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Chapter Two
The shuttle landed a little after five at night, and in those three days of flying through space, she was very miserable and lonely. Sorsha once again braced herself to put on a smiling face and look happy, while inside, she felt as though someone placed a pillow over her face, smothering the life right out of her. Noah shook hands, smiling brightly and saying hello to everyone he could as he walked to the waiting vehicle the size of a limo. Here on Pluto, it was called a hover. Plutoans stood guard. It never ceased to amaze Sorsha just how tall these men were. She was never allowed to see the men up close; it was only at times like this she was able to get any kind of look at them.
All Plutoan men were at least seven feet tall, and some were taller. She didn't see too many with dark hair either, just different shades of blond. Their eyes were so different, and each time she saw them, she felt as if she could get lost in eyes like that. The first time she'd seen a Plutoan with those gorgeous blue-green and light silver eyes, she lost her breath.
"Stop staring, Sorsha,” Noah snapped under his breath.
Sorsha lowered her eyes quickly and followed her father into the hover. Once inside, his full attention centered on the file his aide had handed him earlier. Left with no choice because her father allowed no interruptions while he read, she gazed out the window. She wasn't going to get any time to herself before the party; in fact, she was going to get less than none. Their shuttle had broken down in space, making the early trip into a late trip because of the mechanical work needed to get them up and running again. It was five now. The party started at seven sharp, and her father would expect her to put in an appearance on time. But Sorsha felt depressed because for the first time, her father hadn't even taken a few minutes with her to offer his usual crappy happy birthday greeting. It was as if he had completely forgotten why this date was important, and that hurt more than anything else he could have done to her.
Planet Paradise came into view quicker than Sorsha would have liked. She held back the sigh threatening to leave her lips. Sorsha didn't want to be here. The way she felt, she was sure her mood would affect everyone in the campaign, just from being around her.
The hover stopped in front of the hotel, and in an instant, the press was ready with their cameras to take photos. Noah straightened his tie, nodded at something his assistant said then fixed his dark eyes on her. Sorsha braced herself for the same lecture he gave her every time they were on the road. Hold your head up high, smile, and speak only when spoken to.
"Sorsha...” Noah started, but she held up her hand to stop him.
Giving him a tight smile, Sorsha met him in the eyes. “I know. I have heard it all before, and I won't embarrass you."
"I wasn't going to remind you again,” Noah told her. “I don't feel that I need to any longer.” He took a deep breath, waiting for his assistant to leave the hover before he went on. “After this campaign is over, I was thinking that we could get away, just the two of us."
Sorsha lowered her eyes and grabbed the handle of the door. “You won't have time after the campaign.” She looked up at him. “So please don't make a promise that you can't keep."
"Sorsha..."
She didn't give him the chance to say more, slipping out the door and in the limelight with her fake smile, heading up to the front door. Never once looking back to see if her father was following. She didn't have to. Noah was right beside her when she stopped at the front desk to check in.
This wasn't her first time on Pluto, but it was her first time there as an adult. When she was ten, her father discovered by accident that the press loved having this bright-eyed girl tagging along with her father and holding his hand. From that day on, she was at his side. Her schooling was done by private tutors, her young life filmed and the attention of her father slowly slipped away.
The largest suite had been booked for them. It was so big that it could be a town house back on Earth. Once inside the suite, the glory of Plutoan design was apparent.
Gold and silver columns stood around a sunken sitting area, which had soft golden sofas in a circle with a low table in the middle. Two bedrooms with their own bathrooms were to the left and right, and a long dining room table was straight ahead on the other side of the low sitting area. A full stocked bar was to one side and an office section to the other.
Since both rooms were the same, Sorsha took the one to the left. She reached the door the same time one of the guards came out of her bedroom.
"Sorsha, can we talk?” Noah called out to her. Her answer was the slamming of the bedroom door. He knocked anyway. “Your dress should be on the bed. Please be ready by ten till seven so we can head down then."
She said nothing, only kicked off her shoes and walked into the bathroom. Without stripping, Sorsha started the water and stepped in, closing her eyes as the water stripped her clothes.
It was like magic to her, every time she came to the planet and took a shower. Her clothes seemed to melt at the seams to pool at her feet and get sucked down the drain.
She stood in the shower for ten minutes and during that time, Sorsha thought about a story she had read, one that dealt with sex. She didn't get to read the whole thing because her father found it and burned it, but she read enough to know that one could pleasure oneself with her own hand. Only thing about it though, she hadn't really understood how to go about doing it or why she should. She felt as if she needed more in order to get all this frustration released.
Sex was something her tutors were not allowed to discuss with her and a subject her father had forbidden her to ever talk about. Sorsha wasn't stupid, though, just uninformed because her father wanted it that way. She was aware her father had sex, but the mechanics of how it was done, Sorsha had no clue. She also didn't understand why she had to be in the dark about it either. Wasn't one of his mottos “knowledge is power"? But, of course, what her father didn't know was that Sorsha did have some other method of finding information out. As one of the old sayings went “if you would learn from books, discover it for yourself."
