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 Held Captive
   by Nysidra
   This is a graphic story containing several erotic concepts, explicit
sexual descriptions, violence, and drug use.
   Dark Erotica (Mf, MfM, group, violence, drugs)
   Summary: Ariel is a precocious young woman, add to this: naive and
trusting.  She descends into a prison of sorrow and pain, before finding
her way out.
   <->
   -_ Misadventure _-
   "Don't wander off too far," her older sister cautioned as Ariel set out
to do just that.  Giggling, she ran up the unfamiliar path.  When she was
out of earshot she slowed to a walk, looking around at the trees, looking
for interesting wildlife.
   "Morning."
   Ariel turned in a slow circle.  There, by the trees.  A man zipped his
pants.
   She waved to him.  "Morning."
   "You lost?"
   She looked around.  Camp was back toward the lake.  She knew that much.
Where was the lake?  "Not really.  Do I look lost to you?"
   He chuckled and signaled her over.  "What's your name?"
   "Ariel."
   "Raven."
   She walked closer, but stood against the tree opposite him.  He looked
good, a little ragged, but it was only morning.  "Are you lost?"
   "Nah, just emptying my bladder on the way back."
   "Back to where?"
   "The highway is along that path.  I'm on my motorcycle.  There's room
for a passenger if you want to come back with me."
   Ariel's heart raced.  How old did he think she was?  "I'd like to see
your bike."
   "Do you ride?" He led the way back up the path.
   "No.  Never got the chance.  I don't know anyone with a bike, but I like
seeing them."
   Another man sat astride his motorcycle.  Lean, near forties, brown and
gray hair on his head.
   "Ariel, this is my good friend, Jasper."
   "I thought you went to piss," Jasper smiled at her and looked her over,
taking in her sundress and flats in much of the same way Raven had.
   "I did." He walked her over to his bike.  "You want to go for a ride?"
   Yes, she did, but her sister was back at camp.  They had to pack up and
leave today.  She didn't want to go back.  The frown had Raven looking at
her curiously.  "I want to, but I'm not sure if I should."
   "Easy, do what you want."
   She grinned and shrugged.  "Okay."
   Raven got on the back and coached her toward getting on behind him.  She
put her hands around his waist and grinned into his back.  This was going
to be fun!
   Ariel squealed as the bikes hit the open road.  Wind whipped around her
turning the warm day several degrees cooler.  Nothing but road and trees,
all of three cars passed them going in the opposite direction.  Up and down
hills, into a different section of the mountains.
   More than just a ride, they pulled up to a cabin - rather spacious,
large enough for a family.  They parked the bikes in a shed.
   Raven helped her down off the bike.  It hadn't been that long of a ride,
maybe half an hour?  She could get back after noon, before her sister
freaked out too much.  She shook her wobbly legs.
   "Nice catch," Jasper took off his leather jacket and tucked it into the
saddlebag of his bike.
   "And I wasn't even fishing," said Raven.  "Want something to drink?"
   "Sure!" Ariel followed them into the cabin.  No one around but them. 
Raven pulled out three beer bottles and opened the tops.  He handed one to
Jasper and the other to her.
   A beer?  Ariel grinned as she tipped the bottle to her lips.  He didn't
know she wasn't old enough to drink either, or maybe he just didn't care.
Either way, she wasn't about to ruin what was shaping out to be the
greatest adventure of her life.
   "So," Raven said, "what were you doing in those woods?"
   "Camping.  I went out for a walk looking for something interesting. 
Found you."
   "You think I'm interesting, cute stuff?"
   She grinned, but didn't answer.  "I think you might be." She didn't
realize she had opened her legs until she followed their gazes.  While
shifting around the hem of her dress had rode up.
   "Want another?" Jasper asked as he went to the fridge.
   "Yes, thanks." Ariel giggled as she took the second beer.
   Raven got up and stood behind her, put his hand on her stomach, reached
up to caress her breast.  She sucked in a breath and held it.  His finger
circled her nipple until it hardened, then he moved on to the other, warm
maddening circles.  She'd never had anyone touch her like this.
   Jasper sat across from her, watching Raven's hands stroked her body
outside her dress.  "I think she likes you."
   "Is that right?" Raven said.  "Do you like me?"
   She nodded, hummed.
   "How much?" He reached between her legs, moved the leg of her panties
aside.  This time he did the humming.  "That feels like very much."
   Ariel hissed as his finger pressed inside.  It hurt a little, burned as
she stretched around his fingers.
   He kept his fingers there, but didn't try to press them deeper.  "You
want me to fix that for you?"
   "Raven." Jasper shook his head.  "Nothing but trouble right there.  You
better get this girl back where she came from before sun down."
   "Hush." Raven removed his hand and stood between her and Jasper.  He
looked at her, waiting for her answer.
   Jasper had a good point, not about her being trouble, but getting back.
Latoya would freak out if she didn't show up soon.  But it would be awhile.
She'd go looking for her first, then back up the camp, then look for her
again.  She wouldn't call her parents until she got back to the car.  As
long as she was back by evening she could say she got lost.
   "I'd like that."
   Raven hoisted her onto his hip and carried her into the back bedroom. 
He set her on the bed, and searched the drawers until he came up with a
rolled of condoms, then came back from the bathroom with a bottle of clear
liquid.  "Take your clothes off."
   She was feeling agreeable, floaty.  Her head swam as she pulled the
dress overhead, tugged her panties down.
   Raven undressed crawled into the bed beside her.  He was a big man,
easily weighing twice as much as her.  His hands went between her legs,
went back to the wet opening of her pussy.
   She hissed.  "Ow."
   He slowed, widened her with two of his fingers, back and forth, in and
out.  "Better?"
   "Yeah.  Hurts, but it's really good too."
   He leaned over and rubbed the tip of his nose to hers.  "Kiss me."
   She pressed her lips to his.  This was all she knew how to do.  He
sucked on her bottom lip, ran his tongue along the crease of his lips until
she opened.  Her tongue darted out to touch his, then she put her tongue in
his mouth.  Her pussy clenched down on his fingers, her hips rolled on his
hand.
   He pulled away and grabbed a condom.  Rolled it on his erection.  He
crawled on top of her and positioned the head of his cock at her pussy.  He
pushed in and new discomfort arose.  Ariel clung to his body, tense and
worried, but curious and hopeful.
   "Ow, ow, ow," she dug her nails into her back.  A cramp rose in her
lower belly, but it didn't continue.
   "Breathe.  I'm inside you now."
   Her breath hitched a few times, but she kept trying for the next one. 
She didn't cling to him as desperately.  Sweat rolled down the side of her
face.
   He slid out and in a few times, each stroke felt a little better than
the last.  One or two more and he really began to fuck her with an
aggressive rhythm.  The bed creaked and her body shook under him.
   She kept her legs open, braced herself.  After a minute or so he
stiffened, grunted and pumped deep inside her before pulling out.
   Ariel turned to the wall and listened to his breath slow.  Okay, so that
was done.  For some reason she had expected this would feel more fun.
   Raven snored beside her.  She eased out the bed and cleaned herself up
in the bathroom.  She put her dress back on, but not the underwear.  They
were too damp to put back on.
   Jasper was still at the counter, eating a burrito, nursing a beer.  He
looked at her and shook his head.
   She sat on the stool beside him.
   "Want some?"
   "Is it good?"
   He shrugged a little and cut her a piece.  "Where's Raven?"
   "He fell asleep."
   He laughed at that.  "Knocked him out on the first round, huh?"
   She finished chewing her food and swallowed.  "I guess."
   He shared the rest of his burrito with her.  The food on her stomach
took away a bit of her wooziness, but not by much.
   "Did you have fun?"
   She shrugged slightly.  Ariel didn't have anything to compare against.
Was that the way it was supposed to be?
   "Come here." Jasper pat his lap.
   She moved over and sat on his thigh.  He wiped his hand and reached
under her dress, straight to her bare pussy.
   "Shit.  All he did was warm you up." Jaspers fingers circled outside her
lips, moving just under her clitoris.
   Ariel stifled her moan.  This felt even better than when she touched
herself.
   "You like that?"
   She nodded and hooked her arm around his neck, leaned on his shoulder.
If he was this good just touching her, would he also be better inside her?
   Raven stirred in the bedroom.
   Jasper took his fingers away from her pussy, but didn't tell her to
leave his lap.
   Raven narrowed his eyes and looked at them.  "Ariel."
   She slid out of Jasper's lap and went back over to Raven, followed him
back into the bedroom.
   "Lay down over the bed."
   She had to get going soon.  Ariel thought to herself but leaned over the
side of the bed.
   "What were you doing in Jasper's lap?"
   "He was touching me."
   "Yeah, you let any man touch you?"
   "No," she said sullenly.
   "Someone needs to teach you how to behave." Raven put one hand between
her shoulder blades and smacked her hand on the ass with the other.
   "Ow!  Hey, stop!"
   "Damn, look at that ass jiggle.  Be still."
   "Seriously, that hurt."
   "It wouldn't be a lesson otherwise, girl." The cap of that bottle open
and he squirted clear liquid onto his fingers.  "Stay on your stomach."
   "I need to get home."
   "Not yet, you don't." Cold, wet.  His fingers circled her anus and
pierce the tight ring of muscle.
   What was he doing?
   He poured more lubricant on his fingers and kept probing her ass.  It
tingled, warm, burned a little, different than her pussy.  There weren't
any cramps.  He shifted behind her.  What was he doing now?
   She screamed into the mattress as Raven penetrated her ass with his
cock. It burned, stung, and he didn't stop pressing inside her until he
filled her with his cock.
   "I don't like this," she sobbed.
   "Hush your whining.  You'll like it plenty."
   Ariel frowned into the mattress as he began to withdraw from her, only
to press back in.  He smacked her ass, first one cheek then the other.  Not
all that hard, but given her earlier licks, everything hurt.  It went on
forever, her own cries echoed in her head.  It never felt good, not even
repeatable.  Just the stretching and the burn and discomfort.  Then,
finally, Raven reached his climax and pulled out.
   Her whole body trembled.  She wiped her tear-stained cheeks on the
sheets while Jasper did something in the bathroom.
   "Go clean yourself up."
   She pushed off the bed and walked into the bathroom.  She expected to
find blood and torn flesh, but it wasn't that bad.  It wasn't good, but not
that bad.  Adventure over.  Time to get back.  She walked back in the
bedroom with Raven, but he was still naked, lying on his back.
   "Come suck me off."
   "I think I should head back."
   "Back where?"
   "Where I was?" Ariel fought to remember the name of her camp site, not
that Latoya hadn't told her.
   "Come suck me off first."
   "I don't know how."
   "Then get your ass over here so that I can teach you."
   She crawled onto the bed and between his legs.  "My ass hurts."
   "A lot more than that is going to hurt if you don't start listening. 
Open your mouth, use you tongue, not your teeth.  Suck on me.  Get me
hard."
