Virgin Captive — Mayan Demon's Punishments: Forbidden Secrets in the Underworld Read online

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  Teaser

  Title

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Forbidden

  Torment

  Torture

  Wager

  Payment

  Sneak Peek: Innocent Captive

  Excerpt: Losing It in Africa (Interracial MMF Menage Thriller)

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  About the Author

  Virgin Captive Description

  Teaser

  When John invited me to come on his archaeological dig, I said yes and counted the days.

  From when I was a kid, the ancient Maya and their blood rituals mesmerized me. I mean, there's that carving of a king's wife with a rope full of thorns, feet of it, running through her tongue. I needed to know about these people. Looking at that image gave me the strangest quivers. All that pain and blood, and even before I had words for it, something in me reached toward states that transcended normal consciousness. Extreme states opened the gates.

  Virgin Captive —

  Mayan Demon’s Punishments

  Forbidden Secrets in the Underworld

  The complete 5-episode serial

  By Q. Zayne

  Note: The serial episodes were originally published as singles under the titles Virgin Captive, Torture, Torment, Wager and Payment in the Steamy Secrets in the Mayan Underworld series..

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  Electronic book publication: January, 2016. Updated May, 2016

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual businesses, entities, creatures or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All people and incidents are products of the author’s imagination.

  This work is for mature readers 18+.

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  for D & T

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  Forbidden

  My forehead hurt and I was cold. Uncomfortable, too. I lay on what felt like a flat rock, instead of on my camping pad. Bound and gagged. This couldn't be for real. I yanked my hands and feet. Leather cuffs dug in. Panic clawed at my insides.

  I didn't want to, not knowing what was in my mouth, but I pushed at the gag with my tongue.

  If I could push it out of my mouth or get it loose, I could scream. It didn't taste as bad as I feared. Fabric with some give, like a scrap of T-shirt.

  I pushed so hard I strained my tongue. The gag pushed between my lips, tied so firmly I couldn't dislodge it. I rolled my head side to side. The knot was behind one ear and I wasn't making it any looser, just making my head hurt worse so I stopped.

  The air smelled stale. As if the rock under me wasn't enough of a clue, the dead smell of the place told me I wasn't in my tent. Where the hell was I?

  Maybe screaming wasn't a good idea. Who had me? If they were kidnappers or mercenaries I might be better off keeping my mouth shut. The whole region knew about John's expedition, knew he was a ridiculously wealthy American and that I was his stepdaughter, his only family other than my mother. He spread a lot of money around to get access to this site and it paid off with the discovery of a tomb. Nothing like massive displays of wealth to bring out the worst in people.

  Someone would find me. I had to stay chill. What the hell happened? I took a deep breath.

  It came back to me. We put in a long day photographing the temple as usual and I went to bed in my tent. I heard something flapping, and everything John said about vampire bats freaked me out and I struggled with the tent zip and ran out of there. I ran like a maniac and banged into something. I wanted to touch the knot on my forehead. It was probably the size of a dog-chewed tennis ball and about as attractive. Others on the team confirmed there were bats that fed on people's blood, John wasn't just being a sadist. So I escaped what sounded like bats only to end up tied down and gagged in some dark, enclosed place. This was insane. This didn't happen to real people. Unless they were heiresses.

  I smelled him before I saw him. John, with his scent of pipe tobacco and a spicy aftershave from a decade ago that I hadn't been able to break him from using. It was his natural scent under everything else that came through as pure male. OMG he found me. I was saved.

  A lantern came on and I saw it hanging from his big, veiny, calloused hand.

  Huh? What was he doing just standing there? It was like he was already there. If he'd come in to find me, he would have had the lantern on. It made no sense unless — No. I shut down and shut my eyes. Instinctively, I tried to pull my arms and legs close to my body but the shackles prevented me from moving. I could barely squirm on the stone. It was a nightmare. I had to be having a bad dream.

  His soundless appearance filled me with dread. The stone I was bound to was just below the level of his waist. I was secured to an altar.

  John put the lantern on the floor between us, muscles in his back ripping in the shirt he wore that day. It even had the rip across one beefy shoulder from when he'd squeezed through a passage half-filled with rubble. I got chills. This was too real for a dream. His heady sweat rousing me smelled too real, so close to me, the way he'd been so close he often brushed my body as we worked in the Mayan tomb, and I didn't move away because I liked it. I liked him. Maybe this was my fault.

  I shivered and kept my eyes shut as if I could make all of it go away.

  "I know this may be hard for you to accept, Shell, but I married your mother to get close to you." His deep voice sent a thrill through me. It took me a minute to really get what he said. What the hell? Was that supposed to be a freaking compliment?

  "But why?" The squeak in my voice betrayed that he was scaring me. I clenched my jaw, fighting for control. I could still smell his sweat and my fear cut through it, rank and intense.

  "I wanted full control over your life. The opportunity to educate you and gain your trust. And most of all, the means to bring you here."

