Slavemaster's Woman, The by Angelia Whiting

Author:Angelia Whiting
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fiction, romance, erotic, erotica, love story, science fiction, bdsm, futuristic, slave, sci fi, slavemaster, sexy novel
Publisher: New Concepts Publishing

Chapter Seventeen

Spirits gonads! She was squealing like a sobo puppy, shocks of pleasure rippling along the flesh of her back and taking direct aim at her crotch. What was this sensation? She hated being restrained, in fact it terrified her. Yet for some mutant reason when Tarken began to tie her up, she was suddenly aroused, but there was no way she was going let Tarken know. The universe could implode before she would admit to that!

‘I can smell your fear, mistress,’ he’d said to her.

You can smell my lust…She thought as her heart pounded with an unfamiliar exhilaration that thrilled her, yet did cause fear at the same time. It was befuddling. The yearning, apparent in her tingling nipples and the warm wetness gathering between legs, disarmed her anger. It didn't help that her center of focus was on the slavemaster's rigid cock, pressing into the crease of her bottom as he held her down.

Insult him, fight this…Cushla attempted to regroup her thoughts. This was the last thing she wanted—to be aroused by his restraints. What the dust fuck did she say to him? I have an itch? What a numb-brained thing to say.

The sound of his sensual voice, the wisp of heated air that brushed her earlobe, causing a rush of desire to pulse through her body…he was flustering her!

Cosmic crap bowls!

It was all she could do to keep from begging for more from him. This made no sense. Being restrained terrified her, reminded her of the horrible, perverse things done to her by prior owners. Images flashed through her brain, though deep inside of her head she somehow knew Tarken was nothing like the others.

Still, when he snatched up the bonds he'd dropped on the bed, and she was determined to resist him, real fear blinded her. In one swift motion, the cuff coiled up her wrist and around her forearm confirming she was half way to bondage, and suddenly Tarken’s voice became an incoherent jumble. It was as if he’d disintegrated, only to be replaced by those horrible memories.

She fought the hands grabbing her now, and felt the rage inside. She screamed kicked and with a pain the likes of which she’d never known before. Pain she’d never known since and she screeched an anguished cry. No, no, no!

Cushla! Was that Tarken or somebody else? She couldn’t tell! Dread seized her as hands came at her from everywhere, tearing at her clothes, squeezing, bruising her flesh. Her heart pounded in terror as fingers and objects probed her everywhere, painfully, viscously and with complete disregard of her innocence. Their laughter at her crying fusing with her screams--screams she knew were her own, yet seemed oddly disconnected as if coming from someone else…

Cushla…

No one used her name save Lavidis. They called her simpa, a word meaning lowest of lowly dregs, not worthy of the dirt they were permitted to walk upon. Again, she screamed, hating what they did, hating herself for pleading, whimpering for mercy but the pain, the humiliation.

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