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"I know. That's why we're going to help her without helping ourselves." Both men nodded at each other and hesitated as they each reached for her pajama bottoms. "I'll talk her through it," Asher said and lay on his side, stretching out and smoothing back her hair before whispering in her ear, "Lalita, I'm going to remove my hand. I want you to try to be quiet."

Nodding, she groaned as the air hit her lips. "Please, it hurts."

"I know, Princess." Kent hooked his fingers in the top of her pants and started to slide them down. Again, he hesitated, and she thought she would lose her mind as he said, "I'm going to try to see what the … issue is."

She gripped his wrist with surprising strength. "I will do anything you want, please take care of me."

Asher's hand stroked her cheek as nodded at Kent. "Do it."

Kent scooted her into the narrow beam of light coming through the curtains so that from her belly button to her mid thigh was bathed in the silvery illumination. His nails scraped against her skin as he pulled her pajama bottoms off and sucked in a deep breath. In her ear, Asher echoed the sound, and she reached out, trying to draw the men to her.

"Hold her," Kent murmured, not taking his eyes off her mound hidden behind a pair of white silk panties.

Dark hands pinned her wrists to the sheets and she shuddered, opening her legs further and thrusting her hips into the air. She could smell her own musk and knew the men could as well. Instead of embarrassing her, the thought raised her passion up another notch. She could feel Asher's erection pressing against her side and she tried to steal a kiss from him.

With a strangled groan Asher said, "Not when you're like this."

All thoughts of tasting him fled her mind as Kent pulled her panties over to the side and said in a strained voice, "Oh god, she's totally smooth."

The feeling of the air on her exposed flesh made her whimper. Only Asher's order of keeping quiet locked the scream back.

"So hot and wet," Kent said as he held his palm above her wet pussy. "She looks like she's had hours of foreplay."

Asher remained silent, but turned her head so she was looking into his face. "Can you see anything … wrong?"

"No, she's just extremely aroused." Kent slid her panties back, and she began to cry. "Princess--"

"Please, please help me. Please give me relief. I tried to touch myself, but it doesn't help." She took a shuddering breath. "It hurts."

Asher's grip on her hands tightened. "Make her come."

Her eyes rolled back into her head as Kent jerked aside her panties. When his palm finally made contact with her, she thought she was going to lose her mind from the pleasure. Hips snapping, she rubbed herself against him and groaned low in her throat.

"Look at me," Asher ordered and she tried to focus on him. Deep satisfaction and heat filled his gaze while Kent held her hips to the bed with one hand and spread her nether lips with the other.

"Her clit is so swollen." Kent ran his thumb over the little nub of flesh, and she fought to keep her eyes open. That one little stroke was better than anything she had ever felt before. Slowly, one big finger slid inside of her and she shuddered, fighting against Asher's hands holding her to the bed.

A second finger joined the first and he began to work her in earnest, long strokes filled with skill and talent. "Fuck," Kent said in a rough voice "I would kill for a pussy like this. So hot and tight, she's gripping my hand like a velvet fist."

Asher shifted against her and whispered, "Take it. Take what we have to offer. Use his hand to make yourself come."

Releasing her hands, Asher placed them around his shoulders and let her use his body as leverage to slam herself against Kent's busy fingers. Firm, warm, Asher's dark skin stood out against her hands and she lifted herself off the bed and rode Kent's hand. Close, so close, the orgasm hovered out of reach.

This was Asher and Kent giving her this pleasure. The men she lusted after, dreamed about, and trusted more than anyone in the world were finally touching her. Digging her fingernails into Asher's shoulders, she drew into a tight ball as Kent released her hips and pulled the hood of her clit back while she fucked herself on his fingers.

That little movement pushed her over the edge and she began to climax. So good, so very, very good, it was beyond anything she had ever felt. Cries choked off in her throat as she bit Asher's shoulder and tried to muffle her screams. Tensing and contracting, her body kept drawing the orgasm out as Kent withdrew his fingers and rubbed her clit with the gentlest of strokes.

