Sex Slaves 2: Waiting For Yesterday

by Lorie O'Clare

  “We need to get to the edge of town.” Trent Dar gestured for them to keep moving.

  “The King’s men are everywhere.” Dree twisted in Marc’s arms, her naked body pressing against him while her ass slid along his arm. “You two would move faster without me.”

  “And if we leave you here you will die.” Marc knew his tone was harsh, but there wasn’t time to argue, and her squirming was a distraction to his libido.

  Laser fire hit one of the roofs, sending the cheap woven fibers of tree leaves and plastic flying everywhere. Dree screamed and more fire sent part of the wall next to them shattering into airborne pieces.

  Marc almost crawled, with Dree gripping his torso, through the flying debris. “Hold on tight, and be quiet,” he ordered, hurrying toward the backside of the houses.

  “There is our cruiser.” Trent Dar pointed and then looked around them quickly. Without another word, he took off in a full sprint toward the cruiser.

  Marc was right behind him.

  “Where are the King’s men?” he asked after he and Dree almost rolled into the back of the cruiser.

  He had landed almost on top of Dree, but moved quickly to his knees. Trent moved to the passenger seat while the guard put the carrier into full speed.

  Trent began pushing buttons on his porta-comm. “Damn near just about everywhere.”

  “Well, get us the fuck out of here.” He turned to Dree, her wide gray eyes peeled to the front windows, a mask of terror and frustration on her pretty face.

  “We’ve got troops surrounding the city.” Trent Dar looked at him, his coal black eyes so intense they were on fire. “Just say the word and we attack.”

  Chapter Eight

  Dirt flew up against the windows while the cruiser bumped over the uneven road. Marc fought to keep his balance, and more than once Dree fell into him. Her smooth, soft body was too much of a distraction. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, and her round ass felt too damned good in his hands when he gripped her to keep her from falling over.

  With an exasperated sigh, he pulled his shirt from his body and wrapped it around her. “Cover yourself so that I can think about something other than fucking you,” he told her between clenched teeth.

  He saw the teasing smile as her eyes glowed at him, a soft gray that swirled with lust. But her expression remained serious. “With the King’s men all over town trying to catch you, it might be the perfect time to attack him,” she said quietly.

  Marc knew Dree probably had never trained in the logistics of war. More than likely she had never been in a battle in her life. And other than seeing her homeland destroyed, he doubted she had any experience in combat.

  “The King will die. I promise you that.” There was no reason to explain to her his plan. All he would do was offer her assurance that her treacherous life would be no more. He would see to that personally.

  “I will not destroy this town because their King is unjust.” He spoke to Trent Dar, who simply nodded and then turned his attention to the porta-comm in his lap.

  “I’ve got us out of town,” his guard, Rantok, told him. The burly man slowed the carrier a bit, its engines growling underneath them. “We’ll meet up with the first stationed troops here soon.”

  “Dar. Send a message to the King.” Marc leaned back against the side of the carrier, stretching out his legs.

  Dree adjusted herself as well, sitting cross-legged next to him, those soft gray eyes as distracting as her thin willowy, creamy white legs. She hadn’t buttoned his shirt, yet merely slipped her arms through the sleeves and wrapped it around her. Her ample breasts pressed against the fabric. Covering her had done little to keep his thoughts off of how fucking sexy she was. He loved how she had no problem being naked, but at the moment he wished she were a bit more modest. All he could think about was fucking her.

  He turned so he wouldn’t see her. “Let him know that we will attack if we don’t have his immediate surrender. Include the list of grievances we’ve worked up—his demand that the people of Torin pay such a high tax simply because we work harder than most. Let him know we will not acknowledge his leadership any longer.”

  “And say that his treatment of the people in his kingdom is unacceptable,” Dree added.

  “We’ve arrived at the troops’ site.” Rantok glanced over his shoulder and slowed the carrier to a crawl.

  “The message is sent.” Trent Dar closed his porta-comm. “I’ve given him until the sunsrise to respond.”

  Before the suns were even up the next morning, Marc walked through the quiet camp. It had been a restless night. He’d put Dree in a carrier not too far from where he’d camped with his men. Guards were on duty, and he had no doubts she would be left alone, but thinking about her had made it hard to sleep.

  “Dar. Wake up.” Marc nudged the Gren with his boot.

  Trent Dar opened his eyes, his expression alert as if he’d simply been lying there with his eyes closed instead of sleeping.

  “We’re going to head into Lengorc. I want to be there before sunsrise.” Marc moved away from the other sleeping men with the Gren standing, and then following him. “We’ll alert the city officials of our ultimatum to the King. Let them know we will offer protection once we attack the kingdom.”

  “You have no doubts King Sorale will refuse to surrender.” Trent Dar fell into step next to Marc.

  There wasn’t much need to answer. The Gren knew as well that King Sorale would never step down. “We fight with dignity, for honor. A surprise attack would only have caused unnecessary deaths.”

  The Gren nodded. The two of them were cut from the same cloth, which was why Marc had made Trent Dar his right-hand man. Although from Greneen, Dar believed in fighting for a cause, and not for monetary gain.

