Conquering His Captive

by Ivy Barrett

“Are you any better?” She put her hands on her hips, spreading the front of her dress even wider. “You don’t resist your impulses. You just marry any woman you want in your bed. You fuck them a time or two then move on to the next without a backward glance.”

  “Jealous?”

  “I used to be, but I’ve outgrown such useless emotions.”

  “Sure you have.”

  Tyler returned, saving her from further exchange. “This is Eric and Jon.” He didn’t indicate which one was which as he closed and locked the door.

  “And what are their abilities?” She approached the newcomers, her lips parted in a soft smile.

  The tall blond fisted the front of her dress with one hand and lifted her straight up in the air. “You tell me.”

  She laughed, excited by his unexpected show of strength. He was tall and lanky. No one would suspect him of preternatural strength. “Put me down. I don’t want my dress to rip.”

  He set her down and the other man moved in front of her. His hair was darker and shorter than the blond’s, but his features were more refined. He held out his hand expectantly. “I’m Jon. That’s Eric. And you’re too beautiful to be a collector.” His long fingers curved around her hand and heat built against her palm. Mutant light erupted in his eyes and the burning sensation shot up her arm.

  “Wow.” She shivered, examining her palm. Her skin was pink yet unharmed by the energy transfer. “Can you produce fire or just heat?”

  “If I don’t concentrate really hard, you’re likely to find out when I come.”

  “So get busy, boys,” Bryson ordered. “We don’t have all night.”

  “Yes, sir.” Tyler offered Bryson a mock salute.

  The rest took place in a blur of hands and lips and lust. They stripped Nehalem of her dress and paused to explore her body before they bothered to undress themselves. She stopped trying to keep track of who was touching her where. Hands slid over her breasts and her back, stroked down her arms and up her legs. Someone squeezed her ass while someone else fingered her pussy. She closed her eyes and let the sensations take her where they would.

  “Wait.” Bryson’s voice snapped through her sensual haze. “She’s too relaxed, too distant. Spank her ass, bring her back into the moment.”

  Clearly pleased by the idea, Eric sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her down across his knees. Jon and Tyler crowded around her upturned ass, eager to participate. Humiliation washed over her, surprising and unexpected. She was already naked and one of them had been fingering her pussy, so why should this embarrass her?

  “Spread her legs,” Bryson directed. “I want to watch her cunt drip as you redden her ass.”

  Tyler moved her legs apart, but Jon must not have been satisfied with the view because he opened her even wider, then shoved a finger inside her. “She’s already wet, just thinking about it.”

  “Move your hand,” Eric warned, and the second Jon complied, Eric started the spanking. He spanked each side twice, not very hard, but his hand was large, covering her entire cheek with each swat.

  Tyler spanked her next. His swats were harder than Eric’s, but nothing compared to some of the beatings Bryson had given her. She gasped when he didn’t stop with two swats, but Jon shouldered him aside after his extra spank landed on her second cheek.

  Jon’s hand fell hard enough to make her cry out, and he paused between strikes allowing the intensity to build. “Look how red her skin has gotten. Feel how hot.” He pressed his hand to one cheek and then the other, squeezing each side viciously. She cried out again, both from surprise and pain.

  “Slap her pussy and she’ll come,” Bryson advised. “She can’t help it. She’s a hot little pain slut.”

  More than happy to test the claim, Jon swatted her mound, sending pleasurable pain stabbing deep into her cunt. She bit down on her bottom lip, determined to prove Bryson wrong.

  “Again.”

  It took four slaps, but she shuddered violently and cried out in defeat as an orgasm ripped through her pussy, squeezing her juices out onto her upper thighs.

  Bryson tangled his hand in the back of her hair and drew her head back and to the side. “Beg for it, wife. Tell these fine young mutants what you want more than life itself.”

  She was defeated and she knew it. At least for now. “Cock.”

  “Louder.”

  “I want cock. No, I want cocks, filling me, stretching me tight.”

