? I owe her an apology," Mark shrugged off Cory's suggestion, and Cory began to feel bad as he heard the remorse in his voice.

"Now isn't the time to make amends," he said firmly. "Just...just hold off everything till the morning. Go fix your hand. Try a game of solitaire if you can't sleep. I'll beat you at pool tomorrow."

Although slightly intoxicated, Mark's perceptive eyes wandered from the door to Cory's face, scrutinising his expression. "What aren't you telling me?"

Cory let out a resigned sigh and dropped his head against his forearm with a groan.

"She's here."

"What? No!" Marks face was so ludicrously shocked, Cory would have found his expression hilarious if he wasn't so sexually frustrated.

"Yes, and you have to leave. Now."

Mark's eyes moved downwards and widened.

"Oh my God. That's some fucking hard-on!"

"Shut the fuck up. Go!" Cory ordered, pointing toward Mark's neighbouring apartment.

"Really?" Mark pressed, leaning interestedly to the side, peering past Cory into the darkened suite. "Is she really with you? And you...you're...?"

"I'll talk to you in the morning!" Cory half-shouted, and slammed the door in Mark's face, hearing his aggravating laughter on the other side.

Cory practically ran back to the bedroom. As he reached the doorway, disappointment shot through him as Katie walked toward him, holding her tattered dress up across her chest.

"Cory," she breathed, and her green eyes were bright with apology. "I thought I wanted this. I mean, I did, but I think...I think I was in shock, or something." Still clutching the dress to her with one hand, she gestured at his tall, half-naked body. "It's not you, you're really hot. It's just..."

Katie trailed off as Cory stepped into the room, firmly shutting the door behind him. 

'Fucking Mark,' he thought angrily, fantasising about strangling him with his bare hands. 

Without a word he went to Katie and gathered her into his arms. Keeping one hand on the dress, she pressed the other against his chest, trying to hold him off. Under her open palm, she felt his thundering heartbeat as he bent forward to kiss her cheek. 

"Please, I want you to stay," he murmured against her temple. 

"I...I know," Katie replied dizzily. In response to his sudden nearness, her body began to buzz with the excitement that she had fought to overcome in his short absence.

"So...stay," he said softly against her earlobe, sending shivers down her body. 

"I can't," she protested, pushing against him. "My head is a mess. I just wanted to forget. I'm sorry..."

"No," Cory's lips moved down her neck, "I'm sorry." 

Cory easily shifted her hand aside from his chest, and tugged at her dress, loosening her hold on the garment. The black material brushed over her body as it fell to the floor in a silken heap, leaving her naked. The curtains hadn't been drawn, and the moonlight poured through the large window, illuminating the both of them.

Cory raised his head from her neck and looked down at her shocked expression, heated determination in his tawny eyes. "I was upfront with you before. That was your chance. You chose to stay. And so," he pushed her onto the bed and she scooted backwards, trying to hide her nakedness, "you're going to stay."

"Cory," she trembled, "wait!" 

But he quickly moved forward and climbed onto the bed, slid his hands down her thighs, over her closed knees and drew her legs apart. A voice in his head fiercely berated him, telling him he was no better than Mark. But another, louder voice, told him that if he stopped, he might just die from his longing.

Katie gasped as he swiftly moved down her slender body, planting wet kisses here and there along the way, and buried his face between her thighs. She couldn't stop herself from bucking upwards as his hot mouth opened over her already aroused pussy, licking her most sensitive area, sending thrills right up her torso.

"Cory, don't..." she sighed, struggling for rational thought as her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Cory..."

Cory smiled into her pussy as he felt her hands slide through his short hair and her knees raise to give him wider access. Eating her out, he tilted his head upwards, watching her arch in response. Tongue still working on her, he slid both hands upwards to seize her breasts, gently squeezing and tugging on her nipples, the combination of his mouth and hands making her moan. A pained expression spread across her face from the ample stimulation, torturing her senses. 

One hand still toying with her breasts, the other moved down to rapidly work on his trousers as he slid his tongue inside her, and she jolted against him at the amazing sensation.

"Cory, please," Katie pleaded, and he lifted his head to meet her brilliant eyes, glittering at him with lust, begging him to both stop and continue.

"Yes?" Cory answered mischievously, kicking his pants and underwear from his ankles as he slowly licked her, watching her face constrict in pleasure.

"Stop, you can't," she protested weakly, dropping her head back onto the bed, embarrassed that she couldn't hide her arousal from him.

"I can," Katie heard his deep voice from between her legs, thickened with lust, "and I will." He kissed up her body, taking turns with each breast in his mouth, gently licking and sucking the perfectly soft peaks.

"Oh, God," she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut and arching as he kissed all around her chest. His large hands gently trailed along her hips and up her small waistline, and he positioned himself over her, prodding around her wet entrance with his cock.

Unable to control her rapid breathing, she slid her hands over his smooth biceps and gripped his toned waist as he reached up and gently ran his hand over her forehead, smoothing her dark hair back from her face. Cupping one cheek, he tilted her face up and looked deeply into her wide, startled eyes, admiring their unique colour. A second later he lowered his mouth to hers, simultaneously pressing his cock forward and feeling her gasp into his mouth as he entered her.

Katie moaned around Cory's tongue, tasting her juices, and as he slid further into her tight wetness he groaned, reaching down to hook an arm under her knee so he could go deeper. Although his lips moved over hers forcefully in his passion, he pumped into her slowly, deeper with each thrust, and he felt her body shudder in ecstasy beneath him.

Katie completely forgot the name of the monster hunting her down, couldn't even recall her own last name as her world was rocked by desire, her body taken over by a pleasure she hadn't experienced in years, if ever. It was all she could do not to cry out her longing and beg Cory to fuck her. Not wanting to prove him right, she suppressed her feelings, but she couldn't suppress her heavy breathing or the light moans that slipped out. In her excitement, her hands roamed across his body, enjoying his large, muscular physique, and she didn't notice that her tongue eagerly mingled with his, occasionally searching into his mouth. As their bodies writhed against each other, both forgot everything except a mutual, primal need as they worked together towards a fast-approaching release. 

"Oh, Katie," Cory begged hoarsely into her open mouth, pulling out of their kiss and driving forward with increasing force. "Tell me you're close!"

Katie shut her eyes, embarrassed, but at the same time she lifted her pelvis to meet his thrusts, desperate to come. When she opened her eyes they immediately clashed with Cory's as he pounded her, his mouth slightly ajar with lust as he watched her face. Cory didn't need to hear her answer when he saw her beautiful green eyes widen, felt her smooth legs tighten around him, her hands slide up to grip the back of his neck.

"Oh," she gasped, closing her eyes as her head strained forward against his chest, before dropping back as the force of her orgasm coursed through her. Cory's mouth again covered hers as her body shuddered, enjoying the after-effects as he still moved inside her, stimulating her sensitive core.

The next moment he pulled out completely, scrambled up onto his knees, his mouth never leaving hers as he wrapped a fist around himself and pumped over her, the other hand kneading her breasts. Soon after she heard him sharply inhale against her mouth, and at the same time she felt his warm cum spurt all over her stomach. 

When he'd finished, he left her in a blissful daze and quickly returned with a towel, cleaning away all traces of himself, and in the moonlight his eyes vaguely registered the handprint on her thigh. When he'd wiped her down, he dropped a quick kiss onto her toned stomach and went to dump the towel in the ensuite. 

As he dropped the towel into the bath, he turned and faced his naked reflection. His chest still heaved from the intensity of his orgasm, the muscles in his torso and arms seemed to have expanded as though he'd just finished a workout. His cock was still hard, and remembering her naked beneath him, he realised he could easily go again. Finally his eyes travelled back up his body and met his own in the mirror. As the circumstances of his latest encounter came back to him, the excited triumph on his face shocked him.

No longer consumed with desire, he was disgusted by his lack of self-control. When he saw the mark on her thigh, he wanted to punch something. How was he different from the guy who'd bruised her?

Striding back into the bedroom, he hurriedly climbed onto the bed beside Katie, who had slipped under the blanket and curled on her side. 

"Katie," he whispered shakily, "I'm so sorry. Katie?"

After a moments silence, which felt like an eternity to Cory, she spoke quietly, and he strained to hear her over his anxious heartbeat. 

"Hold me," she mumbled, not moving. He couldn't have heard right, probably she told him to get fucked. He hovered above her hesitantly.

"Katie?"

"I said hold me, you idiot!" she commanded on an impatient sigh, and he immediately joined her under the covers, brushing the hair back from her face, feeling her relax in the warmth of his embrace.

"I'm really sorry," he whispered anxiously into her ear. "Katie?"

"Yeah," she muttered sleepily. "You're all the same."

Cory's body stiffened unpleasantly as he absorbed the insult. Still savouring her softness against him, circling her with his arm to pull her closer, frustrated self-loathing angrily whirled about his mind. 

His thoughts cut him to the core as he pictured the hand mark on her thigh, what it meant. Did that guy rape her in the forest? What happened to her? In his uncontrollable desire, he never thought to ask. Why wouldn't she think the same of him? He hadn't hurt her, but he didn't listen to her either, after personally assuring her she was in safe hands. 

Cory had told her that he wouldn't touch her unless she wanted it, and technically he hadn't broken that vow since her body evidently wanted him, and she'd enjoyed his caresses. But he knew it didn't change the fact he'd done wrong, and he squeezed his eyes shut, pained by his own hypocrisy. 

As he heard her breathing deepen in sleep, silently he swore he'd show her that he was different. He could admit when he'd made a mistake. He'd never cared so much about what a woman thought, and for some bizarre reason that he couldn't understand, it was imperative that she thought well of him.

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The sun slowly but steadily rose above the land, and Mark, dressed in jeans and a warm jumper, sat out on the ledge watching it, absently drawing on a cigar. He'd always loved to watch the sky change colour as it ended an old day or started anew. It was something he and his mother often used to do together, particularly after a sleepless evening of terror and abuse. She used the sunrise to comfort him, tell him that the new day was fresh, clean from nightmares of the previous, and somehow ever since, even in adulthood, watching it filled Mark with a sense of calm.

The glass doors were left open and Katie stood in the doorway, silently watching him. His back wasn't to her so she could see his handsome profile against the skyline. Now he was alone, not putting on a show of confident bravado for anyone, and the difference in his expression was remarkable. Dark hair charmingly ruffled, his blue eyes soulfully skimmed across the skyline, and Katie found herself wondering what he was thinking about.

"You're up early," he remarked, not taking his eyes from the sky.

Katie started in surprise. Not wanting to be around when Cory woke, she sneaked back to her suite in the early hours to shower. Getting dressed, she went for a conservatively classy look and accordingly changed into forest-green slacks and a loose white singlet. Glad she hadn't locked the clothes store, she was careful to keep the tags of all the items so she could pay for them. She didn't want to be indebted to Mark and Cory any more than she already was.

Mark turned to survey her, and held out a hand to the bench next to him. The teasing confidence crept back into his eyes and smile, silently telling her he approved of her outfit. Katie hesitantly came forward and sat down next to him. Mark slightly shifted his position so he could see her properly.

"Katie," he said quietly, "I want to apologise for last night." As their eyes met, Katie saw the sincerity in his gaze.

"I've always prided myself on being able to read people," he explained, "and probably for the first time in a long time, I was vastly mistaken. Sorry, bad habit," he muttered, stubbing out his cigar in the eagle-head ashtray beside him.

Though his manner was relaxed, Katie could see his shoulders had tensed. He obviously wasn't the type to dish out apologies in abundance.

"I misread your character," he continued with a shrug. "I thought you were a skittish school-girl, the type who wouldn't know what to do except submit and enjoy herself in a surprise sexual encounter. When you hinted my actions weren't worth the consequences, I knew you were bluffing. 

"What I failed to realise was that you weren't scared of confrontation, you were scared for your freedom. Which is why I was doubly surprised that you hit back and ran." He shook his head and looked at Katie with something akin to respect, while she glanced away, blushing at the reminder of the night before. Mark leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs, making a steeple with his fingers, considering how to voice his next thought.

"Someone very close to me was in a similar situation to yours," he confided brusquely, "I should have recognised the signs. Probably I was distracted by other aspects of your...character," he finished lamely, with a sardonic half-smile. "I was a fool yesterday. I should have known when I realised your presence here was secret. But everything fell into place when I ran into you and your...er...friend on the road last night."

Katie, who had been awkwardly staring down at her palms, a little embarrassed by the heart-to-heart conversation, glanced at him from the corner of her eye. 

"Well," she sighed heavily, not wanting to elaborate on those circumstances, "I'm really grateful you intervened when you did." She gestured toward his bandaged hand. "So, I guess we can call it even."

Mark quickly reached across and took her hand in his.

"I'm serious, Katie," he murmured, his blue eyes seemed to glow with something other than remorse. "I don't often admit when I'm wrong, but I admit it now, and I hope you can forgive me."

The emotion pooling in the depths of his eyes was different, Katie noticed. There was still blatant desire, but the predatory challenge was gone, replaced by a reserved watchfulness. 

"That...that's ok," she replied, a little startled, unsuccessfully trying to remove her hand from his tightening grasp. 

Mark felt his chest fill with an unfamiliar tenderness as he watched the girl beside him. Now he knew she was stronger than he'd given her credit for, she was far more desirable to him than the day before. He'd never encountered a beautiful woman whom he respected as anything more than a sex object, but here she was, accepting his humble apology with a maturity that he hadn't expected. 

Hypnotised by the fiery green of her eyes as they picked up the burning sunrise, he'd anticipated she'd angrily throw his apology back into his face, call him creative names and run off. After all, it was no more than he deserved. Instead she simply forgave him, just like that. Holding her hand, just the touch of her set the blood pounding in his head. 

They both started and Mark quickly dropped her hand when they heard hurried footsteps approach, and Cory rushed through the doors, panting. He'd put his trousers back on, but in his panic he hadn't bothered with a shirt. Katie's mouth parted in surprise at his state of undress, while Mark raised his eyebrows, thoroughly amused.

"All well there, Cory?" he inquired, tilting his head knowingly.

Cory's eyes darted between them as relief spread across his face. 

"Yes," he answered, quickly regaining his composure. "I just wanted to check everything was ok."

There was an awkward silence, which only Mark appeared to enjoy. 

"Well," he stood with a grin and stretched his tall length as the sky became striped with ribbons of blue. He shoved both hands into his jean pockets. "I'm going to tie up a few work things, then I guess I'll see you at breakfast?" Without waiting for an answer he smilingly nodded to Katie and brushed past Cory, winking at him as he passed.

For a moment Cory watched Katie as she deliberately turned her gaze back to the view. Then he slowly came to sit by her.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

Katie shrugged with aggravating indifference, as though he was no more than a stranger chatting her up at a bus-stop, as if they hadn't spent the night together. 

"Katie, I don't know what to say," he insisted weakly.

When Cory woke to find her gone, he blindly ran down to her suite. Although her handbag and belongings were still there, he wasn't comforted. What if she left because of what he did, and something happened to her? Relieved as he was that she didn't act recklessly a second time by flying into the woods, finding her with Mark hadn't exactly pleased him either.




The Ranch Ch. 03



Katie knew Cory was freaking out, she'd known since the night before, when he'd anxiously buzzed around her like an annoying insect, when all she wanted to do was sleep. It wasn't as though he'd climbed in through her window and attacked her in bed - she'd turned up at his door in the middle of the night, without bothering to come up with a half-decent excuse for it. Deciding she'd tortured him enough, she turned to meet his nervous gaze.

"Yeah," she said, looking at him with exaggerated cynicism in her green eyes, "it was quite an ordeal." 

Hearing the humour in her voice, Cory wanted to pump his fist into the air with the elation he felt. As they smiled at each other in a truce, they quickly turned at the sound of Mark clearing this throat.

"Erm," he jerked his head to the indoor area, "Marco is here."

"What?" Cory ejaculated, checking his watch. "But it's not even... when he said early-"

Mark's eyes rested pointedly on Katie, then flicked back to Cory. "He'll want to see her."

They both looked at Katie, taking in the bruise on her forehead and cheek, the cut on her lip. Then all three of them looked at Mark's bandaged hand.

"Shit," Cory and Mark said, at the same time.

There was a tense pause, and Katie broke the silence. "I think it's better if I talk to him," she said firmly.

Cory opened his mouth to protest, but Mark nodded and disappeared indoors. Cory jumped up and followed him, catching him by the arm as he strode across the dining room area.

"Mark," he implored, "it's a bad idea. He's going to draw the wrong conclusions, we should keep her in the suite."

Mark irritably shook his arm free. "He's not going to let up unless he sees her, and if we lie about it he'll hound us like that time we accidentally double-booked a wedding. Besides," he looked at Cory, "don't you think we should respect Katie's wishes for once?"

Registering the heated look on his face, Cory's eyes narrowed. "What's going on here? Is this about last night?"

"No, of course not," Mark shook his head, but there was something different about him.

"Oh my God, is this one of your tactics to get in her good graces?" Cory exclaimed incredulously. An unpleasant feeling he couldn't quite describe burned through his chest when a slow smile spread across Mark's face.

"Not exactly," he conceded, "but I see little harm in keeping her on side." 

Taking in Cory's outraged expression, Mark patted him on the shoulder. "Are we really arguing over a girl? I give you my word, this isn't a game to me anymore." Before Cory could answer, he briskly walked ahead and disappeared down the lobby staircase. 

Cory stood rooted to the ground, struggling to comprehend what Mark had just told him. If it wasn't a game, then what was it? Something more serious? Shaking off his concerns, he managed to wipe the troubled expression off his face in time to greet Marco. 

"I need to work for a couple of hours, I'll leave you to it!" Mark called, stepping backwards and turning with a wave to exit down the stairs.

Cory sighed as Mark disappeared from view. "Marco, what did Mark tell you?" he asked wearily.

"Mr Benedict told me that Katie is now your guest?" Marco confirmed, rather grimly as his eyes rested on Cory's naked torso.

"Yes, she's outside," Cory nodded, gesturing to the glass doors, "we anticipate she'll stay with us a bit longer, for a few days, at least." 

'Or forever?' In Cory's mind, the thought immediately followed his words, surprising him.

As Marco went to the doors, Cory called him back. 

"One more thing," he added, looking at Marco a little apprehensively. "Try to reserve any conclusions until you hear her out."

"Of course, Mr Murray," Marco assured him, "thank you for not minding this. I have been very worried."

Cory shrugged. "Don't thank me, it was Mark's idea."

Cory watched him exit the glass doors, wincing as he heard Marco's voice raised in horror, obviously at the sight of Katie's bruised face. Cory loitered around the dining area for about ten minutes, then decided to make himself scarce, realising that Marco and Katie seemed to be having a profoundly in-depth conversation, and he was still half-naked. 

Mark would be tied up for a while with work, and it's not as though Cory needed Katie for company. It's not like he wasn't used to doing his own thing on the ranch. On this last thought he thoughtfully tapped his finger on an oak dining table before following Mark's direction down the staircase. 

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When Katie had finished speaking with Marco, she went back to her suite, along the way wondering where Cory and Mark were. It was still very early, and through the crack of the elevator doors right before they closed, she noticed some of the staff had arrived at the front.

Wandering around her suite, she went to the windows and looked out at the wilderness. She felt restless, even though, considering the various experiences she had last night, she should want to fall into bed. Accustomed to being brutalised by Dom, what stood out to her most from the previous evening was the hot sex she'd had with Cory, albeit reluctantly. Her cheeks faintly flushed at the memory of the intimacy they shared, and she wondered what Mark would think if he knew about it. 

Shaking her head, annoyed with the direction of her day-dreaming, she decided to check out the pool. Just to dip her feet in, why not? It might be different in day-time, when she's not seeking refuge from wandering hands. Though she'd love to explore the surrounds, she was too scared to go out alone after running into Dom so unexpectedly. But sitting in the suite, twiddling her thumbs, she felt a little suffocated. 

Not meeting anyone on her way to pool, Katie scanned her key across the door handle and made a face as the familiar 'bleep' reminded her of more desperate times. After taking one step through the entrance she suddenly froze with the realisation that someone was already there. Before she could retreat, Mark turned his head and saw her.

"Coming in?" he queried, turning his body to face her, and she quickly diverted her eyes from his large naked chest. 

"I thought you were working?" she answered, taking a great interest in the tiled pattern on the ceiling. Careful to keep her gaze anywhere but the pool, she heard the movement of the water as he waded to the side closest to her.

"I was, but I'm waiting on an update, so I may as well do it later," he explained, and through the corner of her eye she saw him lean his forearms on the tiles edge, resting his chin on his hands as he watched her.

"Uh huh," she nodded, running out of places to settle her gaze. "Well, I was actually just looking, I wasn't planning to swim." 

Mark's sudden laugh distracted her focus, and against her will, her green eyes clashed with his. She noticed his eyes seemed bluer than usual as they reflected the aquamarine colour of the water.

"You're here to admire the architecture? Come on, Katie," Mark grinned at her. "Don't act like you haven't seen a half-naked man before."

Katie gaped at him as her flustered thoughts tried to figure out whether he spoke generally, or if he was directly referring to her night with Cory, which she wasn't sure he even knew about.

"Come closer, Katie, I won't bite," he smiled teasingly, and she was very much annoyed by the little thrill his words gave her. 

Maybe after being terrorised by a psychopathic pervert for so long, her current snippet of freedom had gone to her head. Even though it was emotionally ill-advised, and not what she wanted, last night Cory had temporarily made her forget her problems, and she still craved that feeling. 

But since when was she such a whore? Did one hot session with Cory somehow unlock her inner-skank? Remembering how guiltily stricken Marco was when she'd told him about her situation, she felt worse. Marco obviously believed that she was a goody-two-shoes that needed protecting, and little did he know she'd already banged one of his bosses, and was now contemplating flirting with the other.

"Ka-tie?" Mark called in a singsong voice, snapping her back to the present. She ran her eyes across his broad muscular shoulders, stretched out as he still rested on his forearms, big blue eyes watching her with exaggerated dolefulness.

Katie raised her elegant chin. It wasn't like she was going to do laps with him, she just wanted to feel the water. Why should she retreat because Mark was there? She wasn't stupid, he obviously still wanted her. But she also knew he wasn't stupid enough to try anything. Or was he? 

Katie exhaled in a huff. Screw it. If she was going to spend the rest of her life in hiding, which she genuinely believed would soon be the case, she wasn't going to spend the last of her free time whimpering in her suite. After a long year of second-guessing herself for fear of upsetting the man who controlled her whole life, she was starting to feel like a person again. Why discard the fantasy of her situation?

Mark watched her approach with interest, slightly surprised by the change in her manner as her green eyes flashed with fearless determination. Recalling the shrinkingly nervous girl he'd first met, now she seemed an entirely different person.

Katie moved to the side, bent to neatly fold up her pant legs, and sat about a metre away from him, dipping her calves in, smiling as they gently dangled through the body of water. The temperature on her skin was refreshingly cool, but not chilly enough to require time to adjust. 

In her new confidence, enjoying the feel of the water on her sore feet, Katie failed to notice Mark stealthily inching closer, a very mischievous expression spreading across his features.

"So, you and Cory..." she began, but her sentence ended in a shriek as Mark lunged and wrapped his arms about her upper-body, dragging her, fully-clothed, back into the water with him.

"You asshole!" Katie spluttered, as he tipped his head back to guffaw his delight at the shock on her face, still holding her tightly in his arms, not remembering the last time he'd laughed so hard.

At first she glared at him angrily, but his continued deep laugh was richly infectious. Hard as she tried, she couldn't stop the corners of her full mouth from turning upwards, and her green eyes twinkled with suppressed humour.

As he finally stopped laughing, Mark slowly released her, but kept his hands on her arms, so she never left his reach.

"Katie," he murmured, his thumbs slowly massaging her wrists beneath the water's blue surface, "I really want to kiss you."

"A kiss? I should hit you again for pulling me in," she half-joked exasperatedly, taking a stab at humour to diffuse the tension between them.

"Can I?" Mark breathed, ignoring her attempt at comic relief. He moved a little closer, but didn't try to pull her into his arms. However, it was obvious by his stance that he was ready to go there, all it would take was a word from her.

Katie felt her heart quicken as his navy-eyes fixed meltingly on her face, drifting down to stare at her pink mouth.

"Uhhh," she awkwardly responded, like an idiot.

"All you have to say is 'yes'", Mark told her encouragingly, and slightly raised out of the water. Katie felt her breath catch as her eyes ran over the bare skin of his chest and toned abs, shining wet from the water.

"O-Ok," she breathed in a hushed voice, half-assenting. Perhaps Mark's effect on women wasn't as exaggerated as Cory indicated. 

Though Mark's eyes lit up by her answer, he kept his distance. 

"You have to do better, Katie," he gently chided. "Is that a clear yes? I won't take a 'no' personally." Though by the look on his face, he'd likely take a rejection very personally.

'When in Rome...' Katie thought idly, and a voice said in her mind mockingly corrected it to: 'When in the Ranch...'

Katie took a moment to think about what she was doing. Would Cory care? Even though she had nothing to go by, her instincts told her that he would. But they hardly knew each other, it's not like they were engaged or anything. What did she owe him, besides her life? Though if she was going to be technical about it, she more literally owed her life to Mark. Too many details. Fuck it.

Katie's long, dark lashes fanned her cheeks as she shut her eyes and leaned forward, forming her beautiful mouth into an excellent pout. Immediately she felt Mark's mouth meet hers, his arms drift about her, tightening her against him. Somehow, his kiss was different to Cory's, she could feel his five-o-clock shadow graze against her chin as he kissed her firmly. His kiss was more controlled, but her hands against his chest measured its rapid expansion at her touch.

In Mark's mind, Cory had won their bet fair and square, but he was still going after Katie. There was something even more erotic about holding her water-saturated clothed body in his embrace. Going by Cory's short outburst in the dining room, Mark imagined he would be pretty annoyed by this development. If he was watching the cameras at that moment, he'd be absolutely livid.

Putting thoughts of his friend to the back of his mind, Mark's large hands squeezed Katie's slim waist against the bulk of him, then lifted her slightly, holding her up against him with both hands under her buttocks so she had to bend down to his kiss.

"Oh!" she gasped into his mouth, distinctly feeling his hardness between her legs, quickly awakening the lower half of her body as her thighs squeezed around his waist in response. Realising it was turning into much more than just a kiss, she pulled back, dodging his head as he playfully strained up to recapture her mouth.

"Ok, Mark," she gasped, half-laughing as his lips travelled across her cheeks. "That's several kisses, enough!"

Not wanting to stop, he kissed along her collarbone, then bobbed up to tug on her earlobe. Between his teeth, it was so soft, like a slip of velvet, and running his tongue along its edge cast his mind to other soft parts of her body he'd like to lay his tongue against. 

"Mark!" Taking a deep breath Katie firmly pushed his shoulders back, feeling a fleeting moment of disappointment as the sensations along her earlobe efficiently ceased.

Locking eyes with his, she pursed her lips together and raised her eyebrows. "I'm going to need a towel, or something."

"Why? You look ravishing as you are," Mark grinned, raising his eyebrows back at her as his thumbs brushed along the undersides of her breasts. His eyes lowered to where the white singlet obscenely clung to her chest, her nipples obviously stimulated. She looked like she was ready to win a wet t-shirt competition. 

Katie made a face at him and wriggled out of his hold, huffing as she hauled herself from the water with an effort. Sitting on the edge, she frowned, recognising the sorer parts of her arms, legs and feet had mildly reacted to contact with the water.

Mark floated toward her cheekily, like a crocodile stalking a gazelle at the waterhole. "We need to talk."

"Huh?" Katie turned her head to the side, frowning at him as she tried to wring her dark hair dry.

"In there," he pointed to the Ladie's change-room. "There'll be a tall, peach-coloured cupboard, next to a set of white shelves. Put a robe on and come back, we'll talk." Without another word, he pushed off and began a short lap to the other side.

'Trust him to know what the inside of the Women's looks like,' Katie thought snidely. When she returned, enveloped in a beige robe, Mark was already out of the pool towelling off. She didn't realise her jaw had dropped as she ogled his admirable physique. 

"Like what you see?" he asked, facing the floor, towelling his dark hair. 

How did he always know when she was watching him? Choosing not to dignify his suggestive query with an answer, Katie walked past him and sat on one of the ocean-blue chairs lining the wall.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked curiously. 

Mark wrapped the towel tightly about his waist and came to take a seat next to her. 

"I want to talk about that guy," he answered bluntly. Watching her carefully, he noticed how she tensed uncomfortably at the mere mention of him.

"What about him?" she answered warily.

"Cory and I want to help," he said, bending forward to run both hands through his hair, trying to drive out the wet. "But we need to know what we're getting into."

Katie shut her eyes with a quick shake of her head. "Forget it, it's not worth it." She stood, clutching the robe to her. "Thank you for allowing me to stay and...and going to the efforts you have."

Mark shrugged. "I think you know our motivations weren't entirely honourable," he said, with a meaningful look. 

Before she could reply, the door bleeped and Cory entered the room, looking very presentable in a pale-blue shirt and black jeans. His handsome face tightened as his caramel eyes took in their close proximity, Katie's wet hair and Mark's half-nakedness beside her. Shaking off feelings of resentment, Cory remembered why he was there.

"Katie," he smiled, with a confidence he wasn't feeling, "I guess the unusual events keep coming. We have a random visitor, and I want to check if you recognise him."

As Mark looked up at him sharply, Cory allayed his concern. "It's not your man. This guy's face is in tact."

Cory led Katie to the pool entrance, and she peeped through the glass, trying to see across the ground floor into the lobby. She recognised Marco, standing just outside the lobby entrance, politely chatting to another man. The man was blonde, tall, just under 6ft, not anywhere near Cory or Mark's height. Even though he was dressed in casual attire, Katie immediately recognised him.

"Oh no," Katie whimpered to herself, and both Cory and Mark quickly looked at her. "I know who that is."

"Who is it?" asked Cory, trying to conceal his impatience.

"It's Greg," she said, barely above a whisper. "He's Dom's partner."

Katie had first met Greg the same night she'd met Dom, when they'd pulled her over for supposedly speeding. Little did she know, they had followed her from the petrol station, where Dom had taken a keen interest in her as he watched her refuelling. Whilst Dom was a very vocal personality, vicious and threatening with his words, Greg by comparison was sinisterly quiet, but somehow seemed more dangerous to Katie. Dom might hurt her physically, but he valued her as a possession. Katie felt there was something uniquely deadlier about Greg, like he wouldn't blink if she dropped dead, and not be beyond raping her corpse. She was very frightened of him, because every time his brown eyes rested on her, she felt assured he was not thinking gentle thoughts.

The only meagre saving grace from her involvement with Dom, was that she was off-limits to Greg. If she didn't do what he wanted, Dom often played on her fear and threatened to lend her to Greg to play with, told her about some of the awful things Greg liked to do to women, ominously hinted that the women he spent time with disappeared afterwards because they were 'beyond repair'.

"Well, that settles it," growled Cory, shifting Katie out of sight as he opened the door and walked across to the lobby.

"What's he going to do?" Katie asked Mark apprehensively.

Mark shrugged a bare shoulder. "All he can do at this stage. Tell Greg to get lost."

Five minutes later, standing at the main entrance, Cory watched Greg's car drive off, and he looked down at Marco. "He wanted a room, but didn't identify himself as a police officer?" he inquired.

