3 comments/ 80083 views/ 24 favorites The Ranch Ch. 01 By: Spruce_Needle "Jen see who is at the door!" Mary called out, Jen's boss. Jen opened the door to see a tall gangly man standing on the porch in a well worn suit that hung from him. Seeing the girl, he smoothed back his oily hair, "Why hello! Are you the woman of the house?" he asked flashing a cheesy salesman smile. Letting out a small groan, Jen called back over her shoulder, "Mary, it is for you." She went back down the hall, shutting the door partially. The man could hear a second woman ask the first who it was and heard her also groan when informed that it was a salesman. The door opened again and out stepped a petite red headed middle aged woman. "Sorry sir," she began, "but I am not interested in anything that you're selling." "Now Mrs. Norton, how can that be if you don't even know what I am selling?" "How do you know my name?" Mary asked becoming wary as this man looked the type to sell his own mother. "The mailbox," he said pointing towards it and looked back to her smiling again. She noticed for the first time that he had several gold teeth which only added to the sleazy look of the man. "I am selling water purifier tablets that can make any water taste as if it was straight from a mountain spring." "What?" Mary said trying to stifle a laugh, "This farm gets its water from a well and there is nothing wrong with the water. Maybe if I lived in the city I would be interested, but not out here. Sorry." She started to close the door. "I will give you a three month free trial period today, so what is the harm in that?" the man called out trying to keep the conversation going, "and if you try it and don't swear it is better than your current water, my company will give you a $100 gas card." The door opened again much to the salesman's relief. "Did you say that if I try these water tablets that you will give me $100 gas card and I don't have to sign up for anything else?" "That's right Mrs. Norton," the man said, "If you would allow me, I can do a taste test right now." "I don't know. I need to get to chores and I don't have time for this nonsense." Though Mary thought of the budget being so tight now that the farm was not producing nearly as much as it once did; a hundred dollars in gas money would be a boost even if small. "You won't be disappointed," the man added hopefully, "and I did come out all this way. It would be nice even for me just to have a glass of water right about now." He faked wiping his brow to add to the effect. "Oh all right come on in." "Thank you Mrs. Norton. My name is Bob Peal." he said reaching out his hand, "Is there a Mr. Norton around as it might be helpful if you both try it, so that you both can make a decision." "Call me Mary, and no there is no Mr. Norton. My family passed away in a car accident several years ago." "Oh, I am sorry to hear that, so you run this farm all by yourself?" Bob inquired. "For the most part of the year, I have two helpers, Jen who answered the door and Barb. They are college girls studying Ag Business at the local university. I hired them on when they were freshmen and now they are seniors," she sighed and then continued, "I have come to think of them as my own daughters. I plan to make them partners if they want once their schooling is done." "That is very kind of you Mary," Bob said. "I don't know if that is being kind. The farm does not run itself and it has been hard to find help out here that is not a man." At Bob's confused and somewhat hurtful look Mary added, "I had some trouble about a year ago with a male farm hand. Jake was his name. He seemed to think that us three woman would simply allow him to run things and that we were here for this entertainment." "Yes, I can only imagine. It is sad what some men would stoop to, just a sad affair completely." Bob said though Bob knew all of this already as he had been studying the Norton farm for some time. He interviewed Jake in order to get a complete picture, and Bob was convinced that the women and the farm were perfect for his plans to make him a very rich and satisfied man. Mary set out two glasses on the table and proceeded to pour water in. Jen came out of her room pulling on a sweatshirt. As she was pulling it over, she was completely unaware that she was showing off her perfect melon shaped breasts hidden only by a flimsy undershirt. "Jen! We have company," said Mary somewhat embarrassed. Jen upon seeing this man inside the house was shocked and reddened, "Sorry Mary, what is –" "Selling the best water you can find anywhere girl. Why don't you have some?" Bob invited hoping to get things moving along quickly. "Ah," Jen stalled trying to figure how to get out of the room with this man as he made her uneasy. "No, you have chores to attend to. Barb is already outside working so you need to get going. I will join you shortly after I take care of things here," Mary said. "Okay," Jen replied and bolted for the back swing door. "Girls," Mary said turning back to Bob. Bob opened up his sales case and produced two sheets of tablets one pink and another green. "I have to hand it to you; it must be tough to run this ranch all by yourself." "It can be, but at least one affect is that it keeps me in great shape. Most of my friends have really let themselves go," Mary said then laughed a little at this confession. "Yes, it seems all of you are in great shape," Bob said but then realized that he slipped as Mary looked at him warily. Desperate to move on before wariness turned to rejection, "Now these pink ones," Bob said opening up the sheet and moving forward with his plan, "Are necessary in the beginning to cleanse completely untreated water and the green ones are more for up keeping once the water supply is initially cleansed." "So what am I supposed to do put these into every glass of water I drink? That seems a hassle." Mary said folding her arms clearly not impressed with the salesman presentation. "No! No, of course not. This is just to sample. One of our service people will come out and treat the entire well and then come out once a month to treat it with the green tablets." Bob said enthusiastically as he plopped a pink pill into each glass. Mary picked up the glass as Bob took his. "Cheers," she said and clanked her glass to his and they both drank, or at least one drank while the other pretended to drink the water. Bob sat his glass down and watched Mary finish hers. "Interesting, it doesn't taste bad but different," Mary said as she unconsciously licked her lips. Setting the glass back down on the counter, she noticed her skin began to feel incredibly dry and her clothes felt itchy where as a moment ago they had not. A thought popped into her head, it was of how enjoyable it would be to discard her clothes and feel the cool afternoon breeze on her naked body. Her face reddened at this thought, for even if she was here alone on the farm her moral upbringing would never allow her to run around bare naked let alone with the girls and this odd man present. "You must have been thirsty," Bob said, "Here why don't you drink mine. I was apparently not that parched." "Yeah, I am thirsty I guess," believing that her sudden dry skin was due to not being hydrated enough. Somewhere in her mind was the dull voice that something was not right, but the thought of discarding her clothes had turned to a growing desire to give in to her body's wicked need to be rid of these foul clothes that clung to her almost smothering her. "Now tell me if that is not the best water you ever had." said Bob slapping the table grinning at her. "Huh," she said as she was so focused on the thought of getting rid of her clothes she had not even really heard the question. Looking at the man, another desire began to well up in her. She thought of how long it had been since she had sex. How nice it would be to have a hard cock deep inside her. To her embarrassment she noticed that her nipples had hardened and could clearly be seen protruding from her shirt. At first she thought it was due to these wicked thoughts that she had not had since her husband was alive. She put her hands on the table and wondered 'What the hell is going on with me?' Her next thought rocked her as she thought of how she would like to fuck this man right now. It filled her with disgust and she chastised herself for her wickedness. Her body was yearning to have the attention it craved and needed as she noticed in addition to her nipples hardening her pussy was growing wet as if in anticipation to something she could never allow. "Mary? Are you okay?" Bob said moving over to her while he pulled her to his body "You seem unsteady all the sudden. You should sit down." As Bob touched her, it only served to stoke the flames more of her conflicting thoughts. "I am fine Bob. It is just that –well I don't really know. I think you should leave now." She managed to say as her body was practically screaming at her to get undressed and wrestled with her mind of how joyful it would be to run around naked. So strong were these thoughts that she barely managed to sit down on her hands as they almost wanted to take her shirt off now. "I don't know Mary; you don't seem to be so good. It would not be proper for me to just leave you here like this. Tell you what? How about I go get one of the girls from outside and bring them in here to help you out." Bob offered while savoring every minute of seeing this beauty in the predicament she was in. "Yes, do that! Get one of the girls!" Bob walked out onto the back porch and surveyed the