by Eve Vaughn
“Never. The only thing you can do for me is let me go!” she raged, angry tears springing to her eyes. She was more upset with herself for the sensations she had no business feeling. What had this man done to her?
“Princess, there’s a lot I can do for you, like this…” He pressed one of the buttons on the panel. The metal hands tweaked her nipples, applying just enough pressure to cause a tingling feeling between her thighs.
“No,” she whispered trying to stave off the pleasure creeping up on her.
“Yes, Princess. Take a look at the screen here.”
She followed the direction of his finger and saw an impression of her body in different shades, mostly red and green. “What is that?” she squeaked.
“It’s you, Princess. This monitor indicates just how hot you are. The more aroused you become, the higher your heat level rises. The chair you’re sitting in monitors that and it’s recording it on this screen. So you can say what you like, but I’ll know the truth.” He pushed another button. The mechanical fingers increased the pressure on her nipples.
“Please don’t do this to me.” Paris squirmed in her seat, trying not to like this too much. Beads of sweat popped out on her forehead. “Oh, God,” she muttered.
“Just accept you want this.”
“When pigs fly,” she hissed.
“Hmm, I’m not familiar with that particular animal, but judging from the way you say it with such vehemence, flying isn’t something these pigs do. In that case, I’ll make you beg for your release.”
“I’d sooner see you in hell,” she spat at him, defiant even when she knew she couldn’t win.
“Again, another word I’m not familiar with. I think I can suffer this hell, as long as you’re there with me. Look at the screen. You’re getting hotter. Do you see how red your body has become?” His soft taunt didn’t help matters.
More than anything, Paris wanted to wipe the smug expression from his face. “Is this your sick idea of a fantasy, holding me hostage this way? Can’t you get a woman without tying her down?”
His eyes narrowed. “I’ve never had a problem with any woman, but you’ll soon learn I keep what is mine and make no mistake about it, Princess, you are mine.”
The dark-haired barbarian seemed to have more surprises for her. Restraints came out near the bottom of the chair and shackled her ankles. Then the legs of the chair spread, pulling her thighs open. “What are you doing?” Her words came out in a husky moan, as the mechanical hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts. This shouldn’t have felt good -- but it did.
“Proving you wrong. You say you’ll derive no pleasure from this, but we’ll see.”
Her eyes widened when a trap door opened on the floor in front of her and a large menacing-looking piece of equipment rose and slid forward until it rested between her legs. “What is this thing?”
He didn’t answer, merely pushing a few buttons before turning to watch her, his eyes glittering.
Paris was too fascinated to utter another word. A long thin rod slid forward, not stopping until it rested between the opening of her thighs. The little probe maneuvered her thong, pushing it to the side of her labia. Then it retreated, only for another object to pop out which looked a lot like a miniature dildo.
Her breathing was shallow as her pussy grew moist. The instrument moved forward, sliding up and down her slit. Paris squirmed in her chair, no long able to fight the fierce desire flowing through her body.
One of the metal hands continued to caress her breasts while the other slid down her body until it rested on the tight nest of curls between her legs. Her gaze slid to the screen that monitored her heat level. The color had changed to red all over. She must be crazy for allowing this to happen to her, but what choice did she have? This contraption of metallic evil was making her feel things she didn’t want to.
“Tell me how you feel, Princess,” the barbarian spoke, his deep voice low and intimate.
“No,” she whispered, not making eye contact with him. The last thing she wanted to see was the look of triumph on his face.
He chuckled. “Still fighting it?”
“I won’t give in.”
“I’d say you already have, Princess, but we won’t argue about it. I don’t think words are needed right now. Your body says it all.” He pressed more buttons.
This time the mechanical hand dipped lower, not stopping until it reached her clit, latching on and squeezing. The slim metal dildo pushed forward, not going deep, but probing just enough to send a pulse of delight along her nerve endings. There was a slight discomfort. She had a battery operated boyfriend at home, but this was much slimmer.
Technically, she was still a virgin, having never gone all the way with any man. It galled Paris that it was him of all people who introduced her to all these new sensations.
The heat within her burned in her belly. She was ready to break the restraints and touch herself. Her fingers wiggled and she writhed in the chair. “Oh, God,” she groaned. Being stimulated in this way was like nothing else. Paris closed her eyes and imagined it was the barbarian’s hands and cock bringing her close to her peak.
Was she nuts to think this? She had to be, but that didn’t matter at this moment. What was happening to her felt too good to deny right now. Her juices flowed, wetting her thighs and dripping onto her seat. The metal dildo slid in and out of her, and Paris finally opened her eyes. The first things she saw were intense green eyes boring into hers.
She licked her lips nervously. He wanted her and by God, she wanted him too.
And she didn’t even know his name.
“Say the words,” he suddenly growled.
“What?” she asked dumfounded.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I…” Could she finally admit it to him? “I…”
“Say it, Princess. Tell me you want me.”
“Don’t make me say it.”
