Captive Heroes (21 page)

She bucked against him, her mind wild with anticipation of the oncoming climax. And then suddenly she was there, the orgasm exploding through her like a rocket.

He fucked her with increasing power, bringing her deeper into the erotic convulsive shudders tugging her apart—body, mind and soul. She moved faster and harder, crashing against him with his every deep thrust, and was quickly carried away in a current of exquisite pleasure.

Somewhere far away, she heard him cry out his own release and hot jets of sperm spurted deep inside her. This time she didn’t care if he would make her pregnant or give her some disease. This time, she trusted him…and trusting him made all the difference.

* * * * *

Pleasure still burst in Kayla’s eyes as Taylor withdrew from her following her third orgasm. Her face was flushed pink, her hair tangled with a wildness he really liked and her body looked so beautiful. Her breasts heaved with every tortured breath and her inner thighs continued to shiver as he placed her on the bed. She reached out to him but he shook his head. Frustration snapped through her eyes and he smiled at her, liking that she wanted him to take her again.

“The plug,” he whispered. “I will insert the plug now.”

A sliver of fear sliced into her eyes and then it disappeared, as if her increasing trust of him moved it aside. She was a virgin there and he would be gentle. He would need to wait to take her there, but he would wait until her muscles grew accustomed to the plug. He wasn’t sure how long he could wait though. He wanted to be with her, over and over again. Just with her.

In her. Everywhere. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass.

Taylor padded to where he’d placed the plug to dry—on a clean piece of weave upon the windowsill in the sunshine. He would insert it, and then he would fuck her until she fell asleep in his arms.

He just could not believe that he, Taylor, wanted only this woman. During his life as a slave he had preferred taking several females during sex. Although he had never enjoyed being commanded by the women, he did find it enjoyable having sex with more than one at the same time. He performed better sexually that way and was given that luxury when he was sent to Brothel Town.

But those urges were gone. And they would never return as long as she was with him.

As he approached her, her beautiful eyes flashed with a need for more sex. Her hands played with her nipples, her knees were up and her legs were spread, giving him a juicy glimpse of her engorged clit and labia and the wetness from his earlier visits.

His body felt unbelievably taut as he looked down at her, splayed out on the bed. His cock screamed at him to climb onto her and plunge himself into her tight, wet sheath, to give her more of the pleasure she enjoyed. But he held off. She needed to be readied or he would hurt her.

He’d fucked many females in the ass, but never a virgin. Other females took virgin females in the ass themselves first with the help of their abundant sex toys. The women who enjoyed anal sex had come to him well-versed in the art. He looked forward to introducing Kayla to this type of sex, for it was quite different than vaginal.

“Turn over and raise your hips,” he instructed as he stood over her.

She played with her nipples for a few more seconds, her eyes glazed with lust as she looked up at him. Then finally, as if registering what he commanded from her, she moaned softly and turned over, getting into the position he wished.

Reaching into a nearby basket, he lifted a wooden container that held a concoction he’d made early this morning while she’d slept. It was a thick, slippery material, a safe substance from the roots of plants the males in Death Valley made in order to lube their females.

Dipping his fingers into the soft salve, he held his breath as he instructed her to pull her ass cheeks apart. She did and Taylor moaned softly at the sight of the tight ring of muscles and the tiny hole in the middle.

His cock clenched with need and he shuddered with excitement. She would be tight. So tight. And he would be her first male for anal sex.

He slid a lubed finger against her hole and she tensed. A whimper of fear escaped her lips. Understandable. This would be foreign to her.

“You have nothing to fear, my beautiful female.” He spoke to her in the softest of whispers, knowing it would soothe her. “It may be uncomfortable a little at first. But then your muscles will stretch to accommodate it. Later I will explain the caring of the plug and how and when you will clean it.”

Her breaths were coming faster with excitement. She nodded jerkily, said nothing.

“When the plug has stretched you, then I will fuck you there,” he said.

“How…how long?”

“Perhaps by the eve of tomorrow.”

She nodded again and her eyelids fluttered. Ah yes, she was heavy with lust. Lust, fear and anticipation of what was to come.

“You will do well to calm your body as I insert the plug. It will be easier on you,” he said, and slowly pressed his lubed finger against her tight muscles.

She moaned softly as he pushed. Then he was inside her very sweet ass. He explored her gently, tenderly, moving his finger in slowly. As he explored her tightness, his cock raged with arousal and the eagerness of penetrating her. She would be the tightest female he had ever taken. The idea rocked him to his core.

