No Limits (2 page)

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Chace appreciated the chick’s enthusiasm but he wished she would just shut up. The door to the janitor’s closet wasn’t very thick. It would be easy for students and teachers walking by on the other side to hear her. When the girl opened her mouth again to scream in pleasure Chance kissed her, hoping that would at least quiet her down. The girl kissed him passionately and ran her fingers through his closely-cropped blond hair.

Chace was approaching his climax. With each thrust of his hips he got closer and closer. He had his arms wrapped around the chick’s thighs so that she was off the ground. Her back was pressed against the wall of the closet. He took his lips off hers and savored the looks of pain and pleasure that crossed over the chick’s face with each one of his thrusts. Now if only he could remember her name.
Jenny, perhaps? No that wasn’t right. Audrey? No. She wasn’t one of his usuals. Oh well, it didn’t really matter.

A few more thrusts and he
was ready. He grunted and then felt a moment of ecstasy. It went on and on and then, suddenly, it was over. He sighed and slumped against the girl.

“Are you done?” the girl asked. There was a hint of disappointment in her voice that it was over but mostly
hope that she had done her task well. Chace nodded and pulled out of her. He took his condom off and dropped it in one of the garbage bins. There were a few convenient things about having sex in a janitorial closet.

The girl leaned against his chest and starting kissing his neck.
He pushed her away, leaned down, and pulled up his boxer-briefs and pants. Before he could zip up his fly, the chick stuck her hand in his boxers and fondled him.

“What’s your rush?” she asked. “I want to play with your big tool some more.”

“Maybe later, baby,” Chace said. He kissed her, carefully extracted her hand, zipped up his pants, and then put his shirt back on. “School’s over. Practice is over. Sexing is done. I’m hungry. I’ll see you around tomorrow.” The girl let out a surprised squeak as Chace opened the door and the light illuminated her naked body. Then Chace slammed the door behind him. He was usually a bit more chivalrous but he had actually been feeling funny all day and it had put him off his game. His head was aching and he was feeling a tad nauseous. The closet was getting stuffy and he thought some fresh air might help.

Life was good. He had plenty of chicks to bang. He was a star on the varsity soccer team. His sister, Riley, gave him enough help with homework that he was getting decent grades. He hadn’t heard back from colleges yet but he was pretty sure he’d get into a great school. Riley had certainly made him spend a ton of time re-writing admissions essays. On top of all that, he had just turned 18. That was an important milestone to someone who had been put up for adoption as a baby and had always lived in foster care. It meant he was old enough to take care of himself. After this year, he and Riley would never have to live with another foster family ever again.

Chace whistled to himself as he walked home. It was almost three miles but he didn’t mind. It was a nice walk and, while he was hungry, he didn’t really feel like going back his crowded house. So, he walked slowly, his soccer bag with his clothes and school books slung over one shoulder.

Chace happened to look at his phone at exactly 5:13 PM. There were a couple new text messages from girls but he could get to those later. He slid the phone back into his pocket.

Then he felt a blinding pain in his head.

“Aw!” Chace yelled. He dropped to his knees and clutched his head with his hands. The pain was more intense than anything he had ever felt before. “Aw!” Chace yelled again. No one was around to hear him.

Chace started to see spots in his vision. He became dizzy. He slumped to the side and laid down on the sidewalk in the fetal position.

That’s when the pain intensified 100-fold. Chace screamed. His entire body was on fire. He writhed on the ground, not knowing what was happening.

He had no idea how much time passed but the pain gradually started to fade. His chest heaved as he sucked in air. He looked around, terrified. What had just happened? A stroke? Did he have a tumor in his brain? What was going on?

Chace’s
breathing returned to normal. He slowly sat up and looked around. No one else was in sight. He grabbed hold of a tree and cautiously pulled himself to his feet. His body seemed to handle that just fine. He rubbed his head uncertainly and then picked up his soccer bag.

Something felt… different. Chace couldn’t put his finger on it. He set his bag down and then picked it up again. He hadn’t realized how light it was before. Strange, it felt almost empty. Chace zipped it open and looked inside. No, it was still full of his sports clothes and heavy books. Perplexed, Chace set it down again.

Maybe he actually had experience a stroke and it was messing with his mind. Worried, Chace looked around and saw a decorative rock on a lawn. It was about 2’ by 2’ and must have weighed over a hundred pounds. Chance walked up to it, reached down, and put his arms around it. It would be a struggle to lift but trying to do so should tell him if his mind was scrambled or not.

Chance heaved with all his might. The rock surged upwards. “Shit!” Chace swore as the rock flew up out of his hands. It soared through the air over his head. He ducked quickly and it landed behind him.

“What the…” Chace stared at the rock for a moment. Something was wrong. Very wrong. There was no way he should have been able to do that with minimal effort. He needed help. He needed to talk to someone. Riley. She was the only person he trusted, the only person he ever felt comfortable turning to. He snatched up his bag and started running down the street. He needed to get to her as quickly as possible.

