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O'Clare, Lorie - Sex Slaves Trilogy (v1.0) Contents: 01 Sex Traders 02 Waiting For Yesterday 03 Waiting For Dawn [bookmark: OClare_Lorie_-_Sex_Slaves_01_-_Sex_]O'Clare, Lorie - Sex Slaves 01 - Sex Traders (v1.0) [image: ] SEX TRADERS An Ellora's Cave Publication, September 2004 Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc. PO Box787 Hudson,OH44236-0787 ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0025-0 Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned): Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) HTML SEX TRADERS © 2004 LORIE O'CLARE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors' imagination and used fictitiously. Edited bySue-Ellen Gower. Cover art bySyneca. Sex Slaves 1: Sex Traders Lorie O'Clare Chapter One "Hurry!" Flames leapt from the building. They wouldn't get out in time. "Get the children down to the river. Follow it to the village." Her father's slaves had no skills. Bred for pleasure, the children his bastards, Marla knew their chances for survival were slim. But they would die a worse death here. The last of the women ran, the children fleeing by their sides, while the once beautiful structure that had been her father's sanctuary burned to the ground. "Marla! Quick! Take cover!" Krone, her father's personal guard, barely yelled his warning before a fire bullet scorched through his back. Burnt flesh filled the air with its unbearable stench. Her stomach bucked, bitter bile rising to her throat. She clamped her hand over her mouth, praying she wouldn't vomit. Every minute counted if she were to stay alive through this nightmare. She ran toward the house, determined they wouldn't find her father's body. Black smoke filled her lungs, her eyes watering. Her black cape, the one she'd always worn with pride that marked her daughter of ; the house of Torl, served now only to cover her face. A Bortan flier buzzed overhead. Krone had told her father they would attack the structures. But Torl was a damned stubborn, old man. He'd refused to leave his home, and now he was dead. "Leave us alone," she cried out toward the black, single-piloted Bortan flier. "You've destroyed us already." She wouldn't break down now. The lump in her throat threatened to spread into tears. "Let me bury my dead in peace." The Bortan flier disappeared into the thick clouds formed from the burning countryside, but then reappeared before she made it across the yard. Her heart raced, fear creeping down her spine, when the black contraption lowered its landing gear. She'd heard the threats that the Bortan would quarter her father, casting his body parts over the four largest villages. "The end of the Torl Empire." She'd laughed at the merchant who'd told her the stories. "They will desecrate his body, spreading his limbs for all to see that they have successfully wiped out the sex slave markets." "They only want to corner the market for themselves." She hadn't a care in the world about the Bortan at that time. But the merchant had wagged a knowing finger at her. "Don't be foolish. The Bortan control most of the solar system. They won't have sex sold without their tax applied." "The Torl family will breed sex slaves for generations to come," she had assured him. "Tax free. The Bortan have no jurisdiction here." What was left of her legacy burned beyond control. The Bortan pushed open the door of his flier, his metal armor that covered him from head to toe, visible even in the thick smoke. All of the guns were in the house. She had only her knife, useless against this metal-cast warrior. Horror gripped her while she watched him approach, his armor clinking with each step. If he didn't kill her immediately, he would rape her. Worse yet, he would take her with him, possibly selling her as a torture slave at one of the Bortan outposts. She turned, knowing running was futile, but not willing to simply stand and accept her fate. Terror choked her, stealing her breath, making movement impossible. Behind her stood another person, tall, dark, his expression brooding. The last person she expected to see in her own front yard was mere feet away. Her mouth went dry, while her heart began pounding so hard that it hurt. Trev of Kopah, son of Kopah, her father's worst enemy, approached her, laser in hand. It had been years since she'd seen him last, and then she'd kicked his ass. The gaunt teenager was gone, replaced by a muscular man, his grayish, almost lavender eyes hell-bent on their mission. Breathing was hard enough to do in the thick smoke, but staring into the face of the man whom she'd denied years ago made it almost impossible. His clothes clung to his muscular torso and were stained, covered with soot. Apparently the Bortan had attacked Kopah territory too. That would make sense. She doubted Trev would be so filthy if he weren't defending his land. But even with smeared mud and ash, the first thing that caught her eye was how damned sexy he looked standing there, his laser aimed at her. Her insides tightened, desire rippling through her while she stared at those intriguing grayish-lavender eyes. This man, her lifelong sworn enemy, moved her like no man ever had. Standing there, in the middle of her yard with everything she knew burning at the hands of enemies, something ignited inside her that she couldn't identify. She shouldn't be feeling like this. Her home burned around her and everyone she knew was dead. Her reaction to him had to be a result of shock. Why else would she suddenly feel so damned turned on staring into his sensual gaze? "What do you want?" She barely whispered, her mouth dry from inhaling so much smoke. "You." His eyes darkened, the gray giving away to lavender. Smoke and darkness around him only added to the mystery of his presence here. Something in his gaze gripped her. Not terror, at least not the terror she knew from the Bortan. His look was almost predatory—possessive. He took a step closer, looking ready to devour her. It would make sense that he wanted her so he could kill her. Their families had been enemies forever. But the way he stared at her right now, his penetrating gaze devouring her, he didn't look like he wanted to kill her. That was the look of a man who wanted to fuck her silly. She must be beyond shock. She was losing her mind. The clinking of armor brought her back to her senses. The Bortan walked toward her from behind. She was trapped between two enemies. The last thing she wanted to do was choose which of these men would kill her—or fuck her. Her chances were slim, but she would fight to the end. "I will not die today." She turned from both men, praying the gods were on her side. The uneven ground and her long cape made running a challenge, but she wouldn't surrender. The medic's house was her last chance for cover. Laser fire whistled behind her. If Trev had aimed at her, he was a worse shot than she was. Her cape billowed behind her while she stumbled down the hill toward the medic's quarters. "There are guns here. Think." Her hands shook while she latched the door closed. She hadn't been inside the small house used for physicals, abortions, or any other attention the slaves might need, for quite a while. "Is anyone here?" The examination room appeared empty. She yanked open drawers searching for weapons, shaking so hard she almost pulled a few drawers all the way out. "No!" She yelped when a large bang against the office door about made her jump out of her skin. "Leave while you can." She screamed at the bolted door. "I'm armed." She needed to find a gun. A weapon of any kind would do. She raced to the next examination room, sliding on the floor, her knee burning when she fell. There wasn't anything here to defend herself. "Gods!" She screamed at the sound of crashing wood, realizing immediately she had given her whereabouts away. Some warrior she would make. There was no escape. The Bortan warrior clinked while he walked, metal scraping over the white tiled floor. There were examination rooms on either side of her, but otherwise she stood, trapped, in the narrow hallway leading to the main entry room. "For the sake of the gods, Bortan." She hated how pathetic she sounded. "Leave me in peace to bury my dead. You've done enough damage." She swallowed the lump in her throat while watching him slide his fire gun back on to his belt. There was no comfort in the knowledge that he didn't plan on killing her immediately. The Bortan raised his helmet, his red eyes glowing against his pale humanoid skin. He pulled his gloves off, the mechanical movement of his fingers reminding her that she dealt with a machine here, as well as a person. She licked her dry lips, taking a step backwards. He had her trapped, his presence filling the end of the short hallway. There was no way she could get past him. He obviously realized this, since he took his time removing his gloves. "I don't intend to do any further damage." His voice vibrated. Possibly his manmade vocal chords had been damaged in battle. "In fact, word is that a slut like you will enjoy what I have." She shuddered, backing away from him. "I'm not a slut." "Oh. That's right." His laughter chilled her blood, the gruesome vibrating sound turning her stomach. "You just breed and sell sluts." He shrugged. "Whatever. I'm still going to fuck you." Chapter Two Trev rolled over on the ground, wondering if the bumps he felt were on his head, or from the dirt he lay on. "Fucking Bortan." What a despicable race, feeling their superiority by enhancing their body parts with machinery. He rubbed his head, taking his time sitting up, regaining his wits about him. At least he now knew that the Bortan's fire-gun must need recharging. The Bortan hadn't fired at him, simply pounded his head with his fist. Like that wasn't enough. He groaned, forcing himself to stand. Some hero he was. Although he hadn't visited Torl since he was a boy, he remembered the layout of the Torl Estate. Hell. He remembered everything about his last visit. And this visit seemed to be getting off to about as good of a start. There was one difference though. The last time he'd been here a cute teenage girl had tormented him. Now the sexiest woman he'd ever lay eyes on had taken her place. Marla sure had grown up. He'd wanted to fuck her when he was a boy. Now he knew he wouldn't leave Torl until he had felt the smooth heat of her pussy wrapped around his cock. He didn't run far before noticing a small structure at the bottom of a hill, protected by surrounding trees. The Bortan must not have noticed it, or they probably would have burned it, too. Images of Marla, still a teenager, appeared in his thoughts. The last time he'd seen her, she had assured him she would rather die than have him touch her. He wondered if she still felt the same way. The terrified look she'd given him just now seemed proof enough she didn't view him as an ally. That night, so long ago, he had crept onto Torl land, intending to spy on her. News of the parties held here, the successful business deals conducted, the amazing sex shows and orgies that took place, were incentive enough to sneak onto the land. Like everyone else, Trev heard how Torl treated his sex slaves. They were reported to live in the lap of luxury, spoiled and nurtured, trained in the fine art of pleasure, then sold at incredibly high bids. The rumors had been accurate. Trev remembered watching two young slave girls strip before their master, and then praise him by sucking his cock. The party attendees watched the act, until Torl gestured that his other slaves should mingle among the guests, offering their bodies to his guests for them to enjoy as they saw fit. Trev had almost ruined his pants watching the orgy that followed from his hiding place. He probably would have, if he hadn't been caught. The guards had held him here, in this house. It had been an examination area at the time, used to assure the slaves met health codes. Trev still remembered waiting for what seemed like hours before Torl showed up, his daughter in tow. Marla was more beautiful up close than she had been at a distance, and he remembered stumbling over every word while answering Torl's questions. The old man could have had him flogged for violating several treaties, crossing onto enemy land, gathering knowledge his father could have used against Torl. Their families competed for sex slave trade control, both houses growing wealthier