Free Enslaved by Colette Gale Page B

for, slave? There are fifteen other men waiting for you.”
    She obeyed, moving to the man next to the one whom she’d just sucked off. He was already hard, and his cock, though not as long, was thick and ready for her lips. She slid down over him, tasting the saltiness of the little droplet at the tip of his rod, and used her tongue to lick it away. He shivered and shifted himself deeper into her mouth.
    Jane held his hips and began to work her puffy, swollen lips over him, over and over. He was ready and shot hard and fast into the back of her throat, nearly choking her.
    This time, she didn’t wait. She finished, swallowed, and moved on to the second row of men. By now each of them had erections of some sort—from anticipation as well as from watching and hearing her pleasure the others. She took them each deep and hard into her mouth, pumping and sucking until she thought her jaw would never close again.
    Each one was new torture—the scent, taste, feel of hard cock in her mouth, the noises each man made: groans and grunts and sighs. And then there were the hands. Somehow, though manacled, they found her breasts, fondling them, teasing her already raw, red nipples until she wanted to scream around the rod in her mouth.
    Jane felt her own juices, and she felt as if her labia were about to burst free, she was so swollen. One man found the most sensitive part of her nipples and stroked her, faster and harder—just as she stroked up and down on him—until she felt the shock of an orgasm shoot through her in soft, pulsing waves. She couldn’t hold back a groan of her own, sighing around his thick cock as her body shook and shivered.
    He came at that moment, bursting into the back of her throat with a hot, hard wad. She took him all, swallowing and licking the tip of his cock with a little thank-you for the bit of pleasure he’d given her.
    Then she rose to her feet and stumbled to the next man. It was Captain Holt, and it was all Jane could do to keep from biting down on the massive hard-on that waited for her.
    “Guess I should have taken you when I had the chance,” he muttered as she dutifully closed her mouth around him. “But this will do…” His words ended in a soft grunt and he shuddered gently against her as she slid down to the root.
    Jane’s body was on fire, only half satisfied from the soft, superficial orgasm. She wanted more. She needed more. She sucked on his cock, licking and stroking with fervor, hoping he’d find a way to touch her…to bring her along with him. Her lips were so swollen and her jaw so tight she could hardly move, and she was becoming dizzy from lack of food and drink as well as the up-and-down motion…over and over and over….
    She sighed and sucked and licked, her eyes closed, focusing on her own pleasure—as if she could will herself to orgasm. She gripped his taut buttocks, working her mouth around the head of his rod, playing, teasing, allowing herself to enjoy—
    “Enough!”
    All at once, Jane felt herself flying through the air. She landed on the ground a few feet from the two columns of men—half of whom had already been serviced by her.
    Zenovia stood where Jane had been only a moment before. “You!” she said, leaning in toward Holt. “She is my slave. How dare you touch my property! How dare you presume!”
    She turned in a whirlwind of barely controlled fury. “Out. Everyone out of here. All of you .”

— VII —
     
     
    As Jane lay there on the ground, panting, throbbing, confused, and more than a little frightened, the entire chamber was vacated more rapidly than she could have imagined.
    When they were alone, Zenovia turned upon her, yanking Jane to her feet with a painful grip. She braced herself for a blow, to be shaken or thrown… something …
    But to her surprise, Zenovia began to unlock the chains around her waist, and those that threaded through the metal cup covering her quim. She tore them away, and the next thing Jane knew, she was