Heroes At Heart: Captive Heroes Part 22

Until Kinley.

He craved for her to be penetrated by a machine such as the ones he had heard were in the female prisons. The type of machines that impregnated the female convicts. This one, though, would not impregnate. This one would cause her exquisite pleasure.

"I cannot hold myself back any longer," he said as he pulled her to his chest. He hoped she understood.

"This is your darkest fantasy?" she whispered as she gazed at the big machine, wide eyes full of curiosity.

"You sound surprised."

"I thought...well...something more dramatic. Maybe along the lines of a whipping or a.s.s paddling. But this...this is very nice."

More dramatic? Very nice? Blackie inhaled as she moved out of his embrace and walked toward the machine. His gaze zeroed in on the curvy cheeks of her a.s.s and the crack. His c.o.c.k throbbed as he envisioned what would soon come for her.

"This is where I sit?" she asked as she straddled the plush seat and grinned playfully up at him. The shreds of her dress dangled provocatively off her body and the erotic sight powered more heat through his already overexcited system.

He nodded. Did she even realize how s.e.xy she looked or how intensely he wanted her? From the way her pretty eyes glittered with excitement as she surveyed the metal structure, she might be in for a surprise where this machine was concerned.

His insides were bursting as he held back the l.u.s.t running through his veins, as if he were standing on a dam that was ready to explode. He would fall into the furious rapids, unable to control himself as he was swept away in the wild torrents of s.e.xual need. This fear of losing self-control frightened him, yet it also exhilarated him. It was the Pa.s.sion Poison raging through him. He should warn her she may be in trouble. But if he did, she would run. And he needed her like crazy. Needed to drown himself in the pleasure of her body. Of her.

She gazed with wonder at the poles that extended from the base of the machine. All of them had areas that would bend in order for him to move them into the required positions. There was a headrest, arm rests and foot rests, all with restraints. There were also several other poles that had vacuum suctions, probes and d.i.l.d.os.

He was surprised she wasn't frightened. He had thought she would be afraid of the monstrous machine and its various metal rods and erotic attachments, but she seemed eager to experience what he wanted to do to her.

A growl tore out of him as she squirmed on the seat. She was an exquisitely sensual creature. Adventurous in the ways of s.e.x. He liked that about her. Liked it a lot.

"Well, we may as well begin, Blackie," she whispered. The eroticism in her voice urged him to move. In moments he would have her totally at his mercy.

He could hardly wait.

Kinley couldn't stop trembling as Blackie crouched in front of her legs and the s.e.x machine he'd fashioned. She'd tried really hard not to be overly frightened of this huge contraption the moment she'd seen it. The metal arms had intimidated her, but when she'd seen those succulent-looking attachments a naughty fire flared inside her.

Truth was she was a bit frightened and, crazily enough, she was eager too. She'd never seen anything like this before or if she had, well, she sure couldn't recall.

He certainly did have one heck of a fantasy if this machine was any indication. Who knew something like this would turn him on? Or her, for that matter? But he was very turned-on.

The l.u.s.ty way he gazed at her when he'd ripped her dress right down the middle. What a barbarian! His aggressiveness had turned her on even more yet angered her at the same time. She'd carefully chosen that dress after sifting through the replicator menu for a long time. She thought he might like to slowly peel it off her body and be surprised and aroused as her chains were revealed beneath. But no, he'd gotten straight to the point.

Now he was getting straight to it with this naughty machine of his. She couldn't help but moan softly as his hot fingers wrapped around her right ankle. He lifted her bare foot off the plush rug and placed it into a foot stirrup. She creamed when he fastened her ankle in place with a restraint. He did the same to her other foot, securing it.

To her surprise, he leaned forward, his hot breath caressing the sole of her left foot. The touch of his stubbly cheek tickled her flesh in an erotic way. She caught her breath at the unexpected sultry tingles that shimmered through her as he opened his mouth and sucked her big toe between his warm, moist lips. His lips tightened and she inhaled sharply as he lashed the bottom of her toe with his bristly tongue. She panted at the sweet touches as he leisurely sucked, slowly bobbing his head, the same way she would if she were taking his c.o.c.k into her mouth.

