Pleasure Bound - Complete (67 page)

“So help me God, if you touch me again, I will wrap this around your neck and choke you to death,” she screamed at him.

Blackie smiled.

“Such fire in your warrior woman. Jarod, I accept your challenge.”

“Dammit Blackie! If you touch her—”

“She won’t be harmed. We still honor challenges in Death Valley.”

He produced a key and warily watched Piper as he slid it into the lock that held the chain to the loop. The instant the lock clicked open, Piper made a dash for the open flap.

Jarod urged her on.

But Piper was no match for the muscular Blackie. Quickly grabbing her by the waist, he swung her back inside as if she was a mere puppet.

He grinned widely as he pulled her close to his tall frame and gazed down at Jarod, his dark brown, almost black, eyes smoldered with lusty anger.

“When you are feeling better, you will be taken to the council. In the meantime, she will be prepared for what happens after the challenge.”

Before Jarod could protest again, Blackie hauled Piper out of the hide house.

* * * * *

Furious with the man called Blackie, Piper kicked at his shins with her feet as hard as she could.

To her surprise, he didn’t even flinch.

“Quit manhandling me, you rude son of a bitch!”

Men, most of them naked, watched hungrily as Blackie pulled her down the night-darkened streets. The men whistled and catcalled. Thankfully, none made a move to touch her.

The brute hauled her into a large hide house. Inside, it was warm and smoky, and dimly lit by candles flickering in various sconces set about the room’s walls. A beautiful blonde-haired woman stood quickly from a smoldering fire pit where she’d been stirring something in a cast iron pot. She looked to be around Piper’s age. She was very tall with pretty blue eyes. Her hair parted to the side, straight and long, all the way down to her waist.

And she was naked.

What else was new around here?

Her body was very well-muscled and toned with an hourglass figure Piper would absolutely die for along with very large breasts and a shaven pussy.

“Gemile, prepare her,” Blackie shouted at the woman.

Piper could tell Blackie was angry. Could feel the tenseness in his rock-hard body as he’d held her close to him while he’d spoken to Jarod. Obviously, Jarod’s challenge had him worried.

Very worried.

Without warning, he grabbed her by the chin and held her head steady as he whispered coldly, “You do as they tell you or they will be punished. And you right along with them.”

He let her go and handed her chain to the woman. Piper was about to tell him exactly where he could go with his stupid punishment when he turned and stomped out without a backward glance.

“Charming fellow, isn’t he?” Piper grumbled, as Gemile yanked on her chain and led Piper through another door.

She gasped in shock.

Cages lined one of the walls. To her horror, some of them contained women.

Naked women, all of them quite beautiful and well-toned. They sat hunched quietly in their individual cages and watched warily as Piper was paraded past them.

She was pushed through yet another open doorway into a smaller room.

Before she knew what was happening, another woman, a very tall brunette with two odd-looking chignons plopped on each side of her head making her look like Princess Leia in the old classic
Star Wars
movie, grabbed her by her wrists and led her over to a large, wooden steaming bathtub set in the middle of the room.

“Women do not wear clothing in Death Valley. These clothing must be off your body. We will strip you down,” Gemile said quietly.

“Like hell!”

“She appears frightened,” the other one holding her wrists said. This woman was also beautiful, with pretty brown eyes, a dusting of freckles over her nose and a cute cupid’s arrow mouth. She was tall and just as toned as Gemile.

And just as naked.

Good grief, it must be nice to feel so free with one’s sexuality as these two appeared to be.

“Who says I’m scared?” she said defiantly.

She was scared, just a little. Ticked off was more like it, though. It wasn’t every day she was led around by a chain and collar as if she was a slave. She could put up with a lot of stuff, but giving up her independence wasn’t one of them.

“Hold tight to her, Lena. She appears to not want to be here.”

Gemile made a move to tug down Piper’s flimsy thong, when she stepped on the woman’s toes. Hard enough to get her to yelp in pain.

“Lay a hand on me and you both die.”

Gemile frowned, and darned if she didn’t have tears brewing in her eyes.

“Please do not make this difficult for us. Blackie said I must prepare you. This means a bath. Please do participate, or we will all be whipped.” The sincerity in the blonde’s voice made Piper roll her eyes and feel like a heel.

Blackie had warned her she better do as they said. The last thing she needed was for them to call him in here, and for him to realize she wasn’t wearing that sexy scar he’d seen on Kinley.

“Fine, strip me, then.”

They moved quickly and efficiently. Within a minute, she stood before them totally nude.

God! Was this embarrassing or what?

They said nothing as the two of them ushered her into the tub.

The tub was filled almost to the rim and the water was ultra-warm, floating full of lilac-smelling bubbles.

Pushing her into a seated position they proceeded to bathe her.

Intimately, she might add.

Using soap that smelled the same as the lilac bubbles, they washed her hair and ran their hands all over her body, including her breasts.

Cleaning her thoroughly from behind her ears right down to the tips of her toes. When they made her stand and she thought they were finished, they attacked the area between her thighs.

Their fingers caressed her pussy, sliding erotically against her clit, sinking into her vagina, and rubbing her labia so sensually, Piper had to bite her bottom lip to keep from moaning and giving away her enjoyment. She was still a little sore from Jarod’s hard plunges from when he’d made love to her last night, and the rawness of it along with these women’s gentle touches was turning her on hotter than a freaking furnace.

But when a finger slid into her anus, Piper figured it was time to protest.

“If you want to keep that finger, you will remove it right now,” she barked.

Giggles erupted from the two women.

“You will learn to appreciate a finger there and elsewhere,” Lena said coolly.

