by Fox, Jaide
The first time Ebony had been marched into King Kore’s chambers, she’d managed to satisfy him by simply using oral sex. It wasn’t so bad, even if she did have to do it twice. At least he had let her leave without further harm, and if that was the price of keeping her and her sister alive--well, many women had been forced to do far worse to survive.
But now, it was different. Her biggest fear was turning up pregnant by this man, and even the most skillfully done fellatio was not enough for him anymore. He demanded sex in almost every position Ebony had ever heard of--and some that she had not.
King Kore was so tall--at least seven feet, by her best guess--and so strong that he could simply lift her up and fuck her while he was standing, moving her up and down on his cock as though she were just a doll. Sometimes he held her up so that she was facing him, and sometimes he turned her around so that she was facing away--but either way, she found it simple enough to introduce him anally so that he could not impregnate her.
He might demand that she get on all fours on top of a couple of bed-sized cushions, so that she was up high enough for him to reach, and mount her that way from behind. Or she might have to lie backwards on the same high cushions so he could enter her from the front. She dreaded that one, since it was more difficult to direct him to her anus--but she found that, if he was excited enough, it could be done.
Or he might want something else that Ebony had introduced him to. She would tell him to lie on his back while she straddled his belly, leaned forward, and put his cock between her large breasts. With simple up and down movements, she was able to finish him this way, too, without risk of pregnancy.
But on some occasions, the king would invite in several of the guards and insist that they watch. Ebony knew that the purpose of this was to spread stories of the king’s prowess all around the castle--especially his skill with this exotic, dark-skinned female. They seemed to like the contrast of her skin with his. And he tended to show off and be especially vigorous when the guards were watching, and Ebony found that she could easily get him off at least twice and sometimes three times.
King Kore seemed to make a point of having her perform oral sex on him as the guards watched, and she could feel the tremendous tension radiating from these men as they were forced to watch one of the very few women on the planet use her mouth and then her breasts and then her pussy to satisfy the king. But Ebony had her own problems to worry about and had no concern for the guards. If she could finish off the king with only oral sex, then it was one less time to worry about becoming pregnant.
Ebony did worry a little when the poor guards had to escort her back to the harem after watching her with the king. They would grip her arms very tightly and she could hear their rough breathing as they walked. She almost felt sorry for them.
Almost.
She wondered what it would take to get one of them, or both of them, to fuck her. Probably not much, even with the unthinkable punishments that would await them if they were caught. There seemed to be no female servants, or female anything, here in the palace. Perhaps there were other harems of women reserved for men such as these. She really did not know.
There could be some advantages to fucking the guards, she pondered. They might become allies of a sort and maybe, just maybe, become a road to escape. And it would certainly be far more pleasurable than what she was forced to endure with King Kore.
At any rate, right now, months after her kidnapping, two of those same guards were here for Ebony again and stood waiting at the door to the harem. She had long ago given up the idea of trying to fight them. She would not risk her own life or her sister’s life. This was the hand she had been dealt and, as she always had with everything else in life, Ebony would do the best she could with it.
But, as she walked down the corridors with the two tall, silent, black-armored guards, she wasn’t sure how much longer she or any of the women could get away with not bearing the king a child. Would he blame them if none of them ended up pregnant? Just because his kingdom seemed clean and modern and civilized didn’t mean barbarians didn’t lie beneath the surface. The king had already threatened to have her and her sister thrown from one of the towers if Ebony did not do everything he wanted.
She often thought that if she was going to be forced to bear a child, these handsome young guardsmen were, frankly, a better choice to sire it than the cruel and selfish king. And it would be very real revenge on the king for forcing her and the other women unwillingly into his harem--the ultimate revenge that a woman could take on a man.
But she knew that no matter who might father it, the last thing she wanted was to bring a child into this insane world she had found herself trapped in. Just no baby, she whispered to herself. They’d only take it away from me anyway. I can put up with almost anything, for as long as I have to, as long as I don’t drag a baby into it.
The wooden doors opened. The guards pushed her inside and then slammed the heavy doors shut again. She was alone with King Kore once again.
In just a few moments she found herself down on all fours like a dog on the heavy red cushions, while the King got on his knees behind her and proceeded to anally ram her like a bull. She was ready for him; there was a plentiful supply of lubricant in the harem and Ebony had prepared herself well. It was not her idea of sex, and she did not enjoy it; but it kept her and her sister alive, and, at the very least, there would be no baby this way.
For a man who insisted he wanted to impregnate one hundred and fifty women, he didn’t seem to have a very good knowledge of their anatomy. She wondered if he even realized where she’d put him. He was actually rather ignorant, and Ebony was determined to keep him that way.
