Pleasure Bound - Complete (39 page)

Chapter Six

After following the stream to the rivers and then finally onto land, Virgin moved quickly. Overhead thunder growled with a menacing sound. The sun had disappeared behind the furious looking clouds and everything looked drab and bleak.

She felt the same way.

Her gut crunched with guilt and pain at what she had decided to do. When she finally spied the gray stone prison in the gloom of the oncoming storm, she almost turned around.

Almost walked away.

Almost gave up on the idea of betraying Buck Hero.

Then she spotted the guard standing at the door of the building and knew she had no other choice but to go through with her plan.

Crouching low, she inhaled a shuddering breath praying her courage would last.

Reaching behind her shoulder, she loosened an arrow from her quiver and placed it against her bowstring. Pulling the arrow back, Virgin aimed it at the guard’s heart.

“I’ve come to see the prison warden!” she shouted from her hiding place.

The guard stiffened. Her hand slid quickly to the disintegration gun she wore at her right hip.

Virgin lifted the bow slightly and let loose an arrow.

It whizzed through the air and slammed hard into the bark of a nearby tree.

The guard stiffened the instant she realized she was in danger.

“Who speaks?” The guard called out.

“Virgin!”

The guard’s lips curled into a wicked sneer that made Virgin inhale a frightened breath.

“So you’ve missed us, have you?” The guard taunted.

“I’ve come to see the prison warden. Bring her out. I have a deal to make with her.”

“The warden makes no deals with escaped convicts.”

“She will with this one. Go fetch her. Tell her I’ll make it worth her while.” The guard nodded and quickly disappeared inside the prison.

Tears rippled into Virgin’s eyes as she waited. This wasn’t at all how she’d planned on feeling.

She should be happy at being so close to ending her torment. Instead, she was crying like a baby.

Not even a minute passed when the door to the prison opened. To Virgin’s uneasiness Cath the newly self-proclaimed Queen stepped outside.

Damn! She’d hoped Cath would have given up her prison warden status by now. Obviously she was still taking care of affairs here at the prison.

Once again Virgin almost backed out of the plan.

Cath was a woman she couldn’t trust. But Virgin had come so far. She was so close to victory she could taste it. There was no other choice but to deal with Cath.

“Must be something very important to bring you back here, Virgin?” Cath shouted.

“I’m here to make a deal.”

“I don’t make deals with escaped convicts, Virgin. You should know better than that.”

“I’ve got one of those talking males you’ve been looking for.”

Cath tried hard not to show it, but Virgin could see she was visibly shaken.

“Have I gotten your attention?”

Cath nodded and said softly, “State your terms, Virgin. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

* * * * *

Virgin stumbled through the stream as cool rain poured over her heated body.

The sky was pitch gray and the howling wind blew her blonde hair into her eyes, eyes that blurred with tears of confusion.

She’d put her plan into motion. Told the prison warden about Buck.

But she’d stopped short of telling her where the male was. He still needed to be cured and she wanted to be the one who did the rest of the curing.

When he was well she would put the rest of her plan into action.

Until then she’d warned the prison warden not to follow her or the deal would be off. Instinctively Virgin knew the warden would do as she’d asked.  Cath wanted the well-hung males too badly to try any tricks.

An arrow of guilt ripped up Virgin’s spine at what Cath would do to Buck. She’d strap him to the impregnating machines. Use his sperm to impregnate the female prisoners. Most likely program the sophisticated machine to pick only the sperms that contained the DNA for creating well hung males.

Cath would be rich and she would put The Breeders, who were the only ones at the moment supplying the area with males, out of business.

Unfortunately this time Virgin wouldn’t be around with her secret remedies to stop the prison women from getting pregnant. But at least she would be free to go wherever she wanted.

That idea however wasn’t as sweet as it once had been.

In the gloom of the storm she missed the shelter and had to track back over a half an hour.

The creak of the door hinges as she entered the shelter was dampened as a roar of thunder chased her quickly inside.

Rain drummed on the roof like a thousand fists and the wind shrieked against the tiny windows. She was relieved she was back here safe and sound and very glad to have the male warming her bed.

“Where were you?”

She smiled as the male’s warm voice curled out of the dusky corner where she’d left him.

“I went out for a walk.” Virgin explained as she padded closer to him trying to figure out why suddenly the hairs on the back of her wet neck were bristling with warning. Something seemed different. She couldn’t figure out if it was something with the male or something in the shelter but something seemed out of place.

“That was one hell of a long walk,” he chuckled.

Excitement heated her chilled body the instant she saw his eyes ablaze with arousal. However they weren’t as bright as they’d once been which meant fucking him was working against the passion poison. He was well onto his way to being cured. But she still had some work to do.

“I wanted to let you sleep,” she explained as she approached his magnificent body tangled in the sheets.

Quickly she flung the cover away revealing his nakedness to her. His perfectly shaped balls looked hard and near to bursting and his swollen vein-riddled cock jerked wonderfully beneath her appreciative gaze.

“How about you getting out of those wet clothes and letting me loose so we can pick up where we left off?”

His soft-spoken words drove away her uneasiness. She trembled with the familiar craving to have him furiously fucking her. It was the only time she didn’t think about betraying him. The only time she didn’t have to face reality.

She shook off the quiver of arrows from her shoulder and removed her knife and scabbard strapped to her leg. Slipping her soaked clothing from her body she quickly worked the ropes that had secured him to the bed.

