The Krine must have been planning his vengeance for some time, was Neh’sa’s first thought on entering the smaller room which had been set up like a dungeon. It had some of the best equipment she’d ever seen and all of it looked unused.
There was an agony cross, an array of floggers, whips and canes, plenty of rope for bondage, collars and leashes, and a flat, padded table with a cage built in underneath. The walls were draped with red velvet curtains, all except for a shadowy alcove with a chair which very much resembled the stone throne in the circular throne room.
It was on this chair that the Krine seated himself, placed so far back in the shadows that only his three eyes could be seen, gleaming in the darkness. Apparently they were going to give a command performance for one.
Neh’sa knew what she had to do. She could feel the dread coming from Thorn in waves. He didn’t want to do this—didn’t want to hurt her. But nothing less than her full submission to a male would please the angry Krine.
It’s a good thing I’m dressed for the part.
She was wearing a formal gown—the same one she’d put on what seemed like hours ago for the ceremony at the Library of All Knowledge. It was black lace with a high neck that opened to a wide diamond of bare flesh which showed the inner curves of her breasts. Her nipples were barely hidden below the thin, stretchy material. It was slit high to show her panties, also black lace, and she had on delicate black strappy heels that wound around her ankles to match it.
It was the perfect outfit for allowing a slave to kiss her panties—it was also perfect for what they had to do here today.
Neh’sa felt her heart skip a beat as she turned to face the big Kindred. Though the circumstances were different, this scenario reminded her of the games she’d played with her first love so many years ago.
Admit it, whispered a voice in her head. You’ve been wanting to play those same games—the switch game—with Thorn almost from the moment you bought him.
It was true and she couldn’t deny it. She loved being in charge—loved mastering a slave and dominating him sexually.
But she also, on occasion, loved being dominated.
Her nipples tingled with anticipation and her pussy felt wet and swollen beneath the thin panel of her panties.
“Kneel to your Master,” the voice from the shadowy alcove commanded. Apparently the Krine wanted to direct the action. “Kneel in the way a female should kneel to her male—as they do here on Berroff Prime.”
Slowly, she sank to her knees before the big Kindred.
“Master,” she said clearly, looking up at him. “I am yours…do what you will with me. Punish me for my sins.”
“Neh’sa!” Thorn looked like he didn’t know whether to be shocked, upset…or turned on.
For far back in those mismatched eyes, Neh’sa thought she could see the shadow of desire—the dark need to dominate which she also had inside herself.
It surprised her not at all. She had always known that Thorn was an Alpha—a Dominant by nature. What had surprised her was how he had allowed himself to be dominated in turn.
No—that was all an act. He didn’t really want it, she reminded herself bitterly. But she didn’t want to think about that now—couldn’t think about it if they were going to put on a convincing show and win their freedom.
And anyway, she knew that this at least, Thorn wouldn’t have to fake. He could dominate her quite well if only he would allow himself to rise up and embrace the dark need inside him.
“Neh’sa…” he said, frowning down at her. “You don’t have to—”
“Yes, I do,” she insisted in a low voice, meant for his ears alone. “This is the only thing that will satisfy him, Thorn—you know it is. You have to take me as I have taken you—you have to make me pay for my sins.”
A hard look came into his eyes and he gave a short, sharp nod of his head.
“If that’s what you want.”
“It’s what I need,” Neh’sa whispered, and she wasn’t lying. Sometimes the need to submit was as strong as the need to dominate and it had been so long, so very, very long since she had given in to her submissive side.
“Suck him!” the Krine commanded from his alcove. “Suck your Master’s cock and show him how sorry you are for your crimes.”
Thorn didn’t speak. He simply opened the tight black flight leathers he was wearing, exposing his long, hard cock. Lady Wraith’neck must have removed the non-contact bracelets at the same time she removed Neh’sa’s collar because he handled himself with ease.
Neh’sa had touched him and handled him also, many times—but always on her own terms. Now she knelt before the big Kindred and opened her mouth for him submissively, ready to take whatever he chose to give her.
“Take it,” Thorn growled, thrusting his shaft in her face. “Suck as much as you can.”
He was extremely large so this was a big request but Neh’sa did her best to obey orders. Leaning forward, she captured him in her hand and drew a long line with her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip of the broad, flaring head. She opened her mouth as wide as she could to take him in—his dark spice invading her senses as she did so. She swirled her tongue around the wide head, tasting the salty droplets of his precum.
“No,” the Krine’s deep, gravely voice insisted. “Take him deeper—suck your master as you should!”
