“This is a combination of Marvel Cream and a chemical that destroys the hair down to the root. The cloth holds the mixture in place to do its work. When we are finished, you will never have to worry about hair here again.”
Hanna blinked back tears, grieving the permanent change to her body. Somehow it symbolized the hopelessness of ever escaping her fate. But there was nothing she could do about it. She must endure what could not be changed.
When Treena began to smooth the slippery oil into her breasts, it took her mind off what Fawn was doing. Hanna was reminded of Jarrod’s hands on her breasts last night. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Jarrod’s hands caressing her body.
If only it was Jarrod’s hands running along the firm flesh of her breasts. Jarrod’s fingers rolling the nipples into tight little buds. Tingles spread through her body. Longing burrowed deep into her heart.
Soon Fawn removed the cloth from between her legs. “Beautiful,” she said. Treena brought over a bowl of water and Fawn cleaned the area, then spread some more Marvel Cream there. Her fingers worked the cream through Hanna’s feminine folds and warm quivers ran along her skin.
At the same time, Starr was rubbing oil over her legs and feet, massaging the muscles as she did. “You have incredible hands,” Hanna told her.
Starr blushed. “Thank you.” Hanna moaned with bliss as Starr rubbed the bottoms of her feet. Her hands were obviously practiced at giving pleasure. Did she still give pleasure to Masters? She didn’t feel right asking that, but Hanna thought of another question.
“What happens to the other slaves the king tires of?” she asked. “If they don’t come here, what happens to them?” What will happen to me?
“He usually gives his slaves away as gifts to visiting dignitaries or powerful Norians,” Fawn said. “It is considered a great honor to become a gift from the king.”
“Sometimes he sends them to one of the brothels,” Treena said softly.
“But those are the slaves that don’t please him,” Starr replied quickly.
Hanna tensed. What if she didn’t please the king?
“Don’t worry,” Fawn said, still smoothing Marvel Cream over Hanna’s newly bared skin. “You have a responsive body. Your Master will surely be pleased with you.”
“But you three are still sex slaves, right? Even if you work here at the slave station? Do you still have Masters to please? Do you have any choice?”
“None of us have any choice but to please our Masters. Whoever they are at the time,” Fawn said.
“So no slave stays with the same Master forever?” Hanna asked.
“Some do,” Starr said softly. “Rarely, but it happens.”
“But never fall in love with a Master. It’s not permitted,” Fawn said sharply. Her fingers dug into Hanna’s skin. “And never make the mistake of thinking a Master loves you. A Master can be attentive, even seem fond of a slave. But Masters don’t fall in love with sex slaves.” She rose abruptly and crossed the room.
“I think she must have fallen in love with one of her Masters,” Treena whispered.
“Poor Fawn,” Starr whispered back.
That would explain her harshness. If a sex slave never remained with the same Master, no wonder falling in love would be forbidden.
Fawn returned with more oil. “Turn over.” Her voice was soft and musical again.
Hanna rolled over onto her stomach and three pairs of hands smoothed oil onto her skin. Calmness flowed through her system and she relaxed into the cushion. She closed her eyes and an image of Jarrod, his dark skin, his sexy tattoo, appeared to her. His hands on her body hadn’t relaxed her, but made her come alive. Would any other Master do the same? She suddenly felt restless again, even with the treated oil covering her entire body. She shifted beneath their hands.
Fawn must have sensed her unease. “We are almost done with the oil,” she said softly. “The preparations are tedious, but necessary.” She helped Hanna to her feet. For the first time she noticed the erotic brush of air against her bare woman’s flesh. “Now for the collars and cuffs. And some additional work ordered by the king.”
* * * * *
“Marcko says Gaylock left the planet three days ago,” Micah said as he entered the cockpit of the Galaxy.
Jarrod looked up at Micah as he dropped into the pilot’s seat. They’d just gotten the Galaxy out of the repair shop and Jarrod had gone inside to program the coordinates to Ceylon 7. “Hope he goes back to the mines and chokes to death on tranium dust.” He turned back to the nav system. He was almost done. Micah was a gifted pilot, but a little sloppy when it came to navigating. He’d be on his own for this trip, so Jarrod wanted to get the trip mapped out right.