farm. Jen was in the barn pitching hay into horse stables. A picture of Jen strapped naked to the back of a horse stable ready to let another client pleasure her up the ass crossed Bob's mind causing him to smile to himself. At seeing him, Jen stopped what she was doing and wondered why he was still here, but then went back to her chores assuming Mary would handle it. Continuing to scan the farm, Bob saw Barb out in the field working on an irrigation value. Covered in mud she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand while holding a wrench in the other. His dick stiffened as he thought of how erotic it would be to have her working the farm in nothing but her birthday suit. A primal urge welled up in him to take the dark brunette beauty right there in the mud for the entire world to see. He made a note that once she was enlightened he would fuck her on all fours both covered in mud. With that thought he turned and walked back inside the house. As soon as Bob had went out onto the back porch, Mary practically tore off her shirt and once she had the first garment off every single piece of garment on her body soon followed giving in to the intensity of her desires. Freedom of her breasts springing free from the confines of her bra was tremendous. A gasp caught in her throat as the breeze came in through the kitchen window brushing against her skin. The feeling was akin to being kissed by warm succulent lips over her entire body and she doubted clothes would ever be needed again. The realization of this caused her to slump to the ground surrounded by her clothes trying desperately to think why this was happening to her. With tears welling up, she looked at her breasts cupping each. It felt as if every nerve fiber in her breasts were charged with its epicenter being the erect nipples standing at attention. One hand snaked down to her pussy crying out in alarm as her fingers made contact with her lips due to the intensity. "What is happening to me?" She said out loud, as her body willed her to slip a finger inside her smoldering pussy as her juice was already running down her thigh. "Mary, Mary, Mary. It seems you are a very naughty girl," Bob teased as he sauntered back into the kitchen seeing her naked upon the flooring slowing rocking back and forth pleasuring herself with the hand slipped between her thighs. Everything was working perfectly to his well laid out plan. "You bastard you have done something to me!" Mary said trying to cover herself with a discarded shirt, but the garment against her skin brought about a strong repulsion, opting instead to cover herself with just her hands. She screamed though when her hands touched her own body as tiny electrical jolts of pleasure shot through her breasts down to her spine. "It has to be poison!" She ran to the sink and poured a glass of tap water and began to drink it down. It tasted as if she was drinking soured milk and spit it out gagging. "Oh, you won't find normal water to be quite so refreshing anymore or at least not for awhile, but these..." Bob said moving back over to the table and tapping his sheets of tablets, "you will find these to be most refreshing indeed." "Get out!" Mary said as she tried to exit the room herself as covering herself was not possible at the moment. Bob blocked her way out and quickly cornered her against the kitchen cabinets. "I am afraid I can't do that Mary. You see, I have invested a great deal of money in obtaining these tablets, and well let's just say that you are a big part of my plans. Well you and your girls." he said wickedly. Mary started to tell him to go fuck himself, but instead let out a whimper when he reached out and touched her shoulder as again jolts ran through her. Bob slowly caressed her arm as the contact with her skin was making her nipples even harder. "So sensitive, I wonder what it would feel like if I did this?" Bob asked. He then kissed her roughly while his hands grabbed each of her pear shaped breasts taking hold of her nipples and giving them a rough twist. The intense contact was too much for Mary and though she tried to push him away, the sensation overloaded her body causing her to climax instantly. Bob broke off the kiss for a moment teasing, "Mary I do believe you just had an orgasm." "How is this possible? What have you done to me?" "I will tell you a little later but right now – well I am going to take you." Bob said confidently as he quickly started to disrobe revealing a rather pathetic physique that reminded Mary of last boy to be picked on a football team. A gasp escaped her lips though as he pulled his boxers down to revel a thick nine inch dick that bobbed menacingly as it sprang free. "Impressive isn't it," he said smiling as he noticed her staring at it. "I invested in more than just those fucking water tablets baby!" "Get the fuck away from me," she managed to say right before he grabbed her and pulled her to him again. She went instantly silent as jolts of pleasure returned to her and she felt herself building towards another orgasm already. "Now where were we?" he said as he started to nibble at her neck and his hands reached around her and feeling the curves of her ass, "Oh, I remember! You were about to fuck me!" He grabbed each cheek of her ass and pulled her body tight against him grinding his groin into her. The heat of his dick against her abdomen was unbelievable and her pussy began to drip even more in anticipation. She wondered how it would ever fit into her and at that thought; she shook her head desperate to clear her thoughts of lust. She was going to scream for the girls for anybody to help her, but when his hand slipped in between them and started to caress the tufts of her red mound, all she could do was moan. "We will have to shave this clean, love" he whispered as he pressed his lips to hers. 'Why can't I fight this man off' she wondered as her lips parted to his invading tongue. "Be a good girl and spread you legs a little," he teased. At this command she parted her legs just enough that he was able to touch her pussy. At the contact of his fingers to her pussy, she inhaled looking at him pleadingly as he held her gaze, and then moaned as he gently rubbed the nub of her pussy. "How about you take me to your room? We don't want you girls finding us like this, not yet anyways." At this last statement, Mary felt so ashamed as she started to unconsciously hump back on his invading finger. Already having lost control of her body, she was now rapidly losing control of her mind, for she found his words to be turning her on. When he stepped aside, Mary saw the back door to escape through, but defeated she instead led Bob to her bedroom. Bob gently pushed her onto the bed face down and crawled over her. He started to kiss and bite down her back to her ass and slapped her cheeks leaving a red mark. Mary just buried her face into the bed and stifled her moans generated by the feelings she was experiencing. Bob marveled at her ass, and could only hope that the other two girls were just as shapely. Mary felt herself being grabbed and turned over onto her back. She watched as he spread her legs wide with no resistance from her and lowered his mouth to her waiting pussy. Using the tip of his tongue, he touched the bottom of her slit and licked to the top, causing Mary to moan in pleasure. He then gently started to kiss his way back down as his hands roamed over her creamy white thighs passing over her stomach up to her breasts. At the contact of his fingers on her nipples, Mary involuntarily arched her back pressing her breasts into his hands. Mary's mind was losing the battle as she tried to fight the growing urge inside of her as this vile man pleasured her. She told herself that she was a conservative woman having only been with her husband. Men had asked her out many times since her husband's passing, but none compared to the physique that her husband had possessed. Now she was letting this man who was far below her standards do things to her that she would not even let her dead husband do. Mary hated herself more with each moan and felt disgusted with herself when she realized that her hands had been running through this man's icky hair in an effort to press him deeper into her sopping pussy. Bob stuck his tongue into her snatch swirling it around while at the same time tweaking her nipples hard. Mary was losing herself quickly to the dual sensations and started again to think about Bob's cock and how it would feel buried inside her, which caused another flush of fluid as her pussy responded to his expert manipulation. Seeing how she reacted to his attention, he knew she was ready for him. He brought one hand down to her slit and easily slid a finger into her slippery pussy as he started to suck on her clit. Mary started to whimper more loudly at first worried that the girls would hear her, but as Bob stuck a second finger into her slit, she no longer cared and started humping back on the fingers until she was sloshing on his hand while he pumped her hard. She heard herself exclaiming, "Yes! Right there, keep going! I am so close!" Bob slowly moved around until he was into a sixty-nine position with her. Mary stared directly at his massive cock and was surprised that she did not hesitate even a minute before she reached out and brought it to her waiting mouth finding the need to suck something overwhelming. She had only given head once to her husband and hated every minute of it for it was a foul action to take. For some reason which she was not able to articulate, she could not