"No, Mr Murray." Marco shook his head, a little shaken, thinking perhaps he'd judged Mark too harshly after looking into Greg's malevolent brown eyes.

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Things went rather smoothly over the next couple of days. Though they evidently enjoyed her company, besides a bit of harmless flirtation, neither Mark nor Cory made inappropriate advances towards Katie. It was as though they had come to a silent understanding, waiting for her to choose one of them. However, as a matter of self-restraint both men knew it wouldn't be long before their patience wore thin.




The Ranch Ch. 03



On the third afternoon, Cory decided to take Katie horse riding.

"Don't look so scared," he advised her, seeing the startled look on her face. "They can tell, you know."

"It...it just feels much higher up than it looks in the movies," she responded nervously, leaning forward to stroke the horse's shiny mane. It was a beautiful creature, a deep chestnut colour, evidently well cared for.

"You'll get used to it fairly quickly," Cory told her, swinging himself up into the saddle. His horse was an admirable velvet grey, much stronger and faster than Katie's mount. With all the time he spent on his farms, Cory was completely at ease handling horses of all different abilities and temperaments. 

It was a stunning afternoon, the sun-light glimmered through the trees, and the heat of the day was eased by a lovely breeze. Fresh scents of the forest floundered about them in the wind, and Katie was fascinated by the numerous types of flora they passed. As she plied Cory with questions, he patiently explained what he knew about each of them, if anything. Going down the path side by side, Cory held onto Katie's reins, just in case. Although she blushed painfully at first, feeling like a humiliated kid being babied by their parent, she was nonetheless glad of Cory's supervision.

"Ouch," gasped Katie, confusedly raising one hand to her neck. Startled, she looked to Cory, who gently reined both horses to a standstill and leaned toward her.

"What is it?" he asked, leaning across and narrowing his eyes at her neck.

"Ugh, something just bit me really bad," Katie winced, feeling around the area. "Ouch, fuck!" she cried, pulling out the sting. Eyesight slightly blurred, she stared down at the green dart in her hand.

"Uh oh," she mumbled, fighting to stay in the saddle, but as her eyes began to lose focus she felt herself slowly but surely slipping sideways off the horse.

Collapsing to the earth in an undignified pile, Katie dimly felt the ground shake as she heard Cory hit the floor with a loud thud behind her. Both horses restlessly pawed at the path, wondering at their masters. 

Blinking across the ground in bemusement, desperately trying to keep her eyes open, the last thing Katie saw before slipping into unconsciousness was a pair of men's boots stepping out of the woodland.



The Ranch Ch. 03A



At 8:00 I met dad for dinner and we ate. This time there were no women there. Dad and I talked about my day and caught up with each others lives. He asked about Allison and what I thought of her. I told him that I liked Allison very much and thought she was beautiful. After dinner I went to my room.

As I opened the door to my room I saw a beautiful oriental woman lying on the bed completely naked. Her long black hair and white skin made her look like a porcelain doll. Her breasts were small and her cunt was completely shaved. I walked over to her and gazed at her as she spoke.

“Allison sent me here. She has told me that you need to experience every thing. I am here to show you my specialty tonight and pleasure you in many ways. My name is Mei and I am double jointed. Let me show you.”

With that the woman put her legs over her head, and brought her mouth to her pussy. The she licked it. She motioned me closer as she licked her pussy. Mei asked me to undress. She then guided my cock into her cunt and began to lick my cock as I went in and out of her pussy. Before long I was ready to cum. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and shoved it deep into her throat. I spurted for a long time but Mei kept sucking until I was done. Then I withdrew and she straightened her body. As I lay on the bed exhausted from that very hard cum she got up from the bed and returned with a warm wet cloth to clean me off. “Next time I’m going to lick your balls while you doggie fuck me or fuck my ass.”

She grinned and began to lick my balls. Her intent was to get me hard quickly. Soon I was standing at attention and she got a tube of KY. She bent over and greased her ass, spread her cheeks and whispered.

“It’s time for your first ass fuck. Go easy I’m small but I like it. And so will you, I hope.”

“That’s it put the head on my pucker. Push harder but not too hard. There! It’s in, now fuck me.”

I began to pump in and out of her as I felt her tongue licking my balls.

“Oh shit it’s like having two women at once, one fucking me and the other licking my balls. You are a great fuck.”

I began to pound her ass hard and her tongue began licking me franticly before long I was cumming in her ass. As I squirted into her I held her tight against me and her mouth engulfed my balls. When I softened she released me. My cock popped out of her ass and she captured it in her mouth cleaning me before we changed positions. I collapsed on the bed.





“Don’t wimp out on me yet James we have more to do tonight.”

Before long she was massaging me, and nibbling my neck. Then she whispered.

“I’m going to eat your asshole until you cum then we are going to soak in the hot tub and fuck some more.” 

Mei spread my cheeks and dove in between them, her tongue licked my rosebud and her hand gently caressed my flaccid cock. Before long I was hard and eager. Then her tongue penetrated the sphincter and she groaned. She kept up the licking and the slow rubbing for about an hour. My penis began to throb and I knew I was going to cum soon. As I warned her she just redoubled her lingual efforts. I began to spurt and she began to moan. She sounded as if she were orgasming as I came. She turned me on my back and cleaned me off with her tongue. She looked up to me and grinned.

“Yes I came too!” 

Mei had just answered my unasked question. And there was a knock at the door. It was Allison.

“Can I join the party?”

I answered, “Sure but I’m not sure I’ll be ready for more.”

Allison just grinned, a wicked grin, licked her lips, and then whispered to Mei. Mei giggled, ant then said.

“We just might kill him like that.”

The women turned me onto my side and Allison got in front of me down near my cock. Mei got down behind me, and began to lick my asshole again.

Allison asked Mei. “Do you think we can keep him hard for 2 hours before we let him cum?”

Mei giggled and pushed her face deeper into me. This was something I had always fantasized about. One woman sucking my ass, and the other, my cock. Allison slowly licked my balls. I groaned and Allison shifted so that her pussy was level with my mouth. She took her mouth off of my cock and issued one command.

“Eat me.”

I began to lick her juicy cunt but she only pushed herself against me. She gently licked my balls, keeping me stimulated as did Mei. My hands roamed freely caressing and squeezing whatever female flesh I could reach. Before long Allison came filling my mouth with her fragrant juices. Then they switched.

Mei got her mouth on my cock-head nursing gently flicking the slit with her tongue and licking the pre-cum from the tip. Allison buried her tongue deep in my ass and wiggled it around for a while. Then Mei pressed her cunt into my face and commanded.

“Suck”

Her fluids were flowing into my mouth like a river. My as was dripping wet from the licking it received from Allison’s tongue, and I was on the verge of cumming. The every thing stopped.

To be continued.



The Ranch Ch. 04



Once in the room, Lissa whispered something to Gable, who nodded and stepped out for a moment. 

"What are you two up to?" Colin grinned at his wife as she gave him a steamy, perusing look. "Will I like it?" 

Lissa looked at his half hard prick, and smiled. "I think you'll like it."

Gable came back in and handed her a box. "Do you want me tied?" 

She took him in her hands and lovingly pumped his long prick, then stopped abruptly and ordered him to stand, bent over the rail at the foot of the bed. She stalked over and picked up the same lash he had used on her. She saw both men watching her and fellated the prick shaped handle looking through her lashes as the long black phallus slipped between her soft red lips.

She took it in hand and swished it through the air. Walking to Gable she trailed the leather strings teasingly down his back, making him shiver and bark. "Quit playing!"

"Shut up!" She brought the lash down on the soft flesh of his side making him yell in surprise. Stepping behind him she swung the flail, catching him on the ass. "Count! I'm going to give you twenty-five. "

"That's too many, that's...Three."

"No, it's not! Start with ONE." She swung at his ass.

"One!" He held onto the foot of the bed, a gasp hissing through his teeth.

Colin couldn't believe that his bride could become this virago. She slashed at the big man again and again, as he bit out the numbers. Even though the sight made him incredibly aroused, Colin wondered if he could bear this abuse so well. 

"AHHH! TWENTY...AHHH...FIVE." Gable was almost sobbing as she finished.

"Colin! Get over here!" Her hair hung in her eyes and she looked wild. 

He stood beside Gable and took hold of the footboard. He tensed as she teased his back with the flail. She left them for a moment and when she returned, ordered him to pull his cheeks apart and bend over farther. When he didn't obey he received two quick slashes from the whip, making him shout in pain and surprise. 

As he bent and did her bidding, he looked back and saw that she held a rubber snake like thing about two feet long. It was as thick as his thumb, with small egg shaped bulges every few inches. He felt something enter him, his asshole griping at the narrow indentation until she pushed another of the hard balls into him. Slowly, she inserted it until he thought he would howl with delight. 

He had seen a ring on the end and she hooked her fingers though it like a leash and used it to direct him behind Gable. With her slender hands she took his prick and pressed it between the hot, reddened ass cheeks. With a sigh he leaned forward and pressed into the tight ring. Gable cried out and she thought it was his sore bottom that was the problem until he groaned. "Dry."

"Pull out, and make him wet."

"How?" Colin looked at his wife until she put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him down. He knelt and hesitantly used his tongue to lave the big mans ass. When she pulled on the ring, he stood and this time she guided him as he drove mercilessly into Gable's rectum. She bent and watched with fascination as he plowed in and out of the tiny bud of muscle that stretched and took him with such apparent ease.

The two men were breathing heavily and she ordered. "Tell me. Tell me when you're going to come."

"N...now, I'm commm..." Colin panted.

She took the ring and as Gable had instructed pulled until it slithered bump after oily bump out of her husband. His knees buckled and he had to throw his arms around Gable's chest to remain standing, a scream tearing from his throat. Gable bellowed his muscles taut as he supported Colin, who continued to pound his ass mindless of the pain he caused.

When the two men could stand, they saw her standing like some pagan goddess, naked with the whip in one hand and the 'snake' in the other. She stepped toward them and with a graceful gesture lay the tools at their feet. Lissa didn't look up as she ducked her head and whispered. "I'm ready."

To Be Continued...



The Ranch Ch. 04



Foreword: Sometimes I have to let a story lay dormant for a while before I continue it. This story took more time before I found a way to continue it that would make me happy. Please me for the long hiatus. I hope you will enjoy the following chapters.

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The next morning as James and Allison walked toward the office he saw what looked like a 15 year old girl walking across the parking lot towards the employee lounge. 

"I didn't know employees could bring their children on premises."

Allison answered.

"That's Kimberly she is one of the girls that work here she is 24 but looks like a young teenager."

"Does that mean she ...?"

"Yes she acts as a teenager going out with the customers. They even pick her up at the house and take her to our little drive in. We have about 20 girls who do this. Some of the guys get a kick out of meeting her mother. And sometimes after the date the John might hit on the mother or for a really big fee have a threesome with mother and daughter."

"Are they really mother and daughter?"

"No but they really are good actresses. Since you are a teenager maybe I should arrange a date for you. Would you like to take Kimberly to the drive in?"

I nodded my head and Allison grinned. She told me that she would check to see if Kimberly had a date tonight. If she did I might have a different blind date, but I would still have to pick her up at her home and face her mother, just like a real date the only difference was that I would know I was going to get lucky. Some of them acted reluctant and made you work for it like a teenager. Others acted like the town slut. She wouldn't tell me which one Kimberly was nor would she tell me which one any of the others were.

The day was boring as now dad was teaching me bookkeeping. I couldn't wait to get out of the office and on my date. Allison came in and told me I had a blind date tonight because Kimberly was booked. Cindy was my date and she was very pretty. She gave me Cindy's address and told me to get ready for my date. I dressed as a teenager might for a Friday night date. I brushed my hair used deodorant and cologne. I brushed my teeth and got into what was supposed to be the family station wagon to pick up my date. When I got to the area, I saw that they had set up a quiet tree lined street. The street had several small middle class homes. I went up to the door and knocked. A beautiful woman of about forty opened the door.

"Hello you must be James. I am Cindy's mother Carla." She then shouted.

"Cindy your date is here."

"There is no hurry Mrs...."

"Please call me Carla."

Then Cindy came down the stairs. She looked no more than 14 even though I knew all the girls that worked here were over 18. I thought that she was too young for me.

She looked me in the eyes and said in a giddy tone typical of most teenage girls. Hi I'm Cindy. I introduced myself and she took my hand and we walked to the station wagon. She directed me to the house next door where I met another couple Pam and Richard. Richard was around 40 and playing at being Pam's date. This was supposed to be a double date and I wondered how I was going to get lucky. Richard wanted to take one car but Pam said that she wanted to be alone with Richard at the drive in. Then she whispered something in his ear and he agreed that we should take separate cars. We drove to the Drive in and it was just starting to get dark. Richard and I went to the snack bar, we got drinks and snacks, the girls chatted while we were gone. I got back in the car and Cindy joined me. The lights dimmed and the movie began. It was a horror movie. At one scary part Cindy screamed and buried her face in my chest. I put my arms around her and held her close she stayed in my arms so I decided to kiss her. She allowed the kiss but pulled away when I tried to slip her some tongue.

"I don't do that I am a nice girl."

I stopped that and kept kissing her allowing my hands to rub her upper back. The kisses got more intense and her mouth opened. I slipped my tongue inside. She jumped a little but began to rub her tongue on mine. This continued until intermission with her defending her body against explorations by my hands successfully.

During intermission I went to the bathroom and escorted her to the ladies room. I waited outside until she came walking out with Pam. They talked like 2 teenagers giggling and glancing at me. Then she kissed me and walked back to the car with me. During the walk back to the car she told me that Pam had told her she had let Richard suck on her nipples and it felt great.

"Would you suck on my nipples and stop if I asked you to?"

"Yes" I said, hoping she wouldn't make me stop.

When we got to the car she opened the back door and got into the back seat. 

She said. If I get into the back seat and we lay down no one can see if I have my blouse and bra off."

I got in the back next to her and started to kiss her as the next movie came on. Before long I reached for her breast and she didn't stop me. I squeezed and caressed it and Cindy moaned. I started to unbutton her blouse and she moved my hand away. A little while later I tried again. This time she didn't stop me. I started to kiss the tops of her breasts and she moaned some more. I reached around and fumbled with her bra. She didn't stop me cut then again she didn't help. Just like a teenage girl would. Finally I got it undone and pushed it up.

I started to suck Cindy's nipples and she moaned again. My hands moved to her knees and started to caress her legs. She reached down and held my hand not letting it go any further. I continued to kiss Cindy and she soon let loose of my hand. After about 15 minutes my palm was cupping the damp gusset of her panties. Not to long after that I wriggled my finger under those panties and slipped a finger inside of her wet pussy. Cindy moaned and raised her hips to meet my finger. I took advantage of that to try and remove her panties. She whispered a no but didn't lower her hips or try and prevent me. I guess it would be just like a teenage girl who didn't want her boyfriend to know she wanted sex, but really wanted sex. After her panties were off I Unzipped my pants and put her hand on my cock. She stiffened as if in fright but did not let go of my cock Cindy, being the good actress that she was she whispered to me.

"Please don't, I never..."

I didn't let that stop me nor did she really struggle. She whispered and told me she didn't want to get pregnant. I told her I had some rubbers, as I slipped my finger into her. She moaned and said all right. In a flash I was on her and getting into her very tight seemingly virginal cunt. I later found out that these women who acted as the teenagers douched with alum to make them seem almost if not virginal in tightness. We rutted and had sex for the rest of the movie. Her telling me I was so big and hurting her. That she had better be careful or her mother would know and then she would be grounded. I took her home and kissed her goodnight at the door. Her mother came out and shooed her inside telling her she wanted to talk to me.

"James please sit down."

I sat and she began to talk.

"Cindy is a good girl and a virgin. I am willing to do almost anything to keep her that way."

She leaned over and kissed me deeply while she ran her hand up and down my cock.

"If you promise to let her remain a good girl and not have sex with her, I will make sure you are not sorry. I will take care of your needs. Would you like that?"

I nodded my head. "So you are not going to have sex with Cindy?"

I nodded my head.

"Then come her tomorrow afternoon while Cindy is at cheerleader practice. I will give you your first payment."

To be continued... 



The Ranch Ch. 04



"Katie?!"

Katie groaned, feeling nauseous.

"Katie!!"

"What?" she mumbled sulkily, eyes still closed. She was uncomfortable, but she couldn't shift into a better position or massage the throbbing in her temples.

"Are you ok?"

"Huh...?" Brow furrowed with discomfort, Katie groggily became aware of the sensations around her. The choking smell of dirt and rust. A hard pillow under her head and a rough, scratchy material against her back. Cold metal on her wrists and ankles.

"Jesus. This is not how I envisioned spending the afternoon," Cory reflected. Though his words were light-hearted, the tone of his voice was laced with the severity of their situation. 

Katie absently tugged against her restraints, and on the end of a deep sigh her green eyes drifted open. She was alone, looking up at a dirty, wooden ceiling, where cracks of light spiked though, giving her a dim idea of her surroundings. The room was like a big shed, or an underground bunker, but she couldn't tell because the walls seemed to be blacked out, the room's only light sprinkled through the ceiling. The other side of the room was encased in earthy darkness. Turning her head to the side, she noticed that an orange opaque shower curtain, about two metres from the side of her bed, had been taped across a thin pipeline running along the ceiling, blocking her view. 

"What the fuck?" she gasped, arching her torso and twisting her head back to discover her wrists had been handcuffed to a hospital-grade bed's rusted metal frame. Jerking her head down, she realised her ankles had each been handcuffed to the lower corners of the bed. Trying to pull free by raising hers knees, she couldn't even close her legs. Most concerning of all, she was completely naked.

"Katie? Talk to me!" Cory's deep voice sharply emitted from the other side of the curtain.

"Oh, God," Katie whimpered, her cuffs clinking against the metal as she futilely rattled them.

"Katie! Are you hurt?" he persisted, voice raised in concern for her welfare.

"I-I'm ok," she confirmed numbly. "For now." She squeezed her eyes shut for a few seconds and opened them again. "Yep, still here."

"Don't worry, we'll get out of this," Cory assured her in his relief, though he knew they were in a pretty dire situation.

"Ummm Cory?" Katie called to the orange curtain hesitantly.

"Yes? What?"

"Do you have any... I mean... a-are you dressed?" 

On the other side of the curtain, Cory's fists clenched in his handcuffs and he grit his teeth in anger. "Yes, I am. He took your clothes?" Knowing the answer, he shut his eyes in frustration. Of course their attacker would have a sexual interest in Katie, any straight man with a working dick would want her.

Katie turned her head, afraid she'd go to pieces if she answered him, trying to comfort herself by pressing her face against her arm.

"That fuck!" Cory snarled, and his head hit the pillow as he slammed back in a rage, causing his bed to jump against the floor. 

"No..." a chilling voice floated from the darker side of the room. "You can call me Greg."

Greg chuckled at the stunned silence that greeted his words, as both his victims realised he'd been there the whole time. The sedative was his own personal concoction, perfected to temporarily subdue people of various weights and sizes, at the experimental cost of several lives. 

Unsurprisingly Cory had regained consciousness first. After furiously trying to get free, he spent the rest of the time desperately trying to get Katie's attention, while Greg sat patiently in the dark, like a spider watching a fly twirl in its web. He'd been there ever since he fixed them to the beds, mostly admiring Katie's nakedness. 

Greg thoroughly enjoyed Cory's fear for Katie. He could sense it, smell it, hear it, the tremor in Cory's voice as he called out, not knowing if she was hurt, or dead. Greg was fascinated that Cory could be so desperately concerned for a girl he'd known for less than a week. But then again, Greg remembered Dom's immediate obsession with Katie, which was intense to begin with and had steadily increased over time. 

Greg gently shook his head, unable to comprehend peoples' attachment to each other, what he perceived to be a character-weakening dependency. But as he ran his eyes down Katie's naked body, he figured she was probably worth the attention. Despite his usual cold-blooded attitude towards women, he recognised there was limited stock of Katie's quality. Even if he didn't have to return her to Dom, she would be worth keeping alive, and for him, that was saying something. If they didn't have such a lucrative arrangement, he'd have abducted her from right under Dom's nose a long time ago.

"What do you want?" Cory growled, interrupting Greg's reverie.

Now they were awake and aware of his presence, Greg leisurely lit a cigarette, his calm face temporarily illuminated by the lighter's flame. Slowly drawing on it, his brown eyes eerily reflected its burning end, giving him a devilish appearance.

"Oh, I'm just doing a friend a favour," he replied gently.

Cory looked at the ceiling, knowing he was being toyed with. His current situation made him almost as angry at himself as he was with their captor - how could they be so naive as to assume the guy would retreat without an argument and just disappear into the sunset? Seeing Greg's emotionless eyes, Cory knew they faced a deadly uphill battle.

Still smoking, Greg stood and strolled forward from the shadows, so both Cory and Katie could clearly see him from their respective sides of the curtain. In her fright, Katie didn't feel embarrassed about being unclothed, but she certainly dreaded the purpose behind her nakedness. 

Greg was of stocky build, like a boxer, and dressed in green army trousers and a fitting grey t-shirt. As he approached, Katie wanted to shut her eyes, but she was too terrified. It was like she was tied to the tracks, unable to drag her eyes from the train as it hurtled towards her at full-speed.

"We're going to play an interesting game," Greg smiled, making eye contact with each of them as he raised the cigarette to his lips. Savouring another long hit of nicotine, he fixed his eyes on Katie's gorgeous naked body, tensed with trepidation at the sight of him. He liked that. 

"The rules change, depending on the players," he murmured, walking to Katie's side of the curtain, shielded from Cory's view. She started as he suddenly stubbed his cigarette out on the pillow next to her face. 

"We could generically call it 'Sex and Violence'. Usually it's just two-players," he explained, sitting beside Katie on the bed. "But it'll last much longer with three players, seeing as one of you is expendable, and the other is not. So the violence..." he jerked his head to Cory's side of the curtain, not needing to finish his sentence as Katie's eyes widened in horror. 

For a moment Greg stared at her hungrily, never before given the opportunity to get this close, let alone see her naked. The terror in the emerald depths of her gaze, brightened with unshed tears, was deliciously addictive. No wonder Dom was going crazy without her. 

"And the sex..." he whispered, not bothering to elaborate upon the obvious meaning. To emphasise his point, his hand crept up her bare waist and slowly closed over her breast. 

"It's so nice to see you again, Katie," Greg told her sweetly, as she tried to jerk away from his touch. He laughed darkly. "I'd like to say it's a shame we had to reconnect under these circumstances, but we both know I'd be lying." He licked his lips with a twisted smile. 

Even though he was on the other side of the curtain, Cory heard every word crystal clear, recognising that Greg was sick, a bona fide sadist. The curtain was just another element to torture them - they couldn't see what was happening to each other, but they'd hear everything in perfect detail. The tactic was working on him already. 

"Dom will kill you," Katie whimpered, trying to suppress her trembling as Greg caressed her breast. "He'll kill you for touching me."

"Actually," Greg spoke pleasantly, as though they were having a conversation at a cafe, "I have his express permission to teach you a few things." He flicked her nipple with his index finger and felt an excited shiver run though him. His dark, cold eyes flared as the sensitive peak stiffened, and he imagined slicing it off, watching bright rivulets of red run across her soft, flawless skin. 

"I offered my services a long time ago, but," he shrugged nonchalantly, "he turned me down. Even when you ran away, I offered to bring you back, at a price of course. But he wanted to get you himself." His brown eyes gleamed at the pained expression on Katie's face as she tried to ignore his hand playing along her chest.

"Then, he calls the calvary. And, boy, is he mad. He tells me where he is, and," Greg paused with a chuckle, "tells me as soon as he'd found you, some cowboy ambushed him 'James Bond' style, and fucked up his face." 

Greg's shoulders shook as he silently laughed at the memory. Sobering, his dark eyes ran up and down Katie's slim length before fixing on his hand as it travelled from her breast up to her throat, fingers playfully drumming along her neckline, feeling her rapid pulse. 

"So, I paid the ranch a visit as soon as I could. I get my price, after all. Remind me to thank your cowboy when we pay him a visit, after I'm done here. Though if he's as heavy as your friend, it'd take a load off if he came to us. Mark, right? You should see what he did to Dom's face, well, I'll let you judge for yourself. 

"Dom is particularly displeased with you, Katie," Greg scolded her, like a doting grandparent. "He was furious enough to involve me. Figured it'd be the perfect way to punish you." He suddenly tightened his fingers around her slim throat, cutting off her airway, then released his grip almost immediately and she gasped her shock and relief. 

"Now, I finally get to play with you," Greg continued, straightening his torso, and the way his kind smile contrasted with his dead eyes was terrifying. "Just play, that's all." 

Greg tapped a finger on his chin thoughtfully. "I thought about doing things that I could blame on your new friends. But then," he sighed, "I gamble that if I return you unscathed, thoroughly tamed, Dom might be convinced to let me play with you later. Maybe we can both play with you at the same time. That would be so much fun," he said, and his bizarre smile transformed into an manic grin as Katie's jaw dropped, horrified by the prospect. 

Cory listened carefully from the other side of the curtain, his body shaking with a seething fury. Although his heart pounded with a black hate, he knew it wouldn't do either of them any good if he lost his mind and verbally abused Greg at this stage. He needed to keep this thoughts together, stay alert, keep an eye out for a critical opportunity.

"Let him go." Cory heard Katie beg for him. "You came here for me," she argued desperately. "And you've got me. Let him go, you don't have to kill him." 

Katie felt awful. Not for herself, but for Cory; there would be ample time to feel sorry for herself later. After the kindness he'd shown her, his death would be on her hands, and evidently Greg was going after Mark as well. Spending time at the ranch, she'd felt safe for the first time in a long time, and it had felt so good to laugh again. But not if she was going to be dragged back to Dom in the end, at the price of innocent lives. Tears escaped the corners of her eyes and she inwardly cursed her lack of control as her eyelashes were dampened by the moisture that dripped down her temples. 

"Please, Greg," she wept, "I'll do whatever you want. I'll do anything. Let him go."

"Oh, I know you'll do what I want," Greg replied in a lightly patronising tone and leaned over her, his brown eyes heavy-lidded with smug desire as he deliberately extended his tongue to lick her. When she instinctively strained her head to the side, he brutally gripped her jaw and whipped her head back to face him. 

"Well, how quickly we forget the things we say," he sniggered. Releasing his hold, he waggled a finger at her warningly, then tapped it on the tip of her pretty nose with each word. "Don't. Move. Sit. Stay." 

Katie closed her eyes and forced herself to lay idle as Greg breathed deeply and lowered his head, his blond hair brushing her cheek, nudging against her affectionately, like they were two animals courting in the wild. Then he turned his face into her temple, and in one awful, slow lick, he collected the trail of Katie's tears from her ear right up to the corner of her eye.

"Mmmm, tasty," Greg breathed delightedly as Katie shuddered with revulsion. "Did you like that? I bet you did. I bet you can't wait to return the favour." He stood and walked over to the dark end of the room, and both Cory and Katie strained forward to see his movements. 

"Well," Greg said mildly, his head tilted thoughtfully as he sauntered forward, and in his hand glinted a sharply curved, mean-looking knife. "Where shall we begin?"

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Cory and Katie's horses back in their stalls, Mark watched them absently, smoking his cigar. 

Despite his controlled composure, he was extremely disturbed. He hated not knowing what had happened to them, he hated being in the dark. Even if they'd been distracted with each other, he knew Cory would never be so careless with the horses. Though he had smiled self-assuringly at the time, his heart skipped a beat upon being informed the horses had found their way home, riderless. 

Mark rarely showed it, but Cory was like a brother to him. Even without a blood-line to relate them, Cory was the only family he had. It would have greatly surprised Cory to know that despite all the mocking and cocky indifference, Mark was emotionally dependent upon him.

Mark was also afraid for Katie. When he'd been notified of their disappearance, he quickly diagnosed his unusual feelings. On this rare occasion, shedding his pride, he turned his sharp perception against himself. The reality irked him, as he finally understood his determination to rescue Katie was his subconscious pursuit of closure. Perhaps if he saved her, he wouldn't feel so guilty about failing to save his mother. If he fixed Katie's life, maybe he could even the score and forgive himself. He'd sealed that hope the instant his fist first collided with Dom's face. He had developed a genuine affection for Katie by drawing parallels between her and his mother. 

Now he felt starkly more helpless than in his childhood. Both Cory and Katie were missing, and though the recent events had entertained him by adding colour to his routine lifestyle with all the lust and intrigue, he was significantly rattled by the recent development.

"Mr Benedict?" the stable-boy, Duncan, tentatively prompted Mark, reminding him of his presence. Even though Mark appeared thoughtfully quiet, the lad knew he was upset by the way the cigar hovered about his lips as his hand shook slightly. 

"Duncan?" he answered, thoughtfully narrowing his eyes at Cory's grey horse as it returned his stare unblinkingly. 

"My brother thinks he found where they stopped," Duncan replied. "Where their tracks finished."

"How is that possible?" Mark asked, still watching the horse. "It's a well-used track, Duncan."

"Well, Mr Benedict, it's not often a guest falls from their mount." As Mark turned to him curiously, Duncan continued, clearing his throat awkwardly. "And I don't think guests are normally dragged from the trail into woodland."

"Drag marks?" Mark's blue eyes widened. 

"Yes," Duncan confirmed. "But only for one person."

This made complete sense. Katie could easily be carried, but Cory's sizeable frame would be better pulled along, than lifted. 

Mark was aware that a car hadn't come near the property for several hours. Marco was already on his way to the ranch. Mark was reluctant to involve the police, his gut-feeling was that it would only bring more trouble. Dirty cops have dirty associates, and despite Cory and Mark's efforts over the last couple of days, Katie remained tight-lipped about Dom and Greg. Her firm belief that they were magically unaccountable for anything they did was a bad sign. Dismissing Duncan from the stables to fetch his brother, Mark considered possibilities.

Though unconfirmed, his instincts told him it was Greg, who'd retreated far too easily after being denied a room at the ranch. From their short meeting, Mark knew that Dom was spontaneous, violently impatient, the type to stupidly rush in with guns blazing. Greg was calm, more calculating, he probably spent the last couple of days in careful preparation and planning. Mark deeply regretted not making Greg's acquaintance, he could have used some background insight. Greg was likely to be more capable than his partner. Mark revised his conclusions.

They were dealing with violent, corrupt cops. Cory and Katie had both been abducted. So, if it was meant to be a simple grab and run, they should have discovered Cory on the track, dead. Someone had gone to the extra effort to take him as well, and not from an area with easy car access. Katie might be easily controlled, but Cory was very strong. If they hadn't killed him, they wouldn't be stupid enough to risk carting him back to the city. Plus, it was highly likely they wanted Mark as well. Greg was Dom's partner, and Dom had cause to hate Mark more than Cory. So, they weren't finished. They were still in the vicinity. 

Mark would be devastated if anything happened to Katie, but he truly didn't know how he'd cope if Cory was dead. Shaking his head briskly, not bearing to dwell on the thought, Mark took a deep breath, determined to figure out a plan. Productively working along the more positive assumption that they were both still alive, it simply came down to one thing. Where the fuck were they being held?

