Uncaged (15 page)

             
She pretended to stumble to the bath. Even her captor seemed sedate and serious. Perhaps he had an inkling of kindness in his bones that Wren might use to her advantage, but she could not count on it. He had hit her too many times. The other two women were fast asleep, one of them snoring loudly and the other mumbling and drooling in her drug induced sleep. They had each told her that they were being held on charges of witchcraft but their trials had been delayed to rush hers through, an oddity for sure. Why did Wren have to die first? And where was Bruce? She was certain he would come looking for her, but even that thought d
id little to comfort her now.
She had swooned from the shock of it all and slept half the day away in her cell, having suffered terrible nightmares full of fire. Flames raced up her legs and into her face, waking her, just in time for her bath. Her captor had delivered a ratted towel and wash cloth along with a lumpy piece of lye soap. Wren waited until he was gone and then stripped off her tattered clothes and stepped into the tub.

             
“Ahh!” she moaned.

             
The water was steaming hot, a luxury to her now. She lay her head back onto the planks of the wooden barrel and closed her eyes. This would be her last bath ever. She intended to enjoy it.

             
Wren!

             
Wren jumped, splashing water over the sides and then shut her eyes tight.

             
Bruce!

             
Oh Darling! Thank God, you’re alive! Where are you?

             
I don’t know. In a prison cell somewhere.

             
Do you know the name of the town? Is it White Friars?

             
Yes! That’s it! I saw that name on a store front!

             
Are you underground? I can’t smell you. I’ve been all over town.

             
Wren laughed for the first time in days.
You don’t want to smell me!

             
Oh, I assure you, I do, my love!

             
This is the first bath I’ve had since my capture.

             
I’m in the head of a naked lady?

             
Aye, sir.

             
Bruce’s crotch tightened. He groaned out loud.
God, I miss you.

             
Wren‘s face heated.
And I you.

      
             
Listen, sweetheart. Why couldn’t I reach you? I have
to find you before tomorrow.

             
Wren nodded. Bruce saw the gesture in his mind’s eye.

             
Darling, do you know of their plans for you?

             
Wren nodded again. Bruce recognized the fear behind her blue eyes.

             
Don’t be afraid, darling. It’s going to take some time, but I will find you. You will not burn.

             
But, Bruce, they have pistols! They’ll shoot you dead, whether you shift or not.

             
I’ve brought others with me. We are stronger in numbers. Do you trust me?

             
Of course, my love.

             
Good.
Now why couldn’t I reach you? Were you drugged?

             
Aye.
The bread is soaked in laudanum. My cell mates are always asleep. I have only been half alert during the trial.

             
Bloody bastards! Don’t eat another thing they give you.

             
I haven’t. I bury my food.

             
Good girl. Keep your mind open, love.

             
I will, but I’m so afraid.

             
Don’t be. Soon you’ll be in my arms. I’ll get you out of this, I promise. You must promise me something.

             
Anything.

             
If I ask you to, you must shift!

             
Oh no! I can’t!

             
Even if it’s to save your life?

             
I don’t think I remember how.

             
You can. The power is within you.

             
I suppose.

             
You have to promise me, Wren!

             
Wren stared back at his amber eyes and saw the longing, the pain he was suffering right along with her.
I promise.

             
Good.
Now I want you do something else for me, love.

             
Of course.

             
Open your eyes without seeing. Keep them open but open your mind. Will you try this for me?

             
I’ll try.
Wren opened her eyes slowly and looked past the rim of the wash tub and into the barren brick wall. She blocked out the noise of the old woman snoring, the mumblings of the other woman. Her surroundings flashed white. Brilliant rays of light shot through a luminous ring of blue where the wall once stood and out of nowhere walked Bruce, smiling proudly.

             
I knew you could do it!

             
Wren blinked and the image disappeared. She blinked again, refocusing and there he stood before her with both hands on his hips.

             
Where did you go?

             
Am I dreaming?

             
No.

             
Are you really here?

             
In spirit I am.

             
Can I touch you?

             
Try it.

             
Wren leaned out of the tub and reached for him. He took her wet hand and pressed it to his lips.

             
You feel so real.

             
I am and so are you. We are together in spirit.

             
Can anyone else see us?

             
They see a woman sitting in a tub. Nothing else.

             
Will you kiss me?

             
Bruce growled as he knelt down and kissed her split lip tenderly. Wren jumped at the pain from even the slightest touch, a surprise to Bruce. They were only united spiritually, not physically. He had never been able to feel physical force while in this stance before.

             
That bastard!

             
It’s better now. 

             
Bruce made a mental note to take extra care when killing her captor.
May I join you?

             
Of course.

