The idea had barely occurred to him, however, when he realized that most of the dwellings appeared dark inside. Either the occupants were not there or they were sleeping.
He began walking again, studying each dwelling he passed. Finally, he spotted one where many lights shone from inside and he hurried toward it. He had almost reached the portal to the dwelling when some small, hair covered beast leapt at him from the bushes. The sounds the beast was emitting were almost as frightening as the fact that it kept baring it’s teeth at him and leaping toward him as if it would bite. Whirling, he fled.
Unlike the barbarians he’d met earlier, however, the savage beast chased after him. Yar could not believe the speed the beast was capable of, or the tenacity. The faster he ran, the faster the beast ran. He leapt over large plants, and the beast followed. He bounded over the barbarians’ strange vehicles that had been left idle on the rock path and the beast merely ran around and met him on the other side. Finally, he saw ahead of him some sort of barricade, like the wall of a fort. It was very high and he wasn’t certain he could scale it, but thought if he could manage it that perhaps the beast wouldn’t be able to.
Taking a running jump, he managed to grasp the top of the barricade and haul himself over. He could still hear the beast, however, and since he wasn’t convinced it couldn’t get over, as well, he looked around for a high place in hopes he might escape it. There was some sort of ladder attached to the side of the two story dwelling in front of him, covered with a plant of some kind.
He ran to it and found a hand and foothold. The thing was strangely weak. He could feel it bending under his weight. Fearful that it would collapse any moment and deposit him on the ground so that the beast could savage him, he climbed faster, ignoring the sharp tines of the plant as he raced toward the portal just a few feet above it.
The portal was open, but not nearly far enough for him to climb through. After several frantic moments of clawing at it, he managed to push it open wide enough to climb through.
He found himself in a darkened bedchamber.
He didn’t know whether to be relieved or more unnerved by the fact that the woman who owned the dwelling didn’t appear to have a male slave. There was only one bed, no pallet for a male slave.
Hearing the sound of movement, Yar looked around in panic. Light shone from a crack around a solid portal on one wall that was large enough to be a hatch, though it didn’t look like any hatch he was familiar with. Certain he did not want to face the female until he had time to figure out whether she would slay him for the intrusion or not, Yar looked around for a place to hide.
He could not bring himself to climb back through the portal. He could still hear the rampaging beast outside, just waiting to eat him.
As the hatch began to open, he leapt behind the heavy cloth that covered the portal he’d used to enter, trying very hard to hold his breath so that the woman wouldn’t hear him.
* * * *
Adrianne had had an exhausting day and a very unpleasant evening. She had been thrilled when her boss had handed her the opportunity to entertain the potential new client, certain she could land the account and move up, finally, from junior exec at the company to the position she’d been angling for for well over three years.
Everything had seemed to be going really well when they had started the evening off. Tyrone Blanton had seemed such a gentleman, so open and friendly. She’d been smart enough not to jump right in and give him her spiel. She’d waited until they’d gotten their after dinner drinks, waiting until the moment seemed just right.
When he’d suggested they go up to his suite to discuss business, it hadn’t occurred to her for a moment that she’d been set up … not until she got there, anyway. It was only after they’d reached his suite and she tried to steer the conversation toward business that she’d found out her boss had already landed the client. She had been sent as the main course for his entertainment.
She supposed she could have handled it better. It wouldn’t have been the first time that she’d used her feminine charms to get what she wanted. The thing was, it was generally her idea, and she expected to be rewarded for being willing to go above and beyond the call. It had infuriated her when she discovered her boss had ‘pimped’ her out without even consulting her about whether she was willing or not. Even before she’d realized that, when she’d found out that the account had already been assigned to Harold Snodgrass, she’d lost all interest in seducing the client. She’d totally lost it when she realized she was the sign-on perk for the client.
She was going to be lucky if she wasn’t fired.
Shrugging the dismal thoughts off, Adrianne finished drying off and wrapped the towel around her, tucking one corner in at the top to hold it in place. Despite her preoccupation, she thought she heard movement in her bedroom as she reached for the doorknob. She paused. After a moment, she opened the door a sliver and peered out, but she’d left the lights off in her bedroom. With the light behind her, she could see very little.
Opening the door wider, she looked around the room. Her heart stopped dead still in her chest when her gaze finally settled on the curtains by the window. A man was clearly outlined through the fabric.
Beneath the drapes, two huge, bare feet protruded.
Adrianne thought for several moments that she was going to hyperventilate and pass out where she stood. There was absolutely no point in looking around in the bathroom for a weapon. There was nothing in there that even came close to a weapons grade household object. Unfortunately, except for the lamp, which was all the way across the room, there also wasn’t anything in her bedroom to use as a weapon.
Besides, the lamp was across the room. She knew if she walked past the man standing behind the curtain he would pounce on her.
After a moment, Adrianne backed into the bathroom and picked up the plunger. It wasn’t much, but she thought maybe it beat trying to fight the man off barehanded. Holding it like a baseball bat, she crept toward the curtain. Finally, taking a deep breath, she grasped the fabric and snatched it back.
