Pleasure Bound - Complete (70 page)

Jarod had been right. They had outfitted Jasmine with an anal ring.

Jasmine entered the cage next door with Blackie right behind her.

He lay down on the narrow cot, his long powerful legs widespread and outstretched. His arms bulged beautifully as he clamped them beneath his neck and watched Jasmine begin her sensual massage on him.

Piper didn’t know if it was appropriate or bad manners to watch, but what they were doing here certainly wasn’t the best etiquette so she decided this was the perfect opportunity to see what Jasmine had done to Jarod.

She did exactly the same thing as she’d done to her.

Starting at the toes, massaging his feet, ankles, muscular legs, thighs.

When Jasmine poured the sensual oil upon Blackie’s swollen testicles, he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. “Jasmine, you are the best.”

She smiled softly at him.

Her big breasts jiggled sensuously as her fingers kneaded his oil-shined scrotum.

A low groan rumbled somewhere deep in his chest.

Piper watched as his cock grew even larger beneath Jasmine’s fingers. Veins pulsed. His flesh shaded a deep purple.

Have mercy but he was just as big as Jarod.

Arousal shifted through Piper at the erotic sight. She envisioned Jarod lying on the bed with Jasmine’s fingers toying with his cock.

Had Jarod’s cock pulsed beneath the woman’s hands? Had his balls swelled as big and hard-looking as Blackie’s?

Piper swallowed back a strangled sob, and tried to stem the tide of arousal shifting through her hot body as she watched Jasmine’s head lower. She opened her mouth.

Clenching her teeth with frustration, Piper watched as Blackie’s swollen mushroom-shaped head slipped between Jasmine’s eager, full lips.

Had Jasmine done this to Jarod?

Oh, man, she was really being stupid about all this. She’d had sexual intercourse with Jarod once, and she was already thinking of him as her man.

She needed to get a reality check.

The erotic sounds of Jasmine sucking on Blackie’s cock brought back memories of that one night she’d done the same thing to Jarod.

God, they’d been so hot for each other. She’d thought for sure he would have taken her right then and there up against the wall of the tree house.

The anger in his eye had surprised her but now she finally understood.

Jarod had been a sex slave. Raised from childhood to be one.

From what the women who’d given her a bath had said, men had been kept in cages similar to this one almost their entire life.

Women had told Jarod what to do. Women had demanded sex from him. And a woman named Cath along with others had tortured him.

God! How he must hate women for making his life a living hell.

Yet, he didn’t hate
her
. He’d come looking for her when she’d struck out from the tree house on her own. He’d saved her by throwing her behind the bushes seconds before those Death Valley Boys had shown up in the graveyard. He’d dragged her out of that cemetery telling her it was too dangerous to go through it.

He wouldn’t do that if he didn’t care about her.

At the erotic sounds of Blackie’s groans, Piper’s fingers slid between her drenched thighs and began a slow rub on her puffy clitoris.

She was ultra-sensitive from Jasmine’s sensual touches and the oil she’d covered her body with, and it didn’t take her long before her breath grew heavy and exquisite sensations began unraveling throughout her body.

From the cage next door, she watched Jasmine release his enlarged cock from her mouth and climb onto the bed. Straddling her legs on each side of Blackie’s torso, she lowered herself slowly.

Piper cried out at the sight of his swollen cock disappearing between Jasmine’s large pussy folds. Jasmine sucked in a harsh breath and then let herself go, impaling her drenched pussy onto Blackie.

Carnal sensations whipped around Piper as she watched Jasmine’s full hips gyrate.

Piper’s slippery fingers continued rubbing her soaked clit. Her other hand smoothed over her hard breasts and she grabbed onto one of her nipple clamps.

She bit her bottom lip at the sweet pain blossoming there as she twisted the metal.

From the other cage, Blackie’s erotic groans rippled through the air, followed by Jasmine’s soft cries of arousal. The sucking sound of her pussy enveloping his rigid flesh as she drove her hips against him zapped through the air.

Piper in turn pictured herself pumping her hips against Jarod, her hot vagina encircling Jarod’s thick cock. His swollen balls slapping hard against her quivering flesh as he thrust into her, impaling her against that tree.

Piper spread her legs wider, her fingers moving faster over her slippery swollen clitoris.

The sweet sensations broke free from her in a gasp.

She rode her hand hard, pretending it was Jarod. Pretending that he was fucking her so hard, he was making her scream.

Erotic pleasure cascaded over her in silver streaks making Piper grimace as the fantastic orgasm consumed her.

Her hips gyrated.

Her breasts bounced back and forth.

Her mouth fell open allowing her aroused gasps to escape her feverish body.

Oh
,
God
!
Jarod
,
where are you
? her mind cried out as the vibrations of pleasure swirled all around her.

The sensations felt so good. Oh, yes, so good.

But she wished Jarod was here fucking her. Wished he’d win the fight and would take her in front of all those people.

“Jarod!” she cried out into her cage as she came hard. “Oh, God! Jarod!”

Her body shook with the pleasure.

Her mind cried at the loss of Jarod not being here to share this fantastic orgasm with her.

When the climax drifted away, she was surprised to hear silence permeate the room.

Wearily, she turned her head.

Both Jasmine and Blackie, who’d completed their fucking session, their bodies drenched in perspiration, were staring at her with wondrous looks on their faces.

Oh, God!

She’d just masturbated in front of these two.

As if Blackie was thinking the same thing, he grinned lustily at her. “Good practice for later.”

