Torn In Captivity Ch 02

So firstly i've fixed up the names:

Y = Jaz

X = Xander

H = Hunter

Second, I had this written a while ago, but I had it by an editor (whom i thank very much) but they traumatized me because it was like a legit edit and review and as someone who speaks english as a second language it freaked me out and made me doubt all my english skills lol which then made me leave the draft aside and forgot about it for a while.. but no im really thankful for NP.

Anyways, lets get into it.

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Chapter 02

Jaz groans as she feels Xander continuing to maul her breasts. She tries to keep quiet, but he starts to kiss her neck, sucking, licking and biting. She feels herself shiver and forces herself to keep her moans in. All the attention to her breasts and neck are making her eyes lose focus. She forces them wide for a moment, but her gaze is met by Hunter's.

She releases another whimper, then closes her eyes again, trying to forget about Hunter's watchful gaze. "Please, stop," she murmurs. "Ah -- ah, stop." She tries to move, but is still held in place by Xander's strong, muscular thighs on top of hers.

Xander pauses, grabs her chin, and turns her head to look at him. "Why? Don't lie. You're so into it." He chuckles, then resumes his work. Hunter is watching them both; he's watching everything, and Jaz can feel it.

Xander nicks at her neck and she hisses, "Ouch, stop, that hurts. Ah, stop!" She tries to shift away, but is once again met with the hardness under her ass. His hands stop groping her. H pinches a nipple and pulls it away from her, then lets it go and slaps her on her breasts once again. His mouth moves up to her ear and begins to nibble on her earlobe. She gasps in shock and shivers arching her back, but then tries to still herself.

"Too many words," Xander murmurs. He licks her ear; he drops kisses on her temple and then her jaw; he licks the side of her face, feeling her shiver against him. "Let's see what we can do with this mouth to keep you quiet."

Suddenly she feels one of his hands leave her breasts. She sighs in short-lived relief. His finger traces her lips. She shuts her mouth quickly and presses her lips together, not even wanting to know what he's thinking and what he might do.

"You have cute, tiny lips," Xander says as he looks down sideways to watch his finger tracing her mouth. He looks up to see Hunter keeping watch from in front of them, his hands turned into fists, knuckles white from holding himself together. Xander smirks and looks back down at Jaz. "Open your mouth."

She keeps her mouth shut.

"Open. Your. Mouth." He feels her jaw clench. Suddenly, he grabs her jaw harshly and, with his other hand, grabs her hair and pulls her head back. She groans, but keeps her lips locked as she she's forced to look up into his eyes. Her neck hurts, both from the sudden violence and the new position he's keeping her in.

He locks eyes with her, his jaw clenched. He pulls her hair even harder, takes his hand off her jaw, and gives her a harsh slap. She gasps. Hunter growls, but has no words. Xander treats it as a cue to push two fingers into her mouth; her eyes begin to tear up again. Brave girl, he thinks. He thought he'd be faced with sobs much earlier, but she's still keeping it together, if only barely.

"If you dare bite," he says, "I will make sure you regret it. I dislike it when you make me repeat myself. When I tell you to open your mouth, you do it."

She glares back at him with red-rimmed eyes. He stares right back at her.

"Suck," he commands. He pulls his fingers back gently, then pushes them back in -- not too far, just an easy, shallow back-and-forth. Her tongue is motionless. He clenches her hair and pulls it back even further with another jerking motion. The ache and burning in her neck sharpen into outright pain. She hesitantly starts to suck; her tongue does a small lick under his fingers, as if she's trying it out. He groans and starts to push his fingers a bit faster, but still not so deeply. His eyes roam around her face, trying to read every reaction, not wanting to miss anything. That goes on for a minute or two. Whenever she tries to open her mouth to get a breath in, he tugs at her hair again, not allowing her a respite.

Suddenly, he pushes his fingers deeper, to the back of her throat. She makes a choking sound and tries to push him out with her tongue, but he doesn't let her.

"Uh uh uh, no. Don't fight this. It's okay. Breathe through your nose. I'm still not even that deep. Keep sucking no matter how deep I go." He continues to push his fingers inside, silently watching her throat and mouth work. He looks up at Hunter and sees him staring at his fingers going in and out of Jaz's mouth.

"Open your mouth," he says, not looking at her. She freezes. Her jaw is getting tired; ironically, the rest of her is already exhausted. For the first time, she obeys without having to be told again. Hunter looks up and locks his eyes with Xander's.

"Keep your mouth open and don't swallow," Xander says, keeping his eyes on Hunter's. Jaz is puzzled. He resumes moving his fingers -- slowly at first, but then he starts to do it faster and more harshly. She begins to choke and unconsciously attempts to swallow.

"Don't," he says. "Let it run down." He glances back down at her eyes, then looks at her mouth. She's confused, but it dawns on her what he wants when she focuses and hears the wet sounds from his fingers pushing in and out.

