Chapter 23 Kiana's breeding (3)

There was a polite, deep cough at the open bedroom door. Kiana jumped to her feet, noticing only now that the movers had stopped talking. They stood inside her bedroom's doorway, James in front with arms crossed. They were grinning as she hastily straightened out her skirt, a blush crossing her face.

"All moved in, Kiana," James announced, and Kiana nodded quickly.

"T-thanks guys, you helped me out a lot!" Kiana said, wondering if they had seen her hand under her skirt.

"Now, about our payment..." James said.

"Oh, right..." Kiana said, "Let me just get my checkbook..." She stepped towards the doorway somewhat slowly. She was beginning to think of ways to keep them around – invite them to stay for coffee, or to move in just one more piece of furniture that she hadn't quite bought yet, or -

But Kiana didn't have the chance to think. The door slammed shut before she got there.

"Not that kind of payment, Kiana."

She stopped. "Um, do... do you guys only take cash then?"

This time they all laughed - strong hearty laughs. "Oh no, we're not going to take money from you, Kiana." James said, stepping forward, "I discussed it with my boys, and we all agreed that we'll be taking something else tonight..."

Kiana felt very small before the wall of muscle-bound men, "W-what will you take then?" She asked, backing up slightly. There was nowhere to go. A knowing chill ran up her spine. James grinned.

"You."

The men were on Kiana in an instant – their strong hands grabbing her arms, roving up her legs, fondling her breasts. She couldn't even let out a yelp– her lungs were paralyzed around her terror-chilled heart. The men pawed her inner thighs, over her taut belly, down her back, up her neck, around her breasts – petting her whole transfixed body through her clothes.

"Oh god! What are they doing!?" Kiana panicked. Their hands were so hot, and they pinched her ass and grabbed her breasts so forcefully, so eagerly. Kiana tried to cross her legs, but powerful fingers pried between her tightened thighs anyway.

"Stop!" Kiana cried out, "Get off me!"

Her protest fell on deaf ears. They boys had found their new toy. James spoke behind her, his chest pressing against her back.

"I told you Kiana, I don't settle for just any girl. And it seems like you do want this..." She felt his hand slide up her thigh till it disappeared under her skirt. She jumped as his hot fingers ran across her hot, moist thong.

His chuckle reverberated through Kiana's light frame, "I think you want this more than you're ready to admit!" He stroked along her wanting slit, and Kiana's knees nearly buckled as she let out an involuntary moan.

"N-no! Get away from me!" Kiana began to struggle, to break free from the groping men. But they were too strong for her, and it goaded them on. They lifted Kiana's arms up and peeled off her t-shirt. Her skirt slid down her legs and pooled on the floor. Tara stood between them, only her lacy bra and pink thong to protect her. Their rough hands touched bare skin as she vainly tried to cover up and push them away.

James's voice played in her ear. "It's been awhile since we had an employer as sexy as you, Kiana..." A hand grabbed her bare ass as another grasped one of her laced breasts, "or as ready to get fucked. We're pretty pent up, you know..." With a click, her bra went slack and fell to the ground. James cupped her bare tits from behind before she could cover them herself.

"Mmm, that feels so good..." Kiana thought, despite her fear. Her alarmed gasp turned into a moan as those rough fingers toyed with her hardening nipples... "NO!" she back-thought, "What am I thinking!? I won't let them rape me!!" Her heart pounded in her chest, but she couldn't tell if it was from terror, or excitement.

"You're not going to fuck me, James!" She yelled, her heart jolting at the thought of James and the men taking her. She redoubled her struggle, trying to land a kick on the men holding her. They simply pressed closer.

"But of course I am, Kiana. We all are..." The foreman replied as more rough fingers slid under her minute throng strings. The fabric clung to her sex before peeling away and dropping to the ground at her kicking feet. The three men felt in turn between her legs. Kiana tried to lock her thighs in vain. No doubt they felt how wet she was getting, she knew. Kiana felt her thighs loosening to let their pressing touches in despite herself...