The book of sam, p.2
Colter's Revenge, page 2
“Your assignment involves the widow of Dr. Blakely. I believe you remember the scientist? He’s the one who invented the X-virus and almost killed your Claimed wife and your brother Luke a few months back.”
Oh he remembered that creep, all right. If he and his brothers hadn’t shown up at the farm when they did, Luke would be dead and Callie and her unborn child would be the mad doctor’s guinea pig. She’d most likely be involved in ménage à trois with the evil scientist and his wife. Thankfully, things had worked out differently.
“Go on.” He held his head still as Bev moaned and gyrated her hips faster, pressing her hot, wet pussy harder against him. His cock hardened painfully and he couldn’t stop the groan from escaping his mouth as the thought of another woman entered his mind. A dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty named Ashley. Ashley instead of Bev. Standing behind him, her heavy breasts dangling like ripe fruit above him, elongated burgundy nipples inches from his mouth, her bare legs on each side of his shoulders as she fucked his head with her bare, hot pussy much the same way as Bev was doing to him now.
“Dr. Cheri Blakely has a convention booked at the nearby Pleasure Palace. Word has it she’ll meet with several doctors who are representing drug conglomerates…oh yes! Your head feels so damned good, Outlaw. Just like the old days.”
She began to pant, the weight of her body pressing heavier on his head.
“Why is she meeting with these doctors?”
“She claims to have an instant cure for one of the X-virus’s less lethal mutations. If you can get S.K.U.L.L. that cure…ohh…God…yes!…”
She was grinding her hips harder now, soaking his flesh with her hot juices, making his neck sticky and ache like a son of a bitch. The sultry sound of Bev’s erotic moans made his teeth clench as visions of Ashley sliced through his brain. Visions of her wrists being tied above her head. The erotic way her sparkling blue eyes glowed when he made love to her. The cute way her full lips parted in a sensual gasp as his hard, thick cock sank swiftly into her sweet, wet pussy. The tightest pussy he’d ever encountered in his life. If he ever got his hands on Ashley again, he’d exact the sweetest revenge. He’d brand her. Brand her so she’d never forget what she’d lost out on by doing what she had to him.
And then he’d let her go and never look back.
“Oh yes! Oh beautiful!” Bev’s lusty shouts split the air. He held himself still until her moans died away.
“Are you interested?” she finally puffed as she climbed off him.
“No.” Although the farm was mortgaged to the hilt and it was only a matter of time before the bank foreclosed, there was still a chance they could make payments with this year’s crops, and if need be, they could sell off more of the Outlaw land. Selling, however, would be a last resort.
“Oh and before I get to your other head…there’s the other incentive for you to accept the assignment.”
The smug, confident tone of her voice made him pull his arms from the muck and stand. He would have told her where to take her assignment but stopped short when he turned and saw the thrust of her pert, naked breasts with the small pink nipples and the hot, sassy, shaven pussy he’d always enjoyed fucking during the Terrorist Wars. Had enjoyed until he’d met Ashley, a conscripted sex slave for one of the American generals stationed in Iraq.
He’d be lying if the sight of a naked woman didn’t make him hot and horny. Any red-blooded American male would be turned on. Especially one who hadn’t had sex in several months.
“If you think seeing you naked is the incentive, think again,” he lied.
“S.K.U.L.L. knows where your missing brother is being held.”
Holy Shit! Had he heard right?
“If you bring us Blakely’s cure for the X-virus, S.K.U.L.L. will reveal Tyler’s exact whereabouts. Maybe even bring him home.”
“We’ve already got a plan in motion that will see him released in a couple of months.”
“We know all about you blackmailing the Barlows. That you have threatened to tell the government they don’t have the required number of husbands for Laurie.”
“Where the hell did you hear that garbage?” Shit! How had she found out?
