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  FLASHBACK MOUNTAIN

  CANDACE SMITH

  ISBN 9781615084050

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  Copyright © 2011 Candace Smith

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  Sizzler/Submission Novel of Bondage

  CHAPTER I. RESCUED

  Nicki knelt between Cain's thighs, with his warm swollen penis resting in her mouth while she slowly nursed on him. A peripheral glance to either side gave her a slight view of two of her friends. She could see Lucy and Sallie, and she knew that Saundra was behind her, out of her line of vision, and tending to Master Mathias. Sturdy wood brushed the top of her head, and Nicki remembered how the confining space under the heavy table used to make her feel caged.

  She inhaled a deep breath, expanding her chest so that her breasts touched his legs. The excitement of stealing this touch from him, caused her nipples to immediately tighten. She fought the urge to turn and rub her aroused peaks against him. Nicki's lips tightened around Cain's shaft with her slight smile, and she felt him pulse in acknowledgement.

  Contented, she closed her eyes and her tongue slid the length of his cock, tasting the soft skin and coaxing him in an attempt to remind him that she was there. She traced the familiar ridge around his spongy crown, and chanced a gentle nip. Cain's hand brushed the top of her head, stroking her lightly, but she also knew that it was a warning not to play too hard and to concentrate on her task.

  Nicki smiled again. Soon her wait would be over, and his hands would grasp the sides of her head while he thrust. With Cain's cock in her mouth, she inhaled through her nose. There was a faint smell of food from the table above her, mixing with the comforting musky scent of his flesh. Her empty stomach gave a small rumble of complaint. By the time she was allowed to lap at her own bowl of stew, it would be cold. This was Rule number five: Her Master eats first, allowing her the opportunity to convince him that she had earned her own meal.

  It had been years since Nicki bothered to eavesdrop on the Masters' conversations. For a while, she had held onto the fearful hope that she would overhear plans concerning the end of her captivity. Fearful, because Nicki realized that if such a situation was ever revealed, there could be only one frightening conclusion. She and her friends could never be set free.

  Cain's hand lowered to run gently down her long braid. Thank you, Master. After three strokes, he grabbed the blonde rope close to her scalp and she felt his free hand press against the other side of her head, capturing her head in his clutching fingers and pulling her into his groin. Although he did not need to hold her head… Nicki was more than agreeable to complete the act so that she could eat… Cain liked the control of taking any decision away from her. She had become accustomed to the relative safety and comfort of his power.

  His penis became thicker, and Nicki raised one of the hands resting on her thighs to massage his tightening sack. Her fingers lightly cupped and caressed, rolling the hard marbles with her practiced hand. This was a privilege she was not always allowed, and she had to earn it on a daily basis. Her fingertips brushed the soft skin, gently squeezing, and one finger stroked the thin strip between his sack and anus. Nicki knew every inch of her Master's body, and all of the touches and caresses that aroused him. She felt his cock quiver in her mouth, and it encouraged her to continue.

  In this position, Cain rarely drove his full length down her throat. Nicki sucked in panting gasps when his thrusts became deeper, blocking her air passage when he pushed forward. Salty pre-cum juice dripped so far back in her mouth, that she barely acknowledged the taste. Her stomach, however, gripped at the promise of food.

  For a brief moment, Nicki was aware of the grain in rough planks under her knees. Quickly diverting her attention from the discomfort, she continued coaxing his cock and caressing his balls until she felt his body tense. Painful tugs from the fingers threaded and gripped through her hair, fisting and immobilizing her while his hips pressed up and he exploded. Nicki swallowed the sticky fluid, shot into her mouth in jerking spurts while she continued to stroke his balls. Cain's eruptive flow slowed, and his cock drooled cum onto her tongue while he emptied. Nicki continued to eagerly suck, lick, and squeeze his softening sack and penis until he was through.