It had been years and years since Heroth but her first body-slave had been well endowed too—though not so well endowed as Thorn. Still, Neh’sa had learned a skill she thought might work with the big Kindred—if she could still do it.
Taking a deep breath, she took more of him in her mouth, did her best to relax her throat muscles, and swallowed.
She heard a low curse from Thorn and then he was sliding down her throat. Goddess she felt so full of him! She could only imagine what it would feel like when he penetrated her lower…when he shoved his thick cock deep in her pussy.
The illicit thought made her wet, as it always had. The Mistresses of Yonnie Six didn’t allow such forbidden behavior. They believed it was wrong for a female to spread her thighs and allow a male to penetrate her to the core, but Goddess, she wanted it so badly. It had been so long…
“Gods, Neh’sa…” Thorn’s deep voice was hoarse as he tangled one hand in her hair and thrust slowly and carefully into her mouth. “Gods, can’t believe you’re taking all of me.”
Neh’sa wondered if he would come in her mouth—just the fact that she was helpless to stop him if he chose to made her feel hot and cold all over. Her submissive side—the side she’d kept buried for ten long years—was coming out and there was nothing she could do to stop it—not that she wanted to.
“Fill her!” commanded the low, growling voice from the shadows.
Neh’sa jumped a little. She had been so involved in submitting to the big Kindred and taking him deep down her throat, she’d almost completely forgotten the reason they were doing this in the first place.
“Fill her,” The Krine commanded again. Though all they could see of him was his eyes flashing in the darkness, Neh’sa could tell he was getting pleasure out of watching their display. “Give her a belly-full of your come,” he ordered Thorn.
Neh’sa gripped the big Kindred’s thighs and looked up into his eyes. He had both hands buried in her hair now but he wasn’t completely lost in his own pleasure. Or if he was, he seemed to want her to share it. As their gazes locked, she felt his thick shaft flex.
But instead of continuing to fuck her deep, he withdrew, sliding out until only the head of his cock was in her mouth.
“I’m going to come now, Neh’sa,” he told her, his deep voice hoarse. “Going to shoot my come in your mouth and down your throat. Can you be a good girl and swallow it for me? Can you take it all and not spill a drop?”
Neh’sa felt a flutter low in her belly. Nodding, she slipped the broad head of his cock from her mouth just for an instant.
“Yes, Master,” she managed to whisper. “Yes, I think I can.”
“Good. Then suck me some more. And get ready to swallow,” Thorn commanded, his eyes flashing.
Obediently, Neh’sa took his thick length back in her mouth. Goddess, what was happening to her? How had she gotten to this point—on her knees before her own body-slave, sucking his shaft and getting ready to swallow his come?
And yet part of her—the part she’d suppressed for so many long years—loved it.
Thorn took a fresh grip on her hair, holding her tight, and thrust in and out of her mouth. Neh’sa felt him flex again and then he was coming—flooding her mouth with his salty essence, filling her with himself above as she knew he soon would be below.
She shivered again at the hot, illicit thought and swallowed eagerly, taking every drop as he had instructed. He tasted like the sea—like salt and tears with a hint of bitterness—utterly delicious. Utterly Thorn.
“Good girl, Neh’sa,” he groaned as he came. “Such a good girl to suck your Master’s cock and take it all in your mouth—such a good girl to swallow all my come.”
The words of praise made her even hotter. Between her thighs, Neh’sa could feel her pussy gushing. Goddess, it felt good after all these years to submit! But she needed more—needed to come…
At last Thorn finished and withdrew from her mouth. He was still hard—Kindred males were capable of being multi-orgasmic so his continued erection didn’t surprise Neh’sa.
What did surprise her was the way he pulled her to her feet, wrapped his arms around her, and gave her a passionate, searching kiss. It was almost as though he was trying to taste himself on her.
After a breathless, surprised moment, she kissed him back, opening her mouth to him, giving him what he wanted. Despite the fact that his deception was still in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help giving in to the kiss completely. His big body felt so good against hers—so hard and hot—and the scent of him filled her head. She felt like she couldn’t get enough of him—like she never wanted the kiss to end.
“Gods, Neh’sa,” Thorn groaned when he finally pulled back for some air. “Can’t believe—”
“Enough!” growled the voice of the Krine from the shadows. “You are meant to be punishing her! My vengeance is by no means complete.”
“Fine.” Thorn turned to glare into the shadowy alcove. “What would you have us do next?”
“Collar her,” the Krine replied. “Collar and leash her as the Mistress who took my son did to him.”
There was a board with various sized collars and leashes hanging from it to one side of them.
Thorn took a collar and looked at her. “Neh’sa,” he murmured and there was both question and need in his deep voice.