Sorsha closed her eyes.. Her head went back, and she moved both of her hands down her throat to her breasts. She cupped herself, squeezing the mounds as well as pinching the nipples then moved her hands down her belly. She rubbed her own legs before she used her right hand to cup her freshly shaved pussy. Her breathing increased as she rubbed herself and in a teasing manner, she moved one of her fingers so that it barely touched the lips and clit.
As she had done many times in the shower, Sorsha started to rub her clit. She moved her other hand back up to her breast and kneaded it as she slipped one of her own fingers inside her pussy and moved the palm of her hand so that as she masturbated she would hit her clit. Faster and faster she fingered herself, putting more pressure on her clit until she had to bite her lip to keep the scream from slipping out.
Breathing hard, Sorsha hung her head down as water beat down her body and waited for her orgasm to slowly disappear. Some of the tension was gone from her body, but nothing, it seemed, could help ease her depression. As quickly as she could, she finished washing, turned the water off and grabbed her towel.
With her body wrapped in the towel, Sorsha left the bathroom and sat down in front of the vanity table. Sad green eyes looked back at her, eyes that held so much loneliness she was convinced that nothing on this planet or Earth would ever take it away.
She dried and arranged her hair so it hung in waves down her back with the sides pinned back in golden clips. The one thing that her father didn't have a say in was her underclothes. Sorsha was allowed to shop for that herself, and she made damn sure she got the sexiest things she could find.
All of her panties were thongs. The matching bras she wore were nothing but sheer lace. Each piece had a garter belt with silk stockings. Her choices came in a rainbow of colors, and she made sure she owned every color. Sorsha had to admit if she had a weakness, more than anything else, it would be sexy lingerie. Sh
e loved having soft, silky panties, bras and anything else she could get away with wearing under her clothes.
Standing in her lace bra, thong, stockings and garter belt, Sorsha opened the box that lay on the bed. The dress she was to wear was a plain, blue velvet gown that reached the floor. It was strapless with a corset back, and there were matching blue velvet heels. Since the gown was strapless, Sorsha had to go back and change her bra. At ten minutes before, like her father had told her, she walked out of her room, her fake smile in place.
Disappointment hit her when she walked into the room. Noah looked up at her, nodded his head and went right back to reading the report in his hand. Not one complement was tossed her way, not even a “you look nice tonight.” It was almost enough to have her rushing back to her room for the night, but she didn't. Instead, Sorsha decided right then and there that this was going to be the last function she attended for her father. After tonight, Sorsha Mya was going to find her someone that could be what she needed. After tonight she was going to experience life, and she didn't give a damn what her father said about it.
"Time to go,” Noah said, snapping the folder closed and extending his arm out toward the door.
Sorsha gave him a small grin. “You've got that right."
* * * *
Kade leaned against the wall in the shower, biting his lip from the pain that mixed with the sexual desire that hit him yet again. His cock was stone between his legs, heavy as steel and throbbing in need. He couldn't recall Jovan ever saying that his sexual desire was painful, but then again, Jovan wasn't in a hotel room getting hit periodically.
"Son of a bitch.” He moaned, the tip of his cock brushing against the wall, sending shards of lust through his veins as well as a bit of pain.
Kade grabbed his shaft and stroked three times only before he came hard, his seed shooting out quickly. A short release only, one that did nothing to tame or bring down his need or lust.
He turned off the water, and walking out of the bathroom still wet, he went right to the phone to call Jovan again. He felt as if he were going to die from all of this and wasn't sure what to do.
"It's gotten worse, hasn't it?” Jovan answered the phone without a hello.
"Jovan, I've got a real problem here.” Kade didn't hide the pain or the desperation from his voice. He sat down on the edge of the bed, only to jump back up when his cock brushed against the blanket, sending another shard of pain/pleasure down his spine. “I'm hurting, man."
"Shit,” Jovan hissed through the phone. “That can only mean one thing—your bride is there."
Kade bit his lower lip. “You didn't say it hurt you when it hit."
"Kade, did you make the call?” Jovan asked, his voice lowering.
"Jovan, this is fucking painful,” Kade hissed back. “The whole time I have been here I have been getting hit with needle point pain as well as hard-ons, and it's only gotten worse now."
"Kade, listen to me,” Jovan said. “Your body has picked her up. Do you smell something sweet, and I mean strong?"
Kade closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He couldn't suppress the moan that tagged along with his “Yes."
"She's in the building, Kade,” Jovan snapped. “Make the damn call!"
Kade nodded, even though Jovan couldn't see it. “Jovan, did it hurt for you?"
Jovan chucked. “Still does at times."
* * * *
The party was in full swing. Noah walked around the room with Sorsha, introducing her to everyone, while she kept a bright smile on her face. When the dancing started, she was a little disappointed that she wasn't asked, yet didn't expect to be at the same time. Noah made it very clear that his daughter wasn't on the market and, when the time came, he would be the one to pick the right man for her. That issue was one of the latest problems that caused them to fight.
