Captive Heroes

by Springer, Jan

  Have mercy. She wanted him to start fucking her instead of masturbating. But he wanted another show like last night and she would give him one.

  She began a slow rub over her nipples and between her thighs at the same time.

  Oh yeah, this is good.

  Intense pleasure slipped into her body and, from the quick way his erection continued to grow with a web of veins, he was mighty pleased too.

  He continued washing the plug, glancing at her every now and then, his erection twitching and the muscles in his jaw jumping. Obviously he had self-control. More than she did, that’s for sure, because if he were playing with himself in front of her she’d want to fuck.

  As her arousal grew, it gripped her, pulsed through her. She gyrated her hips, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She panted as heat whipped into her body with a frenzy, making her tighten with awareness and pleasure. Taylor moved about the room. He fiddled with something on the windowsill, and then he came to stand in front of her.

  She forced herself to open her eyes. Yep, he stood right here and lust flushed his face, probably just as red as hers had been earlier. He palmed his huge scrotum with one hand, squeezing and twisting his swollen flesh. With his other hand, he stroked and squeezed the length of his engorged cock.

  Need slammed through her. She rubbed her nipples harder, massaged her clit with a desperate firmness. She wanted him buried deep inside her.

  When he let go of his cock, he held out his hands to her. She grabbed his fingers and he pulled her up so she stood in front of him. Letting go of his hands, she wrapped her fingers around his massive cock, loving the erotic way his solid, scorching heat twitched against her palms. She moved closer to him, arching her hips, gasping as she brought his swollen length into her creamed vagina.

  Oh so big. Yummy big.

  Letting go of his shaft, she grabbed his shoulders and held tight as he thrust and impaled her quickly and firmly, making her gasp at the wicked impact of his cock buried inside her and the erotic force of his hips crashing into hers.

  “Last night I thought I was not ready. I was wrong,” he murmured as he grabbed her hips and held tight.

  She moaned at the sultry shivers as he bucked in and out of her pussy in long, deep strokes. He held her hips firmly and they both looked down to watch as their bodies joined and convulsed in the tense pleasure. He moved his hips, withdrawing from her, and then slid into her again, the pressure of his swollen length pushing and spreading her vaginal muscles. His slow strokes had her yearning for a faster rhythm but he needed to be careful due to his wound.

  She cried out in surprise as his hands slipped off her hips to cup her ass, lifting her while she was impaled on him. She hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, instinctively knowing he wanted to carry her. He did, to a far wall near the fireplace where he pushed her back against the rough wood. She dropped her legs and stood, her thighs quivering as he withdrew and, using the wall to brace her, slammed into her again.

  He took her mouth, hard and fast, his kiss intent, his tongue dashing past her lips and zipping into her. Their tongues met, dueled and embraced in an erotic dance of exploration. God, he had a nice hot, firm tongue that really made her heady.

  He kept driving into her, longer strokes now. Plunges that created an awesome suctioning and a sweet, spasming tightness within her. His deep thrusts sent more quivering tremors searing into her pussy and her vagina clenched lovingly around his cock.

  The stirrings of an orgasm snapped into her like a battering ram, tearing a cry from her lips and ripping an animalistic groan from him. He drove harder and she gasped at the intensity as he seemed to go deeper and deeper with every plunge.

  She bucked against him, her mind wild with anticipation of the oncoming climax. And then suddenly she was there, the orgasm exploding through her like a rocket.

  He fucked her with increasing power, bringing her deeper into the erotic convulsive shudders tugging her apart—body, mind and soul. She moved faster and harder, crashing against him with his every deep thrust, and was quickly carried away in a current of exquisite pleasure.

  Somewhere far away, she heard him cry out his own release and hot jets of sperm spurted deep inside her. This time she didn’t care if he would make her pregnant or give her some disease. This time, she trusted him…and trusting him made all the difference.