"Fuck," Asher groaned out. "Is she still coming?"

"Yeah." Kent's hard cock pressed into her thigh as he leaned close to her pussy. "God, I want to lick her clean."

With a final shudder, her body finally relaxed and she sagged from Asher's shoulders, panting and sweaty. Awareness began to seep back in, but she was too tired to care. Cuddling back, she nestled her bottom against Asher and sighed when he held her close. His cock, hard and thick, pressed against her ass and she wiggled against him.

"She'll thank us in the morning for not taking advantage of her," Asher said in a tight voice over her head.

"I know." Kent groaned and joined them, smoothing her hair back as his arm draped over her waist. His hard cock pressed into the soft curve of her belly and she sighed, squirming between them on the verge of sleep.

"I think my dick is going to explode," Asher whispered from behind her as she curled her hand around his arm, tugging him closer.

"We can't leave her alone. Do you want to go jack off in the bathroom first or should I?" Kent's voice held an edge of laughter.

"You got to play with that wonderful pussy, so I get the bathroom first." Sliding his arm out from underneath her, the bed shifted as he stood, and she rolled closer to Kent. "Besides, if she doesn't stop working her full and soft ass against me I'm going to come in my pants."

The rest of the conversation faded as she fell into a deep sleep, wrapped in Kent's arms as he ran his hand up and down her back in a soothing motion.

Chapter Three

The TV chattering woke Lalita from the best night's sleep she'd had in nine months. Rubbing her eyes, the sensation of deep satisfaction faded when she saw the closed faces of her men on the other side of the room. It took her a moment to figure out where she was and a flush burned through her face as she remembered in crystal clear detail the events of the night before. The wonderful, earth-shattering, amazingly awesome events of the night before.

After clearing her throat, she said, "Morning."

Kent sat on one side of her and Asher on the other, they exchanged a glance and Kent nodded. Asher took her hand in his. "You talked in your sleep last night." Something that resembled fear flashed through his dark eyes.

"Oh." She tried to remember what she could have said that would make them this worried.

"Does the name Rashid ring a bell?" Kent asked and shifted on the bed, watching her carefully.

"No. Should it?" Even as she said the words, her body tensed and her heart began to pound. She waited, fearful the overwhelming desire would take her over again. While the end result was wonderful, she didn't like the loss of control at all. As she scooted up the bed, she noticed her pajama pants were back on and she wondered who dressed her.

"You spoke about him. Last night in your sleep." Asher stroked the back of her hand with his thumb and she tried to ignore the happy blush staining her cheeks. "You mentioned something about following orders, then your voice got strange."

"What do you mean, strange?"

She wrapped her arms around herself and hunched into a ball. Kent looped his arm around her waist and forced her to uncurl in a move he used to help her stave off a panic attack. "Your voice changed. You sounded like you were imitating someone and you said, 'Lalita, I want you to start visualizing your vase’."

Going slack, her breathing evened out and her eyes closed.

"Shit!" Kent exclaimed and jerked her against his chest. She was aware of their voices, but they seemed unimportant.

"Just like we thought, hypnotic suggestion," Asher rumbled out. He slapped her cheek, and her eyes flew open, wide with shock.

"Are you going to tell me what I said?" she asked and looked around. "Why does my face hurt?" The men exchanged another glance and she gritted her teeth. "Someone better talk to me, right now."

"You've been hypnotized," Kent said, and Asher nodded in agreement. "I've done a fair bit of hypnosis myself in my other job, and you have all the classic signs. We aren't sure who did this to you, but whoever they are they're professionals."

Asher ran his hand over his head. "We don't know how they managed to slip past us in order to do it. Shit, we're with you almost constantly. It has to be someone on the inside."

Kent and Asher never talked about where they gained their skills, and she stored that little bit of information away to go over when she wasn't close to having a nervous breakdown. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she yelled and pushed their hands away. After struggling to crawl across the rumpled bed, she paced the worn carpet and chewed on her lip ring. "Was that what happened last night? Did someone hypnotize me into being a slut? Why the fuck would they do that?"