   She really didn't want him smacking her again.  She lowered her head and
took him into her mouth.  She moved her tongue and lips, trying to please
him, to avoid any more pain.  He grasped the back of her neck and pressed
deeper into her mouth, in and out.  She stilled and tried to accommodate
his length.  She couldn't.  She gagged, eyes watered.  Two, three more
times and then he came, filled his mouth with his come.
   Ariel swallowed the liquid without tasting it.
   "Well done, sugar." He pulled her into his arms as if she were his
stuffed bear, arms and legs tangled with her own.
   She lay awake long after his breath turned heavy.  Elsewhere in the
house the television played.  She strained to hear if it were the news, if
someone had called the police.  All she heard was the laugh track of a
sitcom.
   Outside, the sun began to set.  Her sister would have packed up by now,
at least gone to the car.  Her parents would know.  How were they going to
find her?  She always talked a big game about running away, going off and
living her own life without all their rules and restrictions.  Did they
think she did that?
   Tears wet the sheets beneath her.  Even if he took her back tomorrow,
she wouldn't know her way back to the camp site from the road, or where on
the road she joined them.  She'd have to get him to take her home, at least
near her house.
   Sometime during the night, his grip on her loosened enough to crawl away
from his heat, the thick smell of his body.  She went to the bathroom and
go back in bed, but this time she slept apart from him.
   Early morning.  Birds took up a raucous sound.
   "What are you doing?" His gruff voice stilled her.  He reached out and
pulled her back next to his body.  His hand rubbed up and down her back,
rounded her shoulders, cupped her breasts.  His fingers played in the curls
of her pubic hair.
   Ariel waited for more, but there wasn't.  His hands slowed and he was
back to snoring.
   She eased out the bed and slipped back into her dress.
   Jasper sat to the table with a bunch of mechanical parts spread on a
towel.  He was cleaning them with a small brush.  He looked up and frowned
at her.
   She knew what he saw.  Swollen eyes, puffy lips, a tangled mess of hair
on her head.  She wriggled her fingers in greeting.
   "Hey," he said.
   She looked through their kitchen.  She tallied up the items she could
use to make breakfast.  "Want some breakfast?"
   Jasper joined her in the kitchen and looked over her work.  Steak, eggs,
and pan fried potatoes.  "Hell yeah."
   Raven entered the kitchen sniffing the air.  One eye cracked open,
scratching his chest as he looked around.
   "Have a seat," she said.  "I'll fix you a plate."
   Raven plopped down in the chair with a dopey smile.  He looked down at
the plate a second or two before scarfing down the meal.  "Need to make a
food run."
   "You're assuming she's staying around to cook," said Jasper.
   "Of course she's staying.  She doesn't even know where she came from."
   "I know where I live," Ariel said.  "It's only an hour drive from the
lake."
   "You're staying here for now." Raven said.  He didn't even look up from
his plate.
   Ariel looked at Jasper, her eyes wide, imploring him to talk sense into
him.  Maybe she could get Jasper to take her home.
   "What?" Raven snapped.  "You got summer classes or some shit to get to?"
   Ariel shook her head slowly.
   "How old are you?" Jasper prompted.
   Good point!  That would help her situation.  "I'm sixteen."
   Silverware clattered on the plate.  Raven looked between Jasper and
Ariel, waiting for one of them to laugh, wink, something.  "The fuck you
just say?"
   "I'm sixteen.  I don't have any classes this summer, but I do need to
get home."
   "You knew." Raven said to Jasper.
   "I believe your words were, 'hush.' You should try listening."
   Ariel chuckled at that.
   "That settles it then." Raven went back to eating.  "Make a list of
things you'll need."
   "Wait, I just told you--"
   "That I'm either keeping you or getting locked up.  I heard.  I'm
keeping your sweet ass."
   Her face got so hot her ears burned.  She clenched her fists beside her
and looked at Jasper.  He put his finger to his lips.  Did that mean he'd
help her later?
   "Paper?" Ariel said to Jasper, trying not to lose her mind.
   "Living room, desk beside the couch."
   She sat on the couch, pad and pen in hand.  New tears tracked down her
cheeks.  She'd really fucked up this time, but a grocery list was something
she could focus on.  It was just for the day.  He'd get bored of her soon,
then Jasper could take her home, get her to a phone, something.
   Phone.  She could call them?  Ariel frowned at that thought.  Not yet.
She could still make it out of this without getting into too much trouble.
   As Raven talked with Jasper at the table, she went in search of a
shower. Afterward she put on the only thing she had, her light green dress.
Her underwear lay over the shower rack, drying.
   An exploration of the cabin revealed three bedrooms, a living room, and
the open kitchen with a dining area.  Other than the shed, there were trees
as far as the eye could see.
   "Ariel," Raven called.
   She found him in the living room.
   He waved her into his lap.  "Kiss me like I kissed you last night."
   Open mouth, lips and tongue.  She knew what to do.  His lips were large
like the rest of him.  When he moved she jumped, but didn't leave his lap.
She kissed him, turning her head, moving her tongue like she was supposed
to, trembling the whole while.
   Raven broke the kiss and tucked her against his chest.  "Trembling like
a leaf.  Here, take this dress off.  You can throw it in the wash."
   Now she was naked and all he had on were shorts.  "Will you take me back
later?"
   "Sure, in a few days.  Okay?" He leaned forward and took her nipple into
his mouth.  "Have fun with me until then."
   Had she had fun with him yet?  Ariel closed her eyes, his mouth felt
good on her nipple.  She tried to think back.  One or two days.  She'd say
she got lost and he found her and gave her a ride home.  No one would get
in trouble.
   He fished his cock out and set her down on him.  She whimpered as she
lowered onto his cock.  Her pussy was a bit sore, but not as much as she
feared.  He reached between their bodies and rubbed on her clitoris, a
little too rough for her tastes, but his intentions were good.  She focused
on riding him - up and down, keeping the angle bearable.
   Raven stood and turned her over, put her on her back lengthwise on the
couch, lifted her legs up over his shoulders.  That made her pussy so much
tighter around him.  He jabbed deep inside her with each thrust, grinding
into her.
   "Fuck yeah.  Tight little pussy." With a groan he pulled out and jacked
his cock over her until hot ropes of white liquid hit her belly and
breasts.
   Jasper entered the house then.  "Do you even know what you're doing?"
   "Looks good, doesn't she?"
   "You're the only one who broke a sweat."
   "Fuck off, J.  She's my catch."
   "Oh?  If she jumped in your bucket, then it's her choice to jump out."
   Raven ignored Jasper.  He set her legs aside and winked down at her. 
"Go clean yourself up." He looked at Jasper.  "You got something that will
fit her?"
   "Maybe, I'll look.  Matt keeps some stuff here.  He's about her size."
   "Need to get into town and back before they start circulating her
picture."
   Circulating her picture.  Missing.  Reward?  Ariel brushed the warm
cloth down her body, cleaning off the sticky white substance.  It almost
felt good that time.  Maybe she just needed to get used to him.
   Jasper had a few clothes out, she stood in front of him, naked, cleaned
up.  "Did you finish your list?"
   "He said he would take me back in a few days.  Was he telling me the
truth?"
   Jasper shrugged and held a shirt out for her.  "Pull your hair back and
put this hat on.  Not bad." He then gave her a pair of jeans, but he had to
fasten them up with a strip of fabric.  She stood there while he
transformed her into an adolescent boy in ill-fitted clothes.
   Ariel sat in the back of the truck while they went into the store.  They
left her with the windows rolled partially down.  Each time someone passed
by, she thought about getting out, asking for a ride home.  She pressed her
face to the window, begging to be recognized.  No one around here knew her.
Even so, how long had it been?  Just a day?  She sweat, her heart raced. 
She was having some kind of crazy reaction bordering on a mental break
down. She needed to do something?  Right?
   They returned with a shopping cart full of paper bags.  She took the
bags and set them on either side of her until the back seat was full.  The
ride back was crowded, but peaceful.  She was relieved to be away from
people, free of her confusion.
   They pulled up to the cabin, parked the truck just outside the shed. 
Four other bikes had joined Jasper and Raven's.
   Raven parked and jumped out with a great belly laugh.  "Hey!"
   Four men streamed out the house and the six of them hugged, pat each
other on the shoulders, and took up a cacophony of conversation.  A tall
man with frost blond hair waved her green dress in the air.
   Raven pointed toward the truck.  They approached as a group, some opened
the front doors, waved at her.  All of them grabbed a bag or two until she
was revealed.
   Would any of them help her?
   The blond passed off the bag of groceries and helped her out the truck.
He took off her hat and shook her hair loose.  "My, aren't you a cute
little thing.  When you want to trade up, I'll make it worth your while."
   Raven put his arm around her, resting over the top of her chest, and he
pulled her back towards his body.  "Trevor, this is Ariel.  She belongs to
me, and isn't looking to trade for anything."
   Trevor narrowed his eyes, giving her a closer look over.  Then he turned
the harsh look to Raven.  "First of all, she's not a woman.  This is that
girl that went missing near Ohana Lake."
   "She might have been a girl then, but she's a woman now."
   "Second, if you have to hold her like that.  She ain't yours." Trevor
winked at her.
   "Fuck you." Raven said, but dropped the loose choke hold.  "Doesn't
matter.  She's mine." He pointed to the last bag in the truck.  "Take that
inside and put everything away."
   Ariel carried the bag inside with a private smile.  Her parents missed
her!  People were looking for her.  Even better, that Trevor guy knew it.
His gray eyes looked sympathetic, but was it enough to get here out of here
and back where she belonged?
   She entered the kitchen and everyone in the house migrated to the
counter, looking her over.  "Hi."
   "Hello," sang one of them.  "Are you hot in all that?"
   "Yeah, but Trevor still has my dress."
   One of them eyed her as if she were a sizzling piece of meat.  He licked
his lips and hummed as if eating candy.  He had dark brown, straight hair,
a long beard.  His arms were covered in ink.  "What's your name?"
   "Ariel.  What about you all?"
   "I'm Wilson." He was the one with the ink.
   "Derrick," said the dark, stocky one.
   "Matt," about her height, light blue eyes, black hair.
   "I'm wearing your clothes?"
   Matt nodded and grinned from ear to ear.  "No trouble, but I'll want to
wear you later."
   Ariel blushed and turned away, but she didn't have anything left to put
away.  Jasper, Raven, and Trevor entered the house.  Raven took one look at
her and signaled her over.
   "Get in here." He shut the bedroom door behind him and tossed her dress
on the bed.  "Get changed.  Don't go waving your tits and ass around to
them.  You open your legs for me and no one else.  Understood?"
   Ariel fumbled with the knot at her waist.  Who was he to tell her what
to do?
   "Do you understand?  Or do I need to teach you a lesson?"
   "I understand!" She was down to just the pesky knot around the jeans
when someone knocked on the door.
   "Hope I'm intruding."
   "She's changing." Raven said as Trevor stepped into the room.
   Trevor took one look at her and kept walking over.  He took to his knee
and pulled a switch blade out of her boot.
   "Hey," Raven barked.
   "Calm down, big guy.  She needs help." He flicked the blade open and cut
the fabric.  "Worry about Wilson.  He's out there drooling.  He'd make a
mess of her if that happened.  He's more suited to seasoned women."
