Captive Heroes (17 page)

“Are you questioning the Goddess?” Kinley’s voice turned cold as ice. “I do as I wish. I am the one who set all these rules, remember? Am I not entitled to change them? Especially for myself?”

Well done, Kinley. Well done.

“As I told you earlier, I hit my head. I forgot who I was. In order to blend in with the others and avoid questions, I colored my hair brown. Thankfully you were able to supply me with a color that is close to my original. Soon it will grow out and you will see that I am a Yellow Hair as you all,” she spoke so confidently Blackie swore he would come just from the strength she exuded.

“I know how to enjoy a male’s body. It brings me pleasure, but I do not allow it to curtail my decisions. I have decided you may have the male for your virgin dance and fucking ceremonies.”

Cold hatred shattered Blackie’s heart. He glared at her as she strolled into his view.

Her brown hair had been colored pure yellow and braided into hundreds of small braids. They had dressed her in a filmy, white dress that accented her generous breasts and illuminated her curvy hips.

He swallowed as carnal desire overwhelmed him. He wanted her. Wanted her more than anything. She would be his.

He needed to escape. Needed to be with her.

She moved in front of him. To his surprise, she reached out and took his engorged cock in her hand. She squeezed gently, tenderly. The intimate touch scorched flames of desire though him to the point where he moaned. Satisfaction flashed in her eyes and he suddenly understood. She had been his captive and now he was to be hers.

“Bring him to my shelter. Tend to his wound and prepare him for me. Bind him with the cock ring as per our traditions. I will be there shortly.” Kinley spoke with an authority he had not yet seen in her. Three women leapt to do her bidding. She let go of his cock, a smug smile on her pretty face as she maintained eye contact with him.

“I will give him to you in the morning. Until then, I will bless him with my sacred channel and you virgins will be special when you become women.”

You bitch
.

He wanted to shout it at her, but the words would only make her smile much more smugly.

The excited chatter of the young females made Blackie uneasy. He hoped Kinley knew what she was doing. He had to believe she had a plan for them to escape, because if she didn’t, he was a very dead male.

Chapter Nine

Kinley’s heart pounded a mile a minute as she stood ready to enter the shelter the leader of the Yellow Hairs had assigned her. The building was a cone-shaped wigwam covered by a patchwork of hides, woven grass mats and evergreen boughs.

She’d wanted to get to Blackie as soon as possible after finding him tied to a tree limb—those blond bitches’ hands trailing over his body—but the women had insisted she attend a feast they had waiting for her. How the hell could she refuse? After all, she’d somehow convinced them she was the Goddess of Freedom—whoever the heck that was.

They’d served her all kinds of food. Charbroiled steaks and other meats, the flavors exploding so wonderfully against her taste buds she didn’t dare ask what they were. For all she knew the meal could’ve been human. She didn’t want to offend them or tip them off that she wasn’t who they thought, so she ate the food and kept her mouth shut. But her ears did the work.

She listened intently to their free and easy conversations regarding the male they intended to fuck, kill and eat. In exactly that order. The Yellow Hairs were an interesting bunch to say the least, but she still couldn’t wait to get back to Blackie.

“I will post two guards at this door tonight. If you require assistance in any way, let them know. They are at your disposal,” the leader of the Yellow Hairs said as Kinley readied to go inside her designated shelter.

Shit!

The last thing she needed was guards.

“That won’t be necessary,” Kinley insisted and opened the flap to the hide house—as the women referred to their shelters.

“Nonetheless, they will be here,” the tall one replied with a firmness that irritated Kinley. The leader annoyed her, hovering around like a starstruck fan.

“Then that would be greatly appreciated.” Not!

She entered the structure and found it quite dark. In the middle of the hide house orange coals glowed, heating the interior. For a moment, she allowed her eyes to grow used to the dimness and finally found Blackie.

Hot blood rushed through her as she spied white and realized a cloth bandage had been wrapped around Blackie’s arm. Odd that they would listen to her and tend to his wound even when they were about to kill him.

Crazy, stupid bitches!

He was tied to a post standing near the glowing coals. He was naked. And fully aroused. Outfitted with nipple clamps, a ball gag, cock ring and a ball spreader. She creamed.

Oh my God!

He looked so damn hot and pissed off. If the glare he threw her way was any indication, if his eyes could speak, he would rip her a new asshole.

“Looks like the shoe is on the other foot now,” she whispered smoothly and smirked…then shivered as his glare darkened. She creamed harder.