A wall of bare skin greeted her. Without thinking, Adrianne screamed like a banshee. The man yelped and thrust some strange looking object at her, more in the manner of an offering than in any way that was threatening. Thinking it must be a taser, Adrianne leapt back … too late. The object touched the skin near the bend of her elbow.
Something like fire shot through Adrianne, but it was not the fire of pain. Pleasure exploded inside of her like a nuclear bomb. All the strength went out of her body and she fell into an orgasmic puddle on the floor, every muscle in her body pulsing with the explosion of pleasure that saturated her.
Dimly, Adrianne realized the man was staring down at her, a look of panic on his face and a trace of uneasiness went through her as it occurred to her to wonder if the pleasure only proceeded an equally intense pain.
After a moment, he scooped her up and placed her gently on the bed. “Don’t slay me, Mistress. I beg you. I did not mean to intrude. I was attacked by a beast and only trying to preserve my life.”
It took an effort to open her eyes and look at him. Her body was still wracked by pleasurable quakes, her mind so awash with ecstasy she could barely think. “What was that?” she asked weakly when she managed to stop moaning long enough to speak.
“Some small hairy thing which emitted threatening sounds and kept baring its teeth. I believe it would have eaten me if I had not run faster.”
Adrianne shook her head. She felt as if she’d had a whole year’s worth of orgasms all at one time. “That thing in your hand.”
The man looked down at it in surprise. “It was nothing but my Orgasmizer9000, mistress.”
“Orgas….” Adrianne sat up, shaking off the lethargy from the aftermath of her climax with a supreme effort of will. “What the hell is an Orgasmizer9000?”
The man held the device protectively, as if he feared she would take it from him. Adrianne looked at him in surprise. The man must outweigh her
by a hundred pounds … all muscle. He might have passed for that muscle bound, Austrian born movie actor, or a fullback for some professional football team, except he had long, flowing golden hair. “It’s mine. Mistress Serena gave it to me.” He reddened. “So I could pleasure her if my phallus failed or if she was bored with me. I am … not … a young slave.”
“Mistress? Orgasmizer? What planet are you from?” Adrianne demanded, beginning to feel more like herself, although she doubted she could stand yet. Her legs felt like limp noodles. Her whole body felt weak and shaky.
“Barbron,” he said promptly.
“Bar … you’re kidding, right?”
He frowned. “I was not trained to amuse my mistress with clever wit.”
This was becoming more and more bizarre … as if it hadn’t started out that way to begin with, but Adrianne couldn’t help but feel the man was no threat to her. He could have done anything to her, after all, when she’d been totally incapacitated by the wildest orgasm she’d every experienced in her life and all he’d done was very gently scoop her up and place her on the bed. He seemed afraid of what she might do to him, crazy as that sounded, which seemed to preclude that he had any intention of trying to harm her.
He didn’t look crazy.
“Why are you walking around Las Vegas in your birthday suit?”
He looked puzzled.
“Without clothes? Where are your clothes?”
He still looked puzzled, but now he was looking at her like she was crazy. “Slaves are not allowed to own clothing.”
“Slaves?” Adrianne said faintly. Finally, she stood up and moved to the lamp, flicking it on.
The man stood as she’d left him. He looked anxious, like a big teddy bear of a man--but he didn’t seem to lack for intelligence. Adrianne smiled at him. “It’s OK. Really.”
He seemed to relax fractionally. After a moment, she moved toward him and walked around him, looking him over. He stood perfectly still, as if he was used to being examined in such a way. “So … you’re a slave?”
“Yes, mistress. Bred to serve.”
“You were certainly bred,” Adrianne commented, curbing the urge to check out his bulging muscles. Beautiful didn’t begin to describe the man. He was the most flawless male, at least in appearance, that she’d ever laid eyes on. Which was one of the reasons, among many, that the idea of him being some sort of alien was impossible to grasp. He was clearly human. One absolutely stunningly beautiful male, but definitely built like every other human male she’d ever seen, except maybe better. His cock was a lovely instrument to behold and it was only semi-erect.
“Who do you belong to?”
“Mistress Serena.”
“And where is Mistress Serena?”
He frowned. “I don’t know. Her pod was fired upon by the bar--Earth people and it crashed. I came to help, but I don’t know how to find her.”
Adrianne studied him for several moments and finally moved back to the bed, sitting on the edge. She still felt more than a little weak kneed from her experience with his Orgasmizer9000--which was positively the only thing about her experience tonight that made her wonder if there was, in fact, some truth to the strange man’s very weird tale. As far as she knew, there was nothing like it on Earth--and it occurred to her, forcefully, that if there wasn’t, there was a pure fortune to be made with the thing if she could only get her hands on it. She patted the bed beside her and smiled. “Here. Sit down. You look like you’ve had a very rough night.”
He smiled gratefully and sat on the bed. “Thank you, mistress. Are you going to help me?”
Adrianne frowned. “Why don’t you tell me the whole story from the beginning and then … we’ll see, huh? What’s your name, anyway?”
“Yar.”
Adrianne’s brows rose almost to her hairline. “Yar? That’s … uh … different.”