every year, and hating each other more and more for the other's success. "You might as well let him go, father." Marla had turned her back on him, her curved ass displayed so nicely in the tight pants she had worn that night. "Let him tell his family of our success. I'm sure a messenger boy is all he is good at. The gods know I would rather die than be touched by him. I'm sure that is the opinion of all ladies of society." "Go home then, boy." Torl had dismissed him with the wave of a hand, turning to rejoin his guests. "Be it known if I see you again, you won't walk away as easily." The guards had watched him head toward his home, but he'd ducked to the side, hiding by a riverbank, and waited. He had to see her again. Marla captivated him, and as with any youth, he wanted what he couldn't have. "Does someone need to teach you a lesson in following orders?" She'd appeared out of nowhere. "Are you volunteering for the job?" He'd been cocky, delighted to be alone with the temptation of his dreams. But then, she'd kicked his ass. Before he could react, she'd punched him in the stomach, and then tripped him, making him fall in the mud. She hadn't allowed him time to get up before she kicked him in his lower back, stealing his breath, and making him double over in pain. "You aren't worth any more of my time." She'd flipped her long, silky white hair over her shoulder, and marched away from him, leaving him writhing in pain, with nothing more on his mind than the sway of her adorable rear end as she disappeared into the darkness. A bloodcurdling scream ripped through the air, stopping him in his tracks. Marla! It had to be her he'd just heard. That fucking Bortan was torturing her. "I'll fry every circuit in your mutated body," he swore under his breath. The front door of the house had been destroyed. The Bortan either thought he had killed him, or he didn't view Trev as much of a threat. No one was in the main room of the home. Wherever the Bortan had Marla, he obviously didn't give much thought to being interrupted. That fucking Bortan could just go ahead and think himself omnipotent. It would be much easier to destroy the bastard. It took some effort to step around the door, which lay in pieces on the floor in the main room of the house. "Don't do that. No!" Marla pleaded with the Bortan. And she was nearby, somewhere in the house. All he had was his laser. He pulled it from the case on his belt, holding it poised in front of him. This was not his area of expertise. His palm grew sweaty wrapped around the cold metal of his gun. But damnit, his family was dead, his land destroyed. Marla had lost everything, too. It seemed he had a hell of a lot more right to her than that Bortan did. And he would fight for that right. "You aren't in charge here, slut." A smacking sound followed. The Bortan must have slapped her. Her cries ripped through him. Pain twisted in his gut, a mixture of sympathy and outrage. Marla didn't deserve abusive treatment. He had seen the fear, the hurt in her eyes earlier, when she turned and saw him behind her, before she ran. The Bortan had destroyed her world, and now the monster would destroy her, too. The hallway disappeared in the shadows, with a door on either side. The Bortan had her behind the door to Trev's left. He heard the metal clicking on the floor when the Bortan moved. There would only be one opportunity. If he muffed this, there wouldn't be a second chance. He pushed the door open, holding his breath, not sure what he would see. "I bet I can get at least ten marks for you." The Bortan's voice vibrated, making him sound even more deranged. "That is, if I decide to sell you." "You won't live long enough to sell me." Marla had to be given credit for threatening him. The Bortan had her spread-eagled up against the wall. Knives had been shoved into the wall, her wrists and ankles bound to the handles. Trev couldn't move for a moment, unable to take his eyes from her beauty, stretched out and naked before him. The Bortan laughed. He had removed his helmet, his bald head an atrocity in the foreground of paradise. The electronically enhanced man ran his metal digits down the front of her body, over her round, plump breasts. They brushed over her flat tummy, her breathing coming hard while she focused on her captor. Her shiny white hair fell over her shoulders, streaming down her gleaming white skin. Her body glistened, while her muscles quivered against the humanoid's touch. The Bortan kneeled, his metal armor shifting, clinking with the movement. "Such beauty will remain even after your spirit is broken." Those metal fingers probed her pussy, pressing against her shaven skin. Trev couldn't look away when the man's tongue, silver and longer than it should be, flicked from his metal lips. "You'll burn in hell for this." Marla had her eyes squeezed shut, looking upward, her lips pursed in tight determination. She hadn't noticed him enter, and thankfully, neither had the Bortan. "There is no hell, you foolish whore." The Bortan pressed his mouth against her cunt, her body lurching in response, the restraints holding her while she thrust her hips from side to side, obviously trying to free her pussy from his mouth. The Bortan possessed ten times Trev's strength. If he fired his laser at the man, he could kill him instantly with his head exposed. But Trev feared the laser could penetrate through the man, hitting Marla as well. He stood, not moving, praying to the gods that the mechanical brute would move any minute. Trev wouldn't miss his target, and he wouldn't miss his opportunity. Even if the Bortan turned to acknowledge him, it would be all he would need. But he wouldn't risk it with the man's only exposed body part so close to Marla's sweet pussy. "Females tell me they never want a human tongue again after experiencing what I can give them." His metal tongue tapped against his metal lips. "But you will beg me for more when I fuck you." Trev praised the gods when the Bortan stood, reaching for his crotch. "Open your eyes, bitch." His metal fingers wrapped around her chin, shaking her head, until she opened her eyes. "Feast upon a cock like none you've ever seen before." Marla stared at the Bortan with watery, pale gray eyes. But her gaze rested on the mechanically enhanced man only for a second, before she noticed him. Trev had to act. She met his gaze, her eyes widening, her mouth opening ready to cry out. The Bortan turned around, his human cock, surgically enhanced so that it vibrated, hung free from his metal armor, protruding forward like a thick, evil snake. "She's mine!" The Bortan raised his fist to strike. Trev aimed and fired, not hesitating. The Bortan's head exploded, metal and flesh splattering everywhere. Chapter Three Marla's screams filled the room, echoing in the hallway. She didn't stop screaming. Her terror and shock would take a while to ebb, but at the moment, Trev could do nothing about that. She wasn't harmed. That was all that mattered. And if the gods agreed, she was now his. There was just a slight matter to deal with first. The Bortan was almost too heavy to drag. But Trev wouldn't allow his massacred body to be found inside Marla's property. Better he be discovered later by his own kind in the open. Killed in battle. The Bortan wouldn't be able to mark Marla for revenge that way. "You can't leave me here." Marla sounded panicky. "Where are you going?" She continued to call out to him, while he dragged the dead Bortan outside, toward the trees. Smoke ran thick through the countryside, the main house no more than a smoldering foundation from what he could tell. The flames had subsided, the ground a red glow under the black haze. A bloody path, where he'd dragged the Bortan out of the house, led his way back to Marla. "I have no intentions of leaving you." He glanced around the room, noticing a sink, and grateful that it appeared to still be in working order. "What are you doing?" She sounded calmer, although he heard the worry in her voice. She didn't trust him. "You've got that Bortan's blood splattered all over you." He opened cabinets, and pulled out several drawers until he found what he was looking for. "We can't leave here with you looking like that." "Fine. Untie me. I can clean up." He made sure his laser was ready to fire, not convinced they would be left undisturbed for long. But for the moment they were alone, and he had every intention of taking advantage of that fact. He let water run over a washcloth before wringing it out. For too long he had waited for this moment. Blood surged to his cock, the pain unbearable. But he wasn't a boy anymore. Trev knew how to restrain himself. No matter if his cock swelled with enough intensity to make it hard to think straight. "I've just saved you from a fate worse than death." He watched her eyes widen when she noticed the dampened cloth in his hand. "I do believe I deserve the honors." "You're no better than the Bortan, Trev of Kopah." She turned her head toward the wall, refusing to look at him. "Oh?" He had a feeling he would enjoy this. "I'm sure if I leave you here long enough, more Bortan will show up." She turned her head fast enough that silky, long white strands of hair fell over her face. He'd never known hair to glide over his fingers like hers did. She glared at him, anger turning her elegant cheekbones crimson, while he moved her hair away from her face. "Don't you dare leave me tied up like this." He couldn't keep from smiling. She knew damned well he wouldn't leave her. She shivered when he ran the wet cloth over her arm, washing the blood splatters from her skin. "Your tattoos are incredible." He knew his lust came through in the huskiness of his voice, but watching her nipples harden into light brown pebbles made his cock burn with need. She didn't answer. He forced his attention to her face, running the cloth over her thin neck, under her strong jawline. Her eyes remained shut, those long lashes spreading elegantly over her flushed cheeks. This was harder to do than he thought. His cock bulged against his pants, while blood rushed through him, raising his body temperature. He was almost dizzy from the incredible urge to fuck that seized him. He needed fresh air. He needed Marla. And she seemed to have tuned him out, keeping her eyes closed, her hands relaxed against the bindings that held her. Her nipples puckered invitingly, driving him mad. He wanted to believe that was a telltale sign that his touch aroused her, but couldn't deny the moisture of the cloth might simply be making her cold. That thought didn't sit well with him. Marla had to know he cared about her. He'd dreamed of her too many nights since his youth. Her beauty, her strength, her ability to keep her dignity tied like a slave, every bit of her appealed to him. "Am I so repulsive?" He grabbed a fresh cloth, making sure the water was warmer this time. No woman had ever denied him before. Most of them begged for his attention. Yet none of them had ever really captured his attention. Not like Marla did. Her refusal to react to his attention burned through him like a fever leaving a foul taste. It was unacceptable. She had to see his craving for her, know he wished to cherish her. And she would admit it. She swallowed, sucked in her lower lip, but her eyes remained closed, and she kept quiet. This time he took the cloth, almost hot from the water, and rubbed her tummy. She gasped, making his brain boil, heat surging through him. His hands shook in his effort to control himself. If he wasn't careful, he would make a fool out of himself, coming in his pants. Her tummy and legs weren't tattooed. The intricate vines and flower pattern twisted around her arms, over her shoulders, criss-crossing over her breasts, and flowing over her hips to her backside. Most women of fine culture were adorned with the intricate ink drawings in their skin. But Marla made the drawings a work of art. