Pleasure Bound - Complete (40 page)

A strangled moan erupted from his mouth as he slid in and out of her wet channel with long strong delicious strokes that only increased the violent spasms rocking her body.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Virgin,” she heard him groan from somewhere far away.

She didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to think about anything but the beautiful sensations of being fucked by a passion infected male. She lifted her legs and dug her heels into his firm ass, bringing him even deeper inside her with his every thrust.

“I’ve grown fond of you too, Buck,” she groaned.

She felt the catch in her throat as the truth of her words spread warmth throughout her entire body.

At her confession he bucked his hips, mercilessly driving massive penis harder into her. She couldn’t stop the cry of arousal from escaping her lips as the spirals of pleasure splashed over her like a brilliant waterfall allowing her to forget the horrible betrayal she’d set into motion against Buck Hero.

Chapter Seven

Somehow Virgin knew she was dreaming but she couldn’t seem to stop it from unfolding or diminish the terror it brought to her whole being.

They were coming for her! She could hear their quick determined footsteps as they hurried toward her cell. Sexual tension hummed inside her body at the thought of where they would be taking her.

A key grated in her cell door and Virgin held her breath as the three guards rushed inside quickly grabbing her by her bare arms.

“It’s that time again, Virgin. Time to put another bun in the oven.” One of the guards sneered darkly. In retaliation Virgin spat on the guard’s face.

“You bitch!” The guard cried out and backhanded her across the face.

The pain splashing against her cheek was a small price to pay. She needed the guards to think she didn’t want to go with them. Needed them to believe she hated what they were about to do to her.

“Best not to fight it, Virgin,” another guard whispered in her ear as they dragged her naked body kicking and screaming from her cell.

They yanked her down the long hallway, past the cheers and whistles of the other prisoners locked away in cells. Soon she was being shoved inside the room.

Both dread and arousal zipped along her nerves as they hoisted her like a rag doll onto the bed. Within seconds her wrists were tied to the bed’s sidebars, her ass propped up on a padded ramp. Her legs were flung over an iron bar and spread ever so wide. Her ankles tied to the bar so she couldn’t move away from what was about to happen.

Outwardly she cursed them. Inwardly her body hummed with sexual arousal. Truth be known, if anyone discovered she enjoyed the machine so much they would have found other more clinical more boring ways of trying to impregnate her. At least this way she’d been able to look forward to being sexually aroused and satisfied by the fucking machine in this drab prison.

The guards chuckled evilly as the delicious cones were fitted snugly over her breasts.

She bit her bottom lip to prevent from crying out shamelessly as the seductive feathery touch of the finger-like objects inside the cones immediately grabbed a hold of her nipples and began to knead and pinch her flesh. Within a split second her nipples thickened and hardened becoming agonizingly erect with shameless need.

Next came the perfectly fitted clit cone. The guard worked quickly and efficiently and Virgin sighed with excitement as the cone pulsed to life against her pleasure pearl.

When the massive dildo was inserted too quickly and too harshly Virgin cried out at being impaled so heartlessly.

“This time we’ll get you pregnant, Virgin.” One of the guards spat. “We’ve discovered your secret. Discovered why we can’t get you pregnant.”

A fissure of fear raced through her body. They’d discovered her secret?

Sweet Goddess of Freedom, no!

Despite her terror, her body hummed to life as the massive dildo began to slowly move out of her.

“We know your secret, Virgin.” The guard continued to taunt.

She gasped as the massive dildo plunged back inside of her. The finger-like objects beneath the breast cones stroked her nipples bringing on the familiar arousing of an oncoming climax.

“We know your secret.” The guard’s words shifted through her pleasure yet again.

“No, you can’t know. No one knows.” Virgin clamped down on the pleasure threatening to cascade over her senses.

“Yes, we know, Virgin. And you’ll be producing male slaves for the rest of your life.”

Perspiration dotted her flushed skin as she tried to fight off the passionate effects of the fucking machine. She had to get out of here. Had to break the seductive hold. If they were telling the truth, if they knew her secret contraceptive, then they must have injected an antidote into the machine. If it roared and shot the sperm deep inside of her, she would be impregnated.

She didn’t want babies produced in such a cold sterile atmosphere. Suddenly she didn’t want to be sexually aroused by a mere fucking machine anymore.

She wanted Buck Hero. Wanted only his children. Wanted to be with him for eternity.

Against her will the arousal coursed through her body. Shivering against the ecstasy growing between her legs, she cried out as the machine slowly began to roar. It was preparing the sperm! Stop the machine!

Buck Hero’s face loomed before her. Disgust blushed his cheeks an angry red.

“You could have had your freedom but instead you betrayed me. Now you can stay here in prison and rot and pop out male slave after male slave for the women to use and abuse.”

Oh, what had she done? Why had she betrayed Buck Hero?

“I’m sorry, Buck. I didn’t have any choice,” she screamed.

Buck shook his head wearily and his face began to dissolve. ”You should have trusted me, Virgin. You should have trusted me. You’ve made your bed, Virgin. Now you lie in it. ”

“Come back Buck! I’m sorry. Please come back!” She yelled.

The roaring sound grew louder and louder and Virgin continued to scream.

A sharp sting to her cheek snapped Virgin’s eyes wide open.

Buck Hero’s face loomed right there in front of her, just like in the nightmare.

Yet no anger creased his face. Only concern.