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"We only met briefly, but it's nice to see you again too," Greg told Cory politely, laying the knife aside on a spindly metal table next to the bed. Reaching into his trousers, he pulled out a roll of gaffer tape and peeled off a strip. "And I'm looking forward to making Mark's acquaintance. I ran a background check on the both of you. Interesting stuff. Too bad our conversation is going to be a little one-sided from here."

Using the knife to slice the strip of tape free from the roll, he dropped it back to the table and applied the tape to Cory's mouth with both hands. He grinned as he met Cory's furious light eyes, felt Cory's jaw tighten with unspoken anger as he pressed the ends of the tape firmly against his cheeks. 

"You see," Greg explained, his dark eyes apologetic, "I don't want your screams to override my instructions. But, hey," he roughly patted Cory's cheek, "if she's an avid pupil, you might not scream so much. Well, not until I'm done teaching her a lesson. After that, if you're still breathing, then we can chat. Maybe we can swap stories."

Straightening up, Greg stretched his thick arms to the roof, then dropped them half way and turned side to side, as though he was warming up for an evening jog. Resting his hands on his hips, he tilted his head back and exhaled a long breath through his nose, contemplating Cory through narrowed eyes.

"You're really not afraid, are you?" he asked, but it was more of a statement as he admired the gold fire in Cory's eyes, blazing up at him. "Well, that's different," he observed mildly, as though he was discussing a change in the weather. 

Whistling, he picked up the knife and checked either side of it. Cory naturally tensed as he approached, and on the other side of the curtain, Katie closed her eyes as she heard both the bed jerk and Cory exhale heavily through his nose. 




The Ranch Ch. 04



"Hear that, Katie?" Greg called to her. "Not a sound! I'm impressed!"

Katie trembled uncontrollably. What had Greg done? Cory hadn't even groaned, surely it wasn't too bad? As Greg rounded the curtain, she screamed at the sight of the blood on his t-shirt.

"Oh, calm down, you silly girl," Greg laughed, waving the bloodied knife at her. "I barely sliced him." 

"Oh, God, Greg!" Katie's body shook with her hysteria. "What did you do?"

Greg held his chin and cast his dark eyes upwards with comical consideration. "Hmm, I don't want to ruin the suspense," he said, before dropping his gaze from the ceiling to meet her eyes. 

Katie realised she was finally meeting the side of Greg that she was always afraid of, completely in his element, glorying in his dark addiction. She had never seen him show so much personality, talkative, laughing. And all it took was kidnapping and torturing two people. His brown eyes glowed with bloodlust, and he was slightly breathless with excitement. 

Greg held up the knife suggestively. "Maybe I cut off his dick?" he teased, before letting out a shout of laughter. "No. Trust me, Katie, if I did that, he definitely would have made some noise." Dropping the knife on the bed between Katie's ankles, he came to sit beside her.

"Things with Dom's dad have been slow. I've been so bored lately. And this is so much better than I anticipated," he confided, shaking his head in wonder. He stroked her inner thigh soothingly, leaving a blood mark on her skin. 

"Don't worry, you're hot enough to enjoy without getting bloody. But with him," Greg jerked his head to the curtain, "you're the perfect couple. I can alternate, for as long as I want. And then we can start a new game with Mark. Imagine that, another game in the bank." Straightening on a dreamy sigh, he clapped his hands together and rose from the bed, entwining his fingers in a sincere clasp of gratitude.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Katie," he beamed, like a child being told they could unwrap their Christmas presents early, "for running away."

In one quick movement he ripped his shirt over his head, ruffling his blond hair, and Katie shivered as he stood before her, half-naked. He was well-muscled, but he wasn't as genetically blessed as Mark and Cory. Though, in the scheme of men, Greg's physique was attractive enough, it was really his mind and mannerisms that repulsed her. Running her eyes over him, she could vaguely make out light criss-cross scars across his pecs, and she wouldn't be surprised if they were self-inflicted.

Pulling a key out of his pocket, he approached her, his erection visible through his trousers. Katie wondered disgustedly whether it was her, or cutting Cory, that got him excited.

"I'm going to undo your hands and feet," he told her carefully, dangling the key in front of her face. "But if you try anything stupid, I'll knock you out in a heartbeat, and gut him like a pig. Don't think others haven't tried it before and paid the price."

Greg picked up the knife from the bed as Katie absorbed this new information. "The first slice was just a demonstration, so you know I'm not going to beat around the bush. Now, I'm going to tell you exactly what to do, and if you refuse, or even hesitate, I'll cuff you, and cut him." He pointed the knife threateningly to the curtain. "And you won't know what or where I'm cutting, but you will know that it's your fault. Understand?"

"Y-yes," Katie uttered hoarsely. 

Greg's face broke into that twisted smile. "Look, normally, I love a fighter. But not when I'm dealing in pairs, see? I can't enjoy myself if I'm worried about losing control. So, you have to be good if you don't want it to be bad for him. Simple. But, next time it's just you and me, by all means, give me some struggle." He dropped the knife between her legs and leaned over her to undo her hands, his naked chest close to her face.

"Lick my nipples," he commanded sharply.

"Uh?" Katie gaped at him, confused.

Greg immediately wrenched himself back from the bed, dropped the key in his trousers, picked up the knife, and purposefully strode around to Cory. 

"No!" Katie screamed, her handcuffs clanging against the bed as she frantically struggled. "Please! I didn't understand! Greg!"

This time she heard Cory grunt in pain, and a moment later Greg reappeared, fresh blood on his bare chest. He paused at the foot of her bed, again dropping the bloody knife, and held up a hand as the other rested on his hip.

"I just want to be clear here," he checked. "Because sometimes, when people are scared, they don't listen properly. They don't take in what I say." 

'God, how many have there been?' Katie wondered. 

"So," Greg continued, "if you want me to repeat everything, tell me now. Do you, or do you not understand what the go is?"

"I understand," Katie answered immediately. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I was confused. Please, Greg, don't hurt him." Part of Katie didn't see what good her compliance would do, knowing Greg intended to kill Cory anyway. However, she had no idea what else to do, and it couldn't hurt to buy them more time.

"But you're not confused anymore, right?" Greg questioned calmly, ignoring her plea. "If I punish you, you need to know why, otherwise you won't learn. If you're confused, maybe I'll still enjoy myself, but all my teaching goes out the window. And I really want to spend more time with you, Katie, so I need to get this right for Dom."

"Yes," Katie nodded, taking slow and steady breaths to ward off her building panic. "I understand, completely."

Greg smirked, watching her pretty face crumple as her shoulders shook with uncontrollable sobs. 

"I don't know what you're sooking about," he remarked, "you're getting out of this in one piece." He jerked his head in Cory's direction. "He's the one who should be crying, but he ain't. He's not even scared, and I can tell. I wish I could keep him longer. I just hope Mark is of the same calibre."

Greg stepped forward, again plucking the key from the pocket of his green pants, shaking his head as he thought about Cory. "He's not scared," he repeated, unlocking Katie's cuffs. "There's something not quite right about our friend, Cory, don't you think? But look who's talking!" he laughed manically, appreciating the irony of his observation. 

Katie rubbed her sore wrists and watched as Greg unlocked each of her ankles. He stood back, swinging a pair of cuffs around his finger, looking down at her frozen form with a little calculating smile. Absently, he rubbed his hand across his chest, spreading Cory's blood over his skin like red warpaint.

"Now, beautiful," he said softy, his voice lightly humming with arousal, "get on your knees."

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Mark was crouched down, inspecting the track when Marco briskly turned the corner and jogged toward him.

"Duncan, please give me a moment with Mr Benedict," Marco panted, and the stable boy immediately left with his brother.

Mark stood to his full height, and Marco saw the bleakness in his eyes.

"I don't know what to do," Mark said quietly, but his voice quivered with barely-restrained panic. 

"Mark," Marco said, addressing him on a first-name basis for the first time in his employ. "Pull yourself together. If you are right that they haven't left the area, I think I know where they could be. We know that we shouldn't call the police. We know that Greg works for Dom's father-"

"Wait, what?" Mark narrowed his eyes at Marco. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"K-Katie told me," Marco stuttered in confusion, wondering if Mark had lost his mind.

"How do you know that about Greg?" Mark asked, astounded.

"Katie, Mr Benedict, Katie," Marco confirmed, as though talking to a mentally challenged kitchen-hand. "We talked the other day, you met me in the lobby." He looked at Mark, seriously concerned. "You remember that, don't you?"

"Jesus," Mark swore, raking a hand through his unruly dark hair for the hundredth time in the last hour. "Why the fuck would she tell you, and not me?" 

Mark suddenly turned on Marco, who stepped back in bewilderment at the fierce change in his expression. "Marco," he demanded hoarsely, "we're running out of time. You must tell me everything Katie told you."

********************************************************************

Katie's knees felt grazed as she knelt on the rough, splintered floorboards in front of Greg, looking up at him with both fear and disgust.

"Undo my pants, take out my dick," he ordered, hands on his hips.

Remembering how quickly Greg had cut Cory, she didn't hesitate, and began to undo his trousers with shaking hands, her limbs still heavy from the effects of the drug.

"Faster!" Greg barked, and Katie flinched, all her nerves on end.

Pulling his cock from his underwear, it bounced toward her and Katie was extremely disappointed to discover that he had a large one. Going by his sadism, Katie assumed, or rather hoped, that Greg had 'small penis' syndrome. 

"Do I have to ask?" He grinned down at her as she wrapped her hand around him.

Katie cringed and parted her lips to take him in her mouth, but he slapped her cheek away from his cock.

"Yes, I do. What did I tell you?" Greg smirked, grabbing her wrist and dragging her to the bed, roughly cuffing her. "You do everything I tell you to do, and nothing else."

Again he picked up the knife and disappeared around the orange curtain, and this time Cory groaned against the tape across his mouth.

Katie shut her eyes in anguish, realising Greg deliberately baited her. In her current predicament, she deeply regretted running from Dom. Anything would be better than this, than being the reason for Cory's prolonged, painful death. At the same time she knew this was exactly what Dom wanted - to teach her how bad things could be, make her feel like being with him wasn't so bad after all. It was working. 

Soon enough, Greg was back to uncuff her wrist from the bed. 

"Now where were we?" Greg asked her, and Katie didn't move, determined not to give him another reason to cut Cory.

Noticing she watched him carefully for instruction, Greg nodded. "Good," he observed, stepping back from her a few paces. "Crawl to me."

Katie got down onto her hands and knees, moving forward across the dirty floor until she was again at his feet.

"Up on your knees, and start sucking," he ordered. "Make sure your eyes never leave mine, except to blink."

Taking a deep breath, Katie's green eyes glittered with reluctance as she quickly took him into her mouth and began to vigorously suck him, as though she was trying to extract a golf-ball from a garden-hose. 

"Holy hell, Katie," Greg marvelled, "you're a natural!" Grinning down at her from his height, loving the sparks of hate in her emerald eyes, he jerked a thumb in Cory's direction. "You got the hots for this guy, or what?"

It was true. There was no way Katie would do what she was doing with so much enthusiasm if it weren't for Cory.

"Ok," Greg sighed, curling his fingers through her soft, dark hair to make a tight fist, "time to take it deeper. You can do it."

Katie gagged as she felt Greg's sizeable cock poking the entrance to her throat. He tasted like musty, odorous sweat. It was very unpleasant, obviously Greg hadn't showered after going to the time and effort to set up his little torture shed, and he must have exerted himself in the kidnapping and transport.

"If I weren't seriously enjoying myself right now, I'd fucking cut him again," Greg threatened, pressing his hips forward into Katie's face. "I said deeper!" he shouted, thrusting. 

Katie looked at him imploringly and couldn't stop herself from whining around his cock as it began to squeeze down her throat. She told herself to calm down, breathe through her nose, which was particularly hard to do whilst looking into his callous brown eyes.

"Ooh, that was nice," Greg moaned at her, patting her like a dog with his other hand as he felt the vibrations from her muted plea run along his shaft.

Katie retched as he slowly pulled out of her throat. He moved back until just the head of his cock rested on her tongue while she continued to suck, struggling not to vomit on him.

"Dom will be pleased," Greg nodded, his breathing a little unsteady. "Apparently you suck at giving head, no pun intended," he laughed lightly. 

Shoving her forehead with his palm, he pushed her head off him, and her lush mouth pulled off his cock with a wet 'pop'.

"Bend over the bed, hands on the railing," he instructed, angling his head as she scrambled up to do his bidding. "I don't know why I thought you'd be difficult," he pondered, "you know, I'm kind of disappointed."

Tears dripped over Katie's cheeks onto the mattress as she leaned across the coarse, chipped metal. Feeling Greg step up behind her, she gripped the railing so tightly her knuckles turned white. Stroking one hand up and down her smooth, trembling back, the other was on his cock, rubbing the head all over her ass and pussy. Then he moved back and she felt his knuckles lightly brush around her pussy and press firmly against her. 

"Ever been fisted, Katie?" Greg breathed, with a particularly sinister edge to his voice. 

Shaking her head in reply, Katie had to bite down on her lip to stop herself from blubbering for mercy. Somehow, she could feel Cory's rage from the other side of the curtain.

"Don't worry," Greg exhaled with disappointment. "That's not on the menu today. Dom likes you nice and tight."

Katie heard Greg spit on his hand, then felt his newly-moistened cock-head stab at her pussy.

"Owww," she whimpered quietly as he forced his cock into her, moving out an inch then jabbing deeper with each thrust.

Soon the bed was creaking as Greg fucked her, pushing her down toward the mattress with his driving force. He bent and grazed her sleek shoulder with his teeth, before straightening, tugging her neck back by her dark hair, but still keeping her bent over with his fist in her lower back.

"Good, Katie. Good!" he panted, pulling her hair harder toward him so he could see her lovely face wincing in pain. "Oh, yes. This is so fucking hot," he shut his eyes, savouring the moment, "fucking your sweet tight pussy, while your friend bleeds out."

Katie cried out as he amped up the thrusting, the sound of the metal bed rapidly scooting across the floor with their movements as he brutally jackhammered her.

"Tell me you want this," Greg grunted with his efforts, "tell me you want my cum inside you."

"I...I want you t-to come inside me-e..." Katie gasped, never having experienced such rough sex in her life, not even with Dom.

"Yeah, well," he responded, "that's not allowed. So when I pull out, you're gonna get back on your knees, mouth open, tongue out."

Katie nodded, relieved that he was almost done. He quickly pulled out and she dropped to her knees in time to receive several streams of cum across her open mouth, lips, cheeks. For the last pumps he rested his cock on her waiting tongue, squeezing the last drops out with his tight fist. 

Panting, he looked down at her, enjoying the sight. Tucking his cock away into his trousers, he spoke, and his next words cancelled out all the relief she'd felt a minute ago.

"Something you should know about me," he said, still catching his breath. "I can come several times without needing a breather, so we're not done here, not by a long shot. Maybe certain activities are off-limits, but I have clearance to use all your holes." He bared his teeth in a nasty grin as petrified understanding spread across Katie's wet face. 

Katie looked up at him bleakly, her face warmed by the hot cum he'd just deposited on her, letting it leak from her mouth since he didn't tell her to swallow. For the hundredth time she wished Cory wasn't being held hostage, so she could tell Greg to try his worst and get fucked, convince him to kill her or find a way to kill herself. 

Annoyed, Greg narrowed his eyes at her defeated form, still docilely on her knees. Then he picked up a pair of cuffs and secured her wrists to the end of the bed, leaving her sitting on the floor.

"You're boring me now, you know that?" he sneered at her silence, hands on hips. "I thought you'd be more fun. But you're only good for sucking and fucking. I'm going to have a chat with Cory before I fuck your ass."

There were three facades to Greg's personality. There was his everyday creepy-calm, the thrilled murderous deviant, and on few occasions, the irrationally frustrated control-freak. Katie had almost perfectly complied with Greg's instructions, which was what he planned, except he hadn't anticipated she'd cooperate so quickly. In his sick, backward way, getting what he wanted so easily was a little aggravating.

Whilst Dom hated to be challenged and demanded immediate submission, Greg liked to earn it. He got off on their fear, but there wasn't as much satisfaction toying with someone whose walls had already collapsed before he'd even touched them. He wanted to be the one to reduce them to a shrieking terror, make them eat their words humiliatingly, admit he had broken them down, validate his control. Although it rarely occurred, nothing made him crazier than when things didn't run perfectly to plan. It was his pet hate. 

Using Cory as collateral evidently snuffed the wildcat in Katie, which he knew was there, he'd seen it flash in her striking green eyes when Dom bullied her. Perhaps he'd get to meet that kitty when it was just the two of them. Greg's mind turned to Cory's baffling lack of reaction. Cory didn't beg when he saw the knife, or even plead with his eyes after being cut, which, in Greg's dealings with people, was as good as sighting a unicorn. It wasn't often Greg was surprised, and with his lust temporarily eased, his interest switched from Katie to Cory.



The Ranch Ch. 05



Lissa's gait was wobbly as she walked into breakfast on the arms of the two men. She felt an odd pride as all eyes turned toward them. She wished that everyone could have seen her triumph the night before. The power she had felt when she made tears flow from Gables pale green eyes, and forced Colin to scream with pleasure. 

She had never felt so strong as when she surrendered herself to them, to do with as they would. 

They surprised her by grabbing her hands and taking her to the glass walled shower, and turning on the multiple showerheads. They stood as the hot water sluiced over them, and soaped one another. 

"I have to pee." Lissa started to leave the stall.

Colin took her arms in his big hands and held her, looking down into her eyes. "Go!"

The warm liquid washed down the insides of her legs and she blushed. Even when she was finished she still felt it and looked down to see Colin letting loose a steam of golden piss. She stepped back in time to see Gable arc a stream of urine catching first Colin, then her. Instantly the water washed them clean and she shrieked and danced away. Lifting a hand she playfully directed a stream of water into their faces. 

Colin lifted her in his arms and held her as she squealed and giggled. Gable detached one of the showerheads and adjusted the spray. He brought it over and held it against her pussy, urging her to spread her legs. He played the water over her clitoris until she thrashed so hard that Colin almost dropped her. Gable released the hand shower and helped support her, kissing her deeply as he pressed her between them. Colin's lips and tongue followed the line of her jaw and throat, searching out her mouth, and somehow joining Gable in a three-way kiss. 

Gable soaped his hand and stroked between her legs his long fingers slipping into the tight channel of her vagina. As Colin tightened his grip with one hand he began to bugger her with soapy fingers, the burning sensation making her feet kick in ineffectual little circles several inches above the tile floor. Each man had circled her narrow waist with a powerful arm and she was unable to move, not that she wanted to. Even though their pricks were flaccid, worn out from the evening's strenuous activities, they still managed to make her shriek with pleasure. 

Just as she felt herself nearing completion they stopped and stepped away from her. Her knees were weak and she looked from one to the other, the water still lashing her body from all angles. 

Colin looked regretful but Gable suddenly seemed stern as he spoke. "Come!" He directed Colin to exit, then walked out leaving her to turn off the water and follow. "Wash this!" He handed her the snake, holding it by the ring and forcing her to touch the soiled length. Both men had dried off and wrapped towels around their hips. "And stay wet. I want you wet."

She washed the snake and resoaped it, knowing somehow this was what they wanted. When she returned with the clean and soapy 'snake', Gable already had the whip in his hands so she handed the sex toy to her husband. She waited for their command, her head bowed. Colin's voice was gruff when he barked, "Go to the foot of the bed and take hold."

She did as he ordered and stood bent at the waist her hands trembling on the wooden rail. When Colin started to feed the snake into her she almost came; the sensation of fullness combined with the slight burning of the soap was maddening. She squirmed as he finished, and was rewarded with a slashing blow from the flail. Her bowels tried to eject the rubber that filled it but the last larger bump kept it in place. 

"Count." Gable's voice ground out. He didn't tell her how many were coming, which was very cruel. Excitement made her pussy begin to leak cream. "One?"

"Start now." The 'one' this time came out as a moan. Before she could catch her breath the next blow fell. 

"Two." Tears sprang from her eyes. Gable took his time before he struck again, this time aiming at the back of her knees. "Threeee." She screamed as she let go of the rail and stepped aside. "I'm sorry." She tried to return to her place, but Gable ordered Colin to bind her. 

He cuffed her wrists and tied them to rings in the bedposts, leaving her bent over the rail, with her arms outstretched on either side.

"Now where was I," Gable played the lash over her smooth back as her breasts hung full and aching, brushing the oak rail with each breath.

"Th...three?"

"Of course. I will let you decide my dear. How many more?"

His offer surprised her; she could stop this if she wished. It would shame her in his eyes if she did, and for reasons she could not explain to herself, she didn't want to disappoint him. She could say twenty-two and match his courage but she feared it would be past enduring. 

"Whatever you think is...appropriate." Her voice was not shaking which pleased her.

His hand ran over her bottom testing the ring in the middle and shaping the smooth skin with his long fingers. "I think five."

She tried to hide her relief and readied herself. Only two left to go.

"Five more. Starting," a blow came with surprising force, "now."

"FOUR!" She was afraid to lose count because she knew he would start over. This whipping was twice as painful as the first, the flail reawakening the raw nerves, still irritated from the previous flogging. 

On and on it when, until she had taken eight blows. She collapsed, sobbing only to have a vicious blow land on the back of her thighs where they met her bottom, making her strain at the bonds. "Nine." Five starting after the fourth lash she guessed as tears splashed onto the sheet.

She forced herself to stand as straight as she was able and looked at Colin. Amazingly his penis was growing hard, even after everything. Gable came forward and offered her the whip, which she kissed dutifully. He too was partially erect. 

They lifted her, between them and flipped her onto the bed so that now she lay on her back with her arms still stretched wide over her head. The cotton sheet felt like sandpaper on her ass, it was so tender.

Colin got between her legs and lifted them over his shoulders. He kneaded the ruddy butt cheeks as he rammed his tongue into her cunt. Gable sucked on her nipples, as they stood enticingly erect. Between them they drove her to the point of madness. 

Gable inched down her torso licking and biting at her velvet skin. When the two men met they kissed, then Colin went back to tonguing her vagina as Gable started to roll her clitoris between his teeth, his long prick banging into her face. Colin forced her widespread legs even further back until her knees touched her breasts and her ass was in the air. 

The picture of Colin, in the dining room on the bench, being reamed in this position flashed in her mind. It was so vulnerable, so exposed. She started to climb toward orgasm and Colin began to pull the 'snake' out, slowly. Gable held her legs down against her belly, tongue fucking her as Colin tortured her ass. She bucked and it was all they could do to hold her as she began to come apart. 

When she finally collapsed weeping and spread eagle on the bed the two men kissed her and praised her. 

Gable uncuffed her and turning her on her side, lay down behind her. Drawing her against him, he soothed her as she shook with small post orgasm tremors. 

Colin lay facing her and by lifting her leg over his he slipped his now hard penis between her ultra sensitive labia. He only entered part way and didn't move. 

She felt Gable rubbing a soothing cream on her bottom and was not surprised when he too sank into her, the pressure causing her to catch her breath as he slid home and his pubic hair rubbed the heated flesh of her ass. He somehow pulled a cover over them all and she lay with her head on Colin's sinewy, smooth shoulder, with Gable curled like a spoon against her backside. He reached around and stroked both her and Colin with his hard callused fingers, and she sighed at how perfect it was.

It was a different sort of excitement, this peaceful coming together. It seemed like forever before they came, rocking slowly together, letting her internal muscles clasp the big pricks as they inched in and out in turn. They were still inside her when she came again and fell asleep.

*

There was a surprise the next day at dinner. A new couple had arrived, a young couple only a few years older than Colin and Lissa. The man was balding and a bit plump. The woman was small with large breasts and full hips.

Colin was startled when he and Lissa were seated next to them, after a few words from Thomas. Rachel, the brunette cowgirl who had ridden him the evening Lissa was 'punished' was eyeing the new couple hungrily. He thought she must like fresh meat. 

After the introductions were made the man leaned over to Colin. He was wearing a black silk robe and was sweating. "What exactly goes on here. What's with those costumes, I mean they're great, especially on your wife." He ogled Lissa. 

"They make life so simple." Colin took Lissa's hand and urged her to her feet. With a glance at Thomas her pushed her forward and ran his fingers down her ass, cupping her pussy and tugging on the soft curls. "Rachel, come here, please." 

Lissa stayed where she was as he left, waiting to see what he was up to. When Rachel arrived he guided her between the couple's chairs, pushed her down and without foreplay drove into her pussy. It didn't matter; she was already wet and grunted with pleasure. The wife, Karen seemed shocked while Phil the newcomer husband watched hungrily. 

Gable and Charlie came over and Colin thought one of them might do Lissa, but they took off the wife's negligee and lifted her onto the table, with her pussy under Rachel's face. Rachel pushed against Colin until he stepped back and she was able to eat Karen's pussy. 

Charlie pulled the woman down and when she lay flat with her head over the edge of the thick plank table, he slipped his penis into her mouth, all the time kneading her pillow soft white breasts. Karen's legs came up and over Rachel's shoulders, who had to brace herself on her elbows as Colin fucked her nonstop from behind. "My wife's waiting, Phil." Colin felt an odd sense of power and pride. "Do anything you want."

Phil stepped behind Lissa and rubbed her backside, tracing the fading stripes with a finger. "Do we always eat here, on these tables." He seemed fastidious suddenly even as his fingers strayed into her wet pussy. 

"You can eat anything you want, anywhere you want." Thomas laughed, "but if you're squeamish I'll tell you everything is disinfected before every meal. 

Colin noticed that the prim Phil had pushed his tongue into Lissa's pussy, and was noisily eating her, his nose buried between the white globes of her bottom. He stood suddenly and tried to force his way into her ass, as if fearful someone would stop him. 

He wasn't large but without lubrication the attempt made Lissa yelp. 

The tables had been cleared after dinner and Phil looked around frantically. He went to the buffet and returned with a stick of butter. It was real butter and hard, so he ran the cold square shape over her asshole, trying to lubricate his path. Again he pushed into her, this time all the way and fucked her wildly. He kept looking over at Karen, as she was spitted on Charlie's prick with Rachel tirelessly tongue whipping her pussy. She had already come once and was starting to moan again. 

Thomas moved behind Phil and slipped into his ass with surprising ease. 

Before the evening was over Gable had pushed the whole stick of butter into Phil's ass and pounded it deep with his long rod. 

Lissa hadn't come, Colin noticed, guessing Phil had been too excited to last very long. She didn't seem to care; happy to have helped Phil and Karen get started. Several of the others were still working on the new couple, but Colin and Lissa were exhausted.

When Colin escorted Lissa to their room they slept in each other's arms simply happy to be together. 

The next evening Phil and Karen stayed in their room. After dinner Thomas directed Colin and Lissa to follow him and a few of the others. They went into a narrow dark room, and were astonished to see a wide window showing the interior of the new couple's room. The room was the same as theirs; the window corresponded to the location of the large mirror opposite the beds. 

"You watched us?" 

"Of course." Thomas stood at the window and looked on as the door to the room was thrown open and a group of cowboys and cowgirls stormed in. "Watch." 

Phil leapt of the bed and stood between the intruders and his wife. "What...what do you want?" 

"Shut up." It was Gables voice, the tone making Colin shudder. He tipped his head at the others. "Strip them and cuff them."

Colin sensed Lissa coming close to the glass, pressing against his side as she watched, as ardent as he. They watched as the couple were roughly bared and cuffed. Karen appeared to be frightened but Phil seemed aroused already. 

"This is important." Thomas sounded for all the world like a professor lecturing his students.

"Watch, it will help you pleasure them in the future. Karen is secretly turned on by women, though she has never acted on it, at least until last night. Phil is a different story; he has buried a major fantasy life for years, using porn and masturbation to satisfy truly unusual fetishes. 

In the room Charlie took Phil and held him with his arms behind his back. "We know what you want to see."

A nervous looking Karen was lifted and taken to one of the beds. Gunner already lounged there; half sitting as he absently pumped his huge prick, making it stand arrogantly from his thatch of dark blond pubic hair. 

One of the girls dabbed some cream on the tip as two of the men held Karen suspended over it. She realized what was happening and shrieked. "I don't like this. We...we tried and had to stop. It hurt." Her words came out in a rush even as the men lowered her onto Gunner's lap. 

"You can't say no, Karen." Charlie growled as he forced Phil to bend closer and watch the sodomy. 

Jade, one of the cowgirls knelt between Karen's thighs and helped the men on either side of the bed guide the gasping woman down onto Gunners erection. "Go slow, slower. Oh, oh it hurts, careful." Karen wailed but didn't ask them to stop, Colin noticed. 

After a long time she came to rest on Gunners lap. The men walked away and she flailed about trying to relieve the strain on her limbs. Jade lifted the moaning woman's legs and eased them up and over her shoulders. Then she buried her face in the plump little pussy between them. At the same time, Gunner reached around and worked on Karen's ample breasts, rolling the hard tips between his fingers, the twosome making the woman bawl with pleasure. 

"You see," Suyen spoke from behind the watchers. "Karen, could never just let herself enjoy being with a woman, hence the display of 'force'. She had to be punished, by the sodomy, before she could accept the pleasure." 

"That's punishment?" Lissa sounded incredulous.

"Not all of us are anal centric, dear Lissa." Thomas laughed. "You and Colin found your bliss, and Karen and Phil will find theirs."

Suyen ran her hands across their backs and stepped between them. "You'll find Phil has much in common with you."

In the room Karen's toes were pointed at the ceiling as she moaned with pleasure. Phil still watched his prick hard and ready. 

Gable buckled a heavy belt around Phil's waist and snapped the cuffed wrists to either side. Then he clipped some sort of clamps onto the shaking man's nipples.

"Ahhh!" The sound came out like a pained sigh. Gable literally led him by his dick to the leather armchair and pushed him down over the thick roll of padding that ran along the top. Phil's face was almost on the seat as he hung helpless over the back of the chair. The burly 'master of discipline' reached between Phil's legs and handled the cock and balls roughly. He fastened some sort of strap around them binding them tightly. 

Karen had come noisily and was still being double-teamed by Gunner and Jade. Now she watched, as her husband was man handled and bound.

Gable was only partially erect and so called on Charlie, whose prick he salved and steered into Phil. Phil began squealing as the massive invasion began. "Squeal like a piglet." Charlie laughed as he rammed home. 

"That burns." Phil blubbered kicking back ineffectually at Charlie's legs. 

"He thinks THAT burns, Gabe." Charlie didn't stop for a moment. 

"Don't call me Gabe," Gable snapped. "Hold his head down." Rachel sat backwards in the chair and with her legs sprawled wide and held Phil's face down against her pussy. 

Charlie stood straight and kept hammering into the helpless Phil, as Gable took up his favorite toy. He began to lash the exposed flesh; the white smooth back growing red as Gable struck with precision at first, then almost wildly, as he grew aroused. 

When a few of the knotted thongs hit Charlie's prick, he backed away with a jerk, causing Phil to let loose a muffled scream as his ass was suddenly, roughly emptied. Gable stepped behind him and laid into the exposed bottom. First one side then the other, he viciously crisscrossed the plump cheeks with welts. 

Lissa was pressed against the glass and Colin was getting turned on too. When Charlie had withdrawn so precipitously he could be seen wearing a ribbed condom. When Gable finally finished his discipline, he too pulled on a condom with shaking fingers. In this place, where birth control and disease were not a concern, Colin wondered why. 