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" he barely whispered. Talking distracted him from the demands his body made on his brain, but he needed the distraction to stay focused. If he didn't, he would rape her. He wouldn't rape her, though. He needed her to want him as badly as he wanted her. If she denied him, he wouldn't be able to live through it. But she smiled. He was sure of it. Her lips perked upwards just enough to show she hadn't completely tuned him out. The blood splatters were gone from her body, but he rinsed one more cloth, making the water almost hot. Returning to stand close enough to feel her breath, he ran the damp cloth over her breast. "Trev." She cried out his name so beautifully, her body convulsing, her hands balling into fists. He brushed the cloth over her other breast. She inhaled, her breath coming in gasps. If he didn't give his cock some room in his pants, he knew he would do permanent damage to the most cherished part of his body. But he wouldn't take her by force. She wanted him, and if he played this right, she would admit to her desires. He ran his finger over her nipple, not able to stop himself. Thoughts of how to persuade her flowed through him, but all were matters of seduction. Any woman would succumb to her cravings if persuaded well enough. But he wanted Marla to be glad she had fucked him after the act, and not regret it. "Are you still scared?" He wanted to know her thoughts, had to know what stirred beyond those fluttering eyelashes, her quivering breaths. She met his gaze, those gray eyes of hers swarming with emotion. Her mouth opened to speak, but then she closed it again, her lips puckering into a delightful pout. What he wouldn't do to experience those full lips wrapped around his cock. "Will you hurt me?" He almost didn't hear her ask, she spoke so quietly. He shook his head, surprised by the question. "No." If he had anything to say about it, she would never experience pain again. "Then I'm not scared of you." Her lashes fluttered over those beautiful eyes, her brief moment of acknowledging him passing. He wanted to tell her that both of their families were dead, that all treaties and laws preventing them from being together no longer existed. All that was left were the two of them, free to create their own path. But telling her these things would manipulate her decisions. Marla had to decide she wanted him. The washcloth landed in the sink. He didn't want it preventing him from touching her any longer. Her skin was like silk, decorated with such rich colors. He wanted to look at every part of her all at once, explore all she had to offer with one touch. Blood raced through him, just as his thoughts did, his craving for her intensifying the longer he stood in front of her. "The Bortan tasted you." Her hips quivered while he focused on her shaved pussy. "I saw what he did to you." Her breaths became longer, inhaling deeply. She anticipated what he would do. There was no panic on her expression. Even though her eyes remained closed, once again, he no longer believed she blocked him out. Trev knelt, inhaling the thick scent of her cream. The aroma made him mad with need. Pre-cum soaked the tip of his cock and it took more strength than he knew he possessed to move slowly. Her legs trembled, spread, unable to close while bound to the wall, or prevent him from touching her, tasting her. "I promise you, no Bortan will ever touch you here again." He traced his finger along the opening of her cunt, moisture seeping from her small hole, soaking his finger. Her leg muscles became more defined, her body tightening, while her hips thrust toward him. This is where he wanted her, craving his touch, doing everything in her power to encourage him to continue. He slid his finger through her heat, humidity scorching his skin. Her pussy tightened around him, her entrance more narrow than he'd anticipated. Maybe the rumors of all the men she had fucked weren't true. She was damned tight. For the first time he wondered if she was a virgin. He would be the happiest man on this planet if that were true. After all he'd lost that day, knowing she'd never given herself to another man would be a warm light amidst this day of terror. Marla made an adorable mewling sound when he pulled his finger from her cunt. The rich cream soaking his finger tasted like nectar, a treat from the gods. Maybe she was being offered to him in compensation for losing everything to the Bortan. "I've never tasted anything so wonderful." He glanced up at her, catching her watching him, her mouth shaped in an adorable tight circle. He continued to watch her, praying to hold her gaze captive, while moving his mouth to her pussy. She didn't look away when he covered her heat with his mouth, feeling her cream soak his lips. He could spend hours right there. But their time was precious. And right now he needed to hear what he saw in her expression. "Am I so repulsive?" he asked her again. Chapter Four Marla had never been in such a vulnerable position in her life. She'd watched slaves bound before, enjoyed seeing them teased and fucked while tied and unable to move. But it was a completely different experience to be the one bound. Her muscles ached, stretched and held captive. The discomfort had been her focus, enabling her to block out what was happening to her. But she hadn't expected Trev of Kopah would seduce her. "You are Trev of Kopah." She didn't understand why he kept asking her that. He knew he wasn't repulsive. There wasn't a man on this planet as beautiful as he was. She wouldn't submit to his mind games. Maybe he hadn't tortured her like she thought he might. But this could be considered a method of attack. He obviously knew his skills were fine tuned, had probably fucked enough women to know just how to touch them, caress them, in order to gain their submission. "Kopah no longer exists, Marla." He pressed his mouth over her cunt, his lips smothering her clit with soothing, moist heat. Turmoil grew inside her, a raging fire, boiling into a pressure seeking release. His mouth caressed her pussy, kissing and licking with a tenderness that weakened her defenses. "You exist." The gentle strokes his tongue applied to her pussy rippled through her. "Oh!" She cried out, unable to control the orgasm pulsating through her. The ties around her wrists and ankles stretched against her skin, the desire to twist, to allow the orgasm to ride to its fullest extent, overwhelming her. But she couldn't move, other than to twist her hips, which would only encourage Trev's actions. It was hard to speak. "Kopah is alive in you," she managed to gasp out. If she could only keep her thoughts focused, she would be able to prevent Trev from turning her body against her mind. And her mind knew Trev was the enemy, would always be the enemy. Nothing he could do to her would ever make her want him, or erase the fact that the two of them were not compatible. Their fathers had fought each other, and their fathers before them. Wars over sex slave rights, fair bargaining, proper breeding, had existed between the two families for generations. Their hatred for each other flowed in their blood. That couldn't be changed. At the moment though, she wished that it could. No man had ever lured her and taken her virginity. Of all the men who visited her father's home, enjoyed his orgies, she'd never met one who'd turned her on—not like this. Trev of Kopah had her on the verge of begging to be fucked. Trev straightened, leaving her pussy tingling, cold without the heat from his mouth. His grayish-lavender eyes studied her, searching for her inner thoughts. He wanted to know how he'd affected her, if his seductions worked. She stared back. Bound or not, he would know her as his equal, not some slut he could manipulate. No matter how he made her feel, she would never beg. Although damn, she sure as hell wanted to. "I am Trev. There is no more Kopah. Everything is destroyed." His gaze lowered to her breasts, his fingers tracing a path around her nipples. "Are you saying you despise me?" He rolled her nipples between his thumb and finger, squeezing the sensitive flesh, sending bolts of electricity toward her throbbing pussy. "You are my enemy." She closed her eyes, needing to find something to focus on other than what he was doing to her. Her insides would melt from the heat, her resistance fading away. "Oh. Damn!" He pinched and released, pinched again then relaxed his grip, making her nipples the source of fire that burned straight to her cunt. "I am not your enemy, Marla." She could smell her cum on his breath. "Have I ever done anything to offend or hurt you?" May the gods help her. No. Trev of Kopah had never harmed her. If anything, his incredible good looks had been more than a distraction whenever she'd seen him. The way he had always looked at her, silently letting her know that he wanted her, had only succeeded in making her think about him when she shouldn't have been. "You know that you haven't." She cried out when he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. "Gods help me." Her skin under the ties burned, her wrists and ankles pulling against her restraints while she arched into him. His teeth scraped over her nipple, torturing the puckered flesh, ransacking her mind with the incredible urge to beg him to fuck her. Her pussy pounded with need, his sucking sending charged heat straight to her womb. He straightened again. "I don't think you and I are enemies." His voice was no more than a raw whisper. Opening her eyes, she had to see him, allowing a moment to pass so she could focus. Every inch of her body tingled with need. What was wrong with her that the only man in her life full of sex who made her want to give up her virginity was the one man she couldn't have? Pale brown curls fell around the hard features on his face. His grayish-lavender eyes penetrated her, their soft, glazed look peeling away at her defenses. But he didn't know the extent of the Bortan destruction. Neither of them did. Rational thought warred with her body's craving for him. A brief lapse of lust, while bound and seduced, could haunt her once this horrific attack on her people had passed. She was Marla of Torl, not some slave or merchant's daughter. "I know what you're trying to do, Trev." She fought to slow her breathing, to force her body to cool down. "Taking advantage and fucking me won't change anything." He must have seen her defenses build. Determination spread over his face, his lips forming into a tight line, while his eyes narrowed on her, like a hawk ready to attack his prey. "Then tell me I am your enemy." He pressed his body against her, allowing her to feel how hard his cock was. "Tell me how much you hate me." His breath tickled her neck, scorched the sensitive skin at her nape. Goose bumps raced over her skin when his fingers traced paths over her arms, reaching for her fingers. She gripped his hands, holding him stretched out against her. Yes. Her father, now dead, had always despised Kopah. And no matter how much she accepted this, she couldn't find hatred for him in her heart. Not even close—every inch of her wanted him. "Tell me to leave you alone, Marla," he whispered, his lips burning a path along her jawbone, until his mouth covered hers. The fabric of his shirt brushed against her skin, his solid chest pressing her agonized breasts, rubbing her nipples. The wonderful torture made her itch to wrap her arms and legs around him, pull him even closer. His cock thrust toward her pussy, mere fabric preventing him from penetrating her. And damnit to all of the hells, she wanted his cock buried deep inside her. The ache he'd created inside her built while his mouth moved over hers, his tongue brushing over her lips. "Trev," she murmured, opening her mouth, allowing his tongue to greet hers. She couldn't deny his kiss. He wanted her to declare him her enemy, but her heart found no enemy within him. His tongue swirled around her mouth, exploring, claiming, stating with actions what she refused to admit with words. She clasped his hands tightly with her own, holding on to him as if she would fall if she let go. "Tell me you've never wanted to do this," he whispered into her mouth, leaving her gasping when he moved his mouth over to her ear. Memories of seeing him at the auctions, watching him while her father cursed the Kopah name, flooded through her, creating even more of a desire to hold him to her. He'd been so tall, his clothing stretched over well-developed muscles, and had moved with a lazy stroll, his confidence and casual manner capturing the attention of all the young ladies. More than once she'd fought the urge to talk to him, flirt with him, make him see she could offer him more than any other tramp who hung on him. But that would have caused more than a scandal. Trev raked his teeth over her earlobe. "Oh gods," she cried out before she could stop herself, the