Captive Heroes

by Springer, Jan

  How ships could fly, he did not have the time to question her about. He’d had more important things to do. Now that his tender wound was taken care of with salve and bandages, he was more than ready to take her here.

  “Oh I like,” Kinley said from behind him as she stepped into the room. Her voice was sultry and sensual, igniting his needs to newer heights. He clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her, pushing her up against the nearest wall and fucking himself senseless with her.

  He was holding on to his last thread of self-control. Thoughts of taking her had been a constant companion while she’d pointed that gun at him and forced him to eat the food she’d created. Food that had been quite tasty. Even while she’d ordered him to place salve and bandages around his wound, and then after when she had shown him how to use the replicator menus, he’d struggled with ripping the gun from her hand and taking her. With the pleasure they’d shared, she would not harm him with the weapon. He had no doubts at all.

  He’d been able to hold himself together and play along with her.

  Until now.

  Even the white-hot lust raging through him as he surveyed the equipment he had produced couldn’t stop him from turning around. Gun or no gun, he wished to take her. But he halted momentarily as he gazed upon her.

  She had untied her newly colored hair from all those braids and it fell in erratic waves all around her shoulders. She looked like a sun-kissed, bronze goddess. A succulent female. His female.

  “You like?” she asked softly, almost shyly, as she stood in front of him. She had no gun. Good. This meant she was ready for him.

  She’d put on enticing clothing that made his shaft grow even harder—if that were possible. His breathing increased and perspiration dripped from his forehead.

  She also wore a black collar, several colorful, clear jewels sparkling around it. A ring dangled from the middle-front. From the ring trailed a black rope leash. She held the end of it in her hand. The seductive smile she gave him almost unraveled him.

  “What is it?” he asked as he stepped forward and stood directly in front of her. She was shorter than him by more than two heads and her petite size only enflamed him. He wished to dominate her. To make his darkest fantasies come true.

  She twirled around, showing him every succulent curve the erotic clothing hugged. Hiding her naked body from his eyes only increased his temptations and his sensual needs. He moaned inwardly as his cock and balls swelled even more.

  She faced him and looked down at herself. Pride flushed her pretty features. “It’s a sequined dress. I picked it for you. It has a plunging cowl neckline and—”

  He reached out and touched the glittering, round items lying on the cloth, bundled at the valley of her breasts. Yes, this clothing looked enticing. Yet it was the warmth of her skin drifting through the interesting dress that captured his entire attention.

  He lifted his other hand and, without warning, grabbed the material. She cried out as he ripped the cloth directly in half, all the way from the top right down to the bottom. Her curvy breasts tightened his loins. She wore glistening chains, similar to the ones he had lost to the virgin Yellow Hairs. Obviously she’d been busy with the replicator menus as well.

  “What are you doing?” she gasped, her eyes flaring with anger and lust as she tried to gather the ripped ends of the dress back together. As if that gesture would keep him away from her.

  “You ruined it.” She pouted. She looked beautiful when she did that with her mouth. The expression was too erotic for him to ignore. Angry impatience flashed through his lust.

  “What I require is not a dress,” he growled. “What I require is my female.”

  Her eyes widened.

  Yes, she would be his female through this next phase of the Passion Poison, and she would continue to be his female if he survived it.

  He grabbed her by the arm, none too gently, and led her to his prized creation. To what the menu had called a sex machine. It was something he had always wished to make, but he had never had the perfect female.

  Until Kinley.

  He craved for her to be penetrated by a machine such as the ones he had heard were in the female prisons. The type of machines that impregnated the female convicts. This one, though, would not impregnate. This one would cause her exquisite pleasure.

  “I cannot hold myself back any longer,” he said as he pulled her to his chest. He hoped she understood.

  “This is your darkest fantasy?” she whispered as she gazed at the big machine, wide eyes full of curiosity.

  “You sound surprised.”

