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  “I came to see you. See if it’s true,” she said breathily, walking around the lab table and crossing the room until she was standing right in front of him. So close he could smell the fruity shampoo she used, feel the warmth radiating from her body, the brush of warm breath across his damp skin as she exhaled.

  She reached up and traced his collar bone, collecting the droplets of water that clung there as she smoothed her fingers down through the center of his chest. His heart pounded against his ribs at the feather light touch. His breathing turned erratic, causing his belly to jerk with surprise as she traversed the rippled plains of his stomach, down his happy trail to where his cock stood straight out from his body. Her fingers tickled in his damp hair, so close to where he craved her touch.

  Jesse sucked in a sharp breath, holding still, waiting to see what she’d do, what she had planned.

  “Is this for me?” she asked, looking up at him beneath heavy lidded eyes.

  He closed his eyes, steeling himself. “No,” he said through clenched teeth, the effort of speaking nearly killing him.

  He jerked in surprise when her hand closed around his shaft, squeezing suggestively. “It is if I say it is.”

  Christ!

  The heat of her palm felt so good. Too good. This had to be a dream. He had to be hallucinating from too little sleep, too little water and food. But no, she was here, real.

  And drugged.

  They’d decided to use her to get what they wanted.

  He opened his eyes and grabbed her biceps, holding her away from him. “Don’ do that,” he said, nearly strangling on the words.

  “I want to,” she said breathily. “I have to. I hurt, Jesse. I hurt so bad. You can make it stop,” she whispered, stroking him, rubbing her thumb around the head of his cock even as she rubbed her mound with her free hand.

  He shuddered, his fingers tightening on her arms for a moment before he commanded them to loosen their death grip.

  He’d lasted this long without losing control. She wouldn’t break him….

  But his guard deteriorated with the insistent pressure of her hands on his aching flesh. His elbows bent, allowing her to lean close, close enough to rub her sweet, tight body against him. Her nipples were hard through the silk blouse, and he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  Jesse groaned, his arms involuntarily circling her back, drawing her flush against his chest. The touch of her body scorched its imprint onto his skin, each nuance of muscle, each trace of curve imbedded in the memory of his muscles.

  The agony of exhaustion was replaced with an agony of searing, mind numbing hunger, a need so raw and intense his brain shut out all but his need for possession of her.

  He’d been whipped, tortured, starved, but nothing compared to the pain of having her in his arms at long last, so close one rip of her shirt would allow him a taste of her skin, one shift of his hips would put him inside her velvety, slick heat.

  “Yes,” she gasped, running her hands over him, around his back, down his flanks to cup his buttocks eagerly.

  He was lost and he knew it. The voice screaming ‘trap’ in his mind grew distant, drowned out by the roar of unquenchable desire pounding through his blood.

  Uttering a growl, he tightened his arms around her, pivoting abruptly and thrusting her against the wall. She turned her face aside when he bent his head to taste her, presenting her jaw for his hungry, nibbling kisses. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.

  He wanted more.

  Pulling away, he ripped her shirt open, exposing her breasts with a force that had them jouncing against her ribs. Buttons scattered like spilt beads across the floor, unheeded as he bent and swept his tongue over her collarbone, tasting salty, sweet skin as he roamed down the valley of her breasts.

  She moaned unintelligently, gasping as he closed over one generous peak and sucked her nipple deeply into his mouth with one long, hard draw. She gripped his head, holding him there as he tasted her and rolled his tongue around the taut flesh.

  “No,” she cried as he pulled free and tortured her other breast with biting, sucking kisses. He groaned deep in his throat as he suckled, moving his hands up her backside, pushing up her skirt to discover her ass was as bare as her breasts had been.

  The knowledge made his muscles flex, his cock throbbing to be inside her.

  “I need you inside me,” she begged, her voice almost alien, her entreaty cutting his patience.

