Authors: Mackenzie McKade
“Seth?” Chastity’s voice was drowsy and oh-so sexy. It flowed over him like sweet red wine, intoxicating and inviting.
One word had brought him to a dead halt, sent his pulse racing. He faced her.
“Yes?”
Eyes closed, she stretched her long limbs, reaching, her chest pushed out invitingly. Rosy nipples peeking through leather called to him. The vision of sexuality thundered through his groin, promising an exquisite pleasure that heated his blood. Then her heavy eyelids opened, pulling him like a magnet into their depths. Desperation crashed down upon him. He had to get away, break the trance she had over him. But the more determined he was to refuse his desire, the more fierce his need to possess her. He wanted her beyond reason. Past the realm of madness. Chastity rose into a sitting position. Her ruffled hair had that just-been-deliciouslyloved look. Her lips were shaded a delightful pink from his earlier kisses.
“We need to talk.” Such a sweet, guiltless voice, more lies he couldn’t stomach. Seth’s body stiffened. If he didn’t leave now he might never get out whole.
“You had two years to talk to me. The time for talking has passed.” Bitterness was his only hope. Hastily, he headed for the door, allowing the sound of metal sliding against metal to consume him as it automatically slid open at his approach.
“Seth!” Her cry of despair gave him pause. Slowly, he pivoted to face her. She stood before him, her eyes swollen and sorrowful. “Can’t you give me ten minutes?”
Anger knotted his stomach. His body trembled with emotion. “I gave you two
years
.” He turned and walked through the exit, the door sliding closed behind him. For what seemed a lifetime, Seth stared at the metallic barrier—just one more thing wedged between them.
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Chapter Four
As Chastity stepped off the transporter, she saw her four male escorts had already exited and stood impatiently on the transport platform of Ecstasy Island. Arms crossed upon broad chests, an identical frown of displeasure plastered on their faces. Four angry glares pinned directly at her were not a good sign. A bevy of activity bustled around them—teleporters transferring luggage, guests arriving and departing. It seemed like a madhouse to Chastity as Seth waved her to his side. She obeyed without comment, but regretted it when she saw the smirk of pleasure Tor and his minions gifted Seth with.
Their attention was quickly redirected toward the crowd. As if silently ordered, the crush parted and a young Asian woman emerged. An exotic beauty with long black hair, almond-shaped eyes and golden skin gracing a shapely body. A sting of jealousy assaulted Chastity as she witnessed the sexual appreciation in Seth’s eyes. Tor moved away from their party to meet the woman. Without a word, she fell to his feet. With a gentle hand beneath her chin, he commanded her to rise. Then he took her into his arms and kissed her with the passion of possession. The woman returned his ardor, her reaction as intense. Finally, they parted and the two approached Chastity and Seth, the woman several steps behind Tor. Without a word he motioned her to Chastity’s side.
It was then Chastity noticed the sign that read “Master Registry” and at the further end of the platform another that simply read “slaves”.
As Chastity expected, a barrage of Voyeur II cameras were poised and ready to film their arrival. Well, Seth’s anyway, as they surrounded him, bombarding him with questions.
His hand went to his chin, and he rubbed his neatly groomed mustache and goatee, pondering each question asked.
The man had a wonderful profile. The camera loved him, the reporters loved him, and sadly, Chastity loved him, too.
Attention intently focused on Seth, Chastity started when the woman beside her spoke. “I am Passion Flower. Please follow me, slave Chastity.”
Chastity’s brows rose.
Slave Chastity
? Before yielding to the woman’s request, she glanced over her shoulder in Seth’s direction, but Tor had already ushered him through the Master’s entrance, the crew of Voyeur II hot on his trail.
“Where are we going?”
“To prepare your body for your Master’s pleasure.”
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Well, of course.
That would’ve been my very first guess, if I wasn’t wondering why the hell
I’m here in the first place.
A woman, dressed…no,
dressed
wasn’t the appropriate word—nearly naked would be more apropos, stood before the door, her body swathed in chains. Chains used to lift and accentuate particular body parts, but not covering anything of real importance. Passion Flower’s own attire wasn’t much more than a floral printed flap that covered her mons. Her breasts were covered with either body paint or tattoos of exquisite lotus blossoms. Her name was obviously derived from the fruit that induced a dreamy languorous ardor.
