Enslaved

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Fucking gorgeous,” Thrace murmured in her ear and Trin watched, mesmerized as his big hands roved over her body, cupping her breasts, twisting her nipples until she moaned. Then his fingers slid lower to the place where they were joined.

  “Thrace,” she began but he was already talking again as he touched her.

  “I love the contrast of my skin against yours,” he whispered roughly in her ear. “Love the sight of my lighter shaft entering the sweet, dark depths of your pussy. Watch.”

  His long fingers spread her wide, opening her cunt, showing the place where he filled her. Then with a long, slow movement, he withdrew until only the head of his cock was still inside her.

  Trin moaned breathlessly, entranced by the sight of his shaft all slippery with her juices. It was a sight that was at once obscene and beautiful and she felt she couldn’t have looked away even if watching what they were doing together had made her go blind.

  “Thrace, please,” she whispered again. “I should…we shouldn’t be doing it this way. It shouldn’t feel this way…this good.”

  “Can’t help it baby—I want to make you feel good. Need to make you feel good. Like this…see?”

  As she watched, he stuck two fingers in his mouth to get them nice and wet, Reaching between her legs, he bracketed her throbbing clit with them. As he slid his shaft slowly back into her pussy, the two fingers began to slide up and down, caressing the sides of her sensitive little pearl until she felt like every nerve in her body was on fire with need.

  “Ahh!” she gasped as he pierced her to the core again, all the time stroking her clit. “Oh Goddess, please…”

  “Does it feel good, baby?” Thrace growled in her ear. “Feel good to let me fuck you?”

  “It…it does,” Trin gasped, her eyes still locked on the mirror, watching the erotic show they were putting on together. “It does but it should…it shouldn’t.”

  “It has to. Look, I didn’t want to tell you this but you need to know—you have to come to be cured,” he said.

  “I…I don’t understand,” Trin gasped. “Come to be cured? What does that mean?”

  “Means that in order to counteract the passion berry wine, I need to pump my seed as deeply into your pussy as possible. If you come while I’m filling you, the contractions of your inner walls will draw my seed deep into your womb—which is where it needs to be in order for this to work.”

  “Deep in my…but what about forming a bond? And what if I get…I mean, I’m not on any kind of contraception,” Trin protested.

  “Can’t be helped,” Thrace growled. “We’ll have to worry about the consequences later. Right now, we need to concentrate on saving your life. Which means you need to work with me—not against me.”

  Reluctantly, Trin saw the truth of his words. As wrong as it felt, this would all be for nothing if he didn’t manage to heal her of the passion berry wine’s toxic effects.

  “All right,” she whispered. “What…what do I have to do?”

  “Squeeze me,” Thrace told her. “Use your inner muscles to clench tight around my shaft. That should help you pull my seed even deeper when I come in you. And work yourself on me—ride my cock.”

  “How…”

  “There’s a rhythm. Watch.” He began to roll his hips, pulling almost all the way out of her and thrusting back in as he stroked her clit. “Feel that?” he murmured in her ear. “Do you feel the rhythm of our lovemaking?”

  “I think so…” Experimentally, Trin raised herself as he pulled out and lowered herself when he thrust back in. The result was that the head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb harder than expected, making them both groan with the deep penetration.

  “That’s it—you’ve got it. Keep it up,” Thrace murmured, pulling out again. “And don’t forget to squeeze—milk me with your inner cunt, baby. Help me come as deep inside your sweet, wet pussy as I can.”

  “All…all right,” Trin whispered breathlessly. Goddess this is wrong, so wrong, whispered the little voice in her head. But she was no longer paying any attention to it. She told herself she couldn’t afford to pay any attention. She had to give herself to Thrace completely—had to let herself go and fuck him back if she wanted to survive. And above all else, she did want to survive—otherwise she would have lay down and died instead of accepting his shaft in her pussy.

  Biting her lower lip with effort, she concentrated on working herself up and down on his shaft, meeting and matching his rhythm as she clenched and relaxed her inner muscles, trying her best to milk the seed from his cock into her pussy.

