Pleasure Bound - Complete (4 page)

Joe gritted his teeth as the suction cup began kneading his balls again. Did this thing ever stop?

The machine had kept him aroused virtually 24/7. Never allowed him to fully fall asleep. It must have made him come at least six times today. And he was getting a wee bit sore down there.

He couldn’t help but feel sorry for those cows back on Earth, their udders hooked up to milking machines day in and day out.

Speaking of udders and milking machines, the blonde was being outfitted with giant cone-shaped suction cups that fit over both her perky breasts. Once the cups were fitted snugly, the technician picked up a smaller suction cup and strapped it over the woman’s clit.

The technician nodded to the guard, who walked over to the console and pressed a button.

Virgin gasped as her machine whirred to life. The cones on the woman’s breasts started to vibrate and the tiny suction cup positioned over her pussy began to tremble. The machine sprang into action. The dildo slid sensuously out and then into her vagina again.

A split second later a euphoric look flooded Virgin’s face. She scrunched her eyes closed. Joe did the same when his machine whirred to life.

He gasped as the fingers began kneading harder on his balls. The now familiar stroking began up and down his shaft. He forced his mind to concentrate on Annie. To pretend she was the one touching him, instead of those fake fingers groping his shaft.

It was Annie’s wicked mouth wrapping around him, stroking him with her long tongue, sucking him. He gasped and writhed as she sucked harder.

The woman on the other bed moaned as the dildo thrust in and out of her vagina.

Joe listened to her moans and pretended they were Annie’s soft gasps as he slammed his hard rod into her warm pussy. Man, he wanted Annie so bad he thought he would explode.

He clenched his teeth as his entire body tensed. For an endless moment he hung on the edge of a beautiful precipice, his body ablaze with pleasures he couldn’t begin to describe. From out of nowhere the searing red-hot orgasm shot through his shaft with such a mind blowing force Joe moaned and lost his self-control. The machine hummed louder as his sperm shot through the tube toward the dildo and Virgin. The woman gasped as his hot sperm shot straight into her vagina.

The stroking fingers eased and Joe tried to relax. His job was done and he melted against the bed, perspiration drenching his entire body. Another climax like this, he’d drop dead of exhaustion.

Beside him the woman’s moans slowly diminished and she grew quiet. They’d be coming to take her away soon. And it would start all over with another woman.

“Blue Eyes?” Annie’s soft voice came out of nowhere. For a moment Joe figured his mind had snapped. Broke from reality. Perhaps he was only imagining her voice. Maybe he had never left the clinic? Maybe this horrid place was a fever induced dream?

“Blue Eyes.” The voice came again. This time it was lower. An urgent whisper.

Joe groaned inwardly. If Annie had come to rescue him, she sure was getting an eyeful.

A warm hand touched his bare arm and he jolted. It felt strange to be touched by a warm woman. So strange, it hurt.

His eyes snapped open. His heart picked up speed when he spied Annie standing beside his bed looking down at him. Her sweet smile made a sharp pang of emotions grip his heart.

She was here! Dammit! She was here!

“I came to warn you.”

Warn him?

“Don’t communicate with anyone. Do you understand me?”

He blinked in confusion, opened his mouth to try to say something.

Her reaction was immediate and swift. Eyes wide with shock she pressed a warm finger to his lips and hissed into his ear.

“Don’t speak. It’s illegal. Keep quiet!”

Illegal? What the hell?

“A little bit of foreplay, Annie?”

Joe tensed as Cath’s amused voice made Annie’s finger stiffen on his lips. She threw him a warning look that might have made his shaft wither if he hadn’t already just come.

Annie straightened to attention and planted an awesome smile on her full mouth.

“Cath! I’ve been looking for you.”

“You seem to have found your little patient too. Can’t seem to keep your hands off him, can you?”

“You’re right. I can’t.”

Joe’s stomach dropped in disappointment. That’s all Annie had come for? Another fuck? Come to think of it, she hadn’t said she was here to get him out.

“I have a requisition form.” Annie said and held out a piece of paper.

Cath frowned and snatched it from Annie’s fingers.

Joe managed to relax a little. Okay, so maybe he’d been wrong about Annie. Maybe she had a plan.

“How’d you secure this deal? A little ass kissing with the Queen?”

Annie stiffened at her remark.

“Well, Annie. I had to do it too. Just to get him back from you. Looks like we’ve got a little war on our hands.”

“Looks like.”

Joe studied Annie’s stern face. She didn’t appear to cower under Cath’s intense stare as she’d done the other day.

Atta girl
,
Annie
. Looked like she’d picked up some courage.

“This order states you don’t get him until tomorrow morning,” Cath stated.

Tomorrow morning? Shit, he could be dead by then with all these mind-blowing orgasms.

“I decided to come in a little early. Make sure you’re taking great care of him.”

“A man his size is going to cost a big favor for the Queen and me, Annie. You think you can handle the fee?”

“The Queen has my answer. I can discuss the details with you when you have the time.” Annie peered down at the suction cup clamped over Joe’s penis.

Oh man! Was this embarrassing or what?

“What setting have you got him on, Cath?” Annie’s voice was concerned.

He held his breath as Annie unstrapped the cup and stroked his penis. Damned if her soft touch wasn’t getting him all wound up again.

“A six. You said go easy on him.”

“Haven’t your people been lubricating him? He’s as red as a lobster. He looks a little sore.”

Cath came over and examined his penis. Thank the Goddess, she didn’t touch him. He might have lost his head, found his damn voice and shouted at the bitch to keep her dirty hands off him.

“I’m sure he’ll be more than a little sore when you get through with him.”

Joe didn’t miss the nudge Cath gave Annie and he sure as hell didn’t miss Annie’s little smile.