resist this man's dick and began to kiss the length of it and gently fondled his balls. Mary then kissed back to the top and enveloped the purple plum of his dick into her soft mouth causing him to groan. Mary's other hand began to slowly stroke the remaining shaft that would not fit in her mouth. Bob for his part was trying to get Mary's pussy ready for his massive dick; he thought she must not have been with anyone since her husband as she felt quite tight. A third finger was now sliding into her effortlessly and she was no longer fighting back. To his satisfaction, she was now thrusting her hips harder driving his fingers in deeper. The Ranch Ch. 01 He knew Mary would have been the type of girl that would have looked at him with revulsion if they would have passed each other on the street. He could see it now, her stepping to the other side of the street so that she would not need to be near him. And now here is this same red headed bombshell moaning like a bitch in heat while slobbering all over his cock. Bob did not want to break out of the position as he enjoyed this once innocent woman's attentions she was giving his cock. He finally detangled himself from the erotic position and Mary felt the dick slip out of her mouth with some disappointment. Bob swung his body back around to reposition between Mary's legs. Mary realizing what was about to happen, spread her legs wide for him. Bob looked at her, "So about that question of what I did to you?" he said while his cock was at the opening of her pussy. Mary could barely even hear him as all her attention was now on getting his cock into her. She tried to press her slit forward in hopes of getting the tip in. "Mary – Mary are you listening?" "Yes," she whispered. "The pink pill is designed to alter your body making any garment seem confining and itchy. In addition, it creates an unquenchable hunger for sex in all forms and with any willing participates." "Really?" she said somewhat frustrated as she wanted his dick in her already. "Now as for the green pill," Bob said producing it in his left hand, "Well, you see I found that eventually the pink pill's effectiveness wanes after a period of time. This green one though, alters your mind and when taken in conjunction with the pink tablet will make the affects of the pink permanent. So basically it makes you my slut forever. Doesn't that sound nice?" "What?" Mary said, as her brain started to clear and understand what Bob was telling her. Before she could say another word though, Bob had placed the green pill in her mouth right as he started to slide his dick into her tight wet slit. "Now be a good girl and swallow." Before her mind could say 'No' her body had swallowed the pill and her mind already started to struggle at recalling what she was trying to say no to. Soon she did not care as she felt Bob's massive dick making its way in pressing tightly on her walls. "Oh, God that feels so good!" "You like that?" Bob said who already was seeing the green pill do its magic. "Yes! I love it! I want all of you in me!" Mary begged completely lost now to her former self. "And you will have me," Bob said as he was more than half way in. "It is so fucking big!" Mary said and laughed at how vulgar she was talking. She lovingly kissed his neck and thought how lucky she was that such a man would want her. "So you don't mind if I take your farm and make it into a private whore house do you? I will have you and your girls fucking all my clients?" He asked as he was now almost all the way in. "No, that sounds great!" Mary said for anything this great man said sounded fine to her now. She actually thought herself silly for not thinking of it sooner given how hot her and her girls were. "Oh, fuck it hurts!" Mary screamed out as Bob was finally all the way in. He started to slowly pump in and out of her using her own fluids as lubrication. He could feel her pussy expanding to take it all in and loved how her tight walls gripped his dick as if afraid to let it go. Slowly the pain subsided within Mary and was replaced with pleasure at being so filled. "Oh my God, Bob why didn't you come sooner to me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She wrapped her legs around him and was now pushing back on him desperate to get his dick in deeper as he stretched her pussy. Bob started to fuck this beauty with fury as he hammered his cock in and out of her. In response, she started to bite his neck and dug her fingernails into his back leaving red scrapes in her wake. Bob unable to take it any longer groaned loudly as he shot his load deep into her womb. At the feeling of being filled by such a handsome man, Mary was whacked with another orgasm and screamed out, "Oh fuck, I am cumming!" Bob grunted as his now sensitive appendage was being squeezed by her pussy as she rode the wave of her orgasm. Afterwards, Bob collapsed on her while she kissed him with passion and caressed his back with her hands. "So do you think your girls would mind becoming sluts like you?" Bob asked looking up at her. "Of course they will love it, but you should offer them some water for they will be thirsty from all those chores." Mary devilishly smiled imagining what her girls would look like naked being fucked by this man and even taste like once all of them were working on Bob's version of the farm. At that last thought she felt her pussy getting wet again as she heard Barb and Jen calling out for her somewhere in the house.22 The Ranch Ch. 01 Do you have dreams? I mean really vivid dreams? Really vivid very dirty sexy dreams? The kind of dreams that will make you orgasm in your sleep? I ask because I do. Well, not lots of them. Just one dream. I've been having it since I was a teenager. I'll just quickly tell you how it goes, because it's not the real story, but it is the beginning of the story. It feels like I'm awake but in a field, not in my bed. It is always spring in the dream. It's a little cool, the grass is that vibrant green and the tress are in blossom. I'm on my hands and knees in the grass and I'm almost naked. My boobs are hanging down and my nipples are being brushed lightly by the taller leaves of grass. I have on one of those short schoolgirl pleated skirts. The kind you see in porn pics and videos. I've never owned one, but it's the only thing that I'm wearing. My legs are apart and I feel slightly excited as though something amazing is about to happen.I stay on my hands and knees and look down at the grass and up to the sky. For some reason I never look behind me throughout the dream. Suddenly I feel something warm and firm pushing into my slightly wet pussy. It doesn't hold back or try to be gentle. It just rams right in as soon as it has opened me up. I gasp as it fills me and then it starts pounding at me. Pulling all the way out and ramming all the way back in. For some reason I still don't look back. I feel myself getting more and more excited as this punishing rhythm increases. Just when I think it can't go in any deeper it goes a little further on the next thrust. I can feel myself about to orgasm and suddenly I feel this thing push its hardest and deepest yet and stay there. I can feel it spurting and filling me ... over-filling me. I feel the sticky goo running out of me and down my legs as the object starts to soften up a little inside me. When it has completely finished and emptied itself it pulls out abruptly. I hear soft footsteps beside me and I look up as the legs pass in front of me. It is obviously a man, but one with a really massive penis. He doesn't look back, he just walks away. I feel no desire to move, I am just happy with what just happened. I lean back under me with one hand and touch the line of cum that id on my leg. I taste it. Then I put my hand underneath me again and this time touch my pussy which is very sore from the punishment it has just taken. As I do I feel my orgasm start to happen and that is when I wake up. For those of you interested, yes I also have a real orgasm at the end of my dream and yes I wake up with my fingers touching myself. Any of you who are wannabe therapists can, I am sure, find all kinds of messages in that short description. I actually told it to a therapist once. I think she was quite startled. She drew no conclusions except to point out that I was probably frustrated due to a poor sex life. I pointed out to her that if she can't tell from looking at my body and the way I dress that my sex life is so far past amazing that you can't see it from there so, no that was not it. The dream was occasionally a touch embarrassing when I had company, male or female, sleep over. It turns out that I have a tendency to scream things like "Fuck me ... oh yessss ... fuck me" and similar while I am having the dream and at the same time masturbating in my sleep. You can imagine that can be a little different for someone who is not used to that kind of behaviour from a sleeping woman. Anyway, about a year ago I decided to do my own research into what my dream means. So I found a website that is predominantly BDSM and fetish oriented and posted myself as a submissive person who wanted someone to tell her how to make this dream stop. I'm not entirely sure that I really wanted it to stop completely, but maybe cut down in frequency a bit. You can imagine I had a lot of responses. You can imagine that most of them were from guys offering to come over and screw the dream right out of me. You can also imagine that resulted in lots of blocking and non-responses from me. But in all the mess of emails there was one