Enslaved

  “No,” she said, trying to keep a steady voice. “No, I’m sorry but I can’t.”

  Forcing herself to be hard and cold, she walked stiffly to the bed. There she stripped off the green Yonnie Six gown, tearing the white lace panels in the process and letting it fall in a heap on the floor. She kicked it carelessly aside—it wasn’t like she would ever need it again. Hooking her thumbs in the tiny string panties that went with the gown, she pushed them down her hips. Then she turned to Thrace and spread her arms, showing herself to him. Offering herself to him.

  “Here I am,” she whispered in a voice that only trembled a little. “Come and do it. Before I change my mind.”

  He came to her slowly, his face like a thundercloud. Trin’s heart thudded in her chest but she lifted her chin and met his eyes. If they were going to do this, it would be on her terms and her terms alone. She just wished her pussy would stop throbbing and her nipples would stop tingling. She told herself it was just the passion berry wine working on her but the closer he got, the stronger the urge to reach for him became. Trin could smell his warm, spicy scent—what he’d called his bonding scent—surrounding her. Goddess, how could she want him so much when she knew it was so wrong?

  No, stop it—stay strong! she ordered herself. She got on the bed, naked on her knees with her hands on her thighs. Thrace knelt opposite her in the same position.

  “All right,” he growled. “If that’s the way you want it, we’ll get right to it.”

  He reached between her legs and cupped her pussy.

  “What are you doing?” She started to back away but he shook his head.

  “Un-uh, baby—hold still. You want it over and done with? Fine, we can do it like that. But first I have to see if you’re ready for me. I won’t hurt you just to ease your guilt. If we’re going to do this, you have to be wet enough to take me.”

  “Fine.” Trin gritted her teeth and held still while he spread her pussy lips and stroked her inner folds, testing her wetness. Despite Thrace’s angry tone, his big hand was infinitely gentle as he explored her. She tried to stifle her moans as his long fingers stroked slowly around her throbbing clit, caressing the little bundle of nerves so tenderly she felt like she might scream.

  “Satisfied?” she asked at last, wishing her voice didn’t come out so high and breathy. Goddess, he was driving her crazy! The way he was touching her felt good—much too good. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. Shouldn’t want it at all—any of it. But how could she help wanting him when he touched her like this?

  “Almost. Just need to check if you’re wet enough inside. Can you let me do that baby?” His voice was a soft growl that sent shivers down her spine as much as the sparks of pleasure his gentle, insistent touch was sending through her body. “Can you let me penetrate you with my fingers one more time before I fill you with my cock?”

  “I…I guess so,” Trin whispered, trying not to let the hot, forbidden words affect her.

  “Good.” Thrace looked into her eyes as he slid two long, thick fingers into the depths of her cunt.

  “Ahh!” Unable to help herself, she gripped his bicep to keep her balance as he thrust deep to penetrate her to the core. She could feel his fingertips caressing the end of her channel and she knew that soon his shaft would be there. It felt so good Trin could hardly stand it but she forced herself to hold still and not work herself against the invading fingers as they fucked slowly in and out of her.

  I’m not enjoying this, she told herself sternly. I’m not, I’m not, I’m not! But if she wasn’t enjoying it, why was her pussy so hot and wet for him already? Why did her body react so strongly to his gentle, teasing touch? It’s the passion berries—just the passion berries, she tried to tell herself but she only half believed it.

  At last, Thrace withdrew his fingers. Still keeping his eyes locked with hers, he sucked them into his mouth, cleaning away all her juices. The sensuous gesture made her shiver with desire and Trin wanted to melt in a puddle at his feet—to open herself completely and let him lick and suck and pleasure her until she couldn’t think anymore—until she could only feel.

  But that was wrong. She shouldn’t be enjoying this. Suddenly the images she’d seen in the temple as a girl rose into her mind again—the females on their hands and knees, being taken from behind in the most brutal and animalistic way possible. That was what she deserved for doing this—pain and humiliation. That was what she needed.

