Yule Tied Up (Verona Falls University: Christmas Story)

13. Tino

CHAPTER 13

Tino

When we’re all naked, Eric walks around us in a large circle. We’re standing on the rug in the middle of the room with Kenzie in the middle of us. She has her arms wrapped around herself, but we’re using our bodies to shield her from the worst of the men’s stares, though I know it won’t last. She glances over at the men, and she looks scared and humiliated, but I know her, and she’s pretending, at least in part. Her feelings might be real, but there’s a determination in the set of her features that I recognize. She wants that one chance to act.

The way we all do. Waiting, watching. Hoping.

Just needing that one moment when we can take them down.

“Lay her down on the rug and spread her legs,” he orders. “Let’s see that pussy.”

With my teeth gritted, I take hold of Mackenzie and gently lower her to the rug. I kiss her, and she locks eyes with me, showing me how much she loves me, and I hope she can see the same in my eyes, too. I hate that these men are even daring to look at her this way. I want to tear their skin from their bones, but all I can think about is the guns pointed at us, and the fucking mess they’ll make of us.

“Damn, she’s got a pretty pussy,” Eric says. “Look at it, brother.”

“So smooth and pink,” Rory replies. “Like she knew we were coming and shaved specially.”

Eric hunkers down, and I tense. “You said no touching,” I growl.

He laughs. “I’m just getting a better look.” He sniffs the air exaggeratedly. “I can smell you, princess, and you smell excited.”

While he’s talking, Kirill stalks toward him, purposefully and carefully, but Eric stands fast and aims the gun right at him. “Back up, fucker, or I’ll fill you full of lead.”

Kirill stops but doesn’t move back.

Eric scowls. “Last chance. I can’t watch one of you filling her cunt if you’re looming over me.”

Kirill takes four big, slow, defiant steps back.

“Good boy. Now, stay back or we will shoot your balls off.”

Rory whoops as if what Eric just said was hilarious. They’re fucking insane, and we have to somehow get the upper hand because I don’t believe for one moment they’ll keep their promise to let us live after they’ve got what they want.

Eric tilts his head, as though thinking. “Actually, I changed my mind. Get over here, big boy, and lick her pussy.” He gestures with his free hand at Kirill.

Shit. Will he do it?

Kirill stares at the man with utter hatred, but then he drops to his knees and crawls to Mackenzie. He isn’t hard, and he looks at her with heartbreak in his eyes, but she takes his face in her hands.

“It’s okay,” she says. “I love you.”

I think he’s going to fucking cry, but instead he lowers his head and does what he’s been ordered to do.

Kenzie clearly likes it, because she squirms and gasps and her cheeks turn pink. Despite the fucked-up situation, I grow hard at her response.

“Jesus, he’s big,” Eric says to Rory, noticing my reaction. “And look at those cock piercings, too. He ought to fuck her. Stretch her so we can see. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman get fucked by a pierced cock before.”

Rory does a little jig and laughs so hard he starts coughing. I get a wash of booze-laden breath over me and realize Rory has been drinking. As I watch them, I notice how lax their gun control is. How easily distracted they are.

I stare at Eric’s cheap, shiny Santa suit. That thing does not look like it’s flame retardant.

The heat of the fire at my back gives me an idea, but we’re going to need these fuckers behind us. Right now, they’re standing in front of the dining table, facing into the room that way, and I need them to move and stand by the fire. How, though?

I am about to take a massive risk, but if it works, it will pay off.

“I want a taste,” I snarl and stare down at Kirill as if I am angry at him.

Eric laughs, a weirdly high-pitched cackle for a man. “Do you boys ever fight over her pussy?”

“Sometimes,” Dom says.

Kirill looks up and seems confused. Christ, if he blows this, I’ll kill him myself. His face is slick with Kenzie’s juices, and suddenly, I’m not just being strategic. I really do need to taste her.

These men with their guns watching us makes me hard in a sick way I don’t want to examine. The fact we all might die soon means I need to taste our angel first.

I still dial in with the rational part of my brain and make sure I do as planned.

“Let him have a go,” Eric says.

