Pleasure Bound - Complete (47 page)

“You are such a dreamer, Virgin. Spouting off about giving males better conditions, providing them with basic education and who knows what else is lurking around in the back of your mind.”

“I believe in allowing a woman to die naturally and not being murdered simply because she can’t produce babies anymore.”

The doctor sucked in a sharp breath as if Virgin had punched her right in the stomach.

“Talk like that will get you into the same troubles as you had the past year. It’s best you just be Cath’s mate and forget the rest of your nonsense.”

Virgin winced inwardly as the prison doctor fastened the last metal band over Virgin’s wrist and undid her other shackles.

Then she headed toward the door. “I’m going to see what is taking Cath so long. Be back in a minute.” The doctor said as she left the room and closed the door.

Virgin cursed softly beneath her breath as she heard the electronic door lock snap into place. She didn’t know why she was so angry. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not with these metal clamps securing her in much the same way they’d chained her when she’d given birth to her male child four months ago.

Virgin frowned when she remembered how she’d hated being sentenced to a male child. And she’d hated it even more when she’d been told her first session with the fucking machine had been a success.

For nine long months she’d carried hate in her heart for the male child buried inside her womb. But the hate had disappeared during the several hours of excruciating birth pain.

At the first sight of the dark haired blue-eyed male child, the deepest warmest feeling had swamped her emotions. It was a powerful feeling she’d never experienced in her life. A feeling she hadn’t been able to put a name to, even to this very day.

And now it made her sad to think of what the women had lost because she’d educated Jarod when she was younger. She should have known something like that would come back to haunt her and ruin her plans.

But she’d wanted her twin to know there was more to life than being a sex slave.

If she had to do it over again, she would.

Besides, if it hadn’t been the excuse of her educating Jarod, they would have come up with something else to get her out of the way.

The prison doctor’s attitude was a prime example of why she’d wanted to help the women. It was another one of the reasons she’d fought so hard to become a Queen and then a High Queen. The doctor was a woman who was a few weeks away from her death appointment and she’d simply accepted her fate. She was a woman who didn’t believe in freedom or living as long as possible without being put down simply because she was menopausal.

Virgin had wanted to change the laws but she hadn’t realized she would encounter such opposition to her ideas. Hadn’t comprehended they could set her up so easily and take her down so quickly all because of her compassion for her twin.

She remembered the shocked look on all their faces at the council meeting when she’d put forth her proposal of allowing the women in prison to take care of their own children, both the males and the females until the age of three years instead of two months before having them removed from the women. It would allow the children to have access to the nutrients found in the breast milk instead of forcing the women to sit idly in their prison cells, their breast milk drying up and having virtually nothing else to do but work in the gardens, kitchen, laundry and other tasks while the Nurturers fed artificially created milk to the babies.

Many baby lives were lost due to allergic reactions to the artificial milk. Her proposal would save the Hub some lives and also save many credits by not having to hire Nurturers for the first three years of a child’s life because the prison women would take care of them.

Accompanying her proposal Virgin had presented research that she’d discovered in the Caves of Knowledge. Research by their ancestors who had proven that nutrients in the mother’s milk created smarter and healthier offspring, that a baby needed to bond with it’s bearer in order to gain confidence and self-esteem at an early age.

She’d even presented her own childhood feelings to the group, feelings of wanting more from the Nurturers and Educators, feelings of wanting to belong to someone but never being fulfilled with the revolving doors of new faces in the Nurturers and Educators every few weeks.

Her childhood had been lonely and she’d found solace only in other female children who had expressed similar feelings. Many of whose sobs Virgin had used as a lullaby to fall asleep in the cold, sterile environment they’d all been raised in.

She swore she’d seen a tear or two in a couple of the High Queen eyes, especially in the red-haired Jasmine’s eyes. The High Queen, who after the initial shocks of Virgin’s presentation had seemed quiet and thoughtful instead of participating in the heated out-of-control debate that had followed that day.

It had been High Queen Jasmine who’d also helped Virgin escape from prison and had subsequently freed Virgin’s friend, Queen Jacey and the talking man Ben when they too had been captured by the new self-proclaimed Queen Cath and thrown into prison.

Virgin had studied Jacey and Ben before their capture. Had noticed the closeness between the male and the Queen. Had watched the male break down her barriers.

Had spied in stunned fascination as Jacey had allowed the talking male to fuck her in illegal positions while bound in a slave cabin. The excruciating pleasure he’d brought to her with his healthy shaft and the camaraderie between the two had left Virgin desperately craving the same for herself.

She’d wanted her own male, a male who looked at her as if she were special. A male who’d looked at her the same way as Buck had looked at her before she’d betrayed him.

Virgin closed her eyes at the thought of Buck.

What where they doing to him right now? What was he thinking? Was he cursing her? Was he wishing he’d never come for her?

The sound of the door lock being slipped open, made Virgin tense.

“Ah, here she is. All ready to accept my rings.” Cath’s voice boomed ultra sweet through the sterile room making Virgin instantly aware something was wrong.

She noticed the worried look in the doctor’s face as she quickly passed Virgin and headed into a nearby alcove. She observed the way Cath’s lips were tight, as if she were angry.

Despite her mounting fear she forced herself to face Cath and smile. It was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do in her life, next to betraying Buck, of course.

“Yes, I’m ready to accept your rings, Cath,” she replied, surprised at how steady her voice sounded under the circumstances.

Cath smiled over sweetly and continued to stare at the mating rings on the table.

“I just left your twin, Virgin. Left him to his punishment.”