  “I thought…well…something more dramatic. Maybe along the lines of a whipping or ass paddling. But this…this is very nice.”

  More dramatic? Very nice? Blackie inhaled as she moved out of his embrace and walked toward the machine. His gaze zeroed in on the curvy cheeks of her ass and the crack. His cock throbbed as he envisioned what would soon come for her.

  “This is where I sit?” she asked as she straddled the plush seat and grinned playfully up at him. The shreds of her dress dangled provocatively off her body and the erotic sight powered more heat through his already overexcited system.

  He nodded. Did she even realize how sexy she looked or how intensely he wanted her? From the way her pretty eyes glittered with excitement as she surveyed the metal structure, she might be in for a surprise where this machine was concerned.

  His insides were bursting as he held back the lust running through his veins, as if he were standing on a dam that was ready to explode. He would fall into the furious rapids, unable to control himself as he was swept away in the wild torrents of sexual need. This fear of losing self-control frightened him, yet it also exhilarated him. It was the Passion Poison raging through him. He should warn her she may be in trouble. But if he did, she would run. And he needed her like crazy. Needed to drown himself in the pleasure of her body. Of her.

  She gazed with wonder at the poles that extended from the base of the machine. All of them had areas that would bend in order for him to move them into the required positions. There was a headrest, arm rests and foot rests, all with restraints. There were also several other poles that had vacuum suctions, probes and dildos.

  He was surprised she wasn’t frightened. He had thought she would be afraid of the monstrous machine and its various metal rods and erotic attachments, but she seemed eager to experience what he wanted to do to her.

  A growl tore out of him as she squirmed on the seat. She was an exquisitely sensual creature. Adventurous in the ways of sex. He liked that about her. Liked it a lot.

  “Well, we may as well begin, Blackie,” she whispered. The eroticism in her voice urged him to move. In moments he would have her totally at his mercy.

  He could hardly wait.

  * * * * *

  Kinley couldn’t stop trembling as Blackie crouched in front of her legs and the sex machine he’d fashioned. She’d tried really hard not to be overly frightened of this huge contraption the moment she’d seen it. The metal arms had intimidated her, but when she’d seen those succulent-looking attachments a naughty fire flared inside her.

  Truth was she was a bit frightened and, crazily enough, she was eager too. She’d never seen anything like this before or if she had, well, she sure couldn’t recall.

  He certainly did have one heck of a fantasy if this machine was any indication. Who knew something like this would turn him on? Or her, for that matter? But he was very turned-on.

  The lusty way he gazed at her when he’d ripped her dress right down the middle. What a barbarian! His aggressiveness had turned her on even more yet angered her at the same time. She’d carefully chosen that dress after sifting through the replicator menu for a long time. She thought he might like to slowly peel it off her body and be surprised and aroused as her chains were revealed beneath. But no, he’d gotten straight to the point.

  Now he was getting straight to it with this naughty machine of his. She couldn’t help but moan softly
as his hot fingers wrapped around her right ankle. He lifted her bare foot off the plush rug and placed it into a foot stirrup. She creamed when he fastened her ankle in place with a restraint. He did the same to her other foot, securing it.

  To her surprise, he leaned forward, his hot breath caressing the sole of her left foot. The touch of his stubbly cheek tickled her flesh in an erotic way. She caught her breath at the unexpected sultry tingles that shimmered through her as he opened his mouth and sucked her big toe between his warm, moist lips. His lips tightened and she inhaled sharply as he lashed the bottom of her toe with his bristly tongue. She panted at the sweet touches as he leisurely sucked, slowly bobbing his head, the same way she would if she were taking his cock into her mouth.

  Toe fetish?

  She grinned and lay against the back and headrests, quickly getting comfortable as he continue sucking. One by one, his warm, firm lips made love to each of her other toes. The firm pressure of his sweet lips and gentle laps of his tongue as it wrapped around and between had her gasping in no time flat. By the time he’d finished with her second foot, excitement snapped through her like live wires and each of her toes tingled with exquisite tension.

