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When he was free, except for the collar and chain that would prevent him from leaving the room, the warden stared down at him.

Buck could see the way her breasts heaved beneath her veiled clothing as she inhaled with anticipation. Slowly she lifted her arms.

The man stood. Grabbing the hem of her dress, he slowly lifted it up baring her abdomen; belly, breasts and then he tugged it off.

“Suck my tits,” she instructed. “Suck them hard. I want you to bite them. Make me hurt. Make me hurt bad.”

From the angle where he lay, Buck couldn’t see the man’s face but by the tense way he held his shoulders, he bet the guy wasn’t really into what the warden wanted.

But he did what the warden instructed.

His head lowered and latched onto one of her budded nipples.

Her eyes widened in pain and then she gasped as Virgin’s brother began to do his job. His head bobbed sideways and up and down. Suckling sounds intermingled with her whimpers.

Soon she was a writhing mass.

The man pushed her backwards and she disappeared from Buck’s view as she fell onto the bed.

Buck’s eyes widened at the huge erection on Jarod. His heavily veined cock pulsed purple and the swollen head was mushroom shaped.

The guy was well hung, just as big as his brothers and himself. No wonder he’d been secured as a sex slave.

Suddenly the man’s head swung around and he made eye contact with Buck.

Shit!

No use closing his eyes, Jarod had seen him watching.

A fissure of fear cleaved into his spine as he waited for Jarod to tell the warden her captive was awake.

He said nothing. Instead, he simply shook his head slowly and whispered the word no.

And then he lowered himself over the woman and disappeared from view.

Buck didn’t know how long he lay there listening to the guttural moans of Jarod and the hisses and whimpers from the warden, but it seemed like a lifetime.

He could only hope that Virgin wasn’t being outfitted with the deadly nipple rings yet. And he hoped like heck he’d understood correctly that Jarod’s shaking of his head and the no on his lips meant for Buck to stay put.

But the longer the fucking went on, the more frustrated and anxious Buck became.

Soon the warden’s sensual moans died away and silence split the air.

Buck tensed as the one-eyed man emerged out of the darkness.

He hunched down beside Buck and grinned. “She always passes out when I fuck her.”

Oh man, too much information.

“Here, take this.”

Buck’s eyes widened as the sex slave thrust an odd looking gun in front of his face. Was this guy serious? Or was he setting him up?

“Why don’t you use the gun yourself?” he asked cautiously.

“Can’t.” Jarod said and touched the metal collar around his neck.

Buck had forgotten it was voice activated.

“Why don’t you use the gun on her? Make her say the right words.”

The guy’s grin widened.

“Obviously there are many things about this prison you don’t know, talking man. There are sensors everywhere on the inside. Every day she enters a new password into the system. All she has to do is say the secret word and the guards will be here. Even if she’s gagged, her words will be understood. Come, let me help you up.”

To Buck’s surprise, the pain in his shoulder had lessened to some degree but not enough to prevent him from getting light-headed as the big guy hustled him to his feet.

“Virgin is in cell number thirteen in Cell Block C. Follow the signs. Once you get to the entrance go into the Security room. The room will be empty now. The guard is on her rounds for the next hour. All you have to do is flip the switch with the number 13. Do you understand? ”

Buck nodded as the sex slave handed the gun to Buck. Once again he got the feeling he might be getting set up.

He stomped the feeling down.

Whether he was getting set up or not the guy was offering him a way out and Buck had to admit he’d be stupid not to take it.

“Be careful with this weapon. It is a disintegration gun. Some of the guards wear them here now.” He nodded at Buck’s wounded shoulder. “You were lucky you came across a guard with the older model of weapon.”

Buck nodded in full agreement. Better to feel pain than to be disintegrated.

“There is a guard right outside this door.” Jarod continued.  “The gun is set to kill. Just aim and pull the trigger.”

They both tensed as the prison warden stirred briefly on the bed.

“I gather Virgin knows you’re alive?” Buck asked quickly.

“She knows.”

“I doubt it’ll be easy to get her out of here without you. Are you sure you can’t come with us? Isn’t there a way I can get you out of here?”

Jarod looked down and Buck followed Jarod’s gaze to the shiny gold anklet.

“If I leave this room without her permission I will be disintegrated by the drones. Believe me, sometimes I feel it would be easier to die that way, but I’m not a coward. I won’t take the easy way out.”

“Maybe we can jimmy the lock open?”

“It’s state of the art. Voice activated by Cath. I have heard rumors there is a special salve that is also effective. Unfortunately I don’t know which one.”

“Jarod? Where are you, darling?” The prison warden’s sleepy whisper curled through the semi-darkness.

“I’m here, Cath. I’m looking for something in the closet.” He turned to Buck. “Wait until she’s busy and then leave.”

Buck nodded numbly and watched as Jarod walked to the closet. He made a show of noise and then said rather seductively, “Ah, here is what I want. The whip.”

Well that was appropriate, under the circumstances, Buck mused as he slouched into the shadows hoping the warden wouldn’t see him.

He watched Jarod stride to the bedside where the prison warden lay stretched out and naked, eagerly awaiting the slave.

Mouth twisted in a grim smile, he quickly secured her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.

A moment later he brought down the whip upon the woman’s breasts.

Cath whimpered beneath the onslaught.

“Harder, darling. Harder,” she begged.

Buck frowned. The things a guy would do to protect his sister. 