  * * * * *

  Pleasure still burst in Kayla’s eyes as Taylor withdrew from her following her third orgasm. Her face was flushed pink, her hair tangled with a wildness he really liked and her body looked so beautiful. Her breasts heaved with every tortured breath and her inner thighs continued to shiver as he placed her on the bed. She reached out to him but he shook his head. Frustration snapped through her eyes and he smiled at her, liking that she wanted him to take her again.

  “The plug,” he whispered. “I will insert the plug now.”

  A sliver of fear sliced into her eyes and then it disappeared, as if her increasing trust of him moved it aside. She was a virgin there and he would be gentle. He would need to wait to take her there, but he would wait until her muscles grew accustomed to the plug. He wasn’t sure how long he could wait though. He wanted to be with her, over and over again. Just with her.

  In her. Everywhere. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass.

  Taylor padded to where he’d placed the plug to dry—on a clean piece of weave upon the windowsill in the sunshine. He would insert it, and then he would fuck her until she fell asleep in his arms.

  He just could not believe that he, Taylor, wanted only this woman. During his life as a slave he had preferred taking several females during sex. Although he had never enjoyed being commanded by the women, he did find it enjoyable having sex with more than one at the same time. He performed better sexually that way and was given that luxury when he was sent to Brothel Town.

  But those urges were gone. And they would never return as long as she was with him.

  As he approached her, her beautiful eyes flashed with a need for more sex. Her hands played with her nipples, her knees were up and her legs were spread, giving him a juicy glimpse of her engorged clit and labia and the wetness from his earlier visits.

  His body felt unbelievably taut as he looked down at her, splayed out on the bed. His cock screamed at him to climb onto her and plunge himself into her tight, wet sheath, to give her more of the pleasure she enjoyed. But he held off. She needed to be readied or he would hurt her.

  He’d fucked many females in the ass, but never a virgin. Other females took virgin females in the ass themselves first with the help of their abundant sex toys. The women who enjoyed anal sex had come to him well-versed in the art. He looked forward to introducing Kayla to this type of sex, for it was quite different than vaginal.

  “Turn over and raise your hips,” he instructed as he stood over her.

  She played with her nipples for a few more seconds, her eyes glazed with lust as she looked up at him. Then finally, as if registering what he commanded from her, she moaned softly and turned over, getting into the position he wished.

  Reaching into a nearby basket, he lifted a wooden container that held a concoction he’d made early this morning while she’d slept. It was a thick, slippery material, a safe substance from the roots of plants the males in Death Valley made in order to lube their females.

  Dipping his fingers into the soft salve, he held his breath as he instructed her to pull her ass cheeks apart. She did and Taylor moaned softly at the sight of the tight ring of muscles and the tiny hole in the middle.

  His cock clenched with need and he shuddered with excitement. She would be tight. So tight. And he would be her first male for anal sex.

  He slid a lubed finger against her hole and she tensed. A whimper of fear escaped her lips. Understandable. This would be foreign to her.

  “You have nothing to fear, my beautiful female.” He spoke to her in the softest of whispers, knowing it would soothe her. “It may be uncomfortable a little at first.
But then your muscles will stretch to accommodate it. Later I will explain the caring of the plug and how and when you will clean it.”

  Her breaths were coming faster with excitement. She nodded jerkily, said nothing.

  “When the plug has stretched you, then I will fuck you there,” he said.

  “How…how long?”

  “Perhaps by the eve of tomorrow.”

  She nodded again and her eyelids fluttered. Ah yes, she was heavy with lust. Lust, fear and anticipation of what was to come.

  “You will do well to calm your body as I insert the plug. It will be easier on you,” he said, and slowly pressed his lubed finger against her tight muscles.

  She moaned softly as he pushed. Then he was inside her very sweet ass. He explored her gently, tenderly, moving his finger in slowly. As he explored her tightness, his cock raged with arousal and the eagerness of penetrating her. She would be the tightest female he had ever taken. The idea rocked him to his core.

