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© copyright October 2003 by Kimberly Zant
ISBN 1-58608-336-8
Cover Art by Jenny Dixon
New Concepts Publishing
www.newconceptspublishing.com
The Prey
by Kimberly Zant
Chapter One
Emerald Green knew the moment she swam toward consciousness in a sickening wave that she'd been chloroformed. She tried to open her eyes and found that she couldn't. Something was tied around her head … fabric she realized. It felt thick-a T-shirt, maybe? It occurred to her quite suddenly that it was probably the knit dress she'd worn to the dance. Cool air wafted around her, trickling over parts of her body where it would not have touched her if her dress had still been on her instead of tied around her head.
Her mouth was covered too. Her lips and cheeks felt compressed against her teeth. Tape, she realized from the smell of it.
She remained perfectly still, trying to master the nausea. She was in real trouble if she threw up.
To distract herself from the threat of strangulation by her own vomit, she concentrated on trying to conjure her last conscious memory. After a few moments, it came flooding back to her. She'd been chaperoning the seniors' graduation dance. Someone-Mike Todd?--had told her he thought Chrissy Stevens might have OD'd, that she'd gone into the teachers' lounge and collapsed. Alarmed, she'd rushed to check on the girl, never considering it might be nothing more than a ruse to get her away from the crowd.
She hadn't made it to the lounge, though. She'd barely stepped three feet into the darkened corridor when someone had grabbed her from behind and smothered her with a cloth coated in a sickly sweet liquid. Beyond that, she couldn't remember anything except the feel of the body that had pressed so tightly against her. It had been male … probably Mike … although he'd been beside her, she thought. One of his lapdogs?
The more real question, though, was why had they done it? And, more importantly, what did they have in mind for her?
She was afraid she was going to find out. The nausea, which had mostly subsided, threatened once more and she forced herself to take slow, calming breaths, turning her mind to the task of trying to figure out where she was, how dangerous her situation was, and how imminent the threat-no easy task when she could hear little and see less.
She lifted her head slowly, realizing as she did so that she was sitting upright-there was something hard and painfully unyielding behind her, something soft beneath her. The muscles in her neck protested as she lifted her head. Obviously, she'd been unconscious for a while, her head hanging down against her chest.
The stilted movement seemed to elicit a chorus of snickers and her heart jumped into her throat, thundering in her ears until she had to strain to hear above the clamor. She twisted her head, trying to figure out if she had interpreted the sounds correctly, or if the cloth wrapped around her head had distorted some other noise.
But she knew it hadn't and a shiver skated along her spine at the thread of malice in the laughter.
Unnerved by the realization that she had an audience, she tried to sit up higher, to move her arms, her legs, and found she couldn't move any part of her body except her head. Panic wafted through her, accelerating her heartbeat, and she struggled harder for several minutes until she realized that her efforts were not only useless, they seemed to be exciting whoever was watching her.
As the panic subsided fractionally, she realized the snickers belonged to four different people. One sounded female. She was almost certain the other three were male.
"Snotty bitch!" someone said, their voice vibrating with hatred.
"You fucked up our lives. Now we're fucking yours up. How does payback feel, bitch?"
She was certain she recognized the last voice. It was Mike Todd. The first one had sounded like his girl friend, Chrissy Stevens. There were still two she hadn't quite figured out, though their malicious snickering sounded very familiar.
She conjured a picture of the class troublemakers who always congregated at the very back of her classroom, talking, laughing, heckling her when they felt nervy enough-Mike, his girlfriend, Chrissy, David Bennings, Charley Moyer, Tina Patterson and Jeffery Miller. Mike was the only one of the group that had graduated-by the skin of his teeth, which wasn't going to take him far when it came to college-and it was probable he wouldn't even have managed graduation at all except that he was better at cheating than the others, although he was bright enough he might not have had to, even though he rarely paid attention and never handed in homework assignments.