that made me look. It was from a girl who called herself Miss Jane. She didn't offer to come over and have sex with me, which was quite a shame at the moment because she is truly gorgeous. What she did was suggest that in order to deal with the dream perhaps the best thing to do would be to live the fantasy. She pointed out that it might or might not work, but that I could look forward to an interesting experience. We traded emails for a while and she eventually agreed to meet me for a drink in a bar in Toronto. I put on one of my more revealing outfits for that date in the hope that it might lead to something exciting. I've always been bi. I really love a beautiful woman in bed with me and this one was gorgeous. I got to the bar first and sat and waited at a table. I got hit on the requisite number of times so that I know I look hot and sexually available which is what I was striving for. Then Miss Jane arrived. OMG!!!! No-one looked at me again. She is about 6 feet 2. Long red hair. A perfect figure. Heels to die for with a short yellow summer dress that wafted when she walked and made every guy and girl in the place stare as she walked over to my table. She bent down and kissed me very briefly on the lips and then sat down across from me. I was having a lot of trouble breathing. I mean, I consider myself attractive but this took attractive to a completely new level for me. She oozed sex without having to look like a slut the way that I do. I don't think anyone in the place would have turned down a trip to the bedroom with her from the second she walked in. Then she ordered a drink for herself and her voice made me melt some more. Slightly husky and, yes, very sexy. We talked. Well I mostly stuttered and considered whether putting my hand into my panties and masturbating would be a polite thing to do while she held me with her eyes. When I tuned back in I realized that what she was suggesting was that she could make my dream a reality, or at least something close to it. She was telling me about a ranch that her parents had given her when she turned 18. It was out in the Eastern Townships, which is close to the Ontario Quebec border for those of you who don't know. She was offering to let me become part of the group that lives on the ranch and she wasn't giving too much more detail than that except that I would have to live there for at least a year in order to become part of it. Obviously this was somewhere interesting if it was going to make my particular dream real for me. So I thought for all of 10 seconds and accepted. She smiled and told me that she would send the paperwork over the next morning. Then she stood and came round to the side of my chair. She bent down again and I thought she was going to kiss me again, but she just whispered in my ear "You do know that now you are mine, don't you?" I just nodded and looked up at her. Then she kissed me, stood up straight and walked out of the bar with all eyes on her. I had no interest in sex with anyone else now, so I just left and went home and on the way in the taxi I had 2 orgasms while I touched myself and thought of those eyes and that body. I have no idea what the cab driver thought, but I really didn't care. The next morning at 9am precisely my buzzer went and I found a very official looking woman in a business suit at my door with a briefcase. She asked to come in and we sat at my kitchen table and she went through the contract with me. Essentially I would be totally provided for during the year that I was at the ranch. That I could leave at any time if I chose. That I could extend my stay if it was mutually agreed. That I could bring no property of my own past the gates and that I could tell no-one about my experience either before or after my time there. I think that part is called a Non-disclosure Agreement. I signed immediately and the lawyer gave me a card with the address of a private clinic. I was told to go there for a health check and that once that was cleared I could leave any time I chose. I would be picked up and driven to The Ranch (yes it now has capitals since that is what it was called in the contract). I went for the health check immediately after the meeting. I was really excited to get to this mysterious Ranch. They checked me for STDs which I expected and ran all the general annual checkup tests and a few more that I didn't get at the time but I certainly do now. They told me that the results would be sent to the office by end of business the next day. I went back to my apartment and decided to get ahead of the game. I called and quit my job and then put my apartment up for rent. I arranged for storage for all of my stuff and started packing it up. Needless to say, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this, I passed all the tests and I received a call asking when I would like to be taken to my new home. To be continued... The Ranch Ch. 01 Readers beware - This story will be much longer and 'slow-moving' than my last piece of writing. In endeavouring to write more per chapter in accordance with previous feedback, the plot/writing may not be as thoroughly thought-through or edited. Apologies in advance, hope you enjoy regardless. As always, I welcome positive feedback and constructive criticism. ***** "Your turn," Cory said, chalking his pool cue. Mark shifted his attention from the reddening sunset back to the game. "Remember what you told me when I suggested putting a pool table out here?" Cory shrugged his broad shoulders. "Don't remember. High maintenance?" Bending over, Mark took careful aim. "You said I could use more know-how in running a ranch. And we've been out here every night of the week," he added, not taking eyes off the table. Knocking out three balls with one deadly shot, he straightened up, satisfied. "I didn't try to stop you," Cory reminded him. "I know. I just like to reestablish when I'm right," Mark answered, surveying the table with a teasing half-smile on his lips. Cory sat down on a wide cushioned bench and leaned forward to watch. "It's bad form to gloat about unrelated topics when you're winning a game," he replied dryly. Mark laughed. "We should have played for money. Or women." Cory raised an eyebrow, laying his cue-stick aside on a large raised stone that had been chipped into a table. He picked up his beer and watched Mark carefully. "Women?" "It's been a while. I mean, since the two of us..." Mark vaguely tilted his head, carefully lined up his cue and ended the game. When Cory didn't respond Mark dropped his cue-stick onto the green table and took a seat next to him, raising a beer to his lips as he again fixed his navy-blue eyes on the breathtaking view. Mark and Cory were best friends, and business partners. Together they owned a luxury ranch, which had become an immensely popular destination for honey-mooners, rich business associates and well to-do families rolling in old money. For three weeks of every year, the ranch was closed off to guests, and Mark and Cory each occupied one of two presidential suites on-site, with only a few select staff to keep the place clean and running. Over the three weeks they caught up with each other's doings, reminisced about old times, and engaged in the facilities which made the ranch such a desirable holiday destination. Three years ago, on a spontaneous whim, they had purchased the land together and built the ranch. The ranch surrounds held great appeal with activities such as fishing, hunting, horse-riding, and incredible scenery. On-site there was a number of luxury suites, three dining areas, a small indoor pool and sauna, a gym, tennis court, games room, and bar lounge. Arguably one of the ranch's most popular features was an enormous outdoor area complete with a pool table and surround seating, which captured unobstructed views of the sunrise and sunset. The high-rise location provided a picture of infinite wilderness, and many guests spent hours out there, watching through binoculars to sight wildlife, or just take in the astounding abundance of untouched nature. It was one of the most popular spots for guests to linger over drinks, play a game of pool, or for couples to hold hands and profess their love for each other. Most of the year Mark worked part-time in corporate finance. With a lucrative career and a sizeable inheritance, he had more than enough money to retire, but hated to be idle and loved the cut-throat rush of business. Cory was a hugely successful farmer, and owned two properties with different functions - crops and poultry. Mark initially helped finance his businesses, and Cory had since repaid his investment tenfold. Both thirty-two years of age, they had known each other since high school. In youth, just as in adulthood, Mark was charismatic, arrogant, with a tendency to sarcasm and cruelty. In school Cory was strong, dignified and mysteriously silent, though had come out of his shell as a quietly confident man when he grew older. Both men had set girls' hearts aflutter in their boyhood. When Mark first laid eyes on Cory, he immediately recognised a competitor to his dominant presence at school, and quickly sought to bring Cory down before he could establish popularity with their peers. Mark forced Cory into a fight of honour, and was unpleasantly surprised to lean that quiet, mild, Cory was no 'sissy boy' too scared to throw a punch. Cory easily equalled him in strength and wit, and Mark had never before met anyone who came close to matching him, or caused him to doubt himself in a fight. The whole year watched breathlessly as Mark