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Slavery Ch. 01

By: poison_alice



For the hundredth time, Alana wished that she knew what the men in front of her were talking about. The man whom she had come to think of as her 'keeper' seemed to be trying to dissuade another man from viewing her. It was strange behaviour; since she had woken up in this man's care, he had done nothing but try to sell her. The new man didn't seem too bad. For starters, he looked human. He was around six foot five, lean and had an attractive face. He carried an air of arrogance, but if that was his only bad quality, then Alana hoped he would be her buyer. 

The potential purchaser ran out of patience. She watched as he barged past her keeper, coming to a halt in front of her naked form. She looked at the floor as was deemed proper. The bruises on the back of her legs reminded her of all of the times that she had forgotten this rule. He spoke, and when she didn't respond her roughly gripped her chin, forcing Alana to face him. Tearing her face free of his grip, she glared fiercely at him. She had changed her mind. She did not like this man. 

Alana's skin prickled as his cool gaze studied her face and naked body. Her arms were tied to a post behind her, a position which thrust out her breasts invitingly. The man pinched a nipple. His hand trailed lazily down Alana's stomach, the pushed its way between her thighs. Clamping her legs together, Alana hoped that he wouldn't want to explore further. Her hope, as usual, was short lived. 

Her keeper offered the man a pot that Alana knew contained oil. It was provided for customers to feel how tight she was without damaging the goods, so to speak. The man refused the oil and forced a finger against Alana's dry sex. His fingers were long, thick, causing her to gasp as one probed her entrance. He met her gaze then thrust his finger mercilessly into her. Alana hated herself when a whimper escaped her throat. The man left his finger inside her as he spoke to her keeper, occasionally wriggling it, hoping for a reaction. He got none. Alana had played this game several times now, enough to know that schooling her face into an expressionless mask was the safest way to avoid a beating. 

When the man walked away, Alana was relieved. Her relief, like her hope, was short lived. When other keepers came to untie her, she knew that the man had purchased her. It was still the middle of the day, and the sale room was full of customers. Nausea settled into the pit of her stomach and she felt herself trembling. A grey shift was forced over her head to cover her nakedness. Alana felt dizzy, panicked. She looked around at the familiar pedestals with girls displaying themselves, looked at the familiar faces of the men who had cared for her, and beaten her when she disobeyed. After twelve days of repetition, the unexpected change was a shock. 

Alana's legs gave way under her, and the keepers on either side hauled her up between them. They marched her out of the front of the building, and into the blazing sunshine. Alana blinked. It was the first time that she had been outside since she had woken up bound by the men who had sold her. The sky, whilst still blue, seemed wrong. It took her a moment to realise that the sun was a light green colour, instead of the bright yellow that she was used to. The air was hot and humid; desperately she wished to be back in the cool of the sale room. Sweat was beading on her brow, and she could already feel it trickling down her back. 

The man who had purchased her was suddenly before them. He pointed to the river, to a boat that sat upon it. It was long, almost like a barge but with open sides. The roof was a fabric canopy. Guards stood along the sides of it, armed gauds with armour and swords. The world twisted and spun. Alana had known that she wasn't on Earth, but seeing the evidence with her own eyes was too shocking. Many of the women for sale had been clearly alien, but she had managed to convince herself she was fine. 

A gigantic insect landed softly on her forearm as her knees gave way for the second time. Alien voices drifted across to her from a distance as blackness engulfed her. Strong arms lifted her, but she couldn't see who they belonged to. Then the world was gone. 

Alana woke to the sound of female voices chattering. She strained to recognise a word, but failed. Slowly, she opened her eyes. She was laid on her back on the floor, her arms tied uncomfortably behind her. A canopy was above her, and she remembered the boat. The world was tipping gently from side to side, and she knew that they were on it, moving steadily towards wherever she would spend the rest of her days of slavery. The thought made her shudder.

A guard loomed over her. His hands wrapped around her upper arms and yanked her roughly into an upright position. The chatter had stopped. 

"Drink." It was one of the few words that she knew. Gratefully, she opened her mouth as a sweet tasting liquid was poured into it. Alana swallowed, and then opened her mouth again. It was only when her thirst was quenched that Alana finally was able to look around. 

The boat was wider than it had originally looked. Guards lined the sides, all in identical clothing. They seemed ridiculously tall; certainly they were all taller than the man who had purchased her, which put them at almost seven feet. Their armour was a dark bronze that gleamed in the sun. They wore a breast plate and helmets, not unlike the armour the Romans would have worn. The swords were curved however, the word scimitar filling Alana's mind. The men were broad and heavily muscled, and seemed to stand impossibly still. The skirt they wore, again similar to the Romans, was a deep blue in colour, but made them look no less masculine. 

A giggle filled the air, and Alana turned. There were two women sat close together at the side of her. They lounged on cushions that were piled against the side of the boat. Alana recognized a small tattoo on the inside of their left ankles, identical to hers. The women were also slaves, but were not bound. Their faces seemed familiar, and she realised that they had been purchased with her. She assumed that most slaves would be unbound as they were. In the sale rooms, most of the races had been untied, and had been free to display themselves as they saw fit. It was only herself and two others that had been tied. There had been no other humans.

Alana had a moment of self-consciousness that seemed wholly inappropriate to the situation. She should be glad that she was the least attractive, she told herself, but couldn't help feeling a little more miserable. One of the women had skin that glistened golden in the sun. It was not merely tanned, but metallic. Her hair hung down her back in tight copper curls, and her eyes were a strange shade of silver. Her body was perfect, slender and lithe. The other woman was as white as it was possible to be. Her hair was raven, that strange bluey-black, and hung poker straight. Her face had a severe beauty to it, her lips blood red. When she smiled, Alana could see that she had fangs. If she hadn't been lounging in a patch of sun, Alana might have thought her vampire. 

Both women had sheer silver fabric covering them. The fabric was scattered with crystals, and looked very expensive. Slaves were not permitted to wear colour, but this seemed like a luxurious alternative. The women looked at her. The vampire-like one spoke. When Alana simply looked puzzled, she laughed, then turned back to her companion. Alana's cheeks heated and she was relieved when the man who had offered her a drink earlier came back. 

Alana was dragged to her feet. She swayed a little, but managed to stay upright. From here she could see that the water was the wrong colour. It was too green, too clear. The man grabbed the hem of her shift and lifted it over her head. As he stepped away, she could see the man who had purchased her watching her coolly from the helm. He wasn't steering, but was lounging next to a man who was, basking in the strange coloured sunlight. Alana quickly lowered her gaze, not wanting to add to her bruises for being too bold. 

It was strange that, apart from the height, the men could pass for human. Their skin was a caramel colour, but not unusual. The race seemed to have large, slanted eyes, and generous lips, but they would be considered exotic on Earth, not alien. It was all very unsettling. 

Alana really hadn't paid much attention to the fact that, once again, she was naked until she heard a peel of laughter from behind her. Tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't compete with beauty like theirs. Her skin was pale, but not the flawless white of the vampire woman. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, but certainly not exotic looking. Her hair was brown, and had slices of blonde laced through it. It was so blonde that it was almost white. Alana really hoped that she hadn't been bought because of that, since it would grow out. Even her body wasn't amazing. She was curvy, heavier than she would have liked to be.

Glancing up, Alana caught the guard looking admiringly at her chest. That made her smile a little. Even when his hand brushed her nipple as he put a rectangle of fabric over her head, she didn't mind. Her sheer silver dress was different from the other girls. It was literally a large rectangle with a hole in the centre, where her head fitted through. The edges of the fabric, including the hole, were encrusted with crystals that caused the fabric to hang nicely. A belt was wrapped around her small waist, making the style quite flattering. 

The guard disappeared behind her, roughly brushing her hair. He started to pin it back from her face. Next, he stood before her and dusted her face, arms and legs with a shimmery powder. Finally, her eyes were rimmed with kohl. 

The boat bumped the side of a jetty, and the guards started to file off. The man who had bought her stepped off the boat, and then she and the others were escorted behind him. They were marched over the grass to a large villa. Alana had seen something similar in Greece once; all white walls and delicate purple flowers, dark wooden balconies and tiled fountains. It was truly stunning. Was she to live here? Even as a slave she could appreciate the simplistic elegance. 

Once in the building, Alana was looked over, as were the other two. She felt a little smug as a man, who was dressed in what looked like a kimono, tutted and fussed with miss metalic's hair. Alana then felt guilty. Her nerves started to rise as the procession of guards reached a room with a lot of noise in it. The women were marched through the door and onto a raised platform. Desperate to look around, Alana pretended to be gazing at the floor whilst she peeked through her hair. Her legs trembled at the sight before her; they were in a grand hall that was filled with soldiers. Each one was staring at the front as silence descended. Her purchaser took his place before the slaves, and addressed his audience. 

Not understanding a word, Alana tuned out as he spoke. The girls beside her seemed to be bristling with nervous energy. Would they be given to the men to share? She hoped not, almost as much as she longed to be away from the man with the cold eyes who had touched her so roughly earlier. 

A cheer erupted through the room, startling Alana. She felt as though she would vomit. A few more words were spoken, and then another cheer rang out. This one was more subdued. Alana could see the crowd parting. She longed to look up, but what she could see was enough to terrify her. The legs that walked through the parted crowd were the wrong colour. They were a purple colour. When they caught the light they seemed to glisten with a silvery sheen. She thought of miss metallic next to her. The room fell silent as the man approached the slaves. Alana dared to glance up quickly, her breathe freezing in her chest. The man who stood before them was the tallest in the room, around seven and a half feet of muscle. He wore a wrap around his waist, but that was all. His black hair hung in long dreadlocks, and his eyes were ringed with kohl. Through his parted lips, Alana could glimpse pointed teeth. There was something very feline about him.

The woman on the end of the row, the vampire look alike, started to whimper as he studied her. As he reached out to touch her, she let out a scream. A guard that Alana hadn't realised was behind them hit her around the back of the head, stunning her into silence. The man before them moved on. Miss metalic's response was also strange. For two women who seemed happy to be sold into slavery, they sure were unhappy with current proceedings. Tears streaked her face and she visibly trembled, more so than Alana who felt very fragile. The man again reached out a hand, then let it drop as miss metallic stumbled backwards into the guard. The man sighed as he finally stood before Alana. 

Alan looked up. She met the feline, blood red eyes of the warrior in front of her. His face was blank of any emotion. He reached out a hand to touch her, and raised an eyebrow when she allowed him to caress her cheek. She tried not to flinch, and almost succeeded. Compared to the other two, her reaction was positively encouraging. As the man dropped his hand, she continued to stare. A small smile had crept across his face, and once again, Alana could see his strange teeth. 

A sharp blow to the back of her head sent her staggering into him. He caught her by her upper arms. Alana met his eyes and saw a ferocity there that hadn't been present a moment ago. She had been staring at him. She wasn't supposed to look ahead of her, only at the floor. Would he strike her? She prayed not as he was so big he would surely do her some serious damage. As his hand raised, she flinched and started stammering apologies that he couldn't understand. Alana whimpered as his hand gently brushed her cheek, and then froze as it examined her head where she had been struck. His glare was aimed at the guard behind her. The purple man said a few words to the man who had bought her, and was handed a silver ring on the front of which had some sort of logo. It was unclipped, then wrapped around Alana's neck. It was snug, but not uncomfortable. As the purple warrior took Alana by the arm, she realised that she had been given to him. 

As she moved through the parted sea of soldiers, Alana felt numb. A huge hand on her shoulder forced her to kneel on a cushion as everyone sat on wooden benches. Alana kept her eyes trained on the floor. Did she really belong to this man? A finger lifted her chin, and she was forced to look up. She wanted to shut her eyes, but was afraid of retribution. The two girls left on the stage were looking coquettishly up from under their hair, as another warrior examined them. He was of the race that seemed to populate the planet, caramel skin and model good looks. All hysterics were over, and when the women were gifted to one man and then another, they seemed thrilled. Alana wondered what was wrong with her man.

Shyly, Alana glanced at him. He was studying her. Before she could look away, he pointed to himself.

"Azeric". He repeated it three times before Alana caught up. She pointed to herself.

"Alana."Azeric smiled, and then repeated her name. His accent was strange, thick and harsh. He sounded a little bit like the Russians on Earth. He stroked her hair reassuringly with his huge hand, then stood. He pulled her up, gesturing to the cushion. Alana picked it up and clutched it to her. The room had gone strangely silent. Azeric guided her ahead of him, a hand on her back propelling her forwards. Everyone was staring. Was it because he was a different race from them all? It was so obvious that he wasn't one of them. She shivered. Maybe it was because they all knew why she had been gifted to him. Would he hurt her? Eat her. Alana felt dizziness encroaching on her consciousness again. 

As Alana was pushed through a set of double doors, she felt the floor rise up to meet her. Strong arms lifted her before she hit the tiles, Azeric scooping her against his chest as she passed out for the second time. 

The room that Alana awoke in was dark. She flinched as a hand stroked hair from her face. Azeric. Alone in a room with him, he seemed so much larger. Unable to really think clearly, Alana croaked one of the only words she knew. 

"Drink." Thankfully, Azeric complied. He handed her a glass full of cool, sweet liquid. Alana wished she knew how to thank him. It occurred to her that she should be serving him. Greedily, she gulped down the liquid, only realising as she handed the glass back that she was shaking. It was freezing in the room. As Azeric moved towards her, she realised that she was lying on a large bed. He sat next to her, then laid beside her, effortlessly lifting her so that she lay across his chest. 

He was so warm. Alana couldn't find the energy to be afraid as she nestled against him. His hand stroked her back through the thin fabric she was clothed in. He was surprisingly gentle and soothing. Alana relaxed, her body limp and malleable, fitting pleasantly against his solid form. It wasn't until something beneath her thigh started to solidify that she stiffened in his arms. Alana had been so scared of his huge form and alien looks that she had forgotten that he was male. 

"No." It was the only word that Alana knew except for drink. It escaped her lips in an almost breathless plea. Azeric sighed beneath her, and set her gently on her back, on the mattress. Alana gazed at him as he rolled onto his side, his eyes searching her face for something. She wasn't sure what. He leaned forward, slowly, deliberately. Alana seemed to stop breathing. A soft kiss was planted on her forehead before Azeric climbed from the bed. He opened a huge wardrobe and removed a thick blanket which he draped over Alana. He lay back down again, but made no move to touch her. She curled up, grateful for the warm fabric and shut her eyes. She didn't think she would sleep with him watching her, but somehow she managed it.

Slavery Ch. 02



Alana awoke sweating, with far too many lumps digging into her. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and when she did she sat up with a gasp. She was alone in the room, bright sunlight streaming in through a floor to ceiling window. Alana brushed at her sleep crusted eyes, and then looked down at her right leg, arm and side. The crystals that hemmed her clothes had dug into her flesh and left angry red marks. She bet the other slaves weren't waking up in this much of a mess. For a moment she was grateful that Azeric wasn't in the room, and then chided herself. Why should she care what he thought, he owned her. 

"Alana." The voice was female, and came from a doorway to the side of the room. She turned her head and saw a grey haired woman facing her. Her skin was the same beautiful caramel as the soldiers last night. The woman pointed to herself. "Mia." Alana nodded. The women said another word then held out her hand. Alana scrambled from the bed and stood before her. Mia tugged Alana's scant clothing from her. She wiped at her face, and took the pins from her hair, letting it cascade around her shoulders. Like everyone on the planet, Mia was at least half a foot taller than her. 

Wrinkled hands pulled Alana from the bedroom, and pushed her naked into the room next door. Alana couldn't help but gasp as she saw the huge, sunken bath filled with clear green water and Azeric. Mia hander Alana a cloth and some soap, then pointed her towards the pool of water.

Alana hesitated, just long enough for Mia to give her a firm shove. She stifled a cry as she stumbled forward a few paces. Still, it was loud enough for Azeric to turn and face her. He glanced past Alana and said a few words. The door clicked shut behind her. She had to assume that Mia was gone. Taking a deep breath, Alana took a few timid steps. She hovered a pace from the edge of the bath, gazing nervously at the huge man in front of her. He held out a hand and she started to shake. He was just too big. She could not join him naked in such a confined space. Her feet wouldn't move. She was no virgin, she knew how things worked, but being bedded by a man who could crush you, being bedded by a man who owned you, made her body revolt. Her mind told her to get on with it before he gave her back, but her legs were jelly. 

Alana watched as disappointment, and then acceptance flittered across Azeric's face. His jaw set, and in a flash he was out of the bath. He strode past her. Alana thought about the emotion on his face, thought about the other women's reactions to him. He had been rejected by two slaves. She remembered her humiliation when she thought they were laughing at her.

"Azeric." His name escaped her lips as he reached the door. He stopped, but did not turn to look at her. After a moment's pause he left the room. Alana felt a sob well up inside her and, with a shudder, forced herself to contain it. She wasn't sure if it was relief or fear that caused her to react so. She studied her own emotions for a moment as she tried to calm herself. She was afraid, certainly. There was guilt there for upsetting a man who, so far, had only been kind to her. She felt homesick for Earth and, strangely, also for the slave sellers. Finally, there was the confusion which was overwhelming. Alana turned to look at the inviting green pool, and decided that a soak would be the best solution. 

Settling on the edge of the bath, Alana allowed her body to slide into the water. The heat soothed her, embracing her tense, aching muscles and caressing the stress away. Alana was a stunned to realise that the bath was more like a small swimming pool; it would take her several strokes to cross the length of it, and it was so deep that she could not stand without being completely submerged in the strange green water. After luxuriating for several minutes, and then swimming a little, Alana decided that it was time to get clean. Her fear that she would be sold on was still gnawing at her, and she understood that it was a real possibility. She resolved to do whatever she could to please Azeric, no matter how distasteful or painful. That started with being presentable the next time she saw him. With that in mind, getting herself clean was a surprisingly quick affair. 

When Mia arrived to collect her, Alana was rather shocked her change. Mia tutted at her as Alana got herself dried, was rough when she bundled her into the freshly washed, scanty dress that she was given yesterday, and all but wrenched her arm from its socket as she dragged her out of the bathroom. Alana didn't protest at the treatment, she was too afraid to. Mia seemed to be someone that Azeric employed, and probably respected. Surely Mia's opinion would be taken into account if he was to consider selling her on. 

A sense of trepidation spread through Alana as she entered the dining room. There was a long wood and metal table that looked almost medieval, certainly out of place with the crisp, clean white walls and Mediterranean colours. It looked good though, the contrast of what she thought of as minimalist, with the heavier furniture. It was the man that was seated at the head that concerned her; he looked even more fearsome with his plate piled high with food, his crimson eyes staring determinedly down at it. His lips were set in a frown, his dreadlocks tied behind his head making his cheek bones and jaw look severe. 

Mia led her rather forcibly to a seat at Azeric's right hand. Alana couldn't help her reaction of fear; she was waiting to be sent away again and couldn't stop her hands trembling at the thought. 

"Alana." The sound of him saying her name made her stomach flip. She looked up at him, meeting his blood red gaze before nervously looking back down. A gentle finger lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes once more. With his other hand he gestured at the food laden table and said a word that Alana was sure she had heard before. He said it again, gesturing to her in what she assumed was a request for repetition. Alana said it and earned a smile, although she wasn't sure if it meant food or eat. 

Azeric piled food onto her plate until she had a bit of everything. There were items that were bread like, fruit like, meats and cheeses, something hot that resembled a type of porridge, even something that looked like bacon, but tasted like steak. Alana's favourite by a long way were the grape like fruit that tasted like the cherry compote that you find at the bottom of yoghurts. As she was eating, she noticed that Azeric had stopped and was watching her. As she paused, he grinned at her encouragingly. It was a little unsettling as it displayed the teeth that looked razor sharp. Alana gulped. 

When Azeric stood, after Alana had eaten the majority of food on her plate, Alana realised that he was dressed in armour. He reached out his hand for hers and, hesitantly, placed hers in his. After being pulled to her feet he gently led her out of the house into the glorious sunshine. It was then that she realised that he lived on the grounds of the beautiful villa from last night. There were many single story villas, all like Azerics, that formed a small village. Alana realised that it must be for the soldiers. Her heart sank a little as she came to the conclusion that escape wasn't an option. It hadn't been a thought that she had really entertained, but being a slave was certainly not a lifestyle choice. 

As they walked through the lush green grounds, Alana realised that the passing soldiers would nod to Azeric, stare at her, but not stop and speak. They would speak to their own people, soldiers of their own race but not to him. He kept a furious pace, so much so that Alana had to jog to keep up. With the heat and the dirt path, it wasn't long before she stumbled into him, gasping in horror. As her body collided with his, though, he didn't even stumble. His huge hands righted her and then, seeming to realise the problem, he slowed his pace. 

Despite knowing the rule that slaves only look at the ground, Alana couldn't help being fascinated by the sights: gardeners were working on vibrant, alien looking plants; soldiers were training on a huge dirt oval, surrounded by spectators, many of whom didn't seem to be warriors; the buildings were all white with dark wood, and many had purple and pink flowers winding up trellises. It was only when Azeric placed a gentle hand on the back of her head that she realised he had noticed. She glanced sheepishly up at him, but couldn't read his expression. 

Much to Alana's surprise they eventually arrived at a huge outdoor market. They had travelled by boat down the river, a smaller boat than yesterday steered by Azeric. He hadn't forced Alana to sit under the canopy, something that she was regretting; the hot sun was starting to burn her skin. There were wonders galore at the market: fruit and vegetable stalls, butchers stalls, places to buy pottery, art work and clothes. Everything was unfamiliar and wonderful to Alana. What was more, Azeric would let her have a good look around before her stroked her hair, reminding her gently that looking was forbidden for a slave. He seemed to enjoy her sense of wonder. 

Alana, as well being in awe of her surroundings, was shocked by the fact that, not only was she the only human, Azeric was the only one of his species present. The native species, the ones with the golden skins, barely acknowledged him. Often as not, they would go out of their way to avoid crossing his path. The men and women who owned the stalls treated Azeric with respect; they were happy to have him as a patron however, they did not seem friendly. A new found respect for her owner filled her.

It was on the way back to the boat when Azeric took Alana into a small shop. Amongst the stalls it was easily miss-able. Fabric adorned the walls of the shop in jewel like colours. There was a small section of grey clothing towards the back, and it was to those that Azeric headed. He browsed the clothing, constantly in discussion with very timid shop keeper. As he studied garment after garment, Alana was drawn to a counter of accessories. 

The hair clip caught Alana's eye immediately. The ornately curved metal looked like silver. It was studded with diamonds, or the alien equivalent, and between those pearls were nestled. The clip looked exactly like one that her grandmother had given her before she died. A strong wave of nostalgia swept over Alana bringing tears to her eyes, and a sense of loss so strong that she thought she would collapse. Without thinking, her fingers brushed the delicately constructed piece. 

Jumping as a purple hand closed over hers, Alana looked guilty into Azeric's eyes. Uncurling her fingers from the clip, he lifted the fragile clip in his hand. Staying behind Alana, he scooped up her hair, twisting it into a design that pleased him. When the clip clicked closed in Alana's hair she gasped. Would he tease her so? She imagined how her hair looked; the bleach blonde twisted with the brown and secured with her heirloom. She had seen it like that many times on Earth. 

Another ten minutes or so passed as the Azeric made his purchases. All the while Alana's stomach turned. Would he let her keep the clip? As they were leaving she feared that he had forgotten that she had it in, feared that they would be branded thieves. 

"Azeric." Alana pulled away from him as she spoke his name. He turned, a look of concern and surprise upon his face. She had not uttered a word to him all day, or touched him voluntarily since she was gifted to him. The unexpectedness of her outburst left him waiting patiently for her to find the words she needed. 

"Azeric." There was pain in her voice, the fear of losing such a close replica of something that had been so dear to her at home. Alana raised a hand to the clip, and held the other hand towards the man before her begging him silently. He merely smiled and took the hand she offered, pulling her out of the shop. It seemed that he had bought her a gift.



Voyerism had never been something that Alana enjoyed, but standing at the edge of the training oval that she had seen earlier and watching Azeric fight stirred in her an uncomfortable desire to run her hands over his solid muscles. He was a glorious fighter, winning every battle that he was challenged with. Of course, the aim wasn't to kill the opponent, but to draw first blood. Azeric's unique purple flesh so far remained unmarred. 

Men, both in the stands and in the battle ring, had shown a startling interest in Alana when she first arrived. Many must have studied her as she trembled on the stage before the soldiers last night, but they seemed fascinated that she had been brought to watch Azeric train. As with most things, the fascination had soon worn off leaving Alana free to study her owner without fear of reprisal. 

After the seventh match, Azeric strolled over to Alana. He met her eyes and gave her a wide, somewhat frightful, grin. He looked positively bloodthirsty, yet strangely Alana's heart felt a little lighter as he neared her; it was as if his joy at winning was infectious. As he stood before her, Azeric raised his fingers. At first Alana thought he would caress her cheek, but instead thick fingers settled on the collar that she wore around her neck that was engraved with a symbol. He touched it almost lovingly. Alana's heart sank as he caressed one of the symbols of her slavery. 



Feeling somewhat doll like, Alana gazed up at Azeric with fearful eyes. As she had bathed after their outing, Mia had entered and handed her a blade. It was similar to cut-throat razors that some barbers used. Humiliatingly, she had motioned where Alana should shave. Although the slavers had kept Alana bare, it had been a few days since and the stubble had been growing back. Now, as Azeric towered above her, it was apparent why she had been tasked with shaving. 

Slowly, keeping eye contact until the last second, Azeric pressed his lips against Alana's trembling ones. She was concerned at first that he would bite her with his wicked teeth however, he was being almost tender. As his kiss became deeper, he backed Alana towards the bed. She hit the edge with the back of her knees causing them to buckle. Alana ended up sprawled on her back on the bed, the scanty dress she wore riding up and exposing the flesh beneath that it had barely concealed before. Crimson eyes stared down at her, dark with lust and appreciation.

Azeric's body was already bare to Alana, and she watched, half in terror, as his cock grew solid. Alana scrambled backwards as he knelt on the edge of the mattress. He was on top of her without warning, moving faster than she could have imagined despite the earlier display of his prowess. His body pressed heavily against hers, crushing all air out of her lungs. Alana writhed beneath him. Her limbs flailed wildly, panicking and desperately trying to fight him off. 

Azeric whispered words to Alana and made soothing sounds, yet she could not relax. She had promised herself that she would do anything, but it was all happening so fast. He tried to remove her dress from her though only succeeded in pushing it up over her breasts. The fabric bunched around her throat making Alana feel as though he were about to suffocate her. He tried to claim her lips with his. Alana bit down hard. She tasted blood in her mouth which made her panic more. Surely she would be punished. 

Azerics hands were surprisingly gentle as they rand down her body, not at all rough like she had imagined, yet all her crying didn't stop them. Finally, Alana found her voice.

"No. No!." The words didn't work as they had last night. Azeric paused and met her eyes. He seemed perplexed by her resistance. Large hands started to massage her breasts, then her hips. Using his knees her spread her legs easily. The head of his cock pushed against her opening. It was too big for her, and she was far from ready. Alana felt a pressure between her legs which made her scream at him, her thrashing beneath him renewed. In her own language she told him that it would be too much, that she was too dry, but it made no difference; he just didn't understand. With a tender kiss to her forehead, Azeric thrust roughly, agonisingly into her.



Slavery Ch. 03



Alana looked at the man before her in confusion. 

"Do I have your comprehension, Alana?" Strangely she found that she did comprehend. The man was speaking English. The style of it was odd as if it was book learned, and he had never had the chance to use it conversationally. 

"Yes." Her voice was hoarse from screaming, her body ached all over and there was a sharp pain between her legs and in her lower stomach. She was having cramps that she had never experienced before after sex. Once done, Azeric had climbed from her, trying to pull her close. She had fought, and almost fallen from the bed. His face had held a pained expression, and he had fled the room. In more pain than she thought she could feel, Alana had dragged the blood stained cover over her feverish body and had curled up, praying that she could sleep. 

"I need to see your pain, Alana." Azeric was hovering in the doorway. As her eyes met his she flinched. The man before her had the golden skin of the native race, and seemed to be a doctor. She let her death grip on the blanket covering her go. The doctor seemed to take this for consent. After removing the cover and leaving Alana exposed, vulnerable, the doctor began his examinations. Alana's body was covered with purpling bruises, and burnt severely from long exposure to the strange green sun. She cried out as his fingers spread her sex. The whole time Azeric stared at the floor. Eventually the doctor spoke with him, presumably giving instructions.

"He wishes to enquire as to why you are thusly damaged." It took Alana a moment to translate this bizarre English. 

"He's too big, and I wasn't ready. I tried to fight him off, but he continued." The doctor related it back.

"How do you mean ready?" Blushing, Alana considered her response.

"I need lubrication," she whispered.

"I do not have comprehension of that word." 

"I need to be slippery, for him to be able to enter me painlessly I need to be wet. Also, he is too large, Earth men are much smaller. He will hurt me until I am used to his size."

"Your body does not have... lubrication naturally." Alana sighed in frustration. She wanted to sleep, to shut out the pain that she was in. Perhaps sensing her need, Azeric spoke to the doctor. He promptly handed her a pill. 

"Drink," Azeric told her in his language, pointing to a glass on the side. He knew that that was a word she understood. She complied warily, although she doubted that he could cause her anymore damage.

"It does lubricate naturally when I am excited. I need him to take his time, to stroke places, kiss places, to arouse me." The doctor nodded, and once again relayed the information.

"You will demonstrate this for him the next time he initiates intercourse. He wishes to cause you pleasure, not harm. Females from his land enjoy a struggle before mating. There is a cream for the injuries the sun has given you, another for your insides, and pills to restore you to comfort." With that, the doctor rose and left. Was that why the soldiers had been so curious, why the other slaves had been afraid? It explained why he hadn't stopped when she had fought him; if he hadn't been with a human before he might have expected protestations as foreplay. 

Azeric approached Alana with caution. He sat at the edge of the bed as she watched him wearily. He spoke to her, soft words that she didn't understand. Shifting closer to her, she tensed. A whimper escaped her throat that subsequently caused her to blush. He frowned, then moved closer still. Alana wanted to grasp the cover to her as Azeric removed it; she didn't want him to see her nakedness, or the damage that he had caused. His warm flesh encircled hers, pulling her arm towards him. Alana tried to tug her arm away, her breath coming quickly through fear, but his grip was firm, his face determined. 

A squeal escaped Alana's throat as cold lotion was applied to her skin. Once she realised that Azeric wanted to tend her injuries, she calmed a little. He manoeuvred her naked body with ease, covering one arm then another in the soothing pinkish fluid. Alana found herself laid on her front as strong hand worked the lotion onto her tender body. She found herself melting a little beneath his touch, the fear and tension trickling out of her as his hands worked their way down her back.

Warmth started to spread through Alana's stomach, and at first she tried to tell herself it was the painkillers. Azeric's hands reached her lower back, and then quickly started on her calves. As he reached her thighs, the warmth developed into an ache. Alana could feel herself becoming moist. Her body felt so raw that she couldn't quite believe her reaction; this man had raped her, caused her serious pain, and now his touch was arousing her. Well, she thought, being used by him would be much less painful if she was wet. 

Much to Alana's growing frustration, Azeric remained a gentleman. He rolled her onto her back, and then continued his ministrations starting from her ankles. There was an awkward moment when he reached the top of her thighs, and his hands on her less than firm stomach made her blush. It was when he reached her breasts that the confusion started. Alana had closed her eyes, relaxing into the manipulation of her flesh by his powerful hands. As the palms of his hands brushed her erect nipples, Alana felt a jolt of pleasure run through her body. She shrieked with surprise, and a little indignation at the brazen, intimate touch. She tried to push his hands away from her aching breasts, but had little success. Azeric did not seem to understand the problem, and assuming that she was in pain, simply applied more lotion. 

Azeric then moved on to the second pot. By this time the painkillers were starting to make Alana feel lightheaded. She was relaxed, and drowsy. Mixed with her arousal, it was a very pleasant state to be in. Azeric pushed her legs apart, his finger coated in a thick blue goo. Without warning, he thrust the finger inside her. Alana whimpered in pain and kicked lazily against him. The painkillers were really strong making Alana feel incredibly weak. The finger inside her was removed almost as quickly as it had been inserted. The blue substance made Alana tingle pleasantly, adding even more dampness between her legs. 

Alana looked up to meet Azeric's eyes. Bemusement was stamped across his face as he raised a glistening finger to his lips and tasted the fluids that were on it. He studied Alana, then placed his hand back between her thighs. Slowly, he ran his thick finger up and across her slit gathering more evidence of her arousal as she winced in discomfort. Alana's cheeks burned even in her drugged state, and she rolled onto her side so that she could conceal her shame. Azeric spoke to her, seemingly questioning first in his language, then in her own. 

"Lubrication?" The word was mispronounced but unmistakeable. Alana's head whipped around. He had clearly been taking note of the conversation with the doctor. Alana had two choices as she saw it: she could deny that it was a sign of her arousal, saving face; her other choice was to admit that his touch had caused the reaction, something which may save her pain in the future. Slowly, she nodded her head. The shock on Azeric's face was clear. His mouth split into a monstrous grin. Leaning slowly over her, he pressed his lips to hers. Alana, wanting to feel his hands on her again, kissed him back tentatively. She felt the swelling on his lip where she had bitten him, and ran an explorative tongue over the damage. Azeric hissed into her mouth in pain, but didn't break the contact. Hands were placed either side of Alana's head so that Azeric could support his weight. The only place where their bodies connected was their mouths. 

It was too soon, in Alana's opinion, that the kiss was broken. She had been enjoying the sensation of Azeric's tongue caressing hers, his lips moulding hers to fit his. Azeric was suddenly naked. Alana pulled away, fearing that he would want to use her again, but he simply lay beside her. He tugged the blankets over them, and without touching Alana he settled down to sleep. 

It was the next morning when Alana extricated herself from her owners grasp with some difficulty. At some point during the night he had curled his body around hers, and was proceeding to bake her with his heat. Surprised that she hadn't woken him, Alana sat up to survey the damage. The pain she had expected to feel was little more than discomfort, the most painful place being an ache between her legs and in her lower abdomen. The redness had faded leaving her skin lightly tanned, the bruises were greenish and, although they covered a large area, seemed to be almost gone. They certainly weren't painful when she poked them. 

A gasp escaped her lips as a hand wrapped around her arm, turning her so that Azeric could get a good look at her. When he sighed Alana felt a little disappointed. Did he not like what he was seeing? He quickly left the bed and strolled naked from the room. Alana could hear him shouting, and wondered if he was calling for Mia. 

Soon, Mia bustled into the room. She took one look at Alana and sighed her displeasure. A little more gentle than yesterday, but still not pleasantly, she gripped Alana's arm and tugged her towards the bathroom door. Alana felt uncomfortable stumbling along the corridor naked, but had little opportunity to complain before she was thrust through the bathroom door. Mia threw down the jars of lotion that the doctor had prescribed at the same time that Alana realised that Azeric was naked in the bath. He turned, his face set in a furious mask. He yelled, causing Alana to step backwards in fright, and cower against the wall. His anger, however, seemed to be directed at Mia. She said a few words that sounded like curses, then slammed her way out of the bathroom leaving Alana stranded and uncertain. 

Azeric let his gaze fall on her. He held out a hand. Alana went to him quickly, feeling that he would brook no hesitation today. As she settled herself onto the side of the pool, Azeric waded to stand in front of her; the water that covered her completely only came up to his shoulders. Hands were around her waist pulling her to him before she realised what was happening. Azeric held her against his chest for a moment, before gently releasing her into the pool. Alana kicked to keep herself afloat, but didn't move. She could see that his body was hardening, and wondered if he would act on his desire. She feared him more than ever now that his anger was obvious. 

"Azeric." She reached out a hand tentatively, wanting to sooth him, but not knowing how. Running her palm down the hard planes of his chest, she marvelled at the feel of his skin. He held himself very still, cautiously as if he were taming a wild horse that might bolt. Remembering her promise to herself, one that she had made in that very pool, Alana held her breath and pressed her body against his. She wasn't aroused yet, not really, but as his chest came flush with hers, she could feel familiar sensations building. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Alana used what little upper body strength she had to pull herself up his body until her lips met his. She only managed to hold herself in the kiss for a moment before splashing inelegantly back into the water. He stared at her for a moment, then roared with laughter. Roughly, he grabbed Alana by the waist and pulled her back to him, bending his knees so that water came up to his chin. He pushed his lips against hers in a brutal kiss before suddenly loosening his grip and softening his advances. Alana wondered if he had felt the way her heart was pounding in fear, or the tremble in her body. Whatever had reminded him to slow down, she was thankful for it. The leisurely exploration that her mouth was being subjected to was much more pleasant. 

Alana was propelled through the water until her back came to rest gently against the side of the pool. Her left nipple was suddenly tweaked causing her to gasp with pleasure into Azeric's mouth. Alana ran her hands all over his muscled torso, feeling the ridges and definitions that helped to make him so beautiful. His erection was pressed firmly against her stomach; it was hot and heavy, far bigger than she had realised. The thought of taking it inside her again worried her. He would surely cause her more damage. A sucking sensation soon distracted her from her concerns as Azeric locked his lips around her nipple, causing her to sigh. He worked his body between her thighs, and Alana only came to her senses as he prepared to enter her.

"No," she breathed into his ear. His eyes met hers. Alana pointed to the middle of the bathroom, away from the water. Understanding, Azeric scooped her up into his arms and clambered out. He moved faster than any human could, laying towels thickly on the floor. Alana stood self-consciously, the cool air making her shiver, causing goose bumps to erupt across her body, and making her grasp her arms about herself. 

Azeric approached her slowly, a predatory look in his feline eyes. He grasped her shoulders and guided Alana to the towels, putting gentle pressure on them until she sunk to the floor. As she lay back, her legs slightly spread, he smiled in approval before laying down at the side of her. Azeric cupped Alana's face in one large hand and kissed her tenderly. Pulling back he made eye contact, causing her heart to thud wildly in her chest. His eyes told her how desperate he was to have her. Encouraged by his obvious lust, Alana reached down and wrapped her hand around the top of his cock. Slowly, she started to run it up and down the soft skin, marvelling at the hardness underneath. 

Alana felt the rough skin of his hand start to make tiny circles by her knee. As the circles got higher, she could feel her stomach clenching in a mixture of desire and nerves. Her pussy was becoming wet, really wet. By the time one long, calloused finger ran its way over her slit, her pussy was more than prepared. Azeric dipped a thick finger into Alana before grinning devilishly down at her. When she groaned, as another finger joined the first, a look of concern passed over his face. As he started to withdraw, Alana thrust her hips causing him to sink deeper. The hand that was wrapped around him picked up pace, forcing a similar groan to escape his lips. 

When Azeric withdrew his fingers, Alana almost screamed. She felt empty without them. He peeled her hand from him, placing it gently on her stomach. She looked up at him with what she knew must be a puzzled expression before blushing furiously and turning her head away. The doctor had told her to show him how to arouse her. He was doing a good job, but penetration alone would never make her come. If she wanted to take pleasure from this, then she had to show him what she wanted. 

Burying her face in Azeric's chest, Alana used both hands to cup her breasts. She squeezed them lightly, enjoying their weight. After pinching and tugging on her nipples, Alana trailed her hand down her stomach and parted her lips. One finger started to slowly circle her clit. She shut her eyes as Azeric studied her face. After weeks with no sexual release, Alana could feel her sensitive flesh reacting quickly.

A flutter started to build in her lower abdomen as she felt the tension build. She sensed Azeric move, and could suddenly feel hot breath on her stomach as he studied her movements, the sensation making her whimper in pleasure. Her finger sped up. Her other hand left her breast as she greedily plunged two fingers into her wetness. She worked them quickly, thrusting as deeply as she could manage as she stroked her clit. Her breath was soon coming in ragged gasps. 

Alana cried out in protest as Azeric removed her fingers from inside her, then actually did cry out in pleasure as he replaced them with his own. They were thrust mercilessly deep, Alana losing control of her hips and thrusting them up to impale herself deeper onto him. She felt something sharp nip at the hand working her clit, and moved it with a great sense of frustration, only to moan loudly as a hot tongue swiped over it, before Azeric's mouth clamped around it and started to suckle. Alana buried her hands in Azeric's hair as her moans got loader and more frequent. His fingers carried on their assault, stretching her almost painfully as he added a third. His tongue lapped at her clit, and then he sucked again. His tongue felt amazing, rough like a cats. The sensations were unbelievable. Alana's stomach clenched, her thighs tensing as finally she was there, waves of pleasure crashing over her Azeric forced her to orgasm. 

Suddenly, it was too much. Alana started to push Azeric's head away as he continued her stimulation. Her clit was overly sensitive, his licking causing her pain. When he realised that her reactions had changed, Azeric looked puzzled, meeting her eyes wearily. To reassure him, Alana leant forward; taking his large head between her hands she kissed him, the taste of her own juices enjoyable. He pulled his fingers from her with a wet sound, then lay on his back beside her once more. 

As Alana struggled to catch her breath, Azeric covered a finger in the blue goo that the doctor had provided. Gently, he pushed the finger into her again. Alana, still sensitive, couldn't help but gasp in pleasure. The gasp was followed quickly by a squeal as Azeric dragged her body atop of his, positioning her legs either side of his hips. He held body above his cock, positioning it at her entrance. The big hands on Alana's hips meant that she was helpless to stop him as he thrust upwards. Pain shot through her as the head of him entered her roughly. Alana chocked back a sob. A gentle hand was then caressing her face, and he gestured to her to continue.

Alana, realising that he was giving her control, slowly started to lower herself onto him. As she inched lower, the stretch became almost unbearable. Alana tried to rise from him, but he held her firm; the message was clear: she could take her time, but she would fuck him. Wincing and whimpering as she went, Alana felt the large head of his cock bump her cervix. She had only taken half of him and could go no further. This time when she started to rise, Azeric allowed her. Slowly, tentatively, she started to move. After a while, Azeric started to thrust gently back. The first time he did this Alana gasped and tensed. She knew her muscles had clamped down on him, the groan that it brought told her that he enjoyed it. 