"They are using a stronger unguent than was used on you." Thomas lectured even as he began to fuck Suyen from behind, so they could continue to watch. "Phil has a taste for a different sort of discomfort. He truly longs to be tortured, and is fortunate to have come to us."

"Yesss!" Suyen gasped and then continued to speak. "He might have been killed had he gotten mixed up with the wrong people. The...the rough...trade is very dangerous." 

Gable battered Phil while the girl, held his head between her thighs, all the while raking his shoulders violently with her long red nails. Now, each time his ass was filled the man sighed, with a hollow wailing sound. 

On the bed, Karen still impaled, lay limply in Gunners arms, with Jade lounging between her legs stroking her slit. She had come twice and was still being rocked by Gunner, as she watched her husband being abused. 

"You see...ah harder dear...Karen will gradually come to associate pleasure with Phil's pain." Suyen stopped speaking and panted as her orgasm took over. Breathless she continued, "She will learn to dominate him, and enjoy it."

"All of you must think of ways to help them." Thomas ordered solemnly as he kissed his wife. "We are always looking for new ideas."

To Be Continued...



The Ranch Ch. 05



Cory was careful to take slow breaths. If he got his heart-rate up, the bleeding would be worse. Greg hadn't hurt him too seriously, it was all for show. Cory figured this out after the second cut - Greg was saving the big guns for until after he had served his purpose. Greg was carving a pattern of X's along Cory's chest, similar to the criss-crossed scars on his own, but perhaps a little deeper. The first cross was bearable, but each consequent slice hurt significantly as it passed over the previous.

Cory was fully clothed, except his brown shirt had been ripped open for the cutting. Unlike Katie, who had been carried, Cory was a little battered after being roughly dragged along uneven ground. His clothes were covered in patches of damp dirt and traces of leaf and twig. Greg had retreated into the dark to get something, and approached Cory carrying a medium-sized black sack.

"So, Cory," Greg began conversationally, setting the bag down and sitting next to him on the bed, "did you like listening to our little romp next door? Hmm?" Without warning, he ripped the gaffer tape from Cory's mouth.

"No," Cory replied, keeping a lid on his rage, knowing Greg would enjoy his reaction. "You're going to pay for that."

Greg tipped his lead back with genuine mirth. "Wow. You are something else." Evidently in a good mood, his blond hair curled across his forehead as he looked down at Cory's blood on his hands. "So what's the deal with her, anyway?" he jerked his head in Katie's direction. Both men could hear her softly crying on the other side of the curtain. "You think you're in love, or something?"

"You're going to get caught, you know," Cory ignored his question, glaring at him. "Your luck will run out. It's inevitable."

"Oh," Greg said thoughtfully, unconcerned. "I guess it goes to show how little you know about me." He lifted his head to the curtain. "Katie, honey," he called, "how much have you told these guys?"

"Nothing," they heard her mumble. 

"Well, I'll determine if you're lying about that in a moment," he replied sweetly, his tone contrasting with the threat. He turned back to Cory. 

"So, here's the thing," he explained. "I'm not really a cop." Noting Cory's surprise, he smiled. "Well, I am a cop. I mean, I have the gig, but I'm not trained or anything. My whole career and qualifications are fake. Aside from some monkey training, all that's legit is my recommendation - Dom's dad. George is the real deal, retired big-wig with medals and all. He was at the top of the tree, so he can hand out the apples. Thought it'd be easier to make me part of the law since I spend so much time breaking it on his behalf. Being a cop comes in handy when I need to get information or cover shit up, but my passion lies with the background work. You know, debt collection, interrogation, disposal.

The same goes for Dom, he's as of much a cop as Jesus was a Nazi. But he doesn't do any work for his dad. He just enjoys the power that comes with his position. Sure came in handy when he saw her." Again his eyes flicked to the orange curtain.

"What are you spilling your guts for?" Cory growled. "You're going to kill me anyway."

"Well, where would my manners be if I didn't spill mine before I spill yours?" Greg smiled. 

"So, do you make a habit of incriminating yourself?" asked Cory, genuinely curious. "I thought you'd be smarter than that."

"Ah," Greg smirked, "I only share with people living on borrowed time. Katie's the only exception to that policy. No one has survived to share my secrets. Actually," he frowned, straining his memory, "there was this one guy who really surprised me. Managed to sever his own leg while I was taking a shit, can you believe it? Fucker bled out before I could get the information I needed." 

Katie listened intently from the other side, discovering things that she had no idea about. She knew Dom and Greg weren't afraid of the law they supposedly upheld, but she didn't know it ran to the extent of numerous bloody murders. She thought fate had thrown them together as a nightmare duo, that Greg met George through Dom, not the other way around.

"You'll get caught," Cory repeated. "Mark would have reported us missing by now." Looking into his fierce eyes, Greg recognised that Cory wasn't just talking for show, trying to persuade him to back down. Cory really believed what he was saying.

"Well," Greg licked a finger and swirled the blood around his chest as it began to dry on him. "You're not the first to tell me that. When I get that speech, it's always from someone who's trussed up and begging. And, no, you haven't been reported missing, I've got people waiting for that call. I make good use of my resources." 

Becoming bored with their conversation, he turned the topic. "So, tell me about you and Mark, and that girl," he said. "Did that have anything to do with your cousin, Alex?"

Cory hesitated, and Greg noticed the red tint that crept across Cory's cheekbones, particularly the way his light eyes glanced almost nervously toward the curtain. "Oho," Greg said, softly. "Of course. She doesn't know, why would she?" 

"It's not what it looks like," Cory replied, grimly.

"Hah!" Greg gave a shout of laughter, slapping his knee. "That's exactly what I said when I got sprung questioning a police-informant. Ironic, right? Next thing, I had a second body to get rid of. 

"Anyway, your own file was pretty buried, yet Alex has a record longer than my dick, and he's a free man. Which means you know as well as I do, that money can get you out of any fix, if you have enough of it. You and Mark must be loaded." 

Cory didn't respond. But a sharp breath hissed through his grit teeth as Greg unexpectedly jabbed a finger into the centre of one of the crosses on Cory's chest. "No comment? I'll get blood out of this stone. You seem like a pretty straight guy, which interests me," Greg murmured, dark eyes narrowing as he pressed harder, causing more blood to drip brightly over his finger and down Cory's abs. 

Perking up at the sight of fresh blood, Greg's thoughts switched back to Katie. "Maybe you're a little unique," he smiled coldly, pondering Cory's supreme control over his emotions, "but when I really get down to business, you're all the same." His soulless eyes rested on the black bag. "I look forward to finding out. But I can't have any real fun with you, until I'm done with her."

"If you touch her again," Cory promised quietly, "I'll kill you."

"Well, big guy," Greg answered his threat, unimpressed, "unless you can manage to kill me in the next few minutes, you're just full of bullshit bravado. When I'm done busting a nut, we'll talk again. Maybe I'll show you some of my toys." Replacing the tape across Cory's mouth, Greg dusted off his hands and went to torment Katie.

When Greg approached her, Katie didn't shrink away, but glared up at him with a fierce, burning hatred. Clearly overhearing their conversation, she was somewhat comforted that Cory was alive and evidently healthy enough to talk back in her defence. But she was also disconcertedly curious about what Greg had seen on Cory's file.

As his cruel eyes locked with hers, he smiled. "That's more like it," he approved, crouching down in front of her, tracing a finger down her cheek, scooping up a streak of his cum and forcing it into her mouth. "Suck."

Katie cooperatively sucked his finger, tasting Cory's blood on it, glowering at Greg with disgust as he mockingly wiggled it around her mouth. She had no illusions that spending time with Greg would be pleasant, but the reality of the experience was far worse than she could have imagined. When he was done, he withdrew his finger and put it in his own mouth, chuckling at the look of horrified surprise on her face.

"So, are you ready to be ass-fucked?" he asked, leaning forward and extending his tongue towards her tauntingly. Katie's wrists jerked against the cuffs as he suddenly grabbed her throat and forced his lips over hers, jabbing his tongue into her mouth, not caring that his cum was all over her face. Trembling with revulsion under his animalistic French kiss, Katie would have much preferred he punched her in the face. Pulling back, he slid his hand from her throat, up to her jaw and pressed down. "Open wide," he ordered, and when she complied, he spat into her mouth.

"That's a head-start. Because I'm guessing you want to get my dick wet first, huh? I'd give it a real good slobbering if I were you," he advised, unlocking her hands and standing. Stepping over her towards the bed, he casually grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her up onto the old mattress with him. 

"Look at us in bed together, like newly-weds," Greg joked, laying back and using his hold on her hair to direct her on all fours, face in his crotch. "Consider this practice for your honeymoon. A word of advice, when Dom tells you about it, you'd better respond enthusiastically." He shifted backwards until he was sitting up against the metal bed-frame, in a better position to watch her. 

"Now, ask me if you can suck my dick," he ordered, forcing her head closer to his groin.

"Can I suck your dick?" Katie said mechanically, looking at him as though he were a putrid, green slug under her shoe.

"No, no," Greg chided lightly, "ask nicely." A horrible smile spread across his face as he saw her jaw clench. This was so much better. Now that the shock had worn off, she was becoming desensitised to the abuse and starting to show her hate. He enjoyed punishing for disobedience, much more than for incompetence. Soon he'd get a rise out of her, and have an excuse to cut Cory again. 

"Greg, may I please suck your dick?" Katie asked with icy politeness.

"I suppose, since you ask so nicely," Greg grinned mockingly as her stunning eyes flashed jade at him. As she took his hardening cock out of his trousers, he halted her with his palm against her forehead. 

"Who's your master?" Greg tested her, his dark eyes alight with malicious lust.

Katie paused, eyes widening as she struggled to get it right. If she answered 'Greg' instead of 'Dom', Cory might get cut since Greg was supposedly teaching her to submit to Dom. Then again, the same principle could be applied vice versa - Greg was in control now, and he was evidently savouring it. 

"Whoever you want it to be," she answered carefully, holding her breath. It was the only way to technically indicate either Greg or Dom, or both. 

"Clever girl," Greg nodded, disappointed she figured out his trick question. He tilted his head thoughtfully.

"What are you going to say when Dom tells you you're engaged?" he goaded, his eyes dancing as he enjoyed her shaking inner-turmoil, watching her visibly fight to control her temper. The wildcat was beginning to surface, and he felt his heart quicken with the thrill of it.

Katie came excruciatingly close to exploding in a screaming tirade at Greg, and spitting out every insulting thing about Dom that she could think of. Instead, she drew a very long, shaky breath, and put her game face on. There was Cory to think of.

"I will tell him how happy that makes me," she snarled.

"Are you sure?" Greg questioned mildly, tilting his head. "You don't sound happy. We'll have to work on that, won't we? Start sucking." He smugly released her forehead and watched her cute, pink mouth stretch around his throbbing cock. After enjoying her attentions for a few slow minutes, he pushed her head off him.

"Turn around," he said roughly, his arousal building, "get into sixty-nine." 

Katie awkwardly clambered over him and nervously backed up until her knees were on either side of his waist, her pussy facing him.

"Continue," Greg commanded, and Katie heard him spit on his fingers. She almost bit down on his cock in surprise when he squeezed a finger into her ass. 

"Cory's very, very lucky you reined in that bite," Greg told her, when he felt her mouth contract around him in shock. Spitting again, he forced two fingers inside her ass and began to move them in and out.

"I'm doing you a favour, really," he said thickly, loving the feel of her warm mouth suctioning him while he slowly finger-fucked her ass, occasionally brushing this thumb over her pussy, reddened from his fucking. He was slightly hypnotised, alternating his cold-blooded gaze between his fingers entering her ass, and his cock disappearing into her mouth. With his other hand he reached under and squeezed her breast, cruelly pinching her nipple until she moaned pleadingly around his cock.

Greg was in heaven. He had a mild fixation on Katie, catering to the pure psychological cliché that you always want what you can't have. And for a long year it had been Greg's understanding that he could never have Katie. A little thrill passed through him, thinking about the random luck of his current arrangement with Dom. Up until recently, she had been the prey that got away. And now, though ultimately she belonged to Dom, he was totally owning her. Removing his fingers from her ass, he slid both hands over her buttocks and spread her ass cheeks. 

"Nice," he whispered, spitting on her ass. Pushing on her perfectly rounded cheeks with his hands, he forced her to crawl forward on the bed, giving him room to raise onto his knees behind her. Katie flinched as he sharply slapped her bare behind.

"This might not be as fun as before," Greg warned her, and Katie couldn't suppress a shriek as he pushed into her half an inch. He heard Cory growl angrily, fighting his restraints on the other side of the curtain.

"Oh, God, no! Stop! Please!" Katie begged, forgetting her resolve to give off an impression of stoic hostility. She arched her back to cope with the unwelcome intrusion, which only turned Greg on more.

"Come on, Katie," he replied scornfully as she began to cry again, "stop being such a baby. This is only the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. It won't hurt so much if you relax. But that's your call."

Like a woman in labour, Katie hyperventilated as she felt him enter where no man had ever been. Luckily for her, Dom was never interested in anal, though right now she felt far from lucky as she felt a burning ache spread through her ass. 

"This here, is the real lesson," Greg said hoarsely, his expression a little strained as he felt the pressure of her exquisite tightness almost strangling his hard cock. "This is the teachable moment. What you take to memory, whenever you consider talking back to Dom. Oh, fuck, you're tight, Katie," he exhaled, firmly gripping her smooth ass-cheeks and spreading them as he watched her stretch around him, "please talk back to him." 

Still on one knee, he stepped the other leg up, readying to go deeper. As he began to squeeze in a third inch, he froze as a sharp 'bleep' sounded from the his trousers, echoing throughout the dim room. 

"Fuuuuck!" he groaned, whacking Katie's buttock in frustration, making her cry out and clench around him. Still inside her, he straightened up and exasperatedly glanced down at his watch. "Are you kidding me? Worst timing ever," he panted, slowly pulling out, sadistically smiling as Katie moaned her relief. 

Katie remained on all fours, still sobbing, as Greg climbed off the bed, frowning heavily at his watch. "Your man is way too early," he noted with irritation. "I expected at least two ass-fucks before he found us. Who the fuck is this guy, Scooby-Doo?" 

Angrily Greg raked a hand through his blonde hair and tugged up his trousers. He stepped forward and pulled on Katie's wrist and she collapsed onto her front, again cuffed to the bed. Lying curled on her side, Katie watched as he went into the dark, and reappeared holding what looked like a sniper-rifle. He squinted down at his other hand, manoeuvring different coloured darts around his palm with this thumb. Shrugging he dropped all of them into his pocket. Again visiting Cory's side of the curtain, he ripped the tape from his mouth. 

"How?" Greg demanded.

Cory gazed back fiercely, not trusting himself to speak. After a tense moment, Greg looked impatiently at his watch.

"I don't have time for this shit," he snapped, leaving Cory and entering Katie's line of sight.

After staring at the floor quietly, Greg raised his head and glared at Katie with a frightening intensity. The circumstances were so unique, and it'd been a while since he'd had such a refreshingly fantastic time. He felt a deep resentment, as though she had magically conjured up the interruption to stop him from brutalising her.

Katie screamed and even Cory jumped in surprise as he heard a loud crash. Greg had viciously kicked a small wooden crate, and it flew across the room, smashing against the wall and causing some of the set-up to collapse, allowing light to enter from the side of the shack, significantly brightening the room.

"This is not what I fucking wanted!" Greg roared. In a huff he pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the screen. Then he swung the gun over his shoulder and stamped out of the shed, swearing.

Cory blinked at the newly lightened room, not giving a second glance to the blood all over him, and winced as he stretched his chest upwards, straining to get a better look at the cuffs around his hands. Just about ready to settle back with disappointment, his tawny eyes widened, blinking as they focused, travelling along the railing and coming to rest on one of the bed-screws, seemingly taller than the one on the other side.

"Thank you, God," he whispered.

*****

On one knee between a clump of trees, Greg peered down the magnifier, scanning the area where the censor was triggered. Even though his cock was still hard, after his short outburst Greg had himself under control, fully focused on snaring Mark. He had deliberately left tracks on the horse-trail, but severely underestimated the time it would take Mark to find him. He still couldn't understand how his timing had gone awry, but he intended to find out.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." he breathed, ignoring the mosquito buzzing around the blood on his bare chest, watching for movement. "Huh," Greg said, raising his head for a bemused second, before squinting back down through the glass. He'd expected to see Mark, not an older man searching through the wood with a map in his hand. Greg bared his teeth in a predatory grin as he spotted Mark several paces behind the man.

"So, that explains it," he muttered, taking his eyes from the glass and quickly swapping the dart loaded into the gun with another. "Sorry old guy," he grinned, taking aim.

"Ooof!" Marco gasped, tripping forward as the dart hit. Mark managed to grasp the back of Marco's shirt before he hit the ground, easing his fall.

"What is it? Marco, are you alright?" Mark demanded, turning him over, watching as Marco's eyes widened and his eyes rolled back. "Marco!" he exclaimed, bending over him, sharply tapping his cheek, feeling his pulse. Marco was dead. 

"Shit!" Mark whispered, plucking the purple dart from Marco's neck, right before he felt an agonising sting in his shoulder. Without looking down, he quickly pulled out the blue dart. "Fuck," he mumbled, collapsing on top of Marco's body. 

Ten minutes later, Greg stood over their still forms, and leisurely lit a cigarette. With his boot, he pushed on Mark's shoulder, rolling him off Marco and onto his back.

"Nice to meet you, Mark," Greg smiled at the unconscious man, bending to collect his colour-coded darts. Purple was a quick death, blue was for healthy strong men of Cory and Mark's size, and green was almost exclusively for light women, except on the rare occasions he'd captured very effeminate men. Orange was in-between - they sometimes subdued very large, overweight men and sometimes they killed them, he hadn't yet perfected that dosage. 

Thinking about his different drugs for various categories of people, Greg suddenly jerked upright, remembering that in his excitement with Katie and the shock of Mark's early arrival, his routine had been distracted. It didn't matter how much of an upper-hand he had - he never, ever, left a victim unattended without drugging them first and leaving them in the dark. Frustrated over his disrupted plans, he had completely forgotten to drug Cory and Katie before leaving. Even worse, his little tantrum had given them light to better view their surroundings. That they were secured to the beds with handcuffs was not good enough, Greg was well aware of how resourceful people could be in their fight for survival. He immediately dropped his cigarette and ground it out with his heel, before hurriedly bending over to cuff Mark's wrists.




The Ranch Ch. 05



"Sorry, Mark," he said under his breath, getting a grip on the metal, ready to drag him at a much faster pace than he anticipated, "but I'm in a real hurry to get back."

*****

"Katie?" Cory called, his fingers bleeding as they worked at the screw keeping one end of the bar attached to the railing. She didn't answer, but he could hear her sniffling.

"Katie, we're getting out. In a few minutes my hands will be free. Well, still cuffed, but-"

"What about your feet?" Katie interrupted him numbly, knowing Greg would have restrained him completely. 

"Well," Cory looked at the black bag on the table by his bed, "there's a small chance I'll have something to work with."

Katie was curled up, covering her face with her hands, trying to take her mind to another place. Being naked and humiliatingly abused had taken its toll, and thinking about what Greg was planning to do when he came back only filled her with more exhausting hysteria. She was also thoroughly embarrassed, ashamed that Cory had heard every graphic detail. 

Sliding his cuffs over the metal, scraping off the end of the dislodged bar, Cory twisted to the side and grabbed the black bag, emptying the contents onto the bed.

"What. A. Fucking. Creep." Cory ground out each word in disbelief, his stomach turning as he browsed the items. They weren't dirty utensils from a horror-movie basement, they were quality, in good condition. Rubber tubes, various metal implements, two different-sized taser guns, a large, empty syringe. One item caught his particular interest - a small hacksaw. Cory had used a hacksaw on his farms, and he knew that if Greg was a tight-ass with his torture kit, it might not work on the cuffs. Looking closely at it, he doubted Greg scrimped on his purchase. 

It had been almost twenty minutes since Greg had left them, and Cory was free. Though feeling a little weak from the drug and his injuries, he didn't hesitate to rip the orange the curtain from the ceiling pipeline and rush to Katie's side. It broke his heart to see her naked, miserably curled on her side, and he brushed her hair back, gently moving her hands from her face so he could work on her cuffs. 

As soon as her hands were free, Cory shed his bloodied shirt and dressed her in it. Then he went back to his bed and picked up the black bag, hurriedly adding the items to it. The light coming from the walls seemed to make Katie's green eyes glitter strangely as she watched Cory rush to the door and try it. It was locked. 

"This won't be a problem," Cory said grimly, tossing the bag over this shoulder, and signalled for Katie to come to him. Snapping out of her shock, her dark hair fell over her face as she gingerly clambered off the bed, wrapping his shirt about her and scurried to his side.

It only took two kicks before the door, along with a third of the thin metal wall, collapsed. The sky outside showed signs of being in the beginning stages of sunset as the sun's rays began to glow orange. Cory knew if he headed toward the sun, it should take him in the direction of the ranch, but once the sun set, he would have absolutely no idea. Without a word, Cory gathered Katie's tired body into his arms and, ignoring the sharp stabbing pains in his chest as she curled against him, carried her to safety for the second time. 

After a while, Cory began to recognise their surroundings. They weren't far from the ranch. Arms aching, Cory set Katie down, gently lowering her to the ground as her legs gave way. His shirt almost reached her knees, and she curled them to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Cory crouched down in front of her, grimacing as his sore chest contracted when he bent over. 

"Katie," Cory said gently, "I have to go back."

"No," she whimpered, "don't leave me."

"I have to go back," he repeated, cupping her face and tilting it to look into her eyes. "He could have Mark, and I made Greg a promise. It won't take you long to get to the ranch from here, just follow the track. There will still be staff around, and they'll call a doctor."

"I don't want to go to a hospital," Katie trembled.

"We have a doctor who doesn't live far from here. He's on call exclusively for the ranch. He's a very nice man, and he will be discreet."

"What if Greg gets you again?" she whispered, eyes wide.

"Well, at least he won't get you. You'll have a good head-start," he told her. Though he was weak, he had been fuelled with survival-instinct adrenaline, and a thirst for revenge. "I have to go back. It's better this way. Better to take him by surprise than wait for him to surprise us."

"Don't leave me, Cory, please," she wept, reaching up to keep his hand on her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Katie," Cory answered with regret, gently but firmly withdrawing his hand. "I have to. I need to know Mark's ok. Here," he took the large taser from the bag and slipped it into his pocket, then placed the bag in her hands, "keep this as evidence." 

Dropping a quick kiss to her top of her head as he stood, when Katie looked up again, she was alone.

*****

Mark's crumpled form had been left on the ground as Greg stalked about the shack, consumed by a seething fury. He paced back and forth, wildly running both hands through his hair. His dark eyes flashed with insanity as he gazed about, as though he was hallucinating, refusing to comprehend the catastrophic failure his plans had reached. 

Though Greg still had Mark, it wasn't very comforting. He had lost Cory and Katie. It was as though he'd taken an ill-advised chess move and lost his queen to gain a pawn. His ego painfully smarted after all the bragging to Cory about how no one ever escapes him. In his disturbed mind, he could see Cory laughing at him. And, to add insult to injury, his beloved tool-kit was gone, with all their associated delicious memories.

Mark roused with a start as Greg had a complete fit, screaming and stamping and throwing things about in a blind rage. Mark should have been unconscious for at least another half hour, but the exact moment the dart had hit, adrenaline and suspicion already raised by Marco's death, he'd instinctively pulled it out without hesitation, affecting the sedative's application. 

Drowsily blinking around him, Mark's navy eyes unsteadily focused on Greg's moving form as he dashed about the room, naked chest heaving with guttural sounds, overturning the beds and small tables, picking up a discarded shower curtain and ripping it up. Mark watched in bemusement as Greg punched himself in the face a few times. 

Mark's clothes were torn and muddy, his body ached all over, cut and bleeding. Limbs feeling weighed down, Mark knew he was in no state to challenge Greg, and decided to pretend he was still unconscious, which wouldn't be hard. Though deeply concerned by the blood on Greg's chest, Greg's agitation gave Mark reassurance that Cory and Katie were safe, for now at least. Though he was drugged and cuffed, at a deadly disadvantage, Mark fought to keep a straight face as he recognised his judgement of Greg's character was spot-on - Greg was a careful planner, and evidently, all of his careful planning had just turned to shit. 

*****

About fifteen minutes later, Mark opened one blue eye as Greg impatiently jabbed him with the rifle.

"How long have you been faking?" Greg questioned coldly, crouched in front of him.

"Not long," Mark answered, with his trademark cheeky half-smile.

"Careful, Mark," Greg cautioned, dark eyes flaring. "I might slice your lips right off your face, and make you eat them."

"That won't bring back your escapees," Mark shrugged his broad shoulders drowsily, not feeling as weak as he made out. His limbs still felt a little heavy, but he was quickly regaining his strength. 

"I'll get them back," Greg bared his teeth at the reminder of his blunder. "And next time I won't be so gentle when I fuck Katie's ass." He cheered up a little as Mark stiffened, the arrogant smile wiped from his face.

"Oh, not you too," Greg exclaimed, entertained by the fierce rage in Mark's blue eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked incredulously, slightly straightening in his amazement. "First Dom, then Cory, now you. Does Katie have a magic voodoo pussy, or what? Not that I didn't love it, but I'd better pay more attention next time, I must have missed something," he laughed. 

Sobering as he recalled Katie was currently out of his reach, his cock twitching at the memory of degrading her, Greg exhaled heavily and narrowed his eyes at Mark. "Surely by now..." he murmured thoughtfully, and reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Looking at the screen, his eyes widened.

"Fuck!" he shouted suddenly, scrambling to his feet. Greg's perimeter had been crossed, the alert had sounded when another censor triggered, but he never heard it over the raucous of his tantrum. This was fast turning into the worst day of his life.

"You can't handle it, can you?" Mark observed lightly.

"What?" Greg's attention left his phone as he stared menacingly down at Mark.

"When you royally screw up," Mark grinned. He was temporarily winded as Greg's boot forcefully swerved into his abdomen. "Ow," he gasped faintly, curling over.

"I thought Cory was a bit bland," Greg spat, again swinging his rifle over his shoulder and heading for the door, "but I miss him already. I prefer his company to yours. I don't like your sense of humour. I don't like you at all."

"The feeling's mutual," Mark winced into the floor as Greg stomped to the large gap in the wall where Cory had kicked through. As Greg reached it, he turned back to Mark.

"You have no idea how sorry you're going to be," he said softly, raising the rifle to give Mark a second dose. Taking in Mark's aghast expression, he grinned. "I watched you pull out the dart, Mark. We both know you can go another round. Goodnight, see you in the morning."

Mark started in surprise as Greg seemed to throw himself at him, landing right in front of his stunned face, frantically shuddering like a newly caught fish. Following the cords attached to his bare back, Mark gaped up at Cory, also shirtless and covered in blood.

"Jesus!" Mark said in both horror and disbelief.

Cory tried to smile, but it contorted into a grimace. "That's not my name, but I'll take it," he replied heavily, swaying a little, obviously exhausted. His gold-coloured eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened as he hit the taser again, making Greg jump against the floor.

"Cory! Cuffs!" Mark tried to get his attention as Cory staggered towards Greg and viciously kicked him in the balls. "Cory!" Mark yelled in alarm, trying to wriggle backwards and reduce his proximity to Greg, as Cory pressed the taser repeatedly. "We don't want to kill him!"

"Yes. We. Do!" Cory ground out, kicking Greg in the nuts with every word. His bloodied chest heaved with his exertion, and sweat ran down his temples. 

"Stop, you macho fool!" Mark shouted. Cory awkwardly swung around and looked down at him fiercely.

"You don't know!" he panted heatedly, pointing at Greg's writhing form. "You don't know what he did to Katie!" he shouted, twisting to kick Greg in the ribs. 

"Cory," Mark insisted, raising his cuffed hands, "he's done. Come on, get me loose."

Cory stumbled and almost landed on top of Greg's unconscious form as he bent over him, reaching into his pockets. A number of darts clattered to the floor as he tossed them aside and located the key.

"Hope one size fits all," Cory muttered, and the key danced around the keyhole of Mark's cuffs as his hands shook.

"Is she ok?" Mark couldn't resist asking about Katie.

Cory shook his head grimly. "Not really, but she's safe." He cast a glance at Greg. "We should kill him, Mark. I mean it."

"You're not thinking straight," Mark advised him, tossing the cuffs aside, wincing at the stabbing pain in his wrists.

"No, I am," Cory grunted, "if we kill him, no one will say 'boo'. They won't want to investigate it, he's not even a real cop. His background connections would come out. They'll make up a cover story."

"No," Mark replied firmly, thinking he'd better wait a while to tell him about Marco.

"We should, seriously," Cory argued, "the guy is a menace. We'd be doing humanity a favour." 

Mark stood unsteadily, looking down at Cory. "You might have killed him already. Come on," he offered, holding out a hand.

Cory grasped Mark's hand and pulled himself up. Evidently Mark wasn't as strong as he'd thought, because as soon as Cory was up and leaning against him, they both collapsed together. 

"Jesus, Cory," Mark muttered under his weight, "at least take me to dinner first."

For the first time in the last few hours, a twisted grin broke across Cory's face. "I love you, Mark," Cory declared. And it was true, only Mark could make him laugh in their current situation. 

"Yeah, yeah," Mark grunted, rolling him off, not man-enough to tell him the feeling was mutual. "Let's save this gay moment for when we've had a few." Mark looked down at Cory's blood smeared across his shirtfront and sat up on his elbow, inspecting Cory's chest. "Is it bad?"

"I don't know," Cory confessed wearily. "I'm running on rage." He picked up the taser and pressed it again, and Greg's limp form trembled. 

"Cory!" Mark said warningly, reaching to take the taser from Cory and turn the safety on.

"At least let me cut his dick off," Cory argued, inching toward Greg. 

Mark paused for a moment as he genuinely considered Cory's suggestion. "No..." he sighed with regret, "lets restrain him. Let him explain himself to his fellow men when they find him. They can't all be dirty, and even if he gets away with it, he'll have questions to answer. The spotlight will be on him, and he'll hate it. So would Dom's dad."

Cory looked at Mark quickly. "How did you know?"

"Marco told me," Mark replied sadly.

"But how-" Cory began, but Mark cut him off.

"Not now," he pointed to Greg. "Lets tie up this turkey."

*****

True to Cory's word, Gerard was a very kind, compassionate man. Though retired, he was employed as the ranch's personal doctor, in the event of emergencies. It was a very rare occasion where he needed to attend a sprained ankle or suspected heart-attack, but nonetheless he was always available, and paid well for it. Only 40, he was a very intelligent man, but had been forced into early retirement after exposing his superior for sexually abusing vulnerable, mentally-deficient patients. As a result, a number of patients were spared from relentless degrading abuse, but whistleblowing was not an admired trait in Gerard's workplace. After discrediting a very distinguished representative of the hospital, he'd been pushed out of his job, and quickly discovered that the integrity of his actions caused him to be received by potential employers as welcomingly as a leper. Though he'd loved his job, he never regretted his actions, but it didn't change the fact he was awfully bored a lot of the time. 