  Bryson stepped back and Eric stood, taking her with him. Jon and Tyler moved in close, then the touching began all over again. Hands, fingers, lips, even teeth touched every part of her trembling body. Desire expanded as their teasing grew more specific. A warm tongue circled her clit and soft lips explored her stinging ass cheeks. Her nipples were sucked and pinched, making her breasts feel heavy and hot. Yet through it all, she felt despondent, emotionally removed from her body. Why hadn’t the spanking worked? Usually a little pain was all it took to help her focus. Was she intimidated by the situation or… something was missing.

  Tyler urged her to her knees and she went willingly. He pushed his cock toward her mouth and she obediently parted her lips. None of it mattered. She was surrendering her body to keep herself out of prison. They weren’t really touching her.

  “Are you having fun, wife?”

  Bryson’s angry tone made her open her eyes. She looked at her husband while the mutant fucked her mouth and the first ping of pleasure erupted deep inside her. Bryson’s gaze bore into hers, shimmering with lust and jealousy. He could pretend he didn’t care, but his expression told a different story. If he felt nothing for her, he wouldn’t be jealous.

  Eric guided one of her hands to his cock, which meant Jon was kneeling behind her. Jon fingered her pussy while his tongue explored her other opening. Anal pleasures were her favorite. It was so savage, so brutal to have a thick cock moving in her ass.

  “Tyler, you’re being greedy. Let Eric have a turn in her mouth.” Bryson’s deep voice sensitized her skin and made her nipples tingle. If only he’d touch her with more than his lustful gaze.

  She licked her lips as the men switched places. Eric brought his cock toward her lips. She gazed at her husband as the thick length slid against her tongue. Bryson rubbed the front of his pants, no longer trying to hide his erection.

  “Touch her breasts, Tyler,” Bryson said. “She has amazing breasts. They deserve to be caressed.”

  “How about if I lie down and she climbs on top of me?” He looked at the general as he added, “That’s how she needs to be if we’re all going to fuck her.”

  Lust stabbed through Nehalem as she faced the inevitable end. She wasn’t just going to fuck three men. Three men were going to fuck her at the same time! While her husband watched…

  “Go ahead,” Bryson said. “I’m getting restless.”

  Tyler moved to one corner of the bed. Spreading out on his back, he kept his side aligned with the edge of the mattress and his legs bent, feet on the floor. His cock arched away from his belly, the hard column of flesh ready to take her for a ride. Nehalem climbed on top of him. He’d left just enough room for her knee between his hip and the edge of the bed.

  With Eric beside her and Jon behind, Nehalem guided Tyler’s cock toward her entrance. Bryson stood and moved his chair to the far side of the bed so he had a clear view of everyone. Nehalem rubbed the head of Tyler’s cock against her clit, needing to prolong the moment, knowing her husband was watching every move she made.

  Jon cupped one breast while Eric caressed the other. Tyler steadied her hips and watched her tease herself with his cock. Anticipation built, stealing her breath and launching tingles up and down her spine.

  “Put it inside you,” Bryson ordered. “I want to watch it disappear.”

  All too happy to oblige him, Nehalem positioned Tyler at her vaginal opening and slowly sank onto his hard length. She watched Bryson watching her, drunk on the knowledge that he couldn’t look away. His nost
rils flared and a tendon jumped above his jaw. Feminine power washed over her in tantalizing waves. They wanted her, all four of them craved her body and the pleasure she could give them.

  She raised and lowered her hips, moving smoothly on Tyler’s cock. Leaning forward, she brought her nipple to his mouth. He latched on with a vengeance, dragging a sharp cry from her throat.

  Eric took advantage of her position and rubbed his cock against her lips. She grasped him with one hand and sucked him into her mouth. Bryson moved in her peripheral vision. He stood now, near the head of the bed, his dark eyes ravenous.

  “Fuck her ass.” Bryson’s voice was harsh and anxious. “Fill her so full she screams.”

  Panic tore through her with icy talons. She wasn’t ready for that. Did Jon even have some sort of lubricant? Max had always been so careful to—Cool, slick fingers pushed into her ass, driving back her panic. She retreated to the tip of Eric’s cock and looked at Bryson. He’d unfastened the front of his pants and his hand slid up and down. The tail of his shirt covered his cock. Still, there was no mistaking the motion.