  Who knew that having her toes sucked so intimately could get her so aroused? Or him, for that matter? For he was quite excited. He lifted his head and stared at her with heavy-lidded eyes. His lips were slightly parted and he was panting hard. He seemed to be in a sensual daze and, as he stood, his taut muscles flexed in his shoulders and chest and the bandages on his wound shone a brilliant white in the soft glow of the candles flickering on the walls.

  She had to admit, the man did have taste in décor. It was cozy in here with all these candles. It made her forget about the storm lashing the ship.

  She fixated on his erection and her breath hitched in appreciation at the immense size pressing provocatively against his breechclout. She wanted to reach out and take it off him, but he was too far away and obviously had other ideas. He grabbed the metal poles where her legs and feet were attached and moved them outward, spreading her legs oh so wide.

  Oh my! She hadn’t realized her legs could widen so much and it didn’t even hurt.

  “Females have dominated me most of my life,” he said, his eyes flaring with heat. His scarred chest expanded with obvious pride and his voice became guttural, primal. “And for much of that time, I have wanted to take a female in the ways I wished to take her, not in the ways she wished me to take her. But it was against their rules. Even when I was with the Death Valley Boys, I could forcefully seduce females, but I wished a willing slave. Now I have my darkest fantasy. You, my submissive, are my willing slave. You and this machine are my fantasy.”

  Submissive.

  He certainly had that right. Despite being afraid of him at the beginning, her insides had melted into some semblance of surrender when he’d placed the collar and chains on her. Yeah sure, the Yellow Hairs had freed her, but she hadn’t hesitated in having herself collared again inside that teepee. And he certainly was masterful in the way he treated her. In taking care of her, feeding her, fucking her.

  Just as she hoped he would fuck her now. That he would move between her spread thighs and start fucking her. But disappointment rocked her as he stalked around her. First to her side and then behind her. She held her breath as a band draped over her forehead. He tightened it slightly so she couldn’t move her head. Then he tilted her entire upper half until she sat at a forty-five-degree angle.

  Reflected in the mirrored ceiling was the head restraint he’d placed over her forehead. A band that would keep her well in place. Her heart pounded as he moved to her right side. He grabbed her wrist, his scorching fingers like a handcuff, and guided her arm onto another metal extension. Placing her wrist into a rest, he secured it with binding. He moved the extension, bringing her arm out to her side, then strolled to her other side and did the same to her other arm.

  She lay trapped, her arms and legs spread-eagle. She was totally at his mercy. She should be frightened, shouldn’t she? He was, after all, in the throes of Passion Poison. He stalked back to the foot of the machine and moved between her spread legs. He smiled dangerously and Kinley swallowed as a sudden bout of nervousness shifted through her.

  “Another fantasy of mine is to hear a female beg me to fuck her. I haven’t heard you beg, warrior woman.”

  Oh no.

  The son of a bitch. He hadn’t used that nickname since he’d captured her. He’d suggested she beg him shortly after he’d caught her. She’d sworn to herself she would never beg him for sex. Back then she had been serious. Now that she’d experienced his sexual skills, she wasn’t sure how long she would be able to hold out against him. She wanted to cry out for him to let her go. She wasn’t sure she wanted this. He could keep her like this forever, teasing her and driving her mad with need for wanting him.

  A sudden bout of rebelliousness snapped through her. “Give it your best shot,” she whispered.

  In the erotic way his eyes flared with lust and excitement, she immediately regretted giving him the challenge. Perhaps her big mouth had just gotten her into a heap of sensual trouble.

  “Your voice is drenched with defiance. I will fuck that defiance out of you. Wait and see.”

  Her breath caught at his words. Oh great. Was she absolutely nuts playing around with a guy who was drugged? Yep, she certainly did have some sort of sexual death wish because that’s exactly what she was doing.

  “No ball gag for you this time. This time I want to hear you scream.”