   "He can't have her either.  I know plenty about that prick.  I ran with
him back when he was with that giant."
   Trevor laughed, "Yeah, I remember her." Still on his knee, his face a
foot away from her naked breasts, he smiled up at her.  "If anyone tries to
move on you and Raven ain't around, come see me.  I'll take care of you."
   "I'm not his," Ariel breathed, soft enough for Trevor hear.
   "Damn right," Raven snapped his fingers.  "Hurry it up."
   She let the jeans fall to the floor.  That's all there was covering the
rest of her.
   "Fucking ace," Trevor stood and walked around her.  He paused behind
her. "Fuck, Ray?  You beat her?"
   "Barely touched her.  She needed it.  That's all."
   "Ray, she's gorgeous, and I hardly think she deserved whatever you did.
Don't mess her up." Trevor rounded her and caressed her cheek.  "Did you
try asking nicely?"
   "I'll do what I want.  Mind your business." Raven walked over and
smacked Trevor's hands away from her.  "Close the door behind you."
   ***
   Trevor walked out and closed the door, but didn't walk away yet.  A hard
smack rang out on the other side of the door.  She whimpered just under
Raven's gruff voice.
   "Relax that fucking ass!" Another smack followed by her muffled scream.
   The bed began its rhythmic creak.  She never stopped squealing.  Trevor
folded his arms under and balled his fist.  His heart beat like a war drum.
No matter who that girl was or how she got to be there, she was not
enjoying herself.
   I'm not his, she'd whispered.
   No, but she could belong to him.  Trevor grinned and pushed away from
the door.
   -_ Lessons _-
   The next morning Trevor left his room to a quiet house, but one full of
the smell of food.  "What's this?"
   "Egg and bacon sandwiches," she answered.
   "Can I have one?"
   "Sure.  I'll make you one."
   "Trevor, when's your next run?" said Raven.
   "Not for a week.  Where's everyone?"
   "I sent them after their own breakfast.  Derrick is passed out on the
couch."
   "Naw, I ain't," he murmured.
   "Need you to watch after her," said Raven.  "Jasper and I have a run to
Blue Ridge."
   Trevor pointed at Raven and then the front door.  "Derrick, keep an eye
on the girl." He met Raven outside.  "You don't want me to get her home?"
   "Hell no.  She better be here when I get back.  She's mine."
   "What makes you think so?"
   "Popped her open myself.  Every hole."
   "How the fuck did you end up with a virgin?"
   "Lucky.  She wanted to come here."
   "Way to make her regret it, you dumb fuck."
   "Watch it."
   "Listen, as a friend, stop being such a fucking bull.  Don't treat her
like you own her."
   "Look after her, keep her here.  Do I need to ask your boy in there?"
   "I have one condition."
   "What?"
   "I'm going to fuck her.  I don't need you flying off the handle when I
do.  Let it sink in.  I am going to fuck her."
   Raven clenched his jaw and shook his head.  "Leave her ass alone. 
That's mine." The man was like a kid in a public play area, snatching
whatever he could get his hands on, screaming mine.  Given the man's size
and gruffness, few people argued.
   Trevor would get what he wanted, Raven out of his way.  "I'll watch
after her."
   Trevor entered the house first.  Ariel leaned against the counter
talking to Wilson who leaned on the fridge.  Trevor signaled Wilson to back
off and the man went to the kitchen table.  "I thought you were watching
her?" He said to Derrick.
   "They were just talking."
   "She wasn't upset?"
   "Didn't sound like it from here."
   Raven stomped in behind him.  "Jasper and I got a run," he said to
Ariel. "You'll stay with Trevor.  Do as you're told.  Let him fuck you, and
don't waste all my food.  If I hear you gave him trouble I'll turn that
brown ass of yours black and blue."
   Over the next three days, Raven kept Ariel by his side, watched her like
a hawk.  That next morning, she watched him ride away with a long, heavy
sigh then looked at Trevor expectantly.  Her bare feet dangled off the
window sill as she played with the end of the oversized t-shirt.
   "I have a gift for you." Trevor walked her to his room.  He kneeled by
the bed and slid a bag out.  When he stood up, Ariel lay naked on the bed,
arms up, legs open.  Eyes staring at the ceiling.
   Trevor drank in the physical vision of her body.  Raven had taken his
advice for the most part.  She had no new bruises, few whelps.  He sat on
the bed and caressed her belly, massaged her breasts.  He brought his hand
down between her legs, but stopped when he felt her dry lips.  "I
appreciate the offer, sugar, but that isn't why I brought you in here."
   Ariel blinked.  Her eyes focused on him.
   "Sit up.  Look what I have for you." He set the black trash bag on her
lap.  "This is all I have for gift wrap."
   She untied the top knot and pulled out the clothing Trevor spent the
last few days gathering.  A trio of dresses, a night shirt, and a handful
of tees and skirts.  At the very bottom she pulled out the cotton sleep
shorts.  He looked forward to seeing the material stretch over the swell of
her ass.  "Thank you."
   "You're welcome." He looked over her chocolate areola, maple syrup
colored hair.  Her eyes were dark, and more than he liked, puffy from
crying.  "Pick something to wear and we can have a light lunch."
   "What's a run?" She stuffed everything but the yellow dress back into
the bag.
   "We run alongside cargo going through the area as protection."
   "From?"
   "That depends on the job."
   The dress cupped her breasts and the color looked great on her. 
"Beautiful." He couldn't wait until Derrick got back.  They would get her
out of her funk soon enough.
   They had roast beef sandwiches with all the fixings, pickles, and a
plate of sliced bananas.  Trevor raised a single brow at the fruit.
   "This is your favorite." She barely spoke above a whisper.
   "I know that, but how do you?"
   "Heard you mention it.  It's really easy to hear people in this house."
   "Yeah." He held a slice up to her lips.  "How did you meet Raven?"
   She sighed heavily.  "I wanted to ride on his bike.  He brought me back
here."
   "Didn't turn out like you wanted, did it?"
   She shook her head and held the banana up for him this time.  "Raven
said you warned him that you'd fuck me."
   "Let me guess, you're not to encourage me?" Trevor grinned as she
nodded. "Ray and I have been friends for a long time.  He's shit with
women, but he keeps trying."
   "I thought it would be more fun."
   "What's that?"
   "Sex," She leaned her head on her fist and picked at the rest of her
sandwich.
   The front door open and closed.  "Anyone alive in here?" Derrick walked
into the cabin with his helmet and riding gloves under his arm, a duffle
bag under the other.
   "Kitchen," Trevor said.  "Did you get it?"
   Derrick pulled a tin box from the bag and slid it across the table. 
"Hey Ariel.  The spoiled king ride off to war yet?"
   She grinned and nodded.  "Do you want something to eat?"
   "Nah, I ate in town."
   Ariel gathered the empty plates and set to washing them.
   "Small wonder he's such a fool over her." Derrick said.
   When she finished washing up, Trevor called her back over to them.  "Sit
here." He tapped his thigh.
   She sat across his lap.  If Raven were around she'd be sitting straight
up, touching as little as possible, but he was gone, not lording over her,
watching her closer than her parents ever bothered.  She leaned on his
chest, looked up at him.
   "Remember when you told me, 'I'm not his'?"
   She nodded.  "I'm not.  He just ...  latched onto me."
   Trevor hummed.  "You look so easy to latch onto." He pointed to the tin
box.  "That is a contraceptive.  Derrick is going to inject you with it so
that you don't get pregnant, at least not for the next year.  He'll apply
an anesthetic, but it's still going to hurt.  Be a trooper about this, and
you'll get a treat after."
   She buried her head in his chest.
   "Go on." Trevor put his hand over her eyes to hide the injection needle.
It hurt, but not as much as it would to learn that she was carrying around
Raven's child.
   "There.  All done." Derrick announced.  "Now that nasty business is
over." He pulled out a metallic bag holding a handful of suckers. 
"Trooper's choice."
   She looked through the bag.
   "There's only one lime.  That's my favorite," said Trevor.
   She looked at Derrick.
   "I'll take anything touched by your lips."
   Ariel opened the lime sucker and took long, exaggerated swipes at it
with her tongue.  She held it out for Trevor, then she picked the pink one
and did the same before giving it to Derrick.
   "You're right," Derrick said to Trevor, but winked at her.
   She picked the orange one for herself.  "These taste funny."
   "Only at first," Trevor said with a chuckle.  "Want to watch a movie
with us?"
   "Sure."
   They all piled onto the couch.  The movie wasn't exactly big on plot, or
clothing.  Several people were having sex in every scene.  She saw
everything close up.
   "Notice how she isn't crying or begging them to stop?  Do you know why?"
   Ariel shook her head and squirmed on the couch.  The candy was gone now
and her skin felt tingly all over.  She hugged her knees to her chest.
   "Because she's enjoying herself.  She wants it, and they want her to
feel good.  That's when you know you're doing it right." He pulled on her
ankles and brought her legs down.  "Put your hands between your legs and
feel your pussy." Trevor tilted his head as if waiting.
   She slid her hands into the shorts, rubbed her wet lips.
   "Are you wet?"
   She nodded.
   "Keep going.  Get yourself off."
   It had been such a long time since she was comfortable touching herself,
not sore or turned off.  Trevor pulled off her shorts and spread her legs.
   "Fuck," Derrick got down on the floor beside Trevor.  "That's so fucking
hot."
   Ariel grinned and rolled her head back.  She drew a sharp breath as
Trevor penetrated her with his finger.  It wasn't rough, and more, he
curled it up inside her.  The whole room seemed to float, as if the
pressure in the room changed.  Unfortunately, the arm she needed to get her
off still hurt from the shot earlier.  With a whimper she let her hand fall
to her side.
   She stopped breathing as a tongue licked up and down her clitoris. 
Ariel looked down at Trevor, mouth hanging open.  What was he doing and how
did it feel so good?
   Derrick moved onto the couch beside her and played with her nipples. 
"How's that feel?"
   "Amazing," she whimpered.  Her body began having an orgasm, not
suddenly, building to an explosion, but constantly.  Her climax started
with a low rumble and built to a crescendo until she was screaming and
writhing on the couch.  She blinked to focus her eyes, tried to focus, but
she was still lost.
   Derrick held a glass of water up, and she drank it.  Cool water spread
down her chest into her belly.
   Trevor sat against the arm of the couch, legs spread, erection curved
back toward his belly.
   Ariel crawled up and took him in her mouth.  Derrick and Trevor were
talking, but Ariel didn't focus on their words, just the cock in her mouth.
She wanted to return the favor, make him feel as good as she felt just now.
He lasted much longer than Raven and filled her mouth a hell of a lot more.
   She sat up and looked at Derrick, down at his erection.  "Do you want me
to suck you too?"
   "I would, very much."
   She grinned and took Derrick into her mouth.  They spent the rest of the
night watching porn, masturbating, getting each other off, but no sex.  It
might have led to sex, but she felt Trevor's cock at her pussy and
flinched, pulled away.  He never tried again after that.
