The Alien's Captive by Ava Sinclair

Author:Ava Sinclair [Sinclair, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2016-07-14T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“I’m nervous.”

Through the door, both Bron and Phaedra could hear the chants of the crowd impatiently waiting for the public assembly to begin that would mark Phaedra’s debut. After so much speculation, interest was at a fever pitch.

“Don’t be,” he said. “I am here with you. Where does your safety lie, little one?” He tipped her chin up and looked into her eyes.

“In your protection.”

“Yes.” He smiled down at her. “And who will you see in there?”

“You and you alone.”

The doorway slid up and Bron looked into the arena. It was, after hours of training, his moment of truth. And hers. He’d used his mastery to teach her control. Would she remember all he had taught her?

The arena’s seating was arranged in one spiraling concentric circle, with the elite sitting in the smallest circle closest to the stadium, with the widening, higher circles designated for those in the working class and the poor. In Traoian assemblies, the more elevated your seating, the lower your rank. Still, the holoboards floating at the upper levels gave the lower class a good—albeit indirect—view of masters and pets entering the arena.

The cheers were deafening, and the Traoians in their special beige assembly robes seemed to undulate in a sea of motion as they pressed forward along the railing to glimpse the procession.

A roar went up when Senator Primus entered with Dakara, who reached the center to drop into a series of fluid positions. Bron looked over at his pet. She seemed so placid, and he could not tell if she was calm or dazed. He only knew that she was beautiful in the crystalline harness that cupped and elevated her breasts, and that her legs and bottom were being shown to their greatest effect by the diaphanous skirt that Matron Sharad had made from a fabric that spun with opaque holographic galaxies.

They were next, and Dakara was just rising when Bron and Phaedra moved to the center of the arena. The crowd was wild at the sight of the opposition candidate and the pet who had been the subject of so much gossip.

Bron had given much thought to this debut, and how to best use the rumors of his difficulties with Phaedra to his advantage. She’d been painted as wild, out of control, resistant. So Bron’s decision to follow Senator Primus and his leashed Dakara with an unleashed Phaedra caused a murmur of speculation from the crowd.

“She’s unbound!” came cries from the stand as Bron walked in, Phaedra obediently walking at his heels. At the center of the ring, he stopped and touched her on the shoulder, and when he did, Phaedra immediately knelt down on her knees and bent over in a backbend, her legs spread and her arms wide to present all of herself to her master.

Another gasp went up. The shields melded to every slave’s clitoris were absent on Phaedra. Beside them, Senator Primus, who was looking with something akin to envy as the crowd applauded approval of Phaedra’s display, spoke into the small button on his suit that carried his voice through the stands.

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