Enslaved [Freedom Be Damned 1] (Siren Publishing M?nage Amour) (5 page)

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“Hi, Trevellyan, this is Mas. There’s a bunch of shell companies involved. I’ll get back to you in a couple weeks.”

“Trevellyan, Niall. I’ll be out of contact watching the place for a fortnight, or even a little longer. I’ll talk to you afterward.”

“I turn my phone off for half an hour, and I miss both the calls I’ve been waiting for,” moaned Trevellyan, after listening to the two messages.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t sound like they were going to tell you much anyway,” replied Merrick.

“So we’ve got two weeks to concentrate on wooing Evelyn. We need a plan to romance her off her feet and make her ours,” said Vaughan.

“Romance?” queried Trevellyan.

“Yeah, women like romance. We need to do some girly stuff with her,” said Vaughan.

“What kind of girly stuff? She wears jeans and boots and rides a motorcycle. That’s not girly,” complained Merrick.

“Quit yer bitching, and start thinking. Romance. Sexy, but with emotion.”

Trevellyan had never felt more like a bumbling male in a soap opera. He couldn’t think of anything remotely romantic. He sure hoped someone else could come up with a good idea because he wanted Evelyn to join them so bad it was like a physical pain whenever she wasn’t there. He still couldn’t believe how lucky they were to have asked her to deliver the parcel to Aurelia. That had to have been the smartest thing he’d ever done in his life!

“The view from the top of Bell Hill is mighty pretty.” Vaughan was speaking slowly as if he was still thinking through a plan.

Trevellyan nodded. Yup, it was.

“It’s not just a good view out over town, but also the trees and plants there are colorful, and that lake with the waterfall is nice. It’s all ‘scenic’ as a tour brochure would say.”

Trevellyan nodded again.

“Sounds like you’ve got a good idea percolating in that head of yours. Spit it out, Vaughan,” ordered Merrick.

But it appeared Vaughan wasn’t going to be rushed. “If we drove to the parking lot there, it’d be maybe an hour’s hike up the hill. Likely add an extra few minutes if we’re going up in the pre-dawn grayness.”

“Pre-dawn?”

“Aim to be at the top, sitting on a picnic rug, with a scrumptious breakfast, ten minutes before dawn.”

“Before dawn? What the hell time would we have to get out of bed?”

“Shut up, Trevellyan. Let the man speak.”

“Champagne, strawberries, chocolate, maybe some chicken, and crusty, fresh bread and butter. We watch the sun rise over the side of the mountain, sip champagne, tell her we love her, then fuck her brains out,” finished Vaughan.

“Brilliant plan. Awesome. I agree,” said Merrick.

“Before dawn,” moaned Trevellyan. Well, if that’s what he had to do to win Evelyn, he supposed he could get up that early, just this once.

“Sunday, her day off. We should have everything planned properly by then,” said Merrick.

Before dawn!
But Trevellyan was too smart to say it aloud again.

Fuck, these people are smart. I’ve never seen such a tangle of shell companies, blind companies, and twists in their trail. God it’s fun following them. I’ll beat them yet! promised Mas.

* * * *

There was nothing like eight hours spent sitting in a tree wearing night vision goggles and holding a sniperscope to make a man realize he was no longer eighteen, thought Niall.
Likely no longer as fit as I was fifteen years ago either, but damn, I don’t remember my knees cramping so fast. And I’d kill for a longneck beer right now.

But a drink, other than a tiny mouthful of water to prevent dehydration, would mean he’d need to pee, and urine smells were strong in the night air. Animals would scent him, and he’d worked damn hard to be invisible and as scent-free as possible. No scented soap, or deodorant, or aftershave. No nice-smelling laundry detergent on his clothing. All as bland and unscented as possible. Which meant no working up a sweat either.

