The Love of Money II
Copyright© 2025 by MindSketch
Chapter 13: Bang
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 13: Bang - Marcus and the others are no longer just surviving the world—they’re shaping it. Erin has always known what she wants. Now she’s orchestrating it. Helen is learning that submission isn’t surrender. Bobbi, stripped of her old identity, stands at a crossroads. New women cross his path. Old ones return. Some hand him their heart. Some, a leash. Some, a knife in the back. And then there are the ones waiting for him to stumble. It's hard to rest when you have a target painted on your back.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Group Sex Harem Orgy Interracial Black Female White Female Oriental Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts Slow Violence
Wednesday, September 11th, early afternoon
I’d managed to fashion a couple of tools out of tree branches, whittling the shorter one into a crude point that I could wedge between the pieces of the metal frame pinning Astrid’s leg into place. Unfortunately, the third strike left her screeching so loudly that I was concerned she would attract unwanted attention. Why couldn’t our reserves include painkillers as well as antibiotics? Unable to continue trying to free her without sending her into worlds of pain, I gave up a nearly two-hour project.
I ground my teeth and swung the branch I intended to use as leverage as hard as possible against the side of the helicopter’s remains. It shattered, leaving me with a splintered end of thick wood. I tossed it aside and bellowed my disgust before circling the chopper to plop down on my usual spot near Astrid.
She stared at me with wide eyes and dilated pupils. Her modest chest rose and fell with the rapidity of a hurt rabbit.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“It’s okay,” she breathed. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t bear the pain anymore.”
“It only hurts when I try to free you?”
Astrid shook her head. “It hurts all the time. It’s just normally a dull pain.”
“Is it bad?”
“It’s ... bearable.”
“Jesus. I’m sorry,” I said, resting my arms on my knees and laying my forehead on them.
“It’s not your fault. This is Tanaka’s,” Astrid said.
“Fuck! I don’t want to leave you here!”
Chloe had risen, had a bite to eat, and prepped to leave before waking me up to tell me she was leaving. Feeling guilty that I’d slept through her time at the camp, I scrambled to get dressed as she went over the plan. She would spend the day keeping an eye on the cabin, watching for patterns of behavior, weak points, and opportunities to pick off any stragglers. She would signal me when she wanted me to come to her, giving me the bearing to use on the compass to get to the cabin and telling me to give Astrid one of the pistols before leaving so she had a way to defend herself.
She had been cold again, treating everything like it was just another day as my bodyguard and nothing else. Like last night, I tried to keep a certain level of understanding. She was anxious about taking the cabin. She was probably still raw from watching someone killed who didn’t deserve to die. On top of that, she was probably still struggling with having crossed emotional and physical lines with me. I really did get it.
However, understanding it and not letting it bother me were two completely different things.
And that’s why I was so reluctant to simply leave Astrid. Regardless of our differences, she’d been something of an emotional anchor for me the past two days in a way that I hoped I’d been some kind of emotional anchor to Chloe. We had talked for countless hours, and there was no point in denying that there was an attraction between us. My feelings about Astrid were complex and layered. I would have hated for something to happen to her while we took the cabin, leaving me with unanswered questions.
“I’m touched by your concern, but I can take care of myself, Marcus,” Astrid said softly.
“I’m sure you can, Astrid, but it’d be a hell of a lot better if I could just take you with me.”
“How are we going to get there?” Astrid asked. “I can’t walk like this. Are you going to carry me on your back?”
“That was the plan.”
Astrid shook her head. “I’d slow you down too much, and Chloe would likely want you there at a certain time. I promise you ... I’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” I sighed, and reached into one of the pouches of the parachute harness I had with me to pull out a small packet. Fishing out one of the antibiotics, I noted how many we had left—two. She had enough for tomorrow and Friday ... after that, hopefully her body would be enough to fight off any infection.
Grabbing some water, I stood up, moved over to her, and crouched over her head like I’d done so many times. She took the pill from me with a grateful smile and popped it in her mouth. Then she sipped the water bottle to wash the pill down.
“You know,” I said, “I’m going to miss these long talks of ours after we get out of here.”
Astrid removed the mouth of the bottle and sighed in enjoyment. “It’s a shame it took something like this for us to slow down enough to get to know each other a little better.”
“Yeah,” I said, noticing how she ran the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip to collect errant wetness. “I’ve actually enjoyed your company more than I thought I would.”
“Why did you think I would be bad company?” Astrid said, arching an eyebrow at me. She tilted her head up, her lips parted ever so slightly so that I saw a hint of teeth and tongue. Her big, liquid blue-green eyes stared up at me.
