Becoming His Slave (101 page)

He needed only to stay calm long enough for his guys to pick off Kirshnov’s men outside. Then there would only be the five men standing around him now, plus Kirshnov.

Trenton pulled the noose of rope from her neck and pulled her from the line of girls. She was limping with each step, something wrong with the bottom of one of her feet. They were filthy and he could only suspect she had cuts on her soles. He looked her over quickly her eyes dilated and other then being filthy and the bruises forming under her bindings, she seemed to be okay so far.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry—” her voice breaking as the sobs broke from her.

“Shhh—” he whispered softly. He couldn’t say much that they wouldn’t hear. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a blind fold and held it in front of her face. “I’m going to take all of this away and the only thing you need to focus on is my voice.” He stepped in closer, whispering in her ear. “It’s going to get very scary in a minute, but you have to trust me…” he placed the blind fold over her face securing it so it covered most of her face so she could not even peek down through the fabric. “I am going to get you out of here, take you back home. You have to trust me okay?”

“Yours?” She choked.

“Yes. Just keep listening to my voice.”

“This one she is a good find. I don’t think I will part with her so soon.” Trenton could detect the mistrust in Kirshnov’s voice. “Perhaps you can just come and enjoy her from time to time. I’d be more than willing to give you a discount. Which do you prefer? I have women for beating and then I have women for fucking. And the price is just right if you want to do a little bit of both.”

Trenton saw Kirshnov’s men taking position in his peripheral. They made the mistake thinking they had the upper hand.

“Perimeter clear. Ready and in position.”
 He heard Diesel in his ear.

Trenton turned facing Kirshnov. “You miss understand, Kirshnov. I didn’t come to buy some time with her or purchase a woman. I came to take back what was mine.” In a swift movement known only by a soldier out to protect, Trenton scooped Katianna up in his arms and dropped to the floor, rolling—one hand went out and opened fire. More bullets rang in, splinter glass over head.

Rolling till he was on top of her sheltering her body. He continued to fire till there was no one standing. His brave little mouse with her fingers fisted into his shirt never made a sound.

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Trenton held her in his arms as they rode in the back of the vehicle, Diesel was up front driving with Fifi riding shot gun. Pedro riding in back with him, his eyes directed more to whoever might try to follow them, but his gaze flickered occasionally to the woman in their boss’ arms with deep concern.

“Trenton?” Katianna whimpered for him.

“
Shhh,
baby I got you.”

“It’s still dark.”

“Shh I know. Trust me baby it needs to stay on a little longer.” A firm hand held her head against his chest filling her ears with the pounding of his heart beat, strong and powerful.

Trenton knew she was still frightened and she desperately wanted the blindfold off so her eyes could tell her she was safe, but he knew it would only burn the nightmare into her memory further, making it worse. The only way to help her now was to keep it on to lure her to trusting him, blind trust would bring her safely back to him and prevent the nightmares that would follow over the next few days from latching onto her forever.

“She’s in shock.” Pedro moved over offering a blanket to wrap her in. And helped as Trenton tore the garbage back from her body.

“That’s not all that’s wrong.” Diesel spoke up, “That place reeked of opium. The girls must’ve been kept doped 24/7 in there.”

“We need to get somebody in there for the others.” Trenton spoke low, not wanting his own concerns to seep into her.

“I already took care of it; Harper was coming in just as we were pulling out.”

“Who’d he bring into this?”

“Put a call in to Johnson.”

“Johnson with the Feds?” Diesel gave him a nod, reflected back in the rearview mirror. “How is it they didn’t manage to interfere?”

“I withheld our location till we had her out—if something had gone wrong, she could have gotten caught in the cross hairs. I couldn’t risk it or you for that matter.”

Trenton took a deep breath and let out a long sigh of relief, hugging his woman tight in his arms. He had her back, his brothers had risked every so not to risk her and she was safe now. He just had to heal her mind take away the memory of that evil place. His eyes closed, his lips lingering around her hair, “Thanks guys.”

