Heroes At Heart: Captive Heroes Part 18

In his training, he was not permitted to kiss without being told. He hadn't been permitted to do anything unless instructed by a female. For the longest time this had been the norm-only acceptable to do whatever a female instructed him to do.

The times he was taken to Brothel Town and his leg chained so he could not leave, it was normal to spend days servicing the females who came to the room. Because he was never allowed a dominant s.e.xual position upon a female, he never dared.

The dark fantasies were there though. Deep in the back of his mind, he dreamed of taking a female from behind while she bent over.

When he had seen her standing in the river days ago, her back to him, her body tight with tension and arousal due to being affected by the swamp water, his self-control had disintegrated.

There were other fantasies too. Ones he wished to experience with her. His c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s grew harder beneath the blankets. Very hard.

"Do you think we'll be safe here?" she whispered, breaking his gaze and pulling away. She'd given him the entire contents of the bowl and he was very sleepy.

"The rain will wash away any tracks," he muttered.

His eyelids grew heavier as she opened the door and placed the dish and spoon outside. The rain was coming down in silvery sheets and confidence poured through him as he remembered how he and Jarod had spent days collecting rocks as a solid base for this shelter. The building would stay dry even if they received a month of steady rain.

"I mean, does anyone else know about this place besides you?"

"Only Jarod. He is a good friend. Trustworthy."

She nodded, but something still troubled her.

"What is it?"

"Never mind, it's nothing."

The sleepiness clawed at him, begging him to succ.u.mb. He fought it, but his efforts did not work.

"Do not worry, my female...I will protect...you...with my...life."

His eyes fluttered shut and before he drifted into peaceful black, she whispered she would protect him with her life also.

Do not be silly, Taylor. Females do not care enough about slaves to put their lives on the line for them.

Despite that fact, Taylor couldn't stop the warm giddiness seeping through him as he envisioned his luscious, curvy Kayla battling an army of women who wanted to kill him.

There were signs of restlessness in Taylor as they remained cooped up in the one-room cabin. He was potent. Dangerous. s.e.xy. Male. Those were the words she would use.

He would lie awake in his cot, following her every move. She liked the way his eyes were full of desire. Those scorching looks made her all hot and tingly. Despite all that bulls.h.i.t about her drinking the Fever Swamp water, she really was attracted to him.

Since holding her chin and seductively running his thumb over her mouth the other day, he hadn't so much as touched her. But his gaze teased her every nerve, keeping her senses alive and alert.

At night-like now-when he slept deeply, she watched him. He was a very sensual man. His eyes showed desire freely when he was awake, but when he slept his c.o.c.k would twitch and grow beneath the blankets. Sometimes during his dreams he would toss until the blankets fell low over his hips, giving her shadowy glimpses of his a.s.sets.

She would fan herself and lie awake in bed, hot and bothered, her skin sensitive and needing his touch. She wished the storms would stop so she could steal away and m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e through the powerful arousal tormenting her.

Oh G.o.d, but he was big and handsome and s.e.xy. Every time she looked at him, blood pounded into her c.l.i.t and she ached to have him touching her there. Oh yes, the nights were torture, but the days were worse.

During the days he would follow her with that knowing gaze. She ached between her thighs. Ached for him to fill her. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were swollen and surely he must have noticed how hard and pebbled her nipples were beneath her gauzy top, because she had a hard time keeping those nipples from poking against the material.

She wanted him to take her. Her body was primed and ready, but he didn't do anything.

Perhaps she should initiate the first move? But she didn't dare. Maybe he didn't want her despite his need for s.e.x. Maybe he dreamed of other women at night when he tossed and turned. Or maybe he just wasn't ready. Maybe it was too early. He might rip open the sutures.

Kayla stared up at the spiders-what few she'd left on the ceiling. They barely moved. Just clung to their webs, waiting for a fly to get caught.

Isn't that what Taylor was doing to her? Just lying in his cot, waiting for her to get so hot and bothered she would entangle herself in the web his fiery looks created?

G.o.d, she ached for him.

Normally she didn't see the spiders up there during the night, except when a flash of lightning lit up the interior. But outside it wasn't lightning anymore and rain didn't crash on the roof. Moonlight shone through the windows and then the room darkened again. Everything was quiet. Even the thunder had stopped.

She sat up on a soft whimper, ready for some s.e.xual release. Masturbating would help get her relaxed and put her to sleep.

Padding quietly to the fireplace, she tossed a couple of pieces of wood onto the coals. Despite the nights being warm, she kept a fire going in order to get rid of the dampness the rain had created. And boy was she ever damp between her thighs. Now that the latest storm seemed to have slipped into an interlude, her need for release drove her quickly outdoors.

Warm air breathed against her and wet gra.s.s wrapped around her legs. Closing the door quietly, she allowed her eyes to become accustomed to the night. The moon appeared from behind some gray clouds and stars twinkled brightly like diamonds on a black, velvet blanket.

The air smelled sweet and fresh and, moments later, she waded into the river. The current was rough due to the rain, spilling and splashing against her legs as she stepped into the cool depths.