“Don’t bother denying it, sweets. Sorry to tell you this, but you lost the blackmailing angle a few days ago when the Barlows secretly took on another man and legally reclaimed Laurie with another Claiming. They have no reason to keep your brother alive. He’s been turned back over to the terrorists who used to hold him. He’s not in the States anymore. He’s been moved back overseas. You know how much terrorists love to torture Americans these days. It’s only a matter of time before he’s used up or killed. If you tell me you’ll accept the assignment, we can keep him alive. If you bring us Blakely’s cure, S.K.U.L.L. will bring your brother home. If not…”
* * * * *
Pleasure Palace, Maine
Two days later…
Dr. Colter Outlaw tried hard to contain his anger as the armed guards at the gate motioned them through onto the property where the meeting with Cheri would take place.
Gazing out the side window of the sleek white limousine S.K.U.L.L. had supplied him with, he could easily make out the newly erected three-story white marble hotel called Pleasure Palace. The lush property contained hundreds of acres of pine forests, rocky cliffs, gentle streams and beautiful meadows. Land once owned by the Outlaws. Now it belonged to the Barlow brothers who’d been quick to erect the bordello for the numerous sex-deprived men who craved to fulfill their sexual fantasies in a world where women were rare, most having been wiped out by the mutated versions of the X-virus.
It was bad enough that this had once been Outlaw land, but now that he actually had to come there and see what they’d done with it, he could literally feel the tension ripping through his shoulders, making the expensive monkey suit he wore fit too snug. He reached up and adjusted his bright blue tie, trying to loosen the stranglehold from around his neck. Why S.K.U.L.L. had insisted he wear this business outfit was beyond him. He would have preferred to break into Dr. Blakely’s widow’s suite and search for the cure, grab it and clear out. But S.K.U.L.L. had gone to great lengths to create an elaborate, foolproof, fictional cover for him as a doctor who worked for a research facility. They’d also supplied him with a fake ID, had arranged for anyone who might recognize him there to be away on business. S.K.U.L.L. had also arranged for him to have a private cabin along with a private sex slave to cater to his every whim while he was there. How the hell could he turn down his own slave? He’d have to be mad to do that, wouldn’t he?
Colter frowned. There really was only one black-haired, blue-eyed woman who held any appeal to him. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a clue where she was, and she’d made it perfectly clear she didn’t want him anyway.
“We’re here, Dr. Van Dusen,” said the limo driver.
Pleasure Palace looked even fancier close up, Colter mused as he stepped out of the vehicle and quickly gazed around. Red ceramic tiles covered the multi-peaked roof. White marble walls sparkled in the bright sunshine and blood-red shutters adorned the numerous barred windows.
A moment later his driver was quickly ushering him past the heavily armed guards and inside to a main foyer.
The place looked utterly extravagant. Crystal chandeliers hung everywhere, the floors were pink marble and plush, red velvet furniture adorned the lobby.
Colter felt his mouth literally drop open in shock when he noticed a fully dressed man sitting on a couch in a side foyer casually reading a newspaper while a naked woman with an obviously just spanked, flushed red ass knelt on her knees in front of him. Her large breasts jiggled as she busily shined his shoes.
Unbelievable.
“Dr. Colter Van Dusen?”
A woman’s soft voice snapped him from the shocking scene and he turned around to face a beautiful brunette of about fifty with sparkling brown eyes. He recognized her instantly from the pictures S.K.U.L.L. had asked him to memorize.
Dr. Cheri Blakely. This was the widow of the scientist he’d killed.
Now that he was meeting her in person, it was hard to imagine this gorgeous woman having been married to the mad doctor who had almost wiped out the female race by selling a submissive virus to the DogmarX, a group of terrorists who believed all women should be submissive to men.
“Please take care of the doctor’s luggage, driver,” she said to his limo driver.
When the man left to do her bidding, she extended her elegant hand to him. Her fingers, laden with diamond and sapphire rings, felt velvety warm against his palm. Her wrists were adorned with an array of gold bracelets that clinked as they shook hands. He didn’t miss the extra squeeze she gave him just before they parted.
