Heroes At Heart: Captive Heroes Part 3

As his focus renewed on the female, erotic heat flashed through him. His c.o.c.k became so unbelievably thick and heavy he had to force himself not to grit his teeth at the s.e.xual torture just looking upon her evoked. Oh the sweet, sensual things he could do to this luscious woman. He couldn't wait to mount her, to f.u.c.k her, to have her.

A cool wind breathed against his heated flesh and he gazed to the western horizon. The sun was setting in a misty veil of pinks and pale blue. Good. They would be making camp soon.

As they'd traveled along the dusty road, he'd been studying the terrain. It was rugged and rocky and an escape over this land would be difficult enough for him, weary from walking all day with no rest stops or water. But for her, the woman in the cage who appeared so delicate, it would be very difficult. Near to impossible in her bare feet.

For a moment, he toyed with the idea of leaving her behind. Of going in search of help and then returning to Death Valley to break her out. He dropped the idea immediately. If he left her, the Death Valley Boys would have her in every way the instant she arrived. She would be ruined, emotionally and possibly physically. He didn't want her damaged. He just wanted her.

Escaping with him, she would hurt. Her feet, her body and her p.u.s.s.y when he finally took her. But he would make sure she hurt nice. She would be his.

Tonight.

Blackie was gaining on her! Oh G.o.d, he was going to be on her in minutes.

Anxiety screamed through Kinley as the black-haired, scarred man crashed through the jungle behind her. His heavy breaths ripped through her senses and she swore the heat of his gasps whispered over the back of her neck.

He was that close.

Up until a few minutes ago, he'd kept a discreet distance. Over the past couple of days, she'd eluded his capture and actually enjoyed setting false trails that led him to a river's edge or to a dead end up a tree. But he'd always managed to pick up her trail again. She hadn't expected anything different this time. After all, she'd killed that other man after he'd tried to rape her and Blackie had stood by and watched as she'd been attacked.

At remembering the reason he kept trailing her, icy tendrils of fear raced up her spine, urging her to run faster. If he caught her, she wouldn't have a chance at killing him. He was too strong. Too muscular and oh so powerful.

She didn't want to think about how the knife had sliced into that other man so easily. Didn't want to remember all the blood. She hadn't meant to kill him. Truly she hadn't. She'd been afraid and, well, she'd panicked and reacted in self-defense.

Oh G.o.d!

She was so confused. She'd killed someone, so why didn't it bother her more than it did? The only thing she knew for sure was she needed to stay away from her hunter. He was almost on top of her and she was tiring. Her legs were cramping due to exhaustion, but she grit her teeth against the pain and kept running.

He craved the female Kinley so badly, but he'd held off taking her the night she had allowed him to make her come over and over again. He'd wanted to wait until she was stronger. He'd been so turned-on by the scar on her belly. Aroused by her erotic moans and s.e.xy whimpers. Too turned-on.

He needed to capture her and explain. Hatred had flared in her eyes when she'd caught him watching her after she'd killed. The betrayal he saw had been a severe blow to his system.

He had been out searching for food when the leader had shown up at Blackie's camp. Back in Death Valley, he had warned their leader she would be feisty, perhaps unpredictable. Blackie wished to track her on his own and bring her back already trained. Obviously the leader had decided to join in the hunt after all.

Blackie had returned to camp quickly after hearing her screams. Had come back to find her fighting him off. Defiance raged in her brilliant green eyes as she stabbed her attacker.

He wanted to catch her. To explain. He wanted to keep her safe. To pleasure her. To make her his. Only his.

But after she had stabbed their leader in the heart and he'd died, she had run like a bolt of lightning. He would have gone after her, but tradition dictated he stay with the body. To bring the leader back to Death Valley for all to see, and then to the place of the dead for a proper send-off. After the traditional funeral, he'd come back for her. He'd been hunting her ever since.

His lungs burned with fire as he tried to breathe just a little deeper. Tried to run just a little faster. She was only twenty feet away. Her tired breaths echoed past his ears as she dashed through the dense undergrowth in front of him.