When he had been called to attend to Katie, though he didn't show it, he was justifiably horrified. Taking in her exquisite features, he immediately assumed what the nature of her injuries would be. His diagnosis wasn't wrong as he discovered she had been drugged, and there was substantial evidence of a brutal sexual assault, though the damage wasn't severe. Katie wouldn't tell him anything - how it happened, who did it, what was done. He'd had to gently figure out what he could from the clues on her body. 

What disturbed him most was that she had been hysterically adamant that the police not be called. Reluctantly he'd backed off, not wanting to agitate her further by pressing the point, also aware that since she wasn't underage, he couldn't report the rape on her behalf and he couldn't force her to report it herself. He remained at the ranch to attend to her, waiting for Cory and Mark to return. As the minutes passed, Katie's panic mounted and Gerard might have sedated her if he had any idea what she had been drugged with previously. As it was, he couldn't take the risk. Deeply disturbed by both the mystery and the nature of the scandal that had never touched the ranch previously, he was just as anxious as she was to speak with Cory and Mark.

*****

In the dark, it took Cory and Mark well over two hours to stumble back to the ranch. Leaning on each other, it was difficult to determine who was weaker. Mark was definitely stronger, but he was more recently drugged. Though Cory's dose had worn off, he had lost a bit of blood. They joked, they hoped, and they bantered about which direction to take as they unsteadily navigated through the dark woodland. Neither mentioned Katie, though both of them thought about her constantly.

Cory had taken Mark to task for not bringing a gun, and Mark was surprised by his lack of foresight in failing to arm himself. It wouldn't have made a difference, Greg would have disarmed him, but still, he again realised how emotionally affected he had been in his negligence. His instincts had been numbed with the fear of his potential loss, and he had consequently allowed Marco to take charge when he'd normally have taken the lead, and now Marco was dead. 

Eventually they found the horse trail, and slowly continued their weary home-run. Staggering along with their arms supportably about each other's broad shoulders as though they'd just finished a drunken night out, it wasn't until they approached the well-lit ranch that Mark inquired about Katie.

"What happened back there? What did he do to her?" he asked.

Cory exhaled heavily. "I didn't see," he muttered, "he didn't cut her, but it was bad."

"How bad?" Mark persisted.

"He-He..." Cory stuttered, unable to bring himself to finish the sentence. "He did everything to her."

"But Dom-" Mark protested.

"He authorised it," Cory said disgustedly. "He wanted Greg to do it, so she'd be more receptive to him."

"You know," Mark panted tiredly, "I feel like such a shit for what I did that first night."

"You didn't know," Cory tried to comfort him.

"I know," Mark replied, "but it doesn't change it. Imagine what she'd been through, and then...I did that."

"Well..." Cory also panted from his exhaustion, "you're not the only one."

"What?" Mark ejaculated, pausing. When he'd suddenly stopped, Cory fell forward, flat on his face. The gravel aggravated his chest injury, and he quickly rolled onto his back, groaning. "What do you mean?" Mark demanded, hovering over him.

"Well..." Cory's head knocked back against the gravel. "She paid me a visit, and we got into it. But after you came by, I didn't exactly take 'no' for an answer."

Mark gingerly bent over, his abdomen tender from Greg's kick, and leaned on his knee with one hand and reached out with the other. "You motherfucker," he swore, both disgusted and jealous. He grasped Cory's hand and unsteadily heaved him to his feet. "Can't say I'm any better, but if you weren't half-dead, I'd knock you out."

"I felt terrible after," Cory sighed, then he cast Mark a wry glance. "Though you really screwed me over by showing up," he said dryly. 

"I don't know Cory," Mark confided as they entered onto the gravelled driveway, "sometimes I can't decide whether she's the victim, or if we're the ones being played."

*****

For a man over 50, George was quite tall. He strongly resembled his son - dark, curling hair and olive, swarthy skin. Fierce, brutal, black eyes. But unlike his son, George's mannerisms were calmly confident, only those close to him could decipher the tense rage his body emitted when he was displeased. Those who witnessed demonstrations of this rage in full-force rarely escaped its presence unscathed. Dom had inherited his fathers temper, but not his control over it.

Right now, George was extremely displeased. One of his best henchmen was missing, and his son had been beaten to a pulp over a woman. He had dismissed the nurse and was now slowly pacing the luxurious bedroom that housed his battered son, who stared in sullen silence out the tall glass windows overlooking an immaculately green lawn the size of a schoolyard. The bruising on his once handsome face was still pretty bad - blue and purple crater-patterns covered his whole forehead and cheeks. His broken nose was in a splint, and he was missing several teeth.




The Ranch Ch. 05



"Who is she, Dominique?" George asked his son softly.

Dom's black eyes flashed with malice, and he shrugged sulkily. "She's nobody."

"Well," his father replied mildly, raising his eyebrows, "she must be somebody for you to abandon your job at the drop of a hat and drive for many hours to retrieve her. So, I ask again, who is she?"

Dom's jaw tensed, knowing his father's rage was building. If there was something George hated, it was having information kept from him - whether it was a business associate, a rat, or his son. But it had never been difficult for Dom to hide things from him, because George was not exactly an attentive father. All George needed to know was that his schemes would not be disrupted by Dom getting into trouble, and that Dom's monetary needs were taken care of.

For a whole year Dom had deliberately kept Katie a secret from George for two reasons. Firstly, he knew his father would be disgusted that his son had lost his head over a woman. Secondly, and most importantly, Dom knew that George, with his interest in family pride, would insist upon meeting his son's chosen girl, and given Katie's unique beauty, there was a high chance he would take her for himself. 

"Well, we can come back to that question," George continued gently. "What I'd really like to know is, why is Greg screening my calls?" 

"I'm going to marry her," Dom growled, preferring the first question to the second, though they overlapped.

"Oh?" George's eyes slightly widened with curiosity. "She must be special, then. What is her name?"

"Katie," Dom spat. 

"Katie," George echoed with a sigh. "That's a very lovely name." George approached the bed and casually slipped his hands into the pockets of his beige trousers as Dom reluctantly shifted his gaze from the window, uneasily recognising the signs of an approaching tirade.

"Evidently I have been neglectful, not taken enough interest in my son's affairs. Perhaps I should have known, given your scandals with women had reduced to nil over the last year. So, she must be as lovely as her name, hmm? I take it Greg's mysterious absence has something to do with this Katie?" George inquired, and the gentle politeness began to leave his voice, replaced with an edge of violent rage.

"I don't know," Dom mumbled, casting his eyes down to the bed. He yelped in surprise as George suddenly punched him, re-breaking his healing nose.

"You didn't think to come to me?" George shouted, kicking the bed as Dom howled in agony, clutching his face. "I didn't get to where I am by recklessly chasing women across the country!" He spun from the bed and overturned a pale-blue chest of drawers, and several crystal ornaments that had been sitting atop it shattered as the drawers crashed to the ground. 

"Do you think power is gained by acting invincible? When you just take off without notice, people ask questions! You don't have to do any work, all you have to do is stay out of trouble! Do you understand you could have jeopardised everything I have worked for? You stupid, arrogant schoolboy!" he roared, stamping his foot, fists clenched. 

"I love her," Dom whined in pain.

"Gregory works for me!" George replied fiercely. "Not you! My jobs always come first!" He kicked the bed again before he began to settle down. "I have others who can tend to my tasks, but I don't like surprises," he said, still shaking from his diatribe. "Greg is one of my best, and I will not have him dispatched from the city upon foolish errands. If you hear from him, make sure he contacts me. Evidently he had quite an incentive to leave without informing me." 

George stepped over the broken furniture and stalked to the door, ripping it open before turning to glare at his cowering son. "I look forward to meeting this Katie girl," George barked, and in the depths of his angry gaze, Dom recognised the gleam of lustful curiosity that he had wanted to avoid. Before he could argue his case, the whole room shuddered as the door slammed shut.



The Ranch Ch. 06



Then Luc came to the ranch. The handsome French film actor was at dinner the next evening. He had a somnolent look as if bored by life, his light brown hair was long and artfully straggly, deep set eyes dark brown and compelling. 

He sat between Gunner and Betsy and ate bar-BA-Que., as the other guests stopped by and welcomed him. Colin watched the man and felt oddly jealous. He had liked being the center of attention, as the newcomer, and wondered what Luc's secret was. 

When dinner was cleared, and the man stood, both Colin and Lissa inhaled sharply. His body was perfection, sculpted and tall, with an uncircumcised penis that even flaccid, was spectacular. He strolled over to Thomas and Suyen and had a quiet intense conversation, after which he kissed them each passionately. Then he moved on to Phil and Karen. "I was told by the others of your spectacular bravery." 

The couple blushed and looked at him hungrily. "Oh it was nothing." Karen simpered as he knelt and began to touch her. 

"Nothing, she say's." Phil sounded huffy. "She almost killed me. I never came so hard."

"Perhaps later we will try this...this spinning thing." Phil gulped, making Luc smile. "Not tonight, though, I think you might still be too sore."

"Anything you say." Phil gave Luc a ravenous stare and Luc patted his cheek affectionately, then stood. 

"And these are our other newcomers." He stepped between them and Colin saw Lissa scrutinize the man with a torrid glance. Luc looked at her and traced her lips with a finger. "Lissa, who loves the rod, and the inventive Colin. He perused Colin, his hot gaze lingering on the rapidly rising prick. "We shall push the envelope, soon. I must think of something special."

He noticed their companion and said tersely, "Gable."

"Luc." Gable didn't look up and it was clear he disliked the Frenchman. After he left, they quizzed Gable to no avail, he refused to explain the hostility. 

Thomas stood and got everyone's attention. "What say we welcome Luc. Ladies line up here." He pointed to Luc, who was still not aroused. 

Betsy rushed up and dropped to her knees, taking him in her mouth. Cara went behind him, tonguing his back and ass. In less than a minute Betsy pulled away and Karen replaced her eagerly. One by one they took their turns, until it was Lissa who swallowed the now massive erection, Colin looking on enviously. Suyen came last, and then she fastened the band around the base of Luc's prick. She stood up and asked him, "What do you want next."

"Everyone!" Luc grinned sexily. "Everyone, line up around the table."

The others stood facing the table and so Colin took his place between Lissa and Gable. What an ego this guy had, thinking he could pleasure everyone in the room. Luc asked Phil to assist him, handing him a box of condoms. Before Colin could wonder what was going on Luc put a wooden box on the table. Inside were four open glass jars, filled with odd smelling unguents. 

"Phil, a condom please." Phil knelt and adoringly slipped on the ribbed latex. "Now which one first. Ahh, Karen I think." He dabbed some of the white salve from the first jar onto himself and stepped behind her. Karen hissed as he pressed her down and drove into her ass. After a few deep thrusts, he pulled out. "Keep both hands on the table, all of you." He ripped off the condom and let Phil replace it.

Karen started to gasp. "It's too much, oh it tingles." Her hands were splayed on the tabletop.

"It is harmless, they all are." Luc dipped into the second jar and then moved behind Suyen. After a few thrusts he stopped, leaving her nearly sobbing. "I have tried all of these and each has a different effect, all of them exciting." He laughed at the nervous looks he was receiving. "You people here have no appreciation for good toys."

Luc ran a finger over the four jars, lingering on each. "The first, as Karen can tell you is excitingly uncomfortable. The second, as Suyen has discovered, is stronger. How brave is Thomas, three perhaps." He dipped into the third jar and lavished some onto the condoms tip.

"Uhh, Luc." Thomas grunted as he was penetrated, just because these things cause no physical harm doesn't mean...ooh God that burns. Care...careful."

One at a time he reduced all of them to quivering, moaning animals. Finally, only the three musketeers remained. Luc walked over to Gable, and after a hard look slipped his finger into the unused forth jar. "I am the only one who has ever borne it, Gable. What do you say?" His hand hovered over his twitching prick. 

"Screw you!"

"I'll take that as a yes." When Luc moved behind him, Gable began tense, reaching over to rest his hand on Colin's. Looking over he saw the tears literally squirt from Gable's green eyes. After a second, the hand tightened painfully, as Gable convulsed, his prick like iron even as he wept and shook. When he selected Colin next and reached into the third jar, relief made Colin slacken and Luc thrust into him with ease. Seconds later he straitened with a strangled cry as his insides turned molten. "Oh, that's...Lissa don't..." He looked down, embarrassed that his prick was stiff even as he groaned. 

"Lissa, he doesn't want you to have the third jar." Luc pushed the box over in front of her, his hand hovering. "What do you say." His tone was challenging, and he wore a smirk. 

Lissa who had been watching everything lifted her hand and pushed his into the forth jar. Now Colin had a new reason to groan. It was all he could do not to push Luc away from her. Only the fact that it was her choice made him stay in place. He was learning to let her explore her limits, even when it caused him anxiety. 

"Lissa...Luc...no!" Gable ground out between his teeth even as Luc drove himself into her.

A tortured wavering scream tore from her throat and she clutched Colin's other hand, almost as tightly as Gable.

"It wears off, so I suggest you people start fucking." Luc laughed and pulled off the last condom. Besides burning like the devil, the stuff made everyone insanely aroused. Colin leapt up and grabbed Lissa, bending her over and stuffing himself as deeply as possible into her pussy. When he reached around and touched her clit she came, that quickly. He rammed in harder still when Gable took him with one long thrust. 

All around them the people went wild. Everyone was going at it, Suyen being pounded from both sides by Gunner and Josh, while Thomas was ridden by a shrieking Betsy. Karen sat on Charlie's dick while Cara buried her face between her thighs, while she in turn was being... Colin stopped thinking about anything as he came into his wife. He slipped from her body, drained, as the burning tingle slowly abated. "Don't stop!" Lissa screamed as he left her. Gable tried to hold him, still plowing him from behind. 

Colin was too fucked out to do more than take it. At last he was released, and Gable began to desperately scrub himself with a napkin.

The stuff must burn pricks too, Colin thought languidly, even as Gable thrust into Lissa's liquid softness, trying to find relief. Gable drew her legs up, rolled her over. She sprawled back, letting him hold her as he went into her like a battering ram. The others like Colin simply ran out of steam. They straggled out until only he and Luc remained, watching as Gable relentlessly screwed his wife. 

"When does it stop?" Gable grunted, sounding exhausted. 

"It doesn't." Luc said smiling wickedly. "I have to stop it."

Gable left the protesting and quivering Lissa, and advanced on Luc. "Make it stop!"

"Both of you, come to my room. Everything is ready." Luc had obviously planned ahead for this. "Not you, dear Colin, not tonight." He left and Gable followed him, carrying Lissa. He glanced back, giving Colin a meaningful look, as though promising to look after her. 

All along Colin had sensed the animosity between the two men, and didn't care for Lissa being included in their rivalry. Following them to Luc's room, he watched furtively until they entered, then raced to the next door. As he had thought, the narrow closet like room offered a view of Luc's quarters. There was plastic over everything, and one of the steel carts sat next to an I.V. pole. 

Inside, Luc ordered the pair to strip, and cuff each other. They were so miserable they hurried to do his bidding. He forced them to kneel and cuffed them to the leg of the bed, leaving them crouched there as he went to the cart. Luc lifted an outsized bag of liquid and hung it on the pole, attaching something to the end of the rubber hose. "You know," he said conversationally as he showed them the thick bulbous nozzle, "not everyone enjoys helping me with my little whimsies. This solution neutralizes the cream. Shall I?" 

"Yesss." Gable sighed, and looked up pleadingly. "Her first."

"Yes, very noble." He slapped Lissa's bottom and ordered. "Raise your ass and hold still."

She arched her back and offered him entry. When she cried out, Colin couldn't tell if it was pain or joy. When Luc released the clamp the water must have started, because she gasped. "It hurts, no it feels...feels so, ahhh." She relaxed and let him fill her completely. When she could take no more, he did something to the nozzle and removed the hose. The bulb remained, plugging her effectively. As he reached around and massaged her belly she curled into a ball, making him chuckle. "Uncomfortable, I know, but actually quite good for you."

When he pierced Gable with a similar device, he pressed the bag hard to force every possible ounce of fluid into the man, then locked it in with a twist of his wrist. When he reached under Gable's stomach he cackled, "still hard, amazing."

Colin realized that Luc had not fucked anyone, really. After he had reamed them all, he had released the elastic band that kept him erect. Now he was so excited he was pulsatinging. He uncuffed them, and sat Lissa on the bed, lifting her long legs around his waist. Nudging past the engorged, deep rose colored lips, he began to fuck her. She lay back on the plastic, this time not so much out of weariness as surrender. Gable rammed into Luc with no preparation and the man only sighed, and winced. Gable caught Lissa's legs and pulled her toward him. Luc let them hump him furiously, until the three of them succumbed, breathless. 

Luc slipped down and knelt at their feet, as Gable took Lissa by the arm and went into the bathroom. When they emerged sometime later, dripping wet from the showers, unplugged and in Lissa's case blushing madly, Luc was still kneeling, waiting. They looked refreshed and Colin thought, somewhat stern. "What do you want?" Gable looked down at the man. 

"Anything, you want to do to me." Luc didn't look up. 

* * * * *

Colin was having breakfast when Lissa strolled in on Gable's arm. Luc followed, looking worn out and happy. He was harnessed and when he sat awkwardly on a bench, it became apparent to all that he was penetrated by a large phallus. His bottom was crisscrossed with stripe. He wore cuffs on his wrists and ankles, and vicious looking nipple clamps. Still, everyone knew he was happy because his prick was hard even though it was, with his balls, tied to the leash that Lissa had used to lead him in.

"Colin, I couldn't return to the room last night, I..."

"I saw," he murmured and heard her intake of breath.

"You watched, I mean, everything?" She was blushing again. He loved it that the woman she had become last night, could still blush. She had been...frightening, and yet unbearably sexy. 

Colin had masturbated as they whipped Luc, first with the flail -twenty-five- and then, after asking permission, ten with the rod. After, they salved a huge dildo with the most potent unguent and Lissa fucked him until he screamed for mercy. Then, they refused to neutralize the cream until he crawled and begged. Colin had come and weariness, plus a reluctance to watch what would follow, made him leave. 

"You were brave, and beautiful." He reassured her with a kiss, then grinned as Luc shifted around on the bench trying to find a comfortable position.

To Be Continued...



The Ranch Ch. 06



Coughing on stale air, Greg blinked around him. He was cuffed, lying on the bed in the exact position he'd left Katie. There was an excruciating burning sensation between his legs, connecting to a terrible, dull ache in his lower stomach. 

"Urghh," he groaned, awkwardly shifting onto his side, and a sharp pain ripped across his groin. Glancing down his body, he spotted the blue dart sticking out of one leg.

"My own fucking-!" he rasped in disbelief, angrily kicking the numb leg out. He jerked in surprise when his phone rang, strategically placed in reach of his hands. Clawing at it, he squinted at the screen before dragging his torso forward on the bed to answer, wincing at the effort.

"What?" Greg snapped. Listening to the caller, he grit his teeth. "They did, did they? Well, don't bother. I'm on it." He paused, and a thundering frown gathered on his sweating brow. "Because I'm on site! Why do you think I asked to be notified? Fucking cancel it!" he said savagely, and ended the call. Then he looked at the cuffs on his hands.

"FUCK!" he screamed hoarsely, furiously rattling the cuffs against the rail. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he raised his head and fumbled with the phone. "It's me. I need someone after all. Just one person, with keys. They have to call me for directions." Greg listened for a minute and rolled his eyes. "I'm undercover. Use the details I left yesterday. Yes, him. Not a word to anyone else. This is important, understand?" Dropping the phone to the mattress, Greg curled into a more comfortable position, cringing in pain, and waited. After a couple of minutes, several waves of fire seemed to pass through his balls, and after a bout of heaving breaths, Greg promptly vomited on himself.

"They're gonna wish they killed me, all three of them," he retched, shaking with his agitation and physical pain. He jumped as his phone went off again.

"Oh, shit," Greg whispered, unsure whether to take it. There wasn't any point ignoring it, obviously George knew he'd made contact. "Hello?" he answered calmly, despite his lower body twitching in pain.

"What are you up to, Greg?" asked George.

"I-I'm..." Greg scrambled to think of an answer, wondering how much George knew.

"Why has a death been reported in the very area you are located?" George questioned sweetly.

"How did you- A death?" Greg ejaculated hoarsely. "I didn't know. I was only told-"

"You fucking idiot!" George screamed. "You don't tell reception monkeys to contact your boss without warning! It is not for you to call in favours on my behalf! Do you not have a brain, or has spending so much time with my son drastically lowered your IQ?"

"Urhhh," Greg winced as the pain in his groin refreshed.

"What!?" George shouted.

"I said, I'm handling it," Greg ground out, his mind divided between the searing agony in his crotch and George's verbal abuse.

"Do you know that an ambulance and several officers are on their way to you?"

"It wasn't mentioned," Greg replied weakly.

"Perhaps it wasn't mentioned, because this whole situation stinks of your fucking screwup! How am I supposed to fix this? I'm fucking retired!" George's voice broke as he screamed himself hoarse. "If I have to use your dead body to wipe up this mess-"

"I'm not finished here," Greg insisted on a snarl, as Mark's smiling face loomed to the front of his mind.

"You are finished!" George roared. "You are to disappear, got it? Go underground. I need to use you to clean up this shit, and I'll have to call in favours I worked hard to attain. When I am updated next, I want to hear that you are missing. I want to hear that there is no evidence whatsoever you are breathing. Be gone before anyone arrives."

"But-" Greg raised his head in dismay. "I'm cuffed."

The line went quiet for a moment of seething silence. Greg could hear George breathing, and somehow he physically felt the animosity through the phone. Finally George spoke, and his tone was deadly.

"You abandon your post, leave me in the dark, create one fuck of a crime scene, kill a civilian, and you're stuck? Is that what you're telling me?" George queried, his voice humming with fury.

Greg couldn't bring himself to answer.

"Well," George continued serenely, "I suggest you find a way out, Gregory. I suggest you put that once-brilliant little brain to use. Because shortly, I will be taking a holiday in your direction. And I will make sure you disappear."

The line ended and Greg turned onto his back. His mind whirled as he stared up at the ceiling, aghast. Just because officers were on their way didn't make it any better. He had no undercover story. They'd throw him in jail, and his fellow inmates would have a field-day with an ex-officer, even a fake one. So would George's contacts on the inside. Rolling onto his front, Greg peered around the room. The shack was full of junk. He groaned in agony as he slowly raised onto his knees. Cuffed hands gripping the metal frame, he shut his eyes and bent over. His blond fringe brushed across his eyes as he leaned his chin onto his knuckles. 

Not long ago, he was King of the World. Now, he was a disgraced fugitive. Though he'd handled himself just fine before George employed him, Greg liked his job. He could enjoy his special brand of fun with minimal accountability. Shaking his head, Greg deeply regretted his cocky decision to kidnap Cory. He should have just taken Katie back to Dom, then he could have had his way her numerous times en route. But now, he was stuck like a pig in an abattoir, waiting for death.

"ARGHHH!" he growled furiously, curling his torso over the rail, and the bed jumped as he frantically tugged at the railing. Opening his eyes to the floor below him, he scrambled from the bed and gasped as his legs gave out under him. Gathering his strength, he managed to stand, leaning most of his weight on the leg that didn't have a dart in it. Carefully, he supported himself using the bed-frame, and used his cuffs to shift the bed to one side, inch by inch. 

There was something on the ground that stood out cleanly against the surrounding muck. Something that had clattered to the floor and been kicked under the bed by Cory in his blind haste to get Katie free and escape. Greg recognised it immediately. Biting his lip from the pain that followed, sweat running down his temples, he worked to free his feet from his boots.

"Hello, old friend," he breathed with a twisted smile. Elation mingled with pain in the depths of his flaring brown eyes as they fixed on the small hacksaw. 

******************

The high-ceilinged room was grimly silent. Mark sat in a large, caramel armchair, staring ahead aimlessly as Gerard paced the private study in a highly agitated state.

"How is he?" Mark asked.

"Resting. The cuts will heal, probably infected, but we won't know until later," Gerard answered impatiently. "There will be scarring, but he's fine." He stopped pacing and looked at Mark meaningfully. "He gave me nothing. What the hell is going on here?" 

"Not now, Gerard," Mark said tiredly, leaning forward and resting his face in his hands. "There are bigger problems."

"Bigger problems than Marco's murder?" Gerard demanded, his grief and frustration coming to surface after waiting so long for answers. Mark dropped his hands from his face and leaned back in the chair as Gerard came to stand before him expectantly. 

"I saw their faces, Mark," Gerard said heatedly, his lip curled with contempt. "I am very familiar with dealing with people who are ready to brush something under the carpet. You heard them. They're going to diagnose it as a heart attack."

"They have the dart, the tool bag. They're investigating Greg," Mark insisted.

"How do you know that evidence will make it to headquarters? And your 'Greg' has vanished without a trace," Gerard replied bitterly.

"Look, the less you know, the better," Mark advised, gazing darkly up at the ceiling.

"Marco was my friend!" Gerard shouted, stepping back and swinging his arm wide, knocking over a red vase decorated with purple flowers. It cracked into three large pieces as it hit the shiny floorboards. "He has a wife, and three daughters! What are you going to tell them, Mark? That Marco, when he should have been with his family, decided to take a fatal bush-walk? Is that what you're going to do? If that is your plan, you're as bad as the ones who took his body." 

Gerard abruptly turned and brushed a hand across his eyes. "Marco was my friend," he repeated, a tear dripped down his face unheeded. "But you don't spend enough time around here to know. He was a good, honest man, and he deserved to live long and old."

"You don't think I know that?" Mark exclaimed, angrily meeting Gerard's eyes as guilt gathered in his chest and expanded against his ribcage, like poison. "If I could change what happened, I would. But I can't. I don't know what else to tell you, Gerard. I'm exhausted." He rose and strode to the door. "There will be more police coming. And they will want to speak with you."

"Well, I will be here," Gerard replied coldly. "But something tells me there won't be as much fuss as you indicate. Maybe they're not directly involved, but they're not going to pursue it."

"You don't know that," Mark argued.

"I do. I've seen it done before, in a more publicised incident." Gerard answered quietly.

Mark's eyes narrowed and he tilted his head arrogantly as he turned from the door. "It was unfortunate, what happened," he gestured to Gerard, "but they got the guy, remember?"

"Well, Mark," Gerard answered levelly through clenched teeth, "that depends on your definition of 'getting the guy'. Yes, he was diplomatically fired, but he didn't spend a night in jail, whilst my career was left in tatters. For all I know, he could have been reinstated elsewhere."

Mark had nothing to say, and wrenched the door open to leave. As he set one foot into the hall, Gerard's voice rang out behind him.

"Who is that girl to you?" Gerard asked sharply.

Mark's blue eyes burned wrathfully as he spun to face Gerard. "You go too far, Gerard," he spoke slowly with great emphasis, "to enquire into my personal life." On those last scornful words, he was gone.

With a wan smile, Gerard bent to collect the shards of broken vase. "So," he murmured to himself, "Cory isn't alone in his sentiments."

**************************

Katie shifted restlessly in sleep, her limbs occasionally jerking amongst the soft sheets. Mark watched quietly from the doorway, only wanting to check on her, but too disturbed by her fretful behaviour to leave. When she whimpered, he was moved to approach the bed, not giving much thought to the fact he had once again let himself in her apartment uninvited. Except this time, his intentions were completely different, and he'd left the apartment door open, only meaning to take a minute.

Easing onto the bed next to Katie, he gently put his arms about her. At first she jolted against him, but he expected this, holding her firmly until she calmed down and settled into his embrace. Mark winced as Katie clung to him, her arm circling about his sore abdomen. Feeling her relax in his hold, he closed his eyes as exhaustion began to take over. 

"Cory," Katie sighed against his chest, and Mark's blue eyes flew open, surprised by the emotional pain that spread through his chest as she murmured the name of his best friend. 

Why wouldn't she prefer Cory? Though Mark and Katie had shared an intimate kiss in the pool, Cory had spent more time with her, and God knows what they went through together with Greg. Whilst Mark had more charisma and humorous wit, he struggled to express his more sincere feelings, something that came more naturally to Cory. 

Mark knew that Cory's feelings for Katie ran deeper than frivolous lust, and he wasn't going to jeopardise their friendship by openly courting her. At the same time, there was only one Katie, and Mark knew he felt differently about her to the women in his past. Rationally, Mark had just as much entitlement to happiness as Cory, but it would come down to Katie's choice, if she'd have either of them. 

Deep down, Mark was torn. The idea of hurting Cory, weighed against the idea of seeing Cory and Katie together, was equally cutting. An overwhelming sadness consumed him as he recognised the current scenario couldn't yield a happy ending. Someone was going to get hurt, and it was probably going to be him.

Mark turned his head and brushed his lips across Katie's smooth forehead, inhaling the fresh scent of her hair, still mildly damp after her shower. Mark quickly moved his head back in surprise as he felt his cock stir in his trousers. Bewildered by the sudden, powerful effect she had on him, Mark uncertainly bit his lip, deliberating the temptation that slept comfortably in his arms. He had no intention of being invasively intimate with Katie without her permission. A small, naughty smile curved the corners of his handsome mouth as he decided it couldn't do any harm to be affectionate. Breathing in her hair again, one hand stroked her cheek and gently tilted her face up toward his. 

Though it was dark, he could make out her lovely features from the light that had been left on in the lounge-room. Her dark hair softly curled about her face, coiled in reaction to its recent wet state, her dark eyelashes peacefully rested against her high cheekbones. Her pink, pouting mouth beckoned him, lips slightly parted in sleep. There was no resisting her nearness.

Mark cupped her cheek and gently ran his thumb across her full bottom lip, before lowering his face to hers. Feeling his heartbeat quicken when their lips met, Mark almost moaned as he savoured the taste of her. Unaccustomed to tender romance, it was a vastly unique experience for Mark, and surprisingly fulfilling. Mark typically enjoyed an element of playful sadism in his encounters with women, but as he slowly kissed Katie, he decided perhaps he'd missed something. Kissing her, he felt his physical hurts fade into nothingness, quickly replaced by an increasingly heated arousal.

Sighing against his mouth, Katie's green eyes flickered open, and she confusedly stared at Mark's face, pressed against hers. His eyes were shut, he didn't know she was awake. 

In Mark's warm hold, Katie felt extremely comfortable, and safe. It had taken her some time to get to sleep after what had happened in the woods, and she'd felt incredibly alone, lonely enough to leave the lights on in the living room. There was nothing threatening about Mark's manner, and she was surprised that she enjoyed his attentions. His body radiated an enticing heat, and she smelled the deliciously familiar scent of cigar mixed with cologne. Making a quick judgement call, Katie decided to play along. Mark jumped in shock and jerked his head back as he felt Katie slide her hand up his chest and caress his cheek.

"Katie, I-I-" he stuttered in a panic, not remembering the last time he'd been completely lost for words.

"Yes, Mark?" Katie whispered with mock outrage, tapping a finger on his cheek, feeling it warm under her palm as Mark blushed for the first time since she'd met him.

"I didn't mean..." he replied uneasily, beginning to edge off the bed, but her hand stopped him as she seized the front of his shirt.

"Don't take this the wrong way," Katie smiled a little sadly, "I want your company. But I don't think... what I mean is, I...I've...I'm not interested in anything more than what we're doing now," she finished in a rush, not wanting to be explicit about how sore Greg had left her.

Mark nodded, understanding perfectly. He didn't know what happened to her out there. Whilst he desperately wanted to know, he was also very glad that he didn't. 