She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but didn’t think that would go over too well.

At that moment, she wished she had a blanket to cover herself.

She didn’t. So she merely gave him the middle finger when he returned his attention to watching Jasmine’s breasts sway as she remained impaled on his rod and picked up where she’d left off and began massaging the oil into Blackie’s belly.

* * * * *

Jarod’s heart pounded violently when he saw them bring Piper to the side of the area where the fight was to take place.

They’d taken her clothing and greased her sensual curves making her look like a goddess.

He reined in his anger as he noted the men’s lusty gazes riveted to her nakedness. She wore golden nipple clamps with chains. Her pussy was shaven and gold glinted down there. Obviously, she’d been fitted with labial clamps as well.

Her hair was swept off her neck and piled prettily on top of her head. And someone had also drawn intricate black designs upon her back and shoulders. The traditional designs were made from charcoal and given to a female after two males have agreed to fight over her.

The swirls of feathers, leaves and birds made Jarod’s heart pound faster and gave the fight for her even more meaning. She looked sensual in the designs.  

But she also looked scared. And she looked absolutely ravenous.

He
had
to win this fight. Needed to make sure the other men didn’t touch her. He needed her for himself.

A cheer went up through the crowd and Jarod forced himself to look away from Piper, and discovered Blackie entering the fight ring.

The fight was about to begin.

Blackie wore nothing but the traditional fighting breechclout, an ultra-thick material that helped protect a Death Valley male’s cock and balls during a fight. The cloth barely hid his swollen sex. Obviously, he was aroused and thinking that in Jarod’s weakened condition, he’d have a good chance to win the fight.

Blackie’s body glistened with oil as well, illuminating the bunched muscles in his legs as he walked confidently into the middle of the ring where Jarod stood.

Jarod nodded a greeting.

“You still have a chance to change your mind, Jarod. You aren’t in your best form for a fight,” Blackie said quietly, so that only the two of them heard. “You can concede to me and I’ll be gentle with her, train her for the other men.”

“She’s mine,” Jarod stated firmly.

Blackie nodded.

Jarod kept his gaze on Blackie, and waited for the signal.

When it came, Jarod was ready.

Ducking a quick swing from Blackie, he kneed him in the solar plexus. His opponent doubled over, and Jarod clubbed him with clasped hands on the back of his neck.

Blackie fell to his knees with a grunt, but before Jarod could escape, Blackie grabbed him by the hips, pushing Jarod down onto his back. Blackie came barreling down on top of him, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

The men cheered.

Blackie grinned, “Easy win.”

Fury raged inside Jarod and he hissed coldly, “For me.”

With a cry of anger, Jarod bumped his forehead against Blackie’s face with all his might.

Pain lunged through Jarod’s head and stars exploded behind his eye. A loud crack rippled through the air as Blackie’s nose broke.

Jarod winced at his old friend’s anguished cry, but there was no time for compassion.

The instant he felt a shift in Blackie’s weight, Jarod pushed him aside and scrambled to his feet.

The crowd booed.

Despite the pain Blackie must be feeling, he rolled easily to his feet.

The crowd roared.

Swaying, Blackie grinned at him, and wiped away a string of blood that dribbled from his nose.

“The woman must be a good fuck,” Blackie said softly, so only the two men could hear.

“She’s worth fighting for.”

“I agree.”

“You’ll not get her,” Jarod warned.

“We’ll see.”

They circled around each other until the crowd grew restless.

Jarod could feel the weakness seeping slowly into his body as the evening heat scrambled into his pores. Sweat popped out on his back and dribbled into his eye. He blinked it away quickly.

He wouldn’t be able to fight too much longer. It was time to put an end to this nonsense, and he knew exactly how to do it.

He accepted a few quick jabs from Blackie.

Then went in for the kill.

Blackie had a bad shoulder. If he twisted it just right…

Strangely enough, it was easy grabbing him by his bad arm, almost as if he’d been expecting Jarod to do it.

He didn’t have time to think about his good fortune, though, and with a mighty twist and a quick yank the deed was done.

Jarod winced as Blackie howled with pain.

With Blackie’s arm now hanging uselessly at his side, Jarod gave him the final blow by tripping him.

He fell to the ground and dust sprung up around them. In a flash, Jarod knelt onto Blackie’s chest, pushing hard and preventing him from getting up.

“Do you yield?” he yelled at his fallen opponent.

“I yield!” Blackie shouted, and grimaced with pain.

To Jarod’s surprise, the crowd cheered.

He smiled.

He had won the fight.

Gazing over at Piper, Jarod’s smile froze when he saw Eric holding her in his grasp, a knife to her neck.

The crowd stilled.

“You have won the fight, Jarod. And now you must claim her in front of all to see. It is tradition.”

Jarod nodded in agreement. He could only hope that Piper understood the way of the Death Valley Boys and wouldn’t hate him when all was over.

* * * * *

Keep calm
.
That’s all you
have to do
.
Just keep your cool
, Piper told herself as she felt the cool blade of the knife pressed against her neck.

When Jasmine had finished with Blackie and returned to finish preparing Piper for the winner, she’d explained everything that Piper should expect after the fight.

Despite the fact she knew what was expected of her, Piper had still been shocked to be paraded naked in front of so many men.

Although it was obviously quite common here, this stuff just didn’t happen back on Earth. She had to repeat it to herself over and over that she was millions of miles from home, and these men were used to seeing women naked. They were runaway sex slaves, for heaven’s sake.