by Ivy Barrett
Enslaved for Their Use
By
Ivy Barrett
Copyright © 2019 by Stormy Night Publications and Ivy Barrett
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Enslaved for Their Use
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This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Additional Books in the Ventori Masters Series
More Stormy Night Books by Ivy Barrett
Ivy Barrett Links
Prologue
“Not just no, but hell no!” Celeste Mortenson stressed as a deep flush crawled up her neck and across the tops of her ears.
Lorna smiled. The reaction used to tell her when her sisters were lying. Thanks to the fair complexion all three inherited from their mother, their skin broadcasted the true state of their emotions regardless of how calm they appeared.
Only six years separated the three, but Lorna had been the legal guardian of her younger sisters since she was nineteen. “I wasn’t asking permission, hon. I was explaining what’s about to happen.”
They faced off in the living room of their Alexandria, VA home. The house was modest compared to the stately mansion in which they’d been raised, but they were still together despite repeated tragedies. And that was all that mattered to any of them.
“I won’t allow it.” Celeste crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, her lips slightly pursed.
The expression made her look so much like their mother that Lorna’s heart ached. It had been twelve years since they lost their parents, but Lorna still missed them every day. “You can’t stop it.”
The simple fact took the wind out of Celeste’s sails and filled her gold-green eyes with pain. With pale blonde hair and the sculpted bone structure shared by all three sisters, Celeste could break anyone’s heart with that tormented look. “Don’t do this, please. I couldn’t deal with it if I lost you too.”
Lorna pulled Celeste in for a tight, maternal hug. “You’re not going to lose Brianne or me. That’s why I’m doing this. We’ve tried everything else.” Lorna’s voice hitched and emotion burned in her throat. The pep talk was as much for her as Celeste. Lorna had never felt this desperate or helpless in her life, and she’d been in numerous life-threatening situations while working for the FBI. “We’re getting Brianne back. I don’t care what I have to do, or how many aliens I have to fuck. They are not keeping our baby sister.”
Brianne had disappeared or more precisely been taken not quite a week ago. All Lorna’s and Celeste’s determined searching, browbeating officials, and exploiting government connections had accomplished precisely zero. They knew nothing more today than they had when Celeste’s phone rang at three-thirty in the morning six days ago.
The incident was seared into Lorna’s memory and just thinking about it gave her chills.
Celeste flipped on Lorna’s bedroom light as Emily’s voice shrilled out of the cell phone in Celeste’s trembling hand.
“No one believes me,” Emily cried. She was Brianne’s roommate and not at all prone to dramatics. “Yes, I’d been drinking, but I wasn’t drunk.” A harsh sob interrupted her defense. “They had blue skin!”
“Try to calm down, Emily,” Celeste coached in a firm, yet companionate tone. “I believe you. Now explain exactly what happened. Lorna is here with me.”
“Thank God you picked up. The cops aren’t going to do anything. They think I made this up.”
Celeste sat down on the foot of Lorna’s bed as Lorna swung her legs over the side. “Where did this happen?” Lorna asked.
“Half a block from the Cellar.” The Cellar was a popular dance club not far from campus. “The lot was full, so we had to park on the street. They came out of nowhere and were gone in a flash. I’d never seen anything like it.”
Celeste glanced at Lorna, her expression tense, gaze filled with fear. “Sorry for being a bitch, but how did you get away?”
“There were only two aliens, and Brianne fought like a tiger. It was let her go to chase after me or...” Emily was sobbing again. “They chose her. I’m so sorry.”
They’d promised Emily they’d do everything humanly possible to get everyone back. But Lorna was no longer sure humans could accomplish the rescue.
Celeste worked for the Department of Alien Affairs, so the sisters knew more about the various alien species now interacting with humans than the average citizen. Most humans believed there were only two, the Ventori and the Skarilians. The merciless Skarilians had reduced two-thirds of the planet to rubble when humans refused to surrender to their brutal invasion. The Ventori arrived a few days later and drove off the Skarilians. Their ‘gallant’ rescue had come too late for billions—and at the exorbitant price of young, fertile females willing to help them rebuild the Ventori race—but the human survivors were grateful nonetheless.
And then there were the Yashonty. Lorna shivered. Her emotions were seriously conflicted when it came to the rebellious newcomers. Their leader went by the name Ram. It was short for Ramnyth Dulvet, but that’s about all the DAA would say, even in Top Secret briefings.
If the Ventori-run Protectorate knew more than human authorities, the Ventori weren’t sharing. Still, it was impossible to confuse the alien species. The Ventori were massive, with pale skin, dark hair, and eyes. The Yashonty, by contrast, had skin so black it appeared blue in certain lights. Their hair was white, and their eyes incandescent lavender. Lorna had only heard them described, but her mental image was certainly intriguing.
