Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) (31 page)

“Good morning,” Thrace
said, addressing the slave who was typing rapidly on his left forearm with his
right hand. “My lady Trin needs…ah
equipment
for tonight’s feast.”

“Forgot your phallus, did you?”
The slave looked up from his tapping. “What size do you need?”

“Um…what sizes do you have?”
Trin asked. She had a mental image of being forced to walk around with an
improbably huge rod strapped to her crotch—probably the bigger it was, the
greater the wearer’s status. How awful! “I mean, most likely the smallest but—”

“All right, my lady. It’s not
uncommon for a mistress not to know her size.” The slave nodded at Thrace.
“Come on—let’s see what you’ve got.”

“What do you want him to do?”
Trin asked blankly. “How can he tell you what I should use?”

“Well he
can’t
really tell me. But he can
show
me, if you know what I mean.” The slave winked at her in a way
that made Trin most uncomfortable. “I mean, we all know how mistresses aren’t
supposed to allow their love-slaves to penetrate them. And yet
somehow
the size of the slave’s cock is
almost always the size phallus she needs. So come on—let’s see it.” He reached
across the table and twitched the black loin cloth that covered Thrace’s
shaft to one side. What he saw made him give a long, low whistle. “Well,
extra-extra large it is, then, Mistress.”

“Hey! Hands to yourself, you
bastard!” Thrace
made a snatch for his wrist but the slave was too quick. He was back across the
table and pulling open a black velvet bag before Thrace could catch him.

“Here we are, my lady. One
extra-extra large phallus for your pleasure to wear at the Feast of Male
Submission tonight.”

He drew a shining metal
contraption out of the bag and handed it to her. Trin turned it this way and
that—at first her eyes couldn’t make sense of it. It appeared to be two long
shafts attached in the middle with a bumpy gold disk.

“I don’t understand,” she said
examining the gleaming, curved surfaces. One end was clearly ornamental—it was
smooth and gold with fine markings drawn in red and black on its shiny surface.
It was fairly slim and very sleek and stylish—if such an implement could be
labeled stylish, that was. The other end, however, looked like it was meant to
be all business. It was thicker than Trin’s wrist and deep scarlet, made of
some shiny material as dark as blood. “What is this?” Trin asked, frowning as
she examined both ends.

“Oh—the material? The one side
is gold—that’s the end you use on your slave. Well, if you want to, I mean.
It’s not required,” the slave explained helpfully. “And the other side is
carved from pure heart’s blood. It’s a very rare stone from Caprax Five—quite
valuable but you may keep it. Lady Tam-tam says to consider it a ‘party
favor.’” He tittered and winked at her. “It’s both useful
and
pleasurable—it warms to your body heat and stimulates you as it
moves within you.”

“Within
you?” Trin began to get a very bad feeling
in the pit of her stomach. “What do you mean
within
you? Where…where are the straps to hold it on?”

“Oh, no straps are needed, my
lady,” the slave answered. “Once the heart’s blood end of the shaft is inserted
into your…
ahem
…womanhood, it remains
in place no matter how, ah
vigorous
your
activity, until you choose to remove it. It’s intuitive, do you see? That’s
what makes it so rare and valuable. Oh—and the bumps on the central disk are
pleasure-givers. They’ll stimulate your
outer
areas Your…
ahem…
love button so to
speak.”

Through all his chatter, only a
few words had made it through to Trin’s brain.

“Inserted
into
my…womanhood?
This?
”
She stared at the thick, blood-red shaft curving from the bumpy golden disk.

“Well…yes, my lady.” The slave
looked perplexed. “That’s how you wear it. Haven’t you ever worn a phallus
before?”

“I…I don’t…” Trin was almost
speechless.

“My lady doesn’t need this.” Thrace
took the strange device from her and dropped it into the slave’s hands.

“Oh yes she does,” the slave
countered, trying to hand it back. “If she wants to be properly dressed and
admitted to the feast tonight. No mistress will be allowed in without one, I
can promise you that.”

“Very well,” Thrace growled. “Then give us the smallest
you’ve got.”

“The
smallest?”
The slave looked as though he couldn’t believe it. “But
you know, the heart’s blood stone is so
valuable
.
Most mistresses are choosing to take an even larger size than they normally
would just so they can have a more costly souvenir to take home.”

