by Terri Pray
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SIZZLER EDITIONS—HOT FLASHES
DANGEROUS PLEASURES: KIDNAPPED
By
TERRI PRAY
PRAY-08
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Copyright © 2006 Terri Pray
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Chapter One
"You're mine now, for all eternity.” His dark gaze locked with hers, refusing to grant her the chance to look away. Her heart raced, it pounded so loudly she swore he must have heard the rapid thump against her rib cage.
"My father will pay a handsome price for my safe return.” Shannon struggled, her breasts pressed against the tight confines of her corset, threatening to spill over the soft silken bodice. Did he understand how her life had been planned out or what awaited for her when she landed in the new world? “You'd be a fool to pass by on such a sum. It would be enough to pay your crew and still leave you as a rich man."
"But he will want you returned to him untouched no doubt? He has a man in mind for you as husband, a dull but wealth sot who will pay handsomely for your hand in marriage and your sweet body in his bed? Or are you to be the pawn, the seal in some business deal your father has arranged?” He leaned in closer, his heated breath caressing her face and added to the flame that already marked her cheeks. “Not that it matter, just how much do you think he will pay to keep your precious maidenhead in tact?"
"Enough to keep your entire crew happy for a year and more, Sirrah.” She tried to pull back, but the grip on her arms held her in place. “But nothing if you touch me, so I suggest you keep your filthy godless hands to yourself."
"And if I tell you that he could never offer enough money to interest me?” He slid one hand down from her arm to grasp her narrow waist.
There was a strength in his grip that she couldn't ignore, a touch that awoke a nameless desire something her body refused to deny no matter how wrong she knew it to be. Her nipples hardened and pressed tight against the bounds formed by her own clothing. A wriggle in the wrong direction and they'd peek out into view. Goddess, what was she thinking? He was wrong, a pirate, a rogue, the exact type of man she should be fighting against, screaming to be set free, yet all she could think about was how his hands would feel as they smoothed over her naked flesh.
"Let's see, accept cold money, or taste your sweet body, claim your fire and that dangerous passion that bubbles so close to the surface."
"You can't be serious about this? You'd throw away a fortune just to lay with me?” She tried to tear away from his arms.
"Yes, a fortune and so much more.” He growled against her lips, sliding his hand upwards from her waist to grasp the edge of her bodice. “You're of far more interest to me than money. I can steal what want and be rich that way. But a woman like you, such soft, pale skin, a beauty untouched, is a rare thing indeed on these cruel seas."
She pressed his hands against his chest, struggling to be free of him even as his lips claimed hers. With a growl he pressed his tongue between her lips, tasting her, stroking within the confines of her mouth. She shuddered, a soft moan of delight mingled with his hungry growl.
Heat rippled through her core. Her body hungered for his touch in a way she had never known before. With a single kiss he promised her more pleasure and danger than she had ever known before and she craved everything he had to offer her.
"Heated little wench. What will you be like when I get you alone?"
"You're insane!” She drummed her closed fists against his chest to the amusement of the watching crew.
"With lust for you.” He grasped her clothing, tearing it free from her body as the crew sniggered and egged him on. She struggled and tried to cover her body, her breasts peeking out from the top of the corset. Her legs barely covered by her stockings. Hair loose about her shoulders as he pulled it free from the pins that held it back.
"I'll take you here and now, my wench. Right in front of the crew!” He thrust her forward towards the closest barrel and before she had the chance to protest she found herself with her head to the deck, her ass high in the air. “Don't you want everyone to see how eager you are for my touch?"
"Please, don't do this to me!” She whimpered trying to deny the heat between her thighs. A heat he could feel clearly as he thrust his hand between them.
"Such an eager little witch. Ripe and ready for my touch aren't you! Never been touched, oh I know that part well and there's nothing better than plowing into the depths of an unclaimed woman."
"My father will hunt you down!"
"At least I'll have you for company.” He leaned forward, nipping at the back of her neck until she moaned. Wood splintered beneath her fingertips, the sounds of the crew's jeers echoed in her ears as she tried to close her thighs.
He probed deeply into her wet folds, parting them easily. “Such a went little cunny you have there my girl. Eager for the touch of a man aren't you?"
She wanted to scream no, but her body said yes. Just the slightest brush of his fingers between those soft lips left her shuddering, fighting to control the jolt that rocked through her hips. Heat, need, lust, all those things she had been warned against now washed through her body in an uncontrollable wave.
"And what's this sweet little pip?” He pressed one finger against her clit, rubbing it in quick strokes. “Such a delicate little thing we have here, and you dance so well when you're touched."
