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  Gang Heat: The Bundle

  Unprotected Force

  Nadia Nightside

  Published by Midnight Publishing, 2016.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  GANG HEAT: THE BUNDLE

  First edition. June 8, 2016.

  Copyright © 2016 Nadia Nightside.

  Written by Nadia Nightside.

  Table of Contents

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  Copyright Page

  Gang Heat: The Bundle (Unprotected Force)

  Author's Note: All Characters Depicted Herein Are 18 Years Of Age Or Older. | Gang Heat: The Bundle

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  All around her were the hard, rugged bodies of dangerous men. They were bare, shirtless and pantless, but before their strong, masculine bodies she was the most naked.

  She was the most vulnerable.

  She was on her hands and knees, waiting for the next one to come and take her like so many had taken her already.

  Her body, full of their seed and marked with scratches and bruises of their rough loving, trembled with desire.

  When the day had started, she had been a virgin, and had expected to be so for a long time yet. Now, there was nothing more she wanted at that very moment than to be filled, again and again.

  It was no secret to her that they weren’t using any protection. She wasn’t on any birth control whatsoever. And so whatever they did, it would be permanent.

  They would keep filling her and filling her until she her body was filled finally with that special present, that perfect gift—a new life growing in her fertile womb gifted to her by some anonymous member of the gang surrounding her.

  They carried their guns still, but the guns weren’t necessary. Her will was theirs now. They could have made her do what they wanted by force of muscles alone—for their muscles were all hard, dense, and incredibly well-defined on their big bodies. They could have used their muscles—and they did, to hold her down, to thrust into her, to pick her up and bang her against walls and books—but they never had to.

  Because even though it took her some time to admit it to herself, she wanted this.

  She wanted the degradation. She wanted the objectification. She wanted the debasement, the debauchery, the defilement that these hard, wicked men offered.

  More than anything else, she wanted to be the subject of their gang bang.

  * * * * *

  Outside the library, snow gathered quickly. The weather reports were dismal and growing rather alarming—from all accounts, it seemed as though a blizzard was moving in. Lilah, the youngest librarian on staff at Pinewood Library in the town of Rosington, looked out the window with a mixture of concern and annoyance on her face.

  “If they don’t let me go soon,” she said to no one in particular, “I’ll have to spend the night here.”

  It was not an exciting prospect. The library was large—one of the larger buildings in the neighborhood, even with its long strip of locally-owned hipster-esque stores, complete with gourmet dog food cafeterias and organic children’s toy shops.

  As the library was a large building, it was also inescapably empty when no one was there, and if there was one thing Lilah truly did not like, it was being alone.

  Alone, like she was at home every night since her last awful relationship ended in an awful break-up, more than six months ago when she had graduated college. Her former beau wanted her to stay in town at Western University to wait on him hand and foot, but it wasn’t in the good way.

  It wasn’t in the way that turned her on, the way that men sometimes were unstoppably hot alphas with fuck-you attitudes and muscles so big they strained XXL shirts, with cocks that reached to their knees even when soft, with thick hands made for choking and slapping and grabbing at hair to enable the roughest sex possible.

  No, little Howard, a natural born coward, had wanted Lilah to take care of everything for him because he was too scared to take care of anything himself. Her internment as his girlfriend had been initiated largely through pity, and that was how it had progressed, until pitifully, she ended it. It was a good decision, but she still felt bad. It was unlikely he would find another girl as pretty as her—and he hadn't even had the guts to fuck her.

  She would have been willing if he had ever been a man about it. But no, she was still a virgin.

  The library was empty now. At least when her apartment was empty, it was a relatively small space. This place was positively large, and the deep caverns of books on all three levels of it (two stories and a basement) made it seem all the larger. There could be someone hiding anywhere. Or something.

  Lilah read lots of books—obviously, as a librarian, it was sort of a prerequisite—and so her imagination got away from her sometimes. The nearest creaking board, shifting under the weight of the winds pressing in from outside, was a shadowy monster, ready to slide out into the
open air. The heavy thumping as the trees outside dripped large gobs of snow onto the roof was some team of interdimensional commandos, hell-bent on murdering everyone they saw.