   ***
   Unlike Raven, Trevor didn't demand Ariel's constant presence, didn't
breathe down her neck like a prison guard.  She stole away to the shed
after doing the washing.  She'd never seen the inside of it since they
parked the bikes.  It was full of tools and spare parts.
   Steps echoed off the hard floor.
   "Hey, Wilson."
   "Hey, how far you spreading that pussy of yours?"
   Ariel frowned at him.
   "There's a theory going round the house that Raven never made you come.
Is it true?"
   "Was I supposed to?"
   He laughed.  "Ray should stick to taking it up the ass.  Don't worry.  I
wouldn't do that to you." He didn't stop until he was right next to her.
   "Please step back." Ariel chanced following Trevor's advice, speaking up
when she was uncomfortable.  Was he going to hit her like Raven did?
   Wilson took a single step away.  Everything about Wilson looked rough
and violent, but nothing about Raven did, and look where that got her.
   "I'm not ...  I'm not comfortable having sex right now, but I like you."
   "Oh yeah?"
   She nodded and reached for his pants.  "Have you heard how good I am at
this?" She pulled the loop of his belt, unfastened his jeans.
   "Not a word." Wilson put his hand behind her neck and kissed her.  It
didn't seem rough, not like she expected it would.  "And no one is going to
hear it from me."
   She smiled and went to her knees in front of him.  Everyone was afraid
of leaving her with Wilson, and she supposed she would have been if Raven
were around.
   "Make it quick, babe." He curled his fingers into her hair and thrust
into her mouth, groaning and mumbling until he climaxed.
   He helped her to her feet, thumbed her lips, then tucked himself away.
   "Ariel?" Trevor called.
   She ran out the shed and back around the house toward the clothes
hanging out back.  She paused to catch her breath, her heart going a mile a
minute.  What a rush!  She reached down between her legs, soaking wet.  Not
feeling comfortable with sex seemed like a lie now.  All she wanted was a
stiff cock inside her.
   Sex with Raven didn't always hurt, but it never felt all that good
either, not like touching herself, not like Trevor's tongue on her pussy.
She never got wet from sucking Raven's cock.  No, maybe that first day she
did.
   "Ariel?" Trevor's voice called again.
   "Here." She walked toward the back door.
   "Shit, girl, Derrick was about to deck Wilson.  Found her," he yelled
into the house.
   The living room was full of the smell of pizza.  They sat around,
playing cards and drinking.  Whenever she met Wilson's eyes he gave her a
secret smile.
   A few drinks later and most everyone was relaxed, lying around.  They
got up to a conversation Ariel couldn't quite follow, which was just as
well.  Her eyes sped over each of the four men present, wondering what it
would feel like with them.
   She pulled off her shirt and wriggled out of her shorts, right there on
the couch.
   "Um, Trevor," said Derrick and nodded over to Ariel's naked body.  "I
think she's feeling it."
   "I'm hot." She muttered.
   A chorus of male voices agreed.
   "Who are you hot for, sugar?"
   Ariel sat up, looked around.  Part of her was thinking, all of them, but
in reality, she didn't want to feel sore.  The only decision that made
sense was the man who was teaching her how to enjoy it.  She hugged her
knees to her body, looked at Wilson.  Would it be rude not to say his name?
He was the reason she felt so wound up to begin with.
   "Trevor," he mouthed.
   She rolled her head around and looked at Trevor.  "You."
   Trevor's finger slicked up and down her pussy.  "Go get in my bed."
   Trevor came into the room and closed the bedroom door.  "What happened
with Wilson?" He took his clothes off and got in the bed with her.
   How did he know?  Ariel balled the sheets in her hand.  "He came up on
me in the shed, but he backed off when I told him too.  I wanted to try
doing something I wanted, so I sucked him off, and I liked it, and I want
to know what else I might like.  He wasn't that scary."
   "Not that scary, huh?" He crawled on top of her and his fingers sought
out her moist folds.  "Why am I in here then?"
   "I want to know how to enjoy it."
   "Then you're going to go fuck him?" Trevor put two of his fingers
inside, moved in and out of her pussy.  "Tell me the truth, sugar.  When I
teach you to enjoy it, are you going to fuck him?"
   She sucked on her bottom lip.  "I'd like to."
   Trevor grinned.  "That's what did his head in.  Fresh little cunt like
yours, hungry for it.  All he did was stretch you open, like a dildo. 
You're a virgin yet, girl, but you won't be for long.  When you decide
you're woman enough for Wilson, you hold on tight."
   "What do you mean?"
   "That's for you to discover.  For now, practice with this." He replaced
his fingers with his cock, sank deep inside her.  When he moved it was
constant, smooth, but almost too slow.  Ariel rolled her hips, squeezed
against him.
   "Want more?"
   "Yes," she pulled him down into a kiss, wrapped her legs around his
waist.
   Trevor groaned as her pussy sucked on his cock.  The moment he saw her
little body, naked and trembling, he knew that he could turn her, truly
bring her around to him.  Raven didn't know shit about women.  Grabbing
them and shouting at them didn't do shit.
   She whimpered, and moaned, not from the slightest bit of pain.  No
matter what orgasms she felt before or how, this was the one that counted.
This would be her one true breaking, the true ownership.  She reared back
and tensed and writhed and he fucked her sweet pussy straight through her
climax.
   He rolled beside her and delighted in the after glow.  "Was that what
you wanted?"
   "Yes." She curled up next to him and put her arm around him.
   "You ever want another go, no matter when, just ask if there's anything
you can do for me.  I'll get the message."
   "Getting naked probably not the best, huh?"
   "Bullshit.  I'm going to take that memory to my grave, but Raven will be
back, and," he sighed.
   Yeah, that guy.
   The next day it was only Derrick and Trevor with her.  They sat in the
front room and she helped them with sewing and repairs on their gear. 
Ariel wasn't very good at it, but she gave it her best shot.
   They were mostly finished.  Derrick had an erection that filled the left
leg of his shorts.
   "Can I take care of that for you?"
   Both Derrick and Trevor followed the direction of her eyes.
   "Damn, you've turned into such a fucking sweetheart." Derrick sat back
and pulled his shorts down.  He groaned as her mouth enveloped his cock.
   Trevor pulled her skirt up, fingered her pussy, then he pulled her up.
"Put him inside you.  Don't worry.  He knows what he's doing."
   She climbed into his lap, and took him slow.  Wet as she was, there
wasn't any discomfort as he stretched her wider.
   "So fucking hot." Derrick pumped his hips, ground his way up into her.
"This," he didn't finish the sentence.  He latched on her nipple and bucked
away until he grunted.  He pulled out and jacked until he came on her
breasts.
   Trevor took over afterwards, working on her until she was screaming,
shaking, and moaning.
   -_ Crucible _Wilson hung back while the crew caught up with Raven and
Jasper, drinking beer and milling about.  Raven snatched Ariel over and put
a deep kiss on her, but after that, he mostly ignored her.  Wilson kept an
eye on her, waiting for his opportunity.  He licked his lips, adjusted his
growing erection.  Trevor had done a good job of turning her into house
pussy, and he wanted a ride before Raven undid the man's good work.
   The group moved into the shed, but Ariel stayed in the house.
   "How you feeling?" Wilson asked.
   "Ignored." She smiled at him, those liquor brown eyes invited him
closer.
   Wilson upended the last of his beer and went into Raven's room.  He was
going to fuck her right here on the man's bed.  She followed him, wringing
her hands and looking nervously over her shoulder.
   "Bend over." He lifted the back of her dress and caressed her ass. 
Pussy was wet already, but he warmed her up, thrusting two then three of
his fingers in her.  He put his cock inside her and slammed her hips back
onto his cock.  Little slut was moaning and whining.  He picked her up and
grabbed her throat.  His other hand went between her pussy lips, rubbing
her little slut button.  "Like getting fucked don't you?"
   She couldn't answer with his hand around her throat, but Wilson didn't
need to hear it.  He felt her pussy squeezing the life out of his cock.
   "Hurry up, baby.  Come for me.  Take this fucking dick." He eased his
hand up just enough to let her breathe, then choked her harder.
   ***
   "You should have seen, Raven.  He was about to shit a duck while that
cop ran his license." Jasper crushed his can and tossed it.
   Raven reached for another beer and looked around.  "Ariel?!" He looked
around, out back.
   "I'll go look for her," Derrick said.
   "Where the hell is Wilson?"
   Raven pushed Derrick out of his way and barreled into the house.  Wilson
cracked open a fresh beer in the living room.
   "Where is she?" said Raven.
   Wilson sneered and gave Raven the finger.
   ***
   Ariel heard their voices, but she didn't move.  Like a mouse, she found
a hole and she didn't want to leave.  This corner wasn't much of a hiding
place, just behind the door in the bedroom.  She rubbed the sensitive skin
of her neck, took each sweet breath of air.
   She didn't know what scared her more.  How sure she was that Wilson was
going to kill her, or how painfully strong her orgasms had been.
   The bedroom door slammed open.  Raven, stomping and breathing like a
drunk bull.  "Get the fuck over here.  What did you do?" Then the blows
rained down on her ass.  No matter what she experienced with Wilson, the
truth was that it never hurt.
   When Raven left, she didn't move.  More arguing, fighting.  She couldn't
hear much beyond the drum beat of pain, burning, and fear.
   "Get on that piece of shit you call a ride and don't come back."
   No, not Trevor, not Derrick.  To be honest, the only person Ariel wished
Raven was screaming at was Raven himself.  Even though she could never fuck
Wilson like that all the time, she'd have another round with him right now
over Raven.
   Groaning wood.  Shattering glass.  Scraping of furniture legs. 
Grunting. Heavy falls.  Shouts.
   "She's my woman!"
   None of those things were true.  Ariel kept her eyes closed and wished
for oblivion.  It must have come because it was dark out.  The sheets had
been pulled over her body.
   "What's his fucking problem anyway?" Trevor's voice, soft, in the room
with her.
   "His brother needed bail money," said Jasper.  "It's the stress."
   "Stress?  You were there when she got here, right?  He's got it in his
head that they are in some kind of relationship."
   "She came here on his ride."
   "Maybe so, but she's going to leave here on mine."
   "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you say that."
   "Get the fuck out," Raven's drunken slur.  "Both of you."
   "I don't know what he did to her.  Someone needs to watch--"
   Scuffling then the door slammed, setting fire to her head ache.
   ***
   Weight shifted the bed waking Ariel.
   "Get over here." Raven slurred.
   She moved toward him, hoping he only wanted to hold her.  He stroked her
sore backside, circled her ass.  His other hand massaged her breasts.  She
tried to get out of his grip, but that only made him hold her tighter.  His
erection pressed into her belly as he placed sloppy kisses on the bruises
along her neck.
   "Stop."
   Raven growled, snatched her beneath him, pinned her to the bed.  He
fingers pawed at her labia, pressed on her clitoris.
   "Please, stop.  It hurts." It hurt, but it also reminded her of Wilson,
pounding her, rattling her bones.  Nothing existed but him and the frantic
pace of her heart.
   "Shut up!" Raven twisted her nipple until she screamed.  "Think you're
going to lay around, eat my food and use my bed for free?  Open your legs!"