“It looks like you’ve gotten yourself into a pickle.” She dropped her gaze to his engorged cock, trapped by the cock ring.

“A nice big pickle I’d love to get a taste of.” She trembled as erotic ideas scampered through her mind. Ideas she shouldn’t be thinking about at a time like this. His eyes widened and he groaned as she traced a finger around the tight cock ring.

“I wonder if this hurts. Or maybe this cock ring is giving you so much pleasure, you simply can’t stand it.”

His mouth tightened around the ball gag, completely giving him away.

“I’ve done my research on what Passion Poison does once a male is infected, my nice big male,” she teased. She stroked her fingers in feather-like brushes up and down the length of his heated shaft until he was writhing and moaning.

“Pain turns to pleasure and pleasure is merely doubled at a female’s touch,” she whispered. She moved closer to him, allowing her entire body to run erotically against his nakedness. He was hot, his flesh wet with perspiration and creating heat waves against her as she rubbed her nipples against the tips of his nipple clamps. He glared harder and moaned.

His tortured voice seeped into her bloodstream, making her even hotter for him. Oh yeah, she wanted to hear him speak. Wanted his anger to burn through her. She liked it when he was pissed off at her. Reaching up, she undid the ball gag and let it drop away.

“A plan. What is it?” he muttered gutturally as she continued to stroke his swollen shaft.

“We’ll figure one out, I’m sure.”

His breathing intensified as she whispered her fingers over his scrotum.

“Feels good doesn’t it, my male slave? To have pleasure build through your body and being unable to attain the release you crave so desperately.” Her voice was strangled, aroused as she spoke. Her breaths came faster and raspier as she pushed her lower abdomen against his solid erection. She smelled her arousal, a scent heavy with spice and anticipation as she creamed harder.

Oh damn, she needed him so freaking bad it hurt. Why did seeing him tied up like this, with his cock swollen so badly from the cock ring, turn her on so bad? His lips tightened as she feathered her fingers up his naked waist, clasped his flesh and held him there. Swaying her hips, she brushed herself against his thick cock, giving him light, teasing touches as she danced. She had until morning to figure out what to do. A little bit of action to alleviate this need for him would help.

His eyes blazed with a fierce lust, something she was fairly sure she’d never seen before in a man’s eyes.

He licked his lips and leaned nearer to her. She moved toward him and whimpered as his lips touched hers. His mouth was warm and firm yet yielding as he kissed her. He tugged at the ropes as if trying to kiss her harder. Boldly, she stroked his lips with her tongue and every muscle in his body tensed and shivered. Her own blistering need brought her to the edge of control.

“Hmmm… You like this don’t you, Blackie?” she whispered after breaking the kiss.

He remained silent yet his eyes glowed in agreement.

She leaned closer again, this time dropping her hands, pulling up the sheer dress she wore and moving between his thighs, spreading her legs.

Oh man, she hoped she didn’t regret this impulsive act in the morning. Her mind grew hot with anticipation, her clit throbbed with need as she pushed herself against him, taking his mouth in another kiss. She gyrated her hips in a circular motion, using his swollen cock head to massage her throbbing clit. Rubbing her breasts against him, she moaned at the electrifying tingles shimmering through her nipples.

Oh yes.

This is what she needed to help clear her mind, not to mention give the guards outside a sound show they wouldn’t forget. Hopefully their sex noises would prevent the guards from thinking that she might not be their Goddess of Freedom after all.

Scorching heat fluttered through her pussy and whipped into the rest of her body. She shuddered, wanting to tease Blackie as he had teased her when he’d placed that collar and the other bondage items on her. But she was way past ready to have him take her.

She broke the kiss as something flickered at the back of her mind, something sinister and dangerous. It had nothing to do with Blackie, she was sure of that. She whimpered as distress raged though her body and mind. The flashback lasted only a split second and then it disintegrated, shattering into a million disjointed pieces, thrusting her back to the present. Back into the heat, the arousal, the intoxicating need for this male.

Gosh, she should be figuring a way out of here, not wanting to fuck her brains out with him.

“I want you,” she murmured and shuddered as he suddenly thrust his hips forward, his large cock-ringed erection sliding into her vagina.

Oh wow! Exquisite!
Every thick, solid inch of him stretched her, impaled her to perfection. He withdrew and quickly drove into her again.

She gasped and begged for more as arousal engulfed her and she instantly tumbled into an orgasm so strong and explosive her vision darkened and she saw stars. Pleasure lashed her like electrical whips. She tightened, cried out, fought to keep herself standing.