Milking his cock with her pussy, Alana carried on moving above him as he gyrated his hips beneath her. Alana could soon feel the muscles of his chest tense beneath her hands and she knew that he would find his release soon. Azeric's thrust became less controlled, more brutal, his hands gripping her hips bruisingly tight. His body slammed into hers, pain shooting through her, her stomach cramping. Hoping to restrict the depth of his thrusts, Alana bent over him and buried her head against him chest. She sunk her teeth into him, hoping that pain of his own would bring him to his senses. Her bite had the opposite effect; at the joing between shoulder and neck, Azeric's needle sharp teeth penertrated her flesh. For a moment Alana worried that he would drain her blood, but thankfully all her did was lap at the wound he had caused, grunting with pleasure. Over and over he was too rough, and she found herself pleading with him to stop in her own language before, finally, he cried out and fell still. Alana was pulled snugly against his chest as his soft cock slid from her abused hole. 

Alana awoke stiff, cold and in pain. Her arm had gone to sleep tucked under Azeric's body. She snuggled closer to his heat, wincing as she did. His deep voice rumbled through his chest as he spoke to her. It was soothing, though she had no idea what he was saying. Eventually though, he helped her up. He lathered her body in one lotion, and coated her tender pussy in the other. His touches were loving: several times he kissed her forehead, stroked her hair and grasped at her hand. At breakfast he sat her on his knee and snuggled her close, his fingers tracing the bitemarks that he had left on her. Where Alana had bitten him, only the tiniest indent of flesh was visible. Clearly if she wanted to harm him she would have to work harder. 




Slavery Ch. 03



The real surprise was when he took her out into a secluded garden behind the house. Alana believed that it must be a private garden belonging to him. Her dress today didn't have all the gems that her previous dress had, but was instead embroidered with unfamiliar birds in silvery thread. It was sheer again, tied at the waist and a very flattering cut. Alana loved the way that it glistened in the sun. Azeric took the time to erect a canopy, then had Mia spread cushions on the floor. Alana lounged there, dozing, whilst Azeric spoke to her. Of what, she had no clue. When a shadow moved over them, Alana looked up to see the doctor. She smiled nervously as Azeric stood, and vanished into the house. 

"He will work until the sun sleeps," the doctor informed her. It was a pleasure to hear her native tongue. She didn't like that she would be alone with Mia, but Alana supposed that she would have to get used to it. 

"I'm afraid I don't know your name." 

"Jaron," the doctor informed her. After some general questions about her health, he proceeded to examine Alana. He seemed pleased with her progress, especially the bite mark that Azeric had left.

"I did not think, after yesterday, the he would proceed to this so soon. I am pleased to see that he is happy with his choice." There was genuine pleasure in the doctor's voice.

"His choice?" Alana looked at Jaron puzzled. She hugged a pillow close to her, covering her chest. The doctor was starting to make her feel a little uneasy. He didn't seem threatening though he was much stronger, but his obvious delight at her injury confused her.

"To bite you he must be satisfied that you became his slave. His race bites when they mate. They enjoy licking the bloody fluids from one another. It is a spiritual act, one that is considered sacred. It is believed by them that consuming such fluids allows you to keep a little of their spirit in your body. I am not explaining it as well as he could, but that is the basic principal. I feel though, for him to do this so quickly, you must have tasted his flesh first."

Alana clenched her jaw, remembering her desire to get Azeric off her. She had wanted to cause him pain, but instead has just signed herself up for another of his planets odd customs. She wondered why they all seemed to hurt so much. Well, she though, hurt her so much anyway. So far, he seemed unscathed. 

"Would you ask him to stop? It is really very painful, and I'm afraid of infection." The doctor chuckled to himself, grinning.

"You think I am here for you, slave? It is true that I find your company acceptable; I enjoy the opportunity to practise my language skills. Do not mistake my enquiries about your pain to mean that I am here for your benefit. Primarily, I am here to please your master, and it pleases him to have you willing, and healthy. I am also here to satisfy my own curiosity. You do not concern me further than the wishes of your master."

Alana's stomach dropped. She felt nauseous. A thought that she had previously avoided came to her, distracting her from the Jaron's surprising confession. 

"I need something to stop me becoming pregnant." Jaron smiled at Alana's outburst.

"It would please the medicine man in me to see you heavy with child. It may not be a pleasing thought to you, but the overall say lies in your master's hands. If it is his will, he will fuck you until you spawn an army." Alana swallowed back bile. The doctor's words were intentionally cruel and crude, his grin sadistic. It made her realise for the first time just how little she meant on this world. For a moment she longed for Earth, for home, but then she pushed those thoughts away. She was not ready to deal with them yet. Besides, even if she went back, home was undeniably gone. 

"We shall start your language lessons now, Alana. It is the wish of your master that you have full comprehension of our tongue."

Jaron's lessons were tiring; they sat in the heat for hours repeating words, and naming objects on flashcards. Although Alana wasn't punished when she got the answers wrong, she worried that Jaron would give an unfavourable report to Azeric. 

As the green sun set in the alien sky above her, Azeric finally returned. When he sat next to her, Alana curled herself into his body seeking protection from the harsh words of the doctor. Azeric stroked her hair lazily as he conversed with Jaron. At one point he stopped, turning her head to look at him. One long finger traced the symbol on the silver circle around her neck. He leant close to her, his lips brushing her ear, and whispered gently in words that she was surprised to understand.

"Well done, Alana."

"Thank you," she stammered in response, the new words unfamiliar on her tongue. He grinned his feline grin down at her, obviously proud, but seeing his teeth only reminded her of her torn flesh and the doctor's suggestion that there would be many more bites to come.



Slavery Ch. 04



Alana wondered curiously through the lamp lit hall of Azeric's home. After bathing, no one had come to collect her. Eventually she grew tired of waiting, and decided to go and explore. Nervously, she opened a door. Thankfully, it was the door to a strange, and fortunately empty, kitchen. Alana was curious to see no fridge or oven, and briefly wondered how Mia prepared the delicious meal that they had eaten this evening. Backing out of the kitchen, Alana caught the sound of voices coming from a door that was ajar at the end of the hall. She was sure that it had been closed before. 

Curiosity got the better of Alana. Padding quietly along the stone floor, her bare feet hardly made a sound. Hovering outside the door, she felt instantly stupid; eves dropping was all well and good when you could understand the words that you were hearing, but with her extremely limited vocabulary, this activity was pointless. The voices were not the two that she had suspected, though. One was Azeric's deep, heavily accented rumble, the other seemed familiar but she couldn't place it. It definitely wasn't Mia's shrill, chastising tones. 

Peeking around the door, Alana caught her breath. The man with the cold eyes, the one that had offered her as a reward, was sat on a small sofa. Azeric was sat in a huge wooden chair at an equally huge, ornately carved desk. His eyes looked shocked when he saw Alana, but he held out a hand to her in welcome. Shyly, she approached. When a cool hand closed around her upper arm, she froze. Azeric stood abruptly as long, thin, golden fingers dug into one of her bruises. Alana winced, though it wasn't as painful as she had expected. Taking one large step towards her, Azeric pulled her into his arms, away from the rough grasp of the man who seemed to be in charge of him. A high pitched, tinkling laugh filled the office, chilling Alana to the bone. There was something very wrong with the man who had bought her. 

Alana curled up on Azeric's knee as he sat. She glared at the lean man across from her, feeling safe enough to risk angering him. It was strange, she thought, that Azeric had so quickly gone from threat to protector. 

"Zeve," Azeric said in what sounded like a warning. Alana wondered if that was the man's name. Whatever he was called, he ignored Alana's glare, probably thinking that she was beneath him, and no concern. They talked briefly, the tension in the room staying until he decided to depart. His leaving seemed quite sudden to Alana, but she supposed if she had been capable of following the discussion it wouldn't have been. Her arm throbbed.

"Pain," she said to Azeric as she pointed at her arm. It was the first word that the doctor had taught her. He absently rubbed at the angry red finger marks on her arm. Shifting her to the side a little, he picked up a pen and started to write on a document before him. Alana was fascinated by the letters, enough that she pushed the pain in her arm from her mind. The writing looked a little like Arabic, with some letters looking Greek. It was written from left to write, as English was, but had no discernible punctuation. 

Perhaps noticing her fascination, Azeric placed his pen down. He pointed to the first word on the page and sounded it out. Alana repeated this. He proceeded to do this throughout the whole document, and by then Alana could recognise the letters that represented several sounds. Azeric then wrote a word on scrap paper. 

"Alana." Azeric pointed at the word, then handed her a pen. He had written her name. Copying it, she tried to make her imitation of the letters as neat as possible. Azeric made her write it seven times before he seemed satisfied. Alana said his name and handed the pen back. He seemed happy to teach her how to write this also. Azeric then drew a symbol and pointed to her collar. Putting her on her feet, he went to a large cabinet. He pulled huge sword from it, and laid it on the desk. Taking Alana's hand, he got her to trace the same symbol that he had drawn. Still not understanding what it meant, Alana assumed that it represented his family. She felt a lot happier about the loving way that he caressed what she assumed was a symbol of her slavery. 

Feeling quite content, Alana reached up to stroke Azeric's face. He smiled down at her and bent to give her a tender kiss. A warm feeling spread through her stomach. Pressing against him, her hand started to caress his arm. Alana reached up to him, not really sure what she was asking for, but hoping for some contact. He pulled her close, and nuzzled his face into her neck. She felt his tongue run along her wound, and shivered. Lifting up her dress, he pulled it over her head. Alana felt very exposed as his eyes took in her body and all of its imperfections. 

Despite feeling reasonably safe with Azeric, when he scooped Alana up she still shrieked. He had hurt her, even if it was unintentional, and she was well aware that he could do it again. She was placed firmly on the desk, her legs forced apart. He had a grin on his face that told her that he was pleased with her advances. 

Alana jumped as his thumb found her clit. He started circling against her with a gentle pressure that was just perfect. A finger started to push itself into her. Alana winced and started to push Azeric's hand away. She hadn't realised that she was so tender. Finding her lips with his, he withdrew his finger, but carried on stimulating her clit. Soon she was gasping and moaning into his mouth, crushing herself against his hand. Maddeningly, his pace stayed the same. He chuckled against her, seeming to enjoy Alana's display of desperation for him. Her nails dug into his bare arms as finally she found her release. When Azeric stepped away, she felt embarrassed; sat with her legs spread, her pussy glistening, she realised that she was too sore to offer him any relief.

On a whim, Alana scooted from the desk. Dropping to her knees and gazing up at Azeric, she reached for the skirt of his uniform. He looked confused, but when he realised that she intended to undress him, him obligingly disrobed. Alana's small hands rested on Azeric's solid thighs. She gazed at his hard cock, a drop of liquid shining at the end. She leant forward, intending to lick it up. Azeric stepped backwards almost causing Alana to fall on her face.

It was Alana's turn to be puzzled. He knelt next to her, stroking her hair comfortingly. He shook his head, pointing to her mouth. Alana really didn't understand. He had given her oral sex, so why didn't he want her to reciprocate? He took her hand instead, wrapping it around his shaft. She moved it slowly over him, earning a moan of appreciation. It wasn't enough though. He had taken care of her needs, stopping when he caused her pain. If she had known where he kept the healing goo, she would have used it on herself. Instead she stood, and bent over the desk, turning back to look over her shoulder in what she hoped was a sultry, inviting expression. Climbing to his feet, Azeric approached cautiously.

"Pain?" Alana nodded, but didn't move. When his reply came it was harsh, almost angry, "no." His hands ran over her back, squeezing lightly, pleasurably. He stood her up, turned her to face the door and patted her bottom. She took the hint, she was dismissed. 

Alana awoke the next morning to Azeric crouching over her. For a moment he looked so ferocious that she tried to scramble away. Grabbing her ankle, he dragged her playfully back beneath him. He waved the tube of blue goo at her, and she blushed. She decided that she wouldn't make this easy. As Azeric was unscrewing the lid, Alana took the opportunity to escape him; she wriggled out from under him and bolted for the door. 

As she fled into the hallway, his hand brushed her shoulder, but didn't quite grab it. Giggling, she ran down the hall. Azeric groaned behind her, and she assumed that he had forgotten the cream. He would need it if he wanted fuck her. Turning a corner, with the intention of hiding, Alana barrelled straight into Mia. Unfortunately, Mia had a tray of fresh fruit. The fruit squashed between the two women, Alana stumbling naked and sticky to the floor. 

Suddenly yanked to her feet, Alana struggled against Mia's steely grip. For an old woman, she sure was strong. It was then that Azeric rounded the corner. He took one look at the women and started to laugh. He was just as naked as Alana. He swapped a few words with Mia who looked surprised, then apologetically at Alana. She muttered a few words, smiled and left. The look in Azeric's eyes was still amused, but also tinged with disappointment. He hefted Alana over his shoulder, and headed back to bathroom. 

Instead of dumping her in the bath like she had expected, Azeric put her on her feet and knelt in front of her. The bizarreness of the situation made her giggle, it looked like he was about to propose. His tongue darted out to lap at the squashed fruit that covered her. After a few tastes in a variety of places, Alana couldn't help but moan. She could feel herself getting wet already, and desperately wanted to feel Azeric's tongue moving over her clit. Hoping that he would comply, she parted her thighs. 

Feeling his rough tongue lapping at her made her knees shake. As Azeric pushed it into her, she grabbed his shoulders. Swiftly, and non-too gently, he pulled her to the floor. He passed her the tub of blue goo, gesturing that she should apply it to herself. He watched fascinated as she pushed her fingers inside herself, only cringing slightly at the much diminished pain. Deciding to please him as much as she could, Alana moved her fingers in and out of herself. It felt amazing. She was incredibly sensitive, but soon she found she wanted something bigger, thicker to fill her. Moving as quickly as she could, Alana tried to pounce on him. He managed to use her momentum against her, and soon had her pinned to the floor. In a practised move he used his knees to spread hers, then pushed the head of his enormous cock against her opening. Gasping, Alana found herself being painfully stretched once again. 

Despite being on top of her, or perhaps because of it, Azeric was incredibly gentle. He took his time edging into her inch by inch. Every wince from Alana earned her a soft kiss. It was only when he was as deep into her as he could go that he started to move in a controlled, steady rhythm. A finger slipped between them and started to rub at her clit as his mouth latched onto a nipple. His teeth being in such close proximity made her understandably nervous, but there was nothing she could do. As Azeric stroked at her, her hips started to move with his. The pain really wasn't so bad today, and was even starting to feel pleasurable. Alana's muscles started to twitch around him earning a guttural groan. His mouth moved away from her nipple as his thrusts built to a punishing rhythm, all thoughts of gentleness seemingly forgotten. 

"Pain," Alana panted beneath him. He met her eyes in apology, his red irises dark with lust. His hand closed over her mouth as he increased his speed even more, panting in her ear. She started to feel suffocated. She screamed into his hand as a piercing pain shot through the flesh just above her breast. Unlike before, his teeth stayed sunk into her as he continued to fuck her. He moved his hand and she lunged, her teeth sinking into the skin of his chest. She knew she wouldn't draw blood, she hadn't yesterday, but she wanted the opportunity to inflict a little pain back. His teeth withdrew then, his tongue lapping at the bloody mess as she whimpered. He made a sound that was close to a roar, and emptied himself within her. For a moment she was mortified, remembering the doctor's comment of being used to breed an army, but then forced the thought from her mind. Denial could be a very nice place. When Azeric collapsed heavily atop of her, she knew that for him, it had been the best yet. 

Azeric soon moved away from her, lifting her trembling body into the bath. The water stung the two bite marks, as well as the sore flesh between her thighs. When he moved to kiss her, she pulled back. He frowned, but allowed her some space. Alana couldn't understand how he could keep hurting her after being so loving. He was a contradiction, and she wondered if maybe the other girls had known that his race would be like this. He could be so brutal. 

Alana washed quickly, and then climbed out of the bath. She applied the blue goo with her back turned to Azeric, but couldn't find the pink lotion. As soon as he was out of the pool, Alana gestured to her injuries. Her arm had black finger marks on it from Zeve, if that was his name, and her thigh was purple from falling. With the bite marks as well, she imagined that she looked a mess. Azeric kissed her on the head and lead her back to the bedroom. He disappeared for a moment and came back with another grey dress, just as sheer as the previous two. There were beautiful silver flowers embroidered into the fabric, with crystals in the middle. It really was lovely. 

Alana was surprised when she was fed a quick, simple breakfast, but when they left the house and headed for the river, Alana realised why. The heat outside was already stifling, and after her previous burns she was sure that Azeric wouldn't want her out for long. Walking through the beautiful gardens, Alana couldn't help but stare. This time Azeric didn't seem so enthused by her interest, and kept his large hand on the back of her head, forcing Alana to study her feet. It was only once they boarded a small boat that she was permitted to look around again, and she did so with wonder from under the canopy. 

It was only one they arrived at the market that Alana started to understand why Azeric had forced her head down. The majority of people stared openly at them, some even with a shocking degree of hostility at Azeric. Alana wondered if he had done something terrible; the visit from Zeve had been very tense last night. Had he broken some law? He clearly wasn't from this planet and his customs were very strange to her. Maybe the natives weren't too keen either. 

Azeric took Alana straight to the clothing shop that they had visited previously. Leaving her in the doorway, he purchased something that the man had behind the counter. Alana was quickly ushered out again. As they walked around the market, seemingly aiming for a particular stall, Alana kept her gaze locked on the floor. Azeric's hand briefly squeezed her shoulder, and she fought the urge to pull away; she hadn't quite accepted the events of the morning. 

Arriving at their destination, Azeric pointed Alana to a stall with beautiful jewellery. He spoke quickly to the assistant, and soon there was a box with jewellery in the colours that slaves could wear: grey, silver and charcoal. Alana picked a heavily beaded necklace. It was made up of thin strands of beads, in the three colours she could wear. The beads shone beautifully in the sunlight, and Alana loved the way that the ropes of beads were plaited together. Azeric nodded his approval, and soon they were heading back through the growing heat. 

Once again, instead of going back to the house, Alana was sat in the shade in the training arena. It seemed hotter today, the sweat beading upon her forehead and dripping down her back. She lounged back on her arms, lazily watching Azeric swing his sword at yet another warrior. Absently, she fingered the symbol on her neck, smiling at the thought that it matched his. Thinking about recent events, Alana really did consider herself lucky; Azeric was protective, loving, and mostly gentle. He had hurt her several times, this morning losing control completely, but he wasn't a cruel man. 

Fighting the urge to look in the bag next to her, Alana wondered what was in it. Before he had gone to spar, Azeric had pointed to it and told her 'no' very firmly. It was clear that whatever it was, was not for her eyes. In the end, it was the arena and not Alana's will power that stopped her. Facing Azeric were three burly warriors, and they all looked angry.

As Azeric took a defensive stance, Alana's stomach flipped. Previously, he had greeted his challengers, exchanged pleasantries perhaps. This was different. The three approaching men had their swords drawn, pointed at him aggressively. They shouted at him, seemingly goading him. Alana stood, but wasn't really sure what to do next. The men approached Azeric in an arch. Alana watched their footwork; it was precise, but wary, as if they feared the warrior before them despite the numbers being in their favour.  

Azeric waited until one of his opponents struck at him. His coiled muscles un-bunched, allowing him to lunge powerfully forward. Lightening quick he managed to parry the blow, then thrust forward with his own. He drew the blade across the man's upper arm scoring a thick red line into his flesh. Alana thought that would be the match over, or at least by the previously displayed rules it would have been. Azeric seemed to think so also; he turned his back on the men and started to leave the arena. One of the uninjured men moved before Alana could do anything but cry out.

"Azeric!" His eyes found hers just as the heavy hilt of the sword descended upon his skull. She saw the shock, pain and disgust flash across his face as his knees crumpled beneath him. Behind her, in the stands, a cry rang out. All of the warriors watching yelled their fury at the situation. Alana, before she had thought her actions through, ran towards the fallen warrior, her fallen warrior. As she skidded to a halt, and knelt by him she glanced up at his attackers; they frowned down at her, yet did nothing to stop her aid.

Vibrating with an unknown energy, Alana reached down to stroke the hair from Azeric's face. Before her hand made it though, his eyes flew open and she froze; she had never seen emotion like it, and could only liken it to an animal ready to rip into his prey. Large hands encircled her waist, and she screamed as she was lifted into the air. Her nails raked the golden skin that was restraining her. Kicking back with all her might she struggled to get back to Azeric who was starting to rise. He glanced at her, but seemed satisfied with what he saw. 

"Alana," he hissed. She froze, the energy draining from her, allowing her to rest limply against the man who held her. 

A cry filled the arena. Alana's head whipped around to find the source, and saw a group of soldiers approaching. The men who had challenged Azeric seemed to pale, and metal clattered against metal as they dropped their swords into the sand. Azeric turned his back on Alana, facing the would be adversaries. To her horror, Alana saw that a thick, black coloured liquid was trickling down the side of his neck. Blood. What else could it be? Her whole body went cold with the sudden certainty that another person close to her would be snatched away; it didn't matter that he was alien and her master, just that he had held her and cared for her. Tears started to streak their way through the light coating of dust that covered her skin. 

Turning to look at her, Azeric noticed her tears. He motioned the man holding her to let her go, then summoned her to stand with him. Not really understanding what was going on, and worrying that the blow would lead to a fatal concussion, Alana clutched his hand desperately. She knew that he was tough, that she was probably being foolish, but he had always avoided injury and seeing the strange coloured blood running over his skin made her feel queasy with concern. It wasn't long, though, until Alana was snapped out of her morbid fantasies. 

The soldiers stamped their way towards the group at an alarming pace. Circling around them, they stood behind the three who had dropped their weapons. Blood was pooling onto the sand from the injured one which was not helping Alana's feeling of sickness. The three men dropped to their knees in unison. Three soldiers stepped forward and, with a whoosh, drew their swords. Alana didn't have a chance to gasp before the swords were hefted and sliced, seemingly with ease, through the necks of the kneeling men. Alana couldn't help but watch one man's face in horrid fascination as pain, then death, flowed across the features. The heads, followed by the bodies, hit the ground with a sickening thud. Screaming rent the air. All Alana could focus on were the empty eyes that rested in the heads.




Slavery Ch. 04



Azeric seemed to be suddenly knelt before Alana, shaking her. It took her a moment to realise that the piercing scream was coming from her. She took a deep breath to calm herself, but started to gag on the stench of death. The natives of the planet had blood the same colour as a human, she noticed. It wasn't an observation that helped calm her. Alana's heart was pounding furiously as she was lifted childlike into Azeric's arms. Alana could hear people talking, Azeric responding, but she hadn't the energy to recognise any words. Breathing was difficult, and she felt as though she were becoming hysterical. 

A familiar voice saying unfamiliar words sounded in her ear. Recognising Jaron's voice, Alana started to kick, then scream once more. Something pricked her arm, a cold liquid feeling spreading through her muscles. The urge to fight left her, then the urge to panic. She found herself falling limply back in Azeric's embrace. The last thing she was aware of before the drug induced darkness consumed her was being passed to the doctor. 

Alana awoke in her bed. She felt tired, groggy and like she needed a bath. There was no momentary sense of peace; the moment conscious came, the memories of the slaughter came back to her. Alana didn't understand why it had happened. Surely some other form of punishment would have sufficed? She didn't understand the customs here, and felt that it would take too long to learn them. 

"The show that you provided us with was most unpleasant." Alana turned slowly to the sound of the voice. Jaron studied her coolly, his assessing gaze making her skin prickle. "I would like to extract from you whatever allows you to produce such a noise." Alana, feeling brave, glared at him. After what she had witnessed, she felt that an unprovoked attack on her would lead to the swift punishment, and possibly decapitation, of Jaron. Of course, she could be wrong, she was but a slave.

"Your flesh has a lovely variety of colour on it now. He has not been using the lotion. I wonder," the doctor dragged the covers from Alana at this point, "if he has been soothing between your legs." Bony hands gripped Alana's ankles and forced them apart, consequently exposing her to the doctor. She longed to scream, to cry for help, but couldn't find her voice. Whatever he saw seemed to satisfy him though, and he released her ankles, throwing the cover back at her. 

"Our warrior is nothing if not a man, I see. I should have known that the pleasurable part of you would be well cared for. It is, after all, as important to care for the scabbard that the sword is sheathed in, as well as the sword itself." Alana blushed furiously, but saw this as an opportunity.

"Did you ask him about medicine to avoid pregnancy?" Alana tried to force steel into her voice that she didn't really feel.

"I will not ask him. I doubt that he will consider it. I will enjoy seeing you swell, and will take great pleasure in the uncomfortable, regular examinations that I surely must perform to ensure your health, and the bastard, half bred child's." A shuddering gasp escaped Alana, and if Azeric hadn't entered at that point, Alana felt sure that she would have launched herself at the doctor. She felt like a coiled spring. There was so much tension within her that she wasn't sure what would set her off. 

Azeric settled on the bed next to her, his huge arm pulling her close. Alana looked at the doctor with defiance in her eyes; just because he wouldn't broach the subject, didn't mean that she couldn't. She wouldn't do it now, with Jaron there, but could surely do it that night when Azeric took her to bed. 

It wasn't long before Azeric pulled Alana from the bed, and gave her a gentle push in the direction of the bathroom. He didn't join her, and she was glad for the solitude. She took a moment to study the bruised state of her body. Some of the bruises were the greenish colour of almost being healed, thanks to the lotion. The majority were purple, with some black. The bite marks looked horrendous, and for a moment she wondered what her mother would have said. Alana quickly pushed the thought from her mind. 

As she relaxed into the water, she decided that she would indeed try to tell Azeric that she didn't want a pregnancy. If he didn't understand, surely Mia would. Mia. Now there was a puzzle. Alana really wasn't sure what to make of her. Mia had been kind to her, but also cold and rough. She couldn't distinguish any particular reasons for her rapid mood swings, but came to the conclusion that it would become evident with time. The water soothed Alana, and went someway to uncoiling the tension that was within her. She thought about the events of the last month, focussing on the event that led her to this. The water on that day hadn't looked soothing at all, but she had known that it would be. It had been cold, tumultuous, sending her spinning, and struggling and gasping for air. She remembered the cleansing, burning way that the cold, dirty water had filled her lungs, and hated hands that had pulled her out of the river's death grip. Was she glad that she had survived? She wasn't sure. Here, at least, she could live in denial. 

Mia didn't knock when she entered. She gestured furiously for Alana to remove herself from the water, and to get herself dry. Mia lead her to a room that she hadn't been in before. It had rails and rails of clothes. She was surprised to see that most of them were grey, which meant that they belonged to her. Mia could wear any colour she chose, which meant that she certainly wasn't a slave, and Alana suspected that she didn't actually sleep in the house with them. 

Spotting the bag that Azeric had purchased earlier, Alana headed towards it. When she looked back towards the old woman, she received an encouraging nod. Excitement started to fill Alana as it seemed apparent that whatever was in the bag was for her. On top of the bag was the clip that Azeric had bought her on her first day. Under that, there was the necklace. Carefully placing those to one side, Alana removed a floor length, sheer grey dress. Mia helped her into it. 

Alana was shown to a mirror, and she couldn't help but gasp. The material exposed her surprisingly tastefully, and she wasn't quite sure how. The neckline was plunging, and lined with stunning metallic beads in a gunmetal grey. The work to attach them must have been painstaking, and every now and then they were interspersed with tiny, light catching crystals. The sleeves were long, kimono like, and there was a belt to cinch the dress in at Alana's waist. The belt was covered in the same beads and crystals as the neckline, leaving it heavy, but reassuring. The embroidery was in silver thread, and the only animal that Alana knew that resembled the image was a dragon. It was stunning. 

Mia moved quickly around Alana as she stood transfixed. Her hair was scooped up, with elegant strands left to dance around her face. She felt the clip click into her hair, securing it. The band around her neck was removed, and replaced with the necklace that she had chosen earlier. Her eyes were ringed with kohl, the lids dusted in a silvery powder. Finally, a bracelet that she hadn't seen before was placed around her wrist. It had a symbol on it that she recognised as Azeric's, and was encrusted with more crystals. Alana couldn't help wondering if maybe they were diamonds. 

When Azeric entered the room, he took Alana's breath away. His long black dreadlocks were secured in a ponytail behind his head, displaying his sharp, elegant cheek bones. His crimson eyes seemed to blaze out from his face. The eyes themselves were lined heavily, like hers. Across his purple-silver skin, the black outline of a dragon had been painted. The tail started somewhere on his back, and curled over his shoulder, down his muscular torso, and ended above his where his wrap sat tantalisingly. On the black silky looking wrap, flames were embroidered in gold and red thread. It looked as though the flames were spewing from the vicious looking mouth of the dragon. When she dared to meet his eyes, she knew that her face was flushed with a sudden lust for the man in front of her. Pleasingly, his eyes were also dark with need, and she could see the physical signs of arousal beneath his scant clothing. She giggled, then took his outstretched hand. She had no idea where they were going, but found that she really didn't care.

Soon, Alana's unasked question was answered. They approached the beautiful villa on the hill. Alana felt a sense of trepidation; she despised Zeve, the man with cold eyes, and only could hope that she wouldn't be sat near him. The entrance was lined with armed guards who nodded to Azeric, and ignored her. They were lead into a cosy dining room, with a table that would seat ten. There were four cushions on the stone floor, each placed next to a chair. Zeve stood when they arrived, and it seemed as if they were the first guests. He exchanged pleasantries with Azeric as a servant lead them to their respective chair and cushion. Thankfully, they were not at Zeve's right hand. 

A scantily clad woman in grey entered. Alana was pleased to see that her gown was not as beautiful as Alana's own. The woman was tall, lean, and had a severe looking face. Her skin was incredibly pale, her hair a fiery red. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, and Alana decided to follow suit. It wouldn't do to get herself or Azeric in trouble. The woman knelt beside Zeve, and soon others started to file into the hall. When conversation started, and all too familiar voice whispered in her ear.

"Our Lord decrees that, for tonight, the slaves may look at us." Alana groaned inwardly that Jaron was seated next to her. She looked up at him, and met his hard gaze. She turned to look at Azeric, and saw him looking proudly down at her. He handed her a glass filled with some pale pink liquid. It tasted like heaven, sweet but not overpowering.

Azeric gently rubbed her shoulder, then pointed to the doctor.

"Jaron." Alana nodded at the unnecessary introduction. Azeric went around the table like this, pointing out and naming all of the people. All of them, except for Azeric and the slaves, were native to the planet. As well as Zeve's slave, there were the women that had been gifted with her. Alana felt proud for a moment, that she was the most finely attired, until the thought occurred to her that perhaps this was because she was the least attractive.

As the food was served, Alana had the chance to try and pick out words that she knew. She ate a variety of foods, but was quickly full. Azeric didn't try to feed her more, in fact he seemed to barely notice she was present. Thankfully, neither did Jaron. It was when dessert was served that she heard a word that she recognised spoken several times, by several of the women, the slaves. Azeric. 

"Jaron," Alana interrupted the doctor with a sense of dread in her stomach, "is Azeric a common name for men here?" The doctor chuckled heartily. 

"Stupid slave, Azeric means master." With that, he turned back to his conversation. Alana felt a prickling sensation in the corners of her eyes. She couldn't cry, not here, not over this. She was being stupid, she angrily told herself. She knew he owned her, why wouldn't he tell her his name. It made her feel sick. Alana felt betrayed, like his gifts and his caring for her were all pretence. It was as if the world had shifted, and she no longer could find her feet. Abruptly, she stood. The man who she had called Azeric tried to pull her into his lap, but she couldn't even look at him. 

"Toilet," she hissed at a smirking Jaron, and was pointed to a door at the far end of the hall. Ungracefully, she ran for it, tears once again streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't face him, couldn't go back. She would run, find a way out, leave. She might not be able get off the planet, but she could at least leave the grounds of the villa, and all of the soldiers that it housed. 

Alana padded as quietly as she could along the hard, cold floors. She didn't really no where she was going, but thought that she would be safe if she stuck to the corridors, and kept her head down. The first time a soldier passed her, she felt her heart fluttering in her chest. He didn't stop her, didn't speak. Alana decided that she would be o.k. 

Eventually, after what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes, Alana made it to the entrance way. Slowing to a calm walk, Alana headed past the guards without being challenged. She nearly slipped on the steps as she descended into the gardens, and then she was running as fast as she could along the path.

Alana didn't know how much time had passed before she started to feel calm again. She had ran until her chest burned, and her breathing was ragged, until her muscles ached, and her head span. Above her, the moon and stars were being rapidly concealed by thick, dark clouds. Soon it would too dark for her to see. Alana had soon left the path that she had followed, she had ran through the gardens, heading in the direction away from the river. It was an unexplored area for her, and she pleased to find a wooded area. It obviously wasn't natural, but the gigantic trees would offer her enough cover to hide until she decided what she would do next.

Alana found wondered aimlessly for a while, until she heard shouting. The voices were male. It was far away still, but she knew that she needed to find somewhere to hide. Her pace picked up just as huge raindrops started to fall, and thunder boomed through the sky. As Alana hurried, her dress repeatedly caught on low branches, and bushes. Her ankles and knees twisted as she stumbled over roots as thick as her waist. Soon, she was starting to panic again. The wood was eerily quiet, and she wasn't sure how far the shouts were carrying. 

As she came to a small clearing she froze. A golden skinned man stood facing her. He wasn't in warriors dress, but instead in a white robe. He grinned wickedly at her.

"Causing quite a stir, aren't you?" Alana was shocked to hear English rolling from his tongue. Her ears could hear the sound of rushing water in the distance, but nothing else. Even the shouting had stopped. She stared at the man, who approached slowly.

"We need to get you home." His voice was gentle, reassuring. Faltering only slightly, Alana took a timid step towards him. Although not as big as her master, he was still huge. 

"You are limping a little, and you are losing blood. Let me tend your injuries." Alana nodded in agreement, and sat down where he pointed. If she was lucky, he would patch her up and then she could escape. If there was another river, there may be boats, and this far away from the villa, she doubted that they would be heavily guarded.

The man reached into a bag that she hadn't seen, and pulled out several strips of long white fabric. Bandages, good. Now that she had stopped, Alana's ankle really was throbbing. She knew that she had been putting strain on all of her joints, but hadn't realised that she was really hurt. Shuffling back against a tree, she rested her head against the trunk and shut her eyes. It was a shock when her arms were yanked behind her and bound. Alana tried to scream, but as soon as she opened her mouth, another bandage was shoved roughly inside. To make it secure, as Alana tried to spit it out, the man then bound another bandage around her mouth to keep it secure.

"I would love to hear you scream the stars from the sky, but I wouldn't want you master to find us." Alana watched in horror as the man drew a large knife from his bag. It looked sharp, something that hunters might use to skin an animal. Alana regretted that though as soon as she had it. Her beautiful, somewhat tatty dress was cut from her, exposing her flesh, and her legs were yanked forwards, so that she was laid almost flat. Agony seared through her shoulder joints, a white hot pain, then a faint feeling. Alana could barely focus, and she realised that her shoulders had just been dislocated. 

From another place, Alana felt pain flare through her stomach, a white hot pain that almost brought her back to reality, but not quite. Looking down through her spinning vision, she saw a slice of red across her stomach. There was blood dripping from the wound, soaking into the rain drenched forest floor. The face in front of her swam in her vision.

"Jaron said you would have interesting insides, you know. He is quite keen to observe this, but I just couldn't wait." The words registered with Alana as another stroke with the knife sliced through her flesh, this time on her upper thigh. At least he wasn't going to disembowel her yet, she thought. The image of Jaron standing over her made her almost choke with fear. The flesh on her forearm parted easily under the knife. 

A shout in the distance stopped the man before he made another slice. There was a responding shout much closer. Alana made the loudest noise that she could into the gag, but it was all but stifled. The pain in her body seemed distant now, and she knew that she was on the verge of unconsciousness. In one last move of self-preservation, Alana lifted a knee up into the groin of her attacker who was still hovering over her.

Through the trees burst her master, sword wielded above his head. Her attacker straightened through his pain, but he was too late. The sword flashed in a deadly arc. Thankful for the ringing in her ears, Alana didn't hear the noise that the decapitation made, but did feel the spray of hot blood cover her body. She was proud when she didn't scream.

Her master didn't look at her. He rolled the dead man onto his back, then plunged his fist through the corpse's chest. Alana tried to blink away the image as her mater gripped the heart, then ripped it out. Even over the bells of unconsciousness, Alana heard the squelch. She watched in disgust as her master lifted the heart to his mouth. Using his ferocious, pointed teeth, he tore a chunk of meat from the heart. Alana started to shake as he consumed the steaming, bloody flesh. He had been inside her, this cannibal. She never wanted to feel him against her again. This was why the others reacted as they did to him. When she looked at him, she couldn't help but wonder if he would consume her, also. 

Once done, Alana's master approached her. He wasn't careful or cautious as he had been previously, but business like and grim. First he ungagged her, her whimpers finally allowed to surface. The stench coming from his mouth was enough to make her stomach heave, combined with the fear, and the pain as he untied her wrists, she vomited all over herself. As he tried to move her, she screamed in agony. After a moment of study, he wordlessly yanked an arm back into place. Once again Alana's vision swam. As he replaced the other, it was too much. More vomit rose in her throat, and as the world went black, she started to choke with only the desperate thought that she didn't want him to touch her running through her mind.



Slavery Ch. 05



Alana stared at her master with the hardest eyes that she could muster. Standing at the end of the bed, he had been staring at her for what felt like hours. She couldn't read his emotion; his face was a blank except for his eyes, but Alana didn't know if it was anger, sadness, or something else entirely. When the doctor entered, Alana's master visibly flinched. Alana hated not knowing what to call him anymore, hated not knowing his name. 

The doctor, he was another matter. The man last night had specifically mentioned his name. If he were to continue to give her language lessons, Alana would have to play this carefully, she couldn't afford to endanger herself again so quickly. Last night had been a huge mistake, one that had nearly cost her life. Alana doubted that she would get to go home anytime soon, doubted that she would even find a way, but she still had hope. Running away was not an option until she knew more about this planet, she realised that now. Trying to communicate Jaron's part in the incident would surely get her killed. 

"Azeric?" Alana forced the word from her mouth. Knowing its meaning left it hard to say, and left her gut clenching. The worst thing, though, was that he completely ignored her. He spoke to Jaron who happily lifted the covers from Alana, running a loving finger over the hasty stitches that he had administered last night. Alana knew that a world of pain was in front of her this morning; the treatments had been temporary, and Jaron would have to cleanse and close the wounds properly today. When Jaron handed Alana a bitter tasting drink she was grateful. The effects of it soon took hold, and the world that she was in suddenly seemed very far away. She wasn't unconscious, and could feel stitches being tugged uncomfortably from her stomach wound, but was able to focus her mind elsewhere.

Unfortunately, Alana's mind drifted to a place that she really didn't want to go to. Alana was back in the cemetery, the sun blazing overhead. It wasn't right, that sun. In films, she thought, it was always raining at a funeral. FUNERAL. Someone had once pointed out to her that you could rearrange the letters to spell REAL FUN. That was playing on her mind today, it was all that she could think of. What a sick, sick joke. 

Alana walked, and walked. Sweat trickled down her back and between her breasts. She desperately wanted to avoid the fresh mounds of dirt that were behind her, and instead played a little game with herself. She would look at the names on the headstones, look at the dates, and imagine a whole life for the corpse rotting beneath her. After a while, Alana could almost smell the decaying bodies, could imagine them shifting in the earth, turning and fidgeting. It was when images came to her mind of bony fingers clawing to escape that Alana fell to her knees on the hard ground, hands over her ears, tears streaming down her cheeks. The reverend found her like that. He took her to the small church, and made her tea. He had asked Alana if there was anyone he could call, and when she had shaken her head he hadn't looked surprised. There had been no one else to help bury them, after all. 

Alana reached up clumsily to wipe at the ghost of tears, and was shocked to find them really there. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but it was only just over two weeks since that day in the cemetery. Jaron's face came into focus above her, and for once she was grateful to seem him. Alana listened as her master said something to Jaron.

"He is leaving. You will see him in ninety nights." Alana was puzzled for the moment. It was abrupt, to the point, but didn't really explain anything. Her master was leaving, and she didn't even know his name. Panic made her bold.

"Why is he leaving?"

"If you can't work it out, slave, then it isn't my place to say." That led Alana to wonder if he was leaving because of her.

"What is his name?" Jaron opened his mouth to reply, but Alana's master beat him to it. He conversed with Jaron, sighing for a moment. 

"Kalen." When Alana looked blankly back into his red eyes, he pointed to the doctor, then her. "Jaron, Alana." He pointed back to himself, "Kalen."

"Kalen?" Alana tested the word uncertainly, and received confirmation from Jaron. As far as names went, she much preferred Azeric. Kalen didn't sound as powerful and commanding, which Alana supposed was appropriate. No, she was loathe to call anyone master; Kalen would do just fine. 

"Alana, I will be here every day to help you with the comprehension of our language. Your master leaves in several minutes. You may wish to say goodbye, whilst I instruct Mia on the care you are to receive until tomorrow."

Alana glanced at Kalen, completely confused as to what was expected of her. Her whole body throbbed, and she wasn't sure that she could get out of bed. She was somewhat relieved when he came over to her, and kissed her quickly on the head. He looked like he wanted to speak with her, but just sighed in frustration. When he left the room, Alana burst into tears. Her world had been turned upside down so many times in the last month, Kalen leaving felt like the last straw. On this world, he was all that she knew. 

For the rest of the day, Alana was left to mope in bed. Mia brought her painkillers, food and water, but did nothing else to keep her company. Alana had endless time to think about her predicament. She came to several conclusions though, and by the time the sun was setting she felt a lot happier. She was on an alien planet with no way to get home, but home was pretty much gone anyway. She would have to make a home here. With that in mind, she resolved to make friends with Mia. Kalen was gone, but that left her three months to improve her language skills, and to become the 'slave' he wanted. That way, he might keep her. Alana had decided that it was 'better the devil you know'. The real quandary had been the doctor. Jaron freaked her out, but so far had not hurt her. His fellow doctor, the man whom Kalen had conveniently consumed had implied that he would like to, but there was no way of knowing if last night's attack was due to Jaron. The issue of Kalen eating the heart of a man was something that she was desperately concerned about, but Alana decided to leave that issue until a later date. It didn't mean that he would eat her. Probably. 

