The Queen Slave
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Neenah winced, “Oh my, that can’t be good. What on earth is he thinking? Considering the way Nylia has behaved since he bought her, you would think he would not take her. Surely he must realize that you have learned your lesson and would not dare to make him look bad again?”
“I guess he is not willing to take that chance. If she acts up, people will not necessarily think as badly of him because she is a new slave that he has only had a few months, and he is her first owner. I had been a slave for a few years and was his primary when I acted the way I did. That makes it much worse for him. No one gives it another thought when secondary slaves act out, but when primaries do, it can cause great problems for the Master.”
Master’s deep voice interrupted their conversation as it boomed out over the hidden intercom, “Get a move on it Nylia and Neenah. You have exactly ten minutes to be ready and waiting when I come to the quarters to get you. Do not make me have to wait.”
“Uh oh, guess you had better get dressed. Have fun tonight and remember what I told you.”
“I know, Keera. Thanks, I will see you in the morning.”
Neenah dressed in a hurry, knowing that if she was not ready then Max would have to punish her to keep up appearances in front of Nylia and Keera. There was no way that she was going to give him a reason. With seconds to spare, she skidded to a stop in front of the slave quarter’s entrance just as the door was beginning to slide open. Unsurprisingly, Nylia was nowhere to be seen. Neenah immediately bowed her head, not taking the chance that Keera might be looking and see any special glance pass between her and Max.
She stood there, head bowed, waiting patiently as Max entered the room and cursed under his breath when he found only one slave standing in place instead of two.
“Nylia!” he roared as he strode to her bed chamber door. She came stumbling out of the room, still trying to get her outfit on the correct way.
“Damn it, Nylia. You should have already tried this on so you would have known how to put it on correctly before tonight!” Master reprimanded. “Keera, get over here and help this nit wit get her clothes on!” Master said, frustration drawing his face into a grimace.
Finally, they were ready to leave, and Master led the way to the launch pad so that they could be on their way.
“Once we arrive, you are allowed to look around until we enter the garden area where the party is being held. At that point, you need to keep your eyes downcast,” Max instructed.
Neenah’s eyes widen in awe as they stepped out of the launch. Rich green trees and shrubbery with bright colorful flowers surrounded them. Hanging in the sky were iridescent hover globes that sparkled and shimmered in the glare of the suns. Stone sculptures in various sizes were scattered about haphazardly. There were no marked pathways, so you had to make up your own route to get where you wanted to go. Master led them towards the center of the outside area and Neenah could hear the murmur of voices grow louder as they neared. Before they reached the garden central, Neenah began to hear the roar of water and looked around to find the source.
Above the tops of the small trees that were dispersed about the garden, Neenah could see plumes of water shooting into the air. As they got closer to the garden central, Neenah began to make out the outline of a magnificent fountain located directly in the middle of the main party area. She hung back a little bit so that she could get a good view of the fountain before they reached the garden proper and she would have to lower her eyes.
The fountain was absolutely breath taking. The outer pool was rimmed entirely in iridescent stone and a diameter of at least twenty five feet. The inner pool in which the fountain was perched was also made of iridescent stone that was built up about four feet from the bottom of the outer pool and was about ten feet in diameter. Ringing the outer wall of the inner pool were gorgeous flowers, many of them hybrids that had been cross pollinated to create flowers that would bloom in cooler climates and seasons.
Standing in the middle of the inner pool was the glorious fountain, a regal mermaid whose upper body was cast in gold and her tail in green shimmering jewels. Her full length, from golden hair to glittering tail balanced on the surface, as if just shooting out into the crisp air after ascending from the depths. Her head was thrown back and her arms out from her sides, palms up, as if she was in the throes of ecstasy. Streaming water shot up from her mouth and the golden palms of her hands. Water also shot into the air behind her, shooting into the air from her curled fin.
Neenah had become so mesmerized by the magnificent fountain that she did not realize that she had come to a complete stand still until she was jerked forward by the leash that was attached to her jewel studded collar. It was a good thing that the leash was a long one or she would not have been able to take in the beauty of the fountain. Neenah realized that she was being pulled into the main area of the party, so she quickly dropped her eyes as she hurried to catch up with Max and Nylia so she would not make Max look badly by lagging behind.
Just as she caught up with them, Max stopped suddenly. “Try to keep up a little better Neenah. Nylia let us go see if we can find you a client for the night.”
Neenah followed as Max led them over to an area where the clients who did not have slaves were gathered. As they weaved their way through the crowd, Neenah could hear murmured whispers and tittered laughter and she knew that it was all directed at her, at how far the former Queen of Anthar had fallen.
Max scanned the gathered group of slaveless clients looking for someone he knew he could trust to hand his slave over to for the night. Standing towards the back of the group was a humanoid male that Max had done business with on more than one occasion. He knew that he could trust this man to treat Nylia appropriately, so he approached him and bartered with him for the use of Nylia for the night. Having successfully reached a deal for Nylia’s services, Max handed over her leash to the humanoid and walked away with a parting reminder for Nylia, “You know what is expected of you and you know what will happen if you do not act as you should.”
