Love Bites (25 page)

Verica’s reckless temper snapped. “Shoot me, alien,” she spat, glaring at Bender. “I’d rather die like a soldier than be tortured by the likes of these bastards!” She tried to kick at the vampire, but he controlled her effortlessly.

“Idiot!” Julian growled, tightening his grip on her thighs until she winced.

“It seems to find a beam in the head preferable to your company.” The Jeranth produced a hissing sound the translator rendered as a laugh. “Keep it, then, if it dreads you so. In the meantime, Captain, my general wants to see you.”

Verica swore and began to struggle, her body lashing between the vampires’ unhuman hands.

“Cut it out,” Dominic said, clamping down hard on her arms. Stubbornly, she kept fighting. He increased the pressure until she gritted her teeth. “You’ve pissed the captain off as it is. Calm down and be a good girl, or you’ll regret it.”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh, you will,” Julian told her, then jerked his chin at the vampire who still had her by the hair. “Take her legs, André. I’ve got business with our employers. Get her back to the ship . . .” He flashed them a warning glare. “But keep your greedy hands, fangs, and cocks off until I get back.”

*   *   *

S
immering with fear and anger, Verica twisted her hands, trying to get at the knot that bound her wrists together.

The vampire bastards had tied her to a chair.

“You’re going to get rope burns doing that,” André observed, not looking up from his poker hand.

She couldn’t answer, though she ached to curse him. They’d gagged her with a length of silk.

It had been an hour since the two vampires had summoned their star runner to land on the mountaintop and pick them up while Bender completed his business with the vampires’ employers. Since then, she’d been subjected to another losing battle with her captors they’d thoroughly enjoyed, then left to stew in her despair.

From their conversation, Verica gathered that the war was indeed over; the engagement with her unit had been the last of the mopping up. The Jeranth had won possession of the planet. And the Lochta, who’d hired her mercenary company, were already pulling out of the star system, leaving Verica at the dubious mercy of three vampires.

Once they’d bound her, Dominic had stepped back to look down at her as she glared up at him. He was just too damned handsome with those angular features, a neat blond beard framing sensual lips. In contrast to his elegant good looks, his eyes blazed with earthy lechery. “God,” he said to André, “I’d forgotten how arousing it is to tie up a pretty victim.”

“Yeah,” André agreed, fangs flashing against his dark, hawkish face. “I can’t wait to get her naked. She’s incredibly responsive. You saw the way she damn near hit orbit just from a touch on one nipple.”

“Makes you wonder how she’ll react having a hard cock shoved somewhere tight. Which reminds me; we need to decide who fucks her where first.”

André lifted an eyebrow. “Well, the captain’s going to want her ass.”

Verica’s eyes widened and her mouth went dry as she remembered the size of that thick ridge pressing against her crotch.

“Which leaves her mouth and cunt for us,” Dominic said. “But who gets to pop her cherry?” He sounded so matter-of-fact, Verica blinked in shock.

“Good point,” André said. “We’ll let a poker hand decide it. Best two out of three. It’ll give us something to do while we wait for the captain.”

After Dominic went back to his quarters for a deck of cards, the two vampires sat down on the bed to deal out the hand.

Ha,
Verica thought, watching sullenly.
The laugh’s on them. I don’t even have a hymen anymore
. She’d disposed of that one evening during an experimental fuck with a hairbrush handle while watching her father’s ancient cache of pornography. But it had hurt, and she hadn’t tried it since.

What would it feel like when Julian . . .

“A hairbrush?” Dominic hooted, looking up. “You are a naughty girl, aren’t you? Not that it matters. You still haven’t had a cock.”

“You know, if she had that much trouble with her hairbrush, she’s going to have a hell of a time with us,” André told him, concentrating on his cards. “None of us are exactly small men . . .”

“Mmmmmm,” Dominic agreed, smirking at her, an evil glint in his green eyes. “I’m starting to look forward to watching you get it, whether or not I’m the one who gives it to you. You’ll be begging behind your gag.”

“Hell, wait ’til the captain does her.” André rearranged his hand. “That always gets a reaction, even from captives a hell of a lot more experienced than she is.”

