From then on, Sassik fastened her by one cuff to the door. Seemed he didn’t trust her not to leap out of the truck. He said he didn’t want money and he wasn’t trying to fuck her. Yet the intensity when he looked at her made Blue uncomfortable.
A few nights after Peko, they stopped at a camping area where Sassik hoped to trade the big truck for a smaller one. Fires blazed. Headlights dipped and flared across the campgrounds as vehicles drove in. There were strange, blue standing lights.
“Those are waik powered,” Sassik explained. “Waik crystals power many things, including the truck. It’s why I meditate some nights – to recharge the crystals.”
“No gas tank?” That explained why he hadn’t had to get fuel.
He grunted, as if barely curious, and led her to a bare area, tossed down their bedding – a bunch of blankets – and hammered a stake into the ground.
The man meditated to make the truck go. Blue rubbed her forehead. Yet another problem with this world. She didn’t know how to refuel a vehicle.
He kneeled to chain her ankle to the stake.
“I see you trust me not to run,” she said, barely restraining her sarcasm.
“Absolutely.”
Some nights he’d chained her to him.
As he stood, he ran his hand up her leg and she shivered, felt herself clench.
Neighboring men were staring. Going off to pee would be fun. At least Sassik mostly looked away.
“I’d like to pick my own clothes, next time you find a town.”
“So you can buy more discreet ones? No. How can I sell you if men can’t see what they’re buying?” His wink made her glare, until he put a finger to her nose tip. “No.”
She blinked. “Sorry.” A minor surrender. Worth it for peace, for space to let her figure out how to get out of this situation. If she ran, where would she go? That question bothered her more with each passing day.
“Thank you.” Sassik moved his fingertip down to bump over her lips.
They tingled with remembered sensation and she could smell him even after he stepped away. Asking him to keep her was sensible, except he might decide she’d make a great bedmate after all. As if another man wouldn’t.
He went back to unpacking the truck, leaving her confused, horny, and annoyed.
Her sorry was demeaning and his thanks even more so. She wanted not to have to say sorry to this man, at all, ever. She was sure he knew she hated him thanking her.
A whirlpool of amateur mind-fucking was at play. She wanted to stomp her foot and, yes, run away. From everything. From Aerthe. To find one of those portals and throw herself through.
No matter that she’d heard you died going back the other way.
It was easier to say sorry than provoke one of his punishments. She’d suffered those twice more. He delighted in teasing her while spanking her. The feel of his hands on her skin lingered for hours.
If he picked up a cup, a fork, or the hammer he now held, she often found herself watching. Wasn’t just the pain, his hands fascinated her. Was there such a thing as hand porn?
Blue sighed.
They ate a roasted bird and vegetables Sassik had swapped for an animal he’d shot. Living here wouldn’t be so bad if the world wasn’t fucked up, if she wasn’t a slave, if many things.
Sassik lay back against a rock he’d padded with bedding. Their campsite was at the edge of the gathering – less rowdy, and easier to get lost in the dark. To loosen the chain she’d need tools. Blue shifted her position on the grass and prayed the bugs didn’t bite.
“Why do the birds here have teeth?”
“So they can eat?” The nearby waik light showed his eyebrows rising.
“Right.”
Would he answer more questions? The more she knew about him, about Aerthe, the better.
“Where are we going?”
“To the Chasm. And I can see you don’t know what that is.”
Blue shook her head.
“It’s this big...hole in the ground.” He held his hands out wide. “Some say it brings you closer to Aerthe, to her essence, her power. It’s a place where people go to make wishes.”
She snorted, turned her smile into a grin. “Wishes? Like, I wish I had a pony and a big car? Wishes are fantasies.”
“Where you come from, maybe. Here, they sometimes come true. Find a waik crystal at the Chasm and you get a powerful wish.”
“What will you wish for?”
“Whatever I deserve.”
Dumb-ass wish. She couldn’t say that, so she went quiet, pretended to study the rising moons. Their light brightened the ground, silhouetting trees on the far side, revealing details of the trucks. None of them matched – riveted, bolted, welded. Some had odd extra bits, a few had guns attached, like the war trucks at the battle. Quite a few were multi-colored. Perhaps they used up each paint color then moved to the next.
The war against the off-world Mekkers had nearly destroyed civilization on Aerthe. Much of the tech here was borrowed, scavenged, or assembled from both new and old.
“What’d you do on your world, Blue?”
“Um.” Staring might be rude but this was the first time he’d asked about her life, before here. Memories could be a talisman to cling to or a stone to drag you down.
“I worked as an acrobat.”
Incomprehension muddied his face.
“I did aerial circus tricks, on wires, trapezes, stuff like that.” Her mother had been a circus performer. Some of her words came out in English. They mustn’t have equivalents here.
Didn’t they have time for fun?
“Why?” His frown added a deep furrow between his eyes. She had an urge to touch him there.
She really needed to escape ASAP. Maybe a bit of her mind vaporized whenever he spanked her? She’d not be surprised.
“Fun. To celebrate things. People laugh. Clap.” How did she explain this better? “I got paid to do it.”
“I see. Then it must have been good to see. Show me.” He unlocked her ankle from the chain.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
In front of these people? The moons were up high, the tendons on her hands stood out bold.
When a perverse need to shock Sassik arrived, she smirked. She put her hand to the truck, jumped to the hood, avoiding the WILL TRADE sign, then leaped onto the roof. The metal was thick and should hold.
If she caused a fucking riot, serve him right.
Blue did a handstand, felt her little leather skirt flip and the lower edge touch her stomach. Men cheered. Even wrong-way-up she could see Sassik was annoyed at the ruckus. He folded his arms. A man in gray, followed by another man, weaved through the crowd and tapped Sassik on the shoulder, then said something.
