#46
A dog. And with it, the brutal reality of their location.
“We are on a public jogging route, you absolute menace,” Eli hissed, the warning utterly at odds with the hungry tremor in her voice.
Her gaze darted nervously down the mostly deserted street. Even in this secluded pocket, tucked between the overgrown bushes and the humming utility poles, the risk was too high. Discovery meant not just professional suicide, but a public spectacle—a riot, perhaps, given how explosively precious William’s presence was in their skewed world.
“We can’t stop now, Eli!” Zabini protested, her voice a low moan, fingers deftly slipping William’s shorts down another desperate inch.
Eli’s jaw clenched so tight it ached. The blood hammered a furious rhythm in her ears, drowning out the faint drone of distant traffic.
Decades of discipline, of rigid control, warred violently with the raw, elemental hunger ravaging her. Just one taste of his mouth, the fleeting brush of his hard flesh against her palm, had completely obliterated her professional equilibrium, leaving her a trembling mess of primal need.
“Fine,” Eli bit out, her voice suddenly iron-hard, cutting through the haze. Caution be damned.
“We move. Truck. Now.” She couldn’t afford to be caught like this, not when the pleasure was a hot, aching throb just beneath her skin, so agonizingly close.
Their utility van, their mobile command center for electrical work, was parked a mere thirty meters away, tucked discreetly behind a small storage shed that shielded it entirely from prying eyes.
Eli’s arm tightened around William’s midsection, a grip of steel.
“Up, William. We’re going to the truck.”
William started to push himself up, but before his feet could find purchase, an airy feeling assaulted him. He was suddenly slung over Eli’s shoulder like a sack of precious rice, his legs dangling.
“I can walk…” he managed with a wry smile, no need to run, he wanted to add.
But Eli was already moving, sprinting towards the parked van as if the hounds of hell—or at least, a nosy jogger—were at their heels.
“Don’t worry, this is faster.”
Eli gasped, her voice strained, already halfway to the vehicle.
“Faster, Zabini!” she urged, her breath ragged.
With her free hand, she fumbled for the keys, quickly unlocking the heavy back doors of the large, unmarked utility van—their mobile base of operations.
The heavy door groaned open, revealing a cramped, familiar cavern. Coils of thick wire, spare parts for esoteric circuits, and insulated blankets for cushioning sensitive equipment were stacked high. It was dark, smelled faintly of ozone and rubber, and it was, crucially, perfectly private.
Eli didn’t hesitate. She practically tossed William inside, following him in one smooth, aggressive surge. Zabini tumbled in right behind her, a determined shadow, never once releasing her grasp on William. The door slammed shut with a definitive thud, plunging them into an immediate, stifling darkness, quickly softened by the ambient light filtering through the small, high security windows set near the roof.
William stumbled, landing on a stack of soft canvas tarps, barely having time to register the shift before Eli pinned him against the cold metal interior wall of the van. Her eyes, still wild with thwarted desire, burned into his. There was no preamble, no conversation; she was driven by a single, focused, utterly primal objective.
William looked up at Eli, a spark of amusement in his eyes at her desperate, unhinged expression. Then, a sudden idea lit his features. His nonchalant smirk vanished, replaced by a wide-eyed, trembling fear. “Y-you! Wh-what are you doing!? Wh-who are you?!” he stammered, pulling weakly against her grip.
His sudden transformation was so convincing, the terror in his voice so immediate, that it shocked Eli and Zabini into stillness. Eli’s lust, so potent moments before, cooled as if doused by a bucket of ice water. She stared, confused.
“Y-you menace! Are you trying to kidnap me?!” William cried, his voice pitching higher.
“H-huh? No, that’s not—” Eli began, utterly disoriented.
“You, you evil women! What are you going to do?! Are, are you going to… r-rape me?!”
Zabini gasped, her own confusion turning to genuine horror. “N-no, that’s not what we—”
“Shut up, woman!” William shrieked, eyes darting between them, a desperate flicker of hinting that only Eli seemed to catch.
But Zabini was lost. “N-no! That’s not what we’re trying, n-no! Listen, we are not—”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” William muttered under his breath, his eyes rolling slightly before snapping back to feigned terror. They weren’t getting it. He was about to drop the act, sighing in disappointment, when Eli’s fierce gaze met his. A flicker of something predatory, something utterly amused, lit her eyes.
Eli’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. She tightened her grip on his wrists, pinning them above his head with a renewed, thrilling force.
“Yes, that’s right, boy!” she hissed, her voice a low growl, full of dark promise. “We are going to fuck you!”