  “That’s right, baby,” Thrace murmured in her ear. He was still stroking her clit with one hand and with the other, he was pinching and twisting her swollen nipples. “Gods, look at how sexy you are, taking all of my cock so deep in your sweet little cunt. Watch in the mirror as we fuck each other, watch your pussy take my shaft to the hilt…so fucking hot.”

  Trin moaned helplessly, watching the two of them fuck in the mirror. The girl with long, dark hair was rolling her hips in time with the male’s thrusts, taking him as deeply as she could—her open pussy accepting his bare shaft easily, almost greedily as though she couldn’t wait to feel him coming inside her, filling her with his thick cum. Her breasts were thrust out, her nipples tight and dark with need and she was panting as she worked herself on his cock, worked hard for his pleasure and her own…

  “Goddess,” she whispered. “Oh, Thrace…”

  “Ride my cock,” he growled in her ear, stroking her swollen clit even faster. “Ride me and help me come in you, baby.”

  The erotic and forbidden sight in the mirror and his hot wores almost as much as his thick shaft filling her finally drove Trin over the edge. She felt her pleasure gathering once more and this time she didn’t try to hold it back.

  “Thrace,” she wailed, feeling herself beginning to clench helplessly around him. “Thrace, oh please…I think I’m…I’m going to…”

  “That’s right baby,” he growled in her ear, picking up the pace of his thrusting. “That’s right—come for me. Come for me so I can fill you with my seed.”

  Trin was helpless to disobey. With a low gasp, she felt her orgasm overtaking her, felt the hot wave of pleasure washing over her as her nipples tightened and her clit throbbed.

  With a low groan, Thrace allowed her orgasm to trigger his own. Gripping her hip with one hand, he pulled her down against him and thrust up hard at the same time, pressing the head of his cock to the mouth of her womb, getting as deeply into her pussy as he possibly could.

  Trin cried out as she felt a hot, wet rush bathing her core. She heard herself moaning as spurt after spurt of his seed jetted deep inside her. Oh Goddess, this was so wrong—the final defilement! Yet there was nothing she could do but take it, nothing she could do but spread her legs wider and try to take him deeper, try to let his cum fill her as much as possible to save her life.

  And then Thrace wrapped both long, muscular arms around her waist and pulled her even closer.

  “I love you, Trin,” he whispered deep inside her head. “Gods help me, I love you so damn much…”

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Trin stiffened against him, not sure what to say. Then she realized that Thrace’s deep, growling voice had been coming from inside her head.

  What the hell? she thought uncertainly. That can’t be right, can it? How could I hear his voice from inside my head? That’s impossible, right?

  “Not if we’re bonded,” the big Havoc murmured in her head. “And though I don’t have much knowledge of this—since I swore I would never bond myself to a female—I believe that is what this means.”

  “Oh my Goddess, you heard what I was thinking? And I can hear what you’re thinking?” Then what he had told her began to sink in. “And that means we’re bonded?” She stared at him in the mirror they were still facing.

  “I’m sorry,” Thrace said aloud. He rubbed a hand over his face. “I never meant for this to happen. I only
wanted to heal you from the effects of the passion berry wine. But feeling as I do for you…”

  “Your feelings? What about my feelings? Did you ever consider that?” Trin demanded. “What does this bond mean anyway? Is it something we can break or—?”

  “Already you want to break our bond?” He looked at her with a mixture of grief and anger on his strong features.

  “I’m just trying to understand what it means,” Trin protested. “Please, Thrace—you know I have feelings for you. I just didn’t expect…” Looking down she realized they were still entwined with his still-hard shaft buried to the hilt in her body. “Oh, my Goddess…I can’t…can’t talk like this.”

  She started to get up but she couldn’t. She was stuck to him, with his thick shaft refusing to slide out of her pussy.

  “Thrace? What’s going on? What’s wrong with us? Why can’t I get off you?” Panic was beginning to take over, clamping cold, clammy fingers around her throat.