"Is Cory ok?" she asked, as he moved close again.

"Yes," he answered heavily, not really wanting to talk about Cory. "He's asleep."

"Who's Alex?" Katie asked unexpectedly, watching for Mark's response to her surprise question. Interestingly enough, Mark's expression became carefully blank, and he shifted on the bed uncomfortably.

"It's not my story to tell," he answered a little stiffly.

"But you were involved," Katie pointed out, as Mark looked at her, startled.

"What- I mean, how-" he began uneasily.

"Greg mentioned you guys paid your way out of something, that Cory has a cousin." Katie's green eyes bored into Mark expectantly.

"It's a long story," he insisted in response to her interrogative stare, "and it's not my place to talk about it. You'll have to ask Cory."

"Oh," she said softly, rolling onto her back to look at the ceiling. After a long, thoughtful minute, she turned back to Mark. "Will you hold me?" she asked hesitantly. 

Mark nodded as a lump caught in his throat, and he pulled her in his embrace, marvelling how perfectly her slender frame fit against his chest. 

"What about you? Are you ok?" she whispered against his throat, her warm breath against his skin sending a tremor of excitement down his torso. Again, Mark nodded, but Katie linked her hand through his large one and lifted it, squinting in the dark at the cuts on his bruised wrist. "You don't really open up, do you?" she murmured.

Mark didn't answer, but gently removed his hand from hers to lift her chin toward him so he could kiss her again. Katie complied, instinctively sensing some kind of grief on Mark's part, but having no idea what it could be. She was the one who'd been abused, but it was as though he was the one who needed nurturing. And Katie recognised it, knowing very well what it was to be vulnerable, needing comfort. 

Right now, Katie didn't feel vulnerable. After resting, she felt surprisingly exuberant, incredibly relieved to be safe again. It seemed that the worse she experienced, the more vibrantly she cherished her freedom. Sensing Mark's vulnerability, she opened her mouth against his kiss, hotly taking it up a level, feeling his wide chest rapidly rise against her own. His large, warm hand settled on her small waist and slid upward, coming to rest just under her breast.

Mark fell his heartbeat rapidly accelerate as she responded to him. He was painfully aroused. Surely he could just touch her, if he was gentle? Testing the waters, he slowly moved his hand from under her breast, over her hip, and travelled lower, past the waistband of her pyjama pants, curving his hand over her naked ass and squeezing indulgently.

"Mark!" Katie admonished against his mouth, and he firmly pressed his lips to hers before replying.

"Doesn't that feed good?" he murmured, playfully catching her full bottom lip between his teeth.

"Yes, but-" she began breathlessly.

"There's no 'buts' when it's a yes," Mark grinned saucily, and kissed her again, using his hand on her ass to pull her closer against him. "Oh, yes," he breathed against her mouth, naughtily walking his fingers around from the taut curve of her ass to her front. Very, very lightly, he drummed his fingers across her naked pussy.

"Mark!" Katie's eyes widened in alarm as their gaze met. Startled green clashed with hot, melting blue.

"Katie, touch me, please," Mark groaned, taking her hand and guiding it down his pants, against his erection. Feeling her small hand tentatively touch his throbbing cock for the first time, Mark shuddered with both excitement and relief. Then his mouth found hers again as she wrapped her hand around him, slowly moving it up and down his heated length. With Katie warming to her new task, his hand eased back down the front of her pants and began to play with her pussy.

"Mark," Katie insisted, reluctantly pulling out of the kiss, "it feels good, but I'm not...I mean, I can't..." she trailed off, watching the initial worry leave Mark's eyes as they gleamed with humorous mischief.

"How about I kiss it better?" he suggested, gently stroking around the outside of her pussy. "I'd love to do that for you, Katie. Please let me."




The Ranch Ch. 06



Katie paused in a moment of confusion. True, she was aroused, and the idea of Mark going down on her was tempting. She just didn't expect to be so active after her traumatic experience. But after having her hurts treated by Gerard, she'd showered and taken a long, luxurious bath, which relaxed her. And there was no denying she was physically attracted to Mark. 

Seeing Katie hesitate, Mark removed her hand from his trousers, kissed her cheek, down her neck, over the top of her cleavage, planning to slowly move down her body, his body thrumming with the anticipation of finally getting to taste her. She tilted her hips upward so he could ease her pants down to her knees, and he sensually kissed along her hips before gently moving his head to the apex of her thighs. 

Katie shifted and moaned, sliding her hands through his hair as Mark gave her pussy a soft, open-mouthed kiss, easing his tongue between her lips, intimately stroking about the area, circling her clit.

"Oh, Mark," she breathed, her eyes shimmering with arousal as Mark smiled widely between her legs, glad to hear his name on her lips, and not Cory's. His mouth moving in and around her pussy felt wonderful, both incredibly soothing and sexually tantalising. 

"Is that good?" he asked thickly, flicking his tongue out to teasingly dab here and there, tasting her sweet juices as they eased across his chin while he ate her out.

"Yes, oh," Katie panted, beginning to buck her hips upwards, encouraging him. "You-You're very good at this," she said breathlessly, fairly surprised. 

"Mmm-hmm," Mark's responded wickedly, sliding his tongue inside her.

"Oh, wait!" Katie flinched as Mark's tongue touched on the area left most tender by Greg's abuse. Mark immediately raised and moved up her body to look worriedly into her eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" he frowned, brushing soft, dark strands of hair from her brow.

Katie shook her head. In response to Mark's deep concern, her throat tightened and her eyes brightened with tears, realising she hadn't quite recovered from Greg's encounter as she'd thought. Ignoring his straining erection, Mark quickly reached down and drew her pants up around her waist. Holding her close against him, he experienced a moment of shock when Katie unexpectedly pressed her chest to his, moved her arm about his neck and kissed him, full on the mouth.

"I'm sorry to tease you," she said tremulously against his mouth, "But, I do like your kisses."

Not needing to be told twice, Mark immediately fixed his mouth to hers. His kiss became more demanding as his hand brushed up her waist to cover her pert breast, rolling a nipple between his fingers as it hardened to his touch. He groaned into her face, feeling his lower body burn with the need to be inside her. Suddenly he realised he should have known better than to get into bed with her in the middle of the night. What the hell was he thinking?

"Katie," he panted. "Please."

"Please, what?" she asked, baffled.

"I'll go slow, I'll be gentle," Mark urged her, brushing his hand across the crotch of her pyjama pants. Suddenly he completely understood how Cory had struggled to take 'no' for an answer. Never having asked a woman for anything, Mark couldn't believe he'd actually stooped to the low point of begging for sex. Blushing, stuttering, tenderness and pleading - a number of vastly foreign experiences had followed his meeting with Katie.

"May-be?" Katie answered uncertainly, looking bewilderedly into his desperate blue eyes. Mark was amazingly hot, but he'd never struck Katie as a sensual lover. God, yes, she wanted him. But she knew he was large, and she was scared he'd hurt her, not be able to stop once he got going. 

"Please," he pleaded thickly, kissing down her neck and sending small thrills from her chest to her pussy as he squeezed her breast. "I promise I won't hurt you." 

"Oh..." she sighed contemplatively as Marks mouth persuasively kissed up her jawline to her lips, his tongue sinuously sliding against hers as the kiss became more passionate. 

They guiltily jerked apart at the sound of Gerard disapprovingly clearing his throat from the doorway. 

'Drat that doctor!' thought Mark savagely, running a hand awkwardly through his dishevelled hair and cursing that he'd left the front door open. Thanking God that Gerard hadn't walked in on them five minutes earlier, when his head was between Katie's legs, Mark ruefully reflected the interruption was probably karmic - his penance for disrupting Cory the other night. 

"Katie, are you ok?" Gerard asked in concern, noting her eyes glittered with unshed tears. He glared at Mark with stern reproach.

"Yes, Gerard, I'm fine," Katie quickly answered in a small voice, thoroughly embarrassed.

Gerard discreetly set his eyes on the floor, giving the amorous pair opportunity to readjust their clothing and positions. In an impression of absently rubbing a hand across his chin, Mark subtly wiped Katie's wetness from the lower-half of his face. Then Gerard strode into the room and turned on the corner lamp. Both feeling like a pair of hormonal teenagers sprung by a parent, neither Mark nor Katie could meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry to intrude," Gerard almost drawled, "but more police have arrived." Noting how Katie's eyes widened in fear, he went to sit beside her on the bed and laid a consoling hand on her arm. "I'm sure Mark can deal with them alone," he said kindly. The kindness left his eyes as he looked at Mark expectantly. "Now, if you wouldn't mind?" he asked bluntly.

Mark reluctantly got off the bed and followed Gerard out of the suite.

"I see you don't let the grass grow under your feet," Gerard remarked, as the suite door closed behind them. 

"I was worried about her," Mark explained shortly, annoyed that he felt the need to justify his presence in Katie's suite.

"You, or your manhood?" Gerard snorted derisively, wondering whether unusual beauty in a woman was a blessing, or a curse. He was certainly glad he didn't have any daughters to worry about. "That girl is in a vulnerable state," he sternly lectured Mark. "The last thing she needs right now is more...male attention."

Mark grit his teeth at the well-deserved censure, and didn't answer. He shoved his hands down his pants to better conceal his erection and irately strode ahead of Gerard toward the lobby. 

********************

As soon as Mark and Gerard left, Katie hastily dressed in a pair of designer navy jeans and a black jumper. She didn't want to speak to the police, but she was itching to know what was going down. After engaging with Mark in her bed she was wide awake, excited. Instead of taking the elevator, she took the fire-escape stairs down to the main lobby. Peeking through the strip of glass above the door handle, she saw Mark and Gerard shake hands with a couple of men she didn't know, and leave her line of sight as they entered the bar area. 

There was no one else about, and she rashly decided to sneak across to the other side of the ground floor to the other set of stairs for a better view. Leaving her shoes in the stairwell, her heart quickened with the childish thrill of her little spying mission. Keeping her eyes on the lobby entrance, she quickly darted from the stairwell and silently scurried to the other side of the lobby. But just as she'd reached the door handle, her heart stopped and she froze as a man walked in the front entrance, catching her fair and square.

Although it was a complete stranger, Katie knew exactly who he was. There was no mistaking the features. The familiar cheekbones, the same mouth. Black, brooding eyes. She was face-to-face with Dom's father. 

"Hello," he greeted her courteously, eyeing her hand on the stairway door before resting his gaze on her bare feet with great interest. "Where are you off to?"

"Oh, I-I..." Katie stuttered, desperately trying to gather her scattered wits and fighting the urge to run. "I work here," she finished lamely.

George chuckled. "A shoeless worker? Aside from your exquisite beauty, your nice clothes betray you. Those brands aren't exactly staff issue." He strode forward, and as Katie stumbled back skittishly, he calmly slipped his hands into his coat pockets to give off an appearance of harmlessness. But his eyes devoured her. "So," he smiled, "you must be the Katie who has bewitched my son. I can comprehend his infatuation. Astoundingly, his taste is impeccable."

Katie helplessly shook her head, the dismay in her wide eyes giving her away.

George looked her over for a moment, glad that he'd been held up outside by a phone call, otherwise he might have missed her. Katie was much lovelier than he'd expected, and he felt deeply irritated that Dominique knew his father well enough to keep her a secret. George's tastes usually ran to submissive young tarts, but there was no denying that Katie was physically exceptional, and there was a distinct glimmer of delectable determination in her unique emerald eyes. 

At the laughable notion that Dom was engaged to some whore George had never met, he'd assumed she would be very beautiful, perhaps beautiful enough to fool around with before selling to an underground brothel. But this assumption took a sharp turn within a few seconds of meeting Katie. The situation twisted more to his liking than he'd anticipated; perhaps something could be salvaged from this calamity after all. 

Though Katie's body appeared a perfect compilation of features designed for sex, George immediately recognised she possessed intelligence and class. The undeniable essence of respectability. As a potential daughter, she had his full approval. The idea of her being a part of his family, within arms-length, was an increasingly attractive concept. The prospect of personally taming her, while she was trapped in wedlock to his son, was surprisingly exciting.

"There's no need to be shy," George insisted pleasantly, breaking the tense silence. "I admit, I'm disappointed to meet my future daughter at such a late stage. But, as they say, better late than never." He held out his hand and Katie, in the grip of jumbled emotions, not least of all uncertainty, automatically shook hands with him like a zombie. 

Katie would have shut down George's presumptuous manner with haughty distain, but she sharply remembered everything Greg had said. Despite his deceptively easy appearance, she knew this man was more dangerous than his son, and he was powerful, an unscrupulous murderer.

"I'm sorry, you're mistaken," Katie tried to sound confident, but her voice shook slightly under George's shrewd, hawklike gaze. "Your son and I are no longer involved."

"Well," George shrugged mildly, "nothing is set in stone. Such is life, wouldn't you agree?" His dark eyes glowed with lust as they ran over Katie's pouting lips, down over the rise and fall of her cleavage. "You know my son, don't you?" George deliberately clarified. Though determined not to spook her, he was unable to resist moving closer. "I would be surprised if he gave up on love so easily. In many respects, he is his father's boy."

Horrified, Katie had no reply. She could feel the overpowering toxicity of just being in George's presence, and desperately wished she hadn't been so foolishly curious to leave the safety of her room. In fact, there was nothing she'd rather do more than run back to her suite and crawl under the bed. Looking into the ominous, dark gaze fixed on her, she shivered.

"Yes..." George smiled as he narrowed his eyes calculatingly, watching her frightened expression with predatory amusement. 

An avid fan of sex games, George had a special table of sorts, in a sealed-off area of his home that he'd love to strap Katie to. He'd like to see her in a virginal white dress, tie her down, smirk into those striking green eyes as they begged him for mercy. Watch her sweet, innocent face twist in despair while she'd scream against a ball-gag. Or perhaps she would look better made up like a whore, bent naked over his black desk, hands tightly bound behind her back with rough leather, legs spread and secured to the desk-legs. He could insert a butt-plug and alternate between shoving his dick between her sweet, pouting mouth and her tight pussy, make her plead for punishment. Countless scenarios, each more enticing than the last. Maybe he would make Dom watch their escapades, and perversely get off on torturing his own son while degrading his daughter. 

Very slowly, George reached up and traced his knuckles down the side of Katie's arm. Katie started when she tried to move away and realised the wall was at her back. With perfect timing, the volume of mens' voices increased, and George quickly vacated her personal space as Mark, Gerard and two others entered the main lobby.

Without a word, Mark immediately stalked across the ground floor and squarely faced George, putting his arm about Katie's trembling form and pulling close to his side.

"Everything ok here?" he asked sharply, his blue eyes burning into George's with unspoken challenge. Though he'd only met Dom on one brief occasion, he also noted the distinct resemblance. When he saw Katie backed against the wall, he wanted to sprint over to them and start throwing punches. Seeing Katie cower beneath George's height sent a sharp stab of anger through his chest as he recognised the same predatory way his father used to corner his mother.

"Oh, yes," George answered easily, his dark eyes alight with amusement at Mark's protective manner. "I was just making Katie's acquaintance."

"Katie needs to rest," Mark answered bluntly, as the others joined them. "Whatever you have to say can be discussed with me." 

Frowning at Katie's bare feet, Gerard helpfully stepped forward and she gratefully took his arm, allowing him to steer her away from the group. The other two men watched Katie admiringly until she disappeared into the elevator with Gerard.

"Mark," George nodded to him in greeting.

"George," Mark replied without missing a beat, unsurprised that George knew who he was. Given George's resources, he fully expected it. But he had not expected to find him alone with Katie, and the terror in her eyes had shaken his composure.

"Given recent events, I find myself in a bit of a quandary," George admitted, jerking his head to the other two men, who immediately left for the exit. "Shall we reconvene somewhere private?"

"I don't believe we have much to talk about," Mark replied acidly.

"Oh," George gently pulled a stray thread from his coat sleeve. "There are things, Mark." He met Mark's foreboding gaze and his voice took on a hard edge as he continued. "You're a smart man. It would be unwise to throw away this opportunity to speak with me on civil terms, just because you are unhappy I chanced to cross Katie's path." 

They stared at each other for a tense ten seconds, before Mark relented. Despite the surge of reckless anger flowing through him, Mark knew George was right. He'd be a fool to throw George out, when he had a perfect chance to learn more about him. The problem was, Mark was fairly certain whatever his instincts told him about George would make him feel nauseous. 

Sitting opposite George, pouring him a glass of quality scotch, Mark felt like a hero exchanging pleasantries with a villain. The stereotypical circumstance where it was only a matter of time before they either agreed upon a compromise, or were at each other's throats to the death. Mark couldn't see how it would result in anything other than the latter. 

"I'm very impressed with your property," George complimented the ranch. "It must have cost quite a bit of money to establish. One wonders how a man your age acquires such success."

"My wealth was acquired by legitimate means," Mark replied coldly, and he raised an inquisitive eyebrow at George, as though to say 'what of yours?'

"I suppose in her time of need, Katie was very fortunate to come across this property, with such obliging hosts," George observed cynically.

"If she wants to stay, we are happy to have her here," Mark said carefully. "It's as simple as that."

George inclined his head toward the lobby. "Out there, you behaved as though you were her husband."

"I came to the aid of a friend," Mark snapped, well aware that his protective instincts toward Katie were vastly inappropriate.

"So," George swirled the alcohol about the crystal bauble before sniffing and taking a leisurely sip, "you spend a few days with a beautiful woman, and you feel responsible for her? She is uncommonly beautiful..."

"Why are you here?" Mark interrupted brusquely, his drink untouched.

"Fine, I will get to the point," George set his glass down and leaned forward. "You've assaulted my son. As a result of the fiasco leading on from that, I have lost one of my most effective, reliable workers. I still struggle to comprehend what lunacy overcame him, but that is beside the point. I am willing to make you a generous offer." He leaned back, raising both eyebrows at Mark's outraged expression. "Somehow," he continued sweetly, "I don't feel you will appreciate my generosity."

Mark stared across at George in speechless amazement. Usually Cory was the one to get up in arms, while Mark assumed the role of calming everyone down with a joke. In that moment, Mark's mind skimmed through a number of methods he might kill George, and get away with it.

"You...your 'worker', murdered an innocent man," Mark finally answered, almost shaking with the outrage he felt. "And he did God-knows-what to both my friend, and Katie."

"Ah, your friend," George made a dismissive gesture, "I forgot about Cory." Picking up his glass and leaned back into the armchair, raising the drink to his smiling lips. "He can also be excused." The smile faded as George met Mark's eyes determinedly.

"You've lost a man, and so have I. If you forget about everything that has happened to date, I will forgive your insult to my son, my blood. I will forgive both your and Cory's involvement in creating what I can only describe as a most disastrous cluster-fuck. I will forget all the inconvenience, trouble, and risk you have thrown my way."

"That's all you want?" Mark demanded. "For everyone to just dust-off, and move on?"

"And, I want the girl," George confirmed. "Hand her over to me, keep your mouths shut, and I'll consider the score even."

"You're insane," Mark shook his head in disbelief. "What do you think this is? The Middle Ages?"

"Why do you care so much about a girl you hardly know?" George questioned with genuine interest. When Mark had come to Katie's defence in the lobby, George recognised Mark's actions were motivated by real concern, not possessive lust or sexual jealousy.

"That's beside the point," Mark replied harshly. "My level of interest is irrelevant. Katie is her own woman. She chooses her fate. And we both know she would never choose to leave with you and unite with that piece-of-shit son of yours."

"Careful, Mark," George softly warned. "Be careful with your words." After admiring the blue fire in Mark's eyes, George considered his handsome features, his broad shoulders, and strong, muscled physique. A true Alpha male. 

"I would have liked a son like you," George reflected on a side-point. "My son inherited my looks, with all the stupidity of his late mother." He readjusted his coat and absently glanced about the room. "I should like for my grandchildren to inherit Katie's intelligence."

"I sincerely doubt Katie will bear any of your grandchildren," Mark retorted, at last picking up his glass to moisten his throat, burning dry with barely-suppressed rage.

"Possibly not," George answered slyly, and his dark eyes intently watched Mark's face, "but perhaps it would be proper to pass them off as my grandchildren." His smile widened as Mark's jaw dropped, registering the full meaning of George's words.




The Ranch Ch. 06



"What kind of sick fuck are you?" Mark growled, jumping to his feet. "Get out. And if you come back, I'll give you the same treatment I gave your disgusting son."

"It's a shame it came to this," George said sinisterly as he rose. Though he'd never show it, George quite liked Mark, impressed by his fierce courage. Striding to the exit, he briefly turned back. 

"I'm sorry," he said condescendingly, "but you are not the only one who understands people. The difference between us, is that you sully your instincts with arrogance." Then he quickly left, the sound of his rapid footsteps echoing across the main lobby outside. 

Mark snorted at George's last comment. Exhaling his anger, he bent forward and leaned onto the table, dropping his head to his chest. What had he learned? Like father, like son, but George was cautiously wiser. Mark tossed back his drink and roughly set the glass upon the table with a 'clack'. The empty room was silent, but it seemed alive with tension following George's presence.

Mark rubbed his temples, feeling the alcohol warm him as it snaked down his body. George was the type to spitefully make his enemies pay dearly for the slightest insult, even mere inconvenience. For George to make an offer of peace, a truce, he evidently wasn't in as strong a position as he made out. He was worried. But though George wasn't as stupidly reckless as his son, he was just as determined to get what he wanted. Maybe even more so. To get what he-?

"Katie!" Mark gasped, and broke into a blind run. Praying he was just being paranoid, his heart crashed against his ribcage as he dashed across the lobby. He didn't wait for the elevator, almost tripping over Katie's discarded shoes as he charged up the stairs four at a time. Skidding into the hallway, he almost slipped to the floor as he grasped the doorway of Katie's suite. The door was open, and there was blood on it's edge.

"Katie!? Gerard!" Mark shouted, bursting through the doorway, frantically turning on the lights as he searched every room. The lounge was a mess, chair's over-turned, decorative ornaments colourfully scattered across the floor. Mark suffered a woozy moment as he inhaled the distinct scent of alcohol and antiseptic. The lingering essence from a strong dose of chloroform. 

"FUCK!" Mark screamed, running both hands through his ruffled brown hair. George knew Mark would never give up Katie, all he needed was enough time to grab her. George was perfectly right about Mark, he was arrogant. Mark didn't recognise he was the one being examined, never realised he was being stalled. Didn't comprehend that George, a busy man, had taken more than ten minutes to discuss what could easily have been settled in thirty seconds. 

Mark tore back into the hall and down the stairs to the lobby, half-knowing there was no point. Crashing through the front doors and stumbling down the steps into the dark night, he heard the faint sound of a car engine revving, growing fainter as the vehicle quickly left the surrounds. 

"Oh, my God," he whispered bleakly, staring ahead into the black darkness. Where was George taking her? The more pressing question was, what would he do to her? 

Mark spun as the large front door swung open behind him, and Gerard staggered out, blood running down his forehead. They looked at each other for a horrified second.

"Fuck it," Mark shook his head, "I'm calling the cops." 

********************

George stretched his legs out in the passenger seat, very pleased with himself. Despite the substantial anxiety and inconvenience he'd suffered, George had in his possession one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever laid eyes on, and that was certainly worth celebrating. Resolving to keep a firmer, more brutal hand on his son in future, marrying Dom off could be just the thing to keep him under thumb. 

"Problem," noted the driver, blankly raising his eyes to the flashing lights that flickered across the review mirror.

"So, pull over, Frank," George shrugged. As the vehicle eased to the curb on the highway, he leaned toward the driver's side as Frank casually wound down the window to greet the approaching officer.

"Good evening," he officer gave them a wry smile, "I need everyone out of the vehicle."

"What is this about officer?" George inquired pleasantly.

"We need to conduct a search. It won't take long."

"I believe we have a right to know what you're searching for, officer," George answered, narrowing his eyes.

The officer's jaw set with stern impatience. "I won't ask again. Out."

George's eyes widened with a perfect expression of scandalised shock. "If you insist, officer." He quickly glanced to the man sitting in the back seat and gave him a barely discernible nod. Registering, the man shifted and unhooked his holster as he stepped out of the car.

George and his two accomplices stood to the side as the first officer was joined by a second, and both flashed their torches through the front and back seats.

"Open the trunk," the second officer gestured to the boot of the car.

George showed his teeth as he smiled, "Frank, the trunk."

Frank immediately complied and stepped back as the officers approached with their flashlights. Behind them, both Frank and the other accomplice, Stanley, had the appearance of resting their hands on their hips, when in actual fact each had one hand on a gun.

It didn't take more than a few seconds for the officers to register that the trunk was empty. Taking in the fairly vacant boot-space, they exchanged a glance. It wasn't often a car matching the unique description they had been alerted for travelled the highway. 

"Ok," the first officer nodded as the second retreated back to the patrol car. "I need to see all your IDs."

"Really, officer," George protested, making a show of checking his watch. "All? We have a long way to go, and you assured me this wouldn't take long." Facing the officer's steely expression, he shrugged.

"Fine," George sighed. "I had best go first." He reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet, plucking his licence from the plastic sheath and offering it to the officer.

"George Castillo." The officer frowned down at the ID. "George Castillo," he repeated. Where did he know that name from? As he recalled the origins of the name's familiarity, his head shot up and he stared at George intently. Without another word, he strode over to his partner. "Samuel," he said firmly, tapping George's licence with his index finger, "we need to check the car again."

********

"All good," Frank confirmed, settling into the drivers seat and clicking his seatbelt across his waist. Not yet starting the car, he stared contemplatively ahead a moment before speaking. "George," he ventured, "is this girl headed for one of the brothels?"

"No. Why?" George asked. Though when he'd first laid eyes on Katie, it had definitely occurred to him that he'd get a record price for her. 

"She's really something. I just thought..." Frank tilted his head, recalling the delicious feel of Katie's body furiously writhing against him as he smothered the chloroformed rag across her nose and mouth. The way his hand conveniently moved up her thigh to feel her firm ass as he hurried through the lobby with her over his shoulder. Capturing both her perfect breasts in his hands as he fitted her into the car. After seeing Katie, Frank and Stanley had quickly flipped a coin to decide who would be the one to grab her, and who would take on Gerard. Frank was very glad he won the coin toss. 

"No. She will not be available for your use," George replied flatly. "Speaking of, how is our little parcel?" he inquired.

"Snug as a bug, in the boot of a car," Frank grinned, starting the engine. "A magic-eye storage space," he shook his head, impressed, "you cover every contingency." He gave a shout of laugher, causing George to look at him inquiringly. "Sorry, boss," Frank explained on a cough, "it's just the way those cops knocked and called into the boot, like car whisperers." 

"Frank," George's black eyes gleamed as he smiled out the passenger window, "this is certainly not the first time this car has been searched for a missing person. Nor will it be the last. Which reminds me," he frowned, fumbling around his pocket for his phone.

Frank watched interestedly from the corner of his eye as George scrolled his contacts list and dialled his selection. "Who are you calling?" he asked curiously.

"An old friend," George smirked nastily. "Who will ensure both of those insolent officers' careers go down in flames. I also would like to find out why I wasn't notified when an alert was put out on us. These are worrying times, Frank. Our Gregory was unaware of both the murder report and the police approach. It's very important to know when one is being investigated. I pay a lot of money for that privilege."



The Ranch Ch. 07



Colin spent the next morning in the dinning room with Gable. 

The two men remained after breakfast, and in a flurry of hammering and climbing on ladders they were creating ...something.

Lissa was shooed out, after Colin rather cryptically said it was a surprise. "Well, don't electrocute yourselves." She laughed as they pushed her out the door with the promise that she could be first to try it. 

She went to the room and put on the skirt that matched her vest. By tying the vest tightly, she was fairly well covered. Not that it mattered, the Ranch was well guarded, but still it would have been odd to walk around exposed when she was outdoors. For the first time since they arrived, she stepped outside. There was an arena and barns behind the main buildings and she decided to check out the former. 

There were several women riding on the track around the inside of the vast building. Lissa watched the riders plod around the circle on mild looking quarter horses and smiled. This part of the Ranch was definitely 'dude'. To someone used to the more spirited mounts and the thrills of competitive jumping, this was all a bit tame. 

"Is this where we learn to ride?" Karen came up beside her. "I really love horses."

One of the cowboys was watching Sarah and Rachel as they circled the ring. Lissa waved him over. "He should be able to find you a mount."

The man, Lissa remembered his name was Luis, strolled over. "Can I get you ladies something to ride."

"Just for Karen." Lissa decided to help Karen today. She had watched this woman orgasm repeatedly yesterday, while her husband was tortured a few feet from her. Now she seemed like a tourist out to enjoy something new.

"Help me get her mounted, she'll enjoy that." Luis winked as he led them to an alcove at the end of the building. 

A sturdy bay mare was already saddled and stood patiently. As Lissa patted the silky neck and shoulders she looked a the saddle. It didn't smell like a saddle, but like...soap, or disinfectant. It was a western rig, high in back and front with an odd little seam running down the middle. Lissa frowned and ran a finger over the cleft, wondering.

"These go there." Luis held an enameled tray with an assortment of molded rubber dildos. "Which do you like?"

Lissa looked again at the women plodding and bouncing around the track and giggled. Karen frowned and looked unsure as she spoke. "I don't know...I'm not...I mean."

"Come on, this looks like fun." Lissa studied the tray and bit her lip. There was a jar of cream, the tingle kind, so she started there. Taking only a little she lifted Karen's skirt and dabbed just a bit on the woman's ass and pussy, feeling rather pleased at her own boldness. 

Ignoring the woman's longing look, she chose a fair sized fake penis, trying it between her hands. It was very realistic with some sort of spring center to render it firm but flexible. She closed her eyes, and went down on it, only the faint taste of alcohol spoiling the illusion. When she opened her eyes she caught the others watching her fervidly. "This one, I think.

She handed it to Karen and returned to the tray. There was one that was long, almost as long as Gable's, (she smiled secretly) but much narrower. It flexed and whipped around when she lifted it and she nodded. "This, and this," she chose a long strip of soft rubber fingers about an inch long. 

The cowboy took the strip and snapped it at the front of the slit in the saddle. Lissa was glad to see that she had been correct. The dozens of fingers stood like a brush, where they would tease the clitoris of the rider. The larger phallus was fastened in the center and the long thin one at the back.

The saddle looked truly menacing, and Karen swallowed loudly. "I don't know, I'm not much of a rider."

Luis was shortening the stirrups even as she spoke. "You don't have to worry about falling off." He laughed and brought up a mounting block. "Lissa and me will take care of everything."

He lifted the woman to the block and helped her set her boots in the stirrups. 

Now Lissa could see why they were so short. By standing strait, Karen hovered over the tools bristling out of the saddle. Slowly they urged her down, first seating the long slender rod in her ass, then easing the larger into her pussy. They moved the dildos in the channel until they fit perfectly and she was able to slide down almost completely. Luis nodded to Lissa and together they eased her feet from the stirrups. Karen let out a little squeal as her weight dropped completely on the saddle and the tickler began rubbing her clit. 

Luis lengthened the straps and helped her reset her feet, her legs straight. "I'll walk you around at first." Luis took the reins and led her onto the ring. She heard Karen catch her breath as she was gently bounced and vibrated by the horses gait. 