  Or...taking. Forcing everyone. Especially the pretty girls...who they needed to breed.

  There was no one around—no one in the library but her. There wouldn’t be anyone around with the blizzard coming in. Lilah found it easy to slide her fingers down into her tight jeans, quickly slipping the belt open and undoing her buttons.

  Her fingers found her clit almost immediately, stroking there and deeply encouraging her tense body to relax, to dream, to think about those musclebound commandos barking orders at her. They’d have thick cocks and a need to breed.

  Each one would be taken with the lovely young librarian. At five foot six and most of it long legs and heavy tits, Lilah was a looker for sure. Her hair, thick and a deep rustic brown, was kept in a long ponytail behind her head. She had on a red sweater that was easy to shift around as she daydreamed, her hand slipping up around a nipple. The tiny, erect protrusion of flesh sent pulses of pleasure through her body as she tweaked and manipulated its hefty circumference, soft moans exiting her mouth.

  “Take me...” she whispered, closing her eyes. The commandos closed in on her, circling, cocks out. They grabbed at her hair, her tits. “Make me do it. Force me...shove it in my mouth, oh fuck...breed me...get me so fucking pregnant...”

  Outside, the snow continued to gather, heavier and heavier. There was knowledge—distant now in her mind, pushed well behind the expansive forceful fantasy she explored in her solitude at the library—that if she did not receive a call to close down in an hour or so, by about two o’clock in the afternoon, then she would not be able to make it home in the snow.

  The library had provisions for such occasions, as it snowed often in Rosington, and so there were extra space heaters and a generator and lots of food and drink to consume were she to be snowed in. In the upstairs office was a cot with a blanket and pillow. Her feeling was that probably she would be snowed in.

  The government took its time about every sort of decision, and it required several links in the chain of command communicating back and forth rapidly to let her know information about the library closing even as early as a little bit late. Usually, the links did not communicate rapidly.

  She slid against the wall, her fingers pushing up into her hungry cunt. If they were going to make her stay here, then she was going to make the best of it. She was not far from the window, sliding up against the wall just next to it with her glasses knocking against the stone walls.

  If someone looked in at the proper angle they might see her, there was no real way to know exactly what she was doing, as her hands and pelvis were well-underneath the bottom of the window. Their only clue would be her closed eyes and her blissful expression, aching for the forceful hands of strong men who knew exactly what to do with a body like hers...

  A series of hard, sudden shots rang out across the square outside. Lilah, for a moment, simply incorporated them into her fantasy—men were holding a gun to her head, firing them in the air to ensure that she knew they meant business. She would have no choice, no choice at all but to do exactly what they wanted. Her mouth wrapped around their cocks, a gun barrel pressed to her head, and she moaned with the thick heat of their cocks forced down into her throat...

  The shots rang out again, followed by a series of tire squeals and the unmistakable cacophony of police sirens. Lilah, flushing furiously, cut her pleasure session short to look out the window.

  It was hard to see anything in the gathering snowstorm. She could make out maybe twenty feet in front of the first floor window where she was, which was still very much the parking lot. Indeed, she had parked in one of the closest spots to the front of the building so as to minimize her time in the cold, and she had trouble seeing her car—which was the lone car in the parking lot at the time.

  Hard tire squeals right outside the library set her heart racing. Something was happening. She heard heavy masculine voices just outside and then there were serious, powerful bangs against the side double doors.

  Something was very wrong—someone was very wrong, and they were trying to get into the library after some kind of fight with the police.

  Panicking, Lilah rushed from one row of books to another, teeter-tottering between biography and history, trying to get her bearings. The banging got louder and louder—and then there was a heavy crack as whoever it was broke through the outer door. There was only one set of doors left, and Lilah, in her panic, had left herself right in the line of sight in front of the invaders once they broke through those.

  She rushed upstairs, taking care not to touch anything in her panic, trying to leave no trace.

  She made it to the top stacks just in time to see a group of men, heavily armed with assault rifles, bust into her library. They carried large sacks teeming with cash and wore heavy ski masks on their heads.

  Quick as she could, she hid herself in the books.

  * * * * *

  Her cellphone didn’t have any reception, and she already knew the land lines were out from the storm. There was no one coming to help her.

