Taken Three Times by Madison Faye
“Can—”
“Fuck you,” I spat at Zane. I shook my head. I’d been played. I’d been taken in by three gorgeous, too-good-to-be-true men, and they’d used that to actually take me.
They’d kidnapped me.
“I’m telling you, this isn’t what you think it is,” Foster hissed, swearing as he shoved his fingers through his hair.
“Enlighten me,” I said fiercely, my back against the wall, my knees tucked under me, and my hands balled into fists.
“Okay, it is what you think, but not... I mean, we’re not...” Zane swore to himself and shook his head. “Fuck, I’m doing a shit job of trying to explain this.”
“No shit.” My eyes narrowed at him, the fury and the betrayal threatening to tear me apart. “What the fuck is happening?”
“We didn’t know it was you,” Gareth said quietly
“What?”
“The target,” he sighed. “We didn’t know it was you. Zane and Foster didn’t the first night when you met them, and I didn’t last night.”
“The target?”
“Yeah,” Zane said slowly.
“So, you were going to kidnap some poor girl, and I’m supposed to feel better since you didn’t know it was me?”
“Of course we didn’t know. We’re not psychopaths.”
“Just kidnappers.”
The men said nothing, until finally Foster sighed. “Yes. Yeah, we are. I don’t think anything about the other night told you we were nice guys. And you didn’t seem to mind it then.”
I blushed traitorously at the memory of him and Zane taking me together, making me come like I’d never come before. Slowly, I found myself looking up at them, the fury dying down.
“Please, get me out of here,” I said quietly.
Gareth swore and looked away.
“We can’t, Cassandra,” Foster said through clenched teeth.
“What?”
“Not yet. Please, just….” He sighed. “Just trust us. We had no idea you were the target, and trust me when I say we hate ourselves for doing this.”
“Then why?”
“It’s a long story,” Zane growled.
“We’re going to get you out of here,” Foster said again. The other two shot him looks, and he glared at them. “We are. We’re just going to need time.”
My shoulders sagged as I stared at the floor, feeling deflated. “What’s going to happen to me?”
They started to move towards me, and I jerked back.
“Cassandra,” Foster said firmly. “We’re not your enemies here.”
“Yes you are. You brought me here, so unless you’re taking me back to the resort right now, we’ve got nothing to talk about.”
“Cas—”
“Stay away from me,” I hissed as the anger came rushing back. I glared at the three of them, tears threatening to pour down my cheeks. “Just stay away.”
“We’ll be back,” Zane choked out.
“Don’t.” I looked away, up at the dirty, greasy window. “Just fuck you.”
They lingered another minute, waiting for me to turn around again, but I didn’t. Slowly, they left the room, leaving me alone.
They saw an easy target in me. They saw a girl in need of attention, alone, and one who’d be putty in their hands. And there in that cell, they had me.
As their captive.
11
It was dark, and I was freezing when something woke me.
I sat up in the darkness, sleep slipping away from me as I grew more alert.
“Hello?” I whimpered timidly, my eyes going wide in the darkness.
“It’s me, Cassandra,” Zane’s voice whispered back.
I frowned. “Go the fuck away, please.”
“No,” he said flatly. He was closer now, and I could halfway make him out from the dim moonlight coming through the greasy window. “No, because you need to know some things about why you’re here, and about why we’re here. You need to know what we are.”
“I know exactly what you are,” I spat.
“It’s not like that.”
“Please. The matching tattoos of the motorcycle chick? You carry a knife? What are you, bikers or something? A gang?”
“We were, once.”
“Perfect. I hate being right.”
Zane chuckled. “You’re only half as right as you think you are. Mind if I sit?”
“Yes.”
The cot creaked as he took a seat next to me anyways. “We were a club of sorts, once. Me and Foster and Gareth, we go way back to when we were all kids trapped in the system.”
“The system?”
“Homes, juvenile centers, temporarily guardians.” He shook his head. “We never wanted to be a part of any of it after that. Society, systems, whatever. All we wanted was life on the road, so that’s what we did. Been the outlaw life every since.”
“And now you kidnap women.”
“No,” he growled, his voice suddenly edged.
“You took me, and I assume you’re being paid for it. That’s called being a professional kidnapper.”
“It's not that simple, Cassandra. That’s what I wanted to tell you tonight. We’re locked into this.” He shook his head as he leaned back against the wall beside me. “We never wanted this shit, believe me. ‘Outlaw’ doesn’t meant stealing innocent girls, it means your own rules, your way, and life on the road.” He turned, his eyes searching mine. “Just you and the bike, and nothing else matters.”
“Sounds simple.”
“It is.”
I cracked a small smile. “It sounds pretty nice, actually.”
“You’re telling me, darlin.”
“You still haven’t said how I came into all this.”
Zane nodded. “We pulled the wrong job. We needed money, and a friend of a friend looped us in with Mitch for work. We didn’t know what we were signing up for. We thought we were transporting goods — you know, some guns, some coke — nothing we haven’t done before. Not this though. But now, we can’t get out.”
“You can’t just leave?” I shrugged. “You seem like you’re all much tougher than that Mitch guy.”