As the accusation sank in, her fear yielded to anger. She'd screwed up their lives? By delaying graduation a year? Because they were too spoiled and lazy to do their work?
It occurred to her, however, that she really didn't know what this group was capable of. They were students, she was certain of that much, but she didn't know whether to be more frightened, or less. It was hard to believe any of the teens she knew, that she'd taught, might cause her serious injury-but she wouldn't have thought they would use chloroform on her, and it certainly would never have occurred to her that they would abduct her. They might be satisfied with merely humiliating her-and they might not.
Mike had a cruel streak-all but two members of the gang-Jeffery Miller and David Bennings-were from wealthy, over-privileged families--the kind who produced offspring that had had everything handed to them all of their lives, never paid the price for any infraction because mommy and/or daddy always bailed them out of everything, and therefore had come to believe that the world and everything in it was already theirs. All they had to do was take whatever they wanted. They didn't have to work for it. It was supposed to be handed to them because it was theirs by right.
Regardless, it was hard to understand how they thought they'd get away with this. Surely they had to know that she would recognize their voices? Or, maybe they didn't. Maybe they thought she was too stupid to figure it out? They'd ambushed her from behind, knocked her out. They'd tied her up, blindfolded her.
She wished she felt safer, but the truth was, she didn't really believe her reasoning. She was quite sure they thought they were going to get away with it or they wouldn't have decided to do it. The threat to her was in just how they thought they were going to manage it.
A click, followed by a bright light made her jump. It took her several seconds to realize it was the flash of a camera.
The surface beneath her moved. She felt the heat of someone's breath moments before that someone spoke in a harsh whisper near her ear. "Nice pussy for an old woman," he said, and snickered. She felt something hard brush her femininity, running along her cleft, then parting the flesh surrounding her body opening and thrusting up inside of her, which lacked even a drop of moisture to ease the way of the sudden intrusion. Pain and fear rushed through her as he dug around inside of her with a rough finger.
Until that moment, she hadn't fully realized her situation. Blinded by the cloth, numb from having been tied so long, her body had given her little to go by. He'd gouged her with his finger, however. There'd been no tugging her panties aside, no forcing her legs apart. The only conclusion was that they'd stripped her completely naked, bound her so that her legs were spread wide in some obscene way. She tried to envision what they'd done to her, trying to focus her mind on the puzzle rather than the intrusion of his finger, but she could barely feel her arms and legs.
She couldn't ignore was he was doing to her, couldn't escape it. No matter how hard she concentrated, she could not pull her legs together to protect herself. He became more frenzied, she supposed because he wasn't satisfied with her reaction. Finally, unable to contain it, she moaned in pain. He grunted in satisfaction. "Yeah, bitch. I knew you liked it." He snickered, either because of her feeble attempts to draw her legs together, or because he was enjoying himself so hugely-she wasn't certain.
The flashing continued, however, and she knew most of his actions, and reactions, were for the benefit of the camera.
Despite the pain and fear, it made her realize that they weren't quite as stupid as she'd thought. They were taking pictures. No doubt they figured it would be insurance against her talking-it wasn't hard to imagine how the pictures might be interpreted. Pictures of her tied naked to the bed while one of her teenage students performed sexual acts 'with' her. For all she knew they were filming it as well, catching her 'moans of pleasure'.
She had no idea whether it would prove to be important or not, or if she would even have the chance to use it, but she had managed to recognize the third voice-Jeffery Miller was the one violating her body. The fourth was almost certainly his shadow, David. He proved it the next moment by biting her on one nipple almost hard enough to draw blood and then snickering when she screamed against the gag. "Nice tits, too. How old are you, teach? Thirty?"
She was too frightened, and in too much pain, even to register his insult, much less be disturbed by it. In any case, her students were well aware that she was only a few years older than they were. She suspected that was the reason many of them resented her, maybe even hated her, her status as an authority figure over them when she was only in her mid-twenties.