Neenah followed Max through the garden, walking a few steps behind him with her eyes downcast. Occasionally, he would stop and talk to various business associates and Neenah would try to stand still and wait patiently for him to move on to the next person. As they walked, Neenah realized that the planet’s two suns were beginning to set, and as the sky became darker, the hover globes began to glow. Just as the last rays of the suns disappeared below the horizon, a collective gasp rose from the crowd as the water in the fountain was lit up in bright lights.
Night had fallen, but the party area of the garden was awash in luminosity from the now fiercely glowing hover balls and the spectacular lighted fountain. During the mingling portion of the party, the caterers had been busily setting the food on the bountiful buffet tables, and slaves now began to move along the tables in procession, procuring food for their Masters.
“Neenah, go and fix me a plate. After you have brought it to me, you may fix a plate for yourself and go eat in the slaves’ designated area.” Max unclasped the tether from Neenah’s collar so that she could do as he requested.
Having gotten Max’s food and now her own, Neenah found a quiet spot in the corner of the slave area to settle down and eat her food. Since she was away from the central area of the party, she felt it was safe to look around and study the party goers. There was a varied assortment of alien races attending. She recognized several different races from the videos that she had watched during training.
Suddenly screams rang out among the party goers as black clad troops carrying laser rifles converged on the party. People were forced to the ground as the troops spread out amongst the party goers, ripping jewels and purses from bodies as they pushed them to the grass.
“Round up the slaves and herd them to the cargo ship!” shouted a gruff voice. Midnight figures surrounded the slave area, pulling slaves to their feet and pushing them towards the launch area. Muffled shouts rang out from different owners as they watched their slaves being
led toward an unknown fate.
Neenah searched for Nylia as they were ushered into a large holding pen within the cargo ship. Her eyes roamed over the group, but she did not see Nylia anywhere. The ship lurched and rose into the air and the slaves began to scream as a white gas cloud streamed from vents at the top of the room.
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Groggily, Neenah opened her eyes but saw nothing except for blackness. At first, she was afraid that whatever they had gassed them with had caused her to go blind, but gradually, she was able to make out a thin strip of light issuing from underneath what must have been a door. She tried to sit up, but realized that she was strapped to whatever it was that she was lying on. Very quietly, she whispered, “Is anyone else here?” No one answered her. She strained her ears, listening for any sounds of life, thinking that maybe the others had not awakened yet, but she heard nothing, not even the faint sound of breathing.
A creaking sound accompanied light spilling into the room, and Neenah realized that the door was opening. She was only to make out the vague profile of a short person, male or female she was not sure, before the door closed behind the figure and the room was once again plunged into darkness.
“Well, look at we have here,” said a scruffy voice that sounded oddly familiar to Neenah. “Once mighty Queen of Anthar, now fallen from grace, bound to a table in my dungeon. Your blasted Master foiled me one too many times when he outbid me for you. Oh, the plans I had for you. Owning you was the ticket to getting the respect that I deserve from those white trash pea brains who had the good fortune to be born into money and be able to have anything that their heart desired, but oh no, Max Carrington could not allow that, now could he?
“Standing there looking down his nose at me like I was not worth the scum on the bottom of his shoe while he kept pressing that damned button, bidding more for you than I could ever hope to afford. For once, the tables have turned on dear Max. His new pretty play toy is no longer at his beck and call, instead she is at mine.”
Neenah only vaguely remembered anything about the auction, but from what he was saying, obviously he had wanted to win the auction for her very badly. Good thing he did not know that the auction was rigged from the very beginning. That would have just made him even angrier. Neenah wondered how he could see in the dark.
She did not know that he was a Droigoird, and that they have perfect night and day vision and only use lights because most of their business associates could not see in the dark. They relished tormenting their slaves by doing everything with them in the dark, the slave never knowing what was going to happen next and sometimes could not even be sure of what was happening at any given moment because they could only feel and not see.
Hairy fingers traced over Neenah’s lips, and she jerked her head to the side. “Such beautiful lips most of you Antharian woman are blessed with. Nice and full and ripe red, just perfect for wrapping around a cock. It is time for you to experience the superiorness of a Droigoird cock filling your mouth and taste the excellentness of our seed.”
Neenah thrashed her head from side to side, pursing her lips to prevent the Droigoird from pushing his meaty cock into her mouth.
“Quite the little tigress aren’t you? Well, I can’t allow that, now can I? Looks like I will have to give you a little injection of our special love juice in order to make you a little bit more compliant.”
“NO!” Neenah protested as she felt a sharp stab in her arm.
“Just relax, soon you will feel the love juice coursing through your body, and you will not be able to help yourself, you will have to suck me, the urge to have my cock in your mouth will be all consuming.”
Neenah lay on the table, horror careening through her mind as warmness began to spread throughout her body. Soon, her breasts began to fill very full and her nipples tingled, standing erect in the darkness. A feeling like electric bolts rushed from her tingling nips to her clit, causing it to engorge and throb. Her pussy moistened and ached with the need to feel a cock buried deep inside. Her asshole twitched in anticipation of being reamed. Neenah’s last voluntary thought was that her body had betrayed her.