"Such a good girl letting me fuck your mouth. Look at the drool dripping. You're such a mess." He chuckles and feels her shiver as he murmurs his words. He doesn't need to shout to be heard; but for those wet noises, the silence between the three of them would be deafening

He stops suddenly and pulls his fingers out. A trail of spit and drool connects his fingers to her mouth. He goes back to rubbing her lips. Her mouth is still open. He sees the drool fill her mouth. He smirks as he pushes her head down, which turns two dribbles into a merging stream of snotty saliva.

He chuckles and looks at Hunter. "Want a taste?" Jaz starts to shake. She tries to tilt her head back upright, feeling dirty and disgusted with herself. Xander obliges her, but in exchange, his other hand resumes rubbing and groping her breasts. She starts to move against him, trying to free herself, even though she knows it's futile.

Hunter just looks at them with darkening eyes; Xander can tell he's interested, but knows he won't admit out loud -- at least not yet. He removes his legs from around Jaz's thighs and stands up, pulling her up with him. He walks further towards Hunter, which isn't far. The shackles around Hunter's arms and legs are pulled tight, making sure there's barely any space for him to move.

Xander reaches Hunter with Jaz in front of him. He pushes her down as soon as they reach him and forces her to sit on his lap, her thighs around his. She starts shaking. She tries to get up, but Xander isn't letting her ascend a single inch.

Hunter is frozen and isn't making a sound. A look passes between the two men. Hunter starts breathing harshly and audibly; he tries not to reach up and touch Jaz as she's thrashing to get away, but the feel of her and the smell of her present a powerful temptation. He even detects the remnants of the perfume she was wearing earlier in the day. He closes his eyes. He knows he should fight against his urges. The little slack around his wrists, he knows, is a carefully crafted trap, paired with the ropes around his ankles. He could move his hands just enough to touch Jaz -- not enough to rescue her or himself.

"Aren't you guys friends? You should be happy I'm going to share you with him." Xander smirks as he grabs both her arms and locks them behind her back with one hand. He pulls out his knife again and presses it against her side as a warning.

Jaz gasps in fear, her eyes opening wide, and she finally looks directly at Hunter. "Hunter, pl-please," she whimpers, not knowing what she's asking for. She only feels herself being pressed up against him and forced to stay on his lap.

"I want to watch both of you work. I'm sure you both have been waiting for this. You should be thanking me, actually, for finally getting you both out of your stupid friend zone and giving you what you've both been desperately waiting for. Now, I want you to start riding him, slowly. Let's make sure your sweet pussy is getting ready for the fucking it'll receive shortly."

Xander pulls back his knife, certain its message has been delivered across. Jaz lets out a quiet resigned sigh. Xander shift his focus to Hunter. "As for you, shower her with the attention she deserves. I'm sure you're desperate to get your mouth on those cute tits."

Jaz and Hunter look at each other, not knowing what to do. Hunter closes his eyes and whispers a quiet "Sorry." Her panty-covered pussy is touching his leg; her breasts are right in front of his face. He just watched her get molested and face fucked with fingers. It's all too much for him. He's always had a crush on his friend, but never tried to initiate anything because he knew how innocent she was and didn't want to ruin their friendship. Nonetheless, fear isn't going to stop him; neither is his disgust with himself. He wants her.

He leans forward and tentatively licks her collar, watching her eyes widen at the shock of it. Then he leans forward again and begins to nibble on her neck. She tries to back away, but that only makes her rub herself on his jeans covered dick, which elicits a groan. There's still nowhere for her to go; Xander is still there, his body right behind hers, his hand in her hair. She's surrounded. Her arms are bound. She's been threatened with a knife. There is no hope.

She arches her back in response to Hunter's ministrations, giving in momentarily.

"Start moving, little one," Xander says. "Tell me when you get close or I'll make sure to punish you." He puts his lips on the other side of her neck and begins to lavish her with open-mouthed kisses.

Hunter drops his mouth to her collarbone, and then proceeds to go lower and lower, kissing, biting and nibbling all the way. Jaz begins to grind her hips on top of his, and lets out a loud moan without meaning to. She feels Hunter's dick right under her slippery pussy and continues to ride atop it. She shifts her hips; her clit makes contact with that rigid member, rewarding her surrender. She feels her captor push her harder into her friend while he maintains his ministrations upon her neck. She gasps as she feels Hunter begin to lick around her nipple. She tries to arch back from the shock, but Xander keeps her in place.

He chuckles near her ear and glances at what Hunter is doing, then goes back to kissing her neck. "Looks like he's been waiting for this, don't you agree?" He raises his head, brings one of his hands in front of her, then begins to tease the area above her panties. He doesn't slip underneath them -- not yet. She shivers and groans. "It's okay; you don't have to hold it in." His lifts his hand, cups the breast that Hunter isn't currently devouring, pinches her nipple hard, then lets go. He puts both of his hands on her hips and encourages her to grind some more.