and Cory beat each other bloody, but there was no clear winner. From that moment, whether for mutual respect or blind admiration, despite clear personality differences, they became inseparable. More than a decade later they had both grown into tall, strong, handsome men. Mark was only slightly taller than Cory's 6'4", and at the ranch their tall figures were easily recognisable from a distance whenever they went riding or explored the surrounds. Mark had dark, slightly curled hair, and deep midnight-blue eyes which could flash steel-ice in one moment, and other times dissolve into dark liquid navy. Dedication to a strict gym routine ensured that he was well-muscled and strong, which suited his height and broad shoulders. Cory favoured a simple, clean-cut appearance, and kept his sandy-coloured hair short. His eyes were a very light brown, like caramel, and shone gold when they caught in the light. Favouring a practical approach to running farmland, Cory's physique was incidentally very similar to Marks, except he had a tendency to relax his stance. Mark, working in an industry where appearances were important, almost always stood proudly to his full-height. From a distance, the two were difficult to tell apart, if it weren't for the vast difference in the colouring of their hair and eyes, they could be mistaken for brothers. Both Cory and Mark were unmarried, unattached, and their relationships with women were fleetingly hard and fast, without intimacy. They were highly-sexed men, and neither had difficulty finding eager sexual partners. They shared the same disinterest in continuing relationships with women, this is where the similarities ended. Though partial to hardcore sex, at worst Cory could occasionally be considered a selfish lover, merely focused on his own desires without giving a hoot about his partner's enjoyment, whilst Mark leaned toward kinkier practices and possessed a definite sadistic streak in the bedroom. Because both were remarkably attractive, none of their previous liaisons seemed bothered by these aspects of their character. In the past, they had engaged in threesomes, but this sort of arrangement had dwindled to an end - during these encounters the differences in their personalities became apparent enough to affect the enjoyment of all. Now the only fun they had together with women was when they waged bets on who could successfully seduce a target, agreed upon by both. "It hasn't been a while for me," Cory remarked, picking up the conversation. "A week ago, I did one of my staff in the barn." "You fucked the help, and waited all week to tell me?" Mark exclaimed, turning to him. "That's hot. Tell me more." Cory shrugged a shoulder. "Small tits, great ass, English accent." "You, and your 'British nanny' fetish," Mark retorted, making a face. "Don't have a type, you know that," Cory briefly shook his head, finishing his beer and setting it down next to his cue-stick with a clunk. "Well, I do have a type, actually. It's called 'fuckable'." "Amen," said Mark, smiling at the sky as it rapidly morphed from bright scarlet to ocean blue. They both turned as the large glass doors leading onto the outdoor area swung open. "Excuse me, Mr Murray, Mr Benedict." Marco, the ranch manager, tentatively approached them. Marco was older, in his late 40s, and had managed the ranch on behalf of Mark and Cory since they'd first opened the establishment. "What is it, Marco?" Cory enquired. Marco paused awkwardly. "I was just leaving for the day, but there's a young lady. She's a bit put out, it appears her car broke down some distance away." Both Mark and Cory perked up at the mention of the girl. Mark set his beer down and stood, stretching. "Where is she, Marco?" he drawled. Marco's expression became very mask-like. He respected both men, but whilst he had taken a fatherly fondness to Cory, he had always disliked the coldness in Mark's eyes. Now he could see Mark showed significant interest in a stranded stranger, which he rarely demonstrated towards guests. The girl, Marco already knew upon meeting her, was very lovely. With three daughters of his own, he became concerned. When Mark and Cory stayed on the property, the ranch was as good as deserted. Marco only hung around during the first week of their stay to wind up administrative matters for future bookings - mainly stock orders and guided tour activities. Although the limited number of staff were on 24hr call, in the evening they moved to occupy housing a short distance away from the ranch. "I gave her refreshment, and left her in the lobby," Marco answered stiffly. "I would be happy to stay back and see her safely transported to town?" Mark's blue eyes lit up with interest at Marco's words. His professional work was rife with office politics, and much of his success was attributed to an ability to accurately read people. So, Marco was worried about them being alone with the girl. She must be worth his perusal. "No need, no need, Marco," Mark smiled, showing his teeth. "It's much too late to organise transport. Go home to your family, we'll take care of the young lady." Marco opened his mouth to press his point, but changed his mind. Descended from a long line of men who faithfully served the best of upper class, he wasn't going to argue with one of the owners of the establishment. Though he'd rather take the girl home to his own family for the night than leave her alone with the two men, he couldn't propose this without insulting his employers. He doubted Cory would do her harm, but the look in Mark's eyes made him feel distinctly uncomfortable. "Well, Sirs, I'll...I'll be on my way," Marco said, turning back to the doors. As he opened them his conscience stung him. "I'll be back first thing in the morning, possibly earlier," he said pointedly, shutting the doors behind him. "First thing in the morning?" Cory repeated. "I thought he'd finalised everything today. That was weird," he remarked, still watching the doors Marco exited. Mark brushed his hands down the front of his red shirt. "No it wasn't," he said, smiling. "Sometimes, Cory, your lack of perception disappoints me. Let's go meet our new guest, she might be our type." "Guest?" echoed Cory, standing up and moving past Mark to the glass entrance. "Of course," Mark replied, following him through the doors. "We can't abandon a damsel in distress, can we?" Together they walked in silence through the high-ceilinged dining area. The room was classically decorated, with red velvet seats matching thick, oak dining tables, and burgundy leather couches facing toward the windows. Eerily silent for lack of numbers and mood-setting music, the sound of their footsteps clapped throughout the room as they strolled across it towards the large bronzed staircase leading down to the lobby. Mark and Cory paused together at the top of the staircase, looking down. Evidently, the girl hadn't heard their approach or noticed their presence. Though her height couldn't be observed from her seated position, she was tall, slender, with long, flowing dark hair. Her cheekbones were flatteringly high, and her eyes were a dull green, like clouded emeralds. Her full lips appeared to be naturally set in a reflective pout. The sensible, silk white blouse she wore might have given off an impression of innocence, had it not been tarnished by light patches of dust obviously accumulated from her long-distanced walk. The shirt, in combination with her snug black jeans and ankle boots gave her a femininely wild appearance. Seated at the bar, a black leather bag hung over her shoulder, and she absently twirled a cocktail stirrer around a tall, empty glass. Mark's blue eyes were practically glowing, his smile more wicked than hospitable. He'd certainly not misread Marco's trepidation - the girl was absolutely stunning. Casting a glance at Cory, they met each other's eyes and grinned. Neither was entirely sure what the next few moments held in store, but they were sure to enjoy themselves regardless. "I don't believe we've met," Mark called from the top of the staircase. At the sound of his deep voice, the girl's wavy locks bounced as her head jerked up in surprise. "Oh!" she breathed mildly, very intimidated by the sight of the two, very tall men quietly watching her. Setting her glass down, she quickly swivelled down off the black bar stool she was perched upon, and anxiously ran her hands down her thighs as they approached her. "I'm really sorry to intrude like this," she apologised, and her voice was sweetly genuine. "You're obviously cleared out for a big event, but I was wondering if I could possibly book a room for tonight? My car broke down, and this was the only scrap of civilisation visible for miles." She paused meditatively for a moment. "Actually, it would be better if you could recommend a service that might transfer me to town at this time of night. If you could do that, I'd be really grateful." "I'm Mark Benedict," Mark held out his hand, dismissing her explanation and inquiry. "And this is Cory Murray." "Sorry, I'm Katie," the girl replied, shaking hands with both men nervously. Cory stared, and stared. When he first laid eyes on Katie, he wasn't sure if he was hallucinating and momentarily wondered if Mark had hired a high-priced hooker as a practical joke. Finally pulling himself together, he spoke. "Nice to meet you, Katie," he greeted her politely, but the desire in his light eyes was unconcealed. "We're actually not booked out for an event, so we'd be honoured if you'd stay as our guest." "There's no kind of taxi service out here?" Katie