Authors: Mackenzie McKade
Seth nodded and they exited the room.
As they walked down the cobblestone sidewalk, Tor offered more of the rules on Zygoman. “Part of training is to strip a slave of all comforts. A slave is more receptive to a Master when they rely on them for the littlest of needs. Therefore, your slave’s request to use the trans-communicator was denied.”
Seth almost tripped over his own feet.
Son of a bitch
! She was still attempting to contact her lover. Consideration and sympathy for Chastity disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Rage was alive and moving through his veins at top speed. It was time to teach her a lesson. 47
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Chapter Five
A narrow brook of sparkling blue water weaved its way from one end of the garden to the other. From where Chastity sat in the grass she could hear a waterfall pounding in the distance. All along the banks of the creek, yellow trumpet-like flowers on long green stems arched as if seeking a drink. Giant birds of paradise with large bananashaped leaves and orange and blue flowers added to the Eden-esque atmosphere. It was peaceful here.
Passion Flower stroked Chastity’s hair, the caress having a calming effect. Her voice was low, soothing. “To submit is to yield control.”
“But I don’t want to submit or lose control.” Chastity picked a daisy and began plucking its petals. To lose control was a weakness she couldn’t afford.
“There is joy in serving another. A spiritual rebirth when you subjugate yourself to a Master.”
Disbelief was on Chastity’s lips. Surely she wasn’t hearing this from another woman. “Joy? You’re joking? Happiness is to be paraded around like a sex toy and to be humiliated and disrespected by a domineering man? Joy?” she repeated. “Passion Flower, how can you stand to be subservient to that—that barbaric Tor Thorenson?”
Chastity crushed the remainder of the flower in her palm and then tossed its crumpled remains.
Passion Flower hesitated, her hand stilling. “He is my husband. I love him.” She spoke soft, firm words that left no room for skepticism. If there had been a breeze in the air it would have blown Chastity over. The sex king of Ecstasy Island was married? And this gentle creature was his wife? Okay, so the world had slightly tilted off balance. But then again, this whole day had been a scene from the
Twilight Zone
.
“Please accept my apology for my rude comment,” Chastity said with sincere regret. Who was she to judge another? Hell, at least Passion Flower had the man she loved.
Through long, dark lashes the woman peered up at Chastity. “Tor told me of your first meeting.”
Yeah
, and Chastity’s nipples and ass still ached from that meeting. Slender fingers again began to comb through Chastity’s hair. “He only wished to help you adjust to your role. He is a loving and gentle man.”
Chastity’s jaw dropped. The woman couldn’t possible believe what she was saying. Then Passion Flower smiled, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “But he can also be an ass. And if you tell him I said so I will deny it.”
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Both women broke into giggles. Their laughter was quickly squashed when they were jerked to their feet by two pairs of strong and angry hands. Shawn and Terrance both glared down at Passion Flower.
“Your Master will not be happy with you.” Terrance spoke harshly to the Asian woman, while Shawn firmly held Chastity.
Passion Flower cast her eyes downward. “Please forgive me, Master Terrance. We were awaiting you and—and Master Shawn. It is our desire to know how you want to proceed…we seek only to please you.”
The men glanced at each other, and then in unison they released the women. Passion Flower had been quick with her response and the two muscle-headed men had bought it—hook, line and sinker. Chastity started to shake her head in disbelief. When she saw Passion Flower’s warning expression, she refrained from further verbal or nonverbal comment.
Men were stupid. Just stroke their ego and they’d buy anything. Maybe this little bit of knowledge would be useful in this crazy world of testosterone and machismo.
“Have you taught this wench anything?” Terrance’s demeaning glance from head to toe sparked a fire in Chastity.
Her fingers curled into fists. “No, she hasn’t. But one thing I have figured out
on my
own
is that this planet is overrun by a buttload of egotistical men high on themselves.”
So much for stroking the male ego.
Instead, she found herself quickly subdued, facedown on the ground, Terrance atop her. Her body bucked, struggling to get free. But the more she fought, the tighter his grip. Forcibly, her arms were pulled behind her, ankles bent back resting on her buttocks, and then she felt something cool twining around her limbs. Chastity let loose a scream of fury as he released her and stood.