Slowly and with great antic.i.p.ation for what she would be doing next, she removed her skirt and blouse, tossing the garments onto the dark riverbank, and then turned and waded deeper.

When the water wrapped around her thighs, Kayla sighed. Lifting her hands, she moaned as she cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. They were swollen and tender and the moonlight illuminated her creamy curves. They looked so beautiful and erotic, her areolas and nipples dark against her light flesh.

With her thumbs, she brushed the tips of her nipples with feather-like touches and moaned out loud at the intense, s.e.xual heat searing into her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She pushed her mounds together and bent her head, licking her hot nipples before pulling away and tweaking them.

Her entire body hummed, pulsed with heat and a longing she doubted she'd ever had before. She wished for Taylor. Wanted him here with her, like the last time she'd been in the river and he'd taken her.

Letting go of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she spread her legs and ran her hands up along the insides of her thighs. Perspiration blossomed over her skin as she slowly slid her fingers toward her swollen, aching c.l.i.t.

She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out as she swept a finger between her puffy l.a.b.i.a and rubbed herself. The need to climax grew and impatience zipped through her.

She rubbed harder, occasionally dipping into her wet v.a.g.i.n.a for lube and then moving back over her c.l.i.toris, rubbing faster and faster. Her body grew tighter, tenser. Her thighs shuddered and Kayla ma.s.saged faster, fighting to reach the release she so desperately needed. It drew nearer, something strong and powerful.

Thrusting her fingers inside her p.u.s.s.y, she cried out as the o.r.g.a.s.m pierced through her like an explosion. Her hips jerked, her body shivered and the sensual need unraveled deep inside her core.

Taylor was glad she didn't see him. She was a fantastic sight. Her curvy, naked body bathed in the moonlight. Wide hips, thin waist, curvy a.s.s and the water splashing like silver jewels between her legs as she pleasured herself. Her creamy b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounced and her hips gyrated in a wild rhythm.

His breath erupted in rough gasps. Spasms licked his swollen c.o.c.k as he stroked himself. The intensity of his erection gripped him instantly and, while she m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed, he groaned. He stroked himself harder, faster, the shudders overwhelming him, sweeping him toward the satisfaction he'd been craving for days.

He squeezed and pulled at his tender s.c.r.o.t.u.m, stroked and ma.s.saged his c.o.c.k, fantasizing about when he'd taken her from behind in the river. He ma.s.saged harder, imagining himself pushing his engorged c.o.c.k into her tight p.u.s.s.y, listening to her gasps as she climaxed.

Her erotic moans made him convulse.

Tension increased, spearing through him like erotic swords, snapping along his c.o.c.k until he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed harshly upon the sandy ground, spurting and hissing as the o.r.g.a.s.m took him and swept him into the dark l.u.s.t he enjoyed so much.

He breathed harshly as he stumbled though the tall gra.s.s and let himself back into the cabin. Tossing one of the hair blankets over his torso, he feigned sleep, his c.o.c.k hardening already as he waited for her return.

In another day, maybe two, he would be ready. He fought to control his breathing. It looked as if the stormy season had run into a lull. When she returned and fell asleep, he would venture outdoors to get what he needed.

Then he would begin to put the plan of one of his darkest fantasies in motion.

Taylor smiled and closed his eyes.

Chapter Ten.

The Statue of Liberty? Shock at seeing the Lady coursed through Kinley and she couldn't help but sink to her knees in front of the statue.

Okay, things were happening way too quickly. First she'd f.u.c.ked Blackie up against a pole in that wigwam shelter those blonde b.i.t.c.hes had escorted her to. Then he'd managed to undo his bindings and they'd continued their frenzied f.u.c.king on those furs until they were both spent. She would have continued, but he'd obviously had other plans. While she lay there on the fur bed, languishing in the after-s.e.x pleasure, he'd quickly outfitted her with a ball gag.

After allowing her to dress, he'd bound her wrists with some leather rope he'd found in the shelter and, upon digging up a sharp stone from the dirt floor, he'd sliced the back of the shelter, fastened another piece of rope between her tied wrists and dragged her through the opening.

And then they had run.

They ran the entire night, with brief respites where Blackie would bind her to a tree and f.u.c.k her so sensually she came several times each session. Then while leaving her secured to the tree, he would double back and cover their trail before returning to lead her through the jungle once again.

Early this morning they were greeted by the ominous rumble of thunder. Actually it had been echoing somewhere far off for several days, but now the thunder had drawn closer. It moaned nonstop, hence the urgency to find shelter to wait out the storm. The early morning skies were gunmetal gray and brief flashes of lightning zipped along the billowing clouds.

The lightning made her uneasy. Reminded her of the flashes of light she'd started getting over the last couple of hours, following a vague recall of those two women she'd been with in the swamp. She remembered blazing fire on water and black smoke and swimming. Always the same stuff. Something else made her uneasy, and deja vu splashed through her as she gazed upon the derelict Statue of Liberty Blackie had brought her to. He'd said they would need shelter and there was a place nearby to stay.

As she stared up at the Lady, she knew she'd been to the Statue of Liberty before, visiting on several occasions. This monument looked the same in silhouette, yet very different in age.