   "I'm sore!  I don't--"
   His hand cut off her breath and set off a firestorm of pain.
   "Fuck, Raven, what are you doing?  Leave her alone," said Jasper.
   "Strip if you want to join me.  Leave if you don't."
   Even if Jasper made Raven leave her alone, he'd be back.  It would
happen again.  This hell was unending, repetitive, cyclical.
   She only left the room to cook for Raven, then she went back, sleeping,
staring at walls, crying while Raven fucked or beat her - usually both.
   As the days went on, her body never really stopped being one massive
ache, as if she could never get any better.  Her bruises were not as dark,
at least the ones on her neck.  She was halfway through finishing Raven's
breakfast.
   "Bastard really worked her over," a guy she hadn't met, didn't care to
know.
   Which bastard?  It didn't matter.  She inhaled the smell of bacon, eggs,
and toast and her mouth filled with saliva.  When was the last time she had
anything to eat?  Not yesterday.  Raven was playing cards most of the day
and she couldn't leave the room.  Day before?
   The line of thought faded as she prepared his plate and set the table.
She sat down on the kitchen floor and leaned against the counter, awaiting
her next order.
   Jasper shook her shoulder.  "Sit up."
   Ariel pushed herself off the tile and wiped her face.
   "Drink this.  All of it."
   He held the tall glass of opaque brown liquid out to her.  Disgusting
powdery gunk with a fake chocolate flavor.  She kept swallowing until all
that remained was a grainy residue.
   "When was the last time you ate?"
   She shrugged.  The last time Raven told her to, and she couldn't
remember when that was.
   ***
   Days later she sat under the shade of a tree watching Raven, Jasper,
Derrick, and Trevor packing their bikes.  She was amazed how much could fit
in a couple saddlebags or a side car.
   Trevor broke from the group and walked over to her.  "Hey, Sugar." He
stooped down to touch her neck.  It was a mix of yellow and green these
days.  Little evidence remained.w All that was left were the marks Raven
inflicted.  "You should get some sun, darken up a bit.  That'll help cover
the bruises."
   She didn't flinch from his touch, didn't respond to his comment, didn't
look at him.  Trevor had left the some time after Raven showed up and
didn't return until last night.  This was the first he'd said to her since.
Raven said Trevor made her into a whore, that he did it to be spiteful, to
laugh behind her back.  "Go away."
   Trevor stood up and walked away.  No argument, no disagreement.
   Her eyes stung and her vision wavered.  What would life have been like
if she'd met him in the woods instead?  Better yet, what if she listened to
his sister and stayed near the camp site?  What if-
   Raven snapped his fingers.  "Get inside.  Put those scraps of yours in
this bag."
   She gathered her clothes out the bottom drawer and stuffed the lot of
them into a single paper bag.  Once finished, she rolled the bag down and
looked for something to help her to her feet.
   Raven stood over her, his cock hanging through the opening of his pants.
"I don't have all day, cunt."
   In her mind, she did all sorts of things, bit him, backed away, told him
no.  Trevor filled her head with all kinds of nonsense about only doing
what she wanted, but it was only that - complete nonsense.  She opened her
mouth and took him.
   Raven held her head tight and fucked her mouth until he gagged her. 
"This is what you like, isn't it?  This is how you want to be treated? 
Take my cock.  Drink my fucking come.  Remember where you belong.  You
don't forget what I'll do to you if you fuck up."
   She did her best to keep breathing until Raven came.  He snatched her up
by the arm and marched her into the back of a van.  It had a trailer
attached with Trevor and Derrick's bike loaded onto it.
   "We need to stop for gas," Jasper said, taking Raven's attention off
her.
   The van doors closed and she found a spot among the cooler, empty gas
containers, and other boxes.
   "Check the green duffel bag," said Derrick.
   She unzipped it and pulled out the quilted throw, three bottles of
water, and a bag of chips.  "Thank you."
   "I'll get more when we stop," said Trevor.
   She put the quilt around her and nearly started crying again.  This was
the way Trevor smelled, and all she could think about was falling asleep
between Derrick and Trevor's body, exhausted and happy.  She balled the
blanket in her hands and tried to muffle her upwelling of sorrow.
   When they stopped, Ariel watched them fill up, head into the store.  She
went to the other window and looked at the people walking down the street.
Her heart began to pound so hard that her chest rocked.  What?  Why was she
suddenly so nervous?
   The orange jacket.  Her father had one just like it.  The man had ... 
he turned to stop another person on the sidewalk.  He pulled out a flyer.
He was still searching for her?  After all this time?
   The side panel of the van slid back.  Her back and legs twitched, sweat
rolled down her body, but she didn't move.  Weeks ago she could vault the
back seat, hop out and be across the street in seconds.
   Trevor got into the van and followed her line of sight.
   "That's my dad," her voice broke and further words were impossible to
form.  If only she could get enough air to scream.  Scream for him,
maybe...
   "Drive." Trevor closed the van door and crawled into the back with her.
He cradled her into his arms while she cried herself dry.
   She might have fallen on her face trying to get out.  Raven would bash
her face in on the concrete.  Even if she did make it, would her father
recognize her?  Would he recoil in horror?  It was some sort of trick. 
That wasn't really her dad, just a man who looked like him.  No one could
save her.
   Ariel woke and pulled the blanket from her face.  She was still in
Trevor's arms.  A ragged tree line sped across the stars in the sky beyond
the windows.  Miles and hours away from the gas station.
   She sniffled.  "I want to go home."
   He pulled a bottle out the shopping bag and wet a handful of napkins,
then wiped her face cleaned.  "There's this quote; don't know who said it:
'you can go back, but you can never return home.' The past is gone, time
and events cannot be undone."
   She looked up and their lips were nearly touching.  Trevor leaned in and
pressed his lips to hers, nothing more.  He stroked her back and nuzzled
her, rubbing noses and cheeks.  She cradled the back of his neck, her
fingers played in the baby fine hair.  She would do that while they lay on
the couch, a movie playing, but neither of them watching.  "Then I want to
be with you."
   "Sure Raven hasn't filled you with enough lies yet?"
   Ariel smiled.  "He tried."
   "And for a while, you believed him, didn't you?"
   "While you were gone."
   "I'm sorry I had to leave, not sure I could stay in that place and not
kill him."
   Up front the radio switched to commercial, the van overtook an
18-wheeler.  She turned her face into his chest and tried to imagine
feeling better, feeling good.  "Is there anything I can do for you?"
   Trevor rubbed her nipple until it was erect then leaned over and sucked,
then moved to the other.  When he put his hand between her thighs and found
the passage wet.  Even though she was tender from Raven's bout with her the
night before, Trevor would make it good.
   Ariel rolled her hips and spread her legs because she wanted him,
because he adored her.
   "You like that?" He whispered as his slick fingers circled and caressed
her clitoris.
   "Yes."
   He put his fingers back inside her, hooked them and tapped her g-spot.
"How about that?  Do you like that?"
   "Yes."
   In the front seat, the radio turned off.
   "Let him hear it," Trevor whispered.
   "Make me come, please Trevor.  Make me come and then fuck me."
   Her body jerked beneath his, fingers working her passage while his thumb
stroked her clitoris.  Trevor pulled down his pants and freed his cock.
   She reached for him, pulled him down on top of her.
   "All yours, sugar." Trevor filled her, mindful of her sensitivity.  He
flexed his hips, starting with small movements.  "You feel so good," he
praised as his strokes lengthened.  No matter what Raven did to her, she
would always come back to his smell, his touch.  He could get from her
something she never gave to others.  "Does it hurt?"
   "No.  Feels good." She put her hands on his butt, pushed him into her.
   "That's it, put my cock inside you.  Fuck, missed your sweet pussy."
   She came with a shrill cry that couldn't be contained.  Trevor followed,
emptying into heaven.
   "Shit," Derrick said as the van swerved.  The tires hit the side of the
road, making a low rumbling noise before he righted himself.
   "Don't get us killed," said Trevor.
   "Get your ass back up here.  Raven just signaled me to stop."
   All four windows rolled down, Trevor climbed over into the rear seats.
   They barely had themselves together when Raven pulled open the back door
of the van.  "The fuck going on?"
   "She ain't driving.  I am," Derrick said.  "Got a little road weary is
all."
   "She giving you trouble?" Raven cracked the knuckles an each hand.
   "No," said Trevor.  "She saw her pa back there and got upset, but she
didn't cause any trouble."
   "Good." Raven climbed into the van and pulled on her leg.  She pulled
the blanket tighter around her body.  "Come here, bitch."
   Ariel kicked his arm, mostly out of reflex.  She didn't mean it, but by
then it was too late.  When he pulled this time, she slid under him. 
"Yeah, you know you fucked up."
   "Take me home!  Stop!"
   He slapped her.  "Shut the fuck up!  You're mine, damn it, my fucking
pussy.  You think your family is out there searching for a gutter slut like
you?  Think they want to hear how you suck on my cock and take my come up
your ass?  Nobody wants you, 'cept to fuck you.  You wound Wilson up good,
didn't you?" He pulled his pants down and thrust inside her.  "You liked
it, didn't you?  Bet you did, fucking whore.  That's all you are." The van
rocked as Raven grunted, thrust into her wet pussy.
   Two minutes.  That's all the time it took for him to set fire to any
hope that Trevor would help her.  He came, pulled out, zipped up, and got
out the van.  "Let's get moving!" He slammed the door shut, leaving her
curled into a fetal position on the van floor.
   "That was fucking uncalled for," Derrick growled as he started the van.
"Don't get up here.  Go."
   He must have been talking to Trevor, because he crawled in the back, put
her back together, wiped her face and fixed her clothes.  "Don't you listen
to him.  I want you.  I care about you.  I am your family."
   "Shit, me too!"
   He wrapped her in the blanket and lay down beside her.  "I'll take you
with me.  I know how to keep him from ever touching you again, but it's
going to take me some time."
   ***
   Raven rolled Ariel onto her back, rubbed her thighs and squeezed her
breast.  She turned her face away when he leaned down to kiss her, but he
grabbed her jaw, digging his fingers into her cheek.  "You stop that shit
right now," he growled.  "I know you fucked him.  I knew you were a whore
the moment you spread your legs, but you're my whore." He nibbled her
bottom lip, licked and bit her neck.  "He's never taken your ass, has he?"
   She shook her head as much as his hand would allow.
   "Because I told him to stay away from it, because he knows you belong to
me too.  Think you're so fucking clever, fucking him behind my back." She
lay passive until he spilled inside her.  He rolled off and pushed the
doors open.  "You'll learn eventually, cunt.  If you got to piss, you
better do it now."
   Ariel hopped out the van onto her bare feet.  They were pulled off on
the side of the road, most of them standing around in a circle talking.
   She headed for a clump of trees and relieved herself.  The road winded
down to the side of a hill.  She could make out a house, but only its roof.
Ariel took a few more steps and came down on a thorn.  She hobbled over to
the nearest rock and looked at her bare foot.