“That’s what brothers are for.”

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SIX DAYS LATER

Trenton had nursed and talked Katianna through recovery over the past five days, her body was so saturated from the opium and he’d discovered heavy amounts of ether as well when he ran the blood tests. It was one thing to belong to a life style of mastering and submission where everyone including the Subs were willing participants, quite another to suddenly get sucked into a whirlwind of darkness that looked nearly the same. The presence of evil taking something and twisting it into something far worse till it only fed the out of control sado-masochistic demon with no thought to the servant. He feared she’d come out of this and never recover, never be able to distinguish the two. Her mind and her memories forever damaged.

It took three days for the DT’s to release her body and he spent the next two days replenishing her body with the vitamins and fluids it needed. He never left her side, filled her ears with the whispers of his adoration and gentle commands. Giving her the experience he had always intended for her. His ownership of her body was meant to be a beautiful thing. Something she was willingly complacent to accept, not forced
against
her will. And when she woke in the night from the nightmares, he was there to hold her and kiss away the tears.

Six days
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Katianna lay in bed awake, the early morning sun peeking past the heavy drapes over the window. She turned seeing Trenton’s face snuggled next to hers sleeping comfortably. She blinked hard, letting her eyes adjust to the shadowy light in the room. She was in his home; the large canopy mirror over head confirmed it for her.

How long had she been here?
She rattled her head. She felt like she’d just walked through one of those
Terminator
or
Road Warrior
movie scenes of hell and by some miraculous push of the pen that wrote out her life’s story; she woke up back in her man’s arms.

She felt the sudden rise of panic in her—she needed to be sure it was real. She was really in his arms and safe. Her hands came up to clasp at his shoulders, “Trenton—Dominus please wake up for me—” the tears collecting in her eyes as she begged him to rouse for her.

Trenton heard her voice, he thought for sure it was another nightmare, but when he raised his head to look at her she was looking back, her eyes suddenly overjoyed.

Her hands clasped at the sides of his face, “It's really you. You have me.”

Trenton’s heart swelled, she was awake and coherent and searching for her security. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his chest and he kissed her forehead, "Yes baby. You’re here with me, safe and sound.”

Katianna drew in a deep breath, the warm cologne she loved on him that blended so well with his own musk. She was back where she belonged.

“There were other girls there too—what happened to them?” She whispered against his body.

“They're safe now; we called the feds in as soon as we found you.”

She looked up at him with the pale blue eyes he loved to see. “It was just a nightmare wasn’t it?”

“Yes baby, only a nightmare. And it’s over. You’re safe back in my arms.”

“Kiss me. Trenton let me feel your lips.”

“Did you forget who gives the commands here?”

“I need to know you still want me. That I haven’t been ruined.” Her eyes searching him franticly, “Do you still want me?”

“Nobody takes my slave. Mine, you hear me.” He leaned in delivering the kiss she needed to make that distinction, to fulfill her need for security. Soft and desperate her kiss was, she pressed up for more of him as if she could not feel enough or taste enough of him. He tightened around her further, pressing her into his chest crushing her against him. His head tilting to sink his kiss deeper into her. His tongue tangling with her own, lapping at the taste of her desperate need to know she was still his.

He broke the kiss to reinforce his claim so she could hear it. “You belong to me—you will always be mine. I’m never letting you go. My Life Slave. I tell you.” He kissed her neck and nipped at her ear lobe.

Yet it was far more than that. She made his head spin, made his heart pound out of control and his hands ached to keep hold of her, never wanting to let go.

For now, his fingers pressed between her thighs enjoying the tight press of her muscles. She knew not to move till he did it for her or told her to and then his fingers glazed her folds to part for him, caressing her gently as she gasped beneath his kiss.