He looked away.
“What?”
“He has people that are…close to us.”
I froze.
“Yeah. He’s got eyes on them always. We run, they get the hit, and we can’t allow that.”
“Who?” I said softly in the darkness.
“Gareth’s sister, Foster’s sick grandfather, and my…”
He trailed off and looked away.
“Zane,” I put my hand on his arm. For some reason, I believed him. I trusted him. I still wasn’t sure what to think of all this, but there was a sincerity about him that made me want to let my guard down.
“Who does he have?”
“My son.”
I froze, my heart dropping.
“His mom lit out a long time ago, believe me — fuck knows where she is. Cody’s been with my grandma for a long time now, but I know that’s who Mitch is watching.”
“How do you know?”
“He’s like that. He finds where your heart is and goes after that.”
Zane looked down, and my hand slid up his forearm to take his hand, giving him a squeeze. “I’m sorry.”
He smiled. “Hey, I’m supposed to be the one comforting you here.”
“Says my kidnapper.”
He grinned, and before I knew it, he was leaning in and kissing me. His lips pressed to mine, kissing me slowly, and gently, before pulling back.
“What was that for?”
“Well shit, what’s the fun in having hot girl like you all tied up in a cell if you can’t steal a kiss or two?”
I laughed as he slung his arm around my shoulder and pulled me tight. “We’re going to figure something out, Cassandra, I promise. The plus side is, we’re your guards while you’re here. We’ll watch you and make sure nothing happens, okay?” He stood before leaning down and kissing my forehead. ?
Sleep didn’t come for a while after he left. Eventually though, his words sank in. I might not have known what was going on, but something told me if Foster, Gareth, and Zane were watching me, that was at least a step in the right direction.
12
“Rise and shine!”
My eyes flew open to see Mitch standing in doorway of my cell, grinning down at me.
“We got a special day planned for you. Time to get you all fancied up, just in case we need to move to plan B.”
I swallow, sitting up in my cot and smoothing my shift-dress down. “Plan B?”
“If your step-daddy don’t pay, I mean. Plan B is the auction.”
The color drained from my face as Mitch leered at me. He winked as his eyes drifted unabashedly over my barely-covered body.
“Gareth and Foster — couple of my guys — are gonna get you all cleaned up and show ready.”
He tipped his hat, his eyes lecherously moving over my legs again before he turned and slipped out of the cell.
The door shut behind him.
I was still sitting on my cot, staring at the floor when the door opened later. I looked up, and my heart flipped a little when I saw Foster step in. We both stood there in silence for a second before I finally opened my mouth.
“I talked to Zane.”
He nodded. “We know.”
“I’m angry,” I said quietly. “And I still haven’t decided if it totally trust you or not.”
“Extremely understandable,” he said with a small smile. “Look, we’re here to—”
“To watch me, I know. Look, just make sure Mitch doesn’t sell me to a sheik or something, okay?”
He smiled grimly. “Not gonna fucking happen, I promise you.”
“So, Mitch wants us to take you to the bathing room to get cleaned up.”
“The bathing room?”
“It’s exactly what it sounds like.”
I smiled slowly. “Alright, fine. It might be nice to actually get clean.”
Foster nodded and walked over, undid my handcuffs, and took me by the arm. He led me out and down a long, cement hallway.
“Appearances have to be kept,” he muttered under his breath in my ear as we passed by some other guards. He nodded stiffly at them as he yanked me roughly by the arm. “Keep up!” he barked at me.
We rounded a corner and he quickly stopped and turned to me. “I’m sorry, Cassandra.”
“Appearances, right?” I smiled a wry smile. “I get it.”
We moved down another hallway and through a set of doors to a tiled-wall room that looked like it’d been a locker room of some sorts before. Gareth stood in the middle of it next to a large, metal tub slowly filling with steaming hot water.
“Time to get you cleaned up,” Gareth said with a smile grin, nodding at the tub.
I stopped and looked at them expectantly.
“Uh, sooner than later, Cassandra.”
I frowned, tugging at my shift dress. “Uh, can I get some privacy?”
Foster cleared his throat. “We’re, uh, we’re supposed to make sure you get in.”
“Yeah, and also…” Gareth trialled off as he picked up a pair of cuffs connected to the side of the tub by a small chain.
“Seriously?”
“Mitch’s fucking orders,” he muttered angrily. “Sorry.”
“Hey at least it’s nothing we haven’t seen before, right?”
I turned, my withering look wiping the grin from Foster’s face. “Watch it.”
He grinned again, making me blush.
Finally, I just sighed as I reached down and slipped the hospital-gown dress up and over my head. Gareth’s eyes flashed something hungry as they slipped over my body, and I bit my lip.
I liked that look.
Slowly, I reached down and slipped my panties down my legs, kicking them off before standing there awkwardly before them.
“Come on in,” Foster said gently, his hands on my shoulders as he led me over. They both helped me climb in, and it was weird to find myself being helped into this giant tub totally naked by two guys, but then, with this whole situation?
This was maybe the least weird part.
