Red Planet: The Slave Queen (Tamarians Book 1)

by Jessica Snow

“Bitch, he'll never serve Ambaris. He'd rather die first,” I groan, crying out again as Neyilla applies the first of the healing sprays. Whatever they were developed from, they sting, and the normal itch of a cut healing is magnified by a million times as the flesh starts to knit together.

  “I'm sure Ambaris has his ways. But as for Tauren, well, after King Joren's unfortunate accident at the hands of Mathias, Tauren's found himself very lucky that he cannot be replaced. He's the only male in his family able to procreate. But we don't need his mind to get his DNA. And Aunt Tauria would prefer it if some of Joren's DNA made it to the throne as well as mine.”

  “You're... you're a monster,” I gasp. The first spray starts, and the burning itch starts, Neyilla chucking as she watches. “You're evil.”

  “You say evil, I say self-motivated,” Neyilla chuckles. “Besides, I'm not the one training him, Tauria told me she's taking care of that herself. She's going to give me a well-trained, ready to marry me husband that will do exactly what I want, and will give me as many children as I want. No worries about my husband losing interest in me like Joren lost interest in Tauria. I'm going to be Queen, while you.... well, I already know exactly what to do with you.”

  “What?” I grunt, forcing my knees to stiffen and stand up as the last of the cuts heal. I'm covered in sweat, I can't see from the pain screwing up my eyesight, but I can be the woman Tauren wants. I can be the Queen he deserves.

  “I'll let you in on another little secret. I know my father has wanted a taste of your sweet pussy since you were a teenager. I have to admit, you were a fun playmate, so I understand his passions. And that red hair of yours, so rare on Tamaria, I admired it and thought it made you especially beautiful. So I kept you from him, I liked having you to myself, and I made sure he never really pushed you too far to give in to him. But, if you hate serving me so much, well.... Neyton's cock still needs a good sucking.”

  “I'll never let him fuck me,” I growl, and Neyilla laughs.

  “Oh yes you will. You won't be able to stop yourself, Audra. You're going to become my father's happy little red headed fuck puppet. We're going to pump you so full of hypnotics and libido drugs that you'll beg on your knees to fuck Neyton. And when he's tired of you, I'm going to use you again. Mathias is mine again, don't you know? So I'm going to pump you full of fertility drugs and have him breed you like the stupid human animal that you are. You're going to be a brood bitch. I'm going to put that beautiful DNA of yours, and his, and make such amazing little fuck babies. I'll keep the best for myself of course, but then I'll offer off the rest to my friends. Your children and your grandchildren are going to be my fuck toys for the rest of my life. Maybe even they'll be the fuck toys of my children. It'd make a great birthday present to my son or daughter to give them their very own Mathias-Audra fuck slave.”

  The madness in her eyes is chilling, but there's nothing I can do. In her words though I find some comfort. She still doesn't know that the drugs don't work on me. And if she doesn't know, Neyton doesn't know either. So I stand, and square my shoulders as best I can, smiling at Neyilla. It throws her off, and I can see the beginnings of doubt in her muddy hazel eyes. “What?”

  “It doesn't matter how many drugs you pump into me, or into Tauren.... he's never going to love you,” I reply, smiling faintly. “You'll never get that out of him.”

  Neyilla's shaken, she's not used to having someone stand up to her without fear, I can tell. She turns, leaving the playroom, screaming in the hallway for slaves to take me to Neyton, and I close my eyes again, offering up a prayer to the heaven and stars that Tauren can resist whatever his mother is doing to him. I believe in my heart that what I told Neyilla is true, they can never tear the love out of his heart, but that doesn't mean they can't hurt or kill him. And I have faith in Tauren, he said he'll come for me. He will.

  “It's your own fucking fault,” Mathias says, and I open my eyes, seeing him standing in front of me with a female sex slave's smock in his hands. They've been designed for easy removal, and even with my hands bound he's able to tie it around my body, closing the shoulders one by one.

  “She said she had you in her service again,” I reply, resisting the urge to want to strangle him. It's his fucking fault we're here, but anger at Mathias is only going to waste my energy. “I didn't know she'd made you her lapdog so quickly.”