“Are you sure?” Her voice almost uncertain, but there was a hint of a tease in there too. He sensed it, saw the need for it in her eyes as she looked up at him. “I distinctly recall you telling me lions mate for six days before their claim is finished. I’m thinking you owe me three more days.” And then the defiant playfulness in her tone was prevalently hot and daring to his alpha male senses. Challenging his claim.

“Well then—” his hand pressed her thigh open and rolled up between them, “we might have to start all over.” He growled as he pressed up on his arms and rolled his already hard shaft against her until he was crushing against her dampening entrance. “Just to be sure.” And he lovingly sank his teeth into her shoulder to restart his claim.

THE END

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About the Author

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Talon presently resides in Tarpon Springs, Florida where it is anything but cold at least 10 and a half months out of the year but can’t say he's gotten out to enjoy much in the past year because he's been too busy writing.

Talon works in the concert industry with staging and production and is an avid collector of several medias of erotica. Including erotic photography and vintage prints to go along with his immense library of Erotica and Dark Fantasy.

Writing has always been an affair creating Fictions of Dark Fantasy and Film Scripts in the Action/Drama and a few Sci-Fi's. It wasn't until he began an ancient history tale that the works turned to the Erotic Genre and has been hooked ever since. In just one year close to 30 book projects have been started, many of which are nearing ready for release.

So be sure to block out some private time on your schedule, because I’m not just going to curl your toes…

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BONUS READ:

Chronicles of the Tourin Assassins

Guy sent Theryn back with a hard boot to his gut, sending him flipping backwards over the bed.

Too many years relaxed in his gluttony. Surrounded by few who could do more then put up a fight, Guy had already measured he was no match for the assassin. Time to play dirty. Movement out the corner of his eye drew his attention for a fleeting moment.
Ah still some life left in her.
The dark beauty like the night born with silky legs. Legs he would have loved to have wrapped around his waist had she not been bait for his attention, but the flicker in the eyes of the assassin who also watched her stagger against the bed was also of some notable interest.
Yes. Yes that it was. She was his
. Such foolish risk for his would-be assassin. Never send bait you’re already attached to.

With an effortless swing of his sword, the heavy blade arced out catching the slender woman’s belly just under the wound he’d already made in her. The sound from the assassin’s throat was answer enough that he’d set a clear path for his own escape and he turned and ran.

Theryn jumped over the bed, skidding across the floor into Lanaisa, folded over on the floor.

He scooped her up, unfolding her over in his arms. A hand brushing her hair clear of her face coaxing her to look at him, “Lanaisa please.” He pleaded with a soft breath. His hand went to her stomach feeling the blood as it gushed and the bowls that wanted out. He snatched her hand bringing it up to press and keep them.

Thane and the others rushed into the room spotting Theryn kneeling down on the other side of the bed. “Brother we must leave!” he called out not fully aware of Lanaisa injuries at yet. But as he came to their side he saw it was not Guy’s body his brother hovered over.

Theryn’s focus never left the woman in his arms, “I won’t leave her.” he argued before he could tell himself to do so.

Thane and the others glanced around bewildered that none of them saw Guy’s body, “Where is Guy?” He asked sharply. It was not like his brother to miss his mark.

“Gone.” Theryn murmured.

“What do you mean gone? You let him get—” Thane’s words skid to a stop as his brother’s hot glare snapped around at him. All hell would be unleashed on him if he dared to finish the sentence. Guy had gutted the woman and fled, Theryn’s attachment to her prevented him to leave her no matter what.

Kozic stepped back to the door that led to the rear passage and listened carefully then  came to their side, “I can hear voices assembling in the halls below. We must clear out before the palace guard have us surrounded.”

“We cannot move her! Not like this—” he paused a fleeting moment. “Her corset. Find the corset she wore in. We’ll use that to keep her wounds together.” He could only hope it would be enough. Hold her together long enough until he could get her out of Vatican City to someplace safe so her body could replicate the damaged tissue. He only hoped the ability of her nanites had not been breached.