***
The next morning, Ebony and Adrienne walked together through the corridors of the most elegant of prisons--the palace of King Kore Anadaru, ruler of the enormous men of the planet Chalcydon. Ebony wore her customary red gossamer gown with the gold ribbon borders, and was barefoot, while Adrienne wore a long gown of heavy deep blue silk with a matching long silk coat over it--and the coat fell back to reveal her very pregnant belly under the gown. She also had proper shoes, which resembled lightweight black leather ankle boots.
“Must be nice to wear regular clothes--to say nothing of shoes,” Ebony murmured.
Adrienne placed a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Ebony. At least they let me visit you.”
“Yeah, but they wouldn’t let me out for the wedding.” Ebony smiled tightly, and continued on her way through the corridor.
Though she had never seen Auresial Palace from the outside--only as a captive held within it--Ebony could tell that it was very, very large, quite possibly a square mile in area, with endless beige stone walls and many, many pale stone buildings both large and small. There was the central throne room, and what must have been offices and bureaucratic rooms, and storage for weapons and clothing and food, and kitchens, and quarters for the soldiers and staff.
Near the center of the palace complex were the king’s own set of apartments, connected to the very large harem itself by the long, long tan marble corridor that had become so familiar to Ebony over the past year. She imagined that the entire palace consisted of these same tan marble hallways and wide corridors with skylights high above and tall green plants reaching for the ceiling in huge stone pots every few yards, for it was all she had ever seen.
The palace had lights that came on at a touch, just as in a home on Earth, and plenty of running water and lovely bathing pools; but the place still had a medieval feel to it that no amount of modern plumbing could banish.
The people, too, had something strange about them. At least, the men did; she had seen no other women here except for the others in the harem, who were all from Earth and had been kidnapped and brought here just as she had been. She got almost no view of the surrounding city streets from within the palace, since the harem and the king’s quarters were so near the center of it and there was simply nothing to see.
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he men that she did see, such as the guards, all appeared to be human. Certainly King Kore was, as she knew far too well. Every man Ebony had seen so far was at least seven feet tall and encased in muscle hard as steel, and had warm bronze skin and rather long hair of jet black or white or silver--or sometimes a combination of all three.
The two sisters came to yet another wide marble staircase and started walking down the steps. “I love the gardens,” Adrienne said. “They feel a little more like home.”
“Well, they might if we had the first clue what kind of plants were growing in there. I’m afraid to touch any of them,” said Ebony. “I don’t know if they’re poisonous, or carnivorous, or what.”
“Oh, I’m sure Dezec would never let us come out here if there was any danger,” her sister replied.
“Well, let’s hope your husband wouldn’t let anything happen to you--or to your baby.”
Adrienne smiled up at Ebony, her face glowing with happiness. “You thought I was crazy to marry him when I had the chance,” Adrienne said. “But it’s way better than being in that harem and I only wish the same could happen for you.”
Ebony sighed. “You were simply a reward for his service to the kingdom as captain of the guard. It’s not like you got to choose him. You didn’t know him at all.”
Adrienne shrugged. “Is it any weirder than picking people through on-line dating sites? They’re total strangers, too. At least I saw Dezec and knew who he was before he chose me.”
“I’ll admit that your fine-looking Captain Zeta was nice enough to me when I met him--however briefly.”
Adrienne smiled again. “He loves me, and I love him, too. It doesn’t matter how we met. All that matters is that we did, and now we have each other.”
“And shoes.” Ebony tried to keep from rolling her eyes. “All right, then. As much as I didn’t want to believe in love at first sight, it seems to have happened for you and for him. I’m truly happy for you and your baby. I think he’ll take care of both of you--you lucky heifer.”
Adrienne hugged her sister as they walked. “It will happen for you, too, Ebony. I’m sure of it.”
“Hmm. So far, I haven’t been so lucky.” She couldn’t bear telling her sister of the nightly visits to the king. She’d long since become numb to her situation. She never thought a person could get used to forced sex, but given enough time….
They reached the end of the corridor leading to the gardens in the lower level of the palace, and Ebony felt a little better already. The gardens were her one escape from the confines of her elegant prison. She pushed open the heavy door and started to walk into the atrium that served as an entryway to the gardens.
She stopped in her tracks and Adrienne almost bumped into her.
Near the small center fountain of the marble atrium, a young, slender blonde woman lay crumpled on the polished stone floor. Over her stooped a guardsman dressed in a long, heavy black coat, and he seemed to be examining her closely.
Ebony reacted instinctively. “Adrienne! Get out of here!” she hissed. “Go and get help! Get Captain Zeta!”
Adrienne hesitated. “What--what’s going on?” she asked, staring at the fallen woman.
“Go! Now!” And to Ebony’s relief Adrienne turned and left the atrium without another word--but she let the heavy door slam behind her.