“I recognized you from the portfolio your company Lamp Light Research sent to me. I’m Dr. Cheri Blakely. I’m pleased you could take the time out of your busy schedule to make it for the conference.”
“I’m pleased to be here,” he lied. “My company is very interested in purchasing the cure for the X-virus mutation C.”
“My, you do get down to business rather quickly, don’t you?” she chuckled. “Didn’t anyone tell you that all business and no pleasure makes for a very boring convention?”
Before he could answer, she clicked her fingers.
Two burly, bare-chested men came down a nearby hallway with a barely clothed, very young woman walking between them.
Sweet Jesus. The woman looked absolutely stunning.
Another roar of heated blood coursed through his veins at the sight of the black leather halter-thong teddy. Her young, curvy body was barely concealed beneath a delicate mesh cloth. It left little to his imagination.
Her head was bowed in a subservient pose. Long strawberry blonde bangs were draped over her forehead and tangles of silky hair dropped over both her shoulders.
A ball and gag held her mouth captive.
When Bev said he’d get his own sex slave he hadn’t quite pictured one this young or presented to him quite this way.
He remembered not to swear with anger and demand her immediate release.
Beneath the sheer mesh her pussy was partially shaved, the remaining curly pubic hair in the shape of butterfly wings. A small opening in the cloth allowed shiny, delicate golden butterfly weights to dangle brilliantly from labia rings. Her pierced belly button contained a tiny gold butterfly that hung from a gold ring with a short one-inch chain.
He noticed red marks lashed across plump breasts and giant nipple rings adorned too-small red nipples and too-big butterfly weights dangled off those rings.
“By the frown on your face I take it Reena does not please you, Dr. Van Dusen?” The surprised tone in Dr. Blakely’s voice made Colter’s head snap away from the young pleasure slave. How the hell could he take this young woman to his room and enjoy sexual relations with her? She was barely out of her teens.
“She pleases me.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it. Reena is as yet an unClaimed woman. She was recently captured in the Maine Woods. She’s rumored to be part of the growing Resistance. Sexual torture among other things hasn’t proven useful in getting information from her and so the government has given her to Pleasure Palace to put her to work here satisfying men. I’m sure you’ve heard about the Resistance? A group of unClaimed women along with some sympathetic men who’ve banded together and are using illegal means to try to bring down the Claiming Law?”
At her comment Colter’s heart picked up speed. Yes, he’d heard there was a group calling themselves the Resistance. His brother Cade, who was now a bounty hunter, had mentioned them. He’d also mentioned that capturing members of the Resistance and turning them over to the government could be a very lucrative enterprise.
Colter eyed the woman with renewed interest. Could she be a member of the Resistance as Cheri had said?
“She’s been fully trained as a pleasure slave now. Her need for independence squashed. She is eager to please.”
Despite a shard of shame flashing in her eyes, she lifted her head for a quick peek at him. He noticed a roar of defiance in the way she held her shoulders back. It was quite obvious they hadn’t broken this woman. He stifled an inner smile of encouragement and suddenly realized he couldn’t take advantage of her.
Cheri’s gaze dropped to the area between his legs. “She’s looking for a well-hung man such as yourself to show what she’s learned during her training. I’ll have her sent to your cabin.”
“For me, business always comes before pleasure. I won’t be partaking in any until the business aspect of my trip is over and I win the bid for the X-virus C cure.”
“You’ll have a long wait then,” a familiar woman’s voice curled through the air and Colter couldn’t help but stiffen with both dread and excitement. He smelled her fresh, clean scent a split second before she stepped into his view.
God! Was he hallucinating?
She looked so different than the last time he’d seen her. She’d been a beauty when he’d bedded her years ago. But now she was even more beautiful. The buttery chandelier light made the luxurious black hair piled high on top of her head absolutely glow. Delicate silver ribbons were beaded intricately through the lush black curls. A couple of sexy tendrils hung down on both sides of her face.
