Colters revenge, p.12
Colter's Revenge, page 12
“I figure it’s best to get rid of her now. Before she reaches her menses and contracts the X-virus. Cheri is willing to take a chance she won’t die, and the money I’ll get for her is hardly worth laughing at. I can put it to good use.”
She could barely hear him above the roar in her head. She had to get away. Had to grab her daughter and escape. Escape from this madhouse. Escape from the general. She should have done it the instant she’d found out she was pregnant.
“At least let me say goodbye to her.”
“Not possible. I know you would do something stupid if I let you see her. You will remain locked in your room until I can arrange for her to be shipped off to Cheri. Truly, Ashley, I don’t know why you’re so upset. She wasn’t yours to begin with.”
“I’m her mother!”
“I’m her owner. And I’m your owner. Seems as if you totally have forgotten that fact. I’ve been too lax with you over the years, Ashley. I’d wanted Colette to be brought up with a mother’s nurturing touch so she’d be sweet and happy for her new owners. Your usefulness for her is over. It’s time I had you bred again.”
Breed? Sweet Jesus!
“I’ve already got a doctor lined up for the procedure. He’ll be coming in the morning to start administering sperm washes containing only girls. With any luck, you’ll be pregnant with another girl by the end of the week and I’ll be rich when I sell her. Do you know the prices girls are bringing in? Men and their Claimed wives are willing to take huge chances, Ashley. They are having bidding wars for girls who are still too young to have a man’s cock inside her. They purchase girls for their sons. They are willing to chance that their purchase won’t get the virus. And when she does get it, they hope she’ll live through it so they can become wives for their sons. These are desperate times. Lots of money to be made by breeding women and selling the girls to the highest bidder.”
He grinned wickedly and her stomach hollowed out as if he’d just sucker punched her.
The general stood and chuckled. It was an arrogant sound. A sound that sliced her heart in two.
He held out his empty scotch glass to her. “Refill this, hon.”
She could barely hear what he was saying as she obediently accepted the scotch glass and stumbled toward the bar. Tears burned her eyes. Tears that she knew when she released them wouldn’t stop.
“You know, I don’t know why I didn’t think of this earlier. The price that Colette brings me will give me the opportunity to go after some more valuable art for my collection. Or maybe I can even bid on that X-virus cure Cheri Blakely has? What do you think? Art? Or the cure? Both would bring millions on the black market.”
Ashley could hardly stand as she poured the scotch for him. Could barely contain her anger, could barely hold herself together as anguish threatened to rip her apart.
He was going to sell her daughter as if she were some item he owned.
“I won’t let you do it,” she muttered beneath her breath. “No way in hell.”
“What did you say, hon?”
He was behind her now. She could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her ass. Could feel his hands slide against her waist.
Ashley couldn’t stop herself from stiffening.
“I’ve got some men coming over tonight. Can you feel how hard I am for them?”
She closed her eyes and fought hard to hold herself together. He’d just sold her daughter and all he could think about was having sex with his men?
“Get your hands off me.”
The sharp, shocked inhalation of his breath made her realize she’d overstepped her bounds. She’d never pulled away from him before. Had always allowed him to touch her the very few times he’d been halfway affectionate to her. That’s how starved she’d been for human affection.
This time he’d gone too far.
The rage came out of nowhere. Red-hot fury at what he wanted to do to her daughter.
His hands were still on her body. She wanted them off.
Now!
“I said get your hands off me!” Without thinking she pushed her body against him, so hard that they both stumbled backward…they both hit the carpet hard. She heard a grunt from him and then nothing.
When she managed to get her bearings she noticed the general had sprawled against the fireplace hearth. Noticed the odd angle of his neck. The unseeing stare of his eyes…
Realized now was her chance to grab Colette and escape.
A sharp pain to her cheek brought her out of the nightmare and she awoke to find hot tears streaming over her cheeks and drenched in a cold sweat. Her heart beat frantically against her chest and bitter bile was slipping up her throat. She quickly swallowed it, forbidding herself to be sick.
“Starry Eyes, are you okay?”
She felt Colter’s warm breath whisper against the burning heat of what must have been a slap to her face. A slap that had thankfully broken her from the terror, the guilt.
She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her with furious concern. His face seemed too pale in the moonlight, his breaths too fast and too hard. The sight of him, the thought of him seeming so worried for her uncoiled some of the tension she’d accumulated from the nightmare.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to slap you but you just wouldn’t wake up. You were crying…are you okay?”
Such worry in his voice, such concern. For a fleeting moment she felt the old safety, the love and tenderness he’d once shown her so openly. She reached up a shaky hand to run her fingers over his sexy beard bristles. His face felt warm beneath her fingertips. Right then she just needed to touch him, to know he really was there and that she’d really finally escaped the general.
“It was just a dream. I’m fine,” she whispered, trying hard to throw him a reassuring smile but it felt watery, false. A sudden chill slapped against her damp flesh and she drew her hand away, tugging the sheet around her nakedness, trying hard not to melt against his warm, safe body. He would be only a false security blanket. It was better she try to stay strong and focused, and not let the memory ruin what confidence she’d managed to gain over the past few days.
“Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me,” he whispered hoarsely, and sank down onto the bed beside her. He closed his eyes and his chest rose and fell as he inhaled deep, slow breaths as if trying to calm himself.
For a few moments she thought he’d gone back to sleep but then he whispered softly, “What was the nightmare about?”
When she didn’t answer, his weight shifted the mattress and he turned to face her. Confusion blazed in his eyes and suddenly she wanted to cry again.
“What’s bothering you? What was it about? Tell me, Starry Eyes.”
That familiar need to submit to his command seemed to swoop in over her again. God, was it already time to take her medication? She did a mental check and calculated that no, she had lots of time. Odd that her virus medication didn’t seem to work around Colter very well.
“I…the general. It was about the general,” she said in a surprisingly even voice.
Anger seemed to twist through his features at her admission. She sensed him pulling away, not physically but emotionally.
“What about him?” he asked tightly.
She was about to tell him everything when a sharp knock at the cabin door reverberated through the room.
The knock on the door frightened Ashley. Understandable since she’d just had a nightmare, but there was something she’d been about to tell him. Instincts told him it was something big.
“What should we do?” she breathed. The split second of terror in her gaze, the same look he’d seen when she’d first opened her eyes made nausea spill through his senses. Something horrible was bothering her and now it was coming out in her dreams. He’d have to get down to the bottom of it. Now was not the time. She was too edgy. Too upset for it to have been merely a dream as she’d Claimed.
“Here’s your chance to scream and tell them I’ve been having my way with you for hours and hours against your will,” he chuckled, trying to lighten her dark mood.
Her eyes widened with surprise and thankfully her shoulders slumped slightly as more of the tension left her.
“You won’t try to stop me?”
“Only if you want me to.”
The knock came again, more insistent this time. Why the hell didn’t they just leave the food outside the door as he’d instructed them to do?
“How would you stop me?” her eyes twinkled. Thankfully her sense of humor was coming back.
“Hmm, perhaps with a ball and gag?”
She giggled. “We haven’t tried that angle yet, have we?”
“I much prefer stopping you by a kiss or stuffing my cock into your mouth.”
“I prefer those methods myself,” she whispered, and finally she melted against him. Her hand slid around his shaft and she squeezed gently. Oh man, that felt good.
“Hello! I’m sorry to interrupt,” came a man’s curt voice from the other side of the door.
“What is it?” she called out then nipped playfully at his bottom lip with her sharp teeth.
There was a slight hesitation and the man’s next words froze Colter’s blood.
“I have a message from Cheri Blakely.”
Oh shit! A hell of a way to rain on their parade. Before Ashley could respond, he slipped a hand over her mouth.
His heart clenched as betrayal splashed through her face. To his surprise she didn’t so much as struggle.
“There’s a meeting in one hour. Dungeon room 1. Will you be attending?” the attendant asked.
Ashley tensed against him.
“I don’t want you near that bitch,” he breathed quietly. He was a damned fool for keeping her there with him. Now she was in danger once again. “But I have no other choice. We have to keep up appearances until I can get you out of here. Tell him you’ll be there. Is that clear?”
Anger sparked her eyes but she nodded. Slowly he slid his hand ever so slightly off her mouth, not quite trusting that she wouldn’t scream.
“Yes, I’ll be there,” she called out.
Before she had a chance to say anything else, he slid his hand over her mouth again.
“Very well. I will let her know.” The sound of his footsteps faded quickly away.
When Colter lifted his hand from her hot little mouth, he was instantly sorry he’d done what he had by covering her mouth.
“Damn you! I thought you trusted me by now. I should have screamed bloody murder. I should have told him you aren’t who you said you are. I should have—”
He pressed his lips firmly against hers, cutting her off mid sentence. A split second later he felt the tension ease from her succulent body, felt her respond with an eager passion that equaled his own.
Spirals of lust circled his cock as her grip hardened. Although he knew she was pissed off at him, her touch built the familiar sexual tension, urging him to want to make love to her yet again.
But now was not the time.
It was hard to break the kiss, but they only had an hour before the meeting. There were things he needed to do to prepare her, to control her.
Naughty things she just might not like…at first.
* * * * *
Aside from Cheri, Ashley was the only woman there. Lusty grins and harsh frowns from the handful of male doctors greeted her as she walked into the conference room.
Colter followed closely, his freshly soaped body and his unique male scent titillating her senses, making her crave him, making her horny.
He was a dangerous son of a bitch, that’s for sure. Covering all the angles of her possibly breaking his cover.
He’d even concealed an earphone in her ear so he could whisper instructions to her.
“Looks like we’re the last ones.” His whisper dripped with tension as they stepped into the conference room, but she didn’t care. She was still pissed off at him for not trusting her. Angrier still when he’d outfitted her with clit clamps, nipple clamps, placed a concealed harness around her waist that firmly held a large vibrating butt plug in her ass. He’d also inserted a fleshlike, succulent strap-on dildo inside her vagina. A dildo, he’d warned, that would inflate and vibrate at his command if she so much as acted rebellious. With the touch of a button from a small, black remote-control box she’d seen him slip into his black jacket pocket, he now controlled her.