act sending tingles of denied desire rushing through her. He freed his hands from hers, brushing over her skin with a touch that branded her, making her breathe harder, the fire inside her raging out of control. His hands gripped her breasts, pulling, squeezing, the pressure growing painful inside her cunt. He thrust his cock up against her pussy, her legs quivering, unable to wrap around him, stretched taut while the ties burned her ankles. "What do you want from me?" She could take it no longer. She arched her neck, squeezing her eyes shut while the flood of pent-up need, of cravings for a man she had been raised to hate, broke through her dam of resistance. Her orgasm ripped through her, cum soaking her cunt, her muscles clenching and relaxing. "I just want you to acknowledge the truth." His hands slid behind her, holding her ass, the strength of his grip pinning her to him. She sagged into him when her orgasm ebbed, allowing him to hold her against him. The ties around her wrists and ankles burned less when she relaxed, every bit of her spent, her resistance washed away with the flow of her juices. "Untie me, Trev." She didn't have the energy to say anything more. Chapter Five "What will you do if I untie you?" He sucked on one nipple, then on the other, his hands caressing her hips. She had no idea what she would do. The aftershock of her orgasm still rippled through her. Deciding what to do next was too much work. "The ties are rubbing my skin." And more than anything she wanted to touch him, run her fingers over the hair on his chest. The pressure began its slow torturous path once again, her pussy swelling while her mouth suddenly seemed too dry. Trev's expression turned serious, his gaze focusing on her wrists, and then her ankles. It was as if he'd suddenly realized her being stretched against the wall, bound so she couldn't move, might just be a bit uncomfortable. He knelt in front of her, his large hands encircling one of her ankles. Pale brown curls covered his forehead, preventing her from seeing his expression. He massaged her ankle, his hands moving up her leg before she realized he'd freed it. Once her legs were untied, hanging unbound, her toes almost touching the cool, hard floor, the urge to wrap her legs around his neck, pulling his face to her pussy, consumed her. It dawned on her that she could use her legs, wrapped around his neck, to try and maim him, disable her enemy. But she didn't want to hurt him. That realization brought her pause. All her life she'd accepted Trev as her enemy. Yet she couldn't take him down. Once she had kicked his ass, and felt damned good about it. But his seductions had left her weak, crazy in the head, crazy with a need for him that overwhelmed her with its intensity. It took more effort than she realized to bend her legs. She swore pins and needles tortured her feet. Trev took her legs, bending them, bringing her knees toward her chest, moving them slowly with the gentle care of a loving parent. These thoughts of tenderness about her enemy baffled her. Trev should be watched, her back never turned on him. His seductions had made her brain as limp as her legs. "The circulation will return in a moment." He sounded rather sure of himself. "You sound like you know a bit on the matter." She wondered if she would be able to stand once he untied her arms. If not, she would continue to be at the mercy of her enemy. But he didn't feel like an enemy. "I know a thing or two." His grin caused her heart to skip a beat, the mischievous glint in his eyes almost covering his cautious expression. "Don't tell me you've never been tied up before." She couldn't believe he would think such a thing of her. "No. I haven't." Her knees pressed against her chest, exposing her pussy and ass. He held her against the wall with his body, his fingers tickling her rear end. If only he would caress away the painful ache in her cunt. "Of course not." His hands ran up the backside of her legs, making her want to squirm against him. "Who would dare bind Marla of Torl?" That made her sound so unapproachable. She almost told him the situation had just never come up—that no man had ever turned her on enough that she would consider doing this with him. But he gripped her ass, pulling her toward him, her backside leaving the wall. Her arms stretched, her head tipping backwards, while he pulled her pussy to his mouth. His fingers brushed over her small, tight asshole. She jumped, her body convulsing while a wave of pleasure over the sensitive area being touched rushed through her. Cum dripped from her, soaking her clear to her ass. "You would dare." The ties around her wrist rubbed against her skin, while her body stretched away from the wall. Trev hadn't hesitated in putting her in a situation no other man had ever attempted. They had no idea what lay outside these doors. Their world could be destroyed, all rules gone. Or the attack could be isolated, their status and rank intact. None of that appeared to matter to him. His tongue inflicted wicked torture on her pussy, swiping at her clit, lapping the juices from her cunt. She exploded, her orgasm rushing through her with so much force she thought she would black out. "Yes. I would." Once again he stopped, leaving her to ride out her orgasm alone. She almost didn't have the energy to lift her head. Her body stretched from the wall, Trev gripping her hips, his mouth glistening from her cum, while he watched her try to regain her senses. "I would break every law, every treaty, to help you see what you've denied for years." His words shocked her. But she knew immediately what he meant. Since they were teenagers, thrown into the business world of sex trading, taught how to run the trade that one day each of them would be in charge of, she had noticed him. Her worst enemy. The only person she should never turn her back on. Trev of Kopah was her nemesis. Her father was dead. The slaves had run for their lives, their freedom given to them, although more than likely it would ensure their deaths. Everything she had was gone. And here was this man, offering her something she never thought she could have. All she had to do was reach out and take it. That is, if he would untie her hands. A rumbling sound outside caught both of their attention at the same time. Trev looked toward the door and then carefully lowered her legs. He untied her arms, slowly, standing close enough that she could lean against him. Her arms wanted to float away, carrying her with them. Free from the ties, finally unbound, she found she could hardly move. "The Bortan have returned." He spoke her worst fears, but the rumbling of the aircraft grew closer outside. "My clothes." She stared at the shredded pile of material realizing she couldn't put them back on. "All I have is my cloak." "Wrap it around you." Trev picked it up for her, carefully covering her shoulders with the black material. Before she could attempt walking, he scooped her into his arms, cradling her like a baby. "We stand a good chance if we can get to my glider." Her body still tingling with sexual need, she cuddled against his strong chest, finally feeling the heat of his body pressed against hers, just not as she had imagined doing so minutes before. "It's like nighttime out here." Marla strained her neck, looking up toward the dark gray sky. "The smoke from the fires has blocked out the suns." Trev held her just outside the doorway to the medic's house, the home where she'd been forced to admit her love for her enemy. And now they would run for their lives—together. She thanked the gods that his glider wasn't too far away. Bortan hovered just above the clouds. She could hear their aircrafts. But due to their own destruction, they couldn't see them through the smoke. Trev straddled his glider, not putting her down first. She scooted around in front of him, searching for a comfortable position, when he grabbed her. "Quit moving." His tone sounded fierce. The gray in his eyes had deepened to a shade of lavender, the sight of them making her womb tighten. There was no time. But she couldn't stop herself from touching him, stroking his dirt-stained cheek. "Thank you for saving my life." His skin was smooth, her fingers tingling while she touched him. "The price is high." His grip around her tightened, crushing her to him. This time she could kiss him back. And more than anything, that is what she wanted to do. He lowered his mouth to hers, his body touching hers everywhere. The sensation of being naughty, of getting caught if she weren't careful, surged through her. The heat of his mouth burnt her lips, while memories of her father cursing the Kopah name flooded her thoughts. His hair was coarse, thick against her fingers. She tangled her hands in his locks, pulling his head closer, craving to taste every inch of his mouth. What had the Kopah done to deserve her father's wrath? She wasn't sure. But this man had never wronged her. "Marla." Her name on his breath brought her insides to a boil, her pussy craving relief. "Marla," he said again, ending the kiss. "We need to get out of here." She wasn't sure she wanted to know what the rest of their world looked like, if the villages nearby remained or not. Trev had worked magic on her, made her realize how desperately she wanted him. If the outside world remained, would he turn his back on her? What would she do then? Chapter Six After an hour of flying, she no longer worried about Trev, but focused on the destruction of the world beneath her. Nothing remained. Villages burned. The colorful countryside was now singed black. Her people, the slaves she had loved and helped raise, the merchants she had visited weekly, the townspeople who had worked for her father, everyone was gone, dead. "There is nothing here for us." Trev guided her back toward the glider after landing at the third village in the region. "Someone has to be alive somewhere." Very few buildings stood. The rank smell of burning flesh turned her stomach. Trev's expression was hard, his thoughts not clear to her by his expression. His gaze was fierce though. He squinted while he scanned the remains of smoldering structures around them. "I'm sure they are alive." He braced the glider while she climbed on in front of him. "More than likely, any survivors are well hidden, and will remain that way until they are sure the Bortan are gone." By the time they'd reached the region's capital, the second sun had set, darkness settling in around them. "There is a shuttle launcher here." She glanced over her shoulder at him. Did he mean for them to leave the planet? Granted nothing appeared to be left here for either of them, and he was as homeless as she was, but where would they go? She didn't know any outworlders. Her life was here. Or the life she'd known up until the Bortan had taken it all away. "What good would a shuttle launcher do us?" Not to mention she was naked under her cloak. She didn't want to dwell on the explanations Trev might offer for flying with a naked companion. He adjusted her against him, his long legs pressing against hers, while one arm held her in place. The glider hummed underneath her, while they circled the community beneath them. The buildings seemed intact, but no people were visible. It didn't seem right for a community of this size to look so abandoned. "We're an open target up here." Trev circled lower, hovering along steep hills that surrounded the community. He didn't answer her question about the launcher. "Do you think there are Bortan down there?" Her stomach clenched at the thought, bile rising in her throat. "We probably aren't safe anywhere." He ran his hand up her front, stroking her breast. "We'll be safer once we wear different clothes." "I don't have any clothes." Like she needed to tell him that. His hand moved from one breast to the other, making her wish more than anything that they could find some isolated place. He pinched her nipple, pleasure and pain rippling through her. "And I wish I could keep you that way." His breath tickled the nape of her neck, almost bringing her to the point where she wished it, too. But she knew how men treated women. They needed to be reminded at times when they were with a woman of class, and not a sex slave. "Well, you can't." She turned just enough to glare into those gray-lavender eyes. "I suggest you land this thing and see if we can find something for me to wear." Something triggered