“I don’t give a good
Goddess-damn about any of that,” Thrace snapped. “Give me the smallest
you’ve got
now.”

The slave shrugged his narrow
shoulders.

“As you wish.”

He put the huge double ended
phallus back into its black velvet bag carefully and then reached for one on
the other end of the table. It came in a light blue bag and when he pulled it
out, the heart’s blood end was a bit shorter and much more slender. This one,
Trin estimated numbly, was barely as big as two of her fingers put together.

“Here you go.” He tried to hand
it to Trin but she stepped back from the table, her hands behind her back.
Shrugging again, he gave it to Thrace
instead. “Good feasting, my lady,” he told her. “And if you wish to break in
your new phallus, may I suggest you do that soon. The festivities begin early
tonight.”

Chapter
Twenty-three

“Goddess…” Trin paced around the
vast room, her hands still clutched behind her back. Thrace sat on the sleeping
platform, the light blue velvet bag held loosely in one large hand and watched
her. He couldn’t recall ever seeing her so agitated.

“Mistress?” he asked, concerned
at the wild look in her eyes. “Trin?”

“I can’t…” She paced back and
forth, her long scarlet dress rustling as she moved. “I
can’t.”

“I understand,” Thrace
said gently. Honestly, he had expected nothing else. She’d been raised in a
religion built around being unpenetrated—unsullied by allowing herself to be
filled. It wasn’t surprising that the teachings of her childhood still had a
vast influence on her—Thrace
still remembered the things his own Sire had taught him so many years ago.

“But if I don’t do it…” She
stopped pacing for a moment and looked down at her hands. “If I don’t wear it,
I’ll never sell those damn crystals. I won’t be able to make the last payment
on
The Alacrity
…or pay my crew…or buy
enough fuel to do another mission. If I don’t wear it, I’m screwed—figuratively
speaking.” She gave a jagged laugh that worried Thrace even more. “And if I
do
wear it I’m
literally
screwed. Looks like I’m screwed either way.”

“Come here.” He laid down the
blue velvet bag on the bed and reached out a hand to her. “Come here and let’s
talk about it.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”
But she came to him anyway.

“We’ll find a way to make it
work.” Thrace
took her small hands in his—she was cold, he noticed—probably with shock. He
rubbed her hands gently, trying to warm her up. “We have enough fuel to make it
to the nearest station. I can get some work there—I’m a hell of a mechanic when
I have to be. We’ll earn enough eventually.”

Trin gave that bitter laugh
again.

“
Eventually
. But the payment on
The
Alacrity
is already past due and the interest is mounting up.” She sighed.
“I guess I could ask my mother for credit…but I don’t want to do that. I’ve
never borrowed from anyone. I make my own way.”

“I respect that about you,” Thrace
said evenly. “All right, so let’s talk about the other way. Tell me about your
religion. Do you believe you’ll be damned for all eternity if you allow
yourself to be penetrated?”

“Well…no.” Trin shook her head.
“No, it’s not like that
exactly
.
Really, if you go by the letter of the law it says that only allowing yourself
to be penetrated by a male’s shaft is blasphemy—an affront to the Goddess
herself.”

“What about being penetrated in
other ways? With other objects or…” Thrace cleared his throat. “Other
body parts?”

“What…you mean like…fingers?”
Trin’s creamy cheeks went dark with a blush.

“Or the phallus.” He nodded at
the blue velvet bag where the hated implement rested. “Is that forbidden?”

“Well…not forbidden
per say
but if it happened—if I wore
it—I could certainly no longer call myself one of the Unpenetrated.”

“And how important is that to
you?” Thrace
asked. He wanted to know for his own curiosity too—not just the situation at
hand. “How does it affect your life? Is there some kind of grand parade or
celebration back home on Zetta Prime where all the Unpenetrated get to march
down the street waving flags or something?”

“No, of course not.” Trin gave a
startled little laugh and he was glad to see the agitation fading from her dark
eyes. “Nothing like that—it’s private. I mean it’s just…it’s between you and
the Goddess.”