  She held Tyler deep inside her while Jon carefully prepared her ass. Eric reached beneath her and pinched her nipple, drawing her attention to him. “I was almost there. Why’d you stop?”

  “Let Jon get inside and we’ll fuck her together,” Tyler said, his voice passion-roughened.

  Jon held her open with his hands and slowly drove his cock up her ass. Nehalem groaned around Eric’s shaft as her body stretched and adjusted. Hands slid over her naked body, squeezing and pinching, urging her on. She took a deep breath and pushed up with her legs, drawing her body along Tyler’s length.

  Mirroring her movement, Eric and Jon pulled back until they were barely inside her. Tyler grasped her hips and pulled her down as Eric and Jon thrust in. She shuddered, overwhelmed by exquisite fullness and raw need.

  They moved together, pulling out slowly and driving in fast. Bryson walked around the bed, observing the spectacle from every angle. His cock bobbed behind his loosened shirt, but he’d stopped stroking himself. His attention was focused entirely on his wife and the three men fucking her.

  Sensations pelted her from every side. She felt wild and restless, utterly sexual. Her jaw ached and her pussy clenched, tightening her ass in the process. The mutants moved faster and deeper. She cried out softly with each forceful drive.

  Energy flowed into her, tingling, sizzling and stinging. She absorbed it greedily, saturating herself with their power. Tyler arched off the bed, ramming his entire length into her pussy while Jon pounded into her ass.

  Eric came first. He held her face between his hands and drove to the back of her mouth, his cum spurting in hot jets down her throat. She swallowed and sucked, determined to capture every drop. He stumbled back, drawing his cock out of her mouth.

  She focused on the other two men as an orgasm built within her. Their thickness and demand drove her higher, pushing the limits of her consciousness. She tossed her head and looked at Bryson. He was masturbating again. Lust contorted his features as he frantically worked his cock.

  Tyler grasped her hips and impaled her one last time. His cock bucked, releasing his seed in rhythmic spurts. She was half a second behind him. The deep spasms of her climax took Jon with her. They groaned and shuddered, reveling in the stark pleasure.

  Bryson’s hand stopped sliding and squeezed. Cum streamed from his cock, splattering the bed precariously close to Tyler’s face. The general moaned, shaking and pulling until every last drop had been dispelled.

  “Do you feel better, my dear?” He tucked his cock away and righted his clothing. “Or should we ask your mutant stud to send you another set of his friends?”

  Still breathless and dizzy, it took Nehalem a moment to reply. “You know me, love. I’m never satisfied.”

  Chapter Six

  So tell me, Dr. Myer. What are you cooking in your lab? Fane’s question echoed through Cassie’s mind as she scrambled for an answer. How much did he already know about her current project? Was he testing her truthfulness? She gave herself a mental shake. Why the hell should she care if he caught her in a lie? She was his prisoner!

  “What’s the nature of your most recent project?” he prompted when she didn’t immediately respond.

  “I work on a lot of projects. Which one do you mean?” She tugged against his hold on her wrist, but he refused to let go. Her index finger tingled and she glanced at the transfer tube. She really needed to rest the system before someone ended up dead. She hadn’t anticipated this complication when she’d written the program.

  He scooted forward and trapped her knees between his. “The security protocols surrounding your current project are far more sophisticated than anything you’ve utilized before. What are you hiding?”

  “How do you know what my security protocols are unless you’ve tried to bypass them?” She stopped resisting, though her posture remained stiff and defiant.

  “It’s my job to protect my people. If that means snooping through secured files from time to time, I can live with that.” Sincerity and commitment combined in a startling spike of emotion.

  She meticulously suppressed her reaction to the mental jab, unwilling to reveal how clearly she was sensing his feelings. Nothing was more important to him than the people depending on him. She understood his dedication, even envied those he willingly protected. But she was not one of his people. She was a means to an end.

