The Tradrych Strain- The Complete Series

by Marissa Farrar

  Not long after breakfast that morning, Borys returned.

  “Good morning, Tara. I trust you had a restful night.”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  He was strangely formal. I worried about what he was planning.

  He put both hands behind his back, his neck bent. “I’ve been giving some thought to what you said about me taking you out of this room. I have an event where I’d like you by my side. I’m having some company—male company—and I would like to show you off.”

  My heart fluttered with anticipation, and my thoughts instantly went to Zoe. “What about the other girls, too? I bet you could easily make others jealous with your collection.”

  He pressed his lips together and shook his head. “No, I think one will be sufficient.”

  My stomach dropped. Perhaps she would be safer in her room anyway.

  “What’s the event?” I asked.

  “A little gambling, that’s all.”

  “Gambling? On what?”

  “You’ll find out if you come along, won’t you? Make sure you wear something flattering. I like to see those curves.”

  All the dresses I’d been provided with looked exactly the same to me. “Shall I wear the dress from the auction?” I suggested.

  “Yes, why not. You did look beautiful.” His gaze darkened. “I expect for any exposing of skin to be done only for me, however.”

  My cheeks heated, and I glanced down at the floor. “Yes, of course.”

  He caught me by the hair, yanking my head back. “Look at me, Tara.”

  I gasped, my lips parting. His other hand palmed my breast over the top of my dress, his thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple, hard enough for tears to form. I let out a whimper, and something in his gray eyes lit up. The flames around the pupils danced with delight. He was enjoying this.

  I wanted to tell him to fuck off and let go of me, but I had to go along with the game.

  “You got me thinking about pleasure without conception,” he said, leaning in so his lips grazed mine. “You have another hole I can fuck, Tara, one that won’t end in pregnancy, and I intend to make use of it.”

  My core clenched. “Oh!”

  He released his hold on my hair and spun me around and pushed me to the bed. My upper torso lay flat against the mattress, my backside lifted high for him. He pushed the dress up and over my ass, so it rested on my lower back, leaving my backside and pussy naked and exposed.

  Leaning over the bed, he took the little bottle of liquid from the bedside drawer. I remembered what it was—lube. I swallowed hard. I was facing the wrong way for the extra hole he planned on using to be my mouth, and we didn’t need to use lube for oral sex anyway.

  Oh God.

  I wanted to tell him to stop, but I couldn’t. This was a tradeoff. Give him what he wanted, and I’d get out of this room. I needed to see the rest of the property, hope he’d take me to his private quarters, and slip away long enough to search them.

  Something touched me back there, and I jumped.

  “Relax, Tara,” he said from over my shoulder. “I’ll make sure this is good for you.”

  A surge of pheromones washed over me, sweeping around me in a dizzying wave. Even though I knew it wasn’t real, and this was his way of tricking me, and controlling me, my pussy gushed, and my nerve endings came alight.

  I pressed my forehead to the bed and groaned. Just that simple influx of hormones had made my body react, and desire coursed through me. Only a moment ago, I’d been wanting to tell him to stop, but as cool liquid dribbled onto my asshole, and then I felt the increasingly familiar touch of his tail, my internal ‘stop’ morphed to ‘don’t stop.’

  He used his tail, the tip slipping inside my ass. I knotted the bedsheet in my fists, fighting the instinct to tense up. I didn’t want it to feel so good, but it did, and he kept going. Somehow, even the burning pain as he stretched me felt incredible, and I found myself pushing back on him, wanting more. He thrust into me several times, each time a little deeper than the last, so my ring had to stretch as the girth of his tail increased. My pussy clenched, needing something to clamp down around, even though I already felt so full.

  His tail slipped from my body, and I wilted in disappointment.

  “Now, you’re going to take my cock.”

  Need made me forget all rational thought. I gave no thought to the others, or even our plan. All I wanted was to be taken in the most savage of ways, to be used and abused, and to love every second of it. I wanted to forget my past and my future. I’d have happily forgotten my own name.

  “Do it. Give it to me now.” My voice was low and guttural, animalistic. I was my basest self. Barely human.

  I dared to glance over my shoulder at him. He was still fully dressed, but the front of his pants was open, and his cock sprang into the space between us. He held it in his hand, and I tried not to think about how the girth was nearly the size of my wrist.

  I turned back around and lowered my face to the bed. I sensed him move up behind me, and the head of his cock grazed my asshole.

  He was too big. Surely, I wouldn’t be able to take him. But the hormones he’d filled my senses with prevented my body from tightening up in the same way it might have done with a human male, and the ring of muscle, already loosened by his tail, relaxed further.

  The wide dome head pushed against my opening. A part of my brain cried out in alarm. No, no, no. I wasn’t going to be able to take this. He’d rip me open. But I stretched as he edged inside me, and though it hurt, pleasure wound me in its grip.

  His tail whipped around my body, sliding across my back, to land on the back of my neck. The weight pressed me down, pinning my neck to the bed. I couldn’t have moved now, even if I’d wanted to.