I am standing at Mackenzie’s head and, as I kneel on the rug, I flip her over and order her up on all fours. Then I pull her ass into the air and push down on her back so she’s on her elbows, ass up. This way, her pussy is exposed to me. I grip her ass cheeks in both hands and lower my face to her. I cover her entire pussy with my mouth and push my tongue inside her. I groan as the taste of her, combined with the saltiness of our combined cum, floods my senses, and my cock grows harder. It takes all my self-control not to fist myself and masturbate.

She moans in return and pushes her wet core at me. She’s turned on, even with these two strangers watching. I know her responses well enough to understand this is real. She’s wet, and her pussy is clenching the way it does when she’s excited.

I eat at her, wanting her to come, needing it for myself, but also my plan.

I lick her clit, flicking at it, and she humps my face as she starts to gasp. Her thighs shake, and I know she’s going to come. Pushing three fingers in her and crooking them, I growl into her pussy. “Come for me, Kenzie. Soak me.”

She bucks back, her spine arching and her pussy contracting as she wails and comes so hard she almost breaks my fingers.

Wetness coats me and trickles down her legs. I keep pumping her. “She’s coming for me, and you’re missing it,” I say to the men.

They rush around behind me, guns still trained on us, as I had hoped. They stare in awe at Kenzie’s pussy as I work more wetness from her, pushing against her G-Spot as she moans and shakes.

I’m fucking wet too, precum running down my cock and glazing it like a donut.

Jesus, I know I’m going to hell, but this is hot.

“Fuck,” Eric says, pulling down his fake beard so the rest of his face is exposed. He looks like his brother—late twenties with acne-scarred skin and cruel, thin lips.

I turn to look at him, dragging my gaze from Kenzie. He’s fumbling with the pants of his Santa suit, trying to get his cock out, but he’s holding the shotgun, and it’s not like a handgun. He can’t easily keep it pointed with one hand in such a small space so close to us all.

“Get her standing again,” Eric orders.

I pet Kenzie’s pussy one last time and then withdraw my fingers. I help her stand. She’s still panting, her cheeks red and her nipples like bullets. Christ, she’s one of the horniest women I’ve ever met. She’s worse than me, and that’s saying something.

“I need to come,” Eric says, and there’s a desperation to his voice. “Get the little whore over here to suck me.”

“No!” Dom yells. “We made a deal.”

“Either someone sucks me off, or I’m going to end up fucking her pussy or even her ass.”

“Touch her, and I’ll kill you,” Dom throws back.

Eric lifts the gun. “Wanna try?”

This suddenly feels like it’s about to spiral out of control, and we can’t risk that happening.

“I’ll do it,” I say, swallowing down my revulsion.

Eric hesitates and then says, “Fine, get on your knees.”

I glance over at Dom, who has his gaze locked on Rory now. Rory is already playing with his dick. He’s gotten himself unzipped and taken himself in his fist. His gun is still in his other hand.

Rory runs his fingers up his thick length and groans. I need him distracted, and I need Kenzie to do it.

“Why don’t you play with yourself for these fine gentlemen?” I say.

Kenzie glances at me, and I jerk my chin almost imperceptibly at Rory.

She turns to him, smiling, though her eyes are cold, and he groans.

“You like me playing with my tits?”

I can hear the anger and disgust in her voice.

I sink to my knees in front of Eric, unzip his Santa suit pants, take out his frankly tiny cock, and open my mouth. He takes hold of the back of my head and shoves his cock between my lips.

Jesus, what a weird taste. It’s so different from a woman, and I almost gag, but that won’t do. Instead, I make myself suck him and bob back and forth, his cock sliding over my tongue. He starts to thrust and moan, so, knowing he’s lost to this, I bite down.

He screams, and I push up and forward, using my shoulders to send him flying backward.

He hits the fire and goes up like a fucking firework on the fourth of July.

Flames roar and lick at the flammable material, taking energy from it and burning ever brighter.

Behind me comes a scream and then scuffling, and I turn around to see Mackenzie has attacked Rory. She’s naked, and she’s got her fingers in his eyes. He’s waving the gun around blindly, and I hit the ground as it goes off. There’s a crash and, when I stand, Dom has rushed Rory and is grappling with the gun.