  Withdrawing gently, he dipped more lube onto his finger and inserted it into her. He did this several times before entering her with two fingers.

  Her ass muscles responded, clasping his generously lubed fingers. Taylor couldn’t help but grit his teeth and groan at the persistent throbbing in his cock and swollen balls. He needed to hurry and complete his preparation or he would come before he was even finished.

  * * * * *

  The erotic way his fingers explored her back end had Kayla biting her bottom lip. The pressure was immense and the tightness within her body almost unbearable as new tremors shimmered to life and raced through her. She’d never experienced such fullness before. It was mind-boggling, to say the least. Frightening too, but she trusted him.

  He explored her with such gentleness she once again wondered how a big guy like him, her Tarzan with a limp, could be so tender. Yet here she was, splayed out naked with his fingers dipping in and out of her rear end. If anyone would have told her she would be allowing a guy to do this to her—a guy from another planet and on another planet—she would have said they were freaking crazy.

  “Easy now. I am to insert the plug,” he said with such softness her trust increased. He truly did seem concerned about her uneasiness in this situation.

  Despite his earlier advice to stay relaxed, she couldn’t help but remain tense. Her breath halted in her throat as the flared head of the plug pushed against her sphincter.

  Oh my!

  Dare she say the plug was too big? And didn’t he say he would be bigger?

  Her heart began a mad pounding as the lubed plug continued its descent to impale her.

  “It will only take a short time,” he reassured.

  To her surprise, she was creaming between her thighs and she couldn’t wait for him to finish so he could turn her over and take her.

  Wow. She was turning into her sexually adventurous sister Kinley, wasn’t she?

  Kayla chuckled to herself, but then her thoughts all came crashing back to the one pinpoint of her existence. To what he was doing to her back there.

  The toy extended her anal muscles, making her moan at the interesting bite of pain stretching into her. The pain quickly mingled with an exquisite arousal that had her gasping.

  “Almost completed,” he whispered.

  She whimpered as the pressure merely intensified. He must have been at the middle of the plug and she braced herself for a little while longer.

  This better be worth it!

  Quivers cascaded through her bottom, tormenting her and leaving her dazed with awe.

  Finally the insertion stopped, greeting her with an awesome fullness that actually wasn’t half bad.

  “It is complete,” he replied with pride. “You will be mine.”

  She exhaled freely, grateful it was indeed over. It was kind of neat that he was thinking she would be his. She wanted to turn herself around, but obviously he had other ideas as his hot hands cradled her ass cheeks. He held her tenderly, the heat of his palms scorching her flesh. He pressed gently against her ass, which made the plug go deeper into her.

  She blew out a tense breath, wanting him to touch her a little lower. Since the plug was fully lodged and she was starting to get used to the interesting fullness, her pussy needed some tender loving care. The bed dipped down between her legs. What was he up to?

  “Your ass is the most beautiful of all females I have been with,” he boasted.

  Kayla frowned as a touch of anger flared through her. “Didn’t anyone teach you it is bad etiquette to speak about other women when you are with one?”

  Taylor chuckled and smoothed those calloused palms over her cheeks. Hmmm…such a tender caress.

  “Touching me like that will get you forgiven for pretty much anything,” she murmured.

  “And how about like this?”

  A moist butterfly kiss tickled her left ass cheek.

  “Hmmm…this is nice,” she replied, melting beneath several more such kisses.

  “Perhaps if you lift your ass up and place your knees beneath your tummy, I will take you from behind while you lie here.”

  Perhaps? This sudden bout of gentlemanly manners must be the sex slave in him coming out.

  She did as he suggested, her pussy creaming all the way, the plug nudging and prodding in her ass as she climbed into a crouched position. Keeping her breasts and head down against the mat, she eagerly anticipated his arrival from behind. To her surprise, instead of him impaling her, his hot breath breezed against her clit.

  Oh wow, he was going to go down on her!

