The Love of Money II
Copyright© 2025 by MindSketch
Chapter 58: The Scavenger from Norway
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 58: The Scavenger from Norway - 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
“God ... but your family is entertaining,” she said, staring at us down the barrel of her gun.
“What’re you doing here?” I asked, half-certain I already knew the answer.
“Do you really have to ask?” Astrid said. “Drop your gun.”
Erin’s legs went slack around my waist, and I loosened my grasp on her as she dropped to her feet, still staying pressed to my side. With one arm free, I slipped the strap of the gun off my shoulder and held it with the stock against the ground. “Is this what you planned the entire time?”
“No,” Astrid said, “But it’s what I hoped for ... more or less.”
I glanced at the treeline, hoping to see a single glimpse of help, but all I could see were shadows.
And where the hell were the ever-present retrieval crews I’d seen throughout the night? They usually showed up right after something like this happened.
“You wanted me and Tyler to confront each other?”
“Obviously,” Astrid said. She jerked her head at my brother. “You didn’t think this idiot could have found you on his own, did you? Now, drop the gun, Marcus.”
“Or what? You’ll shoot me?” I asked, taking a page out of my brother’s book. “Go ahead. I’m tired, and I could use a nap.”
“No,” Astrid said. “I’ll shoot her, and when I’m finished with her, she’ll wish for the tender love and care I gave Bobbi.”
“She already shot my brother. She’s off the table.”
“She’s still here,” Astrid said. “There’s nothing in the rules that says I can’t tag her and take her winnings for myself as well.”
I’d entertained the possibility of something like that as a solution to how to get both the girls out of here. “Is that how it works?”
“One way to find out,” Astrid shrugged. “Then I’d have both of them and your brother. You think he’d like it if I gave him both of them and asked him to show me what he can do?”
Surely Nick and Aurelia wouldn’t honor that kind of thing. Liz and Tyler had to be in trouble with them. They wouldn’t be open to letting Astrid do this, would they? Not when I’d been assaulted in their game.
“Even if they’d let that happen,” I said, “I wouldn’t. I’d tell them to fuck off.”
“That’s certainly an option,” Astrid said, taking a few more steps toward us. “If you want to commit social suicide.”
My mind was racing ... trying to decide what to do.
“What will you do if I drop my gun?”
She was close enough that I could see her eyes roll nearly into the back of her head. “For God’s sake, Marcus! It’s one fucking girl!”
“Shut up!” I snarled, grabbing Erin roughly by the arm and starting to move her behind me. “You don’t know what—”
Crack!
Erin let out a strangled yelp that immediately died as she collapsed into the grass, her arm tearing free from my grasp.
Astrid let out a delighted laugh.
“Erin!” Out of instinct, I immediately dropped to one knee and slid a hand under her head and cradled it. In the dim light, I could barely see her chest rise and fall. She was just like the others—unconscious.
In my panic, I’d laid my gun on the ground beside her. As I glared up at Astrid, who was calmly standing there, watching me while holding her rifle loosely in her hands, I pressed my fingers into the cold metal, ready to shoot her.
The guns were bolt-action, so she was no longer a threat as long as she didn’t reload. It was probably against the rules, but I didn’t fucking care. I wanted to feel the satisfaction of dropping this bitch myself.
“You’re probably tempted to shoot me,” Astrid said. By her tone, she could have been talking about what she had for dinner. “I wouldn’t. You’ll lose whatever high ground you have with the Wyns.”
“So ... what? You just want us to stare at each other for the rest of the night?” I spat.
“No. I want you... all of you,” she said, one corner of her lips curling into a sensual, sadistic smile. “I want to use them up until there’s nothing left of them. I want to see you enjoy it. I want to fuck you ... and I want you to admit that you like the power and control as much as I do.”
“You can’t have me,” I said. “It’s against the rules.”
“Oh yes, I can,” she said, lifting her hand in the air and keeping it there.
Movement at the treeline just behind her revealed another figure approaching—dark hair ... pale skin.
Lara.
And she had a gun trained on me.