   Two thorns.  Each looked like a pain to remove without the aid of
tweezers.  She looked around, but from this side of the hill, she couldn't
see or hear the others.  Someone would come around and help her back.  All
she had to do is wait.
   Steps approached.  Ariel looked around and met a fist.  Dazed and dizzy,
she stumbled along, dragged by her arm.  She was no match for his strength.
She screamed, sobbed, and hobbled along until they reached the others.
   "You need to be taught a fucking lesson!" Raven unbuckled his belt and
pulled it from his jeans.
   "I didn't do anything wrong?"
   "Nothing wrong?" Raven swung the belt hard.  She screamed as it lit a
fire on her thighs.  Each one felt like acid.
   Jasper grabbed Raven's arm and spun him away from her.
   Derrick pulled her in the opposite direction.
   "I wouldn't hit a grown man like that, much less a girl," said Jasper.
"What's your problem?"
   "Not going to let that bitch run away."
   "I wasn't running anywhere!" She gasped for breath.  "I was waiting for
you."
   "Lying whore!"
   "I got thorns in my feet, so I sat and waited." The words fit themselves
between her cries of pain.  The slashes on her thigh throbbed in time with
her heart beat.
   Raven snatched away from Jasper and came toward her with the belt ready
to swing.  He snatched her foot up hard, sending her back onto the ground.
The air left her in a whoosh.  He picked her up and carried her back to the
van, tossed her on the seat like a sack of potatoes.
   No apology, not even an offer to help.
   "You over-reacted and you know it," said Jasper.
   "Thorn kept her from running, that's all."
   "Did you get it out?"
   "She doesn't need to walk.  Fuck that gash.  All of you taken in by this
lying whore of a cunt.  Fuck the lot of you.  She's mine and I'll do with
her what I want."
   Ariel looked around at the trio of angry expressions, but they were
angry with Raven, not her.  Lot of good that did her.
   "Someone should take a belt to you," said Trevor, "see how much you like
it."
   Raven launched forward and punched Trevor.  "Stay out of my business.  I
own her ass."
   "Let's get out of here before someone stops, and then we'll all be in
trouble." Derrick said.
   Trevor checked her feet and pulled the thorns free.  He held her while
she cried, but that was all he could do.
   For the rest of the ride the others avoided Raven and gave him the cold
shoulder.  Instead of convincing Raven to take it easy, he only turned
meaner.  Anytime his dick got hard he took her ass, called her names. 
Raven thought nothing of Ariel, only himself and what he wanted her to do
for him.
   The only light came in Raven's brief absence when Trevor, Derrick, or
even Jasper treated her with compassion.  These infrequent, small acts of
kindness confused and disturbed her, so she stopped seeking their help,
pulled away from their affection.
   Life with Raven was her hell.  No one could make it go away.  Raven
owned her.  End of story.  He had taken her as his captive.
   They were stopped at a rest station, late if the dark sky, Derrick's
snoring, and cool temperature was anything to go by.  Just outside the van
she could hear Jasper and Raven's voices.
   "You're treating that girl worse than a junk yard mutt.  You break her
spirit, then what?  You want a zombie following you around?"
   "You said I needed to be firm with her."
   "Firm is not the issue.  I'm not going to stick around if you keep
treating her like this."
   "Taking his side now?  Think I should take his offer?"
   "I'm saying that if you don't--"
   Trevor left the restroom and put an end to their hushed argument.
   ***
   The lake house was impressive, more for the sprawling lush view of the
woods.  All Ariel saw was a beautiful backdrop to her personal hell.  The
house had four rooms other than the living room, and an attached garage,
and was more spacious.
   "You finish cleaning the bathroom?"
   "Yes, Raven."
   "Dinner on?"
   "Yes, Raven."
   Raven narrowed his eyes, scowled at her.  She knew why.  Jasper
mentioned her acting like a zombie.  None of Trevor's advice had helped, so
she gave it a try.  No emotion, no thought, no desire, no fighting.  Do as
told, want for nothing.  When Raven fucked her she became a flesh and blood
sack of nothingness.  He ordered and she obeyed.
   How did that work for her?  He fucked her more, but beat her less.  Each
day the shell grew a little thicker, her armor that much harder to
penetrate.
   Raven reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.  She didn't
flinch, frown, or attempt to stop him.  With a grin, he pulled her in for a
kiss, traced her lips with his tongue.  "About time you learned.  Go on."
   She used the restroom, ate a boiled egg, drank a glass of water and sat
by the living room window.  From her spot she could watch the clouds roll
by or the squirrels playing in the trees.
   A sock covered foot tapped her leg.  Gentle, persistent.
   Ariel turned to Derrick, but he just kept tapping.
   "It's just me, babe.  You can tell me to stop."
   She turned back out the window.
   "Don't give up on him.  We've got this contract to serve out and then we
can cut our ties.  No one wants to see you like this, no one that matters."
   Ariel inhaled, readied to say something back to him, but there was
nothing.
   ***
   Raven put his arms around her.  The urge to fight or beg bubbled up like
a vague idea, but she swallowed it.  She didn't have bruises, aches, or
cuts on her body.  She was even getting back to her normal weight.  When
Raven took her there was a vague discomfort, but it never lasted long. 
Ariel was crazy to expect anything better.
   He reached up and squeezed her swollen breasts, twisted her sensitive
nipples.  "That hurt?"
   "Yes, Raven."
   "Doesn't sound like it." He pushed her down over the table and lifted
the end of her skirt.
   Ariel checked out.
   His cold slick finger probed her ass.  "Hey, Jasper."
   Jasper came in and looked at Raven.
   "Come get some of this."
   She grunted as his cock penetrated her ass.  One strong thrust after
another, Raven took what he wanted.
   "I'll have a go after."
   "Won't be long." He smacked each cheek of her ass, and true to his word,
came deep inside her.
   Jasper picked her up from the table and took her into the bedroom.  He
lay her on her stomach and pulled her hips back until she was on her knees.
No matter what Raven did or said, Ariel took some comfort that Jasper
couldn't be worse.  She braced herself, but all he did was ouch her.  His
hands caressed the back of her thighs, rounded her ass.
   She looked back over her shoulder.
   "I'm not interested, just giving you a break."
   She closed her eyes and shut off any reaction.  Maybe she was only
appealing when she was beaten and bruised.  Great, even the closest she
could safely come to enjoying herself didn't want her anymore.
   Despite her best effort, emotion leaked out through her shut eyes.
   "You're going to have to help me out, girl.  I don't read minds."
   "If you're not going to fuck me, then stop touching me."
   "Oh, is that all?" Jasper walked over to the bedside table and pulled
out a bottle of lube.
   Damn her and her stupid fucking mouth.  She tensed her muscles, but that
didn't keep her from trembling.  She went stock still as his lubed cock
didn't penetrate her ass, but her pussy.  He kept his strokes shallow, then
pressed deeper, working the lube into her vagina.
   He held her by the hips and took her with long, slick, measured, and
steady thrusts.  Ariel wanted to block out the hint of pleasure, and she
wanted to reach for it and hold it close.  He leaned forward and tugged on
her nipples, put a slick finger on her clitoris.
   Leaning back, he rubbed his finger in small circles around her anal
ring. Ariel whimpered and instantly hated her reaction.  That was supposed
to feel sore, how did he make her feel so good?
   Because she was a slut, just like Raven said.
   "Close your eyes and just enjoy it, girl.  I'm not going to hurt you."
   As if she had any choice whether he planned to hurt her or not, whether
she enjoyed it or not.  Her experience did not matter.
   His slick finger pressed inside her ass, the burn and ache caused her
pussy to clench around the steady thrust of his cock.
   An echo of the girl she used to be took over.  She rubbed her clitoris,
occasionally reached back to feel Jasper's cock working inside her.  Ariel
closed her eyes and struggled to hide her orgasm, but she knew he knew,
that he felt her trembling and clenching on his cock.
   "Good." He pulled out of her ass and rocked in and out of her pussy,
pumping away until he reached his own climax.
   Ariel stretched out on the bed and allowed herself a soft smile.  She
opened her eyes.  Raven stood in the room, arms folded over his chest,
nothing but hate in his eyes for her, but a little less when he looked to
Jasper.
   They left the room, but she didn't move.  How much had she fucked up
this time?
   "In here I think," said Derrick.
   Trevor entered the room.  "You hurt?"
   How to answer that?  Yes, all the time.  She shook her head.
   He pulled her dress down and sat her up.
   "I need to go," she said.
   "Give me a second."
   "Raven will beat me if he sees you."
   "He won't.  They're outside," said Derrick from his post at the door.
   Trevor took a deep breath.  "I'm leaving for a few days.  When I get
back, I'll take you with me."
   Ariel knew there was nothing but suspicion in her face.  Too late to
hide it.  Why would he fill her head with lies now?
   "Is that what you still want?  To be with me?"
   She never should have said that to begin with.
   "All right.  I don't expect you to believe me.  Just tell me it would be
less terrible than staying here - without us around."
   Her eyes widened and she turned to Derrick.  He gave her a single nod.
"Way less."
   "Good.  See you again soon, sugar."
   ***
   Soon was too far away.  Three days since Raven watched her come with
Jasper's cock in her pussy and finger up her ass.  Three days since Trevor
promised to return.  Three days later, and she had believed him.
   "For a while there, I didn't think you would show."
   Heart pounding in her chest, Ariel raced out the kitchen toward the
front door.  Two men she had never seen before entered the house.  One of
them seemed to fit in: scruffy, grimy, road weary, dressed in denim and
leathers.  The other man was taller than Raven by an inch or two, but
normal weight.  He looked alien in his baby blue button down shirt, dark
blue slacks, and shiny black leather shoes.
   Ariel backtracked to the kitchen, her excitement and hope twisting into
fear and confusion.  Who were they?  When had Raven mentioned guests?
   "After hearing about your cinnamon girl?  I made time." Smooth voice,
relaxed.
   She focused on finishing breakfast: pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs.
   "Come here, girl." The tall business man slapped his thigh.
   Ariel looked at Raven.  Tell him that no one touches your woman.  Tell
him to leave me alone.
   "Go," Raven snapped.
   Resigned, she walked over and sat on the man's lap.  He smelled like
cologne, an unusual scent for her current life.  Road, sweat, smoke, and
oil were the typical scents that enveloped her.
   "What's your name?"
   "Ariel."
   He looked over his plate and picked up a strip of bacon, bit into it,
then offered her a bite.
   Ariel cut her eyes to Raven, but he said nothing.  She nibbled on the
crispy strip of bacon.
   "My name is Marcus, Ariel.  I'd like very much to help you out."
   Help her?  She didn't dare ask what he meant.  If he said it in front of
Raven, that couldn't be a good thing.  Was he a lawyer?  Was Raven helping
her get back home?
   Marcus alternated feeding himself and her, but the food didn't sit well
on Ariel's stomach.
   As breakfast went on, his hand edged higher and higher on her thigh. 
His finger tips were a hair's breadth from her naked pussy.  Was he going
to touch her?  Would Raven allow that?
   "Drink some water." Marcus indicated the glass with his fork.
