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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: She Found Herself in a World of Violence, Romance, and Bondage! Lorenna lived in a world of isolation and loneliness, widowed a little over a year, alone on a small farm in the remote mountains. One day the world she knows ends with a single gunshot. She is taken captive by two men, Ray is sadistic and cruel, the other, Reese, seems almost kind. When Ray attempts to rape her, with Reese's help, she manages to kill Ray. Now she is left alone with Reese, a massive man with a mysterious accent, a murderous past, and a tattoo across his shoulders "Motier Foux." Her attraction to him is intense, but so is her fear. As she learns to trust him, she finds out that that he is a fugitive fleeing a life sentence, and there is more to him than she could have ever imagined. For Reese is a man who likes to bind and dominate his women, and Lorenna discovers she is a woman who likes to surrender--to the right man!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: January 2009

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Words: 47729
Reading time: 136-190 min.

CHAPTER 1

Lorenna took a drink of her hot bitter coffee as she absently looked out the small kitchen window. The sun was just up, peeking over the pine trees far behind the house, the snow gleamed brilliantly white. At least eight more inches had fallen during the night, blanketing everything. It clung to the trees and made everything look like a Christmas card photo.

The coffee was bad, she used to drink it with lots of vanilla creamer, but now it hardly seemed worth the twenty-mile drive to town to go to the grocery store. She only drove there once a month. She took a glass bottle of fresh goat's milk from the refrigerator and poured more into the coffee. She knew she lived like a recluse, but she liked it that way. Her small house was bordered by miles of dense mountain forests. Her half-mile driveway was a bumpy, muddy mess, which led to a dirt road that was more of the same. Nine miles on the dirt road led to a poorly maintained stretch of blacktop that ran the last ten miles before reaching the nearest town.

The house had come with Joe, who considered himself something of a backwoodsman. He had believed he was one day going to be completely self-sustaining, and long before meeting her he had gradually begun withdrawing from society. Their courtship had been brief, and their marriage was a struggle from day one. They fought endlessly, and Lorenna felt isolated and alone. The last year of their marriage Joe's cancer came back, and she spent all her time caring for him, watching him suffer. It had ended the previous fall when Joe lost his battle with the dreaded disease. It had been such a shock, so surreal she sometimes woke at night expecting him to be there.

These days, most of the time, she felt nothing. Her existence would sometimes be punctuated with brief moments of happiness, and sadness as well, but in general she felt she just was.

Friends had suggested she move back to town, said she needed to start dating again. She spoke with them less and less, and eventually when she had the phone disconnected it had gone pretty much unnoticed. She knew she was too young to be living like an old hermit, but for now it suited her fine. Her animals kept her company. She had been left with Joe's two German Shepherds, Rack and Pinion, as her in-house companions. Rack had died over the summer, however; he had come in from a nightly romp one evening severely mauled by a bear or a cougar attack. She had tried to patch him up, but he died during the night from his injuries. Pinion now was constantly by her side, he was reluctant to be away from her, and was extremely protective. She had gotten to the point where she had to hook him up when she went out to the barn to care for the livestock, as he was more aggressive toward them. She assumed he was jealous of her being attentive to any creature other than him.

Getting along here without Joe wasn't easy. She had learned to fix what she could, but the whole property was full of projects that were too much for her alone. She was not a tiny woman, but she wasn't strong enough to do much of the farm work, at five feet four, and weighing one hundred twenty pounds, chopping wood and hauling hay bales was heavy labor. She had been living off her savings account, trying to be frugal, and hold on to as much as possible of the life insurance settlement Joe had left her. She knew she couldn't live this way forever. The National Park Service had made several offers to buy the property, but she didn't want to sell it, she wasn't ready to move on yet. She loved living here, the woods were soothing. She sat out on the porch for hours on summer nights listening to the sounds of the woods and the animals that inhabited them, remembering Joe, and the way it felt to be held. At age of twenty-three a woman doesn't expect to be a widow. Joe had been gone for over a year now and lately she had felt more lonely than ever.

