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Authors: Tracy St.John

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Apparently these men did. Cornrows
bowed yet again, as if she was a lady and not a whore. “I am Dramok
Gelan.” He motioned to the psychologist, who duplicated the bow.
“Imdiko Krijero. And Nobek Wynhod.” Another bow.


Nice to meet you.” Dani
felt a bit unreal as she stammered the age-old response.

They rewarded her with those smiles she
wanted to hate. Darn Kalquorians. Gelan looked around the room. “Is
there anything in here off limits for you?”

With effort, Dani shifted back into her
role as sex slave. With her most businesslike tone, she pointed at
the wall where the shock prod and several cutting instruments hung.
“I don’t like extreme pain, and I won’t do anything that leaves
permanent scarring. That’s in my contract, and unlike my agreement
to spend time with you, completely non-negotiable. I don’t care if
you pay off my whole contract. I won’t agree to that.”

Krijero made a face. “We aren’t into
delivering that kind of punishment anyway. What intimate activities
do you enjoy most?”

Dani shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.
You’re paying for this.”

Wynhod skewered her with a look that
made her want to run screaming from the room. He went from sexy to
scary in half a second. “We prefer our partners have as good a time
as we do. Answer his question.”

A sensation of being very small and
helpless came over her. The Nobek terrified her. Something about
him told Dani he brooked no nonsense. But to tell them what she
wanted? The stuff that got her all squirmy inside? Her face heated
with embarrassment. No way she could do that. They’d think she was
a complete freak.


We’re waiting, Danielle.”
Wynhod stressed her name, his cold eyes telling her he wouldn’t
tolerate even the defiance of silence.

Damn him. Dani shifted from foot to
foot. “Well, um…”

Gelan saved her, somehow intuiting it
wasn’t stubbornness keeping her tongue-tied. His arm wrapped around
her waist in a comforting, steady grip. She had a moment of
surprise that she felt so safe, so protected by his touch. She
didn’t try to hang back as he tugged her into motion so they could
walk about the room. “Let’s look at our options,” he
invited.

They passed the table with its
cushioned headrest and soft bindings. Dani remembered one occasion
she’d been strapped down helpless. The customer had only been
interested in his own pleasure, as they all were, but Dani had
climaxed with him anyway. Twice.

Gelan drew her to a stop. “This. You
like being restrained?”

Dani wanted to crawl into a shadowed
corner. She pretended nonchalance but knew she wasn’t convincing in
the least. “Yeah, well it can be fun.”

Gelan’s eyes twinkled. “Indeed. So
hover cuffs? Manacles? The suspension field is also
acceptable?”

Molten lava roiled Dani’s insides and
her breath caught. Helpless with these three? The idea was
terrifying and yet enticing all at once. The way one felt when
being strapped into an insanely looping rollercoaster.

She didn’t miss how the men grinned at
each other. They seemed delighted with her response. Okay, they
didn’t think she was a total freak then. But the expressions of
dark promise made her more nervous than ever.

Krijero murmured, “The suspension field
offers the most options.”

Wynhod stepped close to the wall
studded with straps, floggers, whips and paddles. “You said no
extreme pain. What of light discipline?” He fingered a stiff strap
about an inch and a half wide.

The thought of the massive Kalquorian
strapping her ass, turning her flesh pink then red, stole Dani’s
voice. She could only nod. She felt warm inside, no doubt a fear
reaction. No way being punished would make her hot. “I can put up
with a little pain.”

Gelan’s tone rumbled approval. “Very
nice. Sensory deprivation?”

Dani swallowed and recovered her
ability to speak. “Like blindfolds, gags, that kind of
thing?”


Yes.”

She licked her lips. “I’m good with
that.” Was she ever. Her sex had gone slick with
anticipation.

Gelan’s hand rubbed up and down her
back, his touch both soothing and exciting all at once. “Excellent.
I think we have enough to start with.”

Wynhod left the punishment tools to
confront Dani. “We are used to being in command. Call it a
consequence of our line of work. Can you be obedient?”