His eyes grew stormy. “Say it now!” he growled. The harshness of his tone snapped her out of the trance she’d been in.
“Never,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
“No?”
“No,” she agreed stubbornly.
“I’ll have your complete surrender, but you won’t be rewarded until I am.” Turning back to the control panel, he flipped a switch which shut off all the machines. The monitors went black and the metal hands and dildo retreated. The sex machine moved back, the floor swallowing it once again.
The bottom of the chair slid back, pushed her thighs back together. Her ankle restraints unlocked. The only things that remained were the bonds around her wrists.
“Why… why did you stop?”
“From your very lips, you said you didn’t want this. I’m simply giving you what you want, Princess. Perhaps the next time we meet, you’ll be a little more honest with me and yourself.”
And with that, he left the room.
Paris screamed her frustration. “You son of a bitch! Come back here and finish what you started!”
There were many things he could have done, but leaving her body on the verge of climax for the second time without the means of relief was by far the worst thing ever. Was there something wrong with her? Why did she want him so much, and the question that plagued her the most: why didn’t she try harder to tell him she wasn’t London?
* * *
“I don’t have a good feeling about this place, Matt.” London studied her surroundings.
Matt frowned. “What do you mean? This is the address Carol gave us.”
“I know, but I don’t feel my sister’s presence. If she was on the other side of this door, I’d know it.”
“It’s possible she’s stepped out.”
“But Carol said it isn’t like her to not show up for work. Something tells me she’s in distress.”
“How about we knock on the door first and see if she’s home. Then we’ll go from there,” he suggested.
“Okay, but you knock. I’m way too nervous. You know what?
“What, sweetheart?”
“That door we went through to get inside the building…”
“Yes?”
“It was supposed to be locked wasn’t it?”
Matt scratched his head. “It looked like it was.”
“So why wasn’t it? We were able to walk in. It was almost as if someone tampered with the lock.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. The door could have been broken.”
London sighed, still feeling uneasy about the situation. “I suppose you’re right. Maybe my imagination is getting the better of me. Go ahead and knock.”
When Matt’s fist connected with the door, it flew open. “Okay, now I don’t like the looks of this. Something is definitely amiss.”
London followed Matt inside, her body tense from not knowing what to expect. The tiny room had an abandoned feel about it. Stranger still, the shower was still running.
She felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Now I know for sure. Something has happened to my sister.”
Chapter Five
“Sire, I think there’s something you need to see.”
Blaze looked up to see Captain Lormanir had entered his private chamber. “Does it pertain to my daughter?”
“Of course, Sire. I wouldn’t have disturbed you otherwise.”
Blaze nodded. “Very well, I’ll join you shortly.”
Lormanir bowed before backing out of the room and leaving Blaze alone once again.
Where was London? The land mass of this part of the world alone was quite large. Their only bet now was the DNA tracker, but even with that, they’d have to lock on to her coordinates and that could only happen if they were within a couple hundred miles of her. It would be at least another day or so before they picked up her exact location.
He shut his eyes and sighed. The last words he and London had exchanged were angry ones. Blaze had been so sure he was doing the right thing by arranging London’s betrothal to one of Thibius’s champions. Instead of being happy about the union, however, London had immediately expressed her displeasure. If he’d only listened to her, she’d be home safe instead of on this primitive planet doing who knew what and with whom.
London was an innocent, pampered for most of her life. How would she ever be able to fend for herself? He shuddered at the thought. He’d give anything to find her safe, even re-thinking her betrothal to Zahn. In the back of Blaze’s mind, he’d known it wasn’t a love match between the general and his daughter, but he believed Zahn would take good care of London.
How could he have been so selfish as to sentence his daughter to a loveless marriage, especially when he himself loved his Calliope with each breath he took? He’d been so concerned with securing her future, Blaze hadn’t taken love into consideration.
His portable communicator beeped. He looked at the device on his wrist with a frown. No one was authorized to contact him while he was on the mission, unless it was one of his family members. When he hit the hologram projector, the image of his wife appeared. “Calliope. It’s a surprise to hear from you. Is everything all right with you and our sons?”
She gave him a small smile of reassurance. “Yes, we’re okay. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I contacted you because I wanted to check on your progress. How are you doing?”
He threaded his fingers through his hair in a gesture of frustration. “We may have found a couple leads. I believe we should find her soon.”
Calliope clasped her hands together, relief evident on her lovely face. “Oh, thank goodness. I’ve been fretting about that since she left Thibius. I’ve had trouble sleeping, but I can at least rest easier tonight knowing you’ll find her. Do you think you’ll be home soon?”
“I don’t know. I certainly hope so. I miss you, my love.”
“And I you. Our sons miss you too. Taylon runs to the shipping dock and stands there for hours waiting for your return.”
Blaze’s heart tightened when he thought of his youngest son. He loved all his children equally, but Taylon was particularly sensitive. He would be special one day. “Tell him his father misses him very much as well. Has there been any word from Zahn?”
