Heroes At Heart: Captive Heroes Part 14

Just beg.

f.u.c.k me! Hard! Fast! Gentle! Slow! Oh she didn't know how she wanted him. She just wanted him.

Deep in thought, she crashed right into a solid backpack. He didn't so much as flinch when she hit him yet his entire body was tense and alert.

Alarm raged through her. "What is it?" she asked as she came to stand beside him.

"Something is out there. Someone."

She followed his gaze as he surveyed an area to their right. There was nothing but dense green foliage and dark trees.

"Where?" she whispered.

He said nothing. Instead he c.o.c.ked his head slightly, as if he'd heard something. His nostrils flared. His eyes narrowed.

Kinley swallowed, bit back the panic threading through her like a deadly snake.

Suddenly a whispering whipped past her ears, and then Blackie cursed.

"Run!" he hissed. She was about to do just that when he dropped to his knees.

"Go!" he managed to say before his eyes rolled white and he fell into a limp ma.s.s on the ground.

Oh my G.o.d! What happened?

"Blackie!" she cried out, suddenly more concerned about him than her own safety. Terror ripped through her when he didn't move.

Before she could blink, they were there. Surrounding her. Women...or make that teenage girls. Maybe around eighteen or nineteen. About ten of them. Blondes, all of them. They wore bone necklaces, straw skirts and no tops, revealing variously sized b.r.e.a.s.t.s. And they had very sharp-looking spears. All of them aimed at her.

Oh not good!

"What have we here?" The tallest blonde chuckled as she looked down at motionless Blackie, then back at Kinley.

"A female being collared and led by a male? Highly illegal. I'm quite glad we were able to fill him with Pa.s.sion Poison and come to your rescue."

"Pa.s.sion Poison?" Kinley gasped. She did not like the sound of that.

"Oh he'll be out until we require his services. We're on our male hunt and he looks to be our perfect first. Don't you agree, women-to-be?"

The young women shouted, "Yes!" in a united voice.

Kinley blinked as shock rolled through her in one dark wave.

Their first? Women-to-be?

Oh my G.o.d, what in the world was going on here?

"Who are you, female? To which hub do you belong?"

Hub? What the h.e.l.l was a hub?

"Is the male from Brothel Town?" another asked with excitement.

"He belongs to me," Kinley said quickly, not liking the inquisitive way these women were bending over Blackie's p.r.o.ne figure and undoing his breechclout.

They all looked at her, shock splashed on their faces.

"You? He is your male? And you let him demean you in this way?" The tall blonde-whom Kinley surmised to be the leader-looked her up and down, her focus lingering on the collar, leash, chains and other BDSM paraphernalia latched onto Kinley's body.

"Yes...I was...fantasizing. I ordered him to place all these items on me."

"Well, I'm afraid he no longer belongs to you. We captured him, he is ours. Those are the rules when commoners venture into Yellow Hair Territory. We thank you for bringing us tonight's dinner."

Tonight's dinner? Kinley's tummy heaved. Cannibals? Oh my G.o.d!

What kind of twisted, freaked-out, Alice in Wonderland fantasy was she dreaming? She was dreaming? Right?

One of the Yellow Hairs who'd been bending over Blackie lifted his loincloth, revealing his engorged c.o.c.k. Obviously he'd been fantasizing about Kinley while he led her around by a leash. Gasps and cries of delight reverberated as the blondes huddled around Blackie to get a closer look at his c.o.c.k.

"He's so big!" one of the girls cried out with glee, her small fingers not able to circle the width of his shaft.

"He will supply much sacred drink for us. The elders will be pleased at our catch," another giggled.

Elders. Okay, they must be older women with common sense.

"I need to speak to your elders," Kinley instructed, trying hard to squash the nasty tremors slithering through her at having so many women ogling her man.

Correct that. He wasn't her man. She had to pretend he was or he would be their dinner tonight. Hope roared through her. Maybe she could talk her way out of this crazy situation yet.

"Outsiders are not allowed to speak to the elders. That is strictly forbidden," the leader said, shaking her head.

Kinley's gut clenched and desperation snapped through her like a live wire. She had to do something.

The leader nodded to one of the nearest women. "Proceed to place on the traditional c.o.c.k ring."

f.u.c.k you!

"Well I'm sorry. I must insist," Kinley replied. "He is my male and I will not let you have him!"

They ignored her and one of the women removed something from a bag she carried. Yup, definitely a c.o.c.k ring from the looks of it.

Maybe a little show of force would get their attention. Kinley grabbed a spear from the nearest blonde who was busy touching Blackie's t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es and brandished the spear at their leader. The Yellow Hairs stiffened, all their attention focused back on the leader who lifted her brows in surprise at Kinley's outburst.

Spears came up again, aimed at Kinley.

Oh s.h.i.+t!

She was so outnumbered.

"Now that I have your full attention, I will reiterate. This male belongs to me. Either you all get the h.e.l.l out of here or your leader dies." To her surprise, her voice sounded decently strong despite her insides shaking like a leaf.

Kinley tensed as one of the Yellow Hairs leaned closer to their leader and whispered in her left ear.

Talk the chick into leaving us alone, please.

The leader frowned, her eyes narrowed with curiosity and she looked at Kinley. Well, actually not at her, but at the bracelet Kinley wore on her wrist. The bracelet that was just peeking out below the leather cuff.