"You're not a slut," Kent said and tried to grab her arm. She jerked away and moved to the other side of the bed.

Kent placed himself in front of the door, and Asher approached her with his hands held out as if she was some kind of skittish animal. That pissed her off even more and she snarled a creative blend of swear words at him before he touched her.

Dropping his hands, Asher said, "We don't know why someone would do this, but it has to be tied to what is going on--somehow."

"We tried to get you to respond to us in your sleep, but you were too deep in your dreams."

"The answers are locked in your subconscious. We think whatever triggered your … need … yesterday, messed with the block that was put on your conscious mind to forget the hypnosis."

Gripping her arms, she watched herself in the mirror above the battered dresser. Tears filled her eyes and she looked away before they fell. "How did this happen? You were supposed to keep me safe." Her voice cracked on the last word, and both men flinched like she’d slapped them.

"We failed you," Kent said in a rough voice.

Asher placed a hand underneath her chin, tilting her head up. "It won't happen again."

Looking into his dark brown eyes, she crumpled against his chest and let the hurt and despair out in racking sobs. Kent's arms reached around her back and the two men held her between them, forming a living blanket of comfort. Safe in their arms, she let herself be held and cried until her sobs petered off into hitching hiccups.

"C-can you f-fix it?" she stuttered out as she tried to stop the hitching breath in her chest. The sense of violation turned to anger as she grappled with the concept of someone forcing her to do things against her knowledge and will. Thank God it was Asher and Kent with her last night instead of some random stranger.

"Yes," Kent replied from behind her and then placed a kiss on top of her head. "It's going to take time to find your triggers and break down the blocks, but we'll do it."

Asher rubbed her arms in long and soft strokes. "Kent knows his stuff. He'll make it right."

"And when we find this Rashid character, Asher and I will make sure he spends the rest of his short life in extreme amounts of pain."

The thought, though gruesome, cheered her up. "We need to tell my dad what's going on." Her heart constricted as she thought of what her poor father must be going through. "Anything in the news about me?" Both men tensed, and she pushed away from them, leaning back against the edge of the dresser and studying their faces. Whatever it was, the news wasn't good. "Tell me."

Scratching at his neck, Asher said, "You're all over the news. Everyone is looking for you. You've been labeled as an anarchist and the news shows have been running your picture all morning."

"The Sanjit's managed to keep me and Asher out of it. Hopefully that means the government isn't looking for us either."

She sagged against the edge of the dresser and gaped at them. "I'm screwed."

Kent shoved his hands into his pockets. "Yes and no. The pictures they're running of you are in full Goth regalia with the ten pounds of that makeup paste you like to cover yourself in."

Asher ignored her evil glare with a twitch of his lips fighting back a smile. "It wouldn't be too hard to disguise you. People see what they want to see, and if we make you into something normal you should be able to pass."

"What do you mean, normal," she narrowed her eyes and spread her legs into a fighting stance. Instead of looking intimidated, now both men were definitely amused.

"There's a Wal-Mart down the street." Asher ignored her groan and continued, "I'm going to go get some supplies while Kent stays with you."

Kent turned up the TV and cut off her tirade.

"Lalita Chetana is wanted for espionage and a host of other serious crimes," the newscaster said with a dour expression on his face. "Considered armed and dangerous, the public is urged to contact authorities as soon as they see her." A picture of her dolled up in blue and purple latex for a night on the town flashed across the screen. Purple and blue sparkly eye shadow extended artistically out to the lower half of her face and her lip ring stood out against the ice-blue lipstick.

"Nice outfit," Kent commented in a dry tone

Ignoring him, she huffed out, "Fine, go get me a disguise." Her stomach rumbled and she added, "And some food."

Asher bowed to her and kissed her hand. "Your wish is my command, Princess."

Her heart stuttered in her chest as the brush of his lips and heat flashed through her body. Tensing, she waited for it to turn into punishing need, but it faded into the pleasant afterglow of desire.

Kent pushed her toward the tiny bathroom. "Take a bath, relax. By the time you get out Asher will be back."