Every few seconds he caught glimpses of her. The fear lacing her heart-shaped face. The splash of silky, curly brown hair that reached mid-back. Her sun-kissed bronze skin.

Until he had found her unconscious, he'd never seen this female before. But he still wanted her despite her being a killer. He hunted her not only out of revenge but also because he enjoyed a challenge and because of his s.e.xual attraction toward her. Maybe the pull was even curiosity. He wanted to see how hard it would be to train her. He wondered how long before she submitted to the desires he would instill in her.

Faster!

Desperation urged him and Blackie pumped his legs harder.

He could smell her. Sweet, succulent, female.

He'd never reacted to a female as he had this one. She was pet.i.te. Shapely. His for the taking. His female.

Yes, he would take her. He would make her enjoy his pleasure no matter how much she fought. No matter how hard she resisted.

His lungs continued to burn from the exertion, but her sweet scent seared more power through him. He ran faster and her fear wrapped around him as he reached out. His right hand clamped over her right shoulder. Her skin was hot, smooth and very inviting as he swung her around.

She was screaming. Falling. Her eyes went wide with terror as she landed on her back. He came down on her, straddled her and, within seconds, held both her wrists captive in one of his hands.

With a rope he bound her wrists, and then threw her arms up and over her head, tying the other end of the rope to a small sapling a foot away from her head.

"Get off me, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"

He allowed her beautiful voice to slice into his bloodstream and loved the erotic way his body hummed with desire. He let her buck and writhe beneath him. Tried hard not to let himself become too aroused as her pet.i.te body ground against his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s. But it didn't take long before he clenched his teeth together with the need to take her here and now.

But the defiant gaze shooting from her eyes gave him pause. This was not a woman who would easily be broken. She would kill him before she let that happen. Just as she had killed their leader.

No, she needed to be primed, seduced.

But first he needed to tell her he had not wished for the leader to attack her. He had meant to train her first.

As she fought him, he couldn't take his eyes from her body. She wore clothing in an unusual way. He was used to females walking confidently in their nakedness or wearing sheer, see-through clothing.

This female had taken his hair blanket. It had gone missing from his camp two nights ago while he'd been swimming in a nearby stream.

She had torn it in two and draped half over her lower body, covering her b.u.t.tocks and p.u.s.s.y and knotting the sides, allowing him erotic glimpses of her tanned hips and thighs.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were covered with the other half and secured by thin strips at her shoulders-strips that appeared to have been sewn by some sort of thin cord. Strips that loosened every second she struggled.

He swallowed past his dry throat and willed those garment ties to open. As if the G.o.ddess of Freedom herself had heard his wish, the strip on her left shoulder popped, revealing the generous curve of her breast and a succulent red nipple.

He shuddered at the erotic sight, remembered how he'd taken those nipples into his mouth while she'd lain deep asleep in her fever dreams. As he peered at her nipple, it mesmerized him into a breathless state.

He blinked in shock as a weapon appeared in her hand. She thrust it at him and he tried to roll out of the way.

He wasn't fast enough.

Intense pain sliced into his upper arm, throwing him totally off balance. One second he was straddling her, the next instant he lay on his back, writhing in the brilliant sparks of red-hot agony, helplessly fascinated by the curvy backside of his momentary captive. She was quickly swallowed by the surrounding lush green ferns.

d.a.m.n! He'd lost her!

Forcing himself to roll onto his good side, he winced at the waves of pain ripping through his upper arm. He managed to stand and curse. The rope lay near the sapling, the end that had bound her wrists...snapped.

He slapped a hand to his waist. His knife was gone. While he'd been distracted by her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she'd somehow broken free of her bonds and slipped the knife from his sheath.

Next time he wouldn't make the same mistake. Next time he wouldn't be gentle either. He didn't want her damaged, but he would make her hurt. In a good way. She would be his. Even if it killed him.

Kayla stared through the metal bars of the cage at the full silver moon hanging low over the nearby trees. Huh. If she didn't know any better she could swear she was back on Earth. The moon looked the same. The air smelled the same.