in his expression, and she realized she hadn't taken the upper hand with him yet. Her gut tightened, hoping what she saw wasn't disapproval. But if he couldn't handle her being able to command a situation, wouldn't it be best for her to find out now, before she became too involved with him? She held on to the inside of her cape, keeping it wrapped tightly around her, while they ventured down one of the streets of the region capital. She'd never been to Grok before, although her father had been here, and shared stories of how lively a community it was. It didn't look too lively now. "This looks like a clothes store." Trev pushed open the door to one of the merchants' shops, his laser in hand. "Find something you like. I'm going to see if anyone is here." "What do you want?" A man appeared through a doorway, aiming a laser at them, a woman hovering behind him. Trev straightened, lowering his own laser just a bit, but taking the stance of upper society. "It's okay. The lady needs clothes. We'll pay for them." She didn't have any money on her. Trev had to realize that. She was at his mercy to provide for her at the moment. If that bothered him, he gave no indication of it. "You're Trev of Kopah." The man immediately lowered his gun, his entire expression changing. "Maycha, help the lady find something suitable to wear." By the time she had dressed, her new clothes simple, but serving their purpose, Several men stood around Trev, all of them chatting quietly. He turned, reaching for her, when she approached. "We'll meet you at the launch site at second sunup then." He nodded to the men then escorted her from the store. "Where are we going?" Darkness surrounded them, giving the empty street an eerie feeling. "I think we would be safer staying the night in one of the surrounding caves." He held her close to him, the warmth of his body traveling through her. "These people have lost a lot and might be a bit too desperate." "You don't trust them?" She wondered where he was taking her, their walk purposeful, and his hand on her shoulder making her crave his touch in other places. "Then why are we meeting them at this launch site? And where are we going?" Several people appeared around the corner of the building ahead of them, took a look in their direction, and then fled the opposite way. Fear gripped her, their actions appearing so suspicious. "There is nothing left of Poltar, Marla." He sounded sad, a reluctant acceptance that their home world would soon be destroyed. She doubted he wanted to believe it any more than she did. "We won't be the only ones leaving on the shuttle. And we'll go to the Molten satellite, apparently where everyone else who can afford to leave is going." She couldn't think of any argument. Trev had taken her under his wing. Granted she liked how it felt, but was she there because she had no place else to go? Or did she want to be by his side? Chapter Seven Trev used her cape, along with a single blanket he had with him, to cover the floor of the small cave. The indention in the rocky hill barely served as protection, but it shielded the elements, and prevented anyone from sneaking up behind them while they slept. Although he doubted they would sleep much tonight. "I know this isn't what you are accustomed to." He wasn't either. If he didn't plan on fucking her through most of the night, he doubted he would be able to stand the bumpy surface of the cave floor, or its slimy sides. Not to mention the fact that they were barely sheltered. "Nothing that's happened today is what I'm accustomed to." She sounded grouchy, maybe a bit pouty. She stood, arms crossed, in her new clothes that did nothing for the incredible figure hidden underneath. The store they had purchased the items from catered to the working people of Grok, not the elite class. But the plain tan pants, and loose-fitting black shirt made her nondescript. He feared that mattered more given their circumstances, than advertising her true identity. There was no way to predict what would be in store for them once they left Poltar. "Best get accustomed to it." He wouldn't give her details of how things might end up. For tonight, they would make the best of their accommodations. "It doesn't appear that I have much of a choice." There was worry in those pale gray eyes. She studied the makeshift bed he'd created, not looking at him. "Come here." Even through her loose-fitting shirt, he could see her nipples harden, those adorable soft brown nubs that he ached to put his mouth around. Her look was wary. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind," she muttered, dropping to her knees. "What did you have in mind?" He wanted to touch her, craved feeling her body pressed against his. "A hot bath would be nice." Her small smile surprised him, but he accepted it as a good sign. He had no resistance when it came to Marla. Clean or dirty, tonight she was his. Regardless of their future, he would live out the fantasies he'd enjoyed in his youth. He had to touch her, just a brush of his fingers through her hair, feeling the warmth of her cheek. But even as he tried to deny it, Trev knew tonight wouldn't be enough. Marla was his. Since his youth he'd known she was the one he wanted. As he'd grown older, he'd tried to tell himself she was simply the forbidden fruit, his desires for her the result of knowing she was the one woman he couldn't have. Looking down at her, he knew that wasn't true. He could have her—he would have her. And he would want her again and again. Her lashes fluttered over her hesitant gaze, those beautiful eyes watching him. "I want to give you something." The corners of her mouth perked up, the sparkle in her eyes showing how she interpreted his comment. "Oh. I'm going to give you that too, lady. But first…" "What?" She watched with curiosity when he reached for his belt, pulling the small bag free that held everything he'd been able to grab from Kopah before it burned to the ground. "This is for you." He handed her the bills, half of the money he'd managed to get his hands on before fleeing his home. "In case we are separated, I want you to be able to take care of yourself." Her gaze met his, emotion swarming in her gray orbs. She took a minute before reacting. "Thank you." Accepting the stack of money he pressed in her hand, she rolled it up, then stuffed it in one of her pant's pockets. "Do you think Poltar money will be good anywhere else?" Apparently she had given thought to what it might be like once they left their home. He would see to it that she was taken care of, but he wouldn't offer false promises. "I have no idea." She adjusted herself on the bedding, stretching her legs. Barely enough moonlight spread over her, but his eyes had adjusted enough to watch her silky white hair brush over her shoulder when she leaned her head back. He craved tasting the nape of her neck, exposed and easily accessed. His cock jerked at the thought of ripping her buttons off with his teeth. "Do you know what you are doing to me?" He took a strand of hair between his fingers, relishing the softness of it. That small grin he was starting to adore appeared. "What am I doing to you?" She leaned on her hands, but he took her wrist anyway, placing her hand over his hard cock. "This is what you do to me, Marla. Every time I've seen you, as long as I've known who you were. This is how you make me feel." Her fingers pressed against his shaft, the slight pressure causing every muscle in his body to jerk, his need for her turning dangerous. She turned, facing him, her face flushed with curiosity. Those hesitant fingers wrapped around his cock, his pants preventing him from feeling her soft hand. "I need you, baby." He tangled her hair around his fingers when he pulled her toward him. "You have no idea for how long." "Why didn't you tell me before?" Her whispered question, soft and caressing, matched the touch of her hand. "I thought you despised me." It took a moment to focus on her face, her expression cautious, yet he detected willingness. "I needed to show you what the two of us have been missing." "Show me some more." Her invitation was all he needed to hear. His hands shook when he reached for her shirt, barely able to free the buttons before he simply ripped it from her body. In the darkness, the detail of her tattoos wasn't as clear, but the contrast of the dark ornamentation next to her creamy white skin made her full round breasts stand out more. They were so soft, so full and round. He pulled her onto his lap, needing to taste her, knowing he had to have her closer to him before his blood boiled to a point of madness. He tasted one nipple, loving how the skin puckered against his lips. "Damn. Trev." Her breath caught, her words lost in a gasp. He squeezed both breasts, pulling them close, pressing her nipples to his mouth, sucking on one and then the other. Her crotch was against his cock, the heat from her scalding him. He had to be inside her soon, had to experience what he'd been denied all these years. "Get out of your clothes." He didn't want to be rough. Her torture session had ended. "I want to see you this time." She leaned back on the bedding, tugging at her pants. "Oh you will, lady. You are going to see, and feel, all of me." His hands were all thumbs while he struggled out of his shirt, ripped at his pants, feeling way too anxious to thrust his cock into her pussy. Her white hair framed her face beautifully while large gray eyes watched him undress. He loved how she lay there naked, her nipples so hard, the scent of her cream filling the small cave. He knew he was fit, that his body attracted women. But the wave of satisfaction that rippled through him when her eyes widened at the sight of his cock, made his groin clench with pain. There wouldn't be time for much foreplay before he stabbed his way inside her. "I'm impressed," she said coyly, that adorable smile making him dizzy. She didn't hesitate, reaching out and taking his cock, pulling it toward her, gripping the life from him. "Come here," she whispered, and he was hers to command. "Marla. Praise the gods!" Her hot, tight mouth wrapped around him, sucking him into a pool of humidity more intense than he'd ever imagined. Everything around him went black. White lights flashed like lightning before his eyes. His body clenched, while her mouth worked magic he didn't know existed. She leaned forward, burying her face against his cock, her hair tickling his hips. He held her head, wanting desperately to pound his cock deep inside her, feel her throat constrict around him. "If you don't stop, I swear I will fuck the shit out of your face." He would warn her, allow her the opportunity to stop. But she didn't. Her tongue swirled around him, her lips stretching over him, inviting him to plunge. Holding her hair, gripping her so she couldn't move, he thrust forward, feeling the heat of her mouth while he sunk deep inside her. Again and again he drove his cock past her tongue, the tightness of her throat making him swell. Pressure built that wouldn't be stopped if he didn't act soon. But he'd warned her. Never would he do anything to her that she didn't want. That mouth of hers begged to be fucked though. She encouraged him to go deeper, sucking him further into her mouth. He thrust into her heat, feeling her throat constrict around him. Nothing he'd experienced had ever come close to this. Trev had grown up surrounded by experienced sex slaves, trained at an early age to know how to please with every part of their bodies. Yet none of them came close to making him feel the way Marla made him feel now. Pulling out as far as he could stand it, he drove deep into her mouth again. She willingly took him, holding on tight with her hands gripping his hips, her tight grip branding him with its heat. Building the momentum, he fucked her mouth until he could take the pleasure no more. Fire erupted deep inside him while he spilled his seed over her tongue, filling her mouth with his cum. The thick cream spilled over her lips and still she lapped at him, doing her best to take as much of it as she could. "Trev." She gasped for air when he pulled out of her mouth. Cold air wrapped around his cock, her moist heat fading way too fast from his shaft. "Lay back. Now." His cock danced a painful dance when she eagerly spread out beneath him, more than ready to cum again. He was still hard as a rock. "I want you to know," she breathed when