Riley was almost home. Her foster parents would be wondering where she was. She hoped Chace wasn’t already home. If so, he would be worried about her. She looked down at her watch. Crap, it was 5:18 PM. She was usually home before 5 PM most nights. That funny feeling she was experiencing was throwing her off. It had slowed her usually brisk walk to a slow shuffle.

Suddenly, a searing pain went through Riley’s head. She gasped, dropped her backpack, and clutched her head. What was happening to her?

The pain magnified exponentially. Riley screamed and fell to the pavement. “
Ahhh!” she yelled. Tears flowed down her cheeks. Every thought fled her mind except her awareness of the pain.

As suddenly as it had come, the pain started to subside. Riley took deep breaths, willing the pain to disappear. Yes, she could feel it dissipating. She was getting better. She rolled onto her side and pushed herself up onto her elbow.

There was a screech of car tires. Riley looked around frantically and saw a white van skid to a stop beside her. She stared in confusion as a man opened the driver’s door and stepped out. He was a middle-aged white man with a raged mustache and filthy hair. He was wearing a dirty old checked shirt and jeans with holes in the knees. The side door of the van slid open and two similar-looking men emerged.

Riley scrambled backwards away from them in alarm. The men quickly encircled her, however. “What do you want?” she said loudly. “Get… get away from me. I’ll scream for help!”

The men sneered. Then one of the kicked her hard in the ribs.

“Ah!” Riley screamed. She clutched her mid-section instinctively. The pain that followed was so severe it made her want to vomit.

One of the other men seized her hair and yanked up on it, laughing. “Come on, darlin’,” he said. “Get in the van. Let’s go for a ride.”

“No!” Riley yelled. She flung her hands back. One of her hands caught the man in the stomach.

“Oof,” he exclaimed. Riley looked around at him in surprise and saw him fall to the ground. Had she really hurt him? She must have. He didn’t look like he was getting up.

“You bitch!” the third man said. He swung his fist at Riley’s head.

It felt like the fist was moving in slow motion. Riley stared at it in amazement. Adrenaline was coursing through her body and she had heard that when that happened it could feel like things were moving slower than they actually were but this was different. Much different.

Riled moved to the side, easily dodging the blow. She drove her knee upwards into the man’s stomach. It crashed into him with amazing force. He dropped to the ground instantly without as much as a whimper.

There was only one man left standing. He stared at Riley with wide eyes. Then he reached behind his back and pulled out a gun.

Riley froze. She looked down the barrel of the gun. She was too terrified too even think as she waited to die.

There was an explosion. Riley shut her eyes. She heard a scream and the sound of metal crashing into metal. She held her breath and readied herself for immense pain. It didn’t come. Instead, when she opened her eyes, a silver Mercedes had replaced the man. She looked around in confusion and saw the man lying in a heap a few feet away. The car had slammed into him, saving her life.

The driver’s side car window rolled down and a pretty girl with brown hair stuck her head out. “Get in!” she said.
“Hurry! There’s more of them coming.”

“No way,” Riley said. She was terrified. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m not going…”

The car door opened and the woman got out. She stood beside the car and then suddenly turned into a blur. The next second she was standing beside Riley. Before Riley could scream the girl reached up and jabbed something into Riley’s neck. “It’s for your own safety,” Riley heard the girl say. She thought she heard someone else yelling her name but it seemed very far away.

Then everything went dark.

“Riley! Riley!” Chace yelled. He watched in horror as a girl with brown hair loaded his sister into a silver Mercedes that looked to have side-swiped a white van. Three men were sprawled around on the pavement. He sprinted towards the Mercedes. “Riley!”

The other girl walked to the driver’s door, pursed her lips, and looked at him. Who the hell was she? Was she trying to help or hurt his sister? Either way, she wasn’t taking Riley anywhere without Chace. “Don’t move!” Chace yelled at her.

The woman stayed still as he approached. Then, suddenly, she leapt forward. She moved so fast that Chace didn’t have time to react. The girl punched him in the solar plexus and then spun and crashed into his
knees with her back. Chace flew forward and slammed into the pavement, rolling across it before finally landing in a bloody heap.

He heard footsteps approaching him from behind. He tried to get up to face the girl but she seized the back of his neck with her hand and forced him down. “You are very attractive,” she said.
“Astonishingly so.” Then the girl stunned Chance by turning around and sitting on his back. She reached underneath him and slid her hand past his belt. Chace tensed up as she grabbed his groin.

“You’re got some impressive stuff down there,” the girl said. “Ooh, I just love the feeling of a guy’s balls in my hand, you know? He suddenly becomes so docile. Hmmm… you don’t seem aroused. Do you not find me attractive? Or perhaps you have just had sex?
Naughty boy.” Her grip tightened and Chace groaned. “I wish I could take you with me this time, cutie. I would love to get more familiar with you. Unfortunately, I’ve already got a passenger. Who is she? Your girlfriend? Don’t worry about her. She is becoming something much better, much stronger. If she is your girlfriend, she will probably come back for you. I wouldn’t have left a boy like you behind. If she does, I will look for you in the breeding pens. Perhaps one day I will have your daughter. Not now, though. Now you need to go to sleep. Do not bother looking for your girlfriend when you wake up. You will not see her again unless she wishes it.”

