The vibe was lifelike and she couldn’t wait to use it as she rushed toward the door. Molded in a black jelly with raised veins, it measured a good eight inches long with a two-inch girth and was the most powerful vibe on the market. Past experience taught her it would help bring the orgasm she needed so badly to survive.
An icy sweep of winter air greeted her as she stepped onto the screened porch. It had grown dark outside, but not dark enough she couldn’t see the silhouette of the snowmobile and attached trailer she’d used to bring Cade and Blade here. Grandad had loved his snowmobile and it was the first thing Reena had thought about when she’d stopped screaming and pulled herself together in the hunters’ camp. She really should get the machinery into the shed and out of the elements. But it was cold out and she just wanted to forget the awful day, do what needed doing and get some rest.
Ever since returning to the cabin with Cade and then Will, the insistent, warning throbs of craving an orgasm had plagued her. She needed release and she needed it bad.
She moaned as she pulled down her panties, turned on the vibe and began to massage her clit. The cock head pulsed and pounded and she moaned louder as the electric pleasure mounted. She moved the cock head between her labia and plunged into her creaming vagina, crying out as the orgasm quickly rocked through her.
She withdrew and thrust it in again, imagining the vibrator was Blade fucking her up against the door of that bedroom. Then, to her surprise, thoughts of Cade fucking her burst to the forefront.
Confusion pummeled her as her thoughts whipped back to Blade again. Then Cade.
Both men fucking her? The devilish idea made her explode on a strangled cry. The orgasm tore into her like a tornado and Reena went with it.
Breathing deeply and thrusting her vibe in and out, she bucked her hips and with her free hand tugged on her nipple rings. Quickly, she became lost inside the magnificent spasms as they rocked through her at lightning speed. Too soon the orgasm ebbed, leaving Reena unfulfilled, knowing the momentary fantasy of Cade and Will making love to her would never come true.
The idea was crazy. She’d only just met Cade and she’d only been with Will that one time, but that didn’t stop her from smiling at the idea of having the Resistance keep the two men as captives purely to pleasure her.
Sighing, Reena withdrew her vibe, pulled up her panties, closed her eyes and rested. Her vaginal muscles spasmed softly and the blood pounded through her ears. Somewhere far off in the woods, an owl screeched, its echo sending chills down her spine. A moment later, its mate answered from close by.
Desolation crowded in around her. There were no neighbors to run to for help. She was alone and on her own to deal with what had happened to her.
After a few minutes of silence, the cold seeped into her. It didn’t frighten her as it had when she’d been handed back and forth between those men. Here, she could step into a building to warm herself.
Her feet were almost back to normal, nestled in a couple of pairs of wool socks and dry shoes. Tenderness still lingered though, and if Cade and Blade hadn’t shown up when they had, she wouldn’t be walking. She would have been those hunters’ slave.
Uneasiness zipped through her. She should have made sure all those men were dead. Some of them could still be alive, maybe even heading back here. Back to her.
She wished Granddad were here. Being with him and Grandmom had given her the safety and stability she’d always craved, even if it had only been for short bursts of time.
She’d loved her stays here.
Granddad had even shown her how to take his snowmobile in and out of storage. That’s how the vehicle had been in working condition, because she’d known exactly what to do to get it started.
Reena bit back a swell of nostalgia as she visualized her grandfather out in front of the cabin, sitting on the snowmobile, revving it up, waving to her and shouting for her to get a move on if she wanted to go out for a midnight run across the frozen lake.
Oh man!The icy wind blowing against her face as they raced the snowmobile back and forth across the flat of the lake had exhilarated her. The unleashed speed created a freedom that melted right into her soul. Grandpa had been such a sweet old man and her heart broke when she got the call from Grandmom, saying he’d died in his sleep up here in the cabin not too long before the X-virus had taken hold around the world.
Her grandmother died only weeks later after she herself had succumbed to the virus. Her mother had died shortly after that, leaving Reena with her cold, emotionless father. She tossed aside the sadness of her past and gazed around the picturesque scenery, smiling at the quietness. Yeah, this is why she’d come here alone in the first place. To get some solitude and figure out which direction she wanted to take the Resistance. She truly had no idea.
Wiping away a stray tear, she inhaled a cold breath as she tried to collect her jumbled emotions. It might have been easier to leave the two men back there to die. That would have solved her problem of taking care of them. But hell, she’d never been a woman who took the easy way out. And they’d saved her life so she owed them big-time.
While they were here, she’d have to make the best of the situation. Forcing away the memories of the violence she’d experienced earlier in the day, she inhaled and exhaled slowly until a peaceful calm entered her system. After a long while, she headed back inside.
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“Now you know how it feels, don’t you, torturer?” the woman whispered in a low, deadly voice. Cade clenched his teeth and pulled at his binds as she sliced into his flesh. Pain burned unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.
This cut was the deepest and too damned low on his belly. If she kept going in the general direction she was headed…
Cade breathed deep and fought the urge to scream as she cut again into his flesh. This time way too close to his cock.
“I have no wish to kill you, torturer,” she taunted.
He tensed as she lapped at the blood that spilled from the latest slash. Her long black hair tickled his left hip and made him cringe. He didn’t like any part of her touching him. At least not anymore.
Lifting her head, she gazed at him and he jolted at the sight of his blood dripping from her lips and down her chin. There was a mad glaze in her eyes. One he’d never noticed before, not even while he’d carved into her over the past several days. Was his torture of her responsible for that look? Or had she always been mad and just waiting for the right time to strike?
She held the knife close to her mouth. The blade gleamed beneath the light, flashing off the lone bare bulb hanging from the prison interrogation room ceiling. She licked the blood-soaked blade and he swallowed the sickness gushing up the back of his throat.