Withdrawing gently, he dipped more lube onto his finger and inserted it into her. He did this several times before entering her with two fingers.

Her ass muscles responded, clasping his generously lubed fingers. Taylor couldn’t help but grit his teeth and groan at the persistent throbbing in his cock and swollen balls. He needed to hurry and complete his preparation or he would come before he was even finished.

* * * * *

The erotic way his fingers explored her back end had Kayla biting her bottom lip. The pressure was immense and the tightness within her body almost unbearable as new tremors shimmered to life and raced through her. She’d never experienced such fullness before. It was mind-boggling, to say the least. Frightening too, but she trusted him.

He explored her with such gentleness she once again wondered how a big guy like him, her Tarzan with a limp, could be so tender. Yet here she was, splayed out naked with his fingers dipping in and out of her rear end. If anyone would have told her she would be allowing a guy to do this to her—a guy from another planet and on another planet—she would have said they were freaking crazy.

“Easy now. I am to insert the plug,” he said with such softness her trust increased. He truly did seem concerned about her uneasiness in this situation.

Despite his earlier advice to stay relaxed, she couldn’t help but remain tense. Her breath halted in her throat as the flared head of the plug pushed against her sphincter.

Oh my!

Dare she say the plug was too big? And didn’t he say he would be bigger?

Her heart began a mad pounding as the lubed plug continued its descent to impale her.

“It will only take a short time,” he reassured.

To her surprise, she was creaming between her thighs and she couldn’t wait for him to finish so he could turn her over and take her.

Wow. She was turning into her sexually adventurous sister Kinley, wasn’t she?

Kayla chuckled to herself, but then her thoughts all came crashing back to the one pinpoint of her existence. To what he was doing to her back there.

The toy extended her anal muscles, making her moan at the interesting bite of pain stretching into her. The pain quickly mingled with an exquisite arousal that had her gasping.

“Almost completed,” he whispered.

She whimpered as the pressure merely intensified. He must have been at the middle of the plug and she braced herself for a little while longer.

This better be worth it!

Quivers cascaded through her bottom, tormenting her and leaving her dazed with awe.

Finally the insertion stopped, greeting her with an awesome fullness that actually wasn’t half bad.

“It is complete,” he replied with pride. “You will be mine.”

She exhaled freely, grateful it was indeed over. It was kind of neat that he was thinking she would be his. She wanted to turn herself around, but obviously he had other ideas as his hot hands cradled her ass cheeks. He held her tenderly, the heat of his palms scorching her flesh. He pressed gently against her ass, which made the plug go deeper into her.

She blew out a tense breath, wanting him to touch her a little lower. Since the plug was fully lodged and she was starting to get used to the interesting fullness, her pussy needed some tender loving care. The bed dipped down between her legs. What was he up to?

“Your ass is the most beautiful of all females I have been with,” he boasted.

Kayla frowned as a touch of anger flared through her. “Didn’t anyone teach you it is bad etiquette to speak about other women when you are with one?”

Taylor chuckled and smoothed those calloused palms over her cheeks. Hmmm…such a tender caress.

“Touching me like that will get you forgiven for pretty much anything,” she murmured.

“And how about like this?”

A moist butterfly kiss tickled her left ass cheek.

“Hmmm…this is nice,” she replied, melting beneath several more such kisses.

“Perhaps if you lift your ass up and place your knees beneath your tummy, I will take you from behind while you lie here.”

Perhaps? This sudden bout of gentlemanly manners must be the sex slave in him coming out.

She did as he suggested, her pussy creaming all the way, the plug nudging and prodding in her ass as she climbed into a crouched position. Keeping her breasts and head down against the mat, she eagerly anticipated his arrival from behind. To her surprise, instead of him impaling her, his hot breath breezed against her clit.

Oh wow, he was going to go down on her!

Her dazed senses snapped to attention as his hot mouth fused over her pussy, his tongue dashing inside her vagina about an inch or so. She moaned as he stroked his tongue against her G-spot.

She tightened her thighs against his head, aching for firmer pressure. He nuzzled his upper lip against her clit and pressed up and down very slowly while the tip of his tongue continued to poke her G-spot. The dual touching unleashed an array of exquisite shivers that had her panting and moaning.

My, oh my, but the man had a talented mouth.