  My whole life shook like a castle made of blocks and fell. John had been so much to me, my mentor, my guide, my teacher, the man of the house, the main man in my life. And it was all a lie. My mouth felt dry. I wanted to wake up from this but my goosebumps and hard nipples assured me I was awake.

  "Here? Bring me here, where?" I strained at my bonds, trying to see where I was and understand what he meant. Not because I had much hope of understanding. John was apparently crazy, but I needed any advantage I could find to get through this. Maybe Nathan would notice I was gone and come looking for me.

  Nathan, the expedition's official archaeologist, gave me so many deep, green-eyed glances I felt sure he'd do anything to help me. Please, Nathan, get up to take a piss or something and notice my tent flap's open and I'm missing!

  It was dark. The small lantern cast such a small glow it barely reached one wall.

  Ancient Mayan symbols carved deep in the wall confirmed my fears. John had me in the tomb. No one was likely to come in here without an order from him, not even Nathan. My heart raced and I understood how jaguars felt when people put them in cages. I was trapped.

  He leaned toward me and the light hit his unshaven face and bloodshot eyes.

  "Just take it easy, Shell. Relax. You aren't going to be able to get away. You don't really think I'd bind you so poorly that you could slip away like a heroine in a bad movie, do you?" The soothing familiarity of his voice helped me get my breathing under control.

  That was cruel. I'd trusted him for so long. Yet I also obeyed the implied command. I stopped struggling. He was right. I wasn't getting out of the leather wrist and ankle restraints that shackled me to the stone. They weren't tight enough to give me pins and needles, but they had a firm grip. There would be no secret agent maneuver that would get me free of them.

  "Good girl. That's better."

  Damn him. I closed my eyes. I didn't trust myself to speak. But this was exactly like the secret fantasies I'd written in my journals. Had he read them? I made myself take a deep breath.

  The last thing I wanted to do in this helpless position was risk pissing him off. What the hell could I do?

  Despite the urge to struggle and fight the bonds, I made myself hold still. I was past hoping this was some kind of joke. He'd always had a mean streak, the kind of stuff men call teasing but that's meant to hurt and belittle. But this wasn't that. He looked serious. And hot.

  I totally hated that reaction, but I couldn't deny it. The man was more than twice my age, had just admitted to marrying my mother to dupe us both, and had me shackled to an ancient altar — yet I tingled in my panties noticing how his open shirt displayed his muscular hairy chest and wondered if he brought me here to touch me in forbidden ways. I guessed I was sick, but I couldn't help it. Maybe he couldn't help it either. I swallowed, uncomfortably aware of the scent of my arousal overcoming my fear sweat.

  His gaze swept over my body and I became aware of having nothing but a thin T-shirt and panties between me and his body.

  My best chance was to play along. Be compliant, let him do what he'd brought me here to do to me and then he'd let me go. I'd let him do it, let him be my first man. He'd left me with no choice. Maybe that was for the best.

  Maybe his kind of crazy was contagious. This Mayan tomb was far from the setting I'd imagined for my first time. My fantasies ran to veiled beds on tropical islands and being in love.

  Squirming on the stone I stopped breathing. I didn't want to think that. But I did have feelings for my stepfather. Super uncomfortable feelings. I looked at the hollows under his eyes, his cruel, sensual mouth, his broad shoulders, narrow hips and the huge swelling hard-on pushing at the front of his jeans. I swallowed hard. I thought my mind was being melodramatic, but it looked like my first guess was right. My stepfather brought me into the tomb to take me.

  "We're going somewhere together, just the two of us."

  "Mmph umph." I tried to say okay, humor him, but all my agreement came out as noises through the gag. I nodded encouragement.

  He stepped toward me and the light caught his powerful body. For the first time, the gun he wore holstered on his hip at digs to discourage thieves caused me serious concern. Scared piss-less about covered it.

  Taboos pretty much fell off the truck under the circumstances. I was of age and he had me in his power. I was even consenting, as much as I could with a rag tied around my face. I'd even call him Dudududaddy when he stuck it in if he wanted. How'd that old song go, 'My heart belongs to dadadadadadadaddeeeee —" I'd sing that to him while he popped me open if that would make him happy. Right then, all I wanted was to live.

  It didn't hurt that he was giving me a guilt-free way to get what I'd secretly desired, that heavy cock I'd peeked at so many times. Maybe he even knew I had an eye hole into his bathroom. I'd learned from him how literal the phrase 'piss like a racehorse' really was.

  He stepped closer and I gasped. The light fell right on his bulge. OMG that was massive. I'd never seen his huge snake hard, so I could only guess what was in store for my virgin V.