He frowned, but apparently decided the comment didn’t warrant a response and launched into his tale, finishing with the comment, “Mistress Serena knows it is forbidden to come to this place, but she is the youngest in her family and considered to be wild … I’m not disparaging my mistress,” he added hastily. “This is what her sisters say of her.”
Adrianne mulled his story over for a few minutes. “Her sisters won’t be coming to rescue her, then?”
Yar looked unhappy. He shook his head.
“And you decided to rescue her?”
“Mistress Serena told me I was to do nothing but wait for her return, but I was afraid she would not and I would be left there, on that rock, alone. Will you please help me, Mistress, so I can go home?”
Adrianne couldn’t resist patting his knee. “Poor baby. You have had a bad night, haven’t you?”
Instead of looking affronted, or lascivious, the gesture seemed to comfort him. “Yes. Earth people chased me. And that beast chased me. I have injured my feet and been attacked by tiny, biting creatures. I find this world very confusing.”
He certainly sounded like a fish out of water, poor thing. Adrianne got up abruptly and began to pace the room, thinking.
Yar didn’t move. He merely watched her, a hopeful, and expectant, look on his face. Briefly, Adrianne felt a rush of guilt. All she could really think about was the Orgasmizer9000 that he was clutching with a death grip. Apparently, it was the only thing he owned and he was reluctant to part with it. “I don’t suppose you could pay for my help?”
Yar looked downcast for several moments, but then brightened. “I’m sure my mistress will reward you for your help.”
“What about that?” Adrianne said, pointing. “Would you be willing to trade the Orgasmizer9000 for my help?”
Yar looked horrified but after a moment he nodded.
Adrianne grinned, firmly ignoring his downcast expression. “Great!” She began pacing again, trying to push the marketing ideas crowding into her mind aside so that she could formulate a plan to earn the ‘reward’. Finally, she stopped, examining Yar critically. “The first thing we need to do is get some clothes for you. No way can we blend in with you running around naked as the day you were born.”
Unfortunately, although she had a few cast-offs her ex-boyfriend had left behind when he’d moved out, David had been no more than medium in height and build. Yar would look like the Hulk if she even attempted dressing him in any of David’s clothes.
A quick check of her clock told her there was little chance Darcy would still be up. It was going on 2:00 AM.
It occurred her then that as wound up with excitement as she was, she was also dead on her feet.
“We need to get some rest before we head out. I’m too tried to think straight right now. Where are you staying?”
Yar looked at her blankly. “Staying?”
“Sleeping,” Adrianne said a little impatiently.
Yar looked a little taken aback. “Where ever you will allow me to sleep, Mistress.”
Adrianne blew out an impatient breath, but on second thought realized she really didn’t want him to get too far away from her while he was carrying the Orgasmizer9000. That ruled out the couch in the living room downstairs. What if he decided to sneak away while she was sleeping? She didn’t think he would, but the poor thing was obviously disoriented … if he wasn’t stark mad.
She shook that thought off. He was as tame as a kitten … big as all out doors, but sweet and gentle. “You can sleep with me. No funny stuff, though!” she added warningly.
He looked more than a little upset. “I have told you, I was not trained to perform amusements.”
Adrianne shook her head. “No sex.”
He looked relieved, which Adrianne couldn’t help but find more than a little disconcerting. “It is not allowed unless my mistress orders me to pleasure her guests.”
It took only that. It really had been a very bad day and her nerves, and her temper, were on edge. “Fine!” Adrianne snapped. “I wasn’t going to offer it anyway. But, just so you know, until and unless we find your mistress, I’m your
mistress. Now, get in bed and shut up.”
Chapter Three
If Adrianne hadn’t been so irritated, she would have been amazed at how meekly Yar complied with her order. He crawled into her bed and laid down … on top of the covers. “Not there. That’s my side. Get on the other side and get under the covers. This is the desert. It gets cold here at night, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
When he’d settled, Adrianne tossed her towel off and went to the dresser to find a nightgown. He was watching her, she saw, when she turned around.
“Is this an Earth custom?”
“Wearing nightclothes? Yes, for some of us, anyway. Some people sleep naked, though.”
He frowned. “I meant about you being my new mistress.”
“Oh,” Adrianne looked away. She never had been very good about lying when she was looking directly at someone. “Possession is nine tenths of the law. If she isn’t around to claim you, I can.”
“Oh.” He thought it over for several moments. “Should I sleep then? Or will you require me to service you?”
Taken aback, Adrianne couldn’t think of anything to say for several moments. She considered the offer. There was no getting around the fact that the man was pure eye candy, and she couldn’t help but be intrigued by the idea that he was a ‘trained sex slave’, wondering what sort of marvels he could perform. On the other hand, she’d been so thoroughly sexed by the Orgasmizer9000 that she was more inclined to sleep it off than to try for another orgasm tonight. Still, if he was willing, it might be her one and only chance to try out a sex slave. “Would you like to?” she asked curiously, willing to allow him to soothe her ruffled feathers after the earlier rejection.
He looked startled. “Yes, mistress?” he said after a slight hesitation.
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