“E-eh, no, E-Eli, you know that’s not—” Zabini stammered, utterly distraught, her mind reeling from the idea of such a monstrous, criminal act against a man, especially the man.
This was beyond their wildest fantasies, beyond the bounds of acceptable desire, even for William. They were raping him? What the hell?!
William, however, looked at Eli, and a genuine, delighted smile almost broke through his feigned terror. Finally, one of them got it.
“Y-you evil! How dare you!” he gasped, a thrill running through him.
Eli’s wicked smile widened, a flash of pure, unadulterated hunger in her eyes that made William’s blood hum with a different kind of thrill. She wasn’t just playing along; she was reveling in it.
Her grip on his wrists, already steel, tightened further, pulling his arms higher until his shoulders strained against the cold metal interior.
“That’s right, boy,” she purred, her voice dropping to a gravelly, dangerous octave, leaning in so close he could feel the heat of her breath on his ear, smell the faint ozone and sweat clinging to her.
“You’re ours now. And we’re going to take everything you’ve got.”
Zabini, however, was still trapped in a nightmare of impending criminality. Her eyes, wide and horrified, darted between Eli’s predatory leer and William’s (to her) terrified face. “Eli! Please! This isn’t… this isn’t right! You can’t just—”
“Quiet, Zabini!”
Eli’s voice was a low snarl, without even looking away from William. The command was sharp, absolute, like a terrifying, freshly unleashed primal instinct.
Her eyes never left William’s, a silent dare, a promise of delicious torment. She didn’t have time to explain the nuances of William’s game; she was too consumed by the delicious heat building between them.
William, feeling Eli’s powerful body pressed against his, the sudden, overwhelming scent of her desire, felt a genuine shiver run down his spine. This wasn’t just roleplay for Eli; it was almost a conduit for something raw and deep within her.
He let his body slump against the wall, head lolling slightly, his feigned terror perfectly mirroring the delicious anticipation swirling inside him.
“P-please! L-let me go!” he choked out, his voice cracking, adding a touch of realism that would surely send Zabini further down her spiral of panic.
Eli’s response was immediate and visceral. Her free hand, quicker than he could anticipate, snaked around his thigh, bunching the fabric of his shorts. With a single, brutal yank, the already-lowered shorts were almost torn from his hips, the thin material giving way with a satisfying rip.
The sudden rush of cold air against his exposed skin was a shock, quickly followed by the searing heat of Eli’s palm as it closed around his inner thigh, dangerously close to his burgeoning erection.
“Oh, you have something nice here, pretty boy~”
“Eli!” Zabini shrieked, her hands flying to her mouth, her face pale as she witnessed the fabric tearing. This was too real. Much too real.
“You’re destroying his clothes! We can’t just… we can’t do this! This is a crime! A serious crime! Think of the consequences! Our careers! Prison!”
Her mind reeled with the practicalities – property damage, assault, kidnapping. The legal ramifications alone were enough to make her stomach churn.
Eli laughed, a guttural, triumphant sound that vibrated through William’s chest.
“Oh shut up, Zabini!” She grabbed William’s discarded shorts and crumpled them into a ball before shoving them into Zabini’s mouth. Her acting is almost genuine- and she’s really scary.
William, who watched it and know that it was just a play, could not help but wonder- is she really acting? Or is she doing it for real?
Zabini was shocked and almost choked herself on William’s shorts.
“If you don’t want to do it, get out and watch from the outside instead. However, don’t dare to betray me or else, I’ll fucking kill you,” she glared at the younger woman. The latter trembled in fear.
Is she really acting?
William was getting scared now.
Eli returned her attention to him and suddenly grabbed her ankles, pulling him toward her. She leaned over him, covering her body on top of him, and then, with a voice that only he could hear, she said, “So? Am I doing a good job being a villain, boy?” Her lips brushed his ear, sending another jolt through him.
Fuck! You really scared me!
William fought his urge to smile and ‘tried to get away’ by crawling back, “H, help me! She’s… she’s mad!”
Zabini looked utterly distraught, torn between William’s pleading eyes and Eli’s terrifying authority. She wrung her hands, almost vibrating with conflicted angst.
“Eli, please, you must stop! You’re going too far!” Zabini’s voice, usually smooth and confident, was laced with a tremor of unease.
Eli spared Zabini a glance, a sharp, unamused narrowing of her eyes. “Are you going to help me, Zabini, or are you going to stand there whining like a newborn? He’s all ours. And he’s aching for it, aren’t you, sweetie?” She punctuated the last question with another deliberate squeeze, her thumb brushing against the head of his cock, making William arch his back against the cold steel.