“We got a long well enough,” I said. It was my turn to lick my lips, finding them suddenly a little too dry. “You voted against me in the board room, and then the whole thing with Bobbi...”
One corner of Astrid’s mouth quirked as she looked at me chidingly. “You can’t possibly hold me responsible for my vote, Marcus. I didn’t know you, and Maddox seemed like a more suitable choice. As for Bobbi...”
The admonition in her gaze faded, and she looked a little guilty. “I’m sorry I took things farther than you and she were comfortable with. I thought your relationship was a little more ... intense than it was.”
Her eyes traveled down to my lips, and she said, “I’m not used to having people push back the way you did. I would like—”
I lowered my lips to hers and cut off whatever else she was going to say as we kissed. The moment our mouths touched, her tongue lapped against my top lip, and I immediately opened my mouth to accept it. Ours met as she invaded me, and began softly caressing as our lips ran over each other.
I cupped her head in my hands as the kiss began to deepen. What started as teasing caresses became hunger and need. Astrid was trapped in wreckage that left her unable to move. She’d spent long hours at a time in complete isolation while Chloe and I had bonded. She was about to be abandoned as I joined Chloe to take the cabin. Meanwhile, I’d grown closer to the woman I’d been longing for, only to have her pull away and become increasingly distant over the last twenty-four hours.
We both had something missing ... something that we could give each other to help make the last few hours pass more bearably.
My right hand slid down Astrid’s neck, fingers wandering over her smooth skin. She felt like the cleanest, purest thing in the forest—a contrast to Chloe.
Chloe was beautiful, raw, and earthy ... a representation of the primal intensity of base instinct and desire. In a place like this, where we were surviving for our very lives while away from all those creature comforts, maybe it made sense that she was comfortable enough to cross those forbidden lines.
Astrid was the complete opposite. Despite being trapped out here with us, she was comparatively clean and put together. She had few abrasions or bruises from the crash. It was as if the wilds and danger wouldn’t touch her, no matter how hard they tried. She was lovely grace, and the single thread that still connected me to everything clean and civilized ... everything that made me human.
Neither one was better than the other—just different.
Thing is ... Chloe wasn’t here. Astrid was.
My fingers slid lower, disappearing under the collar of her shirt to explore the expanse of her chest. A sound from her was all the permission I needed. She’d been trying to get me to do this for days ... I was sure of it.
There was no bra. She had to have gotten rid of it between yesterday and today because I would have noticed those hard little nubs of flesh had she not been wearing one the last couple of days.
My fingers closed over one of her nipples, and I lightly twisted it, getting another series of soft moans from. Her slender piano player’s fingers brushed the side of my face, and she plunged her tongue further down my throat as I played with her chest. She clearly enjoyed having them played with.
The next few minutes passed in relative silence as we messaged our lips and tongues against each other. My one hand palmed a small, almost nonexistent breast before switching to the other. I took special attention to grind against her nipples, getting beautiful little mewls of pleasure from the heiress. I could feel her chest pressing against my hand, greedily trying for more pressure. Her fingers curled into fists on the side of my head, the pressure between them increasing as if she were trying to take out all her pent-up sexual energy by pushing it into my temples.
Finally, she broke my kiss and panted against my lips, “Marcus, I want you inside of me so badly.”
I wanted it too, but that was a sheer impossibility. Seat cushions and twisted frame obscured everything from the middle of her torso and down. She was wrapped in a cocoon of wreckage that Chloe and I had torn away to expose her face and chest. Fucking her was out of the question. Hell ... I wasn’t sure if I’d even be able to reach between her legs to finger her, but I was willing to try.
“I want it, too,” I said. I thought about taking my pistol out of the front of my pants and opening them so that she could suck on my cock, but that would have been entirely unfair to her if I couldn’t get her off. The dark thought crossed my mind again that I didn’t necessarily need to be fair to her ... after all, she hadn’t been good to Bobbi.
But I let it pass. That’s not what this was ... not right now. We were simply two people with a desire for each other and a need for that desire to be satiated.
“Can you try?” Astrid said, staring up at me with those big blue-grey pools. The look in her eyes was nearly heartbreaking. “I can do it myself, but if you can reach me...”
I glanced down at where her midsection disappeared under the wreckage, imagining me slipping my hand underneath it to reach her quivering mound, my face level with her tits, allowing me to suck on them while her lips were wrapped around my cock.
I felt my tongue dart across my lips again, and Astrid quickly followed it with another kiss, moaning against my lips.
“I can try,” I said against her mouth.
“Marcus!” A static-filled voice burst over the walkie near my feet.
The sudden appearance of another person’s voice scared the ever-living shit out of me as I shot into a full-standing position, nearly clipping my head on a jutting piece of wreckage.