“So what’s the plan?” Micah asked.
Jarrod froze, his fingers on the keyboard. He took a deep breath. “What plan?”
“To rescue the princess.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My friend, I know you too well. She got under your skin and you and I both know it.”
“Nah. She was just…” But when it came down to it, he couldn’t deny she was more than just a sex slave. The princess had been on Jarrod’s mind constantly since the moment he left her behind. Somehow in a couple nights, she’d become much more.
“Then why are you programming the navigation system now?”
Jarrod shrugged. “Just getting it out of the way.”
Micah leaned back in his seat and crossed his thick arms over his chest. “I’m not taking off for Ceylon 7 without you and you’re going to need me to break her out of the slave station.”
There was no reason to deny it. Micah was going to find out sooner or later that he’d be leaving without his navigator. Jarrod sighed and turned away from the control panel. “I don’t want you involved.”
“We’re partners. I have to be involved.”
“I’ll do it myself and get to Ceylon 7 as soon as I can.”
“How are you going to get her off the planet without the Galaxy?”
Jarrod shrugged. “I’ll figure something out.” He already had his eye on a little speeder with light-speed capabilities. He should be able to kick start it and blast off without causing too much of a fuss.
“You’ll need me to break her out of the slave station,” Micah insisted.
“You said that before. I can handle it myself.” It’s not like someone of Micah’s size could sneak around undetected.
“Don’t you ever talk to the slaves you buy for the night?”
Jarrod narrowed his eyes. “No more than necessary.”
“Yeah, that’s you. Man of few words.” Micah stood up. “The king always sends two men to pick up his new slave from the station. They have to try her out. Enjoy her body. Together. Make sure she’s worthy of the king before they leave with her.”
Jarrod’s stomach twisted in a knot at the thought. But he saw what Micah was getting at. “So we intercept these guys and just walk out with the princess?”
Micah shrugged. “Easier to overpower two men than to fight our way out of the slave station.”
“You’re right.” Jarrod’s mind was already running through the possibilities. “Thanks, friend.”
“One more thing,” Micah said.
“What now?”
“According to my source at the station, they’re getting the princess ready now. She’s scheduled to be taken to the king tonight.”
* * * * *
Fawn led Hanna over to a strange-looking chair. The seat was of normal width, but the back was tall and narrow and had small hooks scattered up and down its length. “Please have a seat and we will fit you with your collar and cuffs.”
Treena carried over what looked like several lengths of smoothly rolled silver rope. Hanna would have thought it was the shiny metal that the women were wearing except that it was limp, not rigid like their collars and cuffs.
Fawn lifted Hanna’s heavy hair off her neck and clipped it on top of her head, then took the first length of silver and pla
ced it around Hanna’s neck. Fawn circled behind Hanna and pulled back on the silver rope until it lay snug atop her collarbone. “Our cuffs and collars are made out of a special metal called tranium. Have you heard of it?”
“No.”
Starr handed Fawn a pair of scissors. “Tranium is flexible until it is finished with a sealing device. I can cut the ends to the right length.” She pulled a little tighter and Hanna heard her snip the collar to length. Fawn traded the scissors for a long-handled device with a clamp on the end. “Then I clamp the sealer over the ends. Warning. It will get hot for a moment.”
Hanna could feel the metal begin to warm, starting at the back of her neck and working around both sides until it met in a brief flash of unbelievable heat against her throat. But just as quickly the heat was gone and the collar was solid where it rested around her neck.
Hanna reached up to touch the collar. The metal was smooth and already cooling. When she traced the collar around to the back, she felt a ring attached to the collar.
“The sealing device also forges a ring into the tranium as it finishes it,” Fawn said. “Rings, of course, are an essential part of the collar and cuffs. They can be hooked on all manner of devices and are also designed to attach to each other, so, for instance, your wrist cuffs can be hooked to each other to bind your arms behind your back. Do you understand?”
