by Stormie Kent
Damn. Her wrists were raw, the skin abraded. She hadn’t said a word. He shook her arms gently to return circulation to them.
“Come with me,” he said.
She narrowed her eyes at him, but swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood. He’d forgotten about the amazing nudity. She was magnificent. Her entire body was firm, including breasts which should have been too large to sit that high. He stared at the dark-brown of her nipples for a mouthwatering moment before remembering she was hurt and it was his fault.
He led her into the black and white bathroom and activated the sink. He moved her wrists over the basin and splashed water on them.
“Son of a bitch,” Niki said. She tried to pull her arms away.
“I need to clean your wrists.” He used soap and water to lightly clean the scrapes. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
He felt her eyes on him, but didn’t look at her face. The sound of the running water was the only noise in the room for several minutes.
“They will heal,” she replied. Her voice was gruff.
He shut off the water and grabbed a towel. He was surprised she let him pat her skin dry. She was a prickly woman.
“Sit on the bed and I will get some cream from my bag. It will help your wrists heal.”
She nodded. Her thick, curly hair shifted around her shoulders. The dark strands hid her face as she stared down at her hands splayed across the sink ledge. He reached up and lifted her chin. Her face was amazingly symmetrical. Her eyebrows delicately arched above slightly slanted, yet large eyes. Their brown depths pierced him and he quickly lowered his gaze to her prettily rounded nose and lower still to her lush mouth.
Her lips were beautiful, with the lower lip plumper than an Ordanian woman’s. When she wasn’t scowling, her lips enticed and invited him to lave and lick them. He recalled how they’d felt pressed against his as he’d fucked her without mercy. He barely controlled the shudder that wanted to pass through his body.
She pulled her chin away from his hand and turned to reenter the bedroom. He watched the shape of her ass as it swayed. Her hips were delectable in their abundance. He couldn’t wait to hold onto them as he surged into her from behind. And he would. Soon.
He adjusted his erect cock in his pants before opening the bedroom door to retrieve his bag and the medicine. He almost tripped over it. Obviously Bronwyn had placed the bag directly outside the room.
He pulled out a change of clothes for Niki and dug around for the medicinal cream. She’d wrapped herself in the blanket and sat watching him. He walked toward her slowly. She’d taught him a little healthy caution. Her emotions didn’t always match her actions. Simple arousal and lust wouldn’t keep her from striking out at him.
“Did we make a sex tape?” she asked quietly.
“What?” He held his hand out for her wrists.
She hesitated. He let his hand remain where it was. She rolled her eyes and placed her hands in his larger one. Satisfaction coursed through him. If she needed patience, he could provide it.
“Do you think someone was watching us?” she whispered.
He used a light touch to smear the cream on her wrists. “If they were, they probably haven’t stopped.”
“Dear lord, I don’t want a video of us doing the naked mambo passed around the galaxy. Where are my clothes?” She pulled her hands away and reached for the dress draped across the bottom of the bed.
The slope of her back and ass were clearly on display as she reached past him. He wanted to touch her again and trail his lips and tongue down the graceful line of her spinal column.
“Niki, you have likely been monitored from the moment you were captured.”
She sat up and froze. Her clothes were clutched to her chest along with the blanket and he tried not to be distracted by the panties exposed in front of the pile.
“Are you serious,” she asked.
He nodded. Her eyes widened.
He took pity on her. He reached into his hair and pulled out a small plait hidden in the center. Attached was a metal cylinder. “Mini-jammer. It won’t cover a great distance, but creates video static, and audio distortion in this room. I activated it when we came in here.”
Her shoulders relaxed slightly.
“They didn’t…bother you in the slave camps?” he asked.
“They separate the level ones. We had female attendants and male guards who weren’t allowed to touch us. I was told hypersensitives don’t like the smell of other men on their sex slaves.” Her tone was bitter.
“That is true for most. Species similar to the Contu are different. They breed as a pack. They aren’t as possessive.”