“But wow, you really have something good here, sweetie. I’ve never seen one this big before, not even in expensive porns~” she said, staring in shock and amazement at how huge William’s cock was.
She had seen a few cocks before – well, most of them from the premium subscriptions she happily paid for – but now, those seemed like a damn worthless investment. Those paltry dicks were not nearly as thick and blocky as the one in front of her.
Even her husband, a man in his prime, couldn’t match at least half of this boy’s endowment. If a specimen like this circulated in the market, all women in the world would pay a fortune to experience it. Damn, would he care if she took a picture?
“N-no! I-I’m not! I-I don’t want this!” William stammered, his facade of terror now genuinely cracking, the words a raw protest that felt stolen from his very soul. He winced, not just from the squeeze, but from the sudden, profound awareness of his vulnerability, pinned beneath her.
Eli’s eyes, which had been wide with a mix of appraisal and playful malice, narrowed further. A slow, knowing smile stretched across her lips, a predator’s grin.
“Don’t you, sweetie?”
Her voice dropped to a purr, so low it resonated directly in his core.
“Your body tells a different story. It’s practically begging. It knows what it wants. And what it wants is us.”
She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear, her hips shifting just enough that the burgeoning weight of his erection pressed against the soft fabric of her skirt, a silent, undeniable testament to his conflicted state.
The cold steel of the wall behind him was no longer just a prop; it was a physical boundary, a stark reminder of his lack of escape. He could feel the blood thrumming through his veins, a frantic, confusing beat of fear and undeniable arousal.
Zabini, seeing the shift in William’s eyes, the way his pleas now held a genuine terror that was no longer just for show, let out a choked sob. The crumpled shorts still muffled her mouth, but her eyes, wide and glistening, darted between William’s terrified face and Eli’s chillingly calm one.
Eli barely registered her. Her focus was entirely on William, her gaze sweeping over his exposed skin, lingering on the thick, impressive column of his cock.
“Such a perfect cock,” she mused, her fingers trailing lightly, almost reverently, from his inner thigh up his side, sending goosebumps erupting on his skin.
“A rare treasure, indeed. You’re the finest I’ve ever laid eyes on. It would be a crime not to appreciate such a gift.”
Her tone was no longer playful, no longer a performance. There was a genuine hunger in her voice, a possessiveness that transcended the boundaries of their supposed “game.”
William’s heart hammered against his ribs. This was real. Eli wasn’t acting anymore. Or, if she was, the line had vanished completely, swallowed by something far more primal and terrifying.
He tried to squirm again, to create distance, but Eli’s grip on his ankles was like iron, anchoring him. She leaned down, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of his neck, sending a shiver of dread and a spark of something else, something shameful, through him.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” she whispered, her voice a promise and a threat combined. “We’re just getting started. And you’re going to love every single second of it.”
Her hand, which had been teasing his inner thigh, now moved with deliberate slowness, her fingers closing around him with an almost surgical precision, squeezing.
A gasp escaped William’s lips, caught between agony and an illicit, overpowering pleasure.
Eli looked at William and smiled in satisfaction. She opened her mouth and was about to take a taste when suddenly, Zabini pounced on her, wrapping her arms around Eli’s neck.
“Go! William! Get out of here!” Zabini was screaming loudly.
Her sudden action not only shocked Eli but also William.
Fuck! Did we tease her too much?!
William wondered as she watched Zabini desperately try to hold Eli down.
“Fuck! What the hell are you doing, you stupid girl!” Eli grunted and cried out, struggling against Zabini’s hold.
“No, Eli! We can’t do this! You need to control your—”
“Fuck! What the hell are you talking about! We’re just playing!” Eli grunted in annoyance, trying to pull Zabini’s arms away from her neck.
“H, ha?” Zabini choked out, her voice thick with desperation.
“Fuck, are your eyes just holes?! Why the hell can’t you see, the boy is just playing around?! How the hell can’t you understand? He was eager before, and now he’s suddenly acting like this? Even an idiot would immediately notice something!” Eli spat, her voice a raw snarl of frustration.
She finally wrenched herself free from Zabini’s embrace, turning her furious gaze on her erstwhile accomplice.
“He’s just playing around.”
Zabini stared at Eli, her eyes wide and pleading. “Playing? Eli, look at him! He’s terrified!”
She gestured wildly towards William, whose face was pale and beaded with sweat, his body trembling visibly against the cold steel.
Eli snorted, a disbelieving sound.
“Terrified? Why don’t you look at him closely?”