“Marcus! They’re ... toward...” The rest of Chloe’s message was lost.
I turned around just in time to see a stranger clearing a tree, staring directly at me. Before I could think, I bounded into the wreckage for cover, pressing myself just inside the internal frame. The timing had been impeccable. Chloe might have just saved my life again.
I could feel the pistol meant for Astrid grinding against my lower back as I pressed against the helicopter, and reached behind me to pull it out, turning the safety off. This would be simple enough ... After all, I’d done this before. How hard could it be this time?
Except this time, they know you’re there and are ready to shoot back at you.
Fuck.
“ ... have...” Chloe’s voice broke through the static again.
Where was she? Was she just behind the guy? Were there more guys out there?
“Marcus Upton!” Someone called out from the general direction of the man I’d spotted. His English wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t his first language, and I could hear a thick Asian accent making it a little more difficult to understand. “You come with us! We have your people!”
What?
“What!?” I asked aloud.
“Marcus,” Astrid hissed. She’d pulled herself into her cocoon as much as she could, and even I couldn’t see her from my angle. “No! If you give yourself up, he’s just going to kill her!”
They had Chloe!?
“What do you mean!?” I called out. “What people!?”
More static burst from the walkie, but I couldn’t make out any of the words. Was he lying? Why would Chloe be trying to talk to me if they caught her?
“We have the girl!” The man said. He sounded closer.
“What girl!?” I called out.
“Marcus!” Astrid hissed. “You can’t! If they capture you, they’ll kill me!”
“You can’t know that,” I half-whispered back. “They have Chloe!”
“If I can’t move, they’re going to kill me ... or worse.”
“You don’t know that!” I insisted.
“Do you want to take that chance?” she hissed back.
“The girl from the helicopter! She is one of yours!”
What the fuck did that mean? Didn’t that mean Chloe!? Her face flashed through my mind’s eye. Brushing dark blonde strands of hair from her freckled face, seeing that rare smile on her. I remembered the tears falling down her cheeks last night as she confided her hurt over the pilot from the helicopter being killed Fuck ... if they had her ... I couldn’t just let her die!
“Astrid,” I said, “I’m not letting anything happen to Chloe.”
“If I give myself up, how do I know you won’t harm her!?”
The walkie exploded with more static, “ ... Marcus, they ha—”
“He’s lying,” Astrid said, desperation in her voice. “She’s fine! She’s talking to us!”
Astrid had a point. Something seemed off ... like I was missing a piece of the puzzle.
“You don’t,” the man said, but if you don’t come with me, we will kill her!”
“You don’t have her,” I said. “You’re lying!”
The walkie crackled to life again, “ ... have Shea! They...”
The girl from the helicopter ... Ryo had killed the pilot last night. What if Astrid’s people hadn’t been the only ones to check on the cabin?
Oh my God...
“Wait!” I said. “I’ll come with you!”
“Marcus!” Astrid barked. “You can’t!”
“They have Shea!”
What’s worse, Chloe thought it was urgent enough to let me know even though there was nothing I could do. What the fuck did that mean? Where was she? Still at the cabin? Sneaking up on this guy?
“We’re all dead if you turn yourself in!” Astrid pleaded.
Maybe I could buy Chloe more time. If I turned myself in, they would report my capture, and Ryo Tanaka wouldn’t have a reason to kill Shea immediately. If some of Tanaka’s men were out here, hunting me down, then maybe that would give Chloe the edge she needed to take the cabin.
As far as I could tell, it was the only way out of this whole mess, and it all hinged on Chloe doing her job.
I had to trust that she was still out there and that she knew what she was doing. I wasn’t going to be responsible for losing Shea.
I stepped away from the wreckage and just past the opening with my hands raised, stopping to stand near Astrid, between her and the approaching man. He was now standing about twenty feet from me, a rifle raised in one hand. A pair of zip tie handcuffs dangled from fingers where they gurled around the barrel of his rifle. He took another step toward me.
“I’ll go with you,” I said, turning to face him fully. I could see Astrid’s blonde head just inside my peripheral vision. “I need you to promise me no harm will come to any of my people.”
The man approached another five feet, but didn’t respond. Movement caught my eye, and I glanced just over his shoulder. Fuck ... he’d brought company. There was another mercenary, twenty-five feet behind the man with the handcuffs.
Wait ... since I wasn’t fighting, that was a good thing, right? The more men hunting me down meant less at the cabin.
Please tell me you’ve got this, Chloe.
The man was now less than ten feet from me. He halted. “We will not harm anyone if you come with.”
He took his hand off the stock to toss the handcuffs at my feet. As he did so, the gun barrel wavered off me and to my left.
“Okay,” I started to say. “I’ll put these—”