Lorenna finished her coffee. Pinion was whining at her side, making it clear he needed to go out. She dressed in a soft, faded flannel shirt and a pair of ragged jeans, put on her work boots, and barn coat. She took the leash from its hook and clipped it onto Pinion's collar. The huge German Shepherd danced to the door and they walked outside into the crisp early November morning. The snow crunched beneath their feet. She hooked Pinion to the tie-out by the barn, and went inside to feed the animals.

She was pumping water with the hand pump in the barn when she heard Pinion barking. It wasn't his normal bark, not like he had seen a rabbit in the brush. It was savage barking, snarling. She approached the barn door and she heard a single gunshot. Pinion was immediately silent. She ran out of the barn. The dog was lying on his side, blood in the snow around him. She turned and looked in horror at a tall blond man, who had a pistol in his hand. He looked at her curiously, and proceeded to slide the pistol into the back of his pants. He began smiling and he walked toward her.

"What is wrong with you?" she screamed. She dropped to the ground beside Pinion, cradling his head. She was crying uncontrollably, her body shaking as she sobbed.

The man strolled casually over to her. "Get up," he said.

She looked up at him. "Fuck you!"

He laughed a little at that. "Soon enough honey."

"Foutre! Why'd you shoot the dog, eh?" came another voice from behind him, another man's voice, with a strange accent she had never heard before. The blond man was not alone.

"I wasn't planning on getting chewed up," the blond man replied.

"It was tied up," the other voice said.

"I didn't know that until after I shot it," the blond called over his shoulder, then looked down at Lorenna again. "Get up."

She felt a surge of adrenaline shoot through her as she jumped up and began striking out against him, her small fists repeatedly hitting him squarely in the chest. He laughed and grabbed her wrists, effectively immobilizing her arms so she couldn't hit him anymore. He had an amused smile, even when she spat in his face.

"Are you done?" He laughed.

She wasn't done. She continued struggling to free her arms, and began kicking him. A solid kick from her heavy work boot landed squarely in his groin, and his smile instantly vanished. He tackled her to the ground, landing heavily on top of her. He slammed his fist against the side of her head. "You fucking little bitch! I'll kill you just like the fucking dog!"

She felt his breath against her face, stale and hot on her skin. He rubbed his crotch against her, and she was repulsed to feel his erection. "Can you feel what I have for you, girl?" he hissed in her ear.

The other man stood over them, looming, a giant of a man with long, jet black hair. "Get off her," he ordered.

The blond got up, and Lorenna laid in the snow a bit dazed, looking up. The dark haired man's gaze met hers. His eyes were such a dark brown they were almost black, and despite her fear, she couldn't help thinking he looked at her with kindness. He had a strange expression on his face, like he was surprised, or frightened.

The blond pulled his gun back out and pointed it down at her. She noticed the other man had a pistol in his hand as well. "Get up" said the blond. There was no kindness in this one.

"Oh, God. Please don't kill me," she cried as she staggered to her feet.

"I got other plans for you first," he snarled. The big man gave him an angry look and he fell silent.

"Is there anyone else here? In the house?" asked the dark haired man, his voice surprisingly gentle.

"No." Tears streamed down her face, and she wished someone else was there.

He glanced at the wedding ring on her hand. "Where is your husband?" he asked.

"He isn't here."

"Where is he? When is he coming back?" the dark haired man demanded.

"He's gone." She paused then sobbed, "He's dead." She felt the hot tears stinging her face as the cold November wind chilled them.

"Let's go in the house," the big man said.

She walked in front of them toward the house, wondering if she was shot in the back if she would even hear the gunshot. She considered running, but she knew they both had guns, and she also knew she couldn't outrun a bullet. She didn't think she could even outrun them if they decided not to shoot her, and just chased her down.

The door closed behind them, and the big man told the blond, "Keep an eye on her, I'll check out the house." He went into the kitchen, looked around, then she heard him go down the cellar stairs.