“Oh, baby.” Dominic flipped a card down on the bed. “When you feel that big prick start forcing its way up your little backside, you’ll beg for mercy. Not that it’ll do you any good. Julian just loves a virgin asshole.”

André glanced up. “Have you ever noticed how he’s got this sadistic little twist he gives his hips when his victims start pleading?”

Verica chewed nervously on her gag, acutely aware of the rope biting into her wrists. She was completely at the mercy of these men. They could fuck her however they wanted, and there was nothing she could do to save herself. If their captain wanted to sodomize her, very soon she’d be bent and helpless waiting for him to slide that monster cock up her virgin anus.

Dominic looked up and shot her a smile that showed every inch of his long, sharp fangs. “Now you’re getting the idea. You’re defenseless, darlin’. And you’re ours.”

Verica stared at him, her cheeks hot. They were really going to fuck her. All of them.

Everywhere.

Twenty minutes later, when Dominic hooted in triumph and André groaned, she was so preoccupied with dark images she barely noticed that the blond had won her cunt.

*   *   *

D
ominic and André simultaneously threw down the cards they’d been idly playing after deciding her fate. She looked up, startled, as they advanced on her.

“Captain’s coming in the airlock,” Dominic explained with a nasty grin, “and he’s pissed.”

André moved behind her and snapped the cords holding her wrists to the back of the chair while Dominic freed her legs. She aimed a kick at him, just on general principles, but he ducked away and stood just as André snatched her onto her feet.

The blond stepped aside as Julian strode in, his face grim. Without hesitation, the captain reached out, grabbed the front of her unisuit, and ripped the tough fabric down the front. Cool air flooded over her breasts. Verica yelped in outrage.

Ignoring her curses, Julian snatched her away from André and flung himself down in the chair, then dragged her face down across his lap. Locking a big fist in what was left of her unisuit, he stripped it away. Instinctively, she tried to rear out of his lap, but he just wrapped a big hand around the back of her head and held her down.

“It’s one thing to attempt escape,” Julian told her in a low, controlled voice. “It’s another to attempt suicide. It’s a good thing the Jeranth is so fuckin’ perverse, or you’d be dead now.” His broad hand descended on her bare butt in a hard, stinging smack that startled a muffled yelp out of her. “You will
not
do that again,” he told her sternly.

“Oh, yeah! Beat that little ass!” Dominic said as he and André grabbed a couple of chairs from a nearby table and dragged them over. Grinning, they sat down to watch.

Verica set her teeth against the next smack and barely managed to hold back another yelp. But the following blow was even harder, and the next, and the next. Though she managed not to scream, she couldn’t seem to keep from squirming under the rain of blistering smacks.

Yet, as a fire ignited in her ass cheeks, she felt her pussy heat as well.
God
, she thought, appalled at herself.
How could I find this
arousing?

But she did. Being butt-up across a handsome man’s thighs as he paddled her under the lecherous gaze of his crew, knowing they’d all soon . . . She gasped.

And she wasn’t the only one turned on. As Verica squirmed across Julian’s muscular thighs, she felt his erection lengthening against her side. Turning her head, she saw that both Dominic and André were just as hard.

Seeing the direction of her gaze, Dominic ran the long fingers of one hand up and down the outline of his own broad shaft through his unisuit. Cupping his balls with the other, he leaned closer and met her eyes. “Nothing’s quite as hot as watching a naked blonde’s ass go red under a good, hard spanking.”

“Unless it’s watching her asshole stretch around a hard cock,” Julian growled, suddenly breaking off his ruthless smacks. “
My
hard cock.” He reached between her thighs and sought the opening of her cunt.

“Why, gentleman,” the captain purred, “our little captive’s wet!”

“She’s
been
wet,” André said. “I could smell it.”

Her back arched as Julian’s thick finger slipped deeper, then slowly withdrew only to dip inside again. The sensation was hot, dark, breath-stealing.

“I think she’s got a submissive streak.” Eyeing her, Dominic stroked his hard-on again. “I wonder if we’ve captured ourselves a potential bloodslave.”

“If she is, we’ll find out.” The finger withdrew from her cunt and lifted, then pressed against her anus. Verica sucked in a breath behind her gag as the long male digit began to enter a place that had never before been penetrated. The insertion felt both painful and strangely erotic.