So Niall sat still, clenching and unclenching his muscles in turn, starting with his toes, then his feet, legs, butt, back, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers, neck, and face. Clench, release, clench, release, move to next muscle group. That filled in half an hour of boredom, and boredom was his main enemy here. He’d had three cameras continuously videotaping the property, focusing on a few windows that had a crack in the blinds he could angle a camera to see in, plus the barn, driveway, the front and back doors. Unfortunately, apart from a man who came and went around the property, driving in a truck of supplies twice a week, basically nothing was happening.

But Niall’s years as a Marine told him something was “off” about this setup. He had videotape of several young women being taken to a room on the top floor by the man and an older woman. Each of the young women stayed there for a day then returned downstairs. If it was just the man and a woman, he’d be thinking sex, but not with the older woman there as well. It wasn’t coercion as the people were walking freely, side by side, no sign of handcuffs or arguments. But again, it just struck him as not right. Not kosher. Something in this place was wrong, and it wasn’t just the fact that Aurelia hadn’t been paid for six months.

So Niall sat there and absorbed the atmosphere, the house, the air, and everything his senses could detect. Meanwhile, he hoped for a breakthrough, something seen with his own eyes, or on videotape, that would point him in the direction of the inconsistency or problem. A clue.
Dammit! I need a fucking clue!

* * * *

Aurelia had hoped to talk to Sarah at one of their shift changes, but for some reason, Damien seemed to be staring at her a lot lately, so she decided to keep silent and work hard. She needed this position. She’d tried so hard to get decent work. Months and months of applying for job after job, and always she was too qualified, or not qualified enough, too old, not experienced enough, too experienced. Sometimes she never even heard back about the positions she applied for, and when she’d finally gotten the courage to phone and ask, she’d been brushed off with comments like, “We filled that vacancy weeks ago. We had dozens of excellent applicants.” The impression being she was very much a less-than-excellent applicant.

She’d stacked shelves at a store for a week until she’d been replaced by a teenaged boy who could lift more than her and had cost even less than her minimum wage pay.

She’d been offered a waitressing job for two dollars an hour but been told the tips were “really good” as long as she wore very short skirts and kept her shirt unbuttoned most of the way. She wasn’t that desperate for a job.

Getting the twelve-month contract at the call center had been the answer to all her problems. Food, accommodation, and a reasonable salary. Sure, working eight hours on, eight hours off wasn’t ideal, but she’d adjusted to it very quickly, and the system didn’t bother her. So the last thing she wanted to do was get fired because she was being annoying or something.

Keep your mouth shut, your head down, and work hard
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* * * *

Evelyn was rather surprised when the men invited her on a dawn picnic to Bell Hill. She hadn’t actually ever walked up it but had heard it was very pretty, with an excellent three-hundred-sixty degree panoramic view of the town, the hills, and the lake.

Instead of taking a proper meal break from her deliveries on Saturday night, she ate a sandwich while waiting for some of her pickups and finished work at eight thirty instead of nine. After she arrived home, she had a bowl of soup, then checked the next day’s weather, before laying out her good jeans, a new, pretty shirt she’d bought, her leather jacket and boots, and her brand-new, never-worn, pale-pink bra and panties set.

Then she set her alarm and dropped into bed.

For the first time, she’d agreed to let the men drive her to the parking lot for the climb, but she met on them on the sidewalk, not in her apartment. She had no idea what time the art students had arrived home the night before—well, this morning more likely—but they hadn’t woken her up, so it was all good.

Vaughan was driving their dark blue SUV, his eyes sparkling with fun, the gray around his hairline a little more obvious in the half-dark. Trevellyan seemed pretty much still asleep, but Merrick was keen to talk to her about the previous few days and what she’d been doing. She told a story of a college boy whose friends had locked him in a suitcase then been unable to free him. In the end, emergency services had to cut him out, being very careful to only cut the luggage, not the young man.

“But of course, when he phoned and said, ‘I’m calling from inside a suitcase, and I’m stuck,’ no one believed him.”

“Of course not. I think college kids get crazier every year,” Merrick said with a laugh.