It was three weeks until Alana learned that Kalen had left to fight for Zeve. In all of the weeks of not knowing, Alana had worried that he was being punished for her behaviour. The first week with him gone had been awful. Alana had been bed bound until Jaron announced her injuries healed. The methods that he used were highly effective; after a week all that was left were thin, pale scars. Alana was glad she had them though. In moments of fancy, she would imagine escaping to freedom. Her scars were there to ground her, and to remind her that chopping up little humans seemed to be a pastime for two out of the ten or so natives that she had met. When considering the odds, avoiding being dissected whilst alive was not looking like a possibility. 

As well as her largely uneventful, daily language lesson from Jaron, once Alana was deemed fit Mia had been doing her best to tutor her as well. Mia had taken Alana everywhere with her, and insisted on pointing to, and naming everything. Alana really enjoyed trips to the market, and to visit Mia's friends, although, apart from carrying the groceries, she suspected that it was to ensure Alana didn't try to run again. After their morning excursion, Alana's day was mostly repetitive. She was generally left to her own devices, and would be shooed out of a room if she tried to help Mia to clean or cook. Alana decided that she would try to teach herself to read, a largely impossible task. Jaron would help occasionally, but he was rarely in good enough cheer. The symbols that passed for writing looked annoyingly similar, and Alana had forgotten the ones that Kalen had taught her. In the end, she spent so much time thinking about Earth that it was depressing. 

It was during one of her formal language lessons that Alana decided to ask Jaron a little more about Kalen. 

"Why is everyone here so afraid of him?" Jaron glared at Alana for interrupted him mid explanation, but he clearly couldn't miss an opportunity to taunt her.

"There are many reasons, slave; your master's race are mighty and vicious, they rarely have mercy for anyone."

"Please, Jaron, explain." Even to her own ears, Alana's voice sounded exasperated.

"You saw that your master ate my associate's heart after he killed him. That is one reason. As in sex, they believe that they should consume fluids, this time of the fallen. It is a way to obtain the strength of the enemy. It is a sacred practice of theirs that we find abhorrent."

"Do they like all bodily fluids?" Alana enquired, thinking about Kalen's refusal of a blow job. She blushed, and Jaron scowled. 

"It is the blood. Why do you turn that hideous shade?"

"Do you know why he would refuse to receive oral sex? He happily gives it..." At the risk of offering too much information, Alana paused. Jaron actually look thoughtful, and paused before answering.

"It is a practice that their women hate, they believe that the semen is extremely unpleasant, and find the act demeaning. It is often used as a punishment, but it is odd that he would not allow you to demean yourself. Most of the men of his race enjoy forcing the act upon their slaves, although I doubt many have humans. Perhaps you are merely too small. As for goving it, that is more astounding. It is often given as a reward, yet I see nothing that would deserve one." The last words were said with a sneer. Alana considered the information, the smiled to herself. Surely that showed that Kalen cared, in some odd way. Lately she had wondered if he would sell her on his return because of her previous behaviour, but she prayed that he would keep her. She couldn't imagine any other owners putting up with her, and with him gone she was feeling sentimental. 

"There is one other thing that we fear them for." Alana was puzzled; this was the first time that Jaron had voluntarily expanded upon an answer without her probing. "Their race conquered ours, and took many of our women as slaves. They were peaceful for the most part, and treated us well, but the slaves suffered. Their women had fallen prey to a disease that killed many, and left more infertile. The men needed to reproduce, as the disease had ravaged them for decades, leaving few children. Let us say that mating with their race did not end well for the slaves. Of course, they have a cure now, but we are wary."

"Why did it not end well?" Alana thought that Jaron was being very cryptic, purposely so.

"I have a feeling that you will come to understand the reasons, sooner rather than later." With that, Jaron took his leave. Alana was annoyed and puzzled, but didn't work up the courage to ask more on his next visit. The idea was soon pushed from her mind. Jaron was often cruel, although he didn't physically harm her, and she put it down to another meaningless taunt.

It was with only ten days to go until Kalen's return that Alana started to worry. As she had clambered out of the bathing pool that morning, Alana had been surprised to see Mia. At first, she had watched her bathe every day, but now that she trusted her, Mia largely allowed her time alone. Mia had studied her naked body across the room, and Alana had watched her visibly pale as her eyes came to rest on Alana's stomach. Alana looked down herself, and realised that she was starting to get a little rounder. She had never been slim, but thought that she had been losing weight. She had certainly lost her appetite, especially in the afternoons, and evenings. In fact, she had been feeling very nauseas around those times, and had put it down to lessons with Jaron, and the heat. 

Alana met Mia's eyes as the old lady strode towards her. Mia's hand touched her tentatively, then grasped her wrist. There was only the one mirror in the house, and Alana knew that she was being taken to it. As she walked, she considered when her last period had been. Earth. It hadn't seemed too strange that she hadn't bled here, in fact, she had completely forgotten that she should have had several by now.

Standing before the mirror, Alana was shocked. She had lost weight, certainly. Her face was pale, her cheeks a little hollowed, and her eyes had black smudges under them. She hadn't been sleeping well for a while, but again had but it down to the heat. Her stomach had a soft curve to it, nothing that stood out under her clothes, but turning to the side she realised that it was definitely pregnancy, and not fat. Alana took a shuddering gasp, and turned to Mia.

"Don't tell Jaron, not yet." Mia nodded. As Alana's language had developed, she had discovered that Mia didn't think much of the doctor, either. 

"Kalen won't be happy, Alana. You must prepare yourself for his sadness." Alana nodded, dumbly. She didn't ask why, she didn't care. She was pregnant. What the hell was she going to do now? 

That night, all Alana could do was think of her mother. How often had she joked about not being a grandmother too young, when secretly that was what she longed for? Alana knew that her pregnancy would have thrilled her mother, or at least it would have done if it had been a human baby. She remembered that Jaron had referred to a possible child as 'a bastard, half breed.' That would be exactly what it was. Alana lay on her bed, sick to her stomach. How had she not noticed the signs? Yes, the morning sickness was in the afternoons, but that wasn't so unusual. One of her friends had been ill all day, every day. There was no excuse, she was an idiot. 

Without meaning to, and for the first time in months, Alana thought back to why she had been taken as a slave. She remembered being pulled from the water after jumping from the bridge. She had been chastised for trying to waste her life, as if her suicide had been anyone else's business. In the cold, and through the shock, Alana hadn't noticed that her rescuer hadn't been human. Maybe, she thought, she should attempt to end it again. The thought made her weep. She couldn't, wouldn't risk the life of her baby, even if it was 'a bastard, half breed.' Her mother was dead, her brother, her father. Her fiancé had left her for her best friend. She had no family, except this baby. She had no home, but she was providing one for her child. Alana curled up under her blanket, hands on her stomach, her mind wondering back to her mother.

The day of the crash, Alana had been working. She was supposed to go out with her family, spend the day having a picnic and a catch up. The sunshine had been blazing, and she had been looking forward to it, but when work had called with overtime, she had snatched the opportunity. She was on her own now, and bills weren't cheap. The thought of Marcus had made her want to vomit, and there was nothing like work to help her forget. 

The truck that had hit the car had faulty breaks. They died on impact, her father and brother, but not her mother. She had been trapped in the car for hours, and had died just before the rescue team could cut her out. Alana hadn't found out until it was all over. Kelly had taken the call at work, Kelly who had gone for lunch after a brief look for Alana. She had forgotten then anyone had called, and had subsequently been fired, but that would never give Alana back the chance to say goodbye. 

Alone, Alana had found herself on the bridge, thinking of all the times she had been swimming with her brother. The funeral had been awful, and she had been as alone as she felt. There had been others there, friends of her family's, but they weren't really friends of hers. The water used to feel good, cleansing. She had thought about how good it would feel, so she had jumped, tried to end it all, and ended up in a slave house being sold. Now she was pregnant to a man who ate the hearts of his enemies. 

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*Author's note: Sorry that this is a short chapter. I am going away for ten days, and will be without computer access. I am sharing what I have so far as I hate having to wait, so don't want to make you guys wait either! Please keep commenting, I enjoy reading feedback, and it gives me something to work on! Thanks, Alice xx*



Slavery Ch. 06



Alana woke to confusion. She had been dreaming about Jaron, and what he would do to her when he found out that she was pregnant. In her dream he had been determined to dissect the baby, and nothing she said would stop him. The silhouette in the room scared her, and for moment Alana thought that she was still dreaming. The silhouette stood, and in that moment Alana knew who it was; no one was as tall as Kalen. Before she knew what was happening, Alana burst into tears. Taken aback, Kalen froze. He had been stepping towards her, and was shocked by her outburst. He placed a small package on the end of the bed, then left the room.

Alana was furious with herself. She had been counting the days to Kalen's return with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, and now he thought that she was unhappy to see him. Alana decided that she had to act quickly; she certainly couldn't let her emotions overwhelm her, and ruin the chance to make things right. Rushing into the hallway, Alana shouted after Kalen. She hadn't bothered with clothes, and for a moment he just stared at her, his eyes travelling over her body.

"No." It was a whisper at first. "No, no, no!" Kalen's voice boomed with an anger that Alana didn't understand. He took a step back, head in his hands, before turning and punching the wall. The white paint was smeared with his black blood. 

"Kalen." Alana's voice betrayed her fear and uncertainty. He strode towards her, his huge hands encircling the tops of her arms. He shook her roughly.

"How can this be happening? How?" Alana tried to pull away, but had little success. Shutting his eyes, Kalen took a deep breath. He seemed to realise that he was scaring Alana. In a much calmer voice he muttered into her ear, "I will protect you from this. I will not let this happen to you."

"I don't understand."

"Pregnancy." Kalen spat the word out as if it was something distasteful. Alana was shocked. She had expected that Kalen would be surprised, and maybe a little uncertain, but the anger and the disgust was not something that she had anticipated. Alana thought back the Mia's comment about expecting upset, and Jaron's comments about interspecies mating not ending well. Kalen pulled her gently to his chest, brushing strands of hair from her face. Alana's tear streaked cheeks were tenderly kissed as Kalen reassured her. As Kalen led her back to the bedroom, Alana wondered what could be so bad about the pregnancies. She couldn't imagine anything that would make her want to give her child up, and she was sure that, with time, she would be able to convince Kalen to agree with her, after all it was his child, too. 

Settling into bed with Alana, Kalen reached for the package. She snuggled against him as he handed it to her. 

"I thought you would like this." His tone was unsure. Alana kissed his cheek as she eagerly opened the wrapping. The contents puzzled her for a moment as she examined them. Once Alana realised what Kalen had given her though, she leapt on him, throwing her arms around his neck and covering his face with kisses until she found his lips. There were several books that were obviously meant for children, a pad of paper, several pens, and a handwritten dictionary translating this world's language to English. The rich, deep rumble of Kalen's laughter filled the air, but his joy at Alana's pleasure was only momentary. 

Kalen's large, calloused hand rested on Alana's blossoming stomach. "This will kill you. It must be removed." Alana met his eyes and saw that he was completely serious. She shook her head. 

"My baby won't kill me, Kalen." Alana put all the feeling that she could into her voice. 

"I'm so sorry, Alana. If I had known that I could get you pregnant..." He looked away, not able to maintain eye contact. 

"Why did you think that you wouldn't? Jaron told me about your history with his race. If your species could impregnate them, then why not me?" Alana asked her questions gently. Kalen looked lost, and unsteady, not at all like the warrior he was. For the first time, Alana started to wonder if maybe Kalen and Jaron were right. They certainly seemed to think they were.

"Jaron said that we were incompatible. I didn't consider that he might be mistaken."

"Kalen, Jaron knew that you could do this to me. I asked him for contraception, and he said he wouldn't bring it up with you. He told me if you didn't want a child, then you would tell him."

"He said this?" The growl that emanated from Kalen made Alana freeze in his arms. She could feel the rage. Alana nodded slowly.

"He isn't a good person," she whispered, hardly daring to say the words. A nod was all that she received in response, so Alana decided to carry on. "How will the baby kill me? I don't understand."

"Do you want this baby?" 

"Yes."

"Me, too. I am more sorry than you could ever know. On our world, the baby would force itself out, here." Alana felt Kalen's fingers brush against the soft, slightly stretched skin underneath her stomach button. "Our women are strong, and heal quickly. Our babies are born fighters. Their teeth are as sharp as mine." He took Alana's finger and pressed it against his teeth, drawing a drop of blood which he lapped up. "Alana, you are not strong enough for that kind of punishment. Neither were the women of this planet, nor the women of several others. Some doctors tried to make the women give birth early, hoping that they would deliver the baby in a way more natural to them. The women were not capable of doing this as the baby was too large. You are far too small."

"What if I wanted to try?" Kalen shook his head. He kissed her lips, then bit her neck, hard enough to break the skin. Alana yelped.

"What are you doing?" She rubbed at the pain and her hand came away bloody. Quickly, she scooted from sitting on him, and sat wearily beside him. 

"It is not a comfort to you as it is to me. Forgive me. With you, I seem to get everything wrong." He wanted comfort? Alana didn't know what to offer him. She settled for taking one of his hands between both of hers. "I will kill the doctor," he continued, "but not until he has corrected my mistake." Abortion. Alana felt a sense of dread building within her. She wasn't against the idea of an abortion per se, but pregnant as she was, the idea of killing a part of her seemed abhorrent. 

"I won't let you kill my baby."

"I won't let it kill you. I am your master, I own you, and I know that you resent me for that. You are the first women who has willingly shared my bed other than the women of my own race, and I will not give that up."

"Do you think that I will want you near me if you force me into this?" Alana wasn't angry, she had seen the way the women had treated him when he was awarded a slave. She could believe that he was rejected, especially considering the history of his race.  

"Alana, since I received you I have been shunned by men who previously accepted me. They expect me to hurt you, as my race hurt women before. When they saw your bruises... you saw that their reaction became physical. If I hadn't such a high position, they would have killed me without punishment. I am risking everything by keeping you, and I will not lose you."

With that, Kalen stood. He held a hand out to Alana who took it. She understood Kalen's point of view, understood that if people found out that she was pregnant that he would probably be killed, but she certainly wasn't going to give in. Alana couldn't help but feel that her unborn child's life was certainly worth her risking hers. 

After sharing breakfast, Alana and Kalen decided to bathe together. In truth, Alana was eager to get her hands on her naked warrior. She knew the sex would be almost as painful as the first time, but she didn't care. Kalen looked powerful, exotic and just delicious. She remembered how he had skilfully brought her to orgasm, and how he always held her after their love making. He could be cruel, certainly, but after three months apart Alana had forgotten much of the pain that he had caused her. 

Alana placed her hands on Kalen's chest, gazing up into his eyes.

"I've missed you," she murmured, blushing. A part of her felt stupid for missing him, but she silenced it quickly. 

"And I you." His reply made Alana quiver inside. 

"Show me. Show me how much you have missed me." Kalen shook his head, one hand straying to her stomach and caressing it. 

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I can't get pregnant twice." A smile slowly spread across Kalen's face, but he shook his head. Kissing her lightly, he swam Alana to the edge, then lifted her to sit on the side. His large hands spread her knees, then slid under her bottom and pulled her towards him. Alana's breath hitched as his long, wide tongue swept its way through the folds of her pussy. Teasing her, he deliberately avoided touching her clit, and instead nibbled gently on her lips and inner thighs. Pushing herself towards him, Alana tried to guide his talented tongue to where she wanted it. He was not to be coerced, though. 

Kalen dipped his tongue inside her, making it undulate slowly inside her before making it stiff, and thrusting it in and out of her moist centre. He removed it, and swept it slowly down over her anus, teasing the rim, then sliding it into the tight puckered hole. Alana gasped and moaned, this being something that she had never tried. She groaned in pleasure as Kalen continued. Finally, Kalen took pity on the woman writhing before him. After lapping quickly at Alana's clit, he clamped his mouth around it, sucking fiercely until one of her hands tangled in his hair. As she started to quiver and cry out, Kalen sunk his teeth into her thigh, lapping at the wound as he had her pussy. Her cries of pleasure mingled with her protestations for a moment, before she collapsed onto the floor completely. 

Kalen scooped Alana up into his arms and carried her towards the bedroom. Her hand, tiny compared with his, reached up to stroke his face. Her lips, feather light, kissed his neck over and over. Alana wanted to arouse him, but she wasn't sure how. Had the pleasure that he had given her excited him? Alana really hoped so. When they reached the bedroom, Kalen placed Alana on her feet. Immediately she sunk to her knees before him. 

"Please, let me taste you. On Earth it is not a degrading act; many women enjoy pleasuring their men this way." Alana watched the effect that her words had on Kalen. He seemed to be warring with morals and desire. She could see his excitement so, hoping to help her case, leant forward and ran her tongue experimentally up his huge, hard shaft. When Kalen didn't pull away, she licked again, this time swirling her tongue around the large, swollen head. Alana savoured the taste of the drop of liquid at the top as it tasted much sweeter than a human male. 

Bringing her hands up to help her, Alana started to lick and suck in earnest. The head of Kalen's cock didn't fit in her mouth properly, but she sucked at the little that did. Her hands worked him slowly, but firmly, one straying to cup his heavy balls. His groan rumbled through the bedroom, and Alana couldn't help but chuckle around his member, in turn making him groan more. She knew the vibrations would feel good to him. 

It wasn't long before Kalen's hips started thrusting in time with Alana's attempts to pleasure him. He was holding back so as not to hurt her, but it was making him frustrated. He was tense with a need that her mouth could physically not fulfil. 

"Alana, I'm sorry," he moaned as he yanked her roughly to her feet by her shoulders. Before Alana could register what was happening, she was being bent over the edge of the bed. Her feet were kicked apart to put her in an acceptable position. She felt a tightening, tingling sensation in her stomach as arousal rose within her. When two of Kalen's fingers thrust inside her, she gasped with delight. He worked them quickly in and out of her, soon adding a third finger. The third made her body ache and stretch in a way that she had not felt in months and, as the swollen head of his stiff cock pushed against her slippery entrance, she felt the burn that she associated with their fucking. 

Kalen grabbed a handful of Alana's hair and tugged it as he started to work his way inside her. The pain was almost too much, but Alana gritted her teeth against it. Kalen was obviously trying to be gentle, trying to care for her, but Alana wished he would be a little less considerate; thrusting into her quickly would be more painful, but would make the pain last a shorter time. 

Once inside her, Kalen stopped being so gentle. He slammed into Alana with a desperation that had her crying out in both pain and lust. As his rhythm became more punishing, and his body started quivering in anticipation of his release, Alana cried out a word that she had sworn she would never use again.

"Azeric." The man behind her froze, and she realised her mistake. It had been easy to forget that the name she had originally learnt wasn't his. "I'm sorry," she gasped, pushing herself back onto him. He didn't continue, though. Instead he withdrew, leaving Alana feeling empty, unloved. Kalen lifted her and cuddled her to him, sitting on the bed with her and wrapping them both in a blanket. 

"I never meant for you to call me that, but here it is custom. I had no words to tell you otherwise." His hand stroked her hair, his lips kissing her face with butterfly softness. 

"You didn't have to stop." 

"I did, Alana. I shouldn't have touched you." His hand dipped between her thighs and came back smeared with blood. "I am taking you to the doctor. He will make you better, then I will eat his heart." Alana winced at the last statement. She hated Jaron, but did her deserve death? If Kalen was right, the baby would kill her, so yes, she thought, he did.

"Please, don't do anything hasty. On my world many women have to be cut open to deliver. They are then stitched back together. We could speak to him and ask. Please." Kalen nodded, kissing her cheek again. He sighed, then stood. 

"Get dressed, we shall call on him, and Alana, don't tell him that I know he knew this could happen. I want him firmly on my side until it is time for him to die."

Looking up at the doctor's house, Alana felt a sense of disquiet. She had momentarily been transported back to England, and couldn't quite shift the feeling that she was dreaming. The two storey red brick farm house looked totally out of place in the midst of warrior's villas. 

"What's wrong?" Kalen took Alana's hand in his, concern in his eyes. 

"This house looks like home." Alana's voice cracked a little as she spoke. Jaron's house wasn't exactly like hers had been: the bricks were larger, and squarer; the windows looked bare as they didn't have window boxes with flowers; her house had been a little less symmetrical, a little more organic. Still, it was too similar for comfort. Taking a deep breath, without thinking, Alana took a step forward and knocked. 

The woman that answered Jaoron's door was stunning. Her skin was the golden of her race, her eyes a piercing green, her lips generous. Thought her features were curved, soft and luscious, she still managed to look cold. For all their beauty, Alana realised that many of the people here looked, and acted, in a cold manner. They were filled with curiosity, but an analytical curiosity that had nothing to do with love, or passion, or pleasure. Alana didn't really understand the rules here, but punishment was swift and deadly, customs deeply ingrained and cruel. Her and Kalen simply did not fit in, and she was beginning to fear that it was only a matter of time before they would pay for their difference. 

The woman led them into a living room without a word. The style was quirky; there were a lot of elements that belonged in a British home, but they didn't sit well together. Kalen kissed Alana on the head, then headed off into the house. He had obviously been before. Left to her own devices, Alana decided to investigate the room that she had been left in. 

The sofa was cream with pink roses scattered across it. It was chintz, and made of a material that was rough on Alana's bare legs. The art on the wall was too modern for the room, the furniture too dark. The mishmash of styles in materials foreign to Alana made her feel more alien than anything else on the planet had so far. Whether it was this, or her pregnancy, she started to feel faint. Sitting on the rough fabric of the sofa, she curled up against the arm and closed her eyes against the aesthetic assault. 

Alana dozed, or at least she guessed she must have. The next thing she knew, a hot, steaming mug of tea was placed rather noisily on the glass table in front of her, its contents slopping messily over the sides. Alana gazed into the frosty eyes of Jaron's woman.

"Drink," she commanded in her native tongue before she sashayed out of the room. Alana had always wished that she could walk with an attitude like that, but she had always imagined that she would just fall over. Alana lifted the tea to her lips and blew gently, not wanting the ripples she made to spill over her. The cup was delicate; the china seemed thin, edged with gold and patterned with more flowers. Her grandmother had a similar set before she died, and Alana wondered where Jaron's inspiration came from. He knew English, and seemed familiar with the culture. Had he been to Earth, to England? Alana thought he must have, and for the first time really considered the possibility of going back there.

As Alana thought, she sipped the bitter tasting tea. It was severely unpleasant, and made her want to spit it out, but Alana decided that she wouldn't give Jaron the satisfaction of not emptying her cup. So much the better if he thought her alien taste buds had enjoyed it. It was ridiculous really, she knew that, but he liked to play games with her. Now Kalen was back, she wanted a little payback. 

It wasn't long after her cup was empty that Alana was called into a bedroom. It was void of any furniture except the bed, and was obviously used to examine patients. There was a box on the floor with medical equipment, bottles and tubes in. Kalen offered Alana a hand as she scrambled up onto the bed. As she settled down her stomach cramped a little. 

"Are you well?" Kalen asked, obviously having witnessed her wince.

"Fine," she nodded in response, but seconds later was hissing through her teeth as a stronger cramp hit her. Seconds later, a third made her whimper. Accusingly, angrily, she glared at Kalen. "What have you done?" He shook his head, concern on his face that was quickly replaced by realisation.

"You! What have you done to her?" His voice trembled as her rounded on the doctor. Alana watched as Jaron snapped on a pair of surgical gloves, an innocent smile spreading across his face.

"You wished to terminate the pregnancy, did you not?" His voice was thick and slimly, dripping with a false sense of a desire to please.

"Not here, not now. You said you didn't know if it would work on a human!" Kalen, spun on the spot, planting his fist into the wall. He came away swearing in pain. The whole house was made of brick, a more sturdy material than that with which the villas were constructed. 

"So much better to get the process started early then, don't you think? Now, Alana, spread those legs for me. This is something I wish to see." The glee in his voice was evident. Clearly, Kalen heard it too. His scrapped knuckles connected with Jaron's face sending him sprawling on the floor. There had been a pleasing crunch sound that Alana hoped was his jaw. Even as the thought left her, another cramp had her doubled over on the bed. Her hands were tangled in the sheets, a sheen of sweat erupting onto her forehead.

"Not here," she begged. "Take me home." Kalen was quick to agree. He scooped her up, almost running in his haste to get her to his home. Alana's fists wrapped themselves in the fabric of the robe he wore. She wished he had dressed the warrior today, then he could have killed the doctor. He probably could have without his sword, but it would have taken longer. All the way back to Kalen's her breath came in gasps, and by the time she was on his bed, she was shivering and sobbing.




Slavery Ch. 06



"I'm sorry, so sorry." Kalen mopped her brow with a cool, damp cloth as painful cramps continued in Alana's lower abdomen. She was losing her baby. Kalen hadn't wanted this, she realised. True, he wanted the baby gone, but he hadn't wanted to be deceitful. The doctor tricked him, too. Alana clung to that thought as he nursed her, clung to the idea that with time he would have come around to her way of thinking. 

Alana clutched at his solid forearm as she felt something wet and sticky trickle from between her legs. 

"No." Her baby was leaving her. Kalen gently pushed a finger between her thighs. It came back crimson. 

"Mia!" Kalen climbed on the bed next to Alana as he called for the old woman. He held her close, his thumb wiping away tears that streamed down Alana's cheeks. The trickle hadn't stopped, neither had the cramps, and she imagined that it would be a while before they did. Burying her head in Kalen's chest, she tried to escape the pain, but failed.

"Oh!" Mia's voice startled Alana. "I will run a bath and bring fresh sheets." Her voice held sympathy, and a practicality that suggested that she had done this before. Was this the first baby that Kalen had made, and seen die? Alana doubted it though now was not the time to ask. 

The hours that followed were a blur to Alana. She felt numb, not even able to summon anger when she thought of Jaron. She was bathed, wrapped in clean towels, put to bed. She was brought food which she picked at, and Kalen tried to teach her the letters of the language she was learning. Nothing held her interest though. In the end Kalen just held her, slipping next to her under the sheets, and pulling her tight to his naked body. 

"How many?" Alana felt the question slip from her lips before she considered the repercussions. Kalen, to his credit, kissed the top of Alana's head, and answered without flinching, or feigning ignorance.

"Two others. The slave before you was careless, and didn't always use her birth control. She despised me, and sometimes I think she wished to die. I sold her on, to someone who would make her happy. She was afraid of my race, and disgusted by us. I will never forgive myself for the way I treated her. I was young, foolish, and thought that I had to be cold to be her master. She did not wish to mate with me, not even once. She knew what my face had done to hers, what pregnancy could do. Now I know what Jaron has done to you, I wonder if she was as careless as I thought. Perhaps the birth control was faulty."

"And the other?"

"The other was my wife." Sadness rang through his voice, and Alana wondered if she had died. Kalen didn't seem so old, but she supposed it was a possibility. Was that why he lived here?

"Your wife?" Alana prompted when he didn't elaborate. She tried to keep her voice gentle, but it was stiffer than she liked, and held a touch of jealousy. It caused her master to chuckle into her hair.

"My wife did not wish to endure the pain of childbirth. I think it was done to spite me, since she knew how much a child mattered to me, and she was perfectly capable of withstanding one. We are not a happy match, I am afraid. This is a better one." His arms tightened, briefly. 

"You're still married?" Kalen nodded.

"On my home planet, yes. It is one of the reasons that I wish I could stay here. My wife is a fierce woman, and not one I would have chosen to spend my life with." Alana's blood ran cold. 

"You're not staying?" Her voice trembled, and she felt on the verge of tears. This was too much. What would happen if he left her?

"We're not staying," he whispered. "Things have become somewhat difficult since I acquired you, and will become somewhat heated after I kill the doctor tomorrow. Tomorrow night, we go to war for Zeve. After ninety nights, we will leave this planet for good." Alana felt an overwhelming sense of relief, mixed with confusion. Why were they going to war? She knew that Kalen had gone to fight before, and could only assume that they were going back, but why take her? Was war the reason why he was on this planet? And what would his wife do to her when they got back to his world? Obviously he didn't share her concerns. Soon his body relaxed completely into sleep, his breathing gentle and steady. For a moment, Alana wondered how easy it would be to smother him as he slept. She was sure that the warriors would kill her for it, and take away all of her suffering. The thought went, though, as quickly as it had come. 

Even the sun could do nothing to dispel Alana's gloom the next morning. As she sat in the sun, tears trickled down her cheeks. Over the months, her skin had become accustomed to the heat, and now it took a long time for her tanned skin to burn. Her clothing, as always, was grey and sheer with an assortment of embellishments. According to Kalen, it would be the last of such outfits that she would ever wear. 

"Here." Mia threw a pile of fabric at her. "Make yourself useful and pack this." Alana climbed to her feet, and wondered the cool hallway of the house to the dressing room. She had a bag in there that was just for her. The clothes that Mia had given her consisted of light tunics, and rough leggings. The clothes would seem constricting and heavy after months of near nakedness, but she would be glad to be covered in a camp of soldiers. 

Big hands encircled her waist, turning her for a kiss. When Kalen saw her tear streaked face, he sighed. As his lips met hers, Alana allowed herself to get lost in his strength. Her body ached terribly, as did her heart, but he was an anchor for her, a testament to the fact that the world would go on. He wasn't happy about yesterday's events, or the previous abortions that he had been witness to, but he was still standing. Alana decided that she would be brave, too. 

"Why are you taking me?" He grinned wolfishly down at her as she asked the question. He leant towards her to give her an answer in a mock whisper.

"So you can spend your evenings warming my bed, and your days mending my clothes, woman." Alana laughed, and realised that had been Kalen's intention.

"What about cooking for you? You seem to have forgotten that one." Alana joined in with the joke, a playful look of concern spread across her features.

"Trust a slave with my food? Never! I would not risk poison." The mood sobered a little, then. The topic of poison was a little raw for both of them. "Sorry," Kalen tacked on the end. Patting her bum gently, he turned and left the room, a little package on top of her bag where a moment ago there had been nothing. Alana had no idea where he had hidden it, since he had been wearing close to nothing. Opening the wrapper, she found the most beautiful pair of blue earrings. The mounts were gold, the stones turquoise, azure and sapphire. 

"When will I wear these?" Alana muttered to herself, and jumped when Mia replied.

"On his home world slaves may dress as they choose." Mia was gone again before Alana could question her further, but she slipped the earrings into her bag with the ghost of a smile on her lips. 

Even the sun could do nothing to dispel Alana's gloom the next morning. As she sat in the sun, tears trickled down her cheeks. Over the months, her skin had become accustomed to the heat, and now it took a long time for her tanned skin to burn. Her clothing, as always, was grey and sheer with an assortment of embellishments. According to Kalen, it would be the last of such outfits that she would ever wear. 

"Here." Mia threw a pile of fabric at her. "Make yourself useful and pack this." Alana climbed to her feet, and wondered the cool hallway of the house to the dressing room. She had a bag in there that was just for her. The clothes that Mia had given her consisted of light tunics, and rough leggings. The clothes would seem constricting and heavy after months of near nakedness, but she would be glad to be covered in a camp of soldiers. 

Big hands encircled her waist, turning her for a kiss. When Kalen saw her tear streaked face, he sighed. As his lips met hers, Alana allowed herself to get lost in his strength. Her body ached terribly, as did her heart, but he was an anchor for her, a testament to the fact that the world would go on. He wasn't happy about yesterday's events, or the previous abortions that he had been witness to, but he was still standing. Alana decided that she would be brave, too. 

"Why are you taking me?" He grinned wolfishly down at her as she asked the question. He leant towards her to give her an answer in a mock whisper.

"So you can spend your evenings warming my bed, and your days mending my clothes, woman." Alana laughed, and realised that had been Kalen's intention.

"What about cooking for you? You seem to have forgotten that one." Alana joined in with the joke, a playful look of concern spread across her features.

"Trust a slave with my food? Never! I would not risk poison." The mood sobered a little, then. The topic of poison was a little raw for both of them. "Sorry," Kalen tacked on the end. Patting her bum gently, he turned and left the room, a little package on top of her bag where a moment ago there had been nothing. Alana had no idea where he had hidden it, since he had been wearing close to nothing. Opening the wrapper, she found the most beautiful pair of blue earrings. The mounts were gold, the stones turquoise, azure and sapphire. 

"When will I wear these?" Alana muttered to herself, and jumped when Mia replied.

"On his home world slaves may dress as they choose." Mia was gone again before Alana could question her further, but she slipped the earrings into her bag with the ghost of a smile on her lips. 

Jaron, when he arrived, was supporting a lovely bruise. Alana grinned at him, which made him look nervous. It was actually quite entertaining to be on the giving end of an unsettling smile. With her pale face, and blood shot, red rimmed eyes, she imagined it would be very unsettling indeed. 

"I believe you have something for my slave?" Without replying, Jaron held out a small box in his unsteady hand. Alana opened it to find hundreds of pills loose. She grinned a genuine grin, knowing that this would stop her feeling the heartbreak of another pregnancy. 

"Thanks," she said to Kalen. She had never been so grateful for something, and couldn't find the words to tell him without bursting into tears. Instead, she steeled herself for what was sure to come next. 

"Let us three walk." This surprised Alana. Kalen had said that punishment for Jaron would be swift and merciless. Was he changing his mind? He took her hand, and smiled at her as they walked towards the door, a few steps behind the doctor. "Trust me," he murmured. Alana felt she had little choice. 

As they walked through the grounds, Alana started to realise that Kalen wasn't backing out of his commitment. They were heading for the stadium where thousands of warriors were gathered ready for departure. It was less than an hour until they would leave this place for good. Alana tried to memorise the green sky, the brightly coloured flowers, the way the air smelt, but she was too full of nervous energy to really concentrate. It surprised her that Kalen kept her hand in his as they approached the crowd. 

"I wish to speak." His voice boomed out as the entered the arena, and every pair of eyes were on them. Jaron visibly paled. "Warriors, I know many of you did not wish me to take a slave, and that many more of you saw her bruises as a sign of ill treatment. I wish to announce that, as you feared, my slave fell pregnant." Many gasps were heard around them, several warriors drawing swords, and a few stepping forward. Kalen continued.

"The good doctor here assured me that a human would not be able to conceive a child of my species. With good faith, I took this women to my bed. In her native tongue, which Jaron speaks, she begged him for contraception, but he refused, telling her I wanted to breed. This was untrue. Knowingly, he allowed her to carry my child. Yesterday, he deceived us both, and gave her a drink to flush this child from her body against her will." Alana was trembling, and Kalen pulled her close. She was glad that he was so big, and able to shield her a little from the onlookers. Jaron had turned to stare at them, his face ashen, eyes full of fear. His shook his head as Kalen drew his sword one handed.

"I demand retribution." A cheer echoed through the stadium. Stepping away from Alana, Kalen gripped his sword and swung in a deadly ark. The edge of the sword whooshed through the air, drawing a thick line of blood across the doctor's throat. He gagged, hands reach for the wound. He started to choke. Kalen through his sword to the floor, and stepped forward. His hand shot out and broke through the doctor's ribs as he collapsed. Steaming, the heart sat in Kalen's hands. Alana felt faint, but was determined to see this through. She thought of the pain in her stomach, the horror of having her body violated by his wishes, and fought off the darkness. Kalen bit into the bloody flesh, triumph on his face. He turned to Alana as a roar of approval rippled through the crowd, and offered her the torn flesh.

Shaking her head, Alana stepped back. Kalen thrust the heart towards her again, nodding. With his free hand, he gripped her wrist and tugged her to his side. 

"Taste you revenge," he urged her. Disgusted, she met his eager eyes, and decided that, with thousands of men watching, there was nothing else to do. She licked the coppery tasting muscle, then turned and threw up her breakfast. The vomit splattered her feet, and the corpse of the doctor. Another cheer erupted. 

"Well," said a quiet voice beside Alana, "this is an unexpected turn of events." Alana turned to see Zeve's piercing stare studying her master. She did not think that their actions would go unpunished, even on the battlefield. With a last cry of triumph, Kalen turned, and brought his blood stained lips to hers.



Slavery Ch. 07



Dust stuck to Alana's sweat soaked skin making her feel grimy. She was curled up on Kalen's lap, her blotchy face seeking out the coolness of his armour. The men who were seated on the uncovered wagon with them had reacted to her presence in one of three ways: several of the men had ignored her completely, refusing to even look at Alana, or her master; a few of the men had exchanged polite chatter with the two, then became engaged in conversation elsewhere; the majority, though, were hostile, insulting Kalen, jostling him, and staring at him with cold, resentful eyes. 

They had been travelling for hours in a long convoy that stretched as far as the eyes could see in both directions. The procession had passed through cities that were wondrous to Alana's eyes, through villages of warriors like the one she had come from, and through villages of ordinary people. Everywhere had greeted the warriors with cheers, and everywhere there had been people staring at Alana and Kalen. Now, they were miles from the nearest town, and the landscape had changed dramatically from lush green with exotic colours, to browns and rusty reds. In Alana's opinion it certainly looked inhospitable. 

As the wagons started to struggle on the terrain, Alana realised that they were stopping. A field of tents disappeared into the horizon, the fabric of them rippling in the hot, gritty wind. Everywhere clangs and clatters rang out to fill the air with a cacophony of unnatural, unwelcoming sounds. The men in Alana's wagon started to climb out, and she did the same. Kalen stood behind her, a hand on her shoulder to reassure her as thousands of men weaved through each other to find their destination. She felt overwhelmed and tiny; everything around her seemed so large, rugged and violent. 

"A whore for the men, how thoughtful." Before Alana could figure out who had spoken, Kalen had his hand on his sword and had taken a defensive position before her. Alana could feel the tension radiating from him which, in turn, made her heart thunder in her chest. 

"She is my lover, and will not be touched," Kalen snapped at a man who had appeared before them. He sneered at them both with a look of dislike so intense that Alana felt worthless. It was obvious how he viewed her, and he seemed to be in charge.

"She is your slave." The man circled Alana as Kalen rose, still wary. The man ran his fingers through Alana's tangled, sweaty hair, pulling gently. "You could share her with a few of us. She is quite lovely, and we could help to keep her safe." The man's tone was wistful, his voice threaded with longing, and some other soft emotion." Kalen shook his head. "Her death will be on your hands. Slaves are not permitted here, and though I doubt the other generals will do anything, it will only be a matter of time before the other men do. She is so fragile, so breakable. One rough fuck and she would snap." 

Alana huddled closer to Kalen. The man was staring at her as he spoke. The longing in his voice seemed to intensify as he talked about her fragility. The heavy weight of Kalen's arm settled over her shoulders and drew her towards him.

"Where will we be quartered?" Kalen's tone was all business, much to the dissatisfaction of the soldier before them. The man gave some directions, and Kalen thanked him, before taking Alana's hand and heading in the direction that he had been pointed in.

"Alana," his tone was hushed and serious, "he is named General T'arik. If you ever have to run, run to him." Alana shuddered. If that man was the only other protection she had here, she was doomed. She agreed though, and tried not to let Kalen see her worry. 

When they arrived at their tent, Alana was surprised to see it was considerably larger than those surrounding it. Kalen could easily stand in it, and it was well furnished. It seemed quite luxurious considering it bordered a battlefield. Kalen seemed pleased with Alana's fascination, and took the time to explain why he was awarded such honour.

"I am in charge of a large group of men, many hundreds. Although I am not a general, I could be. I am a skilled warrior, and have slaughtered many more of the enemy than any other man. Part of my reward was you." He wrapped his arms around Alana, and steered her tired body to the bed. "Rest whilst I prepare dinner." His lips brushed hers in a tender gesture of affection before he left the tent. It wasn't long until the delicious aromas of food wafted in on the breeze. Alana hadn't realised how hungry she had become on the journey, and was glad to see Kalen when he entered with a bowl of what turned out to be a spicy stew. 

"This is really good," Alana enthused between mouthfuls. There was no mistaking the glow of pride on Kalen's face from the complement, and Alana promised herself that she would praise him more often. Alana and Kalen sat on a fur rug on the floor. Alana couldn't help but think that under different circumstances it would be a great place for slow, sensuous sex. 

"You like the tent?" Kalen's voice seemed a little concerned. Alana nodded in response, her mouth too full to speak. "That is good. You will not be able to spend time outside without me, and I shall be gone most of the day. I promise to escort you early in the morning, and late at night, but that is all that we may risk."

Alana was horrified. She had enjoyed sitting in the sun at Kalen's home, and after three months with Mia, she had also come to enjoy the freedom of being able to come and go as she pleased. If it was that dangerous for her to be there, surely a tent would not be much of a deterrent. Alana touched the metal band around her neck; surely that should be enough to mark her as another man's property. 

"What if I need to...?" Alana couldn't bring herself to finish the question, her cheeks heated and her eyes glued themselves to the floor. 

"You look lovely when you blush like that." Kalen touched under her chin, encouraging Alana to look at him. The look in his eyes made Alana's insides feel like molten metal. "If you need to relieve yourself there is a pot under the bed. It is not pleasant in the heat, but is better than being at the mercy of some of the men here." Alana nodded her agreement, but was not convinced. She knew that she would sneak out if she got the chance. The heat in the tent would be unbearable without a breeze to stir it, and the smell wasn't even worth considering. 

As Alana undressed for bed, Kalen's eyes stayed glued to her body. She knew what he wanted, but wasn't ready to give it to him, mentally or physically. He seemed aware of this, simply snuggling into her back as he climbed in bed with her. For the first time in days, Alana felt safe and secure. 

"I will do my best to protect you," he whispered against her head. Alana rolled over in his arms, her breasts pressing firmly against him. Feeling brave, and more than a little thankful, she gently bit him, then licked the marks. A growl rumbled through his chest as he scooted down the bed and settled his mouth on her shoulder.

"Gently," Alana murmured, with a little fear in her voice. Conceding to her wishes, the bite was little more than a scratch, though it still drew blood.

"Thank you. I know it is not in your nature." Burying her head in Kalen's chest, Alana smiled at his comment. It seemed that she was pleasing him left, right and centre tonight. It was something that she felt good about. Considering the loss of her baby, the death of the doctor, and the move to a battlefield full of cruel, lonely warriors, it was surprising that she had any capacity to feel good left at all. 

Alana was surprised to find Kalen ready for battle when she awoke.

"I didn't think you would be sent out straight away." Worry had settled into the pit of her stomach. She was only just coming to realise that he might not come back alive. He didn't seem to share this worry, however.

