She moaned and gyrated madly as he kept f.u.c.king her with his fingers. Her v.a.g.i.n.a clenched around his intrusion harder and harder with his every thrust. More vibrations snapped through her, rocking her hips higher and higher. She was flying. Dying. Living again.

Somewhere, deep in the back of her mind, a voice whispered that she truly was a mess for letting a stranger f.u.c.k her like this. But she didn't care. She embraced the pleasure. Rode it as long as she could. And when the climax ebbed, he stroked her right into another one. And then another.

Afterward, she collapsed from sheer weakness, so tired she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. Not even his s.e.xy smile as he placed the cool cloth back over her forehead could keep her from drifting away.

She slept.

A man's gravelly, l.u.s.t-filled voice had Kinley drifting up from the sweet, deep sleep she'd been enjoying. She was curled tightly into the fetal position on her left side, and the sky was turning light gray as morning approached.

A fissure of alarm raced through her as whoever was speaking wasn't the guy named Blackie, and she didn't like what he was saying.

"Ah, Blackie has found another tempting female, has he?" a man whispered from immediately behind her. "A very succulent female that I wish to try out."

She couldn't stop her whimper of terror as a large, very powerful hand slipped over her bare shoulder.

Fear paralyzed her and knocked the last remnants of sleep right out of her as he pulled on her shoulder, hard enough to turn her over. She came face-to-face with the big man. His chest and shoulders were just as marred with scars as Blackie's. He had partially undone his breechclout and she gasped at the thick, long erection hanging between his legs. She knew his intention and she wanted nothing to do with him.

Oh no! Please no!

His l.u.s.ty gaze zeroed in on her bared b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The desire in his eyes brought an intense flush of shame snapping through her. She tried to lift her arms, but he quickly caught them, pinning them to her sides.

No!

"Ah yes, a very succulent female. And I can see by the way your nipples are ripe and red, and the bright l.u.s.t shining in your eyes, that he must have already started the training."

Training? What was he talking about? She was not being trained for anything. Was she?

"Let me go!" she cried. She struggled against his tight grip, but he didn't budge.

Dammit!

The man's blue eyes blazed with excitement and evilness and Kinley couldn't help but tremble as he chuckled, obviously not caring what she wanted.

"Let you go? You are our s.e.x slave. You belong to whomever wants you. Blackie has had you. Now I wish to f.u.c.k you too. To show you I can f.u.c.k better than he, and when we return you will be f.u.c.ked by all males whenever they wish it."

Oh my G.o.d. This can't be happening.

Run!

She tried to move, to fight, but he continued to hold her arms so tightly she couldn't budge.

Panic buzzed inside her and her heart hammered insanely fast. Where was Blackie? Why was he letting this man do this to her? Had the b.a.s.t.a.r.d been using her just like this man said?

A burst of anger slashed into her fear.

d.a.m.n him!

"I said get the f.u.c.k off me, you son of a b.i.t.c.h!"

He grinned, showing her an array of rotting teeth that made her cringe, and she grimaced at his foul-smelling breath. His head lowered in an attempt to kiss her but she turned her face away, crying out once more for him to let her go.

He didn't. Instead, he only laughed. This time louder. He was enjoying her distress. What kind of a man was he?

She gasped in terror as his mouth dropped against the valley of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She struggled harder but quickly realized the futility in doing so. Something inside her suddenly calmed, telling her to be silent. She obeyed her inner voice and went deathly still. She would endure this. She would wait for an opening to escape.

"That's it, woman. Just enjoy it. You females are made to be f.u.c.ked. That's all you are good for."

Slimy b.a.s.t.a.r.d!

He released her arms and, as he began to climb on top of her, Kinley saw red-literally. The small sheathed knife at his waist captured her attention. In her terror, she hadn't noticed it earlier.

She didn't think. She went into automatic survival mode and reacted.

He descended upon her and his grin widened in victory. A horrific chill snapped through her and, before she knew what had happened, she'd palmed the knife. A split second later, a gurgling drifted through the air. The man went limp on top of her. Warm, sticky wetness splashed against her right hand and over her neck and chest.