  “I hope you’re satisfied now,” she said, trying to keep her tone curt and clipped. “Because I’m ready to get this over with.” Turning her back to him, she crouched on the bed on her hands and knees and defiantly spread her thighs, offering him free access to her naked, unprotected pussy.

  Then she waited, her whole body as tight as a wire—waited for him to take her. To shove the length of his long, thick shaft inside her and fill her with his seed.

  Nothing happened.

  Finally, Trin turned her head and looked at him.

  “Well?” Her voice came out too high again and she had to clear her throat and give it another try. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

  “You asked if I’m satisfied with your wetness.” Thrace frowned at her. “Well, I’m not.”

  “You’re not? But I…you…your fingers…” She broke off abruptly, biting her lip, thinking of how his long fingers had glistened with her juices. How could he say she wasn’t wet enough after seeing that? But Thrace was shaking his head.

  “You’re not ready yet. Just because you’re wet enough to take my fingers doesn’t mean you’re wet enough to take my shaft. It’s considerably thicker, as you know.” He stroked the long, thick ridge of flesh that was clearly visible under the tight black leather trousers he wore. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Maybe I shouldn’t be ready,” Trin said in a low voice. “Maybe…maybe it should hurt.”

  Thrace frowned. “I told you, I won’t hurt you just to salvage your pride or ease you guilt. If we’re doing this, we’re going to do it right.”

  “Fine,” Trin said, lifting her chin. “And how do you propose we do it ‘right?’”

  “Just have to get you a little more ready. Don’t worry, baby—I can take care of it.” His eyes were half-lidded as he leaned down to place a hot kiss on the place where her upper thigh met her buttock.

  “What are you—?” Trin started to get up and turn around but his heavy hand on her back stopped her.

  “Don’t move. I said I can handle it.”

  Suddenly he was behind her on his hands and knees, his long arms wrapped around her thighs to split her wide. Trin gasped as she felt his hot breath on her bare ass.

  She started to close her legs but Thrace nipped her tender flesh sharply. Trin cried out and stopped struggling to shut her thighs.

  “Ow! Why did you do that?”

  “You have to hold still. Surrender to me, baby—surrender completely. Remember—this isn’t your fault and it isn’t your choice. You don’t even want it—I’m only doing it to save your life.”

  “I know.” It was what she had been telling herself but all the same Trin bit her lip, wondering why his words made her feel so sad…so small. The next minute he nipped her again, drawing her out of her reverie. “Please!” she gasped. “What are you going to do?”

  “Going to taste you, baby.” His voice was a low, hungry growl. “Going to lick you open—lick your sweet little cunt until you’re completely ready to take me.”

  “But I don’t think…I shouldn’t let you,” Trin gasped. “I told you, I don’t want it to feel good. I don’t want to come! I don’t….ohhhh.” Her protests ended in a moan as she felt his hot tongue connect with her outer pussy lips and he took a long, slow, leisurely taste between her thighs.

  “It’s not up to you. Not anymore,” Thrace growled, looking up briefly. “So just relax, baby. Relax and let me lick you open.”

  Trin moaned again and writhed helplessly as she felt his hot tongue invade her inner folds. She couldn’t h
elp noticing that he wasn’t calling her “Mistress” anymore. Clearly he was in charge in this scenario and he wanted her to know it. Though she had ordered him to just get this over with, he was refusing to rush their encounter. And though she explicitly told him she didn’t want to feel pleasure, he was doing everything in his power to give it to her anyway. But what could she do to stop him?

  Nothing, she thought, moaning again as he bathed her pussy with his tongue. He’s too big—too strong. There’s nothing I can do but submit and try to get through this. Just like the girls in the pictures they showed us at the temple. But those girls had been terrified and unwilling. Though her situation was a little frightening, Trin couldn’t honestly say she was being hurt in any way. Thrace was simply holding her very firmly as he opened her with his tongue.

