Enslaved

  Goddess, what was happening to her? Surely it was wrong to lie there and let the big Havoc clean her with his tongue as if it was normal and right. And yet, she couldn’t seem to help herself or ask him to stop. She could only lay there and watch as he stroked his tongue over her open pussy time and again, as if he was trying to get every last drop of her honey.

  “There,” Thrace murmured at last, sitting back just when she was beginning to throb and ache again with renewed need. “I think you’re clean now, Mistress. Let’s get you dressed and we’ll go see Lady Tam-tam.”

  “All…all right,” Trin whispered faintly. “Let’s…do that. Let’s go.”

  She allowed Thrace to find another dress for her—this one deep green with white lace—and put it on her. Then, still feeling slightly dazed as well as hot and swollen between her thighs, she and Thrace followed the complicated directions to Lady Tam-tam’s viewing room.

  Chapter Twenty-five

  “Come in, my dears. Do come in.” Lady Tam-tam ushered them into a small, plush room decorated with many priceless little knickknacks arranged in shelves hung on the deep red walls. It had two overstuffed chairs and a blazepit in one corner where a small fire crackled softly, giving the light a soft, reddish tinge. The room was carpeted in long, white fur that moved in swirling patterns as if in response to some unseen current.

  Trin thought it looked like a lady’s private refreshment room—one she could go to in order to get away from the rest of the world and just relax with a hot libation and some fanciful reading material. Well—three fourths of the room looked that way, anyway. In contrast to the rest of the snug little parlor, large viewscreens lined one of the walls. Under them was placed a complicated looking control panel. The sleek technology clashed with the cozy comfort of the rest of the room, making it seem strange and out of place.

  “Do take off your shoes please,” Lady Tam-tam said before Trin had barely taken a step. “You have to be gentle with the Pompa fur rug. It’s alive, you know and it doesn’t take harsh treatment well.”

  “Alive?” Trin looked down at the soft white fur as she slipped off the ridiculously high heels that went with her dress. When she stepped into it barefoot, she sank in up to her ankles. It was like walking on silk that massaged her feet with every step but she didn’t love the idea of walking on a living organism.

  “Oh, yes indeed! And it’s very delicate.” Lady Tam-tam frowned. “In fact, someone must have been walking all over the poor thing with shoes on last night. See this?” She pointed to a spot in front of the control panel where the white fur was matted and trampled as though someone with heavy boots had stood on it. “One of the cleaning slaves no doubt. I’ll have to speak sharply to them later.”

  “I see…” Trin frowned but she was looking at the control panel, not the Pompa fur rug. There were several knobs that seemed to have nothing to do with the viewscreens but they were labeled with colors rather than words. She saw blue, green, scarlet, white, yellow, orange, pink…and black. What could it mean?

  “I see you’re admiring my viewscreens,” Lady Tam-tam said, mistaking where Trin was looking. “Indeed, they’re most useful. This one corresponds to Dreaming Suite One.” She pointed to the viewscreen on the far right of the viewing wall. “This one is Dreaming Suite Two…” She motioned to the middle screen. “And this is Suite Three. Four and Five are hardly ever used.”

  “Wait—that’s our room.” Trin motioned to the middle screen which showed nothing but an empty room.

  “Indeed it is,” Lady Tam-tam said tartly. “And I was preparing to ask you to leave it before the little show the two of you put on just now.”

  “So…you really were watching us?” Trin felt the familiar burn of embarrassment as the blood rushed to her cheeks.

  “Of course I was. I watch all the guests in my Dreaming Suites.” Lady Tam-tam settled herself in a plush chair before the control panel. “Look—this is Lady Needra and her love-slave Yorth last night.” She pushed a button and the image on viewscreen one blurred for a moment.

  When it came back into focus, Trin was shocked to see the blonde mistress on her hands and knees in the center of the vast bed with her slave behind her. He was gripping her hips and thrusting—clearly shoving his shaft as deeply into her pussy as he could and Lady Needra was loving every minute of it. She moaned silently and thrust back against him, trying to take him as deep as possible.

  “He’s fucking her,” Thrace said flatly. “Thought you people didn’t believe in letting a male do that to a female here.”