  “Relax,” he murmured soothingly or it would have been soothing if she wasn’t hearing him inside her head. “I understand this happens sometimes if a Havoc breaks his vow and decides to bond with a female. It’s only temporary—this is simply my body trying to tie you to me as closely as possible by continuing to fill you with my seed.”

  “Your what doing what?” Trin squeaked. “And what do you mean you decided to bond with me? I thought you said it was involuntary!”

  He sighed. “It was. When I said I had decided I meant my body decided for me. Remember I told you that you had broken down all my barriers? That you had eradicated my determination not to bond with a female?”

  “Stop making excuses and stop talking inside my head!” Trin made another unsuccessful attempt to get off of him but she was still stuck to him like glue. Was he really still pumping her full of his seed? That reminded her again that she wasn’t on any kind of contraception. Why, she might be getting pregnant this very minute! And what would she do if the child she conceived was male?

  On Zetta Prime any female wishing to have a child went to the Conception Center and chose what kind of sperm she wanted—in doing so she was always assured of getting a female child. If Trin became pregnant with a male, there would be no way to hide what she had done. No way to deny that the child she was carrying had been conceived through intercourse with a male instead of being artificially implanted into her womb. She would be a disgrace to her family…her mother—what would her mother think of her? She would think such a child was an abomination…

  “I can hear everything you’re thinking you know,” Thrace growled softly in her ear. “I’m sorry the idea of carrying my child upsets you so much but could you please try not to think of our son as an abomination?”

  “I’m sorry—I’m just thinking of what my mother would say!” Trin was beginning to feel hysterical. “I mean, if she saw me like this and knew what we’ve been doing—”

  “We were saving your life, that’s what we were doing,” he shot back. “You agreed that was the most important thing, didn’t you? To keep you from dying?”

  “Yes, but I didn’t know having you save my life involved being permanently stuck to you—both literally and figuratively!” Trin tried to get off him again and failed. “Oh my Goddess, when will I be able get off you?”

  “Not until my body finishes with yours,” he growled. “I’m sorry—this isn’t a conscious decision on my part. If you’d just hold still and stop wiggling we might be able to separate.”

  “Separate physically, anyway.” Trin was beginning to get really upset. “But what about this bond? What does it mean? Will I always hear you inside my head? Will you always hear me? Will I never have any mental privacy again? How does this work?”

  “I don’t know exactly how it works.” Thrace was beginning to sound frustrated. “I told you—Havoc don’t bond so it’s not like I have a lot to go on. You know, among my people what we’ve done would be as much a disgrace to me as it is to you but you don’t hear me thinking about how we might be creating some kind of ‘abomination’ if you get pregnant with my son.”

  “Stop talking about me being pregnant!” Trin exclaimed.

  “Why, because it means you’ll have to face the fact that you let a male penetrate you and fuck you?” he demanded, sounding really angry now. “Because you’ll have to sooner or later. You’ll have to admit—”

  “My most abject apologies my dear Havoc but I’m afraid there is a personal call from Zetta Prime for your lovely paramour,” Two’s voice interrupted him, coming from the viewscreen. “I hope you don’t mind—I put it through a moment ago for you but there were some difficulties with the connection—I think the caller could hear you but you were unable to hear her.”

  “Her? Her, who? Who’s calling? Who heard us?” Panic was clutching Trin’s throat again. A caller from Zetta Prime? That could only be—

  “I’m fairly certain I have it right now, so here she is,” Two continued, not answering her question. “Have fun catching up!”

  Without further ado, the viewscreen flickered and a familiar image appeared—a woman with pure silver hair and pale skin. She was looking at them with large, dark eyes exactly like Trin’s own.

  Trin stared at the viewscreen with a sinking heart—it was her mother.

  Chapter Thirty

  “Mother!” Realizing she was still naked in Thrace’s lap, Trin looked frantically for something—anything—to cover up with. Thrace helped by handing her a large, fluffy yew-down pillow. She grabbed it and held it lengthwise against her naked body. “Mother,” she said again and then didn’t know what else to say.