Or so he thought.
She hadn’t even bothered to wear panties, because by the time he’d finished with the honors, her pussy had been creaming magnificently.
“Remember, Starry Eyes, you behave yourself or you will be punished right here in front of all these horny doctors.”
“Go to hell, you son of a bitch,” she muttered quietly, and tried to ignore the lusty looks of the doctors who watched her every move as she strolled into the room.
Colter’s amused chuckle in her ear reminded her of the time he’d figged her ass with the ginger root. The memories made her cream harder.
He’d even laid out her pale, sky blue dress for her, the sexy one that enhanced the blue in her eyes. The thin velvet material hugged her every curve, gave everyone an awesome view of her cleavage and, of course, if the men looked close enough, they just might see the outline of the clamps clinging to her nipples.
She’d held her breath as he’d picked the combination lock on her suitcase, hoping he wouldn’t find the pills that would give away her disease. Thankfully he didn’t discover the medication, but he did find her slave jewelry and insisted she wear them.
Colter had taken great pleasure in tormenting her with his heated touches as he’d arranged the necklace around her neck then draped two tantalizing strands of chain, one attached to each of her clamped nipples, before leading them down and threading them through her belly ring. He’d then caressed her abdomen and mons with the jewelry before firmly attaching each strand to each of the pussy-lip clamps he’d placed on her.
Agreeing to his commands had been the only way to get that slave collar off her neck.
Silently she cursed him for the hundredth time as with each step the entire length of the delicate chain tightened and pulled gently. The intoxicating movements sensually chafed her clamped nipples and clamped labia. The erotic friction kept her highly aroused and, to her irritation, kept her mind on craving sex with Colter instead of concentrating on her desire to obtain that cure.
When she sat down, she was momentary thankful as the chains released the pressure on her pussy lips and nipples but she couldn’t stop herself from wincing at the pleasure-pain gripping the intimate parts of her body as both the butt plug and the dildo sank even deeper into her hot depths.
“You look absolutely horny,” Colter’s whisper echoed in her hearing aid as he took a seat beside her. “I can’t wait to get you out of here and fuck you all night.”
She managed to keep herself from whimpering at the arousal in his voice, but couldn’t stop her pussy from creaming warmly at his words.
“Now that all the parties are here, I’d like to give you a brief orientation about the product up for bid.” Dr. Cheri Blakely said as she stood at the front of the room flanked by all her seven husbands a.k.a. bodyguards who impassively scanned the faces of the visiting seated bidders, probably making sure no one would make a move against Cheri.
Today the bitch wore a simple white lab coat that reached her knees. The coat was unbuttoned and open, allowing everyone a generous glimpse of a daring dove gray dress. A sheer dress that did nothing to hide the lush curves of the woman’s braless breasts along with an unmistakable view of the dark hair covering her mons. She made no effort to conceal herself as she bent to pick up a pen she’d just dropped, giving the men an intimate view of her deep cleavage.
Ashley cast a quick glance at Colter who, as well as all the doctors, had his appreciative eyes riveted to the display.
To Ashley’s irritation, a fissure of jealousy shot through her. She was about to elbow him in the ribs but caught herself as his gaze swung on her.
He grinned. A wickedly horny and knowing grin that sent a heated rush through her.
Bastard!
“As you know I’ve got the cure for one of the versions of the X-virus,” Cheri continued. “What you don’t know is I’ve decided when the time comes for bidding there will also be a live sample.”
What exactly did she mean by “live sample”?
“The woman is currently being weaned off her drugs so she will be a submissive for the demo. I’ve called you here to let you know about it and also to tantalize you with a brief glimpse at how we came up with the cure as well as handing out more information for you to peruse until we can have that wonderful live demo. Please remember, I won’t be revealing all the angles but only allowing a succinct glimpse. This will prevent those of you who are unsuccessful with the bidding from copycatting the cure unless the winning bidder wishes to share it. As I’ve already mentioned, the lucky doctor who bids the highest for the cure for their company will get it along with how to make it. Whoever wins the cure will be able to have it mass-produced within weeks. And now without further ado, I will begin my explanation.” She paused for dramatic effect before grabbing a green marker off her desk. Turning to the white board behind her, she drew a large circle.
“This is the cure of all X-virus mutations, doctors. Embryonic stem cells.”
Ashley’s mind whirled in disappointment. That’s it? Stem cell research? Governments around the world had given up on the stem cell angle after discovering it produced no long-term benefits and here was Cheri Blakely Claiming it could be done.
“That avenue was exhausted by all the major research companies who had billions of dollars to work with,” she found herself blurting out. Everyone’s eyes lashed onto her, including Colter’s, which sparkled with anger at her outburst.
She found herself backing down at his gaze…but only a little.
“I mean why would Dr. Blakely continue work on stem cells when the world’s top researchers hadn’t been able to find a cure using that avenue?”
From beside her she noticed Colter slip his hand into the pocket of the jacket he wore. Obviously he was getting ready to keep her in line with that stupid remote-control box.