             
Bruce imagined his clothes gone and they disappeared as he stepped into the tub. Wren threw her arms around his neck and planted tiny kisses all over his face. She felt too real to him. He wondered if they were both dreaming. Wren had given him very realistic dreams many times before. He breathed in her scent and sighed. Even in spirit form, the woman smelled glorious, like a smattering of fresh sunshine and silky gardenias. He pulled her to him and instead of his ghostly image traveling through hers, his flesh clung to hers, skin on skin. Her breasts pushed against the hard muscles of his chest. Her nipples teased him.

             
Ah darling. I’ve missed you. You feel so real.

             
Mmm.
So do you. Have you ever made love like this?

             
Never.
I didn’t think it was possible.

             
Is it?

             
I don’t know.
Bruce’s cock rose higher, causing a little ripple in the water, nudging her thigh.

             
Wren took him in her hand. Bruce groaned.

             
Wren!

             
Wren straddled him, wrapping her wet limbs around his neck and torso. Her ass landed softly on his lap, making him harder. Now his cock was throbbing. Real or not, Bruce was going to see this thing through. She nibbled at his lip, taking small nicks with her teeth while she palmed his chest, fingering his erect nipples. Bruce pulled her to him, devouring her neck, breathing her in. Long, black tresses fell over his face and her aroma engulfed his senses. Wren whimpered.

             
Please, Bruce! I need you inside of me.

             
Bruce grunted as he grabbed her firm ass, picking her up and sliding her on top of him in one swift move. Wren gasped, flailing her head back in ecstasy as pleasure sliced through her spirit. Bruce let out a brutal growl, more animal than man as he thrust again, pushing her onto his swollen cock. His tender balls swayed in the warm water, slapping her ass. Water splashed onto their laps and between the two of them as Bruce took one breast in his greedy fist and suckled with a raging hunger. He grunted when she arched her back, moaning lower, grinding her hips over him while he danced inside of her. The water made it too difficult and too slow for the eroticism he was now prepared to perform. He stood quickly, his features stern, his face flushed with passion as he hoisted her onto the edge of the tub with his hands cushioning her soft ass. She lifted her legs to his shoulders and leaned back, allowing him full access to her soaked pussy. Bruce dove into her again and again while water splashed out the sides of the tub. Wren held onto the planks of the tub, holding on for dear life, her mouth forming a perfect “o” of raw pleasure as he slid in again and again, groaning each time she squeezed him back, flexing her muscles onto his raging cock.

             
Ah, love!

             
Bruce!
she cooed back, barely a whisper in his mind.

             
I love fucking you! God, I’ve missed you!

             
Bruce, it’s so real!

             
Aye, my sweet. 

             
Bruce blinked and she was gone. He slammed his eyes shut and was back inside of her, his cock throbbing, sliding into her wet, luxurious cunt.

             
Bloody Christ, Wren!

             
Oh, Bruce, Bruce, am I dreaming?

             
Bruce grunted before he grabbed her by the hair, forcing her face to his. He stuck his tongue into her delicate, warm mouth. Her wet breasts heaved with desire. Her nipples pressed into his chiseled chest muscles. His cock grew inside of her. Her juices flowed while her pussy hugged him fiercely, quivering. Bruce withdrew himself as he held her perched on the edge of the tub. Wren shook her head.

             
Wait, darling!
With one hand under her ass and the other on her hip, he knelt into the water and lapped at her tender nub.

             
Bruce!

             
You have the most heavenly pussy!
With a raging hunger he lapped the full length of her, from her quivering asshole to her dripping pussy. Her legs shook. Bruce steadied them, petting her thighs, her knees, muttering softly.

             
Ah, my sweet. I’ve missed your taste, my beautiful, beautiful Wren.

             
Wren sighed as she tossed her head back while running
her fingers through his hair.
He thrust his tongue inside of her, twirling, suckin
g and licking her sweet cunt.
She pressed her pussy into his face, into his rough whiskers, grinding against his chin while his tongue dove into her again and again. She locked her feet behind his head, fucking his mouth with her dripping cunt, drenching him with her musky juices. Bruce growled as he nipped at her swollen lips.

             
Please, Bruce!
Her voice was rough and low inside his head, begging him with crazed passion. She clawed at his hair, sunk her nails into his neck.

             
Bruce stood, slicing his fat cock into her as water spill
ed over the sides of the tub.

             
A scream tore through her with the first powerful thrust. Bruce was so stunned by the reality of the heat, of the velvety clenching, the sublime, pure lust-he blinked and saw Wren sitting alone in the tub. He blinked again and was back inside her with one hand massaging her swollen clit, watching her glorious face as she careened into blinding ecstasy, smiling while crying and calling his name.