"It's what we are here for, Alana. The enemy are weak, and I am strong. I shall enjoy the hearts of many men today." Alana felt herself pale a little at his response, remembering the coppery taste of blood from the day before. Handing her a bowl, Kalen bid her farewell and reminded her not to leave the tent. 

It was only moments after he had left that Alana realised that he hadn't fulfilled his promise to take her outside. Had he simply overslept? She really wished he hadn't as she was desperate to relieve herself. Striding to the flaps of the tent with only a thin sheet clutched to her, she slipped outside. She could see Kalen's head disappearing over the heads of many of his companions.

"Kalen!" The shout was not as effective as Alana had hoped since he didn't so much as pause in his stride. It did, however, attract a lot of unwanted attention. Eyes were suddenly fixed upon her from all directions. Feeling incredibly scantily clad, and undeniably foolish, Alana stumbled backwards, pulling the tent closed and quickly lacing it shut. Her heart was pounding in her chest: many of the looks had been uncomfortably curious, but several had been openly unfriendly. 

After eating the breakfast that Kalen had left for her, and searching for what passed for water here, Alana sat at the little desk with the books Kalen had given her. As she had delved into her bag for them, she remembered the blue earrings, and wondered if she should put them on. It seemed rude not to, but she didn't want to break the rules. Working steadily through one of the books, and struggling with every page, Alana quit after little over an hour. Instead, she decided to try on the new clothes that she had been bought. The grey tunics and leggings were all identical, and had no decoration. Considering it seemed much hotter here than where they came from, Alana couldn't understand it. It wasn't even close to midday, or at least she didn't think so, and sweat was already running down her breasts and across her back. Longing for a cool bath, and to remove the stifling clothes, Alana undid the flaps of the tent. No one seemed to be about, so she settled down cross legged in the doorway, her head back in her book.

Alana was starting to feel hungry, and unbelievably hot, when a shadow looming over her startled her out of her attempts at reading. 

"General T'arik," Alana stammered at the man who towered above her.

"It's too warm to be sat here. Come to bathe with me." IT wasn't a question. Honestly, Alana felt rather relieved. Despite drinking a ridiculous amount, and sitting in the breeze, Alana was starting to feel a little dizzy. Her clothes were sweat soaked, her legs a little shaky as she rose. She really hoped that Kalen was right about General T'arik as she could hardly refuse a man with a sword. 

Following the General in silence, Alana soon started to feel dizzy. The sun was hotter than she had realised, and her vision started to blur. The world was spinning, her breath coming in gasps when she felt hard arms wrap around her waist. Alana's first urge was panic; the person supporting her, though tall, was still shorter than her master. 

"I'm going to lift you." Alana recognised the General's no nonsense voice and relaxed into him. Her legs left the floor only for her to be placed on her bottom less than a minute later. Without the exertion of walking, Alana seemed to be returning to normal, and when a water bottle was placed at her lips, she drank greedily. 

Alana had been seated on the bank of a fast flowing river. The green water sparkled under a sun that wasn't quite at the top of its arc. As she placed the water down to take in her surroundings, the General started to tug Alana's tunic from her. She complied, standing and allowing the man to disrobe her. Her body trembled a little at the thought of what he might do once she was naked, but in the meantime it was just so nice to have the wet fabric taken from her body. In the back of her mind a voice was telling her to run, but it really wasn't an option.

Once naked, Alana fell under scrutiny. The General didn't touch her, or even attempt to, but he certainly enjoyed looking. The evidence of that was clear once he was also naked. Alana was curious herself. It was interesting to see what the golden native skin looked like in other places. The General was certainly fit, but he didn't compare with her master. He looked lean and athletic rather than the heavy muscles that she was used to, and somehow that was unappealing. 

"The current is strong, I will need to hold you," General T'arik said as he stepped slowly towards Alana. Holding his hands up before her he continued, "if you will give me your permission to lay hands on you." For a moment Alana considered saying no, instead she decided to clarify his intentions.

"Are you asking permission to hold me steady in the water?" Her question prompted a deep throated laugh.

"Indeed, and to lift you in and out. My hands will stay happily at your waist." Alana blushed, imagining the hands in other places. 

"In that case, General T'arik," Alana stated with mock seriousness, "you have my permission to lay hands on me in the aforementioned way." After the General took a dramatic bow, Alana was quickly lifted. She was pressed against the length of the General as he stared into her eyes. It took him a moment to move towards the water as he seemed to be enjoying the skin contact. 

Despite the unfamiliarity of the hands around her waist, the water was indescribably pleasant. It rid Alana of the feelings of faintness, cooling her blood, and soothing her irritated skin. The General was correct about the strong current; she wouldn't be able to bathe here alone. The water had swept her legs out from under her even with the General's support. The general lowered himself into the water, taking Alana down with him to sit between his legs. He splashed cool water up her back in a way that was impersonal. She was glad. Being here with another man made Alana feel a little like a cheat, despite the fact that the touches that she was receiving were not intimate in the slightest. 

"General T'arik..."

"Just T'arik, please," he interrupted Alana with a grin. 

"Are you allowed to take me out?" Alana's voice held genuine concern. The last thing she wanted was to hurt Kalen's feelings, but she couldn't really tell his boss that.

"Worried about your punishment?" T'arik pressed his chest against Alana's back, and whispered in her ear, "don't worry, if he beats you black and blue I will only have to bring you out here again to soothe your injuries. He is smarter than that." Alana giggled and hated herself for it. The General had seemed cruel at first, but maybe that was a front. He seemed very pleasant to her, certainly the most entertaining man of his race that she had met. 

When Kalen returned that evening, he stood and eyed the mud that was caked up Alana's legs. Climbing from the river barefoot onto the dusty banks had not been a good idea. She had intended to wash when she returned to the tent, but had been too short on water. 

"T'arik took me out." Her voice sounded defiant to her own ears. In truth, she was scared. Kalen looked sufficiently pissed off to do some damage.

"T'arik?" Alana nodded. Kalen stepped towards her aggressively and grasped her wrist in his hand. Lifting her naked arm he inspected it, then dropped it back to her side. He circled her, inspecting her body. It was bruised and bitten, but the marks were all his.

"I'm in one piece. He was a gentleman." The last thing Alana wanted was to be banned from visiting the river again. Once she had returned to the tent, she had been uncomfortably hot yet again. The searing heat of outside had nothing on the suffocating closeness inside. 

"So it would seem." Kalen wrapped her gently in a sheet, then proceeded to remove his armour. It was Alana's turn to inspect him, and she felt sick with what she saw. His arms had deep slashes in them, as did his thighs. The side of his face was black with blood, and bruises had blossomed all over his back. Throwing the sheet from her body, she flung herself across the room at him. He winced in pain as she squeezed him too her, but tried his best to reassure her all the same.

"It is worse than it looks." He stroked her hair, then tried to peel Alana from him.

"Come to the river. Let me clean you. You're filthy, and your cuts will get infected." Kalen smiled at Alana's eagerness, and agreed. She suspected that it was more to appease and entertain her than for any other reason, but she was glad that soon she was dressed and they were walking through the humid night air. As they walked, Alana couldn't help but clutch at Kalen's hand as if that action would save him on the battlefield. Her terror at the thought of him being slaughtered was fully justified; without him, she had nowhere to go, no place to belong.

The route the pair took was different to the one that Alana had followed that morning. Even in her half-conscious state, she had taken note of some of her surroundings. When they came to a bridge that she hadn't previously seen, Alana looked up at Kalen in confusion. 

"Did you come here earlier?" He asked her.

"To the river, but we did not come near the bridge." Kalen nodded as if it made sense. The bridge looked fragile, the wood well baked in the sun and blasted by the wind. 

"If you bathe in the river, even with someone capable of holding you, make sure it is upriver from the bridge. It is close enough to the water that, if you were swept by, you would stand a chance of saving yourself." Kalen led Alana over the bridge as he spoke. It wobbled slightly under their combined weight, but was surprisingly sturdy. Across the bridge, the land sloped down dramatically away from the river, and Alana found herself stumbling along the path. It was soon evident why Kalen had brought her, though.

At the bottom of the slope, with the river towering feet above them, a waterfall cascaded into a deep, rocky pool. At the far side of the pool, the water was still and Alana realised that she would be able to swim in it without worrying about the current. 

"Where does the water go?" The river didn't continue after the pool, and Alana was curious. 

"It goes underground. I don't know where, but it's safe to swim in." Kalen walked to the water's edge, and took a graceful dive into the emerald pool. Alana stood awkwardly for a moment with a bag full of ointments and bandages. She decided that treating Kalen's wounds could wait; the heat plus the humidity was too much, and the pool was incredibly tempting. Stripping off as fast as she could, Alana decided to do something childish. Running as fast as she could, she launched herself off the bank and landed with a splash in front of Kalen. His laughter filled the air as she came up spluttering, and she couldn't help but join in. 

The swim was a luxury after two days of dry heat and choking dust. For the first time, Alana really saw Kalen's playful side as he repeatedly dived under the water, pulling her down with him, splashing her, surprising her, teasing her. He really seemed to be in his element. Although he entertained Alana, Kalen made no attempt to seduce her. He seemed content to enjoy her company. In Alana's opinion, the trip back to the tent happened far too soon, but she could see that Kalen was exhausted. His injuries remained undressed, however he assured her that by the morning they would be fine. 

It was on the walk back that Alana decided to quench some of her curiosity. She wasn't sure why they were here after Kalen had just spent three months fighting. 

"Alana, I was sent to this planet as a punishment. Whilst I am generally treated well, I am eager to return home. The people here are not comfortable with my presence. I am a reminder that this planet is still at the mercy of others."

"A punishment?" Alana wasn't happy that the conversation was posing more questions than it was answering.




Slavery Ch. 07



"I killed my father, something that we can discuss another time. We are here, fighting, because I volunteered to return. After corresponding with Mia during my previous absence, I felt that you would be safer here. When I found you pregnant, I also found I was correct." Kalen had stopped walking, and had turned Alana to face him. After brushing a strand of hair from her face, he continued, "any other questions, my lover?" A shiver ran down Alana's spine. This was the first time that he had referred to her like that. The intimacy made her uncomfortable. 

"Why is the country at war?" The question met with a booming laugh.

"Territory. There is rarely another reason for war. Yes, people say it is over other things, but at the base, it is for some rich man's greed. It is nothing to concern yourself with." Alana nodded, taking Kalen's hand, and tugging him in the direction of their temporary home. 

True to his word, the next morning, Alana awoke to find Kalen almost in perfect condition. The wounds were almost healed, and seemed to be at the itchy stage where the scabs start to drop off. After breakfast, and a quick toilet visit, Alana was left to her own devices in the suffocating tent. T'arik took her to bathe around lunch time, and Kalen took her to swim again in the evening. This turned into a routine, and several weeks passed before there were any significant changes. 

"Alana?"

"T'arik!" Alana's face broke into a broad grin as she met the eyes of the General. After taking a moment to put her books away, she took the arm he offered her, and the pair walked through the deserted accommodations of the warriors to the river. Alana always hated this part of the day when there was no one around. It was fine when she had company, but on her own it seemed eerie, almost as if it were an ill omen predicting that the men would never return. 

"I have a gift for you, Alana," T'arik said, pride in his voice, and a hint of excitement. He pointed to a low branch of a tree that overhung the river. Alana couldn't help but gasp as the sheer, silvery fabric that hung there, decorated with shimmering crystal, and glistening threats. 

"It's beautiful," she exclaimed, her hands exploring every inch of it, "but what is it for? Kalen has been very open in his wishes for me to dress conservatively." Alana was genuinely puzzled. She knew that Kalen was somewhat bemused by T'arik's seemingly innocent friendship with her, but she thought that this would push him too far.

"My dear, it is a gift from him. There will be a celebration tonight, and you must look lovely. He requested a few materials that are in his possession, that will help you to make the most of your beauty." Alana couldn't help but blush at T'arik's sincere sounding complement, and beamed up at him. Before she really thought through her actions, Alana wrapped her arms around his waist, then, going up on tip toe, planted a kiss on his collar bone which was the highest point she could reach. T'arik met her eyes momentarily before leaning down and bringing his lips to Alana's. His kill was gentle, slow and explorative, and gave Alana enough time to really appreciate the lean length of his body, and all of its very solid components. 

Finally, it was Alana who broke the kiss as guilt started to twist into a heavy knot in her stomach. 

"That kiss should have been for my master." Her voice sounded a little breathless. T'arik nodded, his fingers reaching to stroke the collar around Alana's neck, hovering over Kalen's symbol. Alana's breath hitched as his arm brushed her breast sending sparkling shockwaves through her whole body, and straight to her groin. 

"Alana, I don't think bathing today is such a good idea." T'arik's voice sounded strained to Alana, and she knew that he was feeling what she had. How had she let this happen? She cared for Kalen, there was no doubt about it, but her relationship with him had been forced. The one with T'arik had occurred naturally. Still, she was owned, and there was nothing she could do about it. 

When Kalen returned after a day of fighting, Alana tried not to be resentful. She showed him extra attention as they swam, then worried that he would somehow recognise her actions as guilty ones. His hands, although they touched her often, remained friendly rather than sexual, as they had since they had arrived. Alana tried to convince herself that this was the reason for her indiscretion, but it didn't quite sit right. 

It was only when they had returned to the tent that Kalen mentioned the celebration to Alana. Her stomach churned as he babbled on excitably about it, and she tried to smile through her discomfort. 

"Alana?" Kalen sounded annoyed. She met his gaze, and saw exasperation written across his features. She couldn't remember the last thing he said. 

"I'm sorry," she stammered, "I'm just so excited to wear my dress." Kalen let out a mock sigh in response.

"So he told you, huh? No wonder you look bored, having to sit through the explanation of the victory twice. That abysmal man just cannot keep a secret." Alana flushed, not remembering any comment about a victory, and prayed that the rather delicious man could indeed keep a secret. 

Once Alana was dressed and appropriately decorated -- something that, due to the heat, took rather a long time -- Kalen couldn't take his eyes from her. The knot of guilt in her stomach swelled a little. Alana took Kalen's hand in her own clammy one, and together they walked through the camp. Many other warriors walked around them, all heading to the same place. Eyes were fixed on Alana, gazing at her body through the sheer fabric that she was dressed in. 

"Kalen, please, let me go back to the tent." Alana's voice betrayed the nerves that she was feeling. She had a horrible sense of foreboding about the evening, and the interest of so many burly men did little to dissipate her concerns.

"I will keep you safe," was the only verbal reply she received, but Kalen wrapped her in one huge arm, pulling her close to him. It did nothing to help the sweat that was slowly trickling down her body, but at least gave her a modicum of security. Over the trample of the men around her, Alana could hear a frantic beat. At first she thought it was coming from inside her; it seemed to be beating in time with heart. Soon, though, she realised that it was music. An unmistakeable, flickering orange glow told her that there was a huge camp fire, and the smell of roasting meat was starting to fill her nostrils. 

When the celebration was finally in view, Alana couldn't believe her eyes. A huge bonfire stood in the middle of a circle of cushions. Beyond the circle were several more circles, each with their own fire. Everything was on a huge scale, and it seemed to Alana that every single soldier must be present. She couldn't have picked anyone that she recognised out of the crowd due to the sheer volume. People definitely recognised her and Kalen, though. Many people shouted and cheered as he approached, chanting his name. It was clear that he had been essential to the event that was being celebrated. Alana felt awful. Is that what he had been telling her before? She mentally berated herself for the dishonour, disrespect, and disregard she had shown him. 

Slipping her hand in his Alana spoke to her man, trying to make her voice heard above the people before them. "They are as proud of you as I am." He looked down at her, kissing her briefly on the forehead, and smiling in an intimate way that made her realise how long it had been since he had laid his hands on her. 

Following the smell of food, they wandered into the main circle where several men were barbequing huge slabs of meat on sticks. Kalen took one for each of them, laughing as Alana puzzled over how to tackle it. They were given drinks that tasted suspiciously like wine, and stopped to chat to men that had fought alongside Alana's master. By the time they got to the band, Alana and Kalen had both consumed several drinks of wine, and much to Alana's surprise, Kalen swung Alana into the crowd of dancers. 

"Dance with me?" Alana met Kalen's fiery glance with a grin. He had never seen her dance before. On Earth, she had danced for years, even joining the dance society, and cheerleading society at university. It had been a while since she had shown off any of her moves, but the beat was strong and she knew that she could give Kalen a show he wouldn't forget. 

Alana allowed Kalen to grasp her hands in his, his feet moving slowly, showing her the steps to an unfamiliar dance. A circle of men was forming, each joining hands with the people next to him. Alana and Kalen joined the circle, Alana pleased that she took the hand of a stranger. For a moment she had imagined how awkward it would be if T'arik had stood to the side of her, the memory of his lips moving over hers playing in her mind, but she pushed the thought away. Reciting the steps, she danced with the men for a while. Occasionally, one would break from the circle and take a turn in the middle, honouring them all with a seemingly improvised routine. Alana could spot no discernible pattern for when people should step to the middle. With the wine making her brave, she broke the connection with Kalen and the stranger, and stepped out.

The cheer when Alana stepped forward was close to deafening. Taking a quick glance at Kalen, and see his face expressionless, Alana bit the bullet. Remembering a routine that she had danced in a Latin showcase, her body started moving. Her feet flew over the space causing her hips to wiggle and her bottom to shake. Her arms were used to display her movements to their best, and she was constantly rearranging them. Alana danced closer to some men than other, almost touching them, as the circle continued to move around her. As the routine started to come to a close, Alana decided that it was time to improvise. The next time Kalen came close to her, she placed her back against his front, following the basic steps of his dance so that she could move with the circle. She also embellished a little, making her moves feminine and provocative. It wasn't long before his hands wrapped around her upped arms, and she was dragged from the eager men watching. 

Still drunk from wine, she giggled as she stumbled after the huge warrior.

"Alana," he panted breathlessly, and then his lips were crushing hers. He lifted her, Alana's heart in her mouth as, still kissing, he walked them behind some of the surrounding tents, and into an area that was populated sparsely with dried out trees. The wind was almost knocked from Alana as her back collided with one of the trunks, Kalen supporting her with one arm as he fiddled with his wrap with the other hand. 

"This will hurt you," he murmured against her as his hard cock sprang free. Alana gasped as she felt it against her thigh. Her legs wrapped quickly around her man, her master, giving him access to her. He took her by surprise, thrusting thick fingers into her tight wetness. She had expected him, in his drunkenness, to take her without preparation. Finding her sufficiently moist, Kalen added another finger, making her feel the burn. 

"Is this o.k?" Alana looked up to meet red eyes laced with lust, and a little concern. She knew what he was asking. Could they have sex? Was it safe, both for her, and in relation to making another child? She nodded furiously. 

"Fuck me." Her panted words did not go unhindered His fingers were replaced by his cock as he slid the thick head into her. A moan escaped her lips as her fingers searched for flesh to grip onto. In the end, Alana dug her nails into his buttocks, encouraging him to work his way deeper. He thrust forward, sinking further into her, stretching her body painfully. Alana cried out, this time in pain, but Kalen didn't stop. One more powerful movement of his hips and he was inside Alana as far as he could go. Alana's lips kissed his neck.

"Fuck me." This time it was a command, loud and clear. Lust had coiled in her stomach, replacing the guilt of earlier. She wanted to please the man inside of her, wanted him to take his pleasure however he deemed fit. Under her hands, Alana could feel Kalen's buttocks clenching as he moved inside her, slowly but deeply. He was holding back and that was not good enough. As she dug her nails in, Kalen jerked forward, causing Alana to cry out as he slammed into her. She allowed her teeth to sink into his neck, desperate for him to be rough with her. Feeling her bite, he complied. Kalen's breathing turned to ragged gasps quicker than she expected. He was close. She clung to his sweaty body, hoping for some release of her own, but knowing it wouldn't arrive. Her moans in his ear were genuine but sex just wasn't enough. He grunted, thrust hard enough to send sparks of pain flashing through her abdomen, and then just stopped. Done. 

Kalen lifted Alana, laying her down on top of the wrap he had removed from his waist. His fingers sunk into her, eased by their combined juices. Alana let out a small whimper of pain, but her back arched, and claw like fingers pawing at the ground betrayed her body's needs. Kalen's hard, calloused thumb gently stroked back and forth over her clit as he watched her reactions. Her body jerked, her breath caught, but he didn't want her to take release just yet. Alana thrust her hips towards his hand, hoping for the fulfilment she longed for.

"Please." She watched a smile spread slowly across Kalen's face. Was this what he wanted? "Kalen, please." Alana was rewarded with a slow lick that started at her anus, dipped quickly into her, and ended at her clit. She shuddered. "Make me come, please, I need it." This time the licks were quicker, lingering longer of her clit, making her moan and writhe on the material. Her hands bunched in it. Alana longed to grab Kalen's head to keep it firmly between her spread thighs, but that wasn't the game. 

A finger slid up Alana's tight ass, lubricated by the juices flowing from her. Kalen abandoned his desires to make her beg, and concentrated his mouth over her clit, tugging lightly with his teeth until Alana's thighs clamped around his head as she came, panting and squirming beneath him. Once Alana had caught her breath, she propped herself up on her elbows. Kalen had come to rest beside her, and wrapped and arm lazily over her stomach.

"We are naked. There is a party going on over the top of those few tents. Now is not the time to sleep!" Kalen laughed as Alana spoke. She slipped out from under his arm, pulling her dress down to cover her bare body. "Get up," she continued. When Kalen didn't move, Alana became frustrated. She knew that stamping her feet wouldn't work, but she was damn sure that she wasn't going to be caught fucking in the woods like some randy teenager. She scowled down at Kalen who looked sated, relaxed. She just felt sticky. "I'm going to wash before we go back." At that Kalen finally sat up. 

"You must wash in the pool, it's the only place you will be truly safe. Promise me." Alana nodded. 

"I will meet you back around the main fire." It was Kalen's turn to nod. Alana turned to go. She had no intention of going down to the pool. By the time she walked back up the hill she would be just as red faced and sweaty as she was now. Still, Kalen didn't need to know that. She could just wash upstream of the bridge. Stomping off away from the few trees, and into the sea of tents, Alana was annoyed that Kalen was leaving her to wash alone.



Slavery Ch. 08



Sorry the story is later than advertised. My laptop died, so had to rewrite what I had. Also, it is a short installment. The next will be longer, and will be up on Friday at the latest. Again, appologies!



Alana threaded through the tents. In truth, she was incredibly grumpy. The sex had more than satisfied her, in the end, but she didn't understand why Kalen was letting her go to the river alone. He had been over protective since she arrived; a few glasses of wine should not undo his urge to protect her. Did he want her to ask, or was he trying to give her some freedom? Alana was tempted to just wash quickly at the nearest point of the river, after all how dangerous could splashing some water on herself be? It wasn't like she was going to get in, but she decided to head to the other side of the bridge. When Alana left the tents, she was further up the river than she thought. The music, fire and general bustle of the celebration seemed far away.

Alana quickly removed her dress, sat on the bank and dipped her feet in the water. As she cupped handfuls of water to splash over her body, she started to think back to the sex. She had bitten Kalen, but he hadn't bitten her. It was strange. Was he doing it to be considerate? She wasn't sure. It seemed to mean a lot to him. Maybe he knew what she had done, or maybe he was getting tired of her. A tear escaped Alana's eyes, and she wiped at it furiously. She felt so confused, no doubt down to the wine. Splashing a little more water over herself, Alana decided the only solution was to go back to celebration and find Kalen. She could ask him; he had never denied her anything, and she doubted he would start now. 

Alana stood, then turned to pick up her dress. She froze the moment that she saw the three men. She recognised on of them from the circle earlier; he had a thick scar that ran diagonally from under his right ear, and disappeared under the left side of his robe. The two other men could have been anyone. Not wanting to think the worst, Alana tried to get her breathing under control. Her heart beat seemed to be racing her lungs, both of them working furiously, fuelled by wine and fear. Slowly, Alana picked up her dress, greeting them as she did so, never letting her eyes leave them.

"Quite a show you put on for us." The man with the scar nodded in her direction as he spoke. Alana was thankful that it was dark as she could feel herself blushing. As if on cue, the three men stepped towards Alana in unison.

"I'm afraid I must go. My master is waiting." Alana voice quivered. She had no idea how she was going to get out of this.

"Your master is probably still sleeping where you left him." Alana felt the colour drain from her face. That show. She had assumed that they meant the dancing. "Quite the spirited little lady," the man continued. So far the others hadn't spoken. Alana decided that she would have to try a different path.

"General T'arik will be displeased if you harm me." It was a risk, mentioning T'arik's name, but perhaps it would be worth it. The man paused for a moment, glanced at him companions, then laughed. Again, the three stepped closer. 

"General T'arik isn't our General, little lady," Scar said with a smirk. He stepped closer, almost within touching distance. Alana had no idea what he meant by that comment, but at the moment she didn't care. She had to escape, and only knew one way to do that. She took a deep breath, but couldn't quite bring herself to do it.

"What are your intentions?" Before she risked it, she had to know.

"We want what you gave him." They wanted sex. That was so not happening. Taking a second deep breath, perhaps her last ever one, Alana jumped backwards. In the moment before she landed, time seemed to still. She saw, behind a boulder, a crouched shape with glowing red eyes. She had just enough time to think 'Bastard' before cool water swallowed her, and she was swept violently along. 

Alana collided with rocks, swallowed water, and was twisted and turned in the current so often that she no longer knew which was up. There was no way she would be able to grab the bridge. Starting to panic, she opened her mouth letting in another wave of water. Needing to cough it up, Alana scrabbled around her searching for the bottom. Her toes scrapped along a surface that felt like shingles, so she kicked. For one amazing, lifesaving moment Alana's head broke the surface. She spluttered, water pouring from her mouth as she tried to drag in some air. 

Had she gone past the bridge yet? Alana's head banged into something hard as she was swept sideways by the fierce current. She went under again. Once more, it was a struggle for the surface. This time as her head came up into glorious air, Alana's heart leapt. The bridge was in front of her. Seconds were all she had to prepare. Kicking hard to keep herself up right, Alana reached up as far as she could. The supporting beams under the bridge were low enough that she might be able to wrap her hands around one. If she missed on the side closest to her, she would have a second chance, but it would be milliseconds after the first. Then, the bridge was upon her. Her hands scrabbled for purchase, not finding any at first, but at the last moment Alana managed to clutch at a beam with one hand. Bringing her other hand up to secure herself, her feet tried to find something to stand on. There was nothing. She was hanging and knew that, with the current, she would be unable to support her own weight for long. 

It felt like an eternity before she heard the voice that she had been waiting for.

"You bastard," she hissed, "I could have died." 

"Alana, I didn't think you would be so impulsive. I wanted you to enjoy some freedom, not drown yourself." She couldn't argue, not really. She had been desperate to be able to roam the camp alone. She guessed he had proved his point about it being dangerous for her. 

"Were you going to let them..."

"No," he growled though the darkness, interrupting her. "I couldn't stand it, sitting there, seeing you afraid. I couldn't kill them until they had touched you, though. I had to be sure. Their General would have me killed, and you."

"Are you going to pull me out?" Alana's arms were burning with the strain, and her whole body was frozen. She had swallowed more flies than she cared to think about, and could swear that something was crawling up her thigh. When Kalen chuckled in response, she could have sworn, but controlled herself. There was a splash before her, and warm hands settled on her waist. Letting go felt so amazing that Alana burst into tears.

"You're safe now." Alana nodded, pushing herself against Kalen. He sat her on the bank before climbing out himself. 

"I'm sorry I ruined your party," whispered Alana. In her mind, she also apologised for kissing T'arik. He hadn't been around to save her from her own foolishness. 

"I'm glad you are disobedient," he whispered in response. "If not, you wouldn't have found such a dramatic escape so easy. You should have seen the look on their faces. If you had gone to the pool, I would have much less to amuse me." Alana landed a playful punch on Kalen's arm. He took her hand, pulling Alana to her feet, then led her back to the tent. 

Once back, Kalen removed the remnants of the tattered, soaked dress from Alana's battered body. Fresh bruises were blossoming all over her tanned skin, and there were bloody scrapes in too many places to count. Jumping into the river had certainly not been an easy option. Alana sank to her knees on the fur rug beneath her. 

"Join me." Her voice was quiet, and betrayed her uncertainty. She wanted Kalen to love her, but wasn't sure how to ask. The first time that she had seen this rug she had had some very definite ideas about what she wanted to do on it, and now was the time. When Kalen knelt opposite Alana, she voiced what she was thinking. "Make love to me." Kalen frowned. It was not an expression that they used in this language. Alana sighed.

"Before, you called me your lover." Alana hoped that the conversation would progress in a way that she wanted it to, but her hopes were short lived. 

"You are my lover because you love me," Kalen stated confidently. Alana winced at the statement, but didn't contradict him. 

"Are you my lover? Do you love me?" Alana had bunched her hands into the fur beneath her, unconsciously looking for a source of comfort. 

"Yes." It was a clear statement. Kalen loved Alana. 

"Then show me, with your body." Alana hoped that he would be gentle with her, she didn't need rough, and wasn't sure that she could take it. Kalen slunk towards her on all fours, animal like and graceful. He swept her wet hair back from her face, settling his hand possessively on the back of her neck. When his kiss came, it possessed her mouth. It was thorough and took charge, but it wasn't rough. Kalen's lips slid over Alana's as if they were made to kiss her. His hands soon followed. 

Kalen tweaked one of Alana's nipples as he kissed his way down her neck, and across her collar bone. His soft, tender lips worked their way down Alana's body until he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently. Alana arched into his attentions, a moan escaping her. Kalen's hands gently caressed her stomach as his mouth sought her other puckered nipple. Alana laced her fingers through Kalen's hair, wanting to push him south, but allowing him to do as she had asked. It felt as though he was worshiping her body.

Kalen's tongue followed his hands down Alana's body. He licked the soft, vulnerable flesh on her stomach, before working his way over her hip, and down the crease at the top of her thigh. Alana's stomach and groin were jolted with electricity as he used his fingers to spread her open. She felt electric, alive and hungry. Kalen playfully tugged on a lock of curly, black hair that had grown since leaving for war. Quickly, unexpectedly, he was gone from between Alana's legs. She didn't have time for confusion; he was back before she could find the will to sit up, although she could see no reason for his previous departure.

"Lie very still." Dutifully, Alana froze. The feeling of a wet cloth between her legs made her stiffen, but she didn't move to avoid it. It felt pleasant against her sensitive skin, and when it brushed her clit, it made her gasp. Once she was damp, she felt Kalen tug on a tuft of hair. A cold, sharp object flashed across her skin. Kalen repeated this action over and over until Alana could feel his hot, damp breath on exposed skin. Her pussy ached with the desire to feel his fingers inside her, and she was so wet that she doubted he would have any trouble taking her. Once she was bare, Kalen caressed her lovingly, the rewarded her good behaviour with a long, slow lick. Alana shivered, moaning Kalen's name. She wasn't sure that she wanted slow love making anymore. 

Alen took his time. His mouth moved slowly between Alana's legs, tasting her, probing her deeply, fluttering over her clit. It wasn't until Alana cried out that Kalen moved on top of her. His penetration of her stung Alana; she felt tender from their earlier romp in the woods, but was still eager to accept his body within hers. 

As Kalen moved slowly within Alana, Alana felt as though she were liquid. Her limbs didn't seem to respond as they she should. She clung to him, unable to move, but luxuriating in his slow, soft thrusts. Kalen claimed Alana's mouth, kissing her deeply. She could tell the he was getting close, but his body remained steady and sure. 

"I love you, Alana." His confession, although she had already heard it, took Alana by surprise. She gazed up into Kalen's eyes. Did she love him? In this moment she certainly did. However, if asked tomorrow, what would she say? 

"I love you, too." It felt good to say it. Kalen's face looked delighted above her, and he finally allowed himself to lose control.

Afterwards, Kalen wrapped them both in the furs. Alana's still damp hair dripped slowly on Kalen's shoulder. He held her close, nuzzling against her. He seemed content. Eventually, he pulled away, gripping Alana's face in one large hand so that he could turn her to face him.

"I have to go away tomorrow." His voice sounded grave. He paused for a moment, allowing Alana to take in the news before he continued, "I have been recalled by Zeve, and shall be gone for ten nights. I asked to take you with me, but he forbade it. Alana, General T'arik will care for you whilst I am gone." Alana had grown pale as Kalen spoke. 

"I don't understand." Her voice was weak, strained and confused. 

"Alana, I upset Zeve when I killed Jaron in the way I did." Alana remembered the way that Zeve had looked at them, and nodded in agreement. "I have been called back to receive an award for my achievements in battle which is a common enough event, but for you to be forbidden at the ceremony in unheard of. I fear for you, Alana." 

"I don't understand why he wants to hurt me." Alana said as she stood. She wrapped her arms around herself, her head down. Her mind was spinning. Not only would she have to face ten nights without Kalen, but she would be spending them with T'arik. She was afraid of what might happen during that time to Kalen, to her, and between her and the General. Her attraction to him couldn't be denied. 

"Alana, it is me that he wishes to hurt. You are just a means to an end."Kalen's voice held sympathy, but his words tipped Alana over the edge. She had wondered to the desk and, as he finished his sentence, she spun and threw her most weighty book at Kalen, who batted it away. 

"A means to an end?" She screeched. Kalen flinched at the volume, the tone. He hadn't seen Alana like this before. "How dare you? How dare he? This is my life! I may just be property to you," Alana sobbed, "but this is my life." Kalen was beside Alana before she knew it, holding her close and shushing her like a child. He lifted her, taking her to their bed so that he could tuck her in. as he tried to cover her over, she scrambled away from him. "I can't keep doing this, Kalen." Kalen nodded in response, but made no other attempt to console Alana. Instead, he pulled a wrap around his waist, and left. 

Alana awoke groggy and confused. She had fallen asleep alone after shedding what felt like a bucket full of tears. She felt so alone. It wasn't fair that her life was being turned upside down again. She thought back to the events of the previous evening, and considered Kalen's actions in a new light. He had let her go alone to prove a point, and the point had been thoroughly proven. It was clear that he was worried about her actions when he left, and she had to be honest with herself, she had done some foolish things. 

Alana sat up, and smiled nervously at Kalen. He was sat on the end of their bed, watching her. He returned her smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. That was not a good a sign. Alana wondered if she had somehow pushed him too far. Alana considered what she could say to make things better, but was interrupted before she had the chance. General T'arik entered the tent. Alana felt her body seize up, she couldn't breathe, let alone move. 

"Alana, you will be staying with the General. We will wait outside whilst you dress." Kalen's voice was devoid of any emotion. Sucking in a deep breath, Alana quickly slipped from the bed and found some clean clothes. If she was going to be staying in T'arik's tent, then she would need her books. Grabbing things that she would need, Alana found the little packet with her earrings in. Kalen had bought her them to wear on his home planet where she would no longer be forced to wear grey. Slipping them inside her book, it seemed important to take them with her. 

Leaving the tent, Alana started to sweat instantly. The air felt like it would strip her skin from the bone beneath it. The two men stood silently together, their backs to her. Alana studied Kalen's height, his width, committing it to memory. He might be afraid for her, but there was every chance that he would be executed when he returned. Alana placed a hand on Kalen's arm. When he turned, she snuggled up to him, planting kisses on his bare chest. His armour was nowhere in sight today. Carefully, Kalen extricated himself from her grasp. He kissed her on the head to soften his action, but it still left Alana weeping. 

"Hush, Alana. There is nothing we can do about this. I will be back for you." Kalen didn't wait for a response, but turned and started to walk away. Alana called his name, wanting to make things right between them, but he didn't as much as pause. 

General T'arik had quickly given Alana something to take her mind off Kalen. He ordered her to arrange the things she would need for ten nights, then found someone to carry them for her as they headed to his residence. Alana didn't pause to notice the size of the tent, but found a pile of cushions and threw herself upon them. 

"Alana, I will not have you sulking." The tone of T'arik's voice shocked Alana into sitting up. He continued in a more gentle voice once he saw her respond. "Let us bathe. We have much to discuss, I fear." Alana nodded, still sniffling, but glad to be heading for the cool water. 

The walk to the river was easy, and they moved in companionable silence. It was when Alana undressed that the real trouble started. Before Alana could understand what was happening, T'arik had grabbed her arm, and dragged her to a nearby tree. Her heart hammered in her chest as she struggled against him, but once in the shade T'arik let go and stepped back. 

"What has he done?" He demanded. Alana was briefly puzzled until she looked down at the state of herself. Bruises and scabs covered her body. She wasn't in pain, but she was ashamed of the event that had causes them. 

"I fell in the river," she replied, staring hard at her feet. 

"He did not even get you a doctor." The sound of derision in T'arik's voice made Alana realise that he didn't particularly like Kalen. The word doctor, however, caused nothing but fear.

"I'm quite well, T'arik," Alana protested. When T'arik dismissed her assurances, Alana decided to tell him the truth.

"Afraid? My dear, there is nothing to fear. You are shaking like a child!" It was true; Alana had started to tremble in the heat. T'arik put his arms around her, and led her into the sunshine. Alana decided that she would have to tell him her whole story if he was to listen to her protestations. 

Sat on the river bank, feet dangling in the water, Alana finished telling T'arik about Kalen killing Jaron. 

"Have you trusted the birth control?" Alana shuddered. Her insides seemed to solidify as she considered what T'arik was asking. They had been so stupid. She nodded, unable to find her voice. "I will have a doctor bring a replacement. There will be no need to see him." With that, T'arik slipped into the water, reaching a hand out to help Alana in. 

"You know, I really thought you hated me at first," Alana said, smiling up at T'arik.

"Why is that?" T'arik's fingers strayed to the bottom of Alana's back and started to caress her.

"The way you looked at me, and spoke about me." Alana's voice sounded hurt. 

"I hated the bruises on your flesh, the fear in your eyes. You looked tired, and strained. I hate him. I never hated you. Alana, you are beautiful, enchanting, and I wish to make you my own." The tone in T'arik's voice told Alana that he was serious. His fingers moving over her wet skin made her tighten in places that really shouldn't be reacting to him. She felt guilty. She felt longing. She felt something sting her.

"Fuck!" The pain was excruciating. White hot fire spread from her ankle, down into her foot. It started to spread up her calf, paralysing her. Suddenly she was unable to flex her foot, or to clench her calf. "T'arik, it hurts. God, it hurts."




Slavery Ch. 08



"Alana, I don't know what's wrong!" T'arik's eyes held frustration, and concern. Quick as lightening, Alana had been scooped into his arms then, before she could look down at her leg, she was on her back. T'arik's hands held her down so that she couldn't move. The pain made her want to curl up in a ball, and to claw at her flesh. The fire was spreading. Alana watched as T'arik reached across her to pull his sword free of his armour. 

"What are you doing?" Alana was starting to panic. She had images in her mind of T'arik cutting her leg off, leaving her with a bloody stump. His face morphed into that of Jaron, except he had on a surgical mask as if they were on earth. The sky started to swirl into pinks and purples. Alana felt her body stiffening, convulsing. Moans escaped her throat, uncontrollable moans. Alana felt a terrible tearing. It felt as if her leg were being flayed. She knew that she was screaming. The earth beneath her felt like it was liquid. Alana's hands clawed at the earth, but she couldn't seem to find purchase. Above her, Jaron was laughing, stroking her face as he mocked her. Alana screwed her eyes tightly shut. Her stomach heaved then, without warning, something frothy spewed from her mouth. She looked. She couldn't help it. It was black, frothy and disgusting. The black froth seemed to be multiplying, spreading across Alana's vision like a plague until she felt closed in and faint. Then she was gone into a world of strange creatures and vicious surgeons.

A man's face loomed over Alana, the green sky framing his concerned face. 

"She seems lucid." He nodded to himself, and for a moment Alana didn't know who he was talking to. "Her leg will take a little longer to heal, but now the poison has drained she should be out of danger." Alana felt terror constrict her chest. He was a doctor. T'arik's face came into view above her. 

"Alana?" He was scared, she could hear it, and for some reason it made her giggle. Once she started, she couldn't stop. 

"It's the medication." The doctor was speaking again. He continued, but Alana was too fascinated with the way his mouth moved to listen. T'arik lifted her. She looked at where she had been, shocked at the black foam that was there. It had been real. Looking down at her leg, she swore. It was purple, swollen. As soon as she saw it she felt the throbbing start. It felt hot, and a little like a sausage; the skin felt tight, as if any moment it might split open. The sight was making her feel dizzy. Giggles were still bubbling from her mouth, but Alana felt as though that could turn to vomit. One last look at the floor was all it took to actually make her vomit all over her bare chest.

The creature on the floor had clearly been hacked in to. There was a long tendril covered in suckers that was separate from the main body. It was a pearlescent white thing that looked as though it had never seen the sun. The main body of the creature was lumpy, and looked as though it were suffering from warts. Alana couldn't make out the eyes, but there were long, thin spines that were centred at what she assumed was the top of its head. That had been attached to her. 

Once in the tent, Alana was propped up on pillows on the bed. Her leg was wrapped in cold cloths. The medication must have been wearing off as the pain was becoming worse. 

"What was that?" Alana asked T'arik with horror evident in her voice. 

"A rare type of fish, apparently," T'arik told her, " not something that I have seen before. They are poisonous to us also, but should only create a small itch." T'arik lay on the bed next to Alana, watching her closely. Finally, he spoke again, "are you in much pain?"

"Yes," Alana snapped then, sighing deeply, she apologised. What she wanted more than anything was Kalen. He would wrap her in his arms, whisper to her until she fell asleep. Wistfully, Alana shut her eyes. 

"Sleeping is a good idea. I will wake you when it is time for more medicine." When Alana didn't respond, she felt the bed move, then heard the tent flap rustle. Alana really hoped that T'arik would be gone for a while. 

Alana awoke to T'arik shaking her. He had a smile on his face, and pills in his hand. Consciousness brought pain. Alana snatched the pills, throwing them into her mouth without ceremony. T'arik was quick to pass her water to wash them down with. Without a word he lifted Alana then, after kicking cushions into place, placed her down outside in front of a camp fire. 

"What will you make me?" There was a playfulness in T'arik's voice. Despite the pain, Alana laughed.

"What do you mean? I can't cook." Alana was amused, certainly.