Toe fetish?

She grinned and lay against the back and headrests, quickly getting comfortable as he continue sucking. One by one, his warm, firm lips made love to each of her other toes. The firm pressure of his sweet lips and gentle laps of his tongue as it wrapped around and between had her gasping in no time flat. By the time he'd finished with her second foot, excitement snapped through her like live wires and each of her toes tingled with exquisite tension.

Who knew that having her toes sucked so intimately could get her so aroused? Or him, for that matter? For he was quite excited. He lifted his head and stared at her with heavy-lidded eyes. His lips were slightly parted and he was panting hard. He seemed to be in a sensual daze and, as he stood, his taut muscles flexed in his shoulders and chest and the bandages on his wound shone a brilliant white in the soft glow of the candles flickering on the walls.

She had to admit, the man did have taste in decor. It was cozy in here with all these candles. It made her forget about the storm lashing the ship.

She fixated on his erection and her breath hitched in appreciation at the immense size pressing provocatively against his breechclout. She wanted to reach out and take it off him, but he was too far away and obviously had other ideas. He grabbed the metal poles where her legs and feet were attached and moved them outward, spreading her legs oh so wide.

Oh my! She hadn't realized her legs could widen so much and it didn't even hurt.

"Females have dominated me most of my life," he said, his eyes flaring with heat. His scarred chest expanded with obvious pride and his voice became guttural, primal. "And for much of that time, I have wanted to take a female in the ways I wished to take her, not in the ways she wished me to take her. But it was against their rules. Even when I was with the Death Valley Boys, I could forcefully seduce females, but I wished a willing slave. Now I have my darkest fantasy. You, my submissive, are my willing slave. You and this machine are my fantasy."

Submissive.

He certainly had that right. Despite being afraid of him at the beginning, her insides had melted into some semblance of surrender when he'd placed the collar and chains on her. Yeah sure, the Yellow Hairs had freed her, but she hadn't hesitated in having herself collared again inside that teepee. And he certainly was masterful in the way he treated her. In taking care of her, feeding her, f.u.c.king her.

Just as she hoped he would f.u.c.k her now. That he would move between her spread thighs and start f.u.c.king her. But disappointment rocked her as he stalked around her. First to her side and then behind her. She held her breath as a band draped over her forehead. He tightened it slightly so she couldn't move her head. Then he tilted her entire upper half until she sat at a forty-five-degree angle.

Reflected in the mirrored ceiling was the head restraint he'd placed over her forehead. A band that would keep her well in place. Her heart pounded as he moved to her right side. He grabbed her wrist, his scorching fingers like a handcuff, and guided her arm onto another metal extension. Placing her wrist into a rest, he secured it with binding. He moved the extension, bringing her arm out to her side, then strolled to her other side and did the same to her other arm.

She lay trapped, her arms and legs spread-eagle. She was totally at his mercy. She should be frightened, shouldn't she? He was, after all, in the throes of Pa.s.sion Poison. He stalked back to the foot of the machine and moved between her spread legs. He smiled dangerously and Kinley swallowed as a sudden bout of nervousness shifted through her.

"Another fantasy of mine is to hear a female beg me to f.u.c.k her. I haven't heard you beg, warrior woman."

Oh no.

The son of a b.i.t.c.h. He hadn't used that nickname since he'd captured her. He'd suggested she beg him shortly after he'd caught her. She'd sworn to herself she would never beg him for s.e.x. Back then she had been serious. Now that she'd experienced his s.e.xual skills, she wasn't sure how long she would be able to hold out against him. She wanted to cry out for him to let her go. She wasn't sure she wanted this. He could keep her like this forever, teasing her and driving her mad with need for wanting him.

A sudden bout of rebelliousness snapped through her. "Give it your best shot," she whispered.

In the erotic way his eyes flared with l.u.s.t and excitement, she immediately regretted giving him the challenge. Perhaps her big mouth had just gotten her into a heap of sensual trouble.