  She happened to turn her head and caught a glimpse of herself in the old fashioned mirror hanging on the wall of her cabin. Goddess, was that really her? That naked girl on her hands and knees on the bed, her legs spread and pinned open by the big Havoc’s powerful arms as he pressed his face between her thighs? Was she really that girl pressing back to get more of his tongue inside her, to feel him lick deep, invading her core and then pulling back to bathe her clit gently but firmly with the tip of his tongue?

  It can’t be, she thought half hysterically. That can’t be me! I would never let him…never back to meet him that way…never moan and beg and fist my fingers in the coverlet as he fucked me with his tongue.

  And yet here she was, doing exactly those things as she felt Thrace work on her. She tried to tell herself she was helpless—that he had her pinned and she was unable to move, unable to do anything but spread her thighs wider for his invading tongue and revel in the hot sparks of pleasure it sent through her entire body as he licked and sucked and tasted her so fiercely. But she only half believed it.

  Trin moaned and pressed back against him again as she felt him thrust his tongue deep inside her pussy. His stiff stubble scratched against her inner thighs, causing sweet, sharp little darts of pleasure-pain to shoot through her. And she could feel another, deeper pleasure building inside her…one she wanted desperately to deny but couldn’t.

  Goddess, if he keeps on like this he’s going to make me come, she thought wildly, trying in vain to hold back the desire she felt overwhelming her. But I can’t come—I can’t take pleasure in this. It’s wrong…so wrong…

  Wrong or not, his hot tongue lapping and sucking her pussy, tracing her folds and lashing her clit one moment, then invading her entrance to fuck her as deeply as he could the next was getting to be too much. Trin felt the need growing inside her and knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. She was going to come and there was nothing she could do about it.

  “Please!” she gasped, as she felt herself tilting over the edge. “Please, I can’t…I don’t…don’t want to come!”

  “Too fucking bad.” Thrace’s voice was nothing but a low, animalistic growl and then he pushed forward again and redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking and tasting her until Trin couldn’t stand it anymore.

  “Oh…Oh, Goddess!” she cried as she felt him grip her thighs and press as deeply as he could inside her with his tongue. The sensation was too much and suddenly she was coming—coming so hard she saw stars exploding before her eyes.

  “Ahhh!” The orgasm crashed into her, making her stiffen as her clit throbbed hard against his tongue. Her whole body felt unbearably tight as sparks of unwanted pleasure coursed through her body like wildfire. But after the sharp peak, a wave of weakness overtook her. She slumped, her head hanging low, panting for breath and if Thrace hadn’t been holding her up, Trin was certain she would have fallen over. As it was, he had to hold her in place until she regained her strength.

  “How was that, baby?” he growled softly, stroking her back with one big, warm hand as he curled the other arm around her waist to support her. “How did it feel?”

  “You…you made me come.” Trin’s voice sounded weak and too soft in her own ears.

  “Damn right I did. It was the only way to get you ready.”

  “And…am I ready now? Ready enough for you?” Despite the need to get this over with, she could hear the trepidation in her own voice. Goddess was she really going to do this? Was she really going to spread her thighs for his shaft and allow a male to penetrate her?

  The answer came back at once—what choice did she have? Even now, she could feel the passion berry wine burning through her veins, demanding that she give in to the inevitable, that she allow the big Havoc to quench the fire in her blood in the only way he could. To deny the need would lead only to a horribly painful death and Trin didn’t want to die—especially not in agony.

  I’m not brave enough, she thought grimly. Not brave enough to let death overtake me even if it would be the right thing to do.

  “Well, am I ready?” she asked again when Thrace didn’t reply.

  “You’re ready and so am I—ready as I can be, anyway.” He stroked her bare ass gently with one big hand. “Sure this is how you want to do it though? Face to face is better for controlling penetration…and I’d like to look into your eyes while I take you. While we take each other…”

  For a moment Trin was tempted. She wanted to see the emotion in those blazing, silver-blue eyes as he entered her, wanted to watch the pleasure and need on his face as he filled her completely, sheathing his shaft to the hilt in her tight, virgin pussy…

  No—you can’t let yourself enjoy this! she told herself sternly. You can’t get any more pleasure than you already have—it’s wrong. It’s all wrong!