Their prodding, pinching-painful abuse of her sensitive areas galvanized her into renewing her efforts to protect her body by covering herself. She struggled, trying to close her legs. She couldn't move her feet, but she finally managed to put her knees together and she realized they'd tied her somehow with her knees drawn up. There wasn't enough slack to straighten her legs in any direction her body was capable of, or to pull her feet together.
Her relief in covering herself was short lived. In the next moment, she felt someone grip her knees brusingingly and pry them apart until her groin tendons protested. Despite the pain, her heart leapt suffocatingly against her chest wall and she braced herself, certain rape would come next.
One of the two that were tormenting her moved close. She could smell him, feel his body heat. Something nudged her nose and she tried to twist her head away. He grabbed two handfuls of hair, forcing her head back so that she was facing him. She didn't have to be able to see to know what was thrust in her face. She could smell the musky odor of his cock, could feel the prickle of his pubic hair as he crushed his groin against her face.
"Maybe I should take the tape off her mouth and stuff my cock in it?"
"Stupid! You want to give her the chance to bite it off? This is good. Can't see the tape from here. Looks like she's giving you a blow job.
Abruptly, the door slammed open and Emerald heard a new voice. "What the fuck? Son-of-a-bitch! Get the hell away from her before I break you in half!"
For several heartbeats it seemed everyone was too frozen with surprise at being caught even to move. Suddenly, however, the mattress beneath her shook violently as the two teens dove off, landing on the floor at a run. She heard the stampede of footsteps, followed almost immediately by grunts, thuds, cussing, falling objects and bodies. Chrissy screamed.
Emerald's heart was hammering so hard she thought she'd pass out. Hope had surged through her when she heard, and recognized, the new voice as Reece Yeager's. Although he had his own 'bad boy' image at the school, he was not malicious, merely more interested in school as a place to party and socialize than an institute of study. He was big-well over six feet and muscular enough he might well have played football at the school he'd attended before, though he'd shown no interest in sports since he'd transferred-not sports of that nature, anyway.
Regardless, no matter how big, it was still three against one and she didn't know whether she was more afraid he'd be hurt trying to rescue her, or that he'd be defeated, leaving her once more at the mercy of a group that obviously had none.
He might have engaged in some sparring with the two boys who'd been on the bed with her, but she thought David and Jeffery had managed to elude him and run … either that or he'd hit them so hard they weren't currently in any shape to move. The scuffling sounds had been reduced to the grunts and blows of two. Unlike Jeffery and David, who were cowards, Mike was the sort who could take punishment, and would, if it gave him the chance to mete out some.
To her knowledge, Reece had not been involved in any fights since he'd transferred. He seemed far more interested in making love, not war, and was so big that that alone seemed to intimidate most of the other students. Perhaps Mike thought Reece was a physical coward, despite his size-or too slow and clumsy to be much of a challenge. Apparently, he'd been wrong. It sounded as if Reece was hell bent on breaking everything breakable in the room-with Mike's body. She assumed so, anyway, because it was Mike who was cursing and grunting. Reece wasn't doing anything but growling.
He was not one of her students, not in any of her classes. She shouldn't have been able to recognize his voice, much less have known his name, but he was not the sort of man, even at nineteen, that any woman could ignore, and his voice-deep, husky, drawling-was not only memorable, it elicited tingles of sensual awareness in every female near enough to hear it. Since he was perfectly willing to flirt with any female that was interested in flirting with him, and nine tenths of the female student body was interested, she'd become all too disturbingly familiar with that lazy drawl even before he'd begun to take an interest in her.
She would never have admitted to anyone that she found him attractive, not even to herself if she could've avoided it. She'd done her best to convince herself that she wasn't attracted, not as a woman, that she held a purely subjective appreciation of a young man that was well above the ordinary in both looks, physical appeal and animal magnetism. It was nothing to concern herself about.