Lissa was turned on but decided to wait until tomorrow to go riding. She was intrigued by the promised surprise, and liked the anticipation. She watched the other women for a while, thinking of how it would feel. To be on the horse, literally attached to the saddle by your sex. She shivered and smiled when Rachel whimpered and clutched the saddle horn as her body shook.

To Be Continued...



The Ranch Ch. 08



The after effects of the previous evening were that everyone, including Colin, Lissa, and Gable, spent the morning in the hot tubs and pool. The salves made them feel as if they had eaten a peck of hot peppers. 

Colin went off with Gable and Thomas, and didn't invite her to come along. Lissa watched them exit the hot tub, her eyes following the nude men until they entered the main building. As the teasing streams of hot silky water played over her, she leaned back and pondered the day ahead. 

Deciding to put off going riding for another day, Lissa swam nude, something she had never done. Karen, Betsy, and Sarah joined her, and she enjoyed having a day to spend simply relaxing. They soaked in the hot pulsing jets of the tubs, returning to swim in the balmy, body temperature pool. 

Jade and Rachel set up massage tables and everyone had a rub down. Cara and Suyen strolled out, hand in hand and joined in. Before long, the others had paired up, and the patio echoed with whispered cries and moans. Lissa floated in the pool and tried to rationalize her reaction. She loved it when someone went down on her and who better to know what pleased a woman - than another woman. She had an orgasm with Karen, but only after whipping her. Resting her forearms on the edge of the deck, she watched intently, trying to fathom what the women were enjoying. 

Suyen and Cara had lay together on a soft pad, gently licking and stroking one another until they came. They saw her watching and gestured for her to join them. She swallowed hard and climbed from the pool, unable to refuse. 

"Don't look like such a martyr, dear." Cara laughed and pulled her down between them. 

"Tell me what you want, I'll do anything."

"Just lie still, let us handle everything." Suyen ran her hands over the wet, smooth skin and shared a smile with Cara. Lissa closed her eyes and soon felt the stirrings of pleasure. Her nipples were suckled and her breasts received a hundred butterfly soft kisses. 

Slender fingers ran up and down the inner flesh of her legs, starting at her feet and stopping just short of her pussy. They teased her until she began to move restlessly, only then slipping into the blond curls. A tongue traced the soft line of hr belly, dipping into the navel then ever so slowly moving to the fold that hid Lissa's clitoris. She moaned and bent her knees, trying to let them in. 

Something pushed into her, not a dildo, she could feel fingers move. They had put a hand - well most of one - inside of her. Still the mouth worried her clit, while someone else stuck a hand under her hips and pierced her ass. The hand in her pussy retreated, even as fingers slipped into her bottom, lifting, tilting her pelvis until she opened her eyes. "What, what are you? Owww don't...stop." The little hand, Cara's she saw, advanced further she felt tears fill her eyes. Suyen returned to her cunt, gently biting the erect nub that was now exposed. Lissa came even as she planted her feet and pushed away from the two older women. "What the hell..."

The women glanced at her then conferred with each other. "Gable was right, she is still small."

Cara was rubbing her fingers on a towel. "I couldn't even get in."

"But the pain succeeded in making her come. Amazing." Suyen looked at Lissa clinically, and she blushed. 

She was going to sit in one of the hot tubs and soak, but they coaxed her out and led her into the building. "What now? Look...I'm sorry I pulled away, you can try again if you want. I was surprised, that's all." She had expected to be petted like a cat, and the business with the hand had shocked her. Maybe they were mad; maybe Suyen was going to toss her and Colin out. "I just didn't expect that..." 

Suyen cut her off. "We are not angry." 

"Are you wondering where the men are?" Cara grinned slyly.

"Now that you mention it." Lissa followed the women, leaving wet footprints on the terra cotta floor. 

"The gymnasium." Suyen said, and Lissa saw that they had arrived." 

The little room over-looked a gymnasium, full of equipment and pads and naked men. The three women stood close to the one way glass and looked on in awe. 

Luis was standing at the 'horse', gripping the handles. His head hung between his outstretched arms as his muscular body arched, his ass cleaved by Josh. Gable moved behind Josh and pushed into him, making him groan. Luc spurned the jar of lubricant and knelt behind Gable, bathing him with his tongue. 

Then as if aware that the others were waiting, he leapt up and slammed into Gable, his size and strength making even Gable bellow in distress. Colin returned the favor, eschewing the tongue lashing first. 

One by one they joined the line as Thomas watched with interest from the sidelines. At last he joined them and they began to thrust, seeking some sort of rhythm, a chain of men - joined at the hip.

Lissa pressed her body against the glass as she watched. This had to be for Luc, she thought. The mans appetite was rapacious. 

She longed to go and fling herself into the group. Her bare, damp breasts were crushed against the cool smoothness, halos of steam forming an outline of her hands and body. 

How glorious they were, glistening muscular shoulders, tense and powerful, flat dimpled buttocks, pressed tight against thighs and flat, ridged bellies. 

"She wasn't kidding when she said she'd be a queer, if she was a man." Cara laughed harshly from behind her.

"Hush, don't be nasty." Suyen ran her smooth hands down Lissa's sides, making her shiver. "We all have our secret desires, don't we my dear."

Lissa stepped back and answered honestly. "Men are so beautiful, together they are so..."

"Unlike your father and his women." 

Lissa turned from the wondrous view and faced Suyen. "When my father...step father beat me - purified me - he would get excited and leave. I followed him once and saw him with the housekeeper and maid. It was disgusting. They laid there like corpses and he pumped away at them, and all the while telling them how filthy they were." She turned back to the window and sighed. "I had a summer at camp, when I was twelve. One of the counselors...well he was kind to me. I thought all men were like my father, but Tom was different."

"Tom was gay?" Suyen lay her cheek against Lissa's back. 

"Sounds sort of simplistic, but it's true." Lissa didn't tell them about following the young man into the woods and watching as he met another counselor. They had been so alike, lithe and smooth bodied. They had made love and for the first time Lissa became aroused, watching as Tom swallowed the boys prick, making him come. How he had shuddered and panted, running his hands over Tom's shoulders. 

And then Tom took his pleasure, fucking the downy, narrow ass as the boy stood holding on to a tree, bravely accepting Tom, even though it seemed to hurt a lot. 

She stood mesmerized, her hand burrowing into her shorts, stroking her slit. Father had cautioned her not to 'play' with herself. If anything or anyone got into her little flower, he said he'd know. So she moved her hand farther back, and slipped a fingertip into her bottom, while rubbing her clit on her bony wrist. As she watched Tom's strong young dick enter that boy's tiny little hole, she came for the first time. 

After that, whenever she was beaten, or 'purified', she imagined it was Tom, or some other handsome man, seeking his pleasure from her pain. 

Now, her breath caught in her throat, as the men grew more inflamed and vocal. The center of her pulsed in time with their thrusts, and she felt Suyen's hand trace the cleft between her buttocks, moving forward until it touched her clit. Her thighs clenched, and a hot rush of creamy liquid poured out of her.

In the gym the men finished and sprawled on the mats. Some of them were still necking while others drew away. As usual, Colin stayed close to Gable and Luc watched them mischievously. He dropped down in the center of the men and began speaking animatedly. 

Whatever he said made some move closer and some edge away. Luis scooted back quickly, making Charlie laugh. Finally Luc seemed to convince some of them, and still talking he raised his hand. Phil's hand flew up eagerly, Luc having become something of an idol for him. Luc barely looked at him but kept his gaze on Gable. 

There was provocation in his stance, and Gable reluctantly raised his hand. The three stood and surveyed the rest of the group. Luc was talking and Josh raised his hand, clenched in a fist, then as reluctantly as Gable had, Colin. Finally Thomas raised his fist and began giving orders. 

Charlie knelt and Gable stepped in front of him, letting him take him in his mouth. Luis knelt before Phil, and Gunner before Luc. The standing men bent at the waist and used the men sucking them for support. Thomas seemed to be instructing Colin and Josh about something. When they turned they were wearing almost invisible rubber gloves on one hand.

Lissa knew what was coming and turned to the two older women. "You knew! That's why you did that..." She was peeved and more than a little turned on. 

Lissa...dear," Suyen was using her Doctor voice. "You must know how strong a homosexual preference Colin has."

As she watched, her husband put his left hand in the middle of Gable's back and slipped the fingers of his right hand into the tiny puckered orifice, extending the ring of muscle severely. The gloved, oiled hand inched into the big man as he grabbed Charlie's shoulders tightly, and bent lower. Colin was erect, even though he had just come, even though he was flinching every time Gable shuddered. He was trying - improbably - to be as gentle as he could. "Colin's gay. That's it, isn't it."

"No, he is bisexual, perhaps leaning toward men, but deeply in love with you." Suyen stepped closer and spoke quietly, seeing that Lissa was listening intently even as she watched her husband penetrate Gable. "You must learn to play the forceful lover, because at home he can not be with men. No one but fellow Ranch intimates." 

Lissa watched in awe as Colin's big hand disappeared into Gable. The bald man convulsed and raised his head, his features contorted. "I should play the man, you mean." 

"Sometimes, just as he will sometimes whip you, even though it is not really what he enjoys."

Lissa could see that Suyen was right. Colin was cringing again as if he were the one in agony; he didn't understand the wonderful release one found in suffering. He was aroused watching it - but his heart wasn't really in causing it. Lissa wished she were in his place. Gable was motionless now, but she could see the tears filling his eyes as Colin's hand inched deeper. 

She glanced at the other pairs, Luc stood motionless, almost expressionless, and staring at Gable as Thomas sank his hand into him. Luis had to support Phil as he seemed to swoon, Josh into him halfway to his elbow. 

Thomas said something, and the men seemed to withdraw. Only Colin's hand remained hidden, and when he pulled away Gable staggered back, away from Charlie. His prick spurted and cum arced, even as his lips drew back in a pained grimace. 

"They make a fist, inside." Suyen informed her as she began stroking Lissa's pussy. "The person being fucked is unable to pull away until the hand is opened."

Lissa sighed heavily and watched as Charlie moved to Colin, and began to suck him off. Colin seemed lost and closed his eyes; standing slumped, letting Charlie support him even as his hand remained in Gable. When he came, his head snapped back, the tendons in his neck showing taut. His hand must have flexed because Gable expelled it, staggering away. Still half-erect, Colin collapsed to the mat, tearing off the glove and sitting with his knees drawn against his torso, his hands clasped around them. 

The others kept at it, but she only had eyes for her husband. Gable sat gingerly next to him and threw an arm about him. Poor Colin, she smiled, sometimes he felt guilty about enjoying things like this. "Cara...do you have one of those gloves?"

* 

She never told them that she had watched, that she saw Colin test himself by letting, no, insisting that Gable put on a glove and return the 'favor' of the fist fuck. She never told them how she came, sobbing with pain and held fast by Cara's small fist, while Suyen knelt before her, licking her clitoris. How she stood bent, her hands splayed on the glass through which she watched the men avariciously. Watching as her husband wept, even as he seemed to collapse, with only his spurting cock to show his pleasure in the experience. 

The next evening they ate in silence and watched Josh and Sarah fuck each other with large vibrators, then use harness to hold them in place. With the quaking rods buried in their bottoms, they tried to have sex standing up. Luc decided to help and with Karen's aid he cuffed them and drew their arms up taut. He helped Sarah mount Josh, and they went at it frantically. Lissa was reminded of that first night, that first dinner at the ranch. 

Luc decided to take it one step farther and began to lash them with the flail. After the first few blows they came apart, dancing away from the stinging pain. Josh was still hard, and the couple didn't object when Karen guided him into his wife again. Luc handed Karen the flail and cuffed Josh's ankles to a ring in the floor. He stood and slipped his hands under Sarah's knees, pulling her tightly against her husband, holding her helpless. At his nod, Karen began to whip the girl. The flail lashed Sarah's ass repeatedly, until Luc called a halt. 

He went behind her, and lifted her - a hand on each burning cheek - and with her legs spread wide, impaled her on her mate's steel hard prick. Hanging like a broken doll, she let him move her back and forth, controlling the fuck. Karen in the meantime began to whip Josh with a vengeance, the lash catching Sarah on the insides of the thighs occasionally. When they finished, and hung limp and sated, Luc snatched up a rod, and struck them both before Thomas stopped him, letting him continue only after Josh and Sarah gave their permission for one more stripe each.

Lissa, sitting between Colin and Gable began to masturbate the men as they watched. They returned the favor, and the three 'musketeers' found their pleasure quietly while the others joined in the orgy surrounding Luc. When the party moved to the pool, the three of them retired to their room, and lounged on the bed, watching old movies. It was one of many things they discovered they had in common. 

The passion that always swirled around them had ebbed and risen time and again this night, and they joined at last, quietly, lovingly reaching consummation. First Gable and Colin drove her to the point of ecstasy with only their mouths and hands. Every inch of her body was stroked and kissed by the patient men, and she learned a new kind of agony. Time and again she was pushed over the edge until she was limp.

Colin declared himself much too spent to join in and Lissa and Gable took this as a challenge. After resting only a moment, the figures on the bed shifted, strong hands lifting Colin's flaccid penis, while his testicles where nuzzled and the nerve cluster behind them stroked. They refused to stop until he grew hard and Lissa's lips circled the broad tip. It was the best she could do to swallow half of the huge rod while Gable teased the rest, his hand under their victim's bottom. 

Her jaw was beginning to ache, and she suckled harder, scraping him with her teeth gently, flicking and swirling the tip with her tongue. Gable's powerful hands grew more forceful and Colin bucked and moaned. He spilled into both of their mouths as they met in a kiss, sharing in their ardor for the charming and handsome young man.

Later as Gable and she lay awake, with a sleeping Colin still pressed between them, she whispered a question. "If you don't mind... I mean, what is it with you and Luc?"

"I was once a pretty square fellow - O.K. - really square. " Gable rolled away a bit and looked up at the ceiling. "I was working for Luc when I met Marianna, his latest mistress. I fell in love - really in love - for the first time in my life."

"Marianna Clare, the actress?" Lissa remembered reading of the tempestuous love affair between the two movie stars. Marianna was a stunning woman, with platinum hair and violet blue eyes.

Gable nodded, "we began an affair, secret I thought, until Luc joined us one evening. She...Marianna, convinced me that she needed both of us, and I fell for it. Hell, I'd only been with a few women, what did I know. At first we would take her between us, Luc never touching me sexually nor I him." 

Gable sighed and closed his eyes. "Gradually, I as introduced to things, things Marianna insisted made her happy. I discovered that I had a talent and a taste for discipline. One day I was tied face down, being whipped by Marianna, when she 'insisted' that Luc bugger me. I thought I would die from the pain and shame, but I learned to appreciate it." Gable smiled sadly, and looked first at Colin then her. 

"What happened?" 

"We came to the Ranch, and I learned the truth. Marianna's taste really ran toward women, she only slept with Luc to further her career, she only slept with me to please Luc." Gable's voice became distant and oddly bitter. "It was Luc who wanted me from the beginning. I was 'so much the brute', he said. The whole time we were here, I did anything he asked things I didn't even know... existed. On the last night... I whipped them both, left them horny, and tied up - then I told them I was staying."

"You were a guest, and you just stayed here." Lissa raised her voice and Colin stirred, murmuring in his sleep. "I thought the cowboys were hired..."

"Help." He finished her sentence. "No, most of us were guests at one time."

"I didn't mean anything." Lissa was quick to assure him. "I just didn't realize that anyone could stay."

"Thomas thought I had certain talents."

"Discipline!" Lissa's insides wriggled at the thought. The very word had so many meanings, loving punishment, a specialty, or even education. Gable personified all these things to Lissa.

"There is more to me than that." Gable rolled back toward them and stroked Colin's arm before touching her cheek. "I had hoped you..."

"You are the best teacher, and best friend, and we love you, very much."

Gable's green eyes met hers and what he saw there made him swallow hard. "You don't mean that. You love Colin and he loves you."

"And we both love you." Colin's sleepy voice was muffled but sincere. He rolled over and faced Gable. "I mean it."

Gable seemed at a loss for words. He smiled at the picture Lissa made as she peeked over Colin's shoulder at him, his harsh features softening. He gestured for her to come to him and she scrambled over Colin, and landed on his heavily muscled chest. The three of them laughed as the dark and menacing Gable was sandwiched between the sleek young couple and kissed until he begged for mercy. 

When he pinned Lissa under him and settled into the soft cradle of her hips, his hard length touching the very core of her, she almost wept at how sweet the sensation was. Colin ran his hands and mouth over them both, his tongue and fingers stroking and probing until the three of them collapsed into a happy, sweaty, sleepy heap.

To Be Continued...



The Ranch Ch. 09



None of the men were willing to 'pitch' when Luc decided to try the Go-round a few days later. 

So he quickly asked Lissa to put on a harness, and play the man's part. Luc seemed oddly enervated as he fastened her up, with a hefty vibrator in her pussy and one only slightly slimmer in her ass. 

He tried to fit her with a hard, massive phallus for himself but Thomas stopped him, and fastened a long flexible rod to her loins instead. The vibrations within her, made Lissa spasm in tiny orgasms, even as Gable and Colin sat Luc down and prepared him. 

When he was lifted, Gable lashed him as he spun around, the stinging strands of the flail catching him randomly on the sides and legs. Lissa lay down carefully, a pillow slipped under her to ease her well-stuffed backside, and raise her hips. Even so the pressure on the flange of the vibrator made her moan. Gable caught Luc by the legs and lowered him, hard and fast, while Colin guided the long black rubber shaft into him. 

The pressure on her clitoris from the bump on the base of the dildo was the last straw, and Lissa bucked and screamed, slamming into Luc just as he began to spin. Colin sat beside her and bent low, offering his support, as Luc screamed and begged to go faster. Looking over she saw half the people in the room were already fucking as they watched, only Gable seemingly cool as he held the remote in one hand and the whip in the other. 

Luc came, splattering them as he whirled about, and still he pleaded for them to keep going. Lissa felt Colin bury his face in her hair, his strong arm holding her secure. Closing her eyes, she ran her hand down his chest and found him erect. Each time Luc spun, her clit was tweaked. Every nerve in her body seemed to be rubbed raw by the vibrators. Her hand clenched on Colin as she screamed out her anguish and delight, her eyes flying open in time to see Luc stiffen, bellowing something in French as he tried to pull away. Thomas came and took the remote from Gable, stopping the turning and releasing Luc.

Gable dropped to his knees and began to unfasten the buckles of the harness, easing the vibrators from her quaking body. Luc glared at them, seeming to blame them for something and Lissa wondered what he was angry at. Colin waited until Thomas and Charlie helped the actor from the room, then whispered in her ear. "He begged them to stop, he asked for mercy."

She understood, remembering Luc's scorn for the people afraid to try sodomy on the contraption. The fact that she had done it made him jealous and enraged. The fact that she - and Colin - had Gable's affection seemed to aggravate him no end. 

Lissa shook off the notion. Luc was a fellow intimate of the Ranch, and as such was entitled to her body whenever he wished, for whatever purpose. She wished that she had kissed him. 

*

The following Sunday Colin disappeared with Gable, Charlie and Gunner. Lissa's curiosity got the better of her and she went looking for the men. 

She ended up in the 'viewing room' next to Cara's room.

Cara and the men were lounging about, their attention on the large screen TV, as a football game played out. Lissa stood and watched, chuckling at the incongruous picture they made. The beautiful men in their seductive garb, sitting around drinking beer as though it were an ordinary game day.

"Silly game." Luc's accented voice came from behind her and made her jump. "Come to my room. I will show you a game you will appreciate."

She followed the Frenchman, quelling her apprehension about him, partially because he was a fellow Intimate, and partially because he was irresistibly, dangerously fascinating. 

Whatever he wanted her to do, she would do. He couldn't, by the laws of the Ranch, really harm her. She could take whatever he could dish out, she told herself.

In Luc's room, the plastic was down, and the IV pole was ready. Lissa swallowed hard. Before, when she had done this, the burning cream had taken all choice from her. 

Now she was faced with the memory of her stepfather's 'cleansing' sessions. Luc looked at her coolly. "If you don't wish to... I will understand." He seemed to be taunting her, daring her to continue.

"Do whatever you want." Her voice was sultry as she picked up the thick rubber hose. "I'll go first if you like, do you want me naked?"

"Y...yes." He seemed taken aback by her attitude. He stroked the ridiculously large rubber bag and laughed. "Bend over and grab your ankles, this burns a little but...no harm...I assure you."

"Save some for yourself." She had stripped and bent gracefully, offering herself to his macabre appetites.

"Plenty for both of us, I think." He pushed the outsized caricature of a nozzle into her forcefully and began squeezing the bag. "We'll go into bathroom for the messy part." He nodded toward the mirror that covered one wall. "Some things we don't want anyone to watch, ehh?" 

Lissa gave herself over to the situation, long practice making her able to distance herself from the most grotesque aspects of things like this. She would give him pleasure, and take some for herself if she could. If she couldn't, well that's what the ranch was about too. Helping others achieve their fantasies.

She never told them - Colin and Gable - what occurred, glad the worst of it took place on the tile floor of the shower where no one could see. When they both had been filled to bursting, Luc had lashed her with a strap. Then in the bath, he had removed the plugs seconds before he began to fuck her savagely on the cold floor of the shower. The results had been inevitable and disgusting, and she could find no trace of satisfaction in it. She did, discover a talent for acting she didn't know she had, and faked an orgasm for the first time. 

Luc seemed disappointed in her reaction and jumped up, turning on the showers. When she was clean, she approached him with the fluffy sponge in her hand, brushing his lips with hers. He slapped her face and stalked out.

*

For the next few days they didn't see much of the handsome, neurotic Frenchman, he stayed away from the Ranch on business. 

The musketeers lazed about on the deck, making love with each other and anyone else who cared to join in. Unless they were requested to join in with some activity, they removed to thier room and enjoyed each others company. The three of them became inseperable, spending long nights watching movies, making love, playing games, only some of them sexual. 

Today they swam. Colin soon tired and lay sprawled on the air-mattress, watching as Lissa slashed through the crystal water with Gable. Her sinuous white body playfully circled the magnificently brawny man, like a water nymph teaseing Neptune. She swam nude, as free and graceful as a mermaid did. Gable cut the water with masterful strokes, swimming as purposefully as he did everything else. 

They were so athletic, so physically perfect, incredibly sexual and intense. Colin could only watch and wonder... they both loved him... these two sublime creatures. He laughed as his beloved wife was hoisted out of the water and thrown, cursing like a sailor into the deep end. Resplendent, they might be but they were also quite mad.

Thomas came by and asked Colin to join him in the stables. The last time he had been there they had watched as the horses were bred. It had been an awesome scene, the giant purebred stallion advancing, his monstrous penis extended. The skittish young mare fleeing, until he caught her, biting her flanks and mounting her as she screamed. By the time it was over, and the copious semen gushed from both the stallion and the quivering mare, the people around the paddock fence were imitating the horses. 

Colin had been stunned by the violence of the animal's coming together. When he looked around, the others were already going at it. The women were bent forward and roughly plowed by whatever man was close-by. It was primal, this frantic need for release.

Usually, there were more women than men in the stables, the women seemingly fascinated by the horses. Today, however was cold and windy and only Betsy, Karen, and of course Lissa had ventured out. 

Thomas had already started to fuck Karen and Betsy and Lissa had had Charlie and Luis acting like stallions, pounding into them from behind. Luis was caught by Lissa's orgasm, obviously startled by the violence of her clenching, grasping pussy. Colin had to grin as the young man bellowed and dropped back, his prick drooping and leaking. His Lissa did have an amazingly tight little pussy. 

She was still shaking, as Gable slipped into the warm sheath, slamming home only a few times before he raised his sights. His lathered prick angled down into her vulnerable ass, not stopping until his belly was hard against her back. Charlie had finished with Betsy, and was replaced by Josh, who followed Gables lead and opted for a less traveled road. 

Colin had considered reaming Gable when he spied Thomas, still slamming Karen into the paddock fence. He stepped over to Lissa and kissed her and Gable, stroking her steaming slit and gathering the creamy mixture of cum and Lissa that flowed there. Spreading it on himself he quickly approached Thomas and shoved his huge, rampant prick home. 

Thomas hollered and tried to pull away. "Hey! Careful...that ah... hurts." 

"But it feels good too, doesn't it." Colin leaned forward and whispered, as the chill wind whipped over them.

"God...Yes! But easy, you're too big. Oh!"

Colin redoubled his powerful thrusts, enjoying having the imperious Thomas at his mercy. Thomas always seemed to be the one who was in command, but now he could only stand and take it, harsh and hasty. Even when Thomas came, and Karen sidled away from him, Colin stayed seated deep inside the leader's body. When he finally reached climax, Josh, who had eagerly waited, prick throbbing with excitement, instantly replaced him.

Today as they walked through the sunshine to the barn Colin remembered that cloudy day, when Thomas was as well fucked as the three women. Only a slashing rain had finally stopped the wild scene, the women and older man barely able to do more than stagger back to the main building.

Colin wondered what on earth he wanted, wondered if he too was remembering that day, until Thomas announced, "Betsy wants to be mounted by a stallion."

"That's nuts, it would kill her." Colin looked incredulously at Thomas. Surely he couldn't mean what he was saying.

"I KNOW that! It is why I asked you for help. Could you come up with something to help her with her fantasy, something realistic but harmless." 

Colin was fascinated by the challenge and began pondering how it could be done. "I would need your biggest...er you know, as large as she could take without harm."

"I have just the thing." Thomas assured him, laughing at the younger mans reluctance to say the word dildo.

*

Colin kept it secret, lest Becky find out and ruin the illusion. He and Luis spent the next day preparing a platform and finding just the right horse. When he went to get Betsy he looked for his wife, but she and Gable were swimming, racing each other. He and Charlie cuffed Betsy's hands and stripped off her clothes. While Luis was blindfolding her, Colin motioned for Karen. 

She was watching Lissa swim and reluctantly came over to him. "Tell them," he pointed to the two swimmers, "tell them to come to the arena when they're done." He cast one last, loving look at the figures slicing through the clear water, then followed the others to the arena.

Betsy was shivering with excitement as they led her to a platform in the center of the floor. She was drawn forward onto the high padded bench, her hands pulled down and fastened to the front legs while her ankles were pulled apart and tied to the back legs. A crowd had gathered and Colin gestured for quiet. "Tonight we see our Betsy experience a profoundly different lover. Betsy is going to be mounted by a stallion." 

There was a scattering of comments and Thomas silenced them with a look. "Betsy has volunteered to attempt this and we must let her take the risk."

Colin winked and held a finger to his lips. He wished that Gable and Lissa would hurry up and get here, they were going to miss the show. 

"You...you will be careful." Betsy lifted her face from the padded bench, her breasts pushed flat on the leather, and her pussy gaping as it protruded over the end. "It won't really damage me, will it?" She gulped nervously.

Thomas patted her cheek below the blindfold. "We are almost certain. Shall we start." 

Luis led out a mare, chosen by him for it's placid nature and love of being scratched. The bench was the exact height to let the mare stand over it, her plump belly just brushing the person on it. 

Betsy heaved forward when she felt the coarse hair of the horses' chest push over her buttocks. "I don't...go slow, please."

"Hold it," Colin yelled fearfully, as a grinning Luis prodded the sleepy mare forward. 

"I can't hold him." Luis tried to sound panicked as Colin took the dildo, and kneeling pushed it into Betsy's vagina."

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Betsy shrieked even though the staff had been well lubricated. Colin had to admit the size of the thing was daunting. Thomas had assured him that Betsy not only could take it, but also already had several times. 

The deaf old mare began to lurch back and forth, as Luis scratched her side. Colin kept time, pushing the giant dildo deeper each time the horse leaned forward. Betsy screeched as if she were being killed, even as she had a pair of violent orgasms. Luis backed the horse away and Colin handed him the dildo. 

When he was gone, they untied Betsy who was still jerking with aftershocks of delight. Everyone cheered his or her approval, no one spoiling the fiction. 

"I'm sticking to man sized pricks from now on." Betsy took a shaky bow and left holding on to Charlie's arm. 

Thomas patted Colin on the back. "My boy, that was inspired. Very inventive."

Colin wished that Lissa had been here, now he would have to tell them what happened. Them - how often he thought in those terms lately, Lissa and Gable, the people he loved most. How he dreaded the thought of leaving here, of leaving Gable. 

Not finding them on the pool deck, he looked in the dining room, then their quarters. Since Phil and Karen were also absent he went to the 'viewing' room next to theirs, but it was empty. He shrugged and returned to the dining room. Who knew what those two were up to he thought, smiling. 

In the dining room he relaxed and watched as Josh and Sarah were tied to benches and fucked by Charlie and Gunner. Those two loved an audience; he pondered even as Cara took a paddle to the men hunched over the young couple. Lissa would enjoy this - and do a much better job on Charlie and Gunner's asses. 

He sat alone until Rachel came over and began to kiss him. She offered to come to his room with him, since he was going to be alone.

"What do you mean - alone." 

He held her away from him and she gave him an ornery grin. "Your little lady and Gable are helping Phil and Karen reach new depths of discomfort."

"Where?" A nagging feeling of concern made his voice sharp. 

"I don't know." Rachel slouched into the chair next to him. "Karen asked them to come with her. They'd just climbed out of the pool, and didn't even dry off."

Why didn't Karen give them his message? "Gable and Lissa just went off with her?"

"Yeah. You'd think her and Phil would be fucked out after spending the whole day with Luc."

Something made his heart beat faster, a premonition that something was wrong. There had been a strange tension in the air, between Luc and Gable, and lately Lissa had seemed uneasy about the actor, too. "Luc returned...when?"

"This morning."

Colin jumped up and paced out of the room. He headed for the little room next to Luc's, staying only for a moment. The scene that confronted him made him reel. 

Lissa stood at the foot of the bed, bound spread eagle to the posts, sagging as if barely conscious. The front of her body was covered with welts, some welling blood. Karen knelt at her feet, her hands and face buried between Lissa's thighs. 

Gable's hands were bound to a ring in the ceiling, his feet chained to one in the floor. He faced Lissa, his muscles tense and rock hard. His rugged features were drawn and pale, his powerful body heavily streaked with blood and bruises. 

Colin took all of this in, for a moment wondering if it was some sort of elaborate scenario, faked for Luc's pleasure. 

Luc paced back and forth, a thick rod in his hand. He lashed Gable across the front of his thighs, narrowly missing his flaccid penis. Gable tore at the metal handcuffs that held him, raging aloud only when Luc turned to Lissa. For a few stunned seconds Colin was frozen with shock until the screams of pain and rage jolted him into awareness. This was real. Dear God, this was real! 

Colin ran from the two-way mirror, and charged into the next room. With an inarticulate grow of rage he grabbed Luc, and pushed him away from his wife. 

Lissa screamed and Gable shouted, "look out!" Colin turned, just in time to see Phil swinging a wine bottle at his head. 

Pain and pressure made his head pound as he awoke, bent almost double over the heavy chair back. His hands and feet were tied with cord to the four legs and someone was whipping him viciously. He struggled wildly and felt blood start to seep from his wrists. A ball gag made his jaw ache as the slashing blows came harder and faster. He heard Lissa and Gable shout and wondered absently why they weren't gagged too. 

The deranged actor thrust into him and Colin gave a shrill muffled groan at the massive dry invasion, fresh tears starting from his eyes. 

He could hear Luc cackling behind him, as vomit burned his throat. He fought the urge, knowing that vomiting could kill him with the gag in place. He could smell fear and blood and sweat and something like kerosene. 

