Pleasure Bound - Complete (45 page)

She wanted to swat those clammy hands away. Wanted to run out of the room screaming. Wanted to stop this insanity.

“Your breasts are exquisite jewels.” Cath said as she continued to rub Virgin’s nipples.

To her horror, her nipples betrayed her and actually hardened with arousal.

“I can’t wait to claim you. To be there when those gorgeous nipples are pierced at our mating ceremony. I’ve ordered your clit to be pierced too, of course. And I have such heavy weights for those clit rings. You will be required to wear the weights always so you will be aroused and wet for me whenever I require you, which will be quite often. As you’ve probably already heard I have a ravenous sexual appetite.  And I will adorn you with the newest nipple rings on the market. I’ve already sent the prison doctor to pick them up. I want everyone to know that you will be my new mate.”

Sweet sunshine! She swore she was going to puke.

“And of course you’ll be able to see your twin whenever you like as I said. I’ve sent for him. He should be here shortly to show you how to pleasure me. I will have both of you pleasuring me at the same time. It will be so wonderful!”

Virgin’s eyes snapped open in shock.

Jarod was going to be her teacher? Both of them would have to have sex with Cath?

Insanity
! Virgin’s mind screamed.

Cath’s fingers gave Virgin’s nipples a cruel twist. It hurt. Not a sexy hurt like Buck’s teeth when he’d nipped her during their watermelon sex, but a pain she didn’t think she could tolerate for very long. But endure she must.

She tried hard not to lower her gaze to the closet where Cath had left the stun-baton. Hopefully there would be time to grab it later when Cath was more involved in the sexual foreplay.

“In order to give you a taste of the pleasure-pain the rings can create, we’ll start you off with the nipple clamps. They’ll de-sensitize you for the rings which I’ve ordered fitted sometime tonight.”

Oh great.

Thankfully Cath let go of her breasts and leaned over and sensuously stroked the thick rubber double-ended rod.

“But first we’re going to fuck each other with this gorgeous double-ended dildo that I just purchased especially for us. Do you see the clit pleasures on both ends? Oh I can’t wait!”

Virgin jolted as a harsh knock came swiftly at the door.

“Who is it?” Cath shouted eagerly. Obviously she hoped Jared had arrived.

“There is something that requires your immediate attention.” Came a guard’s excited voice.

“Take care of it!” Cath shouted back with impatience. Her lusty gaze lowered to Virgin’s clamped legs.

“Spread your legs wide for me. I want to see you exposed fully.”

Oh, Goddess of Freedom.

“This is important,” The guard’s voice was louder this time, more insistent.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the hallway and to Virgin’s horror, the door swung inward.

She gasped at the sight of two guards holding an unconscious Buck Hero between them. Blood flowed freely from a bullet wound in his upper right shoulder.

The scream twisting around in Virgin’s mind found it’s way to her throat and out of her mouth.

* * * * *

Virgin’s emotions were on a roller coaster. She felt lightheaded. Her thoughts sped so fast she couldn’t make sense of them. One thing did stick however.

Buck had come back for her.

Upon dumping Buck’s unconscious body on the pristine white carpet in Cath’s fancy room, Cath had quickly ordered the guards to remove Virgin.

Now as her cell door crashed shut behind her, Virgin’s thoughts went haywire.

She’d recognized that greedy sparkle in Cath’s eyes when she’d seen Buck slumped between the guards. And Cath hadn’t hesitated in removing the shorts from Buck’s body revealing the impressive shaft that lay limp between his thighs, not to mention the perfect matching set of heavy balls.

Virgin knew as soon as Cath could, she would hook Buck up to the fucking machine, just as she’d done to his brother, Joe. She would use his seed to start impregnating the prisoners. And this time there wasn’t a damned thing Virgin could do to stop the women from conceiving.

Chapter Eleven

Buck had the oddest awareness that someone stood nearby. Watching him. He could sense the evil slithering through the air all around him. Could hear the coarse inhalation of her breath. Could smell incense sifting through the air.

Something soft and warm cradled the underneath parts of his body. Instinctively he knew he lay on a carpet.

Cool air slapped against the rest of him. He didn’t have to open his eyes to know he was naked.

Again.

These ladies sure liked their men on visual display.

Keeping them naked. Humiliating them. Embarrassing them.

He winced at the throbbing pain radiating from his upper left shoulder. The pain was bearable. Barely.

His brain felt sluggish though. Slow to respond, probably due to loss of blood. So he lay there and tried to focus on what had happened.

It all came back to him slowly, in bits and pieces.

He finally managed to put it all together and his stomach soured at his stupidity. He’d been shot while trying to gain access to a secluded back door behind the drab looking prison. He must have tripped some silent alarm or something, because he’d heard footsteps approaching.

He’d run. Thought he’d made it safely into the trees without being seen but a bullet had taken him down. And by the ache in both front and back he knew the bullet had gone clean through him.

Shit
!

He’d screwed up. Big time.

He’d gotten himself caught. He was useless to Virgin now. And he’d put his brothers lives in danger as well because he knew without a doubt they’d come and try to break him out.

He was an idiot coming here without a plan.

Being found naked and trussed up in the storybook cottage by his brothers was nothing compared to this dumb stunt.

He would never live this down. He wouldn’t blame his brothers if they never asked him to accompany them on another space mission. Hell, if NASA got wind of how stupidly he’d acted by going after a woman he barely knew, a woman he believed he might be in love with…

Ah man.

The love word. Not good.

