Read Colter's Revenge Online

Authors: Jan Springer

Colter's Revenge (9 page)

BOOK: Colter's Revenge
3.12Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

“Good. Then we shall proceed.”

His lubed finger prodded against her hole until her muscle gave and he slipped inside.

“Ahhh.” What a wonderfully tight feeling of pain. She remembered it well.

“You like?”

She nodded as bitter tears of remembrance sparked memories. Memories of Colter’s soft finger caresses as he’d explored her rear channel, whispers of gentle endearments into her ear as she’d cried out from the pleasure-pain.

Just as he was doing now.

“I’ve missed this part of you, Starry Eyes. So sweet. So easily aroused. And you’re still so unbelievably tight. Don’t your…husbands take you back here?”

“No,” she shook her head, clenched her teeth, as her asshole flamed full of desire. She cried out as a second lubed finger slipped inside and prodded around.

“I wish I could take your pretty little ass, Ashley. Wish I could have it again.”

Why don’t you take me?
A voice somewhere deep in the back of her mind urged.
Please take my ass. Please don’t sound as if you don’t ever want me again.
As her ass muscles began to relax beneath his soft yet insistent prodding, she found herself drifting away, relaxing, and focusing on the pleasure-pain sifting along deep inside her and the flames that continued to lick her freshly spanked ass cheeks. All too soon the wondrous pleasure-pain disappeared and she opened her eyes to find the blackness of the blindfold staring back at her. She could hear him breathing, the sound fast and harsh. Aroused. Would he take her in the ass now? Would he put out the fire he’d started in her?

The sound of plastic came again. She found herself lifting her head, orienting herself to the noise.

“Settle down, Ashley. No need to be afraid.”

His voice soothed her, sucked her into a wall of security she loved. She didn’t even flinch when she felt a strange, cool item penetrate her ass. At first she thought it was a butt plug, but he didn’t insert it. Just left it poised in her opening. Involuntarily her butt muscles clenched around it, tried to suck it in, it wouldn’t come inside. Then she felt the pressure as Colter slid the item deeper. Her sphincter muscle constricted.

49

Jan Springer

“There, that should hold you for a bit while I see what other little surprises I can give you.” She didn’t miss the amusement etching his voice. The mattress shifted beneath her.

She could hear him walking toward the sex-toy cabinet and found herself wondering how she must look with her bare ass, all flushed and red, propped up on the pillow with whatever it was that was sticking out of her ass, sticking out of her ass. The cabinet door creaked open again.

“I could give your cute little ass a sound whipping. Before long you’ll be begging for it.”

Begging? What?

It was at that moment Ashley felt the slow burn between her buttocks. What in the world was it?

As if sensing her question he chuckled and spoke. “The juice of the root has the ability to create incredible horniness.”

Juice? Root?

Oh, God! What had he shoved into her ass?

Bucking her hips as much as she could against the restraints to get rid of the item, Ashley quickly discovered her movements only increased the burn, which was rapidly heading into a fire.

“How’s our ginger root doing?” He was closer now. Too close. She cried out as his hands curved over her buttocks again. The instant he touched the root, fire consumed her anus. She shivered as a finger dipped downward and touched her clit.

An immediate burn began there as well. Made her clit swell. Made her pussy clench. Made her cry out.

“Please! It’s…burning me alive. Please help me…put…put out the fire.”

“You’ll have to beg a little harder than that, Ashley.”

God! She was starting to feel so unbelievably horny. Her pussy was quivering, anxious to be penetrated. This must be the sexual torture he’d mentioned earlier.

“It won’t hurt you, Starry Eyes. Unless you lied about not being allergic and I know you don’t have sensitive skin.”

Fire licked her buttocks as the unmistakable lash of a whip snapped against her tender flesh. Her muscles clenched the item tighter, the burn got worse. Perspiration popped out over her skin, chilling the heat.

“You shouldn’t have come here, Ashley. Shouldn’t have come and reminded me of what we had.”

Another sharp lash.

Her buttocks clenched harder. The burn in her ass from the ginger made her gasp. 50

Colter’s Revenge

Oh, God!

Another lash, the fiery pleasure-pain made her forget the burn. Made her want more.

“I remember how you craved Blade’s cock up your ass while I whipped your breasts. Do you remember Blade?”

