Choose Pet

Oh god... Ella's head whirled with Fox's choice - which was no choice at all. Have sex with him or have sex with Ander.

"Toy. I mean, Ander," she said, using Fox's new name for Ander and then realizing what she'd done.

"Ella no!" Ander yelled, straining against Fox's hand on his hair, the men who were holding him on his knees. "You don't have to do this!" He glared up at the man whose fingers were entangled in his hair. "Let her go."

"You're getting repetitive. Boring," Fox said, his green eyes glinting in a way that belied his words and he reached into his pocket, ignoring Ella's sudden yells to leave Ander alone, that she'd made her choice. Pulling out an object, he popped it into Ander's mouth and then wrapped the straps around his head. A gag.

Panting from the fear that had coursed through her, Ella almost dropped to her knees. Just because Fox was known for letting people go unharmed, that didn't mean that he wouldn't start now. One of the most common things his former victims had stressed was how unpredictable he was.

"So, Pet," Fox said, dropping Ander's head now that the younger man was hushed, and walking back towards Ella. "You'd rather fuck Toy than me? He doesn't seem very willing. I certainly am."

His hand reached down to grope his cock through his pants and Ella gasped as she saw the sizable bulge there.

"No," she whispered. This time she did fall to her knees, nearly making the man holding the ropes behind her stumble. "Ander..." her voice grew in strength as she looked across the short distance between them. "Ander, you have to fuck me. Please."

Fox sighed. "I suppose I should feel insulted... but after all, it's not like we know each other, yet, so I'll let it slide this time, Pet." His voice became crueler as he spoke and he reached out and tweaked her nipple before caressing her head, the way he might pet a dog. Then he snapped his fingers at the man behind her. "Release her ropes. I'm going to let you beg Toy, Pet. And if he doesn't agree to fuck you in the next two minutes... then I will."

The restraints around her wrists were cut, as was the hobble around her legs. She forced herself to her feet, stumbling over the few steps it took to get to Ander. Ignoring the men behind him, ignoring the chuckling and the snide remarks she could hear around her, she reached out and took his face in her hands.

"Ander please, you have to do this... he's going to rape me, you know he will. He's not bluffing. Just nod your head, nod your head and say you'll fuck me."

God, what had she come to... this morning she was incensed that her boyfriend and Ander's girlfriend had cheated on them. Now she was having to beg Ander to fuck her. And he was looking at her with the most tormented expression on his face, his eyes begging her to do something - anything - than ask him to do this.

"It's not rape, Ander, I'm choosing you," she pleaded. Except that they both know that given a real choice, she wouldn't be having sex with anyone. Her voice dropped down to a husky whisper again. "Please... Ander... you have to save me."

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Ander wanted to scream with frustration. Didn't Ella see it? By giving in, by playing this sick game, they were already losing to Fox. And at the same time... he didn't doubt that Fox meant every word he said. If Ander didn't have sex with Ella, he would rape her.

But what was to stop him from doing so anyway, afterward?

He could see that Ella wasn't thinking about that. Her pupils were huge, dilated from fear, all she could think about was getting past this first obstacle, this first terror. Fear had pushed her past the point of being able to think beyond the moment.

And he couldn't blame her. That same terror was pulsing inside of him. The gag that Fox had put in his mouth wasn't huge, but it was large enough that he couldn't spit it out. It filled the inside of his mouth, made of some material that shaped itself to block as much noise as possible, pressing down on his tongue.

A grating sound made both of them turn their heads. There was a hole opening up in the middle of the floor of the huge room, a platform rising out of it. On the platform were a huge bed, its canopy, and corners festooned with chains and restraints. Several wooden structures surrounded it, all of them looking threatening as Ander imagined the various ways a human body could be secured to them. A sick feeling rose in his stomach. He couldn't leave Ella to Fox's mercies.

Even if it meant playing his sick game. Even knowing that Fox could still do whatever he wanted to them afterward. Ander just couldn't make the choice that would leave him unaffected and condemn Ella.

Besides, a faint hope inside him whispered, maybe Fox just wanted a show right now. He was unpredictable, right? Maybe he just wanted a show and then he'd let them go.

Ander nodded his head and Ella nearly sobbed with relief.

"Too bad. Only a few more seconds and I could have played with Pet," Fox said, glancing at his watch. He nodded to the men behind Ander. "Release Toy." Stepping closer as Ander's ropes were undone, his face completely serious, he stared straight into Ander's eyes. "Don't even think about trying to escape. There is no way you'll make it out of this room, and if you try to, I will tie up Pet, and I will tie up Jackson's new blonde, and I will let every single one of my men come and fuck both of them while you watch." A cruel smile glinted across his lips. "And I have a lot of men under my command."

The frightened sob that Ella let out as she snuggled closer to Ander made his heartbreak. His arms were free now and he immediately pulled her into him, trying to ignore how soft and silky her skin felt against his. When he reached up to remove the gag, his hand was slapped away.

"The gag stays in, for now," Fox said, stepping back. He gestured grandly at the platform that had been raised in the center of the room. It reminded Ander a bit of the ancient gladiator arenas, where emperors put on spectacles for their underlings. He did not doubt that this particular stage served a similar purpose. At least there weren't too many people in the room right now. "Choose your pleasure."

When Ander hesitated, Ella grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the platform, headed straight for the bed. Ander let her lead him, trying to focus on her and not on their surroundings. It was surprisingly easy to push the other men in the room to the back of his mind and focus solely on her naked curves, the way her bottom wobbled as she hurried them both along. Ella was a beautiful woman, he'd always thought so. He just hadn't thought he'd ever be in a position to see her completely naked, much less do something about it.

It was rather shaming how his body reacted - how it had been reacting. He'd been fighting against his response, and his fear and anger had helped, but now if he didn't maintain his erection then he didn't doubt that Fox would rape her. Being chosen over Fox wasn't exactly a commendation, but he would do his best to make this... if not pleasant, then at least not awful for Ella.

He wanted to tell her that, to whisper in her ear that everything was going to be okay - even if it wasn't a promise he could keep, but the gag meant that all their communication was one way. From her to him.

When they reached the bed, she looked up at him with troubled, frightened hazel eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so sorry... and thank you."

Ander nodded, hoping that his eyes showed his apologies, his unhappiness at the situation, even while his cock strained towards her. The generous curves of her breasts and hips were more than enough to make any red-blooded male stand up and pay attention. The hard pink nipples tipping her generous breasts would have made his mouth water if he hadn't been gagged.

They looked at each other for a long moment, wordless communication passing between them - they were in this together. Partners. And they would support each other through this.

"Better hurry, you two, before I decide it would be more fun to join you than watch you." Fox's voice purred, but it was heavy with a threat.

Ella's eyes widened and then she grabbed Ander's hand, squeezing her eyes shut as she brought it to her breast. A wave of dismay swept over him. He'd never slept with a woman that wasn't one hundred percent willing... how was he supposed to do this when she couldn't even look at him while he was just touching her? And yet, they didn't have a choice, did they?