Easing Celeste back, Lorna looked into her eyes. “We both know the Yashonty have Brianne, and no one on Earth or in the Protectorate gives a damn.” The Ventori dubbed themselves Defenders, but they were ruthless mercenaries. Just like the Yashonty. “Our government can’t admit there is yet another group of aliens preying on human females or they’ll have mass panic on their hands—again. And there is too much truth in what the Yashonty rebels say about the Ventori for the Protectorate to admit they’re getting their asses kicked regularly. They’re supposed to be the saviors of the universe after all. A small band of rebels shouldn’t be this much trouble.”
“The rebels are an annoyance, nothing more,” Celeste insisted with a spark of renewed spirit.
“Seriously?” She moved farther away, annoyed by Celeste’s attitude. “You’re going to quote governmental propaganda to me? The Yashonty want what all of us want, to end Skarilian conquest. They’re just willing to do anything to get it. I understand their determination and share their resolve. They just kidnapped the wrong female.”
Celeste’s gaze iced over and her shoulders squared. Mortenson females were known for three things: intelligence, attractiveness, and spirit. “If Brianne had gotten away that night and the other three were taken,” Celeste challenged, “would you be doing this?”
Celeste shook her head, eyes closed in exasperation. “I can be stubborn, but you take everything to extremes. This is foolish.” She ground out the last statement between clenched teeth.
Rather than continue the debate, Lorna held up a vacu-pack containing a tiny comm-cluster. “Ventori toys will allow us to keep in touch. Are you going to help me or not?”
“Damn it. You know I am.” She snatched the comm-cluster out of Lorna’s hand and looked at it more closely. “Where did you get this? Comm-clusters are highly regulated, and this looks real.”
“Friend of a friend. Unfortunately, his ties to the Protectorate prevent him from doing any more.” Lorna had chosen to become a private investigator when the FBI, along with many departments in the US government, had been absorbed by the Global Consortium. Even so, she still had friends who were part of the new world government. Not that any of them had been very helpful with the Brianne crisis.
Celeste expelled an exaggerated sigh and motioned toward the kitchen. “The light’s better in there.”
Lorna knew this was going to happen one way or the other, so she’d set up on the kitchen table shortly before Celeste arrived. Latex gloves, gauze squares, alcohol pads, scalpel, tweezers, blunt probes, and Super Glue. The only thing missing was the comm-cluster in Celeste’s hand.
Celeste looked at the supplies with a raised brow. “How long have you been planning this?” She did a quick inventory, then frowned. “You’re going to regret the alcohol, especially with no anesthetic.” After opening the vacu-pack without touching the tiny device, she set it down on the table and pointed toward the Super Glue. “You’ve got to be kidding. There’s a suture kit in the emergency backpack I keep in the trunk of my car. Do you want me to go get it?”
Lorna shook her head. “Sutures, even the dissolving kind, would be much easier to spot. Besides, the comm-cluster sits right under the skin. If you’re careful, the incision will be ten to twelve millimeters long.” She waved away the concern. “I’ll be fine.”
Clearly frustrated by the entire situation, Celeste went to the sink and washed her hands and forearms with the Hibiclens liquid soap Lorna had set out for that purpose. From childhood on, Celeste had wanted to be a doctor. Her aspirations shifted somewhat when Lorna was accepted by the FBI. Celeste was intrigued by the physical and intellectual challenges Lorna faced as a field agent. However, Celeste’s love of medicine hadn’t faded. The Operational Medicine Program provided a perfect blending of challenging investigations and field medicine. She’d just finished her training with the prestigious program when the Skarilians attacked, and all of Earth’s governments were restructured. Left with many unexpected options, she’d joined the newly formed Department of Alien Affairs.
Lorna sat on one of the kitchen chairs and gathered her hair over to one side, exposing the skin behind her ear. Once Celeste moved up behind her, she explained, “Hide the cut in the crease where my ear meets my scalp. About two o’clock would be perfect.”
Celeste pulled on a pair of gloves, then scrubbed the area with the alcohol pads. “Right here?” She lightly touched Lorna’s scalp with the blunt tip of one of the probes.
“Yes.” Lorna closed her eyes and started breathing, allowing her mind to clear.
“This is going to sting like hell.” Celeste hesitated. “If we wait until tomorrow, I can get lidocaine or—”
“No. It has to be now. There’s a massive graduation party tonight. It’s sponsored by Brianne’s sorority, and the Yashonty will be there. I’d bet my life on it.”
Celeste moved in front of Lorna, apparently ready to give arguing one last try. “You are betting your life on this. If the Yashonty kidnap you, you’ll be powerless to rescue Brianne. No one escapes them. How does it help her to give them another prisoner?”