"Take off your coat," the blond man ordered. She took it off and laid it on the chair. He looked her over, and she didn't like how he stared at her. She heard the other man coming back up the cellar steps just as the blond man said, "Get them clothes off."

Lorenna felt icy dread at the man's words, but his expression terrified her more. She shook her head, and he walked toward her smiling.

The big man spoke. "Ray, we ain't here for that. Go check the upstairs, make sure nobody else is in the house"

Ray turned and faced the dark haired man, "Come on Reese, I haven't had no pussy in six years. I just wanna have some fun with her. You want to fuck her first? I'm okay with that."

Reese stared back at him coldly. "That's not what we're here for. They'll be coming soon."

"Come on, Reese. Look at that sweet ass she got. I bet she'd love being fucked by a big guy like you. It won't take long. She can suck my dick while you fuck her."

"We aren't here to hurt anyone," Reese insisted. His voice was low, and his jaw clenched tight.

Lorenna felt his protectiveness, and she moved sideways, closer to Reese.

Ray laughed. "See, look big man! She wants you. I bet she's wet right now. Aren't you, you little cunt?" Ray looked at her, his eyes filled with hatred.

Lorenna met his gaze trying to look unafraid, but her legs were shaking in terror.

"Leave her alone, Ray."

Ray laughed, "Just leave me alone--with her, for just a little while."

Reese's eyes narrowed and he stepped closer to Ray. "I'm not fucking playing. You aren't touching her!"

Ray reluctantly turned and went up the steps. Reese looked at Lorenna, his expression softening. "I'm sorry about your dog." She nodded, still feeling tears on her cheeks. Her head was spinning. Why are they here, and who would be coming soon? I'm going to die here. I'll be dead like Pinion ... and Joe."

"Where's the phone?" Reese asked her.

"I don't have a phone" she said. She felt sick.

"What's your name?"

"Lorenna" she said, her voice barely audible.

"Lorenna, do you have any first aid supplies? I need whatever you've got, peroxide, alcohol."

"I have some things in the bathroom, I know I have peroxide, I have an antibiotic ointment too."

He smiled. "Get what you have."

She walked down the hall to the bathroom, she could feel him watching her. She thought about the back door, off the kitchen. She wanted to run, but knew that she'd never make it. There was a long stretch of clearing she'd have to run before she would reach the cover of the forest, even if she made it that far, then what? She'd be hunted down like a rabbit. She knew the blond one, Ray, would probably enjoy killing her. At least here in the house maybe she had a chance, the big man seemed kind. She rummaged through the bathroom cabinet her hands trembling as she picked up the bottle of peroxide. She could hear them in the living room. It sounded like they were arguing. She opened the medicine cabinet and took out the antibiotic ointment, and turned. The blond man was standing in the doorway.

"Just checking on you," he said. His voice wasn't as harsh as it had been earlier, but she could see the same look of hatred in his eyes. He stepped back to let her through and followed her up the hall.

Reese was sitting on her sofa. He had taken off his shirt, and she saw he had some bad cuts on his shoulders and his back. He was extremely muscular, and his dark skin was heavily tattooed. He was holding the shirt in front of him, and she could see part of a large wolf tattoo on his chest.

She walked to him and handed him the things she had brought. "You need some paper towels to clean those," she told him and turned to the kitchen.

When she returned with the paper towels Ray was seated in the chair examining some cuts and bruises on his leg. She handed the paper towels to Reese, and said to Ray, "Do you need some towels too?" He didn't answer but instead held his hand out. She poured some peroxide on a few towels and put them in his hand. He grabbed her wrist and gave her a sickening smile. She quickly yanked her arm away.

"Lorenna, I need you to help me," Reese told her. "I think there is glass in my back"

She immediately went over to him, grateful to be farther away from Ray.

He leaned forward, and she examined his back. There were many pieces of jagged glass imbedded in his cuts. Lorenna sat on the couch beside him and he turned his back to her, she gently eased one of the shards from his skin.