  The grip on her head loosened, and Nicki turned towards his hand when his thumb brushed her cheek. She kissed his fingers and knelt back to zip his cleaned cock behind his jeans. Quivering while she looked at her food, Nicki's stomach cramped… always complaining… and she folded her hands behind the small of her back and leaned over to eat from the ceramic bowl resting on the floor by Cain's boot. Soft laps and quiet chewing assured her that her friends were eating slowly, and she would not have to hurry and risk being pulled from her bowl before she was finished. This was the normal afternoon meal that she had enjoyed with her Master for the past ten years.

  In the distance Nicki heard a loud pop, and she froze for a moment at the unexpected sound. All of them did. There was a burst of unified urgency as the Masters' chairs scraped back from the table.

  "Out… now," Master Solomon ordered.

  Nicki managed to snag a thick carrot and pull it into her mouth before she scrambled out from under the table. Half her dinner was still in the bowl and she felt cheated, until she looked at Cain's face. Her Master was worried, and the expression seemed out of place. Nicki's fingers toyed nervously with the tail at the end of her braid. Nothing good ever came out of an unexpected break in their routine.

  "Come." Nicki followed Cain out of the lodge, with the others close behind them. They divided to travel to their separate cabins, and Nicki had to run to keep up with Cain's long strides. She was trembling by the time they reached their home.

  Cain's deep blue stare turned to scan the tree-line at the edge of the clearing, and another shot rang out. Oh my god. Nicki cowered against his back, trying to absorb comfort from his strength. Say something, Master Cain. Tell me what's going on. Instinctively, she knew to be silent, but she desperately needed his reassurance.

  Cain led the shaking girl to the corner by the bed, and she panicked when he reached for the chain bolted into the log wall by the headboard. She dropped to her knees, quivering even harder, while she looked up to him so he could lock the short chain to her collar. His thumb brushed down her jaw and he smiled. Tears were shining in her blue eyes while she stared fearfully up at him. His eyes lowered to her breasts, firm pale globes that currently shivered, their rosy tips tightened in fear. He let a hand stroke her pussy, and even with this threat, she moistened obediently.

  His fingers traveled up her belly, stopping to hold the weight of one breast while he studied her quivering lips. Nicki's fear and confusion were his preferred aphrodisiac, and this look would have aroused him, under different circumstances. Cain knew that he needed to calm her, and he considered using the gag. "Everything will be fine, Nicki."

  Everything might have been fine, if Sallie had not screamed when another shot rang out. Cain ran from the cabin, leaving Nicki frightened and crouching by the bed. There were voices out in the clearing, and it took Nicki a moment to realize that not all of them belonged to the Masters. She fell back against the wall, quietly crying and quivering so hard that her teeth chattered, and feeling her fear reach into her bones.

  Cain's voice raised, and then Mathias said something about private land. Nicki pressed her hands to the sides of her head, squeezing her eyes closed and trying to block out the inevitable terrifying idea that she was about to be rescued.

  Nicki had no idea how long she had remained that way. A hand touched her knee and she whimpered and pushed back into the wall, trying to wedge
herself behind the bed. Through her blocked ears she heard deep soft murmurs, but the smell of the man was not her Master.

  The six man hunting party knew that they were on private land. There were five hundred acres of prime mountain woods, owned by some investment conglomerate that never used it. The friends had driven by the overgrown trail for years, watching good sized deer run into the brush.

  The group had made the week long hunting trip together for the past five years, and it had been three years since any of them had managed a successful shot. Their assigned territory was swarming with other hunters, and rather than return home without their share of venison, they decided to risk getting caught and trespass. Their intentions were to stay in the foothills, but throughout the day they kept moving up the heavily wooded slope. The hunters decided that the sound of the traffic on the highway was chasing their prey deeper into the woods.

  Just after noon, Jimmy shot twice at a five point buck, wounding him. Leaving the animal suffering was a break in their unwritten code, so they followed the blood trail further up the mountain until they found the injured animal. The third bullet found its mark, but before they could celebrate, they heard a woman's scream further up the mountain.

  While they trekked cautiously towards the sound, Andy nervously stroked the trigger of his rifle. The army training from younger years was kicking in, and when he looked at his friends, it occurred to him for the first time how completely useless it was to spend hundreds of dollars on the sturdy camouflage clothing, only to scream their presence with a fluorescent orange vest.

