Steven was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The beautiful early sun rays entered the kitchen through the big kitchen windows. He enjoyed cooking, infact it was his profession. Plus it helped his relax and think things through. He remembered the soft cries he had had last night from the room occupied by Amy.

On many occasions he almost went in to comfort her but he knew that is not what she wanted right now. He wanted her to at least come to like love them just as much as they had loved her from afar.

Twice during the night he had gone in to check in on her.

He placed the plates on the table such that Amy's was in between theirs. That is where she would sit no matter how much she refused. He put a fresh batch of flowers in the glass next to the plate reserved for Amy. He was still a romantic at heart even after the heartache he had experienced with his parents and his own love life.

Plus he really wanted to impress Amy with his efficient cooking skills.
He wanted to show her that he would be able to take care of her. A small smile appeared on his face when he remembered the sweet feeling of her soft silky skin.

As a chef, cooking was his life, his way of relieving stress and making a living. It was his passion, where he felt like himself and very free. Quiet frankly, he owned the kitchen unlike some people he knew. And he was damn good at it.

He heard the soft shuffling of feet as Dave come the down the stairs. They were both casually dressed, well as casually dressed as Dave could be. The man absolutely hated being fully clothed. He liked showing off his washboard pecs and tanned muscles. He was a big show off even to his friend. Right now he wore loose shorts and socks. Dave never went to sleep without wearing socks. "So what do you think, will this win her over?" Steven asked Dave.

He scented the delicious smell of the beacon that dominated the eating area. He could see something cooking in the many pots on the stove as Steven moved about the kitchen. He ate pretty much everything placed on his plate but he particularly liked Steven's cooking. The man was a professional cook after all. What would be for dessert he wondered, he would bet Amy's wet vagina. Yum!

Today's breakfast was extra special for their lady. He never liked cooking, truthfully, and as a fireman he never had time to cook since the station always provided for them. Plus he had five older sisters who did the cooking when they were kids and still dropped by once in a while to feed him. He thanked fate above for a chance to befriend a cutlery skilled man like Steven, or he would starve daily without him and his sisters.

"I don't give shit whether she enjoys it or not, there is just no way l'm allowing her to get out of that door. She's mine!" he declared loudly with a determined face.

"Yeah, I know man. She's here to stay." Steven said excitedly.

Steve could feel his cock stretching in his pants and he just wanted to bury himself deep inside her tight arse whilst Dave filled her pussy. He would feel Dave's thick cock inside of her almost rubbing the tip of his member as they moved inside her. Shit! I will burst just thinking about it.

They heard the squeak of the floor board in Amy's room. Each man turned to the noise with a smile. "It's play time." Dave said.

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Amy woke up with a start. She sprung up of bed like a possessed man. Her eyes were big marbles on her face as she turned around scanning the room. She was still naked and her hair messed up. She looked this direction and that direction as she tried to take in the strange room.

"It was't a dream. It wasn't a dream!" Amy kept repeating that in a soft whisper. It was like her mind refused to accept it. It just kept repeating those words in sync with her mouth. And her heart slammed hard against her rib cage as if it wanted out. She was really panicking now and scared.

She looked around the room.

A small piece of paper by the placed by the head lamp caught her attention. She took small baby steps towards because her heart was telling her that was a note from her kidnappers. When she reached it she went like, bingo!

Hello sweety.... l trust you had a good night sleep. Anyways, because l know you're a redhead so thus you have fire in you, you will try to run. I would advice against that because the strap on our ankle will zap you unconsious. Plus this cabin is in the middle of nowhere so even if you would be able to run away we would find you in a jiffy.
Now go shower and come down stairs for breakfast.
Your handsome men, Steven and Dave.

Those stupid fuc... l mean fruit baskets. How dare they mock her hair! Its was not like she chose to be a redhead she was just born with it. And they had really cuffed her ankle with that stupid gizmo. In my sleep too.
Amy felt the panic be replaced by anger which was what fuelled her to go to the nearest window and punched it.

Of course nothing happened but she felt good and really in pain from her throbbing fingers.