Heat burned in her cheeks, shame threatened to chase away her desire but it was already too late. It didn't matter that the men around them cheered, or offered crude catcalls. She didn't care that her father had hoped to marry her off as a virgin bride to the highest bidder. Nor did she worry about her reputation being sullied. All that now mattered where the soft, teasing touches between her thighs.
"You want it don't you?"
"Please.” She moaned, lifting her hips up towards him. Her nipples scraped against the barrel, her thighs parted and pressed against the wood leaving her half naked and open to his every whim.
"High born slut, you're just like every other woman. A touch in the right place by a strong man and you're ready to be fucked by anything that might walk past."
It wasn't like that. How could he say such a thing? Yet there she was with her ass lifted high in the air, ready to take whatever he had to offer her and so very much more besides.
He shifted a little, a ribald cry ringing out from the crew as he untied his pants. Her throat threatened to close but she managed to hold onto it, to bite back her cry of fear until she felt the head of his cock brush against her slick folds.
He grabbed her hair in a tight bundle, twisting it into a living rope then with a low snarl he thrust into her tight confines. Past the barrier without giving her a moment to protest, or fight against him. Pain rocked through her groin, a fire that left her sobbing against the barrel and for a moment he didn't move. He simply held there, filling her completely.
Slowly but surely the pain
eased until only the heat remained.
Without warning he began to move again, rocking into her depths. No pain, she expected there to be, but there was no pain this time. Pleasure chased away the shame, the discomfort of being over a barrel and near naked to the view of the men on the ship. Heat throbbed through her core with each thrust into her cunt, her clitoris ached with the need to be touched as he had done so before claiming her sex. Her nipples brushed against the barrel as he rocked into her core, then pressed against the edge of her corset as he pulled back.
She moaned, lifting back up against him with each backwards stroke.
Hair caught in her eyelashes, tangled across her lips and acted as a reign by which he controlled her. She couldn't ignore him, not any longer. Her body needed his, her mind surrendered to him without a single protest and she arched willingly against his body, writhing like the slut he had proclaimed her to be.
He slapped down hard on her ass with his free hand, spanking her in time to his thrusts, the sound of the crack of hand against taut skin rang out across the deck until the rhythm was taken up by the clapping hands of the sailors.
Yet even that didn't prevent her body from responding to him.
Heat rippled through her core with each strike. Her hips rocked harder and faster against him, her inner walls tight, slick and heated about his cock as she groaned her desires out loud. She couldn't stop it, no matter what she thought of him, of how she reacted, she could no longer prevent the pleasure that now mounted up in her body.
With a roar he lifted up, tugging her from the barrel by the grip on her hair. Held, exposed, and shamed before the men of his crew. There, with his cock buried deep in her cunt she screamed, shuddering as she came, his own triumphant release lost in the mocking applause that rang out from the deck.
"Such a wicked, wanton little slut. Perhaps I should pass you around the crew. See what they think of you!” He nipped at her ear lobe.
"Please don't. This is madness."
"Yes it is, and well earned. You have driven me to those depths. I've hunted for you, searched across the endless seas to find you, to hold you in my grasp to...” His image flickered, half fazing out of existence only to reform for a moment longer. “For years I have..."
She frowned as her clothes reappeared in a flicker around her body. Hiding her from view.
Shit. This couldn't be happening!
The pirate released her quickly and bowed. His clothes, like hers, had returned to how they had been before he had ever laid hands on her. No sign of the brash, bold brute who had thrust so eagerly into her core, instead there stood before her a very different man.
"Forgive me, I shall return you to your father post hast where you will be treated with the respect and honor all women deserve."
Chapter Two
"What in hells name ... program off."
The dress, the ship, the pirate captain, they call vanished in a moment. Only the grey walls of the holo suite and her uniform, until that moment hidden by the program, now remained.
Not quite all that remained. Her body still shivered at the memory of his touch. Hologram or not the effect had been the same. Her inner walls were slick, her thighs ached as though she had truly been spread against the barrel, yet it had all been nothing more than a program she had created for a moments entertainment.
And now something had ruined her plans.
Just when it had started to become truly interesting.
Fuck, she'd had that multiple rape scene planned for months now.
Hm, could it be rape if I actually plan it and enjoy it?
Not that it mattered now that the damn system was playing up.
"Computer, run a systems check on the holographic entertainment program.” She called out. “There's a problem somewhere."
"Yes Ma'am. I'm running the check now.” The calm female voice of the computer sounded out. “Program glitch detected. The program has been declared outside of the boundaries laid down by the council for accepted forms of entertainment for ships crew. Re-programming is commencing. The unauthorized male dominance situation has been deleted from ships files. If you wish to continue to use the entertainment program I can suggest several suitable files for you?"
Shit. She'd spent weeks working on the damn coding only to see if vanish into thin air? Had she backed it up anywhere? A disc? A data chip? No, it was too dangerous to have multiple copies. Too many chances to be discovered. The information had only been on the one that was now in the system and that was merrily being re-written by the ships computer.
