Page 12 of Bought and Shared

When Chris doesn’t immediately cough up an apology, the boy who said he liked redheads pipes up on his behalf, “We’re sorry, ladies. We were just joking. We didn’t mean any offense to either of you.”

The line in front of us is completely gone now and everyone is watching this showdown unfold. Not blinking, the Voltan warrior adds pressure to Chris’s arms and the boy yelps. “I’m sorry, alright? Jesus! Let go of my arms before you break them!”

In malicious compliance, the blond soldier lets Chris go and he drops like a lead weight to the floor. Scrambling away on his rear end in retreat, the younger man gets to his feet and stumbles backward a few steps.

When one of his friends shouts, “Let’s go!” they all hightail it out of the restaurant as fast as their legs can carry them.

“Who’s next in line?” the woman at the counter unsteadily calls out into the quiet of the room.

Cadence and I thank the soldiers for their help and the trio nod graciously before returning to Amy’s side.

Turning our attention to the cashier, we place our orders.

Once our food arrives, prepaid by the Voltan, we amble over to a free table at the back of the restaurant where some of the other girls are already seated.

Too upset to eat, I only take a few bites of my meal. Rising, I tell Cadence that I’m not feeling well, toss the remainder of my meal into the garbage, and walk back to the bus to get some rest. I see the look of concern on her face, but she only nods and tells me she’ll be along shortly.

Using my bag as a pillow, I prop it under my head and shut my burning eyes. Though I’m grateful for the intervention of the Voltan warriors, I also recognize that it wouldn’t have been necessary if their government hadn’t demanded the draft in the first place.

Homesick, I curl into a ball and allow a tear to slip free down my cheek as I wonder what the future has in store for me.

I drift off for a bit but awake when I hear a feminine giggle. “Now? What if someone sees us?”

“Then they get to enjoy the show,” a masculine voice returns. “Would you like that, draftee?”

“Maybe I would. What then?” I recognize it’s Amy’s voice now, alongside her three Voltan Masters. “Will you punish me for being a naughty girl?”

“Why would I do that?” Her blond master says. “It will only confirm what I already know is true.”

Amy bites her lower lip and looks up at the towering man. “Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

The warrior reaches out and begins to tease her nipple through the thin fabric of her tank top. “That we contracted with exactly the right women for our pod,” the man boldly returns.

Swallowing hard, I try to figure out how the hell to make my presence known to the group. As shy and introverted as I am, I have no idea how to go about the task without dying from embarrassment directly afterward.

Curled in my seat the way I am, the foursome on the bus doesn’t see me.

Amy’s three soldiers are surrounding her.

One, a big guy with dark brown hair, is kissing her mouth.

Another with vivid tattoos spiraling up the side of his neck is kneeling, caressing her thighs while the final one, the blond who defended Cadance and me earlier, is kneading her breasts from behind.

The man kneeling reaches between Amy’s legs and slides his finger through her folds. I hear the sound of arousal as he begins to pump his hand up and down.

“Mmmm,” the man hums, “she’s so wet, Captain. Wet enough to take a fat Voltan cock inside her hot cunt hard and fast.”

The blond, apparently the Captain, replies, “Wet enough for one, but how about three, Tarlov?”

“I can make damn sure she’s ready for that, too,” the tattooed giant promises, disappearing under the fabric of her short skirt.

I begin to sweat. It’s too late to speak up. They’ll think I’m a pervert if they see me now. My mind begins to whir frantically as I consider what my options are. Maybe, if I’m quiet and stay low, they won’t ever know I’m here.

Trying not to make a sound, I shimmy farther down, but I don’t shut my eyes against the titillating scene. Instead, I continue to watch it through the crack of my seat. My skin is hot and tight with anticipation.

Amy spreads her legs wider and begins to moan, tossing her head backward. “That feels so fucking good.”

The Captain, chuckles at her delight. “As soon as Tarlov makes you cum, draftee, you are going to present me with your pussy and him your mouth. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she hisses, her pleasure causing her to screw her eyes closed and rock against Tarlov’s face in utter abandon.

“Good girl,” he tells her, running his enormous palms up her backside, then giving it a hard slap.

Amy grunts from the contact. “That hurts!” she protests, turning her head away from the third man’s lips.

“That was the point,” he tells her, rocking his hips into her from behind, before delivering yet another spank. “And it is only the beginning of what we plan on doing to you, slave.”

Despite the impressive work Tarlov is doing under the hem of her skirt, Amy is less than pleased. “Slave!” She fiercely ejects, caught somewhere between bliss and outrage.