Another sharp snap. She cried out as her buttocks clenched around fire. Her pussy was on fire now too. A wonderful horniness that begged to be satisfied.

“I asked if you remember Blade?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. The coldness in his voice made her wonder once again if he’d been jealous of Blade fucking her.

“Did you enjoy the things he did to you, Starry Eyes? Did you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed watching?”

Oh sweet heavens! She was on fire.

“He’s here, y’know. With me. He talks about you sometimes. How much he enjoyed pleasuring you, like I plan to do to you while you’re my pleasure captive.”

Ashley whimpered at his words.

His finger was sliding against her clitoris, bringing her quickly toward what she knew would be a wicked orgasm.

She’d enjoyed the sex with Blade, but she didn’t love him. It had been a fantasy she’d been thrilled to try out at the time. She’d been living day by day back then under the sadism of the general, not knowing if she would be alive from one minute to the next. Having Colter living there with them had turned the general into a docile lamb toward her, had made her wary and on edge waiting for him to recuperate and start in on her with his perversions. The intimate caresses of Colter and then Blade had been an oasis in her otherwise world of fear.

“I…I don’t care about Blade,” she found herself confessing. The finger sliding against her clit stopped briefly then started again.

“Maybe I should call him in here? Maybe I should watch him fuck you again, Starry Eyes.”

“No, not like this…not with this anger between us.”

He sucked in a sharp breath. His finger stopped rubbing her clit.

“No! Don’t stop…please.”

“You want relief? Maybe I should fuck you, Ashley?”

“Please…” Yes, she wanted relief. She wanted Colter. Had ached for him for years. Her ass flamed in protest as he removed the ginger root and removed the bindings from her ankles and wrists. Warm hands cradled her waist and he turned her over. She couldn’t stop herself from eagerly spreading her legs wide, from arching her hips to him.

51

Jan Springer

The darkness of the blindfold only increased the erotic sensations. She imagined the lusty fire burning in his eyes as he gazed down between her thighs. Imagined how she must look. Her pink petals plump. Her clit engorged—puffy and purple with arousal. Wetness oozing from her slit.

She cried out in protest as he inserted not the hot, thick cock she craved but the thin vibrator that never totally satisfied her. The hum of it split the air. The item lodged deep inside her vagina and the clit stimulator pulsed softly against her ginger-burned clitoris. She came apart.

The sensations were brutal, beautiful. Crashing against her in harsh pleasure waves. Making her scream with approval as he thrust the vibrating plastic in and out of her spasming pussy.

Oh yes!

The climax seemed endless.

She groaned as her muscles clenched the rod.

“Oh, God. Yeah,” Colter hissed roughly. “That’s it, sweetheart. Moan for me. Keep those hips moving.”

She cried out again as the clit stimulator pressed harder against her throbbing clit. More brutal sensations. More cries. More pleasure waves. Her ass burned from the ginger.

“Breathe into it, sweetheart. That’s it. Let’s ride this figging nice and hard.” His strangled, aroused voice was like an aphrodisiac. Melting over her mind like sweet caresses. Making her believe he really cared for her.

He thrust into her harder, deeper. Powerful strokes that encouraged yet another climax to rock her senses.

She cried out, bucked harder. Her mind spiraled.

The scent of her sex hung heavy in the air. The sound of his harsh breathing raked against her ears.

The awesome touch of his palm coming down and pressing onto her lower belly made the enjoyment sharper.

She was bucking in mindless pleasure now. Trusting him to guide her through it. She couldn’t help but cry out his name. Couldn’t stop herself from begging him to plunge his massive rod into her.

“Shit! Ashley…you’re so damn beautiful.”

His hoarse voice ripped through her needs, making her realize she was begging. She didn’t care anymore.

She just wanted Colter.

Erotic shivers crashed over her again making her cry out. She was heading into the beauty. A pleasure so beautiful, so breathtaking she didn’t want to come back.

52

Colter’s Revenge

More convulsions. Hot. Searing. Her vagina clenched wickedly. She cried out at the splintering pleasure-pain.

Then he was cradling her, caressing her heated flesh, bringing her slowly from her sexual euphoria. Bringing her back to him.

“Man, that was awesome,” he said. “I’ve forgotten how gorgeous you look when you come apart like that, Starry Eyes.” He held her so tenderly she couldn’t stop herself from melting into his welcome warmth.