Tiny silver chain necklaces draped around the long column of her neck and he didn’t miss the single sliver of silver metal trailing from the necklaces to drop between the luscious swells of her generous breasts. Breasts pushed up high and pressing hard against the tight, glittering silver dress that boldly hugged her curves. To his irritation, he found himself intrigued with the possibilities of where that single strand of chain led.
“I didn’t expect you until later, Ashley.” Cheri’s cold voice sliced through Colter’s shock. But try as he might, he just couldn’t seem to tear his gaze from Ashley. He noticed the paleness to her skin, the nervous way she smiled at him and then the quick way her eyes darted back to Cheri.
“My bodyguard was able to push through all the checkpoints quickly with the bribes the general gave me to use.”
“Bribes by the general are most impressive,” Cheri commented. “I trust you have the general’s document giving you permission to be here and to act on his behalf?”
Ashley nodded.
Colter noticed her fingers tremble as her dainty hand dipped inside her glittery silver purse. She withdrew a document and handed it over to Cheri.
He could just kick himself for continuing to stare at Ash like some dumb, love-struck teenage boy. But he just couldn’t help it. She looked so sophisticated, more hauntingly beautiful than he remembered. Was it any wonder the general had kept her hidden, preventing him from finding her and exacting his revenge?
Conflicting emotions raged through him, happiness at seeing her again, burning anger that of all times for her to come back into his life this was the most inopportune. Obviously S.K.U.L.L. had had no inkling she would be here or they would have prevented her from coming. She could easily blow his cover. He had to eliminate the problem. Pronto.
She turned her dark blue eyes upon him again and heated blood surged into his cock at the memories of them together. Of her soft whispers, her hungry touches upon his flesh, her cries of arousal every time he’d made her orgasm. He could literally feel his member growing, thickening, pressing hard against his pants—wanting to escape. Wanting to bury itself deep in Ashley’s ultra-tight channel.
The tightest, warmest, wettest channel he’d ever encountered.
An odd emotion he couldn’t quite put his finger on glittered in her eyes. If he had to venture a guess, he’d say she looked relieved to see him.
“I’m glad to see the general allowed you to attend the convention in his place, Ashley,” Cheri said coolly. “I, of course, will need to speak to him and get verbal permission for you to be here.”
“I already told you over the phone he’s out of the country on his latest quest for an art collection. When he calls, I will tell him to call you.”
“You make sure that you do.”
“The general, of course, is concerned for my safety. I trust this document will ensure it until he has a chance to get in touch with you?”
“It looks official enough,” Cheri said, giving the paper a cursory glance. Her eyes narrowed and her voice lowered so that only the three of them could hear. “As to that other matter we discussed over the phone. I trust your hysteria has been resolved and I will get what I want when the general returns?”
A look of utter fear flooded Ashley’s face and Colter couldn’t stop the pang of uneasiness from gripping him.
Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Ashley rebounded quickly, plastering a bright smile on her luscious lips, making Colter wonder if maybe his instincts were incorrect.
“Yes, the general has made it quite clear that I have nothing to say on the matter.”
What matter? He wanted to ask the question but forced himself to center his emotions. He couldn’t allow Cheri to get an idea that Ashley and he knew each other, and he could only hope she wouldn’t blow his cover.
“Good.”
“But the general did say he is most interested in obtaining the cure for your husband’s virus, Cheri. I intend to make sure he gets what he wants.”
“I bet you always give the general whatever he wants,” Colter couldn’t stop himself from commenting dryly.
He noticed Ashley bristle at his remark. Ouch, sore spot?
“You two know each other?” Cheri Blakely cocked a curious well-manicured eyebrow at the two of them.
“Actually—” Ashley began.
“No, we don’t,” Colter quickly cut her off. “I’m Dr. Colter Van Dusen. My company is Lamp Light Research. And I aim to get them the cure.”
He extended his hand.
She hesitated a moment before slipping her warm fingers against his palm.