  “And I see no reason to volunteer anything.” Her voice sounded oddly breathless, so she made her tone more forceful as she said, “I’m only cooperating to earn my freedom.”

  Pinching off his emotions again, Fane looked into her eyes. “Then we’ll consider your explanation task number two.”

  “Do you want this explanation or would you rather I determine the compatibility of human and Stilox DNA? If I do both, you’re out of tasks.”

  Mal Ton chuckled, obviously following their exchange. “Sounds like you need to renegotiate.”

  Fane shot him a sidelong glare. You’re not helping.

  She’s your prisoner. Why bother with this elaborate barter system? You should be all the motivation she needs.

  Cassie struggled with her expression. Mal Ton’s arrogance shouldn’t have surprised her, but the urge to slap him made her palm itch.

  Technically she’s my wife, not my prisoner. Fane’s thumb brushed across the pulse point in her wrist, back and forth in a feather-light caress. She watched him closely. Did he have any idea she could hear his thoughts?

  Why did you agree to the social alliance? Mal Ton continued. Is it really easier on your conscience to manipulate your wife than seduce your prisoner?

  I don’t intend to manipulate her.

  Call it what you like. She has information we need and it’s your job to access it.

  With a frustrated sigh, Fane released her hand and leaned back in his chair.

  “It’s rude to talk behind someone’s back.” Her tone was softly mocking. “Especially when they’re sitting right in front of you.”

  Get her good and distracted and I’ll scan her mind, Mal Ton offered.

  I’m not sure I want you in her mind.

  Then let me distract her while you scan.

  Cassie gasped and Mal Ton laughed. “I told you the link was interactive.” He shot Fane a triumphant glance before returning his attention to the control console. “The only reason for her to propose a social alliance was if she knew what you had planned.”

  “Is he right?” Fane asked her directly. “Have you been able to hear my thoughts since I established the connection?”

  There was no reason to lie. His knowledge of her ability minimized her best advantage. Still, she didn’t need to volunteer the details. “Yes.”

  “Is it just my thoughts or can you sense my emotions too?”

  A challenging smile was her only reply.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” Fane persisted, f
rustration thinning his sensual lips.

  “You don’t reveal a potential advantage to the enemy,” Mal Ton said without turning around. “Any foot soldier can tell you that.”

  Without responding to Mal Ton’s assessment, Fane stood and grasped the back of her chair. He loomed over her, his features tense and menacing. She tried not to cower as her heartbeat sped and fear dried her mouth. He’d promised not to hurt her, vowed to protect her, but they were enemies.

  “Did your nanites trigger latent powers or have you found a way to synthesize our abilities?”

  Suspicion made his tone harsh, so she answered honestly. “All my powers are natural. All the nanites do is amplify what nature gave me.”

  Mutant light ignited within his eyes, casting a warm glow across her face. “Look at me.”

  Like a sweet temptation, she felt compelled to obey. Her nanites pushed back the compulsion, but Fane intensified the mystic lure. She raised her gaze to his and whimpered. Her eyes tingled and the air around her stirred, pressing her into the chair, holding her motionless while he flowed into her mind. Struggling within the silken thrall, she filled her mind with equations and trivial facts. He wasn’t touching her, but every molecule of her body felt him. She didn’t understand the sensations, could only experience the electric swirl. He surrounded her, swept into her, through her, and around her.

  “Show me.”

  The whisper-soft command made her shiver while her spirit rebelled. She would not surrender control! Yet she was powerless to resist, utterly helpless against the mystic current. Her mind opened, accepting his presence as readily as her body surrendered to his touch.

  Bitter resentment pulsed through her. She hated being helpless, hated him for demonstrating his power so ruthlessly. Then a question formed within her anger. Why wasn’t she afraid? He could snuff out her life without effort and yet she didn’t feel threatened.

  His mind waited, open and accessible. He wasn’t taking any more from her than he freely offered in return. Tentatively she ventured into his mind and the sheer scope of his being made her tremble. Pain and determination, frustration and fear, centuries of experience undulated all around her.