For a moment, she pretended she was lying out in her parents' rural backyard with her brothers and sisters, watching for falling stars. The moon blurred and a swell of emotions washed over her as she thought of her family. Her brothers had always been fascinated by the stars, the moon and anything to do with s.p.a.ce, so it hadn't come as a surprise when all three had been accepted into NASA after completing their education.

Now her brothers were stuck here on this G.o.dforsaken planet, waiting for help from her and her sisters, and she didn't have a clue how to get out of this friggin' cage, how to find her brothers or get help for her sisters.

She'd left Piper lying unconscious with Kinley, who appeared dazed after suffering a head injury. But Kinley had a.s.sured Kayla she was fine and, despite Kayla's instincts telling her Kinley wasn't acting right in that she seemed forgetful, she'd left them.

G.o.d, had she been nuts, just leaving them there so she could go off to get help? The snap of guilt disintegrated. Yeah, she'd done the right thing. Kinley had always been a resourceful woman. She would stick with Piper and find food in the wilderness. She would make sure Piper was okay.

But Kayla had been naive in thinking the group of women she'd met on the dusty road after she found her way out of that wretched swamp would help her. All they'd been interested in was tying her up and bringing her to that village. There she'd been bathed and clothed, if she could call these flimsy see-through garments clothing, and then she'd been sent to the auction block and sold to these two women who'd quickly shoved her into this cage.

Oh c.r.a.p.

She was letting everybody down. Big-time. She needed to get the heck out of here, but how?

Resisting the urge to pull and push-yet again-on the metal bars, her momentary anger drifted away. There was nothing she could do about her circ.u.mstances right now. Everything was out of her control, so she may as well just try to relax. But she was anything but relaxed.

Arousal lashed her. Yeah, there must have been something in that swamp water she drank. There just had to be. It was the only thing she could think of as to why she needed s.e.x, despite everything else being not good.

She sighed and thought about the man who'd been dragged behind the wagon. She'd always liked scars on a man, found them attractive, and his scars certainly made her insides jump like a live wire. Kayla rolled her eyes and cursed softly. G.o.d help her, she must be a s.a.d.i.s.t if a man's scars turned her on.

Plopping her a.s.s back onto the wooden bench, she crossed her arms over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and tried to ignore how erotically the night air caressed her hot, flushed skin. Too bad the two women had led the guy out of her sight. She frowned and a raw spear of jealousy jabbed into her.

They were probably having a threesome or something!

The envy of him being with those women had her empty p.u.s.s.y throbbing and aching to be filled. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were so tender and big and she was possessed by an overwhelming need to touch herself.

She searched the surrounding darkness for any sign of them and saw nothing. The three of them were probably wrapped in each other's arms, sleeping after some red-hot s.e.x. They wouldn't know what she was up to in this cage. She needed to get herself off, that's what she needed. A nice bit of s.e.xual satisfaction would clear her mind.

Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the cool bars and slid both hands beneath the flimsy material, her fingers trailing upward until she cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Squeezing them lightly, she inhaled at the sudden surge of pleasure whipping through her.

Whoa! Definitely something going on here.

Yes, she was a s.e.xual woman, but usually she needed a bit more stimulation to get her motor running. And her motor was definitely running fast and hot. Perspiration sprinkled across her forehead and her breaths became raspy as she rolled her tender nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

Erotic tightness zipped through her p.u.s.s.y and a harsh, insistent ache pulsed deep inside her v.a.g.i.n.a. The need for release had her squeezing her nipples tighter. The buds grew harder and she clamped her thighs together, trying to get some friction going while she tended her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Urgency made her move one of her hands from her breast and thrust her top up, allowing the air to directly brush her fevered flesh. While she tugged her nipple, she used her free hand to peel off the skirt and drop it to the cage floor at her feet. She spread her legs and moved her hand between her thighs, smiling as she discovered the wet heat.

She arched her hips and moaned as her fingers pressed past her wet p.u.s.s.y lips and swept feverishly against her swollen, sensitive c.l.i.t. She trembled at the intoxicating friction and, within seconds, hot ripples of need built deep inside. Using the hot cream of her arousal as lubrication, she rubbed her c.l.i.t with firm pressure, pinched and plucked her nipples harder and harder until the erotic bite shredded her like an unleashed storm.