"Seriously?" T'arik sounded a little shocked at her statement. His grin had been replaced by a frown. "Kalen has never taught you how to make food?" Alana shook her head. "Fine. I will cook tonight. Tomorrow, you will learn."

As T'arik threw ingredients into pots and pans, setting them up on a complicated contraption over the fire, Alana looked up at the stars. Somewhere out there was Earth. Alana wondered if she would ever see it again. There was no family left for her, not really, but she longed to go back. 

"I hope you're watching, limpy." Laughing, Alana did as she was told. As T'arik cooked, he often looked up at Alana to smile. He touched her regularly: stroking hair from her cheek, squeezing her shoulder, briefly resting a hand on hers. Alana loved how tactile he was, and she felt entirely comfortable with him. Under the comfort, though, was a sense of guilt. Earlier she had longed for Kalen, and now she was betraying him by being at ease with this man. 

After dinner, which Alana thought was delicious, came a sense of awkwardness. 

"I can sleep on cushions on the floor, T'arik. Honestly, it wouldn't be the first time." He would have none of it though. 

"Bed." It was a command, and Alana knew that he would brook no argument. Slipping under the sheet, Alana stiffened when T'arik joined her. His arms snaked around her bare waist, pulling her close so that her back was flush with his chest. After that, he stilled. Eventually, Alana relaxed into his embrace, accepting that nothing else was going to happen.



Slavery Ch. 09



The next morning, Alana was shaken awake early. The sun had barely passed the horizon, and already she was pulling on clothes. T'arik had told her that he would teach her how to cook. What he had failed to mention was that he was also going to teach her how to find ingredients. Alana's leg had almost returned to normal; the swelling had subsided leaving her with several bumps where the suckers had been, and a patch of skin that looked like it had air bubbles under it. It was tender to touch, but Alana found that it would support her easily. The rest of her was scabs and bruises still. 

"T'arik? Kalen used to have pink cream. Do you have any? It made me heal really fast," Alana enquired as she tugged on the grey leggings, wincing as the material rubbed her wounds. T'arik spluttered into his drink.

"He bought that for you? It's really expensive. We don't have it here." Alana said no more on the subject, but it seemed to her that the best place for magic healing cream was on a battlefield. 

The morning proved very tiring for Alana, but by the end of it she didn't care. There was a forest around thirty minutes from the campsite, and it was full of a variety of edible flora and fauna. The adventure that T'arik had taken her on was amazing, and so much more fun than she had experienced since arriving. T'arik had first shown her several plants and berries that were edible, then he had sent her to pick some. He had watched from a distance, allowing Alana a little freedom.

It was the hunting that Alana enjoyed the most, though. With bow and arrow in hand, Alana managed to shoot a huge number of trees. T'arik, on the other hand, was fantastic to watch. He was fluid and graceful, never missing a target. He helped Alana to skin what they had caught. She had been disgusted at first, though that feeling soon turned to enjoyment. Doing something active and useful, Alana felt as if she had a certain value again. This was something that she could do.

The afternoon flew by also. After storing their food in a cooling chamber that Alana hadn't realised existed, they bathed in the river. Funny and gentlemanly, T'arik made sure that Alana was confident before he helped her in. He teased her, supported her, washed her, but made no move to push their relationship further. By the time Alana returned to the tent, she was ready to sleep. Unfortunately, she found that T'arik was always true to his word. He sat Alana by the camp fire, and gave her instructions as she prepared the meal. 

Before Alana could really take her day in, it was over. Bed time came swiftly after a passable dinner. T'arik was polite about Alana's cooking, but cooking over a fire was not as easy as it looked. He had promised her more practice, though, which hopefully meant more time in the woods. Once again, T'arik cuddled up to Alana, but did no more than that. 

Morning came and, unfortunately for Alana, it brought stiffness and shivers. Even wearing her clothes, and with several blankets piled upon her, Alana just couldn't get warm. Her body ached all over. She had tried to drag herself out of bed, but T'arik would have none of it. Alana was desperate to avoid having a doctor come to see her. T'arik had other ideas. 

"Alana, how are you feeling?" The doctor asked as he peered into her eyes.

"Like shit." A smile spread over the doctor's face at Alana's response. 

"I'm sure we can fix that, love." His accent was strange, and a little hard to decipher. Alana couldn't help but smile back at him through her discomfort. He seemed nice. After stretching out Alana's limbs, taking her temperature, and watching her wince, the man finally spoke, "Well, the prognosis is grim, I'm afraid. There will be no more frolicking in the woods until tomorrow." The doctor grinned a cheeky smile then winked and whispered, "Here, don't tell anyone, especially that grumpy old bastard." He cocked his head in the direction of T'arik as he handed Alana a tiny bottle of pink lotion. It looked good enough for one application at least. The new doctor raised a hand to her as he stood and left the tent. Barely thirty seconds later T'arik stepped in. 

"Was that O.K.? He thought it better to see you alone." There was worry in his voice.

"Thank you, T'arik." T'arik frowned. Alana held up the pink lotion with a grin. 

"That isn't from me. I haven't got that sort of money." Oh. T'arik looked confused, but Alana felt nothing but concern.

"Should I give it back?" 

"No," T'arik shook his head. "If it was a gift, returning it would be ungracious. Use it, enjoy it. I did wonder at his optimism when he said we would be hunting again tomorrow." 

It was, in fact, two days before Alana felt well enough to gather the ingredients for dinner with T'arik. She had slept for twenty hours. After a hot meal and lots of fluid, Alana had slept for almost another twenty. The bite from the creature in the river had taken it out of Alana, as had her adventure escaping her would be attackers. 

Flora gathered, Alana was practising being stealthy. T'arik had told her with exasperation that she was scaring all of the wild life away with her clumsy feet. As well as treading carefully, Alana was also trying not to shoot herself. The bow that T'arik brought had an arrow fitted so she could shoot in a speedy fashion, if not a particularly well aimed one. Spotting an animal much like a deer, Alana froze. All she could hear was the rustling of leaves and undergrowth in the wind.

The heat from T'arik's body as he pressed himself against Alana's back almost made her loose her composure. His hands gripped her arms to put them in the correct position to shoot. One hand cupped her right breast making her gasp. 

"Watch this when you draw." He whispered in her ear. His hand covered Alana's to help her draw, then allowed her to release the arrow. It flew true, taking the creature in the throat. A pained gurgle erupted from the animal as it bucked, turned, and started to fly over the ground beneath its hooves. It didn't run for long. The arrow tips had been coated in a poison that would kill the animals they shot quickly and painlessly. Although T'arik claimed an animal poisoned with the substance was still safe to eat, Alana would have avoided meat if she had known sooner. 

T'arik took the bow from Alana, his chest still moulded to her back. He cast the weapon away as he took her hands in his. Wrapping his arms and hers around Alana, he nuzzled at her neck. Her body broke out in goose bumps as his lips caressed her sensitive flesh, and she lost the fight to suppress a moan. Releasing T'arik's hands, she turned in the circle of his embrace so that she could look at him. Before she had a chance to disentangle herself his lips met hers. They were almost timid in their exploration, perhaps expecting rejection at every movement. Alana kissed him back tentatively. It was so different from kissing Kalen that she couldn't help comparing the two men. She knew that should stop her, but it didn't.

T'arik steered Alana backwards until her back was against a tree trunk. This felt almost too familiar for her. Only T'arik's gentle affection stopped Alana from pushing him away. He was undemanding, considerate, and was taking his seduction slowly. His hands strayed across her stomach, working their way up before coming to rest on her breasts. Alana moaned into T'arik's mouth as he squeezed lightly, running his thumbs over her nipples through the rough fabric of her tunic. His body pressed hers into the scratchy bark as he fitted himself to her, getting as close as he could whilst still being dressed. Alana could feel his excitement pressing against her, and longed to be laid down so that she could have it between her thighs. 

"Tell me you want this." T'arik sounded breathless as he broke their kiss. His eyes searched Alana's for a sign of encouragement. It allowed Alana time to gather her wits.

"No." How could she tell him that she wanted it? Doing it was bad enough. Asking for it was too much. Kalen, Kalen, Kalen. It was a mantra in her head. He loved her, he cared for her. It didn't matter that she felt something genuine for T'arik. It could go nowhere.

"Then I apologise. I will exercise better control in future." T'arik sounded genuinely distressed. Alana reached to touch him, but he stepped away. He couldn't meet her eyes, and instead turned away. "We should head back."

"Yes," Alana croaked. She felt terrible. She didn't want to hurt T'arik. She wanted to call him back, to wrap her arms around him, and kiss a smile back onto his face. She longed to feel him on top of her, inside her. She just couldn't do that to Kalen. Alana ran her fingers over the metal band at her throat. They lingered over the inscribed symbol that showed Alana as property. Maybe she was being loyal to the wrong man. "T'arik." He turned, one eyebrow raised in question. "I want to. I really want to, but I belong to another man." 

Sighing, T'arik held his hand out to Alana. Walking hand in hand out of the forest, he told her someone else would collect the carcass. It was about time that they bathed. 

After another interesting attempt at cooking, Alana tried to stifle her yawns. She stretched languidly across a pile of cushions, gazing at the stars above her. Her stomach felt almost too full, and all she wanted to do was sleep. T'arik sat behind her stroking her hair. His fingers felt good as they moved over her scalp. He seemed to understand Alana's predicament, and seemed content to just be touching her. T'arik's fingers trailed down her cheeks before coming to rest on the band she wore around her neck. He tugged it gently. 

"It comes off, you know." His voice was quite, relaxed, but it seemed forced. Underneath, Alana knew there was tension, anticipation.

"Would that make it right?" Alana desperately wanted him to say yes. Instead, he stood. Reaching for her hand, T'arik pulled Alana to her feet then led her to the bed. Alana half expected T'arik to undress her, instead he laid her fully dressed on the bed then, also still clothed, climbed on top of her. Alana felt a thrill rush through her. Nervousness and arousal made her breathing fast as she met T'arik's eyes. They weren't really touching each other, but that somehow made the contact more exciting. 

T'arik used his knees to spread Alana's legs. He nestled his groin against hers, pressing his hardness into her. With no sense of control over her actions, Alana ground against him catching her sensitive flesh against his over and over again. T'arik kissed her, stealing her breath. He seemed urgent in his attentions. His hands ran up and down her body, pinching her nipples through her tunic, grasping her hips, pinning her hands. 

"Is it enough?" Alana panted. The friction between them was certainly getting to her. She could feel the throbbing between her legs, the wetness seeping into the fabric of her leggings. Fabric that was being forced across her engorged clit, rubbed by the heavy, hard weight of T'arik. He nodded in response to Alana's question. His own breath seemed short. Alana's hips sped up in their action, Tarik meeting her motion with his own. Alana felt her body clench, then tremble. Pleasure exploded, starting low in her stomach and spreading through every inch of her. Still, T'arik kept moving. It was almost too much for Alana. She whimpered as sensation started building again. 

T'arik held Alana's wrists above her head with one hand. His other ran down her body even as his cock pressed against her. His fingers tugged at the top of her leggings until he exposed her hips, then the smooth flesh that was so sensitised. Alana only half realised what was happening as her leggings were torn from her. She tried to speak past T'arik's eager lips, but didn't have enough time. The hardness that Alana had been craving plunged easily into her wetness. For once, having her urges satisfied was not painful. 

T'arik thrust into Alana with a ferocity that she hadn't expected. The length of him crashed into her sending sparks of pleasure to ignite the thick pool of desire that filled her. With the pressure off her clit, she could enjoy the sensations that T'arik was causing her. He had seemed close before, and now was holding his orgasm back. 

"In my mouth," Alana murmured around his lips. He picked up speed between her thighs. Alana's nail dug into his neck until he shifted his body quickly over hers. Suddenly it was his cock plunging into her mouth instead of his tongue. A hot, sweet spurt of liquid splashed the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow. She almost choked. Another load splashed her mouth as her lips locked around the head of T'arik's cock. Alana brought a hand up to its base, steadying it as she sucked greedily. Her other hand slipped between her sticky thighs, working her fingers into the hot folds of her pussy. Her clit wasn't too sensitive to touch anymore, and she rubbed frantically at the swollen flesh. As T'arik's pleasure ebbed, Alana's hit. She convulsed beneath him, gasping in air that held his scent. 

Sweaty, and constricted by too many clothes, the pair finally relaxed, intertwined with each other. They were both satisfied after weeks of tension building between them. Alana shifted from under T'arik as she kicked the remains of her leggings away from her, then pulled her tunic over her head. Lazily, T'arik reached up to stroke her bare breast. He ran fingers lightly down her stomach earning a giggle as Alana wriggled to escape his tickling. The calloused skin of his fingers stroked the smooth, hairless flesh of her pussy as he explored Alana's slick sex. Alana moaned with renewed pleasure, but it was not T'arik's intent to initiate sex. He simply wanted to get to know her alien anatomy. All too soon, in Alana's opinion, he rose from the damp sheets of the bed to undress.

Alana climbed under the sheet, settling herself down. She dozed, content. T'arik joined her, curling his body around hers as he had done previously. His hands no longer came to rest innocently around her waist any more, but found their home atop her breasts. Alana's nipples grazed his palms, and she longed to turn, to encourage him into more sex. He kissed her bare shoulder as if he knew what she were thinking, but made no move to do anything other than sleep. 

Alana awoke to a soft stroking that had her half way to orgasm. Long fingers moved slowly against her pussy, circling her clit. Pushing backwards, her buttocks came to rest against T'arik's hardness. He wriggled a little until his hard cock was nestled between them. He thrust lazily, enjoying the strange sensation. T'arik's fingers left Alana's aching flesh to explore her ass. 

"Please don't stop," she begged, and tried to roll over, but T'arik held her still. His fingers freed his cock before taking its place. He stroked the crevasse, rubbing against the puckered hole. Sliding a finger forward, he dipped it into the wetness of her eager pussy, coating it in Alana's juices before bringing it back to the hole he was so interested in. Slowly, he pushed his finger into her. Alana tried to pull away from the foreign pressure. It felt strange to her, and she wasn't at all convinced that she was enjoying it. 

"T'arik!" Alana wondered if he could hear the panic in her voice. He chuckled against her back as he pulled his finger from her. Quickly, he rolled over, pulling Alana on top of him as he went. She struggled to sit up, facing away from him. This was more familiar territory. On earth, she had an ex who had loved the reverse cowgirl. She had always laughed at the name, but decided that this was the perfect time to reincarnate the practice. 

Expertly, Alana slipped T'arik inside her. She gasped at the fullness that came from sitting astride him. Slowly, she started to move. Alana put extra effort into making sure her butt moved in an alluring way, and soon she felt T'arik's hands squeezing the fleshy orbs as she thrust herself against him. 

It wasn't long before one of his fingers slid back inside her. With the arousal that came from being in charge, she found she was actually enjoying the exploration. As she moved, the finger in her ass wriggled deeper, and was joined by a second. She groaned at the stretch. At this first sign of discomfort, T'arik stopped and withdrew. His hand hooked around the front of her body so that he could rub against her clit, something that he did with vigour. After that, it wasn't long until either party was spent. 

Three days passed whilst they luxuriated in each other's company, but both parties knew it must come to an end. They had one more night together. Kalen was due back the following morning. Together, they had cooked, and now sat enjoying their meal. T'arik kept reaching out to touch Alana. They would still have the time during the day when he took her to bathe, but they would both miss the long nights spent wrapped around each other. 

It was a shock to both when they looked up to see a bloodied Kalen stood over them. Alana bolted up from her cushions, embracing him. Fear had blossomed in her chest at the sight of him; he looked half dead. T'arik also stood, leading the man he despised to a place by the fire. Alana pushed water towards Kalen as T'arik filled a bowl with food. Kalen took them both gratefully. 

There was no hint of suspicion in Kalen's eyes as Alana took her place next to him, but she could see the anger and jealousy in T'arik's. Alana felt guilty, awkward. Her hands twisted constantly, evidence of her inner turmoil and her confusion about who to touch. Her discomfort was short lived.

"We need to go." Alana and T'arik both looked at Kalen as he spoke. There was urgency in his voice. 

"Back to the tent?" Alana's voice quivered as she feared she already knew the answer. Kalen shook his head. No, of course not to the tent. It was earlier than planned, but Alana knew they were leaving the planet. Her lungs seemed to stop working as she caught sight of T'arik. His fists were clenched. She wanted to throw her arms around him, to tell him she would stay. Instead, she swallowed the urge. It wouldn't do anyone any good. 

"Mia has organised some things to take with us. We need nothing that we have here, unless there is something you value." Alana nodded, and went in the tent to find her earrings. When T'arik followed, she burst into tears. He pulled Alana close, smoothing her hair with his hand. He quickly found her lips, kissing her passionately. For a moment, she didn't care if Kalen saw her. T'arik broke the kiss, and thrust the package with the earrings in into her hand. His face was a study of indifference, but the tremble of his hands gave him away to Alana. 

"Go." His voice was full of authority and arrogance, just as it had been the first time they met. Alana kissed his chest. She held her head high as she left his tent, tears streaking her cheeks. Kalen took her hand without a word. He didn't speak to T'arik, just lead Alana off. At the edge of the tents there was a wagon waiting. Kalen lifted Alana into in. There were bags at their feet that must belong to them.

"What happened?" Alana's voice was barely audible. She cuddled into Kalen's side as he wrapped an arm around her. He felt comfortable and familiar, but there wasn't the spark there that she had with T'arik. 

"Do you love him?" Alana froze. Kalen's voice gave nothing away. It was steady, without emotion.

"No," she whispered. It was the truth. She didn't love T'arik, but she knew that she could. She loved Kalen, but not romantically. She was happy to share her body with him, and he could turn her on, but she would never have chosen him. T'arik, however, she could see herself being happy with. 

"Do you want to stay?" This time Kalen's voice was quiet, almost defeated. Yes! Yes! Alana wanted to scream that she was desperate to stay, but how could she? She remembered the misery with which he had spoken about his wife. 




Slavery Ch. 09



"No." She was proud of herself. Her voice had barely trembled.

"Good. I couldn't leave you here. There are too many people who want me dead, now. They would kill you in my place." Alana felt cold inside. Would they kill T'arik instead? She pushed the thought from her head. "Did you bring your books?" Kalen continued. When Alana shook her head he sighed, "you can write to him." A bubble of gratitude swelled inside Alana. She kissed Kalen on the lips, really kissed him. He pulled her onto his knee and just held her close as the wagon started moving. Alana knew enough of the alphabet to write, she thought, and she was sure Kalen could help her. 

"Tell me what happened, Kalen."

"Later," was his reply. He pushed Alana from him then, and lay on the bench. He closed his eyes, and was asleep in moments. Studying his face, Alana could see exhaustion there. His body was cut and bruised. She thought there were whip marks up his arms, but couldn't be sure. He needed her in a way T'arik hadn't, in a way T'arik never could. She was making the right choice, she told herself. 

Alana didn't know when she fell asleep, but she would never forget the moment she woke. The vessel that hovered over them looked like it was straight out of Star Trek. The ship was long and thin. It looked as if it were built for speed, and was an odd burnt orange colour. There was no way for Alana to accurately judge the size of it, but if it were stood on one end, it would reach much further into the sky than any building Alana had ever seen. Looking at it above her, she felt the odd sensation of vertigo, as if she were looking down. 

Turning to talk to Kalen, Alana realised that she was alone. Kalen and their bags were gone. There were others around her, people with bags that were clearly planning to board the ship. They were all natives of the planet. Alana watched them as they gathered at a point at the far end of the transport. Their bags were in a pile not far from them. Kalen was nowhere to be seen, though. Alana's heart sunk at the thought that he had left her. She felt on the verge of tears. 

"Enjoying the view?" Alana jumped. She would recognise Kalen's voice anywhere. Scrambling from the wagon, she threw herself at him. 

"I thought you had gone." Kalen chuckled in response to Alana's panic. 

"It is time for us to board. We must join the others." His voice was serious. He had two slips of paper in his hand. They seemed familiar. Alana held out a hand for them so that she could look. She thought back to one of her first days in Kalen's company. These had been on his desk in the study. He had been planning for both of them to leave since the beginning. 

"Will they make our life difficult?" Alana nodded towards the small gathering of travellers.

"No. There will be many races on board. Our differences will be the norm." Alana reached for Kalen's hand, but he avoided taking it. He tried to make his avoidance unnoticeable, but it hurt. Nothing more than I deserve, Alana thought to herself. She had known her actions would hurt Kalen. She hadn't considered that he could hurt her back in any way but a physical one. 

They walked side by side to join the crowd. No one paid them particular attention. It wasn't long before a woman came to check their papers. She appeared from nowhere, with long flowing black hair, and eyes with no iris or pupil. She waved her hands over each paper before disappearing again. 

"She is from..." Kalen frowned. Obviously the language they spoke in didn't have a sufficient word. "She is not real." Alana realised that she was a hologram. She gave Kalen the word, but he merely shrugged. 

Alana nearly fell when something locked around her calves. Metal had sprung from the ground to secure the people stood around her. This time when she reached for Kalen's hand he took it. Beneath Alana's feet a platform started to form. With a jerk, it started to rise towards an opening above their heads. 

"We're really doing this?" Kalen nodded in response, but didn't speak. Alana tried to visualise T'arik's face. This was it. She might never see him again. Pushing the thought away, she looked up. The opening in the ship was approaching more quickly than Alana had expected. She took the opportunity to look at the planet she was leaving behind. She felt strangely sad. 

As they entered the ship they were surrounded by darkness. Even after the fixtures around Alana's calves disappeared, no light appeared. A humming noise filled the air, and suddenly a bright red light illuminated two men. They were not stood near each other; in fact they didn't seem to know each other at all. The sound of booted footsteps filled the room though Alana could not see who they belonged to. Alana felt panic welling up inside her. She tried to cling to Kalen but he disengaged himself from her. The illuminated men were pulled from the group. Only after the sound of boots had faded did the lights come on.

Alana wanted to ask Kalen about the men, but one look at his face showed he was in no mood to talk. His wounds didn't look as bad as they had previously, and his exhaustion seemed to have been replaced with anger. He gripped Alana's arm and led her through the crowd. There were signs in several languages. Kalen followed them through white, bright corridors. Alana stumbled along behind him trying to keep up. It was at least five minutes of taking lifts and traipsing through rows of rooms before Kalen stopped before a door. The symbol on it matched the one around her neck. Kalen stroked the door with one finger, and it slid to the side. Alana cried out with delight. 

There was a deep pool with beautiful turquoise water. Surrounding the pool were sun loungers with thick white cushions, and the ceiling looked like Earth's sky. The light had a mellow yellow tone to it. The room had stone archways that reminded Alana of Morocco. Through the arches were huge shuttered windows, and heavy, dark wooden doors. This was a riad just for them. 

"Kalen, it's beautiful," Alana gushed. 

"Yes," his tone was terse, "I requested something exotic, something from Earth."

"Thank you." Alana hung her head, ashamed. 

"Undress." Kalen's tone was commanding, one that Alana hadn't heard before. She was confused, but did as she was told. Peeling herself out of her damp, smelly clothes, she watched Kalen watching her. His eyes were cold as he studied her. He walked around her, pulling at her arms, checking her over. 

"Is that why you like him? He doesn't leave you bruised?" Kalen's spoke through gritted teeth. Alana didn't know how to answer. Instead, she bent and retrieved the earrings from a pocket in her tunic. She wasn't confined to grey anymore, so she might as well wear then. When Kalen saw that it was his gift that she was wearing, he gave her a tight lipped smile. 

"Come, swim with me." Alana consented. She was eager to try the pool. It did seem strange that all of this was on a spaceship. Once in the water, Alana swam cautiously towards Kalen. She wasn't surprised when he wouldn't allow her to touch him. She wondered why he had been tactile with her before, but decided that it was through exhaustion, and a sense of relief at being alive. She guessed that now everything was ok, he had time to be angry. 

"You know," Alana said, "he caused me more damage in a few days than you have since you were given me." 

"How so?" Kalen sounded worn out. He didn't sound like he cared, but as if he were humouring her. Alana told him the story of the fish that had stung her, and of the state that she had been in after over doing it in the forest. By the end of her story, Kalen had insisted that she sat on one of the sun loungers so that he could examine her leg. There was not a mark on it thanks to the gift of the cream. Alana mentioned that she had received cream as a gift from the doctor, and Kalen gave her his first genuine smile.

"I am pleased that you met a kind doctor. That world was brutal, but not all bad."

"Will you tell me what happened with Zeve?" Alana wasn't sure that Kalen would answer. He lay back on the sun lounger next to hers, shutting out the world by closing his eyes. 

"They took me into custody," he said with a voice void of emotion. "I was to be detained for crimes against the estate, Zeve's estate that is. By killing both of his doctors I cost him a small fortune. They requested you, by the way. They asked him to choose a human."

"I'm so sorry," Alana sighed. Kalen simply shook his head.

"I should be the sorry one. I should have learnt that you can't force love. Still, once they had me they tortured me, whipped me. Zeve made the mistake of coming to torture me alone. He slipped up, and I killed him. I fled. Mia had organised earlier transport just in case." Kalen's words about love made her heart hurt. His wife didn't love him, his prior slave hadn't loved him, and she had betrayed him.

Alana stood, still naked, and draped herself over Kalen. He stiffened beneath her, his hands finding her waist so that he could shift her away. 

"Don't," Alana pleaded as she clung to him. "I care for you Kalen, I really do." Kalen unclasped Alana's hands from around his neck. He stood, leaving her no option but to scramble to her feet. 

"Go and find your room, Alana," Kalen said, wearily.

"I don't want to go and..." Alana stopped as Kalen came incredibly close to her. He raised his hand, running one finger lightly over the band around her neck. Colour flooded Alana's cheeks, and tears stung her eyes. 

"Now, Alana," whispered Kalen. After being reminded that she was his property, Alana decided not to argue. She ran inside, not having a clue where she was going, just wanting to escape her shame. Alana found a staircase and bolted up it. There were three doors to choose from at the top. One had a stunning blue dress hanging from the door. Alana touched her earrings, realising that the dress would match them perfectly. A note was attached to the dress which read: For the most beautiful woman at the ball.

Taking the silk like material in her arms, Alana opened the door to her bedroom. It was simple, but had a mirror, a set of brushes, a bottle of perfume; luxuries that Alana would have been excited about in other circumstances. As it was, she lay on the bed and sobbed. She had been such an idiot. She did love Kalen. Not in an overwhelming, passionate way, but in a way of quiet companionship. From now on, she would do what she could to show him. 

It was hours later when Kalen's voice woke her. She hadn't even realised that she had fallen asleep. 

"There is a welcome ball tonight. You will join me." Kalen's voice was stiff.

"Thank you for my things." Alana smiled as brightly as she could. Kalen looked levelly at her, his expression unchanging. He turned and left the room. Yes, she was an idiot. 

It didn't take Alana long to get ready. She found the bathroom and washed quickly. To her surprise there were sweet scented shampoos and conditioners to use. She made use of them, but didn't enjoy them for as long as she would have liked. Once dry, she found a drawer with make-up in. She took her time lining her eyes in a range of blue hues. By the end, she hardly recognised herself. After pining up her hair and putting on her earrings, it was finally time for her dress.

The silky material flowed like water across her body, clinging in all of the right places and shimmering as she moved. The colour was a deep, rich blue and was decorated with gems. It was stylish, but more importantly it wasn't grey. Alana already had her neck collar on and she added her bracelet to the outfit. She wanted Kalen to know that she was proud to be with him. 

When Kalen saw Alana, he couldn't help but compliment her. Alana, though, was speechless. 

"This is how Earth men dress?" He sounded bemused. His suit was perfectly James Bond. He wore a pristine white shirt underneath, and a blue tie the exact colour of Alana's dress. His dreadlocks were tied back, his eyes made up. Kalen could have been a model, a superstar. He looked at Alana in a predatory way, but when he spoke his voice was still cold. "Come." 

The ball was held in a wooden panelled room filled with circular tables Alana could have been on Earth. There were around a thousand guests, all dressed in exotic outfits that were presumably from their own worlds. Kalen and Alana took their seats quickly, something for which Alana was relieved about; she longed to look at all of the different races. She had glimpsed an interesting looking woman with blue scales, a tail, and spiked green hair. She wore a white bandeau top with a flowing red skirt. She was striking, and Alana could certainly see why she would be attractive. A man had also caught Alana's eye. His eyes were huge, almond shaped, and completely black. His fingers seemed unnaturally long and thin, as did the rest of him. His clothes lent him some bulk, but beneath he looked skeletal. 

"Eyes down." After a pause Alana obeyed. She was confused. Kalen had never really enforced that rule before, and now that they were off planet, surely looking would be ok? It wasn't long before people came to speak with Kalen. He conversed in a language that Alana didn't understand. She longed to peek at who had paid him a visit, but didn't dare. Even when he left to dance with other women, Alana kept her gaze on the table in front of her. She tried desperately not to cry.

Throughout dinner, Alana picked at her food, hardly tasting what was on her plate. It seemed that there had been an extensive menu, but her food had been chosen for her. She had no appetite. Her stomach was constantly churning. Kalen spoke to others around the table, but made no attempt to speak with her. He finished his food before Alana, and signalled to have both meals removed. 

"Stand." Alana did. Taking her hand, Kalen led her to a parquet dance floor that was illuminated by a chandelier. Alana flushed at the contact, and clung to him as tightly as she could. When they found a place Alana started to look at the couple next to them, but was quickly reminded that her eyes should be cast down. At least that way she could watch Kalen's feet, she thought. Following his lead they moved swiftly around the floor. Feeling Kalen's hands resting lightly on her waist made her skin tingle. She tried to push her body closer to his but he held her firmly as a distance. They completed several revelations before Kalen tired of the activity. As soon as he had, he took them back to the room. Walking back, she made sure to keep her eyes low hoping to please him. 

"Undress." The door had barely shut behind them when Kalen issued his command. Alana slipped her dress from her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. Kalen started to walk away, leaving Alana to follow. Through the house, up the stairs, Alana followed Kalen to his room. She couldn't quite believe what she saw. Laid on the bed was the most beautiful female she had ever seen. In response, all Alana could do was wrap her arms around herself to cover her imperfections. Being naked left her feeling vulnerable.

The woman was long and lithe. Her hair was a silver curtain of perfection. Milky white skin marbled with blue veins covered her. Her breasts were small, perky. She smiled up at Kalen with pale pink lips and shining, icy blue eyes. Alana watched in horror as Kalen undressed. The woman rose to help him. When Kalen's lips met the stranger's, she felt as though she could die. A lump formed in her throat that threatened to choke her. Her legs felt shaky, and she couldn't stifle a sob. She watched as his purple hands moved over the woman, testing the weight of her breasts, exploring her flat stomach and round ass. Alana shut her eyes when he took his place beside her on the bed. She wanted to rid herself of the vision of his excitement.

"Open your eyes." Alana did as she was told. She leant back against the wall to stop herself from falling. Kalen's fingers disappeared between the slender legs of the woman. Thankfully, Alana couldn't quite see what Kalen was doing to her, but it was obvious that he was bringing her pleasure. The woman's back arched, she moaned, clung to the sheets and trembled. Alana tried to focus on the painting above the bed. It was of a glacial landscape that looked cold, hostile. The woman's cries forced Alana's gaze back to the bed.

"I'm more than ready for you," she purred, stroking Kalen's face.

"You are too delicate," he replied, "I have something here to take my frustration out on." Alana realised with horror that he was talking about her. "Alana, get on your hands and knees on the bed." Alana wanted nothing more than to refuse, to run, but as she met Kalen's glare she realised that it would be a bad idea. On leaden legs, Alana stumbled forward. She caught sight of her face in the mirror and was shocked to see the blue and black streaks that marked the passage of her tears. Alana took up position on the bed feeling extremely vulnerable. The woman next to her had a look of polite interest on her face as Kalen took his place behind Alana. 

"I need to lubricate her, but do not wish to waste my fluids. Please, deposit some saliva in my hand." Alana's stomach clenched in disgust as she heard the woman spit, her face coloured in shame and anger as Kalen's fingers rubbed wetness onto her dry pussy, working it roughly into her. Without warning, he pushed himself violently inside her body. She screamed in pain, begged, pleaded, but it made no difference. Kalen took his pleasure furiously. It was over before it had really started, but had lasted long enough to tear Alana. As Kalen pulled out of her, she felt his come dribbling down her thighs.

"Get out," he spat. Alana somehow stood. The last thing she saw as she left was Kalen taking the sylph-like woman in his arms on the bed. 

It was three days before Alana saw Kalen again. Her body had been swollen and sore the next morning, and it had taken her until evening to climb from the bed. When Kalen wasn't to be found, Alana had decided to explore their rooms. In truth, she was pleased that Kalen hadn't been there as she felt a little afraid of what he might do next, but after three days she was desperate to see him. She imagined that he had spent his time with the woman he had pleasured before Alana. 

The rooms that she occupied with Kalen were lovely. Alana imagined that this would have been perfectly romantic under other circumstances. There was a room that Alana loved particularly. It had comfortable cushions, soothing music and, most importantly, one whole wall was glass. As they travelled, Alana could see stars and planets blurring past. She had spent most of her time in there since she had discovered it, it helped to stop her mind replaying the brutal way Kalen had taken her, the way he had enjoyed the other women. She couldn't decide which one tore her up the most.

Without Kalen, and not understanding the workings of the ship, Alana was left to fend for herself food wise. The apartment had a kitchen, but Alana had no idea how to work it. She had lived off fruit that had been in a beautiful glass bowl on the side. By the third day it had gone. Alana had gone to bed in the hopes that she could sleep through the hunger. It was there that Kalen found her.

The first that Alana knew of Kalen's return was when her hands were being tugged above her head, and tied securely to the frame. 

"What are you doing?" There was panic in Alana's voice that she couldn't hide. She half believed that Kalen would kill her. He grabbed an ankle and tugged it, forcing her body flat and straight on the bed. A whimper escaped Alana's throat as she thought about the last time she had been treated this way. Suddenly, she felt as if she were back in the woods fighting for her life. With one ankle bound, Alana could only scream and try to kick. Kalen caught her ankle easily though, and soon that was tied, too.  




Slavery Ch. 09



Alana stopped screaming as she realised that her legs were spread uncomfortably wide. She opened her mouth to speak. Before she had the chance, Kalen pushed something cold and slimly over her lips. When she tried to speak, no sound emerged. One of Alana's greatest fears was to be gagged when she couldn't breathe through her nose. She had always imagined what it would be like to suffocate. Whatever the substance was allowed her to breathe through it. The last stage was a blind fold. As Alana's world went black she really started to panic. 

"You are my property. I am going to fuck you like it," Kalen said. Alana tugged as hard as she could at her restraints, but they didn't budge. She could hear Kalen moving around the room. Every step he took made her tremble. When the first touch came, she jumped and screamed into her gag. 

Alana felt Kalen's roughened fingers slip lightly across her collar bone. The touch stilled her, then made her twitch as it tickled. A little firmer, Kalen's fingers trailed downwards. They ran between Alana's brests, the stroked the skin underneath them. Alana was still tense, but the gentleness of Kalen's touch allowed her to relax a little. His fingers carried on exploring the skin around her breasts until Alana ached for Kalen to touch them. Her nipples were puckered, so stiff they were tender. She could feel wetness gathering at the entrance to her pussy as her arousal rose. When Kalen's hands left her body, Alana 's chest strained towards them.

A clink of metal caught Alana's ears, and when something cool and hard was set down upon her stomach she tried to jerk away. Kalen pinched a nipple which sent electric shockwaves through Alana which headed straight for her groin. Something cold clamped around one nipple, then the other. Alana stilled at the unfamiliar sensation. It wasn't unpleasant, not really, not at first. Slowly, the metal on Alana's nipples started to pinch. The pinching developed from pleasure to pain. Alana started to struggle. She whimpered soundlessly into her gag, trying in vain to pull her body away. Sweat broke out along her forehead as the pain increased. The tightening stopped, the pain eased to a strong ache, but still Alana felt distressed; she didn't know what was coming next, or why Kalen was doing this to her. 

A wet flicker across one of Alana's pinched clamped nipples startled her. A groan escaped into her gag as she waited for more pain. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. Kalen's tongue lathed one nipple, then the other. It felt amazing. Alana's noises of pain changed to pleasure. She tried to lower her hands, to grip Kalen's head, until she realised that she was still restrained. She growled in frustration, but of course the sound couldn't be heard. 

When Kalen's mouth left Alana's tender nipples she once again tried to arch towards him. Without his soothing tongue, Alana's nipples started to feel increasingly painful. She wriggled in discomfort, wishing she could communicate her growing pain. 

"Ssshhh," Kalen muttered. Hot, moist breath caressed Alana's cheek. She hadn't realised Kalen was so close. Alana renewed her struggles. Kalen's fingers gently traced Alana's jawline as she wreathed in pain. Her muscles clenched as she tried to sit up. Tears streaked Alana's cheeks, she was breathless, and desperate to remove whatever was on her nipples.

Whether Kalen had decided that she had been punished enough, or if he just took pity on her, Alana didn't know. He removed the clamps, and she heard them clatter to the floor. His huge hands massaged her breasts until her struggling stopped and Alana started to calm. When Kalen's hand skimmed her hip she jerked away, afraid that he would hurt her again. Instead, his touch was light. He ran his fingertips along the bone, traced the top of her pubis before settling on the opposite hip.

When the whip lashed Alana it was the last thing that she had been expecting. Without being able to see her mind conjured up images of evil looking instruments, though the stroke had barely stung. Kalen's hand went back to stroking Alana. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins making her nervy. Alana felt shaky and on edge, not knowing when the next blow would fall, or even if one would come at all. 

Kalen's fingers started to trace the crease between Alana's thigh and groin. Her pussy longed to feel Kalen's fingers there despite the way he was treating her, or perhaps because of it. She started to shift her hips to entice Kalen closer, but as she did so she heard a swish. The blow from the whip caught Alana right on the hip bone and, though she had known it was coming, the sting made her gasp. The contrast of fingers softly moving over her thigh made her shiver. When a finger swept over her pussy lips, Alana cried out thrusting herself towards them. Once again she heard the crack of the whip moments before it stripped her skin. This time Kalen landed a stinging blow on the bare flesh covering her pubic bone. The sting was almost too much. Three more strokes quickly followed: one on the inside of each thigh, and another across the underside of Alana's breasts. 

Something moist and stiff prodded its way into Alana's slippery opening making her squirm with delight. As she wriggled, the tongue was removed. When the whip came down it caught Alana's swollen clit sending agony rippling through her. Her whole body convulsed and tried to curl into a ball. Her breathing became ragged as she tried to work her way through the pain, and tears once again streaked her cheeks. Alana whimpered into her gag, wanting nothing more than to be freed from this torture. 

"Ssshh," came Kalen's whisper. His breath was hot on her ear. His hand stroked Alana's damp brow. "I didn't realise you were that sensitive," he continued, "I won't do that again." With the whispered reassurance, Alana tried to calm herself down. He wasn't going to untie her, but he didn't want to hurt her either. She started to consider the occasions he had used the whip. It had always been after she had moved, after she had tried to encourage him. Alana decided that she would stay still to see if that had an effect. 

Her resolve not to move was quickly put to the test as Kalen's tongue lapped at the lips of her pussy. He took long, slow, excruciating strokes as her deftly avoided her clit. He circled his tongue around her entrance, yet refused to enter. Alana clenched her fists in frustration, yet kept statue still. After what seemed like an age of teasing, she was finally rewarded for her patience. 

Kalen's tongue circled Alana's clit before he touched it directly, pushing her a little further. When the warmth finally caressed Alana where she wanted it to, she had to force herself not to shiver. This would be the most difficult part. Alana cried out into her gag when Kalen locked his lips around her clit, starting to suck gently. As he increased the pressure, she tried hard not to buck her hips. 

When two thick fingers worked their way into Alana, she stopped caring about punishment. Her hips rose to meet Kalen's hand. Alana's body stung as Kalen slipped a third finger inside Alana; she was still sore from the last time he was with her. As she tensed, Kalen stopped moving. It wasn't until Alana pressed against his hand that he continued to thrust his fingers into her as he suckled on her clit. 

When Alana started to squeeze Kalen's fingers, he knew she was close and picked up speed. Alana gasped. She wished that she wasn't restrained so that she could pull his hair the way she liked to. Instead, she clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as his mouth moved upon her. Her stomach tensed as the muscles in her pussy quivered whilst she came. 

Alana felt Kalen's body resting upon hers. With her legs widely spread, she could offer no resistance as her thrust into her. He wasn't rough, quite the opposite. He took his time, moving gently inside Alana until she felt as though she would burst. Her body craved him, longed for him to be slamming into her, hitting her cervix and causing her a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. As Kalen thrust, he removed Alana's blindfold. 

"I want to look into your eyes whilst I fuck you," he panted. "If you look away, or close your eyes, I will punish you. Do you believe me?" Alana nodded, her heart in her throat. The slow pace was killing her sensitive flesh, and now she had to stare into Kalen's crimson eyes. It was too intense for her. Kalen's hands cupped her face, making her feel closed in. Alana whimpered into her gag. She didn't know if she was enjoying this anymore or not. Her body was still filled with adrenaline, and she was waiting for the next surprise. 

"I'm going to come now," Kalen murmured. He kept eye contact as he did. 

When Kalen untied Alana, she found her body was stiff all over. He took the gag from her mouth, but she still didn't speak. Her body was shaking from the stress of the event. Alana curled herself up into a foetal position on the bed, and closed her eyes tightly. She felt fragile, vulnerable. When Kalen lifted her onto his lap she made no protest. 

"Have I ever treated you like I own you before?" Kalen sounded serious. Alana thought about it, really thought, then shook her head.

"No," she croaked. 

"I could have done though. The last few days, I could have treated you like that from the beginning." Kalen worked his fingers through Alana's tangled hair. His lips brushed her tear stained cheek as she clung to him. She felt physically and mentally drained. Her emotions were all over the place. 

"On Earth, we have something called Stockholm syndrome," Alana croaked. Kalen listened without interrupting as Alana explained.

"You think that is why you have feelings for me?" He sounded hurt. That had not been Alana's intention.

"I don't know. How can I know how I really feel for you when I am dependant on you?" Alana's voice was small, and reflected how she was feeling. She reached out and cupped Kalen's cheek. 