Dani bristled at his tone. “Of course.
It’s my job after all.”

As if he didn’t quite believe her,
Gelan added, “We insist on respect. You will not speak without
permission except to acknowledge our orders.”

Wynhod continued, “In that case you
will respond with ‘yes, Dramok Gelan’,” he nodded to the cornrowed
Kalquorian then indicated Krijero, “Or ‘yes, Imdiko Krijero’ or
‘yes, Nobek Wynhod’.”

Dani shrugged. “Sure.” At a cold look
from Wynhod she hastily amended, “I mean, yes, Nobek
Wynhod.”

Gelan squeezed her shoulder. “Good. If
you become too uncomfortable with anything we do, you will say
sholt. That is Kalquorian for ‘stop’.” He paused
expectantly.


Yes, Dramok
Gelan.”


You may strip.”

Dani had been naked more often than not
these last few months, but she’d never felt more exposed than right
now as she removed her outfit in front of the Kalquorians. Her bra
went first, and her already pert nipples tightened to pebbly nubs
in the coolness

of the room. Curious to know what the
Kalquorians thought of her teacup breasts, Dani was gratified by
the enlarging of their catlike pupils and the bulging of their
crotches. Okay, it was nice to know size wasn’t much of an issue
with the aliens.

Dani’s thumbs hooked over the waistband
of her skirt, and she tugged it down. The fabric slithered down her
legs to puddle around her ankles. She stepped out of it and stood
before them, completely nude.

It was a good thing the room was kept
so cool, because she felt superheated under the Kalquorians’
stares. A scent that reminded her of breakfast rolls, coated
liberally with cinnamon, wafted across her nostrils. The smell was
that of Sunday morning, lazing in her canopied bed with 800-count
sheets with a good book before the obligatory trip to the Church
for two hours of haranguing that she couldn’t keep her attention on
no matter how loud the priest became. The sweet, cinnamon waft was
a good, safe aroma.

Dani hadn’t felt safe in a long
time.

Gelan took her hand and led her to the
suspension field’s base. She stepped up on it and waited their
pleasure.


Field, scan and enable on
Earther only. Confirm Kalquorian non-influence.”

A robotic voice issued from the
platform in Dantovonian. “Confirmed. Containment effective for
Earther only.”


Raise subject seven
inches.”

The sensation of air thickening around
her always made Dani tense, as if by its weight it would become
impossible to breathe in. The illusion of solidness around her
didn’t impede respiration however, and she relaxed after a moment.
She could even move, if sluggishly. She elevated until she was at
eye level with Gelan, who was the shortest of the oversized
trio.

With grins of sheer lascivious
deviltry, the three men arranged her suspended body to their
satisfaction. They stretched her arms over her head and slightly
back so that her breasts thrust up and outward. They pulled her
legs wide, making her open and vulnerable. Maybe a bit too
vulnerable. Dani couldn’t help but squeeze her thighs closer
together again.


No, little fighter. This is
how we want you.” Wynhod’s voice contained warning, but humor
danced in his eyes as he spread her open again. “Freeze subject in
place,” he commanded.

The atmosphere solidified around Dani’s
helpless body, holding her like a pinned bug. No matter how she
pulled and strained, she couldn’t move. She was completely at the
clan’s mercy.


Very nice,” Gelan said,
stepping back to view their handiwork.

Wynhod put his hand between her legs to
cup her hairless mound and found her sloppy wet. He grinned hugely,
erasing most of the menace he wore. “She does like this,” he
reported to the others. As Dani trembled against the heat of his
touch, he added, “Not repressed at all.”

The mostly silent Krijero drew close
enough that she could feel the warmth of his body. He stroked
Dani’s hair, his fingers gentle. “She’s nervous though, aren’t
you?”

Who wouldn’t be? Dani swallowed and
answered, “Yes, Imdiko Krijero.”


