“Did you stretch her out good, Master J? I forbid you to enter her ass, but no one here will believe you didn’t fuck that wet pussy. Who could resist such a delectable piece of—”
“Shut the fuck up,” her owner snarled, in a harsh gravelly tone. “I require silence!”
“Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I apologize.”
Thrilled with his intervention, she stared into his electric blue eyes. But the similarity with her trainer was impossible to ignore. Her heart longed for another as her owner claimed her core. He filled her slowly, driving inward until she’d taken his entire length.
“Good girl,” he whispered, clearly pleased that she’d remained relaxed and welcoming.
As with his mouth, it was obvious this was just foreplay. He moved in her core for only a few moments before he pulled out and stepped back. “Turn over.”
This was it. He expected her to bend over the table of her own free will and allow him to fuck her ass. An unexpected thrill zinged through her system as she realized she had all the power. At least in this one moment, he was at her mercy.
She slid off the table, her legs a bit wobbly. He looked concerned, but didn’t try to help her. This had to be her decision. She turned around and moved closer to the table, bending from the waist until her breasts were flattened against the padded surface and her ass was in the air. She started to reach for the loops, but reached back instead and parted her cheeks, making her decision unquestionable.
A soft gasp drew her attention to the other side of the stage. Her trainer stood there, face mostly in shadow. All she could see was the gleam of his eyes. Was he pleased by her actions or did he feel betrayed? What did he expect? She could submit to her owner and hopefully earn some modicum of happiness, or she could rebel and be punished. Her disobedience would shame her trainer and anger her owner. No one benefited from that choice.
Her owner moved up behind her and drizzled something cool over her untried hole. She kept herself open, making his job easier as he prepared her for his cock. She remained relaxed and accepting as he eased his finger into her tight opening. He lubricated her and stretched her as his finger slid in and out.
It felt strange, yet familiar, not unlike vaginal intercourse. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the new sensations he was creating with his careful touch. He worked in a second finger and her body began to stretch. Her hands slipped as the sensations grew more intense, his motion more demanding.
He held her open with one hand and finger-fucked her with the other. She found the loops and anchored herself in place. This wouldn’t be pleasant, at least not at first. But it would hurt worse if she fought against it.
Her passage stretched even more as he carefully inserted a third finger. She moaned, anxiously licking her lips. Already the stretch was starting to sting and his cock was much bigger.
“Ready?” he whispered in her ear as he slowly drew his fingers out.
Too nervous to speak, she nodded and felt the blunt head of his cock press against her well-lubed hole. His hands steadied her hips as he slowly breached her anus. Stretch quickly turned to sting and sting flared into burning pain. A cry tore from her throat, but something inside her gave and his cock slid even deeper. The pain subsided as well. It became a mellow throbbing that wasn’t entirely unwelcome.
“Better?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice sounded dry and uneven, but she was proud that she’d managed to speak.
He pushed in a bit deeper, then reached around her hip and slipped one hand between her thighs. His fingers petted her folds, stroking over her other opening before zeroing in on her clit. He circled the sensitive bud, making her core flutter and ache. Distracted by the familiar sensations, she barely noticed as he slid deeper, then deeper still.
“Good girl.”
She didn’t understand the praise, until she realized his entire cock now filled her back passage.
The audience applauded, but her owner stayed focused on her. “Come if you can. I’m not going to last long. You’re too fucking tight.” As before, he whispered the words into her ear, not wanting to share their conversation with the onlookers.
He pulled back slowly, but thrust in faster than she’d expected. She gasped, but there was no increase in discomfort, just the overwhelming pressure of being filled so completely. His fingers stroked her clit as his cock slid in and out of her ass.
For no apparent reason, her owner chuckled. She looked around, trying to discover what had made him laugh. “I think he’s finally figured it out,” he told her, but she didn’t know what he meant.
His hips pumped faster, fucking her in earnest now. The worst was past and to her amazement, an orgasm began to build deep in her body. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to come while he did this. She didn’t like anal anything.
Proving how wrong she was, the pleasure built, making her bolder. She raised her hips, taking him deeper and increasing the impact when his hips slapped against her ass. The sound of flesh hitting flesh reminded her of all the spankings she’d endured at the hand of her trainer. Her pussy fluttered at the thought, but she pushed away the contradiction. She’d yet to come to terms with how aroused she became during discipline.
Instead, she raised her head and allowed herself one final look at her precious trainer. He’d moved a bit closer to the stage and his face was no longer in shadow. His gaze was fixed on her and he was grinning from ear to ear. Her heart leapt with relief, yet confusion swept in an instant later. Why was he so damn happy as he watched another male fuck her ass?
She tensed, confused and angry. Her owner must have felt the change, because he spanked her hard in between thrusts. “Stay here with me. This moment belongs to us.” He spanked her again, to ensure her cooperation. She lowered her head and closed her eyes, once again focused on her owner’s thick cock sliding in and out of her tight back passage. “Much better.” His fingers began to pluck her clit, the pressure nearly painful. “Now come.”