“And do you believe the Goddess
would never forgive you if you lost your status as one of the Unpenetrated?” Thrace
asked.

“Well…I mean, it’s not like all
daughters of Zetta Prime are called to it…” Trin hesitated, nibbling her lower
lip in a way Thrace
found distractingly erotic. “Most of them pair up with another female and they
penetrate each other with long silver rods for sexual pleasure. If they
want
to—it’s not required or anything.
Some of them prefer…other forms of stimulation.”

“So most the females who pair
up,
they’re
not Unpenetrated and the
Goddess of Judgment still loves them, right?” Thrace asked.

Slowly, she nodded. “Well…yes. I
mean, she doesn’t really
love
anyone.
It’s more like…she approves of you.”

“So if wearing the phallus won’t
damn you to the Seven Hells and no one back home will ever know about it, then
why not just wear the damn thing?” Thrace asked reasonably. “I mean,
it’s only for one evening, right?”

“I suppose…” Trin bit her lip
again. “It’s just…”

“Just what?” he said gently.

“Just that…Goddess, I feel like
such an idiot saying this.” She sighed and ran a hand through her long, dark
hair. “It’s just that what if it
hurts?
I
mean, I’ve never had anything up there before. The daughters of Zetta prime
don’t have any kind of barrier—what they call a maidenhead—like they do in some
species. But still, we’re very
tight
and my entire life I’ve been taught I should never put
anything
up there and I just…” She sighed and sank down on the bed
beside him. “I guess I’m afraid. Stupid, huh?”

“Well, coming from the female
who was brave enough to walk into the Demon’s Eye by herself…” Thrace
began.

“Like I said, stupid.”

“No. Uncertain.
Cautious.
And there’s nothing wrong with
that.” He took her hand again and laced their fingers together. “What if I told
you I could help you wear it without pain? That I could put it into you and
give you nothing but pleasure, no matter how tight you are?”

“What? How?” Trin frowned. “Do
you have some kind of ritual?”

“A ritual?”

“Yes. Before they make a life
bond, females on my planet have an entire ritual they go through to get each
other ready for the silver penetration rods. Is it something like that?”

“Well…not
exactly
like that but…
”
Thrace frowned,
trying to think the best way to put it. “Look, with any female, the key to not
hurting her when you, well…when you penetrate her, is getting her ready first.”

“Ready? As in…?”

“As in
aroused.”
He looked into her eyes. “You need to be hot—sexually hot
enough to take the shaft inside you without pain. I can help you with that.”

“I…” Trin was back to nibbling
her lip. “How?”

Thrace
shrugged. “Mostly by doing the same things
we did last night. Sucking your nipples…rubbing your pussy.”

“Oh, um…” Trin’s creamy cheeks
were growing dark again.

“But in order to absolutely
guarantee you have no pain, you’ll have to let me go a little further than
before,” Trace murmured.

“Further…how?” she whispered.

“Well, rubbing your pussy won’t
be enough. I’ll need to taste it—taste
you
—too.”

“You will?” Was her breathing a
little faster? “Why?”

“I have…compounds in my saliva
that will help you open.”

“You do?” Her eyes widened. “Is
that some kind of a Havoc trait?”

Thrace
nodded. “It is. You may have noticed I’m
not exactly…small.” He nodded to the area between his thighs. “Well, no Havoc
is. So to compensate and ease the way for any female we make love with, our
bodies produce chemicals that help even the tightest and smallest female open.
It’s not that unusual—some of the Kindred produce similar chemicals for their
females.”

“But in order to do that…to help
me open…”

“I’d have to lick you. A
lot,”
Thrace emphasized. “And not just on
your outer pussy. I’ll need to put my tongue deep inside you.”

“You’re sure that’s necessary?”
Her voice sounded soft and breathless.

Thrace
nodded slowly. “It’s the only way to be
sure you can open with no pain.” He tried to speak nonchalantly, as though it
was no big deal. As thought the idea of spreading her creamy thighs and licking
her sweet, wet pussy while she moaned and trembled under his tongue didn’t make
him hard as a rock. “Also,” he murmured, “It’ll be a good way to get you used
to penetration…a good way to work up to wearing the phallus.”