Her thighs trembled and her pussy clenched around his tongue as he continued his delicious assault.

When she swore she could take no more…when she swore she was going to scream if he didn’t take her, he stopped. The bed moved as he got into position behind her. She gasped as his hot hands slid beneath her shuddering thighs. He lifted her just high enough so he could enter her with his cock.

She cried out as he slowly pushed his shaft into her vagina. Due to the fullness of the butt plug, she was ultra-snug for him. She luxuriated in every animalistic, appreciative groan from him and loved every elevated vein in his cock as he stretched into her wet pussy.

“Very…nice,” he ground out as he impaled her.

Wow, very full.

She gasped around the intensity of being double penetrated.

She cried out and arched into him as he withdrew and slid into her again. This time he came in a little harder and firmer.

He stopped, his breathing heavy and raspy. “Easy,” he whispered after a moment.

She wasn’t sure if he was talking to himself or her, but she instinctively struggled to relax. Although how could she loosen up with such a huge plug and shaft inside her?

When she forced herself to calm down a little and accept his intrusion, he began moving in and out, building to a fast pistoning rhythm that created a magnetic friction against her already sensitive clit and G-spot.

Naughty fire erupted and sizzled through her. She clutched the mat beneath her and held on tight as the bed moved back and forth while he thrust and fucked her. His hard, driving rhythm quickly had her body tightening and in a few seconds pleasure rocked her. She careened easily into an explosive orgasm, her entire body torn by shudders and convulsions.

She scrunched her eyes tighter and sharp, hot tingles sparkled and embraced her body as he continued thrusting into her. His erotic moans intoxicated her and the hot slide of his cock in and out of her was a perfect possession.

Gosh, this guy was
so
good.

Lust tightened her thighs even more and she fell headlong into another climax. It gripped her, held her, and then Taylor cried out into his own release, the sensual groan so intense it rocked straight into her core.

Afterward, as their shudders slowed and their breathing relaxed, he kept his cock buried deep inside her. Rolling them over onto their sides, his strong, warm arms embraced her and he nuzzled his face erotically against her neck.

They slept.

Chapter Twelve

Blackie stared wide-eyed at the items he’d created from the computer menus Kinley had taught him how to use. Astonishment, excitement and a tinge of fear zipped through him. Exactly how was the spaceship “replicator”, as Kinley called it, able to create such furniture by merely pressing buttons?

It was truly amazing.

A crack of thunder shook the metal floor beneath his feet, but Blackie ignored it. The hammering of his heart was way louder and more intense than the mere bad weather raging outside. The agonizing pleasure slicing painfully into his skin—into his entire body for that matter—was fiercer than any storm. He was in the middle of his own violent squall of sexual need, and with every passing minute he struggled to keep himself focused on the task.

His darkest fantasy now stood in front of him. Its metal parts gleamed magnificently amid the flickering flames thrown off by the array of slender pink and black candles he’d positioned in glass candleholders on various shelves in the room. Beneath his creation, he’d placed a white plush floor mat that would be soft and warm beneath her feet. From where she would sit on the machine, she could view the beautiful flickering candles. As she looked up to the ceiling, she would see the giant glass reflector he had placed there and be able to watch everything he did to her.

Blackie inhaled a deep, steadying breath and nodded his satisfaction. The room was actually a part of the broken-apart spaceship. A sheltered nook behind some smooth, white walls, which—according to Kinley—housed the computers that had once made this ship fly in the sky, and where the energy came from that created these items for his fantasy.

How ships could fly, he did not have the time to question her about. He’d had more important things to do. Now that his tender wound was taken care of with salve and bandages, he was more than ready to take her here.

“Oh I like,” Kinley said from behind him as she stepped into the room. Her voice was sultry and sensual, igniting his needs to newer heights. He clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her, pushing her up against the nearest wall and fucking himself senseless with her.

He was holding on to his last thread of self-control. Thoughts of taking her had been a constant companion while she’d pointed that gun at him and forced him to eat the food she’d created. Food that had been quite tasty. Even while she’d ordered him to place salve and bandages around his wound, and then after when she had shown him how to use the replicator menus, he’d struggled with ripping the gun from her hand and taking her. With the pleasure they’d shared, she would not harm him with the weapon. He had no doubts at all.

He’d been able to hold himself together and play along with her.

Until now.