“Lara?” Astrid said.
“Yes, mistress?”
“When we get back, you’ll give him to me, right?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Shoot him.”
I moved to bring my gun up to try and fire first, but the sound of a gun going off came before I could level the barrel at anyone.
And Lara collapsed bonelessly into the grass.
Astrid whirled in the direction of the treeline and then saw someone emerging the exact same moment I did.
My heart fucking swelled.
“About fucking time!” I bellowed.
“What...” Astrid started to raise her rifle out of instinct, but then must have remembered that she never reloaded it, because the barrel dropped again. I watched her hand reach for her thigh, where I guessed she had her extra darts.
“After everything you put me through in Norway, did you think I’d actually trust you?” I asked, my heart hammering in my chest. The wounds on my back pulsed, matching its timing.
She half-turned and took a couple of steps backward, toward Lara’s prone form, so she could keep me and the approaching figure in her sights. I leveled the gun at her, well aware that the gun next to Astrid’s companion hadn’t gone off yet.
The figure strode closer, gun pointed at Astrid. Behind her, I could see a few pinpoints of flickering light moving through the trees as the retrieval crews were finally starting to approach.
“I’m an idiot,” I admitted, “But even I learn my lesson eventually.”
Astrid stopped when her heels hit Lara’s body, glanced at the stranger, and then back at me, realization all over her face. “It’s your bodyguard.”
“I couldn’t figure out who to bring—Erin or Chloe,” I said. “So why not both?”
For the first time in my life, I saw Astrid genuinely upset with me ... and the level of satisfaction it gave me was something money couldn’t buy.
By now, Chloe had approached close enough that I could see her golden hair shining in the moonlight, a cascade of loose curls falling around her strong, pretty features. She wore a simple toga, leaving one shoulder bare, the skirt stopping just below the knees. Her feet were encased in something resembling strappy sandals and boots.
“She’s already shot Lara,” Astrid said, leveling a gaze of pure defiance at me. “She can’t have another.”
“Yeah,” I said, offering her nothing else.
“So, I guess this is it, then,” Astrid said, her words rushing out in quick succession as if she were trying to make some kind of case for herself. “We’re at an impasse. They’re coming because there’s nothing else we can do. We can’t shoot each other—it’s against the rules.”
“Yeah,” I said. “But if you’ve said one thing that’s worth hanging onto, it’s that the rules don’t apply to me.”
Astrid’s eyes flickered wide, and then she immediately dove for Lara’s gun. I calmly kept my bead on her, waiting for her to get stationary as she grasped the weapon in both hands and crouched low. She swung the barrel of the gun toward me.
Crack!
The pain in my ass, Astrid Håkansson, collapsed on top of her servant, the gun still not fired.
“Nice,” Chloe said.
“Thanks,” I said, dropping the gun. I glanced at her. “Took your time.”
“Lara was in the woods,” Chloe said. “Didn’t want to waste my shot.”
“You let Tyler shoot Natalie.”
“Erin had it,” Chloe said. “And they’re right. You’re game until you get off the battlefield. I saw someone else do it.”
“So ... Natalie, Tyler, Erin, Astrid ... me.”
“Yeah. I was hoping you would take Lara out, and I’d take Astrid.” Chloe gave me a look that said I’d complicated her plan.
“I know,” I said, glancing at the approaching crew. “I knew I screwed up as soon as I dove for Erin. It’s just a game, and I knew she would be okay, but when you’re in it ... sometimes it’s hard to remember.”
“Guess you’ll find out when you talk to Wyn,” she said, then followed my gaze to the retrieval team. “Saw what you did back there with the bodyguard.”
“Liz? You saw that!?”
“Yeah. I was ready to step in, but didn’t want to steal your thunder. Looked like you had it handled. Good work.”
“Thanks, but I don’t feel great about it. I didn’t use much of what you taught me. It was mostly luck.”
“That’s what most fights are. The training gives you some stamina ... a bit of an edge ... sharpens the reflexes a little. I saw some technique in there. Don’t sell yourself short.”