   She had to lean forward to reach it.  The action brought her pussy in
contact with his fingers.  He curled them up and parted her outer lips. 
Ariel sipped the water, mesmerized by his bold contact.
   Her hand shook as she set the glass down, but she didn't sit back.  If
she rolled her hips forward, he'd touch his clitoris.
   "I'll pay to play," said Marcus.
   She came to her senses and sat back, but he adjusted his hand, stroked
her outer labia, up one side, down the other.
   "No.  Even if the girl's a slut, she's mine until the deal is done."
   "I'm not making a deal until I know what I'm getting."
   The tiny fire that his gentle touch had built smothered and died.
   "I'm not whoring her out.  What ever you need to see, you'll do in front
of me."
   "Very well."
   Ariel wanted to kick and scream and take every cup and plate and utensil
and lob them like ammunition.  In her mind, she did, but outwardly, she
didn't move, didn't feel.  She timed her breathing so that it kept its
same, slow, pace.  If she threw a tantrum, the only person who would end up
hurt was her.
   Raven would be there with her.  It was a strange comfort.  What if
Marcus liked her, wanted to help her?
   Trevor was supposed to be back soon.  Today?  Tomorrow?  Unless he had
been lying to her.  Raven told her all about Trevor and his drug fueled
parties, how he could get any woman he wanted to let him run a train on
her.
   No one was out to help her.
   Raven, Jasper, and the guy that arrived with Marcus sat in chairs
drinking from beer cans.  Marcus stood near the head of the bed.
   "Take that off," said Marcus.
   No one would hurt her if she obeyed.  She stepped out of the weak excuse
for clothing, a thin white shirt, nothing more.
   Marcus stepped forward and caressed her shoulder, hefted her breasts. 
He stepped behind her, touching her spine and down to her ass.  "Where did
these scars come from?"
   "She had to learn the hard way, but she learned."
   Marcus chuckled and put a finger to her lips.  She opened her mouth,
stared at the ceiling while he inspected her like an animal.  "Stick to
what you know, Raven."
   "Yeah, yeah, so I keep hearing."
   "Sit."
   Ariel snapped out of her daze and sat on the bed.  She squeezed her eyes
shut as he raised and parted her legs.
   "I don't like damaged goods, but I owe you.  Sit up and suck me off."
   The other guy and Jasper left the room, but Raven stuck around.  She
didn't look at his face, just his feet.
   Blow jobs were easy enough, and he looked to be an easy size.
   Voices rose from outside the house.  Too far away and too jumbled to
pick up what they were saying.
   "That's good.  Lean your head back." She opened her throat up and let
him take her.  Raven had done the same so many times that she barely gagged
anymore.
   Whatever was happening got Raven's attention.  He left the bedroom,
leaving her alone with him.
   "Raven may be stupid, but I'm not.  Pretty thing like you?  I could make
a few hundred a night off those sugar brown eyes.  All you need is the
right incentive.  I take care of what's mine." He made a low moan in his
throat.  Ariel hurried to get him off.  She swirled her tongue back and
forth under the fat head of his cock, bobbed her head on his shaft.
   "Get the door, Tim."
   The door shut.  Tim, the man with Marcus, took one of the chairs and
propped it under the door.
   "Might be trouble out there."
   "Long as it don't come in here," Marcus pulled her off his cock and put
her on her back.  He stepped out of his shoes and pushed his pants down.
   Ariel scrambled back onto her hands and knees.
   "None of that.  Get back where I put you."
   The door knob rattled.  Fist beat on the door.
   "Do I have to tell you twice?"
   Which would be worse?  Ariel chewed her bottom lip as she lay on her
back, legs spread.  Beyond the barred door, Raven cursed a storm.
   "Now that's a good girl." Marcus pulled her to the edge of the bed and
started to fuck her.
   This, at least, was not worse.  He smelled good, felt good.  Maybe if it
weren't for the commotion outside the door, she might have even enjoyed it.
Ariel knew what would happen next.  Raven would break the door down and
beat Ariel for being a whore.
   She tucked her face into his neck and met his thrusts with her own.  If
she was going to take a beating for it, then she'd deserve it.
   "Shit." Marcus panted while kissing the side of her neck.  "That door
going to hold?"
   "Think so."
   Marcus slammed into her, several hard, erratic thrusts, before stepping
back.  "Don't hurt her."
   Tim was naked from the waist down, thin cock waving in the air.  He put
her legs over his shoulders and snapped his hips in a quick, clapping
rhythm.  "How's that?  Huh?"
   "Good," Ariel breathed.  Damn her, it wasn't a lie.  She wanted to touch
herself, to get off with him, but there was no way to wedge her hand
between their bodies.  She grabbed her breasts, played with her nipples.
   By the time the door opened, both men had their turn, fueled by the
adrenaline of taking what Raven denied them.
   Shouting, yelling, scuffles.  Life with Raven.
   Ariel crawled under the sheets, tucked between the headboard and the
pillows.  Things would calm down and Raven would take his frustration out
on her.  Part of Ariel wished Marcus had been cruel, that he beat her and
left her unable to walk.  Then she could lay in bed and do nothing for a
few days.
   Someone wrapped the sheets around her and carried her out the bedroom.
She knew that smell, or imagined she did.  Ariel kept her eyes closed,
refusing to shatter the illusion.
   "What in the fuck do you think you're doing?" Raven bellowed.
   "What I said I would do." Trevor's voice vibrated in her ear.
   "She belongs to me and what happens to her is none of your business."
   "You're a spiteful little shit, Ray, but you aren't going to win today."
   "How much you want for her, Marcus?"
   "You seem to have a prior arrangement for the girl."
   "Said I'd think about it, is all."
   "Sell her to anyone but Trevor, here and now," said Jasper, "and you'll
be running alone."
   Raven didn't answer, just went on one of his bullish tantrums, stomping
and kicking, punching the walls.
   Ariel shifted in the blanket, she needed to touch him, to be sure.  Her
hand broke free of the blanket and wrapped around his neck.  Soft, fine
hair, and then lower, near the spine, the scar from his first accident, a
smooth scar, lighter than the rest of him.  Only then did she have the
confidence to open her eyes.
   Trevor winked down at her, then looked to Jasper.  "Money's on the
table. I'll reach out when I have the other half."
   "Get out of here.  I'll see he gets it."
   "Thank you."
   The outside air was humid and cool.  Storm clouds rolled by overhead.
   "Are you all right in there?" Trevor asked.
   "Better now."
   He climbed into the backseat of his van.
   "About time," said Derrick.  "Where's her stuff?  Why you got her
trussed up like a baby?"
   "Just drive.  I need some distance between him and this place."
   Distance, between her and Raven.  For real?  Tears welled up along with
her buried emotions.  Ariel had denied herself hope, that she would live to
see the end of Raven's hold on her.  Trevor, as he usually did, held her
closer, let her cry without interruption.  He would leaned down and kiss
the crown of her head.  To soothe her?  All it did was bring the tears of
relief on faster.
   He woke her at a truck stop.  A large neon sign cast a soft gold light
into the back seat: Lucky's Oasis: Refuel & Relax.
   "Put your arms around my neck." Trevor lifted her out the car and
carried her to the restroom.  He sat her down on the sink counter and wet
the edge of the blanket and cleaned her face.  At this point, he was an
expert at it.
   She turned and held her body, vacant eyes staring at the wall.  She
wanted to talk to him, to say thank you, to feel better.  Right now, it was
easier to feel nothing, to set hope aside.
   "Give me a fair chance to make you happy.  I know I don't deserve it,
but please?"
   Another false choice.  What did he think she would say?  Ariel wasn't so
far gone that she would upset the man who had shown her kindness, who in
his own way, kept his word.  She nodded.
   "Did he hurt you?"
   She shook her head.  Tears might have started again if she had them to
spare.
   "All done." Trevor took off his shirt and gave it to her.  He rolled the
blanket into a tight ball and stuffed it down the trash bin.
   She slept most of the drive back.  She woke leaning on Derrick's chest.
Trevor turned onto a dirt road.  The van bumped along until they pulled up
to a small house.
   She didn't have anything to carry in, but there wasn't much when she
arrived.  A few bags, some opened boxes.  They sat around a small high
table eating potato chips and burgers.  Ariel couldn't help but cast a wary
glance to the door, expecting Raven to barge in demanding 'his woman.'
   "Do you have any questions for me?"
   When could she go home?  The question occurred to her immediately.  Once
upon a time, not but a few months ago she was a teenager just off her first
year of high school with friends, crushes, a family, restrictions, and an
allowance she preferred to blow on magazines and music.  She could never go
back there.  "What do you want me to do?"
   "Here's what I don't want.  That whole breakfast thing Raven had you
doing?  There's no need for anything beyond coffee and toast with jam - if
you want more, then make more for yourself.  Lunch?  That's when I'll want
a heavy meal - whatever is left we can scarf for dinner.  Are you good with
that?"
   She nodded.  "What about," she cracked a potato chip in half, then
fourths, "sex?"
   Each of their faces lit up at the question.
   Trevor said, "I suspect most times you'll want it.  Which is good and
fine.  Just ask.  Neither one of us will ever hurt you."
   "And, do you still want me to clean?"
   Derrick nodded enthusiastically.
   "We'd like it, but don't let Derrick become a sleaze.  We each have our
responsibilities.  I expect you to share in that.  You take care of us and
we'll take care of you."
   She listened to them, but it was hard to believe much had changed.  It a
way, she was more nervous and insecure with them than she had been with
Raven - almost.  Raven had lucked into her, kept her, and then sold her. 
Trevor, or Trevor with Derrick's help, had bought her.
   Ariel kept reminding herself of this truth, because it became too easy
to forget.  They were kind to her, included her in conversations, asked her
opinion.  That first night, she had slept between them, but neither man
felt her up or many any move toward her.
   It was almost like a vacation.  Someone would come pick her up and take
her back to the hellish reality she left behind.
   She stepped out the shower and Trevor entered, pissed while she toweled
dry.
   Three days and she couldn't believe any of the things Raven said about
Trevor.  They'd purchased her, brought her to a mystery city in an unknown
state, and there was nothing she could do about it.  And yet, they had
slipped into some kind of weird, platonic friendship.
   Ariel hung the towel on the rack and stepped to the sink.  From the
mirror's reflection, Trevor's eyes were glued to her backside.  "Would you
put some lotion on my back?"
   "Mmm hmm." He zipped up, flushed, and washed his hands.
   She turned to the wall, spread her legs and braced her arms on the wall.
Trevor pumped the lotion into his hand, rubbed it in her back, firm circles
that flirted into massage territory.  He put more on her ass, then her
thighs.  Ariel closed her eyes with a smile.
   Trevor pressed his body to her, his erection pressed into the crack of
her ass.  "Is there anything else I can do for you, sugar?"
   Ariel giggled and arched her ass up.  "Plenty."
   "Fuck, I like the sound of that." He worked himself into her, one hand
on her hip, the other over her hand on the wall.
   ***
   Ariel sat between Trevor's legs while he played with her breasts. 
"Should I start lunch?"
   "No, lunch is coming to us today."