  “King Sorale will plan a surprise attack.” Trent Dar stopped next to Marc, outside the carrier where Dree slept. “He won’t care who he destroys in his attempt to keep the throne.”

  “There will be no throne once we are done with him.” Fire burned through Marc when he thought of how underhanded the King might be in his attacks against Torin. “But I don’t dispute what you say. We both know the King will not play fair.”

  The Gren nodded, running his large hands through his black hair while he looked off into the distance. “You make the right move, my friend. All will be better for Benox once the King is removed.”

  “Which will be better for all surrounding planets.” Marc grinned, knowing no matter how loyal his friend was to the cause of Benox, the Gren’s true loyalties would always lie with Greneen, his home world.

  The Gren nodded, moving around the front of the carrier toward the driver’s side.

  Marc would have enjoyed waking Dree a bit differently if time had permitted. She lay on several thick blankets, her creamy white body spread deliciously over the soft bedding he’d provided for her. Long silky strands of white hair fanned around her head. The shirt he’d given her the night before twisted around her body, her adorable ass visible as she lay sleeping on her stomach.

  Her eyelids fluttered when he opened the cargo door and lifted the boxes of supplies he’d prepared for their trip into Lengorc. Sleepily, she watched him for a moment, those large gray eyes of hers slowly taking in his actions.

  “What are you doing?” The sound of her voice, like lazy music taking its time to come to life, sent a rush of energy through him that he wished he had time to indulge in.

  Everything about her, from her incredibly sexy body, to the sultry way she looked at him, set his body on fire. His cock was hard instantly, the desire to feel her heat wrapped around him making it hard to move, let alone respond.

  “We are taking a small trip to Lengorc.”

  “I’ve heard of the town.” She sat up, looking down at herself while she adjusted her shirt around her body. “Some of the merchants visiting the castle would talk about the place. I hear it’s nice.”

  “It has much to offer.” He watched her small fingers work the buttons on
his shirt, almost regretting the fact that she felt the need to cover herself. “If we had more time I would enjoy showing the highlights of the town to you.”

  She nodded, turning her attention to the boxes he’d situated behind the passenger seat of the carrier. The Gren climbed into the driver’s seat, busying himself with loading programs, and preparing the computer for their journey.

  Marc finished organizing the supplies he wanted them to have, and then climbed into the passenger seat. They pulled out of camp silently, the guards on duty nodding solemnly when they drove by.

  The first sun barely hovered on the horizon when they arrived on the quiet streets of Lengorc. Dree had moved to her knees between the two seats so she could see out the windows. Her expression didn’t change as she looked at the tall buildings, most of them built from the rich land of the area, giving the stones a dark green shade.

  Marc woke the older man who tended the small inn that he liked to stay at when in Lengorc. After getting them a room and seeing that Dree was safe, he and the Gren made arrangements to see the city officials.

  By midmorning, Trent Dar was off to prepare his men for attack, and Marc entered the nice room he’d reserved, needing to see Dree before he met again later with the Lengorc leaders.

  She stood from the comfortable couch where she’d been sitting, staring out the large windows to the busy street below.

  “This is the most beautiful place.” She smiled, running her small fingers down a chic Bosha tan gown.

  The close-fitting outfit was designed to be comfortable, and was similar to dresses most of the women in Lengorc wore. Made from the thin material woven from the Bosha tail, her sweet curves were easily seen. Marc could only stare at her for a moment, enjoying how her full round breasts pressed against the fabric, her dark nipples visible and hard. The soft curve of her hips, her flat stomach and unmarked skin contrasted the color perfectly.

  See-through fabric was usually worn to allow a lady to show her adorned body, the intricacy of her tattoos giving color to an otherwise plain gown. But Dree, with her pure white skin, made the dress appear more erotic, leaving nothing for an admirer to look at other than the hardened nubs of her nipples poking against the material, and the hint of her shaved pussy barely visible against the tan fabric. Obviously she’d taken advantage of the amenities of the room. He liked how she’d removed the hair between her legs, the smooth skin enticing and very hard to look away from. His cock hardened instantly.

  “Beyond beautiful,” he murmured, moving in on her, watching her gray eyes when they met his gaze. “Where did you get the dress?”

  Color graced her cheeks, while she watched him approach her. “I didn’t have anything to wear.”

  “I know.” He continued to approach her until he stood within inches, the swell of her breasts beckoning him to fondle them. “Where did you get the dress?”

  “One of the maids brought it to me when I told her that my clothes had been lost.” The crimson that appeared on her cheeks made him want to smile.

  He kept his expression serious though while running a finger over the delicate strap that rounded her shoulder. “And how did you pay this maid?”

  Hints of gold sparkled through the gray in her eyes when she looked up at him, her lips moving to form words before she spoke. “Would you have me naked?”

  “It’s a tempting thought.” He traced the strap over her shoulder, the silky material covering her breasts tormenting his fingers. It would take no effort at all to rip the dress from her body.

  “I’ll pay you back somehow.” Dree suddenly looked upset. “I charged it to the room. I didn’t have anything to wear.”

