Cruel Boundaries (10 page)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Noah~

I was ready to fuck Amy on the dance floor. I’m so glad when she allows me to drag her off the dance floor. I keep a tight hold of her hand, pulling her towards the exit.

I throw my arm around her shoulder, while digging the keys out of my pocket. When we get to the car I open the door for Amy. I let her get in, close the door and walk around the car. I’m in a hurry to get home.

I get in the car, close the door and pull on the safety belt. I look over to Amy to make sure she has hers on when the blood drains from my face and starts to pound through my body.

Louisa has a gun to Amy’s head. At first I can only stare before the adrenaline starts to pump through my body.

“Hey, Noah,” Louisa says, as if we’re friends and she’s not holding a gun to my girl’s head. “I thought we should all take a drive. We have some unfinished business.”

I clear my throat, not sure I can get a word out. It seems crazy runs in their family. Finally I get the words out, “Let her go, Louisa. She has nothing to do with this.”

Louisa’s eyebrows rise and she gives a bitter burst of laughter. “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong. It’s because of her that you left Brad when he needed you most, so I want to see what’s so special about her.” She shoves the gun hard against Amy’s head and I hear Amy whimper. “Drive, Noah,” Louisa says way too calmly, “to the cabin.”

~*~

A million thoughts rushed through my mind. I thought about crashing the car, but Amy didn’t have time to put on her seatbelt, and I won’t risk her life.

When I pull up to the cabin, everything is dark. The last time I was here was when we found Amy. I never thought I’d be back here again.

“Get out,” Louisa says, “if any of you try anything I’ll shoot you both. Don’t think I won’t do it. Brad learned from the best.” Her voice isn’t calm, it’s dead! There’s no emotion, no anger, no hatred – and it scares the shit out of me.

We get out of the car and I move to Amy’s side. “Louisa, you don’t want to do this. Just let us go. We won’t tell anyone.”

By the time I see the gun, it’s too late. It slams hard into my cheek and I stagger back a step.

“Noah!” Amy screams. She grabs hold of me, helping me to stay in a standing position.

“Get in the cabin, please,” Louisa says, sounding sickly sweet. I think I preferred the dead voice better.

The second I get a chance I’ll have to take her out. I can’t let her hurt Amy.

When we walk into the cabin, Louisa flips on the lights. My eyes widen and my jaw drops open. “Fuck,” I hiss, my eyes darting from the one photo to the other. They’re all over the place. Photos of Brad and Louisa naked and doing stuff no brother and sister should do.

Amy moves closer to me and I grab hold of her hand.

Louisa walks to the nearest photo and picks it up. She stares at it with an eerie smile on her face. “We used to have so much fun.” She turns to us and shoves the photo into our faces. Fuck, like I needed a close up of that! “You took this from me! You took Brad from me and now I’ll never have him again.” She smiles at me and it sends chills down my spine. “You’ll just have to do now. Up the stairs you go,” she smiles even wider.

I try to stay between Amy and Louisa at all times. When we reach the top of the stairs I turn to Louisa, hoping I can talk some sense into her.

“Why are you doing this, Louisa. You’re just making things worse for yourself.”

She indicates with the gun that we should keep walking. “The room at the end of the passage, it’s mine. I think you’ll love what I did with it.”

I pull Amy to the side of me, again putting myself between her and Louisa. When we get to the room I let Amy go in first. She stops dead in her tracks and I bump into her.

From behind me Louisa says, “Brad loved you, Noah. You know I was okay with that. I thought we’d make a great threesome. I told Brad he could have you.” On the one side of the room is a chair with a camera already set up. On the other side is a bed and next to the bed is a table with various sexual items on it. “We’re going to make a movie for Brad.” 

I frown and look over the room again. “What kind of movie.”

Louisa shoves the gun into my back, forcing me forward. “Brad’s favorite kind of course … porn. I think you’ll like the outfits I picked for you.”

Once we’re in the room, Louisa closes and locks the door. “Your outfits are on the bed. You should put them on.”

I walk closer to the bed and see what looks like pants. I pick it up and when I inspect it closely I notice there is no leather in the front or back, leaving my ass and dick open. “You have got to be fucking kidding. This covers nothing!”

Louisa shakes her head, walks over to the chair and takes a seat. She rests her hand holding the gun on her knee, pointed at us. “It’s supposed to be open, Noah. It’s for easy access and so I can get a good close up of you fucking her.”

I scoff at Louisa. “You think I’m going to get it up with you holding us at gun point?” 

She waves in the direction of the table. “Viagra should help with that minor problem. Now get dressed, swallow the pill and let’s get this show going.”

“There’s no fucking way!” I spit at the crazy bitch. She doesn’t hesitate pointing the gun in Amy’s direction. “Fuck her or she dies.”

~*~

I’ve stripped down to my boxers. Amy is still frozen on the spot. I grab the pants and I’m just about to pull them on over my boxers when Louisa says, “Naked, Noah. You both need to strip down and then put on the outfits.”

I take a deep breath, searching for strength in the very air I’m breathing. I need to come up with a plan to get us out of here alive. I’m in no way ready to fuck Amy in front of Louisa and have it recorded.

Amy picks up the outfit she’s supposed to wear and turns her back to us. She takes off her jacket and I hear Louisa chuckle. “Love what Brad did with your back, I want to catch that on camera for him.”

Amy quickly pulls the outfit over her head. I watch her hand cover her mouth and she looks at me from over her shoulder, her eyes are huge. I take a step forward and then see why. It’s some sort of dress that leaves her breasts exposed.

I shake my head at her, at a loss for words.

She reaches a hand out to me and squeezes my arm, a weak smile around her lips. I can see she’s trying to be strong. I don’t know where she gets the strength from after all she’s been through.