  “Well we don’t, not officially, anyway.” Lady Tam-tam giggled. “But look, he’s not just fucking her. He’s breeding her. Watch.” She gestured to the screen.

  To Trin’s dismay, she saw the muscular slave stop thrusting and press deeply into his mistress. He held rigidly still, his fingers white as he gripped her hips, almost as though he was pulsing inside her.

  Coming—oh my Goddess, he’s actually coming inside her! The ultimate blasphemy! The worst shame imaginable! she thought numbly as the slave pulled out, giving a clear view of his cum dripping from his mistress’s pussy.

  “Such a chance she’s taking” Lady Tam-tam tittered. “You know she isn’t on any sort of contraception. But of course, that’s what makes her little display so much fun—the risk.”

  It was risky indeed—if Needra got pregnant with a male child there was no way to deny that she had made love with a male. Like the Daughters of Zetta Prime, the Yonnites went to contraception centers and chose to have only female children.

  Trin was shocked by the blatant display, but somehow the sight didn’t sicken her as it should have. Instead, she suddenly had a mental image of herself and Thrace in the same positions. The forbidden mental picture started a tingling and throbbing between her thighs and at the tips of her breasts. She shut her legs tightly and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to push the disturbing image away.

  “There, you see?” Lady Tam-tam said. “Lady Needra always gives a stellar performance—that’s the reason she’s forever welcome here and gets a Dreaming Suite every time she comes.”

  “We see,” Thrace rumbled. “But what about us?”

  “I’ll show you—let me run back the feed.”

  Lady Tam-tam pushed more buttons and the middle viewscreen whizzed into life as the empty room blurred to static. After a moment, their hostess pressed another button and the screen was filled with a new image—Thrace lying on the bed with Trin curled up beside him, naked, her head pillowed on his broad chest.

  “Oh no, that’s too far. That’s from last night. A very disappointing performance!” Lady Tam-tam muttered, frowning at Trin. “I don’t believe you did a thing after allowing your slave to touch you and suck your breasts. Oh, besides a few kisses between your thighs that weren’t even very deep.”

  “I—” Trin started to say but something stopped her. It was hard to tell in the dark room, but it seemed as if the image had suddenly gotten darker and more hazy. Almost as if some kind of black mist had filled the air over the sleeping platform and settled down on the sleeping forms of herself and Thrace.

  “What’s that?” Thrace rumbled, obviously seeing the same thing.

  “Dream gas of some kind.” Lady Tam-tam frowned. “But…” She looked at the time signature at the bottom of the screen. “This was after I had gone to bed. So who could have administered it?”

  “I know who,” Thrace growled. He was staring at the trampled place on the carpet—the spot where Trin had thought it looked like someone with boots had been standing. She exchanged glances with him.

  “Lord X—he knew about my nightmare. He did this!”

  “Nonsense—he has no idea where this room is.” Lady Tam-tam waved a bejewled hand dismissively. “Only a select few do, you know. And besides, he’s much too well mannered to do such a thing.”

  “I think you’re wrong,” Trin said. “But why would you have a way to slip dream gas into the rooms anyway?”

&nb
sp; “To provoke a response of course—mostly sexual,” Lady Tam-tam snapped. “Why do you think these rooms are called ‘Dreaming Suites?’ But I don’t administer the gas lightly. And in your case, I didn’t at all. I was hoping for a real performance—not an artificial one brought on by the gas.”

  “Well, someone gassed us,” Trin said accusingly. “And I’m still betting it was Lord X.” She watched the viewscreen. Clearly she had only taken a small breath of the gas before burying her face in Thrace’s side. He, however, had breathed in the black mist deeply. Despite that, it was Trin who started thrashing, her sleeping face filled with agony and fear.

  Trin watched, horrified and fascinated. Though there was no sound, she could almost hear her own frightened moans.

  “My nightmare!” she exclaimed. “The gas is what caused it—it was awful.”

  “Fucking bad one, too,” Thrace growled from behind her. “Had a hell of a time getting you back to sleep. Do you…” He cleared his throat. “Do you remember what it was about now?”