Hanna swallowed and nodded. Excitement rained over her skin, but it was dampened by the wish that it was Jarrod she was being prepared for. Where was he now? Had he already left Noria for his little trading post in a faraway galaxy?
With the help of Treena and Starr, Fawn quickly measured and secured cuffs to Hanna’s wrists and ankles. They were made loose enough to not scrape against her skin, but tight enough that there was no possibility of them ever slipping off a hand or foot.
“Tranium is an amazing substance. The strongest material known in the universe. Nothing has been developed so far that is able to cut through tranium once it has been hardened.” Fawn reached up and fingered her own collar. “We all will wear the collar and cuffs for the rest of our days.”
“Oh.” Hanna’s breath whooshed from her body. She would forever be marked as a slave. She wasn’t sure how that made her feel. Jarrod had told her she would have to get used to the idea of being a slave for the rest of her life. Perhaps he was right.
Hanna moved her arms and legs, testing the feel of the cuffs. This metal was so much gentler to her skin than the rough metal cuffs aboard the slave ship. They felt like jewelry. Jewelry with a wicked purpose.
“Let’s test them out,” Fawn said. Before Hanna had time to react, Fawn grabbed Hanna’s wrists and pulled her arms behind her, around the narrow chair back. She hooked the cuff’s rings onto the back of the chair. While she was doing that, Treena and Starr each took an ankle and pulled Hanna’s legs apart and hooked the ankle cuffs to the outside of the chair legs. Then Fawn took hold of the ring in Hanna’s collar and pulled her head back, attaching it to a hook on the front of the chair back.
Hanna’s heart pounded as she tested her bonds. Her arms and legs were securely fastened, her head held firmly in place. Bound in this fashion, she would surely be at her Master’s mercy. The thought made her sex pulse and grow moist.
Starr smiled and glanced over at Fawn. She stepped forward and brushed her hands over Hanna’s breasts. “She is beautiful. Her skin is so soft and shiny.” Then she began to pull at Hanna’s nipples, rolling them between her thumb and fingers and then stretching them. While Hanna knew she should be uncomfortable to have a woman playing with her breasts, the erotic sensations, combined with the treated oil, left her relaxed and more than a little aroused.
“Now for the final touch.” Fawn stepped in front of Hanna and held out her open palm at eye level. Two short lengths of tranium in a slightly smaller diameter than what had been used for the collar and cuffs lay in her hand. One end of each piece had been narrowed to a sharp point.
“The king had ordered that your nipples be pierced with tranium rings.”
Hanna shook her head and tried to pull away, but of course, it was useless. The reality of being truly helpless hit her hard. “But none of you have rings through your nipples.”
Fawn shrugged. “It is not our place to question the king’s orders.”
Starr continued to pull and stretch her nipples, evidently getting them ready for the piercing. Hanna no longer received any pleasure from it. She stared at Fawn’s hand and whimpered. The metal seemed nearly as thick as her nipples.
“Don’t disappoint me,” Fawn snapped. “Act like a slave worthy of a king.”
Starr released Hanna’s nipples and leaned close enough to whisper in her ear. “Trust us as you will trust your Master.”
Fawn grasped one of Hanna’s nipples and pressed the sharp point of the first ring against the sensitive flesh. “I’m afraid I can do nothing to stop the initial pain of the piercing. The tranium will not harden if it comes in contact with Marvel Cream while it is still flexible. Treena will have the healing cream ready when I’m finished.”
Then Fawn began to slowly push the point of the ring into Hanna’s nipple. Fiery pain tore through her. She screamed and stiffened her body. “Don’t move,” Fawn said smoothly as she slowly increased the pressure. “I don’t want to make a mistake and have to start over.”
It felt as if her nipple was being torn off. Starr stepped behind Hanna to gently rub her shoulders. Tears streamed down her face. “Breathe. Breathe,” Starr chanted. “Breathe through the pain.”