Easily remedied,” he said,
his voice soothing. Or at least it was until a pair of long,
needle-thin fangs descended from the roof of his mouth to appear
behind his more Earthlike square teeth. Dani shrieked and fought to
free herself from the suspension field as Krijero’s head darted
forward and he buried the fangs in her neck.

As she broke from her first scream to
draw breath for the next, Gelan’s deep voice filled her ears.
“Easy, little Earther. He’s injecting you with an intoxicant. It
will make you feel very, very good.”

Dani screamed anyway. The damned thing
was biting her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he kept those
terrible rattlesnake fangs buried in her flesh. She was going to
die at the hands of a Kalquorian, as so many other Earthers had.
And she’d put herself in this position, put herself at their mercy,
screwing up yet again.

Wynhod’s soft voice pierced her panic.
“Dani, you’re all right. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. You’re going
to be just fine.”

Calm intruded on her senses, pushing
the terror back. It sapped the fear away. Her body seemed to …
sing. She stopped screaming to evaluate the warm surge of dreamlike
pleasure. It was as if she’d drunk really good champagne, her mind
going as bubbly and effervescent as the most expensive bottle. Oh,
this was nice. And Wynhod was right. The fangs in her neck didn’t
hurt at all anymore. She couldn’t even feel them. All she felt was
the solid muscled frame of Krijero against her. The thick press of
his iron sex against her mound was a heady aphrodisiac.

The Imdiko’s mouth left her throat, and
he smiled at her. Gosh, he was gorgeous. Adorable even in his
rumpledness, if you could call a nearly seven-feet tall behemoth
adorable. “All better now,” he told her.


Oh, a whole lot better,”
she breathed. “Really, really good. Thanks.” She suddenly
remembered their earlier orders. “Oops! Sorry. I forgot I’m not
supposed to talk.”

The men chuckled indulgently. Gelan
patted her rump, and his touch made her insides clench in pleasure.
He said, “We’ll relax that stipulation while you’re under the
influence. The intoxicant in our fangs might make it hard for you
to remember to be silent. Are you nervous at all now?”

Dani tried to shake her head,
remembered she couldn’t. “No. That stuff is pretty good. You should
bottle and sell it.”

Krijero approached her with a
blindfold. “I’ve heard of Earthers suggesting that before. It’s
helped many of your race get past initial objections.”

He slid the stretchy material over her
eyes, shutting her view of them behind a veil of black. Dani wasn’t
sure if she should be disappointed about not seeing the hunky
aliens anymore. But being reduced to sound and sensation and not
knowing what was

coming next was exciting too. The
nervous twist of anticipation made her insides tremble.


Are you all right,
Dani?”


Yes, Imdiko Krijero.” She
was proud she remembered how to answer him properly. It wasn’t easy
when her brain was hazy with intoxication.


What do you say if it
becomes too intense? If you need us to stop?” Wynhod’s velvet voice
seemed to rub her ears. Hell, it seemed to rub her whole body,
bringing all her senses aware. Only the suspension field kept her
from shivering in delight.


Umm … was it sholt, Nobek
Wynhod?”


Very good, little
fighter.”

She warmed at the praise. Coming from
the demanding Nobek, it meant a lot that she’d pleased
him.

A long, silent pause stretched out for
a few moments. The Kalquorians fell so quiet that Dani couldn’t
even hear them breathe. Her skin fairly strained from her flesh,
anticipating being embraced. Still, nothing happened.

Well, they didn’t leave. I would have
heard the door. What are they doing? Just looking at me? Why don’t
they start already?

The longer the seconds spun out, the
more antsy Dani became. The intoxicant sent tendrils of need
throughout her body. She wanted to be touched. She wanted their
hands and mouths on her. She wanted them in her. They were such big
men. Would their sexes be in proportion with their
bodies?

She hoped so.

The thought of their possession made
her anxious with arousal. A whine escaped her throat.


Someone sounds impatient.”
Gelan’s voice, amused.

Krijero: “Rather demanding for a girl
who doesn’t like Kalquorians.”

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