“The hell I will,” Piper answered, and tried to squirm away.

But Lena held her firm, pushing hard at the back of her head forcing her to bend over.

“Come on! This is ridiculous.”

“Keep calm, newcomer.” Gemile spat. “Or the finger will hurt and so will the rest of us if I cannot deliver a favorable report to Blackie.”

Piper swore softly as the delicate finger intruded into her ass again. Gemile’s gentle prodding made her breath catch as erotic sensations produced an odd pleasure-pain. She probably would have enjoyed it a heck of a lot more if she was at ease with sex like her sisters Kayla and Kinley were.

“Is she an anal virgin, Gemile?”

“Yes,” came Gemile’s reply. “Very tight indeed. Apparently, Jarod has not taken her there.”

Damn bitches! Piper’s face flamed as the woman’s finger finally left her.

“The Death Valley Boys will be pleased. Perhaps they will leave us alone for a little while,” Lena muttered.

“I don’t want to be left alone,” Gemile replied. “I enjoy having sex with them, even if it is only anal most of the time.”

“That’s because the Breeders trained you so well, that’s all you are good for,” Lena chuckled.

“What the hell is this place anyway? What’s with the cages?” Piper asked, as she was led out of the tub and they began to towel-dry her.

“Surely you must know. This is Death Valley. It is where the sex slaves have hidden since the Slave Uprising over three years ago. These cages are where we women are housed when we aren’t required. It is the exact opposite of our world where we ruled. Here the males rule.”

Lena let go of her, and with a fluffy towel, Gemile attacked Piper’s breasts with such vigor she couldn’t help but respond. She could feel her nipples elongating, swelling and aching to be touched in a rougher manner.

“You react quickly to stimulation. That is in your favor. You will do well here,” she said.

“I won’t do well here because I’m not staying,” Piper snapped.

“Once the men take you, you will stay,” Gemile smiled knowingly. “They are very experienced at pleasuring a woman, but only if you comply.”

Are you chicks serious
?

“Comply, my ass.”

“You don’t have a choice; you belong to the Death Valley Boys now.”

“Sorry, but I belong to Jarod.”

Their hands stilled on Piper’s body.

“He has had you then. This is why you don’t wish another man.” Gemile whispered. “He is one of the most sensual sex slaves the women in Death Valley have ever encountered.”

Most sensual sex slave? That son of a bitch! How many of these women did he service while he was here?

“He didn’t leave Death Valley. He escaped,” Lena spat.

“But he’s back and perhaps we can have him again.”

“Listen, ladies, this has been fun. Not. So, if you don’t mind handing me my clothes, I’m outta here.”

Piper made a quick move toward her clothing. She wasn’t fast enough. Lena grabbed her arms yet again.

“We will give you a glimpse at what happens to a woman who doesn’t do what she is told,” Gemile spat, and headed to a nearby door Piper hadn’t noticed before.

She flung it open.

Piper gasped as she noticed a familiar red-haired woman standing bound and ball-gagged inside the closet. Her arms were up-stretched. Ropes coiled around her wrists and were looped around a horizontal pole near the ceiling. Her ankles were also secured with ropes to hooks in the floor.

It was the woman named Jasmine. The one she’d seen in the graveyard.

Piper swallowed at the red whip marks across the woman’s generous breasts.

Her red hair was a tangled mess. Her face flushed with apparent anger. Pain filled Jasmine’s round gray eyes, yet she stared defiantly at all of them.

“Worse will happen to you if you misbehave,” Gemile cooed into Piper’s ear.

“What…did she do?”

“She was caught masturbating after the Boys had taken her in the cemetery. Masturbating is not permitted. This is her punishment.”

“Oh, come on! Is this really necessary?” Piper protested.

Gemile chuckled, “She’ll think twice before she masturbates again.”

“Maybe these Death Valley Boys don’t please a woman as much as you brag if she has to resort to masturbating.”

She didn’t miss Jasmine’s eyes twinkle with amusement at Piper’s remark.

“If you are Jarod’s woman, you won’t be for long,” Gemile growled. “The Death Valley Boys take any woman they want. No matter who she belongs to. They all share their women.”

Piper swallowed at her suddenly dry throat as they dragged her into yet another room.

Two empty cages with black metal bars as thick as Piper’s wrists stood side by side of each other and took up most of the cool candlelit room.

Each cage was at least seven-foot high and eight-foot-by-eight-foot wide with a cot complete with lumpy mattress and a pail on the floor.

One of the woman yanked open the creaking door to the nearest cage, and before Piper knew what was happening, they’d secured her chain to a hoop, snapped the padlock closed and pushed her roughly inside.

The door crashed shut behind her.

Her stomach plummeted at the squeaky grinding of the key in the lock. A quick glance around at the bars, and she knew there was no way she could escape this cage.

“The quicker you participate with the Death Valley Boys, the easier life will be for you,” Gemile growled.

She grabbed the other woman by the arm and led her out of the room.

Piper should be freaking-out locked up in here with this irritating collar wrapped around her neck. She should be yelling and screaming, and demanding to be let out of here.

Strangely enough though, the only thing she could concentrate on at the moment was Jarod, and hoping his strength would come back quickly so they could get the hell out of here.

Piper shook her head in dismay.

What in the world was wrong with her anyway?

Her sisters were missing. She was on a mission to search for her brothers.

And all she could think about was some stranger. A hunky one-eyed man whose body and cock were riddled with scars. A sexy man who’d fucked her, quite beautifully she might add, against a tree under the moon glow on a godforsaken planet millions of miles from home.