As if her performance was insignificant, Sassik stood and half-turned to talk.
Well then. She somersaulted, nailing a perfect ten landing with a bang as her feet hit the roof. Then Blue reached down and untied her skirt, tossed it aside. It fluttered to the ground. There.
No one dared fuck with Sassik?
She’d happily cause a riot. He wanted to keep her. Wanted her to do a show? This was what he got. Petulance and rebellion. She did some more backflips then proceeded to slooowly undo her top while undulating her hips like a snake in heat.
The whoops and whistles reached a crescendo. The tide of men heaved closer.
Maybe this was petty and a little dangerous, but she was up to here with Aerthe, with being owned, with Sassik.
He ordered her down before she could slip off her panties. She did a somersault dismount.
He grabbed her, yanked the back of the truck open, and pushed her inside. Sprawled on her back, she went to rise on her elbows, only to have Sassik wrap his hand about her throat and push her to the riveted floor.
“Ouch,” she croaked, panting in spite of his hold. He wasn’t quite choking her.
“Hurts?”
Bastard. She pursed her lips and slowly moved her head from side to side, as much as allowed. “Nope.”
“Then the gods must want me to choke you today. Lucky for you I traded the truck while you showed off your tits. You pulled in a buyer. So I don’t have time to truly discipline you. He wants this now. He wanted to buy you too.”
“Oh.” Fuck.
“He’s a whoremaster and a perversion specialist. He’d have you on your back, tied upside down, any which way his clients wanted you, probably getting fucked with spiked dildos in both holes, and you just showed him how flexible you are.”
Her face heated.
“I told him no. Get dressed and behave for the rest of the time we’re here.” He paused to check her body, his gaze drifting lower. “I should fuck you for this.”
Squirming her ass almost happened. He wouldn’t, though she wished he would. Didn’t mean she was his, just her hormones were damn well killing her.
When he released her, she muttered scathingly, “Neanderthals aren’t my type anyway.”
“Neanderthals?” he drawled. “Don’t know what that is, but I can see you aren’t cowed.” He grabbed both ankles and flipped her onto her stomach, wrenched her hands from the floor where she’d planted them, and held them at her back.
He stripped her panties to mid-thigh level.
“On your knees. Stick your ass up if you don’t want me to sink myself into your asshole. And that would hurt. I’m in too much of a hurry to bother with lubrication.”
Stunned, she hesitated.
“Move!”
Clothes rustled.
When his cock poked the inside of one ass cheek, she hurriedly pulled her knees up, scraping them on the metal. Sore knees seemed nothing compared to Sassik’s cock reaming her below. The man was big.
His fingers found her pussy and without asking he delved into her with at least two. Slipping deep, fast, then sucking them out. He finger-fucked, pistoning, making her twist and gasp.
Her forehead pressed on the floor. Her moan was involuntary but god, this felt amazing. She needed this.
A bad thing to admit.
He rammed in three at once and she squealed. The liquid sounds of her arousal drove her further into that lust-ruled realm where getting cock was her one and only aim.
The fingers left her then he stuck the head of his cock in just the right spot. Her entrance expanded, slipped around him.
The fractional in-and-out progression of cock teased her. She sobbed then stopped. Don’t. She couldn’t want sex that much. There’d been days of him beside her, smelling of man.
He wanted her, and she him, was it so awful?
He shoved into her some more, but still not far enough, and her pussy, her thighs, tensed.
“Fuck!” She wriggled.
“Going to beg, Blue? Let me hear you.”
Something pushed her entrance wider and she realized he’d wormed a finger in beside his cock. The stretch blew her mind.
“Fuck.” Moaning, with her head to the side, her lips half-kissed metal.
“Can’t hear you.”
He withdrew, paused, then shoved in a tiny distance, barely parting her.
“More,” she whispered.
He released her hands, grabbed her hair, fed fingers into her mouth as he leaned over her. His cock slipped deeper.
Warm breath sifting in her hair. She eyed him, pouting. Nasty man. Though spaced out, Blue was aware of how he manipulated her.
Wet slippery fingers tasting of her. He hooked them at the side of her mouth and she grunted, eyes closing, as cock nudged her again.
The feels...
“Yes. More. Please.”
“You begging me to fuck you, Blue?” He tugged her hair.
A fragment of hesitation trawled her throat before she choked out a “Yes?”
“Finally.”
Then he jackhammered into her, holding her down with little consideration for the hardness of the truck floor, the grit on her face and belly and breasts, or her need to come. She braced herself with her arms plastered to the floor beside her head. The onslaught slid her forward inches, then back, then further forward. After a nirvana of being treated like he was nailing her to the metal, she ended up with her head buried in a discarded blanket. He speared in, as deep as he could go, and she felt the magnificent swell as his cock expanded. He came, filling her.
That precious sensation only a man could create.
Her eyes rolled up and stayed there. Dark here and she liked the languid sensation of drifting.
Panting into the darkness, she decided possession wasn’t nine tenths of the law; it was ten tenths of Sassik’s cock, his cum in her, his hand marks on her aching ass, and her cunt feeling as if a rhino with a steel dick had screwed her in mating season.
Her tangled hair fell over her face as she managed to climb halfway onto her shaking arms and knees.
He levered her all the way up and pushed her around until she kneeled before him. “Get dressed, and clean the floor. The buyer didn’t pay for cum and whatever else you dripped.”
Asshole was on her tongue. Wise, this time, she stayed silent. She hadn’t even had an orgasm. Begging for one seemed likely to result in him actually punishing her. She sighed and resolved to do it herself when no one was watching. The memory of this would keep her in happy, one-handed O’s for days.