His stomach dropped again. Was Annie getting him out of here just so she could climb on top of him and start screwing him again?

“I was hoping you might release him a little earlier.”

“I can’t do that. I’ve got the entire Cell Block C getting impregnated by his sperm tonight. Word’s gotten around that he’s big. Most prisoners are even volunteering to have his offspring. I’ve made more money off this slave in the last three days than the entire last three years.”

“I’m happy for you, Cath. Truly I am.”

Cath seemed to smile at Annie’s soft spoken words.

“How about I buy you a refreshment, Annie? We can talk about the conditions the Queen set.”

Annie nodded. She threw Joe a quick glance.

He shuddered at the look of despair in Annie’s brown eyes. Exactly what were these conditions Cath was talking about? Whatever they were, Annie didn’t look as if she liked them.

She turned away from him and followed Cath out the door, leaving Joe feeling totally abandoned.

He sucked in a sharp breath as those seductive fingers inside the suction cup began to knead his balls again.

Chapter Five

Annie popped the freshly baked bread out of the hot oven and quietly closed the door. Peeking over her shoulder, she breathed a sigh of relief to find the naked Blue Eyes still sleeping soundly on the bed where Cath’s women had dumped him an hour ago.

She’d been surprised that Cath and the workers had come so early with the unconscious male. The sun wasn’t even up yet. Unfortunately the sly grin on Cath’s face made it obvious she was eager to please Annie, especially since Annie had agreed to all the conditions the Queen had asked for.

Annie frowned. She didn’t know why she was so nervous. He was a male. A slave. He was here to fuck her. To do to her whatever she wanted done. And yet he could communicate. Proved it by leaving the SOS on the bed frame. That fact frightened her and excited her at the same time.

Her gaze came to rest on his penis lying asleep on top of him. It was still red. Very tender. Obviously Cath hadn’t applied the salve Annie had suggested. The woman was mean to her slaves. She hadn’t always been that way. She’d been a nice enough person until last year’s Slave Uprising.

The Uprising had changed Cath. It had made her angry, distrustful of the males. Made her violent with the slaves and with everyone around her. Everyone hated Cath. Everyone but the Queen.

Despite Annie’s hatred for Cath, Annie had kept up the friendship over the past year. Cath had connections that Annie needed. She was the Queen’s main mate for one. And she was the governor of the Women’s Prison.

Those connections had almost been lost because of her stand against Cath over the slave. But last night she’d proven to Cath how loyal she was.

Annie clasped her arms over her breasts as a shudder of revulsion ripped through her. She’d done what Cath and the Queen had asked of her, because of this male. And because of Cath’s connections.

Connections Annie hoped would soon get her out of her Slave Doctor assignment and transferred to work at the Women’s Prison. She wanted to be at the prison’s clinic. She wanted to bring those prisoners’ babies into the world. Wanted to hold the wee ones in her arms and cuddle them. Especially since she’d never be allowed to have one of her own, unless she did something against the law and was actually sentenced to a baby.

But even then she wouldn’t be able to keep the baby she produced. Laws strictly prohibited the mother and child to bond for longer than two months. That’s when mother and child were separated. If the mother’s sentence was completed, she was released from prison. Otherwise she stayed to continue her sentence and was impregnated with her next child.

A girl baby was placed with nurturers and eventually educators, who would choose an appropriate career the female would pursue. A male was placed with nurturers and then with slave trainers who taught the males to obey simple orders.

Annie wondered how a child conceived with the male might look like. Would a girl have the same brilliant blue eyes? Would a male be as powerfully built?

Memories of them together on the clinic bed flashed through her mind. Her straddling his muscular hips and gasping shamelessly as his massive rod pierced her pussy, filling her vagina to overflowing as she lowered herself onto him. His hot, wet mouth clamping tightly over her aching nipple.

His erotic groans growing strangled as she’d undulated her hips against him. He’d brought such pleasure to her. She wanted to experience this fantastic desire again. Wanted to feel his hot sperm shoot into her womb.

She’d kept their sheets. She’d put them on her bed. The aroma of their lovemaking sifted out of the material and filled her nostrils during the nights he’d been in the Sperm Bank.

Now she had him back. It had come at a high price. But he was here.

And she was afraid to wake him. To take him, like she’d so brazenly taken him in the clinic.

Annie bit her bottom lip and tiptoed to the chair beside his bed with every intention of simply watching him sleep.

Unfortunately his colossal penis beckoned. Since he’d arrived this morning, she hadn’t been able to keep her hands off it. Perhaps it was because of his size. Or maybe because she knew how sore he would feel when he awoke.

Annie dipped her fingers into the yellow salve lying on the night table and gingerly wrapped her fingers around his smooth, limp shaft. Using her other hand she sensuously rubbed the creamy salve up and down his inflamed shaft. His cock thickened powerfully in her hands and lanced straight up from his belly.

“Not that I’m complaining, but we’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

The amused sound of a masculine voice shocked her brain and she jerked around to find Blue Eyes watching her.

Fear cleaved into her spine as she realized she hadn’t tied his hands or his feet to the bed. He must have noticed, because he bolted upright.

He was free! Free slaves were dangerous.

Annie struggled to inhale air into her lungs. She searched frantically for a weapon and spied the bread knife lying on the table across the room. She was halfway out of the chair when his strong fingers clasped her wrist like a handcuff. Memories of last year’s Slave Uprising rained down on her and a bad case of the shakes slammed into her full force.

“Let go of me!”

“Annie! It’s okay!”

He tried to wrap his arms around her waist. Panic welled. She pushed against his chest with all her might and he fell backward onto the bed. He groaned as his back smashed hard against the wall. Annie leapt from the chair and ran for the knife.