  “Make me scream, Blackie,” she taunted. Perhaps he wouldn’t be able to hold out long against the Passion Poison raging through his system. And all his boasting was just talk. But what if it wasn’t talk?

  His hands moved to the strings on each of side of his breechclout. She followed his movements and her excitement pushed away all the fear. He wouldn’t hurt her. He couldn’t. It wasn’t in him. The poison was merely making him act out his darkest fantasies and she would be able to handle them.

  Or at least she hoped she would.

  She licked her dry lips as he untied the cloth that hid his bold erection. She gasped, her senses snapping to attention, her pussy creaming and clenching as his shaft was revealed.

  Oh my!

  He was huge! And so long. Thick. She couldn’t remember his cock so swollen before either. And such an intricate weave of blue, pulsing veins that laced his purple-flushed shaft.

  “I can see the way your eyes widen. You appreciate a well-hung male.”

  “I do,” she whispered. Oh I do. I do. I do.

  Damned if she wasn’t ready to start begging already just by looking at him.

  That naughty, dangerous grin of his grew.

  Oh crud.

  He was so onto her.

  She couldn’t stop an erotic moan from escaping her lips as he dropped to his knees between her spread thighs.

  Oh man, he was going to go down on her. Fiery heat shifted through her as she remembered how good he’d been with his mouth when she awoke after he’d found her in that swamp. How eagerly she’d nodded when he’d asked her if she wanted him to make her come. Oh yeah, she wanted to come now.

  His hot breath tickled her pussy. Anticipation roared through her. Electric sensations zapped into her as his tongue swiped between her folds and licked right up along her clit and off. He did it again, this time with a firmer pressure. Her hips jerked in response. She creamed.

  He chuckled and drew his head away.

  Damn him!

  She trembled as he reached up and grabbed one of the several metal appendages. He brought one down toward her pussy. She tensed when she saw the clear cone on the end.

  “This suction cup will be placed over here,” he whispered in a thick, lusty voice. He brought the arm closer and arrowed it between her legs. To her surprise, a sweet, anticipating heaviness erupted deep inside her. She tensed yet again as the edges of the cone firmly covered her entire pussy.

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�This knob here locks the extension in place, and when the suction turns on the fit will be even tighter. This way, you will be able to move and gyrate your hips as you wish, enjoying the pleasure without loosening the cone.”

  Oh sweet mercy.

  And she’d thought this machine fantasy of his wasn’t going to be too intense. How wrong she’d been. She was already panting after a couple of licks from him. How would she be able to endure twenty-four hours of this?

  Her trembling increased as the machine whirred. She gasped as the cone slipped even tighter against her skin and swirling warm air brushed seductively against her clit. It swiftly turned into some sort of electrical pulse that had her clenching her fists at the intoxicating reaction zipping through her pussy.

  Oh no!

  She pushed her feet against the stirrups as her thighs quickly tensed with arousal.

  He studied her reaction and she couldn’t help but close her eyes and melt into the pleasure the suction cup caused. He chuckled in a raw and tormented way. She opened her eyes and he reached for another metal arm. He brought it down and she couldn’t help but moan again at the small dildo strapped to the end.

  “This dildo will be inserted in your ass.”

  Oh my goodness!

  “It’s already lubed internally and all I have to do is…”

  She stiffened as the warm head of the dildo nestled against her sphincter. He turned a switch and a whirring followed. A second later the dildo began moving slowly back and forth, about half an inch at a time. Wonderful heat and lube smeared against her hole, and a moment later it slipped inside about an inch. She writhed at the tender invasion.

  “The machine will register when your ass is ready to accept a deeper penetration.”

  She really should tell him he was crazy having her hooked up to these gadgets but, have mercy, she didn’t want to be released. She moaned softly as the dildo began a quicker, slightly deeper thrust. Her ass clenched eagerly around the sweet little intrusion.

  Oh yes. Very nice!