A Calling to Thrall (3 page)

What in the hell did that bastard give me?

“Just go with it
,” I can almost hear David
saying. “
Do what he says, and everything will be okay
.”

I choke back a sob. Even my subconscious is a bad
liar.

The fisherman's fingers move further inside me. He
coaxes me faster, harder, and I'm bucking into his touch before I
can even stop myself.

“Why don't you tell the folks out there how old you
are, honey?” he says.

“Eighteen,” I moan.

“And just how often have you had a man inside
you.”

The world is spinning now. All I have to focus on is
the steady heat burning between my legs. “Never. I was going to
today, but David...David...”

My whole body shivers. Oh, David, where are you? You
said you'd always be there for me, but you're not. You're not, and
it's all my fault.

Before I can sob, I feel a warm breath tickle my
ear. I try to see who's beside me, but my vision is so blurred. The
barn spins around me. Coarse ropes dig into my wrists and
ankles.

Ropes? But why? David always said he'd like to see
me tied up, but we never...

“Come on, baby. Why don't you show off that pretty
little voice of yours?”

I turn towards the voice, but everything's such a
jumble. David, is that you? Did you finally come to rescue me? But
that's not right. I wasn't the one who needed rescuing. It was
David. He was—

Cool steel touches my inner folds. A finger shifts
from the nozzle, and then water streams inside me fast and hard.
The power of it! Oh, the power. My voice pitches high into the
silent night. I scream with every ounce of my soul, but it's not
out of pain. No, it's the pleasure that's eating away at me, more
pleasure than I ever thought I could bear.

“Like listening to an angel,” the voice says beside
me. “As you can see, this one is extremely receptive, and tighter
than you'd ever believe. Just take a look at this pussy.”

Movement draws my attention to the man in front of
me, but there's something wrong with his face. Wait. No, that's
just a camera. He's aiming a camera right between my legs, straight
up at my crotch. Vaguely, I realize I should be ashamed, scared
even by the way I'm being treated, but when a knuckle reaches up to
smear the juices from my pussy all the way back to my tightened
ass, all I can do is moan.

“More...Please, I need more.”

There's a chuckle. David always loves it when I beg,
and I strain against my bonds as I feel him give my breasts a
playful squeeze.

“Make no mistake, folks,” the voice goes on, “this
girl is hotter than hell and eager to please. She's five-foot,
seven-inches of highly fuckable goodness, ready to be trained to
suit any man's desires. All you have to do is start the bidding
now, and we'll see what lucky soul gets to pop this angel's ripened
little cherries.”

Why's he talking about cherries? David hates
cherries.

“Please, David...” I pull against my ropes, and my
breasts sway across my chest. “Please, I need you inside me. I need
you now.”

My voice is so light it's almost a coo. My cunt
throbs to the same beat as my heart. David's a blur as he reaches
down to stroke my pussy. My breath catches. His every touch lights
my veins on fire, but I need more, so much more.

A long, low whistle breaks the silence.

“Well, folks, if you're looking for a wet one, this
girl won't disappoint. Only one little dose of Xanax, and this
pretty little clit's puckered up bigger than a rose. All she needs
is a little bit of training and she'd be a damn fine plaything. And
just look at these titties. If you're into milking, you won't go
wrong with this one.”

David pulls at my engorged nipples almost like he's
milking a cow. Pain shoots through me first, then pleasure, more
pleasure than I could ever imagine.

“Please...” Tears stream down my cheeks. “I need you
to fuck me, David. Please, please fuck me.”

My whole body quivers. I've been waiting for this
moment for so long. I always said I wanted my first time to be
special, memorable, and this will be. I know it will be. I just
need him inside me. I need to show David how sorry I am
for...for...

What am I sorry for again? There was something that
happened....something about the lake...

Strong hands stroke the hair out of my eyes before
leaning forward to give each of my nipples a chaste little
peck.

“Sorry, honey,” he says. “But these buyers are going
to want you pure.”

My head lolls to the side. Buyers? What buyers?

“I can't give you the good, hard fucking you
deserve.”