Panicking, she pushed at him and, to her surprise, he fell off her easily. There was blood everywhere. His face, his neck, but mainly on his chest. She must have stabbed him in the heart.

Nausea climbed into her belly and she scrambled to stand.

"What have you done?" Blackie's low and deadly voice erupted from close by.

He had allowed this to occur. He had been watching what had happened and, from the shock in his dark eyes, he hadn't expected her to kill his friend.

Fear sliced sharply into her. He would want his revenge against her for killing this man. He would hurt her. She needed to leave.

Ignoring his shouts, Kinley sprinted as if her feet had suddenly grown wings.

She ran.

Chapter Two.

Several days later...

Astronaut Kayla Hero couldn't help but keep her eyes glued to the brown-haired stranger limping behind the caged wagon she'd been locked inside. The wheels continued to turn beneath her barred prison, spewing puffs of dust that clung to Kayla's hot, damp skin. She and her two women captors-who sat on a wooden bench in front of the wagon-as well as the wagon itself and the man behind her, were being dragged along a road by four black horses.

Despite being surrounded by lush jungle and having no clue where they were taking her, she couldn't keep her eyes off the guy. He possessed an impressive arrangement of scars that crisscrossed his broad chest and shoulders and held a very seductive smile for her. A smile that made her insides flip-flop all over the place whenever he looked at her.

G.o.d! There must have been something in that swamp water she and her two sisters swam in as they'd escaped the wreckage of their s.p.a.ceship. She drank some of the water by accident. Maybe a few swallows...if that...and since then she'd been experiencing intense arousal and had become very aware of her femininity.

The more she looked at this guy, the more excited she got.

Although she realized it wasn't normal, she just didn't seem to care about the s.p.a.ceship crash or the fact she'd been separated from her sisters after heading out to find help for them. It didn't seem to matter either that she'd been walking for days or maybe even weeks, eating berries and wild carrots and other types of vegetation.

But finally, early this morning, she'd been surrounded by a group of women. Near-naked ladies who appeared quite confident in their state of dress...or perhaps in their state of undress. They'd asked her questions about which "hub" she came from. Hub meaning "village" if she remembered right from the information her brothers had sent when they'd decided to remain on this planet more than a couple of years ago.

The women asked her who she was and she'd made up some fake name. When she'd asked for their help in going back into the swamps to get her sisters, they'd scowled at her like she was crazy, saying it was too dangerous to trek to the Fever Swamps. With a name like that, she didn't want to stray close to the place either, but her sisters were there.

Amid her protests, the women hustled her to a nearby town where she'd swiftly been given to a couple of tall, well-muscled chicks who had locked her inside this wagon.

Shortly after that, the guy had been tied to the wagon and off they'd gone. The instant she saw him, her troubles had dissolved into the background. She was pretty sure the excitableness she experienced when she looked at him had everything to do with the water she drank, but hey, who cared. He reminded her of Tarzan. Tall, lean, deeply tanned, muscular... oh yes, very muscular.

Black bristles covered his lower face, making him appear hot and dangerous at the same time. His chest had scars. She couldn't help but inspect every one of those raised lash marks. She loved scars on a man. Always had.

Of course those scars led her focus lower. To the area between his powerful thighs. Quite the swollen sac beneath a very big c.o.c.k that was more than semi-erect, jerking and bouncing as he walked.

Man she loved this planet and she loved the shape of his c.o.c.k too. It was oh-so-long, with a bulging, plum-shaped, purple head, and so engorged she knew he was craving some tender loving care.

Heat suffused her face as she continued to inspect his nakedness. Warm wetness wept from her p.u.s.s.y and tight breaths of arousal shifted through her at the thought of his muscular, toned body coming down upon hers. Of him entering her swiftly.

Sure, she was comfortable with guys and their c.o.c.ks, but this man walking behind her, his wrists bound and tied with a length of rope that ran beneath the bars at the back of the wagon, had her cheeks warming.

He was also drawing out her compa.s.sionate side. With his every step, he grimaced. He wore no shoes and his bare feet had to be smarting on the hot dirt road. Directly overhead the brilliant sun shone waves of heat rays upon his flesh, baking him a gorgeous dark tan.