  Slowly making their way up the slope, they found a clearing. There was a large rustic wood lodge in the middle, with two smaller cabins on each side. Behind the cabins, the men could see a few miscellaneous outbuildings and a garden, giving the appearance of a small homestead that had been lived in for years. The settlement did not have the look of an occasional vacation getaway for wealthy executives or cheating husbands, that the hunters had expected to see. All of this was taken in quickly, because the hunters' eyes were pinned to the four men standing in the middle of the clearing, holding shotguns and glaring at them.

  "Fuck," Andy muttered. He could not remember the exact dollar amount of the fine for hunting out of their assigned territory, but he knew that it was stiff. Plus, they were on some 'rich boys' property, and bile pooled in his stomach when he considered the battery of lawyers taking the hunters to court for trespassing.

  The men lifted their shotguns in warning, staring at the five hunters. Five? Andy looked at his friends, and he realized that Jimmy was missing. His eyes narrowed on the men with the guns and he studied them. The guys staring them down did not look rich. They had days old beards and long hair, and were dressed in faded jeans and flannel shirts. It was not the crisp wealthy look that Andy expected to see, and he wondered if these guys were also trespassers.

  One of the men said something about private land, and Harry challenged him and told him to prove that they belonged on the property. The argument began to get aggressively heated and much louder.

  "We heard a scream." Andy hoped that changing the subject would calm things down. Instead, the heads of the strangers lowered onto the butts of their shotguns… and they aimed. Oh, fuck.

  "Drop them. Drop them now, assholes, because I'm sure as hell taking at least one of you down if you shoot," Jimmy threatened. He was standing between two cabins, and Andy almost pissed himself waiting for the men to decide. The shotguns were finally lowered.

  After a few tense moments, Andy broke the silence. "Someone screamed," he reminded his friends.

  With four hunters holding a gun on each of the men, Andy and Harry began searching the structures. Andy slowly entered a cabin on one end, and he felt a hollow knot of fear drip acid onto his ulcer when he opened the door. Hopefully, all of the strangers were in the clearing and under the watchful guard of his friends.

  One wall was taken up by a massive stone fireplace, with a worn overstuffed chair in front of it. A small table stood beside it, with something metal on the surface. Andy frowned when he looked closer and saw that they were clamps of some kind. There was a wardrobe against one wall, and a heavy four poster log bed with a chest pushed up against the foot rail.

  Thinking the cabin was empty, Andy turned to leave. Just as he reached the door, he looked back once more, and his eyes caught slight movement beside the bed. He clutched his rifle and nervously walked around the chest. Crouching low and trembling, there was a naked bruised woman cowering in the corner and chained to the wall. "What the fuck?"

  Andy squatted in front of her and stared in disbelief at the frightened girl. She was shaking and crying, squeezing her eyes closed and pressing her hands over her ears so tightly that the muscles in her arms quivered. "It's okay," he said quietly.

  Andy reached out and touched the top of her knee. The girl whimpered and pushed deeper into the corner by the bedpost. The poor woman was terrified, and Andy had no idea what to do. With his eyes fixed on the girl, his hand searched the top of the bed and he grabbed the comforter and wrapped it around her.

  When Nicki felt the blanket being pushed around her, she gripped it and pulled it up to her chin. Andy was slightly encouraged, and thought she wanted to cover herself. He did not know that Nicki had not considered her nudity in years.

  It was not hiding herself from the stranger's staring eyes that was running through her panicked mind. She kept her eyes closed and breathed in Cain's comforting scent. Cain? Master, help me. Nicki finally opened her eyes when she heard the stranger crossing the floor and walking out of the cabin.

  Andy was dazed, and he was trying to accept his discovery of the chained girl while he walked back towards his friends in clearing. Harry was headed towards them from the cabin on the other end, and Andy had a feeling that his own face mirrored the same pasty shocked look. "Jimmy," Andy's voice cracked. "Jimmy, they've got women up here."