That made the guard look up. At least, she assumed he was a guard, given his long black coat and the familiar silver gun strapped to his waist. Then she recognized the woman lying on the floor. It was Cassie, a pale and slender blonde, one of her sisters from the harem.
“What happened?” she said, hurrying over to the fallen woman. The man gave her a startled look and then straightened up when she knelt down beside Cassie’s motionless form. Ebony touched the young woman’s neck to feel for a pulse, and found that though her heart beat slowly she was indeed alive.
Just beyond the atrium, the fresh green scent of the gardens blew in through the open doors--but Ebony could see nothing past the mammoth man blocking the entrance. She did not recognize him; though he was just as tall and bronzed as the other men, his long hair was black with a slight sheen of silver, and he had very large brown eyes. He studied her more closely, and far more openly, than any palace guard should have done.
But the palace was enormous and there were no doubt hundreds of guards that she had never seen. She threw this one an angry look. “Don’t just stand there, dumbass! Aren’t you a guard? Go get a doctor!” she snapped.
But instead of moving past her, the man grabbed Ebony by one arm and hauled her to her feet. Before she had a chance to scream or fight, a strange-smelling cloth was pressed to her nose and mouth.
A wave of dizziness swam through her head, making her eyes roll around in their sockets. The atrium spun out of control...and Ebony closed her eyes as blackness swallowed her whole.
CHAPTER THREE
Ebony slowly became aware that something terribly wrong had happened.
She was hit all at once with a sensation of falling, along with a painful throbbing in her ribs. Blood pounded between her temples and across her forehead. Gradually she realized that her head was upside down and she was being carried, draped over some large solid object that moved forward one step at a time. Her fingers tingled with the pressure of bindings at her wrists, and something tight stretched around her mouth and the back of her head.
Still groggy, she peeled her eyelids open with an effort...and found herself in the dark, lying across someone’s shoulder. Rough, uneven stone floor moved past her vision in a whir, forcing her to close her eyes again and choke back a sudden rush of bile at the back of her throat. There were splashing sounds with each footstep her bearer took.
If she’d been clobbered in the head, she wouldn’t have been surprised. A headache from whatever had drugged her into unconsciousness made her feel sick and dizzy.
She attempted to open her eyes again, bracing herself this time and dragging in air through her nose. Her nostrils flared as she became aware of an awful stench of sewage permeating the space, making her gag again. By the smell in the air, she was being taken somewhere through the sewer system.
Ebony steeled her stomach, striving for calm. She’d need it if she was going to get out of this--whatever this was.
A big hand secured her legs tight against a hard chest, leaving the upper half of her body to dangle on the backside of the man who carried her.
He was a big son of a bitch, whoever he was. Even though she hung upside down with her head partway down her captor’s back, she could see and feel that his shoulders were massive and tapered down to a narrow waist and hips. He had the muscular buttocks of someone who played heavy sports, and his thick legs looked like they belonged on a bull--or maybe just Mr. Universe.
Shadows flickered across the walls of the tunnel. Their movement only increased her dizziness. She raised her head and tried to discern her whereabouts, for the ache in her head made her skull feel like it was going to explode from the pressure of hanging upside down.
It didn’t take much imagination to realize something was wrong. She sure as hell wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Unless the king and his men had some kind of sick fantasy or fetish going on, it was pretty obvious to her that she had first stumbled across the abduction of Cassie and was now being kidnapped herself.
She could not imagine why anyone would kidnap her, or kidnap Cassie. They were just two more concubines in a castle that was filled with them. And the unspeakable torture that any man would get if he ever touched a woman of the king’s harem should have been enough to stop anyone from trying to take one.
But it was obvious that someone had found it worth the risk to try.
Much as she hated the idea of going back to the harem, Ebony realized that if her captor took her too far into the sewer system she’d never be able to find her way back--even if she could somehow escape in the first place. The heart-stopping thought of never seeing her sister again, or anything else that was familiar, ma
de panic surge to the surface.
Ebony used the adrenaline rush to claw at the back of the stranger, kicking her legs and trying to scream through the gag muzzling her mouth. “I want to get down! Now!”
A hard smack landed on her ass, stinging her cheek and stunning her into immobility. “Settle down!” the man commanded, in a deep, booming voice. She could feel it rumble from his chest into her thighs.
His response only provoked Ebony to greater anger. She wasn’t a fucking kid! Being spanked like a child only pissed her off more.
But Ebony knew she had to calm down and think if she wanted to survive this. She felt pretty confident that if he’d meant to hurt her, she’d already be dead or injured by now...and so she could only hope that she was therefore needed alive for something, even though she couldn’t imagine what that could possibly be.
She gritted her teeth. Putting every ounce of energy into her legs, Ebony kicked out and then kneed her abductor in the solar plexus, trying to throw herself out from under the arm that bound her. She was gratified to hear him grunt as the air was expelled from his lungs.