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The Droigorid climbed down from the table. “I will come back and visit with you frequently,” the Droigorid said, “but I must go now, I have some business to attend to. You will have other visitors to keep you company so you will not be lonely.”
Neenah was left on the table, writhing with desire as the drug continued its effect on her body. Days passed and Neenah was administered the drug every time it began to wear off, and she was used repeatedly by the Droigoird and those in his employ.
During this time, Neenah remained a mass of need and desire. Her thoughts filled only of sex and how badly she needed to have her pussy and ass filled with thick cocks. The Droigoird delighted in his use of Neenah and of how her body responded. In his mind, the drug did not have anything to do with her willingness to suck his cock and her enthusiasm in being fucked. In his mind, she preferred him over Max and that gave him the ultimate triumph.
Soon though, the Droigorid began to tire of Neenah, and she was visited by him and his goons less frequently. The time came when the drug wore off entirely, and Neenah was able to reclaim her thoughts and emotions.
She was not sure how much time had passed. The time that she was drugged was a blur, and all Neenah could recall was feelings of her orifices being fucked regularly.
Why had Max not come to rescue her? Did he not know who had her? Did he not care for her as much as he had said he did?
Weeks passed, and Neenah was moved from her room with the table to a dirty cell. The guards still used her occasionally, but they no longer drugged her for the experience, and she had bruises all over her body from her struggle to get away.
Despondency overcame her, and she spent her time listlessly lying on the floor, no longer caring what was done to her or whether she lived or died. She began to refuse the meals that were brought, and her body and health began to waste away.
One day, loud shouts and explosions intruded into her stupor, and she struggled to her feet and weaved towards the cell door. The noise neared, and suddenly the hallway door burst open, and armor clad men poured through. A familiarly loud insistent voice called, “Neenah! Neenah, where are you?” and Neenah’s heart leaped with forgotten hope. Was that Max? She was not sure, and she did not have the strength to holler his name, so she struggled to push her hand between the bars of the window on the cell door.
Her door was wrenched open, and she fell into the strong arms of an armor clad soldier. “Mr. Carrington, over here!” the soldier yelled, and he scooped Neenah into his arms and hurried down the hall with her.
‘It is Max!’ Neenah joyfully thought as she faded out of consciousness.
“Neenah, oh Neenah!” Max woefully repeated as the thin frail body was passed into his waiting arms. He rushed up the stairs with her, running towards his ship and the doctor stationed there in the sick bay.
Chapter Eight
Max paced around the bridge as he awaited word of Neenah’s condition. The ship sped towards home as frantic thoughts filled his head. ‘It took too long to find her. I should have tried harder. I should have never taken her to that party in the first place!’
Suddenly the door to the bridge slid open and the doctor entered. Max approached him, hopeful of good news but fearing the worst.
“Well?”
“She has been through quite an ordeal. She is malnourished and sick, but she will recover. Mostly, she needs rest and food. I have sedated her and hooked her up to an intravenous drip. The best thing would be to keep her that way until her body has time to heal and recover. Once we have had the chance to supply her with nutrients, we can allow her to wake up and begin eating solid food. She will need to go through some rehabilitation in order to strengthen her muscles.”
“How long will you need to keep her sedated?”
“I think a couple of weeks will be sufficient. That should allow her body
enough time to recover from the sickness and begin to mend.”
“When we arrive at home, I want her taken to my private chambers. You can hire whatever nursing staff you might need to take care of things. I will be with her at all times.”
Max stayed by Neenah’s side as she peacefully slumbered, her skin regaining its rosy hue, the bruises on her body and dark circles under her eyes slowly fading. The two weeks were soon over, and Max was anxiously waiting for Neenah to wake up. He was standing by the window staring out at the bright blue sky when he heard her voice whisper behind him, “Max?”
He rushed to her side and grabbed her hand, planting kisses on it. “Neenah, my darling, I am so thankful that you are alive.”
“It was you. I thought that I had heard your voice calling my name, but then I did not remember anything else. I thought I was dreaming the whole thing.”
“I wish that the whole nightmare had been just a dream. I should have never taken you out into public. I had no idea he would plan a strike against me and snatch you. I am so sorry, my love. I am so sorry that you had to endure this.”
“Where is Nylia? Was she taken? Is she ok?”
“She is fine. The client who had rented her services for the night had taken her inside to use one of the rooms set aside for the party. The intruders did not go inside; they only took what they found outside, so she was safe. She and Keera have been quite worried about you and have both begged to come and see you as soon as you are well enough.”
Neenah drifted in and out of sleep over the next several days. Every time she opened her eyes, Max was standing vigil beside her bed. As her strength grew, she stayed awake for longer periods of time. She and Max spent most of the days talking with each other and playing board games. Neenah realized that the feelings that she had begun to notice for Max before her abduction were still there and growing stronger. She knew she was falling in love with him.