The cuffs clicked shut with a snap, and Foster handed me some soap. “We’ll give you some time by yourself. Relax, soak, get cleaned up, and we’ll be back to finish you off.”
My face went red instantly as he grinned wickedly.
“Dirty girl,” he murmured, handing me the soap before the two of them turned and walked from the room.
I washed my body and my hair, actually feeling like a person again for the first time since I’d been taken from the resort. After that, I sank into the hot water, letting myself soak and relax — again, for the first time since that night.
My eyes were closed when the door opened and Foster and Gareth walked back in.
They were shirtless this time, and I was about to question it, when I looked down and froze at the glinting steel of the straight razor in Gareth’s hand.
He smiled, seeing where my eyes flashed. “Don’t worry none, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
“Um, what’s that for?”
The men exchanged a look before turning back to me.
“Mitch needs you looking a certain way.”
The color drained from my face, before they stepped over to the tub. “Hey, hang on.” Foster’s arm went around my wet shoulders, pulling me close. “Zane already told you, nothing’s going to happen. But we do need to shave you.”
My eyes went wide as they jerked up to his. “Shave me?”
Foster grinned as my face went crimson.
“God, you mean…”
“Yep.”
I felt my face burn hot as I dropped it into my hands. “You can’t be serious.”
“Boss’s orders, darlin,” Foster murmured in my ear. “Gareth’s got the hands of a fuckin’ surgeon, don’t worry. Shit, he’s been my surgeon, come to think of it.”
Gareth grinned.
“Is this seriously necessary?”
“It’s for the…” Gareth scowled, looking at the floor. “It’s for the auction, Cassandra.”
That chill from before crept up my spine, despite the steam from the bath.
“That auction that isn’t going to happen, Cass,” Foster said fiercely. “I promise you. This is just to appease Mitch and his bullshit — dissuade doubt and all that.” He winked. “Besides, I know a great way to soothe you after.”
I felt the flush creep across my face all over again as those eyes of his let me know exactly what he meant.
Finally, I nodded. “Okay, okay. Just be—”
“You won’t feel a thing,” Gareth said, stepping forward and kneeling next to the big tub. “Just trust me.”
“Okay,” I whispered.”
Foster unlocked the stupid handcuffs and helped me sit up, slipping a padded seat of sorts behind and under me before helping me sit back down. I was almost all the way out of the water now, the suds teasing my skin, my breasts and my pussy out in the open and bare to them. It’s not like I didn’t trim around down there, I’d just been…busy. Busy with life, with traveling to meet my mom and Frank.
Oh, right, and busy with being kidnapped.
Gareth’s hands went to my thighs, making me gasp as he gripped them gently and pulled my feet out of the water and up over the sides of the tub. I blushed, even more on display for him now, and the hungry look in his eyes gave away that he wasn’t exactly being impartial to the view.
“Shh, just relax, baby,” Foster murmured in my ear, stroking my cheek. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as Gareth leaned in and brought out a little dish of what looked like soap and a small brush. He began to stroked the brush through the white soap, getting it frothy and foamy, before slowly bringing it between my legs.
He looked up at me. “This ain’t gonna hurt one bit darlin. Just sit still, and relax.”
Foster moved away from me, and I could hear h
“Door locked?” Gareth said, glancing at him with a smirk.
“Yup.”
“Mitch finds you in the fucking tub with her, he’s gonna cut your balls off.”
“I’d like to see him fucking try,” Foster growled. “Besides, he’s off in his office today. The door’s locked, man.” He leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear. “You alright, gorgeous?”
“I— yeah.” I blushed for the hundredth time, turning to grin at him. “The, uh, the naked man sitting in the bathtub with me playing with my breasts is somehow taking my mind off the whole ‘being kidnapped for ransom’ thing.”
Foster chuckled. “Good to know.”
I gasped, suddenly turning back to Gareth at the feel of something soft and wet against my pussy. I moaned as he dragged the foamy brush over my lips and the mound of my pussy, teasing me and working it into a lather.
And he was grinning. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
He finished lathering and set aside the brush, and my eyes went wide as he brought the blade back out.
“Just hold still, beautiful. I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
The blade was hot from the steamy water as he touched it to my skin, right above my pussy. With a deft, practiced motion, Gareth slowly dragged the blade down at an angle, right through the small patch of hair above my pussy.
I moaned.
Shit, this was way different than any salon or esthetician, or any lady bic shower-shave I’d given myself.
This was fucking hot.
I felt sexy, and erotic, and instantly on edge with need as the muscled, tattooed, rough looking man gently dragged the blade across my most intimate area, cleaning every bit of hair from me. I moaned quietly and leaned back into Foster’s chest, looking down with rapt attention as Gareth slowly began to shave any trace of hair from my pussy.
As he slowly worked his way across, swiping, dipping the blade in the water, and then bringing it back up, I began to feel more and more aroused. Adding to my arousal, Foster’s hands on my breasts were starting to do more than stroke. He began to get bolder, his hands cupping them, gently squeezing them, pinching at my nipples. I could feel his cock grow to its full and huge size against my ass, his pulse beating hot against my skin.