A computer that didn't run checks on holo programs without cause. Damnit, just how much trouble was she in?
"I want to know just who authorized the check into the program?"
"I did.” The door slid open. A tall, blonde and confident walked into the room. Her every step spoke of the training her friend had been through. A training they had shared and pushed through together. “You've got to stop doing this to yourself. If the Captain finds out or worse still your mother discovers what's going on with you then you'll be facing formal charges. What will you do then?"
"Claire. What gives you the right to spy on what I was doing?” Relief mixed with annoyance as she stared at her long time friend. “As for what will I do? Maybe I'd be relieved that I don't have to keep on hiding my preferences from everyone?
"This is what friend's do, now come on. We look after each other. Come on, you know we've always watched each other's backs. And that includes preventing you from making foolish mistakes. Look, I'm getting you out of here before anyone else figures out what you've been doing.” Claire grasped her arm, half tugging Shannon out of the suite. “I know you like to pretend you wouldn't care if you were caught but this is stupid. You'd turn yourself in if you really didn't care."
"I was just enjoying some down time.” Just once, would have been that much to ask for if she'd been allowed a little enjoyment for a few minutes. Who was she kidding, with the watchful eyes on the ship she'd been lucky to get away with it for this length of time. “There's nothing wrong with taking some time for myself, we're all entitled to it."
"You're addicted to that place, and running a program like that one? Shannon, don't you realize just how much trouble you could have gotten into if the Captain had found out? A male dominance program? Are you nuts?” Claire frowned and slumped down into the over stuffed chair. The recreation room had been empty before the two young women walked in. “You spend more time in the holo suites off duty than you do anywhere else. What's gotten into you? Doesn't the real world offer you enough pleasure? I knew you'd turned away from the rules but to this extent? Come on you could have any man you wanted on the ship, men who know how to treat a woman, how they should be respected, cared for and worshipped and you want to break all the rules with that stupid program?"
"Honestly speaking. No. Most of the men around here don't have a single drop of testosterone left in them. It's been all but bred out of them.” Shannon didn't bother to hide the disgust from her voice. “All those bloody genetic programs have turned them into saps. I mean look at them out there? And our military forces these days. Less than one percent are now men, and most of them are in the pleasure support sections. We used to be proud of the heroes our planet gave life to, now most of them are scared to walk across town on their own. We went too damn far with all of this."
"You're complaining because we have soft, sensitive men who know their place?” Claire stared openly at her. “Have you completely lost your grip on reality? Haven't you read through our histories? All those wars, the rapes, the crime levels our ancestors lived through? It was all down to the males. Pre-adapted males. Anyone would think you were one of those damn throw backs with the way you complain about how lucky we now are. Gods, can you imagine what would have happened if someone else had seen your little fantasy back there?"
Pre-adapted. Like the one's from her program. Males that could leave her weak at the knees, not these strange ones who just knelt and hoped
to be lucky enough to be of service to her.
"Right and the women sat around and let it happen because we'd all been brainwashed into believing that we're the weaker sex? Oh I'm forgetting that they also managed to feed us herbs that suppressed our natural desires to lead the household and burned a few of us as witches when the herbs didn't work. Not to mention all the weird religions designed to keep women subservient. I don't think so.” Wasn't there a single woman around who saw the problems in the official histories? It couldn't have happened the way they had been told, it just didn't make sense. “We were weak willed and voiceless then suddenly managed to take over the world. Doesn't that ever strike you as odd?"
"Oh Shannon you know it didn't quite work that way.” Claire's soft blue eyes sparkled, a smile tugging at her full lips. “And please don't try and tell me you'd be happy if they all reverted to the over bearing bastards of the past. Go here, do that, be bare foot, pregnant and obedient to a bunch of thugs. Come on you'd be miserable if you had to give up your career."
"They weren't all like that.” They couldn't have been or else the women of the time would have found a way to fight back, regardless of the strength of the males.
"No, but enough where and it turned our home world into a prison for most women through the ages, until the reform came about. Come on, you've seen those so called romance novels in the education centers. All super strong men taking what they want from women and brain washing them into believing they'd fallen in love with their captors. What a crock of shit. Can you imagine what would happen if one of those cave men turned up now? He'd be scared witless. Even worse, he'd be unable to cope. No women bending to serve his every little whim? He wouldn't even be able to cook for himself. They didn't cook you know, or clean, some sat around drinking beer and watching sports all day long. I don't know what mixture of herbs and then drugs they were feeding women back then but I'm damn glad we don't have to put up with it. And yes we know there was something being fed to the women, it's the only way they would have allowed themselves to be so mistreated through all those generations."