Pleasure Bound - Complete (59 page)

No, she couldn’t do that. It would take too long. She only had enough water and food for a couple of days.

Besides, Kinley and Kayla didn’t have the time for her to pussyfoot around.

She needed to stop being such a chicken and just go straight through the cemetery. She could probably reach the bottom of the faraway hills tonight, climb them the next day and get into the next valley the day after.

A shot of happiness filled her at the thought of reuniting with her brothers. What a hoot! Would they ever be surprised and shocked to find out their sisters had tracked them down.

She hadn’t seen Joe, Ben or Buck in over two years and now that she was so close to them she couldn’t stand the thought of a silly burial ground slowing her down.

With her mind made up, she swept the packsack off the ground and walked further into the disgusting smell of the decomposing bodies. With her free hand, she pinched her nose and concentrated on breathing through her mouth, at least that way she wouldn’t be able to smell anything.

Yes, she could do this.

All she needed was to keep her eyes straight ahead and not look at the skeletons and corpses. She would simply keep her mind off her current predicament by thinking about her brothers, and how she’d kick their butts for staying back here on this godforsaken planet and scaring the daylights out of the family.

When NASA had told them her brothers’ spaceship had come back without them everyone had been shocked and upset. They’d sent a taped message to Earth stating they had contracted some sort of deadly plague on the planet. Thankfully, NASA had given them a copy of the videodisk her brothers had made. The trio had appeared healthy enough when they’d revealed they’d been infected with a toxic plague that would eventually kill them.

They’d warned NASA to not come for them, explaining that their scientific experiments revealed deadly diseases and toxins that were fatal to humans.

Yet, the section where her brothers had left their farewells directly to the family had contained messages in code. At first, no one had detected the secret communication. At least not until they’d noticed the one from their oldest brother, Joe, who’d referred to their childhood and the code games they’d played with each other.

From that hint, the messages had been easily deciphered. In truth her brothers had admitted they were fine and would remain on the planet with the women they’d met until it could be determined if it was safe for the women to go back through a time warp with them.

Piper hadn’t believed it.

She still couldn’t grasp the concept that they wanted to live here on a planet where their lives were in constant danger. And here she was bringing them the news that two of their sisters were missing or may even be dead by now.

Blinking back a sudden bubble of tears, Piper squared her shoulders in defiance. Her sisters were not dead, and she would never consider them dead unless their bodies were found.

She was so deep in thought she barely noticed the strange noise behind her. Before she could so much as react, a large hand clamped tightly over her mouth and a strong arm swung snugly around her waist. A split second later, she was swept off her feet and carried into a nearby clump of bushes.

Paralyzing fear gripped her as her assailant forced her belly down to the ground. His hand stayed tightly over her mouth, his other hand slid away from her waist. Suddenly a wall of pure muscle came down on her back, his heavy weight grinding her pubic bone and breasts painfully into the dirt.

God!

What was he doing? Was he going to rape her? Her heart picked up a frantic pace at the horrible thought, and she screamed into his hand. The sound came out a dull muffle.

“Quiet! Danger!” a familiar man’s voice sliced into her ear.

Jarod!

“The Death Valley Boys are coming,” he hissed.

Dread zipped through her as she remembered the strange look that had passed between Jarod and Taylor last night. She remembered their warning that it was best she not meet them.

Men’s voices filtered through the air. She tensed. Not even a half-minute later five men walked into view.

Four of them carried a wooden litter. On it lay a corpse.

She could barely make out a bloodied wound in the area of the dead man’s heart as the men passed their hiding place.

It could be a bullet wound or maybe a knife gash, she couldn’t be sure.

All of the men including the dead one were naked, their varying sizes of semi-erect cocks dangled between their legs.

Great.

Just freaking great.

If Jarod hadn’t come along when he had, there was no telling what would have happened to her if these men had seen her.

Piper swallowed against Jarod’s hand as she watched the last man, a black-haired fellow around her age. He was the tallest of the group and he lead a barefoot woman with tangles of shoulder-length red hair by a black leather leash hooked to a thick, most uncomfortable-looking collar around her neck.

Despite her total nakedness, the woman strolled proudly behind the men. She possessed no shame and acted as if she was fully clothed—her shoulders thrust back allowing her perky breasts to stand out notably. Despite the way she held herself, her eyes remained downcast as if she was a slave.

The small group stopped in front of an empty scaffold not more than twenty feet away from where Jarod and Piper hid in the bushes.

Grunting, the men hoisted the stiff body and the litter onto the scaffold, then stood silent while the tall, black-haired man led the submissive woman to the foot end of the scaffold.

“The dead one was their leader. The black-haired one is Blackie,” Jarod explained. “He is most likely the new leader or the best choice for one, because he now has hold of the leader’s woman’s leash.”

Piper watched as Blackie instructed the woman to sit cross-legged on the ground, facing the dead man on the litter. Her head was bowed, her hands in her lap.

“You must remain silent. No matter what happens. Do you understand?” he whispered to her in a voice so low she could barely hear him.

She nodded, and slowly ever so slowly, Jarod moved his hand from her mouth.

Before she could ask him what the hell was going on, the black-haired man began to wail.

The other men quickly joined in with a forlorn keening that chilled her to the bone and pierced her ears. She wished she could bury her head beneath her arms so she wouldn’t have to listen to their screeching, or smell the gut-wrenching scent of death, but by the way Jarod’s muscles were tensed up against her body she knew instinctively she dare not make a move.

It seemed like hours went by as the men continued to shout and chant. The hot sun beat down mercilessly against the barren ground all around her, and the intense heat from Jarod’s body covering hers made her wish for a gallon of water to soothe her dry mouth, or better yet, an ice-cold swimming pool she could dive into.

