Chapter Six
Ganza’s snoring drifted down the hallway to Blythe’s room. Although as a couple Xan and Blythe slept together most nights unless he put her to sleep in her cage, she also had a room down the hall that was reserved for when she’d been naughty and was banned from the privilege of sleeping with her Master, or for her afternoon naps, such as today. This room was close to where Ganza slept, thus making her escape a little more difficult.
She slowly sat up, trying to avoid any movement that would make the bed squeak. Looking over at the camera, she paused, staring at it—wondering what she should do with the possibility of Xan watching from his communicator at work. Grabbing her pillow, she pulled it from the case covering it, and, tiptoeing over to it, she tossed the cloth over the camera. She then grabbed another case to cover the camera in the den.
If indeed Xan did check his communicator, he’d know instantly that something was afoot, but he at least wouldn’t be able to see what. She could make up any lie.
I need to come up with one, now!
Stepping lightly down the hall, Blythe peeped into Ganza’s room. Her nanny’s mouth was wide open, snoring loudly on every inhale, her buxom chest rising with every breath. She appeared to be in a deep sleep—or so Blythe hoped. At least for a half hour until she could sneak her way back to bed.
Continuing down the hall, she quickly descended the stairs, not wanting to waste another second being watched by the cameras. She made a pit stop to the kitchen, opening a cupboard that kept her treats, as Xan called them, her reward for being a good girl, or when she was in the midst of her menstrual cycle; he said that they made her more amenable. She rolled her eyes thinking about the condescension of that phrase. The treat wasn’t exactly chocolate, but similar—a bit more bitter but with a sweet after taste, and it seemed to release the same happy feeling that chocolate did.
She held the bag in her hand, wondering how much she should take, especially since she was taking it without permission, and no doubt being recorded. Smiling to herself, she grabbed a handful. She assumed about ten pieces, but then with a dramatic shake of her head, she put all of them back but three. Hopefully, it would give her some brownie points for the disobedience and upcoming discipline session.
It’d be worth it. Blythe looked at the reflection on the wall and noted it was one fifty-nine. One minute. Flinging the bag back into the cupboard, she fled from the room, entering the den and tossing a pillow case over the camera in the corner. She quickly waved her hand over the screen image floating over the desk, entering the password Xan had given her to log her misbehaviors into her punishment log. But unbeknownst to him, she’d also been watching how he made phone calls. She exited her punishment log, crinkling her nose at the black book, and found the orange contact list. Tapping the icon, she said clearly in Pra’kir the word she assumed meant contact and added Commander Rowth Lashat. She held her breath wondering if it would balk at a different voice.
A ringing burst forth from the image, and she stood up dancing in a little circle with her own happy dance. “Yes!”
“Blythe.”
Halting her dance, she put her hand to her mouth, sitting before she would swoon. “Brinley,” she sighed “How I’ve missed you. You look so good since I last saw you. But you’re so thin.”
“I hate the fucking food here. If we ever make it back to Earth, I swear I want to bring a truckload of this fucking shit so that I can maintain my svelte new figure.” Brinley laughed wanly, her eyes filling with tears. “You look good, Blythe. How is he treating you? Are you okay?”
“I am good. I’m treated like a slave and pet. I wear a tail most days, and a shock collar with a buddy anal shocker too. But he’s good to me, and I’ll be having a little girl—Tegan Denisse—soon.”
“What? But you’re sterile, right?” Her eyes widened with shock. “Oh my God, I’m so happy for you!”
“Xan took some of my uterine tissue, and with their medical technology, he made a baby with my cells and his sperm. She’s beautiful. And with their artificial uterus, I can visit and touch her.”
“They are medically so advanced; much more than we could ever imagine being. Have you tried to log any of the techniques or things they have used or done to you since arriving there?”
Blythe paused, not knowing how much to share, wondering if this conversation was being recorded. “I’ve tried, but the language barrier is an issue. Xan turns the translator off when he’s examining me.” She wrung her hands in her lap, hoping Brinley wouldn’t be angry.
“I know. I’ve gone through the same thing. I keep trying, but I’ve only found a few simple things. Mark down whatever you can, Blythe. We’ll find a way off this planet and return; I know we will…somehow.” Brinley’s eyebrows furrowed a bit. “Wait, did you say he has you wearing a tail and a pet collar?”
“Yeah, and I have a cage. For days at a time, I’m required to eat out of a pet dish and urinate on the lawn outside. At first, I struggled, but as long as I behave and do as I’m told, I’m a cherished pet. It sounds odd, but I don’t seem to mind it too much.” Blythe dropped her gaze, afraid to see any condemnation. Unsure and insecure.
“Hey, hey, don’t hide. We’ve all been in difficult situations and have had to do things we never imagined. Someday I’ll share my experiences too. What’s important is that you’re fine and…well, happy.”
“I am.” Reaching out, she touched where her friend’s face appeared, her finger dipping into the image. If only. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” Brinley did the same with her hand before clearing her throat. “Okay. Enough. We need to plan how we’re getting together, or even escaping.”
