Captive Heroes (5 page)

Yes, she was a sexual woman, but usually she needed a bit more stimulation to get her motor running. And her motor was definitely running fast and hot. Perspiration sprinkled across her forehead and her breaths became raspy as she rolled her tender nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

Erotic tightness zipped through her pussy and a harsh, insistent ache pulsed deep inside her vagina. The need for release had her squeezing her nipples tighter. The buds grew harder and she clamped her thighs together, trying to get some friction going while she tended her breasts.

Urgency made her move one of her hands from her breast and thrust her top up, allowing the air to directly brush her fevered flesh. While she tugged her nipple, she used her free hand to peel off the skirt and drop it to the cage floor at her feet. She spread her legs and moved her hand between her thighs, smiling as she discovered the wet heat.

She arched her hips and moaned as her fingers pressed past her wet pussy lips and swept feverishly against her swollen, sensitive clit. She trembled at the intoxicating friction and, within seconds, hot ripples of need built deep inside. Using the hot cream of her arousal as lubrication, she rubbed her clit with firm pressure, pinched and plucked her nipples harder and harder until the erotic bite shredded her like an unleashed storm.

She lost control. Lost herself in the mindless enjoyment. She barely heard herself cry out into the quiet stillness of the deep, dark night. Barely cared if anyone heard her.

Shaking and moaning, she jerked and bucked her hips, suspending herself on a rack of pleasure. Thrusting two fingers inside, she withdrew and plunged in again, making sure she rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings of her clit every time.

She fantasized about the stranger taking her right here on the bench. He would be impatient, demanding yet tender. She’d seen at least that much in his eyes. Eyes that were unreadable most of the day, but every now and then gave her glimpses of his sexual needs, knowingly or unknowingly. She didn’t care which. She just wanted him.

Tweaking her nipples, she continued her mad, erotic thrusts into her pussy. His lovemaking would be addictive. Intoxicating.

As she came a second time, Kayla grew more aroused than before.

Shit!

* * * * *

Taylor watched her from the shadows, panting as the silvery moon splashed beams of light over the female’s near-naked figure. She sat half on, half off the bench.

Her garment was thrust up, revealing pert, luscious, creamy breasts he ached to touch. He craved to cup her swollen flesh in his palms. His breathing grew rapid and his cock throbbed and swelled as she moaned and thrust her fingers between her wide-spread thighs.

Gritting his teeth, he was able to keep himself from stroking his cock. He could withhold getting his satisfaction for a long time. Denial had been trained into him over the years and the learning he’d endured as a sex slave was hard to forget.

He would take this woman. He would quell his sex-slave training of self-control. But first he needed to break her out of that cage. Sighing with frustration, Taylor ignored the insistent throb in his cock and balls.

After the two females had led him to a secluded area and tied him to a tree, he’d held his breath, awaiting the ankle bracelet he was sure would come. But they appeared too involved with each other as they’d held hands and giggled. Sexy, muffled moans and whimpers had come from behind some bushes they’d retreated to, and then later, silence. He’d waited a long time, making sure they slept before he’d moved into action.

Slipping out of the binds had not been too much trouble. He’d used the friction of the ropes to cut into his flesh. The blood made things slippery enough to free himself. Then he had headed toward the wagon. That’s when he saw the woman…and what she was doing to herself. In Death Valley, masturbating—for females—was not allowed. Punishment would be whippings and bondage.

Taylor grinned despite the discomfort plaguing his lower half. He would enjoy punishing this woman for her transgression.

He could hardly wait.

Chapter Three

If she weren’t so exhausted from her several intense orgasms, Kayla wouldn’t have hesitated bringing herself off yet again. But the euphoria of the sexual haze drifting all around her was sweeping her into a blissful peace she really enjoyed. Her mind was freeing itself, devoid of questions, of anxiety and fear. She wanted to drown in the erotic blankness.

She would have, too, had she not smelled
him
. His dominant, fiercely sexy scent—a combination of dust, sweat and intensity—tensed every fiber inside her into live wires of sexual awareness and intoxicating need.

A split second later, she snapped her eyes open and found a shadowy figure fiddling quietly with the padlock of the cage door. She’d studied his silhouette enough during the day to recognize his powerful build, and she couldn’t stop the sensual gasp whispering past her lips as her body hummed with erotic alertness for him.

“Not a sound,” he whispered.

Suddenly her senses returned. He was breaking her out!
Gosh!
Had he been watching her masturbate?
Oh man, how embarrassing!

Blushing profusely at her disarrayed attire, she rushed to get her skirt back on and her top in place.

Her legs nearly buckled, but she managed to hold on to the nearby bars until she was strong enough to walk to the door. A moment later, he opened the cage and his hands snaked in. Grabbing her by the waist, he literally swept her off her feet and she sailed right out of the cage.

Powerful man!

Those two words pounded into her brain like a battering ram and excitement and fear swept through her. He could overpower her easily. He could dominate her. Do whatever he wished to her once he got her away from their captors.