I looked back at her. She was standing close enough that I could barely make out the freckles on her face in the silver moonlight. “Chloe, right now, you’re the most beautiful thing on this island.”
She didn’t look at me, but something in her posture softened.
The retrieval team finally reached Astrid and immediately set to work, putting together stretchers and separating her from Lara. Another team directly behind them did the same for her companion. A few more people were approaching from further off, and I could see activity beyond the trees, suggesting more were on their way. Drones buzzed overhead, swooping down in smooth arcs.
I watched as two of them dropped gear beside Natalie and began to unfold a stretcher. I took a few steps toward her and reached down to brush some dark hair out of her face. “I’m not gonna let him touch you again, Nat. Promise.”
Then I let them load her on a stretcher.
A drone slowly descended until it hovered a few feet in front of me, about seven feet in the air.
I looked up into it, and I could feel someone staring back at me, as if expecting me to say something.
“We need to talk,” I said.
The display back at the house was even more intense than it was when I left.
For starters, lifts had been hastily assembled after all the hunters had left for the game, allowing for easy ascension. Once at the top, I discovered that the dancers I’d left behind were still active—only, this time, it wasn’t dancing.
Every combination of sexual intercourse was on full display around me—the traditional girl-on-guy, girl-on-girl, and guy-on-guy. There were threesomes, foursomes, and more.
They all looked glassy-eyed and exhausted as they still fucked each other, flaccid cocks being sucked to full hardness so they could be used again.
It would have been hard to guess how they were still going if not for the drug trays—designer chemical compounds created to keep everyone hungry and functioning long after they should have quit.
After making it through the maze of writhing sex, I traversed the stairs to the mansion itself. Fountains flanked me as I ascended, holding nymphs, satyrs, and other mythical creatures dancing, frolicking, and fucking.
The doors and windows stood flung wide, light and music and conversation spilling through them. Two figures waited on the porch, watching me approach.
I hesitated a few steps until I realized who it was, despite the shadows cast over their faces.
Juan Domínguez.
And the petite figure standing next to him? Even with the shadows cast over her face...
“Hey, Elena,” I said, clearing the remaining few steps to stand next to them on the landing.
“Hola, Mar—”
The rest of Elena’s words were drowned out, pain erupting across my back as Juan stepped forward and threw his arms around me, half-lifting me off the ground as he gave me a bear hug.
“Mr. Upton!” he cried out. “Thank you so much for what you did for my little Elena!”
“Augh! Fuck!” I yelped.
He immediately put me down and let go, concern written all over his face. Then he noticed the blood.
“Dios ... are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, wincing through the stinging. “I’m fine. Someone decided to drag me through broken glass, is all. I’ll stop by the hospital on my way home.”
“They have medics here,” Juan said, turning me slightly to glimpse my back. His mouth tightened in concern.
“Really?”
“Yes,” he said. Then he gave a look of disgust. “The Wyns were at least thoughtful enough for that!”
“Not going home on good terms with them?” I asked.
“They have no quarrel with me,” Juan said. “Thanks to you, I did not have to forfeit my daughter to this ... atrocity. But I am furious with them”
“I understand,” I said, imagining what it would have been like to have a young daughter lost out there for a bunch of predators to find. I’d been quick to judge Juan for letting her get taken and not immediately giving up on the game, but it’s possible that he was just so desperate to find her that it didn’t even cross his mind.
“I’m just glad I could help.” I glanced at Elena. “I would have hated for something bad to happen to her.”
“My daughter told me what you were trying to do,” he said. “Did you find your girlfriend and your assistant?”
“I did,” I said. “There’s some ... complications, but I’m sure I can work it out with the Wyns. Not sure I’ll come back for another party, though.
“Yes.” He lowered his voice and glanced behind him at the house. “I promise you... someone will hear of this.”
“I don’t think they’re going to like that.” I said. “Nor will anyone else here.”
“I don’t care! They should at least warn people of what these games are like!”
My gaze shifted to Elena, who was watching her father with concern ... understandably so. The man looked positively livid ... and possibly like he might drop dead from a heart attack at any moment.