Virgin’s smile dropped. Her heart picked up a violent pace.

“Apparently during the time he was pleasuring me, he let your talking male loose.”

Thank the Goddess of Freedom
!
Buck was free
.

“Don’t look so happy, Virgin. He will be caught and dealt with swiftly. Perhaps I’ll administer the same punishment as I’ve given Jarod?”

Icy terror made Virgin dizzy. “What have you done to him?”

“He’s been sentenced to twenty-four hours of ball weights. Quite heavy ones I might add. He’s had that punishment many times before. He’s quite docile and sensitive after that. But of course that’s only the beginning of his punishment this time. I haven’t figured out what to do to him next. Perhaps more whippings? Although his body is already frightfully scarred from them, he might not feel the full extent of the pain. Perhaps I’ll gouge out his other eye? He really doesn’t need to see anyway. His other senses will take over in pleasuring me.”

“You do anything to Jarod and our deal is off.” Virgin warned and instinctively pulled against her restraints.

“I thought you might say that. So, I’ve decided to punish you too.”

Why wasn’t she surprised? Cath had always loved to torment her, why would now be any different?

“Doctor! Get in here with that item I requested!” Cath snapped.

A cold shiver of fear cleaved up Virgin’s spine when the doctor quickly entered the room carrying a poker. The end glowed a bright orange.

What was Cath up to?

“Perhaps I’ll gouge out your eye instead of Jarod’s? I’d have a matching set of lovers,” she chuckled.

Panic slammed into her like a bolt of lightning. She closed her eyes and twisted her head away.

Her wrists and ankles pulled fruitlessly at her restraints in a desperate effort to break free.

Cath grinned, getting off on her terror.

Bile rose in her throat. She fought it back down.

“How about I brand your beautifully silky breast?”

Unbearable heat washed against the top curve of her right breast. She tried to push herself away but the chair stopped her cold.

“Now think about this, Cath. Do you really want to mark me?” Despite her attempt she couldn’t stop the shakiness from showing in her voice.

Cath’s grin widened. The heated end of the poker drew perilously close to her skin.

Thankfully, she halted the disfiguring weapon about an inch away.

Y’know you are so right. I really prefer not to see charred skin, while I fuck you senseless.”

The heat of the poker drew away from her breast and Virgin closed her eyes and exhaled a sigh of relief.

“I think I’d prefer it right here.”

Before she could make sense of Cath’s words, a burning pain unlike anything she’d ever experienced sliced into the muscular curve of her left hip.

Chapter Thirteen

Virgin’s agonizing scream shot straight through Buck’s body jolting every single nerve and making him freeze where he stood just outside Jarod’s cell. Her tormented yell drifted off into silence.

Buck’s hands dampened with sweat and his heart cracked like a battering ram. Disjointed images raced through his mind as to what had made her scream that way.

All his instincts begged him to run. To find her. To comfort her.

But he forced himself to open Jarod’s cell door and step inside.

“What are you doing? I’ve already told you to forget about me. Get Virgin!” Jarod’s panicked whisper almost made Buck turn away. Almost made him run blindly into the halls.

But he couldn’t. He’d seen the guards drag Jarod back to his cell. It had taken awhile for them to leave and when they had Buck had been able to flip the switch in the Security room and hurried back to Jarod.

“Forget me. Save Virgin!” Jarod urged in a pain-wracked whisper from the dark depths of his cell.

“Her cell is empty, I don’t know where she is. I need your help. You know this place better than I do. We can get to her quicker if you lead the way.” he explained as he located the sex slave.

Buck swallowed back a grimace when he noted Jarod’s naked body shackled to the stonewall.  Jarod’s arms were up stretched tight and secured by heavy chains, his legs widespread and secured in the same way. And he sure didn’t miss the heavy metal weights dangling off Jarod’s swollen balls.

With trembling fingers Buck managed to free Jarod from all his restraints.

The one-eyed sex slave slumped to his knees. His eye was tightly closed and he winced with every breath.

“You okay?” Buck asked hoping to hell the man was up to the task in helping him find Virgin.

He tried hard not to think of what had caused Virgin to scream like that. Tried hard not to scream in anger and frustration himself.

“Where do you think her scream came from?” Buck asked as Jarod ripped the disintegration gun out of his hands and rose shakily to his feet.

“I’m not sure.”

“You think they were outfitting her with those rings?” Buck asked hopefully. Nipple and clit rings could be removed. Wounds healed.

“I don’t think so.”

“I was afraid you’d say that.”

As they slipped out of the cool cell and into the hallway he didn’t have the heart to ask what Jarod thought they were doing to her. Especially when he noted the grim line to his mouth.

Rage soared inside him and Buck found it hard to think straight. His stomach twisted with nausea and the bullet wound in his shoulder throbbed painfully. He was going to kill that prison warden. So help him he was going to murder anyone who had touched her.

A gentle pat on Buck’s back made him jump.

Jarod smiled shakily. “Virgin is tough.  She’s a High Queen. Torture was part of her Queen training. She can handle whatever they inflict upon her.”

She’d been tortured? Great. How many times? Why hadn’t she told him?

God! He’d tied her up. Practically forced himself upon her.

The sickness rolling in his gut notched up a degree.

It was all his fault she’d was back here. If he’d been smart in the first place the virgins wouldn’t have captured him. The passion poison wouldn’t have infected him and she wouldn’t have rescued him.

They might never have met.

He would never have known the sultry seductress. Or experienced the happiness that continued to flood his heart whenever he thought of her.