Anya stared at the three of them. They simply looked back, no one moved. They had just forced their way into her suite and stood against her and a very upset small black lion(a Himalayan).
"Well cher, it seems you've already figured it out." That drawl did something to her insides she couldn't begin to understand. He stood locking eyes with her waiting.
"Why?" Was all she could muster. He could have any girl, why her.
"That may seem like a good question to you, but it's obvious to us."
"Us," she asked, "What the fuck, this is all of you in on it?" She couldn't understand, why her.
"Yes, cher. We've all been thinking about this for a few years now. Yesterday, when I saw you all alone, I just couldn't help myself. And you can't tell me you didn't love it." She really couldn't, she had loved it, the fight, the bondage, the orgasm, it had been amazing.
"I'm not just going to lay down and be your whore." She was trying to amp herself up for the fight, but knew deep down she wanted him to overtake her. He strode slowly toward her stopping at the cat to calm it. Holding his hand out to the beast while talking in a calm voice to her, "Good, I like the fight in you, I'm hard now thinking about it. But make no mistake, you're not going to be anyone's whore, you will simply be ours." T'Challa rubbed his head on the cajun's hand.
"I belong to no one." She bit out.
"O cont-rare, love, you have been ours for awhile, we're just claiming our prize now." The youngest of the three added.
"Fuck you Ricky," she threw daggers with her eyes, "Are you all completely deranged!?"
"Maybe," the older one added, "but we've been running losers away from you for awhile, and now we're going to have you." Adam, Ricky, and Jack; men she'd known for years now were about to take her against her will, and she felt herself get wet. They were all well built men that had chiseled faces with similar, but oh so different features.
"You don't have to make this difficult love, but if you do we'd enjoy it." His slight Puerto Rican accent was calming but at the same time infuriating coupled with his words.
"I'm not just going to make it difficult, I'm going to make it fucking impossible." She drew her weapon and slung it out to it's full 42 inches. At the same time Ricky and Jack rushed her while Adam snatched the cat up by the back of the neck. He earned several scratches hauling the feline to the bathroom and slamming the door. Anya took Jack down rolling him up as she struck Ricky hard in the femur. Jack was strong enough to throw her off, which earned him a hard kick to the chest. Adam joined the fight gripping her weapon yielding arm, only for her to pull down between his thumb and fore finger. As one arm freed Ricky was on the other trying to pull a classic cop move. She rolled his direction, face to face she head butt him in the nose and brought a knee up to his groin, only striking his thigh again. She tried to keep moving but Jack on the floor grabbed and ankle and pulled hard. She hit the floor and rolled out so Adam wouldn't land on her like he planned. With the baton folded behind her arm she struck him in the ribs hard. Ricky scrambled to catch her arm and hold it down. He knelt on her arm to hold it in place, Jack got her legs before she could kick him in the face and Adam focused on the other arm. She used the baton for leverage and let Ricky's weight inflict the injury to his shin. He cursed and lost his balance. She got another hit on Adam before Ricky was able to grab her arm with both hands and disarm her. She was pinned and helpless, but so were they. If even one of them moved off her she'd have range to fight. She laid under them breathing hard and giving them all the go to hell look.
"Jack," Adam called, "You still wear that old cloth belt?" His labored breathing made his cajun accent even sexier.
"Yeah, I got you." She could hear the belt clearing loops, then her feet were securely fastened together. She kicked out at him with both feet only catching air. She heard him open the door and return dropping a duffle bag next to her.
Jack went to work quickly putting leather cuffs around her wrist. The guys flipped her over while she squirmed and fought in vain. The cuffs were attached behind her back with a leather strap wrapped around her forearms and then across her torso. She finally devolved to biting and was rewarded with a phallic gag that nearly touched the back of her throat. She was forced to feel the realistic veins and mushroom shaped head. She could feel herself getting even wetter. I don't want this, she told herself. Her body didn't seem to care. Adam threw her over his muscled shoulder and carried her into the unused bedroom. The bag and other two firemen followed.
Adam forced her to kneel on the bed and attached a strap from her feet to her neck, so if she moved she'd suffocate herself. They cut off her tank top, sports bra, and shorts. She hadn't bothered with panties, and thankfully so, all of hers were expensive.
"Holy shit, you weren't kidding she's perfect." Jack told Adam. She looked away for the first time. She knew she had a rockin body and was quite content with it, but to feel them judging it made her suddenly shy. Adam grabbed her chin as Jack secured a black satin blindfold.