Chapter Eight
Saige
Lady Zey seemed almost cheerful as she led Saige down an unfamiliar corridor. This area of the Rapture Dome was one she hadn’t been in before.
“Where are we going?”
“I’m putting you on duty in the casino tonight,” Zey answered, an unaccustomed smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
The casino? That explained the black garment she’d been ordered to don. Unlike the long gowns she’d been given to wear when she entertained guests in her room, this could barely be called a dress. Skin-tight and so short it exposed her bare pussy when she sat down or walked with too wide a stride.
Not that she could win any track meets in these shoes. They were bizarre platforms, a series of geometric shapes stacked together, held on with narrow metallic straps that crisscrossed her bare feet all the way to her ankles. So high she struggled to stay upright as she tried to keep up with Zey’s rapid pace.
The casino was another destination Zey reserved for her best-performing whores. Saige had heard about it during the rare times she was allowed to spend time with other females. They said it was as glamorous as the finest establishment on Bendak 37, a planet renowned in this part of the galaxy for its fabulous wealth and luxurious accommodations for visitors.
“What have I done to deserve this honor?” She hoped the sarcasm wasn’t evident in her voice.
“You’ve made quite a hit with the Tharan twins,” Zey replied. “Bophe is pleased with the amount of minecoin you’ve brought in. He asked me to see that you got special treatment tonight. As you know, your Master believes in offering a bonus for good performance, even with his slaves.”
Trust the Dome mistress to find a way to remind her of her position, even as she was being rewarded. Over the past two weeks, Saige had almost forgotten she was a slave. Keir and Khaun made her feel special. They really seemed to care about how she felt, and they always tried to see to her pleasure before their own. Though she still hadn’t orgasmed when she was with them, it wasn’t for lack of effort on their part. With their help, she was slowly peeling away the layers of self-protection she’d surrounded herself with for so long. Saige knew it was just a matter of time before she gave herself to them completely, body and soul.
It was time to face the truth. She loved their mastery. Loved the way they demanded her submission. The spankings, the domination – all of it aroused her beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. They’d tie her down on the bed and then one of them would lick her pussy and clit while the other played with her ass.
Other times they’d make her kneel in front of them, taking turns sucking their cocks. The first time they came in her mouth, she’d been driven wild by the taste of their gyron sliding down her throat like a river of sweet liquid fire. Now she was addicted to it, craving their release even though she still couldn’t achieve her own. After coming, they’d take her even higher, working the gyron on their hands and their tongues deep inside her, fingering and licking her until she was moaning and panting.
When Keir held her immobile while Khaun buried his face in her pussy and fucked her with his tongue, she wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and beg him to bury his cock there instead. Wanted him to flip her over and present her ass to Keir, so she could take them both at once.
But she’d learned Tharans reserved that act for their chosen Mate, a sexual joining they considered sacred. In a way, it was ironic. She’d spent all her time at the Rapture Dome trying to find ways to avoid being fucked by aliens, and now that she desperately wanted two of them to claim her in every dirty way she could imagine, they hadn’t done it. Hadn’t even tried.
Oh, they talked about it. Got her so hot describing how they’d get her ready to take them together. They said first they’d arouse her with their fingers and mouths, using some kind of Tharan oil to prepare her ass to receive their massive cocks. The idea frightened her at first, but as they talked about it, they’d take turns sliding their fingers in and out, fucking her ass until she shuddered with need.
She’d even begun to fantasize about becoming their Mate. Having two strong, powerful warriors share her bed every night, making her do all those wicked, forbidden things they talked about. Driving her to ecstasy she’d never known before. Then holding her, caressing her, making her feel cherished and protected.
The Dome mistress rounded a bend in the corridor, and she caught sight of the massive bronze doors of the casino standing open. Inside, a dazzling display of lights played off rare crystals set in the ceiling of a huge dome, sending amethyst and sapphire and ruby-tinted rays sparkling across the vast expanse. Pounding music vibrated through her body, and she found herself swaying to the beat as she entered.