  “No…” Trin frowned. Stop it! Let him go! The words echoed in her mind along with a quick flash of someone—someone she knew?—being tied up and hurt. But then the image was gone as quickly as it had come. “No,” she repeated. “I don’t—it’s still a blank. I only know it was bad.”

  “Probably better you don’t remember then,” he growled.

  “Probably.” She shivered. “I don’t understand though—you can tell I barely got a whiff of the gas while you got a lot of it. But I was the one who had the nightmare. Why was that?”

  “Simple—it wasn’t your nightmare,” Lady Tam-tam said. She nodded at Thrace. “It was his. Or else a bad memory turned into a nightmare.”

  “But how did I get his nightmare or memory or whatever?” Trin demanded. She nodded at Thrace and noticed that the big Havoc was looking distinctly uncomfortable but he didn’t say anything.

  “You’d had the white gas—the Truth gas earlier.” Lady Tam-tam sounded bored, as though this didn’t interest her at all. “And you were sleeping closely connected to him—naked in his arms. The skin-to-skin contact allowed his nightmare or past trauma to jump to you and you became the one who manifested it. However…” She sat up and stared at Trin sharply. “That isn’t what I brought you here to see. This is.”

  She pushed some more buttons and once more the images on the screen blurred to static. In a moment they stopped and Trin was faced with the scene of herself lying at the end of the bed while Thrace knelt between her legs and kissed and licked her pussy.

  “Goddess of Judgment,” she whispered, feeling as though she might faint. Somehow seeing what they had done together on the screen made the act she’d committed all the more real. She felt faint as she watched the big Havoc thrust two thick fingers deep inside her while he licked and sucked her clit. The sight filled her with shame but even worse, it filled her with desire. She could feel the tips of her breasts tingling and the area between her thighs where he had so lately licked and kissed her was throbbing and swollen with need.

  “See? Very nice. Especially for your first time.” Lady Tam-tam turned to her, a small smile playing around her lips. “Oh yes, my dear Lady Trin—I know your true story. I got it all out of lady Malroth right after first meal. I know that you’re really from Zetta Prime and your Havoc is a slave of convenience in order to help you do business on Yonnie Six—not really a love-slave as you claimed.”

  “Untrue,” Thrace interrupted in a deep growl. “That may have been the case when my lady first bought me but I am hers now, body and soul. I care for her deeply though, as a true daughter of Zetta Prime, she cannot return my emotions.”

  “Is this so?” Lady Tam-tam frowned at Trin.

  Trin drew herself up, embarrassment and rage warring within her. Rage won.

  “Not that it’s any of your business,” she said icily. “But yes.”

  Lady Tam-tam made a motion with one finger. “Go on.”

  Trin clenched her hands into fists, trying to hold on to her temper.

  “I bought Thrace to act as a prop so that I could make trade agreements with the mistresses of Yonnie Six,” she said. “Then he saved my life and I was going to set him free but he wouldn’t let me. He insisted on staying with me until I had earned back his slave price—fifty thousand credits.” For some reason the price echoed in her head, bothering her. But she didn’t have time to think why.

  “Fifty thousand credits?” Lady Tam-tam raised an eyebrow. “My, that’s much too much to pay for a single slave.”

  “It is,” Trin confessed. “But the slaver who was selling him had accused me to the security Crangs—because I punched him when he wouldn’t stop using the collar on Thrace. It was either pay his price or wind up on the auction block myself.” She cleared her throat. “Also, he was going to kill Thrace right in front of me. I paid the price to save both of us—I had no choice.”

  “So…you paid that ridiculous price, doubtless using up your pitiful savings, and putting yourself in the red,” Lady Tam-tam said. “And now, according to Lady Malroth, you have a bundle of Jaxite crystals you want to unload in order to get into the black again.”

  “Something like that,” Trin said coolly. “We don’t all live on a natural deposit of Dream Gas, my lady. I have to make a living somehow. However, as we have clearly failed here, Thrace and I will be happy to leave.” She gave a small, frosty bow and started to withdraw.

  “Wait.” Lady Tam-tam frowned at her. “Don’t go, Lady Trin. I have…a proposition for you.”