  The head of his cock breached my ring, and he paused again, giving me time to get used to him. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to him. With a grunt, he slid deeper. I was glad I couldn’t see him in this position—a horned and scaled creature, with his huge cock embedded in my ass, and his tail holding me down by the neck.

  He thrust his hips, shunting me forward, and then pulled out again, slowly, so I could feel every inch slipping from my body, only to be thrust in again. I cried out at the invasion.

  His movements grew faster, pounding me harder.

  “Take me, human,” he snarled. “Take all of me.”

  Something was happening back there, pulsing inside my ass. But the pleasure was insane, and I screamed out, my entire body convulsing. I understood now why he was pinning me down with his tail, perhaps knowing I’d writhe right off the bed without it. My vision darkened at the edges, and I squeezed my eyes shut, bright flashes of light exploding across the backs of my eyelids.

  Borys grunted and held himself deep, until the pulsing finally faded away.

  He released his hold on my neck before he pulled himself from my body and tucked his cock away. I didn’t move, remaining in the same position.

  “Thank you, Tara.” He leaned over and planted a kiss on my bare shoulder. “That was exquisite. “Make sure you’re ready for me this evening.” He got to the door and then paused. “And, Tara, don’t let me down.”

  I held back a sob. I probably should have straightened and bid him farewell, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. I could still feel the weight of his tail across the back of my neck and imagined the heaviness of his huge cock in my ass. My entire body trembled, and I hoped he’d put it down to the orgasm rather than shock at what I’d just done.

  Thankfully, I sensed him step away, and then came the now familiar whoosh of the door opening and closing.

  I allowed myself a shuddery breath then gulped back a sob. I felt wet and liquidly between my thighs and didn’t want to make a mess of the bed, so slid to my knees on the floor instead.

  Something didn’t feel right. It wasn’t only that I’d been fucked hard in the ass. I felt overly heavy with his ejaculate, like there was still something of substance inside me. The change in position m
ust have brought whatever it was lower. My asshole stretched once more, a strangely erotic and yet terrifying sensation, and I knew something was swelling out of me. I cried out, moving back onto my haunches, and the next moment I experienced the shame of feeling like I’d just relieved myself on the floor. But when I looked down, a black, jellied egg, a little smaller than my fist, lay directly beneath me.

  Oh God!

  I wasn’t done yet. Still, I experienced that weightiness, an inability to control myself, and another of the egg’s mass pressed against my asshole from the inside, stretching my ring before dropping out of me. I whelped and pressed my face to the side of the bed, my arm pillowed beneath it. Revulsion and shame coursed through me.

  A third egg expelled from my body, and the feeling of heaviness inside me vanished.

  Shakily, I got to my feet and stared down in horror at the three, jellied, quivering balls. I knew exactly what they were—they’d contained the DNA of the Trad who’d ejaculated inside me. Rhett had done the same to me when I’d been on Earth, though I assumed when it happened vaginally, the eggs were laid high enough to somehow enter the womb—perhaps melting down to a liquid inside the body—which, of course, wasn’t possible in this situation.

  Unable to stand looking at them, I ran to the bathroom, yanked some tissue from the holder, and then ran back to the eggs. They weren’t babies yet, and so I scooped them up and hurried back to the bathroom and threw them down the toilet. Averting my face so I didn’t catch sight of them floating in the bowl, I reached out and hit the flush.

  Crying hard now, tears streaming down my face, I sank to the floor. I put my head in my hands and sobbed.

  Chapter Fifteen

  When my tears finally dried, I yanked off my much-hated dress and stepped into the shower, willing the hot water to wash away what I’d done.

  Every inch of my body screamed wrong, wrong, wrong.

  I wanted to scrub off my skin, hell, I wanted to scrub the inside of me as well. It wasn’t going to get any better, either. With frustration, I waited for the soap to be dumped on top of me from above. The tiny blob of gel didn’t feel like anywhere near enough. I’d need a thousand times that amount to get myself clean. Tears bit at my eyes, but I wasn’t going to allow myself to cry again. I could have stayed safe and protected with Nad and Miko, but I hadn’t, and Diarus had come here for me as well. He’d willingly put himself in danger, and I was going to be strong, like he was.

  I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, trying to erase the feeling of him from my skin. My body felt battered and used, and a hollow pit had opened up inside my chest.

  How long did I have until he came back to take me to the event that evening? I needed to pull myself together before then. I couldn’t let him know what had just happened had affected me so badly. He needed to continue to believe there was something special between the two of us, something none of the other women—however many he might have here—could provide him with.

  “Tara?” The faint echo of Zoe’s voice came down the vent. “Tara, what happened? Are you okay?”

  But I couldn’t even bring myself to answer her.

  What would I tell her? I just wanted to forget this had ever happened.

  I dragged a comb through my hair, the blonde locks still a little damp, despite the automatic dryer. I took the dress from the auction out of the closet, where it hung among all the identical silver dresses, and lifted it to my face. I pressed my nose and mouth against it, remembering how Nadeusz and Mikotaj had dressed me up, ready for the auction. How fucked-up was my life now that the memory of being readied to be sold caught me up in a wave of nostalgia?