After weeks of near-solitude, broken only by nightly visits from the twins, the sights and sounds overwhelmed her. Everywhere she looked, exotic females from the far corners of the galaxy entertained alien customers. Some were wrapped in gauzy veils barely concealing their naked bodies underneath. Others strategically covered their private parts with glittering scraps of fabric that begged to be ripped off.
As for the males, each of them preened in their planet’s unique formal garb. Menacing metal armor, cloaks made from the skins of rare beasts thrown over bare shoulders. She saw one alien wearing a skintight iridescent garment with special inserts to showcase his double dongs.
He stood at the head of a crowded table, playing a game that seemed to require skill as well as luck. She saw him flick his wrist, watched sparks fly as a metal disc zinged through a three-dimensional obstacle course, then heard the roar of the spectators when the disc careened off onto the floor. The alien growled an oath, grabbed the arm of the female at his side, and handed her off to the reptilian creature next to him.
The crowd began a rhythmic chant she couldn’t make out as the creature forced the female to her knees. He pulled his skinny, gray-green penis out of the cloak wrapped around his scale-encrusted body, shoved it into her mouth, and began pumping it in and out, his tail swaying with every thrust. The chant grew louder and faster as he grabbed her head and pistoned his hips. Saige saw the female struggling to breathe as he shoved it deeper down her throat. Finally, he threw his head back and uttered an ear-splitting roar. She crumpled to the floor when he let go, gasping for breath.
He tossed her a minecoin from his stack on the table. She snatched it up, swiped the back of her hand over her mouth, then raised her head and mustered up the adoring smile of a well-trained whore.
Saige shuddered and vowed she’d die first.
“Welcome to the casino,” Lady Zey hissed. “You will mingle with the patrons. When you’re chosen by one of them, you do everything he tells you to do. The casino attendants will keep track of your customers and charge them accordingly. And if anyone gives you a tip like that one got…” She gestured to the female, back on her knees in front of her original customer, her mouth alternating between both his exposed cocks while the crowd around the table cheered her on. “It’s yours to keep.” She made the statement as if she expected to hear a thank-you for her generosity. “Now, get to work.”
Saige made a slow circle of the room, trying to decide which way to wander, when a familiar laugh caught her ear. She whirled around, her heart soaring as she caught sight of Keir’s broad shoulders at a busy table on the far side of the room, Khaun beside him as always. She forgot how uncomfortable the strange shoes were as she made her way swiftly across the crowded floor. They were here! Despite everything she said, Lady Zey must have brought her to the casino tonight because they’d asked for her, as they did at the Sola Sea.
Her men were in full formal garb, so magnificent they took her breath away. She’d never seen them dressed as Tharan warriors before. Their massive chests were bare, save for wide silver collars. Matching silver bands around their forearms showed off impressive biceps. They had some sort of short garment slung around their hips, like a kilt or half tunic. She was seized with the desire to drop to her knees, rip it off them, and fasten her lips around the thick, hard cocks underneath.
They had cloaks of animal hide casually tossed over their shoulders, fastened to the silver collars so they flowed over the rippling muscles of their backs. Flat leather sandals with laces crisscrossing all the way to their bare calves completed their attire. They looked like mirror images of the conquering barbarian hero straight out of one of her favorite tales from mythology.
The realization hit her as hard as Thor’s hammer. She might escape from the Rapture Dome, but she’d still be their prisoner. She’d fallen hopelessly in love.
* * *
She’d almost reached the table, planning to surprise Khaun by coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, when he turned and she caught sight of a familiar figure. Aura.
They had her sandwiched between them, each with an arm around her. While she watched, Keir held out a pair of dice. She laughed and blew a kiss at them before he tossed them onto the table. The crowd around them cheered, and the attendant shoved a huge stack of minecoins across the table.
Khaun picked Aura up and whirled her around. Saige saw her wide grin as he playfully smacked her bottom.
“Come on, wench,” Keir announced, sweeping the pile of coins into a pouch he pulled from his waist. “You’ve brought us luck tonight. We’ve been without a Tharan female for too long. It’s time to show us how well you can obey the commands of your masters.”
Aura giggled as Khaun tossed her over his shoulder. Saige saw the happiness in her face when she looked back at Keir, stretching out her hand to grasp his as they strode out of the casino with her, heading for the private rooms upstairs.