The pre-dawn light was enough for Evelyn to discern the paler dirt of the trail, making the hike up the hill quite safe. The men had all brought large flashlights, but they weren’t needed. Merrick was carrying the largest picnic basket she’d ever seen, and Trevellyan had a picnic rug strapped to his back. Vaughan’s job seemed to be to watch over her, but she was quite steady on her feet and in no danger of twisting an ankle. The walk was a continuous incline up the hill, but the trail was easy to follow and relatively smooth, with no major potholes or huge rocks to climb over, so in under an hour, they were cresting the hill. Up there, with no overhanging foliage or trees, it was lighter, and the view was becoming visible through the early morning gloom.

Trevellyan set out the rug where there was clear view over the top of the hill to the town in front of them and the lake to their right. Merrick put the picnic basket down on one corner of the rug, and they all sat together in the center, Evelyn bundled between the men as they waited for the sun to climb over the nearest rise.

Imperceptibly, the sky lightened, then lightened some more. Soon the very first rays of the sun broke over the horizon, just a diffuse color, before it rose quite quickly as the ball of fire slid higher and higher in the sky, and the sky lightened to pinks, yellows, and oranges, with dark blue and gray farther from the center.

In just a few minutes, the sun was high in the sky, the world was full of color and light, and the show was over.

“That was brilliant. I can’t imagine why I never bothered to watch the sunrise before,” Evelyn breathed.

“Possibly because it happens so very early in the morning,” suggested Trevellyan.

Everyone laughed, and Merrick began to unpack the food. “Time for breakfast now.”

Evelyn was hungry after the early start and the challenging hike, and the men obviously were, too, as a gallon of orange juice disappeared very quickly, as did a loaf of delicious fresh bread, chicken drumsticks, and two quart boxes of fresh strawberries, with chocolate sauce to dip them in.

Finally, Vaughan poured them all a glass of champagne. “Wonderful.” Evelyn smiled, lying back on one elbow. “That was a perfect start to the day.”

“Not quite perfect. We need one more thing for that,” said Merrick, pulling a string of condoms and tube of lube out of the picnic basket.

“Are you serious? Out here?”

“Of course. Who else is going to be here this early in the morning? Besides, I bet we’ll hear them puffing and panting up the hill long before they actually get here,” said Trevellyan.

Before she could think of anything more to say, Vaughan stood up and, with his trademark hip wiggle, began undressing. Trevellyan removed his boots as he sat on the rug, and Merrick pulled his sweater off over his head.

It looked as if they were all okay with the program. Besides, their bodies, as always, aroused her. Just seeing their flesh had her panties dampening and her pussy clenching. Even in the half dark as they’d hiked up the hill, she’d been aroused by the flex and release of their taut asses, their thigh muscles, their long, strong backs. It had been just as big a challenge to keep her gaze on the path and off their bodies as it had been to do the actual walking.

“So how are we going to do this?” she asked.

“We decided last night. Trevellyan in your pussy, Vaughan in your ass, and me in Vaughan,” said Merrick.

“Well, who am I to spoil your plan.” She grinned and took off her jacket and boots.

Instantly, the men focused on finishing undressing, and the pile of clothing was dropped to the far edge of the picnic rug as all three men rolled on condoms and Vaughan and Merrick slathered lube over their latex.

Evelyn watched, the urgency to be fucked burning in her as the men touched each other and their cocks.

Then she was flipped over onto her stomach, and fingers began playing with her ass. Oh that felt so good. It always did. They were firm, yet gentle. Dominating, yet always caring. They were in control, yet she knew they were focused on caring for her and ensuring she received pleasure. Damn, they were good.

Unconsciously, she moved with the fingers, wiggling left and right, up and down, urging them deeper inside her, wanting them to touch her just exactly—
Ahh, there.

Then another pair of hands joined in, and fingers were playing with her cunt, teasing her lips, touching her clit, drawing her deeper and deeper into the eroticism of the moment.

“If you don’t stop soon, I’ll come,” she gasped.

“Well, come then, beautiful lady,” said Trevellyan.