"I think I understand, Alana. My marriage was arranged." He said no more on the topic, but for now that was enough. Alana wasn't sure how things would develop, or if he had forgiven her for her betrayal, but she wasn't sure what else she could do. Kalen shifted her from his knee.

"Get dressed," he said as he stood. Alana nodded. She didn't think it was a command as such. Kalen left the room, leaving Alana to pick an outfit. She had looked through her wardrobe before and found everything in a variety of bright colours. Alana picked a knee length green dress that had a white, satin ribbon around the waist. She tied her hair back, put some light make-up on, then sat and waited. 

A knock sounded at her door. Alana opened it to find Kalen dressed in black and red beaded tunic, with baggy red trousers underneath. As strange as the outfit was, Alana thought he looked rather handsome. When he presented her with a bunch of flowers, she actually giggled.

"I have been researching Earth. I believe that I have come to ask you on a date." Kalen's voice was a little stiff, and he tripped over the unfamiliar word of date, but he sent Alana's heart fluttering. She nodded, giving her consent as she looped her arm in his. He lay the flowers down on her dressing table, then escorted her out of the apartment.



Slavery Ch. 10



Once again, I appreciate all of the comments, and thanks to those of you who voted! As always, constructive criticism will be taken on board. The next installment should be out for the weekend. However, I am a little bit rubbish at working out how long it takes for the stories to be checked, so appologies if it is later.

Alice

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Kalen took Alana to the most beautiful garden she had ever seen. Lush grass was interspersed with flower beds, trees grew sporadically, and a waterfall crashed noisily into a pool. The simulated sun was green, so she knew that wherever the garden was based on, it wasn't from her solar system. It had been the first time that Alana had considered that a different coloured sun meant a different solar system, something that made her feel like a bit of a moron. She really needed to start paying attention. 

Sat by a waterfall, Kalen had asked Alana all about her life at home. He had asked about her job, her family, her hobbies. This is how it should have been from the beginning, Alana thought. Once he had run out of questions, Alana started to feel nervous. She knew that this was her chance to ask about where they were going, but she wasn't sure it was a good idea. 

"You asked me once why I killed my father." Alana nodded, not wanting to interrupt. "Do you still wish to know?"

"Kalen, it isn't important." He smiled graciously at Alana's reply. 

"Arranged marriage used to be law where I come from. That changed when the women could no longer reproduce. Couples married for love. When the disease of the women was cured, some families reverted to arranged marriage. My family was one of them." Kalen paused and took Alana's hand in his own. It was the first time that he had made physical contact with her, something which she found sweet. 

"My own marriage," Kalen continued, "was not pleasant. As I have already told you, my wife despised me. I tried to woo her, but it was not to be. I had enjoyed many women before her, many of whom I would have taken as a bride, yet I was forced by my father to endure a loveless marriage. I hated him for that."

"It sounds awful," Alana replied, though she didn't think it was worse than the situation that she had found herself in. 

"If only that was the end of it. My sister was sickly as a child. As a result she was small, weak, but so beautiful. I helped to look after her for years when in reality she should have died. My people do not care for the sick, or injured. Still, she grew to an age when she could be married, and was in good health. My father chose her husband, a man who was known for taking drugs and losing his temper. I pleaded with my father to choose again, but he would not listen."

"The first time that my sister visited after the wedding, she was battered. I had never seen her looking so meek. Even throughout her illnesses, she had always been a fighter. Again, I begged my father to do something, to take her back into the family home, but he refused. In his eyes he had finally rid himself of a burden. I didn't see her again after that. Her husband beat her to death. In my rage, I killed my father, and was banished for ten years as punishment."

"Kalen," Alana muttered. She leant forward to kiss his cheek, but he gently pushed her away. 

"Now, now, this is our first date. I think a kiss at this point would be too forward." He chuckled to himself as he pulled Alana to her feet. "Come," he said as he held Alana's hand, "it is time to eat." 

Alana's stomach growled noisily causing Kalen to chuckle. She blushed. She had forgotten how hungry she was. Under a low tree, one that offered shade from the artificial sun, Kalen had set out a picnic. It was perfect: there was a wicker hamper; a red and white checked cloth was spread across the grass; there were paper plates with sandwiches and cakes; bowls of salad pinned down the corners of the cloth to stop it blowing in the breeze; a bottle of Champaign fizzed in the middle.

"Your research was certainly thorough," Alana said, more to herself than anything. 

"I know that you miss your home, and this ship provides conveniences from many worlds."

"Kalen, how long until we reach your home?" Alana had been desperate to ask this question since the beginning. 

"Twenty seven more nights. We have a lot of stops to make, or it would be much faster. I thought that you would enjoy the luxury that the ship offers. My home planet is very cold, and does not enjoy the technology that can be found on board." Kalen poured the champagne as Alana sat beside him. The flute that he offered her was plastic, in true picnic style. 

"What will they think of me on your world?" This had been worrying Alana since she had found out that they were going. She longed to meet a female friend who she could have fun with, and confide in. 

"They will mostly ignore you." The statement shocked Alana. She smiled as she took a sandwich that Kalen offered her. She wasn't smiling inside, though.

"What do women do?" 

"They are warriors mostly. We have slaves to clean and cook for us. They stop fighting to birth our babies, but other than that they join the men. My world is a violent place. Families are always at war, it is how we earn our money." Alana's heart sank at Kalen's reply. Perhaps she could make friends with another slave. The world she was going to sounded worse than the one she had left. She had to be thankful for the respite on board the ship, she told herself. Alana doubted that she would find this much peace again in her life.

After lunch, Alana was surprised at Kalen's next choice of destination. Donning a fur coat, Alana had been puzzled as she entered a room near the garden. What she saw dazzled her. The room was a winter wonderland. Shimmering ice coated the floor, and looked as if a lake had frozen. A huge sculpted castle stood in the middle with fur covered seats, and ice cold beverages. The sky was black with twinkling stars, and a dusky pink moon. The walls looked as if they were cliffs, and on the far shore polar bears roamed. They didn't have the yellow tinted fur that you saw on television though, but pristine white coats. Looking at her jacket, Alana wondered if that was where her fur had come from. She pushed the thought away.

"This is something I enjoy on my world," Kalen informed Alana as he helped her to strap her feet into metal skates. The clamped around her foot in a way that felt solid and secure, yet somehow still maintained comfort and flexibility. Alana was sure that she would find no blisters at the end of their skating. 

As they skated, Alana saw a more playful side to Kalen. She had been witness to his more playful side in the pool at the campsite, but here he took it to a whole new level. After racing, then spinning each other around and dancing like idiots, Kalen had disappeared briefly into the ice fortress. He had returned with two sticks and a ball. Alana was soon given the rules for a game much like ice hockey, although it proved to be far less rough with just the two of them. 

Eventually, Kalen noticed how tired Alana was getting and decided to rest on one of the fur covered benches. Handing Alana a glass made of ice, he studied her as she drank. Alana was surprised to find the drink inside bitter, but not unpleasant. Kalen laughed at her face. She knew it was screwed up in a sucking lemons kind of way. 

"This is a much loved drink from home." He was grinning like a child. Alana realised that he must have missed his home as much as she missed hers.

"Why did T'arik hate you so much?" Alana could have cursed herself after she spoke. The grin vanished from Kalen's face, and he looked at her with a blank expression. 

"My uncle took his mother as a slave. He was young, still a baby. She died birthing my cousin." Alana could understand the hatred. She had lost her parents as an adult, and that had been awful. To lose your mother as a child must be devastating. Alana knew that many people on the world they had left hated Kalen, and his race. Some had come to see past his origin, but so many had lost loved ones. 

"I won't write to him." Again, Alana had spoken without thinking, but this time she knew it was the right thing to say. A smile spread slowly across Kalen's face as he took her hand.

"A little more skating, then a meal?" Alana nodded furiously. She would have agreed to anything to avoid any more serious conversation. 

By the end of the date, Alana was exhausted. She must tell Kalen that dates didn't have to last all day. He had walked her to her bedroom door and pecked her lightly on the cheek, before retiring to his own room. Alana was grinning like a teenager until she saw the remnants of the morning's sex session. She quickly picked everything up and left it outside her door. The memory made her shudder. 

The next morning, Alana awoke to a knock on her door. When she answered, Kalen presented her with a tray of pancakes, fruit, yoghurt, sausages and bacon, toast, orange, tea. It was enough to feed a family of four at least. She couldn't help but laugh at his exuberance. 

"I brought you breakfast in bed," he grinned. Alana didn't mention that she'd had to leave bed to get the breakfast.

"Are you joining me?" She asked. She really hoped so as she would never eat everything.

"If you would like me to," Kalen said looking puzzled. Alana returned to bed, Kalen following her and perching uncomfortably on the end. 

"What's wrong?" Alana asked as Kalen continued to look distressed. He was fiddling with the bed sheets and staring at breakfast as if he didn't know what to do with it. 

"This isn't going right." Alana laughed at the look of consternation on Kalen's face. 

"Why? How is this supposed to go?" Kalen shook his head in answer to the question. It was only when Alana held out a slice of toast that Kalen started to relax. He sat cross legged opposite Alana, and spoke quietly to her as they ate. The food was good, but it wasn't really food from Earth. It looked like it, and tasted similar, but it was not quite right. Still, Alana was more than grateful for the effort. 

"Alana, there is something that I would like to try with you that I have never done before." Kalen said seriously. Alana froze with a piece of bacon halfway to her mouth. She felt fear start to rise inside her, but quickly tried to quell it. "It is something that I find quite exciting," he continued, much to Alana's discomfort. "I want it to be a surprise." 

Once breakfast was finished, Alana quickly dressed. Her dress today was a purple colour that matched her bruised breasts. Looking at the marks on her body made her feel uneasy. Although she had been scared yesterday, Kalen hadn't really wanted to hurt her. He had shown her, though, how easily he could if he felt the desire to do so. 

Arriving at their destination, Alana was shocked at what she saw. There was a cinema, an actual cinema complete with popcorn, ice cream, and pick and mix. She turned to Kalen excitedly, and saw the glow of pleasure on his face. He looked childlike in his excitement. 

"What are we watching?" Alana couldn't hide her own excitement. 

"There are six different films. I thought we could watch them all," he replied. Alana was surprised, but pleased. She once again reminded herself to tell Kalen that dates didn't have to last all day; if she didn't they would quickly run out of things to do. As they walked through the entrance, Alana caught a whiff of hotdogs. Well, she guessed she knew what lunch would be. The cinema was old fashioned, decorated in reds and gold. Velvet covered sofas filled the screen. There were other people that joined them, but not so many that it felt crowded. Once sat, Kalen allowed Alana to curl up next to him, cuddling into his side. Once again, though, he refused a thank you kiss. Alana liked that he was being a gentleman, but she was frustrated as well. After the time spent with T'arik, and previously with Kalen, she had become accustomed to frequent touching. She felt very lonely without it. 

Days passed in a blur. Kalen took Alana to do wonderful things. She shot lasers, swam with strange sea creatures and even took a day trip to a strange planet where they stopped to refuel. Alana had seen no other life forms that day, but Kalen had assured her they were there. The one thing that they went back to time and again was the flight simulator. Alana found that she had quite a talent for controlling the little shuttles that were used on Kalen's world. 

As well as the never ending string of dates, Kalen also taught Alana how to use the appliances in the kitchen. She was becoming less and less dependent on him as she learnt how to use the alien technology. She had shared with him her stories of hunting and preparing food over an open fire, something he seemed impressed with. His touches remained chaste; a cuddle here and there, or some hand holding. The only time he kissed Alana was to say goodnight. Things had definitely changed between them. Alana had more respect for Kalen, and he appreciated her need for independence. Alana's feelings were still confused, but she had decided that maybe she did feel romantically towards him after all. 

Three days before they were due to leave the ship, Kalen came into Alana's room looking guilty.

"What happens today will be for your own good, but I doubt that you will like any of it." Kalen sounded solemn. Alana felt as if the last few weeks of hard work had disappeared. If he was having her do things that were 'for her own good', it showed that he still considered himself in charge of her. She was about to protest, but the look on Kalen's face stopped her. He looked ready for her resistance, and that made Alana consider her behaviour. 

She could go along with whatever he had planned. If he said she wouldn't like it then he was probably correct. Time and again he had demonstrated good intentions, and he obviously expected a fight. It would be a positive step if she could do as he asked. Also, she could also refuse. He would end up dragging her to where ever he wanted to go. It would be upsetting for them both, but she would emphasise that she was her own person. 

"What should I wear?" Alana kept her voice quiet, soft. She wouldn't fight and although she felt annoyed, she wasn't as angry as she had expected to be. She had made so many foolish decisions, perhaps she was finally learning. 

Alana's resolve to behave lasted all the way to the first activity. 

"You are not going to brand me like an animal!" She screamed. Kalen had the decency to look ashamed. 

"Alana, it will protect you. All slaves on my planet have a brand." His grip on her wrists tightened as she tried to hit him. She had tried to run from the room as soon as she realised what was happening. "Alana, I will hold you down while this is done if I have to." 

"You do it. If you want me branded, then you brand me." Alana hissed. Kalen looked taken aback. The man in charge of branding looked bemused. He had an iron ready in the fire with a crest on it. Alana hadn't had the chance to study it, but she definitely didn't want it on her ass. 

"You want me to brand you?" 

"I don't want anyone to brand me, but if you insist on it happening then you should be the one to blame for the pain." 

"Fine," Kalen spat. In a quick motion he had Alana bent over a bench. Her dress was lifted in a most undignified manor, and a blinding, searing pain erupted on her right buttock. She screamed in agony as the brand was removed and something cool was placed over the burn. Alana's nails had dug painfully into the wood beneath her, scoring deep, bloody marks into it. Alana slapped her hand on the table trying to detract from the pain. She spun angrily on the spot, but the sight of Kalen stopped her. He was holding the white hot brand out to her.

"Brand me," he demanded. Alana hesitated. The pain in her backside had dulled a little, and she was reluctant to take the offending weapon. "Come on, Alana. Do it to me." How could she? Did she blame him for the pain? Yes. Did she hate him, or even dislike him for it? Strangely, no. The metal was pressed into Alana's hand. She gripped it for a moment and then dropped it to the floor.

Kalen quickly wrapped Alana in his arms. One hand snaked up her thigh and under her dress. A cooling lotion was rubbed gently into the burn as she winced and hissed. Over the smell of the workshop, Alana could smell the familiar fragrance of the seemingly magic pink cream. Now that she knew it was expensive she appreciated it more. 

"This will really protect me?" Alana's voice was unsteady. Kalen nodded. He looked exhausted and the day had only just begun. Alana was feeling stressed about the new planet she would be going to, but it hadn't occurred to her that Kalen might also be worried. 

"What next?" Kalen pulled Alana into his arms, kissing her gently on the head. It was the first time he had kissed her in public since they arrived. Alana looked questioningly up at him, but his face gave nothing away.

"Next, you will learn my language." Alana nodded. That didn't sound so bad although Kalen said it as though it were a death sentence. 

The room they visited the next man in was all white. There was a bunk, but that was all. It looked like a pristine prison cell, only its occupant looked entirely happy to be there. The room was with other apartments, so Alana could only imagine that the man had asked to have his room like this. However, describing the being as a man was a stretch for Alana as he looked more like an insect. His skin was a shiny brown, his eyes big and bug like, and antennae popped up from his head. As he looked at Alana he chuckled, and one of his six arms stretched out to beckon her. Kalen had warned Alana that she would be expected to comply; he had spent a lot of money to secure his services, and the man's race was incredibly well respected, so much so that any harm done to him would result in the death penalty. 

"He is a very powerful psychic, Alana. He is going to transfer the knowledge of my language from me to you," Kalen explained. Alana felt herself grow pale. She wondered what the man was chuckling at.

"The comparison you make amuses me," he rattled. "Call me Garb, everyone else does." Once again Garb beckoned Alana, and this time she obeyed. As she stepped closer to him, she felt as though she were wading through water.

"That is your own reluctance to have me in your head, girl. It's nothing I'm doing." Alana stared at the white floor as she reached out to touch Garb's hand. Her mind instantaneously went blank. She felt as if ants were crawling through her head and battled to escape them, although she knew not how. Something else started pressing at her, then. It felt familiar somehow, and she mentally turned towards it. 

The blankness in Alana's mind was suddenly filled with warmth. She realised that Kalen was sharing the blankness with her, and that they were both covered in the ants. The little creatures felt as if they were bringing things, but also taking things away. Little movies started to play inside Alana's head: she saw her parents funeral, and was crippled by grief and despair; her days with T'arik were replayed, offering her a sense of contentment; being teased and whipped by Kalen was next; and her fear rose within her; Kalen telling her he loved her whilst inside her was the next memory to be showcased, accompanied by confusion and a timid sense of love.

When the next string of memories hit, Alana tried to recoil. They were not hers. Still, she could not escape them: Kalen was shown as a child nursing a girl younger than him, and Alana felt his love for her; Kalen was eating a heart after battle, and Alana felt pride; Kalen was then biting down into her own flesh, and with it a sense of completion and adoration, a sense of acceptance; finally, his sister, bloody and broken, then his father telling him his sister was dead. The anger and loss was so overwhelming that Alana couldn't bear the thought that Kalen had suffered like that. She pushed with all her might to rid them of the show, and when that didn't work she screamed in frustration. The images before her shattered, and Garb was before her once more. He had released Alana's hand, and was cradling his head murmuring. Kalen was stood next to her looking ashen. 




Slavery Ch. 10



"Alana, what did you do?" His said aghast. His tone was urgent. 

"I didn't want you to go through the pain again," she whispered. With the knowledge that they had shared memories, Alana knew Kalen had experienced her feelings for T'arik just as well as she had experienced his feelings about his sister. 

Garb let go of his head, his eyes narrowed in anger. He took a step towards Alana. She stood her ground, not really understanding how she had hurt him. He lashed out quicker than Alana expected and caught her arm in a vice like grip. Her whole head exploded in pain. Once again she screamed, not only vocally, but also inside her head. Garb staggered backwards again. 

Kalen was quick to step between Alana and Garb. He was weary, and didn't look like he wanted to strike first. He didn't get the chance. Garb sprung at him. The moment he made contact with Kalen, Kalen collapsed. His body started to jerk violently on the floor. A high, keening noise was coming from his mouth, and it was clear that he was experiencing some serious pain. 

Without thinking, Alana reached for the knife he wore at his belt. A quick slashing movement severed the limb that was touching Kalen. Garb fell backwards, a dark goo seeping from his wound. Alana knelt in front of Kalen in a defensive position. She kicked backwards into him frantically knowing that her only hope for survival was his quick recovery.

"Wake up," she muttered, as a groan came from his limp form. "Please, wake up." Garb was rallying. He had turned on Alana once more. Adrenaline flooded her system. He cackled at her, his eyes going completely black. His jaw started to bulge and change shape, and Alana had a horrible feeling that he was growing mandables. Thinking that perhaps this was her last chance, Alana lunged forward. The knife plunged into Garb's abdomen. The crunching noise as it broke through his strangely hard flesh sickened Alana. She let go of the handle, leaving the knife planted deeply in the wound. Garb looked at her in disbeliefe.

"Alana, we need to go, now," Kalen said as he grabbed her. She hadn't heard him rise Her arm was nearly yanked from the socket as he started to stagger from the room, dragging her to get her to keep up. Despite an obvious drain in his strength, they flew into a lift, and Kalen hit a button for the shuttle bay.

"Kalen, why can I read those buttons?" Alana asked, confused. She wanted to take her mind of what had just happened, and was grasping at anything. 

"He gave you my language," Kalen snapped. The moment the lift doors opened, he started to drag Alana again. They ran through shuttles that were parked, until they reached one with a crest on the front. Kalen pressed buttons on a keypad, and the door whooshed open. He shoved Alana inside, the door hissing shut behind them. Kalen pushed Alana into a chair.

"Don't move." 

"What's happening?" Alana whispered. She felt shaky and confused. 

"We have to leave, now. Just shut up, Alana." Alana did as she was told. A window materialised before her as Kalen pressed symbols on a screen. His whole body was tense and he was coated in a sheen of sweat. Whatever Garb had done to him, he was still experiencing the after effects. Alana saw that the shuttles were all similar in design. They were shaped like an egg, with the pointy part at the front, although they seemed less rounded. The colour was dull silver, and they all appeared to have no windows or doors. Alana tried to focus on the details in the hope that she could stop thinking.

Straps appeared from nowhere, securing Alana to the chair. She was about to panic when she saw Kalen's chair had done the same. The whole shuttle started to vibrate. It moved forward to the middle of the shuttle bay, then turned. An opening appeared before them. The stars looked amazing, bright little points in the darkness. Alana didn't realise they had moved until they were suddenly amongst them. It was a very un-dramatic take off. 

"There are bunks at the back, Alana. Lay down and I will talk to you later." Kalen's words were clipped as he spoke. The bonds around Alana released her, allowing her to stand. She hovered for a moment behind Kalen, and then followed his orders. For once, she was thankful for her size. When she saw the bunks she realised that Kalen was going to be very uncomfortable in his. 

Alana woke to a warm wetness covering her arm. She struggled away, looking at Kalen with bemusement as he sponged her down. 

"Blood," he said as an explanation. Alana thought back to what had happened. She wondered if Garb was dead. She hoped so, foul little creature. "You risked death for me, Alana." 

"I don't understand what happened," she whispered. 

"No, nor do I." Kalen sounded exhausted. He was pale with dark smudges beneath his eyes. "If you hadn't hurt him, we wouldn't have had fight him, to leave."

"I thought he would kill you," Alana said, shocked. Was he chastising her for trying to protect them both?

"When he was in our heads, Alana, I don't know why you fought him." Kalen didn't sound angry, but he certainly was displeased. She had messed up again, she realised.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't face him putting you through the pain of your sister's death. I wanted to help you, and was frustrated that I couldn't. I didn't know what it would do, I swear. Kalen, I'm sorry." Alana was distraught. She had tried to help, and was left feeling inadequate, uncontrolled. 

"Regardless, you risked your life for mine, and for that I thank you." Kalen didn't sound thankful, however, and Alana wondered how much damage she had caused. Kalen stood, taking the bowl and sponge with him. His disappeared into a compartment at the back of the shuttle. 

When Kalen returned, he brought two bowls of hot stew with him. The sat and ate in silence. Alana was unsure of what she should do. Kalen took the bowls away and then quickly undressed, slipping into the bunk opposite Alana's. She couldn't bare the silence. 

Slipping out of bed, Alana stood in front of Kalen. He looked up at her, puzzlement clear on his face. She pulled her dress up over her head leaving her bare before him. His face went blank. 

"Alana..."He trailed off.

"Kalen, I've missed you." Alana felt nervous, and Kalen's less than warm reception surprised her. Wasn't this why he had been dating her?

"Alana, have you thought about what you are doing?" Kalen's voice was stern. It made Alana squirm. She almost turned and went back to bed. He continued, "You slept with someone else whilst you were my slave. I have made an effort to make you more than that, and if you willingly join me in my bed then I will assume that we are entering into a mutual relationship."

"Like your girlfriend?" Alana asked. She was unsure where the conversation was going.

"Yes. We can have a platonic relationship, Alana. I am giving you that choice. Know that, if you join me now, you are mine. You will have made the choice. If you betray me, I will kill you." Alana's stomach was in knots. She understood that he was offering her a choice, and that it was a serious one. Alana knew that she had worried over the question for too long when Kalen rolled over in his bunk, turning his back to her. The empty feeling that settled over Alana as she looked at Kalen made her decision for her. She slipped into bed behind him. 

When Kalen turned, he looked surprised. He took Alana's face gently in his hands and brought his lips to hers. The tender kiss, the first in such a long time, made Alana quiver. Her body melted against Kalen's. 

"Thank you, for fighting for me. You were very brave. You could have left me to die," he murmered between kisses.

"Never," Alana whispered in return. "I don't want to lose you." Alana ran her hands over Kalen's arms, enjoying the feeling of thick muscle under her hands. Kalen held her naked body close, his hands straying down her back to cup her buttocks. Alana winced a little as his hand brushed her brand. Kalen rolled Alana beneath him. His hand traced her side before gently cupping her breast. He pinched her nipple causing her to arch her back into him. His knees parted Alana's, spreading her open beneath him. Alana wriggled, positioning herself so that he could enter her. She was unbelievably hot and wet. Waiting to have him touch her like this made her realise just how much she wanted him in her life. Slowly, Kalen eased his way into her.

"Bite me," Alana whispered as she pushed Kalen's hand down onto her ass. She felt his fingers trace the brand once more as she continued. "This isn't enough. I want everyone to know that I am yours." Looking into her eyes, Kalen slid his body in and out of Alana. Carefully, he lowered his mouth to the base of throat and bit.



Slavery Ch. 11



Once again, thanks for all of the comments and ratings. I start back at work on the 3rd, so my postings may take a little longer. I am aiming at every weekend, but will see how things go work load wise. Thanks for your continued support, Alice. 




"Here, Alana. Take over," Kalen said as his hands gripped the sides of his chair. Wind buffeted the shuttle, and snow had reduced them to zero visibility. Every now and then another shuttle would zoom out of the thick grey clouds that hung all around them.

"Are you kidding?" Alana asked in disbelief. Apparently he wasn't. Kalen gestured towards the panel in front of them. Something was blinking angrily up at Alana. 

"You can do it," Kalen encouraged, "it's exactly like the simulators." Taking a deep breath, Alana started to tap the controls. After the first few presses she had relaxed and knew that Kalen was right. Adrenaline and excitement raced through her as she started to guide the shuttle through the storm and in the direction of Kalen's home. He had given her the co-ordinates, and she was finding it surprisingly easy to navigate towards them. 

The shuttle started to shake violently, almost throwing Alana from her feet; although Kalen could pilot from his chair, Alana was too short. As the shuttle settled again they flew out of the cloud, and for the first time Alana was able to see the planet she would be landing on. 

The sky was a light grey colour lined with dark, heavy clouds. The ground seemed rocky, though the majority of it was covered by snow. The small settlements of buildings were all the same grey stone that Alana saw beneath her. Above her, the sun was the same dusky pink that she had seen at the ice rink on board the ship. 

"You see why no one is confined to grey on this planet." Alana nodded in agreement with Kalen's statement. She certainly did see why. Anyone who disappeared into the landscape wearing grey could disappear far too easily. 

As the shuttle neared its destination the weather once again turned poor. Kalen took over the controls and gave Alana a chance to dress appropriately. Alana had discovered that there were a range of suitable clothes in the storage compartment beneath her bunk. She chose a full length blue dress to wear. It was made of a material similar to wool and was lined with fur. Along with that she pulled on some thick leggings, fur boots, and a stunning, fur lined purple cloak. After pinning her hair up, Alana felt as well presented as she could be. She was back in time to take over the controls so that Kalen could change, also.

When Kalen returned, Alana was suitably impressed. He looked like a barbarian warlord. His clothes had noticeably less fur than hers, though the entirety of his cloak seemed to be made of it. His dreadlocks were loose, and had been decorated with items that looked like teeth. When he grabbed Alana, pulling her close, she couldn't help but kiss him. 

As Alana landed the shuttle, reality started to set in. She didn't really know what to expect in way of a greeting, and she wondered if they would have to fight. Kalen had attached his curved sword to his belt, surely a bad sign. The last thing that Alana had expected was no one to be present upon their arrival. 

Stepping out into the snow, Alana's breath was stolen by the cold. She didn't think she had ever felt temperatures like it in her life. Where she had licked her lips, they stuck together. Snow and an icy wind whipped her exposed face, and it was all she could do to lift her legs in the thigh deep snow. Kalen quickly grabbed her, wrapping her in his arms. Alana pressed her face to his chest to shield it, but by the time she was inside his home, her whole body was shivering violently, her exposed skin a purpley blue. 

From above, Kalen's home had looked like a castle with a few smaller buildings around in. Alana hadn't been able to see the place from outside, but inside Kalen's home looked positively medieval. Kalen stood Alana down on the stone floor, her boots protecting her from the cold. He wrapped an arm around her, but before they could take another step, a booming voice rang out. 

"Husband? It has been ten years already?" The voice sounded annoyed, and not the least feminine. When Alana turned to see who had spoken, she was confronted by the most masculine looking woman she had ever seen. Almost as tall as Kalen, her thick black hair was braided down her back. Her shoulders were broad and her arms clearly muscled. Alana could see her beauty, but it was the fierce beauty of an Amazon. 

"It has been fifteen," Kalen replied. He gently took Alana's hand in his. She was thankful. She was still shaking with the cold and now she was afraid of the huge woman's reaction.

"I see you brought a slave back with you. Tell me, woman, does he bed you?" Her voice was level, and didn't seem unhappy about Alana's presence at all. Alana blushed, and wasn't sure wether to answer or not.

"He does," she stammered when Kalen poked her in the back.

"You have my pity, woman. He is a pathetic excuse for a man of this world, and a pitiful lover. You will find my ear sympathetic if you choose to seek me out. I am Olivine." Her voice boomed around the hall. At the insult, Alana had heard Kalen sigh.

"I'm Alana," she smiled. 

"Wife, you have not changed. For this I am thankful." Alana was momentarily confused by Kalen's comment, but Olivine soon brought clarity to it. 

"You have nothing to fear for your little morsel, unless of course I decide to taste her for myself," Olivine laughed, although Alana wasn't sure she was entirely teasing. "However, husband, you seem to have changed a great deal. Still, I must take my leave. One of us has to be warrior enough to hunt." 

With that, Olivine went outside to tackle the snow. As Alana followed Kalen through the cold castle, the medieval theme continued. Weapons were mounted on walls, huge fire places decorated every room, warn benches and faded cushions were placed to optimise the heat the fires would give out once lit. In Kalen's room was a huge, carved wooden bed made of a solid, dark wood. There were furs on the bed, the floor, and the walls to offer insulation. The whole castle was dark; the windows were narrow to better retain the heat. They clearly hadn't heard of double glazing. Still shivering, Alana climbed straight into bed. 

"Kalen, it's so cold here." Alana said through chattering teeth. He climbed into bed next to her and pulled her close. Quickly, he pulled his clothes off, throwing them out of the bed as he cuddled Alana against his naked warmth. Under the piles of fur Alana started to warm up to. One by one she removed her own clothes. Soon the two were intertwined, Alana trying to stay warm, and Kalen just enjoying having a soft, feminine body willingly in a bed that had only held misery previously. 

"Olivine seems nice," Alana said. Kalen snorted in response, but said nothing on the matter. Alana continued, "Does she like women?" 

"Yes," Kalen replied. "It is an accepted practice here, though the women usually still marry men." Kalen paused for a moment before he continued. "Alana, I want you to be careful with Olivine."

"Why?" She asked curiously snuggling into Kalen's chest. 

"Remember the first night I bedded you? It was a disaster." Alana nodded. She hadn't forgotten the brutal rape. It had been explained that on this planet, the women always fought the men as foreplay. "She would expect you to fight." Alana nodded her understanding. She could be raped by Olivine without her realising what she was doing.

"I'll be careful, I promise." Alana meant every word of it. 

"Come. Now you have warmed up some, we should prepare to meet the rest of family. This is still my mother's house, and she will never forgive me if we don't have things prepared for when they return," Kalen said as he climbed out of bed. He didn't seem excited to be seeing his family after such a long separation. 

"Kalen, why did you stay longer than you had to?" Alana was genuinely curious. Had he committed a crime that had lengthened his sentence?

He smiled back at her, humour in his voice as he spoke, "I'm surprised you have to ask. Which climate would you prefer?" He didn't wait for Alana's answer. Instead, he vanished naked into the hall way beyond. By the time he came back, Alana was shivering again. She was still piled under the furs, but without Kalen's body heat the cold was just too much. An unmistakeable look of concern passed of his face, but was quickly replaced by a smile. 

"Once you are dressed again, we will light a few of the fires. You can take a fur down with you, and sit in front of one. You'll get used to the temperature soon enough." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself. He quickly pulled on a tunic and trousers, then a robe over the top. The clothes didn't look as if they had much warmth to them. Alana pulled on everything she had worn previously, and then wrapped on of the huge furs around herself. It trailed on the floor as she walked, but Kalen didn't seem to mind. 

Soon, Alana was seated upon a huge cushioned bench. Kalen had tugged it as close to the fire as he could without it being a danger. He had lit the fire in seconds, obviously well practiced, and now the wood was crackling cheerfully before her. It was hard to be miserable in such circumstances, and once Kalen snuggled up next to her, she completely forgot about the cold. 

The room also had a dining table in it, which Kalen had laid with thick wooden plates, and goblets made out of a strange, pinkish metal. Again, it seemed huge to Alana. If she sat at one of the chairs she knew her legs wouldn't reach the floor. A huge bang startled Alana out of her thoughts. She turned to Kalen who just smiled. Alana listened as carefully as she could, trying to work out what was happening. It wasn't long before she heard voices.

"You're dripping blood all over the floor! You could have at least brought it in the back way!" The voice was shrill, chastising, and harassed. "You think I don't have enough to do already? Fucking inconsiderate, that's what you are." Alana was desperately curious as the voices came closer. 

"Tell me, please, how long you wish to keep your tongue," came a reply. It was a deep, tired sounding voice, but wasn't without mirth. Alana felt nerves rising in her belly. This must be Kalen's family. 

"It's always the same with you. You just have no imagination. It's the same fucking idle threats every time. At least Olivine has the decency to put some thought into it. You make me feel so unappreciated."

The door to the dining room slammed open, finally allowing Alana to see the pair who were bickering. She couldn't have been more surprised. The man with the high pitched voice looked a little like a weasel. His skin was a mottled yellow colour which, quite frankly, made him look like a corpse. He was taller than Alana, and had shinning black eyes. When he spoke she could see that his teeth were pointy, like Kalen's. The woman that he was chastising was carrying the carcass of a dead animal that was dripping blood onto the stone floor. She was a pace ahead of the old man, and looked like she wanted to hit him. Her jaw was clenched, her face set into a deep frown. That could have been because she had spotted Kalen, though. 

"As well as your moaning, Harold, I have this ungreatful get to feed," she boomed. Alana couldn't help but giggle at the name Harold. He looked like a Harold. Alana wondered if he had a connection to Earth, or if it was a coincidence. Then, she realised all eyes were on her. 

"What are you laughing at, human?" Kalen's mother sounded positively poisonous.

"Harold," Alana squeaked nervously. Her answer earned her a glare from the man in question, but Kalen's mother seemed to appreciate her response. 

"Well, keep it up and you'll fit right in." The big woman stalked through the room and out of a door towards the back of the hall. Harold scuttled to keep up, muttering under his breath the whole time. Behind Alana, Kalen let out a breath that she hadn't realised he had been holding. He pulled her tightly against his chest.

"That went well," he said quietly into her ear.

"Kalen, your family are brilliant." This earned her a peck on the cheek. 

"Tell me why you laughed, please."

"Harold. It's a name on Earth. Lots of old men seem to have it, but I've never met a young one with the name. It suits him perfectly," Alana explained. 

"Are you warm enough?" 

"Yes."

"Good," Kalen replied, although there was concern in his voice. "I worry about your tolerance for the cold. Today is reasonably mild." Alana shuddered against Kalen, just the thought of the temperature chilling her to the bone. A draught was blowing through the open door, so Alana decided to get up and shut it. Kalen watched in amusement as she struggled with the heavy wood, unable to move it even an inch. She had her back to the doorway as she started to curse him, her breath forming little clouds, and her hands clutching the fur to herself. Away from the fire it was freezing. 

"You could come and help me, not just sit and laugh!" She cried in exasperation. 

"My good for nothing brother wouldn't dream of such a thing," came a voice from behind her. Before Alana had a chance to turn, she was lifted from the floor and carried back towards the bench with Kalen on it. Unceremoniously, she was tipped from the strangers arms, and landed in Kalen's lap. Kalen's brother bounded back towards the door, just as a surlier version of him traipsed through it. The door was hastily shut.

The two newcomers were identical in looks, but a world apart in demeanour. Whilst one asked endless questions, the other took a seat and scowled at no one in particular. 

Turning to address Alana, the more joyful brother spoke, "you must excuse Kalen. He is incredibly rude not to introduce us. I'm Brint, and my cheerful brother over there is Neekesh. He just lost a bet, so you will have to excuse him, also." Brint spoke incredibly fast, and though Alana understood, she struggled to keep up.

"Alana," she introduced herself, holding out her hand. When Brint just stared at it, she drew it back under the furs self-consciously. 

"Brother, you are so uncultured," laughed Kalen. Alana couldn't believe how relaxed he seemed, and how happy the family was. They exchanged banter easily, and even Olivine, who supposedly despised Kalen, had been nice enough.

"So, Alana, how are you finding being my brother's bed mate. Does he satisfy you, or are you searching for someone more adventurous." Brint waggled his eyebrows in the universal sign of lechery, running a hand down his chest as he spoke. He was covered, but Alana could well imagine the bulk of muscle that must be beneath. Kalen lifted her hand and slapped it playfully.

"Now, now, keep your eyes in your head, lover." Kalen purred in her ear. Alana froze for a moment, hoping he hadn't thought she was interested.

"Kalen, I..." 

"Ssshhh," he soothed before Alana could talk herself into trouble. Brint just laughed, sauntering over to the other bench and throwing himself down next to Neekesh, who growled. The door opened, admitting Olivine who, thankfully, shut it behind her. Instead of taking the final bench, she spread herself out on the floor in front of the fire, facing Alana. She reached out a large hand and cupped Alana's calf, gently running her hand up behind her knee. Alana stayed as still as she could. 

"Wife," Kalen growled in warning. There was suddenly tension in the room that hadn't been there previously. 

"Olivine, play with your own toys," Brint laughed. Olivine didn't move her hand an inch. Instead, her grip tightened, but not painfully. 

"If you need to escape my husband," she purred, "I can show you where I sleep." Alana blushed furiously. She didn't get a chance to speak up for herself. Before she could open her mouth, Kalen was on his feet. He grabbed a handful of Olivine's hair and yanked her upwards. In the blink of an eye her fist had connected with his jaw. She swung again, but Kalen managed to block. He still had hold of her hair, and used it to yank Olivine away from the fire and towards the centre of the room. Before either party could get another blow in, Brint had stepped between then, laughing in earnest. 

"Neekesh, you win. She is definitely more than a bed warmer," he chuckled. Neekesh nodded in acknowledgement, but made no comment. Alana gritted her teeth at the reference to her, but thought it was perhaps a backhanded compliment. 

"What is the meaning of this?" Kalen hissed through clenched teeth. His hand was still bunched in Olivine's hair, but he was no longer pulling.

"My apologies, Alana. We like to amuse ourselves at Kalen's expense, but I should not have involved you in our teasing," Olivine said. "Not yet, at least." Her eyes twinkled as she looked at Alana, but Alana decided that it was playful rather than predatory. It wasn't long after that until Kalen's mother returned. She didn't join in the teasing, but instead sat at Kalen's feet. There was no physical contact, but Alana decided that it was still a display of affection. 

When Harold entered to announce that dinner was ready, Alana started to rise.

"We eat by the fire tonight," Kalen's mother announced. Everyone had called her mother so far, even Olivine, but Alana wasn't sure if that rule applied to her or not. She was sure that they family were sitting so close to the roaring inferno for her sake as they all seemed rather warm. Gradually, everyone had started to remove layers. All were sat in baggy trousers, but had removed their capes and tunics. Even the women sat bare breasted. Since the men hadn't seen it as either strange or erotic, Alana decided that nudity here must be common. 

Dinner was a simple meal of hot meat, bread and what Alana thought were vegetables. It was filling, tasty, and comforting. Afterwards, Alana curled up against Kalen, hear head resting against his bare chest as her hand stroked his stomach. She felt incredibly content surrounded as she was by a family. 

She didn't know when she fell asleep, but Alana awoke alone except for Olivine. 

"They've gone to play in the snow," she explained, without Alana having to ask.

"Didn't you want to go?" Alana was genuinely curious. Olivine laughed before she replied.

"Staying with you made Kalen very angry, but in all honesty I didn't want you waking alone." She reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Alana's face.

"Olivine," Alana said, unsure of what to say to the large woman, "I'm happy with Kalen." Olivine simply nodded in response. She stood, and came to sit with Alana on the bench, lifting Alana's head and allowing it to rest against her bare breast. Alana didn't dare resist, but after a moment she realised that she didn't feel too uncomfortable with the closeness. "You know, he thinks you despise him."

"I did." Olivine sounded quieter than Alana had heard her so far. "When we married, I hated men. I had only been with women, and knew that without a doubt I would not be happy with him. He was the perfect man, really. He tried to be what I wanted, but it was impossible. I hated being beneath him at night. I wouldn't engage in foreplay, wouldn't fight. Every time he took me I resented him a little more, but it was his husbandly right."

"Olivine, that's awful. Where I come from, he would have been imprisoned." Alana wanted to comfort Olivine, but wasn't sure how. 

"I was punishment enough. I did everything I could to make him miserable." Her voice sounded bitter.

"He told me you aborted your baby?"

"I did. I wanted nothing of him growing inside me, and I knew how badly he wanted a child. It took me a long time to realise that we were both forced into the marriage, and that neither of us were happy. Eventually, he stopped coming to my bed and started going elsewhere for his pleasure. He had never denied me taking pleasure elsewhere, but had tried to be faithful himself. He was good to me, considering our youth and the circumstances." Olivine sounded tired, her hand started stroking Alana's hair. It seemed to be comforting her, so Alana didn't comment. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she would dare to comment even if it was an issue. Alana shivered a little, and Olivine pulled her fur further up. "They left the door open," Olivine as a way of explanation, but made no move to close it. 




Slavery Ch. 11



"How can you say he was good to you? He forced you to have sex with him," she insisted. She hadn't been able to find a word for rape in their language, which explained a lot. Alana was feeling very confused about Kalen. She thought back to the way he had treated her when they first go on the ship. There had been no misunderstanding about their cultures then. 

"You misunderstand, Alana. I didn't ask him not to. I knew my duties, and did nothing to resist them. I merely did nothing to actively excite him. Looking back, if I had voiced my displeasure, I think he would have stopped." 

"I knew you didn't enjoy our time in the bedroom, wife." Alana and Olivine both turned to see Kalen in the doorway. His face was a picture of anger. He strode towards the two, grabbing Alana and yanking her to her feet. Before she had time to protest, he slung Alana over his shoulder, fur and all, and marched off towards his room. 

