“Thought you’d get away, pet?” His bare, chiseled chest heaved with final pant; his prize caught. With his artful fingers, he slid his black, sweat cut-offs with a quick stroke, stepping out of them once his pants hit the floor.

“You know, she didna ‘spect ta get ‘way, Fang.” Raj leaned against the door frame of the bedroom, defined arms crossed over his exposed bust. His blue jeans hung from his hips as the unbutton fly gave a preview to his...

“Hey! You just left me in here. Did you expect me to just stay put?” Rolling onto a hip, Deli slowly slipped her legs under her. The sight of the two clones – naked and almost naked – sent her heart racing, but not as fast as her brain ran through exactly what they were going to do to her for punishment. She readied her self, coming to rest on her knees. Her fingers helped steady her shifting weight.

Before she could possibly react (which, still, she was expecting), Fangy tackled her back flat against her bed, using his weight hold her down. His chuckle rung in her ears as she began struggle, trying to free her limbs. Pinning her wrists to the bed, he pushed himself up to look over at his brother. Still in the entrance, Raj’s budding excitement began to show through his pants.

“Gonna help here, mate?”

“Seem to be doin’ fine.”

He sneered, turning back to the woman clasped beneath him. “Fine. More nummy treats for me…”

With a low growl, the jean-clad clone scooped up a coil of discarded rope from the floor.

“Not, yet, mate. ‘Elp me get ‘er shirt off.”

“Bloody ‘ell, ‘old ‘er still.”

“Watch the teeth! Teeth!”

“’Ere, you unhook that. I can’t reach…”

“’Old her tight then. Don’t let ‘er…”

“OW!”

“Right bit of luck!”

“What?”

“Commando!”

Rising up, Raj and Fangy panted heavily but admired their handy work. Her wrists were bound over her head to the headboard, with knots out of reach this time. Completely naked, her own flushed skin betrayed her level of tingle. Stepping down, the elder clone crawled under the bed to produce two lengthy silk scarves. Passing one to his friend, he began fastening one end of his to her leg, just above the knee.

They each pulled her legs apart and up so that her knees rested on the same level as her hips. Tying the other ends off to the bed frame, the boys stepped back for a moment to admire. Moaning with her complete exposure, she tested her bonds for hopes of escape. Her ragged breathing lifted her breasts, hardening her nipples to their visual delight. The strong scent of her musk, now that its bed lied open for their feasting, filled the room with a heady scent.

Licking his lips, her mate’s golden eyes flashed on his partners. “Shall we then?”

“Don’t know. She did take off on us.”

“Yeah, why be given ‘er a reward, eh?”

Leaping onto the bed, Lin’s mate dove her Deli’s most inner spot, licking and kissing her moist bits with a possessed hunger. Startled, the captive didn’t have time to scream; her breath froze in her lungs as her body tensed with the onslaught of sensation. The burning flared out from her chest, blazing across her skin and nervous in a frantic, rhythmic dance. Struggling to either fight the wave or to escape, neither clone can tell. But neither particularly cares.

“Bastard. Always jumpin’ right in…gettin’ the best parts.” Raj’s eyes drooped heavily as he smiled at her. Pressing his chest to hers, he took her mouth in his. Rolling his tongue along her lips before delving deep, he couldn’t help but smile at her shudder. Dragging one hand up her side, he slowly moved his finger tips along her breast. His fingers touched along her areola, playfully avoiding the petrified nipples.

Fangy hummed merrily as his lips pushed against Deli’s others. He wrapped his arms around her legs, gripping onto her hips to keep his delicious meal in place. His tongue divided her and pushed through her folds. She swelled like a blooming rose against his assault, opening before him all her hidden treasures. Knowing just where to play, where to suck, he drove her to the brink before easing off.

“Right, ready to switch?”

“Ai. Canna keep this up all night. Shall we?

“Sounds good, mate. But we’re not gonna keep Toga writin’ the whole time, are we?”

The duo looked over into the corner of the bedroom at the woman handcuff to the chair. On her lap, her fingers flew over the keyboard of her black laptop. Pausing from her journal entry, he looked up at the players before her. Her green-rimmed glasses had slipped down her nose as her own breathing appeared ragged.

“Um, hey, yeah. As much fun as this is, guys? If you’re not going to let me join in, I’d rather just go.”

Fangy and Raj looked at each other. With a slight shrug, their smiles turned wicked.