  Marc felt like a heel for not making arrangements for her to clothe herself before leaving this morning. The urgency of their visit had weighed heavy on him though, and all he had worried about was that Dree was safe before leaving her.

  “You owe me nothing.” He reached for her arm instead of her breast, and pulled her to him.

  He had to taste her. The perfumed soaps she must have used while bathing had soaked into her skin, their musky scent drifting around her adding to her beauty. And her lips were so soft and moist. He brushed a kiss over them and she pressed her body against his, her delicate hands reaching for him, leaving trails of fire while they glided up his shirt to his shoulders.

  Dree returned his kiss, her mouth so hot when she opened to him that he swore she would burn him alive. Their tongues met, her cautious curiosity causing a fever to ignite in his brain.

  Everything about her was a contradiction. Her sexual experience surpassed anything he’d ever experienced. He had seen her bound and spread-eagled in a crowded room. He’d seen her move with grace without any clothes on. Yet to touch her, to kiss her like this, her hesitation, her soft touch as her fingers slid over his body, nothing she did gave him any indication she was skilled in the art of fucking.

  Dree leaned against him, every soft curve molding into him. Her warmth rushed through him, feeding the fire that already burned through his blood. His heart pounded with a fierceness he could barely control. The desire to bend her over, glide that material over her sweet ass and drive inside her, overwhelmed him.

  He ran his hands down her arms and then gripped her waist, the sensual narrowness of it made her feel even more vulnerable. He could do what he wanted with her, take from her, control her. The thought of having her do whatever he wanted was a turn-on, more so than he ever realized it would be.

  “I need to fuck you.” He wouldn’t hide anything from her. Not to mention he had a feeling she already knew that.

  “I need you, too.” Her breath was so hot against his neck when she lowered her head and spoke.

  The fact that not only did she want him, but she needed him, drained all the blood from his body and sent it straight to his cock. Here was a woman who fucked whoever she was told. He wouldn’t even ponder on how often she had sex daily when she’d been a slave.

  But she needed him.

  He lifted her, wasting no time carrying her to the adjoining room. The large bed hadn’t been touched. He had requested this room, specifically remembering the bedroom, and thinking the last time he was here how wonderful it would be to fuck a willing lady in it. Never had he imagined it would be someone like Dree.

  She slid down his body, standing in front of him when they reached the edge of the bed. Her gray eyes were glazed with desire, her breaths deep and long, causing her breasts to rise and fall slowly, pressing against the delicate fabric of the dress.

  “I don’t want you to fuck me like you have other men.” He brushed his thumb across her cheekbone, running his hand over her chin.

  Wrapping his fingers around her delicate neck, he lifted her head so that she could look only at him.

  “Don’t fuck me out of some sense of loyalty, or appreciation for saving you.”

  Dree relaxed against his grip, the pulse of her blood, racing through her body, a driving beat against his finger.

  “And I don’t want you to fuck me like you have other women.” The sureness in her tone had him raising an eyebrow.

  “How is it that you think I fuck other women?” he asked.

  “I won’t be just another fuck of convenience.”

  He had read her wrong. Running his hand down her neck, over the delicate bones of her chest, he realized Dree had put being a slave behind her. And she had just put him in his place by saying what she did.

  “Nothing about you is convenient.” He loved how her eyes glowed when she smiled.

  She reached for him then, her small hands gripping his shirt, tugging at it.

  “Nor will I be your slave,” she told him, her eyes focused on her task of removing his clothing.

  She moved too fucking slow. His cock would explode if he didn’t free it from his pants. The confinement would boil him alive.

  “I don’t own slaves.” He watched her unbutton his shirt, and then fan her small fingers through the hair on his chest.

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��Another redeeming quality you possess.” Her quick answers, her quiet wit, made him wonder what kind of owner she had on Poltar. Surely an understanding master who had encouraged his slaves to think for themselves. Marc decided he must have been a good man.

  She looked up at him when her fingers wrapped around the top of his pants. Searching his face, her expression seemed almost innocent. Marc realized that in a sense this might be the first time she had fucked a man because she wanted to. Something inside him stirred, an emotion he wasn’t ready to label. He gripped the sides of her head, combing his fingers through her silky locks.

  “Take my pants off, woman. I can’t stand it any longer.” He sounded like he begged her more than ordered her. What was it about her that made him want to throw himself at her, posses her and at the same time beg her to continue to want only him?

  Dree giggled, the sound almost musical. “I doubt you will break.”

  She lowered her head while he had his hands through her hair, the strands draping over his hands while she looked at what she was doing.

  Marc closed his eyes. Every sensation she offered him, the aromatic smell of her, the way her fingers felt against his skin, how easily she moved against him, everything about her burned through him, singeing his very soul.

  Dree undid his pants, her hands so dangerously close to his cock, yet its confinement enough to make him crazy. Holding still became more of a task than he ever imagined.

  Marc was a trained leader, a warrior since his youth. He had learned to control his emotions, keep his feelings at bay. Yet everything about Dree washed right through years of hard lessons and accomplishments. She was a challenge he wasn’t sure he could meet. Throwing her on the bed, ripping that dress from her body, pounding her cunt until she screamed would be way too easy to do at the moment.