She shook her head. “No. I thought we would have by now. It’s odd that he hasn’t contacted anyone yet. If he were using one of your ships we’d at least be able to track where he is, but he used one of his own. The radars haven’t even detected any ships in our orbit within the last few days.”
Blaze rubbed his chin. Why hadn’t Zahn checked in? Maybe he was experiencing some difficulty in tracking London. This planet was twice the size of Thibius with ten times the population, but still… “I’m sure we’ll hear from him shortly.”
“I hope so. I want my baby home. I can’t lose another daughter.”
“I know, love, and I vow that you won’t. I have as much at stake in the matter as you.” London may have been his adopted daughter, but he couldn’t love her any more if she were of his blood.
“I need to go. I’m going to spend some time with our sons. Be safe, Blaze.” She blew him a kiss before her hologram disappeared. Knowing how much his wife counted on him, Blaze knew he couldn’t fail.
He composed himself before leaving his room and heading toward the deck to see what Lormanir wanted.
“Sire.” The captain bowed to him when Blaze arrived on deck.
Blaze waved his hand in the air dismissively to all the crew standing respectfully at attention. “Carry on.” To Lormanir, he said, “I trust this is important and something that will lead us to the princess.”
“Yes, my king. If you would please follow me, I will direct your attention to this telemonitor.” The captain pointed to a large monitor with grid lines and blobs which Blaze assumed represented land.
“What am I looking at?” he asked.
“We were able to determine where the princess has been through a newly developed system, even more advanced than the DNA tracker. We didn’t want to mention it earlier, because we weren’t sure if it would function properly. I saw no point in getting your hopes up in case it didn’t; however, there seems to be some abnormal activity in the area where the machine says the princess is.”
Blaze frowned. “Abnormal in what way?”
“I’m not sure, but it almost seems as if there were two of her.”
“Of my daughter? That’s not possible. Everyone’s DNA is unique only to them.”
“I realize that, Sire. We’re not sure how this could be either. However, the reading in this area tells us we’re closer to the princess’s location than before.”
“And the two readings?”
“We’re only getting one now. We don’t know why there were two before, but now there isn’t. I can think of only one possibility to explain this occurrence, but I don’t know if it would fit with the princess.”
“Just tell me your theory,” Blaze demanded, growing impatient at the way Lormanir prevaricated.
“There are certain species that can reproduce more than one child at a time who look identical. Triplets, quadruplets and twins I believe. Can Earth women breed in such a way?”
It suddenly made sense to Blaze. The only reason two people would share the same DNA was if they came from the same fertilized egg… twins or other multiples as Lormanir had just mentioned. London was a twin! But… Paris had perished. Hadn’t she?
In his quest to find his daughter, would he also find the twin they all believed to be dead?
* * *
Zahn was growing impatient. He’d put London through one sexual torture after another, yet she still hadn’t cracked to his satisfaction. Yes, her body responded to him, but he wanted to hear the words. Something niggled in the back of his mind, however. The more time he spent with her, the more he needed to be around her.
He wanted to know more about her besides how her body reacted when he touched her. What made her smile? Why did he feel the sudden interest in her when it wasn’t there before she ran away? At first, Zahn thought it could be his pride. Now he wondered if it was something else altogether. A something he wasn’t quite comfortable with. The sound of her voice made his heart speed up and the way she looked at him with those dark soulful eyes of hers sent a shiver of awareness up his spine.
No. He would not allow her to get under his skin. Letting the princess wrap him around her little finger was not an option. Men were supposed to be in charge. He’d seen some of his comrades fall under love’s spell. It weakened them. He would always keep the upper hand where London was concerned.
His thoughts turned to the latest punishment he had in store for her. She was chained to the wall in his bedroom, dressed in an outfit of his choosing. He made sure it showed off her delectable body to perfection. It was getting difficult, however, to not stick his cock into her tight hole.
If only she’d submit. He would have her surrender if it was the last thing he did.
Walking to his room in long strides, he halted when he caught sight of London. He’d left her alone to contemplate her fate. She’d been so defiant up until now, so it came as a surprise to find her in the state she was currently in.
Tear streaks stained her cheeks. Her head was slightly bowed. He could still make out the forlorn expression in her eyes. The apparent sadness she displayed canceled out the erotic pose of her arms chained above her head.
It tore at his heart to see her so upset. She didn’t lift her head to acknowledge his presence. Had he finally broken her? Not likely.
Maybe she was trying to manipulate him by making him feel bad for her. Yes, that’s exactly what she was trying to do. Zahn wouldn’t let her get to him. She would submit and now.
He stalked over to her and grabbed London’s chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Look at me, Princess.”
Her eyes locked with his. “Go ahead. Do what you have to. I won’t fight.”
Zahn lifted a brow. “What are you trying to say?”
“You win. You’re bigger, stronger, and better than me. I don’t have any fight left in me. Isn’t that what you wanted to hear? Just please, do what you have to do and get it over with. I don’t know how much more of this humiliation I can take.”
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