Page 13 of Bought and Shared
I’m so breathless with anticipation, I can hardly move.
I’ve only ever seen people kiss, and those exchanges had been considered chaste.
This, what was taking place in front of me now, is far more debaucherous than anything out of my wildest fantasies.
I didn’t even know a woman could please a man like this.
Three at a time makes my knees weak and my core throb with excitement.
Amy begins working Tarlov’s cock then. The man’s stomach muscles tense and flex from the pleasure of her skill. “You were right, Captain. Our slave is well-versed in how to please a man. She works my cock just how I like it.”
Looking pleased with their praise, Amy switches back and forth between pleasuring Dunkan and Tarlov. Just when I think I can’t take the tension any longer, the Captain tosses his head back and lets out a guttural roar. His hips jerk fast and then still as he fills Amy with his seed.
Dunkan and Tarlov aren’t far behind him. Amy works both men’s shafts in tandem then. Tarlov breaks first. He spews thick ropes of cream into her open mouth. Dunkan follows his comrade and adds to the glorious mess.
The Captain pulls out of Amy’s body and does up his pants. “Make sure she licks up every drop, brothers. None of our cum is allowed to go to waste or else our little cock-slut will be punished.”
“Aye, Captain,” the men say in unison.
Amy dutifully cleans each man with her tongue before they tuck themselves away inside their uniforms. This happens just in time as I hear footsteps outside of the bus. The women are back from lunch and climbing aboard, none the wiser about what has just taken place here.
As the women filter in, the Captain looks over the seat and catches my eye. A slow smile spreads across his lips and he gives me a knowing wink. From that wink, I get that he isn’t surprised by my presence. I believe he knew I was there the whole time.
An hour later, my cheeks are still burning over what I witnessed. The fact that I’d been caught red-handed watching Amy and her lovers doing something so intimate was only adding fuel to the fire.
“Are you okay?” Cadence looks at me with motherly concern. “You look like you might have a fever.”
I let her place the back of her hand against my palm to check my temperature. “I’m fine. I’m just a little tired is all.”
Before Cadence can reply, the bus swerves to the left. Then, it jerks to the right. Everyone begins to sit up a little straighter and glance nervously about. We’re no longer on the highway. We’re on a back road and there’s nothing but scrub brush and vacant landscape around us for miles.
Peering out the window, I notice there’s a number of black SUVs following us. The one directly behind us is riding the bus like it’s got something to prove. When it strikes the rear bumper, I realize they aren’t trying to prove anything. They’re trying to run us off the road!
I hear women screaming as the bus careens unsteadily to the left. The three Voltan on board jump out of their seats and draw their weapons.
When the driver of the bus, an elderly man who looks ready to faint, goes to pull over, the Captain shouts, “Whatever you do, don’t stop this bus!
Keep driving. Dunkan, comm the base and tell them we’ve got a code red.
Tarlov, station yourself at the front of the bus while I take the rear.
We need to protect all viable points of entry. ”
The men fly into action, taking up defensive tactical positions in case this incident escalates. A man in a black ski mask leans out of the passenger side window of the closest SUV. In his hands is a large weapon. To my shock, he aims it at the bus and steadies his shot.
“Incoming!” the Captain bellows. “Everyone take cover! Get as low in your seats as possible!”
Women all around me are whimpering and praying as they hunker down in their seats. I’m no exception. Terrified, Cadence and I scooch low and I silently begin to pray.
Reaching out her hand, my friend snags it and gives it a bruising squeeze. “It’s going to be okay,” she promises. “The Voltan won’t let anything bad happen to us. We’re too important to them. We’re all going to be okay.”
I believe her until I hear a shotgun blast and one of the tires explodes underneath the chassis of the bus. The hulking vehicle begins to fishtail. Somehow, the driver stabilizes it enough so that we don’t end up in a ditch.
In the fading light of day, I see a trail of sparks behind us. We’re grinding forward on a tireless wheel, and the fiery sparks are lighting up the road like the Fourth of July. In the background of all the chaos, I hear Dunkan talking to base, filling them in on what is currently happening.
“We’ve been hit,” he relays, his voice calm but jam-packed with intensity. “The back right wheel of the bus has been struck by a …,”
I don’t hear the rest because another deafening shot masks his statement. A second wheel blows and now we’re swerving out of control for sure. To our collective horror, the bus swings sideways and begins to tip like a felled beast. As we totter on two wheels, my stomach does a flip-flop of terror.
“Hold on to whatever you can!” The Captain barks, and I grip my seat so hard my fingers instantly go numb.
Cadence does the same. We share a glance of mutual horror before the metal coffin we’re riding in tips over and smashes down on the pavement, landing on its right side.
Women scream with pain and panic as we are thrown about.
We’ve crashed and there are armed attackers surrounding us; I fight the urge to vomit.
It’s all a jumbled and terrifying blur for a moment before everything goes still and quiet.
The peace is not to last. After about a minute, I hear men shouting outside the bus. They’re tugging on the back door, trying to get inside, but it won’t budge due to the engaged lock and probably damage from the accident. My blood runs cold when I finally realize what’s happening.
These human men aren’t trying to help us. They’re trying to kidnap us from the Voltan because, I heavily suspect, they want to keep us for themselves.