That wasn’t my only concern, though. Even if Domínguez was well-off with a lot of connections, something told me that he wasn’t ready to play by the same rules the people who partied here played by. He’d stepped into a world he simply didn’t belong in, and it could get him in some serious trouble, if not killed.
“You’re not going to get an argument from me,” I admitted and put my hand on his shoulder. “This whole thing was stupid, but maybe you should get home and sleep on it. I have a feeling that crossing the Wyns might be a bit more dangerous than you think. I’d hate to hear that something happened to you or Elena.”
He snorted. “They run a non-profit, Marcus. They cannot be that bad.”
I fixed him with a hard look. “They just manipulated some of the wealthiest people in the world to hunt each other.”
Juan simply stared back at me.
“Look, Juan. I’m not telling you what to do ... just be careful. You have people who depend on you.”
He glanced at Elena, then back at me, and nodded.
“You are right. Perhaps ... I should stay away from them.”
I sighed, hating that answer as much as he probably did, even though it was for the best ... for Elena’s sake as much as his. “What are you guys going to do now?”
“My wife has gone to get our things,” Juan said. “We’re leaving. I just didn’t want to go without thanking you for what you did for my daughter.”
“I’m glad I could help,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder again.
“Please ... come to Mexico City sometime. I would be honored to have you stay with us. You and your lovely girlfriend.”
“First chance I get,” I said.
He nodded at me once more, gave me another warm smile, and then turned, squeezing his daughter’s arm affectionately as he passed.
Elena stayed rooted in place, and in the light cast through the doorway, I could see my reflection in those dark liquid pools staring up at me. She caught her top lip between her teeth as we stared at each other.
“Thank you,” she said after a few moments of hesitation. “For everything you have done.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I don’t know that I would have ever found them without you.”
“She dipped her head down and then cast her eyes up at me, smiling shyly as she tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear. Then she closed the distance and raised herself on her toes and pressed her lips to my cheek. Her lips were warm against my cheek, her fingers warmer still where they touched my arms. My body stirred out of habit, but only faintly. Too much had happened tonight for that to mean much of anything.
Whatever it was, I graciously accepted her token of affection and gratitude, returning her shy smile as she stepped back.
“Stay in touch, señorita.”
“I will.”
Then she joined her father, and the pair disappeared inside.
I turned and touched my cheek, as I took one last look at the orgy below. I felt a mixture of exhaustion and amorous desire vying for my attention, but under it all, a swell of satisfaction.
I’d done a good thing tonight.
I hadn’t been perfect. I’d seen men and women carted off to be sexual playthings or bargaining chips for world-shaping deals and hadn’t intervened.
But I’d saved one person from that fate ... without any thought of how it would make me look or what I could get out of it. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t much, but it was probably a lot to her.
And it just felt ... good.
It certainly made all the debauchery happening below me lose more of its luster.
“Thinkin’ about joinin’ them?”
Nicholas’s voice was smooth as he stepped onto the porch behind me. It was laced with the distilled essence of whatever made rogues and scoundrels in fiction so charming.
I didn’t bother to look back at him.
“No,” I said. “Just trying to decide what to do about everything that just happened. I’m kind of pissed right now.”
I heard him snort, then take a few steps forward until he appeared in my peripheral vision, leaning against the railing, his back to the orgy below as he watched me.
“Hope you’re not getting’ any other stupid ideas,” he said.
I looked at him. “Stupid ideas? You talking about Astrid?”
He just stared at me, but it was answer enough. I’d broken the rules.
“Why are you out here?” I asked.
“To thank you. That was one hell of a show you gave back there. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.”
“Go kill yourself,” I said.
“Whew. Who taught you manners?”
“If you were watching the whole thing, then you knew they were coming after me ... and you didn’t do anything to stop them.”
“Then you broke the rules and shot Astrid. Makes us even.”
“She beat the shit out of me. I broke a rule. I’d say that hardly makes us even.”
“I don’t see why not. You came out on top.”