Ecstasy Bound

by Kerce, Ruth D.

  Their beginning had been atypical to say the least. But from the first time he’d seen her in the Lair, he had known she was special. His thoughts drifted back to that first meeting…

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  At the sound of the heavy silver-white door sliding open, Briggs turned, still holding a chair he’d been about to throw across the room. A woman stepped inside the chamber and hit a button on the wall. With a soft whirr, the panel eased closed, locking her in with him and the other two women in the room.

  He stood naked before her and looked her dead in the eye. Whatever they had done to him was causing chaos in his system. He couldn’t think straight. His thoughts centered solely on sex and he had little control over his actions.

  This woman who had entered was different than the other two. More sexual. He could sense it. And he wanted her. He wanted her to feel his cock in her cunt, wanted her to submit to him. When he saw her nipples harden beneath her uniform, he knew she was affected by him, by his naked body. Perspiration even dotted her skin. It took every ounce of strength he had not to release the chair, grab her by her long hair and plunge his cock inside her cunt.

  As she stared at him, her gaze lowered to the dark hair on his chest. Then to his crotch. Semi-hard, in his anger and desire, his purplish-red cock stood thick and long.

  Her tongue eased out to moisten her bottom lip.

  He growled low in his throat. Oh yes. She wanted to fuck. She wanted him.

  At the sound he made, her gaze snapped up to his.

  Briggs put down the slat-backed metal chair he was holding. His breathing remained labored. His nostrils flared. His hands opened and closed, forming fists, then his fingers stretched to their full length, only to curl back into tight fists once again. He had to maintain control as best as he could.

  She looked toward the two females on the far side of the room, standing warily in the corner. “Where is your Class 1 leader?” she asked.

  “We don’t have one, ma’am,” the short blonde-haired one answered.

  “Explain.”

  “Tara Koll was our trainer. We haven’t been reassigned yet.”

  With a nod, she looked back at him. “We’re here to help you,” she told him, speaking slowly as if he might have trouble understanding her.

  He understood her words, but still felt like a trapped, enraged animal stuck in some sort of breeder cycle and unable to get relief.

  “I know you’re feeling like your insides are being torn apart. We can help, if you let us. I’m going to approach you,” she said in a calm voice.

  “Ma’am,” the blonde warned, “that’s not a good idea. We’re unable to call for medical help should he injure you.”

  “It’ll be fine.” With a soft smile, she looked at him and slowly stepped forward.

  “You’re not going to hurt me, are you, Colonel?”

  The use of his rank surprised him and calmed him somewhat. She knew who he was. But who was she? She wore a uniform, different than the others. Carefully, she reached her hand toward him.

  In a flash, he grabbed her outstretched hand and yanked her against his chest. Oh, her body felt good against his bare skin.

  “Brianna!” the red-haired female shouted.

  “It’s all right,” she replied calmly to the two women who’d started toward them, ready to defend her. “Stay back.” She looked up at him. “See. No retaliation. We won’t hurt you, if you don’t hurt us.” She hadn’t countered his move, hadn’t tried to get away.

  His gaze darted toward the blonde and redhead, then back at her. “What…” He kept swallowing, having trouble speaking. “What’s happening?” he growled. He wanted answers.

  “I don’t know the details of why you’re here, Colonel, but what we call an Initiation has been started on you. It’s a sexual process used to protect Warriors and Breeders from diseases and poisons, and also to prepare the body for mating purposes.”

  His brow arched at the term “sexual process” and his eyes widened considerably at

  “mating purposes”. What had he gotten himself into?

  “Why an Earth man is being put through the rite, I don’t understand. Your procedure was ordered by a former leader, and the order was never cancelled. The chemicals we used have increased your sexual desire. You must allow us to finish the ceremony and sate you, or your mind might snap due to the imbalance now in your brain. That’s why you’re feeling confused.”

  “Sate me?”

  “Sexually.”

  A smile tugged at his lips. “You?” His cock almost exploded right there at the thought.

