Pleasure Bound - Complete (44 page)

Virgin tensed at Cath’s words.

A low growl sifted past the ball gag in Jarod’s mouth.

“Quiet, slave!” Cath snapped at Jarod, and then returned her gaze to Virgin’s bared breasts.

“What’s in it for me?” Virgin asked as she tried to keep her voice from shaking with anger and disgust.

“Lots of pleasure and I’ll let you see your twin whenever you wish.”

Virgin glanced at Jarod who stared back at her with his icy-cold eye, his head shaking a warning.

“I’ll do what you want, if you set Jarod free.”

“How noble of you, dear. There is no negotiating. He stays.”

“Then I won’t do anything you want.”

Without warning Cath’s hand lashed out and grabbed Virgin by her hair. Pain seared into her head as she was tugged forward until her face was only inches from Cath’s.

“You are in no position to bargain, Virgin. Let me put it another way. You will accept my terms or your twin dies.”

Virgin bit back a violent curse as Cath let go of her hair and stood.

“Take him back to his cell. Prepare him for me.”

Virgin’s heart sunk as lusty giggles erupted from the guards. The chains holding Jarod hostage clanked through the cell as he was quickly ushered out.

Cath stopped at the doorway. Without turning, she said coldly, “You will do as I say, Virgin, or your twin dies. For real this time.”

* * * * *

After they’d taken Jarod away, a guard had come and administered a Quick Healing Injection to Virgin.

The drug worked quickly, easing the pain from the arrow wound allowing her to stand and frantically pace the cold, damp cell.

Goddess of Freedom! She couldn’t believe Jarod was alive!

But he’d endured so much. Suffered as all male sex slaves suffered. And he would continue to go through hell for the rest of his life.

Unless, she did something to help him.

And she would do something, even if she had to sacrifice herself. 

Chapter Ten

“You’re a natural father.” Ben chuckled as he slapped Buck heavily on his back jolting the sleeping babe Buck rocked snugly in his arms.

Buck swore quietly as the baby’s rosebud lips pursed at the rude intrusion. Thankfully the kid didn’t wake up.

“Cripes, don’t do that! I just got the kid to sleep,” he hissed beneath his breath.

“My apologies, papa.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not? You like Virgin. And the kid comes with the great looking package.”

“She’s not a package.”

“Testy, aren’t we?” Ben grinned.

“If you want to carry on a conversation with yourself, go over there where we can’t hear you.”

“I. I. Papa.” Ben saluted and quickly scooted out of the way before Buck’s foot could connect solidly to his shin.

Sometimes his brother could be a son of a bitch, Buck thought as a few minutes later he lowered his precious cargo into the makeshift basket he’d made using twigs from nearby trees and lined with a soft blanket.

“Where the hell is Joe with that ammo, anyway?” Buck growled as a moment later he joined Ben on the log in the middle of their camp.

“Hey, take it easy,” Ben said. “He practically just left. He won’t be back till morning, if that.”

“I’m getting sick of sitting around with my fingers stuck up my ass doing nothing when the woman I-.“ Buck shut up before he said something he shouldn’t be saying, let alone be thinking.

“The woman you what?” Ben’s eyes flashed with humor in the twilight.

“Shut up.”

“You heard Joe before he left. Orders are to sit tight till he gets back with the ammo. And when Jacey and Annie come back they’ll tell us exactly where Virgin is. We’ll swoop in and grab her.”

“That’s it? That’s all you gotta say?”

“What the hell else do you expect? You want us two to go in defenseless? Besides we have a kid to babysit.”

Frustration ripped Buck’s guts apart as he thought of the baby. If he kept sitting here doing nothing the kid wouldn’t have a mother. He had to do something and he needed to do it now.

He stood and headed out of camp.

“Where are you going?”

“Gotta take a leak.” Buck lied. “Watch the kid, will you? I’ll be back in a minute.”

Buck slipped into the darkness and when he was far enough away from the camp, he broke into a run.

* * * * *

He was not in love with Virgin, he thought as two hours later he was still jogging. Repeat he was not in love with the gorgeous blonde.

Then why in hell was his heart dying at the mere thought of what might be happening to her? Why was he cursing a blue streak with each and every step that took him through the darkness towards God knew what?

He didn’t even know for sure where she was. He was walking blind because even the moon had deserted him behind a veil of clouds.

Damn!

He should be calming himself. Should stop walking toward that prison.

He wasn’t even sure that’s where they’d taken her.

But where else would they take a fugitive, right?

Buck cursed violently under his breath.

Why in hell had he left her behind? He should have given her the kid and let her go instead of him running off like some coward. He should have been more protective of her.

Truth was his judgment had been clouded. He’d still been silently fuming about her deception.

When Joe, Ben and those two women had found him in that storybook cottage, naked and tied up…

Man! He hadn’t been so embarrassed in his life. Well, actually he hadn’t been so embarrassed since Virgin had first sucked him off but that was beside the point.

Thankfully, upon his being discovered, his brothers had acted quickly in getting him out of those restraints. The women sure had been amused seeing him naked and tied up. His brothers had been happy to find him too. They’d come to the secret hideout to ask Virgin if she’d by any chance seen any sign of him and low and behold had found him happily being held captive.

He’d explained how he’d been infected with passion poison and shortly after that the women had left to catch up with Virgin.

While they’d been gone his brothers had teased him immensely as they’d attacked the watermelon.

What he wouldn’t do to have Virgin stuffed safely in that cottage with a fresh batch of cool watermelon for them to play with.