“It’s okay. It’s just a dream. Just a dream,” he whispered as his warm fingers caressed her burning cheek.

Just a dream
?

No! It was a nightmare!

Or a premonition?

Virgin shivered violently.

“Hey, take it easy. Everything is fine,” he said as he wrapped his protective arms around her.

No. Nothing was fine. And it never would be. Not if she betrayed Buck Hero.

Despite her feelings of doom and gloom she snuggled her injured cheek onto his broad muscular chest and tried hard to stop herself from shaking. 

“I’m sorry I had to slap you. You were hysterical. I couldn’t wake you up. Did I hurt you bad?”

She shook her head. The burning his slap created was quickly diminishing.

His arms tightened slightly. “I find it helps to talk out a nightmare. Maybe I can help put things into perspective for you?”

“It was nothing,” she lied.

He remained silent and she lay quietly in his warm embrace listening to his strong heartbeat in her ear and to the steady pounding of raindrops against the roof of the shelter.

It felt oddly peaceful listening to the lullaby sound of his steady breathing.  She liked the hot feel of his warm chest pressed against her cheek. Liked his clean masculine scent and loved the interesting way his hand reached across her waist to intimately clasp her fingers with his.

“I was wondering about something.” Buck said quietly.

“Hmm?”

“What are you running from?”

Virgin sighed. She wished he would just hold her and keep silent.

“It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got all the time in the world. Tell me. I really am interested.”

“Why do you need to know?”

Lightning flashed at the tiny windows and his fingers tightened around hers.

“Because I want to know everything about the woman who saved my life.”

“Is that the only reason? Because I saved your life?”

“It might have a little to do with it. But there is this thing called sexual chemistry. Some people just connect violently the instant they see each other. Like we did. And now that the passion poison is beginning to wear off I find that I want to get to know you better.”

“What do you want to know?”

“You can start by telling me what you’re running from?”

She could feel the heat of his body pressing so intimately against her skin. The impregnating machines were so cold and sterile. They were nothing compared to this male.

Virgin sighed. She wanted to tell him everything.

Wanted to tell him about the fucking machines she’d been hooked up to in prison. Wished she could tell him why she’d taken him from certain death at the hands of the Yellow Hairs and why she’d fucked him in order to save his life and she ached to explain why she had to betray him.

But she held herself back. Some things she couldn’t tell him.

Other things she could.

“I’m an escaped fugitive from prison.”

“Really? You don’t strike me as a criminal. What happened?”

There was concern and acceptance in his voice, almost as if he’d been expecting her confession. She hadn’t expected to be surprised at his interesting reaction.

But how else would he react? After all he was a male. He wasn’t a part of society as she was. He wasn’t subject to prison sentences like women were when they did something wrong. If a male did something bad, he was merely killed. He didn’t have to suffer for endless years by being sentence to producing future slaves for the hubs.

“I spent thirteen months of a life sentence in prison. I escaped with the help of some friends.”

“A life sentence?”  To her surprise his thumb brushed erotically against the side of her mouth and she wanted to taste his finger. “You must have done something really bad to end up in prison. What did you do?”

Again, he seemed to be accepting her explanation too easily.

Virgin shook the disturbing thought away. Of course he was accepting what she told him. He was a male. For some insane reason over the past twenty-four hours she seemed to have forgotten that fact.

“I was framed. Sort of,” she admitted, sighing with pleasure at the tender way he traced her upper lip.

“Sort of framed for what?” he asked softly.

“Technically I was convicted of educating several male sex slaves but I really only educated one.” She hesitated for a moment as she remembered the raw emotions of what had happened.

“His name was Jarod. He was my twin.”

His thumb stilled on her mouth. “Was?”

“He is dead. He was killed after the Slave Uprising.”

“I’m so sorry. It must have been hard for you. I have brothers and sisters of my own and if anything ever happened to my family…” His trailing words were strong and full of passion.

“These brothers? Are they the ones who are educated like you? The ones who have been running around free?”

“Yes.”

“And this word family? What does it mean?” She vaguely remembered mention of that concept during her schooling, something about a past society. She’d never been too interested in theoretical studies. Always preferred practical hands-on studies. Now she wished she’d paid more attention to her schoolwork.

“Family is a group of people who love each other. With the right mix of loved ones, you can feel so safe and secure that it’s like a drug. You can depend on them, trust them and get support from them and in return they get the same from you. Yet it goes much deeper than that. It’s something right here.” He placed a large hand over her heart.

“You know you belong with them and they belong with you. It’s such a strong feeling that you’ll fight with your very life to keep that feeling safe. You’ll fight to keep your family safe.”

Virgin knew exactly what he was saying. Family was the reason she’d rescued this male from certain death. It was the reason why she’d fucked him. The reason she wanted him cured and the reason she would ultimately betray him.

“You would do anything to save your family?” she asked.

“Yes, I would.”

Virgin grimaced as conflicting feelings bombarded her.

He said he would do anything to protect those other well-hung talking males. He said they were family. If he had the same protective instincts toward his family as she did…

She could use his family to get him to do what she wanted. In a sense, she could use his family to betray Buck Hero.

The male interrupted her thoughts. “Tell me more about this Slave Uprising?”

“You haven’t heard of it? I thought everyone had heard of it.”

“I come from very far away,” he explained.

A rush of excitement burned through her. “From The Outer Limits?”