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 Held Captive
   Part 3 of 3: Crucible
   by Nysidra
   This is a graphic story containing several erotic concepts, explicit
sexual descriptions, violence, and drug use.
   Dark Erotica (Mf, MfM, group, viol, drugs)
   Summary: Ariel is a precocious young woman, add to this: naive and
trusting.  She descends into a prison of sorrow and pain, but I assure you,
she eventually finds her her way out.
   <->
   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.  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 touch 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 thing
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: I toyed around with a few ideas while finishing this one:
revenge, justice, a balancing of the forces.  Best to stick with the
'lesser of evils' outcome.
   You can only march forward, never back.  Enjoy what you have around you,
not what you lack.
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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