“Oh, yeah,” Julian said. “Hard-ass on the outside, sweet submissive underneath. Get the rope and the lube, gentlemen. It’s time little Verica lost every last virginity.”

*   *   *

T
ying up Verica for her first fuck was the hottest thing Julian had done in decades.

They could have subdued her so completely she’d have been unable to bat an eyelash, but they ended up letting her writhe just so they could watch her do it. She looked so tasty squirming and fighting that the process of hog-tying her took about three times as long as it should have. By the time they were done, Julian’s fangs were aching in his jaw and his dick was hard as a Beamer rifle.

Had she truly been terrified and unwilling, of course, he’d have taken a different approach. Their objective, after all, was to get her as aroused as possible so she’d generate the greatest psychic charge when she came. They’d all been at this so long they knew when a captive would respond best to gentle seduction or a rough mock-rape. And Verica, virgin or not, wanted to be subdued.

She had to know she didn’t have a prayer against three vampires. Hell, if they’d just been human, she still wouldn’t have had a prayer. They were too big, and Verica was too small. Too female.

Too delicious.

Her pink-tipped breasts jiggled as she squirmed, trying to kick with those long, muscled legs or land a small fist in a punch. Her silky blonde hair whipped around her delicate face, and her full, pink lips drew back from her teeth in a snarl as she fought to bite anything she could reach. All the while, she glared around at them with what she probably considered a ferocious expression.

It wouldn’t have occurred to her that those big, blue eyes were better suited to pleading.

And Julian badly wanted to watch her plead. It was almost a shame to blindfold her, but he knew it would increase her feelings of delicious vulnerability. He promised himself he’d take off the strip of silk once she started whimpering.

Panting, he and Dominic stood back, trying to regain a little self-control while André forced a spreader gag between her jaws. A wise precaution, since they all knew without the synthrubber guard holding her teeth open, she’d try to bite his cock off the minute he attempted to use her mouth.

She still hadn’t stopped struggling, even though she was blindfolded and wrapped so tightly in one of André’s bondage specials she could barely move. Her arms were lashed behind her, tied together from elbows to wrists so her back was pulled into an arch that forced her full breasts out. A couple of loops of rope circled her tits, making them bulge and drawing attention to their stiff nipples.

Together the vampires had spread her ankles wide and tied them to a couple of magnetic clamps attached to the ceiling. A third clamp held the ropes that supported the rest of her immobilized body.

André had passed another loop around her forehead, then lashed that to her wrists, so that as she hung in her cradle of cords, her neck was forced into a tempting arch. They’d suspended her at hip height so she could be entered easily, but it would be equally convenient to pull up a chair and feed.

“You know, we’ve done some kinky things over the centuries,” André observed after he’d secured the ring gag, “but this is a record.”

“It’s the virginity,” Julian decided. “That, and she’s so damn stubborn. You can smell how wet she is, and she’s still fighting.”

Dominic grinned. “I wonder how long that will last.”

Julian grinned back. “Let’s get started and see.”

*   *   *

B
reathing hard through the ring gag, Verica hung in her bonds. They’d tied her in a demonically uncomfortable position, and though she was blindfolded, she knew the arch of her spine and the wide splay of her thighs offered her breasts and cunt up to whoever wanted to torment them.

This situation should not be arousing her, damn it. Yet she could feel the cream trickling in her core, a humiliating testimony to the lust this ridiculous scenario had tapped. No matter what her pride insisted, some dark, animal part of her ached for the cocks of her captors, for their mouths and hands.

And fangs.

They’d feast on her, the bastards, sink those long, sharp teeth into her tender skin even as they sank their long, hard cocks into her cunt, mouth, and ass. They’d fuck her ruthlessly, ride her without mercy, pump her full of cum as they drank her blood in greedy swallows.

What the hell was taking them so long?

“All that sounds really good,” Julian purred in her ear, “but I hope you don’t mind if we indulge in a little foreplay first. I know you’ve been waiting twenty-five years, but some things should not be rushed.”

Strong fingers caught one hard nipple and began to delicately twist. Pleasure radiated from the tormented point, and she writhed in the rope harness, gasping at the intensity of the sensation.