  “Lonarra?” Her mother stared at her blankly for a moment. “Lonarra Ellenna Trin, what is going on here? What are you doing?”

  Though she had been out on her own for years, making her own way and captaining her own ship, that sharp, maternal tone still had the power to paralyze Trin with fear. Above all things she had always desired her mother’s good opinion. Now it looked as though it would be lost forever.

  “Mother,” she said desperately. “I…I can explain.”

  “You can, can you?” One pure silver eyebrow rose and her mother gave her a disbelieving look. “You can explain how you come to be sitting naked in the lap of a male who is also naked? And what was that you were saying about being pregnant, before we got a visual feed? Is this some kind of sick joke?”

  “It’s no joke,” Thrace growled from behind her. “Your daughter was poisoned, Lady Trin. We had to save her life. That’s why we’re…” He cleared his throat. “In this position.”

  “Is that so?” Now her mother’s icy gaze was turned upon Thrace, studying him as though he was some kind of pet which had suddenly gained the power of speech. “And whom, may I ask, are you?”

  “I am Thrace S’ver, a Havoc of the elder line of S’ver and captain of the merchant class vessel, The Empress,” Thrace said, looking Trin’s mother right in the eye. “I am also, through a long and complicated series of events, currently your daughter’s loyal slave, bodyguard, and companion.”

  “You bought a slave?” Trin’s mother looked at her again, frowning. “You know the Daughters of Zetta Prime frown on such practices.” She sniffed. “Among other things.”

  “I know but I had to—for trading purposes on Yonnie Six,” Trin said quickly. “And Thrace is…he’s…” She tried to think how to put it. “He’s more than a slave.”

  “What do you mean, more?” Her mother’s tone had turned soft and dangerous and Trin felt a shiver run down her back. As a child, she had known that the softer her mother’s voice got, the more severe her punishment would be. Thrace, however, didn’t have the benefit of that knowledge.

  “What she means is that I love her,” he said, lifting his chin. “I love your daughter and I have pledged my life to her.”

  “So this pet male of yours believes himself to be in love with you?” Her mother’s silver eyebrows rose another notch. “Which is presumably why I find you in the mi
ddle of this disgusting, degrading act?”

  “No, Mother! I—”

  “Enough excuses.” Her mother’s voice rose from a near whisper to crack like a whip. “I had hoped that the vid I was sent by a certain Lady Tam-tam of Yonnie Six was some kind of sick joke—a sham or a fabrication. But now I find you doing this.” She gave them both a look of deep disgust. “And don’t bother to try and play off the situation young lady, I know exactly what I am seeing and it sickens me!”

  “Mother, you don’t understand!” Trin exclaimed. “I…I was poisoned. Like Thrace said—with passion berry wine! This…” She motioned with one hand, while she kept the pillow clutched tight to her chest with the other. “Making love with him…was the only way to save my life.”

  “Then you should have let yourself die.” The words were spoken with such cold, brutal certainty that Trin gasped and clutched at her heart with her free hand. Her mother’s scorn and harsh judgment gave her an actual, physical pain—like an icy blade piercing her chest.

  “Mother, please,” she whispered. “You…you don’t mean that.”

  “And if you do, you’re a heartless bitch,” Thrace rumbled menacingly. “How can you speak so to your own daughter?”

  “And how can you purport to care for her when you’ve ruined her beyond hope, you…you male?” Trin’s mother shot back. She turned her attention back to Trin. “There’s only one thing you can do now, other than killing yourself. Come home. Come home and subject yourself to the Purification of the Defiled. It is the only way.”

  Trin felt her stomach do a slow, awful flip.

  “The…The Purification of the Defiled?” It was a rite only the head priestess of the temple could perform—a horrible, painful ordeal which was whispered about with dread. It was mostly reserved for Daughters of Zetta Prime who had been raped or taken against their will in some way by a rogue male. Some said it was a fate worse than death—and her own mother wanted her to undergo it? “Mother, please…” she said numbly.