"That is the mark," the leader whispered, her eyes widening with unmistakable awe. "It is the square. It has the white and red stripes and the blue with white stars."

"Yes, it is the mark," another blonde chick replied and, to Kinley's shock, she dropped her spear, got down on her knees and bowed, her arms stretched full out in front of her.

Okay, what the h.e.l.l is going on now?

Suddenly all the other women dropped their spears. Kinley stiffened as they moved in around her, fingering her medical alert bracelet. They were quite intrigued with the US flag. But why? Why the big deal?

She held her breath as one by one the rest of the women did as the first. They got down on their knees and bowed to her.

"Your wish is our command, G.o.ddess of Freedom."

Oh my G.o.d.

They thought she was a G.o.ddess because she had a flag on her medical alert bracelet? Boy, these chicks were out to lunch.

Big-time!

Chapter Eight.

Blackie couldn't move a muscle and that really p.i.s.sed him off. He had no problem enjoying the women's hands sensually sliding along his flesh, stroking his c.o.c.k, handling his b.a.l.l.s. They knew exactly how to arouse him with their touches. They knew he was aware of everything too.

Just before he'd gone down, he'd seen the Yellow Hairs. The b.i.t.c.hes would want him for their roast.

That's what they did-ate males. And he'd walked right into their territory. All because he'd been fixated on his captive, fantasizing about taking her up against the nearest tree or bending her over the nearest log and thrusting his c.o.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y.

How had he been so careless? How had he allowed himself to become so preoccupied he didn't even see the danger until he'd been hit in the thigh with a dart filled with Pa.s.sion Poison?

Already his body was heating up. Arousal screamed through his veins. His shaft tightened unnaturally. His breaths came faster and harder.

He wanted to scream. Wanted s.e.x. s.e.x would be able to extinguish these carnal urges. That's what the Pa.s.sion Poison was designed to do. To bring down even the biggest of males and turn his blood so hot he couldn't think past f.u.c.king because he was suspended in a world of pleasure. That is, until the blonde virgins had satisfied themselves upon him and the elders gave the signal to carry out the death blow.

Kinley spoke from somewhere above him and to his right. Pride whipped through him when she called him her male. She didn't have to do that. She could have turned him over to them and simply walked away. She could be free of him. No longer a captive.

He smiled. Perhaps he had been right. She could be a natural submissive. Or maybe she simply enjoyed his touches? He grinned inwardly at that last thought. Suddenly darkness enveloped him and he had no trouble slipping into it.

Kayla froze as a stick snapped somewhere behind her on the nearby sh.o.r.eline of the river. She dared not look into the gloomy gray mist or gaze into the forest at every creepy crack or snap. If she looked anywhere but in front of her, she swore the goose b.u.mps she'd been fighting all night would certainly grab hold of her and send her screaming into the dark.

She'd waited too long for Taylor to return. He hadn't.

Guilt crawled through her, as it had off and on ever since she'd left. Guilt that had taken turns with anger, and then concern for his well-being.

Overhead the sky was beginning to lighten. Thank G.o.d, she would soon be able to see the sh.o.r.eline. Not seeing it in the dark had been another concern as she hoped she hadn't pa.s.sed the first meadow, let alone the second one where Taylor had said there would be a shelter.

Getting closer and closer was the rumbling of thunder. The ominous booms were menacing and threatening, urging her to pick up speed in the water. She'd been lucky with her footing. The bottom of the river was mostly sand and the water knee-high. But the water seemed to be getting cooler and so were her feet. The wind blowing against her was cooler too.

She thought about stopping along the sh.o.r.eline and making a fire. She knew the technique of rubbing two sticks together, but that took time. And with the growling thunder, time was not on her side. With her luck she'd start the fire and it would pour.

No, it was best to just keep moving. But she wasn't exactly sure what Taylor meant when he'd said it would take a day to get there. Had he meant twelve hours or twenty-four?

A soft splash in the river from somewhere behind her had her stopping again. She dared not look back. In front of her the gray mist spiraled upward like smoke and she found herself thinking about that gut-wrenching scene in the old cla.s.sic movie The Ten Commandments, when Moses' stepbrother had ordered all first-born males be killed. Screams of mothers as their babies were butchered rang through the air and so had that eerie fog, crawling along the ground just as it was doing over the river and around her. Creepy thoughts like that she could do without.

Kayla s.h.i.+vered at another splash. This one closer. Crocodiles and alligators? Oh my!

Stop it! There are no such things on Paradise. If there were, surely you would have seen one by now.

She ignored the sound and kept moving forward. Goose b.u.mps froze her arms and legs. Some animal was following her. Maybe one of those anaconda snakes?

Oh s.h.i.+t!

Kayla moved faster. The splas.h.i.+ng increased, drew closer.

Oh G.o.d! Oh G.o.d! Oh G.o.d!

Thunder rumbled overhead, silver lightning flashed.

She was so screwed.

Harsh breathing closed in. No, that was her breathing. Right?

Something hot clamped over her right shoulder, squeezing.

She screamed, thought about fighting it off. She tried to run, but whatever had grabbed her wasn't letting her go.

"Get off me!" she yelled and tried to wrench free only to be pulled against a rock-hard pile of muscle.

"Kayla, it's me."

His voice. His scent. Him!

Taylor. Sweet mercy, the guy was alive. She'd never been so happy in her life!

He dropped his hand from her shoulder, allowing her to swing around.