Hanna hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath. She let it out on a ragged sigh and screamed again. The sharp point finally broke through the other side of her nipple with a pop. Fawn continued to draw the metal through her torn flesh until there was an equal amount hanging down from either side of her nipple. Hanna panted, trying to block out the pain.
“You will look so beautiful in these,” Treena said, watching from behind Fawn. Hanna was glad to see she had a large jar of Marvel Cream in her hands. “A slave with thick, heavy nipple rings will be pleasing for any Master.”
“I’m going to pierce the other nipple,” Fawn said. Hanna wanted to scream at her to harden the first one and get her the Marvel Cream, but she just nodded and winced. Knowing what to expect didn’t help the pain any, but the piercing seemed to go faster this time. Fawn clamped the sealer on one, then the other of the rings, the burning heat barely registering above the raw pain Hanna already suffered.
Finally Fawn turned to Treena and scooped some Marvel Cream from the jar. She coated the rings with the cream and began to slowly pull them around and around through the nipples, adding more cream as needed. The pain soon subsided and suddenly was gone.
Hanna relaxed and blinked away the tears.
“Better?” Fawn asked gently.
“Yes.” Hanna looked down as far as she was able with her collar still hooked to the chair. The silver rings looked huge, but shiny and pretty. They had considerable weight to them but weren’t uncomfortable. The pain was already a faint memory. She couldn’t help but wonder what Jarrod would think about her decorated nipples. Would he think she looked beautiful in them?
She knew she would forever measure any Master against Jarrod. Even a king.
* * * * *
It was easier than Jarrod thought for him and Micah to overpower the two royal guards as they left a tavern they’d stopped at before going to the slave station. Probably celebrating their good fortune at getting to enjoy the king’s slave even before he got her.
Soon the Norian guards were naked and unconscious and locked in a storage compartment on an outgoing cargo ship. Micah and Jarrod barely fit into their black uniforms with the royal insignias, but they arrived at the slave station properly attired and holding the data disc necessary to get the princess out.
They were led to the testing room, and while Micah handed over the confirmation disc to the weasly little Station Master, Jarrod was frozen by the vision before him.
They stood just inside a large room. It was mostly dark except for the spotlight shining on a naked figure in the center of the room. Jarrod swallowed. This was how he’d always dreamed of seeing the princess.
She was kneeling on the hard floor, her hands cuffed behind her back. Her silver collar shone brightly around her slender neck and the thick, heavy nipple rings… Jarrod swallowed again. They were the most erotic things he’d ever seen. A long chain hung between them, the center link attached to a hook in the floor in front of her.
His body hardened immediately, his cock tenting the tight trousers. But even as he imagined plunging his aching erection into her wet heat, an unexpected wave of tenderness swept over him. He wanted to gather her into his arms and rain kisses on her skin. He wanted to hear his name on her lips and then capture those lips with his own.
He took a couple steps toward her. She didn’t react as he’d feared she might once she recognized them, and now he saw why. Blindness patches had been placed over her eyes. Jarrod had heard about them but had never seen them in action. Similar to a two-way mirror, the Master could see the slave’s eyes, her reactions, her expressions, but the slave was completely blinded. She couldn’t see anything through the patches.
He knew he should be paying attention to Micah’s discussion with the Station Master. Everything had to go perfectly for them to get the princess, and themselves, out of the station safely.
Micah walked up to Jarrod. “The Station Master watches the whole thing,” he said softly. “To make sure we put the slave through her paces and that she satisfies us both.”
Jarrod frowned and glanced over to the man, now sitting behind a large desk in the corner of the room and grinning eagerly. He probably opened his pants and pleasured himself while he watched.
“She’ll satisfy us.”
“If not, he keeps her here for punishment and training.”
“So we’re putting on a show? I don’t like this.”
“He won’t release her unless he’s certain she won’t break down,” Micah said. “That she can take whatever the king might want to do to her.”
“She’ll take it,” Jarrod said. He couldn’t wait to prove it. “Let’s go.”
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