Page 16 of Bought and Shared
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.”