She was thankful to have a roof over her head, keeping her in the shade. The air was thick and sticky, making her shift uncomfortably on the primitive wooden bench. She wore no bra or underwear beneath the light green, see-through tank top and skimpy skirt she'd been given by those women this morning.

In their haste to wake from sleep stasis and get out of the wreckage of the starship, she and her sisters hadn't had time to dress.

Playfully flirty, she couldn't resist spreading her legs, allowing air to caress her p.u.s.s.y and to show him what she had to offer. Blowing out an aroused breath, she used her bound hands to brush away the perspiration dotting her forehead. Forcing her gaze from his luscious c.o.c.k, she studied his face for the umpteenth time since they'd started this journey.

The stranger possessed remarkable eyes. Warm and brown, like melted chocolate fudge. Every time his gaze locked onto hers, a hot rush of arousal pulsed through her.

She wondered if he was one of those male s.e.x slaves her brothers had vaguely mentioned in their message about how this planet worked. Here women were in charge and all males were uneducated slaves.

No fun. She wanted to be the one dominated. Wanted this rugged stranger breaking her out of this wagon, dragging her into the dense, green foliage and taking her on the ground...or up against a tree...or... A knowing grin tugged at the corners of his lush, full lips. Lips made for fusing over her c.l.i.t and sucking her until she came and came.

Oh G.o.d, Kayla! Focus! Not on him! But on getting out of here!

She needed to find her brothers. They'd get the help her sisters required, and then they needed to figure out how to get off this planet and go home.

Crud! But how was she going to break out of this d.a.m.ned cage? All four sides were made of two-inch, solid metal bars, pounded into a thick-planked wooden floor. The roof was flat and also made of thick-planked wood.

Her gaze moved from the wagon ceiling back to him. And what about him? When she had an opportunity to escape, she'd definitely have to take Mr. Yummy Tarzan along with her, if only to have him put her out of her delicious s.e.xual misery.

She resisted the urge to close her legs to him. She shouldn't be so s.e.xually blatant. Instead she embraced the sweet shivers sweeping through her as he continued to stare at her with erotic interest. She swore if he had his way with her, she'd enjoy every minute of it.

Her gaze dropped back to his c.o.c.k and she inhaled softly at the sight. Have mercy! His c.o.c.k was getting bigger! Expanding, lengthening. Readying itself for her.

Kayla moaned at the sight and found herself losing control of her senses. She craved for him to plunge into her. To spear into her p.u.s.s.y until she came apart, crying and moaning and whimpering.

White heat enveloped her and she fought against pressing her tender c.l.i.t into the warm, wooden bench beneath her. With every breath and every jiggle of the wagon, naughty vibrations cascaded against the area between her thighs. She inhaled softly, her world rocking at the knowing look in the stranger's eyes as he raised them from studying her p.u.s.s.y to recapture her gaze.

Fight it, Kayla. She moaned inwardly. Fight the erotic pull this man and this planet have on you.

On this planet who knew what was in the water or, for that matter, in the air she was breathing or in the food they'd given her.

Clenching her teeth, Kayla vowed not to bring herself off. At least not until he was sinking into her.

One more step. Another. One more. Keep going. Just one more.

Those commands swept through Taylor's mind as he struggled to keep from falling, his legs threatening to buckle with every step. He fought to keep his eyes focused on the female he'd been tracking since finding her trail in the Fever Swamps.

When he'd first spotted her, she was being surrounded by a group of females. As he'd followed the females to a hub, he'd become so overwhelmed by her beauty he hadn't heard the several women sneaking up behind him. Getting caught hadn't been in his plan of breaking her free, but at least now he was close to her.

This woman was too alluring for a simple male like himself, but every time he looked at her, obvious interest flared in her eyes and something inside of him screamed with happiness. This jubilance and protectiveness while gazing upon a female had never happened to him before. It frightened him and made him eager to possess her at the same time.

She had wavy, dirty-yellow, shoulder-length hair, a color he had never seen on a female. He had thought she was one of those Yellow Hairs who ate males, but then he remembered she was one of those missing females that were kin to the talking Hero brothers and relief had slipped into his bloodstream.