"Karen, love. Show him." Luc's voice sounded almost normal, even as he continued to pummel his helpless victim. Colin's hair was grabbed and his head lifted. What he saw made him dizzy with fear. 

Phil had a torch, a propane bottle with a bright blue flame dancing at the top. He held a metal rod in the flame and seemed fascinated by the result. He scuttled over and showed it to Colin while Karen held his aching head aloft. 

Glowing white-hot were three conjoined initials each about an inch high. "I had it made specially, for the three musketeers. See - an L, a C and a G, it is beautiful is it not."

"You God-damned freak!" Gable panted, his breaths labored.

Luc stopped fucking Colin, and there was the sound of fists battering flesh and bone. "Be still Gable, ladies first." He walked away and Colin heard Gable bellow, seconds before Lissa screamed in agony. 

Colin went wild and tore at his bonds, trying to move a chair that was bolted to the floor. "You're next pretty boy." Phil whispered as he returned to the torch. Colin could smell the odor of scorched flesh, and worried at the silence. 

"Luc," Gable shouted frantically. "It's me you're pissed at. Let them go, for God's sake. Please?"

"It really kills you doesn't it. Seeing them hurt like this." Luc's voice was savage. 

"It's ready," Phil strolled over and Colin could feel the heat on his ass. Luc undid the gag and then walked slowly around the helpless man, his fingertips trailing over the tender skin at his side. Colin heard Gable's frenzied shout, then his own scream. Pain so ferocious it made his vision redden and blur, hit and then receded as he started to black out. 

"Help...help." A voice called out weakly. Colin was shocked when he realized that it was his own. He could smell the burnt odor again and hear Gable cursing violently. 




The Ranch Ch. 09



"Somebody help us." It was Lissa, this time. Her voice was faint. "Don't!" Then Gable's hoarse strangled shout and the smell again as the white-hot iron was pressed deep into his flank. 

"What in hell is going on here." Thomas' voice echoed through the room. "Charlie, Gunner, untie them. Luc, what have you done?" 

Gable started to explain haltingly. "Thomas...Karen asked us to come...she tied us, told us it was Colin's idea... and then Phil and Luc..." Gable broke off as the bonds holding him were released and he slid heavily to the floor. 

"They wouldn't stop, they...we said uncle." Lissa was crying, as she was gingerly laid next to Gable. The two cowboys seemed at a loss. They couldn't touch them without hurting them more. 

Colin joined them on the cool tile floor as Charlie lowered him from the chair. He struggled to rise up, to see them and reassure himself that they were all right. He could barely support himself, and the sight that greeted him made him reel. They were bloody and battered and shaking with shock. 

Suyen ran in, looked down and gasped something in Chinese, then knelt and began rummaging in a black medical bag. She filled a hypodermic and gave Lissa a shot. As she moved to inject the men, she glanced at Karen who started to shriek. "I didn't want to. They made me!"

"This will make you sleep." Suyen ignored her and gave Gable the next shot, then checked Colin for concussion before medicating him also. The pain started to recede almost instantly and he relaxed. Gable turned his head and looked at him with glassy, dilated eyes. "This is why you always use spotters." 

*

Lissa spent the next few days in bed, between Colin and Gable. Unfortunately, they were in separate beds and sleeping most of the time. Their wrists and ankles were bandaged and they were covered in salves and dressings. 

Suyen had been caring for them, with help from Thomas and Gunner, who was a surprisingly good nurse. During a lucid moment, Suyen had assured her that there was no permanent damage, no scarring except the burn. 

Lissa had groaned at the memory, and Suyen had apologized yet again. They offered to arrange for a world famous plastic surgeon to remove the brand, he was a Ranch intimate and could be trusted. 

"Trusted!" Colin snapped from his bed. "Luc was an INTIMATE!"

"Luc was...We found out that he was wanted for questioning by the police in France. Something about the disappearance of an actress."

"Marianne." Gable seemed to know what was coming.

"Yes, that was her name. They found her in his apartment, she'd been dead for some..." She broke off, realizing they didn't need to hear this now. 

"Charlie and Luis dropped him off at the Vegas cop shop." Gunner grinned at Gable, as he began to arrange their dinner trays. "After we beat the shit out of him."

"Phil...Karen, what about them?" Lissa asked weakly, afraid they might still be nearby. 

"They were sent on their way, a bit worse for wear," Suyen glanced at the smirking Gunner. "They were told NEVER to return." 

"What if they tell what happened?" Colin frowned looking at his bandaged wrists. "Out of spite, or something."

"Phil is a politician, with a strong fundamentalist voter base - I don't think they will talk." Suyen smiled secretively, but said no more.

Lissa breathed a sigh of relief and tried to eat some of the excellent food on her tray. She hated Luc, but felt pity for Phil and Karen. She knew first hand how seductive the Frenchman could be. The naive couple had become his pawns in the quest to revenge himself on Gable, and by association Lissa and Colin. 

"Damn shame the French got rid of the guillotine." Gable's voice was dead serious as he lay back and closed his eyes."

"I'm sorry about Marianne." Lissa whispered softly.

"She sold her soul long ago." Gable turned on his side, away from her. 

*

Lissa had packed and was starting to dress when she turned and looked at her naked backside. The burn had healed, but the scar was still an angry red. Linking the C and the G was an L, burned deep into the smooth whiteness of her hip, about an inch below her waist.

She turned away with a shudder, scolding herself. Don't look at it, you will have it erased and forget about it. It was not something she would ever, ever have chosen. She hated tattoos. Her ears weren't even pierced. She pulled on her panties and bra, suddenly anxious to be gone from here. 

It's your own fault. She looked in the mirror flinching at the haunted look in her own eyes. You thought you could play at pain, she berated herself, slap and tickle - with the emphasis on slap. Oh Lissa, you loved discipline but never considered that others wouldn't respect your limits. Hell - you didn't even set limits. Look at that depraved scene with Luc in the shower. No wonder he thought he could do anything to her. Why didn't she see that Luc couldn't differentiate between cruelty and discipline? Between games and torture.

Gable was disciplined, he could discipline. And now you're leaving him. He's probably glad to be rid of you both.

Colin couldn't wait to get out of here, and didn't seem interested in Thomas's offer of free visits for life. How could he ever look at her again, and not be reminded of agony and helplessness. 

Thomas and Suyen were utterly distraught over the whole affair. They thought they could let people live out their darkest desires, and still control the outcome. Telling customers to be unrestrained, but only a little, when we say it's all right. 

The Ranch had commanded a heavy toll from them, in exchange for the joy they had found here. Now, Lissa would have to say good-bye to Gable, they would have to say good-bye to him. It kept coming back to that. That would be the hardest. 

As soon as he was capable, Gable had left the room, saying they didn't need him around to remind them of the pain he'd caused. They tried to assure him that they didn't hold him responsible, but he was adamant. 

Lissa finished dressing and took one last look around the room, before leaving. Her narrow skirt made her steps short, and her high heels pinched as she walked quickly away, her hand trailing along the mosaic decorating the hall. 

Colin was waiting for her in the main hall, looking disturbed. "He won't even come to say good-bye."

Lissa didn't have to ask whom. She walked into her husband's arms and held him. Gable wasn't coming. Without looking around, they walked arm in arm to the waiting limo.

*

A tall figure watched from behind the curtains in their empty room. His broad shoulders slumped, and his face, usually a mask of control crumpled. "I'm sorry." He said it again, as if they could hear him. He didn't ask for forgiveness, what he had let happen... Gable shook his head... it was unforgivable. He let the curtains fall, and whispered. "Be happy."

To Be Continued...



The Ranch Ch. 10



In the weeks following their return home, they didn't speak of the Ranch. In fact they didn't speak much at all. 

They returned to work. Colin to the offices of his Computer Company and Lissa to her unpaid position as director of an outreach center. Colin threw himself into his work, even though the corporation had scarcely missed a beat in his absence. 

He and Lissa had not been together - sexually, since coming home. He was terribly afraid she had gone back into her shell. Afraid that the Ranch had been some sort of dream a fever dream of passion and pleasure, not meant for the real world. Really, in the depths of his soul, he was terrified at the prospect of losing her.

Alone in his office, everyone else long since headed home, Colin was debating what to order for dinner. A knock on the door made him start as Lissa opened it and slipped inside. She was dressed in her work clothes, jeans and a fuzzy blue sweater with white sneakers. She was carrying a picnic basket. "I thought you might be hungry?" She said it shyly, as if expecting a rebuff.

"Starving." He stood his arms at his sides and let his eyes run down her long lean figure, making no effort to hide his yearning.

"For dinner?" Bolder now, she gave him a randy grin that made his balls tighten, and his groin ache.

"For you." His voice became deadly serious, and he saw her breasts lift as she caught her breath.

Desire burning in her eyes, she dropped the basket. "I thought you'd never ask." In a graceful motion she raised her arms and tugged the sweater over her head. She wore nothing under it and her full beasts tipped slightly as she held her arms aloft, dropping the garment. 

He stood and took her narrow waist between his hands as her arms slowly twined about his neck. Running long fingers along her ribs he kissed her tenderly, his tongue tasting every aspect of her mouth. Pebble hard nipples rubbed against the heavy cotton of his shirt as she leaned in and pressed herself closer. Colin found the snap to her jeans and eased his hands inside. She helped him and wiggled her hips, the better to shed the pants. 

His fingers found her hot, moist center and stroked the golden curls there. She was more than ready for him. As he cupped her dripping mound and compressed the throbbing clitoris between the swollen labia, she unbuckled his belt and opened his fly, releasing his pulsing hardness. 

"Now!" Her tone was harsh with yearning. She rested her bottom on the edge of his desk and wrapped her long, silky legs around his hips. 

He paused, glancing at the door, "What if someone..."

"I locked it on the way in." She pulled him closer, until his massive prick was at the entry to the narrow, rose colored core of her. "Please, I can't wait."

He could no longer bridle his enthusiasm and leaned forward, letting her guide him inside. The welcoming warmth of the tight passage made him moan with pleasure. "I love you so."

"And...I love...ahhh...you." He was thrusting powerfully, making her words come out in breathy sobs. After weeks of denial their craving was too strong. When she captured his rampant prick and held it with interior muscles clenching in paroxysms of pleasure, he lost control. He slammed into her one last time and began to spurt endlessly, holding her cradled in his arms, almost weeping from the sheer joy of finding her again. 

He lifted her and went to the leather sofa. With her on his lap, he relaxed and leaned back, eyes closed. "That was great."

"Will it be enough, I mean...I know you like..."

"You are all I need to be happy." He sighed and stroked her back, his fingers brushing the slight ridge of the brand. "Will you ever want, you know - discipline."

"Only what you care to give." She let him rest for a while then slid off his lap and began to touch him again. Pushing his pants down, she took him into her hands. Her lips found his limp phallus and swirled her tongue around the broad tip. Her exquisite hands dipped between his thighs and lifted the heavy sac, weighing and testing the balls that filled the silken testicles. Burying her face in his lap she began to lick the sensitive, delicate flesh of his scrotum. 

When he started to harden she turned playful, ordering him to kneel on the couch and lean over the butter soft leather of the arm. For a moment he flashed to the ranch, and the chair he had been tied to. 

No! This was different; Lissa would never harm him. Entrusting himself to her, he lifted his knees to let her take off his trousers.

Then his shorts were eased off, slowly as if to prolong the suspense.

She knelt behind him and nuzzled his balls again, taking them each into her mouth. Then she began to explore him with tongue and fingers.

He longed to be taken, to be fucked as totally as he had fucked her. She pierced him with two fingers and he sighed, content to let her torment him instead, with her probing, questing hands and mouth.

Finally, she ordered him to stay put, close his eyes, and not turn around as she left the couch. He heard the basket open, and the jingle of buckles. 

The skin on his back began to tingle with anticipation, as she returned to her position behind him. Shoving up his shirttail, she prodded him with her fingers, opening and stretching him. 

Slender fingers spread him as an impressive hardness began to ease past the sturdy muscle that tensed his anus. A prick that rivaled his own pushed slowly into his ass making his eyes water. It was well oiled, but the size and the slow, twisting motion she used made him whimper and clutch at the leather of the sofa arm. With one last powerful plunge, she pushed it in to the hilt, then started to fuck him slowly, almost leisurely. 

Her hands crept forward and took up his heavy erection, stroking in time to her thrusts as her nipples traced erotic patterns on the small of his back.

This is what I yearn for, he thought as he huffed and gasped the sweet pain of her penetration making familiar flashes of light dance behind his closed eyes. This feeling, so different from what he felt while fucking her. Then he felt strong and powerful, now he was vulnerable, open and helpless. Murmurs of pleasure, small plaintive sounds, came from deep inside him with each visceral prod of her tool. 

As he grew accustomed to the depth and strength of her passion, he was able to move with her. When she thrust her hips forward he became still, trembling and expectant. As she backed away slowly, he waited until the big tool was almost out of him, then pushed back and impaled him anew. Even though he was stuffed and stretched almost to the point of pain, the pleasure was beyond belief. 

He held on to his control, trying to make this rapture last as long as possible, secure in the knowledge that she could - and would - go on forever if he wished it.

He finally came, almost collapsing, trying unsuccessfully to fight back tears of joy. Her soft body lay over his back, and he could hear her breathing heavily, feeling each exhalation on the nape of his neck. He was still impaled, stretched by her rigid, unyielding phallus, until she lifted herself off him and withdrew slowly. She covered him with a cashmere throw, and after standing next to him for a moment, went into the bathroom. 

He lay drowsing, motionless on the sofa, listening to the water running. He wondered what she was thinking. Was she unsure, afraid that she had made a mistake? Did she worry that he was shocked, or repulsed by her? He got up and shed his wrinkled shirt as he walked to the basket and looked inside. What courage it must have taken to come here, he sighed wistfully, and how brave to bring this. 

He didn't knock but flung open the door and stalked inside. She stood at the sink, the harness askew about her hips. The massive phallus was detached, wet and soapy in her hands. She had been crying. 

"Bend over and let me give you a taste." He made his voice as stern as he could, trying to mimic Gable in one of his 'masterful' moods. "Now!"

She didn't smile, of even stop crying. She just held out the tool, then without looking up turned her back to him. For a moment he was taken aback, the dildo was a perfect replica of his penis. It was flexible and incredibly lifelike. He fought back a grin and tried to look stern, determined to give her what she needed. 

Pushing aside the straps and rings, he opened her and, eschewing the gentle method she had used, carefully, but forcefully rammed the foam covered shaft home. She grunted and clutched at the cold smoothness of the sink, a sharp little yelp escaping her as the big rod slid in to the hilt. He held it in place by tightening the harness, only the flat flange left showing behind the black leather strap that ran up the center of her ass.

Once more he took up the thing he had found curled in the basket, the thing she had brought from the Ranch. His hand conformed to the shape of the phallic handle, and the knotted leather stands swished against his naked thigh. 

She heard and quivered slightly, in fear or anticipation of what was coming. As the thick mahogany door swung closed, the sound of the whip falling mingled with the ecstatic keening of a woman's rapture.

*

Lissa shifted in her seat, her bottom still stinging from the previous afternoon. 

The woman across from her had a defeated slouch and two black eyes. Her boyfriend had put her in the hospital several times, but this time she had pressed charges. Now she was hiding out in the woman's shelter that Lissa helped run. The boyfriend Cal had jumped bail and was making serious threats against Betty - and Lissa. 

After her experience with Luc, Lissa had a renewed understanding of the terror of abuse. To others it might seem ironic, a woman who enjoyed the lash, who sought out discipline, working to save women who were beaten. To Lissa it was the difference between sex and rape, if permission was granted and the hand that held the whip was a loving hand. And, if only one word could stop it instantly. It made all the difference.

Now Lissa was waiting for her beloved husband to arrive and deliver her and her charge, Betty to safety. The women in the shelter were in danger as long as Betty was there, and they had already suffered enough. Colin was going to deliver them to the airport, where Betty would take his corporate jet to Tampa, and a new job. 

"Here comes the car, Betty." Lissa sounded more enthusiastic than Betty looked. "It'll be a chance for a whole new life. It's all arranged, your job and a place to stay."

"If you say so Lissy." Betty's tone was defeated, as she studied the gray-green BMW. "Sure is a pretty car."

Colin put the suitcases in the car, insisting on driving them himself. He had been frantic with worry over the deadly threats made to his wife since she had told him of them. She had broken down and informed him of her perilous situation, as he held her, sobbing and shaken on the floor of his office bathroom. 

She had been living in fear for over a week, and the stress of keeping the secret had finally made her daring enough to risk approaching him. She had been terrified that he would turn away from her, that her love would not satisfy the desires the Ranch had fostered in him. That she would serve only as a reminder of torture and abuse to Colin, who was -she said - really a rather gentle soul.

When he had vowed to help her and protect her, she had melted. She had showered him with kisses, ending up with her head in his lap, kissing the red ridged flesh of the brand as if to remove the taint of cruelty. She had felt the solid weight of his torso as he gracefully leaned down and pressed his mouth to the healed burn on her hip, erasing forever any shame she felt about it. 

He shifted until he knelt between her legs, his mouth exploring her aching center. When he slipped his hard hands beneath her and kneaded the fevered flesh of her smarting ass she shrieked with joy, coming as tears flowing into her damp hair. Over and over she wailed incoherent words of love until he quieted her with kisses and tender caresses.

Now, he had arranged everything. Betty would go to the small beachfront resort, where his company had a retreat. Then, he and Lissa would leave for their long postponed honeymoon cruise in the Greek Islands. They had only to deliver Betty, Lissa thought as she leaned back against the cream leather of the car seat, and then she and her splendid, wonderful husband could be on their way.

They had almost made it to the terminal when the shooting started. 

A bullet shattered the windshield, spraying Colin and Lissa with beads of glass. Betty screamed as the side windows exploded and the car swerved against the row of parked cars. Pushing Lissa down with one hand, Colin drove blindly toward the sprawling terminal. 

They were jolted as the BMW hit the curb and scattered the crowd there. 

"Stay down!" A stern voice shouted as shots rang out on either side of them. Colin pushed Lissa down on the floor, covering her with his body. After an eternity, there was silence. Betty began cursing steadily from the back seat, as the shaken couple stirred and peeked out of the car. A familiar baldhead ducked into the window and glared at them disapprovingly. "I said stay down."

"Gable!" They whooped simultaneously, shocked and delighted to see him here.

"You two need a keeper." He shook his head disparagingly, as they jumped out of the car in a spray of broken glass.

"What happened?" Colin asked, his arm across his wife's chest, holding her close.

"What are you...why are you...?" Lissa was breathless, even as a brilliant smile lit up her beautiful face. They were all awkward, aware of the growing audience around them.

"I saved your asses," Gable pointed to two fallen gunmen, being examined by policemen. "Thomas's contacts told him you were being threatened, he told me." He turned his cool green gaze on Lissa.

"And you left the...I mean you came here for us?" Colin seemed incredulous, his voice a whisper. "You were so distant those last days in Nevada."

"I've been here, oh, two days. You were never supposed to see me. I thought I'd spare you that."

"Spare us!?" Lissa was shrilly bellowing into her savior's ear. "You come here and don't even tell us."

"I am...er...was a professional body guard. It was the least I could do after the trouble I caused you."

The crowd was milling around them, with sirens screaming, and officers grimly shouting questions. Betty had gotten out of the car and was screeching obscenities at the wounded Cal, who was flopping around on the tarmac. 

Lissa was half crazed with relief and amazement. Imagine, she marveled, Gable, who she missed more every day, turning up just in the nick of time. To save them. 

Colin got the police officers attention. "Mr. Gable is a private security consultant. He works for me." His tone brooked no argument, and the officers backed away. Lissa was so proud of him at that moment; he was very dignified and authoritative. 

Gable flashed her an imperceptible smile, and brushed the glass off her shoulder. "That's our boy." He whispered, without moving his lips. To all appearances he seemed a watchful, impersonal guardian, concerned only about his employers. 

Colin went into string-pulling, name-dropping overdrive. Still, it was an hour or more before they left. Questions had to be answered, tempers soothed, Betty's trip postponed, and Cal and his cohort trundled off to the prison ward. 

Gable directed them to his car and ushered them into the back seat. "After I see you home, I'll go."

"Like hell!" Colin growled squeezing Lissa's hand.

"What he said!" She joined in emphatically.

"I let you down. Worse, I caused your injuries." Gable drove grimly, without turning. "It goes against everything I am. I protect people, but when it came to those I love most, I failed - miserably."

"You just saved us." Lissa leaned forward, trying to see his face.

"But Luc hurt you both, because of me."

"Screw Luc!" Colin snapped. "You made one mistake. Trusted the wrong person, underestimated a miserable little psychopath - you were the only one who even began to see him for what he was. He fooled everyone else."

"We love you Gable." Lissa exchanged a look with her husband.

"Both of us." Colin rested a hand on Gable's shoulder.

"Stay, please." She had started to sniffle, the day's events catching up with her. "Be our keeper."

"You, you both want me to stay." Gable's voice softened, his tone almost disbelieving. 

"I know it's asking a lot to leave your job at the ..."

Gable interrupted Colin. "The Ranch will always be there - to visit. I'll gladly take care of you, BOTH of you, for as long as you want me."

"Forever." Colin smiled.

"My bodyguard?" Lissa giggled, leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

"Forever!" Gable wheeled up the tree-lined drive to their house. He stopped at the front door, got out and opened the door for them, every inch the perfect employee. Once inside, he crushed them in a bear hug, lifting them both off the floor. 

They showered kisses on him, growing ever more passionate as they tore at each other's clothes. Lissa kissed him repeatedly, loving the rugged, craggy features. His massive arms made her feel tiny and fragile, and safe - very safe. 

He eased her down to the Persian carpet, hesitating only an instant before entering her moist softness. His arms framed her body as his strong hands cradled her head tenderly. Lissa ran her fingers along his broad back, then straightened her arms in a silent plea to Colin. 

He stood and watched as Gable settled into the welcoming haven of soft belly, silky hair and sleek thighs. They were so beautiful together, so opposite in appearance, so alike in appetites. At last he took her hands and let her draw him into the charmed circle. He kissed the wide shoulders and neck, thrilling to the power he felt coiled there. Slowly he ran his mouth down the deeply defined spine until he reached the sculpted hardness of the ass. 

Gable tensed, causing the buttocks to flex and dimple as he thrust into Lissa. Colin traced the muscular cleft, lowering himself to the floor. He gently lifted each testicle, and marveled at the size and weight, his lips able to feel the pulsing tightness of unreleased passion there.

From his position he could glimpse the long blue-veined penis as it penetrated the gold and pink of his wife's feminine core.

When he could wait no longer, Colin got to his knees. He used his mouth and tongue to moisten the way, then guided his erection into the tiny bud of muscle, between the brawny ass cheeks. Lissa began to spasm, her legs stretching toward the ceiling until he caught them.

With a hand behind each knee, he began to lift her, setting the rhythm for the three of them. He would ram into the big man, then almost withdraw. When he did, he would lift his wife's hips off the floor, impaling her deeper each time. Colin was fucking them both, and he and Lissa were fucking Gable. 

"I love you." He breathed as Lissa came yet again and the big man bucked beneath him. 

With one hand Lissa held Gable's head tight against her heart, while the other reached for Colin. He was still plowing the shuddering Gable as he took the offered hand and laced his fingers through hers.

Lissa was content to lie there, glorying in the feel of him, heavy and solid. Holding him close while Colin finished reaming him; she listened to the little huffs he made each time he was penetrated. "I love you." Her voice was musical with 

Gable had buried his face in Lissa's long blond hair, content to be held between them, to be fucked so thoroughly by the dearest, most beautiful people in the world. His golden girl, he called them in his most secret thoughts, and his golden boy. When Colin filled him with a hot burst of semen and collapsed, he closed his eyes and in a clear, loud voice said, "I love you, both of 




The Ranch Ch. 10



* 

"Terminal rug burn!" Lissa grumped as they lay in their king-sized bed the next morning. 

"Poor baby." Colin commiserated with playful sarcasm.

"Let me kiss it and make it better." Gable's tone was earnest. He flipped her over and studied her back. There was an angry looking rash across her shoulders, but her bottom was surprisingly, beautifully unmarked. 

"Next time, somebody else gets to be on the bottom." She tried - and failed - to sound aggrieved.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch." Colin sniped, then laughed when she loudly slapped his flat belly. 

Gable grinned as he left the bed and went into the bathroom. In the cupboard he found an assortment of lotions and shampoos, the scents reminding him of Lissa and Colin and making him smile. Selecting a jar of antiseptic cream meant for use on sunburn, he returned to their bed - his bed too, now.

Colin helped him apply the white cream, soothing her shoulders while Gable started at her feet, working his way up her legs. Before long, she was almost purring, like a cat being petted. Colin was nearly erect, so Gable pushed him back with a kiss, urging Lissa to mount him, carefully guiding her down, onto her husband's penis.

"Come...join us." Colin held out his hand entreating the big man to be with them. 

"In a minute." Gable's voice was gravely and strained. 

"The drawer, top left." Lissa raised up, until she was kneeling upright, straddling Colin as her knees sank into the soft mattress, making small circles with her hips. She was fucking Colin, but looking at Gable, her eyes meeting his, challenging him. 

When he opened the drawer he had to hide a grin. She knew him, Lissa did. She knew he needed this even if he didn't want it any more.

He needed to exorcise the specter of Luc, to prove that he was in control. She trusted him and the knowledge of that made him swallow hard. The knotted leather strings stung his leg as he stood, watching them for a moment as they made love. Gable shook himself, blinking rapidly. In a ragged, uneven voice he ordered. "Hold her!"

Colin pulled her down into his arms, holding her fast. He stopped moving, even though he shook with the effort. A small sound of surrender escaped her as she shut her eyes. Gable stepped close, running his hands over the smooth white mounds of her bottom. His fingertips traced the scar on her hip, the three conjoined initials marring the flawless flesh. Bending, he brushed his lips over the brand, then straitened. 

"Count!" Without warning he struck a slashing blow that made Lissa and Colin yelp.

"One!" It was rather too soon to be whipped, since Colin had let her have it only yesterday. Although the physical signs had faded, her bottom felt like a mass of exposed nerves, the single blow almost unbearable. Nevertheless, she could not deny Gable this. He had to know, beyond any doubt, that she trusted him totally.

Nine more times the lash fell, Lissa screaming out the last numbers as Colin held her face in his hands, kissing her wet cheeks. Gable crouched behind her and briskly rubbed cream on her backside and anus. 

He lifted her, his hands hard on her throbbing bottom. Only the tip of Colin's penis remained inside of her as she knelt, sniffling and quivering in expectation. Gable reached between them, and touched the ridged scar on the other man's hip. It filled the narrow spot where his muscular thigh met his side. He didn't need to see, it was the same as the brand on his own body, burned deep into the same sensitive flesh. 

Make them happy make her happy, he thought. Well versed in giving her pleasure, he roughly parted her and drilled fast and deep into her tight anal sheath, not stopping until his coarse pubic hair was rubbing her aching ass. She howled in delight as he pulled out slowly, letting her slide back down onto Colin's rampant prick. 

In a moment they fell into the old rhythm, one man almost withdrawing as the other rammed home. Lissa went wild, pleading with them to go slower, then faster as a series of small orgasms hit her. 

"Pleeeese, don't...don't stahhhhhp!" Anything as long as they didn't stop. The last convulsive throes of release slammed through her, making her fall limp into Colin's arms. The potent contractions of her strong inner muscles gave the men no choice. They spurted together, hot streams of cum bathing her full to the brim insides. 

Gable's strength deserted him and he fell forward, his chest heaving. For the moment he just wanted to hold them close.

"Guys?" Lissa's voice was muffled. "GUYS! Oxygen...deficit."

They chuckled as they rolled over, taking her with them. Momentarily exhausted, they stayed close, Colin studying her face intently. "Are you all right?"

"I'm better than all right." She tried to silence him with a frown.

"What's going on?" Gable knew them too well.

"I just thought...well I gave her twenty...well you know...yesterday." Colin always had trouble talking about such things, even after he did them, in this case very thoroughly.

"TWENTY!" Gable rolled her over to face him, making her wince as her butt scraped over the soft percale of the expensive sheets. "You should have told me. I know how tender twenty lashes can leave you."

"Colin was trying to make a point." Lissa didn't want Gable to blame her husband. "He was trying, very sweetly, to make me happy."

"I wasn't sure how many, and she wouldn't say stop, or mercy or whatever it is..." Colin lay back, throwing up his hands.

"I know whose fault it is." Gable struggled to look annoyed, but a grin stole over his face as he looked at them. "Just don't keep secrets, O.K.?"

"Sorry." Lissa tried and failed to look contrite. "I'll just have to think of some way for you two to make it up to me." Mischief played across her features, making the two men smile nervously.

"Oh dear, we are in for it, I fear." Colin laughed, and rolled back onto his side, facing them.

"One rule. Seriously." Gable's expression turned pensive, as he kept watching them. "Passive bonds for me from now on. I will never be bound so securely that I am unable to help you. I thought I'd go mad when I couldn't..."

"Whatever you want." Colin understood instantly, he panicked a little at the thought of being helpless too. 

"We don' need no stinkin' bondage!" Lissa giggled, trying to lighten the mood, by reminding them of an old movie they'd watched. "We're much to brave."

Gable pulled them into his arms and hugged them fiercely. "I'm not so brave. I love you two - so much it scares the shit out of me."

"Seriously, loves." Lissa ran her hands over the powerful bodies on either side of her. "I just wanted to show you...both...that anything was O.K. and I trust you and..."

"You aren't afraid of us." Colin finished for her.

"You need never worry about me." Gable smiled gently, kissing her. "I don't need anything except to be with you. I trust you to tell me when to stop." 

She could see that Gable still feared being thought of only as a sexual partner in this relationship. "Stop." Lissa shared a look with Colin, then sighed deeply. "I would stay with you both, even if you never made love to me again. Sex, in all its strange and wonderful aspects, is grand, but I can live without it. I thought I needed pain to find pleasure, pleasure to find happiness, but I was wrong. All I need is your love. If I lost you..."

She was kissed into silence as the two men sought to reassure her. "Never!" Gable looked at her with such love in his eyes that she gulped. "The world will think I am the most loyal and caring bodyguard in history."

"In fifty years," Colin laughed. "The staff at the rest home will wonder about the three of us. Two horny old farts and a glamorous old broad, sharing the same rooms." He leaned back and laughed at the picture he had created, Gable joining in with his deep rumbling chuckle. 

"Colin, I think we'll need some security on that cruise. Our lives are definitely in danger."

"Brilliant, darling!" Colin started to plan, as the other two watched in amusement. "An adjoining room for our fearless bodyguard. He'll have to follow us everywhere."

"We live in fear!" Lissa pretended to huddle close to Gable.

"It's probably not a bad idea." Gable smiled indulgently at his darlings. "Kidnapping is a serious problem."

"See!" Lissa crowed in mock vindication. "He's going to have to stay really close to us."

Colin joined her as they pressed their long graceful bodies against the stoic Gable. "I feel safer already." 

The day stretched out before them, the first of so many yet to come. Lissa climbed leisurely over Gable and snuggled between the two men, sheer contentment making her laugh out loud. "WE are going to live SO happily ever

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