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The Emperor's Captive
By Michelle Marquis
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Copyright © Sept. 2007, Michelle Marquis
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~Dedication~
To all the SF fans out there, where ever you are.
Chapter 1
The Emperor, Tiberius the Wicked slumped in his throne and surveyed the four women before him. Each one was stunning in her own way, one blonde in a tight fitting white dress, and two brunettes, one in scarlet and one in black, and one redhead in dazzling emerald green. They were all beautiful and all completely unsuitable. Finally, he waived his right hand dismissing them.
He turned to his advisor Thorn. “None of them will do."
Thorn, a tall, blonde man with high cheekbones and a scar by his right eye, frowned and placed his hands behind his back. “They are the finest bred women in the Empire, my lord. Surely one of them strikes your fancy."
Tiberius stood up and strolled over to the window. He stared down at the villagers below preparing the spring feast. Colorful banners of red and gold rippled in the breeze and vendors hurried to set up their merchant stands. He grinned, wishing he was a common man and it was possible to join them. Unfortunately, he had other matters to attend to, like finding a suitable wife and Empress.
For him the search wasn't as easy as it seemed. He didn't want to marry a woman for her beauty alone and most of the eligible women were also far too skinny. He loathed a woman who didn't have some meat on her bones. He liked his women voluptuous, smart, and sexually eager.
Tiberius turned around and gave Thorn a serious look. “Have we looked outside the Empire?"
Thorn tapped the tip of his tongue against his upper lip. His scar grew dark pink. “That could take a long time, my lord, and you have a deadline of one month to marry. Unless, of course, you're willing to risk the throne."
Tiberius's face darkened. He'd forgotten about those troublesome nobles of his. He'd bested every one of them in a fair duel but, unfortunately, that wasn't enough to keep the throne. Even now, some of them still dared to challenge his decisions in court. He'd have to marry—and soon. The nobles were always looking for a reason to revolt. If he didn't marry within the month, they would.
"If only I could find a woman that fires my blood,” he said more to himself, than anyone else. He turned to Thorn. “Is that too much to ask? Must I marry a woman who does nothing for me?"
Suddenly, a messenger burst into the throne room. He raced toward them with his eyes downcast. When he was within a few feet, he stopped, and bowed. “I beg your pardon, my lord, but you told me to inform you the moment we located the last Republican ship."
Tiberius felt his heart lighten. Nothing was more fun than a little conquest and murder in the morning. “Where is this vessel?"
"She's in the southern patrol zone. Our cruisers are following her but she hasn't detected them yet. They were waiting for your orders."
"Excellent,” Tiberius roared slapping his hands together with joy. “Prepare my ship. We'll grab us a few hostages before breakfast and have a little fun."
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Major Lynda Ford was hauled from her sleep by the ear splitting boom of the ship's alarm. Her berthing was still dark, and for a moment, she had no idea where she was.
"Lights,” she ordered. The room filled with light and made her squint.
The ship's speakers crackled to life piercing her head like a spear. Battle stations, battle stations, all hands man your battle stations.
Leaping from her rack, she pulled on her pants and boots but didn't bother with her bra. Flinging her door open, she burst into the hall and raced toward the bridge. The halls were filled with rushing crew members, jostling her and each other to get to their assigned stations.
A loud bang above her made her flinch and duck. It sounded like they were being boarded. Lynda grabbed a young lieutenant when he raced past her. “What the hell is going on?"
The lieutenant's eyes were wide with panic. “It's the Emperor's flag ship, The Seductress. She's boarding us as we speak! I suggest you get to your station as soon as you can!"
Lynda let him go and scowled. The Emperor, Tiberius the Wicked was the most feared monarch in the universe and his relentless power grabs had finally brought him to them. I should have expected this. The Republic was old, poorly organized and all of its equipment was aging, including its leaders. This was bound to happen sooner or later.
Another loud crash pulled her from her thoughts and she took off running toward her emergency station. She rounded a corner, then two, pushing against the tide of fleeing people. Then she stopped.
Before her came a squadron of armed Imperial soldiers. They wore dark blue uniforms with black helmets. Each was armed with a metallic colored ion blaster.
Shit.
Lynda turned around and ran, instinctively feeling her hip for her blaster, and then remembered she'd left it slung on her bedpost. She groaned in frustration, unable to believe her colossal stupidity.
The soldiers behind her were gaining. She'd never be able to outrun them. Lynda turned back on her pursuers determined to fight. Perhaps she could stall them long enough to allow the other crewmembers more time to escape. The four soldiers slowed to a walk and Lynda assumed a fighting stance.
"The first one of you that touches me will get his face kicked in,” she said. She held up her fists and kept her feet moving in a boxers bounce.
The tallest of the soldiers, a man whose unshaven face peeked from under his helmet, walked toward her staying just out of striking range. He pulled his helmet off and gave her an admiring grin. His bright green eyes danced with humor. “Night, night, babe,” he said.