He wished he could somehow break Jarod out of here. But he didn’t have the time or the resources. Jarod had urged him to hurry. His first priority lay with Virgin. He needed to get to her. Needed to see if she was okay.

Jarod let the whip fly again. It cracked against the warden’s quivering stomach.

Buck flinched at the red welt that instantly appeared on her flesh and remembered the searing pain a similar whip had inflicted upon him when those blonde virgins had first captured him.

Oddly enough the passion poison had taken care of the whip pain on his body and if what the warden spoke the truth this Quick Healing Injection they’d given him would take care of the shoulder wound. Already he could feel the pain from the bullet wound had lessened substantially. 

His grip tightened on the disintegration gun. The metal was smooth and warm in his hands. A grin cracked his lips. Cripes, it looked like one of those phasers from Star Trek.

His smile quickly disappeared and he frowned.

Star Trek was classic television. This was reality.

But would he be able to use this gun? Could he actually take a life?

In all his years of exploration, he’d never come up against hostiles. Heck, he’d never been on an inhabited planet before either.

But the thought of killing someone tonight sat heavy in his belly. His gaze drifted to the barred window. To the red tinged moon.

His guts knotted with determination. He would spill blood if it meant saving the woman he loved.

The warden’s moans grew louder and Buck clicked the door open a couple of inches and peered out.

A female guard stood right there in front of the door, her back to him.

He didn’t miss the gun latched to a holster on her right hip. The gun looked exactly like the weapon Jarod had thrust into his hand.

A sick feeling clawed into Buck’s belly

A disintegration gun.

From behind him the prison warden’s moans grew even louder, more frantic, more desperate.

He knew he’d have to make his move within seconds and take advantage of what Jarod was doing to keep the warden distracted. He just wished he could figure out some way to free Jarod too.

Buck’s hand tightened around the cool metal handle of the disintegration gun. The only thing that mattered right now was finding Virgin and getting out of this madhouse. Jarod would want what was best for his sister.

Aiming the gun at the guard’s back, Buck closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. An odd strangled sound erupted from the guard and intermingled with the warden’s moans.

Silence followed.

Buck froze.

Damn! Had the warden heard the odd sound?

He resisted the urge to look over his shoulder to see if the warden had seen him. He heard a grunt from Jarod. The sound was quickly followed by the warden’s sensual moan.

Heart hammering violently in Buck’s ears, he peered back out the door. The guard was gone.

Vanished.

Disintegrated.

Murdered by his hand.

Strangely enough, he didn’t puke. Didn’t freak out.

Relief was his only ally. The coast was now clear and Buck slipped out of the room.

 

Chapter Twelve

 

Virgin shivered inwardly as the prison doctor placed the golden clit and nipple rings on a velvety black cloth in front of Virgin.

“They’re quite beautiful, aren’t they?” the prison doctor said as she gazed down at the rings.

“Lovely.” Virgin replied.

The doctor peered impatiently over her shoulder toward the open door. “I wonder what is taking Cath so long? She said she wanted to watch the insertion of the rings.”

Virgin didn’t say anything. She just wished the doctor would just get all this over with because the instant she was free, she was taking off. She had to find Buck and Jarod and get them out of here. If getting fitted with mating rings was the quickest way out of this mess, she would do it.

“You don’t know how lucky you are,” the doctor cooed.

The harsh sound of chains rippled through the air as she lifted Virgin’s right shackled ankle into a metal cupling strapped to the leg of the padded chair she’d been instructed to sit in.

“There’s no need to tie me down. I can handle the pain.” Virgin said.

“It’s standard prison procedure.” The prison doctor replied.

Virgin stifled a surge of panic as the metal band snapped cool against her skin. The doctor clamped it shut. She did the same with the other ankle and then released the manacles that the guards had shackled her with when they’d moved her from the cell.

The doctor straightened herself and smiled warmly at Virgin.

“It isn’t everyday an escaped Death Row convict gets a second chance at life. You must have done something right to stay in Cath’s favor.”

The doctor placed Virgin’s right wrist upon the padded armrest of the chair and clamped the cool metal band around her wrist, just above her shackle.

Great. Just great, she thought solemnly.

She was exchanging one set of shackles for another. She didn’t like this helpless feeling of being tied down and being at the mercy of Cath.

A strong surge of changing her mind about accepting the mating rings swamped through Virgin, but she clamped down on the powerful feeling.

She had to go through with this insane fiasco. It was her only way out.

“I tried my best to fall into her favors.” The prison doctor continued chatting as she gazed longingly at the rings. “Thought I’d be lucky to get an extension on my life if I could get her interested in me. Unfortunately Cath has already signed my death warrant.”

Virgin shivered at the woman’s words. A woman with a signed death warrant meant she’d revealed to the hub she had entered menopause. She would be useless to the hub, of non-child bearing age, not eligible for any prison sentences if she did anything wrong. It meant she only had a few weeks to get her affairs in order before she was executed. 

“Have you thought about running?” Virgin asked trying to keep her mind off what the doctor was about to do to her.

“And go where? The Outer Limits? There’s nothing out there but sand and monsters. Besides, if I were to run, I’d only end up like you, a fugitive. That’s no way to live.”

“You’d be free.”

The elder doctor made a funny strangled laugh. “How can one be free with the entire population hunting one down. Besides, freedom is just a word, Virgin.”

“For a long time I thought it was just a word too, doc.”

The doctor’s head snapped up at Virgin’s soft words. Her eyes narrowed with disgust.

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