  He was mad for her, and her quiet, persistent pleading and movements wore down his resolve to maintain what little control he possessed. He straightened, looking deeply into her slumberous eyes as he stooped and caught the back of a knee in each hand, spreading her legs and lifting her up the wall until he could cradle himself between her soft inner thighs.

  He tried to kiss her again, but she arched her head back, avoiding his lips as they climbed over her jaw and throat before tugging at one earlobe.

  Her arousal had seeped down her legs. His hips slipped against them, and the knowledge that she was so ready for him increased his libido tenfold. Grunting in the back of his throat, fiercing her tender throat with his teeth, he curled his hips forward. The cream of her want gathered on his cockhead as he closed the distance and split the petals of her sex down the middle as he sought entrance.

  Her nails scraped down his spine, digging into the tops of his buttocks, urging him, prodding him to take her hard and hot and violently.

  The beast inside him awakened to the faint scent of his blood and her lust, growling with the hunger barely checked.

  “Do it,” she cried, sending him over the edge of reason into madness.

  He thrust past the tender edged hole, plunging hard and deep into her tight pussy. She screamed, shuddering against him, her inner muscles clenching around him as if that could halt the drive that took him deep into her womb.

  He stopped when he could go no deeper, instantly breaking into a sweat with the strain of holding still when he wanted--needed--to pump into her like a madman until he’d spilled his seed. His nostrils flared with his violent breathing. The restraint gnawed like a cancer, eating away self-control.

  He wouldn’t cum inside her. It was what they wanted, what they had tortured him for for so long. He couldn’t let them break him with her. It became a mantra inside his head as he withdrew to the tip and plunged inside again, repeating the promise with each stroke, feeling as if he would die with the pleasure of impaling his flesh in her warm, wet cunt.

  She was moaning and gasping incessantly now, her body climbing toward climax. He felt the change in her muscles as they clenched and unclenched around his cock, scented the perfumed arousal as it increased its flow to ease his way, to staunch the burning drive of his thick strokes.

  Orgasm burst upon her suddenly, wringing cries from her throat, shudders from deep within. She rippled around him, pulling his flesh, torturing him, drawing him him to disaster. He gritted his teeth, pumping into her harder, barely restrained, growling as he sucked her jawline.

  He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think for the pressure building in his sac. He was going to explode.

  Sweet release beckoned, tortured him with its siren call.

  Her cunt scorched his flesh. The need to ram inside her again and again held him in its fierce grip. Jesse bit her neck, sucked a love bite there as he fought himself, and the ravaging beast inside him that demanded its appetite be appeased.

  “Please,” she screamed as her body seized in another climax and another, and still he couldn’t pull away. “Please cum. Cum inside me. Oh Jesus, please, please….”

  He growled against her throat, felt frustrated tears squeeze from his clenched lids. His balls tightened. His shaft throbbed. The blood in his veins burned, turned molten as pressure increased until he couldn’t breathe. He gasped for air, and a hoarse cry tore from his throat as his cock erupted.

  He was gone. Too far gone. He couldn’t stop. Mindlessly, he drove inside her, pinning her against the wall, his hi
ps slamming into her as he moved like a madman. Semen spewed within her depths, bathing her insides. Her cunt seized on him, clutching, drawing out every drop he had within him, until he collapsed his weight against her and weakly released her legs to drop to the floor.

  A shudder wracked his body. He caressed her face as he nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent, memorizing it.

  “What’s your name,” he whispered urgently against her ear.

  Even if she hadn’t been too far gone to respond, too drugged with sated desire and whatever chemical they’d pumped into her, she didn’t get the chance to answer. As if they’d been watching and waiting, his chains suddenly jerked upward, nearly yanking his arms from the socket as he was hauled off his feet to dangle impotently in the air again. The door slammed open.

  Chapter Two

  Jesse roared in fury, struggling mindlessly to free himself from the manacles.

  “Tranquilize him,” the heartless bitch ordered behind him, and a whoosh of compressed air sounded as a tranquilizer dart left its gun and imbedded in his back.