A smile zipped across his lips at that thought, but the joyful feeling was short-lived when he spotted the prison lights.

Upon reaching the outskirts of the prison yard, he crouched behind the trees.

The ugly building loomed against the night sky like something out of a gothic novel. It gave him the creeps.

Last time when Virgin had brought him here, he’d known she was deceiving him. Known about the baby.

The women had told him when they’d come back. In the storm they’d taken a shortcut from the prison to the storybook cottage in order to warn Buck and his brothers about the deal they’d overhead Virgin making with the prison warden.

Buck’s gut had crunched violently upon hearing that tidbit and he’d finally realized why she’d rescued him. Finally understood why she’d saved his life by fucking him for all those hours.

Upon hearing the news about being betrayed, his first impulse had been to abandon the shelter, leave Virgin on her own and simply forget about her. Unfortunately he hadn’t been able to do that. He’d understood why she’d done it.

He would have done the same thing for any one of his family members in similar circumstances.

Yet it brought him little relief to think she hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him about her child and that she would so easily have betrayed him.

And here he was ready to put his life on the line to save her.

Heck, maybe he was in love.

* * * * *

Virgin cringed at the sound of footsteps approaching the cozy room where the guards had put her after she’d sent her affirmative answer to Cath’s terms.

Oh Goddess of Freedom! Could she actually go through with this? Could she actually have sex with Cath?

Virgin closed her eyes and lay back on the fluffy bed to wait.

She had to go through with this. There were no other options. It was the only way to get close enough to her in order to get the stun-baton Cath always carried.

She’d felt the horrible sting of the stun-baton many times while in prison. But Cath had always had plenty of guards around her to prevent her victims from retaliating. Rumor had it Cath preferred not to have guards around while having sex. Virgin prayed that was still true.

The sour knot in her stomach twisted violently as a key grated in the lock.

A moment later the door swung inward and Virgin recoiled inwardly.

Cath stood in the doorway, wearing nothing more than a flimsy see-through veil similar to hers. It left little to her imagination.

Medium sized drooping breasts and red nipples poked against the material and a dark mass of hair appeared between her legs.

This time Cath wasn’t wearing her arm in a sling. Proof that she’d taken a Quick Healing Injection.

Virgin blew out a thankful breath when she spotted the stun baton and a disintegration gun in Cath’s hand.

“Did you have a bath and shave your pussy as I instructed?” Cath asked as she closed the door and strolled into the room.

Virgin forced a smile and nodded.

“I think I’m going to have quite a bit of fun with you, Virgin.” Cath cooed as she headed toward a closet in the far corner. Virgin had already tried to open it in an attempt to find a weapon, but it had been locked.

She knew what was inside. She’d heard the rumors about Cath being a Dom and that she harbored every sex toy imaginable. Also she loved to inflict pain on her lovers. Unfortunately Virgin wasn’t into pain and she sure wasn’t into wanting to have sex with Cath.

But she had to keep Jarod alive. And she would do anything to keep him that way. Just like she would have done anything to keep her baby and Buck safe.

Family always sticks together.

She remembered the proud way Buck had mentioned the word family.

At the thought of him, pain clutched at her heart.  She missed him terribly.

Yet if she could somehow get at Cath’s stun-baton she could break out of here, especially since Cath hadn’t tethered her in chains as was mandatory for all prisoners. That error might prove fatal for the prison-warden.

The guards had brought her to this fancy room with the big soft bed, fluffy white carpets and barred windows. Virgin hadn’t missed the metal cuffs and chains cemented into the far wall, or the breast torture machine and other torture devices littering the room.

She shivered with revulsion when Cath lifted a double-ended dildo from the closet and her stomach dropped in disappointment as Cath hung the stun-baton and a gun on a hook inside the closet and closed the door.

Oh sweet Goddess of Freedom! How in the world was she going to get out of here now?

Think Virgin! Think!

But her mind blanked as Cath drew closer to her with the dildo. It was huge, bigger than Buck’s shaft, if that were possible. She wondered how many other women had endured what Cath wanted to do to her.

“I can tell you like it. It must remind you of the talking man’s cock. I daresay I understand why you would want to keep him all to yourself,” Cath said as she gingerly placed the dildo on the pillow and gazed down at Virgin.

“Now, I want you to take off your veil,” she said softly.

Virgin cursed inwardly. It wasn’t as if Cath hadn’t seen her naked before. All women prisoners were required to wear no clothing while incarcerated.

But this time was different. This time she’d agreed to have sex with Cath.

Hesitantly her shaky fingers slipped to the collar of the flimsy garment that she’d discovered lain out on the fluffy bed.

“I want you to take it off slowly. Seductively.”

Virgin forced a tight smile and lifted the veil as slowly and seductively as she could under the circumstances.

When the flimsy garment was fully off her body, Cath inhaled a satisfied breath.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, Virgin. But I wanted to wait until after you gave birth. But then you escaped.”

She flinched as Cath’s hands reached out and her fingers probed the bullet wound in Virgin’s side.

“The Healing Injection works wonders doesn’t? In a couple of days there will be nothing left to show you’d been injured.”

Virgin closed her eyes as Cath cupped her breasts. The warden’s flesh felt cold and clammy as she tested the weight of her breasts, her thumbs caressing Virgin’s plump nipples.

“So soft, so velvety. So beautiful.” Cath licked her lips and Virgin swore she would scream if Cath decided to lower her mouth over her nipples.