  “The three of us.”

  Again, his gaze darted toward the other two. He tried to clear his thoughts, knowing something wasn’t right here. His hold tightened around her waist. “You’re lying. This is a…military facility. Not some sort of…brothel.” His words came out roughly, not flowing in a normal tone. Another side-effect of the chemicals they’d given him?

  She leaned into him, relaxing against his torso. He could feel her nipples through her uniform and he almost groaned. Her lips brushed his bare chest, as if by accident.

  But her move was no accident. He’d bet on it. Her tongue eased out to caress his skin.

  At the moist contact, he jerked. And moaned. He couldn’t stop himself, though he tried to cover the sound with a forced cough.

  “Your body needs us,” she explained. “Let me go.” Her voice lowered. “Let me suck your cock, Colonel.”

  His body immediately tightened. He wanted her to suck his cock. Wanted it bad.

  “Sam…please. I feel your need.”

  The use of his given name finally crumpled his defenses. “Oh, fucking yeah,” he groaned, pushing her down to her knees. “Do it.”

  Briggs caressed her rich brown hair as she kneeled in front of him. She was a real beauty, with incredible green eyes. Brianna, one of the females had called her. From her take-charge manner and the way she’d spoken to the other two women, as well as her uniform, he assumed her to be of some higher rank or command around here.

  They’d given him something in a drink he’d sipped earlier. He was certain. Since then, his body had felt on fire…for sex, and now this woman wanted to suck his cock.

  He wasn’t about to refuse.

  Brianna lightly raked her nails down the back of his thighs.

  The pleasure almost dropped him to his knees. If this was some way to get military secrets out of him, she performed her job well. He wasn’t about to reveal anything—

  other than what was already authorized through the ACE project, no matter what she did. But he couldn’t stop his body from responding. His cock ached and he craved to feel her mouth sucking the blunt tip and sliding over his shaft. “Yeah, baby…” he mumbled. He saw a small smile cross her face.

  Brianna’s hand circled his shaft. Oh, yeah. Briggs watched her closely. His shaft was so thick that her fingers didn’t meet, making him feel a sense of pride in his size. She glanced up at him with that sexy smile of hers. Then very slowly, her tongue eased out and swiped across the wide head of his cock, licking away some clear drops of pre-cum.

  Unable to stop himself, he growled and tangled his hand in her hair. “If you’re going to suck it, suck it!” He wasn’t about to act submissive or show weakness with these women—this woman in particular. If she intended to eat his cock, he wanted her to get on with it. He’d happily come right down her gorgeous throat.

  Suddenly, he felt a hand on his ass, not one of hers. He glanced behind him as best he could. The blonde had knelt next to his hip. When her lips touched his ass cheek and her tongue stroked his flesh, he closed his eyes. Damn. If this was their chosen form of torture, he’d gladly sign up for more. He looked around for the red-haired woman. She was fiddling with some sort of case on the other side of the room.

  Brianna’s lips slid over his cock.

  “Oh, damn…” He looked down. She’d grabbed his full attention with that
move.

  “More. Take more of my dick. Now.” When she complied, sliding her mouth down a good additional three inches, he about lost it.

  The red-haired woman suddenly appeared at his side. He jerked, not having seen or heard her walk over, he’d been so focused on Brianna’s luscious mouth and seeming eagerness to please him. The redhead held a dildo in her hand and raised the object to his mouth.

  “Suck this, Colonel.”

  He pushed her arm away. He wasn’t sucking a dick, fake or otherwise.

  “The chemicals we gave you didn’t affect you properly,” she told him. “You need to do this.”

  “Get that thing away from me!” He had a woman eating his cock and another woman licking his ass. He saw no purpose in him sucking a dildo.

  Brianna released his cock and he groaned in disappointment. Damn, he’d been so close to coming. He’d wanted to come in her mouth and watch her swallow every drop of his juices. She rose and took the dildo from the other woman.