This figure looked so old. Deteriorated. G.o.d, what had happened? Where the h.e.l.l was she? Had the Earth gone through some catastrophic transformation? Is that why she'd lost her memory?

"Come. The shelter is on the other side of the G.o.ddess of Freedom," Blackie instructed as he waved to a black opening that appeared to be the door inside the base of the structure.

She wasn't sure she wanted to go inside, because this was just not possible. This Statue of Liberty was not the one she'd visited before. Kinley had to be somewhere else. That idea did seem familiar. Yes, she had to be somewhere else.

Blackie had called this statue the G.o.ddess of Freedom, for crying out loud. Maybe she was in another country? Maybe she should run away from here?

For the first time since escaping the Yellow Hairs, he'd left her untethered. She remained on her knees, her wrists still bound, her heart thundering in her ears as Blackie stepped into the dark opening and disappeared. Obviously he expected her to follow. A moment later he reappeared, a frown marring his face, a lit torch in his hand.

"Come." He waved her over.

Yep, she had definitely been dumped down an Alice in Wonderland rabbit hole. Reluctantly she got to her feet and followed him. Not because he ordered it, but because she needed to find out what was going on. More flashes of memory slammed into her as she stepped inside the empty base of the statue.

This time the flashbacks didn't frighten her. They made her feel safe and happy. She'd been here with people she loved. But who? The flashes turned into faces in front of her eyes. Fragments. Like a puzzle. Two other women. Young women. Teenagers. One tall. One pet.i.te, like herself. They were the women she'd been with in that swamp, only younger.

Who were they? They had names. Names she needed to remember. One was Piper and the other?

Anxiety gripped her as she tried to remember, but she winced as a slow, dull throb built behind her eyes. The pain increased the farther they walked inside the base. Cold, damp air slapped against her and she couldn't help but shiver. What she wouldn't give to be back in that cave beside the warm fire, Blackie's hands ma.s.saging her flesh with that ointment.

Abruptly he stopped and Kinley crashed into him. She would have fallen had he not grabbed her elbows and steadied her.

In the yellow glow of torchlight, he studied her. His black eyes caressed her face, lingering on her mouth. Her teeth chattered from the cold.

"I can take you right here, up against this wall. It will warm you."

Oh my gosh! She almost came back with, "No thanks, I've got a headache," but thought better of it. He'd probably suggest f.u.c.king her would be the cure.

Yes, she'd love for him to f.u.c.k her right here, right now. Relive the frenzied coupling of last night and the times he'd frantically f.u.c.ked her up against the trees. But the s.e.x would just be s.e.x, because he'd been infected with Pa.s.sion Poison. He couldn't help himself. He'd already entered Phase Two.

Renewed energy. Pale glow to his skin. Sweating, panting. Soon he'd be hungry. Then, according to those virgins, he would enter Phase Three where a man acted out his secret s.e.xual fantasies. What would his be?

"I'm fine. Let's just find a place where it's warmer."

To her surprise, he nodded.

"This way," he said gruffly and guided her through a partially open, rusted metal door that brought them out the back of the Lady. Above them, the skies were even darker with the threat of rain and he urged her to walk faster.

Tangled weeds wrapped around her feet and frustration gripped her as she stumbled several times. Ahead of them lay a sandy beach off in the distance and a shimmering blue ocean where seagulls swooped downward.

He ushered her down a steep hill into a lush green valley filled with tall, black, gnarled trees that towered sixty feet or more into the air.

Forget the Alice in Wonderland scenario. You've definitely landed in Oz.

She'd landed in an Oz world where the Statue of Liberty had totally aged. Maybe she was dreaming? Or in a coma due to her head injury and she was fantasizing all of this?

Kinley rolled her eyes. Yeah right. And she'd dreamed up this hot, dangerous hunk who liked to tie her up because she had a bondage fetish?

She shook her head and suppressed a laugh. Wouldn't that go over well with the family? Anxiety swept through her. Family? She had a family? Her heart picked up speed and she tried to think, but frustration once again hit her as her mind went blank where family was concerned.

One moment she was following Blackie like a dutiful s.e.x slave, the next she was standing beside him, staring at a s.p.a.ceship wrapped in a tangle of trees and weeds.

Brown moss clung to its rusty metal parts and trees grew out from between several broken pieces. It had been here for quite some time. From the debris spread here and there, the impact had been brutal enough to shatter the ship like a cracked egg, but not too bad as the crash had left most of it intact.

Get out of here. This is so not happening.

She shook her head and her gut hollowed out in a really not-so-nice way as she blinked at the s.p.a.ceship.

A busted s.p.a.ceship? Near the Statue of Liberty? Near the ocean? Sure thing, dude.

She couldn't think of a thing to say to Blackie as he peered at it, so she kept her mouth closed as her mind threatened to shut down.

"We will take shelter in here," he said softly and pointed to the largest part of the ship. It lay at an awkward angle against a small cliff.

Kinley swallowed as another bout of unease slashed against her. Instead of flashes, screams screeched inside her head. Acrid smoke billowed and then, just like that, the screams and smoke vanished, leaving her weak and disoriented.

Jesus! What in the world was happening to her?