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BrodyI was using the drone to check the perimeter of the property Edgar was hiding out in. The drone whizzed all over the property before I called it back to us. We had gotten all the information we needed for our invasion. Weird to think of us, me, doing something like that. I can't believe everyone that stepped up and was here to have Kylie and Analiese's back. I didn't have the time to be grateful though.We had flown the drone around the property for about an hour, and I'd changed batteries several times. I hadn't used the damn thing in a while, having gotten it several years ago as a Christmas present. But I'd had a teenager's fascination with the drone and flew countless hours around my neighborhood. Usually with Oscar, of course. He wanted to use it in more nefarious ways, like peeking in girls' windows, but I wasn't down for that kind of shit. I'd always wanted just one girl, and now I had to use the drone to save her.All that flying, though, had been training for this moment
KylieI took myself to another place in my mind. I had to for my own sanity. Analiese and I had been having such a good day until he came at us with that gun. We had dropped all of our things on the ground like Edgar demanded, and we got into the backseat where another man was turned towards us, also holding a gun. The windows were tinted darkly, so we couldn't see out the side windows, but I could have sworn I saw Stern take off running in the opposite direction from my view through the windshield. I was in the middle seat, sitting next to the newest gunman and trying not to panic. Maybe it was just wishful thinking that I saw a friendly face at that moment. But I held on to that hope on the long drive almost to the county line (I had recognized where we were from signs along the roadside). If Stern had been out there, the guys already knew we had been snatched. If it wasn't him, how long until they figured out we were missing?My heart thudded dully in my chest. My palms were sweatin
OscarWe'd spent hours planning our raid on the house. Moe went over the plan again and again. Normally, that might piss me off, but this was probably the most important thing I would ever do. The girls had been in that house with that fuck Edgar for way too long. He wasn't going to play any games with them this time. He was going to do some bad shit to my girl. Had most likely already gotten started, but we were in a holding pattern. We had to wait until dark. I get it. I do.But FUCK!I needed to get to her. I had to make sure she was okay. Edgar had plans for them, so they were alive. But at what cost? Were they both being raped as we sat in the fucking woods and waited? I was losing my mind. Fear and worry. Worry and fear. I paced while Brody flew the drone over the property and got the info we needed. I checked and re-checked my gun. I haven't been to the range lately. I shoved my hands in my pockets so no one would notice they were shaking.My girl. Analiese. I had just gotten he
BrandtI don't think Bill was happy that Stern and I were leaving with his daughter, but he didn't say much. I could see that he was worried about her. I was troubled myself. She was making no effort to engage in the world around her even though her eyes were open now. She had woken while Oscar was holding her and waiting for Stern to arrive with Brody's truck. It was a dual-cab and would have the most room to transport them to Moe's. I was especially happy with the choice when Analiese curled into a fetal position on the bench seat. I hope the doctor was there when we arrived. Maybe he could help figure out why she seemed to be in a fugue state. A loss of memory might even be a good thing in the long run but now it was making me anxious.When Honey and I got together, a stalker (or two) came after me. I was never worried about myself though. I was worried when Honey became embroiled in the whole thing. But with Moe's help, I was able to get her back quickly. Honey, like Kylie, had a t
BrodyWe were all back at Moe's except Stern. He, like me, had had our phones with us the whole time. If we ever became suspects, having an alibi provided by friends and family probably wasn't going to help. At least not against the cold hard facts of phone records. I watched him leave, and I wondered if he was really going home. I saw him go into that room at the end of the hall. He was there for a while, so I followed. I heard him talking to the girl locked in there from my vantage point at the door. I didn't stay to see whether he opened her cage or not. The girl sounded lucid and not harmed by the trauma she must have suffered. At least not enough to not know what she wanted. Her freedom. If Stern was going to give her that, I was going to let him.He had offered marriage as a way to stay in the U.S. That was quite a leap and very surprising. I didn't know him well enough to know why he would offer such a thing. I had no way of knowing whether she would take him up on the offer or