  Paul climbed onto the roof of the buildings, holding his cell phone up and praying for a signal. It was lucky they were only one day into their trip, and his phone still had a charge. With his arm stretching high overhead, he remembered his friends making fun of him for not leaving it in the truck. "Come on… come on, dammit." He willed the 'No Service' words to disappear.

  Standing on the peaked roof of the lodge, Paul was finally rewarded with an erratic one bar signal. He punched in 911, and hit 'Send', hoping the dispatcher would pass it on, and that GPS could track the location. Three tense hours passed before they heard voices and rustling through the woods. Paul called out, and the sheriffs rode their horses into the clearing, escorted by park rangers and one paramedic. It was the usual patrol they sent out for hunting accidents, caused by some city boy with a shotgun who was trying to be macho.

  The sheriffs and rangers lifted their own rifles, while the paramedic hid behind them. When the call had come in and GPS located the signal on the private property, they had scrambled for maps of the unfamiliar area. "Lower your rifles, and slowly put them on the ground," the sheriff ordered. Expecting to find a wounded hunter, Sam was trying to determine what the hell he was seeing. Four men were sitting in a circle, with six hunters standing over them holding shotguns. Sam sensed the tension in the men when they complied with his request. "Who called in?"

  "I did," Paul replied. He looked nervously at the sheriff and rangers, figuring that they were probably aware that this was private property. He certainly was not going out of his way to remind them of the fact. "We heard a scream and came up to investigate." Paul nodded towards the four men. "These guys have got women, beaten and chained in the cabins."

  Sam's professional investigative street mode immediately kicked in. "Jerry, I want you, Kenny, and the rangers to wait out here." The men dismounted, and Sam turned towards the paramedic. "Henry, grab your pack." Sam could see the young man was scared. The kid was probably barely twenty, but the difficult job and low pay of covering hunting season, did not lend itself to seasoned medics.

 
; Andy shuffled his boots through the dirt, and said, "Other than covering them, we've left them alone. When we tried to get near them, or even talk to them to calm them down, they became hysterical. The one in the second cabin is in some kind of a trance." Andy thought of the little brunette, staring blankly across the cabin and not making a sound. He did not mention that he thought he heard her whisper, "Master Dwain." Andy was still unsure whether or not he had imagined it.

  Sam led Mike and Henry to the first cabin, and the three of them found a girl huddled behind a quilt, wearing a collar that was chained to a bolt in the log wall. Sam shook his head, as if he could clear away the image he was seeing. He knelt in front of her and looked up at his deputy. "Mike, call this in. Get ambulances waiting on the highway… and get those fucking animals cuffed."

  Nicki heard a man speaking to her, and she trembled in a continuous shake. Her eyes hurt from squeezing them closed and hoping that when they opened again, Master Cain would be there to hold her. A hand reached out to take one of her wrists, and Nicki howled and kicked out blindly, scrambling her feet on the planked floor and trying to press herself into the logs to hide. The man kept speaking in a low droning monotone, and he finally grabbed her arm and held it out.

  "No," she screamed. Her eyes opened, and she searched frantically behind the men. "Master." Nicki wailed for Cain, terrified by the sight of these uniformed strangers. The grip the big man had on her wrist tightened.

  "Henry, dammit," Sam hissed. The kid had frozen when the girl called out. His eyes were wide with shock, and Sam was ready to grab the needle and give her the injection himself.

  Henry's hand was shaking when he slid the needle into her arm. Thank god I didn't need to hit a vein. The sight of the beautiful girl chained in terrified fear, would haunt him for years. It also stirred something uncomfortably within him, and his mind would reach back for the memory when he was screwing his wife.

  Henry Pritchard had just passed the paramedic course a year ago, and he joined the Freemont County rescue team to earn extra money for the baby that was due in the spring. The county paid for the crash course in treating bullet wounds and setting bones, but never in Henry's wildest imagination, had he expected to treat four feral women begging for men they called Masters. He was afraid that he would cause more damage, because psychological training sure as shit was not something covered in his crash course. He was grateful that the sheriff had decided the best thing to do, was to render them unconscious until professional help was available.