Enslaved

by Evangeline Anderson

  A male! A male made you that way—made you wet. Made you want him, want his kiss and more, whispered a condemning little voice in her brain.

  “Goddess!” Trin whispered. Unable to look, she closed her eyes on the shameful sight. But then she heard Thrace calling her.

  “No, baby,” he said softly when she opened her eyes to look at him. “Watch me do this…watch me honor your sweet little pussy…watch me pay obeisance to your cunt.”

  “Thrace…” she whispered and found that once again, she was caught in the trap of his silver-blue gaze, completely unable to look away.

  “That’s right, Mistress,” he murmured, leaning towards her, never taking his eyes from hers. “Watch me honor you.”

  Then his hot, open mouth was connecting with her trembling pussy, bathing her in heat, making Trin gasp and then moan as she felt his warmth envelope her, claming her completely.

  The kiss seemed to last forever, even longer than the ones he’d placed on her lips and nipples. As before, he didn’t attempt to suck her in any way but Trin did feel the lightest flicker of his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. She moaned and jumped but didn’t pull away. It felt too good and the sight was too hypnotic. Goddess, she couldn’t believe she was letting him do this and yet she couldn’t get enough of it!

  Thrace deepened the kiss for a moment and just for an instant she thought she felt his tongue press against her more fully. Then he was pulling away, his lips shiny with her juices, his eyes filled with need.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” he said hoarsely. “Thank you for allowing me to honor you.” He licked his lips slowly and then rose from the floor. “And now, it’s time to get you in the bath.”

  Trin gasped when the big Havoc swept her up in his arms again. She supposed she ought to be getting used to this mode of transport by now—after all, he didn’t seem to mind carrying her and he did it quite often. Still, this was the first time he’d carried her when she was completely nude.

  It’s fine. I’ll be fine, she told herself nervously. But her stomach told a different story, quivering like a thousand shimmerflies had taken off inside it at once. Thrace was still bare chested and his skin felt warm—almost hot against her own. But not nearly as hot as the water when he slid her gently into it.

  Trin hissed as the steam rose around her.

  “Are you trying to bathe me or boil me?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light.

  “I thought it would help you relax,” he murmured. “Would you like me to add some cold?”

  “No…no this is good.” She sighed and twisted her hair up on top of her head before it could get all wet. “I’ll get used to it.”

  “I won’t,” Thrace said, his eyes still half-lidded. “I could never get used to seeing your beauty revealed like this. Never get used to worshiping you with my mouth.”

  “Thrace…” She tried to laugh but it came out sounding breathy. “You don’t…don’t have to talk like that. The room probably isn’t wired for sound, remember?”

  “Not saying it because of that.” He nodded at the softly glowing blue viewscreen mounted on the wall across from the tub. “Saying it because I mean it. You’re fucking beautiful, Trin.”

  “Thank you.” She looked down at the pink bubbles that dotted the surface of the water. Goddess, why did his eyes on her make her feel so hot and cold all at once? She’d been desired by others before—her creamy brown skin made her an exotic beauty and more than one classmate and acquaintance back at the Academy was eager to get to know her and possibly do more. But none of those admirers had made her feel like this—like she was the center of their universe and they would do anything to pleasure her.

  “I supposed it’s time to get you washed.” He picked up a bottle of something pink and squirted some of it into his hands. “This okay? It’s the same stuff that made the bubbles.”

  “Sure…fine.” Honestly, Trin didn’t care what he used on her. The only thing she could concentrate on was that his big, warm hands were going to be sliding all over her body. She felt so nervous she could barely breathe. In fact, every muscle in her chest felt tight…especially the ones around her breasts. Trin frowned. What the hell was going on? Why did she feel this way?

  Probably just nervous, she told herself as Thrace began rubbing her neck and shoulders with long, slow strokes. At once she began to feel less anxious. Goddess, it felt amazing! Slowly she could feel the tension beginning to leave her body…well, most of it anyway. Her nipples still felt tight and stiff and achy. But still, the rest of her was starting to feel like melted butter.