Chastity glanced back at the woman draped in chains. “What does this preparation consist of?”
Passion Flower pushed open the door and held it for her to pass through. “You must be washed, perfumed and dressed for your Master’s pleasure.”
Chastity tossed a nod back toward metal woman. “I hope he’s chosen something less revealing than her Master has, or yours, for that matter.”
As they entered a sterile, white room, a bustle of activity buzzed around her. Clearly the women and men of slave status were looking forward to their adventures as they laughed and spoke with each other. Two women and one man openly shared their newly acquired piercings, a gold band through each nipple. Chastity smiled at the thought of the incredible orgasm she had experienced when Seth had removed her own nipple clamps. Then she remembered his abrupt disappearance and her smile fled. Several staff members in togas approached. Immediately they began to disrobe her, despite her initial protests. Off came her skimpy little red leather outfit, then her boots and finally the collar around her neck. Thankfully, she wasn’t the only one receiving this treatment. Several other women and men were being stripped in front of all. No one seemed to be affected by the nudity, except for her. Nervous energy made her shift her feet, taking a step forward that nearly sent her sprawling across a man kneeling at her feet.
Where the hell had he come from
? The man dropped to his hands, on all fours before her.
Bewildered, she looked to Passion Flower for an explanation. The woman smiled. “Slave Chastity, place a foot on slave Henry’s back.” Chastity did as requested and a woman standing to her left lifted her foot and slipped a thin transparent bracelet over Chastity’s ankle. Immediately, it adjusted to fit. The band looked harmless, so Chastity decided not to resist.
“Now, the other,” Passion Flower said, and Chastity obeyed. Again a bracelet was slipped over her other ankle, adjusting on its own. Next, similar ones were placed on both wrists.
Chastity tugged at the band on her left wrist.
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Passion Flower stilled Chastity’s hand with one of her own. “They cannot be removed without your Master’s permission.”
“They look fragile, as if you could tear them off without much effort.” She tugged again, finding them amazingly sturdy. “What are they for?”
“You will see.” Passion Flower guided her to another entrance. When she pushed open the door, Chastity came to an abrupt halt, gasping. A magnificent waterfall cascaded into a pool of crystal-clear water, so pure the bottom was visible. Large, flat, green leaves with flowers that looked like white Moth orchids floated upon its surface. Every few minutes the broad petals would close, and when they reopened a fountain of water sprung from their center. Sand that felt like foam, soft and light, squished between her toes as she entered the garden. The sensation of walking through whipped cream was highly sensual as she strolled to the water’s edge.
“It’s beautiful.” Chastity tilted her head and listened to the sweet song of birds high in the trees. Clusters of tiny flowers that looked like pink balls of fur were sprinkled throughout. Any moment she expected the breeze to lift the flowers high into the air creating a heavenly cloud of velvet catkins.
“Slave Tatiana will bath you.” Passion Flower waved toward the pond. “Enjoy.”
Then she disappeared behind a mountain of rock, covered in moss. The petite women with short dark hair and eyes to match guided Chastity into the water. “Welcome to Zygoman.”
Wide-eyed, Chastity stopped short. “There’s something in the water.” Invisible hands skimmed lightly over her skin, as if she shared the water with a million living creatures. A shiver slithered up her back as her feet began to move toward the bank. The woman giggled. “Synthetically enhanced amoebas.”
Chastity jumped and yelped, “One-celled organisms? Parasites? Like the kind that live off a host?” Panic rose in her throat as she made a beeline to the shore. Sprays of mist went everywhere with her efforts.
She had to get out of the water.
A misstep brought her down face-first, water gushing over her head. She came up sucking in a breath as she choked and spat, gagging at the thought of swallowing the tiny parasites.
This time the woman threw back her head and a stream of laughter burst forth.
“The key word is
synthetic
, manmade.” She helped Chastity to her feet, pulling her resisting body deeper into the bug-infested water. “Everything on this planet is created to stimulate the senses. Here in Zygoman the amoebas have been modified to cleanse instead of feed. We use no soaps, no shampoos—the creatures in the water break down and dispose of impurities. And it’s a great conditioner for the hair and skin.”
