[smg id=31099 type=normal align=center width=150] by Kasey Millstead

disgusting.”
    “Wrong.  Or, maybe you’re right.  Either way, it doesn’t matter, because I’m going to fuck you in ways you’ve only ever dreamed about.  And, I don’t care if you enjoy it or not.  Now, are you going to behave like a good little girl, or do I need to flip you over and spank that tight little ass first?”
    “Fuck you.  My brother will find you and he’ll gut you alive.”
    “If you don’t shut up, I’ll find something other than the gag to shove in your mouth.  As for your brother, by the time he comes to rescue you, assuming that he finds you – which he won’t – you’ll be ruined anyway.  They won’t want you back.”  He unclasps the shackle from my left ankle, and keeping a firm grip on me, he flips my body effortlessly.
    “I think you need a spanking.”
    “No!  No!” I begin to scream, my voice quickly turning hoarse. I don’t care. I keep screaming out.  He re-ties my leg and shoves the cloth back into my mouth forcefully.
    “Be a good little girl, Willa,” he cajoles.  “Actually, struggle a little, I like it.”
    He gently peels my panties down, exposing the skin beneath.
    Silent tears leak down my cheeks and I pray that Oak and Rad will find me before it’s too late.
    “Such a perfect little behind.  Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, Willa?” he asks, his tone deceptively soft.
    I sob instead of answering.  His hand comes down on my skin softly and he traces his fingers over my flesh.  Murmurs of appreciation escape his lips as he admires my behind, and I fight the urge to vomit.
    Please, Oak.  Hurry.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
    Oak
     
     
     
     
     
    We slowly ride south, through the industrial estate in Dale.  I watch Rad in front of me.  He looks from side to side and I can only guess he’s trying his hardest to remember anything that will jog his memory so he knows we’re on the right path.  I need to be patient, I know that.  But, it’s fucking hard.  I’m getting antsy.  I grind my teeth and clench the handlebars.
    Come on, Rad.
    Finally, he turns and gives me a signal.  He looks relieved and I feel my features mimicking his as hope speeds my heart rate up a notch.  He turns off the asphalt onto a beaten dirt road, and as we ride down, an old building comes into view.  It’s slightly hidden behind some trees, providing us the perfect vantage point to scope the place out before we go in.
    We cut the engines and roll forward beneath the cover of the lush green trees.
    “See anything?” I ask Rad as we both climb off our bikes and look around.
    “Nope.”
    “You sure this is the same place from when you were a kid?”
    “Yep.”
    “Looks vacant, bro.”
    “Yeah, it does.”  He sounds dejected.
    “Check that out,” I say, pointing to my right, past his head.  “Fresh tire tracks.”
    “Fuck, you’re right.”
    I creep over closer to get a better look.  There is only one set leading to the building, none coming out.
    While I’m there, I shoot off a quick text to Dunlop alerting him of our location and telling him to send backup.  I know full well I won’t be waiting for the boys to arrive, but I do it anyway.
    Got it. Boys are 30 minutes out. – D
    I stare over the building, looking for movement, pricking my ears for sound, using all of my senses to do the job they were trained to do.  The longer I glare at it, the more certain I become that Willa is in there.  We just have to find a way to get her out safely.  Fuck knows how many men Miguel has in there with him.
    When I walk back over to Rad, he’s checking his pistol is loaded.  I do the same to my own.  I tuck one weapon in the back of my jeans, one in my ankle holster, and one inside my cut. 
    Then I check to make sure the knife inside my boot is still there.  It is.  I look to Rad.
    “Ready?”
    He nods.  “Let’s do this.”
    I jerk my chin to an area beside the warehouse.  “There.”
    “Let’s go.”
    We bolt across to the area I picked out,