  How could he do that to her? Trin didn’t know…and she didn’t care. She simply sighed and let his magic hands do their trick. He worked on her back and shoulders and arms, moving down to her hands and massaging each palm and finger in turn until Trin felt like she’d never been so relaxed in her life. When he finally returned to her neck, her eyes were half closed with pleasure.

  “Moving lower now,” he murmured in her ear.

  Good, she thought but couldn’t say. Instead she simply nodded her head as his hands slid down to cup her breasts in the warm, soapy water.

  “Going to wash your breasts now, Mistress,” he growled softly. Long fingers caressed her full globes with slow, gentle strokes and then plucked at her nipples, making her gasp with sensation.

  In fact, there was too much sensation. Trin moaned and jerked, making a miniature wave in the pool that spilled over the opposite side.

  Thrace stopped at once.

  “Too much?” he murmured in her ear.

  “A…a little,” Trin confessed. “I don’t know why, I’m just so sensitive there all of a sudden.” It was true—her nipples were tight and achy and her breasts were beginning to feel fuller somehow. But that didn’t make any sense, did it? Trin shrugged it off—she was probably just still nervous at letting him touch and bathe her this way. “I’m sorry,” she said, turning her head to look at him. “I just…”

  “It’s all right,” Thrace said soothingly. “I still have other places to wash.”

  Trin shivered as she considered what ‘other’ places he might be talking about. She expected him to reach under the water and cup her pussy at once.

  But Thrace surprised her again. He went around to the opposite side of the large, square tub and reached for her feet. He had found some kind of glove with soft bristles attached to it and he began to use it on her lower legs.

  “Oh!” Trin couldn’t help gasping as he washed her toes and she burst into a helpless fit of giggles when he scrubbed the soft bristles over the sole of her foot. “Thrace, no!” she cried, still giggling. “That…that tickles!”

  He grinned at her, his strong features full of teasing fun.

  “Is that right? What a shame, Mistress.” And he grabbed her other foot and began scrubbing it as well.

  “Thrace! Thrace, please!” Trin couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so hard. She kicked with her free foot, spraying him with pink bubbles which landed on his bare chest and shoulders.

  “That was very naughty, Mistress,” Thrace growled and retaliated by catching her free foot and holding her by her ankles so he could scrub both feet at once.

  “No! No, please!” Trin was laughing so hard her stomach hurt. “Please—I can’t breathe.”

  Thrace stopped at once but kept hold of her ankles.

  “Do you yield, Mistress?” he growled, smiling at her.

  “Yes.” Trin took a deep, gulping breath and tried to still her heart. She could still feel little giggles bubbling up from inside, however, and it was hard to keep a straight face.

  “Good.” Thrace’s voice turned suddenly caressing and he bent and planted a gentle kiss at the top of her foot. “Because I’m ready to wash you a little higher now.”

  “Higher?” The laughter was suddenly all gone, replaced by a deep heat which blossomed in her belly at the sight of his half-lidded eyes.

  “Between your thighs,” he murmur
ed. “I think you need to be washed there. Are you ready to let me do it?”

  “Y-yes,” Trin whispered, having trouble getting the words out.

  “Good,” he murmured. “Come to me, Trin. Come here and let me wash you.”

  She slid slowly to the other side of the tub, noticing how the water lapping against her tight, sensitive nipples made her shiver. Goddess, she felt so strange inside. Hot and cold and breathless…

  There was a seat at this end of the tub that raised her up so that the water came only to her waist. At Thrace’s instruction, she settled on it with her back against the tub and waited as he reached around her. Once again she had the sensation of being completely surrounded by him, his broad shoulders on either side of hers, his cheek close to her face as he ran big, warm hands down under the water to stroke her upper thighs. His warm, spicy scent enveloped her, making her feel safe and incredibly hot at the same time.

  “Spread for me now,” he murmured in her ear as he reached for her. “Spread your thighs open for me baby and let me wash your pussy. Let me make you all clean.”

