Marie Brandford looked afraid.

Daryl Hasselbeck liked that.

She leaned forward in the chair, hands tied behind her back, each ankle tied to one of the chair’s front legs. Her legs were naked and quivering with fear, her whole body seeming to tremble. Her short skirt hid little of what was beneath, a sliver of white panties showing.

Daryl really liked that.

The motel room was harshly lit by a pair of cheap lamps, the carpets stinking of winter mildew, even months into the spring. The floorboards creaked as he walked slowly around his hostage, enjoying the tension that came with his proximity. Watching him approach, her eyes were wide over her cleave gag, her cheeks rising up around the tightly pulled white scarf. Daryl let his big, rough fingers run through her blond hair, soft and silky, falling over her pert little breasts.

He loved that.

He growled a bit, low and menacing as he walked around the chair, slowly circling his victim.

“Your old man better come across with that dough, sweetie.” Marie glared at him, anger replacing her fear, resentment rising to the fore. “Oh, are you all pissed off now? You don’t like it when the big bad man talks about your daddy, huh? Okay, well, it’s only his money I give a damn about anyway.”

Daryl looked her over, glancing the backs of his fingers along her arms, from the T-shirt sleeve over her shoulder back to behind the chair, where her wrists were tied.

Daryl really loved that.

“But you? Oh sweetie, your money ain’t any good here, oh no, ohhhh nnnooooo…” Marie tried to pull herself away, leaning forward with a frightened little whine, the metal chair creaking beneath her. “Don’t worry too much about it, angel. I’ll send you back…when they pay.” Crouching behind her, Daryl pushed his face up to Marie from behind, his right cheek against her left. “But that don’t mean I won’t give you a little something to remember me by!”

The door swung open behind him, Daryl turning with a start. “What the—?”

“You don’t lock your door,” Shin Lu said, stepping into the motel room and slamming the door closed behind her. Small, Asian, dressed entirely in tight black, looking like a sexy ninja.

Daryl took her in, small and lean, half his size, and near to a third his weight. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Shin Lu,” she said with a small smile, glancing at Marie in the chair. “But you can think of me simply as…the end.”

Daryl chuckled, trying to imagine her overtaking his incredible physical advantage. “Looks like I get two-fer-one,” then ran around the chair and charged Shin Lu.

But she was quick to use his momentum against him. Even as he reached for her, inches from her throat, Shin Lu snapped to the side in a flash and was suddenly behind him. Ahead of him, the motel door was hard and unrelenting, hitting him hard in the face like some great, flat fist.

Marie looked over from the chair, trying to get a view of the action behind her, twisting her bound body to the side, arms and legs bending, frightened eyes fixed on the combat.

Daryl spun around to face Shin Lu again, a hard swing of his fist missing her ducking, dodging little frame. A second swing was another clear miss, but Shin Lu’s foot handily found Daryl’s thick gut, muscular yet layered with a protective sheet of flab.

Her fist hit his face with a sharp thwack, snapping his head to the side but not coming near to putting him off his feet. Even a second strike only delayed his charge. For the first time in their contest, Daryl felt like an equal match, maybe even more than equal.

But Shin Lu hit him with a blinding karate chop, blasting the ball of her palm into his chin, his neck cracking loudly with the force of the blow. Stunned, Daryl was unable to prevent her next move, a quick blow to his gut that sent him craning forward, the air rushing out of his lungs. A man of his size, Daryl wasn’t used to the feeling of his feet lifting up off the floor, but by then he was so disoriented and breathless that when he went flying over the little woman’s shoulders, it was all he could do to reach up and out and hope he didn’t land too hard.

The bed springs squeaked reassuringly beneath him.

Shin Lu was quick to cut the ropes from around Marie’s wrists, letting the woman untie her own ankles while she returned to the bed, Daryl still writhing in stunned pain, trying to catch his breath.

He looked up as Marie stepped up to stand next to Shin Lu, rubbing her wrists and both women looked down on Daryl.

“Well, well,” Shin Lu said, “what do we have here?”

“A filthy pig,” Marie said, sneering at him, the gag still idyl around her neck.

“I see,” Shin Lu said, stepping up to Daryl. “Is this true?”

Daryl chuckled, close to getting a second wind. He wheezed out, “Fuck you,” before Shin Lu threw a hard punch straight down into his gut. Daryl’s body bent upward, the rest of his breath pushed out of his lungs with another groan.

Shin Lu shook her head and turned to Marie. “What do you think we should do with him?”

Marie shrugged, looking him over. “He’s got to be punished.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Shin Lu said, glancing at Daryl’s swelling cock, an erection he’d long been fostering and was unable to hide. This is what he’d come for, what he’d waited for, what he’d paid for.

Shin Lu stepped back, arms crossed in front of her, while she watched with a quiet, sadistic glee to see Marie go to work.

Marie pulled her miniskirt and panties down over her long, pretty legs, pale and shapely, her shaved pussy glistening. Daryl’s mouth was already watering as Marie crossed in front of Shin Lu, pulling off her NYU T-shirt to finally reveal those perfect little breasts.