"Don't worry about being easy. Just be thorough." She put her hand beneath his long hair that flowed down his back, and lifted it forward over his shoulder. She saw him shudder, and visible goose bumps spread across his shoulders and arms.

There were blackish-blue, bold script letters across his shoulders "Motier Foux."

She wondered if that was French. His accent sounded a little like French. He didn't look French, he looked more Native American, so why was a French Indian here in the middle of the mountains in Baxter?

She continued picking out the glass. Her hands were shaking a little, but at least concentrating on the task gave her something else to think about besides the situation she was in. She surprised herself when she touched her finger to one of the letters and asked him, "Is this French?"

He looked back at her over his shoulder. "It's Cajun French."

She wondered what it meant, but she was to afraid to ask.

It took over an hour to remove the glass from Reese's back. Even though he had told he not to worry about being easy, she was as gentle as possible. The large pieces looked like the most painful, but the tiny slivers were the most tedious to find and take out. He didn't flinch the entire time she worked. She took her time, afraid of what would happen when she was through.

Ray sprawled in the chair, casually watching her ease the glass from Reese's skin.

"How's that feel, Reese?" asked Ray.

"How's what feel? My back?"

"Her touching you. I bet you're ready to fuck her now, aren't you? She even got tits big enough to tittie fuck her."

Lorenna felt her hands tremble. She hated Ray.

"Je vas te passe une callotte" Reese said angrily.

"I don't know your French bullshit, Reese."

Reese gave him a look that silenced him.

Lorenna began applying the ointment to Reese's back, rubbing it into the wounds with care. She heard him sigh softly, and she knew he was enjoying her touching him.

Ray had found the bottle of Jim Beam in her china cabinet, and was making short work of it. He sat back in the chair leisurely, drinking the whiskey, and staring at her.

"How old are you?" Ray asked.

"Twenty-three," she replied.

"Mmm. Twenty-three. I bet you got a nice tight little pussy." Ray licked his lips.

Lorenna felt her face flushing, no one had ever talked like this to her before, and she didn't like it.

"I bet you ain't been fucked much. How many guys have you fucked in your life, girl?"

"Two" she replied, and she was immediately mad at herself for answering.

Ray erupted into laughter. "Two? Well baby right here in this room is your chance to double your lifetime total. Today is your lucky day!"

Reese was looking at him angrily, Lorenna could feel how tight the muscles in his back were. These two were definitely not friends. She wondered why they were traveling together.

"Come on, Reese," Ray said, his voice urgent and insistent. "Help a brother out here. You don't want some of that? Look at her. If you didn't want that you wouldn't fucking care if I had some. Admit it." He took another huge gulp of whiskey.

He held the bottle out towards Reese, who shook his head. "Ray you already shot her dog. We're in her fucking house and she's being cool with us. You aren't doing anything to her."

"She's being cool with us? Reese she's putting that shit on your back cause you got a gun, not because she wants to be your girlfriend."

Lorenna was still rubbing Reese's back as Ray said that. She actually was still rubbing it so that he would stay there beside her, she wasn't as afraid of Reese as she was Ray. In fact, she was starting to not be afraid of Reese at all. She wasn't sure what this new feeling she was getting was, but it certainly wasn't fear.

"I need to go bury that dog soon," Reese said after a long period of silence.

Ray looked at him in astonishment. "Man, it's cold out there, why in the hell are you worrying about burying a dog?"

"It can't just be laying there when they come. A dead dog, shot in the neck, how normal is that going to look?" Reese told him.

Again, Lorenna wondered who "they" were, and why were they coming?

Ray nodded in agreement. "Okay. I know, I shouldn't have shot the dog. I thought it was loose. I'll leave your little cunt alone, Reese. Fuck it." He turned to Lorenna. "I'm sorry I killed your dog," he said in a sarcastic tone. Lorenna burned with hatred for him. His speech was slurred badly and his eyes were half closed.