KylieWhen I first woke up, I had the luxury of not remembering yesterday. For about three seconds. Then it all came crashing back. The abduction. The cages. The men who forced us to... My brain shut down. I wasn't ready to analyze those hours spent with them right now. I had a splitting headache, but I wasn't sure why. I had to pee and I was starving.I tried to sit up and my head started throbbing. Why did it hurt so bad? I felt something rub on my thigh and pulled the blankets off enough to see a bandage there. I laid back down even though my bladder felt like it was about to burst. Everything had changed. Yet nothing had. My bed was soft and firm. My comforter smelled like fabric softener and the world outside of this room was still moving. I heard the neighborhood waking up.But I wasn't the same. I had done things. Things I couldn't see myself telling Brody. I wanted to but just the thought of forcing those words out of my mouth was terrifying. One, I would have to relive it. And
KylieIt has been two weeks since I was rescued. I have started to see a therapist. At first, it didn't seem to help, but after a few sessions I did feel a bit lighter. Today had been hard, and I wasn't sure whether I felt better for it or not. I had finally been able to go into some detail about the incident, and I was tired. Emotionally drained.No one wanted to leave me on my own and today was Roberta's turn to babysit me. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful. And in truth, I wasn't ready to be truly alone. I knew that he who shall not be named, was dead, but I still felt anxious. For a lot of reasons. Would the cartel figure out it was the men in my life that had destroyed their operation here? That was a big one, and I couldn't voice that to my therapist either. I had to hold on to it. Maybe I should talk to my dad about it instead. Then I also felt bad for Mom. I had to hide from her the fact that he who shall not be named, was dead. Gone and never coming back. I was thinking that
BrodyIt's only been two weeks, so of course, I am still worried about Kylie. Mom talked with her today, and I'm glad she was able to get a few details from her. It put all of our minds at ease that she was willing to talk, even a little. I did want details of her time at Edgar's, but I also didn't. Kylie had been hurt but, in her own words, it wasn't in the worst way. She and Analiese had been tortured and sexual8ly assaulted. I selfishly wanted her all better right now, but I understood that these types of abuses needed time to heal. I had hope now for her recovery though. I wouldn't put a time limit on how long she needed. But I did wish I had a magic pill that would make everything all better. It killed me that she was hurt at all. It comes back to Stern being in the right place at the right time that we were able to find them before worse things could happen. I couldn't thank the guy enough, but I hadn't seen him lately.In order to be there for Kylie, I did something I had never
AnalieseWhen I woke, I was sore everywhere, it seemed. I flipped on my stomach and pushed myself off the bed. When I went to the bathroom, I stood over the toilet, not even trying to sit down. That was only ten licks. He had promised twenty, and I had a feeling he would deliver the rest. I had requested the riding crop next, and I wasn't looking forward to it at the moment.Then I thought about all the things he did as a whole, and I was ready to go find him. He'd denied me orgasms so far. I was hoping for a final result with fireworks at the end. My throat was sore, my as8s was sore. If he fu8cked me that hard again, my pus8sy would be sore - I did feel a slight twinge - but it was nothing compared to the other pain. It wasn't even noon yet.I wasn't complaining, however. I had gotten so wet, so hot and bothered while he spanked me that my pu8sy was quivering by the time he slid inside me. I would have orgas8med in just a few more strokes. I didn't want Oscar to know that I was enjo
OscarI wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.Nope. Stop thinking about it. I didn't want to risk getting angry again. I was interested in what she and Mindy had to say to one another, but that could wait. I would scold her while she received her punishment. She needed a good dressing down. I worried about her the whole time she was gone. I got enough shi8t going on not to
MindyThere was a knock at the door. It was only eight in the morning. I didn't usually have visitors knock so early, so it was curious. I was an early riser, a thing that drove Dylan crazy. He hated getting up early and usually worked a second or third shift so he could sleep in. He never came home last night, which was also curious. I wondered if this had something to do with that.An ominous feeling fell over me. It sucked because I was on a serious high after my night with the guys. It had been wonderful, and it made me examine why I had put up with Dylan for all these years. Kent and J.J. were seriously good lovers without the bent of cruelty that Dylan had. It was a revelation really. I didn't feel used or abused or taken for granted this morning. I'd felt delighted.I looked out the peephole with a bit of shock. Analiese. She was a bit older, but exactly how I remember her from high school. I was going to get some bad news, I just knew it. I opened the door to face my fate."He
OscarAna made some valid points. She wanted to be informed about things going on in her own life. I get that. Not many people like to be left in the dark, especially when it pertains to their own lives. I had my reasons for not giving her the plan, mostly because I didn't want her inside freaking out about what was going on outside. I didn't have time to get her out of here, not when I thought Dylan might be out there watching.I didn't want to wait until dinner. I lied a bit when I said I was calling Moe. I needed to ask Bill to look around the house and see if he finds any indication that someone had been looking in the windows at her old house. I don't think this is the first time Dylan has done something like this. I need information to move forward.It was one of the days that Bill decided to work from home. He went outside immediately when I explained the situation. He remembered Dylan from the high school days and knew that something had happened to break them up. I had explai