Instead of bothering to answer, Marie climbed onto the bed and straddled Daryl’s face.

Daryl really, really loved that.

He took in a deep breath, her own excitement clear to the senses. He knew she’d enjoyed her part in their little charade, and that she was continuing to enjoy the turnabout they were all there to implement. She liked being a hostage, and she liked turning the tables—a real pro.

Marie held her crotch above Daryl’s face, just out of reach. He pushed his head up, but she teasingly pulled it farther out of the way until once again taking control. She lowered herself onto his face, seductively positioning her crotch, pressing down over his face. His lips and tongue pushed up against her. His breath stopped up again; only Daryl’s nose peaked out from Marie’s pussy, but she ground down harder on him, enveloping his lips with her own.

He groaned and choked, Marie leaning on her knees as she shook her hips a bit, grinding down even harder. Daryl felt consumed, smothered, devoured.

“Eat me,” Marie said from above him with a vengeful snarl. “Eat me real good, you big dumb bastard! Do it!” He did his best under her weight even while she rode his face, undulating harder, stronger, dropping herself down onto his face. “That’s it, that’s fucking it!”

Daryl’s cock was pulsing, aching, tall and long and desperate as Marie sheathed it with a condom. She planted herself over the tip of his elongated, rock-hard cock and slid herself over it, slowly letting the head sink up and into her. He groaned with Marie’s hot, tight clench pushing down on him, her weight easing her body over his erection.

She stopped short on his huge cock, then went deeper.

Daryl loved that most of all.

Meanwhile, he was eating Shin Lu from another angle, wonderfully unable to make any progress, his meal only getting bigger and hotter the more he ate. Her taste was savory and juicy and his strained tongue only worked all the harder.

“That’s a good little pig,” Shin Lu said from above him, looking down on him with all the passionate anger of a submissive turned into a dominator, reveling in how liberated she felt in that moment. She couldn’t help but chuckle with her power, and with his powerlessness, and that laughter rang right to the core of Daryl’s body and soul.

He tried to push up, but the weight of the two women was more than he could handle. Marie pumped up and down on his cock, her entire body an instrument for his pleasure, a custom-made sex toy that fit him just a bit too tight. The pressure encircled his cock from all sides; he was her willing victim, ready to be eaten alive.

Marie’s splayed thighs sent her weight down onto her knees, digging into the mattress as they kept her elevated above Daryl’s body, her pelvis lowering up and down on his rock-hard cock. Up and down, ‘round and ‘round, Marie’s shins pressed flat against the mattress, her hands flat against Daryl’s massive chest as she leaned down on him.

Daryl lay there, arms stretched out, legs wide too, ready to push his weight up and into Marie as necessary. But she was doing all the work, and that suited both of them just fine. Marie was driving plenty of strength and energy down into Daryl, her pelvis bobbing and weaving on his cock, every shift in direction and speed sending pulses of ecstasy through Marie’s body and straight down into his.

Shin Lu now stood by the bed, an ominous presence. A look of loneliness seemed to wash over her.

Marie was in control, grinding on Daryl in a classic cowgirl position, her body leaning back as she dropped herself onto his upraised pole. Marie arched her back, her own hands stroking her naked, sweating body—a lean body leading up to her perfect breasts. She squeezed herself, twirling her own nipples, one under each hand, fingers matching their partners. Marie even leaned down and pulled one breast up to her own face, licking her nipple, eyes dipping shut in lusty satisfaction.

She looked down at Daryl to see him glaring at her, then her eyes clamped shut in private ecstasy.

Standing by the bed to oversee Marie’s lusty revenge, Shin Lu said, “Are you gonna cum already? You worthless, pathetic little worm! You’re not a man; you’re not even half a man!”

It was all too much: the hours he’d spent getting ready, anticipating, then the hours in front of the hotel, waiting for her to arrive so he could pounce. Even jerking off in the car couldn’t help his stamina now, with all the lording and bondage and fighting and fucking, that hot young woman on top of him, pinning him, crushing him.

His wad raced down his cock, his body trembling with its power, his cock flexing to throw that hot seed into the rubber reservoir hidden deep in Marie’s body. She kept pumping until he was dry, then slowed her grind and eased up off his burning dick.

Marie climbed off him, leaving Daryl to gasp and quiver on the bed, staring up, barely able to move. Marie wordlessly put on her clothes, the two women glancing at one another and then down at Daryl, not needing to say a thing.

Daryl relaxed on the bed as the women put on their shoes and Shin Lu crossed back to the bed. “Are you going to be okay?”

Daryl nodded, pushing back a lump in his throat and nodding. “Thank you.”

Shin Lu smiled, setting a business card on the end table, sliding it under the lamp. “Call us anytime, babe.” They left him in silence, hardly able to move. He thought about reading the card, but he hardly had the strength.

And he didn’t need to read it; he knew what it said.

Longshadows.