enquired, looking down and fumbling around in her bag. "Nope, but you're not intruding at all," Mark affirmed good-naturedly. "In fact, Cory and I have been boring each other all week. A female presence would be refreshing." "Uh huh," Katie nodded, only half-listening as she finally spied her purse. "Where do I check in?" She looked up in surprise as both men laughed. "That isn't a possibility at present," Cory informed her, moving closer. She smelled like a combination of perfume and forest, fresh and infinitely alluring. "Right..." Katie replied, slowly looking up from Cory to Mark, confused by their smiling lack of answers. "I'm afraid I'm not in on the joke - if you're not booked for an event, where is everybody?" She felt her heartbeat accelerate, realising that she hadn't seen any staff, apart from Marco, who advised he was shortly leaving the premises. For all she knew, she was alone on an enormous property, out in the middle of nowhere, with two strange men. "They're around," Mark waved a large hand dismissively. "Have you eaten?" "Well, no," Katie confirmed. "But-" "Then I suggest you join us," Mark cut her off. "We dine rather late, so we haven't eaten yet. You'll probably want to freshen up first," he nodded to Cory. "We're used to accommodating every need and necessity here, so we'll have clean clothes available in your size." Mark slowly ran his blue eyes over Katie's body. Starting from her elegant neck, he paused for a long moment on her pert breasts, before moving down her trim waist and thighs, then his eyes flickered up again to meet her indignant stare. "I'm guessing you're extra-small?" he innocently predicted, as though his ogling was merely a professional estimate. "No, just small," Katie replied flatly, her green eyes narrowing at Mark's insolent stare. "Are you sure there's no available transport?" "None, sorry," Cory chimed in, not sounding sorry at all. "If you'd follow me, I'll get you settled in and then you can join us for dinner." "Oh no," Katie protested, not bothering to hide her increasing discomfort. "If I could have something in my room..." "Not an option," Mark shook his head. "Our staff numbers are quite limited at present, so it'd be a difficult task to navigate, since it's almost time for them to head off." He glanced down at the large, black watch on his wrist. "Right. Ok, then," Katie gave Mark a thin smile that didn't reach her eyes, and turned to Cory. "Lead the way, and I'll follow." Without a backward glance at Mark, who she knew watched her carefully, Katie followed behind Cory as he led her beneath the wide staircase to a bronze elevator. Katie didn't want to rub her spontaneous hosts up the wrong way, but she very nearly called Mark out on his bullshit about dinner. No 5 star property she'd ever heard of would have difficulty coordinating an in-room meal. If anything, it'd be much easier for staff to accomplish, without having to go to the effort of setting a table and dancing attendance. Evidently Mark was determined that she dine with them, and if it was necessary to save her spending a night in wild bushland, she'd put up with his company. Not quite sure how she felt about Cory, Katie already disliked Mark, since he seemed to look at her with the same interest a hyena would take to raw meat. Being a strikingly attractive woman, in her 27 years Katie had dealt with her fair share of sleaze. But never at an extremely isolated, semi-abandoned property. "Don't mind him," Cory said quietly, meeting Katie's stormy eyes in the elevator's mirror as they stood side by side. "He likes to mess with people, it's in his nature." "Uh huh," Katie said, for the second time in five minutes. "Are you two cousins, or something?" The elevator chimed as they reached their level. Cory held his arm across the doors and motioned for Katie to walk ahead of him. "Nope. We're just old friends." "Giant friends," she remarked, looking up at Cory's height as he walked alongside her, thinking she wasn't as tall as she'd thought. He was wearing a yellow button-up t-shirt, which brightened his appearance as it picked up the colour of his light eyes and hair. Evidently he was very strong, his arms were toned, thickened by muscle, and his torso appeared very solid. Katie silently noted his physique was almost identical to Mark's, except he sported quite a tan. "This is you," Cory stopped by a large, glossy brown door and casually ran a keycard across the handle. It bleeped green and clicked open. Katie blinked. "Room 69?" she exclaimed incredulously, disbelieving such an inappropriate coincidence. "Why this room?" "It neighbours our in-house clothing store," Cory answered easily, brushing past her through the doorway. The number didn't make sense to Katie, as she imagined there wouldn't be more than 15 suites on site. She couldn't specifically remember, but the elevator definitely had less than six levels access. But not wanting to embarrass herself by debating the suggestive number, she lightly tapped forehead with her knuckles in frustration before following him in. The suite was beautiful. The front door opened to a spacious living area, with a stone dining table and a black leather lounge facing a large, wall-attached plasma TV. Alongside two floor-to-ceiling glass doors was a small working desk and computer. Because it was night, you couldn't see much through the glass except that the doors opened onto a small balcony, but Katie guessed during the day the view would be spectacular. A small cream-coloured hallway connected the lounge to the bedroom and ensuite, and along the hall leading into the bedroom hung a large, decadently fluffy white robe. Katie peered down the hall after Cory but remained in the living area, blushing, as he went though into the bedroom to turn on all the lights. The Ranch Ch. 01 "If you have any problems. Mark and I stay in the presidential suites, two floors up," Cory informed her, coming back into the lounge area. With his hands in his pockets, he blew out a thoughtful breath as he glanced about the room, rocking back on the heels of his brown leather shoes. His malt-coloured eyes rested interestedly on Katie's flushed cheeks. "Hot in here?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "No, I'm just tired," Katie hastily replied. "And I'm a little surprised about not being able to eat dinner in the room," she added, unable to resist pointing at the dining table. Cory shrugged. "I personally run my own businesses off-site, Mark has served more time on the ranch when guests are around than I have." Katie nodded politely, thinking Cory's explanation was even weaker than Mark's excuses. "Well," Cory continued, tilting his head. "Shall we get you dressed?" "Uh," Katie looked up at him uneasily. "You know, I'm fine with what I have on. I'll clean up and change into the robe before bed. Then I'll be out of here fairly early, so I'd like to settle the bill tonight, if you don't mind." Cory shook his head. "That won't be possible tonight, but we'll sort something out tomorrow. There's the transport arrangements to be made as well." Without another word he turned and exited the suite. "I can leave you my card details?" Katie called after him. No response. She looked around, baffled. Was she supposed to follow him? What was it with these men, and their mystery? Just when she'd decided to stay behind, Cory poked his head through the doorway. "Coming?" he asked lightly. For the first time since they'd met, Cory's mouth formed into an attractive, infectious grin, and Katie couldn't help but smile back. "Mark'll be getting hungry soon." Trying to shake the image of a hyena licking its lips at a fresh carcass, Katie followed him out to the hall and into the next room he'd already unlocked. Cory hit the lights and Katie blinked rapidly, as her eyes adjusted to a number of clothing racks of different shapes and colours. There was outdoor wear - jackets, boots, hiking equipment, even cowboy hats. There was smart-casual attire, suits and cocktail dresses. Gathering her thoughts, Katie finally landed upon what had been bothering her. 'Err...so," she ventured awkwardly, "was that my room key you used before...or?" "Oh, Mark and I have master keys that open into every room," Cory replied casually, and at this new information Katie felt goosebumps rise along both her arms and up the back of her neck. "Mark will organise your key and give it to you at dinner." Noting her shocked expression he continued. "We have to take responsibility for the property when we reside here so..." he trailed off, and picked out an elegantly layered, turquoise mini-dress. "I think this would look great on you." Katie made a face at him, disconcerted by his familiarly with her. She blindly reached forward and pulled out a conservative, black dress. It was plain, its length flowed down to the ankle, and wouldn't seductively cling to her bodily assets. "This will do," she told him firmly, snapping the tag off the neck and handing it to him. "Please put it on my bill, along with dinner, and the charge for the room." Cory didn't respond, but stood watching her with a frozen smile on his face. It was an incredibly odd situation for Katie, to be alone with a staring stranger, in an empty clothes shop at night. Though Cory smiled, he was engaged in a vicious inner-fight to control himself from taking her in his arms and brutally kissing the anxious expression off her perfect doll-face. He too, was feeling the intensity of being alone in a room with this beautiful woman. Watching her, he couldn't recall the name or face