  Those hot words spoken in his deep, growling voice seemed to do something to Trin. She could feel herself tingling all over but especially between her legs and at the tips of her breasts, which felt fuller and more sensitive than ever. The bubbles had mostly dissipated now and she could clearly see his big hands through the warm water as she spread for him, as she opened herself fully to let him wash her…to let him touch her.

  “So beautiful,” Thrace murmured in her ear as he cupped her naked mound with one large hand. “So fucking gorgeous, baby.”

  “I…I told you before, I’m not your baby. I’m your mistress,” Trin whispered breathlessly.

  “You’re my mistress when you command me and when we’re out in public with everyone watching,” he murmured. “But when it’s just the two of us and I’m taking care of you, you’re baby. My sweet, soft baby girl that I want to pleasure and take care of and serve. Want to make you feel so good you can’t stand it…want to hear you moan my name and beg me for more as you come and come…”

  “Thrace,” she objected, wiggling uncomfortably. “That’s…I can’t describe how that makes me feel but…but we never said anything about me, uh, coming. In fact, I don’t…don’t think it would be a good idea.”

  “You don’t want to come?” As he spoke, he spread her outer pussy lips with his index and ring fingers. She gasped as the heated water rushed in to caress her clit. And then slowly, gently, his long middle finger slipped into her wet folds and began to stroke. “You sure about that, baby?”

  “Oh!” Trin threw back her head, resting it against his broad shoulder as he continued to caress her with the lightest touch imaginable, tracing her throbbing clit again and again in slow, tender strokes. For some reason the pleasure he was giving her seemed to make her breasts ache and throb, a sharp sensation that was almost painful in his pleasurable intensity.

  “Tell me again how you don’t want to come, Mistress,” Thrace growled softly in her ear. “Is it because you don’t really want a male touching you? Because you can’t admit that a male could bring you pleasure?”

  “I…you know it’s not…not that,” Trin gasped, although to tell the truth, that was certainly part of it. But there was another, deeper reason she didn’t want Thrace to give her the ultimate pleasure. Trin was afraid if she gave him her body, if she trusted him so completely that she let him make her come, she might lose her heart as well—well, at least part of it. “I can’t,” she gasped as the sweet torture went on and on. “I…I shouldn’t…”

  “Shouldn’t do what?” he murmured. “Shouldn’t spread your legs and let me finger your pussy? Shouldn’t let me pet your soft little clit until you come in my hand?”

  “Thrace,” she begged. “Thrace please, I think…think we should stop.”

  But this time she wasn’t just asking out of fear—or not fear for her heart. As he touched her, her breasts and nipples had been feeling more and more full and sensitive. Now they felt so ripe—Trin couldn’t think of any other word that fit—she felt like she might burst.

  “Something’s wrong,” she gasped, closing her legs and sitting up. “What’s wrong with me?”

  “I think you were just about to come,” he said dryly, withdrawing his hand. “Nothing wrong with that.”

  “No, it’s not…that’s not where the problem is. It’s my…” Trin looked down at her chest and gave a frightened gasp. “Oh my Goddess, what’s wrong with me?”

  Her breasts were clearly bigger than they had been—but that wasn’t what made her so frightened. Her nipples, which normally went berry dark when she was aroused, were now a dark, angry red.

  “What…what is wrong with me?” she whispered, horrified and scared to death. “What’s happening to me?”

  Thrace reached out a finger and gently stroked one scarlet-tipped nipple, sending a wave of intense sensation through her entire body.

  Trin gasped. “Oh!”

  “Beautiful,” he said thoughtfully. “And obviously very sensitive.”

  “But what’s causing it?” Trin was nearly crying now. Not only was she scared but her breasts seemed to be getting fuller by the moment—they actually ached and her nipples were so red and sensitive she felt that even the lightest touch was too much to bear.