  Obviously, Lilah was surrounded by bank robbers. She did not know where they had come from or who they were, but they had money, masks, and guns—and had broken into the library to hide out until the storm passed.

  Lilah's impulse, initially, was to stuff herself in a vent and hide until they were gone, but she thought better of it. What if she fell and broke her leg or her neck? What if she got lost? What if she couldn’t get out and, for all the world knew, just disappeared during the storm?

  So, she crawled as close as she could to the edge of the balcony overlooking the bottom floor. Her plan was to simply listen to what they had to say—to see if there was any indication that they would come upstairs or start shooting their guns. The moment something seemed ready to happen, then she would risk the vents.

  The robbers were a good eight feet below her, all of them breathing hard and several of them looking out the window from the sides. It did not appear as though the cops had followed them. She heard the sirens growing ever more distant in the snow outside.

  Lilah gulped. The blizzard was supposed to last for a good twelve hours before it let up. And even then, the roads would be too snowy to drive on for hours afterward.

  Apparently, the robbers were thinking the same thing. She watched them gather, trying to formulate a plan.

  “We’re stuck here for a while, Tanner,” said one. “I don’t see any way out of this until the snow lets up.”

  “That’s fine,” said Tanner.

  “Those cops are out there, circling. They’re gonna find us. If we don’t move, we—”

  Tanner ripped his ski mask off. He was a handsome man, brutally so, with a jagged scar over one eye. Dark hair, thick and long, went down to his shoulders.

  “I said it’s fine, Dirk. You hear me? I’m in charge. Not you. So you zip it with that kind of talk before I bust your teeth in.”

  Dirk held his hands up. “Okay, Tanner. I’m not trying to second-guess you. I just want...I want to know the plan.”

  Tanner straightened. “The plan stays the same. We knew this might happen. Earl will be here when the snow slows to get us out of here. Meanwhile, we’re sitting on half a million dollars...” he grabbed Dirk, “...so cheer up!”

  Tanner turned then to the rest of the crew. There were eight of them in all. Most of them had already taken off their ski masks. Lilah watched Dirk take his off, revealing a surprisingly youthful, cute face—like a young movie star—with a thick head of blond hair and sculpted chin line.

  “That goes for everybody,” said Tanner. “This place is clearly deserted. Nobody would send their workers in on a day like this. So search around, pick up some food and water if there is any. If you find anything, call out. We’re just going to take it easy until the snow clears.”

  “Hey uh, boss, about that.” The man
who spoke up was burly and hairy, a man-ape with a thick brow and deep jaw. “I don’t know if we’re alone here.”

  Lilah’s heart began hammering wildly, violently. Had they seen her? There was no way. There was no way!

  “What are you talking about, Hammer?”

  “I mean we’re not alone. While we were coming in, I saw someone in the window. I think a lady.”

  “There ain’t no way,” said Dirk. “He’s imagining things.” He turned to Hammer. “You’re imagining things. There wouldn’t be anybody here, and besides, you couldn’t see through all that storm if you wanted.”

  “I’m telling you, there’s somebody here,” said Hammer. “Some lady. We should find her.”

  Hammer rubbed his hands together then, a sick grin on his face, and Lilah gulped, knowing exactly what he wanted to do once he found her.

  They would take her. Force her. Make her theirs. These were bad men. Dangerous men. Men with guns. If they found her, there would be no way for to resist. No way for her to say no. She’d have to obey their every last desire.

  Lilah was a beautiful young woman and she knew that even if she weren’t, these men would use her like a whore. Like a slut. Like a street-walking tramp. All the worse for her that she was beautiful. They’d each want a turn, several turns, at her body...and they wouldn’t care how many times she’d been used before.

  Her cunt moistened at the thought. But she tried to deny her feelings of lust at the notion. This was serious. A gang bang was fine in fantasy where no one ever got hurt. But in real life...in actual, honest-to-god reality, it was a terrifying prospect that she didn't know if she could live through.

  “Tell you what,” said Tanner. “Dirk, go check around upstairs. If there’s anybody, you’ll find them, won’t you?”

  Dirk laughed, clearly still not believing Hammer’s story. “Yeah,” he said. “I’ll ‘find’ them.”