“What about Ordanians?” she asked.
“I suppose it depends on personal preference. I’ve never had a reason to care.” Until now. The smell of Isor Ja on Niki had stoked him to violence. “You haven’t fucked a man in months. Two at least.”
“Wow, okay. You’re just going to go deep into my personal business that way. Okay.” She stood, wrapped the blanket around her back with a flourish and walked into the bathroom. She slid the door closed with a distinctive snap.
“What did I say?” he called to her.
“Ugh!” The sound was muffled through the door.
He’d forgotten Earth women could be prickly about weird things.
He shut off the jammer as he left the bedroom. They only used the jammers sparingly so the Contu would think their system was faulty. He knocked on the other doors. His cousins came out. Each raised an eye at the broken curio rack before finding a place to sit. Rhine pulled on his boots and kicked the offending pieces farther into the corner.
His door opened and Niki walked out in a pale green dress with clear gems embroidered along the neckline and hem. She ignored what he was doing and took up a spot in a chair slightly removed from the group of Ordanians.
Rhine walked over and sat on the arm of her chair. She moved over, but they still touched. She stiffened and he sensed her displeasure. She held her tongue and didn’t try to push him off the side. It would have to do for now.
“We rigged a deterrent system for the door,” Olaf said.
“Will it lock others out?” Rhine asked.
“Yes. It won’t take them long to override it, so the code will have to be changed frequently. At least we won’t have to worry about leaving our things unattended,” Gunter replied.
“They won’t leave us alone much longer. We all know what to do?” Rhine couldn’t say much more. They each nodded.
Bute Chaeen would expect the alarm system. It wasn’t a secret.
He felt a tug on his sleeve. It startled him that she touched him voluntarily. He dropped his eyes to her and she maneuvered to her knees. When she placed her hands on his shoulder and leaned toward his ear, he realized she wanted to say something. He bent toward her. She smoothed his hair behind his ear. He shivered.
“Is this low enough?” she whispered.
Her breath on the shell of his ear and the husky tone forced his eyes closed.
“Lower,” he said softly.
“Should we run reconnaissance? We seem to be alone now,” she whispered.
It wasn’t a bad idea. He was sure their every move would be monitored. Bute Chaeen wanted something and he’d gone through some trouble to invite them to dinner, so to speak. It wouldn’t hurt and they could judge how close their hidden guard was.
“We walk,” he said to the others. He smiled as he signaled for them to be alert.
They filed out of the room. Tor and Olaf guarded Bronwyn. He and Gunter protected Niki, though he didn’t believe she would thank them.
The stone walls were just as blood red inside the fortress as they were outside. Where the rooms were painted, the corridors were not. There were four doorways on the corridor and a stairwell. Olaf knocked on the other three doors. When there was no answer, he, and Gunter opened the doors and checked the rooms.
“There is no sign that anyone is staying in any of the rooms,�
�� Gunter said.
“That could change at any moment,” Olaf replied.
That was true.
He, Olaf, Tor and Gunter shielded the women at the same time. Rhine could hear the sound of many feet on the stairs.
“We have company,” he said for Niki’s benefit.
Seven Contu guards entered the corridor. They were each in a partial shift where their faces were half humanoid and half canine beast. Sharp claws protruded from furry human hands. Rhine didn’t like the look of them or the way they stared at the women.
If he survived this, he would never take another woman aboard his ship. Ever. Every last one of them was bad luck.
“Bute Chaeen requests your presence at third meal,” the guard in the very front of the pack said.
Rhine was getting tired of Bute Chaeen’s requests. Unfortunately, his crew was at the mercy of the dictator until they could make a clean escape. It was time for a little diplomacy, which was normally his job. He was the Huntu emissary. He handled the delicate situations which his cousin Venn’s more aggressive nature could or would not.
Rhine stared the beast-man in the eye. “Lead the way.”
They followed. It would be normal for Niki to walk behind him, but he couldn’t make himself tell her to do so. He held her arm and kept her where he could see, smell and touch her.