The damn man had hogtied her.
She squirmed, tugging against the ropes that held her ankles and wrists. “Bastard, let me go!” And then as if the humiliation wasn’t enough, Seth and Tor arrived with the crew of Voyeur II in tow.
Okay, now what was she supposed to do? The air filled with tense silence. Seth just stood there like a statue, his eyes agape.
“
Seth
, make this cocksucker let me go!” She wiggled, trying to get loose, but only succeed in baring her ass to the cameras focused on her. Regaining his composure, Seth calmly faced Terrance. “My slave has offended you.”
Wide-eyed Chastity glared at Seth. “Are you fucking
mad
? Look at me.”
Deliberately, he ignored her. “What punishment would you feel appropriate for her disgraceful behavior?”
Ohmygod
! Seth was putting her right into the man’s hands. “Wait just a fucking minute. My contract is with Voyeur II and you not this—this
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cushiony grass was quickly turning into a hard bed of concrete. Her muscles were stretched tight and aching. And the cameras riveted to her ass put a new meaning to the words indecent exposure.
Seth looked toward the cameramen, shook his head, and sighed. “Again, she insults Master Terrance.”
“Seth,” her tone was a low, threatening growl.
Using his name as an admonishment was the wrong thing to do. Kneeling, he grasped a handful of her hair and jerked her head back so that their eyes met. “You are my
possession
. The sooner you accept it, the sooner we can experience pleasure. But for now, you will treat each of these men with respect. And, why?” he snarled. “Because it pleases me, and you are here to please me.” Releasing her hair, he stood and faced Terrance. “Now, how would you like to punish my slave?”
This can’t be happening
. Chastity shifted against her bonds. She had to give it to Terrance. The man knew how to tie a knot. There was no play at all in the ropes.
“For slave Chastity I choose the chastity bell. She is to wear it during her lessons and orientation this evening.”
Did he say bell or belt
? wondered Chastity.
Whatever, it didn’t sound too bad. Visions of the crude belt used in the Middle Ages for abstinence came to mind. The image quickly vanished when Passion Flower brought him a satin pillow holding something that looked strangely like an erect penis, but it wasn’t any bigger than two inches.
“Master Seth.” Seth took the miniature dildo Terrance offered and approached Chastity.
Chastity winced at his touch. “I’m
warning
you, Seth, don’t do it.” The caveat was issued through clenched teeth.
“Shut up, Chastity, or I’ll cram it in your mouth. Now roll on your side and spread your knees.” His languid tone made her stiffen.
“And how exactly do you expect me to manage rolling over?” Sarcasm lifted her voice. Her position left her helpless. A position she loathed. Too many times over the last two years she had found herself helpless.
Harshly, he pushed her over to her side. She groaned at the sudden movement, but was thankful when he placed himself in front of the cameras. Still, she knew the audience would feed off her humiliation like pond-sucking scavengers. When Seth’s hand slipped between her thighs, nudged past her thong, spreading the folds of her pussy, Chastity thought she’d die a slow death. Twice in one day. She’d dreamt of Seth’s touch throughout the years. But never had she imagined this. His fingers probed and then slid between her nether lips. No way could she halt the shower of damp pleasure that flowed into his hand.
His breath faltered, betraying his desire.
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Satisfaction tipped the corners of her mouth into a smile, a smirk that vanished when she felt the cool, metallic dildo slip inside her. Immediately, the small foreign object began to move, shaping to the walls of her sex. The solid mass was like liquid mercury, contorting, thrusting and filling her. Then it hardened and began to vibrate, plunging deeply. Her sheath gripped the invader, welcoming its presence. Terrance’s deep, menacing voice was the last thing she needed as she fought against the tantalizing effect the bell was having upon her. “The bell is devised to heightened sensation.”
No
fuck
! Her pussy throbbed. Her body was aflame, reaching a level of stimulation she’d never before experienced so quickly. She desperately craved release, but not in front of the cameras, not in front of Seth. So she fought the inevitable. Terrance’s thumb and forefinger gripped her chin lifting her forward and slightly off the ground. Fiery eyes met an almost demonic grin, making a sliver of fear shiver through her. “But…” he hesitated.