“Get me used to it? How…how
exactly do you mean?” She was definitely breathing faster now and the warm,
feminine scent of her arousal was filling the air around them.

“What I mean,” Thrace said in a
low voice, looking into her eyes, “Is if I penetrate you very softly and
gently, first with my tongue and then with my fingers, you’ll be much more open
and ready to take that damn shaft inside you too.” He nodded at the blue velvet
bag.

“So…you don’t just want to put
the phallus in me. You want put parts of yourself as well.” Trin frowned but
her heartbeat was galloping—Thrace
could hear it. He was so attuned to her right now he felt like he could have
heard her breathing a parsec away.

“I want to work you up to it—get
you ready for it. Remember, you’re going to be wearing it all night. You need
to feel comfortable and open before you put it in,” he reminded her.

“And you’re sure you’re not just
offering to do this because you want to…to touch me that way. To
taste
me?” Trin looked skeptically at
the hard ridge of flesh which had risen under the black loincloth covering the
opening in the crotchless black leather trousers he wore.

Thrace
cupped her cheek. “Baby,” he said softly.
“I honestly want to help you through this. But I’d be lying to you and to
myself if I said I didn’t want to get on my knees and worship your pussy with
my tongue. Because that’s what it is,” he went on before she could protest.
“Worship—a
sacrament
. To my people,
anyway.”

“I thought the Havoc didn’t
bond,” Trin whispered breathlessly.

“We don’t. Well, we
try
not to.” Thrace sighed. “But when we taste a
female, we take it very seriously. Many of my kind believe it is an offering to
the Goddess—the Mother of All Life. I know you think of it as some kind of
blasphemy but to us it is the ultimate act of devotion and worship. If not to
the Mother herself, then to the female we adore.” He lifted her hand and placed
a slow, hot kiss in her palm. “Plus, we absolutely fucking
love
to do it.”

“Why?” Trin asked, her voice
trembling a little. “What pleasure could you get from it?”

“The pleasure of having a
beautiful woman spread out before you, her most tender and intimate places
exposed, her sweet pussy wet and trembling and ready…” Thrace licked his lips, picturing
how Trin would look in such a situation. “Then, the first taste…the drag of
your tongue across her cleft, the sweet, salty flavor of her juices…the way she
moans and gasps when you trace her clit with the tip of your tongue…when you
press lower and thrust it inside her…”

“Oh…” The word was a long sigh
escaping her lush lips.

“The way she trembles under your
mouth as you bring her to the edge,” Thrace continued, unable to stop
himself. “The way she pulls your hair and begs and calls your name when she
gets close…and the way her pussy gushes with honey when she comes under your
tongue.” He let out a low growl of desire. “There’s nothing like it in the
universe. Nothing I’d rather do.” He looked at Trin. “I’d like to do it with
you. Will you let me?”

* * * * *

Trin looked at him uncertainly.
Those hot, forbidden words he’d been saying had made her feel shaky inside—like
everything from the waist down had turned to molten lust. She’d never been
affected like this by anyone before. No one had ever made her feel weak with
need, just by talking to her.

But
he’s a male! You shouldn’t do this—you know it’s wrong!

She knew the guilty little voice
in her head spoke the truth. But… it sounded like letting him taste her was the
only way she could wear the heart’s blood phallus inside herself without having
any pain. And considering how tight and tiny she was, Trin honestly felt like
it was necessary.

Riiiiight.
And that’s the
only
reason you want
to do it,
the little voice
murmured sarcastically.

No, not the only reason, Trin
admitted to herself. She looked at Thrace who was sitting there
quietly beside her, waiting to hear what she would say. He was being patient
but there was a lust burning far back in his piercing silver-blue eyes that
made her stomach feel fluttery and strange.

He
really wants to do this,
she
thought.
And I want to let him. And…I’m
going
to let him. After all, it’s not
really blasphemy unless he penetrates me with his shaft. True, I won’t be one
of the Unpenetrated anymore but that can’t be helped. And anyway, it’s only
just this once. After we get finished here I’ll leave Yonnie Six and never
think about what I had to do here again.

She had almost rationalized it
to herself but there was still one thing bothering her. The idea that she
wasn’t only agreeing to this out of necessity.