"Husband!" Alana heard Olivine calling after them. She sounded pretty annoyed as well. Kalen stamped into his room, and threw Alana on the bed. She scrambled off it, her own anger rising.

"Why is nothing I do ever enough for you?" Kalen yelled. Alana froze. He had never yelled at her before. She wasn't even sure why he was mad. 

"What have I done?" Her voice was shaky, her own anger dissipating into fear. She backed away from Kalen, intending to place the bed between them. He had other ideas though. He grabbed her arms bruisingly hard and shook her.

"You are unbelievable." Kalen pushed Alana backwards. She stumbled, and fell hard to the floor. "I leave, only to find you hanging all over my wife."

"I told her I was happy with you." Alana spat. She longed to examine her hands as they felt skinned. "She was being nice, Kalen, and answering my questions which is more than you do." Kalen had gone quiet. He was staring down at Alana with an expression that she couldn't read. 

"You told her you were happy with me?" He sounded shocked. 

"Yes, I chose this didn't I? You gave me the choice, and I chose to be your lover." Alana could hear the anger in her voice, but she was past caring. Kalen dropped to his knees, leaning forward to examine Alana's hands. 

"When I saw you together like that..." He trailed off.

"I'm sorry. I should have moved, but it was nice. I wanted to talk to her about you, and it was cold. I should have known better." Alana felt guilt building inside her. She got up onto her knees and stroked Kalen's chest through his tunic. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asked. He sounded concerned. Alana just shook her head, though she knew she would be bruised. It was her own fault.

"I need to know what I can and can't do. I don't want to upset you." Alana couldn't meet Kalen's eyes as he said this. She felt uncomfortable asking, as if she were finally admitting that he owned her after he had given her the chance to refuse him as a lover. 

"Well, think about what you wouldn't like me doing. Would you like to see me cuddled up with another woman?" His face was totally serious.

"No," Alana replied slowly, "but I wouldn't mind seeing you with another man." With that, Kalen grabbed Alana and threw her onto the bed once more. The tone was completely different, though. Looking Alana in the eye, Kalen slowly removed his clothes, allowing Alana a full show. When he joined her on the bed he stopped her from removing her clothes. 

"Let me, please?" He asked. Alana couldn't say no. She climbed to her feet, standing as still as she could while Kalen started to undress her. He undid her cloak first, letting it drop heavily to the floor. Slowly, carefully, he undid the buttons on the front of her dress. He peeled her out of her clothes as if she was a delicacy, and by the end of it she couldn't wait to feel him against her.

"You're shivering," he murmured, as he leaned forwards to kiss Alana.

"Then it's your job to warm me up," she replied. He didn't need any more encouragement. Pulling the furs back, he slipped in under them. Alana followed as quickly as she could. Kalen pulled her on top of him as soon as his hands found her. He tugged a fur up and over her, then pulled her body down to cover his. 

"You like being on top?" Kalen asked as his hands found her ass. He squeezed tenderly. 

"Yes," Alana moaned as one of Kalen's fingers slipped over her anus, then further around playing with the entrance to her. She felt herself moistening as he slid a finger inside her. Kalen worked at her as Alana leant forward to kiss him. It was a slow kiss, deep and exploratory. 

Pushing Alana up a little, Kalen slipped a hand between them so that he could rub at her slippery, swollen flesh. He moved his finger slowly, teasingly as he brought his other hand up to her breast. Alana missed the feeling of his fingers inside her, and decided it was time she had more. Her hand wrapped around Kalen's hard shaft, pulling him upright. After manoeuvring a little, Alana sank down over the head of his cock. She felt a dull ache as he stretched her, but it was a pain that was pleasurable. 

Alana started moving her hips, lowering herself further every time. Kalen's finger picked up speed as did Alana's hips. She kept to his rhythm, her head thrown back, his body as deep inside her as it would go. She moaned on top of him as one of his hands continued to massage her breast, occasionally tweaking her peaked nipple. Soon, the stimulation was too much, and she felt her body turn to liquid pleasure. Her muscles rippled, encouraged Kalen towards his own orgasm. 

As Alana's body shook with the tremors of her release, Kalen grabbed her hips. He started to move her on top of him, until Alana recovered enough to grab his hands. Alana pulled them to the side and pinned them to the bed, continuing to move at her own pace. She was teasing him, and he let her. Gradually, Alana picked up speed, enjoy the look of desperation, of tension upon his face. Finally, it must have got too much for him. He flipped Alana onto her back, slamming into her as hard as he could. Her nails racked his back as shuddered above her, his teeth grazing her collar bone. Alana almost told Kalen to bite her, but decided she could go one better. Sinking her teeth into his body, just below the nipple, Alana drew blood. Kalen groaned, his cock pulsing inside her as he bit down into her shoulder. 

Curled up against Kalen, it was only as she drifted off to sleep that Alana realised they hadn't really discussed anything.



Slavery Ch. 12



Apologies for the delay, and thanks for coming back! My workload has been crazy; clearly the summer holidays lulled me into a false sense of security. Still, the marking and planning has hit me full force! I shall try to post every two weeks. I am aiming for the next post to be the first weekend of October. This chapter is shorted than I intended, but the next one will be longer. 

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Alana crept through the corridor, hoping that she was about to enter the dining room. The last thing she wanted was to stumble into someone's bedroom. As she eased through the door, something crashed against the floor near her feet. She jumped backwards, watching in horror as either Neekesh or Brint was hitting the other brother over the head with one of the pink stone goblets. The brother on the receiving end howled, tacking the first brother to the floor. 

"Ignore the fuckers, I do." Alana actually screamed as Harold spoke behind her. He pushed past her and into the room. Her scream had stopped the fighting at least. Both brothers were tangled together, staring at her. 

"Sorry," she muttered, following Harold into the room. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the bench closest to the fire. 

"Sit down. He said he'd feed me to the fire if I let you freeze. Don't know who the fuck he thinks he is after being away all these years." Harold glared at Alana a moment before he knelt to light the fire. It had been cleaned out since the previous evening, and new wood was in place and ready to burn. The brothers had disentangled and came to join her, one sitting on a bench, the other dragging cushions to the floor. 

"Don't listen to him, Alana. He's glad you're here really. Things are way more interesting. How bad did he hurt you, by the way?" Brint spewed the words out far too fast. He seemed to be in a constant state of excitement. It turned out that he was the one on the floor.

"Harold? Harold hasn't hurt me," Alana laughed, wondering if they had mistaken her scream of fright for one of pain.

"Kalen, you idiot," his tone clearly said he thought she was lacking a few brain cells for even considering that he meant Harold.

"He didn't, I'm fine." Alana had blushed though. She stroked one of her arms through her dress, lightly touching the bruise. She watched as Neekesh stood, then walked over to her. He roughly grabbed the neckline of her dress and yanked. It didn't tear, but moved enough to reveal the marks from Kalen's biting. 

"These are fresh." He stated, then went to sit back down. When Brint rolled his eyes at his brother, Alana couldn't help her laughter. Neekesh was grumpy, rude, and surly. She knew he wasn't being mean to her, but treated everyone like that.

"Not too angry with you then," Brint winked. 

"Where is he, anyway?" Alana asked, desperately wanting to change the subject. She hadn't forgotten that the race liked to bite during intimate moments, but she had forgotten that the rest of them would know that. She was so used to people seeing Kalen's bite marks as a cruelty, that the thought of people knowing it was because they had been 'together' made her squirm.

"The three of them have gone hunting. Mother wants to sort them out before you cause any more rows. I haven't seen Olivine so mad since he left. She wanted to kill him for the way he hauled you away last night." Brint was grinning like Christmas had come early. Alana thought about what he had said; if Olivine was so quick to temper about things that Kalen did, she would have to be incredibly careful. 

"What do I call your mother?" It had been something that Alana had wondered about. Their mother was the only person who hadn't been introduced.

"Mother, like us. Even old Harold calls her that when he's sucking up." Alana smiled. Harold chucked a fur at her. The fire had roared into life, and she was surrounded by friendly banter. This was the best her life had been for a while. 

"Brint, do you know if there are any other humans here? Kalen said most homes have slaves." Much to Alana's surprise, it was Neekesh that answered. 

"There are no other humans. Humans die here." Alana looked at him, shocked with his bluntness. Brint shifted uncomfortably, and Harold took his cue to leave.

"What do you mean? Why do they die?" Alana hugged the fur closer to her, her eyes glued to the quietest member of the family.

"The temperature is too cold, our illnesses are too destructive, our babies rip you apart..." He trailed off, looking bored of the conversation already. Alana felt numb. 

"There have been humans before, then?" 

"Sure. In the last few years, humans have been everywhere. You are quite the popular species you know. You develop space travel, and suddenly everyone wants a piece of you. There are people who would kill to get their hands on you, study you. Not on this planet, but elsewhere." Neekesh stopped and studied Alana's face. "Fear, tinged with sorrow. Am I right brother?" 

"Stop it, just stop it," snapped Brint. He rose to his feet and stormed from the room. Alana thought it was a bit of an overreaction, and wondered if it had something to do with their earlier fight.

"Am I right, Alana? That's how you're feeling?" He had no emotion in his voice at all.

"You missed shocked." Alana's voice didn't sound all that different. "I guess that explains Jaron," she continued, forgetting that Neekesh wouldn't know he was. He surprised her, though.

"I told Kalen that was why he got you. Jaron was fascinated by humans. You know, Alana, you're a protected species. There are strict guidelines on how many humans can be taken per year, and there are special circumstances they have to be taken in. So, were you being killed, or killing someone?"

"I was killing myself." 

"I hadn't thought of that. I guess that fits both categories." 

"You were going to kill yourself?" Kalen's voice rang out behind her. It sounded harsh. Alana decided she really should start paying better attention to her surroundings, but damn these people moved silently. His presence annoyed her a little. She wanted answers from Neekesh, and knew if she asked Kalen he would skirt around the subject, and distract her. 

"Yes, I was killing myself. That's when they took me. I thought at first that I had died. Sometimes I still wonder if I did." Alana met Kalen's eyes for a moment before he turned and left without another word.

"What was that about?" Alana asked Neekesh. In response he shrugged, and then he left her alone. At least, Alana was alone momentarily.

"Are you hurt?" It was Olivine.

"No, I'm fine. We sorted things out quickly." Alana gave the woman a genuine smile. The last person she had imagined being friends with was her lover's wife. Inwardly, she felt quite satisfied that she really was his lover now, not just his slave although in the end she supposed it was just semantics. Nothing would really change. 

"Good," Olivine nodded, "because I would hate for you to suffer at his hands due to my behaviour. I find myself wanting to protect you, Alana. You are a lovely woman." Olivine was so forthright that Alana couldn't quite meet her gaze. 

"Thank you," she blushed, "but I have Kalen." 

"Yes, she does." It seemed Kalen was back again. This time he came fully into the room, and sat down next to Alana. He pulled his tunic over his head then cuddled her against him. "Even so," he continued, "it will be my wife who looks after you later. She has asked if she may take you out, and I agreed. That is, if it is pleasing to you?" For a moment Alana wondered if she were being tricked.

"It would be nice to explore," she replied.

"Then it's settled. I will trust you, wife, to keep her safe." 

To say the afternoon was bitterly cold would be an understatement. Alana whimpered against Olivine's chest as she carried her towards the shuttle. Whilst they walked, Alana thought back to the conversation she had had with Kalen before they left. Alana had thought him angry with her, but it turned out that wasn't the case. 

"I'm angry with myself, Alana," he had said. His fingers had dug into the bruises on her arms as he held her. He seemed desperate to show her how he felt. "I hate the thought that you were so miserable that you would take your own life." 

Cupping Kalen's face, Alana had kissed him. "Things are different now," she had reassured him.

"I can't let you become unhappy again if that is your reaction. I can't confine you to the house because I am jealous of your attention. When I overheard you, I went to speak with Olivine. She had offered to accompany you somewhere whilst I was busy, and I refused her. It was petty of me. Just because she irritates me doesn't mean you can't enjoy spending time with her."

The conversation had given Alana a warm, glowy feeling. She was now determined to do something for Kalen in return. As they entered the shuttle, Olivine pointed Alana in the direction of the control. She jotted down co-ordinates on a pad, and settled back in a chair. 

"I'm not good at flying," Olivine said after Alana questioned why she was allowed to fly. Alana had been surprised. As the shuttled took off, Alana felt the thrill of being in control. It was an illusion though as it was a mystery to Alana where they were going; she was no more in control here than she had been previously. 

"Olivine?" She asked tentatively. When Olivine quirked an eyebrow, Alana carried on. "I wanted to buy Kalen a gift." Alana genuinely hoped that Olivine could offer some suggestions. 

"You wish to reward him for his idiocy?" Olivine's voice held disbelief, something that made Alana feel a little stupid. 

"He let me come this afternoon," she explained. Olivine sighed and nodded. She closed her eyes and said no more on the subject, but Alana thought that maybe she had agreed. 

Alana had been surprised to land the shuttle in the middle of nowhere. For miles either side of them there was nothing but snow. Butterflies fluttered around Alana's stomach as she pulled on the extra layers that Olivine had for her. There was no way that she would survive outside for long. Surely Olivine knew that. 

As the door to the shuttle opened, bitter wind whooshed in. Olivine quickly gathered Alana's shuddering body into her arms. The descended the stairs quickly, Alana hiding her face against the fabric that clothed the huge woman's chest. 

"Where are we going?" Alana asked through chattering teeth. Olivine didn't reply, but instead crouched down. She brushed the loose, powdery snow aside to reveal a metal hatch. Alana didn't see how it was opened, she was too busy cowering, but she certainly felt the hot, humid air as it rose from the depths below them. Even as Alana wriggled to get a better view of where they were going, Olivine turned and descended into the hole. It seemed that there were ladders, the rungs of which were too far apart for a human to use. 

A few rungs down, Olivine paused. Alana could hear a computerised beeping, but all she could see was Olivine's tunic.

"What's happening?" Her teeth were chattering less as the air warmed her exposed skin. 

Alana could hear the smile in Olivine's voice as she replied, "Parking the shuttle." Olivine turned Alana, then climbed up the rungs again. Alana was in time to see the shuttle descending on a platform beneath the snow. Once Alana's wonder was replaced by shivering, they once again started to descend. 

At the bottom of the ladder, after depositing many of their layers in a sort of locker room, Alana was nothing short of awestruck. There, beneath the frozen, desolate land above, was a wonderland of stalls, shops and pubs. The cobbled street was teeming with life, the roof above arched over them, painted a soft pink. Alana was that focussed on taking in all the details of this unexpected place that it took her a while to notice that she was the subject of just as much curiosity. 

Olivine's arm snaked around her shoulders, and Alana was guided through the crowds. They parted, like the fabled red sea, so they could get a better look. She felt tiny, vulnerable. For the first time she really thought about Neekesh's comment about her value. 

"I know the perfect place for Kalen's gift," Olivine said. The woman had to lean down so that Alana could hear her. The street around them was noisy as people haggled, laughed, staggered, and did all of the things that you would expect to see in a busy city centre. They wound their way through the shoppers until they came to a dingy, musty looking shop. When they entered, Alana wasn't at all surprised to smell the unmistakeable smell of lots of old books. She had never been a big book lover, but her mother had been. 

"He likes to read?" Alana felt unsure. It was not something that she had known about Kalen. She wondered what else he had managed to hide from her. 

"He likes to study," Olivine replied. To Alana, that seemed even more surprising. He had seemed so much the warrior until now, that Alana briefly wondered if Olivine had thought she meant another brother. No, she chided herself, Olivine was Kalen's wife. Of course she would know such things about him. Alana followed Olivine through the shop to a section at the very back. The books looked thicker, heavier, more serious.

"Are these academic books?" Alana asked. Her eyes were wide at the sheer volume and variety that were being presented to her. She had no way to choose something. She realised, somewhat sadly, that it wouldn't be a gift from her, not really. Olivine nodded absentmindedly as she skim read the titles before her. Smiling to herself, she picked a book up, then handed it to Alana. 

"Olivine," she said, a little nervously, "I was hoping to choose something myself. You know, make the gift personal." 

"You can get him this, and pick something else as well if it will please you." Alana nodded, pleased with the solution. "You will have to ask him for money of your own," Olivine continued. Alana's cheeks flushed as she realised that Olivine would be buying the gifts, also. 

"I'm so sorry, I just didn't think. It's been so long since I had money," Alana babbled. Olivine just waved her protests away as she approached the counter.

The owner of the bookstore seemed fascinated with Alana. Before Olivine could hand over the money to pay with, he had rounded the counter to tower over Alana. As Alana studied him, much in the way he studied her, she realised that he looked just as much the warrior as did Kalen and the rest. He wore simple clothes, but in no way did he look bookish. Alana wondered if fought often, or if his muscles had been developed in a gym. She made a mental not to ask Olivine. 

The man before her grabbed her hand, startling Alana out of her thoughts. She blushed as the man stroked the skin on her hand wondrously. 

"I did not think I would ever see a human in my shop," the man stated excitedly. With Alana's hand still firmly in his, he turned to a bemused Olivine. "I have read so much about them. Is it possible that she is for sale?" Alana blanched at the suggestion, but Olivine just smiled kindly. 

"She is my husbands's lover." The man looked crestfallen. He dropped Alana's hand quickly, and almost scuttled back behind the counter. It was bizarre watching a man that big move like that, thought Alana. 

"May I offer her a gift?" Alana blushed as the man lifted a beautifully decorated book from under the counter. He held it expectantly in his hands. Olivine nodded her consent, and out he came again, excitedly presenting his gift to Alana. She took it gratefully, reading the gilded title on the front.

"It's a study of our species," he gushed, clearly pleased with himself. Alana couldn't help but smile. It was a useful gift.

"Thank you," Alana said, somewhat timidly. His enthusiasm unnerved her a little. It seemed to unnerve Olivine too, who thanked the man quickly, passing him the money she owed, then ushering Alana out of the door.

"Will it always be like that?" Alana asked breathlessly. 

"No, he's always been an eccentric." Olivine wrapped her arm around Alana, guiding her once more through the crowd. Alana clutched her book. It was almost too large to carry, and certainly was heavy, but it was hers. There wasn't much that she could say that about. 

After visiting several stalls where Olivine bought things for herself, Alana finally find a gift that she wanted to buy Kalen. Olivine had seemed pleased with her choice, and happily paid for the small item. The gift was a small silver broach. It was shaped like a scimitar, an almost exact replica of Kalen's sword. The broach was studded with small diamond-like stones that glistened in the light streaming from the fixtures above. 

Alana had been pleased that Olivine had been correct, and that no more undue attention had been pointed her way, apart from the staring. They walked slowly back to the entrance to the market, working their way through the crowd as Alana gazed at all of the sights. It was only when they arrived at huge building that Alana realised that their trip wasn't quite over. 

Entering the building, Alana was surprised by the humidity of the air. There was so much moisture that she found it hard to breathe. Steam escaped in clouds from a propped open door. Alana watched as a naked woman emerged, her body long and muscular. She raised a hand to Olivine, then walked through a second door.

Olivine and Alana followed the woman, entering a room full of shelves. On most of the shelves were dark, fluffy towels. There were some which had folded clothes on, however. 

"We will bathe, Alana. You must undress." Alana was somewhat aghast by the idea of baring her pale, fleshy body in front of a bath full of stunning women. As Olivine started to undress herself, Alana felt like she had little choice. Her stomach churned as she pulled her clothes over her head. Clutching her naked body, Alana stepped back as Olivine organised their clothes. She expected to be handed a towel, but the towel stayed in place. 

Noticing Alana's gaze, Olivine smiled kindly, "you won't need it until you are clean." Alana nodded. She didn't trust herself to speak as she followed Olivine to the pool. 

The air, if possible, became even more humid. Alana was glad for the heat, even though it was moist. She felt shivery, though she knew it was only nerves. Descending the steps into the water, Alana realised that the people using the pool were all female. She had expected some males to be present, had counted on it almost. Whilst she felt self-conscious before the women, most men that she encountered seemed to appreciate her generous curves. 

"Where are all the men?" She asked. Her voice sounded shaky.

"Today is a day for women. I always meet my lover here." Alana felt her eyes widen at Olivine's casual response. She was about to meet her lover! Alana hadn't been aware that Olivine had one. It wasn't long before she was introduced to the woman.

"Akia, meet Alana. She is my husband's lover." The woman, who was just as statuesque as Olivine, embraced Alana. Her slippery body felt pleasant beneath Alana's fingers, and for the first time she could see how women might find each other attractive. Still, it wasn't something she was interested in. 

"Alana," Olivine started after the women had swam for a while, "I wondered if you would be comfortable alone for a few moments?" Alana gave her consent to be left, a little embarrassed that she hadn't thought about it before. Of course the women would want some time alone, she thought. 

Alana swam, undisturbed, enjoying the heat. The water was warmer than body temperature; after the bitter cold of outside, Alana could have spent all day chasing the chill from her bones. It was only when she started to draw a small crowd that she decided to find Olivine and Akia. They had left the pool and, after quick investigation, Alana found they weren't in the changing rooms, either. Panic was starting to build inside Alana at the idea of being abandoned. She hurried aimlessly through the building looking for Olivine desperately. She had all but given up when she found a series of alcoves leading off a hallway. 




Slavery Ch. 12



Each alcove had an emerald green curtain made of a plush material. Many of the alcoves were open, though a few had been closed off. Alana could see that each alcove had a thick bench that spanned its entirety, and that it was covered with a soft cushion. It was only when a deep, guttural moan escaped from behind the curtain closest to her that Alana realised what these places were for. Peeking behind the curtain, Alana couldn't take her eyes off the sight she found. 

Olivine was sat on the cushioned bench. Her naked body was covered in sheen of sweat. With head tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted, her hands clenched the seat beneath her. Her breasts were large and heavy, certainly too large for human hands to encompass. The nipples were partially erect, and were almost black in colour. Olivine's thighs were spread wide, revealing skin that was covered in thick black, curly hair. 

Between those slab like thighs, Akia knelt. Her long fingers had parted Olivines glistening folds, spreading her open for Alana to see. Slowly, almost painfully so, Akia's toungue stretched out and took one long lick of the puffy flesh before her. Another groan escaped Olivine. It seemed to Alana, at that point, that Akia had decided to reward her lover. Akia's tongue started to lap greedily at Olivine, occasionally sucking on her parted lips. Alana watched Olivine's chest heaving, watched Akia's passionate devouring, and felt a stirring in her own body. She longed for Kalen to be with her, to be doing that to her. 

It was the thought of Kalen that reminded Alana who she was watching. Flushing with shame, she stepped back from the curtain, letting it fall closed. Not knowing where else to go, she returned to the bathing room. It wasn't long before Olivine and Akia returned hand in hand, and gestured for Alana to join them in the changing rooms. Relieved, Alana followed the two women, thankful when she was handed a towel. She was starting to dry herself when Akia startled her into freezing. 

"The brute has branded you!" Akia leapt from the bench as Alana turned to face her. Akia grabbed her arm, spinning Alana so that she could look at her naked behind. A large finger traced the burn scar gently. 

"He did this to you?" Olivine asked. Alana nodded.

"Kalen said it would keep me safe." The women tutted. They both looked displeased with the mark. 

"Olivine, you must have words with that dreadful man. He cannot be allowed to treat her like this." 

"He offered to let me brand him, too," Alana protested. She felt as if her and Kalen had finally reached an understanding, and was loath to let the brand ruin that. She had been furious about it at the time, but had tried to put it behind her. To her surprise, Olivine burst into laughter, breaking the tension that had started to fill the air. 

"It is just like him to do that! Branding is very outdated, but he is right that it would have kept you safe once. He must care a great deal for you, Alana, to offer to be branded also. He would be mocked endlessly by the other warriors."

Olivine's humour had ended the conversation swiftly. The women had parted ways quickly, leaving Olivine and Alana to fly home. After some brief exposure to the cold, Alana was once again wrapped tightly in furs in front of the huge fire. There were hot meats, steaming breads and soft cheeses on a plate between her and Kalen, and they were childishly fighting over pieces of food. 

Kalen proudly wore his brooch on his tunic. He had been pleased with his book, but had seemed to like the jewellery more. Alana wasn't sure if his reactions had been sincere, but she was certainly pleased with the effort. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he said, after Alana had told him about the day.

"I would love to go again. Do you think we could?" 

Kalen had agreed, even suggesting he take her before he said, thoughtfully, "you could even fly yourself there, Alana." She had paused at the suggestion. She hadn't considered that she would be able to fly alone. It had been such a privilege that she hadn't considered the implications.

"I would rather go with you," she replied. Inside though, her mind was whirring. She would have to do some research, learn about fuels and coordinates, but it was a possibility that, with some planning, she might be able to go home. 

In the hopes of distracting Kalen from thinking the same, Alana pushed her lips against his ear. Whispering, although they were alone, Alana told Kalen about seeing Akia pleasing Olivine. Within seconds of the words leaving Alana's mouth, she was scooped up and carried to the bedroom.



Slavery Ch. 13



"Brint, put me down!" Alana shrieked. The world was upside down, Brint's shoulder digging uncomfortably into the soft flesh of her stomach. She kicked her legs furiously at the indignity she was suffering as her shopping bags smacked noisily into his legs. He chuckled, stamping his feet on the stone floor to dislodge some of the snow that clung to his boots. 

"Out spending my money again?" Kalen's voice boomed across the hall. Brint put Alana down quickly, knowing that Kalen hated seeing Alana in anyone else's arms. The fact that it was a necessity if she wanted to leave the house seemed to escape him at times. Although Kalen's voice had held humour and he had intended to tease, the accusation made Alana squirm. He said he didn't mind her spending, that he was happy to give her money, but she hated the dependency. 

As Alana stumbled, regaining her balance, she caught sight of Kalen. It made things low down in her body clench in anticipation. His gaze was locked on her flushed face. He didn't spare a glance for his brother, who was standing awkwardly besides Alana. For a moment, Alana thought he would come to her. He might have done, but she didn't have the patience. As soon as she could stand straight, Alana closed the distance between them, throwing her arms as far around his bulk as she could. Kalen lifted her, cradling her body to him. He turned his back on his brother, and went back into the main room of the house. 

"Feeling a little jealous, brother?" Brint laughed as he followed them in. Kalen ignored him, and Alana scowled. Brint had no interest in Alana, not sexually anyway, but he certainly enjoyed winding up his brother. Instead of setting Alana down in front of the fire, Kalen carried on into the hallway.

"We're going to bed," he huffed over his shoulder. As Kalen carried Alana across the threshold and into his room, she was struck by the change in temperature. 

"You lit the fire?" Alana asked, as he set her gently on the floor. Kalen nodded, then started to disrobe. Finding a place to sit with all of her bags, Alana studied him: she watched the way his thick arms moved as he pulled clothes over his head; she admired his long, dextrous fingers as he undid the laces of his boots; she watched the way the firelight flickered across his purple skin. A warmth that had nothing to do with the fire spread through her, though she had to admit to herself that his growing consideration was winning her over. With Kalen standing naked before her, it took Alana a moment to realise that he had spoken.

"What did you buy?" Alana squirmed uncomfortably at the enquiry. She had really enjoyed her shopping trip, but it was the fourth in two weeks and Alana was starting to feel guilty about her spending. Spreading her purchases across the bed, Alana showed Kalen the few books that she had bought, the two dresses, and the jewellery. Brint had also helped her to choose a warmer cloak. 

"You're reading a lot," was the only comment that Kalen made. Alana blushed in response, wishing that she could have hidden the books. Once was on the geography of the planet, one on the surrounding planets, and a third about the type of shuttle that Kalen's family owned. Her intentions must have been clear to him. 

Leaving her shopping behind her, Alana stood. She loosened the cloak's fastening, letting it fall to the floor. The heat in the room meant that she could comfortably undress, something that she hadn't really done in front of Kalen for a while; all of their passion took place under the protection of the covers. 

As Alana pulled her dress over her head, she could feel the weight of Kalen's eyes on her body. As the dress crumpled to the floor, Alana had a moment of self-consciousness. Hugging her arms around herself, she stepped towards her warrior. Gently, he took her hands in his, spreading her arms so that the view of Alana was uninterrupted. 

"You're beautiful," he whispered. Smiling with pleasure, Alana ran her hand across the solid expanse of stomach before her. She stepped close enough to run her tongue across the smooth, supple skin. Sucking gently, she took a chunk of Kalen into her mouth, then bit down gently. He moaned in pleasure. His hand wrapped in Alana's hair, tugging gently until she released him. He tilted her head backwards, giving himself access to her lips. The way Kalen manoeuvred her made Alana shiver with pleasure. She enjoyed it when he was dominant, now that he knew how far he could go. Feeling brave, and not at all sure that it would end happily, Alana took a chance.

"Play a game with me?" Kalen's eyebrow arched in response to Alana's question. She continued, "I want you to take me like the first time." Alana's voice was breathy, almost husky. To her surprise, and her embarrassment, Kalen released her hair and took a step back. A look of disbelief was stamped across his face. 

"I hurt you terribly." 

"I don't want you to hurt me, but I want to resist you. Jaron told me your race like their women to fight. I trust you, Kalen. I want you to have me like you would have one of your women."

"No, Alana. I won't risk hurting you," Kalen said as he stepped back towards Alana. Tenderly, he ran his fingers down her cheek.

"You won't." Alana couldn't meet his eyes. She stared at the floor, at her bare feet and his. 

"But if I do? I couldn't bear to see the shadow of fear in your eyes again. I love the way you look at me now, I depend on it." Kalen tilted Alana's head up at the same time as he bent down. He ran his tongue gently over Alana's bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth, biting down gently. Alana gasped against him, her body melting, melding itself to his. 

Kalen's hand stroked at Alana's shoulders. Alana moaned into his lips. Gently, Kalen pushed Alana away from him, forcing her to take a step back whilst still keeping her lip between his teeth. The movement had given him just enough room the run his hands down Alana's body, coming to rest on her breasts. Alana dug her fingers into Kalen's upper arms as he squeezed her, his fingers finding her puckered nipples and rolling them gently. 

As Kalen's hands moved even further down Alana's body, she let out a murmur of protest. She had been enjoying the attention he had been giving her. Kalen released her lip. Suddenly, his hands were under her thighs and lifting her. She found herself carried to the bed. Her vision was filled by his purple flesh before she had time to think. The length of his body was pressing her down, onto her back. His hands sought her wrists, carefully enclosing them and pinning them above Alana's head. A nervous thrill sent her heart racing as she tested Kalen's strength. Alana couldn't lift her hands from the bed. 

Using his thighs, Kalen quickly opened Alana up. She resisted, yet her efforts had little effect. Meeting his gaze, Alana smiled. She wasn't sure how far to go, but was enjoying the careful experimenting. As Kalen's lips lowered to Alana's, she turned her face. His free hand cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his rough kiss. His mouth was the only part that was rough. Guiding the head of his cock to Alana's entrance, Kalen slid inside her. Alana marvelled at how easy it had become to take his width. His length, she thought as he butted up against her cervix, was another matter entirely. 

Kalen slipped his hand between their bodies as he moved. Alana groaned, sinking teeth into Kalen's shoulder as his thumb brushed against her nerve rich, damp skin. Moving in a circular motion, Kalen's thumb teased her body into a bucking, grinding frenzy. His own body kept up the slow, powerful thrusts that he had started with until Alana thought she would go crazy. Several times she had tried to bring her arms down to encourage him to a faster pace, but she was unsuccessful; his grip was iron. The restraint only excited Alana further. 

As Kalen's breathing became ragged, Alana squeezed his cock as it slid in and out of her. She was desperate for him to be a little rougher with her, yet he stayed gentle. His shuddering orgasm hit and, for once, it took her over the edge with him. 

As Kalen climbed from on top of Alana, he froze. His features had set in a grim expression. Lowering her wrists, Alana saw why. They were bright red, and in truth were a little achy. She wasn't surprised, though. She hadn't really fought Kalen, but she had tested his strength. In an attempt to sooth, Alana caressed his face, her eyes lingering on his. 

"I love you," she said, softly. 

"I love you, too." Alana smiled up at him. Carefully, her cuddled her to his chest, manoeuvring her under the covers. Alana snuggled into the crook of his arm. She felt warm, safe and strangely content. Feeling brave, Alana decided to ask Kalen something that she had been building up to for several days.

"Can I get a job?" 

Chuckling, Kalen replied, "Alana, you are far too fragile to hunt, or go to war. Why would you wish to work?" Kalen's chuckles faded as his face set in an unfathomable expression. "Do I not give you enough money?" His voice was toneless, almost dead. Alana's stomach twisted.

"You give me plenty, and I'm more than grateful," Alana replied hastily, "but I would like to make money myself."

"Where would you work?"

"I thought I could work in the bookshop. The man really likes me, Kalen. He gets so excited when I go in, and he never stops asking me questions." Kalen nodded as Alana spoke. He kissed her gently on the forehead.

"If you truly wish to do this, then I will enquire." Kalen did not sound pleased, but Alana couldn't contain her excitement.

"Really? You'll really ask?" Again Kalen nodded, as if he didn't trust himself to speak. 

Three days later, and Alana couldn't imagine her life being any more perfect. Happily, humming away to herself, she carefully unpacked a box of books that had just been delivered. It was her second day, and she was getting faster at shelving the books. Yesterday, Yrin had hovered behind her constantly. He hadn't stopped questioning her, unless it was to make her a drink or some food. 

"Can I get you anything to drink, Alana?" His eager, excited voice interrupted her thoughts and put a smile on her face. 

"Yrin, I work for you," she chastised gently, climbing to her feet. Yrin placed a hand on her back once she was on her feet, a friendly gesture that had made Alana uncomfortable at first. Now, it seemed as though he just had an over friendly nature. She wasn't the only person whose personal space he invaded; a variety of customers came and went during the day, and were all subjected to some sort of physical contact. Most of the customers had seemed familiar with Yrin, and enjoyed him showing off Alana, but some seemed to find him odd. 

"I don't want you becoming ill. Here, sit a while. Let me make you something," Yrin said, gesturing to the chair behind the counter. In truth, Alana loved sitting there. It meant that she could see out of the shop window and watch the world go by. The only real issue would be if a customer wanted to pay for something. Alana really wasn't very good with their strange currency yet. 

When the door clanged open, Alana's heart found its way to her throat. She swallowed a moment of panic, trying to reassure herself that she would cope; Yrin wouldn't have heard the door from the back room, and she daren't leave the money to go and get him. Luckily, her cash skills were not to be tested. Out of all the family members that she had expected to see checking up on her, Neekesh hadn't been one of them. 

"My brother's lover, how are you finding work?" Neekesh had a serious expression on his face. Alana felt as though she might be in trouble. 

"Fine. I like it," she replied cautiously. "Are you shopping?"

Neekesh shook his head, but said no more. He started to wonder the shelves, studying the book titles. Occasionally he would run one long, thick finger over the lettering on a spine, hovering for a moment before moving on. It was only when Yrin came out with a mug of steaming, hot liquid, that Neekesh sprung to life. With a shock, Alana realised that it was Yrin that Neekesh had come to see. 

"Neekesh, are you well?" Yrin enquired. The grin on his face was painfully easy to read. He was incredibly pleased to see Neekesh.

"I am very well, now." The now was emphasised, and accompanied with a slight bow of the head. Kalen's brother was flirting. Alana would have expected it from the ever jubilant Brint, but to see Neekesh making eyes at another man made Alana blush. 

"Have you come to collect Alana?" Yrin's cheeks had coloured with the attention he was receiving. His eyes seemed guarded though, as if he expected the man before him to disappoint him. 

"No. I have come to ask you to join us for dinner. Both of my brothers will have lovers present, and my brother's wife is bringing her lover." It took Alana a moment to get her head around the complex way the race spoke about relationships. It could be too confusing. Finally, she found herself grinning with delight. Akia was coming to dinner, and Yrin was being invited as a date for Neekesh!

"I will accompany Alana," Yrin replied.

"Very well. I shall look forward to seeing you." Neekesh made a slight bow, then left without another word or glance towards Alana. Yrin didn't seem to notice. He was too busy finding somewhere to put the drinks. He seemed flustered. As Alana giggled at him, he jumped. It seemed he had forgotten she was there. 

For the rest of the day, Yrin was jittery. His laughter was too high pitched, and his hands trembled slightly. This date obviously meant a lot to him. Alana wondered if he had a history with Neekesh, but didn't want to ask for fear of offending him. It wasn't until Yrin was carrying Alana across the snow to her new home that she worked up the courage to mention his nerves. 

"This dinner seems very important to you." 

"Oh Alana," he gushed, raising her hand to his lips and laying a gentle kiss upon it, "I have loved your lover's brother since we trained together. We had a brief tryst, but then went our separate ways. His visit today was a much longed for surprise." Alana wondered if they trained as warriors together. She had discovered that every man and woman had to complete a sort of national service. It meant that every family were essentially mercenaries. Alana couldn't imagine a worse planet to be invaded by, or to try and invade. 

As they entered the house, Neekesh was waiting. If Alana hadn't spent time with Neekesh, she would say that he was bored, and uninterested. However, to anyone that knew him, Neekesh's nerves were obvious. The skin around his eyes seemed pinched as if he were wincing from some unknown pain. Alana thought the pain was caused by the man carrying her. Could the cold, abrupt Neekesh really love Yrin?

The tension in the room was palpable, making Alana incredibly uncomfortable. There was some serious eye contact being exchanged. When Kalen entered, she was so grateful that she almost threw herself from Yrin's arms. She hadn't been so relieved that she had missed Kalen stumble as he saw who held her. 

"This is a pleasant surprise," Kalen said as he held his hand out to Alana. She took it gratefully. 

"For me, also," Yrin replied. "It's good to see you like this again, Kalen." Neekesh remained silent. He strode forward, towards the man he had invited to be his date. After a stiff embrace, both men stood apart. Tugging Kalen by the hand, Alana decided that it would be best to leave them to it. They obviously had some history to resolve. 

Once in their room, Kalen cuddled Alana to his chest. He seemed to realise that she was feeling tense, and stroked her hair for a while trying to soothe her.

"I didn't realise that you knew Yrin when I asked to work there." 

Kalen smiled indulgently down at Alana, who was feeling a little guilty. She had been so pleased with her new job, and now she felt like she had caused trouble. Going up on tiptoe, Alana tugged Kalen down to her lips. She kissed him tenderly, grateful that he was there to make her feel better. The two men had so obviously felt awkward; she wondered how she had missed it earlier. 

The table was laid with a glorious spread of food. It had been pulled closer to the fire so that Alana could sit near it. Without the warmth from the fire, she would be too cold in minutes. Even sat by the fire, Alana wore a thick fur cloak with her dress. She was comfortable, but only just. 

At the head of the table, Kalen's mother sat in bejewelled finery. She looked regal. At her right hand sat Kalen, and at her left, Neekesh. Alana sat next to Kalen, with Yrin opposite her. Olivine sat the other side of Alana, facing Akia. Brint sat at the foot of the table, opposite his mother. They were the only two that weren't joining in with the banter. Even Yrin and Neekesh seemed to have relaxed enough in each other's company to hold hands and trade insults. 

Alcohol, or at least the planet's version of it, was flowing freely. Alana didn't try any; she hadn't handled alcohol well on Earth and had a feeling that here it would be much stronger. It was only when Harold sidled up beside her that Alana realised that tensions were starting to rise.

"The shit is about to hit the fan. I'd go take cover if I were you," Harold muttered in Alana's ear as he cleared away her plate. Looking up, Alana saw that Brint was glaring at his mother as she fawned over Neekesh and Yrin. A look of uncharacteristic fury had stamped itself onto his face. His eyes were filled with rage, and when he spoke, his voice quivered with emotion. 

"How dare you?" He all but growled. Conversation came to an abrupt halt as everyone looked up. Brint was clutching the table as if it was all that was keeping him seated. "You are all over them, and I'm not even allowed to see the woman I love." Brint put heavy emphasis on the word woman. Alana had frozen, unease settling in her stomach. Whatever was happening, it probably wasn't going to end well. 

"You question my judgement?" His mother retorted, her voice quiet and cold, dangerous. Alana reached for Kalen's hand, but he brushed her off. Feeling a moment of panic, she took a moment to glance at him, and saw him tensed and ready. He wouldn't want her to get in the way if it came to a physical fight. 

"His relationship is frowned upon by all, yet mine would have been celebrated!" Brint slammed his chair back, the sound echoing around the hall. Neekesh's jaw was clenched, and Yrin looked confused.

"Brint, if I have offended you..." Yrin trailed off. He looked a little lost. 

"I always thought he was an idiot for letting you go," Brint said, tipping his head in the direction of Neekesh. "It's her that I have the problem with." At the word 'her' Brint threw his cup across the table. His mother batted it away as it flew towards her face. Kalen grabbed Alana's arm, tugging her out of her own seat. He pulled her behind the chairs just as his mother grabbed the edge of the table and heaved. Suddenly, it was upended, then it crashed over. The room rang with the sound of plates and cups clanging noisily on the stone floor. 

"You force me from my lover because she belongs to a house with different values, but look at us! Olivine and Neekesh enjoy more than the off dalliance with the same sex, and he," Brint hissed at Kalen, "brought home a species that probably won't survive the winter!" Brint turned on his heels leaving a ringing silence in his wake. Alana was trembling against Kalen, Brint's words playing over and over in her head. 

"Fucking brilliant, more fucking mess for me to clean up." Every one ignored Harold's complaints. 

"Why is he so angry?" Alana asked. She was looking up at Kalen with unhappy eyes. 

"Mother banned him from seeing his lover. Her family do not believe in aggression. It is a new political movement that is dividing our country greatly." Kalen spoke into Alana's ear. The others were talking quietly between themselves.




Slavery Ch. 13



"Not wanting to fight is a bad thing?" Kalen didn't answer. Obviously it was, Alana thought. She watched as Neekesh stroked a finger down the side of Yrin's face. 

"Kalen," she asked, a little timidly after his previous ignorance, "why did they split up? They look at each other with such love." 

"I can answer that," Yrin interrupted. Alana blushed, not realising that she had spoken so loudly. "Neekesh left me because I chose to take over my father's shop rather than become a warrior. The embarrassment was too much for him." Yrin's voice held a little reproach, but mainly just resignation.