If love scrambled a man’s brains so bad that he couldn’t even think straight, then they could keep it.

The footsteps padded away from him taking with it the sense of evil. He sighed with relief at the sound of a door opening somewhere to his left. Heard water running. Heard a woman humming.

Now was his chance to get the heck out of here.

Gingerly he tried to roll to his right side. White-hot pain slammed through his shoulder, zipping up his neck and sliced straight into his brain, encouraging him to keep still.

Damn, but he was screwed.

He forced his sticky eyes open. At first he saw a blurred room, then slowly it rolled into focus.

It was quite an interesting room. He didn’t miss the shackles cemented into the walls and torture devices nearby. It contrasted greatly with the décor.

The sheets on the nearby bed were flowery in soft shades of orange and greens. The walls were white washed cement. Forest green curtains adorned windows.

Windows with bars.

Lovely touch.

His gaze flew to the red-tinged moon hanging in the sky. He shivered. Blood on the moon. Someone would die tonight.

He sure hoped it wasn’t anyone he knew.

A rap at a nearby door made Buck start. He closed his eyes just in time to hear quick-paced footsteps pass by him along with it came that creepy sense of evil.

As he heard the creak of a door opening cooler air drifted against his naked body.

He tried not to wince as the irritating clatter of metal shackles entered the room. Through narrowed eyes he noticed a big muscular man black haired man with a black patch over one eye hobble into the room.

Buck closed his eyes.

“Whose he?” The man’s hoarse voice asked.

“He’s the one who tried to help Virgin today.”

“The talking male?” Curiosity etched the man’s voice. “What happened to him? He’s bleeding.”

“He was shot trying to break into get Virgin. He’s lucky it wasn’t a guard with a disintegration gun. He’d be quite dead now.”

“He looks pretty close to it right now.”

“Not to worry. He’s been tended to with a Quick Healing Injection. He’ll be up and about soon enough and then I’ll be able to check out the merchandise. First however, I want to deal with you.”

“So, deal.”

Buck could hear the sound of hands sliding upon flesh and he opened one eye to watch.

Cripes.

The woman was all over the guy. Her hands slid feverishly over his broad chest. A chest heavily banded with impressive muscles and a whole lot of scars.

Ouch.

The guy stood stock still as the warden grabbed him by the balls and squeezed. Obviously he didn’t want to participate in the warden’s lust. The heavy shackles clamped around his wrists and ankles weren’t encouraging the guy to participate either.

“Was it true what you said earlier in your sister’s cell? Would you really break my neck with those large sensual hands that bring me so much pleasure?”

His sister’s cell?

“You touch Virgin and I will kill you.”

Virgin? His sister?

It took Buck a good few seconds to digest that tidbit of information.

Jarod? Was this guy, Virgin’s twin? Was this Jarod?

But he was supposed to be dead. He opened his other eye to get a better look.

Aside from long black hair, he did have Virgin’s facial features. Same stubborn chin. High cheeks. Blue eye.

What was he doing alive? He was supposed to be dead.

“She didn’t seem to mind my touch when she agreed to my proposal,” the prison warden cooed.

“What did you do to her?” Jarod’s question echoed Buck’s thoughts.

“Not to worry. She wasn’t here against here will.”

The woman drew away from the guy and padded over to a nearby table where she picked up a piece of paper.

“This document states that Virgin will be a free woman.”

Buck blinked in shock.

The male’s one eye narrowed with suspicion.

“Why are you pardoning her?”

“Because, she’s agreed to be my mate.”

Buck’s heart picked up speed.

The prison warden’s mate? Virgin? Had she flipped?

“I’m having her fitted with the nipple and clit rings shortly. New technology developed has implanted tiny chips in the rings. If Virgin decides to run, she will immediately be disintegrated by the drones.”

“She knows of this?”

The prison warden shrugged. “I haven’t told her.”

Buck sensed the carefully restrained anger in the man.

Could also feel it building in himself. He struggled hard to keep still, fought to keep himself from panicking. He needed to find Virgin now more than ever. Needed to get to her before she was outfitted with those deadly nipple rings.

“You’d better tell her. Or your new mate may be dead within minutes of receiving it and you won’t be getting any more pleasure from me.” The guy with the patch said.

“You think she’d go against her word? She’s agreed to be my mate. Allowed me to touch her as proof of it. It would be a pity if she were disintegrated, wouldn’t it?”

“Wouldn’t look good for your image, Cath.”

“That’s true. It might make any future mates wary of me, and I wouldn’t want that. Now what would you do for me in return for my telling Virgin about her disintegration rings?”

Blackmail. Clever bitch.

One of the man’s heavily muscled arms lifted and he gently caressed the curve of one of her thinly veiled breasts.

The prison warden purred.

Buck’s stomach soured at the sound.

“I want you to fuck me, Jarod,” she whispered.

The clatter of chains split through the air making Buck close his eyes. A breeze of air feathered over his body as the two walked past him.

Squinting his eyes open again, Buck watched the prison warden lead the naked man to the far wall.

Once there he allowed her to place a heavy metal collar around his neck.

“Close collar,” she whispered.

To Buck’s surprise the collar closed on its own.

Apparently the collar was voice activated. Interesting. The women on this planet were more civilized than he’d anticipated.

He noted the half-inch thick chain that dangled from a hook in the collar.  The other end was secured to a bolt in the wall.  The chain stretched a few feet allowing the man to sit on the bed where he held out muscular arms so the warden could unshackle his wrists. She did the same with his ankle shackles.