"Your voice is drenched with defiance. I will f.u.c.k that defiance out of you. Wait and see."

Her breath caught at his words. Oh great. Was she absolutely nuts playing around with a guy who was drugged? Yep, she certainly did have some sort of s.e.xual death wish because that's exactly what she was doing.

"No ball gag for you this time. This time I want to hear you scream."

"Make me scream, Blackie," she taunted. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to hold out long against the Pa.s.sion Poison raging through his system. And all his boasting was just talk. But what if it wasn't talk?

His hands moved to the strings on each of side of his breechclout. She followed his movements and her excitement pushed away all the fear. He wouldn't hurt her. He couldn't. It wasn't in him. The poison was merely making him act out his darkest fantasies and she would be able to handle them.

Or at least she hoped she would.

She licked her dry lips as he untied the cloth that hid his bold erection. She gasped, her senses snapping to attention, her p.u.s.s.y creaming and clenching as his shaft was revealed.

Oh my!

He was huge! And so long. Thick. She couldn't remember his c.o.c.k so swollen before either. And such an intricate weave of blue, pulsing veins that laced his purple-flushed shaft.

"I can see the way your eyes widen. You appreciate a well-hung male."

"I do," she whispered. Oh I do. I do. I do.

d.a.m.ned if she wasn't ready to start begging already just by looking at him.

That naughty, dangerous grin of his grew.

Oh crud.

He was so onto her.

She couldn't stop an erotic moan from escaping her lips as he dropped to his knees between her spread thighs.

Oh man, he was going to go down on her. Fiery heat shifted through her as she remembered how good he'd been with his mouth when she awoke after he'd found her in that swamp. How eagerly she'd nodded when he'd asked her if she wanted him to make her come. Oh yeah, she wanted to come now.

His hot breath tickled her p.u.s.s.y. Antic.i.p.ation roared through her. Electric sensations zapped into her as his tongue swiped between her folds and licked right up along her c.l.i.t and off. He did it again, this time with a firmer pressure. Her hips jerked in response. She creamed.

He chuckled and drew his head away.

d.a.m.n him!

She trembled as he reached up and grabbed one of the several metal appendages. He brought one down toward her p.u.s.s.y. She tensed when she saw the clear cone on the end.

"This suction cup will be placed over here," he whispered in a thick, l.u.s.ty voice. He brought the arm closer and arrowed it between her legs. To her surprise, a sweet, antic.i.p.ating heaviness erupted deep inside her. She tensed yet again as the edges of the cone firmly covered her entire p.u.s.s.y.

"This k.n.o.b here locks the extension in place, and when the suction turns on the fit will be even tighter. This way, you will be able to move and gyrate your hips as you wish, enjoying the pleasure without loosening the cone."

Oh sweet mercy.

And she'd thought this machine fantasy of his wasn't going to be too intense. How wrong she'd been. She was already panting after a couple of licks from him. How would she be able to endure twenty-four hours of this?

Her trembling increased as the machine whirred. She gasped as the cone slipped even tighter against her skin and swirling warm air brushed seductively against her c.l.i.t. It swiftly turned into some sort of electrical pulse that had her clenching her fists at the intoxicating reaction zipping through her p.u.s.s.y.

Oh no!

She pushed her feet against the stirrups as her thighs quickly tensed with arousal.

He studied her reaction and she couldn't help but close her eyes and melt into the pleasure the suction cup caused. He chuckled in a raw and tormented way. She opened her eyes and he reached for another metal arm. He brought it down and she couldn't help but moan again at the small d.i.l.d.o strapped to the end.

"This d.i.l.d.o will be inserted in your a.s.s."

Oh my goodness!

"It's already lubed internally and all I have to do is..."

She stiffened as the warm head of the d.i.l.d.o nestled against her sphincter. He turned a switch and a whirring followed. A second later the d.i.l.d.o began moving slowly back and forth, about half an inch at a time. Wonderful heat and lube smeared against her hole, and a moment later it slipped inside about an inch. She writhed at the tender invasion.

"The machine will register when your a.s.s is ready to accept a deeper penetration."