She had a heart-shaped face. Her eyes were pale blue, the same color of an early morning sky during the wet season. Her nose looked just right and she had the pinkest cheeks he'd ever seen. Her mouth looked velvety lush and he ached to kiss her.

She had long legs too. Very long legs he couldn't wait to have wrapped around his waist. Wide hips he wouldn't hesitate to hold while he f.u.c.ked her long and hard...and he would f.u.c.k her.

But first he would have to break her out of that cage. Second, he would feast upon her p.u.s.s.y and third, he would drink from her until his thirst was quenched, and then she would accept his aching c.o.c.k deep inside her hot, wet channel.

Taylor groaned at the succulent ideas and kept his gaze transfixed on his prize. Her p.u.s.s.y danced in the shadows, beneath the cloth riding high on her thighs and, if he looked hard enough, he could see her glistening arousal wetting her c.u.n.t lips. The scent of her s.e.x drifted on the softest of breezes and, because he'd followed her tracks from the Fever Swamps, fever twinkled in her eyes. She must have drunk some of the water. Not enough for her health to be in trouble like her sister, but enough to make her aware she would need s.e.x to ease her aching l.u.s.t.

His friend Jarod had discovered this woman's sister, Piper. Her pet.i.te, nude body had been lying motionless amid the moss-enshrouded rocks at the outskirts of the Fever Swamps. He'd managed to save her life by sucking the poison out of her p.u.s.s.y. Literally. They had fallen very hard for each other.

If this female had swallowed the water, she would be s.e.xually hungry. Her body would be hot and ready for the taking. She would need a male to cure her. She would need him. And he would make her belong to him just as Jarod had made Piper his woman.

Warmth spilled through Taylor at fantasizing about a woman who would look at him with such love. The way Piper looked at Jarod. Yes, he would enjoy that. Enjoy it very much.

But first, he must escape.

Suddenly his wrists screamed with pain from the tightening rope and he lurched forward. He stumbled, almost fell and silently cursed the two females leading the team of horses. He'd overheard them say he and the woman were being taken to Death Valley and the Death Valley Boys.

He needed to keep her from falling into the hands of the Boys. Once inside the walls of Death Valley, escape would be extremely difficult. The Boys had acquired the technology to outfit their captives with the ankle bracelets. That's one thing that surprised him. These guards had not outfitted this female and himself with ankle bracelets that, upon escape, would track them.

Perhaps it had been overlooked? If so, they were lucky. Or maybe these females would outfit them at nightfall. Taylor exhaled a frustrated sigh. If that were the case, things would get very difficult.

The Death Valley Boys were a tight-knit group. They consisted of escaped males who'd once been s.e.x slaves, just as all males were trained. They'd been taught to follow a female's every command without question or suffer the consequences.

Red-hot anger splashed through Taylor as he remembered the punishments. Different kinds of s.e.xual torture-such as having heavy weights hung from his b.a.l.l.s or c.o.c.k and painful nipple clamps that turned a male into a submissive beast-were used. c.o.c.k cages, p.e.n.i.s leashes, harsh whippings and s.e.x on demand were a few of the hardships a male endured as a slave.

Once when a female had broken the rules and educated a male, who just happened to be a close friend of Taylor's, the male, in turn, began educating other males, including Taylor. As a result, males became aware of their slavery and fought their way to freedom. The violence inflicted upon them by the women had been turned upon the females themselves.

Rapes, forced seductions and kidnappings occurred during the period of the Slave Uprising. Most of the males left their hubs. The majority moved to a secure valley-Death Valley-and called themselves the Death Valley Boys. It was a place where males ruled and females became captives and subservient. Taylor had been one of the original Death Valley Boys, until he'd decided the Boys went too far with the female captives.

He and his friend Jarod had escaped. They'd lived on their own in a tree house, hiding from the Death Valley Boys and being hunted by females who were trying to recapture or kill escaped, talking slaves. But now, with the appearance of the Hero clan and Taylor's promise to Piper that he would find her sisters, and with this luscious female pounding heated blood through his system, Taylor knew he would never be the same.