he placed his cock against the heat of her pussy. "What?" He was blind with need, unable to make conversation. But her expression turned so serious, he burned inside while he paused to hear her words. "I've wanted you for years also." She searched his face quickly for his reaction, her gray eyes darting from his eyes to his mouth, and back to meet his gaze again. "Well now you have me." He sank inside her, the slick walls of her cunt parting. Looking up at him, her eyes glazed over with passion, a small smile made her expression glow. The world around him faded into meaningless nothing. Never before had he experienced a pussy so warm, so tight, so incredibly wet. He hadn't prepared her, hadn't taken the time to enjoy her sweet juices like he had earlier that day. But she was so damned wet, absorbing his cock with an eagerness that consumed every inch of him. He pulled back, the walls of her cunt constricting around him, then thrust again. Her mouth formed a perfect, little round circle, her hands reaching for her breasts, squeezing them. The barrier broke, allowing him deeper inside her, going where no man had gone before. He buried himself in her heat, her muscles clinging to him, soaking him with her juices. She'd been a fucking virgin. Marla had never been fucked before. Knowing that filled him with so much joy he almost came right there on the spot. But he wouldn't let her first time end without giving her the pleasure she deserved. With each thrust she twisted and tugged at her breasts, making the most adorable cooing sounds he'd ever heard. "Fuck me forever, Trev." She gasped again, biting her lip when he gave her all that he had, pounding her while his cock burned from her heat. "Forever is all the time we have." His breath was ragged as her heat flushed through him. His cock swelled, unable to hold out any longer. He buried himself deep inside her one last time then released his seed, waves rushing through him while he emptied his semen in her womb. His dream fulfilled, he fell to the side of her, pulling her up against him. She had told him she'd always wanted him, too. There were no answers about what lay ahead of them tomorrow. But tonight, happiness like he'd never known engulfed him. And it would last forever, even though he didn't know how long that would be. Waking up, the hard ground underneath them, the first thing Trev noticed was Marla sprawled over him, her breasts pressing against his chest. Her thin legs stretched against his, her warmth encompassing him, burning through him like a fever to his brain. Everything inside Trev hardened when her fingers wrapped around his cock, bringing him to life instantly. "Are you awake?" Her words were barely a whisper, although they cut through the silence in the cave. Trev blinked, focusing slowly as he looked down at her luscious body draped over his, her small hand working wonders on his cock. "You want more of that?" He couldn't believe that she would but his heart pumped harder with the knowledge that she was so eager to fuck. "Uh huh." She stroked his shaft slowly, her fingers gliding up and down his flesh, hardening him to stone. "You sure you can handle it?" He moved quickly, knowing if he allowed her to continue with her playing, he would explode before satisfying her. "Trev." The way she gasped his name when he pinned her underneath him sent fire to his brain. The soft curve of her ass made his cock throb with need. Grabbing her hands, pinning them alongside her head, his cock settled into the soft crease of her ass. She arched into him, the heat from her pussy, her sweet juices, already soaking her smooth skin. The fresh cream from her cunt clung to his shaft as he slid against her round ass and pussy, burying himself next to her tight little holes. Her cum wrapped around his shaft, dripping from her, offering a natural lubricant. "You want me bad, don't you, baby?" His voice was too gravelly, his need to bury himself deep in her heat overwhelming him. "I woke up craving you," she whispered, lifting her head so she could look up at him. "Please, Trev. It hurts, I want you so bad." He understood that pain, knew that longing. For years he had watched her, dreaming about her, aching to fuck her. And now she was his, calling out his name. Nothing mattered at the moment other than seeing to her pleasure, giving her all that he'd wanted to for such a long time. More than anything he wanted to dive deep into her heat, hear her scream his name. His muscles clenched when he shifted to the side, forcing his cock to behave as it throbbed furiously. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, enjoying the arch of her back and the way she froze when he ran his fingers over her soaked hole. "Everything. All of you," she whimpered, her desire showing in how she pleaded. She was so wet, the rich scent of her lust filled the small cave. It was barely morning. Hardly any light trickled through the concealed entrance. Yet her soft curves, her sensual tattoos, made her a beautiful sight to behold. Her wet pussy clamped around his finger when he glided through her heat, the soft muscles sucking him in, willing him to enter further. Trev worked to exhale, her lust saturating him, blinding him with a ferocity he'd never known before. "That pussy definitely needs my cock." He pulled out, anxiously seeking the smaller hole that puckered eagerly against his touch. "And how about here? Maybe you aren't as tender here?" The way she cried out when he pressed against her tight hole, he knew she would open willingly for him. His cock burned, the throbbing pain too much for him to bear. "Yes. Oh please, Trev. You're teasing me." She squirmed against him, her round ass swaying when he slid his finger, slick with her juices, into her tight hole. His finger burned from her fire, the intensity of her heat rushing through his hand, through his body, hitting his cock and causing pain that about did him in. Never had an ass felt so tight, so wet from her juices. More cum seeped from her cunt when he plowed his finger deeper into her ass. "That's it, baby." He could barely speak. "Ride my hand. Show me what you want." Small squirts of cream escaped his cock. He grabbed his shaft, lubricating himself with his pre-cum while he twisted his finger deeper inside her. Her body jerked, a tremble rushing through her as her orgasm crushed the breath from her with a sharp gasp. He slid his finger out, positioning himself behind her, pulling her up on to her hands and knees so that her soaked cunt and ass stared up at him, begging for his pleasure. Grabbing his cock, he pressed it against her ass, watching the tight puckered hole grip his cockhead, encourage his entrance. She was wetter than she'd been last night, her fire penetrating through him, urging him on. Sliding into her, his world crashed in around him, her heat threatening to boil him alive. "Marla." His whole world was about her. "Damn, woman." "Fuck me," she cried out, her voice raspy, a sensual sound that shuddered through him. She tossed her head, her hair fanning over her shoulders. "Damnit. Fuck me, Trev." He was her willing slave. Diving into her heat, scalding himself alive, he buried his cock deep into her ass. She would suffocate him, tear him apart with her passion, her craving. Marla was on fire. Her muscles stretched and then constricted around his cock, suffocating him, a volcano of heat erupting that would do him in. An untamed fire burned deep inside him while he moved slowly in and out of her. He gripped her ass, the soft flesh spreading while his cock disappeared inside her soaked, tight hole. "Damn." She squeezed her eyes shut, her body convulsing as she came yet again. "Damnit to all the hells. Faster. Harder." She wanted a good pounding. The ache in her burned through her body, making her tremble, just as it did through him. "You're on fire, baby." He moved a hand underneath her, patting her cunt, feeling her cream soak his fingers. Her cum was better than any lubricant. Gritting his teeth, he paused his savage thrusting, slipping a finger into the cream to spread around her stretched and glistening hole. With a groan, he slipped in again, the movement smooth as silk. Sliding easily in and out of her, the heat built inside him, torturing him, threatening to drain him of all that he had. "I need more," she begged, tossing her head, her hair clinging to her face. Her words brought the fire inside him to the exploding point. Pressure so intense that he couldn't see, couldn't hear, could barely breathe, rushed through him. His cock burned, swelling. Grabbing her ass so hard it had to hurt, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his seed into her hot little cavern. "Damnit, Trev," she exhaled, collapsing onto their bedding. "If I had known it would be this good…" She didn't finish, but she didn't have to. He pulled out slowly, taking a minute to enjoy how his cum seeped out of her sweet ass. He knew what she meant. They had both waited a long time to know such perfection. Chapter Eight Marla rolled over, the hard surface underneath her immediately poking against her uncomfortably. Sitting took more effort than she thought, sore muscles retaliating throughout her body. She reached for her shoulder, working the muscles, while her inner thigh muscles quivered and her cunt and ass tingled. "I'm not sure we'll have time to eat before we head out to the shuttle." Trev stood just outside the cave, looking down at her, his expression dark and worried. He turned away from her before she could respond. Marla stood, combing her tangles free from her hair with her fingers. She studied Trev's backside while dressing, wondering what his thoughts were. "If you have any regrets about last night, Trev of Kopah, I swear I will have you quartered." Her threat made him turn around. He reached for her cape, holding it so she could slide her arms through after dressing. "You and what army, my dear." His sad but true comment made her want to sit down and cry, have a really good tantrum. She had no army, no slaves, no one at all in the world. Her father was dead. All of Torl was gone. Her thoughts welled up inside her, rising like bitter bile into her throat. "If you do regret it," she said, turning after her cape was secure over her clothes. She looked him square in the eye, not willing to show her pain. "That is fine. We can work together to find a safe haven and then go our separate ways." Trev studied her for a moment, his mouth forming a thin line. "You try and get away from me and I promise you, I will chase you to the end of the universe." She couldn't help but smile, tears welling in her eyes in spite of her efforts to be strong. "That might be fun." His expression relaxed immediately and he grabbed her arms, guiding her toward the exit of the small cave. When they reached his glider he turned her, pulling her into his arms. "Don't be scared," he whispered into her hair. Marla relaxed against his chest, needing his strength. His arms tightened around her, his scent, a mixture of the cave and remnants of something sweet lingering in his clothing, wrapped around her. More than anything she wanted him to just hold her. She wanted to escape inside the security and comfort of his body, feel him inside her again. But now wasn't the time, and she wasn't sure when their next time alone would be. Sighing, she pulled away, looking up into his brooding expression. "I'm not scared. Nothing worse can happen." Trev didn't answer, but helped her onto the glider. Within minutes they hovered over Grok, or what was left of it. Smoke still filtered into the air from more than one location, and very few people were noticeable. "Do you think most are dead?" she asked, searching the streets for survivors. "For their sake, I hope so. There is nothing left here." She shivered, remorse for her home world once again filling her with an emptiness she could hardly endure. More people stood anxiously around several shuttles than Marla had seen since the attacks. People from all walks of life had gathered, talking in hushed whispers. She ignored them, knowing they were all here for the same reason, and walked alongside Trev to the man who appeared to be in charge. "We need passage to the Molten satellite." Trev spoke with the calm authority of one who wasn't used to his word being questioned. "Don't we all." Someone next to them spoke up, a dark-haired man with his woman clinging to