The third pair of hands tweaked her nipples. The fingers in her ass teased her walls and rim, the digits in her cunt stroked right over her G-spot, and Evelyn crashed into an orgasm with sensory overload shaking her body hard.

Even as she was still shaking, Trevellyan lifted her onto his cock, and she slid over him, her walls hugging his rigid staff. Quickly, she laid flat on him so Vaughan could push into her ass, and faster than she could think, he was inside her, her ass gripping him as her body still shook with aftershocks.

There was a brief time of stillness, and then she could feel—actually feel—Merrick pressing deep inside Vaughan. Soon all the men were moving together, Merrick into Vaughan, Vaughan and Trevellyan into her, and she could sense each beat from each man. It was the most carnal image of her life, knowing that she was so intimately connected to them all, joined with their flesh in the act of double double penetration.

The emotional excitement of being on top of the mountain, all four of them fucking together on a picnic rug, overwhelmed Evelyn. She could hardly drag two consecutive thoughts together in her head. All she could do was feel the beat of the men pumping away in synchronicity. Feel the arms and legs wrapped around her. Feel the bodies moving so purposefully back and forth, in and out, the motion pounding through her body, her blood pumping through her veins in time with the men’s movements.

She wound her legs tighter around the limbs nearest her, dug her fingers into the shoulders she was holding, pressed her breasts and ass into the bodies sandwiching her so tightly between them, and let the movement flow through her, feeling Merrick, Trevellyan, Vaughan, all keeping perfect time, like a rock band as they pumped relentlessly in and out, in and out.

Her nerves were on fire, every inch of her skin was screaming for release, despite the fact that she’d just had a huge orgasm. Tighter and tighter the coil of need wound in her belly, until release blasted through her once again, this time taking the men with her, as bursts of heat in her ass and cunt streamed into her the instant her body convulsed.

From the ragged way Merrick was pumping behind Trevellyan, she knew he’d come, too.

Evelyn let her body sag between Vaughan’s and Trevellyan’s. She was exhausted, limp, overwhelmed with sensory overload from two huge orgasms and the love and concern of the men who’d arranged the morning’s outing for her with so much care and attention to her pleasure. She really thought she loved them. Yes, loved them. And how weird was that. She hadn’t even known them a month yet.

* * * *

The men had included a packet of baby wipes in the picnic basket, so they cleaned themselves up, got dressed, and had another glass of champagne each before hiking the trail around the top of the hill and then back down to the parking lot.

They left the picnic basket and the rug in the SUV and hiked again, this time to the waterfall. The trail notice said it was an hour’s walk, but either the people who’d timed the journey were professional walkers, or else Evelyn was getting tired from the walking they’d already done, because it took them seventy-five minutes. But it was worth it. The waterfall was amazing, the river dropping straight down for well over one hundred feet from the cliff face to the lower level.

The base of the cliff was incredibly green, with lots of luxuriant foliage grown from the steady mist coming from the waterfall, and Evelyn loved the scenery. Everywhere the bushes were in flower, and their colors were bright and varied, making the green background look even more outstanding.

Finally, they returned to the vehicle. “What do you want to do now?” asked Vaughan.

“Sleep,” replied Evelyn.

“Can we watch you while you nap?”

“No, thank you. I’ve had a wonderful morning, but I really need more than just a nap. Then I have all my chores to do. Laundry, shopping, all those boring things.

“We could help. I’m a trained shopper,” suggested Merrick.

Evelyn laughed but shook her head. She was beginning to think she loved these men, but she really did need to do her chores and get organized for the week ahead. And she also needed some long hours of sleep, or she’d never cope with the housework.

“Maybe next Sunday I’ll think of the activity we can do,” she suggested, then hoped she hadn’t overstepped their boundaries. They were dating, sort of, weren’t they?

“Oh, excellent. I like that idea,” said Trevellyan.

“Me, too,” added Merrick.

“We’ll talk to you during the week, and you can tell us what you’ve planned,” said Vaughan.