Reese stood and pulled his ragged blue shirt back on. His eyes were on Lorenna, she realized she had been staring at him, and he had noticed. His eyes, studied her face warmly. Lorenna noticed the black stenciling on the front of his shirt, R. Savoie, she glanced over at Ray slumping in the chair. R. Riddell, it read. Reese reached into his pocket and produced a pair of silver handcuffs. "Stand up and turn around," he told her.

"Why?" she protested.

"Just fucking do it," he said with a hint of impatience. He stared at her, his eyes boring into hers.

She meekly complied, wondering if she had made a big mistake thinking he was the kind one.

"I don't trust you not to go taking off." He gesturing to Ray, who looked like he was nearly asleep. "He doesn't look like he's capable of keeping an eye on you."

She was trying very hard not to cry, but she couldn't help it, and she felt tears stinging in her eyes.

"It'll be okay. I'll let you loose when I come back inside." He fastened a cuff to her left wrist and led her over to an oak beam that went from the floor to the ceiling, it supported a series of shelves Joe had built for her.

"Sit here," he told her. When she was seated by the beam he pushed her hands behind it and cuffed her right wrist. She looked up at him, silently pleading with him to let her go. He brushed his fingers against her face, wiping a tear from her cheek. His eyes met hers again, and much to her surprise he kissed her forehead gently. He said nothing and walked out the front door.

An icy blast of cold rushed through the small living room as he closed the front door behind him. Ray shivered and sat up in the easy chair. He looked like he didn't know where he was for several minutes. He looked around the room and smiled when he spotted her on the floor.

"Are you down there waiting for me?" he slurred. He laid his pistol down as he stumbled from the chair.

She shook her head and looked away from him. He moved quickly toward her, on his hands and knees across the carpet.

"We gonna have us a little fun now, sweetheart."

"Please, don't do this," she begged.

"I ain't even started yet." He gave one of her nipples a painful pinch through her thin flannel shirt.

She tried to kick him away, and landed a few solid blows before he was kneeling on her legs and holding her face between his hands. He kissed her roughly, trying to force her mouth open. His breath reeked of whiskey. His tongue slithered across her bottom lip. Her head was against the beam so she couldn't back away from him. On impulse she bit his tongue.

He was instantly enraged. "You fuckin bitch. I'll fuckin kill you, you little fucking cunt!" With each word he bashed her head back, slamming it into the wood. He grabbed the front of her flannel shirt and ripped it open. She had no bra on underneath and his hands brutally squeezed her bare breasts. She felt the stubble of his chin scratching her right breast as he moved his mouth toward her nipple. She frantically tried to kick him, and to push him off of her. She felt him sucking hard on her nipple, then he started licking it, only for a second. There was perhaps the most intense pain she had ever felt in her life, he began biting her. His teeth encircled her entire nipple as he bit down even harder.

She was screaming in pain, and he was laughing. "You want to play and bite me bitch, you get it back." He bit the side of her breast then moved to her other nipple He alternated between sucking and biting. The pain was excruciating.

He had managed to get her jeans undone, and was working them down over her hips, as she continued to scream and kick. He grabbed her panties and pulled them upward, cutting them into her crotch, until the fabric tore, then he ripped them completely off of her. She screamed as loud as she could, and he wadded her panties and stuffed them into her mouth. He kept pushing them in further, until she felt like she was choking, and she could hardly breathe. She desperately tried to bite his fingers

He hit her hard, open handed against the side of her head, bouncing it back into the hard oak beam. She heard him undoing his pants "Maybe after I fuck you I'll bite your clit. I'm going to fuck you until you bleed, then I am taking your ass outside and packing that pussy full of snow, and I'm gonna fuck you some more. You want to be such a cold fucking cunt. You will be." His hand was between her thighs pinching her hard. He bit her breasts again as he rammed two fingers inside her.

"Oh yeah, you are nice and fuckin tight. You liked spitting in my face, didn't you? You little fuckin whore, your pussy is too dry, let's get you wet."