She really should tell him he was crazy having her hooked up to these gadgets but, have mercy, she didn't want to be released. She moaned softly as the d.i.l.d.o began a quicker, slightly deeper thrust. Her a.s.s clenched eagerly around the sweet little intrusion.

Oh yes. Very nice!

He suddenly stood and stared down at her. His eyelids were dropping, compliments of what the d.i.l.d.o and suction cups were doing. He looked intense and possessed a very sensual smile as he finally lifted his gaze to study her.

Her insides shimmered as he spoke, his voice so l.u.s.t-drenched, she swore it sifted right into her bloodstream and turned her on even more.

"How do you feel, warrior woman?" he asked.

The suction cup picked that particular moment to pulse more forcefully and she couldn't help but shudder and arch her hips as her muscles tightened, making her cry out at the pleasure spasms that raced through her p.u.s.s.y and a.s.s.

He grinned. "I will accept that as your answer."

Her excitement increased as he strolled over to her left side. She licked her lips as her gaze dropped to where he stroked his heavy, swollen shaft. The thick veins weaving through his c.o.c.k appeared even larger as his blood raged. Prec.u.m glistened on the slit of his c.o.c.k head.

He twisted his sac with his other hand and a need for him to f.u.c.k her lashed her body. When he stopped touching himself and reached for yet another mechanical arm-this one with a smaller suction cone similar to the one pulsing over her p.u.s.s.y-her breath stopped in her throat.

He said nothing as he brought the cone over her left nipple and pressed the b.u.t.ton. The machine whirred and she moaned at the powerful pressure as the grip tightened. Several tiny air fingers were suddenly wrapping around her tender nipple. She gasped as they pinched and twisted and lapped.

Heavenly.

He moved yet another mechanical arm, this one with the same suction cup as the first, and within seconds had it attached to her right nipple. Fingers twisted and tweaked and brushed, the erotic sensations making her whimper and curse him at the same time sensual bolts shimmered through her entire body. The air fingers licked and sucked until her nipples became quite erect and red beneath the cones.

Tremors sizzled through her entire body like lightning, and she couldn't help but writhe and buck as the toys between her thighs and attached to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s made pleasure rush through her.

"The machine is designed to keep you perched on the edge of climax. All you have to do is beg me, warrior woman, and I can take you and make you come. If I wish to, that is."

Oh no!

Her entire body suddenly begged for a quick, fantastic release. But she couldn't bring her mind to surrender to him. Not yet anyway. She was tougher than this. She could hold out against this pristine enjoyment. And even if she did beg him, he may not bring her release. She would have to hold out as long as possible. Her curiosity about what he would do next won out.

"Give it your best shot," she whispered between clenched teeth, then bucked as the d.i.l.d.o dipped into her a.s.s just a little more, stretching her taut muscles with an abundance of lube. The cone over her p.u.s.s.y began to simulate a man's tongue descending into her v.a.g.i.n.a. It slid against her G-spot, making her gasp as it ma.s.saged her sensitive area in tight circles. Within seconds she was fighting to keep herself from panting.

Oh my!

She was nicely hot and needy.

He chuckled knowingly and stepped to her head. "I'm going to move you now, but don't worry. The mechanisms will follow along with us so you will continue to be pleasured.

She swallowed and blew out an edgy breath as he moved the headrest along with her upper body down toward the floor. Her chest and shoulders were much lower than her hips and legs and he was able to step over her and position his pelvic area right above her neck.

His face was flushed and his eyes glittered black with l.u.s.t as he gazed at her.

"Make love to me, warrior woman. Make love to my c.o.c.k. Make me beg you."

Shock showered her senses and brutal hunger raged within her. Make him beg? How? She was stuck here. Her body splayed out to him like some sensual offering, toys making love to her erogenous zones. She could barely keep her mind from shutting down, let alone make him beg.

He clamped one hand around the base of his engorged shaft and groaned as he pressed his c.o.c.k against her mouth. She eagerly opened wide, accepting him. He slipped in a few inches.

Oh!

Hot, steel-hard, swollen flesh.