In the silvery glow of moonlight his deep-set eyes glittered with lust, and the strong chin, the firm set of his full mouth spoke of self-control. Tension oozed off him as he settled her upon the ground ever so gently, an indication that maybe he wouldn’t hurt her at all.

She couldn’t help but drop her gaze to hungrily scan those scars lacing his muscular chest, which was dusted with a soft shadow of hair. Once again heat flared deep inside her vagina, sending her senses whirling into erotic mode.

Shit!
All that masturbating was for naught. She was more aroused than ever! And it didn’t even seem that she cared about escaping after all. She was nuts! She had to be. She resisted the sudden urge to slap this man silly for making her throb with such intense need for him.

“We go now. Stay silent,” he said coolly. The hands wrapped around her waist slipped away, and then his fingers intertwined with hers and he held tight as he pulled her along behind him.

Fuck!
The powerful grasp of his strong fingers captured her full attention and sent conflicting emotions spiraling through her. Dazed excitement at having him rescue her and feminine relief at having such a big, muscular man protecting her.

Most of all, though, erotic-sweet fear had slipped into her bloodstream at the rock-hard, huge erection he was toting for her. For sure he’d been watching her masturbate.

His intentions for rescuing her were clear. And if she were to accommodate his blatantly demanding cock? What then? Would he let her go? Or would he turn her into a submissive sex slave?

She wasn’t sure if he would agree to help her find her sisters and brothers. She didn’t really care about anything but having him thrusting between her thighs. Her emotions had once again gone haywire. She was in trouble.

Big trouble!

* * * * *

She still had no idea who in the world she was, where she came from or how she got lost in this god-forsaken jungle. Looking down at the silver medical alert bracelet, she couldn’t so much as fathom a memory.

Kinley Hero
. The name felt right as she said it over and over in her head. The name belonged to her, yet she couldn’t think of a reason of why she was lost in this jungle. She remembered bursts of flames dancing on the water, the smell of fuel, her swimming with two other women. The blonde-haired woman with the startling blue eyes had told her to stay with the unconscious one, and then Kinley had awoken to that Blackie man fucking her senseless with his fingers.

After killing the brute who’d tried to rape her, she’d seen the horror in Blackie’s dark eyes. Stabbing her attacker had happened so fast everything around the incident was hazy. Blackie would most likely want revenge against her for killing his friend. Yet he was the only person she could think of to get her out of this jungle. Keeping close to him even though he continued to track her made her hope that sooner or later, he would tire of her and head out to civilization. She’d be right behind him. That is, if she could keep from being captured by him.

She just needed to stay close to him and not get caught. Close enough so she could watch his evening bathing ritual, but at the same time not be seen. Spying on him was the highlight of each night.

Between the huge ferns, she lay on her tummy on the soft warm moss, her elbows upon the ground and her hands tucked beneath her chin.

The water sparkled as he stood knee-deep in the river and washed himself about forty feet away. The gentle, slow strokes as he lathered the corded, tanned muscles on his chest mesmerized her.

Magnificent beast.

A fissure of guilt sliced through her over the stab wound on his shoulder. He hadn’t covered it and the angry, red gash was a constant reminder of how violent she could be when threatened.

Quickly she brushed aside her guilt. He’d had it coming. If he’d been nice, like the first time he’d had her, she would have been more accommodating. But he’d scared her with his brutality. Instinctively she’d panicked and defended herself.

But she didn’t want to think about that now. She just wanted to watch the erotic show he put on before he went to sleep.

Glorious cock
.

Her pussy throbbed with longing when he dropped his loincloth to reveal a long, swollen, fully aroused penis. She ached to have it in her mouth. She wanted to taste him, to smooth her tongue over the swollen, round cock head, to listen to his groans of arousal…just like he was groaning now.

Both his hands were stroking the enormous length of his cock. His eyelids were half closed and his breath was escaping quickly between slightly parted lips. She trembled at his masculine groans as they drifted through the dusky evening air.

He looked so glorious standing in the river. A bronze, black-haired god. A powerful man who caressed his hard cock, urging himself closer into a pleasure land.

Feverish heat and her own arousal uncurled through her body, and quietly she moved to a seated position. She untied the shoulder straps of her garment and allowed her flimsy top to drop. Staring at his sexy bedroom eyes, she smoothed her palms lightly over her tender nipples, her body throbbing in an erotic rhythm to match his moans. The featherlight touches on her flesh made her fantasize about him being here, touching her.

Just thinking about him having his hands moving sensuously across her body had her aching and shuddering. Uncrossing her legs, she dropped one hand between her thighs and found herself wet for him. Her finger dipped like an erotic flame into her soaked vagina. She pushed her finger deeper inside and pulled it out again, parting her labia, and seared a creamed finger against her clit with a soft, tender massage.

She’d been doing this, pleasuring herself, for the past several nights while he masturbated during his evening bath. Call it entertainment on her part, or a desperate need for human companionship any way she could get it. Spying on him while he touched himself drew her like a moth to a flame.