Even the white-hot lust raging through him as he surveyed the equipment he had produced couldn’t stop him from turning around. Gun or no gun, he wished to take her. But he halted momentarily as he gazed upon her.

She had untied her newly colored hair from all those braids and it fell in erratic waves all around her shoulders. She looked like a sun-kissed, bronze goddess. A succulent female.
His
female.

“You like?” she asked softly, almost shyly, as she stood in front of him. She had no gun. Good. This meant she was ready for him.

She’d put on enticing clothing that made his shaft grow even harder—if that were possible. His breathing increased and perspiration dripped from his forehead.

She also wore a black collar, several colorful, clear jewels sparkling around it. A ring dangled from the middle-front. From the ring trailed a black rope leash. She held the end of it in her hand. The seductive smile she gave him almost unraveled him.

“What is it?” he asked as he stepped forward and stood directly in front of her. She was shorter than him by more than two heads and her petite size only enflamed him. He wished to dominate her. To make his darkest fantasies come true.

She twirled around, showing him every succulent curve the erotic clothing hugged. Hiding her naked body from his eyes only increased his temptations and his sensual needs. He moaned inwardly as his cock and balls swelled even more.

She faced him and looked down at herself. Pride flushed her pretty features. “It’s a sequined dress. I picked it for you. It has a plunging cowl neckline and—”

He reached out and touched the glittering, round items lying on the cloth, bundled at the valley of her breasts. Yes, this clothing looked enticing. Yet it was the warmth of her skin drifting through the interesting dress that captured his entire attention.

He lifted his other hand and, without warning, grabbed the material. She cried out as he ripped the cloth directly in half, all the way from the top right down to the bottom. Her curvy breasts tightened his loins. She wore glistening chains, similar to the ones he had lost to the virgin Yellow Hairs. Obviously she’d been busy with the replicator menus as well.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, her eyes flaring with anger and lust as she tried to gather the ripped ends of the dress back together. As if that gesture would keep him away from her.

“You ruined it.” She pouted. She looked beautiful when she did that with her mouth. The expression was too erotic for him to ignore. Angry impatience flashed through his lust.

“What I require is not a dress,” he growled. “What I require is
my
female.”

Her eyes widened.

Yes, she would be his female through this next phase of the Passion Poison, and she would continue to be his female if he survived it.

He grabbed her by the arm, none too gently, and led her to his prized creation. To what the menu had called a sex machine. It was something he had always wished to make, but he had never had the perfect female.

Until Kinley.

He craved for her to be penetrated by a machine such as the ones he had heard were in the female prisons. The type of machines that impregnated the female convicts. This one, though, would not impregnate. This one would cause her exquisite pleasure.

“I cannot hold myself back any longer,” he said as he pulled her to his chest. He hoped she understood.

“This is your darkest fantasy?” she whispered as she gazed at the big machine, wide eyes full of curiosity.

“You sound surprised.”

“I thought…well…something more dramatic. Maybe along the lines of a whipping or ass paddling. But this…this is very nice.”

More dramatic? Very nice? Blackie inhaled as she moved out of his embrace and walked toward the machine. His gaze zeroed in on the curvy cheeks of her ass and the crack. His cock throbbed as he envisioned what would soon come for her.

“This is where I sit?” she asked as she straddled the plush seat and grinned playfully up at him. The shreds of her dress dangled provocatively off her body and the erotic sight powered more heat through his already overexcited system.

He nodded. Did she even realize how sexy she looked or how intensely he wanted her? From the way her pretty eyes glittered with excitement as she surveyed the metal structure, she might be in for a surprise where this machine was concerned.

His insides were bursting as he held back the lust running through his veins, as if he were standing on a dam that was ready to explode. He would fall into the furious rapids, unable to control himself as he was swept away in the wild torrents of sexual need. This fear of losing self-control frightened him, yet it also exhilarated him. It was the Passion Poison raging through him. He should warn her she may be in trouble. But if he did, she would run. And he needed her like crazy. Needed to drown himself in the pleasure of her body. Of her.

She gazed with wonder at the poles that extended from the base of the machine. All of them had areas that would bend in order for him to move them into the required positions. There was a headrest, arm rests and foot rests, all with restraints. There were also several other poles that had vacuum suctions, probes and dildos.

He was surprised she wasn’t frightened. He had thought she would be afraid of the monstrous machine and its various metal rods and erotic attachments, but she seemed eager to experience what he wanted to do to her.