  As she smiled up at him, her fingers played with the hair on his chest. “There are many parts of this rite that may not appeal to an Earth man, unaccustomed to such ways.” Her voice was soft, seductive. “But I guarantee only pleasure.” She sucked the dildo into her mouth.

  At the sight of her sucking the long object, his cock twitched, ready to explode. He ached so badly.

  She slowly pulled the dildo out, then raised her lips to his. Unable to resist, he covered her sensual mouth with his and pushed his tongue inside. Oh, yes! She met him tongue to tongue, and made a sound very close to a purr.

  Caressing his cheek, she pulled away, then sucked just on the tip of the dildo, for only a moment, bringing the object closer to his mouth. She licked his lips then licked the fake cock once more, before turning back to him. His tongue eased out to touch hers, needing more of the taste of her. He wanted to fuck her. Now. Needed to fuck her.

  She angled the dildo and slid an inch inside his mouth.

  “That’s right, Colonel. Just a little.”

  Damn, he was doing it. Sucking a cock, albeit a fake one. What was happening to him? She stole all reason from his brain, leading him to do whatever it took simply to get more from her. He tasted…something on the dildo. Heat exploded inside him, different than before.

  Brianna nodded to the blonde, who rose from her knees and headed across the room.

  From the same case as the redhead had opened earlier, she produced another dildo, a thinner one this time. The blonde turned toward him and slowly approached. “Bend over, Colonel.”

  Bend over? He eyed the dildo in her hand. What the fuck? “Like hell!”

  “It’s part of the process, Colonel,” Brianna told him. “We need to fuck you anally.”

  “Too damn bad. You’re not fucking me in the ass with that cock, ladies. If you try, you’re liable to find it, along with my cock, shoved up your asses.”

  The blonde backed away, eyeing him warily.

  Giving him a look of frustration, Brianna planted her fists on her hips and looked him in the eye. “Why do Earth men whine like babies when it comes to anal penetration?”

  Briggs’ eyebrows rose to his hairline. “Excuse me? Whine?” He snorted. “I have never whined in my life.” Avoiding her gaze, he crossed his arms over his chest. “And I am not a baby,” he added in a low voice.

  Before she responded, an alarm echoed loudly in the chamber. His gaze met hers, and he wondered what was going on.

  She turned to the red-haired woman. “See if you can get in touch with the engineering team that is trying to cut us out of here. Tell them to step up their efforts, even if they have to bypass safety measures.”

  The female nodded and hit the open button beside the door.

  Brianna spoke to the blonde. “If I can get out of here, I’ll send Tara down to take my place.” She snatched a device off her belt. “Brianna to Command. Reply.”

  Briggs knew it was now or never. While she was distracted. He lunged forward and grabbed Brianna. He twirled her around, wrapping his arm around her neck.

  She dropped the device and it smashed to the floor. “Damn it,” she mumbled.

  “We’re through playing, ladies.” After the first initial rush of heat from the taste on the dildo, his mind had been slowly clearing. Apparently he’d fought off the chemicals they’d given him previously and this last set of chemicals had the exact opposite effect of what they’d hoped. Now, he needed to get out of there. He remembered. He knew his mission.

  “Let her go!” the blonde ordered. “Now!”

  “I believe I’m in control here,” he told her. “Back off, or I’ll break her neck.” A lie, but seemingly an effective one, for the blonde moved away.

  Brianna sighed, sounding put out by his words and actions, then her elbow jabbed backward, into his ribs.

  Ugh! He doubled over, and before he knew what was happening, she flipped him over her shoulder, onto the bed. Shit.

  She rubbed her neck. “Not smart, Colonel. I could have thrown you to the floor and injured you. And right now our Healers can’t get down here. Remember that.”

  He grunted, sitting up. Damn it all. His own stupid fault. He’d underestimated her.

  Well, he wouldn’t make that mistake again. The woman was well trained indeed.