Mutely, Neh’sa lifted her hair, answering his question, offering her throat. This was part of it too—part of her submission. Letting him do to her what she had done to him. Wearing his collar the way he had worn hers.
“Good.” The Krine sounded pleased. “Now lead her on all fours to the whipping cross. Tie her there and whip her—punish her as she punished you.”
Of course, Neh’sa hadn’t whipped him, though she could tell by the marks on his big body that Lady Wraith’neck certainly had. Still, she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled obediently by Thorn’s side as he led her to the agony cross. She had done other things to Thorn without his true consent—things which he probably had hated and resented her for.
Now it was time to pay.
“I don’t want to hit you too hard,” he murmured in her ear as he cuffed her wrists to the cross pieces above her head. “But I’ll need to leave some marks to satisfy the blood-thirsty bastard.”
“Use the cane,” Neh’sa advised him in a low voice. “It makes welts that should please him.”
“Welts?” He frowned and shook his head. “Hell no, sweetheart—I don’t want to do that. The cane fucking hurts—I ought to know, fucking Lady Wraith’neck used it on me enough last night.”
“I thought you weren’t bothered by pain,” Neh’sa pointed out breathlessly.
“There are different kinds of pain and you damn well know it,” he growled, making certain the buckles around her wrists were tight. “I can take physical pain all day long but that doesn’t mean I want to inflict it—especially on you.”
“Why not?” Neh’sa demanded. “Don’t you want revenge for what I put you through—for the way I made you submit, Master?” She looked at him challengingly. “Don’t you want vengeance for the things I did to you—things you never wanted in the first place?”
His face went hard and the sparks of flame danced faster in his mismatched eyes.
“You trying to get me to hit you, Neh’sa? You want to be punished?”
“Maybe I should be,” she murmured. “For being so stupid. For believing you wanted to be a slave—that you wanted to submit to me.”
“Damn it!” he growled, his voice thick with frustration. “Don’t tempt me, Mistress. I may not use the cane on you but that doesn’t mean I won’t paddle your soft little ass until it’s redder than a Fandarian sunset.”
“Do it,” Neh’sa taunted him. She wasn’t quite certain why she was doing this—maybe she was lashing out the only way she could because she was angry at him, angry that he had fooled her so completely. That he had made her think he truly cared…
“Goddess damn it, you asked for it!” Thorn growled. Grabbing the back of her black lace dress, he ripped, tearing it right down the middle and exposing her bare back and panty-clad ass.
Neh’sa shivered as she felt the cool air touching her bare skin but she made no move to stop him. Instead, she pressed her ass outwards, taunting him with a target.
“Do it,” she told him again. “Go on—do it, Thorn! Pay me back for what I did to you.”
“Pull down her undergarments,” the Krine commanded from his seat in the shadows. “There should be nothing to stop her pain—bare her before you beat her!”
Thorn obliged. Neh’sa felt one big hand tangle itself in the back of her black lace panties and then he was ripping them down, baring her ass and her pussy, which was opened by the way her legs were spread and bound to the agony cross.
Goddess, had she ever felt so helpless? So vulnerable? Even with Heroth when she played the switch game they hadn’t gone this far. But Neh’sa found she didn’t want to stop—she pressed her ass outwards some more, offering herself, her pussy feeling wet and swollen as she waited for the first blow.
She didn’t have to wait long. Grabbing a thick, long-handled black paddle from the peg board near the agony cross, Thorn swung it at her bare bottom.
“Is this what you want? he demanded. “Is this what you need?”
Neh’sa couldn’t answer in words. She gasped as she felt the flat, hard surface connect with her soft, unprotected flesh. A stinging pain ran through her—a sharp, bright sensation that seemed to light up her entire body.
“Ah!” she gasped, but she didn’t try to pull away. Instead she pressed her ass out even more, showing him she wasn’t afraid, taunting him, willing him to punish her, to take back the control she’d taken from him for so long.
Thorn swung again and again—not hard enough to break the skin but certainly hard enough to redden her ass, to make her pay. Soon Neh’sa lost count of the strokes—she only felt the bright, stinging pain and the warm, gushing pleasure it brought with it. She was losing herself in sensation…losing herself in the pain and the pleasure and the need that threatened to overwhelm her…
She was barely aware that there were tears running down her face as emotion overtook her until Thorn threw down the paddle and took her face in his hands.
“Goddess damn it, Neh’sa.” His voice was hoarse and low with something that sounded like regret.
“It…it’s all right,” she somehow managed to tell him. “I’m all right. I just…I just…” But she couldn’t say what she was or what she felt—couldn’t put it into words. It was too much—too overwhelming.