A growl tore out of him as she squirmed on the seat. She was an exquisitely sensual creature. Adventurous in the ways of sex. He liked that about her. Liked it a lot.

“Well, we may as well begin, Blackie,” she whispered. The eroticism in her voice urged him to move. In moments he would have her totally at his mercy.

He could hardly wait.

* * * * *

Kinley couldn’t stop trembling as Blackie crouched in front of her legs and the sex machine he’d fashioned. She’d tried really hard not to be overly frightened of this huge contraption the moment she’d seen it. The metal arms had intimidated her, but when she’d seen those succulent-looking attachments a naughty fire flared inside her.

Truth was she was a bit frightened and, crazily enough, she was eager too. She’d never seen anything like this before or if she had, well, she sure couldn’t recall.

He certainly did have one heck of a fantasy if this machine was any indication. Who knew something like this would turn him on? Or her, for that matter? But he
was
very turned-on.

The lusty way he gazed at her when he’d ripped her dress right down the middle. What a barbarian! His aggressiveness had turned her on even more yet angered her at the same time. She’d carefully chosen that dress after sifting through the replicator menu for a long time. She thought he might like to slowly peel it off her body and be surprised and aroused as her chains were revealed beneath. But no, he’d gotten straight to the point.

Now he was getting straight to it with this naughty machine of his. She couldn’t help but moan softly as his hot fingers wrapped around her right ankle. He lifted her bare foot off the plush rug and placed it into a foot stirrup. She creamed when he fastened her ankle in place with a restraint. He did the same to her other foot, securing it.

To her surprise, he leaned forward, his hot breath caressing the sole of her left foot. The touch of his stubbly cheek tickled her flesh in an erotic way. She caught her breath at the unexpected sultry tingles that shimmered through her as he opened his mouth and sucked her big toe between his warm, moist lips. His lips tightened and she inhaled sharply as he lashed the bottom of her toe with his bristly tongue. She panted at the sweet touches as he leisurely sucked, slowly bobbing his head, the same way she would if she were taking his cock into her mouth.

Toe fetish?

She grinned and lay against the back and headrests, quickly getting comfortable as he continue sucking. One by one, his warm, firm lips made love to each of her other toes. The firm pressure of his sweet lips and gentle laps of his tongue as it wrapped around and between had her gasping in no time flat. By the time he’d finished with her second foot, excitement snapped through her like live wires and each of her toes tingled with exquisite tension.

Who knew that having her toes sucked so intimately could get her so aroused? Or him, for that matter? For he was quite excited. He lifted his head and stared at her with heavy-lidded eyes. His lips were slightly parted and he was panting hard. He seemed to be in a sensual daze and, as he stood, his taut muscles flexed in his shoulders and chest and the bandages on his wound shone a brilliant white in the soft glow of the candles flickering on the walls.

She had to admit, the man did have taste in décor. It was cozy in here with all these candles. It made her forget about the storm lashing the ship.

She fixated on his erection and her breath hitched in appreciation at the immense size pressing provocatively against his breechclout. She wanted to reach out and take it off him, but he was too far away and obviously had other ideas. He grabbed the metal poles where her legs and feet were attached and moved them outward, spreading her legs oh so wide.

Oh my!
She hadn’t realized her legs could widen so much and it didn’t even hurt.

“Females have dominated me most of my life,” he said, his eyes flaring with heat. His scarred chest expanded with obvious pride and his voice became guttural, primal. “And for much of that time, I have wanted to take a female in the ways I wished to take her, not in the ways she wished me to take her. But it was against their rules. Even when I was with the Death Valley Boys, I could forcefully seduce females, but I wished a willing slave. Now I have my darkest fantasy. You, my submissive, are my willing slave. You and this machine are my fantasy.”

Submissive
.

He certainly had that right. Despite being afraid of him at the beginning, her insides had melted into some semblance of surrender when he’d placed the collar and chains on her. Yeah sure, the Yellow Hairs had freed her, but she hadn’t hesitated in having herself collared again inside that teepee. And he certainly was masterful in the way he treated her. In taking care of her, feeding her, fucking her.

Just as she hoped he would fuck her now. That he would move between her spread thighs and start fucking her. But disappointment rocked her as he stalked around her. First to her side and then behind her. She held her breath as a band draped over her forehead. He tightened it slightly so she couldn’t move her head. Then he tilted her entire upper half until she sat at a forty-five-degree angle.