  “I’ve got more important things to deal with than your pathetic attempt at escape or whatever your intention might have been.” She reached down and retrieved the device she’d dropped on the floor.

  “Pathetic?” Yes, he’d gone easy on her, not wanting to hurt her. But pathetic was a low blow.

  “He’s too clear-headed, Brianna,” the blonde replied, hands on her hips.

  “So, I see. His Earth physiology, no doubt. How do you feel, Colonel? We are officially at war, and I have troops to command, if you’re not in distress.”

  “War?” Had the countdown begun?

  “War. Check his stats,” she told the blonde. “If the fever is no longer affecting you, Colonel, I’m postponing this Initiation. I need to check into the project anyhow. Find out why you’re really here.”

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  And that had been that. He hadn’t gotten to fuck her, much to his disappointment.

  But he’d understood then and even more-so now that his mission came first. He would continue with the agreed upon experiments if they still needed his participation. And he’d follow Laszlo’s instructions, as were his orders. If it ever came to a choice, his ultimate loyalty would always lie with Earth. Specifically, with the United States military, no matter what.

  * * * * *

  Brianna scanned the room. The others were already present and seated, crowded around the white oval table in the center.

  Laszlo, the leader whom she’d always respected so much but had recently begun to doubt, stood at the head of the table, looking contemplative. Braden, her twin brother and next in command, sat on his right. She spotted Alexa, his breeder-mate, next to him.

  Alexa wasn’t a Warrior. She wasn’t supposed be here. Odd. She should be with her and Braden’s newly born triplets. Josella must be watching over them.

  Kam, Alexa’s half brother, sat next to her. His breeder-mate, Halah, who was Josella’s half sister, sat next to him. Pitch, a Class 2 Security Warrior, sat next to Halah.

  Erik, next in command after Braden, only one step higher than herself in the chain of command, sat on Laszlo’s left. Erik’s breeder-mate, Leila, a Healer, sat next to him.

  “Sorry I’m late.” Brianna headed toward her other brother, Torque, who sat next to Leila. Torque looked in as much pain as she was. More. Tara was his twin. She knew he’d suffered tremendously at her loss, even blamed himself for it. And nothing she’d said to him had made any difference. She feared the loss might even escalate his often unpredictable behavior to new levels.

  An empty chair—her chair, she assumed—was situated next to him. She sat down, feeling more than a little unsettled. Nobody s
poke, waiting for Laszlo to start the meeting.

  “Good. Now that we’re all here, we can begin,” Laszlo announced. “I regret what this war between myself and Daegal has caused. Over the years, we should have been able to find peace. But how does one negotiate peace with a man who craves ultimate power? The Elder Council did not intend this as the end result of their experiments. No one foresaw the dangers until it proved too late to stop.”

  “Elder Council?” Braden questioned. “I don’t understand. There was another ruling board besides our Xylon Council?”

  Brianna had been about to ask the same thing.

  Laszlo acknowledged the question with a nod. “The Elder Council was the ruling science, research and development board of Xylon, dissolved long ago. What they created started this conflict. Many generations ago, Xylon’s women began losing the ability to reproduce, as you know. Even harvesting women from other planets for breeding purposes, our race slowly began to die out. Unable to discover why our women were becoming more infertile each year, the people turned desperate for a solution.”

  Laszlo paced the small area between the end of the table and the wall. He rubbed his chin and his icy blue eyes took on a distant look. “Brilliant medical minds, all of the Elder Council members. They came up with the solution. Or so they thought. Super-breeders. Converting some of our still-fertile women into breeders, able to bear multiples with each pregnancy.” He paused and glanced briefly at Alexa.

  Brianna listened with interest. She knew about Super-breeders, of course. They all did. Alexa was one of them, a half-Earth woman harvested for breeding, then discovered as one of the rare breeders of multiples. Her newborn triplets proved her status.

  Brianna’s own mother had been a Super-breeder and she herself carried the gene.

  But the gene lay dormant in her system, so she was not one of the coveted bearers of multiples.