He thrust his entire length into her ass as he lightly pinched her clit. The intense pleasure triggered her orgasm and she cried out as her pussy clenched in on itself. She needed a cock in there too. What a deliciously wicked thought. These Daf Silva males had turned her into a shameless wanton in less than a week. Amazing.
He pounded into her now, fucking her with ruthless intensity. She relaxed completely, welcoming his dominance as she floated in blissful afterglow.
A hoarse shout erupted as he thrust one last time and ground against her behind. His shaft bucked inside her as his seed escaped in rhythmic spurts. The hot pulses triggered aftershocks nearly as strong as her orgasm.
She was still too weak to move when he separated their bodies. His robe rubbed against her bare cheeks and then she felt his fingers spreading the liquid trickling from her ass over her folds and clit. Her eyes widened and she tensed. Was it a Daf Silva tradition to cover their females in come or... did her trainer have a brother? She shook away the thought. She was being ridiculous. Many male species marked their territory with scent. That was all he was doing.
As he continued to paint her with his seed, the audience applauded and Lord Trolyn crept toward the table.
“Shall I dismiss the audience?” he asked. “You seem like you might want more before you depart.”
“Yes, get rid of them.” He motioned toward the onlookers. “But I want her tracker nanites disabled immediately.”
“Of course, sir. Whatever you want.” Without another word, he turned and departed.
Her owner picked her up and sat her on the table. She glanced at the departing audience, thrilled to see them go. But she looked toward the other end of the stage and her heart plummeted. Her trainer was already gone. And she would never see him again.
Noticing the direction of her stare, her owner turned her face toward him. “Patience, pet. Everything will work out, I promise.” He smiled and his eyes twinkled. Even with the mask she could tell he was a handsome male.
Lord Trolyn
returned with a hand-held device that he pressed to the back of Kate’s neck. “Shall I leave the implant in place? It can be reactivated with your parameters.”
“No,” he said firmly. “I want it removed. My pets stay with me by choice because I treat them with respect.”
His pets? He had more than one? The thought was horribly depressing.
Lord Trolyn pressed his device more firmly against the base of her skull and a sharp burning signaled the extraction. She welcomed the pain, knowing the freedom that resulted. When he was finished, Lord Trolyn moved around the table and handed a leash to her owner. “A shuttle is waiting in the departure ring to take you anywhere you’d like to go.”
“Very good.” He attached the leash and helped her down from the table. Without a backward glance, he led her from the training facility.
Her pulse raced and her hands shook as she hurried along behind him. He tugged the mask from his head and threw it aside as if he were disgusted by the thing. She couldn’t see his face, but he was clearly in a hurry to be gone from this place. Maybe he’d tell her his name on the way home. Home? Did he even live on this planet?
The shuttle’s hatch was open and a uniformed pilot stood beside the opening. Her owner acknowledged the male with a tense nod then motioned her inside. She bent and started to climb into the shuttle when her heart flipped over in her chest. Her trainer sat in one of the four seats, a lazy smile brightening his expression.
He held out his hand and helped her inside. “Welcome, Katherine.”
“I don’t understand.”
Her owner climbed in behind her and the hatch closed with a sustained hiss. She sank onto one of the two seats facing her trainer, not sure what to make of the sudden turn of events. She looked from one male to the other, easily seeing the resemblance now that her owner’s face was completely revealed.
“I’m Indel Farr and that’s my brother Jexton,” her owner introduced.
Jexton, she whispered in her mind, not brave enough to speak the name out loud.
“You will still call us both Sir,” her trainer—no, Jexton—insisted.
“Of course, Sir,” she murmured, thrilled to finally know his name. “Do I belong to both of you?”
“Yes,” Indel said firmly. “You are our private pet.”
“How the hell did you manage this?” Jexton wanted to know. Apparently, he was as confused by Indel’s presence as she was by learning his identity.
“There’s a talent scout I team up with from time to time. I was with him when he spotted you,” he told Katherine. “I understood his fascination. I sensed your great capacity for submission and pleasure. But you’re from Earth, so I knew you’d need a skilled trainer to bring it out. My friend had already promised you to Exotic Pets, Inc. so I told him to encourage Trolyn to contact my brother, and I started plotting ways to buy you.”
“You payed three times the usual fee.” Jexton shook his head. “Where did you come up with that sort of credits?”
“My client gave me a sizable bonus for quickly fulfilling a contract and he also lined up a friend who wants a pet. All my clients pay half up front, so between the two contracts, I thought I had enough to buy Katherine outright, but I wasn’t sure I’d win if she went up for auction. My resources are limited, while others are not.”
“Bidding wars can get completely out of control,” Jexton agreed.
“You actually gave me the idea for the defilement,” Indel told Jexton. “I knew how greedy Trolyn is and figured if I offered all I had right now, he’d accept rather than waiting until he could set up a formal auction. But there had to be a believable reason for my haste.” He reached over and took her hand, caressing her knuckles with his thumb. “I’m sorry I put you through that, love. It was the only way I could justify not waiting like everyone else.”