The hall was even more boisterous, and crowded than earlier. High tables edged the room facing Bute Chaeen’s throne and table. Food and ornate candelabras crowded each surface. They were led to an empty spot. A humanoid female with the burnished red skin and long black hair of the Rary people stood near. She was small and most of her body was bared by a transparent red draped dress. He noticed the swirling slave brand on her wrist.
“I will take your slave so she may bring drinks to your table,” the Rarian said.
Rhine narrowed his eyes at the woman. “No. Send another servant.”
He waved her away. He sat and pulled Niki down on his lap so she straddled his left leg. She sat stiffly, but did not fight him. Rhine watched the Rary woman speak to a guard. The guard walked toward Bute Chaeen and spoke with him.
The dictator clapped and the hall fell quiet. “Sir Rhine, I understand your slave does not serve.”
Rhine allowed the corners of his mouth to turn up in a parody of a smile. “She has a specific purpose. She is solely to see to my pleasure. She does not fetch. She does not carry. She is to satisfy all of my senses. That is all.”
Rhine picked up an ers fruit from the table and placed it in her hand. “Eat,” he said quietly.
She lifted the fruit and took a bite. Her feelings were all over the place. He felt anger and contempt swirling within her. What stabbed him in the gut was the shame and sadness. He squeezed her waist. After a moment, she tightened her thighs around his leg and released.
Bute Chaeen continued to stare thoughtfully. “This is a different concept. So she is your own personal fuckable art?”
Niki gasped and Rhine vowed one day Bute Chaeen would die by his hands. “If you like,” Rhine replied.
Various slave women of different species walked to the dictator, distracting him from his failed attempts at philosophy. Chatter filled the room once more.
Rhine leaned closer to Niki’s ear. “Just hold on.”
“Am I allowed to speak, Sir?” Sarcasm laced her low words.
“Well, hearing is one of my senses and you are a level one.” He waited.
“Wow,” was all she said. She shook her head, but she did smile slightly.
“Eat, Niki. We all need our strength.” He whispered the words against her soft hair.
Hopefully, to anyone looking, it just appeared he enjoyed holding and speaking to his exotic. When he was sure she would eat what was offered, he leaned back and turned to Gunter on his right. Rhine was surprised his cousin could eat as his eyes never seem to look at the table as he scanned their surroundings.
“Anything,” Rhine said to him.
“Even the servants’ entrance is guarded. We definitely won’t fight our way out.”
“Do you think it is guarded all the time? Could we try again during the night?” Niki asked. He was pleased with her calmness. She kept her eyes ahead and her voice so low he had to make an effort to hear it.
“It couldn’t hurt to try,” Gunter replied.
“How much longer do you all need?” Rhine asked, changing the subject. They needed the long-range communicator yesterday.
“We’ll know better tomorrow. Our host still hasn’t let us know why we’re here,” Gunter said.
A screen lowered on the far left wall. There was a great cheer in the hall. Rhine slid his hand from Niki’s waist and through the slit in her dress. He held onto her thigh to keep her in place. There was no telling what would happen next.
The screen flashed and various sexual scenes unfolded. Each one was of a different species or Contu couple. Niki stiffened and moved to stand. He held tightly to her thigh.
“Tor,” Rhine said.
Tor was already on his feet. He pulled Bronwyn up with him. Olaf stood as well. They left the room. Rhine didn’t want the group separated. It couldn’t be helped. Bronwyn needed to leave to maintain the edela façade. He wouldn’t be able to pull Niki out just yet.
All around them, groups of two and three were beginning to grope each other and intertwine carnally on chairs, tables and the floor. Dinner had just descended into an orgy.
Chapter Four
Niki tried not to gape. All around her, men and women wrapped themselves around each other. Clothes were discarded. Bute Chaeen was getting a blowjob from a naked light-blue woman with no hair. There was no place for her eyes to safely look.
“I don’t do group work.” It was difficult to speak through clenched teeth.