“We haven’t even been able to learn her exact location,” Lorna pointed out in a calm, conversational tone. She’d thought through every possible alternative, and none brought them any closer to Brianne’s freedom. “We can’t begin to plan a rescue until we have accurate information. This is recon. The comm-cluster will allow me to pass on anything I learn and keep you apprised of my exact situation. I’m not fooling myself. I know this is going to be horrible, but if everything goes sideways, you can throw yourself on the mercy of the Ventori. Or threaten to go public with just how often the rebels get the better of them. Maybe pride will finally motivate them into action.”
Celeste shook her head, looking defeated and afraid. “You know what the Yashonty do to females. You’ll be raped, likely by more than one of those monsters before the first night is through. Are you really ready for that?”
“Rape is about power, not sex. The Yashonty are driven by the need to reproduce, just like the Ventori. All of this is about the survival of their species. I’ll have to have sex with them. That’s unavoidable, but yes, I’m ready for anything they can throw at me. I won’t be intimidated by sex, and I just might find a way to use it to my advantage.” She dragged her gaze away from Celeste’s assessing stare.
“They could torture you, slit your throat, gang rape you, literally fuck you to death.” The challenge in Celeste’s tone was unmistakable. “There are no laws on Yashonty ships. They don’t abide by the Geneva Convention. You have no idea what turns these bastards on.”
“Do you honestly believe I haven’t thought about that? It terrifies me until I remember that whatever they’re going to do to me they’ve already done to Brie and her friends.” Using anger to burn off her fear, Lorna breathed through the sudden rush of emotion. “Brianne isn’t like me. She isn’t strong like us. She’s sweet and vulnerable. We have to get her back soon, or she won’t survive this, and we both know it.”
Celeste’s voice dropped to just above a whisper as she said, “You’re vulnerable too, L. I know you’ve lived through some dangerous shit, and you think you’re dark and jaded, but you’ve never been exposed to anything like this.”
“If I’m valuable enough to capture, I’m too valuable to kill,” she insisted, finality ring through every word. “I’m doing this. End of discussion.”
Years of arguing must have taught Celeste the futility of continuing after those three words. Rather than commenting, she gently tilted Lorna’s head to one side. “Here we go.”
The sharp sting only lasted a moment, then a strange rush of endorphins allowed Lorna to process each subsequent swell of pain. She breathed and let her mind empty, utilizing skills she’d learned from the FBI. Celeste was fast and efficient, so the tiny comm-cluster was placed and the wound sealed in a matter of minutes.
Celeste pulled the gloves off with an impatient snap and tossed them in the trash. “I don’t like anything about this.”
After rolling her neck, Lorna finger-combed her hair into a more natural arrangement. “We’re out of options. It’s this or give up. And there’s no way I’m ever giving up on either of you.”
Another dramatic sigh hissed out of Celeste as she ran her fingers through her hair. “Part of me knows you’re right. Someone has to do something, and we seem to be the only ones willing to act. In fact, part of me knows this is much, much bigger than anyone is willing to admit.”
Lorna didn’t need to ask what Celeste meant. Lorna’s thoughts had been much the same. “You think there are others, likely many others.”
It hadn’t really been a question, but Celeste nodded. “Human militaries are powerless to do anything about it, so they pretend nothing is going on.”
“And the Ventori aren’t treating human females any differently than the Yashon—”
“That’s not true,” Celeste stressed. “Every female that has
bonded with a Ventori pod volunteered to become their mate. The Yashonty aren’t asking for permission.”
“Is anyone really willing if they have no choice but to volunteer? We’re all so fucking desperate, we’ll do anything to survive.” Before Celeste could respond, Lorna waved away the entire debate. “We can’t solve all of Earth’s problems in one fell swoop. One goal at a time. That’s the only way to accomplish anything.”
With obvious reluctance, Celeste nodded. “Let’s focus on Brianne and her friends. Maybe rescuing them will bring some much-needed attention to the larger problem.”
“We both have contacts in the media,” Lorna pointed out. “We’ll make sure everyone hears the message loud and clear. Now how long will it take for the translator functions in the comm-cluster to start working?”
“A wide range of trade languages are preloaded, so they’ll work as soon as the nano-bots network with your brain. Unfortunately, whatever the Yashonty speak isn’t one of them. The translator will need to learn their language. The process can take several hours, even days.”
That gave Lorna pause. Being able to communicate with her captors was paramount to her success, not to mention her survival. “Any chance they’ll understand one of the preloaded languages? How often do they trade with other worlds?”
“I don’t know. No one seems to know much about them. If you say ‘can you understand me’ over and over, the translator will cycle through the most common languages. It has to be those exact words. ‘Can you understand me?’ But there are hundreds of thousands of languages, so your best bet is to be patient and let the IA learn Yashonty.”
Lorna nodded, discouraged and unnerved by the development. Communicating with the Ventori had been so easy. An injection of nano-bots and most were good to go. She’d presumed this would be the same.
Apparently picking up on Lorna’s hesitation, Celeste digressed, “We need information. I can’t argue with that, but we also need an exit strategy. You can’t go in without some sort of backup. We both know better than that.”