Chace felt a sudden pain in the back of his head and then he slipped out of consciousness.

It had been messy. Aria hadn’t expected to have to deal with the boyfriend. He was beautiful but he had still caused trouble. Hippolyta would not be happy. Oh well. The queen was never happy and she had to expect that someone as new to the Amazons as Aria would make mistakes. At least Aria had gotten the girl and dropped her off safely. Now Aria could enjoy the pleasures of the breeding pens. She had not had a turn with Tyler in several days and she deserved him. She was, after all, the one who had brought him in. It would reflect well on her if he was the first to give her a daughter.

Aria walked through the warehouse. It had been converted for the Amazons’ purposes but Hippolyta apparently wasn’t a big believer in comfort. The walls were dark and bare and the floors were hard cement. Aria walked up to a large, unmarked metal door and rapped on it twice. She waited until a metal slat slid open and two eyes peered out at her.

“It’s Aria, sister. I have done my duties for the day,” Aria said. “I have come to visit the pens.”

The slat slid shut. A moment later there was a grinding sound and then the door swung open. A young woman’s face appeared and she gestured for Aria to enter. Aria stepped over the threshold into a spacious area that led to a long hallway. She heard the door close behind her.

“Wrist,” the girl said.

Aria obediently held out her wrist and watched as the girl snapped a small silver bracelet onto it. A moment later Aria felt energy leaving her body. It was always sad to feel it go but what she was about to experience more than compensated for that.  

“Who do you want to visit today?” The girl asked. “Travis? James? Eric?”

“Tyler,” Aria said. “The boy I brought in.”

“Ah yes, he is becoming a favorite,” the girl said.

Aria felt a flash of jealousy and stifled it. She had to get used to sharing with her fellow sisters. Technically, she was allowed to claim preference for Tyler whenever she wanted him but she had learned it was bad form to do that too often. She had patiently waited several days. It seemed her sisters had taken advantage of that. That was fine, but right now Tyler was hers.

The girl led Aria down the hallway to an empty room. Aria sat down on a wooden platform that was connected to the wall by two metal chains. The girl left to fetch Tyler.

As Aria waited, she felt butterflies in her stomach. It was silly to still get nervous about a boy but Aria couldn’t help it. What if Tyler enjoyed her sisters more than he enjoyed her?

She waited pensively until Tyler appeared. As usual, her breath caught in her throat. He was magnificent. Today his body gleamed with sweat. He was only wearing a pair of sweat pants. He stepped into the room an
d looked at her silently as the Amazonian guard shut and locked the door behind him.

“You look well,” Aria said. “How are you?
Happy? Did you just get done working out?”

Tyler nodded. “I’m well,” he said. “I was lifting weights with the boys.” He looked down at her wrist. More precisely, he looked at the silver bracelet on her wrist.

“You know how this works,” Aria said. “I don’t have any of my powers while I’m wearing this.”

That finally got a smile out of Tyler. “I like that part,” he said. “It makes this more fun.”

Aria stood up. “Alright,” she said. “Lie down.”

Tyler shook his head. “I think I’m going to take charge this time,” he said.

This was new. Tyler usually did whatever Aria told him. Just because they were physical equals while she was wearing the bracelet didn’t mean she was ready to let him take charge. It seemed that he needed a little reminder of who owned whom.

Aria walked up to Tyler and slipped her hand between his legs. She cupped his man package through his sweat pants. “Remember, boy, these balls belong to me. They’re carrying my daughter.”

“It takes two to make a baby,” Tyler said. He slipped his hand underneath the waistband of Aria’s pants. She felt his large, masculine fingers move her panties aside. Then his index finger started to probe and stroke her, teasing her. She shuddered. She closed her eyes for a moment and savored the pleasurable sensations that coursed through her body.

Tyler’s hand slid back out of her pants. He gently took hold of her wrists. She assumed that he wanted to kiss her so she lifted her head and pursed her lips. Instead, she heard the sound of metal clicking around her wrists. She looked up in surprise. “Hey, what are you doing?” she demanded. Tyler had just used the handcuffs bolted to the wall on her. “These are for boys, not Amazons.”

“No, actually, they’re for both of us,” Tyler said with a pleased smile on his face. “I’ve learned that handcuffs can be a lot of fun. Right now, they’re going to be fun for me.” Tyler reached up and placed the palm of one of his big, strong hands on the top of her head. Intrigued, she obediently followed his lead and sank down to a kneeling position under the pressure of his hand. Her head was eye-level with Tyler’s crotch. It was bulging out from beneath his sweat pants.

“I’m going to teach you something new,” he said. He pushed his sweat pants and boxers to the floor. “Open your mouth,” Tyler said. He laughed, clearly savoring his first real victory of the pens, as Aria obeyed. A moment later her mouth was full and her tongue was overwhelmed with the warm, salty taste of his sweaty skin. “I’ll bet you didn’t see this coming when you captured me,” he said. “Now be a good girl and get to work. If you do a good job maybe I’ll let you up before the taste sets in permanently.”

Aria did as she was told.