She’d listened to his explanation, even understood most of it, but one fact stuck in her mind. “You’re a talent scout?” Despite her intensive training, the phrase brought back a rush of resentment. Indel’s friend was the one who’d kidnapped her and brought her to this star system against her will. “You steal females from other worlds and bring them here to be sex slaves?”
Guilt flashed in his gaze and she knew his answer before he spoke. “I won’t lie to you. I worked as a talent scout for years. Life in this star system is hard. It offers very few options. We all do what we must to survive. However, every pet I procure now must be willing. I won’t deliver them to my clients unless they are.”
“And yet, you let your ‘friend’ rip me from my world and deliver me to Exotic Pets, Inc. Was I in any way willing?” He was still her owner. It wasn’t wise to provoke him like this, but she couldn’t stop the angry words.
“You’re right.” That’s the last thing she’d expected him to say. “It’s hypocritical, but I was determined to buy you myself. And when I decide to do something, it gets done. If I had just stolen you from Davard, we all would have been fugitives for the rest of our lives.”
Jexton touched her knee, drawing her attention to him. “Are you really so unhappy here? I thought...”
“It would have been nice to have had a choice.” She crossed her legs, feeling naked for the first time in days.
“You have a choice now,” Indel told her. “That’s why I had Trolyn remove the tracker nanites. If you really want to return to Earth, I’ll reluctantly arrange it. But know this, I already have feelings for you, and I’m pretty sure Jex is in love with you. We are both asking you to stay.”
“What about your other pets?” Just asking the question made her stomach knot. “Will they be jealous of me?”
He laughed. “I was playing a role, love, convincing that bastard I was one of his customers.”
“You were. You bought me.”
“I paid your ransom,” he argued. “And I’ll take you back to Earth, if that’s what you want.”
“It’s not what I want,” Jexton said firmly. “And she wants to make me happy.”
She looked at him and felt her defiance melt into smoldering hunger. Pleasing him had given her more pleasure, made her feel more complete, than anything she’d ever experienced before. But was she willing to be his slave?
“Uncross your legs and show me what’s mine,” Jexton directed.
His autocratic tone sent shivers down her spine and instantly tightened her nipples. Stay or return to Earth? She had to decide. Indel would not force this on her, nor would he allow anyone else to make her stay. Not that Jexton would force her either. He was just far more likely to hold her captive and use his sexual prowess to help change her mind.
She gave herself a firm mental shake and reined in her rambling thoughts. Return to a routine job and a handful of casual friendships? Her only living relatives were several distant cousins and a grandmother who didn’t know who she was half the time. But this life was so different, so—what, passionate, rewarding, filled with possibilities? Unable to resist her happy ending, she uncrossed her legs and showed him her pussy.
“Come here.” Jexton held out his hand.
She took it and he pulled her out of her seat and motioned to the floor between his feet. She knelt there and reached for the front of his pants. He shook his head and pressed his hands to her cheeks. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you.” His mouth covered hers in a breath-stealing kiss and her entire world balanced. This was where she belonged, where she’d always belonged.
She gently separated their mouths and looked deep into his eyes. “So how will this work? If you retire again, do we just mooch off your brother?”
Indel laughed, obviously knowing something she didn’t. “A topnotch pet trainer is never really retired. Jex can work as often as he likes. His skills are highly sought after in our star system.”
She didn’t doubt what Indel said, but it didn’t quite add up either. “If there are so few females, who is seeking out his services?”
She’d actually asked Indel, but Jexton explained. “Brothel workers d
esperate to better their situation, pleasure workers from other star systems who want to become private pets, and of course companies like Exotic Pets, Inc. They’re always in need of trainers.”
“I’ve been trying to get him to build up a list of affluent clients for years. I’m continually asked if I can recommend a good trainer, but my stubborn brother keeps turning me down. He needs to work smarter, not harder. Besides, contract work would allow him to choose who he’s willing to accommodate and who can go to hell. It has worked incredibly well for me.”
“Obviously if you can afford to purchase one of my masterpieces.” Jexton leaned down and kissed her again. She was so content that she didn’t even mind being referred to as a commodity.
“It’s my turn, bro,” Indel said when Jexton finally released her mouth. “I want to sit back and watch you fuck our lovely pet. She’s so damn beautiful when she comes. I can’t wait to see it happen again.”
Jexton pulled her up onto his lap, one knee planted on either side of his hips. He freed his cock and she lowered herself onto it, loving the way he filled her so completely. Jexton grasped her hips and immediately began to move in strong rhythmic strokes.
Indel didn’t remain a passive observer for long. He moved up behind her and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples while she bounced up and down on his brother’s cock. “We need to fuck her together for this to seem real.”
“Not a chance,” Jexton snapped. “She’s much too sore for—”
“I didn’t mean in her ass, you idiot. At least not right now. I want her mouth.”
They were talking about her as if she weren’t there, but she was so drunk on hope she didn’t care. Somehow the worst day of her life had become the best. Instead of flying away with an owner she could barely tolerate, she found herself between two sexy brothers, one with whom she was already in love.
Jexton scooted to the edge of his seat and said, “Lie back and give Indel your mouth.”
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