She lost control. Lost herself in the mindless enjoyment. She barely heard herself cry out into the quiet stillness of the deep, dark night. Barely cared if anyone heard her.

Shaking and moaning, she jerked and bucked her hips, suspending herself on a rack of pleasure. Thrusting two fingers inside, she withdrew and plunged in again, making sure she rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings of her c.l.i.t every time.

She fantasized about the stranger taking her right here on the bench. He would be impatient, demanding yet tender. She'd seen at least that much in his eyes. Eyes that were unreadable most of the day, but every now and then gave her glimpses of his s.e.xual needs, knowingly or unknowingly. She didn't care which. She just wanted him.

Tweaking her nipples, she continued her mad, erotic thrusts into her p.u.s.s.y. His lovemaking would be addictive. Intoxicating.

As she came a second time, Kayla grew more aroused than before.

s.h.i.+t!

Taylor watched her from the shadows, panting as the silvery moon splashed beams of light over the female's near-naked figure. She sat half on, half off the bench.

Her garment was thrust up, revealing pert, luscious, creamy b.r.e.a.s.t.s he ached to touch. He craved to cup her swollen flesh in his palms. His breathing grew rapid and his c.o.c.k throbbed and swelled as she moaned and thrust her fingers between her wide-spread thighs.

Gritting his teeth, he was able to keep himself from stroking his c.o.c.k. He could withhold getting his satisfaction for a long time. Denial had been trained into him over the years and the learning he'd endured as a s.e.x slave was hard to forget.

He would take this woman. He would quell his s.e.x-slave training of self-control. But first he needed to break her out of that cage. Sighing with frustration, Taylor ignored the insistent throb in his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s.

After the two females had led him to a secluded area and tied him to a tree, he'd held his breath, awaiting the ankle bracelet he was sure would come. But they appeared too involved with each other as they'd held hands and giggled. s.e.xy, m.u.f.fled moans and whimpers had come from behind some bushes they'd retreated to, and then later, silence. He'd waited a long time, making sure they slept before he'd moved into action.

Slipping out of the binds had not been too much trouble. He'd used the friction of the ropes to cut into his flesh. The blood made things slippery enough to free himself. Then he had headed toward the wagon. That's when he saw the woman...and what she was doing to herself. In Death Valley, masturbating-for females-was not allowed. Punishment would be whippings and bondage.

Taylor grinned despite the discomfort plaguing his lower half. He would enjoy punis.h.i.+ng this woman for her transgression.

He could hardly wait.

Chapter Three.

If she weren't so exhausted from her several intense o.r.g.a.s.ms, Kayla wouldn't have hesitated bringing herself off yet again. But the euphoria of the s.e.xual haze drifting all around her was sweeping her into a blissful peace she really enjoyed. Her mind was freeing itself, devoid of questions, of anxiety and fear. She wanted to drown in the erotic blankness.

She would have, too, had she not smelled him. His dominant, fiercely s.e.xy scent-a combination of dust, sweat and intensity-tensed every fiber inside her into live wires of s.e.xual awareness and intoxicating need.

A split second later, she snapped her eyes open and found a shadowy figure fiddling quietly with the padlock of the cage door. She'd studied his silhouette enough during the day to recognize his powerful build, and she couldn't stop the sensual gasp whispering past her lips as her body hummed with erotic alertness for him.

"Not a sound," he whispered.

Suddenly her senses returned. He was breaking her out! Gos.h.!.+ Had he been watching her m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e? Oh man, how embarra.s.sing!

Blus.h.i.+ng profusely at her disarrayed attire, she rushed to get her skirt back on and her top in place.

Her legs nearly buckled, but she managed to hold on to the nearby bars until she was strong enough to walk to the door. A moment later, he opened the cage and his hands snaked in. Grabbing her by the waist, he literally swept her off her feet and she sailed right out of the cage.

Powerful man!