Ransom Ranch

“What happened?” Stacie asked, a little confused, not sure how she had gotten from the barn to the house.

“Honey, you went into subspace. It’s a little like blacking out, but not quite the same. Can you tell us how you feel?” Seth asked, stroking his hands up and down her body.

“I feel good, really good, like I had the best sleep in the world, but better. Everything is tingly and super sensitive. What you're doing with your hands feels wonderful,” she answered with a sigh.

“That’s good, baby. We removed the ropes and carried you in here. Now we’re all going to love you. I’m going start lubing your bottom and take you there. Are you ready?” Seth really hoped she didn’t answer no. They really wanted to love her all together again, and this was the only way for all of them to be with her at the same time.

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d Grant helped her straddle Jake, impaling her on his throbbing erection. “God, you feel so good, babe,” he told her as he used his hands on her hips to guide her down. Helping her get adjusted, he pulled her down to lay on him, leaving her bottom exposed for Seth.

Seth removed the plug, pushing it in and out a few times before finally pulling it all the way out. Adding more lube to her and himself, he slowly starting working his way inside her.

She was so tight with Jake inside her, too. The brothers had shared women a few times before, usually at the club in Rapid City, but none of them had meant anything to them like Stacie did. Once Stacie had started working at the ranch full time, the trips to Rapid City had come less and less frequently. They didn’t really want anyone else after they had gotten to know Stacie.

Chapter Eleven

The next morning, Stacie woke up with all three men still in bed with her, something that never happened. She loved it, but wondered what was going on. She knew the ranch was a busy place and the men didn’t often take time off.

As much as she loved the idea of laying there, her body was demanding something different. How to get up without waking any of them was the question. Slowly moving legs and arms, some belonging to her, some to the men, she managed to untangle herself and crawl over Jake without waking any of them.

She did what she needed and grabbed some clothes. Slipping quietly out of the room, she dressed in the hall and ran down the stairs to make breakfast. It was a rare opportunity to have a few minutes alone and surprise them. She wanted to make something special that they didn’t have often.

Checking to make sure she had everything, she started her breakfast casserole, hoping she had time to make it before the men woke up. It was really good and the men loved it, but it took a little time to make. She added sausage, cheese, eggs, and hash browns with some diced onions and peppers, so it was very flavorful.

Dancing around the kitchen, she did what she needed and quickly had the casserole in the oven. Knowing she had a while for it to cook, she set the timer on her cell phone and stuck it in her pocket. Then, grabbing her e-reader, a cup of coffee, and a sweater, she went out to sit on the porch in the sun and read for a few minutes. It wasn’t long before she was absorbed in her latest erotic BDSM novel and totally unaware of her surroundings.

Immersed in the interaction between her latest book boyfriend and his woman, she didn’t notice what was going on until she heard the voice. “Good morning, Stacie. It’s been a long time.”

Knocking over her cup of coffee, she looked up. There she stood in the flesh, her mother. “What are you doing here?” she asked very loudly, hoping her voice would carry to someone, her men or one of the hands, and help would come. She knew she couldn’t fight Ramona on her own. Even though the woman was a little shorter than Stacie at five feet five inches, she was built like a body builder and you could see the muscles in her arms and legs. Stacie was fit, but didn’t have a chance. The woman had to have twenty-five pounds on her to boot.

“I came to see my daughter. Can’t a mother want to see her only child? Keep your voice down. The whole ranch doesn’t need to know I’m here. As a matter of fact, we should go somewhere quiet and talk so we don’t disturb anyone.”

“I have a casserole in the oven. I can’t leave.” Talk about lame excuses. That had to be on the top of the list.

Ramona laughed and pulled a gun out of her pocket. “I could give a shit less about your casserole. Get your ass out of that chair. We’re going for a walk,” she told Stacie, pointing the gun at her.

Stacie sat for a minute, trying to figure out what to do next. Would her mother really shoot her?

“I said get your ass up!” Ramona had had to walk in from the border of the ranch. She was hot and tired and not in any mood to put up with any shit. She waved the gun in her daughter’s face, hoping she wouldn’t have to shoot the bitch. That was no way to get the mother of the year award. She laughed to herself. Ramona would never be candidate for that particular award.

“Let’s go, I said get up!” Ramona reached out and grabbed Stacie’s arm, pulling her out of the rocker and knocking it over in the process. Keeping a tight grip on the girl’s arm, Ramona started dragging her toward the road leading off the ranch. “I had to walk my ass up here and leave the car behind. Move it!” she said, still dragging Stacie.

Stacie stumbled along behind Ramona, trying to figure out what to do. She needed to get away and run, but on this part of the ranch there was nowhere to hide, and if she ran, she was afraid Ramona would shoot her. She hoped her mother wouldn’t do that, but the woman seemed deranged enough to do anything at this point.

Ramona was muttering and Stacie could barely make out most of it. “Lame-ass man should do what I asked him to. I should have known better. I have to do everything myself. If the little slut would have just given me what I was due, I would never have had to go this far.”

Ramona reached around to backhand Stacie, but she missed. “It’s all your fault. You just had to be selfish with all the money your dad left you. I know that house was worth some money and I know the bastard had life insurance policies. You should have just given me my due and I would have never had to do this.” Ramona trudged even faster down the road, not caring that Stacie almost fell.

Out of breath, but knowing she had to do something, Stacie asked, panting, “Why didn’t you want me?”

“You were an accident. I never wanted kids. I just wanted your dad’s money, and he wasn’t bad-looking. I was never what he wanted me to be. I was young and stupid and let myself get pregnant. You were the result. You were better off with him than you ever would have been with me. I’ve never stayed in one place for long and the life I’ve lived was nothing for a kid to be involved with,” Ramona said, continuing to drag her along.

“Where are you taking me?” Stacie asked, still trying to come up with an escape plan.

“Somewhere I can stash you until those men of yours give me the money I want. What kind of slut are you, anyway? Three men? I’ve done some kinky shit, but never three at once. I guess you are my daughter. Lord knows your dad is spinning in his grave at the thought of you with three men, but you did good, girl. I did some checking and your boys are loaded, and they will give me a pretty penny to keep your ass alive and unmarked. They sure will.” Ramona started laughing uncontrollably and had to stop and bend over, she was laughing so hard.

Stacie saw her chance and pulled free, then ran for her life. She had read somewhere that if you ran in a zigzag pattern it was harder for someone to hit a moving target, so she started running for the house, zigging and zagging all over, trying to avoid being shot. As she ran for the house, she saw one of the men step out onto the porch. She was too far to see who it was but screamed for help.