Sorsha drank the wine and nibbled on a few of the treats, but spent most of her time alone in a corner watching the others have a great time. Her father worked the room, giving all his attention to the guests, attention that should be hers.
After an hour of just standing or walking around the room, she had enough. Because of the press, her father couldn't even ask her to dance, so she was going to call it a night. If her leaving early caused her father to look bad then so be it. She was done trying to act like the happy and proud daughter.
Sorsha made it to the center of the room when men in robes as well officials of the planet came into the room. All the music as well as the talking stopped.
"What's going on?” Noah demanded.
An older man in a long white robe came forward with something in his hand. He looked at Noah. “Sir, a call has been made from a Plutoan male seeking the test to be performed. He has proven to us that a female attending this party is a match, and we are here to take all unwed Earth girls to the temple for the ‘test'."
Sorsha's mouth dropped. She watched closely as her father snatched the paper from his hands, reading it over closely.
"No,” Noah whispered.
The man in the robe snapped his fingers, and the room filled with Plutoan guards. Sorsha met her father's eyes, saw the panic in them as one of those guards took hold of her arm.
"Sorsha!” Noah tried to rush over to her, but another guard stopped him.
The last thing Sorsha heard was her father yelling and cursing. She was escorted to a waiting hover that looked like a van. Other girls were already seated inside, waiting to go to the temple. Once the hover was filled, it took off.
Since it was such a large group of girls, they entered at a back entrance. Two women escorted each girl into a bathing room. When it was her turn, Sorsha was stripped, washed and shaved everywhere. She was then dressed in a skimpy pair of white, silk panties with large golden hoops that held them together on her hips as well as a tight-fitting white gown. It had long sleeves that were tight on her upper arms but fanned out at her elbows. The knee-length gown had two large golden buttons closing the bodice at her breast to match her panties. The entire outfit didn't leave much to anyone's imagination. It would be very easy for someone to strip her if he wanted to. When Sorsha looked at herself in the mirror, the amount of cleavage ready to burst from the top of the gown embarrassed her. Her father never would have let her be seen with this much of her body on display. Besides that, as she moved, she caught glimpses of her stomach as well as the top line of her panties. This was an outfit meant to entice, nothing more.
After the women finished preparing her, Sorsha was taken down a dark hall. She was able to catch a glimpse of the other girls, each dressed the same way and left alone in separate room. One woman pushed her inside one as well.
The room was scarcely lit. Bowls, hanging in chain link holders, burned oil, giving off what she assumed was supposed to be a seductive fragrance. All Sorsha felt, at the moment, was frightened along with a strong need to run. One padded bench sat off to the right with the straps positioned for whomever laid down on it to be spread wide. She panicked, turned to run, but was stopped by the women.
"Don't!” Sorsha pleaded, a desperate moan coming with it. “Please."
She was held tightly and watched helplessly as the other woman came up to her with a white blindfold. Sorsha moaned again as it was placed over her eyes were covered, blinding her to everything but sound and touch. She was guided to the bench. They forced her to sit down. Once on the bench, they laid her down quickly, her legs and arms spread out and strapped down. Now Sorsha experienced what real helplessness was all about.
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Chapter Three
Kade stood in the middle of a knee-deep bath as men washed his body and hair thoroughly. The bridal necklace around his neck was also polished, and his hair was braided on the side then pulled back away from his face. His necklace was a titanium twisted choker with a smoky, smooth finish. A quartz stone sat in the middle representing his home planet. Kade's family name in the old-fashioned language was engraved on it for all to see the name his bri
de would take. It was a source of great pride for a man of Pluto to place the band around his bride's neck. The only thing on him that wasn't touched much was his cock. It stood straight out, hard and proud, throbbing in its own need.
Once his bath was finished, Kade was rubbed down in oil then dressed in simple white silk pants that had a nice tent in the front, thanks to his dick. He was then led from the bathing rooms down the dark corridor with many closed doors.
"Master Tully, we acknowledge your claim to one of these ladies as your bride by our laws. We also acknowledge your claim to perform the test that will pick the one for you, and when you leave the temple of Plutón, she will be your wife in all customs.” Kade bowed his head as the man speaking motioned with his hand for him to proceed down the hall. “Choose."
Kade took a deep breath, looked at the guards standing around and wondered for a few moments why there were so many. Normally, it didn't take so many for one man to perform his test, so this was very unusual.
Many girls, it seemed, had been brought here once he made the call, but none seemed to hold that sweet smell that had hit him in his room. However, the farther he walked down the hall, the stronger it seemed to get. When he stopped in front of one door, Kade thought his cock was going to erupt in his pants. Desire, lust and the raw need to fuck hit him when he came to the last door. It was so powerful that he had to lean against the door just to get control over himself.
"Here,” he whispered. “She's in here."
Kade opened the door and let his breath out through his clenched teeth. On the ceremony bed was his bride, looking as pure as a white snow on Earth that he'd seen when he went skiing with Jovan one year. When he looked back at the priests, they bowed their head.
"Your papers will be ready when you are finished."
Kade walked inside and closed the door gently, but she still heard it and jumped.
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