But it wasn’t over yet.
“Enough of the punishment,” growled the Krine from his alcove. “Her ass is red enough. Now it is time for the penetration.”
Thorn didn’t answer. Instead, he unfastened her ankles and wrists from the cross with quick, jerky motions. Then he pulled Neh’sa into his arms and carried her, torn dress and all, to the padded, waist high table in the center of the room.
It was the perfect height for what he had to do, Neh’sa saw. There were wrist and ankle cuffs on each of its four corners to hold a submissive in place.
But before he put her down, Thorn held her for a long moment, cradling her to his broad chest.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair. “So sorry, Neh’sa.”
“Don’t be. I deserved it—deserved the beating,” she whispered back.
“No, you didn’t.”
“I did.”
Thorn sat her stinging bottom carefully on the cool leather of the padded table and cupped her cheek in his hand, searching her eyes.
“Neh’sa, I…” He shook his head. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Then don’t say anything. Just do…what you have to do.”
She got shakily to her hands and knees and placed her wrists in place so he could fasten the leather cuffs. Then she looked up at Thorn, waiting for him to tie her down.
“Go ahead—do it.”
He shook his head.
“I’m no rapist,” he growled, frowning at her. “I know you don’t allow yourself to be penetrated.”
“I…haven’t in a long time,” Neh’sa murmured. “But I did. Long ago…”
“The slave you loved so much,” Thorn guessed. “The one you dedicated the Mercy clinic to.”
Slowly, she nodded. “It’s been…a long time.”
“At least I know you’re not a virgin.” He scowled. “But I don’t like this. Don’t like this big bastard telling us what to do.”
“Do it,” Neh’sa whispered urgently. Her ass felt hot and tender and her pussy was throbbing with need. “It…it’s the only way we’ll get out of here.”
“I don’t know if he’ll let us go even if we do as he says,” Thorn growled softly. “He seems to like having his own private sex show a little too much for this to just be about vengeance if you ask me.”
“We have no choice,” Neh’sa reminded him. Then, seeing that he needed reassurance, she murmured, “Thorn, please—I want you to do this. I need it—need you in me.”
“Gods, Neh’sa…” His eyes softened and he stroked her cheek. “Never thought I’d hear you say that. Never thought I’d hear my Mistress beg me to fuck her.”
“Don’t call me that.” Neh’sa looked away from him. She couldn’t believe she’d admitted her forbidden desires—her illicit needs to him. “I’m not the Mistress in this situation,” she reminded him. “You’re the Master. And I’m your slave—tied down and helpless—waiting for you to use me however you see fit.”
“Gods!” Thorn’s low groan of lust seemed to go straight to her core. “I want you so much, sweetheart. Want to fill your sweet pussy with my cock and fuck you!”
“Do it then,” Neh’sa whispered. She folded her arms and lowered her forehead to the padded tabletop, spreading her legs even wider to bare her pussy—surrendering herself completely. “Do it, Master—fuck me.”
With a low growl, Thorn did as she asked. Taking her hips in his big hands, he guided the broad tip of his cock to the slick entrance of her pussy.
Neh’sa tried to bite back a moan as she felt him slip over her swollen folds. Her clit was throbbing like a second heartbeat between her thighs and she felt like she would go crazy if he didn’t fill her soon. She had given in wholly to her submissive side now—the cool dominant Mistress she usually presented to the world was completely out of reach. She had been reduced to a quivering puddle of lust and she couldn’t help it—didn’t want to help it.
She just wanted Thorn.
“Please!” she moaned at the same time the Krine ordered,
“Penetrate her! Do it now!”
With one long, hard thrust, Thorn filled her completely.
“Ah!” Neh’sa couldn’t help gasping. It had been a long time since Heroth and she could feel her inner walls stretching to the limit to accommodate the big Kindred’s immense shaft.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Thorn’s voice was hoarse and strained, as though he was having a hard time holding himself back. But he stayed where he was, waiting for her, wanting to make sure he hadn’t hurt her.
“I…I think so,” Neh’sa whispered. “You’re just…really big and it’s been a long time for me. A really long time.”
She shifted her hips some, trying to get used to the feeling of being filled so completely, of having Thorn’s shaft in her to the hilt. Though it hurt some, it was a good pain—the feeling of being filled and owned by a male she wanted so badly she would do anything to have him.
Anything at all—even let him dominate her.
How pathetic is that? whispered a little voice in the back of her head but Neh’sa pushed it away.
“I’m all right,” she told Thorn. “You…you can move now. You can…can fuck me.”
“Gods, sweetheart—if you’re sure you’re okay. Can’t hold back anymore.”