She was the moth and she needed to be very careful with her arousal or he would discover her secret. For a split second, she had an odd sense of déjà vu that she’d been burned terribly by someone in the past. Someone other than the attacker she’d killed. But the feeling quickly vanished as the heat of desire erupted to the forefront of her thoughts.

Her nipples hardened beneath the palm of her hand as she continued the featherlight friction. With each thrust of her finger inside her channel and back out to massage her clit, she relaxed the tight control she’d wrapped around herself after discovering that nasty man who’d almost raped her. Maybe she’d been in shock…or perhaps there was another reason? But she wouldn’t go there. Not now, when she was in the mood for pleasure.

Several more hard massages and quick thrusts and she fell into exquisite shivers. Her pussy flared with erotic need and she jerked as hard bursts of tremors splashed through her. Gritting her teeth, she bit into the release. Bit into the moans and whimpers threatening to give her secret satisfaction away.

* * * * *

Blackie could just about drown in his memories of earlier today. The female he had for too brief of moments squirming beneath his body. While he stood in the river, the cool liquid brushing past his legs, his hands stroking the massive length of his swollen, bruise-colored flesh, he stripped himself of all thoughts of revenge. In his mind’s eye, there was just the two of them. Male and female.

He groaned roughly as he imagined her on her knees and naked between his thighs. Her sweet mouth smiling up at him, her green eyes full of heat and want for him. Her delicate fingers roughly stroking his elongated cock. Her wet pink tongue licking his purple, blood-engorged cock head, her teeth pulling sweetly on his ring, creating a shocking satisfaction.

Yes, she would enjoy his cock plunging between her full lips. All her fears of him would dissolve as she thought only of pleasuring him and herself.

Her breathing would be labored. Just like his. Her eyes lust-filled for him. Her eyelids heavy and drooping in anticipation of knowing that when she brought him to the edge of climax, he would push her to the ground and she would lie flat on her back, knees up, legs spread. Her breasts swollen, her nipples red and pebbled.

He would part her plump pussy lips with his fingers, opening her vagina that glistened with juices. She’d extend her arms to him in welcome as he came down upon her, his hard, swollen shaft sliding into her.

As Blackie continued to stroke his cock, the desire for release grew almost to the point of pain. Yet he continued to hold back. He wanted to be here, wrapped up in this wonderful assault on his senses, for just a few moments longer.

He swore he could feel the warmth of her succulent cunt muscles wrapped around his flesh as he penetrated her. She would moan as her tight vagina stretched, accommodating his erection, and she would cry out in both surprise and anticipation at his size, wiggling her hips beneath him as he drove into her over and over again, impaling her to the hilt.

His control began to slip as he envisioned the sweet way she would scrunch her eyes as he withdrew and penetrated her again. His heart thundered in his chest as his body demanded release. Erotic spasms and violent tremors shimmered and burst along his shaft in lightning speed and the gut-wrenching explosions caved his self-control. From somewhere far off her sensual moans and sexy whimpers literally bounced across the water.

Goddess of Freedom! If he didn’t know any better he would swear she was here, nearby, the whimpers of her arousal real. He sank deeper into his fantasy of her. Sank deeper into her succulent pussy. The bold plunges produced magnificent spasms that shifted like electricity through his cock and balls. Shaking with wild abandon, he released himself onto his hands, imagining his release into her.

“You belong to me,” he groaned into the orgasm. “You will be mine. I will own you.”

An answering sexy moan drifted through the cool night air. He stiffened with renewed awareness. Had he imagined that erotic sigh? Or was it, in fact, real?

* * * * *

A deep sense of helplessness assaulted Kayla Hero as the stranger continued to haul her through the dark jungle. Sharp irritation mounted through her too. Bursts of anger at the shards of pain zipping into the soles of her bare feet every time she stepped on a jagged stone. Her anger and frustration only increased as nasty branches sprang out of the darkness and whipped parts of her tender body.

Man!
She’d been a jogger back home, but this kind of running just didn’t cut it. She preferred pounding her running-shoe-clad feet onto cement pathways, not this uneven ground with an abundance of tangled vines.

She was beginning to hate her rescuer. With every hour that passed her hatred grew. How dare he keep up such a dramatic pace, and how could she be so stupid as to mindlessly follow a stranger like this? Not that she had much of a choice with the powerful grip he maintained on her hand.

She’d been rescued from being a prisoner in a cage to being a prisoner to
him.
Where in the world was he getting all his energy from?

God, he’d been dragged behind the cage all day with virtually no water to drink and he’d kept up this grueling pace through the night. As she ran with him, gray sky splashed through the dense jungle growth. A new day was dawning.

All she wanted to do was simply stop running and lie down on the ground and let the ferns swallow her as she sailed into oblivious sleep. She’d never been so exhausted in her life and every muscle in her body sang with aches and pains from the brutal punishment.