him, a toddler in her arms. "The shuttles will only seat twenty." The man who appeared to be in charge held a stack of money in his hands, glancing around at the group gathering. "We'll take who we can today, and come back tomorrow to see who else wants to leave." "Everyone wants to leave," a woman shouted from behind Marla. "You'll take those with money and leave the rest of us behind." The man in charge shrugged, turning away from all of them to say something to another man, who appeared to be piloting one of the shuttles. Marla looked around at the group. Very few here looked like they had much money. They were the lucky ones, if that was what they wanted to call it, who had managed to escape the wrath of the Bortan. She saw merchants, slaves, townspeople, all of them dirty, all of them huddled with their loved ones. There were three shuttles, and easily more than sixty people present. And the woman behind her had been right, the shuttle pilots would allow the highest bidders transport and leave the rest behind without a thought. "Marla of Torl." A man next to her touched her arm, saying her name quietly. Trev pulled her to him, his manner quickly showing the man that she had protection. The man smiled, nodding to Trev, understanding the silent statement of ownership. "I knew your father. Torl is not with you?" The man glanced around them, his fine clothing torn and dirty. "Torl is dead." She managed the words without choking, although they left a nasty taste in her mouth. The sinking feeling in her stomach weighed too heavy. How many times would she have to say those words? The man lowered his head, silently mourning his friend. "Where are you headed?" "To the Molten satellite. Where else is there?" she asked. "Go to Benox." The man looked from her to Trev. "Land there should be cheap and it would be your best bet for starting over. There is nothing on the satellite but tourist attractions and high prices. But for the two of you, your life is ahead of you, strike out and make something of yourselves. Benox has little government. The King there rules only a small portion of the planet. You could do well there." Someone said something to the man and he turned away, looking over his shoulder as he left. "Good luck to you, Marla of Torl. May the gods be with you." People started shoving their way into the closest shuttle, and Trev pulled Marla to the side. "Come with me." He led her around the first shuttle, and walked past the second until they reached the third, parked on the far side of the field. The morning suns' heat already made the air ahead of them drift heavily, the brightness making Marla squint when she looked at the bright shuttle. "Who owns this shuttle?" Trev grabbed the attention of the only man in sight, who appeared to be making some adjustments to the engine. "We're private carriers, all of us." The man stood, standing taller than Trev with a piercing gaze that focused first on Trev, and then her. "So you are the owner?" Trev looked past the man, taking in the shuttle as if it were merchandise on the market square. "It ain't for sale." The man squared his long, thin arms across his wiry build, spreading his stance to shoulder width. "Everything is for sale, my man." Trev waved his hand in the air dismissively at the man's comment and walked past him toward the entrance of the carrier. "How many will it sit?" "It sits twenty, just like the rest of them. What are you about?" Now the man sounded irritated. Marla grabbed his attention. "Do you have any idea who we are?" she asked the man. "I am Marla of Torl, daughter of the largest sex breeder plantation on Poltar." She knew Trev might dispute which plantation was actually larger, but he wouldn't challenge her at the moment. "We need transport, but we don't want to go to the satellite." Her words had the man's attention. "And where is it that you want to go?" he asked. Trev came up alongside them, placing his hand on her shoulder. "We want to go to Benox. We need a shuttle, with a skilled driver." He nodded toward the growing crowd barely visible beyond the other two shuttles. "Word is that you are the best here." His little white lie sold the man. The driver puffed out his thin chest, smiling a toothless smile. "Been flying since I was a boy. But Benox will cost you." "I realize that." Again Trev dismissed the man's words as trivial with a wave of his hand. "But my price will include your services for a time. This job will require more than you just dropping us off there. If we are to build anew we will need transport." "I don't come cheap." The man now sized up Trev, more than likely determining how much money he might be able to take him for. Marla glanced back at the crowd. She and Trev could make this work, if Benox was all that the man who had known her father claimed it was. Both of them knew how to run a plantation, but they would need help. "We need to have workers." She continued to study the crowd. Trev seemed to read her thoughts. "Go among them. Choose carefully. Find those with skills to do a variety of tasks." Marla nodded, comfortable with her assignment. Hiring workers, delegating jobs was something she had done all of her life. By the time the suns burned halfway up the sky, a small group stood around the shuttle, now owned by Trev of Kopah, and spoke with more enthusiasm than any of them had when they arrived. Hope filled the air for the first time, the possibility of something better existing for most of them. Marla had found a few of her slaves, and had assured them that they would have their freedom and work for their keep. She knew those she had chosen knew nothing about how to work, their sole means for existence merely to please others with their bodies, but they wouldn't survive on their own. And they showed willingness to work. She had done her own share of working too by the time the shuttle was loaded with supplies and the small group strapped down inside for their journey. Turning into the brightness of the sun, she wiped her brow and stared across the field, realizing quite possibly she was looking at Poltar for the last time. Trev's hard body pressed against her backside, his firm grip sliding up her arms until he squeezed her shoulders. "You asked me if I had any regrets, but you never said if you did." His words brushed across her cheek on his warm breath. She squinted against the suns, leaning back against him. "And you never answered me, not really." "I have no regrets. I told you that you are who I've wanted since I was a boy." He crossed his arms over her chest, solid muscle pressing against her breasts. For the first time in the past couple of hours, her body stirred to life, an ache quickly growing inside her for this man whom she loved. "It's all too much, Trev." She let her gaze travel over the hills. Somewhere up there was the cave where they had spent the night. "I regret my father's death. I regret the loss of Torl. But I wouldn't be with you now if they still existed." "True." He turned her around then, brushing his rough hand over her cheek while he penetrated her with soft gray-lavender eyes. "But who is to say if we wouldn't have found each other without the loss of Poltar." "It didn't happen that way though." She leaned into his hand, feeling his power, and knowing his physical strength was only part of what she loved about him. "The gods have given us each other so that we may start anew together." "Then you will stay by my side? Mate with me?" Something inside her broke, the sadness seeming to wash away like a smooth river, taking her misery downstream. "You are asking me to bond with you? Be your mate for life?" Her heart picked up a beat, her insides filling with a rush of happiness she hadn't experienced other than being in his arms the night before. "Yes, I am." He cupped her cheeks, making it so all she could focus on was his face. "We have a challenge ahead of us. Our future is unknown. But together, you and I will make a success out of whatever we do. And Marla, I knew the moment I lost Kopah that you were it for me. There were no second thoughts when I left my home in search of you. You are my life mate. Say that I am yours." "Yes." And she knew in her heart that he had been for many years. "You are my life mate." She reached for him, running her fingers through his hair, pulling him to her. And he willingly obliged, kissing her with so much passion that he washed all of her fears, all of her worries away. Whatever their future held, it would be a success, because she would walk through it with Trev of Kopah by her side. [bookmark: OClare_Lorie_-_Sex_Slaves_02_-_Waiting__][bookmark: OClare_Lorie_-_Sex_Slaves_02_-_Waiting][bookmark: OClare_Lorie_-_Sex_Slaves_02_-_Waiting_]O'Clare, Lorie - Sex Slaves 02 - Waiting For Yesterday (v1.0) [image: ] WAITING FOR YESTERDAY An Ellora's Cave Publication, November 2004 Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc. 1337 Commerce Drive, #13 Stow,OH44236-0787 ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0070-6 Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned): Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) HTML WAITING FOR YESTERDAY © 2004 LORIE O'CLARE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors' imagination and used fictitiously. Edited bySue-Ellen Gower. Cover art bySyneca . Warning: The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. 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Waiting For Yesterday Lorie O'Clare Chapter One The sound of Dree's footsteps echoed in the wide hallway. She didn't care. Let them discover her here. It wouldn't matter now if they beat her to death, whipped her badly enough to leave scars, tortured her until she didn't remember her name. There were some things she simply would not put up with. And His Majesty was about to hear about it. Dree of Torl didn't care if she had less rank than the dirty boys who scrubbed the kitchen floors, scampering for scraps to take home to their families. The elite on this planet didn't give a rat's ass about anyone beneath them. And that was a fairly large population. King Sorale of Benox, this filthy planet she now called home, didn't care about any of them. That was about to change. "Dree. No." The hushed voice startled her. Dree squinted into the shadows near one of the large windows. "Bean. Is that you?" The gaunt man leaned against the wall as he moved toward her. "What are you doing here?" Then she saw the material drenched in blood wrapped loosely around his hand. "What happened to you?" Dree reached for him, but Bean pulled his injured hand closer to his bare chest, avoiding her touch. "Where are you going?" He ignored her question. "King Sorale's guards just beat Dela. All she did was not move fast enough." Dree felt her anger rage through her all over again at how they had treated the poor Benox woman. Bean shook his head. "Don't risk your life over one of them. The people of Benox don't care about themselves. And they care less about us." He raised his blood soaked hand, the rag wrapped around it appearing to be his shirt. "I just lost a finger because I accidentally touched the King's food while serving him. He's insane, Dree. Don't go in there." Dree looked down the large hallway toward the solid wooden doors at the other end. The King's court was on the other side, carefully closed in so that he wouldn't have to endure the stench of the world he ruled. She hated him so much she shook from the intensity of it. "Dree. Don't." Bean's soft-spoken words were meant to persuade her away. But returning her attention to him, seeing how atrophied he was without his shirt on, hardly any muscle clinging to his protruding bones, she couldn't stop now. Bean could have been a good-looking man, a strong man. But neglect and fear had turned him into a fading shadow of what could have been. "You need to get that looked at." She nodded to his hand. Once again he pressed it to his chest. "Don't worry about me. Take care of yourself. You face a fate that would make you beg for death if you go in there." His words made her insides tighten. She'd heard rumors of the atrocities of King Sorale, seen the results of his mutilation on the lower-ranking citizens of Benox. "I have to do this." She stared at the large wooden doors at the end of the hallway. A cold sweat spread over her, giving her chills. If she didn't keep moving she would lose her nerve. Already she was terrified of what she