Be All, End All

Darynn was having a particularly erotic dream. A sudden weight pressed against her back, pushing her into the mattress and nearly cut off her air. No surprise. She was pissed! How dare someone wake her in such a manner, much less from such a perfectly yummy dream!

“Cocksucker, get off me!”

Her yell was disappointingly muffled be the pillow. In that tiny second of thinking of how to make her voice louder she considered that she might be in trouble. Hands gripped her wrists and brought them together above her head. It seemed to drive home the idea.

She struggled, yanking on her arms, but the weight on her back was relentless, and really fucking heavy.

Two people, men obviously. Hands held her wrists as someone bound them, she assumed the lunker-ass on her back. If he didn’t move soon this was going to change from abduction to homicide.

“Fucking get off me!”

Darynn was ashamed to hear how pathetic her voice sounded. She couldn’t draw in enough air to put any force behind the words.

Luckily with her hands bound ‘behemoth’ decided to move.

She bucked upward, swinging with her fisted hands. Her arms contacted something hard and caused a grunt and the sound of stumbling. Unfortunately it hadn’t been her knuckles that made contact.

“Fucking hold her!”

The order warned her of the other guy, but she was too late in turning. Thick arms wrapped around her from behind, effectively pinning her arms and cutting off air once again.

“Relax. We’re not going to hurt you.”

Darynn frowned and jerked towards the voice at her ear. Deep gravel. A hoarse whisper. And now the arms holding her felt familiar.

“What the fuck?” she whispered, not trusting her intuition.

The smallest amount of light glinted off of blonde hair in front of her and she turned to make out Brian’s face smiling into hers. “Uncooperative, bitch.”

“Fuck you. I’ll take off your balls for this!”

He just laughed and the chest behind her hummed with sound and a vibration that passed into hers. Despite the circumstances she found she couldn’t ignore that. God, he could make her weak with just his presence. It was so fucking unfair!

“He needs his balls,” Dom said from behind her. “Move, Brian.”

He did, and then she was being carried through her trailer. Her foot sticking out stopped that. He couldn’t move through the door if she was too wide to go.

Dom sighed and backed up. “Darynn, this isn’t going to work. We have plans.”

“Fuck you!”

She didn’t know what was going on, but when had she ever been cooperative in doing something against her will? If they wanted to take her somewhere they were going to have to work to do it! And that little whisper in the back of her mind could just shut the fuck up too! Dom and Brian wouldn’t be taking her off to chop her into pieces. No, their plans would be much more… gratifying. But it was the point of the matter!

Brian stopped in the kitchen and looked back at them. “Problem?”

Darynn flipped him off with one of her bound hands.

“Brian, grab her feet.”

Brian took a step toward them and then feigned back when she kicked at him. “Yeah, Brian, grab my feet,” she taunted.

Dom made a noise behind her. He squeezed her, making her grunt with the air forcing out of her. Then he was spinning her, squatting and hoisting her onto his shoulder.

Darynn’s brain exploded in denial. She yelled and wiggled and kicked, but still he moved forward, unaffected by his unwilling burden. Her hands were pinned by her own weight, his arms around her knees kept her legs useless, and his shoulder in her stomach kept her from breathing in more than gasps.

“Goddammit!! Put me down!”

They were outside now and she saw Brian look around when she yelled.

“Shoulda gagged her,” Dom said nonchalantly.

Bastard. She yelled again, but he was moving fast. His quick pace caused her to bounce on his shoulder, and all the blood was rushing to her head, and her nearly naked ass was sticking out in the cool air! “Fucking put me DOWN!!”

Into the house, door closed and locked by Brian. Through the house into the living room. Just one lamp on. Dom nearly dropped her into a wooden rocker. She fought to get up, but then Brian was there too, holding her in place.

Ankles tied to the front legs, feet resting on the rockers, hands freed and then retied to the arms of the chair. When Dom stepped back to admire their work Brian circled round to stand beside him. They both had smug smiles, proud of themselves. Yeah, two men hauling around a weaker female was really talented. She glared at them, but then another face caught her attention, and then another.

She felt her face flush at the gravity of the situation. This wasn’t some joke to force her to join their threesome. This was most likely going to be a full-scale gangbang, or just your average ordinary bisexual orgy. Her rage at being manhandled settled somewhat at the thoughts of what would come. This couldn’t go bad no matter how she looked at it.

Dominic, Brian, Roman and Vince lined up to stare down at their booty. But this booty was more interested in seeing what they would do to each other rather than caring what they’d do to her.