  “First thing Lady Neyilla....” Mathias says, pausing in distaste as his conditioning forces him to use the honorific, “the first thing she did was pump me full of hypnotics. When I could finally see again... well, she let me out of my cage this morning.”

  “Cage, huh? You deserve that. You nearly single handedly destroyed the Resistance.”

  Mathias goes over to the wall and gets a choke chain, wrapping it around my neck and cinching it tight. “Deserve it? You deserve what you're going to get, Audra. You're the one who fucked a pinko by your own free will. Now you're going to get what I've been through for half my life. Now walk, or else I’ll choke you until you’re unconscious and drag your ass to Lord Neyton's quarters.”

  Mathias releases the restraints on my arms and legs, and I walk. I've been through so much, but at least there's been no pain in my stomach, Neyilla doesn't like to hurt the stomach area for some reason. Maybe, I pray, maybe my baby is still okay. We mount the stairs to the third floor, climbing step by step up to Neyton's private wing of the estate. He pauses outside one of the doors, jerking me to a stop. “Wait. Before I lock you up for Lord Neyton, let me show you your future. I've got that much free will left at least.”

  “I've seen the sex slave quarters before,” I hiss, but Mathias won't be deterred. He opens the door, leading me inside and through the long way. I see the girls, about a dozen of them that Neyton's currently keeping. They lay about lazily, some of them rubbing slowly to relieve the tension that's building within them as Neyton's constant diet of libido enhancers takes their toll on their minds and bodies.

  “He's got one for any taste he's feeling like,” Mathias notes, leading me past the beds. “All sizes, from lean to fat, short to tall. Hmmm.... she's new.”

  Mathias points and I look, noting the addition of a woman with deep chocolate brown skin. There aren't too many people so dark on Tamaria, and I can see that she still has a glimmer of self-awareness in her eyes. “Please.... help me....”

  “Sorry sister, nobody can help you here,” Mathias says softly, no compassion in his voice, just pity for the bound woman. “You can blame this bitch. Don't worry, she'll be in here soon enough. Lady Neyilla told me to take her to Lord Neyton.”

  A tear trickles from the woman's eye, and she reaches towards me, and I can see the pain in her eyes from Mathias' words. “Please. I can't....” her voice trails off.

  “I know, I've been there,” Mathias says before pushing me forward. He opens the other door of the slave room, leading me into Neyton's bedroom before locking my choke collar to a di-car cable attached to the wall near the double doors to the balcony outside. Stepping back, Mathias shakes his head. “I can't be angry at you forever, part of me does feel bad. If you're willing, I have some advice.”

  “What?” I ask, trying not to spit at him. “How to keep a part of yourself separate from being raped?”

  Mathias shakes his head again, sighing. “I tried that, and while it works, it tears you apart afterwards. Save yourself the pain, Audra. Just... give in from the beginning. It'll hurt more at first, but you'll forget soon enough.”

  I shake my head, standing tall again. “Never, Mathias. You know I can't do that.”

  Mathias shrugs, turning to go. “I can't say I'm upset by that. Have it your way.”

  Mathias leaves, and I stand alone in Neyton's quarters. I can sit down if I keep my back flat against the wall, so I do that for a while, watching as the sun crawls across the sky towards afternoon. When my ass hurts too much from sitting down I stand up again, shaking out my arms and legs. I use some of the movements that Tauren taught me to get the blood pumping again an
d to limber up. If anything it passes the time, and I wait for Neyton to come back. The sun is just starting to go down when the doors open, and Neyton comes in, a bottle of wine in his hands.

  “Oooh myyyy,” Neyton drunkenly half slurs, a greedy grin splitting his face. “My, oh my, Neyilla has given me such a wonderful present.”

  “You'll find out, won't you?” I half growl, making Neyton stop. He raises a finger, like he forgot something, and stumbles over to a cabinet on the far side of the room.

  “I forgot, she warned me that you've lost your training, my sweet. Ah well, while a bit of fight is fun, you're far too dangerous to leave unmedicated,” he says, setting his bottle down and opening the cabinet. He takes out two hypodermic guns, one filled with a yellowish clear liquid, the other totally clear. “These should help you be much tamer. Newest batch, just developed within the past few months. All the obedience, none of the aftereffects.”