That worked right up until he decided to toy with her-She was certain of that much any way, that his interest in her was purely mischievous, spawned by the fact that he was well aware that she found him attractive when she shouldn't have and that she was struggling hard to ignore it.
It seemed to draw him like catnip … her determination to resist his charms … as if he felt challenged by it and needed to prove to himself that he could win her, be she ever so reluctant. For all that, he had never shown her anything but the sweet side of his nature, had always behaved in a gentlemanly way, and spoke respectfully, and a twinge of embarrassment skated along the fringes of her mind that he would see her in such a state, despite the pain, the fear, and her hopefulness of being rescued.
Finally, the sounds of battle resolved into the meaty thud of a body slamming against the wall and more running feet as Mike departed, screaming profanity and threats of retribution for Reece's interference.
Emerald thought for several horrifying moments that Reece had departed on his heels, giving chase, that she'd been abandoned. Finally, as her heart slowed to a more normal rhythm, she realized she could hear heavy breathing that was not her own.
Her heart began to accelerate again as she heard the person approaching. A heavy weight settled on the bed. If she hadn't been tied, she would have pitched forward. Several moments passed. "Sorry," Reece said, his voice raspy. "Guess this is what I get for smoking, huh?"
She had the uncomfortable feeling that it was more than the need to catch his breath, no matter how reasonable it sounded. Something about the tone of his voice told her he'd been studying her for several moments. Abruptly, she dismissed the suspicion. If he had been, she didn't want to think about it.
She felt a tug on the cloth around her head and a sharp sting as several hairs were plucked from her scalp. He was leaning close. She could feel the heat from his body. His cologne, or aftershave, tickled at her nostrils, sending a dizzying thrill of relief through her.
She was certain that was what it was that made her feel hot and close to fainting.
The blindfold came off. She blinked. A face swam into her vision, blurry at first, but quickly coming into focus.
Reece tossed the piece of cloth aside, never taking his gaze from her.
His hair was mussed, his right cheek swollen and red. He'd be lucky if he wasn't sporting a black eye by tomorrow. His expression was … strained … full of concern … but there was a gleam in his eyes that accelerated her heart rate once more.
His fingers were shaking slightly as he began picking at the gag. He pulled one edge loose, but then stopped. "This is going to hurt like hell, baby," he said gruffly.
She nodded, closed her eyes, bracing for it.
She gasped when he snatched it off. She opened her eyes again, blinking against the stinging tears as she felt his warm fingers along her jaw, cupping her chin. With a large index finger, he traced the chaffed skin around her lips. He released her when he saw she was looking at him and came up on his knees.
She felt a tug at her wrist. Vaguely, she realized he was untying her, but she had a hard time focusing on anything beyond the huge bulge in the jeans that he'd pressed almost to her nose as he leaned over her to reach the restrains. Closing her mind and her eyes to that hardened ridge of flesh, she turned her head, feeling it brush along her ear as she looked to see what he was doing.
He was frowning as he struggled with the cord that had been knotted around her wrist. His expression was more of anger, however, than concentration. After a moment, she glanced down and saw that the cord they'd used to secure her wrist had been tied to the post of the headboard, looped down and wound around a lower turning on the bedpost and then was threaded back through and tied to her ankle. Turning her head, she saw she was bound similarly on the other side. It explained why she hadn't been able to put her ankles together.
Embarrassment flooded her. They'd displayed her with a blatant sexuality that had not left her one ounce of modesty. No wonder Reece had had to nerve himself to release her. He was probably as disturbed at having a teacher posed before him like a female in a porn magazine as she was to find herself on display to a student … one she'd previously been far more attracted to than she should have been, but whom she hoped now that she would never see again.
Defying all logic, the combination of her awareness of her vulnerability, the blatant sexuality of her position of submission, the heat of Reece's body and the impossible-to-ignore erection, brought a flood of wetness to her femininity.