Oh, no, not the dreaded “
but
”. She arched her back, straining against her bindings, the man’s grip and her growing need to climax.
“It will keep you
from
fulfillment.” He released her chin causing her to fall back. An unladylike grunt squeezed from her throat. “You’ll beg for your Master’s touch before the night is over,” he said, amused. Then he reached down and untied her. Seth,
hell
. She’d almost let
Terrance
screw her, if he could ease the devastating need between her thighs.
Sprawled on the ground, she wanted to stretch her sore limbs, but her body convulsed as shards of lightning shot through her sex. She held her breath, bracing herself for the climax of a lifetime. So close, so very close to the zenith. Then…
ZAP
!
All sensation disappeared. She moved her hips, flexing her inner muscles, searching, reaching. Frustration rose like steam from a boiling pot of water. She repeated the movements, still nothing. She was an empty shell. No trace of the object lodged inside her remained. Only a cold numbness lingered, the sense of sexual pleasure unfinished. The devastating experience left her bereft and feeling a deep sense of loss, a miscarriage of desire. But at least it was over. She climbed to her feet, refusing to acknowledge Seth’s presence or the chuckles from onlookers. Gathering her aplomb, she brushed grass from her ass. Just one more humiliation to put behind her, she needed to focus on the training and get through this horrible nightmare one way or another.
At least, that’s what she thought before Terrance said, “Master Seth, stimulate your slave.”
Chastity’s body went ramrod straight as Seth’s sinewy chest pressed against her bare back. She arched away but not before his palms closed around her breasts. Immediately, her breasts grew heavy, her nipples tingled and warmth flooded her pussy. And that little dildo appeared once more, growing, thrusting and filling her. 51
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Thrown back into the violent sea of passion, she arched into Seth’s kneading hands, felt his arousal burn into her back. Hot, hot, hot…
God
, she needed to feel him plunging between her thighs.
As if he sensed her need, one hand abandoned a breast and caressed its way down her stomach, pausing atop the thong. When his fingers slipped beyond the leather, dipping into her heat, her knees buckled. He gripped her tight against him, saving her from falling, succeeding in driving her higher. A whimper made her cringe. She was pitiful as her pussy sucked on his finger begging for more. Then…
ZAP
!
Nothing.
She couldn’t feel his hand on her breast teasing her nipple. She couldn’t sense his finger invading her sex.
Nothing…absolutely nothing.
Frustration hit a new level as she flung herself from Seth. Whoever had developed this little torture toy should be strung up by his balls. Surely, the inventor was a man hell-bent on tormenting a woman, an ex-wife, an ex-girlfriend or perhaps an ex-fiancée.
“Be forewarned—” Terrance’s eyes sparkled with mischief, “—you cannot remove the chastity bell—any attempt will set it off. Only the hand that implanted it can dislodge it. Therefore, obedient behavior will be rewarded. Disobedience will be punished.”
A colorful metaphor perched on the tip of her tongue preparing for flight when she caught the warning in Seth’s eyes. She gritted her teeth, forcing back the words. She truly tried, but they slipped out anyway.
“You
son of a bitch
!”
Chastity was magnificent in her fury. Seth’s cock tightened in appreciation. A bolt of energy, she glowed vivaciously as she stared up at her tormentor. Her five-foot-teninch frame looked small against the formidable man. Yet, if looks could kill, he knew Terrance would be dead. Hell,
he’d
be dead.
Still, Chastity needed to learn submission. Only then would she come to accept him as her Master. Only then would he be revenged.
She stood—proud, defiant—even when Seth grabbed her arm, dragging her aboutface and bringing her nose-to-nose with him. He stared into her icy blue eyes.
“Apologize.”
The men operating the Voyeur II cameras moved in for a closer shot of her bold resistance. Their smiles revealed their delight, the bulge in their pants their arousal. Fire sparked in her eyes at his command.
Her chest rose, skimming across his, lighting the fuse to his desire. Heavy breathing kept her breasts in motion, her taut nipples poking against the thin material of her bustier. He couldn’t stop himself. His head dipped and his mouth closed over a peak. 52