He lifted his hand and sprayed her in the face with what smelled like dry ice. A moment later, everything went black.
Chapter 2
Lynda woke with a thudding headache. She moaned and rolled onto her back, running her hands along the lush fabric beneath her. She opened her eyes and then closed them. Raising her hands, she shielded them from the warm overhead lights that seemed to penetrate her eyelids.
A strong, firm hand pulled her into a sitting position and placed a cool glass in her hand. “Here,” he said in a deep, rich, masculine voice. “Drink this. It'll take the pain away."
Lynda didn't open her eyes, just placed her lips to the rim and sipped. The liquid was refreshing and cool, tasting something like cola. She drained the glass in seconds and opened her eyes. Thankfully, the pain was gone.
There next to her on the bed was the Emperor, Tiberius the Wicked. She recognized him from the news archives on the Republican ship. He was always in the news for something bad. Her throat went dry and she couldn't think of one thing to say. Surprisingly, he was more handsome in person than on the news clips.
He was a large man, young and muscular. His e
yes looked human, except for their brilliant ruby red color. He had a neatly trimmed black goatee that framed his sensuous lips and gave the illusion they were even fuller than they were. His eyebrows were cleanly groomed and each rose into a cruel, villainous arch. Like many warlords of his kind, he had shaved his head bald, so his hair wouldn't obscure his vision during battle. He was attractive in the most diabolical sense of the word, looking more like devil than emperor.
Lynda's upper lip sweated but she tried to appear calm.
"Are you feeling better?” he said, slightly lifting his left eyebrow.
"Yes,” she breathed. “Thank you.” Lynda glanced down at her body and realized she was only in her white undershirt and panties. I've got to get some clothes on. This definitely will not do. “Where am I?” she asked.
He gave a low intimate laugh. It caressed her skin and made her nipples grow stiff. “You're in my bedchamber aboard The Seductress."
"What do you want?"
"A simple oath of surrender and loyalty. Your captain and most of the crew have already become my subjects. They swore their loyalty to me a few hours ago, with some gentle persuasion. You are one of the last to be...” he paused and grinned, “convinced."
"And if I refuse?"
The Emperor eased himself off the bed and it creaked under his weight. He moved like a predatory cat, all grace, and fluid movement. “Then I will have to persuade you too.” Walking over to the mini-bar, he poured two silver goblets of wine. Slinking back over to her, he held one out.
She hesitated, and then took the goblet. It was hard to keep her hand steady. “You don't frighten me,” she said raising her chin in defiance. “Do your worst."
He took a sip of the wine then licked his lips. “It's not your fear I want,” he said. “It's your submission."
Lynda sipped her drink. The wine was cool and sweet and its gentle fruit scent filled her nose. “What will you do to me?"
The emperor smiled. “I told you—persuade you. Don't be afraid, you'll probably enjoy it. I know the Captain certainly did when we persuaded him."
Lynda finished off her wine. “Where is this wine from? It's delicious."
Tiberius seemed amused. “I'm glad you like it. It's from the royal vineyards,” he said, climbing back on the bed and sitting next to her. Reaching behind her, he grabbed some decorative pillows and placed them behind his back. “Now please take your clothes off."
As if on cue, two royal guards came in and walked over to the bed. They were both young and handsome and barely twenty. The blue-eyed one said, “You sent for us, your Highness?"
Tiberius stood up on the bed and looked down at her. “Yes, please help the Major off with her clothes."
Lynda thought her heart was going to explode in her chest. Jumping from the bed, she tried to make a break for the door but the blue-eyed guard grabbed her. He smiled at her. “So much spirit,” he whispered.
Lynda struggled against the guards. They stripped her naked and placed her on a red reclining chair. Grabbing her legs, they tied them apart with long, silk scarves. They were gentle but strong and soon Lynda found herself secured to the chair, her legs tied open exposing her naked pussy.
Tiberius pulled up a chair between her legs and gently stroked her inner thighs. “Don't be afraid, my dear,” he said. “Your education will begin shortly."
One of the guards handed Tiberius a pearl handled straight razor. It gleamed under the overhead lights.
Cold fear ran through her. “What are you going to do with that?” she shouted.
Tiberius laughed. It was a low and perverse laugh. “I'm going to shave you. I want to see every inch of your beautiful pussy."
Lynda felt him run his fingers through her curly dark pubic hair. She shifted trying to get away from him but her restraints held her in place. Tiberius dipped his hand into a crystal jar of rich shaving cream and ran the foam through her groin. He seemed to enjoy the exercise, stroking and massaging the cream until all the hair on her mound was covered. Then he took the straight razor and gently ran it along her pubic mound, taking great care not to cut her.
When he was finished, he leaned back, stared at his handy work, and grinned. Taking a towel off his shoulder, he wiped up the residual cream and kissed her smooth, hairless pussy. “Beautiful,” he said, holding up a mirror for her to see. He turned to one of the guards. “Now bring in Karina."
The guard bowed and slipped out of the room.