Gunter chuckled beside her.
“We’ll make our exit momentarily,” Rhine said. “We need a moment when our host won’t care if we stay or go.”
“He’s getting a pretty enthusiastic blowjob right now. Shouldn’t he be distracted enough,” she hissed.
“Just a little while longer. I won’t let anything happen to you, Niki,” Rhine whispered.
She shivered. She did feel safe. That wasn’t the issue. It was hard not to think about sex when it was all around you. Even if she closed her eyes, she could still hear moans, and sighs. There was no mistaking the slap of flesh against flesh. There was a distinctive slurping to her left.
Rhine’s hand was hot against her thigh. At first he squeezed her leg to get her to remain seated, but now, consciously or not, he caressed it. His fingers glided right up to the juncture where her mound met her thigh and back. This happened over and over and her body took notice. She didn’t want to feel desire. It was as if her body was bare and not covered by the thin leggings.
In front of their table walked a woman with creamy pale skin and hair which moved and crackled as though it were a flame. She lay down on the floor and held up her arms. Three naked Contu men circled around her. The muscular men each gripped their own cocks and pumped them in their hands. They were all above average size and Niki wondered if they made an average size cock in space.
The men knelt down and began removing the woman’s sarong skirt and bandeau top. She wore no undergarments. The tallest of the three men pushed her legs open, lay on his belly between her legs and began to lick the woman in long sure strokes. Another of the men sucked the woman’s nipples as he kneaded her belly. The flame-haired woman reached for the last man and guided his dick into her smiling mouth.
Niki couldn’t pull her eyes away. The man at the woman’s breasts rolled her nipples, and Niki felt it in her own breasts. Her nipples hardened and she dropped her eyes to where the Contu feasted at the flame-haired woman’s plump, flushed pussy. At that moment, Rhine’s caressing hand swept close to Niki’s mound. He touched her briefly. Rhine slid his fingers along the seam of her thin pants. The light touch sent sparks through her clit and forced a groan from her lips.
> The scene before her unfolded slowly. The men gently helped the flame-haired woman sit up. She never released the cock in her hand and mouth. The shifter who’d been between her legs adjusted and lay on his back. He guided the woman’s legs over his hips and helped her lower her pussy onto his cock.
The woman shivered and Niki shivered along with her. Rhine’s fingers pressed more firmly against her now. Rhine had found her clit through her leggings and was applying a slow circular pressure on her button. She wanted to protest, but found herself caught by the scene before her.
The flame-haired woman now had a dick in her mouth and her pussy. The third shifter pushed her forward slightly and lined his cock up with her anus. Slowly he pushed inside. The woman went completely still at first, then she began to buck and roll her hips. The shifter grabbed her and held her still until he was fully inside her ass. They were suspended there for a moment, then the men worked together, lifting the woman and pulling almost completely out of her, then bringing her back down on their thrusting cocks. Every lift pushed her face onto the cock in her mouth and Niki wondered how the other woman could breathe and moan so loudly at the same time.
The men growled in time with their thrusts and Niki thought about growling too. Rhine’s fingers moved quickly and forcefully over her clit now and she had to clutch the edge of the table to keep her upper body still. She closed her eyes and focused on his fingers on her pussy and controlling the parts of her others could see. Her toes curled in her slippers and she tightened her thighs painfully around Rhine’s thigh as she climaxed. She bit her lower lip, desperate not to call out.
With her eyes closed, she attempted to get herself together. All around her the sounds of sex and decadence continued and she realized what she’d done.
“Shit,” she whispered.
Rhine pulled her limp body back against his chest. “Shh, no one noticed. Gunter has gone to check the corridor.”
Dammit, she’d forgotten Gunter. She would have to face the man knowing she’d just let his cousin finger her to climax in the middle of a shifter orgy.
“Oh no.” She brought her hand up to cover her eyes and groaned. Rhine turned her so she sat sideways in his lap and pressed her face into his neck.