She closed her eyes again, trying to ignore it as she felt the cord slacken finally and her arm drop limply to the bed. In a moment, he had her ankle freed as well.
He stopped, adjusted his erection and reached for the other tie.
Emerald did her best to pretend she hadn't noticed that surreptitious adjustment, but the ridge that had strained against the fly of his jeans until it looked as if it threatened to pop the teeth from the zipper, now formed a straggeringly large ridge down one jeans clad leg.
Thankfully, she was distracted from both embarrassment and desire by the incredible pain of returning blood flow. She could barely lift her arm or move her leg, but the circulation assured her that she hadn't permanently lost sensation. She bit her lip, but groaned.
He glanced at her and she reddened. "Stings."
He nodded. "I'll have this loose in a minute."
She would have fallen when he finally released her, but he caught her against him, lowered her carefully to the bed and began rubbing her arms and legs. As the pain of returning circulation slowly subsided, she found herself shivering.
"Cold?"
She shook her head, but he was already half way out of his shirt. Draping it over her shoulders, he gathered her close to him, pulling her across his lap. She hadn't realized until he did so just how big he was. She felt dwarfed by him. It unnerved her and she stiffened, trying to pull away.
"Hey. It's OK. I'm not going to hurt you, baby."
Emerald looked up at him, startled, trying to decide how to handle the situation she'd found herself in. It was the second time he'd called her baby. Could it possibly be that he didn't know who she was? Was the lighting that bad in the room?
"Do you know what they did with your clothes?"
She shook her head and, to her horror, felt tears rush to her eyes as the realization struck her suddenly of just how close a call she'd had. They'd intended to frighten and humiliate her, perhaps even to blackmail her-but it could easily have escalated way out of hand if Reece hadn't shown up.
"T..thank you for helping me," she stammered finally.
He cupped her face in one huge hand that was big enough it could have covered her whole face, threading his fingers through her hair. "Did they hurt you?" he asked, his voice carrying an edge of fury.
The question brought her closer to tears. She sniffed, shook her head. He studied her trembling lips for several moments and then, before she even realized his intention, he covered her mouth with his own. Startled, she gasped and his tongue invaded her mouth like a conquering warrior, exploring every inch of the sensitive inner flesh. Faintly, she tasted cigarette and rum as his tongue raked along hers. It alarmed her-the realization that he'd had any alcohol at all. It alarmed her far more that, far from being repelled by his taste and touch, the caress of his tongue along hers sent a blinding wave of unexpected heat through her, sapping the strength from her limbs, bringing a flush of acute sensitivity to her skin. Her nipples tightened, hardening into two sharp, pouting points, throbbing for his touch. Her clit began to throb in anticipation, as well, gathering moisture into the walls of her sex for him.
She put her hands against his shoulders, intent on pushing him away, but he used the opportunity to pull her flush against his chest. She could feel the thunder of his heart against her breasts and it sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Her nipples, rubbing against his chest with each gasping breath, throbbed harder, making her breasts feel swollen and achy.
She was dizzy and breathless by the time he released her mouth, so weak she couldn't seem to lift her head. Instead of pulling away, he nuzzled her cheek, nibbled his way down her neck and then up again, thrusting his tongue in her ear, tracing the whorls of flesh that formed the shell. A shudder went through her, a rash of goose bumps lifting the fine hairs on her body in search of more stimulation.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't have a clue. When I noticed you'd disappeared and went to look for you they'd already snatched you. I had to beat the shit out of Charley to find out what was up."
"You looked for me?" Emerald asked, wondering why she couldn't make any sense out of what he was saying. Her mind had gone to mush as his hands began to skate over her skin in a restless caress, tracing the column of her spine from her neck to her buttocks, the curve of her waist. He reached around, cupping one of her full breasts and massaging it gently and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.
He twisted, lowering her to the bed and she looked up at him in confusion.
"God, baby! You're so beautiful. So beautiful."