  Her dazed senses snapped to attention as his hot mouth fused over her pussy, his tongue dashing inside her vagina about an inch or so. She moaned as he stroked his tongue against her G-spot.

  She tightened her thighs against his head, aching for firmer pressure. He nuzzled his upper lip against her clit and pressed up and down very slowly while the tip of his tongue continued to poke her G-spot. The dual touching unleashed an array of exquisite shivers that had her panting and moaning.

  My, oh my, but the man had a talented mouth.

  Her thighs trembled and her pussy clenched around his tongue as he continued his delicious assault.

  When she swore she could take no more…when she swore she was going to scream if he didn’t take her, he stopped. The bed moved as he got into position behind her. She gasped as his hot hands slid beneath her shuddering thighs. He lifted her just high enough so he could enter her with his cock.

  She cried out as he slowly pushed his shaft into her vagina. Due to the fullness of the butt plug, she was ultra-snug for him. She luxuriated in every animalistic, appreciative groan from him and loved every elevated vein in his cock as he stretched into her wet pussy.

  “Very…nice,” he ground out as he impaled her.

  Wow, very full.

  She gasped around the intensity of being double penetrated.

  She cried out and arched into him as he withdrew and slid into her again. This time he came in a little harder and firmer.

  He stopped, his breathing heavy and raspy. “Easy,” he whispered after a moment.

  She wasn’t sure if he was talking to himself or her, but she instinctively struggled to relax. Although how could she loosen up with such a huge plug and shaft inside her?

  When she forced herself to calm down a little and accept his intrusion, he began moving in and out, building to a fast pistoning rhythm that created a magnetic friction against her already sensitive clit and G-spot.

  Naughty fire erupted and sizzled through her. She clutched the mat beneath her and held on tight as the bed moved back and forth while he thrust and fucked her. His hard, driving rhythm quickly had her body tightening and in a few seconds pleasure rocked her. She careened easily into an explosive orgasm, her entire body torn by shudders and convulsions.

  She scrunched her eyes tighter and sharp, hot tingles sparkled and embraced her body as he continued thrusting into her. His erotic moans intoxicated her and the hot slide of his cock in
and out of her was a perfect possession.

  Gosh, this guy was so good.

  Lust tightened her thighs even more and she fell headlong into another climax. It gripped her, held her, and then Taylor cried out into his own release, the sensual groan so intense it rocked straight into her core.

  Afterward, as their shudders slowed and their breathing relaxed, he kept his cock buried deep inside her. Rolling them over onto their sides, his strong, warm arms embraced her and he nuzzled his face erotically against her neck.

  They slept.

  Chapter Twelve

  Blackie stared wide-eyed at the items he’d created from the computer menus Kinley had taught him how to use. Astonishment, excitement and a tinge of fear zipped through him. Exactly how was the spaceship “replicator”, as Kinley called it, able to create such furniture by merely pressing buttons?

  It was truly amazing.

  A crack of thunder shook the metal floor beneath his feet, but Blackie ignored it. The hammering of his heart was way louder and more intense than the mere bad weather raging outside. The agonizing pleasure slicing painfully into his skin—into his entire body for that matter—was fiercer than any storm. He was in the middle of his own violent squall of sexual need, and with every passing minute he struggled to keep himself focused on the task.

  His darkest fantasy now stood in front of him. Its metal parts gleamed magnificently amid the flickering flames thrown off by the array of slender pink and black candles he’d positioned in glass candleholders on various shelves in the room. Beneath his creation, he’d placed a white plush floor mat that would be soft and warm beneath her feet. From where she would sit on the machine, she could view the beautiful flickering candles. As she looked up to the ceiling, she would see the giant glass reflector he had placed there and be able to watch everything he did to her.

  Blackie inhaled a deep, steadying breath and nodded his satisfaction. The room was actually a part of the broken-apart spaceship. A sheltered nook behind some smooth, white walls, which—according to Kinley—housed the computers that had once made this ship fly in the sky, and where the energy came from that created these items for his fantasy.