His heavy cock continued driving into her, stroking every nerve ending, wrapping her in emotions she never knew she possessed. Extreme happiness. Wicked giddiness. Succulent surrender. Release.

Perspiration blossomed over her skin as she met every delicious, powerful thrust. She moaned and whimpered, her senses dazed, her mind numb with white-hot ecstasy. He’d somehow broken his restraints while he continued to fuck her, his large hands moving between their naked bodies and cupping her breasts. He tweaked and pulled her nipples, shocking more desire into her.

A cry bubbled inside her, escaped her parted lips. His hard mouth melted over hers, sending her reeling as another orgasm tore through her like a seductive tornado. She could barely think as—without breaking the kiss—he lowered her to a soft fur mat and came down on top of her.

His stiff cock entered her, slowly this time. Torturously slow. He was thick. So beautifully hard. His breaths were harsh, his groans desperate as he began an erotic thrust. Smooth, seductive strokes as he came in and out, massaging her clit with the ball spreader as he entered her again.

She was helpless beneath him. Vulnerable. At his mercy.

He broke the kiss and panted heavily. “I can go like this all night, goddess,” his hoarse voice caressed her, pushing her toward yet another climax. “I can make you come over and over until you feel as if you’ll go mad from the pleasure.”

Bastard.

This was too good. She bucked, accepted another seductive thrust. Accepted his words.

“But we don’t have all night, do we, goddess?”

She couldn’t answer. Her body was tightening. He plunged into her.

“Once we are free, I will make you go mad for me, goddess. That is a promise.”

Oh God, she was his captive again.

His desperate lips clamped over hers and she melted into his succulent kiss. Allowed herself to scream her release into his mouth.

He thrust harder.

Once, twice, three times and his hot seed spurted powerfully into her and all Kinley could do was chant his name over and over, loving the idea of being his captive once again.

* * * * *

In veterinary school she’d had to euthanize animals, but they were sick and in extreme distress. Being out here, stuck in the throes of a violent storm, she had no one to do the dastardly deed to these perfectly healthy creatures.

Guilt sliced through Kayla as she dropped the dozens of spiders she’d collected into a woven basket with a tight lid. Tears burned her eyes when, after she’d gathered enough, she dumped the contents of the basket into the boiling water she’d hung over the fire.

“God, please forgive me,” she whispered. Her tummy tied into horrific knots as she turned away and wiped the tears spilling down her cheeks.

Earlier, as she’d cleansed Taylor’s raw gash with some boiled water and then packed his wound with cobwebs, it had grown dark outside.

Thankfully the firelight cast a friendly glow into the one-room cabin. The cheerful yellow flickers danced off the birch bark walls and created a welcome heat. Her clothing dried on her body and the room was warm as toast. Now all she needed to do was sit and wait for the spiders to boil and for this storm to be over so she could get some help for Taylor.

Fear shot into her heart as she gazed at his wound. She must have checked it a hundred times in the hours since coming here. Even after packing it with cobwebs, the gash still appeared raw and puffy. If it looked any worse by morning, she would cauterize it with the knife. Her gaze shifted to the rest of his magnificent body.

Despite his being seriously ill, she couldn’t help but notice, yet again, how well-built the man appeared. Broad shoulders, a wide chest, lean hips and a long, thick cock that had brought her extreme pleasure.

Her gaze swept to his face and heat warmed her cheeks to discover his eyes were open and he was studying her. Talk about embarrassing, getting caught ogling him.

“I…um…you have a fever,” she said quickly. “I thought you would be too hot for those hair blankets.” She moved to gather the blankets at the foot of his bed.

“Leave…them,” he instructed in a gentle voice.

“Okay.” She was about to stand, but he shook his head.

“Stay.”

“I don’t know how to handle the fever, aside from cooling you down with rainwater. If I had antibiotics I could deal with this, but I don’t and—”

He laid a hand on her thigh. “Fever tea…top shelf…basket.”

Kayla’s gaze flew to the shelf, where she spied the lone basket. Relief poured through her. “What do you have in the other baskets?”

She may as well find out before he slipped into unconsciousness again. He proceeded to tell her and she had to admit she was impressed. He had teas for headaches, fever, infections and stomachaches. When he finished naming them, a realization occurred to her.

“So this is your place?” she asked, but when she looked back down at him, he’d fallen asleep.

Thankfully she had everything she needed now. Her earlier helpless frustration disintegrated, replaced by strength. She would save this sexy stud with all these herbs and spiders if it was the last thing she did.