Part 16 (2/2)

The tallest Yellow Hair paled. ”The G.o.ddess of Freedom mates with males? 'Tis not allowed!”

”Are you questioning the G.o.ddess?” Kinley's voice turned cold as ice. ”I do as I wish. I am the one who set all these rules, remember? Am I not ent.i.tled to change them? Especially for myself?”

Well done, Kinley. Well done.

”As I told you earlier, I hit my head. I forgot who I was. In order to blend in with the others and avoid questions, I colored my hair brown. Thankfully you were able to supply me with a color that is close to my original. Soon it will grow out and you will see that I am a Yellow Hair as you all,” she spoke so confidently Blackie swore he would come just from the strength she exuded.

”I know how to enjoy a male's body. It brings me pleasure, but I do not allow it to curtail my decisions. I have decided you may have the male for your virgin dance and f.u.c.king ceremonies.”

Cold hatred shattered Blackie's heart. He glared at her as she strolled into his view.

Her brown hair had been colored pure yellow and braided into hundreds of small braids. They had dressed her in a filmy, white dress that accented her generous b.r.e.a.s.t.s and illuminated her curvy hips.

He swallowed as carnal desire overwhelmed him. He wanted her. Wanted her more than anything. She would be his.

He needed to escape. Needed to be with her.

She moved in front of him. To his surprise, she reached out and took his engorged c.o.c.k in her hand. She squeezed gently, tenderly. The intimate touch scorched flames of desire though him to the point where he moaned. Satisfaction flashed in her eyes and he suddenly understood. She had been his captive and now he was to be hers.

”Bring him to my shelter. Tend to his wound and prepare him for me. Bind him with the c.o.c.k ring as per our traditions. I will be there shortly.” Kinley spoke with an authority he had not yet seen in her. Three women leapt to do her bidding. She let go of his c.o.c.k, a smug smile on her pretty face as she maintained eye contact with him.

”I will give him to you in the morning. Until then, I will bless him with my sacred channel and you virgins will be special when you become women.”

You b.i.t.c.h.

He wanted to shout it at her, but the words would only make her smile much more smugly.

The excited chatter of the young females made Blackie uneasy. He hoped Kinley knew what she was doing. He had to believe she had a plan for them to escape, because if she didn't, he was a very dead male.

Chapter Nine.

Kinley's heart pounded a mile a minute as she stood ready to enter the shelter the leader of the Yellow Hairs had a.s.signed her. The building was a cone-shaped wigwam covered by a patchwork of hides, woven gra.s.s mats and evergreen boughs.

She'd wanted to get to Blackie as soon as possible after finding him tied to a tree limb-those blond b.i.t.c.hes' hands trailing over his body-but the women had insisted she attend a feast they had waiting for her. How the h.e.l.l could she refuse? After all, she'd somehow convinced them she was the G.o.ddess of Freedom-whoever the heck that was.

They'd served her all kinds of food. Charbroiled steaks and other meats, the flavors exploding so wonderfully against her taste buds she didn't dare ask what they were. For all she knew the meal could've been human. She didn't want to offend them or tip them off that she wasn't who they thought, so she ate the food and kept her mouth shut. But her ears did the work.

She listened intently to their free and easy conversations regarding the male they intended to f.u.c.k, kill and eat. In exactly that order. The Yellow Hairs were an interesting bunch to say the least, but she still couldn't wait to get back to Blackie.

”I will post two guards at this door tonight. If you require a.s.sistance in any way, let them know. They are at your disposal,” the leader of the Yellow Hairs said as Kinley readied to go inside her designated shelter.

s.h.i.+t!

The last thing she needed was guards.

”That won't be necessary,” Kinley insisted and opened the flap to the hide house-as the women referred to their shelters.

”Nonetheless, they will be here,” the tall one replied with a firmness that irritated Kinley. The leader annoyed her, hovering around like a starstruck fan.

”Then that would be greatly appreciated.” Not!

She entered the structure and found it quite dark. In the middle of the hide house orange coals glowed, heating the interior. For a moment, she allowed her eyes to grow used to the dimness and finally found Blackie.

Hot blood rushed through her as she spied white and realized a cloth bandage had been wrapped around Blackie's arm. Odd that they would listen to her and tend to his wound even when they were about to kill him.

Crazy, stupid b.i.t.c.hes!

He was tied to a post standing near the glowing coals. He was naked. And fully aroused. Outfitted with nipple clamps, a ball gag, c.o.c.k ring and a ball spreader. She creamed.

Oh my G.o.d!

He looked so d.a.m.n hot and p.i.s.sed off. If the glare he threw her way was any indication, if his eyes could speak, he would rip her a new a.s.shole.

”Looks like the shoe is on the other foot now,” she whispered smoothly and smirked...then s.h.i.+vered as his glare darkened. She creamed harder.

”It looks like you've gotten yourself into a pickle.” She dropped her gaze to his engorged c.o.c.k, trapped by the c.o.c.k ring.

”A nice big pickle I'd love to get a taste of.” She trembled as erotic ideas scampered through her mind. Ideas she shouldn't be thinking about at a time like this. His eyes widened and he groaned as she traced a finger around the tight c.o.c.k ring.

”I wonder if this hurts. Or maybe this c.o.c.k ring is giving you so much pleasure, you simply can't stand it.”

His mouth tightened around the ball gag, completely giving him away.

”I've done my research on what Pa.s.sion Poison does once a male is infected, my nice big male,” she teased. She stroked her fingers in feather-like brushes up and down the length of his heated shaft until he was writhing and moaning.

”Pain turns to pleasure and pleasure is merely doubled at a female's touch,” she whispered. She moved closer to him, allowing her entire body to run erotically against his nakedness. He was hot, his flesh wet with perspiration and creating heat waves against her as she rubbed her nipples against the tips of his nipple clamps. He glared harder and moaned.

His tortured voice seeped into her bloodstream, making her even hotter for him. Oh yeah, she wanted to hear him speak. Wanted his anger to burn through her. She liked it when he was p.i.s.sed off at her. Reaching up, she undid the ball gag and let it drop away.

”A plan. What is it?” he muttered gutturally as she continued to stroke his swollen shaft.

”We'll figure one out, I'm sure.”

His breathing intensified as she whispered her fingers over his s.c.r.o.t.u.m.

”Feels good doesn't it, my male slave? To have pleasure build through your body and being unable to attain the release you crave so desperately.” Her voice was strangled, aroused as she spoke. Her breaths came faster and raspier as she pushed her lower abdomen against his solid erection. She smelled her arousal, a scent heavy with spice and antic.i.p.ation as she creamed harder.

Oh d.a.m.n, she needed him so freaking bad it hurt. Why did seeing him tied up like this, with his c.o.c.k swollen so badly from the c.o.c.k ring, turn her on so bad? His lips tightened as she feathered her fingers up his naked waist, clasped his flesh and held him there. Swaying her hips, she brushed herself against his thick c.o.c.k, giving him light, teasing touches as she danced. She had until morning to figure out what to do. A little bit of action to alleviate this need for him would help.

His eyes blazed with a fierce l.u.s.t, something she was fairly sure she'd never seen before in a man's eyes.

He licked his lips and leaned nearer to her. She moved toward him and whimpered as his lips touched hers. His mouth was warm and firm yet yielding as he kissed her. He tugged at the ropes as if trying to kiss her harder. Boldly, she stroked his lips with her tongue and every muscle in his body tensed and s.h.i.+vered. Her own blistering need brought her to the edge of control.

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