Despite her growing discomfort, she kept her gaze glued to the man named Blackie.

There was an arrogant confidence about him as he stood there with his eyes closed and his head bowed, his long mane of midnight black hair spilled down to the middle of his back. She noticed the raised scars of whip marks that crisscrossed his lower back and over his tight ass cheeks. He was also quite well-hung, his cock growing harder and thicker the more he chanted. The other men’s cocks were hardening, too, and she wondered if maybe there was something sexual about those chants.

Again, she wondered what kind of society this was when all of the men she’d seen were scarred and didn’t trust women.

Finally, the racket stopped and Piper heaved a sigh of relief. Her relief was short-lived when Jarod’s hand once again covered her mouth. Before she could comprehend why, Blackie walked to the seated red-haired woman. Gesturing her to turn around and lie down, she automatically did as he asked, curled her knees upward and spread her legs wide. Her hands covered her breasts as she began to pluck and pinch her large, red nipples.

Oh, my goodness!

“Her name is Jasmine,” Jarod whispered softly. “She was a Queen of Queens, one of five and of the highest order. A High Queen who helped to make and change the laws governing all the Queens, their women and all slaves. She was accused of treason a couple of years ago. As punishment, she was sold to the Breeders who in turn trained her to become a sex slave. She was later sold to the Death Valley Boys. Now she lives purely to pleasure males.”

Piper couldn’t believe it. A queen turned into a sex slave? That would certainly explain the proud way she’d walked despite being collared and on a leash.

Piper’s face flamed as Blackie, his engorged cock fully erect, kneeled down between Jasmine’s legs. His body lowered over hers, his mouth descended upon her breasts like a seductive lover, suckling each of her nipples slowly into his mouth, drawing each of them out with his teeth until they looked so swollen Piper could feel her own nipples responding.

Jasmine wiggled on the ground beneath Blackie, her hands slid through his long black hair and she pulled his head closer, pressing his face deeper into her swollen breasts.

Blackie broke her hold and moved over her belly, his luscious lips kissing her lightly, his long tongue laving her skin, moving over her mon and finally settling between her widespread thighs.

Piper’s pussy clenched, and moisture pooled between her thighs, as suckling sounds ripped through the air while Blackie feasted upon Jasmine’s pussy. She remembered how Jarod’s moist lips had wrapped around her labia, his sharp teeth nipping at her quivering flesh, his long hot tongue sliding into her drenched vagina while she’d lain helpless and naked on his bed.

Piper closed her eyes at the sound of the woman’s aroused whimpers, and felt Jarod’s cock swell against her ass.

The sight of the coupling must be reminding him of what he’d done to her and was turning him on.

Just as it was turning her on.

The woman named Jasmine whimpered a few more times then her whimpers quickly grew into sensual moans.

“By the way she’s trembling, she most likely hasn’t been vaginally penetrated in quite some time.”

Piper’s eyes snapped open at his whisper, just in time to see Blackie thrust his thick cock into Jasmine’s pussy. She screamed out her pleasure. Piper bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself from crying out her arousal at seeing the two naked bodies intertwined on the ground while several men watched.

“It is the ritual of the Death Valley Boys to take a woman before the grave of a fallen comrade,” Jarod’s strangled whisper wafted into her ear.

Jasmine’s lusty cries pressed in all around Piper. Her vagina clenched frantically as she envisioned Jarod’s hard thickness sliding deep into her.

Man, it was like watching some erotic movie or something. Men standing around with their cocks fully erect while they watched another have sex with a woman who didn’t appear at all in distress.

Heart pumping, body fevered, Piper watched as Blackie’s handsome face contorted in a sweet agony as he finally shouted his release.

Lifting himself from the woman, his cock totally spent, he ushered the next man between Jasmine’s legs and then the next until all men had taken their turn. Finally, Jasmine’s lusty cries ceased, as all the men were satisfied.

They pulled the weary woman to her feet, and walked away from the scaffold containing the dead man. She looked back a few times at the dead body, a sad expression on her face. It made Piper wonder if perhaps she’d fallen in love with her captor.

Finally, when the small group disappeared over a knoll, Jarod’s body sagged upon hers in apparent relief.

For endless minutes, his aroused breath filtered through the silent, late-afternoon air, and when he withdrew his hand from her mouth and climbed off her, he immediately yanked her to her feet.

To her surprise, fury sparkled in his eye.

“You shouldn’t have left the tree house alone!” he spat at her as if he was admonishing a child.

His irritation instantly put her on the defensive. Sorry, buddy, but she was no kid. She was a woman with a mind of her own who didn’t appreciate getting yelled at or told what to do. If she’d wanted that she could have stayed on Earth with her ex-boyfriend.

Picking up the knapsack, she flung it over her back. “It’s no skin off your ass where I go. Why should you care?”

“I don’t care.” He ripped the knapsack away from her. “We will return to the tree house.”

“The hell we will. I’m going to find my brothers.”

She was able to take only one step toward the graveyard before he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her roughly after him as if she was a mere rag doll.

“You son of a bitch! Let me go!” she shouted at his broad back.

“I will let you go when it is safe to do so,” he grumbled, as he pulled her out of the cemetery and into a nearby forest of pine trees.

When they entered the forest, a wonderful cool shade washed over her but it did little to diminish the fury raging through her.

“If you don’t let me go, I’ll scream bloody murder.” A lot good that would do out here in the middle of nowhere.

“You scream and the Death Valley Boys will be fucking you by sundown.”