He pulled almost all the way out of her and thrust in again. Neh’sa moaned at the deep pleasure/pain that accompanied the motion and pressed her hips back to meet him, loving the feeling of being owned so completely.
There was no room in her head now for doubt or self-recrimination, although she was aware they would certainly come later. She couldn’t concentrate on the way she was shaming herself right now or on the way she was giving herself to a male who probably wanted nothing else to do with her when this was over.
All she could feel was the thrust and push of Thorn’s thick shaft inside her quivering pussy, all she could hear was his labored breathing mixed with her own panting and the slapping of their flesh coming together. The musk of sex was in the air and his long fingers bit into her hips, adding another small pain to the overwhelming pleasure.
Neh’sa didn’t care—didn’t care about anything but the delicious sensation of him filling her, of his thick shaft opening her again and again. He seemed to be reaching for her heart with each long, deep thrust and all she could do was spread her thighs wider and take it as she tried to be open enough for him, open enough to take him all.
“Ahh…Goddess, Master,” she moaned aloud, unable to help herself. “Yes, take me—use me! Fuck me—make me yours!”
“You’re mine now, Neh’sa—mine,” Thorn’s voice was a deep, possessive growl. Leaning over her, he covered her entire small body with his much larger one until Neh’sa felt completely surrounded by him—held in a cage made of his muscular arms. Lapping and sucking the side of her throat, he waited until Neh’sa turned her head to the side, giving him complete access to her vulnerable neck… and then he bit her.
Neh’sa gasped as she felt the sharp pain of his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of her shoulder, just where it met her throat. The extra stimulation was almost too much—she moaned helplessly, delirious with pain and pleasure and lust—loving the feeling of being helpless beneath the male she cared for so much. Beneath the male she…loved?
Do I love him? she wondered hazily. Is that what’s wrong with me? Does he love me? Or did he mark me to pay me back for branding him?
“That’s good—good,” the Krine growled greedily, interrupting her lust-hazed thinking. Hearing the lecherous note in his gravelly voice, Neh’sa thought dimly that Thorn was right—there was more than the need for vengeance motivating this little display.
“Very good,” the Krine told Thorn as the big Kindred finally released Neh’sa’s neck from his teeth. “Now fuck her harder—fuck her and fill her with your seed!”
Those words, spoken in the grating, harsh voice suddenly penetrated the haze of lust that was clouding Neh’sa’s brain.
Fill her with your seed? But he can’t do that! He hasn’t had the special medicine that will ensure any pregnancy will result only in a female child. Kindred mates almost always have male children. He could make me pregnant—pregnant with a boy! And then everyone back home would know what I have done!
“No!” she gasped, finding her voice at last. “No, Thorn—you can’t! Can’t come in me. You might make me pregnant!”
“I might,” he agreed, but he didn’t stop or slow the pace of his thrusting. “Might give you a big belly, Neh’sa, when I come in you.”
“When you come? No—no!” she gasped.
For the first time she tried to wiggle free but he had fastened her wrists and ankles to the corners of the table with the restraints very firmly—there was no getting loose.
“Hold still, Neh’sa,” he growled, leaning forward to talk in her ear. “I have to come inside you. I can’t explain it now but I fucking have to.”
“No,” she moaned again, thinking of the shame—the shame of going back to Yonnie Six with a male child filling her belly. A child everyone would know was the result of spreading her thighs and allowing a male to penetrate her.
But Thorn wouldn’t stop. His pace increased and his grip on her hips tightened. With every rough thrust, she felt his heavy sack slap up between her spread thighs, stimulating her swollen clit in an almost unbearably pleasurable way. Though she didn’t want to orgasm, she could feel herself getting close to the edge.
No, she told herself despairingly. No, I can’t come! That will only draw his seed in closer to my womb! I can’t have an orgasm—I can’t!
But her body didn’t appear to care about what she could and couldn’t do. As Thorn thrust deep inside her for the last time, the head of his shaft kissing the mouth of her womb, she felt her inner walls begin to spasm around him and a deep wave of pleasure washed over her.
“Oh!” she cried, squeezing her hands into fists as the blinding wave of sensation swamped her. “Oh Goddess, no, Thorn!”
“Yes,” he growled. “Yes.”
And despite her last, moaning cry, he pressed even more deeply into her and Neh’sa felt his long shaft swell inside her. Then heated spurts, jets of warm wetness, were coating her inner pussy, filling her so completely that she felt his come running in wet rivulets down her thighs.
Gods he was doing it—coming inside her—doing his best to plant his seed in her womb. What would she do if he succeeded?
How could she ever go back to her old life now?