“That’s right. You’re our little fuck toy until the year is up, draftee. You belong to us. You eat when we say eat, sleep when we say sleep, and fuck when we say fuck. Do you understand?”

Amy snorts her disdain. “I’m nobody’s slave! Contract or not.”

The Captain seizes her hair in his hand and gives it a rough tug. “I think our slave girl needs a demonstration on following her masters’ rules, gentlemen.”

Tarlov stops what he’s doing and emerges from underneath her dress. Standing, he smiles and runs an arm across his shiny face. “You should have listened to the Captain, slave. Now he’s not going to let you cum before we fuck you.”

Amy is flushed and indignant when she cries, “That’s not fair!”

The Captain chuckles and turns her around to face him. “It’s time we taught our little cock-slut a lesson about that dirty little mouth of hers.”

Flipping Amy around, he bends her over one of the seats and hauls her skirt over her backside. Snapping her panties off in a single tug, he begins to spank the girl with a force I can feel all the way in the back of the bus.

“Stop that!” Amy growls, fighting like a wild animal to free herself from his iron grip. “Please stop!”

But the Captain doesn’t let up. Instead, he picks up the pace, striking her even faster and harder than before. “Tell me that you’re our little slave girl, and I will.”

Amy grits her teeth and takes several more hard spanks before capitulating. “Fine! I’m your little slave girl,” she spits out, absorbing the last blow with a squinched expression.

The Captain gives her one final whack before rubbing her tender flesh. “That’s right. You’re our little cock-slut, slave girl. Whatever we tell you goes. Do you understand?”

Sulking, Amy finally agrees with a nod of her head.

“Say it,” the Captain demands, slapping her right between her legs. The strike makes a sharp noise, letting everyone know just how wet she is.

Amy quickly feeds him the expected line. “I’m your little cock-slut, slave girl. Whatever you say goes, Master.”

Tarlov steps closer and rubs between the folds of her exposed sex. “Fuck, her pussy’s so creamy right now I could slide right in without much force at all. I might even be able to work my knot in!”

Maneuvering Amy into the aisle so that all three of them have access to her lithe body, the Captain smiles.

With one hand on her hip and the other pressing down between her shoulder blades, he bends Amy over before him.

“I knew our slave girl would like a good spanking. Wait until I use my belt on this tight little ass. Then we’ll get that cunt of yours running like a fucking faucet! ”

Shaking her rear at him in an open invitation for more, Amy says, “Yes, please, Master. I welcome whatever you want to give me.”

The Captain drags down his zipper and yanks out his massive cock. “Is that so, slave? Well, then, brace yourself. I’ve got something to give you right now that you’re going to love.” He lines himself up with her slit and rams forward with immense force.

Amy sucks in a deep, keening breath as the officer fills her full of his huge cock. She grunts when he pulls back out, and moans when he repeats the brutal action all over again.

Gripping the fabric of the seat, Amy reaches between her legs and begins to massage her clit. “Did we give you permission to do that?” The dark-haired warrior angrily questions her.

“No, Master, you didn’t,” Amy returns in staccato grunts, the Captain’s eager thrusts incessantly pummeling her forward with every syllable.

“In fact, you were told that you couldn’t cum at all,” the Captain reminds her then. “Dunkan, teach our slave girl a lesson she sorely needs. Fill that naughty mouth of hers with Voltan cock until she gags.”

“Yes, Captain.” Undoing his own trousers, Dunkan unleashes his erection, which is every bit as terrifying as his Captain’s. “Open wide, slave!”

Amy’s lips dutifully part, as Dunkan rubs the tip against her bottom lip, smearing his precum like lip gloss, before driving deep. He growls with ecstasy as he slides to the back of her throat. “Fuck me! She takes my cock like a pro! Every time you slam her my way, I can feel her fucking tonsils.”

Seeming to agree, Amy continues to ride the man behind her like a bronco, moaning and choking on Dunkan’s flesh as she’s ceaselessly slammed from behind.

“That looks so damn good,” Tarlov notes, stroking himself through the tented fabric of his uniform. “It’s been years since I’ve been inside a woman. I wonder if she can handle two cocks at a time.”

The blond Captain’s hips are still ramming Amy from behind when he stills, grips her hair, and tugs it hard to get her attention. “Time to find out. Slave, you need to pleasure both of your masters with your mouth. Be a good girl and give Tarlov and Dunkan both the attention they deserves.”