  “I don’t know, but we’re going to find out.” Thrace got up and went over to the viewscreen mounted on the wall across from the tub which still glowed a soft blue. With a few gestures he had called up a lightboard which projected from the bottom of the viewscreen onto the counter below. Trin watched as he began to key her symptoms into a search engine but before he could finish typing, a block of text and some images suddenly appeared on the screen.

  Thrace scanned them rapidly, frowning all the time. Trin was too far away to see.

  “What? What does it say?” she demanded in a shaking voice.

  “Hmm…remember the schromp we ate at dinner? And how Lady Tam-tam and Lady Needra both told us we’d have interesting effects from it?”

  “Oh my Goddess…I’d forgotten all about that!” Trin felt sick. “How could they let us eat that and not warn us!”

  “Are you kidding?” Thrace threw a look over his shoulder. “Look where we are.”

  “You’re right.” Trin put a hand to her forehead. “They probably wanted this to happen.”

  “Wouldn’t be surprised.” Thrace was still scanning rapidly. “According to this, the nectar pods and the schromp cause a reaction in the female body but it’s not activated until she’s submerged in hot water. The heat from the water acts as a catalyst and causes her nipples to become extremely sensitive—as sensitive as her clit.”

  “They’re sensitive all right.” Trin gave a shaky laugh which was more than half sob as she looked down at her swollen scarlet nipples. “What can we do about it? Will it help for me to get out of the tub?”

  “Can’t hurt.” Thrace came over and opened a towel for her—a big, fuzzy, white one made of incredibly soft, absorbent material. It was almost as large as a blanket. Trin stepped out of the bath and he wrapped her up in it. She dried off immediately and as completely as she could, then she looked down at her chest where her breasts were as full as ever—maybe fuller.

  “This isn’t helping. And ouch!” She had to unwrap the towel and pull it down to her waist to bare her chest. “It’s too rough,” she gasped. Even though the fabric felt as soft as feathers to her fingers, it was like sandpaper to the sensitive tips of her breasts.

  “Is it painful?” Thrace looked concerned. “Are you hurting, baby?”

  “I…I’m okay,” Trin said uneasily, which wasn’t exactly true. Her breasts still felt ripe to the point of bursting and her nipples were tight scarlet points that ached with some need she couldn’t name. “That article you found—” she began.

  “You mean the one that was sent to me. To us,” Thrace corrected her grimly. “It popped up before I even finished typing. Someone
knew we were going to need this information. I think we can both guess who.”

  Lady Tam-tam. Trin clenched her jaw and balled her hands into fists. Earlier when Thrace had been talking about how their hostess was probably lonely and missing her love-slave, she had felt almost sorry for the old lady. Well, no more—Trin was angry! How could anyone let this happen to a total stranger without giving them so much as a warning? Probably the same way she could insist that we try the red dream gas that made us nearly jump each other without warning us, she thought grimly.

  “Okay.” She took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. “In the article that was sent to us, does it say what to do about this? Is there some kind of antidote?”

  “There is but you’re not going to be happy about it.”

  “What? Just tell me,” Trin demanded. Her breasts and nipples were aching more sharply with every second—she didn’t have time to beat around the bush.

  Thrace sighed. “Says here that a male who has also ingested the same combination of pods and shromp has to help ease the pain in the female’s nipples.”

  “Ease the pain? How—?”

  “By sucking them,” he said flatly. When Trin bit her lip he shook his head. “See? Told you that you wouldn’t like it.”

  “I…but I can’t believe it.”

  Thrace motioned her forward. “Come read it for yourself. Apparently it’s the only way you’ll get any relief.”

  Trin moved over to the viewscreen and read the line he was pointing to. “The only relief for a female whose breasts have filled with need is as follows— A male who has eaten from the same batch of nectar pods and the same shromp must be found. He will have the essential compounds in his saliva. By sucking her nipples vigorously until they return to their normal color, he may ease the ache and cure her completely. This must be done shortly after the symptoms appear or permanent damage may occur.”

  “Permanent damage?” She looked up at Thrace fearfully. “What does that mean?”