  “This…this is the way I want it,” she said firmly, turning away from him and spreading her thighs a little wider. “It’s…the only way I want it.”

  “Fine. Don’t want to look at me while I fuck you—is that it? Don’t want to know that it’s me filling you up, a former slave who was defiled over and over again defiling you…”

  “I never said that,” Trin protested, whipping her head around to look at him, wide-eyed. “Thrace—”

  “You didn’t have to say it.” He shoved her thighs even wider apart and got between them, raising himself on his knees to fit the head of his shaft against her bare pussy.

  Trin shivered as she felt the broad head of his cock slide over her swollen folds and find her entrance. Oh Goddess, here it comes! And I’ve made him angry with me—he’s not going to take it easy…this is going to hurt!

  Good, whispered the vindictive little voice in her head. It should hurt. Betraying your beliefs shouldn’t feel good…it should be painful.

  She tried to brace herself, fisting her hands in the bedspread and biting her lip hard. Here it comes…here it comes…

  But when it happened, it didn’t hurt at all.

  “Easy, baby…” Thrace’s big hands caressed her back and hips as he nudged gently into her, allowing only the thick head of his cock to breach her entrance at first. “You’re trembling,” he murmured. “You know you don’t have to be afraid of me. We’re going to take this slow…going to ease you into it. You’ll see.”

  “I…I…” Trin didn’t know what to say. Part of her wanted to shout that she didn’t want to take it slow. That she needed it to hurt, or at least not to feel so damn good. But the only thing that came out of her mouth was a low moan as another thick inch of his cock eased tenderly inside her.

  “Slowly,” Thrace murmured, still stroking her hips. “So slowly, baby…” She expected him to stop going slow—to thrust the rest of his long shaft into her at any time. But rather than thrusting forward, he pulled her back against him, using her lips for leverage to draw her onto him.

  Trin gave a low gasp as she felt herself gliding closer to him, moving as smoothly as silk and taking his thick shaft effortlessly into her body.

  “Ahhh,” she moaned softly as he pulled her closer, impaling her gently but firmly on his long cock. “Ahhh, Goddess…oh, Thrace…”

  “Gently, baby,??
? he whispered in her ear. “Take it in nice and slow and easy, just let yourself open up and take it all…take me deep inside you.”

  Trin felt her body doing exactly that. Her inner walls stretched wide to accommodate him but it wasn’t a painful stretch at all. Instead, she felt only the deep, delicious pleasure of letting him fill her at last.

  “Gonna bottom out inside you any minute, baby,” he murmured in her ear, pulling her back against him and shifting them on the bed. “Gonna fill your sweet pussy completely with my cock. Is that all right?”

  “I…I guess so.” Trin could barely talk. “Oh!” she moaned as she felt the broad head of his cock come to rest at the end of her channel. “Oh, Thrace.”

  “That’s right—all the way in you now. All the way inside your sweet, wet pussy,” Thrace growled in her ear. “Look for yourself and see.”

  Trin’s eyes had closed involuntarily in pleasure but now she opened them. Looking down she realized that he had raised her from the hands and knees position she had insisted on. Instead, he was resting on his knees and she was sitting in his lap—in much the same position they had been in while sitting in the swinging love chairs at their first feast at Dreaming Hills.

  Only this time he’s inside me—really inside me! Just like Needra let her slave thrust inside her! Trin looked down between her spread legs at the place his thick shaft was piercing her and a rush of shame and desire so strong she could barely breathe seemed to overtake her.

  “Goddess, Thrace…” she whispered brokenly.

  “Look at it—look at us in the mirror,” he commanded, growling softly in her ear. “Watch me fill you, baby. Watch me fuck you.”

  Trin’s eyes flew to the mirror on her wall and she felt as though she was melting inside. Who was that girl with the creamy brown skin and the long black hair? The girl seated on the huge Havoc’s lap with his thick shaft piercing her to the core? Her breasts were heaving as she panted for breath, her nipples tight and berry dark with need. Her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure she couldn’t deny and her pussy was filled completely with her male’s thick shaft.