The cool morning summer breeze did nothing to calm her haywire nerves. Amy was perspiring all through it. Her mind was on the breakfast she was walking into right now. She felt like a gazelle walking into a lion's den. It was clear what the men wanted and she knew there was no way she was getting out of this situation. Added to that, she was yearning for an adventure in her dull life.

She could hardly understand the concept of a normal relationship let alone a threesomes. Not that this would be a relationship with them giving her no choice about this matter.They were just way out of her experience. She had had a taste of their lovemaking or at least one of their fucking sessions and her greedy pussy wanted more.

It begged and weeped for them. Bad girl! Bad, bad girl! She thought to herself as she willed her now heavy feet to move. She walked slowly towards what she assumed would be the kitchen, trying to calm her nerves. As her daddy used to say, it wasn't the lion that killed the gazelle, but it's own panicked movements. She took in deep breaths to calm her body. 1, 2 3.....Show time.

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"We've been expecting you my darling," Steven drawled sexily. She felt her pussy collect with a warm liquid. Oh man, what is happening to me?! This shouldn't be happening! He went to her, capturing her lips to a warm welcoming  kiss. His lips moved against her stubborn ones until he felt them soften. He poured all the attraction and sexual frustration he felt into the kiss. Amy tried, really tried to fight to maintain her cold demure but his lips were persistently hard on hers. She might not have responded but she did not remain aloof either. It seemed to satisfy him for now because he slowly released her now bruised lips.

She was breathless when Steven let her up for fresh air and before she could catch her breath, Dave slanted his soft lips on hers. He was gentler than his buddy had been. He explored her mouth, bit her lower lip and sucked her tongue into his mouth. His tongue pushed into every inch of her mouth. He wanted to learn everything about the small woman he had been pinning for for almost eight months now.

Steven was at her back kissing her neck. He bit her so hard she was sure it would leave a mark. Yey, a lovebite to display for her friends, that is if she ever saw them of course. That thought triggered her tear ducts to do their jobs. Tears filled her eyes yet at the same time she saw stars, bright colours blinding her eyes. Green apples! I will cum from so much pleasure. These conflicting emotions increased the moisture in her eyes. How can l feel pleasure when l am being taken against my will!

She had never been able to curse so she opted to say fruit names instead and now was no different. Anyways, her last slip up was still fresh on her mind.

She was at their parents home and her older brother, James was messing with her car radio again. He knew she hated it when he did that but he did it just to spite her. And on this particular day nothing was different, he removed a few knobs twisting and touching then telling her he was unable to put it back again. She got so mad she practically yelled for the whole neighbourhood to hear. "You dickward! Why would you....," she hadn't even finished her sentence when her mother pinched her ear so hard it turned red, dragging her to the bathroom.

There she did as she had always done when Amy had been a kid, she forced a large bar of soap into her mouth rolled it around so some of it stuck to her teeth then took the toothbrush and started brushing Amy's mouth.
"What have l said Amy lsabel Lopez about such foal language, huh?! How many times do l have to say it before you stop this bad habit of yours?" Jayline Lopez scolded her little girl. "Since you fail to listen, l am going to wash your mouth off such filthy words!" With that she left her daughter bedazzled and slightly bemused about what took place. "I will not hesitate to wash your mouth clean the next time l hear you speak in such a manner!"

From that day Amy avoided vulgar. Mind you this was an incident that took place almost seven years ago but she was still scared of uttering anything insulting from her mouth. Dave reluctantly released her, consoling himself that he would explore her to the fullest later.

"So darling, tell us about you have decided upon." Dave demanded knowing fully well that her mind was rilling at this point. He wanted to use that to his advantage. He was a planner after all, no fireman would be exceptional as he is without strategy skills. Right now, she would follow her desire or her irrational fear which worked great either way for them.

"Why not eat first?" she said trying to stall for time and regain some function in her brain.

"No," Dave whisper yelled, "tell us what you've decided upon. You also need to sign the NDA."

Amy was quiet for some time before she said, "I choose to belong to you."

"Fuck yeah!" both men exclaimed

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