  He went limp nearly instantly, and the second dart wiped him out completely.

  “Take her to the lab,” Freda ordered one guard, gesturing toward Erin where she slumped against the wall.

  Erin put up no fight as the guard strode forward, grabbed an arm, and led her outside.

  “You,” Freda said, looking at the two remaining guards, “Take him down and secure him to the table. Make certain the restraints are tight. If he wakes up, tranq. him again.”

  A curious mixture of triumph, satisfaction, and anger filled her as she watched them lower the beast to the floor and unfasten his restraints. She’d seen the hungry, predatory way he’d watched Erin and known he wouldn’t be able to resist a chance at fucking her.

  As pleased as she was, on a scientific level, about being right, and finally obtaining the specimen they’d wanted, as a woman it still irked the hell out of her that she hadn’t been able to drive him over the edge herself.

  Dismissing it when she saw the guards had everything well in hand, Freda left to join Wagner in the lab to collect their specimen. After the show she had just watched, she was confidant the beast had left quite a large deposit inside his sweet little fuck.

  * * * *

  A voice nagged at Jesse, pulling him out of the blackness into harsh, unforgiving light. His chest hurt as if it was wrapped in a vice. Experimentally, he tried to shift position, but he couldn’t move his arms or legs.

  The faint click of the door as the catch was depressed alerted him to someone’s arrival. He feigned unconsciousness.

  She chuckled. There was nothing pleasant about the sound and he knew immediately that it was the cold bitch that had taken such delight in torturing him since he’d been taken. “I know you’re faking,” she said in a singsong voice. He felt her breath against his ear as she leaned closer. “We have cameras.”

  He lunged at her with his face, snapping his canines. She leapt back, evading his attempt to slam his head into hers and knock her insensible. Anger, he saw, glittered in her eyes when he opened his to look at her. It vanished in the face of the rage he made no attempt to hide.

  “Now I’m disappointed. After what I witnessed a few minutes ago, I was certain we’d made a break through with you.”

  His eyes narrowed.

  She shrugged, feigning unconcern and moved to a table beyond his vision. He heard the clink of metal against glass and stiffened, knowing even before she appeared beside him again that she’d gone to get something to inject in him. He snarled at her when he saw his suspicions confirmed by the syringe in her hand, struggling to summon his beast even as she stabbed the needle into his arm and depressed the plunger.

  His beast rose inside of him, but remained there.

  He’d suspected the restraints manacling him to the table must be silver coated as the ones in his cell were, but he had hoped that they had gotten sloppy.

  The furious pounding of his heart sent the drug she’d injected into him surging through his body. A wave of heat traveled with it.

  It wasn’t the burn of caustic chemicals like poison spreading through his bloodstream. It was synthetic arousal. Without prompting or any outward stimuli, he felt his body awakening, felt desire began to churn inside of him.

  It flickered through his mind that it must be the same thing they’d given her and, as he felt his body reeling out of control, that she could not have controlled the urges the drug evoked even half as well as he could. He doubted if she had even had much awareness of what she was doing.

  The thoughts disturbed him, made it more difficult to fight the drug in his system. He set them aside with an effort, focusing on his current dilemma.

  “You seemed … particularly taken with Erin,” she murmured thoughtfully, dragging a hand down the middle of his chest, her fingertips playing with stomach muscles.

  Erin. Her name was Erin. The name summoned her image in his mind, called up the memory of his possession of her, and his desperate struggle to retain control slipped drastically, threatened to completely evade his hold.

  “It would be a shame, I’m thinking, if anything happened to her.”

  The threat to Erin instantly altered the direction of his passions, summoning his beast. Caged by the silver manacles, it erupted inside of him. Rage supplanted desire. He bucked uselessly against his restraints with no thought in mind but rending his tormentor to shreds.