  * * * * *

  “What is it?” Thrace stepped forward, putting himself between Trin and their hostess. He didn’t like the greedy gleam in Lady Tam-tam’s eyes, or the fact that she knew all their secrets.

  “I wasn’t speaking to you, slave.” Lady Tam-tam frowned. “However, my proposition does concern you so you may listen respectfully.”

  “I’m all ears,” Thrace growled. He fell back a pace but stayed close to Trin, making sure she knew he was there if she needed him.

  “As I said earlier, I know that you are really from Zetta Prime—that benighted planet where they have no use for males at all,” Lady Tam-tam said, addressing Trin. “And so I assume that what I saw just now in your suite was the first ever time you had allowed a male to taste you and penetrate you sexually.”

  “He…he never really penetrated me. Not with his shaft.” Trin’s voice shook and her creamy cheeks were flushed but she kept her chin high, staring down the older female fearlessly.

  “I know that,” Lady Tam-tam snapped. “But am I correct in my assumption?”

  “Yes,” Trin admitted with obvious reluctance. “Though I don’t see how that’s relevant here.”

  “It’s relevant because I love firsts, my dear,” Lady Tam-tam exclaimed. “The first kiss…the first embrace…the first flush of love and trust that allowed you to surrender to him and let him open you with the phallus…Firsts are tremendously exciting.”

  “As well as embarrassing,” Trin muttered, frowning.

  “You shouldn’t be embarrassed to let yourself fall in love,” Lady Tam-tam said earnestly. “Or to express that love in a physical way. So— am I correct in assuming that you have never been penetrated by a male’s shaft?”

  “Of course not!” Trin exclaimed. “That would be blasphemy—a slap in the face of the Goddess of Judgment!”

  “Oh please! That silly Goddess of Judgment all you Daughters of Zetta are so fearful of.” Lady Tam-tam made a shooing gesture with one hand, as though Trin’s deeply held beliefs were simply ridiculous.

  “There’s a reason we fear her,” Trin said quietly. “She is quick to anger when her laws are broken…and she almost never forgives.”

  “Very well then, enough about that,” Lady Tam-tam said. “Am I also correct in assuming you have never penetrated a male with a phallus—such as the ones I gave out for all to wear tonight?”

  Trin flushed again. “No. I…I have never done such a thing. Nor d
o I wish to.”

  “But you must, my dear.” Lady Tam-tam’s eyes had taken on that greedy sparkle again. “You must either allow your slave to penetrate you and come deep in your pussy, or you must penetrate him with the heart’s blood phallus and cause him to spill his seed that way.”

  Thrace felt sick.

  “The Hell she will!” he growled, glaring at the older female. “Why would my mistress agree to either of those options? One is strictly against her beliefs and the other is…”

  “Something I swore I would never do.” Trin looked up at him, her dark eyes troubled. “Thrace and I have discussed this already. Despite any…feelings that have grown within us as we played our parts, neither of us wishes to be penetrated by the other—it’s not going to happen.”

  “Oh yes it is—if you want to sell those Jaxite crystals of yours and get out of debt,” Lady Tam-tam snapped.

  Trin crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Some things aren’t for sale, Lady Tam-tam. I don’t know how but I’ll manage even if I can’t sell the crystals.”

  “Is that right?” The older female’s eyes flashed fire. “And what if it wasn’t just the crystals at stake? What if it was your pride—your very life and reputation back on Zetta Prime?”

  “What do you mean?” Trin’s eyes were wide.

  “Didn’t I tell you that I researched your past?” Lady Tam-tam demanded. “And in the course of that, I learned all about your family—your mother to be exact. Lady L’zara of Temple Trees—that is the name of your family estate on Zetta Prime, right?”

  “What are you saying?” Thrace demanded. “Are you threatening us?”

  “Not you, my dear Havoc,” Lady Tam-tam purred. “Only your mistress. Lady Trin, how would you like it if the recording I just showed of you and your slave somehow found its way to your mother? And to all the priestesses of your home temple? The ones who doubtless trained you from childhood about how very wrong it is to have anything to do with a male—especially sexually?”