Hunter moves to the other nipple and gives it all of his attention. She gasps as he nicks her breast harshly then licks at it to soothe the area. He pulls back to look at her, the object of all his fantasies. He can't believe what's happening. She keeps moving on his lap with Xander's encouragement, and he can feel himself getting harder and harder. His cock begins to throb. He can feel his precum begin to leak. He leans forward and attempts to kiss her, but Xander pushes his head back.

"No, you don't get to do that," Xander growls, shocking Hunter. "Stick to what I told you to do, no kissing." His eyes narrow, but then he returns to Jaz's neck. Hunter begins to rock against her. He hears her gasp and moan; they can both feel her lips -- covered only by her soaked panties -- sliding against his jeans. He swears he can even feel her clit at the beginning and end of each back-and-forth.

"Ah, ah, ah, omg, I- I-, please I- I'm going to-" Jaz suddenly gasps as Xander forces her hips to still. She tries to move them but he forces her to stay in her place.

"No no, little one," Xander says into her ear. "You don't get to come. Not now." She realizes what was about to happen and begins to clench her legs so that she can relieve the pulsing feeling in between her legs. Hunter stops what he's doing and looks at them both, his dick hard and jutting under his underwear, the tip peaking and leaking, close to coming.

"You know who does, though?" Xander asks rhetorically. "Your friend here. Now, I want you to start moving again until he comes, but whenever you feel like you're going to cum, you have to stop or I'm going to make those pussy slaps you liked so much earlier feel like the only thing you'll ever feel again." He once again moves her hips, not content to wait and see if she'll do it herself.

Jaz whimpers once again. Guilt and shame wash over her on a delay; she was just about to cum from being forced to grind on her friend by her captor. What is wrong with me? She tries to stop her hips, but Xander gets even closer to her back. She can feel his chest pressed against it; she can even feel him against her ass whenever he forces her hips backwards. His hands keep forcing her hips back and forth. Her pussy gets even wetter. Why isn't Hunter trying to escape? Xander is within his reach, but all he's doing is biting and kissing me.

"Please stop," Jaz whispers as she throws her head back on Xander's shoulder. "I, I d- I don't feel so good, ah, ah."

Xander smirks. "Shh, baby, just enjoy this and keep moving. You're doing okay." He removes his hands from around her hips and goes to kiss her exposed neck, then nibbles on it some more.

All the while, Hunter continues to suck and nibble on the other side of her neck. He opens his eyes for a second, and is surprised to see Jaz writhing on top of him. Equally surprising, but far less pleasant, is the sight of their captor mirroring his attention on the other side of neck, smirking all the while. Anger fills him. He'd always dreamed of showering Jaz with love once he'd built up the courage to tell her how he felt. Instead, she's sandwiched between him and another man while grinding on his rock hard cock. He growls and tries to lunge forward and grab Xander by his neck, but Xander is quicker. Since he was already watching Hunter, he knew what was going to happen; he saw it on his captive's face. He punches the uncooperative man in the jaw and brings his knife to Jaz's neck.

"Stop!" Jaz screams. "No, no, please stop. What are you doing?" The rest of her is frozen -- a natural reaction to cold metal against one's neck. Tears fall down in a flood. She begins to sob, but tries to keep it quiet. She stares at Hunter, who has blood dripping from his lip, his eyes wide with anger.

"Do you realize what a stupid mistake you've made?" Xander growls. "I don't think you understand the position you are in, so I'll explain it to you plainly. See this knife? Don't think for a second that I won't use it on your precious girl if you decide to do something stupid again. I won't stop with one punch, and I won't stop with you."

He gets up quickly and places Jaz gently on the ground her knees. She's still a sobbing mess, and can't even begin to conceive of trying to get away. Xander moves to one side and tightens the shackles on Hunter's arms. Thanks to a clever pulley, that also raises them above his head.

"I don't appreciate that you've made my sweet girl cry," Xander says, "but let's get back to it, because this is all for her. This is your second chance. You won't get a third." He walks behind Jaz, wraps his arms around her, and kisses her temple. Hunter growls.

Jaz freezes up, her attempt to scoot away from Xander's touch stillborn. She's trapped, terrified, and completely out of her depth, and she knows it. Xander's arms tighten around her, and she feels him turn her face towards him as he dropped kisses on one side of it from top to bottom. Her tears are still falling, and her captor's sudden tenderness strips away her last bit of self-control. Rather than stem the tide, it unleashes the flood. She sobs outright and loudly. Her breath hitches. Still, he hushes her, makes soothing sounds, and showers her face with more kisses.

"Shh, shh, don't worry, you're safe with me, shh, shh." Xander wraps his arms even more tightly around her, all within view of Hunter. Upon the bound man's face is a look of pure hatred, but inside, he feels agony. He made the move. He played a part. But for him, Jaz might have been able to hold it together.

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END OF CHAPTER 2.