Blythe paused. She hadn’t thought this through. Did she really want to escape anymore? Leave her little girl behind? Or take her with her on a dangerous voyage? How would they do this with overbearing masters, monitor bugs, no space ship, and a whole planet that wanted them dead?
Brinley continued. “We’ll meet. Do you have access to a vehicle or know how to find me? Or maybe I can find you—damn Rowth never lets me see things. All we do is watch the fucking news. Have you escaped?”
“Yeah, I tried to escape. I made it to his cabin nearby. He takes me out quite often now to keep me from wanting to run away again. I think I could maneuver the vehicle, and I think I know how to engage the GPS system too.”
“Oh my God! You’re my hero! How the fuck have you done all of this and now have a baby coming? I’m so fucking proud of you. Okay, I’m afraid of getting caught here. Let’s pick ten days from now. Come to get me at three in the morning when they’ll all be sleeping. We can go to your cabin, gather our thoughts, and we’ll talk about escaping while we’re there.”
Blythe eyeballed the calendar to the right of the image. Ten days. She could do this. “What about the others? Should we find them? Do you know how?”
“I’m betting Rowth has a list of the prisoners and their foster parents on here. I’ll take care of that. I’ll contact them and tell them they have three hours to get here on that day. We’ll figure out the rest once we’re together. I’ll handle that part. You handle the vehicle, getting the GPS figured out, and getting here. Oh my God, Blythe! We’re doing this.”
“We really are. I hope we don’t get caught. I’m kind of afraid of the punishment I’d receive. The last time was horrific.”
Brinley nodded solemnly. “I’m sure. Rowth would be the same way. We won’t get caught. We won’t let ourselves even think it. Oh, oh shit. I hear a click. I wonder if Rowth has tapped into this. I gotta go.”
The screen disappeared and Blythe was left staring at the green glow no longer showing her friend. It was too short. She wanted to touch Brinley. Hug her. Hear her laugh.
She had a lot to do within the next ten days. Preparing for their rendezvous, they’d need food and water, but more than that, she needed to find how to get to Rowth’s, and then from there to the cabin.
And what about my baby?
Her heart ached thinking about it. Was she up to leaving? Would they even be able to escape from Pra’kir anyway? Her baby, and even Xan, had become such an important part of her life; it became hard to imagine life without them. But could she rip her baby away from her gestation process, endangering her life? Could she take her from her father—her alien father—and take her to Earth to raise her alone?
She shook herself out of this thinking. It served no purpose. Not yet. They had no means of actually leaving Endermere, let alone escaping from this planet itself. They’d take it one step at a time. They’d meet first, escaping to the cabin so they could at least enjoy each other.
* * *
The screen came to life, ringing, and then Xan’s voice came booming through. “Little girl, you better answer this. You’re already in more trouble than your little ass can handle.”
Her clit jumped and she clenched her asshole. “Oh God.” She pressed the flashing button. “H-hello?”
“Why are you in my den?” He didn’t waste any time with niceties. Straight to the point.
“Uhm…I wanted to be alone.” Her face and chest had flushed; she could see it in her image on the screen. No doubt her captor could see as well.
“Why? And don’t you dare lie.”
“Because…I took some of my treats without permission.” Her eyes filled with tears, both because of the lie and because she knew the admission would bring his disappointment and wrath.
“I saw. That is until you covered the cameras. That will be a separate punishment from the spanking you’ll receive for breaking the rule about not touching the treats.”
“Yes, S-Sir.”
“Are you in the middle of your cycle?” He leaned back in his chair, his forefinger and hand bracing the side of his face. Xan knew that she craved sweets and besloor, in particular, during her period.
“No.”
He leaned forward to the screen. “Answer again.”
“No, Master.”
“So you decided while you were to be napping to get up and get a treat. Are you hungry? Did you not eat enough at your meal?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir. I just…wanted some.”
“You covered the camera in your room and the camera in the den so I couldn’t see you eating it, but you forgot and left the camera in the kitchen, showing your misdeed. So not only were you disobedient and defiant, you were foolish on top of it.” He narrowed his eyes, watching her closely. “You must be more tired than I realized.”
Her heart raced, pounding within her chest. Would her facial expressions give her away?
Xan shook his head. “I don’t understand. All you had to do was ask permission. We don’t usually deny you treats unless you’ve been a bad girl—which you have been today. A very naughty girl. Is that why you didn’t ask, you knew the answer would be no?
“I—I don’t know, Sir.”
“First, you’ll take the covers off the cameras. You will not do that again. I’ll assure that later. Second, you’ll go wake Ganza and tell her what you did. And then, third, you’ll be put to bed with a very red bottom, I’m assuming, and you’ll sleep until I get home with no further impropriety. Agreed?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Flicking his fingers toward her, he said, “Now go wake Ganza. I’ll be watching.”