  I stepped into the dress and pulled the boned corset up to support my breast. Then I did up the side of the dress and let my hands fall to my sides. I was nowhere as primped as I’d been at the marketplace, my hair a shiny sheet around my shoulders, instead of piled high on my head, but the dress still made me feel elegant, at least on the outside.

  A knock came at the door, and my stomach lurched.

  It was already time.

  Instead of Polityk Borys, it was one of his guards who opened the door and stepped into the room.

  “He’s ready for you now,” he said.

  I sucked in a breath and nodded. I was relived Borys wasn’t the one to come and fetch me. I knew I was going to have to face him soon, but I didn’t know how I was going to manage to look him in the eye without picturing him bent over me, laying his fucking eggs inside me. I wanted to launch myself at him and tear at his eyes with my nails at the memory, but instead I was going to have to continue with this act.

  I followed the guard out, and he led me through the house.

  I did everything I could to take in each corridor and doorway. I wanted to imprint every detail on my memory, but everything looked the same. We passed the first door on side of the corridor my room was on, and I felt sure it must be Zoe’s room. I pictured her behind it, most likely worried about me. How much had she heard from Borys’s little visit? Did she have some idea of what he’d done to me? I hoped not. I didn’t want her to know. I didn’t want anyone to know.

  We left the sterile, long, white corridor and entered a new part of the house. The corridors were wider, and there was artwork on the walls, and a rug beneath my feet.

  “Is this the polityk’s living area?” I inquired of the guard. “Is this where he spends his time?”

  “No questions,” he snapped.

  He continued, with me following, until we reached one of the external hexagonal doors.

  To my surprise, we stepped outside. I squinted in the bright sunlight and lifted a hand to shade my eyes.

  “This way,” the guard grunted.

  I followed him around the side of the building, and my mouth dropped open.

  The structure in front of us was almost as large as the building itself.

  A huge circle had been dug down into the ground. On the inside of the circle, walls rose to ground level, where a viewing platform looked out over the top. Embedded into the walls were huge metal gates, but, as far as I could tell, only darkness lay beyond.

  A group of Trads stood on the platform, and Borys noticed my arrival at the same time I spotted him.

  “Ah, here she is,” he called out, so every head in the place turned toward me. “My concubine.”

  I gritted my teeth at the name. I wasn’t a concubine. I was a goddamned sex slave, and I didn’t know how or when it would happen, but one day I would make him pay.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Diarus

  “GET UP.”

  A foot connected with my lower back, and I sucked in a breath but refused to give them the satisfaction of hearing me moan in pain. These Trad bastards were bullies, and they were quite happy kicking me when I was on the ground and in chains. I imagined they’d be a lot less disrespectful if I was allowed to fight them in a more equal setting.

  “I said, get up, Athion.” He delivered another swift kick.

  I gritted my teeth. “If you stop kicking me, I might manage to get up.”

  “No insolence from you!” And I was rewarded with another kick.

  Pain exploded through my spine, and I bit it back, my fists clenched. My instinct was to leap up and throw a punch or two of my own, but I didn’t want to get in trouble. I needed Borys to keep me here, even if it was in a goddamned cage. If I got myself thrown out, or even worse, killed, I was never going to be able to help Tara.

  I managed to roll to my stomach then press up onto all fours. I paused there for a moment, bracing for another kick to follow, but none came. Using the filthy walls for support, I hauled myself to my feet.

  I’d volunteered to come here to keep an eye on Tara, but I wasn’t even allowed inside the house. I’d been thrown into what appeared to be an outside kennel for some kind of animal. It had a roof and four walls, but the door was a metal lattice gate, offering no privacy. A thin, dirty blanket was on the floor, together with a bucket and a bottle of water, but not
hing else. Any food I’d been brought had been in a metal bowl and thrown onto the ground at my feet.

  I hoped Tara’s treatment was better than mine, but then I remembered what she was putting herself through, and closed my eyes against the pummeling of images and guilt at having felt sorry for myself.

  How was I going to get to see her like this? I’d been hoping I’d have been given tasks like back at the facility, cleaning floors and serving meals, but I couldn’t do anything in this situation. I needed to find a way out of it. I didn’t know what was happening now, but at least the gate was open and it looked like I was leaving this shithole, if only for a short time.

  I turned to face the guard. “Where are we going?”

  “You’re the entertainment.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “What kind of entertainment.”

  He chuckled. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

  I was still in the same restraints I’d been brought here in—both my wrists and ankles bound—and my movement was limited. I shuffled out of my cell and into the bright sunlight of the yard beyond. The sun felt good on my skin, though I squinted against the brightness. It felt like it had been a long time since I’d been exposed to any kind of warmth.

  “This way,” the Trad grunted.

  I didn’t have much choice but to follow him. The one thing keeping me going was the possibility I might come across Tara. We crossed a dusty yard and reached an iron gate, which the Trad yanked open. I was disappointed to enter a new dark, dank place, but I didn’t have much choice other than to follow the guard. With my hands and feet still chained, it wasn’t as though I’d be able to get far if I attempted to run, and anyway, I’d come here willingly. If I tried to run, I’d be running from Tara, and I didn’t want that. No way was I going to leave her in the hands of Borys.