  “You think you'll get a chance to inject that shit into me?” I hiss, assuming a fighting stance. “Just try it.”

  Neyton fiddles with something on the side of each gun, then walks over, stopping about two meters from me, and points both the gun with the clear liquid in it. He fires quickly, a medical dart sticking in my thigh, the pain immense as the drug is emptied into my system. While I'm cringing in pain, he fires again, this time the dart sticking in my ass. “I've learned how to deal with fighters before, Audra. Now I wait, enjoy some more of Lord Ambaris' wonderful wine, and then a little pick me up for myself. I'm not a young man any more, you know. A little bit of the libido enhancer is quite fun for me.”

  Neyton walks back over to the cabinet and picks up his bottle of wine, putting the dart pistols away while he waits. I decide to play along, it's my best chance of escape, and stand quietly, squirming from side to side to pretend that the libido enhancer is working on me after a little while. Neyton giggles almost girlishly when he sees me rub my knees back and forth, and I look at him, biting my lip seductively. “My Lord....”

  “Oh, wonderful,” Neyton says, setting the now almost totally empty bottle aside and going to the cabinet. He takes out a syringe filled with the yellowish liquid and takes off his scholar's robe, his flabby, naked body so disgusting that I'm finding it hard to still fake being under the influence of the libido enhancer. Neyton's cock is surrounded by a dense bush of pale hair and is almost hidden by the fat. Still, I fake a deep moan and reach for him, causing Neyton to hum in pleasure as he injects himself in the thigh with the golden syringe, his cock quickly hardening as his breath quickens. “I know I need more exercise, but I think you can help me with that, can't you?”

  “Yes my Lord,” I moan, playing my role as best I can until it is time to fight back. If he'd just unlock me.... “Lord.... please....”

  “Hmmmm, where would be a memorable first time?” Neyton asks, his eyes flickering to the narrow balcony outside. “No... that would be nice, but not this time. I think right where you are at first. Take off your smock.”

  I reach up and unfasten the shoulder snaps on my smock, hoping to distract him. Just unclip that cable, give me a chance....

  No such luck. Neyton reaches for my breasts, and I react instinctually, grabbing his wrist and twisting, my right hand blasting hard into his elbow, dislocating it. Before the pain can set in my right foot comes up and pushes him in the back as hard as I can. He goes tottering forward, his weight, half drunkenness, and surprise not stopping him until his waist hits the railing and he goes over, screaming once as he falls, the scream cut off as he hits the pavement below with a satisfying thud.

  I know I've only got seconds, a minute at most. Neyton has Tamarians who act as his guards, they've got to be running up the stairs right now to find out what happened. I've got to think! Okay, he shot me with the hypnotic and the libido enhancer, I'm naked, but he didn't get his cock inside me....

  The door bursts open, and I'm standing with my fingers rubbing at my clit, moaning in faked lust as I reach for the balcony, the choke chain just starting to dig into my neck. “My Lord, my Lord.....”

  “What happened?” Neyilla demands, the guards looking around. “What happened?”

  I strain against the chain, reaching for the balcony as I moan again, and Neyilla grabs my arm, pulling me back and making me look at her. I surprise her when I grab her face and kiss her hard, shoving my tongue into her mouth as I moan, faking as hard as I can instead of clawing Neyilla's eyes out. Neyilla pushes me back, and I surge against my chain again, reaching piteously for her. “Please, please Lady Neyilla.... please I need it so bad....”

  Neyilla rolls her eyes and steps back, ignoring me as I half moan, half rant just quietly enough to let me listen in. One of the guards goes over and picks up the mostly empty bottle of wine, swirling it around before Neyilla notes the half empty syringe, checking it out while the guard looks for instructions, finally clearing his throat. “Lady Neyilla?”

  Neyilla sniffs the wine bottle again, then nods sorrowfully. “Clean up this mess. I don't want a whisper of scandal. And get my father's body off the damn stones below! If anyone asks, Lord Neyton tripped over his robes as he changed after a long day working for the Noble Council and people of Tamaria.”

