Back For More (A Free Short)

Here's another post-Hellcats short story, originally released with Quickies: Hellcats. If you haven't, you should probably read the Hellcats Trilogy to fully enjoy this one.

When Ryan, his girlfriends, and the ladies of the Hellcats decide to revisit their favorite vacation spot, Angel takes him for another brutal BDSM session with Becca the bartender.


“So...she's different this time? Cause, I gotta admit, I think it might be more fun to just do it with only you and me,” Ryan said as Angel led him through the town.

“No, really! She's different now, I promise. I even fucked her last night. She doesn't do it like she used to. And she wants to see you again. I want to see you in action again,” Angel replied.

“All right, I'll trust you on this.”

“Good, come on. We've got a room set up and everything.”

She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back.

He, Syl, and Colleen were on vacation. Angel and Love had shown up kind of out of the blue one day last week and asked them if they wanted to go on vacation, just like the old times. They said the White Sand Islands were calling again. Ryan had just published his fourth novel and he thought it was about time for a break. He wanted to get away from it all, to go somewhere totally different and not think about writing.

So it seemed pretty perfect.

They had just finished setting up Syl's tech repair shop. They had added on another room to the home, a fairly large one, and had spent several thousand credits on stocking it with all manner of tools, equipment, and basic spare parts. It seemed like a good time to do something like this, as both of them were in a transitional phase, so Colleen took two weeks off of work and they left on the next shuttle with Love and Angel.

The pair had reunited three months ago quite at random on a courier mission and started hanging out again. After a series of tough missions, gathering up a shitload of credits, they'd decided a vacation was in order.

And the first thing Angel wanted to do, apparently, as soon as they hit the Islands was to take Ryan and have a hardcore fuck session with a certain BDSM bartender named Becca. Ryan had been kind of tired from all the travel the first night and had ended up just staying in with Syl, hanging around the pool. During that first night, Angel had gone to see Becca. And apparently she was interested in getting strapped down and fucked by Ryan. And so was Angel. But there was a problem, one that Ryan hadn't forgotten.

Becca was a selfish partner. Pretty much as soon as she came, she used the safe word, and she came kind of fast.

But Angel was assuring him that that wasn't a problem anymore.

As they neared the sex club, he looked over at Angel. She was as he remembered her: intimidating, exotic, beautiful, curvaceous.

“I missed you,” he said suddenly.

She looked over at him and smiled warmly. “I really missed you, too, Ryan. You were something special to me. Still are.” She gave him a kiss on the lips. “Which is why I'm so glad we get to share this again.”

“So am I,” he replied.

“Have you been...practicing?” she asked.

He laughed. “Yeah, though not very often. Maybe once or twice a month Colleen or Syl will feel up to being tied down or slapped around or choked. It's always fun and arousing. So I might be a little rusty,” he replied.

“I don't think so. You're a natural.”

They walked into the sex club. It was during a low tide time, in between shows, and Becca was hanging out at the bar, talking with someone. As soon as they came in, however, she immediately came around the bar, shouted Angel's name and rushed over to her. She wrapped her arms around Angel and gave her a firm, lingering kiss on the lips.

“So good to see you again!” she said brightly, then she looked at Ryan and gave him a sly smile. “And it's good to see you too, Ryan.”

“Same to you, Becca,” he replied.

He studied her and made a bit of a show about it, since he remembered her reacting to that well. She was wearing a small white tanktop and no bra, and a very short skirt with long black boots. She looked better than he remembered. Tall, about six foot, skinny, though she'd filled out some since last year. Her short black hair had grown out a little bit, not much, but enough that she had some of it pulled into a sexy little ponytail in the back. She had fewer facial piercings, but she seemed to have traded them for more tats. Flames crept up her right arm now in a spiral, she had a heart on her neck and a skull on her left bicep.

“Looking really good,” he said, and she smiled and blushed slightly, not quite meeting his eyes. He remembered that she had a very submissive personality.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“What was that?” Angel asked, grinning.

“Thank you, sir,” she replied.

“Good girl,” Ryan said. “You ready?”

“I'm ready, and really horny,” she replied.

“Perfect. Let's go,” Ryan said.

They walked together along the bar and around to the door that led to the rest of the building: a warren of quiet corridors and closed doors with electronic locks. Behind each door was a fuck room. Ryan wondered how many of them were occupied.

“So, one thing to note, Ryan. Becca's tastes have changed slightly,” Angel said.

“Yeah...after you guys left, I started experimenting with, well, uh, what Angel calls the rough stuff. And, I gotta admit, I like it. The more I do it, the more I like it, though I'm still kind of naturally really submissive during, so I tend not to fight back as much. Not like Angel. And, for the record, yes I won't make you stop after I blow my load. I've built up my endurance a lot. I had to if I wanted anyone to fuck me.”