“Aww… how sweet, she’s trying to reassure you,” Louisa sneers, breaking through our moment.

I don’t take my eyes from Amy’s. She swallows hard and then whispers, “let’s just do this so we can get it over with and out of here.”

I don’t think Louisa is just going to let us walk out of here. She’s crazy enough to kill us on camera.

I keep my eyes on Amy as she strips out of her boots and skirt. The sight of her ass alone is enough to stir my dick to life. She pulls the skimpy-as-fuck, poor excuse for a dress down, and it only covers half her ass, leaving her cheeks and pussy exposed. The sight of her in the extremely provocative outfit gets me hard in an instant.

I glare at Louisa and then strip out of my boxers. I pull on the pants and wonder why she’s bothering to give us these outfits, if everything is hanging out anyway.

“You both look so hot,” Louisa purrs, and I can’t keep the look of disgust from my face, thinking she did this with Brad. No wonder he’s fucked in his head, with a sister like Louisa you can’t blame the dude.

~*~

“You,” Louisa points at Amy, “get on the bed on your hands and knees.” As Amy starts to move, Louisa gets up, and holding the camera in her one hand and the gun in the other, she moves closer. I’m guessing she wants a better view, and it sickens me.

Before I lose the hard-on, I turn to watch Amy. If I want to keep it up I’ll have to keep my eyes on her. The sight of Louisa is enough to make any dick shrivel.

“Noah, stand behind her and then I want you to enter her slowly. I want to get a good shot of this.” Now if only I could mute the bitch.

I go stand behind Amy and her ass is right in front of me. I place my hands on her hips, and I can feel her body trembling. I gently squeeze her hips and she pushes her ass back, exposing her pussy to me and it’s such a beautiful sight.

I frown and then keeping my eyes on Amy, I ask, “What about condoms?”

Louisa gives a bark of laughter. “We’re doing this bareback. I don’t want any shit in the way. It kinda ruins the mood.”

I close my eyes. It’s not that I’m not clean. I always use a condom. This is just the absolute last place I want to conceive a child.

Amy glances over her shoulder and whispers, “I’m on the pill.” A slight tremor of relief fills me.

“Fucking do it already!” Louisa screams. She walks closer, both the camera and gun on Amy.

I promised not to hurt Amy, and I don’t intend to break the promise. I slide one hand over her ass down to her pussy. I slip a finger over her entrance and I’m surprised to find her wet.

“Oh yes, Noah, now you’re getting the idea,” Louisa purrs.

I pull away from Amy and glare at Louisa. “Would you shut the fuck up? Every time you open your mouth my dick dies a little. If you want your movie, just shut up and film.”

Louisa smiles at me. That’s not the reaction I expected. “I love a man who can take charge.”

I tune her out as best I can, take hold of my dick and press it to Amy’s pussy. I let the tip slide in and I’m again surprised when Amy’s ass lifts even higher, trying to take me in.

Besides the shit happening around us right now, watching my dick slowly fill her is the fucking most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I watch her pussy expand to take all of me, and I can’t help but slam into her the last few inches.

“Do it again and do it slower,” Louisa says, her voice hoarse and I shudder to think why.

I pull out almost all the way and try to go in even slower this time. I watch Amy’s pussy eat my dick until I’m in all the way.

“One more time, then we’ll move on,” Louisa orders.

Fucking Amy so slowly is killing me, but I pull back and enter her slowly again. I feel every inch of her suck me in, until it becomes almost too much.

Louisa walks over to the table. I see some weird shit I don’t even know the names of, and a pair of handcuffs and some rope. If I can someway distract Louisa, I can use the handcuffs and rope on her.

Louisa picks up this weird looking thing. It almost looks like a horse’s tail, but it’s made of leather.

“You’re going to take this and every time you pull out I want you to flog her.”

I just stare at the bitch and eventually I spit the words out, “There’s no fucking way I’m hurting her. You’ll have to shoot me then.”

I pull out of Amy ready to take my chances and fight the bitch.

~*~

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Amy~

If Noah doesn’t calm down this crazy bitch is going to kill us!

“Just do what she says so this fucking night can end,” I yell, my anger flaring past my fear.

I’m not sure if she’ll shoot us, but I’m not taking my chances. Her brother tried to fucking kill me, so I won’t put it past her.

She comes closer to me and then she pulls back the arm that’s holding the whip thing. It comes down hard over my back and my legs and knees give way with the pain tearing through me.

“Don’t fucking hit her!” Noah yells, and he steps between us.

“You’re so protective of her. Brad assured me you hated her.” I get back to my hands and knees, in time to watch her whip Noah across the chest. He doesn’t even flinch and I watch the red marks appear on his skin.

“So you get off whipping people?” Noah grinds his teeth and then bites the words out, “Whip me all you want, but you don’t touch her.”

Louisa nods and then points the whip thing at me. “Fuck her and I’ll flog you.” She goes to put the camera back on its stand and then walks out of my line of sight.

I glance at Noah again and my eyes sweep over his body. Sweat is beading on his skin, making him sweaty and delicious. When my eyes land on his dick, my insides clench. I can’t help how my body responds to him. I’m so thankful he’s here and it’s him fucking me. I’ll do anything as long as it’s with him and we get out of here.

We just need to survive!

He walks out of my sight and I feel his hands on my hips again.

“Let’s get this going. Fuck her until you come, Noah. I want Brad to hear your moans. Once you come you can go. Make it worth the show, or you do it all again.”

I feel him press his dick to my entrance and he starts to slowly fill me. My muscles clench wanting him hard and fast. This slow thing is torture!

I hear the sound of the leather whipping over Noah, and he thrusts hard into me, making a moan drift up my throat. I hear him groan at the same time, and I pray it’s from pleasure and not because the bitch is hurting him.

~*~