AnalieseThere is a war going on inside me. First, I want to be strong. I am strong. I've gotten through to the other side of what could have been a tragedy in my life. The second part, I needed help to get there. Oscar was there for me every step of the way. I no longer sit around moping, thinking why me? I moved forward towards the goal of being myself again. So then, I'm strong again. A continuous and seemingly endless circle.Where would I be if he hadn't called me that first night in the car after our rescue? I shudder to think that I would be lying around my house, depressed and alone. With no hope. What is worse than living without hope? Nothing. Those without hope struggle to live, to move on and recover. They often use violence against themselves. They become addicts to escape. They may even contemplate death. I cringe. I'd never been down that road in my mind before and shied away from its implications.Oscar didn't talk about it with me last night, but I know Dylan was afte
MindyDylan left after he showered. I didn't expect him home anytime soon. When he says he'll be late, it's always true. I'm surprised that he actually left me alone. He's never had me entertain the guys without him supervising and directing the action. He's definitely the dominant personality of their trio. I was wondering how Kent and J.J. would act without Dylan here while I made dinner for one. I knew Dylan would get something to eat while he was out. It was his M.O.Because I knew him so well, I also knew he stepped out on me occasionally. I used to let it bother me, but once I realized he was never going to marry me, I let my heart grow cold for him. Now we are basically nothing more than friends with benefits. Roommates who fu8cked. He would call me his submissive. And while I was submissive to him, I didn't really like that title. I liked to say we were fuc8k buddies. Anyway, I'd taken up messing around with other men too. So I guess you could say we are even.I don't flaunt my
Dylan (POV by request)Warning: Degradation and Humiliation Kink That May Be Disturbing for Some Readers.As soon as Mindy came home from work, I pulled her inside and threw her over the back of the couch. I shoved her dress up and pulled her thong aside. My di8ck had been hard all day from seeing Analiese. She was so pretty and innocent looking. I'd been so close to fu8cking her back in high school. I put in all the work, then she found out about me and Mindy. To top it off, Oscar got involved, and it was game over for me with Ana. I've been pretty resentful ever since.Mindy had only been a toy to pass time with back then. I needed to fu8ck and Mindy liked to spread her legs. Next thing I knew, we had moved in together. She was no innocent. Not like Ana. I know I would have been her first, if I had just been more discreet. Fuc8ing Mindy behind the bleachers was a colossal mistake. It had been Mindy's idea. She loves public se8x even to this day. But Mindy was a who8re. She had fuc8ke
OscarI watched her fine ass walk away from me and I sighed. Now was not the time to get hard. I used my imagination anyway. Ana would go to the bedroom and get naked. Her beautiful body would be bare in a few moments, and I was stuck out here with this douche8bag. I looked down at him when he moaned. He'd be awake soon. My neighbors didn't seem to notice the fight, but they will notice the cops milling around soon. I hear the sirens stop wailing as they pull along the street outside the gate.I told Ana the story I would tell the cops. She was smart enough to follow my lead. The story was mostly true, I just happened to be outside waiting for the sick fu8ck instead of inside with Ana. Dylan's fingerprints were on the window and screen if the cops bothered to check. I knew they would haul him away tonight. I just hope it was enough to keep him in jail a little while. Trespassing by itself probably wasn't going to do it. I hope they got him for breaking and entering, even though he nev
AnalieseCoco hears something. I look up from my phone when I see her ears co8ck to the side. I'm sitting on the couch playing a game on my phone, trying to distract myself from the fact that Oscar isn't home yet. I'm not scared or anything. I've talked with my mom and Kylie. I figured it was a good time to do those things while Oscar was out.Kylie seems to be doing well. She told me that Brody was out as well, so I told her that they guys were most likely together, planning something against Dylan. We discussed what we thought they might do. Knowing they had killed before and recently, probably crossed both of our minds, but we didn't discuss that. It wouldn't be wise, obviously, and it was too fresh. And I hated that all those good men, including my own father, were in on something like that. I had not even talked to Oscar about it. I would one day, but sometime in the future. I didn't want the details just yet. It was enough to know that those thugs would never hurt anyone else ag