of the staff member he'd slept with a week ago. His eyes grew warm as they traced over Katie's smooth neck, noting her rapid pulse. He wanted to take his mouth to her, taste her skin, lick the sweat and earth and deliciously scented perfume from her collarbone. He wanted to run his fingers through her soft locks, suck on her breasts, grip her ass tightly while he fucked her brains out. "Cory?" Katie's question snapped him out of the moment. "Umm, are you ok?" She held up the dress. "Is this ok?" Cory's handsome face had tightened in his frustration, and he frowned down at her. "Of course. When you're ready, we'll be in the third dining room. It's one level down the lift, and the lift opens into it so you can't get lost. Here," he handed her his keycard, "take mine for now and we'll exchange at dinner. Don't worry about locking up." Without waiting for a reply he quickly turned on his heel and strode from the room. Katie stood for half a minute staring confusedly at the door he exited, then she blew out a long breath. "Katie, Katie, Katie," she tutted herself. "What the hell have you gotten into?" *********************************************************************** "Holy fuck," Cory exclaimed, leaning over on the table and looking down at his hands. "It was all I could do not to strip her naked and nail her on the floor." Mark, comfortably seated with his feet up on the same table Cory leaned against, drew on a cigar and slowly blew out a long stream of smoke. "Why do you think I sent you off with her?" he smirked knowingly, raising his eyebrows. "If I was alone with her, I'd be on her right now. We'd never make it to dinner, because I'd be eating something we don't offer on our menu." Cory stood and lifted his arms in a pained, exaggerated stretch. "I've never had so much trouble resisting a girl I'd just met. Or any girl, for that matter. Are you sure this is a good idea?" "No," Mark glanced down, and leaned forward to stub his cigar out in an ornate ashtray carved into an eagle's head. The edges of his mouth curved into a small sinister smile. "Of course it's not a good idea. That girl fills my head with all kinds of...very bad ideas." Cory seated himself and reached forward to pour a glass of wine from the elaborately curved, horn-shaped decanter. "We've never eaten in here you know," he observed, measuring out a generous glass of full-bodied red wine. They generally dined in the outdoor area, or at the bar. Dealing with business associates internationally, occasionally Mark would have dinner in his suite if he needed to attend an urgent work-related issue. The third dining room was much smaller than the other two on the ranch. It was less extravagant but no less luxurious. It was warm, intimate, comforting; normally reserved for small parties of friends or large families. Whilst there was nothing particularly fancy about the room, it had plenty of class. The tables and chairs were a simple patterned beige, and long white candles lined the cream walls. Since there were only three diners that evening, hardly any of the candles had been lit, giving the room a more darkened, intimate atmosphere. Most of the room's light was provided by a chandelier, the room's only decorative piece of furniture, which dimly hovered above like a glittering moon. "There's never been cause for it," Mark absently answered, leaning back slightly to check the elevator. "Cause?" asked Cory, swirling his glass and sipping. "Cause," Mark nodded, still watching the elevator as it hummed in motion. "And I think the cause has just arrived." Cory half-choked on his wine upon hearing the elevator bling. Both men stood as Katie stepped out of the lift and glanced around, bewildered. Sighting them, she hesitantly made her way to the table, and Cory seated her as etiquette decreed while Mark watched silently. Though freshened by a quick shower and change of clothes, Katie was feeling delirious by her surroundings, and the events leading up to it. After rinsing off in her suite she'd quickly tied her long hair into a rough side-plait, which perfectly contrasted with the simple black dress she wore, giving her a much sexier appearance than she'd have wanted. "Wine?" Cory offered, gesturing to the decanter. "No, thank you," Katie firmly answered, annoyed by how amused Mark seemed by her decline. "Perhaps later," Mark suggested, signalling to the staff hovering by the door. "We weren't sure what would be to your taste, so we got a bit of everything." Katie's mouth dropped open as several dishes were set down on the table. Cory laughed quietly into his wine at the look on her face. "And-and...you really thought it'd be too much trouble to send a plate to my room?" she stuttered, overwhelmed by all the food. Mark shrugged nonchalantly, but his blue eyes were fixed on her face in a way that alarmed Katie. She thought about those vampire movies, where everything seemed to go swimmingly well for the courted damsel until her throat was suddenly ripped open to satisfy bloodlust. As the last staff member made to leave, Mark beckoned him over. "You can head home early, there's no need to wait around to tidy up. It can wait till morning." The waiter nodded and quickly left, making Katie feel even more alone than before, which she didn't think was possible. Not the 'blushing schoolgirl' type, Katie was irked to realise how self-conscious she felt around Cory and Mark. Although she didn't particularly like either of them, there was no denying that they were both exceptionally attractive. Any straight girl past puberty would find them drool-worthy. Deciding to make the most of an uncomfortable situation, and fairly hungry after her trek to the ranch, Katie steadily sampled the dishes until she felt she'd had more than enough to eat. Throughout the meal, both Cory and Mark plied her with questions about her life. In turn they filled in the time by telling her about the ranch and its surrounds. Katie had managed to redirect the conversation when it became too personal, and both Cory and Mark were also adept at deflecting questions they obviously didn't want to answer. Having commenced dinner well into the night, by the time they had finished eating and conversation was drawing to a close, the hour was very late. Despite a number of offers, each more persistent than the last, Katie remained repeatedly adamant in refusing to drink alcohol. Distinctly uncomfortable in her surroundings and present company, she felt it prudent that she keep her wits about her in sobriety. As the men continued to drink, their behaviour became less formal and increasingly flirtatious. Mark reached into the front pocket of his shirt and pulled out a card. "This is yours," he smiled, leaning over and deliberately brushing his fingertips across Katie's as she took it. Studiously pretending not to notice his lingering touch, Katie's hand shook as she withdrew it, while Cory watched them with interest. "Thank you, Mark. Well, it's very late," she smiled primly, rising from the table. "Thank you both for your hospitality." "How about a dance?" Mark asked. "S-sorry?" Katie stammered, taken aback. "Oh. I...I don't think...I mean, no, thank you," she collected herself with an effort, not sure if her ears deceived her or if Mark was joking, since there was no music. "It'd be bad manners to deny your hosts the pleasure of a dance," Mark replied, looking at her wistfully. Katie's hands twisted together nervously and her eyes darted towards the elevator. Cory laughed. "He's just toying with you, Katie. Go to bed. See you in the morning." Relief flooded Katie's features. "Oh, right." She quickly slipped Cory's master key onto the table, and both men respectfully rose as she hastily left them and disappeared into the lift. Settling back down into their seats, Cory and Mark looked at each other a moment. "You shouldn't scare her," Cory chided, lifting the decanter to refill Marks glass before his own. Mark swirled and sniffed the wine contemplatively. "Why not? Where's she going to go in the middle of the night?" "I don't think she likes you," Cory commented, easing back into his seat and meeting Mark's eyes. "Are we making a bet?" Mark responded, slightly leaning forward, wine still in hand. "What are the stakes?" Mark rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, there's no point in money. There's only one thing both of us want right now, so why don't we bet on it? Whoever seduces the girl, gets the girl. Simple as that. And if she's open to being shared," he shrugged a shoulder, "we could go there." After the last time, Cory didn't want to share a girl with Mark ever again. But Katie wasn't just any girl, and if she did choose Mark over him, he wouldn't turn down an opportunity to lay hands on her if he was the one to lose. "Why not?" Cory tossed back his wine, finishing the glass. "You're on." Mark slapped his thigh. "I almost forgot. Did you see the look on her face?" Cory slowly shook his head. "When?" Mark stood, cracking his knuckles. "When she realised she'd let slip that no one knows she's out here." ********************************************************************** Katie decided she wasn't going to wait until morning. She'd get a few hours rest, leave a note and her details for payment, and venture out well before dawn. If she really had to, there was always the option to return when the staff were back. Katie knew she should be grateful for Mark and Cory's hospitality, that her attitude was exceptionally ungracious considering her dire circumstances. But dealing with the kindly Marco