“But I need it,” I moan. “Please, I need it so
bad.”

“Persistent little filly, aren't you?” He squeezes
my breasts one last time before kneeling down in front of me. “Just
to show you I ain't completely heartless, I'll take care of you.
I'll take care of you better than anybody ever has before.”

He cups my ass in both of his hands and pulls my
pussy up to his face. His breath is hot. Just feeling the closeness
of him sends my juices running. A tiny stream of wetness tickles
its way down my inner leg, and his tongue traces its path all the
way back up to my pulsing clit.

“More!” I cry out. “More! I need more!”

David's tongue works its way further inside me. He
goes at me harder, faster. He laps at my insides while I quiver and
moan above him.

“Don't stop! Please, don't stop.”

I strain at my bonds, but I don't want to get away.
How could I ever want to get away? David said he'd make my first
time good for me, and he is, he really is.

I'm panting like an animal when his tongue pushes
the little pleasure button deep inside me, and it's more than I can
handle. I buck against the bonds holding me in place. My head falls
backwards. My muscles go limp. David nibbles at my folds one last
time before standing up and taking my chin in his hand.

“Smile for the camera, honey? You just done real
good.”

For a moment the world comes into focus. The
camera's red light appears to my left. Behind it, another man is
breathing hard.

Brian, I think. His name is Brian. And this man
isn't David. This is...

I feel like I've been slapped when the fisherman
leans forward to plant a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

“There you have it, folks.” He turns back to the
camera. “We'll start the bidding at $50,000, but you might want to
keep a few extra credit cards handy. I have a feeling our little
honey here is so sweet she's just about going to break the
bank.”

I'm shivering when Brian turns off the camera.

“I still don't see why you get to have all the fun,”
Brian says. “I'm getting harder than granite just listening to her,
much less seeing these bouncing all over the place.”

He slaps my breasts, and I shiver.

“I already told you, it's up to the buyer to break
her in.”

“Well, that don't mean I can't have a little fun
with her first.”

The fisherman rolls his eyes. “Just try not to
damage the merchandise. She's about to be somebody else's
property.”

Brian licks his lips while the fisherman sits down
in front of the laptop.

“You still a horny little slut?” he asks me. “Cause
I've got a fondness for horny little sluts.”

My whole body is shaking. What have I done? Dear
God, what am I about to do? I was supposed to help David. He was
counting on me to rescue him, but now here I am dry humping a pair
of backwoods hicks all because I was too damn stupid to take care
of myself.

He'd hate me for this. Dear God, if he only knew
what I'd done, he'd hate me for sure.

“Stop being stupid, you know I love you
.”

His voice is clear in my mind, just as strong as if
he was right beside me.

“You have to take care of yourself now
,” he
whispers. “
Remember what I said. Just do like they tell you, and
everything will be okay
.”

Brian cuts my arms free of their tethers. He lowers
me to the straw-covered floor.

“I can't, David,” I whisper into my shoulder. “I'm
so sorry, but I just can't.”

“Yes, you can
!” his voice is so strong I
shake from the force of it. “
Just do like you did before.
Pretend it's me. I'll be the only one to ever touch you. Every kiss
will come from me, and every fuck will be just like the first one I
promised you. Perfect. You just have to do this for me. Promise.
Promise!
”

I sob harder. “I promise.”

Brian kneels on top of me. He slides his cock across
my chest before grinding it between my breasts. He looks at me for
a second before turning back to the fisherman.

“This one’s hotter than fire, but she sure sounds
crazy as a mother fucker. You think something’s wrong with
her?”

“She could be speaking in tongues for all I care.
The bidding’s already passed a quarter million, so try to keep that
in mind before you get started over there.”

Brian digs his fingers into the milky flesh of my
breasts. His thumbs stroke my nipples, and my eyes roll back.

“Hear that, my little slut bunny? You’re worth over
a quarter million. Does that get you as horny as it does me?”

I nibble my lower lip. I shouldn’t give in to this
monster. I shouldn’t let him trick me into feeling the way I know I
shouldn’t be feeling, but my body keeps betraying me. Already my
hips are thrusting into the air. The longer he toys with me the
harder my pussy throbs.