Tiberius unfastened Lynda's restraints and escorted her back over to the bed. He massaged her breasts with his large, warm hands and she found herself surprisingly relaxed. “Lay down,” he said.
Lynda thought about protesting, but decided this was not the time. If she got violent, they might hurt her and she definitely didn't want that. Besides, escape was impossible with all these guards around. She lay back on the bed watching the emperor and tried to think of an escape plan.
To Lynda's surprise, she enjoyed being naked. Everything that touched her skin seemed to arouse her. She could feel the guard's eyes on her, wanting her, wishing they could touch and fuck her. What is that wicked emperor planning to do next?
Soon a lovely, black haired woman entered the room. She had stunning yellow eyes and a full sensuous mouth. She was completely naked and Lynda watched the guards blatantly staring at her as she approached the emperor.
"How may I serve you, your highness?” she said, her voice rich and breathy.
The emperor leaned down and touched his lips to Lynda's ear. “This is Karina. Do you see how respectful she is? How willing? When I get finished with you, you'll be just like her."
Lynda glared at him. “You're wasting your time,” she said. “I'll never be your little willing whore."
Tiberius stroked his goatee and ran his lusty gaze down Lynda's body. He walked toward Karina. He stroked her hair affectionately and kissed her on the lips. He glanced down at Lynda, and Karina followed his gaze. “Show this young woman the proper way to serve your emperor."
Karina smiled and lay on the bed next to Lynda. The woman was so beautiful; Lynda found it impossible to look away from her.
Tiberius stood at the foot of the bed and peeled off his robe. It fell to the floor showing the sculptured power of his muscular chest. His cock was very hard, thick, long, and bulging with desire. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked it making the veins stand out. Lynda sweated, imagining how fabulous that cock would feel buried deep inside her.
He moved up onto the bed, covering Karina with his naked body. Lynda twisted so she could get a better look at his penis and when she did, she was appalled by the size of it. It must have been at least twelve inches long! Surely, it wouldn't fit into such a small woman as Karina.
Karina took Tiberius's face in her hands and kissed him deeply, opening her legs to invite him. Her left foot touched Lynda's, but neither woman pulled back from the contact.
Tiberius knelt between Karina's legs, decadently stroking his enormous penis through her labia, the tip of his cock glistening and swollen with arousal. With great care, he dipped the tip into Karina's pussy, sliding it through her soft folds of flesh. Karina moaned and opened her legs further, massaging her breasts to enhance her pleasure.
Lynda had never seen anything so erotic. Despite her fear over being captured, she found that she was more aroused than afraid. Karina's soft moans played on her ears, warming her belly and making her own pussy wet. As Tiberius and Karina continued their sex game next to her, Lynda found herself wishing a guard would come over and push his cock into her hungry, neglected cunt.
Tiberius shoved his thick cock into Karina over and over again. Leaning her head back, she gasped with pleasure. Lynda could feel her pussy growing slicker and wetter as the bed thumped with their lovemaking. I hope the emperor takes me as well.
Tiberius moaned deeply, a ravenous, masculine sound that filled her mind with longing and her cunt with aching heat. Lynda closed her eyes and reached down to touch the swollen nub between her
legs, the pleasure of it made her body shudder.
Someone grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her sex. Lynda opened her eyes and stared into the striking, blue eyes of one of the guards.
"What?” she asked annoyed.
"No pleasure for you,” he said, his eyes sparkling warmly. “Not until you surrender. By the emperor's order."
Lynda looked over at Tiberius pumping hard into Karina's slick pussy. So this was his plan, she thought angrily. You can watch but you cannot have. Well he wouldn't break her, no matter what evil games he inflicted upon her.
The room smelled like hot sex and Lynda's breasts felt heavy and longed to be touched. Suddenly, the emperor roared, his orgasmic growl filling the room with thunder. Lynda felt her womb quiver with longing. Don't show him you care. It will only make him worse. Lynda closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
She opened them again when he touched her. His thick fingers found her hot, eager pussy and stroked her until the pleasure became almost too much. Unable to resist him, she opened her legs wider. He leaned down and kissed her right breast, pulling an erect nipple into his mouth and suckling it. His mouth dragged up to her lips, kissing her once gently.
"Please,” she said in a breathy whisper. “I've never felt desire like this. Please take me too."
"Will you surrender to my will, my love? Will you swear your loyalty to me and become my subject?” he said, trailing his lips along her cheek.
"No,” she said defiantly. “I will never surrender to you. Certainly never under this kind of horrible torture."
He stopped touching her and got up off the bed. She groaned in protest. Desperate to come, she tried again to touch her aching pussy, but again, the guard stopped her.
Tiberius laughed. Sliding off the bed, he pulled on his scarlet robe and stared down at her. A cruel smile curved his lips. “I truly love a challenge. Take her to her holding cell while we prepare The Seductress for landing. Then we shall introduce our stubborn young Major to the finest delights in the empire."
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