He forced her legs apart with his knees, and spat between them. He wet his fingers in the saliva and tried forcing four fingers inside her. She struggled and kicked at him, knocking his offensive hand away. She felt hot liquid on her chest and her stomach, and she realized he had cum on her. She closed her eyes, praying it was over.

She felt his hands around her throat as he began choking her. She struggled for air, and everything began to get dim. A blanket of darkness enveloped her, and she felt a calm stillness. From somewhere outside the soothing darkness she heard him.

"Wake up bitch. I'm not done with you. We're just getting started. Big man ain't here to help you now. You aren't so fuckin tough now are you, cunt? Wanna spit in my face? Boohoo your fuckin dog is dead. When I get done with you, you'll wish you were."

He slapped her face, and her eyes fluttered open, but everything was hazy and she couldn't see.

"I'm gonna fuck every hole you have, you little fucking bitch. Reese will wish he fucked you first, cause you won't be worth fucking when I'm done."

She felt a rush of icy cold wind sweep over her, and thick warm liquid splattered her face. She tasted blood, and it was everywhere, on her face, in her eyes. She tried to focus on Ray's face, and she thought she was hallucinating. His nose looked like it had melted away, his face was split open. He was spurting blood from his oddly misshapen nose.

She turned her head just in time to see a heavy black boot hit him again in the side of the head, knocking him sideways off her. She felt a hand cradle her head as the panties were pulled from her mouth. Reese crouched beside her, and he reached behind her and released the handcuff from her right wrist. She tumbled forward onto him, into his lap, knocking him backward, so that he was now sitting on the floor. Her legs were tangled in her own jeans, which were down around her ankles, her arms wrapped around Reese's neck, the handcuffs still dangling from her left wrist, holding onto Reese, crushing herself against him.

"Please don't let him. Please! I'll do whatever you want," she sobbed.

She felt his muscular body tremble.

Lorenna turned her head, trying to see his face, when she saw the pistol, on the floor, by the chair, where Ray had left it. She let her right arm fall from Reese's neck, summoning her strength, she reached for the gun. It was just barely close enough to wrap her fingers around the grip. It was in her hand now. Reese watched her, but he didn't move. She pivoted herself, still on his lap, facing the opposite direction, her eyes focused on Ray. She tried to raise the pistol, but her arms were shaking violently. She managed to get it halfway up, trying in vain to point it at Ray, who was still lying on the floor in front of her. Her arms would not work, her whole body was shaking.

Reese put his arms around either side of her and wrapped his huge hands around hers.

"No!" she pleaded, "don't take it away."

His mouth was by her ear and she heard him whisper, "SShh, pischouette, I'm not going to take it." He kissed her neck gently.

She felt a warmth wash over her as his lips touched her neck.

He was steadying her hands and he helped her raise her arms. She had the pistol pointed at Ray's head. Ray was moving now, trying to get up, gurgling on his own blood from his shattered nose. Reese's arms were firmly around hers, holding the pistol still. He calmly said into her ear, "Now. Pull the trigger." She tried, but the first time she couldn't manage it. She took a deep breath, feeling the pain that wracked her whole body.

Reese's breath was warm against her ear. "If you can't do it, I'll do it for you," he whispered.

Her hands trembled wildly in his. "You can do it," he encouraged. "Now. Do it now."

Lorenna closed her eyes, and slowly pulled the trigger. She heard the gunshot, it was much louder in the house than it had been outside, when Ray had shot Pinion. Reese let her arms go, and they dropped limply. She let go of the pistol, and heard it hit the floor. She opened her eyes and looked over at Ray. He wasn't moving anymore. She could see the bullet hole oozing dark red blood in the side of his head. She leaned back heavily against Reese, feeling a blanket of darkness wrapping itself around her again. It felt warm and comforting. Just before she let it completely overtake her she laughed. "You fucking asshole. Boohoo you're dead. The same gun you used on Pinion, motherfucker."