  This wasn't really happening. I hit my head hard. The whole thing could be a hallucination. Any minute, tender Nathan — who was a delicious male specimen despite being such a braniac — would scoop me up in his arms and carry me back to my tent. Maybe he'd even admit how he felt about me in classic romance novel fashion and cop a feel under the guise of zipping my sleeping bag. I'd let him do more than that, this Victorian freaking brain fever about my stepdad had me so damned horny. I got a grip and let out my breath, pretending a sense of safety I didn't really feel.

  My stepfather mounted me on the altar and splintered my fantasy. His jeans felt rough on my inner thighs. I wasn't sure whether to expect a kiss or a fast knife-thrust type jab of his cock through my hymen. I tried not to grit my teeth. A few quick exhales to keep myself present didn't help. The oxygen made me dizzy and I sounded like I was practicing to give birth.

  John gripped my sides, his hands so big I felt weirdly small under him. His fingers felt as big as my ribs. He held me tight and chanted something. A language like nothing I'd ever heard before, yet it struck me as familiar. Could that be the language I'd been giving myself headaches trying to transcribe and decipher, the language of the tomb's inscriptions?

  The light seemed to swirl and turn colors and I was inside some early psychedelic animation, belly flipping as the altar tilted and everything around me flashed and funneled into a crazy spiral taking me down and down.

  John held me tight and his words kept on, steady and rhythmic. I felt his hard-on against my slick panties, separated from my hymen by nothing but our clothes, but he wasn't trying to get inside me. His eyes were closed, his face raised and all his will seemed focused on his incantation.

  That's what it was — an ancient spell.

  That's as much thinking as I could manage as things spun out of control and my stepfather's body was all that kept me anchored and sane as we careened into the dark.

  Into the underworld. Underworld. I had no other words for it. As much as I still expected and hoped to wake up in a hospital with a concussion, the distinct sulfurous smell and bone-jarring impact of the altar locking into place in a different, jagged floor convinced me that the impossible ruled.

  Impossible, such as the lowest level of the Mayan underworld.

  Fissures filled with snaking, dancing flames and cavernous tunnels branching out from the hellish, literally, massive cave convinced me that my guess wasn't far off. My stepfather's spell took us to the ancient local death realm. For all my studying of ancient texts, I had no concept of what to do or what was up. Not that I was in a position to do anything.

  John leaped off of me with remarkable grace for such a big man. What was up with that? Was he finished with me? Did he spend in his pants? But no. By the light of all the dancing flames it was clear his hard-on still pressed at his jeans.

  His erect posture and downcast eyes clued me something was up, as if enough hadn't been up already.

  The presence that emerged, as if rising from a fissure to loom over us, drove all thoughts out of my aching head.

  The faceless giant made me shrink on the stone, all my cells aching for escape. I cursed John with everything in me for bringing me here.

  This was nuts. Had John drugged me? If he hadn't, and I wasn't unconscious or dreaming, a massive, monstrous red being towered over me, brandishing an insanely huge erection. Talk about too big to fit. What was this, threaten the virgin night? I'd just wrapped my head around letting my stepfather pop my cherry, my admittedly super-hot stepfather, and now I faced defloration by what, a demon? A god of the underworld? What the hell?

  My hunky stepfather bowed low. He looked puny compared to blazing guy.

  I glanced at the floor. Through licks of flame that seemed to surround him like an entoura ge, his hooves shone, gleaming black like obsidian, bigger than a champion bull's. Everything of his was bigger than a bull's and I knew that for sure because I'd watched matings at one of John's ranches. Way bigger. OMG. I wanted to pass out. This was beyond insane and I needed an escape.

  In a leap so graceful it took my breath away, the devil mounted me. His hot fingers shredded my panties. My screams stayed trapped in my throat and when I finally let loose as his claws raked my T-shirt off and cut my breasts, the gag caught my agony and terror.

  My traitor V creamed even as my blood ran down my bruised ribs where I still felt the passionate grip of my stepfather's hands.

  "As you requested, my lord, a virgin schooled to your specifications."

  Schooled. All that time I thought I was getting away with things, sneaking into his porn, peeking at his cock, even watching the matings, and the whole time John orchestrated everything to prime me for this. This.

  The long, black, razor nails slid down my hips, marking me.

  The demon lord rubbed his massive cock up and down my crotch, making me crazy. My traitor V felt drenched. But that huge thing was too big to fit! I was a virgin, barely out of high school. It would have been crazy enough to surrender to my stepfather's too-big cock, but the demon's engorged erection threatened me with its inhuman, insanely massive girth. No girl could take that thing!

  "You'll take it." The voice was right inside my brain.

  The demon lord lodged his enormous knob in my tiny notch and shoved.

  He made it fit. My trapped screams felt like they'd explode my brain the way he exploded my V.

  I gibbered and howled, The pain and immensity of it ravaged my body and spirit and mind so completely I flew out of my petite body and watched the ravaging demon lord take it from the cave's ceiling. I dropped lower, watching as the demon lord's gigantic monster cock speared my small hole, ramming through my hymen and filling me wider and deeper than a human girl was meant to be filled.