needed to do. But someone had to do something. "Sometimes I wonder if he even knows what goes on around him." "He knows." Bean's words were like a cold rush of wind, chilling her to the bone. Dree searched his pale lavender eyes, proof of his Kopah heritage, the slave trader plantation that had bordered her home at Torl on the planet Poltar. Once they had been slaves for the elite, pampered and living in the lap of luxury. Their only training being how to sexually please their masters. But that life had been destroyed, wiped out in a single day. "Go to the kitchen. Get your hand taken care of. I'll be down there in a little bit." She had no idea if she would or not. But if she didn't sound confident, she would lose her nerve. "Go." Bean looked down. Without another word he hurried down the hall. Taking orders was in their nature. And that is what made this so difficult. Dree needed to stand up for her people before they were all destroyed at the hands of bored guards. She needed to give the orders. She tucked loose strands of her white hair behind her ear, then ran her damp palms down the front of her loose-fitting shirt. It was the same kind of shirt Bean had wrapped around his hand. Simple and without color, the rough fabric hard on her skin, Dree's shirt fit her as poorly as her pants did. But the unattractive clothes kept her from getting raped, usually. She put one foot in front of the other, forcing herself forward while her heart moved to her throat and pounded painfully. Her hand shook when she reached for the long metal handle on the huge door. The metal was cold, her fingers barely wrapping around it. Dree took a deep breath, thinking how the door appeared to have been made for giants. She suddenly felt very small. This had to be done before she lost all will and turned tail to run. She gave the door a push. It barely moved. She leaned against it, and managed to open the door enough to squeeze inside. Another world was on the other side of that door. Dree couldn't believe it. She stood in a room so large, with ceilings so high, she almost thought she was outside. And indeed, large open balconies on either end of the room allowed a breeze scented with the fragrance of a multitude of flowers to drift through the area. People moved around in front of her, beautifully clothed, chatting easily. They didn't notice her. The relaxed atmosphere immediately made her homesick, memories of how good her life had once been as Torl's slave hitting her hard. "Are you lost?" A guard stepped in front of her, his hands on his hips, looking at her with disgust. "Gods." A woman nearby screeched. "What is it?" Another woman, adorned in the beautiful silk the elite wore, her tattooed body beautifully displayed through the delicate material, covered her mouth, looking at Dree in terror. "I want to see the King." Dree tried to speak clearly, hoping for more respect if she sounded like she had her wits about her. The two women hurried away, fanning their noses while they whispered to each other. The guard laughed. "I doubt he would want to see you." He wrinkled his nose in disgust and reached out to grab her. Dree tried to duck, but his large hand gathered the back of her shirt and a fair amount of her hair, and dragged her through the room. "I can walk." She tried to pull his hand off of her. But the best she could do was wrap her fingers around his thick wrist behind her head and try not to lose her balance while he hurried her past curious onlookers. Two palace boys, wearing the loose-fitting pants of the higher-ranking servants, hurried to open another set of doors when they saw them approach. "No. I want to see the King." Dree struggled, afraid he was sending her right back to the outer courtyard. She shut up quickly when she realized they had entered another finely adorned room of the inner castle. "What is this?" An older woman, her silk darkened, showing her privileged status not to be seen naked, sounded annoyed. "She's one of those Poltar slaves." The guard said the name of her home planet with disgust. "I don't know where she came from, but you take care of her." With that, he tossed her at the woman's feet and then turned and left, the large doors closing silently behind him. Dree hurried to her feet. She knew this woman was a higher-ranking slave—no more. And Dree had her freedom. Her former mistress had set her free when their home had been attacked. Regardless of what King Sorale dictated, Dree outranked this woman. Granted she had no home, no livelihood, and lived no better than the slaves, but she was not a slave. The woman looked her over from head to toe, her expression a mixture of disbelief and contempt. "I can't help my appearance." And she wouldn't apologize for it either. "The King might appreciate my message better in my current state." She doubted it, but held her ground while the slave assessed her. "Why is this here?" A man spoke from behind her and she turned, and then looked up at the giant brute who glowered over her. "Thishas a name." She pointed at her chest, the man following the action with little interest. "I am Dree of Torl and I want to see the King." The man walked around her slowly, Dree turning too so that her back was never to him. "Bring her." He turned and walked away, his clothing foreign to her, along with his accent. "I can't tell if there is anything there with all that filth on her." The woman slave clicked her tongue at Dree, gesturing for her to follow. It took some effort not to slap at her hand when the woman poked her with a bony finger to get her moving. She followed the man, her heart racing while she tried to keep her thoughts focused. It was hard to take in her surroundings and keep in mind what she planned to say to the King. Everything around her was so beautiful, so elegant, nicer than anything she'd seen on Torl. Another slave boy opened a door when they approached. The man entered the dimly lit room, clapping his hands a couple of times. "Clean her and then bring her to me." He turned around and left without another word. Dree realized he'd spoken to two slave women. They were naked, fine silver hoop earrings pierced through each nipple and a dainty silver chain around their waists and necks. The older woman pushed her from behind and Dree lost her footing. She fell into a pool of very warm water, a cement bathtub dug large enough for an orgy. The warm scented vapors rising from the water alerted her immediately. "Damn it to all the hells." She reached for the side, holding her breath while she pushed herself out of the drugged water. "You need a bath." The older woman tried to push her back into the water. The two naked slave girls tried also. Dree fought all of them. The two girls being no challenge. Their movements were slow and lethargic from having spent so much time around the heavily drugged water. "You will not drug me and make me stupid." Dree pushed hard, forcing the older woman to stumble backwards. The woman tried to hold on to Dree to keep from falling and succeeded in ripping Dree's shirt when she fell. "Call the guards." The woman scooted backwards from Dree, yelling at the drugged slaves. "Hurry. She is mad." Dree wanted to yell at the old lady to shut up. There wasn't time though. She couldn't get caught. Jumping around the two worthless slave girls, she pushed against the heavy door. "You don't look too clean to me." The slave boy at the door was rather mouthy with the absence of guards. Dree shoved the boy, who was actually not much smaller than she was, into the bathing room. She shut the door, closing the four of them in the drug-filled room. Then glancing up and down the hallway, she chose the direction opposite where she'd come from. Potted plants, standing taller than she, with leaves as big as her face, blocked part of her view of the large foyer at the end of the hallway. But they also proved a good shield. She wrung out her hair, glancing down as she did at her soaked and torn clothes. There would be less chance of drawing attention to herself if she were naked. Footsteps sounded, approaching ahead. She pressed herself against the stone wall, its cold hard surface matching the atmosphere of the palace. "Do you think His Majesty will go along with it?" A man spoke, the footsteps slowing. Dree peeked around the large leaves spotting two men both wearing long cloaks. They weren't dressed like everyone else. These two wore dark-colored clothes made out of material so thick she couldn't see through them. Their bodies were completely covered. "That is why you are here, to ensure that he does." The second man had lowered his voice, speaking so only his companion could hear him. The two men had stopped within feet of Dree. If she wanted, she could reach out and touch their strange clothing. Her body shook, but she dared not breathe, and did her best not to even blink. Long daggers hung from their belts. She could see laser guns strapped at their hips. Never before had she seen so many weapons all at once. But that wasn't what caught her attention. Throughout her years as a sex slave, her body had never responded to a male of any race the way it did right now. Her heart raced, although no longer from fear. Suddenly her breasts seemed swollen, an ache growing in them while her nipples hardened with need. Slowly the ache spread through her while she watched the two men. These two were the sexiest men she'd ever seen in her life. Chapter Two The sooner Marc Torin could get out of King Sorale's palace, the happier he would be. He'd shown up, as ordered. Now he just wanted to get the fuck out of there. "Don't play games with the King." Trent Dar gave him a shrewd look, those coal black eyes of his not blinking once. "He may appear insane, but know now Torin, he can be very cruel when he feels he's been cornered." "I didn't corner him." Marc stopped, glancing around them. He didn't see anyone, but he didn't trust the walls in this gaudy presentation of wealth. "If he viewed any of my comments as threats, that is for him to lose sleep over, not me." "Don't get too sure of yourself." Trent Dar didn't look around him, but kept that non-blinking gaze of his hooked on Marc. Marc wasn't too sure of himself. His people suffered under the leadership of King Sorale, but he hadn't figured out the best approach to solving the problem. When the King had complained that their communities flourished too much and that he needed more tax from them, Marc had refused. He hadn't been surprised when the messengers from the palace brought the formal notice saying the King wished to see him. "All I am sure of is that today we don't have to pay his damned tax." Marc waved a hand at the marble walls. "Like he needs anything from any of my people." Really all the King had control of was his kingdom, and he did a lousy job with that spread of land. Under all treaties on paper, King Sorale ruled all of Benox, but the man ignored everything outside his kingdom unless word got back to him that parts of the planet were flourishing too much. He looked down and something caught his eye. A puddle of water pooled from behind the potted plant. Maybe it had been overwatered. If so, it was the first thing out of place he'd seen since he had arrived here. But then he noticed something else. Feet. Small feet. Small, dirty feet. "What do we have here?" He looked around the potted plant into the terrified eyes of a young lady. At least he thought she was a young lady. Marc reached for her, pulling her out from behind the plant to get a better look. "What were you doing hiding behind there?" He had never seen a softer shade of gray than the color of her eyes. And the way she looked at him. Her body shook. He assumed she was terrified, but her eyes didn't show fear—more like curiosity. "I want to see the King." She didn't sound like the drugged sex slaves that strolled throughout the courtyards. She spoke clearly, never looking away from him. Trentmade a snorting sound, either disbelieving her or finding her humorous. Marc wasn't sure. He glanced at the man who focused on the young woman. Marc returned his attention to her as well. "And you think standing behind a plant will get you an audience?" She gave him a look to kill. "Hardly. I ran from some of the guards. Who are you?" Her manner didn't match her appearance. Marc didn't know why he wanted to know more about her, but he did. She was absolutely filthy and smelled like she slept wi