   Half an hour later, the hum of motorcycles came up the drive.  Would it
be people she knew, met before?
   Derrick opened the door and two strangers entered with with plastic bags
stacked high with white boxes.  Worse, they weren't bad looking men.
   Ariel turned to Trevor.
   "No reason to fret.  Enjoy yourself and be as friendly as you want."
   They sat around the small table, digging into the burritos, nachos,
tostadas, and tacos.  Ross and Ian were jovial, full of stories that had
them doing more laughing than chewing.
   Halfway through the meal, Ross took out a bottle of something that
looked like chocolate milk and popped the seal on it.  He set up five shot
glasses and began to divvy up the drink.
   "What is it?"
   "It'll make you feel relaxed," Trevor explained as he lifted his shot in
the air.  "To Ariel."
   "To Ariel," they echoed.
   It didn't taste anything like chocolate milk.  It wasn't bad, just, not
anything she'd ever tasted before.
   They went back to eating, the contents of the bottle were stored in the
fridge.  She didn't seem any different.  The food was demolished and they
were in the living room, sitting around laughing and talking.
   Like a switch being flipped, her body turned hot, tingly.  It was like
being drunk, but without the wooziness.
   She crawled off to the floor to lay down.  Closed her eyes while the
world spun around her.
   Someone was tugging at her shorts, so she lifted her hips.  Given the
stubble and technique, this had to be Trevor.  She'd already felt as if she
were having an orgasm without any stimulation, Trevor's tongue set her even
higher.
   "Think she'll spook of I suck her titties?" Derrick whispered.
   Trevor stopped long enough to murmur.  "Don't risk it, please."
   Ariel felt for Derrick's hand and pulled it to her breasts.  Did this
make her a whore?  Probably, but she wasn't going to get in trouble for it
anymore.
   Derrick played with her breasts before leaning down to suck on her
nipples, alternating between hard and soft.
   Laughter beside her.  Ian and Ross couldn't have been more than a few
feet away, but she didn't hear what they were saying.
   Ariel put one hand on Derrick's head and the other on Trevor's.  Her
soft moans grew in volume as their hands and mouths worked her into a
frenzy.  Trevor put two fingers in her pussy while sucking on her clitoris.
   When the orgasm began and didn't really quit, just continued, dragged
out into a long, thread.  With an animalistic groan her body thrashed,
shook, writhed under them.
   She blinked her eyes open.  Derrick and Trevor sat on either side of her
stroking their erections.
   "You up for us, sugar?"
   "Yes, please." She didn't know what she was up for specifically, just
that she wanted them, didn't want them to leave.
   Trevor went first, penetrating her, rolling his hips at a teasing pace.
Just as she got into it, Trevor pulled out.  "Get on your hands and knees."
   She turned over, and the world seemed to spin with her.  Whatever she
drank hit her hard, leaving her dizzy even after the nap.  Sobriety hit her
when cold, slick fingers entered her ass.
   "Hush now, give him a chance."
   "What?  Why?  I--"
   "Is he hurting you?"
   She shook her head.
   "You tell me if it does," Trevor rubbed her back.  "I'll kick him for
you."
   She giggled, but the nerves made it hard to forget.  His finger pumped
in and out, and only that.  That didn't hurt at all.
   Trevor raked his nails down her back, causing her to moan and thrust
back onto Derrick's finger.  Everything felt so good.  She didn't care what
they did as long as they didn't stop.
   "More," she moaned.  When Derrick gave her just that, she hissed, but it
didn't hurt, not the way she expected it to.  Fingers stroked her pussy. 
She fisted her hands, and whimpered and grunted.  A strange pleasure
electrified her body, right on the edge of another full body orgasm. 
Derrick climaxed first, bucking into her ass.
   "Fucking sweet ass," Derrick leaned over and kissed her neck.  "Did I
hurt you?"
   "No."
   Trevor grabbed her and went back to fucking her pussy, hard, fast.  The
sound of their bodies slapping was a back beat to her screams.  Ariel had
never felt so overwhelmed, so singular.  All thought, all emotion went
away. There was only the darkness, the peace, and then her screams as she
fell back to earth, coming hard, ejaculating, short circuiting.  For those
few seconds, she was sure even her heart stopped beating.
   "Told you," Trevor said as he collapsed on the bed beside her.
   Ariel was too disoriented to open her eyes.  Was he talking to her? 
About it not hurting?
   "You were right," said Derrick.  "Worth it."
   "Can I go again?" Ariel mumbled.  All she could think about was getting
back to that sensation of being taken, of coming.  She never wanted it to
stop.
   "Mind if we get some help?" Trevor whispered.
   "I don't care." She groaned as a body lay over hers, big, chest hairs
tickled her back.  Ross, by her guess, and after him, Ian.  She didn't keep
track of who was inside her or where, only that they didn't stop, that the
euphoria never seem to end.
   ***
   Summer turned to Autumn.  Her mechanical education expanded to include
bike care.  Ariel had been in the garage working on changing out a cracked
fairing.
   Trevor took off his shirt and dabbed his face.  His muscles were one of
his best features, lean, rippling.  She felt his every move when his body
rocked against hers.
   "See something you like?"
   Ariel blushed and went back to work.
   He rolled a chair over to her and plopped down.  "Mind taking a break?"
   Ariel set her work aside and pulled off her gloves.  She stood between
his open legs and pulled off her shirt, stepped out of her panties.  His
hands were covered in oil stains, so she took it upon herself to opened his
trousers and take out his cock.
   "You're a good girl, you know that?"
   She kissed him, messy, a bit clumsy as she straddled him.  "Some people
say differently."
   He grinned.  "Some people can go fuck themselves." His eyes closed as
she fully seated herself on him.  "Fuck me," he murmured around their kiss.
   Using the feet of the chair as a brace, she worked her body up and down,
bouncing on him.  Ariel reached between them to rub her clitoris.  Moaning,
wanton, she rushed toward the orgasm she knew he'd let her reach.  The
easiest thing to do was let go and enjoy herself.  When she opened her
eyes, Trevor was looking at the space between him, the spot where they were
joined, her arousal creating a frothy cream on his shaft.
   "You like watching me fuck you?"
   "Hell yes.  Ride me, sugar.  Make yourself come."
   She whimpered in staccato beats, slamming down onto him.
   "The hell is going on in here?  When you get a new cunt?" His voice made
her skin crawl.  His shadow on the wall was large, wide.
   Panting, startled, Ariel formed a new idea.  She'd show him.  She buried
her face into Trevor's neck and went back to fucking him.  He put his hand
on her hip and stilled her.
   "See you got the slut to heel."
   "Watch your mouth, Ray."
   "Not here to fight.  Just here to get what's mine."
   Ariel stopped breathing.  He couldn't mean her!
   "Under the tarp."
   The only bike under there was Trevor's.  They had spent all last month
putting all the upgrades into it.  Derrick said it was almost show worthy.
   Ariel turned to see Raven touching Trevor's bike like he owned it. 
"What is he doing?"
   Trevor helped her to her feet and fixed his pants.  "Get dressed and
stay with me."
   Easiest command ever.  She never strayed more than a foot or two away,
like a needy puppy.
   Raven walked into the small house, looked around, sniffed the air.  "So
busy fucking, you don't have time to cook?"
   Ignoring Raven gave her a thrill.
   "Ariel?"
   I don't belong to you!  She wanted to screech the words, but not saying
anything was the best proof of that.
   "She doesn't belong to you anymore.  Remember?"
   "Yeah, right.  Whatever.  Make her suck me off, for old times."
   "I also don't make her do anything she doesn't want to." Trevor handed
over the flimsy slip of paper.  "Here it is."
   Raven frowned at the title, then at Ariel.  "Seriously?  You leave the
greatest gig you've had in your life, give up your fucking ride, for what,
for this whore?"
   "You thought you'd stroll in here and take her back, didn't you?" Trevor
shook his head and laughed.  "Not sure why you're so upset.  She's a slut
and a whore and she'll come on any cock but yours.  She even likes it up
her ass, don't you, Ariel?"
   Her face burned hotter than the sun, but she nodded.  She wiped her
sweaty palms on her shirt.
   "Yeah, right," Raven sneered.
   "I came while Derrick fucked my ass last night.  I had Trevor's cock in
my mouth.  I came so hard that I nearly choked myself." Ariel talked a big
game, but she edged behind Trevor, using him as a shield, just in case.
   "Sure did!" Derrick yelled out over the cacophony of his racing game.
   "Lying cunt.  All of you." Raven stuffed the deed in his pocket and
left.
   Ariel sank to the floor, light headed.  All the stress of seeing Raven,
talking to him the way she had.  She thought the world would crash down
around her.
   Trevor eased to the floor beside her.  He didn't say anything, just sat
with her.  When she leaned on him, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
   ***
   Trevor crawled onto and pressed inside her.  Ariel's soft moans of
pleasure echoed his.  He stroked her, pinched, pulled, grabbed - all in his
quest to get deeper inside her.  She hooked her ankles around him and
opened to his body.
   "That's it, that's my girl," he praised as she reached climax, clenching
and writhing under him.  He tensed and followed with his own.
   They cuddled in silence for several long minutes.  Just when she thought
Trevor had fallen asleep, he kissed her forehead and squeezed her ass.  "I
love you," he murmured into her hair.
   Ariel came wide awake and eased back from him.  "What did you say?"
   Trevor looked as surprised by her question as she did by what she heard.
   When he didn't say anything, Ariel continued, "Is this how you treat
people you love?"
   "Because I haven't taken you home?"
   "Yes."
   "When you left with Raven, you were a child, in school, worried about
being on restriction or the latest gossip.  You can go back, but you can
never go home.  Do you want me to take you back?  If that's what you want,
I'll do it."
   Ariel frowned and turned on her back.  "You'll go to jail if that
happens."
   "Do you want to go back?"
   She didn't.  She wanted to go home, to go back in time.  If anyone
should get in trouble it should be Raven, but Ariel couldn't control that.
She couldn't turn back time.  She shook her head.
   "We can start with a phone call if you want."
   "Really?"
   "Yes."
   She eased back into his arms with a broad grin.  "Also..."
   "Hmm?"
   "Why ...  I mean what Raven said.  Why don't you care if I fuck anyone
else?"
   "You're not going to get pregnant.  We already took care of that.  And,
I'm arrogant."
   "How so?"
   "Fuck anyone you want, sugar.  You know you like it from me best."
   Ariel chuckled and kissed his chest.  "Guess it's not arrogant if it's
the truth.  If I can't go home, I'd rather be with you."
   <->
   Epilogue: Porn tends to be a caricature of real life, the opposite of a
cartoon.  Complexity distilled into simplicity.  I like complexity,
intricacy.  I write about the lives horror stories try to frighten you away
from discovering.  Is she a runaway, a captive, a slave, a depraved slut?
No/yes, none/all of the above.  She's a young woman, a budding sex goddess
nearly ruined by a man not fit for her.
Written: April 2014
"My sexual interests are like my eating habits.  I'll try anything once,
twice, if you prepare it differently." -Bianca Lee
Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
   
  
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