“Both things are good to know. I think I'm better at the rough stuff than anything else,” Ryan replied. They stopped before one door.

“I dunno, I remember you being really good at being a master,” Becca replied.

She opened the door and led them inside. Ryan surveyed what they had to work with. He saw a bed with a lot of stretchy rope on it, each rope attached to a corner pole of the bed. And then there was, of all things, a stockade, which basically meant that he could lock Angel's or Becca's head and both arms into a wooden block and bend them over. There was also lube on a table beside the bed and a shower cubicle in one corner.

“So this is what we've got?” Ryan asked, looking around.

“Yeah, what I could grab on short notice,” Becca replied. “I know it looks pretty dead out front, but that's only because most of these fuck rooms are taken up. Plus, you know, we get free access, since I work here.”

“Okay...” Ryan considered the situation for a moment. He turned and walked back to the door, then locked it. He tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Okay, good. “We'll need to settle on a safe word, because once you say go, I'm not letting up. Also, I know that Angel can take a lot, honestly, she can take pretty much as hard as I can give it out. But what about you? How tough are you? How hard should I go?” he asked.

“Hard, but not too hard...if that makes any sense,” Becca replied.

“Okay, I think I can work with that. Is there anything you're adverse to? Choking? Hair pulling? Slapping? Hitting?”

“I'm okay with all of that, but no backhanding or closed-fist hitting. It's a bit much for me.”

“Okay, cool. Now, we'll need to settle on a safe word.”

“How about we go with the old one: potassium?” Angel suggested.

“Sounds fine by me, Becca?”

“I'm good with that.”

“Then it's settled. So, uh...you girls ready?” he asked.

They both nodded. Ryan took a deep breath and let it out slowly, briefly considering how to get this started.

“Take your fucking clothes off!” he screamed at them.

Becca cowered, shying away from him, but Angel tried to get past him, to get to the door and escape. He let her go, knowing she wouldn't get out. Marching forward, he grabbed Becca's face and brought it up. She cried out as he did this. “Take your fucking clothes off or I'll hurt you, you fucking stupid whore, do you understand?” he growled, his face inches from hers.

“Y-yes, please, please don't hurt me,” she moaned.

“Then do what you're told,” he snapped, shoving her away. She stumbled several steps, straightened up, then began taking her clothes off.

Ryan turned around, giving his attention to Angel. She was trying to get to the door open. He slowly walked up behind her, grabbed her by the shoulders and forcibly flipped her around. She cried out and tried to fend him off, but he shoved her hands away and gripped her throat with both hands. “You didn't do what you were told,” he growled, choking her. “Now you're going to have to be punished.” He continued choking her for a good twenty seconds, then let go of her. She put her back to the door, staring at him with wide, terrified eyes, gasping for breath. Ryan raised his hand and slapped her as hard as he could across the face.

The sound was very loud in the quiet.

Angel cried out and cringed away from him, but she had nowhere to go. “I said take your fucking clothes off or I'll really hurt you!” he screamed in her face.

“Okay!” she moaned. “Okay! I'm sorry!”

“You fucking will be,” he snapped, grabbing her, bringing her around and shoving her towards Becca, who had taken all her clothes off.

Ryan marched up to her and ran his hands possessively over her body, groping her high, firm breasts and her tight ass, which was definitely bigger than the last time they'd fucked. “Good girl,” he said softly, then he slipped his hand over the back of her neck and pulled her into a rough kiss. She moaned and cringed away from him, but didn't stop him. He continued feeling her up as he made out with her.

He yanked her back suddenly, frustrated, causing her to cry out. He pointed a finger right in her face, “You'd better start really fucking kissing me, bitch, or I'll beat the fucking shit out of you you fucking whore! You'd better make be believe that you're fucking in love with me!” he screamed at her, then started kissing her roughly again.

She wrapped him in a hug and shoved her tongue into his mouth, kissing him in terrified passion. He kissed her back, making out with her for a good half a minute. Abruptly, he pulled her back and stepped towards Angel, who had stripped down to her panties. Her big, perfect orange tits looked absolutely fantastic, so did her thick thighs.

Ryan slapped her again. “When I said take your clothes off, slut, I meant all of them!” he roared at her.

“I'm sorry!” Angel cried. “Please don't hit me again...” she moaned.

“Then do as you're fucking told.”

She quickly took her panties off and he gave her the same treatment after getting a good look at her thick, well-padded ass. He made out with her, twining tongues together while he ran his hands over her thick, luxurious dysil body.

“Okay,” he said, pulling back, “both of you here, now, on your fucking knees.”

As they did this, he pulled his cock out, which was stiff and ready for action. They got down onto their knees and he put his hands on the back of their heads, then pushed their faces roughly towards his dick. “Lick it, sluts.”