“You must have been pulling at these binds quite a bit, they seem looser,” she said.

He didn’t say anything and the instant he was free, he pulled her down until she laid full length on the narrow bed beside him. She snuggled against his hard lean body grateful for the intense heat splashing off him and curling against her damp skin. The familiar primitive cravings of his engorged cock sliding into the aching emptiness between her legs erupted like an inferno.

“Have I told you how much I’m attracted to you? How much I’d really like to get to know you?”

Virgin closed her eyes to blind herself from the naked truth lying in his words. She didn’t deserve his kindness or his sexual pleasure. And she certainly didn’t deserve his trust. Not after what she’d just agreed to with the prison warden.

Propping his head on an elbow he gazed at her as his fingers brushed away the wisps of rain-soaked hair plastered against her cheeks.

“I’d like that too,” she whispered, getting sucked into his fantasy, a fantasy that would never come true.

“You mentioned earlier that you’d had sexual relations but without a male. I was your first then?”

Her eyes snapped open at that question and she came face to face with an odd look brewing in his eyes. If she didn’t know any better she’d say he was angry with her. Angry that he’d been her first? Or was it something else?

Outside, another snap of thunder crashed and she moved closer against Buck’s hot body.

“You afraid of storms?” he asked softly. There was no sign of the earlier anger in his voice, only concern.

“I’ve never really been before.”

“What’s different now? Why are you so nervous?”

“I guess I’m just tired,” she lied.

“Too much walking.”

She nodded.

“You didn’t answer my question about me being your first male.”

“Yes you are my first male.”

His breath blew hot against her neck and she discovered his body melting against hers. How interesting that her answer relaxed in to such a degree.

“It’s important that you are my first. Why?”

“I was just curious.”

“Just curious?”

“Okay, so I wondered how I rated in the sex department.”

Virgin smiled against the curve of his shoulder. The male wanted to know if he was any good sexually. Competition was a healthy reaction in males. She’d often watched the competitions in the Brothel Town when several eager males were instructed to lie down on the ground and the women would impale themselves on their stiff rods, each trying to make their own male reach an orgasm first in order to win the contest.

“So? How was I?” His hot hand slid along her naked stomach and dipped seductively into her navel where he massaged in tiny erotic circles.

“Not bad,” she gasped as arrows of fire streaked from her belly button straight into her womb.

Goddess! She hadn’t known her belly button was such an amazing sex tool.

“Just not bad?”

“It’s better than not good,” she teased.

He was silent for a moment and then the long finger dipped out of her belly button and slid a trail of erotic fire over her abdomen. Her lower belly blazed and clenched beneath his hot touch.

His middle finger slipped between her eager thighs.

Liquid heat flared and immediately pooled there. She could hear the slurpy sounds as he slid between her plump labia lips and rubbed her slippery lust-engorged woman pearl.

Her breaths grew shallow and her body trembled wonderfully beneath his delicate touch.

“Is that better than not bad?” he growled against her ear.

She nodded eagerly wanting more.

“I missed you when you were gone,” he said. “I woke up a couple of times and it felt rotten not having you lying beside me. Not being able to reach out and gather you into my arms.”

Goddess! She wished he would stop talking. She wanted his throbbing cock inside her. She didn’t want to hear that’d he’d missed her. Didn’t want to remember that she’d missed him too while she’d been setting her plans to betray him.

The finger sliding up and down her pleasure pearl increased in pressure and speed. Virgin could feel her muscles begin to tighten. Could feel the incredibly beautiful sensations swell inside the pit of her womb.

“You like it when I touch you, don’t you?” he whispered against her ear.

“You have to ask?”

“I was just wondering since you said I wasn’t bad in the sex department.”

“Oh for goddess sake!” Virgin gasped. “You do an excellent servicing job.”

“Servicing job?” Amusement etched his voice, but she had no more patience for his insecurities.

Locking her legs together she trapped his fingers between her thighs and rode his hand, her hips frantically swiveling as she created much needed friction. Her brain short-circuited with a sudden burst of pleasure.

“I’ve never felt this…sexually attracted to a woman in my entire life,” he continued slowly as if quite unaware she was climaxing.

“I know it could be the passion poison clouding my mind but I’d like to think there’s more going on between us than just sex-.“

Sweet Goddess! Did this male ever shut up?

“Later,” she managed to croak and grabbed his strong shoulders. “I want you inside of me, Buck. Now!”

He slid two long fingers deep inside her pussy. She just about came up off the bed at the way his fingers wiggled seductively inside her. His thumb took over the seduction of her pleasure nub. It slid back and forth over her swollen quivering flesh and the wetness of her arousal was slick against the inside of her thighs.

Her body shook as waves of contractions ripped her body apart. Intense pleasure gripped her and she shuddered against the beautiful shards.

“Buck,” she managed to plead, wanting his cock not his fingers deep inside of her.

Suddenly his fingers were gone and he was coming over her. His large body moving between her trembling wide spread legs.

He came down on her, his heavy body grinding her hips into the corn mattress, his thick hot spear plunging quickly into her climaxing vagina.

Virgin cried out at the intense way her pussy muscles grabbed onto his rod. Her arms flew around his hard hips, her hands roughly cupping his steel chunks of ass cheeks as she tried to pull him in deeper.