She missed him so much. Had missed him so badly she’d thought her heart was broken. But it wasn’t. She had proof at the way happiness slipped into each and every fiber.

Colter was back in her life. It was incredible. It was something she’d never truly dared to hope for. Yet here he was.

“Sleep, Ashley. Sleep. When you wake up, we’ll continue.”

She trembled in his arms and allowed the engaging blackness to push away the excitement of his words. She found herself relaxing for the first time in years. The burning pleasure in her ass dimmed and the tiny remaining spasms racking her pussy vanished. Sweet oblivion wrapped around her. It pushed away her fears. Fears that Colter would find out she was an infected woman. That she wasn’t whole. And that he’d find out her other secrets.

She slept.

* * * * *

“My slave is pregnant.” The general’s sharp laugh snapped through Ashley like a fissure of
lightning that made both her and the visiting gynecologist jump. She’d expected him to be angry,
to beat her with his fists. He didn’t. He just looked at her naked pussy, an odd smile on his face as
he thoughtfully stroked his dark beard. As if he weren’t the least bit surprised.

“How far along is she? Four months?”

Oh, my God! He knew?

“Yes, about four months along,” the doctor answered as he slipped his rubber gloves off and
placed them on the mattress between Ashley’s widespread legs.
How had the general known? She stifled the urge to start bawling. It wasn’t easy to keep her
emotions in check, especially now that her hormones were all over the place.
She’d suspected she was pregnant. Had known it when her period stopped. Had kept it a
secret. Knew the general would not approve. Knew that he would know the baby would not be
his.

“Yes, I’m pregnant.” She forced herself to keep the crispness out of her voice. Now was not
the time to irritate him with her sarcasm.

His gaze zeroed onto her blossoming naked belly and to her surprise, he slowly nodded his
head. His eyes twinkled sadistically.

“Perhaps I should punish you and the father of the child.”

53

Jan Springer

She remained silent, trying hard not to feel anything for the baby’s father, the man who had
so easily abandoned her.

“Punishing her is not an option, General.” The gyno interrupted. “The baby is a female.”

Devastation rocked her at his words.

No! Sweet mercy! Not a girl. Her daughter would only end up like her. At the mercy of
sadistic men.

“The child will be highly valuable when she comes of age. You will be quite rich, General.
From here on out the slave needs her stress levels lowered substantially. Her blood pressure and
blood test readings indicate she is under a great deal of stress. She also needs to be under
constant medical supervision. Studies have shown that pregnancy in an infected woman is
highly dangerous, both for the mother and the baby.”

“The baby…will she be infected too?” Ashley couldn’t stop herself from asking the question
of the gynecologist, not really expecting an answer. Women of the world, except for those lucky
few who had government connections, were recently deemed property—used for sex, breeding
children, housework and little else. She was not allowed to speak to an unrelated man, no matter
what the circumstances, so she wasn’t surprised that the doctor ignored her. Wasn’t
disappointed when he acted as if she weren’t even there lying on the bed buck-naked with her legs
widespread for both men to ogle as they wished. But the doctor sure had acted as if she existed
when he’d examined her, stroking her clit, plucking at her pussy lips and sticking his fingers into
her vagina to feel around in an unprofessional manner, not to mention stroking her G-spot and
arousing her right there with the general watching.

Ashley stifled a sob. She had to be brave. Had to figure out how to protect her daughter from
the hoards of men who would want her in the future. At that thought, panic gripped her and the
sob she’d been holding back wrenched free in a rush.

The doctor frowned and to Ashley’s shock, a satisfied smile slipped across the general’s lips.
The general rarely smiled. And when he did, she knew a devious plan was forming in his wicked,
sadistic brain. She swallowed as a tremor of icy fear gripped her.

BOOK: Colter's Revenge
3.12Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

Moonheart by Charles de Lint
Jacob's Return by Annette Blair
Atomka by Franck Thilliez
Dead Spaces: The Big Uneasy 2.0 by Pauline Baird Jones
Sheepfarmers Daughter by Moon, Elizabeth
Meant To Be by Donna Marie Rogers
Sleeping Beauty by Judith Ivory
Gasoline by Quim Monzó
The Trailsman #388 by Jon Sharpe