They both started licking his cock at once. The pleasure began, like a steady, warm tide slowly beginning to fill him as their hot, wet tongues moved smoothly across the head of his dick. He made them keep that up for about a minute before shoving his cock into Angel's mouth. He grabbed her head and started fucking her in the mouth. She cried out, the sound muffled, and grabbed his hips to steady herself.

“That's it...that's it...I know you fucking like this, you dysil slut. Take it like a good girl you worthless fucking whore,” he growled as he fucked her mouth.

After a bit, he took it out of her mouth, leaving her coughing, and did the same thing to Becca, sliding his cock forcefully in and out of her mouth. She had her eyes squeezed shut and didn't offer any resistance. After a little while longer, he pulled out.

“Up!” he snapped. “You, on the bed, now!”

Angel hesitated, then nodded, turned and hurried over to the bed. Ryan grabbed Becca by the hair and pulled her over to the stockade, causing her to cry out. He raised the bar, fitted her neck and wrists into place, then lowered it and locked it into place.

“Your turn first,” he said, looking over at Angel. “And you get to watch.”

Angel was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like she wanted to run again, but knowing that it would be fruitless.

“Lay on your fucking back,” Ryan said as he approached and started pulling his clothes off. “You're going to be a good little slut.”

Angel reluctantly laid on her back, trembling slightly. As soon as he was naked, he got onto the bed with Angel.

“Spread your legs,” he said, but she refused, keeping them closed. Sighing in frustration, he shoved two hands in between her thick thighs. “Spread your fucking legs!” he screamed at her, forcing them open.

She cried out. “Please, please don't do this!” she moaned. “I don't want it, I don't want it...”

“I don't give a fuck if you want it or not,” Ryan growled, getting on top of her, in between her legs, lining his cock up with her pussy. He slapped her. “I don't give a fuck if you hate it, you're going to take my cock you alien fuck whore.”

He forced his cock into her pussy and groaned loudly. The pleasure hit him like a drug. He'd forgotten how flat out fucking awesome Angel's pussy was. She was so wet, too. He could tell she was really turned on.

He sneered at her, his face right above hers. “I knew you fucking wanted it you slut, you may be able to lie like a worthless bitch but your pussy can't.”

“No,” Angel moaned.

Suddenly, she bucked against him, tried to throw him off. He grunted as she reached up and slapped him.

“You fucking bitch!” he screamed, grabbing her wrist, bringing it back down and slapping her twice, hard, across the face. “Now you fucking asked for it, now you're going to fucking get it.”

“Please, I'm sorry!” Angel moaned.

“It's too late for that, hold still!”

Ryan spent a minute or two roughly shackling her to the bed. He got her arms into place, then one of her legs, each one now tied to the corresponding bedpost. As he began to move her second leg down, he hesitated, suddenly struck by inspiration. Grinning, he suddenly shoved it up towards the same pole her arm was tied to. She cried out as he did this. Ryan quickly secured it, so that her legs were spread very wide now.

“There we go,” he said, “look at that beautiful pussy.”

There was nothing to stop him now, she was about as exposed as she could be. She started begging for him to stop as he got back into position. He rested on his knees, one on either side of her leg that was lying flat against the bed, and shoved his cock into her pussy again. She moaned and struggled again, but to no avail, she was stuck fast. Angel cried out as he fucked her hard. Beneath the fear and the misery she was portraying, Ryan could see that she was really, really enjoying herself. He was glad, he loved it when his partners enjoyed themselves.

After fucking her for another few minutes, he had to stop or he was going to blow off inside of her, and he wasn't ready for that. He got up, stretched and faced Becca. “Your turn,” he said, walking up to her.

“No, please, please don't do it to me,” she moaned.

“You can't stop me,” he informed her calmly, walking behind her.

“Please, please don't!” she cried.

Ryan ignored her, getting behind her and running his hands over her hips and her nice pale ass. She had a tattoo of a rose on it now and a tramp stamp just above her ass. Ryan really, really liked women with tattoos.

She tried to squirm out of his grasp but he ignored her. There was nothing she could do, bent over and locked up in the stockade.

“Please, please, please no stop don't!” Becca screamed as he penetrated her. He felt awkward as he started ramming her from behind, burying himself in her wonderful, tight pussy. She was really good at acting. But he didn't let it stop him.

He gave her ass a hard slap. “Shut the fuck up!” he snapped.

She moaned as he fucked her, occasionally twitching in the stockade, trying to get out of it. Ryan fucked her for several minutes before pulling out of her suddenly, causing her to gasp. He undid the stockade and yanked her up by her hair, then he brought her around it and shoved her towards the bed. “Get over there!” he yelled, sending her stumbling.