Fight him
, I scream at myself, but another
voice comes back even stronger.

“You promised
.”

I look back up at the man on top of me, but it’s not
Brian I see. It’s David.

“Seeing you get all clean just made me want to get
you all good and dirty again.” He pumps his dick between my
breasts. “I’ve got a mind to fuck your titties. You want me to fuck
your titties, baby?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Please.”

He squeezes my nipples. Pleasure and pain surge
straight through me, and I arch my back, already desperate for his
next touch.

“Please,” I say again.

David chuckles before lifting an eyebrow. “Please,
what?”

I can barely breathe. My cunt’s already dripping. It
throbs harder than my own heart.

“Please fuck me,” I say. “Fuck me now. Please.
Please, I need you inside me.”

“I wish I could, baby,” he says. “But like buddy boy
said, I can’t pop that little cherry of yours, but these
titties…”

His fingers dig deeper into my flesh. He grinds my
breasts hard against his cock and thrusts over and over again while
I arch my cunt against the empty air.

“You’ve got hands,” he says. “Play with yourself. I
want to hear my little slut sing.”

I reach down and fondle myself just like the
fisherman had minutes ago…just like David had…

I find the tiny nub of flesh deep inside me, and my
eyes roll back. The fingers inside me feel just like his. I stroke
harder, deeper. I think of the first time David reached inside me.
We’d snuck off into the field behind his house. The moon was out.
We both knelt between the rows of cotton and felt each other’s
bodies for the first time. We were both so new. That was the first
time I saw his cock, the first time I tasted his seed…and the first
time he tasted me.

I look up, and David’s smiling down at me. Our hips
thrust to the same beat. An errant cowlick falls across his
forehead, and I smile at the familiarity of it all.

“Sing for me, baby. I want to hear those moans.”

I forget all my inhibitions and let loose a chorus
of cries loud enough to rival the choirs of heaven. I buck against
the fingers stroking me—are they even mine?—and when David comes, I
lap up the seed that shoots across my face.

“Damn,” he breathes. “Damn, but you are a hot little
fuck.”

When I glance up again, David’s gone. Brian climbs
off my chest and laughs.

“Are you sure we have to give this baby up? If it’s
this good fucking the top, just imagine what her downstairs are
like.”

“You’ll have to imagine,” the fisherman says,
“because she just got picked up by an overseas buyer for $680,000.
You hear that, honey? Somebody’s willing to pay over half a million
just to use your holes.”

I shiver.

“Just remember what I told you
,” David’s
voice enters my mind. “
You have to be good. You’ll be okay as
long as you’re good
.”

I nod to myself. I can be good. I promised David I
could be good and I won’t break my word to him. Not again.

The fisherman hoses the semen off my face and chest.
He lets me eat a few bites of jerky and a handful of chips before
leading me back to his truck. He opens the tool box. I climb inside
before he can even ask.

“Damn girl, I ain’t ever met one as easy as
you.”

He ties my hands behind my back. He tethers my
ankles together with a bungie cord. He places cushions on either
side to hold me in place, then he holds up a spool of Duct Tape as
if weighing his options.

“Your big shot buyer wants you down in New Orleans
by 8 am. It’s a good six hour drive from here, and you’ll be a lot
more comfortable if I don’t have to gag you.”

“I’ll be good,” I tell him. “I promised.”

“Speaking of promises, you still want to know about
that loverboy of yours?”

My heart beats faster. He pulls out his phone, and I
crane my neck to read the tiny screen.

“Services to be held Tuesday at 10 am,” the
fisherman says. “Broke his neck from what they say here. Boy was
probably dead before you ever found me.”

I lower my head back to the tool chest’s floor. I
think I should feel more shocked than I do, but deep down I’m sure
I always knew the truth. I killed my boyfriend. I let my poor David
die, and it’s all my fault. Whatever torture awaits me at the end
of this trip, it’ll be nothing compared to the true pain I deserve
to face.