Was the woman jerking her leg? “You’re bullshitting me.”
“No, I’m not
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Chastity swallowed nervously. Then she quickly dipped down and began to wash her body. There was no way she’d stay any longer than necessary in the water. Her hands briskly brushed down her arms, but the tiny fingers touching and caressing her most intimate parts made her pause, relax. With a deep sigh, she drifted deeper in the water. The amoebas were casting a spell as they stroked and stimulated, allowing her to enjoy the erotic experience.
Beads of water slithered down Chastity’s body as she exited the pond. Tatiana used a big fluffy towel to pat her body dry. Then she began to towel-dry Chastity’s hair. The woman’s hands were as gentle as her voice. “My mother and father live on Earth with my younger sister and brother. We’re a close family, but when this opportunity arose I just couldn’t resist.”
“Opportunity?” Chastity asked.
The woman’s rapidly moving hands stilled. “Working on a pleasure planet.” Her light, easy conversation helped to put Chastity at ease. Maybe this experience wouldn’t be too bad.
Tatiana spoke so dearly of her family, Chastity wondered whether she could elicit her help. “Tatiana, do you know where I can find a trans-communicator?”
“Slaves are not allowed such luxuries. Our Masters take care of our needs.”
“But Tatiana, I need to call my mother. I haven’t spoken to her in several months.”
The woman paused, and a sense of hope filled Chastity.
Tatiana began to dispose of the used towels in a receptacle close to the door. “I am sorry, slave Chastity, but the rules cannot be broken.”
“Surely it wouldn’t hurt to break a rule for something as important as family?”
Still, the woman replied, “I cannot.”
Disappointed, Chastity knew she had to find another way to make the call. After her bath, Tatiana led her to another room. Here she lay upon a cushioned table, while the strong, large hands of a gorgeous male slave, dressed in the same toga attire as Tatiana, massaged her body with oils and creams. Even her breasts and mons received attention from the muscular hunk.
Tatiana explained that in order to achieve total balance, no part of the anatomy should be ignored. When Chastity moaned, coming as the man stroked her pussy, she knew complete balance had been achieved.
Next, she was perfumed with a fragrance she had never before smelled. In fact, the scent seemed to change every time she thought she recognized its contents. Evidently her confusion was obvious. Tatiana laughed. “Unusual, isn’t it?”
Chastity inhaled deeply. “What is it?”
“It’s a mixture of ingredients guaranteed to heighten arousal. Let me show you.”
With two fingers the woman stroked a path from the hollow of Chastity’s throat to her breasts. The distinctive odor of sex rose.
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“Actually, it’s a conductor. Heat and friction release the incense of your body.” The same aroma arose when Tatiana teased the inside of Chastity’s thighs. It wasn’t a hot, sweaty musk, but a mere wisp, an invitation to touch, to taste. The soft perfume seductively whispered,
I’m ready, take me now
.
Heavy breasts, tingling nipples and a wet pussy confirmed Chastity
was
ready for the taking.
While the perfume was gentle, the black leather outfit Tatiana presented next spoke loudly. It screamed, “Tear my clothes off, please!”
Stiletto heels adorned buttery-soft, thigh-high, black leather boots. Their wild look set off the leather thong and scanty bustier lying beside them. The collar and handcuffs she’d previously worn completed the ensemble.
Chastity briefly closed her eyes in disbelief. “Did
he
choose this outfit?”
Tatiana grinned. “Your Master must be very proud of your figure.” An appreciative gaze raked up and down Chastity’s body. “You are very beautiful. Now, let me help you dress.”
The boots and the thong riding high on Chastity’s hips lengthened her already long legs. The bustier was tight, barely restraining her breasts. She feared that a single breath would release them, revealing her nipples. Still, when she admired herself in the mirror she had to admit that she looked good—damn good.
When Chastity finally exited the bathhouse she felt confident, ready to face anything. Well, almost anything, she amended as she saw Seth and Tor enter the gardens. Stepping behind a statue, she withdrew from sight. Deep in conversation, the two hadn’t noticed her. She breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time today she actually felt relaxed. Now if she could just avoid Seth for the next six days, not to mention nights, she’d be okay.