  Fear flickered in her eyes, and something else he couldn’t quite interpret, but a satisfied smile curled her lips, as well, and his rage turned inward as he realized he had allowed his beast to rule him, to deprive him of the only weapon he had to protect Erin--his wits. “What makes you think I have any interest in what happens to any of you mortals?” he growled.

  She curled her fingers around his balls, squeezing them painfully. It knocked the breath out of him as surely as if she’d punched him in the solar plexus. He jerked reflexively, expelling a grunt of pain. “I think the thing I like best about working with you creatures is that I can do pretty much anything I want to. As long as it doesn’t leave a mark, no one gives a shit,” she said thoughtfully, her voice almost a purr of pleasure.

  “Aren’t you worried about what your colleagues will think when they see you fondling an animal?”

  “But they won’t,” she murmured, chuckling. “I turned off the cameras.”

  She climbed up on the table, straddling him. Her skirt rode up her legs as she settled her bare ass on his upper thighs. He angled his head to look down at her. He could see the nest of dark hair between her thighs. He hadn’t just imagined her ass was bare. She’d removed her panties.

  Conflicting sensations instantly drew him in two diametrically opposing directions. He hated the cold blooded bitch with a passion that made him feel ill with the desire to take her head off her shoulders. His body, however, recognized only the feel of woman’s flesh and the scent of desire, and the drug she’d injected him with magnified his natural instincts almost beyond control.

  He gritted his teeth, focusing his attention on the blinding light in the ceiling as she began to fondle him with diabolical finesse, massaging his scrotum and his cock until blood engorged his member, bringing him painfully erect. He battled the urge inwardly, forcing himself to recall everything she had done to him since he had been taken, every smirk that had made him long to strangle the life out of her. Slowly, the urge subsided. The painful tightness in his balls and the throbbing pulse of blood in his cock eased.

  She hissed angrily as his cock softened in her hands. “I guess I misjudged you. You really don’t care what I do to that little cunt, do you?”

  Jesse stiffened. He tried to tell himself she wouldn’t dare harm Erin, but he had every reason to believe the cold hearted bitch would do just about anything--and no reason to doubt her threats. He gave up his battle with the drug, allowing it to overwhelm him.

  As his cock stood erect once more, she smiled in satisfaction.
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br />   He closed his eyes to shut out her face and that smile that brought out his killer instincts. He blocked the thoughts that rambled through the drugged haze of his mind of what he would do to her if he ever managed to get his hands on her.

  Instead, he summoned images of Erin to mind, indulged his fantasy that it was her flesh, her wetness he felt his cock sliding through, clenching around his cock. Pleasure invaded his senses, caught him up in a race toward release. Her throaty moans of excitement became Erin’s voice in his ears and mind, driving him nearer and nearer his release.

  He felt her body convulse with release, the spasms of her inner muscles working along his cock in a milking motion that lifted him to the brink of madness, to the edge of release. He sucked in a harsh breath, held it, bracing himself for the explosion as his cock jerked.

  She was huffing with effort as she rode him faster and harder, trying to push him over the edge. A husky chuckle of satisfaction escaped her as she felt his cock jerk inside of her. “That’s a good little beast,” she murmured. “Give it to me.”

  The taunting note in her voice penetrated his absorption in attaining release.

  “Erin will be relieved to know she won’t have to milk you herself next time. As devoted as she is to the project, she’s repulsed at having to actually fuck one of you creatures to gather specimens.”

  He lost his erection so abruptly his head swam sickeningly from the sudden shift in blood flow.

  The cold bitch humped him several more times before it dawned on her that she was trying to ride a wet noodle. She slipped back on his thighs, staring down at his flaccid member in stunned disbelief for several moments before she uttered a growl of rage and slid off him.

  After glaring at him furiously for a handful of seconds, she stalked beyond his range of vision. He heard the hiss as the dart was released a split second before he felt the prick of the injection. For once relief hit him as the tranquilizer kicked in and oblivion consumed him.