She grunted as she hit the bed and fell onto it, next to Angel, who was jerking against her restraints miserably. Ryan quickly readjusted her leg so that it was flat against the bed. Now she lay spread-eagle, her arms and legs spread wide.

“Get on top of her, kiss her,” Ryan said, shoving Becca roughly on top of Angel. She complied, getting on top of Angel. Tentatively, awkwardly, Becca began to kiss Angel. “That's right...kiss her back, slut, if you don't want me to hurt you both again.”

They began to make out a bit more passionately, both of them kissing each other and slipping tongues into each others' mouths. After a little while of watching them do this, he grabbed Becca again. “All right, suck on her tits,” and then watched as she did this, moving down Angel's curvy, orange body and taking one of her nipples into her mouth.

Angel moaned softly as Becca began to lick and suck on one of her huge breasts. She kept this up for awhile longer before he had her change it up again.

“All right, now eat her out. Eat her pussy out, you fucking whore.”

“Okay, okay...please don't hurt me,” Becca moaned and got down in between Angel's thick thighs and started eating her pussy out, rapidly licking her clit. Angel moaned in response to this, twitching against the restraints.

“Good girls,” he whispered, getting behind Becca and sliding his cock into her pussy, causing her to moan, her voice muffled by Angel's crotch. He fucked her for a bit longer, but felt like his orgasm was coming up on him and there wasn't much he was going to be able to do about it. Well then, it was time for the big finish.

“All right, get up,” he said, pulling out of Becca.

She got up. “Lay down! And don't fucking move!” he snapped.

“O-okay,” she whispered in reply, laying down and not moving. Ryan quickly got Angel out of her restraints, but then hurriedly flipped her over and reattached the restraints so that now she was forced to be on her hands and knees, her thick, beautiful, curvaceous ass in the air.

“Get me that lube!” he snapped.

Becca hurried to comply and when she grabbed it and brought it to him, he made her put it on. She massaged his cock with it until it was completely covered. Then he screamed at her to lay back down and as she complied, he moved up against Angel's ass.

“Time for the big finish,” he said and put the head of his dick up against her ass.

“No, not there!” she moaned. “Please, please don't put it in my ass!” she begged.

He ignored her and began putting it up her ass, working his way slowly up it, inch by inch, causing her to cry out and beg him to stop. Soon, he was all the way inside. He grabbed her hips and started banging her ass, forcibly shoving his way in and out of her incredibly tight, hot opening. The pleasure was mounting, a physical thing.

“Tell me that you're a whore! I want to hear you admit it!” he snapped at Angel.

“No,” she moaned.

He reached forward, grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head up. “Tell me you're a fucking whore or I'll beat you senseless!

“I'm a whore!” Angel cried, moaning. He let go of her hair and her head hung. “I'm a worthless whore,” she moaned.

“What else are you?” he asked and smacked her ass.

“I'm a stupid bitch,” she moaned. “I'm a slut.”

“Good girl...oh fuck...here it comes!”

“No!” she moaned. “Please not in my ass, please don't come in my ass!”

“Too late, you fucking slut!”

He started to come. The pleasure was immediate and powerful, filling him. His whole body seemed to be filled with pure sexual euphoria as his dick kicked hard inside of Angel's fat ass. It began spitting out thick spurts of his seed, burying it deep inside of her one hard contraction at a time. Each new pulse sent a fresh wave of pure rapture careening through his whole body. Ryan could hear himself moaning as he came up her ass, could feel his hips thrusting madly with each fresh twitch of his cock, could hear Angel moaning loudly.

As he finished coming, he slowly came back to himself. Carefully, he extracted his cock from her ass and flopped back onto the bed.

“Holy. Fuck,” he said, gasping for breath. He was completely slicked in sweat now. He saw that all three of them were.

“Now that was a fuck session!” Angel cried.

“I didn't go too far, did I?” he asked as he made himself get up and started undoing Angel.

“No, it was perfect, I mean perfect,” Becca replied with feeling.

“Good to know. I was a little too wrapped up in it, uh, did you girls get off?”

“Oh yeah, I came like three times,” Angel said.

“At least twice for me,” Becca replied.

“Awesome. Well...it seems like we're all happy.”

Once he had Angel undone, he sat back down on the bed and rubbed the back of his neck. Some of his muscles were a bit sore now, he'd gone really hard on them.

“How about we take a shower, get some much needed TLC, and then go out for a gigantic, triple-meat, extra cheese pizza?” Angel suggested.

“So, so, so what I need,” Becca replied.

“Seconded,” Ryan agreed.

“Awesome,” Angel said, grinning as she got up.

They all got up off the bed and headed for the shower. Grinning tiredly, swaying slightly as he followed in their wake, Ryan thought it was a hell of a way to start a vacation. And he was really looking forward to what came next, whatever it might be.