had ill-prepared her for the two men she'd felt forced to spend time with. Katie was surprised she hadn't grown a beard after being in the presence of so much testosterone. They were both intimidatingly masculine, and evidently interested in her. She felt like a mouse in a snake-pit, as if a clock was steadily ticking towards her being devoured. Concerns about propriety aside, Katie was well-preoccupied with another problem, which she knew had been fast on her heels since the day before. It was a mistake to stay at the ranch, she should have insisted on going into town. Readied for bed, she had just wrapped herself up in the robe and entered the lounge-room to turn out the lights when a knock sounded at the door. "Oh, shit. What now?" she muttered, crossing the room to answer it. As her hand reached for the door, it opened on its own, and Katie gasped as Mark slipped inside, quickly clicking the door shut behind him. "Hi," he breathed down at her surprised face, his blue eyes bright with excitement. He stepped toward Katie as she simultaneously stepped back from him. "Is...is there a...a fire or something?" she faltered, her scattered thoughts trying to form a reasonable explanation for the uninvited man in her room. "Something like that." Mark reached forward and grabbed the front of Katie's robe, tugging her toward him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Katie yelled, as she half-tripped into his arms. In a panic, she tried to jump back but he quickly wrapped one arm around her slim waist in a crushing hold and bent to kiss her smooth neck, easing the gown off her shoulder with his other hand as his mouth travelled down over her collarbone. Mark leaned back to readjust his hold on her, then he swiftly bent and hitched her body up over his, so her feet kicked off the ground and his face was level with her chest. Katie's face burned in embarrassment as he peeled her robe back further and buried his face in her firm, curved breasts. As she struggled in his grasp, his breath came hard and fast while his mouth took turns toying with each nipple. They hardened under his attention, sending small rivulets of pleasure down Katie's torso through her legs. Wild with lust, Mark quickly turned and pushed her up against the door. In fright Katie instinctively wrapped her legs around him to prevent herself falling from the unfamiliar height. She shoved against his shoulders with all the strength she had, trying to disengage his wet mouth from her breasts. "Mark, what the fuck?! Stop! You're drunk!" she cried, completely taken by surprise, not knowing how to stop him. "God, you taste good. I want to fuck you, Katie," he panted, kissing up her neck and cheek, running his tongue over her earlobe. He pulled back from the door and carried her across the room. With one sweep of his arm he cleared half the ornaments off a sturdy cabinet, and sat her down on top, standing between her legs. He roughly pulled her robe open, feasting his eyes on her nakedness. "I've done nothing to give you the wrong idea about me!" Katie shouted in a panic, turning her face away from his kisses as he tried to capture her mouth with his. "It's not worth it, Mark! Stop! No!" With his lips moving all over her face, she strained both left and right to avoid him, Mark's hand snaked down between them and lustily felt around her inner thighs, squeezing here and there, before slipping inwards to cup her naked pussy. He moved back and looked into her outraged face as she gaped at his audacity, tracing over her slit with his fingers. In anger her eyes glittered at him like crystallised jade, and her cheeks were adorably flushed. Her lips seemed to have swollen in her distress, and Mark felt his cock swell at the sight of her beautiful, stunned countenance. "You wet for me?" he murmured, stroking her as she fought to move him out from between her legs. "Fuck you! No!" "You are. Yes, you are," he grinned into her face, and as she parted her lips to insult him, he lowered his head and forced his lips over hers, his tongue pushing through to explore her open mouth. Katie's heart was racing, but not from fear. She was shocked, and she was furious. The back of her head was pressed against the wall under the force of his kiss. She curled her fists into his dark hair and tried to tug his head away but he didn't budge, he was too strong. Giving up on trying to fight him, she blindly felt across the drawers for a weapon with one hand while the other tried to shift his hand from between her legs. Her searching hand knocked over an oil diffuser and she heard the small reed-sticks clatter over the end of the cabinet. Then her hand wrapped around an ornament shaped like a pingpong ball. It felt cold and smooth, like marble. Moving along, she found an apple-sized version and firmly closed her fingers around it. Not paying any attention to her movements, ignoring her hand futilely tugging at his wrist, Mark slowly pulled out of the kiss, but he kept his face close to hers and she felt his hot breath on her lips as he slightly panted. Close against him, Katie smelled his cologne, the clean scent of his skin, and from his kiss she still tasted the rich wine, mingled with a hint of cigar. "Wanna take this to the bedroom?" he whispered against her full, pink mouth, with one hand holding her smooth, naked shoulder back against the wall, while the other still moved between her legs, making her squirm. "Where do you get off?" she gasped in disbelief. "Right here, honey," he smiled, and moved both hands beneath her robe to cup her naked bottom and jerk her tightly forward against his erection, straining against his trousers. As soon as he did, Katie clobbered him on the side of the head with the ornament. When Mark crashed to the floor, she didn't look or think twice as she grabbed her key and fled from the room, still only wearing the robe. Looking left, then right, she darted down the hall toward the lift. As the lift doors eased shut at an excruciatingly slow pace, her heart seized up in terror as she heard Mark's laugh echo down the hall from within her suite. Although relieved she hadn't killed him, his confident amusement caused her significant discomfort. As the lift gently progressed to the ground floor, Katie's mind was in a horrified whirl. As the adrenaline from her fury began to wear off, she felt her chest constrict in fear. Where was she supposed to go now? She wasn't going to seek help from Cory. He was Mark's best friend and he was probably in on the whole thing. Katie was afraid of both of them, she'd been afraid since she first saw them silently staring down at her from the height of the staircase. The Ranch Ch. 01 Lamenting her failure to grab her phone when she'd fled the room, she had no idea where she could make a call from, and when help would come to her if she did. Katie didn't even know where the 'check in' area was, and she wasn't going to explore a large property she knew nothing about, when there were two predators on site who knew the place like the back of their hand. Remembering her predicament prior to arriving at the ranch, she realised calling the police wasn't an option. She'd have to conceal herself somewhere overnight, until the staff were back on site. Bursting out of the lift, her bare feet rapidly padded along the smooth floor as she ran across it, peering through glass doors for an adequate hiding place. There was no point screaming for help, she knew everyone was gone besides the two owners, and her call would just alert them to her whereabouts. As she searched for a safe spot, she thought about her strange hosts. 'Maybe they're serial killers,' she considered, looking through one door which led into the gym. There was was always something predatory in Mark's eyes when he looked at her, but in her suite his gaze was absolutely terrifying, as though he was bordering on some kind of sexual frenzy. Recalling their latest encounter, Katie shuddered. Thinking about the circumstances which led her to the ranch made her grit her teeth. When she'd first arrived at the ranch, she was of the belief that things were as bad as they could get, but she was wrong. Silently she cursed her unreliable car, cursed Mark and Cory for perverts, and cursed Marco, the only person that evening who seemed genuinely concerned for her welfare, for leaving her alone with them. She gasped as she heard the lift hum into action, the digital indicator showing the elevator travel upwards and settle at her suite level. Whimpering in fear and uncertainty, Katie dashed along the room, until she came to the door right at the end, farthest from the lift. It was an indoor swimming pool. Would they look for her there? The lift was moving down and there wasn't enough time. On impulse Katie ran her card over the handle and exhaled in relief as the door bleeped green. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whispered anxiously, lightly hopping from one foot to the other as the door clicked closed behind her and she gazed around the pool area. It was a 25m pool, and the turquoise-blue water reflected the pattern of the tiled-ceiling on its still surface. There was a Men's and Women's change-room, and a large sign right at the other end of the pool that read 'Sauna'. If she hid in the sauna, she'd be trapped like a rat. There was obviously nowhere to hide in the pool unless she could hold her breath indefinitely and magically keep the water surface from rippling. The Women's was a typical retreating point for scared females. No time to ponder, Katie darted into the Men's.