She cried out as his mouth covered the pebbled tip of one breast and the muscles in her sex clenched almost painfully in reaction. "Don't! You mustn't do this," she managed to gasp as he suckled her nipple, trying to ignore the pleasure that cascaded through her with the scalding heat of his mouth, the spasming muscles of her sex as he tugged on the sensitive tip, flicked it with his tongue and then sucked again.
His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, touching off waves of pleasure as they stroked her restlessly, learning every inch of her flesh. She felt the nudge of his hand between her thighs, and then his finger sought and found the little nub of her clit, sending a shaft of need through her that was almost painful. He grunted in satisfaction when he delved inside her and felt how wet she was. Shifting, he caught her mouth in another searing kiss as he pushed her thighs apart and settled over her, almost crushing her with his weight, insinuating his hips between her thighs, forcing them wider. Something very hard, and very big nudged her cleft and her heart almost suffocated her with its painful flutter of excitement.
She gasped, breaking the kiss. "We can't … you can't."
He caught her lips again, lifting off of her. She was so dizzy, so disoriented, it was several moments before she realized he was fumbling for his zipper. She pushed against him, but in the next moment felt the head of his cock nudging her cleft, parting the petals of flesh.
Again, she broke the kiss. "Don't!" she gasped shakily, but it didn't sound convincing even to her own ears.
"Shhh, baby! Let me," he murmured coaxingly, grinding his hips against her so that his cock nudged and stroked her clit, sending debilitating waves of pleasure through her.
"I can't," she gasped. "You can't."
"I've wanted you so bad … so long. I get hard every time I look at you."
Her body responded, ignoring the warnings flashing in her brain. Moisture flooded her sex even as the head of his cock nudged her, finding the haven it sought at last. The hot moisture eased his way inside of her, but he was huge, stretching her to her limits, threatening to stretch her beyond her limits. She gasped, panting in an effort to force her body to relax and yield to his invasion, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as he pushed slowly, inexorably until she felt his cock plumbing her depths.
He went still then. She lay gasping, fighting the tension she knew would cause her pain, feeling her body struggling to accept his girth. Slowly, he pushed his upper body up to look down at her, gasping hoarsely as if he'd run a mile, tension in every muscle of his body. He was shaking with the effort to hold himself still, to allow her time to adjust, moisture beading his brow, his face taut as if with agony.
As she looked up at him, he groaned. "You're so tight, baby. So hot." He closed his eyes, fighting a battle. "I can't hold it, baby."
The words sent another flood of moisture through her, made her muscles clench around him. He groaned again, as if she'd mortally wounded him and began to move as if he couldn't control himself any longer, jerkily at first, pulling away slightly, then thrusting again, pushing her up the bed with the power of his thrusts, filling her so tightly that not one inch of the sensitive inner surface of her vagina lacked for stimulation.
"Oh God," she gasped, twisting her head from side to side as mindless bliss filled her, forcing little moaning gasps of pleasure from her throat as she felt her body rushing toward an explosive release. She lifted her knees, dug her heels into the bed as her body began to buck against him with a will of its own, meeting each thrust.
The movements sent him into a mindless sort of frenzy. Scooping his arms under her, he gripped her shoulders and pumped his cock in and out of her in short, hard thrusts.
He bent his head, sucked a love bite on her throat, then sought her mouth, kissing her deeply, mimicking the thrust of his cock with his tongue. She whimpered as her body convulsed around him in waves of ecstasy that rocked her to her core, her sex clenching his cock as tightly as a fist closing around him. His cock jerked inside of her as he growled his release into her mouth, spilling his seed in a hot tide inside her body.
She went limp when the tremors finally, slowly, began to fade, leaving her only semi-conscious. His body lay hot and heavy atop her, crushing her. Finally, he gathered himself and moved away.
He'd just adjusted himself and zipped his pants when the door of the room burst open, slamming back against the wall.
"Police! Freeze where you are!"
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