  The guards nod, scattering. One of them comes over to me, and I latch onto him, rubbing his chest and nibbling on his ear, reaching down to cup his cock which hardens quickly. It's disgusting, I hate that I'm having to do it.... but it's saving my life. The guard half moans as I squeeze his cock and lick his earlobe, stepping back with reluctance only when Neyilla glares at him. “And the slave, my Lady?”

  Neyilla looks over at me, her nostrils flaring. “Let her stay there until the fucking drugs have worn off. If she wants to work off the drugs with her fingers, let her. Nobody touches her though.”

  The guard looks disappointed, but nods, leaving the room along with all the others. Neyilla pauses before she leaves, and comes over, considering me. “You know, I'm not that upset, Audra. I never loved my father all that much, and with his death, I take his place in the Noble Council. Still... something tells me you had something to do with it, so just stay there, and think about what you've done. We'll talk in the morning.”

  Neyilla leaves before I can say anything, slamming the door behind her, and I take a deep breath, calming myself. Okay, a night standing up or sitting uncomfortably, I can deal with that. I'm not free yet, but there will come a time. Or else Tauren will free himself and come to me, I know it.

  “I love you, my Tauren,” I whisper to myself over and over as the chill sets into the air, and I shiver. Why did Neyton have to go and die with the damn glass door open, anyhow?

  Inconsiderate of him, is what it is. Then again, kicking his ass through a glass door would have been a lot harder. I guess I can't have it both ways.

  Chapter Twenty

  Tauren

  A gilded cage is still a cage I think as I look at the syringe that Mother is carrying as she approaches me. I'm lying in bed, my arm free but the rest of me is strapped down, Mother doesn't trust me enough yet even though she's been using the drugs on me for nearly a week. They're a modification of the hypnotic that she uses on the human slaves, although it worries me more that she has them ready even before I showed up.

  “Here you are, baby, your morning vitamins,” Mother says, injecting the syringe into my arm. They burn, and within minutes I start to feel the effects, the blurring in my mind, but Mogar taught me how do fight this.

  The key, Mogar taught me, is to turn my mind into a memory estate. In each room, I have decorated it with things that are helpful to the function of the room. In the rooms that I store my memories of my academic training, there's bookshelves, not computers but instead floor to ceiling old fashioned books, bound paper that might not be as quick for recalling of facts, but allows me to peruse, to make those cross connections that can help me create new solutions to problems.

  My memories of Audra are in a very special room, with a powerlance, and little things that
I remember from every special day. Here's a leaf from the gingko trees that made up most of the forest surrounding the third camp we were at. Here's the ashes from the fire where I had to pee to put out the embers, and here's a Number Eleven ration kit. In the center is a narrow bed, like where we held each other the one night we were able to sleep each other, and next to it the powerlance that we both wielded to defend the other. That door's currently locked tight, to prevent the drugs from even seeping in the door.

  So far, I've been able to keep the drugs to only certain rooms of my memory estate, and I hope I don't have to let them in any further before Mother starts to trust me again. I set my secure rooms aside and go into the drug filled rooms, letting myself be washed away in them as Mother starts the video that she's made me watch twice a day for an hour each, images of humans engaged in brutal, animalistic acts. Humans fucking, humans degrading each other, humans acting.... disgusting.

  “Now do you understand, my sweet boy?” Mother asks, her jewels gleaming in her skin. She's dressed in a new fashion, a nearly skin tight dress that hugs her curves all the way down to her knees, with a high collar and a diamond cutout around the tops of her breasts. She looks at me tenderly, stroking my hair, and smiles down at me with care and love. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes Mother,” I reply, trying to smile back, but my stomach flip flops. The things I just saw.... disgusting.

  “Good,” Mother says, reaching for the catch on my restraint that was there to keep me from hurting myself. “Good. I think we can let you out of bed some to get some exercise, don't you?”

  “Yes Mother,” I dutifully reply. I'm drawn again to the diamond cutout, entranced by it, but why? It's not Mother, while she's beautiful I'm not sexually attracted to her, but that diamond shape... it's so alluring. I just want to listen to Mother and her diamond, knowing that whatever she tells me is true, and is a good thing for me to do.