"That is not entirely true," Neekesh replied. "Our relationship was impractical, but I have never stopped loving him." He cuddled the other man close to him, making eye contact before slowly lowering his lips to Yrin's. The kiss was tender, lingering a moment before they both parted grinning like fools. 

Looking around, Alana realised that Kalen's mother had left the room. She was quietly glad. The woman was scary, and it was too easy to forget that she was so strong. 

"We shall retire," Neekesh announced, taking Yrin's hand. As they left the room, Alana realised that her and Kalen were left with Olivine and Akia. Kalen didn't seem to like his wife particularly, but he offered her a tired smile. The four of them sat on the floor before the fire, Alana cuddling into Kalen's side. 

"I am glad that you are still here , husband," Olivine opened, "we have a delicate subject to broach. I fear that it will not be to either of your tastes, however." 

"Be simple, wife. I am in no mood for riddles." 

Inclining her head, then looking to Akia for reassurance, Olivine did as asked. "I wish to carry a child, and as my husband you are duty bound to give me one." 

Silence reigned. Alana could feel how dangerously tense Kalen had become beside her. She knew that Olivine had aborted the child that they had previously conceived, and she knew how much he had hated her for it. 

"Wife, do you joke?" 

"No. I want you to impregnate me. Akia and I wish for a child. You cannot have one with Alana, so this would suit the four of our situations." Alana felt her stomach drop at the reminder that, whilst here, she would be unable to start a family of her own. Did Olivine realise she was being cruel? The woman had avoided looking at Alana so far.

"How would you conceive?" All eyes fell on Alana. She blushed.

"The way any man and woman would," Olivine replied, puzzled. Alana had dared to hope for artificial insemination. Obviously, that was not an option. Her head spinning a little, Alana stood. She looked her lover in the eyes and could see his conflict. She could not ask him to turn his wife down, she would never forgive herself.

"Then I wish no part in this discussion." 

It was hours of crying later when Kalen joined Alana in bed. He hushed her, his lips kissing her forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, and finally her lips. 

"I told her no, Alana. You must not cry." There was heaviness in Kalen's voice that had not been there before. "Brint has left, as has Olivine. He will not be in the same room as my mother, and she will is furious with me." 

"Kalen, I know how much you want a child." Alana stroked his chest. "Maybe we can try?" 

"No," he snapped, then sighed. "No, Alana. It is dangerous. I am content with you. I will not take my wife back to my bed." 

Taking a deep breath, Alana spoke. "You must, Kalen." In truth, the thought of him with any other woman made her sick to her stomach, but she knew that she couldn't ask him to give up the opportunity. His eyes met hers, and he studied her face, really studied it. Alana couldn't help but she a few tears as she imagined long, cold nights without him. At least Olivine wouldn't enjoy it, she thought meanly. 

"You would still take me to your bed? Still kiss me? Still love me?" Kalen's voice was strained, as if he was holding himself in check.

"Yes." Alana's voice cracked with emotion. How could she not love him, or any child that he made? She rolled over, turning her back on Kalen. She couldn't bear to look at the obvious joy on his face. He snuggled against Alana's back, his body obviously happy to be there. 

"You don't know how much this means to me," he whispered.

"Yes, I do," Alana replied just as quietly. What she didn't say was what it meant to her. It meant that maybe she really did love him.



Slavery Ch. 14



For once, Alana was pleased that Kalen had spent the night in his wife's bed. The furs were soaked with her sweat, yet she shivered with cold. She could see the concern in Yrin's eyes as he looked down at her.

"You cannot come into work." Alana nodded in agreement. She couldn't remember a time when she had felt so ill. Her chest felt heavy, as if a weight was pressing down upon it, and she just couldn't control her limbs. When she had tried to climb out of bed she had fallen to the floor. It had taken all of her strength to pull herself back under the covers. The effort had left her exhausted. 

"Drink," Alana managed to croak. Yrin nodded, then hurried out of the room. His face was set in a frown. 

It was Kalen that came back with a cool drink. Alana gulped at the liquid as Kalen touched the back of his hand to her clammy forehead. He didn't say a word to Alana; his expression was eloquent, though. Alana's stomach churned at the desperation stamped across his features. When he returned, Neekesh was with him.

"Is it fever?" He demended. Alana nodded, not trusting herself to speak. "Can you stand?" He continued. When she shook her head, Neekesh sighed. He jerked the covers from the bed exposing Alana's damp, naked flesh. The air hitting her skin made her moan. It was almost painful to feel the kiss of the cold. Neeksh studied her without touching her. Looking for what, Alana didn't know. The covers were flung back at her, but she was too weak to arrange them. Instead, she whimpered, pulling at them as best she could. Kalen stepped forward and smoothed them over her.

"If she makes it through the next three days she might be alright," Neekesh stated in a detached voice. "The case studies suggest that if they survive three days, they tend to live." 

"What are the odds?" Alana could hear the pain in Kalen's voice. The room seemed to be wavering in an odd way, and inside she felt numb. Part of her brain knew that they were saying she would probably die, but she couldn't quite manage to be upset. 

"Even Brint wouldn't bet on them." Kalen stilled as Neekesh spoke. Alana reached up and touched her face as something warm and wet trickled from the corner of her eye. At first she thought it was a tear. When she examined her fingers, they were stained red.

"The bleeds," Kalen whispered. Neekesh merely nodded. He turned and left as Kalen clambered onto the bed. Every move made Alana's body scream in protest. She couldn't believe the pain that seemed to be eating its way through her bones and joints. 

"Dying?" Alana managed to croak.

"No. No, you'll be fine," he whispered as he climbed under the furs with her. Alana was embarrassed about how wet they were, but couldn't find her voice. Her vision was turning crimson, and for a moment she wondered if that was how Kalen saw the world. A giggle escaped her, then a rattling, wet cough. Everything seemed to be moving, flowing. 

The first thing Alana heard as she woke was Olivine. 

"I'm sure. I'm pregnant." Her voice was excited. Alana was desperate to open her eyes, to look at the woman and offer her congratulations. Her eyes wouldn't open though.

"Wife, now is not the time," she heard Kalen chastise. Alana wanted him to be happy, too. After all, he had wanted a child. 

"A death, a birth. It is the perfect time." The voice was unmistakably Neekesh. 

"Get out," Kalen growled. Alana felt the bed move beside her. It elicited a small whine from her throat. She felt the room still. 

"Alana?" Kalen asked. She longed to look at him, to reach out and touch him, but all she could do was groan. Strangely, she didn't feel too ill. Her body ached a little, but she was warm and felt steady. A little weak maybe, but not really ill. 

"Alana," Kalen repeated, a little more loudly. It wasn't a question this time. There was a sense of urgency. Hands moved her, propped her up. Alana felt her head loll a little before she was able to keep it upright. Still she couldn't open her eyes. She was starling to panic. 

"Eyes," she managed to croak. No one responded. It took her a moment to realise that she had spoken in English. She tried again in their language.

"Alana, they have been secured shut. We were afraid that they would become damaged. You mustn't open them, my love." Kalen's hand smoothed the worry from Alana's forehead as he settled her back against the pillows. She felt his lips brush her cheek, then the weight of him snuggle down next to her.

"Pregnant." The word came out raspy. 

"You heard that?" It was Olivine speaking. 

"Good, it's good." Alana started to cough then. A cup was pressed to her lips and a cool, sweet liquid swept through her mouth. It made her feel drowsy.

"Sleep, Alana. I won't leave you." Alana did as she was bid as Kalen lay beside her. She could smell his skin; a warm, familiar smell that made her feel safe. 

Alana awoke to the sounds of Kalen's breathing. Looking around the room, she realised that her eyes were no longer taped shut. Pushing herself upright took it out of Alana. Pulling the covers back left her panting with exertion. She couldn't believe how weak she felt. When a warm hand circled her wrist, she shrieked. 

"Kalen," she chastised, "you made me jump." Her voice was breathy, as if she had been running. She looked down at her lover and gave him the warmest smile she could. The look of concern on his face eased a little, and he pushed himself up to join her in sitting. 

"You're feeling better?" His voice was tentative and unsure. 

"Yes." Alana wanted to tell him that apart from a little weakness she was fine, but Brint chose that moment to fly into the room. Before Alana could react, he was clambering onto the bed and wrapping her in his arms.

"I thought you would die!" He hissed with an accusatory tone in his voice. Though his body language proved he was happy to see her, his tone of voice left Alana with the distinct impression that he was angry about her illness. "We aren't used to such fragile creates, Alana. Don't scare us again." Grasping Alana's face in one huge, calloused hand, he met her eyes. Brint's eyes were just as red as Kalen's, his skin the same shade of purple. He wasn't as devastatingly handsome, but reminded Alana of a guy she had known at school. He had been a lovely person, pleasant looking, and always acted like the class clown. A lot of the girls had crushes on him, yet he had seemed really self-conscious. It was like he knew there were better looking men out there, and he couldn't understand why the beautiful girls flocked around him. Alana wondered if Brint felt the same. 

"Will you get off me if I promise not to die on you?" Alana spluttered with laughter in her voice. 

"This is the ninth day, Alana. It was only a matter of time until your heart stopped as far as we were concerned. That you're alive is a miracle." Alana looked at Brint's serious face, then Kalen's nodding head. Shit, unconscious for nine days.

"Did I just wake the once?" 

"No," Kalen replied. "You woke many times over the first few days. I am surprised you don't remember, but pleased. The memories would not make for pleasant thinking."

"I was that bad?" Kalen didn't answer. Instead, he climbed out of bed. 

"Run her a bath, brother. I am going to bring her food." With that Kalen left the room. Brint waggled his eyebrows at Alana, as if he wasn't sure about his brother's abrupt departure either. Alana giggled at his attempt at puzzlement, something that left her coughing as Brint went to run her bath. 

After nibbling at some food, Alana found herself relaxing in the steam of a hot bath. It felt good to be clean again. The steam, however, made her feel a little dizzy; the humidity made it hard to breathe. 

"Neekesh says it will only get worse as the winter progresses." Kalen's voice was thick with emotion, and Alana had a sneaking suspicion that he was crying. Leaning her back against his chest meant that she couldn't look, not without being obvious. 

"Is he a doctor?" Frankly, Alana wasn't sure that she approved of Neekesh giving her medical advice. He didn't really seem to like her that much. 

"No, but he is the closest thing that we've got. Doctors are few and far between here. We let the weak ones die, and soldiers glory in the death that battle brings." Kalen's voice was bitter, angry. Alana thought of his dead sister, and knew that he was thinking the same. She didn't want his thoughts to be painful. 

Turning in the water, Alana pressed the front of her body against Kalen's. The water made his chest deliciously slippery. Sliding her body up his, Alana wrapped her arms around his neck, crushing her breasts against his chest. Underneath her, she could feel his body hardening, lengthening against hers. It made her shiver with the desire to have him inside her. Not quite able to reach his mouth, Alana ran her tongue slowly across one shoulder, lapping up the water that beaded there. The moan that escaped the lips above her gave her a deep sense of satisfaction. 

"You are not well," Kalen whispered, his voice a little horse. Hands wrapped around Alana's waist, stroking hips that had never protruded before. As his fingers skimmed Alana's stomach, she felt them settle on her hip bones. Having not seen herself yet, she didn't know quite how drastic the weight loss was, but she imagined she must have lost a fair amount. 

"I'm well enough," was her reply. Without waiting for consent, Alana nibbled her way down the smooth chest of her lover, stopping only once she reached the nipple. Greedily, Alana sucked both the nipple and the flesh surrounding it into her mouth. It was damp from the steam, soft from the heat, but hardening quickly as she suckled, grazing the sensitive area gently with her teeth. 

Kalen's hands came up to her shoulders, pushing her back. For a moment, Alana was tempted to keep hold of him between her teeth, to hurt him. The urge was so unlike her, though, that she let go. 

"Did I hurt you?" Alana was puzzled. She didn't know why Kalen had stopped her.

"No," he chuckled, "but Alana, you have had no birth control since you fell ill." Alana stilled in his arms. For a moment she thought bitterly about the fact that Olivine was pregnant with his child, but then pushed the thought to the side. He didn't think Alana would survive the pregnancy; he would refuse her a child to keep her safe. She wriggled slightly in his lap causing him to inhale sharply. She could feel his readiness pressed against her, so close to where she wanted it. 

"There are other things we can do," she whispered against her ear. The words sent shivers down her spine. His hands came up to cup her breasts. He squeezed them gently, her nipples only just peeking above the waterline. Alana arched into Kalen's fingers as her circled her nipples before tweaking them sharply. The brief pain was a surprise, but not unpleasant. 

"Sit on the side," Alana commanded. Kalen raised an eyebrow but did as he was told, his body slithering from beneath Alana and gracefully arranging himself on the edge of the bath. Looking up at Kalen, Alana felt breathless. With water trickling down his chiselled body, and his dark hair plastered to his head, he looked like some alien god. Moving as elegantly through the water as she could, Alana positioned herself before him. Her hands found their way to his knees. She prized them apart, pulling herself as close to him as she could. With his legs either side of her, Alana felt dwarfed. 

The tension in the air was palpable. Both of them were desperate for the others touch, and for release. Alana stuck out her tongue, gently licking the loose skin of Kalen's testicles. The skin was too slack for what she wanted , so she brought her fingers up to delicately stretch the skin over the heavy sacks. Exploring with the tip of her tongue wasn't quite enough. She sucked him into her mouth, rolling him around slightly, enjoying the tenderness. She knew that one bite could cause serious damage, and was surprised that she had to fight the temptation.

To stop herself doing something that she might regret, she switched her attention to the shaft that towered above her. Tracing the ridges, Alana worked her way up as far as she could. In the water, and out of her depth, she couldn't push herself up far enough to reach the thick, smooth head. A frustrated sound that she barely recognised as herself escaped her lips. Strong hands wrapped around Alana's arms, pulling her out of the water, and on top of Kalen as he lay on his back on the cool stone floor. 

Slithering her way down his body, making sure to trail her peaked nipples against him, Alana came to rest her head on the well-defined stretch of his stomach. Alana's tongue darted out from between her moist lips to taste the drop of liquid poised on the tip of Kalen. Even that little attention made him shudder beneath her. Wrapping a hand around the pulsing shaft of his cock, Alana lowered her lips over the taught skin. It felt warm and good in her mouth. Sucking gently, she worked her mouth further down, until Kalen was as far inside her as he could go. 

The water from the bath allowed Alana's hand to glide over the cock in her mouth as she swirled her tongue around the hot, musky tasking skin. Kalen's hand found the back of Alana's head, stroking her hair encouragingly, but not forcing her to take more than she was comfortable with. As she increased the pressure, Kalen's moans filled her ears. Hard enough to mark, but not to break the skin, Alana raked her nails down Kalen's inner thighs. His gasp had her smiling around his cock. 

With a gentle tug to her hair, Alana was pulled up the length of Kalen's body. His still damp skin, she slithered over him easily. Feeling Kalen's hardness beneath her, Alana made a snap decision.

"As long as I take my tablet after, sex will be fine," Alana purred. Kalen didn't ask for clarification, he simply groaned and positioned himself to enter her. Meeting his eyes, Alana smiled in encouragement. Kalen's thrust, when he entered her, was barely held in check. It left Alana gasping for breath. There was no way that she could match the passion in her lover's movements as he held her still against him. 

Alana used her mouth to nip lovingly as she panted against Kalen's chest. Her body was tight around him, her wetness allowing him to glide in and out of her with little resistance. Over and over he came to the end of her, sending a spark of pain shooting through her body. It was a pain that Alana had come to enjoy, however. Her moans became more frantic as Kalen started to tighten his grip on her. When his body shuddered beneath her, she had a moment to regret her hasty decision, before falling limp and content in his arms. 

"I've missed you," he muttered. Alana felt her stomach twist with guilt as she thought of her deception. She wanted a baby, his baby. She knew it was wrong, but this might be the only chance she had at falling pregnant. She had no idea whether he had been checking to see if she had been taking her pills previously, but whilst they lasted she would have to dispose of one a day. 

"I've missed you, too," Alana replied, snuggling against his damp skin. The steam from the water swirled around them. It wasn't long before they were back in the water, Kalen gently cleaning Alana and checking her body for injury. 

"I shouldn't have touched you," he muttered as he found a bruise forming on her thigh. It looked suspiciously like a thumb print. 

"I would have jumped you if you hadn't," Alana laughed, stroking a hand down Kalen's chest in an attempt to sooth his guilt. His concern for her made her feel a little queasy. It wasn't long before he decided she had exerted herself enough for one day, and shoed her off back to bed. Whilst Kalen was out of the room, Alana took out the box that she kept the pills in. 

There were enough pills left for a few weeks. Alana took one from the box and put it in the pocket of the tunic she was wearing. Quickly, she pulled back the covers and snuggled under. Her Limbs felt leaden from the exertion of bathing and love making, her chest tight and her head a little spacey. Still, when Kalen returned with stew she managed to consume it in record time. 

Six weeks passed before Alana was allowed back to work. It was a relief for her to have something to occupy herself with, but more importantly it gave her the chance to question Yrin about Olivine's pregnancy. Kalen had been reluctant to discuss the subject, and Brint was too playful to talk about anything serious. Neekesh, who would have been the best person, spent too much time away from the house. 

"How long are women pregnant for here? I was surprised to see Olivine showing before three months."

Yrin smiled gently at her, "Only six months here, Alana." Alana felt her stomach lurch. She hadn't really considered how fast Olivine had announced her pregnancy, but in hindsight it had been extraordinarily early, or would have been on Earth. 

"How long were the human women pregnant for when they carried your children?" Alana realised that her hand was resting on her stomach. She removed it quickly.

"Between seven and eight months." Alana plastered a grin on her face. She thought about the empty pill box, and the tiny white pills that were scattered in the snow around Kalen's home. It had been six weeks. Olivine had known she was pregnant in three. The disappointment was bitter. Still, she consoled herself, there was a chance. She had had to tell Kalen that she was running out of pills. Yesterday had been her last one, and now he refused to have sex with her. Alana knew that it could take him a while to find someone who knew enough about humans to get her some more, so that meant no more secretly trying for a baby. 

"Alana?" Yrin questioned gently. She realised that she had been lost in her own thoughts. "I know this must be hard for you," he continued, "but it's you that he loves. Without your permission, he would never have given Olivine his child, no matter how much he wanted one." Alana nodded. It was much easier if Yrin thought that was the reason for her interest in the subject.

In truth, Alana wasn't very jealous that Kalen had slept with Olivine; it had, after all, been with her consent. The real issue was that Olivine could give Kalen a child, and Alana couldn't. On Earth a child had not been important to her, but after having her unborn baby taken from her forcibly, it was something that plagued her thoughts. Watching Olivine's stomach swell was a daily torture. 

"Please don't mention this. It would upset Kalen if he thought I was unhappy." Alana felt a little guilt at her deception, but when Yrin winked and told her he would keep things to herself, she was immensely relived. 

It wasn't long before Alana found out just how bad the winter was going to get. Temperatures plummeted, and she was forced to spend more and more time in the underground town where she worked. It had taken her a while to realise that there were houses down there, too. As it became apparent to Kalen that Alana wouldn't survive the cold above ground, he purchased a beautiful home for them both. It was small, and cosy, and only two minutes from her job at the bookstore. 

Alana enjoyed the freedom that the move had given her. She could wonder the streets safe from the elements, and even thought she might be able to make friends. She was a curiosity to everyone, and when she went out alone, many people stopped to talk with her. After being back at work for almost a month, Alana really felt as though she had the opportunity for real happiness. 

It was whilst at work that that looked set to change.

"Yrin!" Alana cried out as the room spun around her. Blackness was pushing at edge of her vision as she clung desperately to the bookshelf in front of her. Strong hands grabbed her just as her knees collapsed. 




Slavery Ch. 14



"Alana, what's wrong? Should I find Kalen?" Alana couldn't answer the question. She couldn't quite manage to make anything work. The room felt hot, and close, and the ringing in her ears was a sure sign that she was going to faint. At least, she thought she would until nausea bubbled to life in her stomach. 

"Sick," she managed to croak, right before she vomited. Yrin didn't stand a chance, really. They were both splattered with the mess, even though Alana had tried her best to avoid them. She found herself hastily put down. Yrin was kneeling before her, helping her to lean back against the shelves. He brushed hair from her face, and had concern stamped across his features.

"Well, this is disgusting." Alana looked up to see Neekesh looming over them. His face was void of any emotion. "If I'm honest, I'm surprised it took this long. We all thought you would be dead by now." Alana managed to glare. Her limbs were shaky, and she felt a little unsteady, but apart from that she felt almost normal. If she was honest with herself, she had been feeling a little 'off' for a few days. 

"Can you stand, Alana?" Yrin asked. Neekesh pushed passed him and hauled Alana to her feet. He passed her a damp cloth, though where he had got it from, Alana had no idea. She wiped herself down as best she could, watching as Neekesh pressed his lips to Yrin's. The two men kissing made Alana's thighs clench. She was suddenly wishing that she was pressed between them, all thoughts of illness gone. 

"I have to get home," she interrupted. She barged past the two men, not wanting them to see the flush of excitement that was undoubtedly present on her cheeks. In her haste, she managed to barrel straight into Brint. 

"Family fucking outing?" She growled at him. He chuckled, taking in her vomit splattered clothes. It didn't seem to bother him. Brint quickly scooped Alana up, pressing her body against his. His usual overfamiliarity made Alana squirm against him in a way that wasn't all displeasure. His body felt good against hers, and if it wasn't for the stench of stomach acid, the moment might have become something uncomfortable. 

"You should take her home," Yrin suggested. Alana turned and looked at him. The front of his clothes were ruined. 

"I'm sorry." 

Yrin smiled indulgently at her, shaking his head to tell her it didn't matter. It was only as she was carried away that her mind caught up with her body. Nausea, dizziness, feeling 'off', no period. She was pregnant. 

That night, Alana snuggled against Kalen. He had been worried about, and had hardly left her side all day. As he held her against his warm, hard body, Alana wondered how many more chances she would get to do this. The fantasy of being pregnant had been great, but the reality was altogether different. 

"You did what?!" Kalen boomed. Alana cowered. She genuinely thought he might hit her. 

"I hid them in the snow." Tears streaked her face as Alana moved to put the dining table between them. It didn't help. Kalen grabbed it and over turned it. He strode towards Alana, backing her up against the wall. She was shaking with fear, her heart pounding in her chest so hard she thought it might burst. His huge hands grabbed the tops of her arms and shook her.

"Why are you so determined to die, you stupid little girl?" Kalen curved his hand around the back of Alana's neck, yanking her against his chest. She felt his arms curve around her, shielding her from the world. Struggling to get her breath back, she clung to him. Her fear of him started to dissipate, leaving her feeling strangely empty. 

"I'm not sorry," she croaked. All around her, Alana felt Kalen sigh. He stroked the back of her hair with a hand that moments ago had bruised her arms. She could still feel the tension, the anger, in the stiff way he held his body. He had merely reined it in, gotten it under control. "We can have sex again now." His hand found her chin and tilted her head up. Alana had no choice but to stare into his beautiful red eyes. She wondered what colour eyes the baby would have. 

"You can't win me over with sex, Alana. This could kill you." The feeling of his rough fingers tracing the tear tracks on her face made Alana shiver. "You lied to me, you tricked me, and now you're going to die. I can't forgive this, Alana." Alana felt cold as Kalen let go of her. He turned away from her, stepping over the overturned table, and left the room. 

Alana hadn't really considered this side of her actions. She knew that Kalen would be cross, but she had thought he would forgive her. She had been selfish and stupid again, and she knew it. Her hand rested on her stomach, wondering just how big she would get. He hadn't threatened her with abortion, just told her she would die. She guessed that meant that he would let her have the baby. 

That night, Alana lay in bed alone. Kalen had stormed from their house, and she had no idea where he had gone. It was cold without him. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought back to the last time he had been this angry with her. She imagined him in the arms of another woman, and the image nearly broke her heart. She chided herself, chanting over and over in her head that this had been her decision, and she must pay whatever consequences there were. Besides, having Kalen's child would be worth it. She thought about the shuttle, and the fact that she could leave. If no one here would help her to survive childbirth, she could find a world where a caesarean was possible. 

It was three days before Kalen returned, and when he did Brint was with him. Alana's heart was racing as Kalen eyed her wearily, as if she might be the one to do him damage. Brint just looked awkward. Alana coughed as she stepped closer to Kalen. Her chest felt a little tight, and she just couldn't shift the tickle in her throat. 

"You're pregnant," Brint accused. Alana smiled shyly in response. 

"Yes."

"Neekesh is being unbearable," he continued. He clearly blamed Alana for his brother's behaviour.

"How so?" She was genuinely curious. She sat down on a cushion on the floor in front of the fire, and watched as Brint settled himself next to her. Kalen stayed standing.

"He wants to come and examine you," he explained. Alana stiffened. Her forehead broke out in a light sheen of sweat, and her whole body seemed to go cold. Brint continued without noticing. "He's very curious about human pregnancy." Alana couldn't help thinking about Neekesh's cold demeanour, his seeming dislike for her, his extensive knowledge. Her body started to tremble as she thought back to Jaron, the other man that had been very interested in her pregnancy. There were so many similarities; she couldn't believe she hadn't noticed before. 

"Kalen," she squeaked, her voice sounding unnatural. He offered no comfort.

"There will be many people interested in a pregnant human, Alana." His voice was distant, almost cold. His eyes were hard. She felt her gut twist. Her hands trembled as she clutched at herself. 

It was Brint that pulled her close as she coughed through her tears. 

"We'll keep you safe," he reassured her. She caught the look of annoyance he gave Kalen. "I wouldn't have said anything if I thought you would be upset. Neekesh doesn't want to cause you any harm, and anyone else won't get close enough to." 

"Olivine is livid." Kalen's statement made Alana freeze. She had thought of Olivine as a friend. 

"Why?" She asked, not quite daring to meet Kalen's eyes. 

"We will all be forced to protect you, Alana. The consequences of the decision you made are far reaching. The whole family will be in danger. It's no longer about you lying to me, or about you putting your life at risk. If people find out about your pregnancy, we will have to defend our home because someone will come for you." Kalen didn't wait to see Alana's reaction, but left once again. 

"What have I done?" She asked herself. 

"It's ok," Brint soothed. Alana snuggled against him, but he smelt wrong. She wanted to be in Kalen's arms, not his. He tugged gently on Alana's hair, so she looked up at him. There was a cheerful leer on his face as he spoke again. "Guess who is home alone with you tonight?" 

It worked. Alana giggled. The giggling started her coughing though. 

"Are you ill?" Brint was suddenly concerned. His face had become serious. Alana thought about it, the shook her head. She knew that illness here was serious, but apart from the cough and the pregnancy symptoms, she felt fine. 

"I'm just tired." 

"Bed time then," Bring said, the leer back. He stood, dragging Alana to her feet. She was surprised when his large hand took hers and led her upstairs, but she didn't resist. It felt good to have him take care of her after days of feeling alone. She wanted nothing more than to spend the night making love with Kalen, but having Brint in the house would at least be company. 

Once upstairs, Brint followed her into her room. He sat down on the bed, and removed his boots. It was only as he stood to start taking off his clothes that Alana realised what he was doing.

"This is my room. The guest room's next door."

"I know. I have my orders though." He sounded cheerful enough, but Alana was confused. 

"What do you mean?"

"Kalen. He told me, in no uncertain terms, that I was to spend the night in your bed, with you." Alana felt her stomach drop. Kalen was one of the most jealous, protective people. He hated watching her fool around with his brother, as much as he was glad that she had a friend. Was this a test, or did he not care anymore?

"I might have a slave mark burned into my ass, but I am not being pimped out to you." Alana was pleased at the annoyance in her voice. She had been a little afraid that it would wobble with the hurt that she was feeling.

"Silly human," Brint teased. "He wants you comforted, not ravished. He's angry with you, but he still loves you. He has left to get help from someone he trusts." 

"Why didn't he tell me this?" 

"He's stubborn, and angry. He's scared. He can't face you right now." Alana nodded at the explanation, then turned her back on Brint. Tears were in her eyes again. She dragged her dress off, then pulled on a tunic to wear to bed. When she turned back around, she couldn't help but gasp. Brint was naked , and more than a little pleased to see her.

"If you think you are getting into my bed like that, you have another thing coming", she hissed. Brint just laughed, and climbed under the covers. 

"Your virtue is safe, little sister, but I wear pyjamas for no one." When Alana still didn't move, she saw a look of uncharacteristic annoyance settle over Brint's features. In a move so fast that she was left breathless, he had her around the middle and threw her onto the bed. Her arms were pinned above her as he settled his naked body over hers, using his knees to part her thighs. 

"I could have you anytime I wanted," he growled above her. Alana was afraid. She looked into his face and saw genuine anger there. She knew the only way to get out of this was to make him laugh, she knew he didn't really want to have sex with her, but was angry at her perceived lack of trust. She trusted him, but just didn't want him naked in bed with her. Unfortunately, she wasn't feeling very funny.

"Quite frankly, I just don't think I would be able to keep my hands off you if you were naked in my bed." 

Brint blinked. He kissed Alana lightly on the lips, then got off her. He gave her a very deliberate wink, then climbed naked under the covers once more. Not really knowing how to make him get dressed, Alana decided it would be the simplest thing to do to join him. 

She was quickly pulled against a lot of naked muscle. It didn't take long for her initial stiffness to disappear, and for her to relax against her friend. Their bare legs entwined as she snuggled into the comfort of his chest, his hand stroking her back. She could feel the bulge of his cock pressing against her stomach, yet she felt a strange lack of either discomfort or desire. Now if it had been Kalen...

Alana wriggled a little at the thought. Brint's hands clamped down rather swiftly around her, pinning her still against him.

"You might be pregnant, and my brother's lover, but you are still a half-naked woman in my bed. It's been a while. Don't test my resolve." Alana was rather pleased to hear the strain in his voice. It served him right, she thought as she deliberately wriggled again, for getting into her bed naked against her wishes. 

Alana found herself being pulled across Brint until her face was level with his. Holding the back of her head, he leant forward and placed a lingering, gentle kiss against her lips. When he withdrew, Alana looked at the expectation stamped across his face. She had no idea what he was expecting, but he was clearly waiting for something. When she made no move, he kissed her again. A peck this time. 

"My brother is an idiot," he sighed, tucking Alana back under his arm. She felt unsure of what was going on, but was left with the conviction that she absolutely did not fancy Kalen's playful, flirty brother. 

"Brint, did you ever sort things out with your mother and that girl?" Alana questioned over breakfast the next morning. With Brint in the house, the table had finally been restored to the position it was designed to be in. 

"That is not something I wish to discuss."

"But, did you make things up with your mother? I know you decided to stay living with her." Brint was shaking his head.

"I moved back in when I thought you were dying. I left when you did. As for the woman I love, she will remain out of my reach forever, I'm afraid. Her family are not supportive of our union either."

Alana opened her mouth to respond, but started to cough. This time she couldn't stop.



Slavery Ch. 15



Alana was horrified to see the table before her splattered with blood. Her first thought, as she continued to cough, was TB. Her second thought was for her baby. Alana felt her body begin to tremble. Brint lifted her quickly, not speaking to her, but rushing her to the bathroom to clean her of the blood that marred her pale skin. Alana wanted to question him, but she couldn't stop coughing long enough to speak. Brint was becoming more and more agitated and Alana clung to him. Her body didn't seem to be working properly, her lungs refusing to take in enough breath to sustain her. Soon, dizziness engulfed her, her body refusing to remain conscious as it suffocated.

The rash, when it appeared, was mottled and black. It was less like a rash than a bruise really, thought Alana, a huge bruise that continued to spread across her chest and stomach. It trailed up her throat, but hadn't yet reached her face. Alana was too weak to move from the bed she had woken in. Brint had informed her that she had collapsed. Her body was swollen and stiff, burning hot to the touch. She struggled to remain conscious long enough to speak to anyone, but seemed to fade in and out of the room.



"She's awake," came a soft voice that at once made Alana's heart tight. 

"Mother?" she croaked.

"She hallucinates," her mother muttered. "The condition is advancing quickly. Is there anything we can do?"

"It will ravish her," her father replied. Alana tried to sit up to see her parents. All of her strain did no good, however. She was desperate to look upon their faces, her heart aching with the desire. 

"Daddy?" She whimpered. 

"Do you know what she is saying? The language is not familiar to me." Alana strained to hear a response. Instead, she heard people moving from the room. Alana couldn't find the strength to call them back, but instead lay in the hope that they would return. 



"Does the baby live?" Alana tried to focus on the conversation. She knew the voice, but couldn't place it. 

"It does."

"There was a lot of blood." Alana realised the voice was Kalen's. She tried to speak his name but her throat was too dry. 

"Your child is as strong as your lover." Content that her child would survive her illness, Alana allowed her thoughts to wonder. Kalen's voice continued to wash over her, soothing her of the aches and pains her body was riddled with. 

"Do you think the delivery method we discussed is possible?" Alana's ears pricked up at Kalen's question. 

"I'm not sure," the stranger sighed. "If done too early then the baby will die, and if left too long the baby may cause her permanent damage."           "It has to be worth a try. She will certainly die otherwise." Kalen's voice was heavy with grief. Alana longed to talk to him, and to try and soothe his pain. 

"Yes, but the baby will live, and it's the child that we are interested in." At this statement, Alana knew it was time to fight for full consciousness. Agony tore through her as she tried to move. Not a sound escaped her lips as she tried to speak. Whatever was wrong with her had left her helpless to question the stranger's intentions towards her child. 



Alana dreamt. Murky brown water swirled around her. Her eyes could barely see two feet in front of her. Cold seemed to be seeping in through her every pore. Alana's chest was burning from the lack of oxygen, but she knew to take a breath would be the end of her. Fiercely, she thrashed her arms and legs about in an attempt to struggle to the surface. If she was honest with herself, she wasn't quite sure where the surface was any longer. 

Eventually, nature took over. Alana's body betrayed her, forcing her to suck in a lungful of foul, freezing water. Spluttering didn't help as she continued to gasp and pant. Her chest felt heavy, her vision blurry, and her head was ringing from the lack of oxygen. 

"Alana, swallow." The voice seemed to come from a great distance. Continuing to struggle, Alana ignored the advice. She worried that hallucination meant the end. 

"Alana please, you must swallow." The voice sounded familiar. Impossible. There was no one familiar left. With that thought, Alana remembered why she had jumped, and with her resolve set firmly on death, she swallowed. 



"Alana, look at me." Alana spluttered, her eyes meeting scarlet orbs filled with concern. 

"I was drowning," Alana croaked. As soon as the words left her lips she realised that her suicide attempt had been close to a year ago. 

"Drink again." Alana did as she was told without question. She felt dazed, confused. The liquid was cold and bitter, making Alana cough as she swallowed. Her coughing reminded her that she had been ill. Heavy limbs and a fluttering heart told her she still was. 

"Kalen," she croaked. Alana reached out to touch his face as he hovered over her, but was unable to lift her arm more than a few centimetres off the bed. "Am I dying?" 

"No, Alana. You're getting better. The drink will help you." Kalen smoothed hair from her face. It stuck to her damp skin. 

"How?" Alana felt confused. He had told her that there would be no medical help.

"It seems that mother can be quite resourceful, for the right price." Kalen's voice sounded angry, bitter. "Let's just focus on your recovery for now, though. You must sleep." Kalen eased himself onto the bed next to Alana. Looking up at him, she realised that she was still exhausted. Curling up against his warmth, Alana found her thoughts untangling. It was hard for her to follow anything through to conclusion. Something was niggling at her, but as Kalen's hand started to smooth her hair from her forehead, she slipped into sleep. 



Three days passed with Alana drifting in and out of sleep. Feeling better, she had started to get restless just laying in bed. Propped up on pillows, she gave Kalen a genuine grin when he entered the room with a pile of books.

"Neekesh thought I should bring these from mother's," he said, gesturing to the books as he placed them on the end of the bed, just out of reach.

"Neekesh? I'm surprised he's considering my entertainment needs," Alana said. She was still smiling, but as Kalen's face stayed serious, her smile started to slip.

"I was surprised, too. However, he thought I would be interested in the content of your reading material. Your choices seem rather narrow in breadth." Alana winced. She glanced nervously at the books on shuttle maintenance, the surrounding planets, fuels, navigation, and maps of different solar systems. 

"Kalen, I can explain-"

"- Whatever you were planning Alana, I don't need to hear it. I want you to keep studying these books, and when you finish, I will buy you some more," he interrupted. 

"I changed my mind," Alana insisted. "When we moved down here I-"

"It doesn't matter. Just promise me you will do as I ask. For once, just do as I ask." Struck by the emotion in Kalen's voice Alana promised. It was a promise she certainly intended to keep. She no longer longed for escape; her freedom underground was enough to keep her happy. Still, she didn't want to spend the rest of her life there, and hoped her and Kalen could have adventures. She loved to fly, and would enjoy teaching their child. Alana refused to consider that she wouldn't be alive to raise it. 

"Will you tell me what's wrong?" 

Shaking his head, Kalen replied "Not yet. Things are not certain enough. I want to be prepared, though. Brint will be here soon. I have to go." 

"Why did you ask him to sleep in my bed?" The words were out before Alana could sensor herself. 

"What?" Kalen snapped, instantly attentive. He closed the gap between him and Alana quickly. She gasped as he grabbed her wrist. "You spent a night with my brother?" 

"The night before I fell ill, he told me you had told him to sleep in my bed. I tried to argue, but he was certain it was what you wanted. I trusted him." Alana was starting to panic. 

"Did you have sex with him?" Kalen's face seemed to be carefully blank. Alana knew he was holding back his anger. She had thought that the request had been strange for her jealous man. 

"No. I swear." 

Kalen nodded, then pecked Alana on the forehead. He left without another word. Feeling nervous, and more than a little confused, Alana reached for a book. She felt guilty for getting Brint in trouble, yet had been bothered by Kalen's treatment of her. She was sure his brother had only meant to offer her comfort, but it had sat uncomfortably with her that Kalen would have asked him to. 

What bothered Alana more, though, was the fact that Kalen had asked her to continue her study. She wanted to know what was happening, and had a horrible feeling that she knew. It was like having pieces of the puzzle, but not knowing what the picture should be. There were snatches of conversation that she could almost remember, but not quite. Frustrated, Alana determined to ask anyone who came to visit what was going on. 





"Finally dragged your lazy arse out of bed, have you? Here, grab this," Harold ordered, thrusting a sweeping brush at Alana. Feeling a little shaky, she gripped it with both hands leaning as much weight on it as she dared. If it slipped and she fell, Harold would have no mercy. 

"What are you doing here?" She croaked.

"Fucking fine welcome that is. Still, I don't know what else I expected. Valued member of the family my arse." Well used to Harold's moaning and muttering, and knowing that his complaints held only affection, Alana plonked herself down on the nearest chair.

"Is it just us?" She hadn't seen Kalen for days now. Neekesh had been banned as his interest in her pregnancy made her uncomfortable, and Brint was taking his life in his hands if he crossed the threshold. Olivine was still angry, with Akia showing her lover strong support. Kalen's mother had never been overly friendly, and Yrin was at the shop. 

"I have to split my week, apparently. Cleaning one home just isn't good enough." 

"I'm sorry," Alana replied. She felt like she should apologise though she wasn't sure what for. 

"It's not like they'll have been looking after the place while I'm away either. Mark my words; there'll be days' worth of washing up festering away when I get back." He sighed. Harold met Alana's eyes for a moment before he swept his eyes over her body. "You look like shit." 

"What's going on, Harold?" Alana sank further back into the chair cushions, dragging the brush over her lap. 

"I'm fucking cleaning your house." He stood, hands on his hips, glaring at Alana. She smiled a little, then outright grinned. Finally, she burst out laughing. Thankfully, Harold did the same. When he had calmed a little, he continued. "If I'm honest, I've got no fucking clue. They've all gone a bit crazy. On another note, you really need a bath." 

Sniffing herself, Alana couldn't help but agree.



As she sunk into the bath she started pondering her pregnancy. She had worked out that Olivine must be about three and half months by now. Alana had no idea how far along she was herself. She thought that perhaps six weeks was about right, maybe seven. Her hands slowly explored her body under the water. She had certainly lost weight after being ill again, but her lower abdomen seemed a little rounder. Bringing her hands back up, Alana cupped her breasts. They seemed fuller, and a little tender. She could just be imagining it, she thought. Surely her body shouldn't be showing signs before two months?

"I hope it's thoughts of me that have you squeezing your breasts like that?" Alana jumped at the voice, turning guiltily in the bath. If her cheeks hadn't been flushed already from the heat, she just knew she would be bright red.

"I was thinking about our baby." Alana spoke softly, not wanting Kalen to leave again. She missed him desperately whilst he was off doing secretive things. 

"There is someone willing to try your method of delivery." He didn't sound happy, Alana thought. 

"A caesarean, really?" She almost winced at the sound of the hope in her voice. It was true she was desperate, but should she let him see that? She still wasn't sure what was going on.

"I only came back for clothes, Alana, and to tell you I love you."

"Wait, please. Can't you tell me-"

"No. I will be gone until tomorrow night, and then you shall know everything." Studying the man before her, Alana gulped. He looked so alien right now, so distant. Apart from the moment of tenderness when she awoke from her illness, he hadn't shown her any affection. Was he preparing himself for her death, distancing himself so that it was easier? Forcing a small smile onto her face, Alana nodded. She didn't trust herself to speak. 



"Harold, I want to visit Yrin at the shop. Will you come with me?" Alana waited for a refusal, and had already steeled herself for an afternoon in doors. After her bath she had felt much stronger, but so lonely.

"You can bloody go yourself," Harold hissed as he scrubbed the stone floor in the kitchen. His long, thin arms looked surprisingly muscled with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. 

"Am I allowed?" Alana hoped Harold didn't notice the shock and doubt in her voice.

"Why the fuck wouldn't you be? Now piss off and leave me to my cleaning, you nightmare of a woman. Oh, and if you pass the market, I need something to cook you tonight, as if I don't already have enough to do." Trying to stifle a grin, Alana practically skipped from the kitchen. She couldn't leave the underground, but freedom was freedom and she would take it any day.



Working her way through the bustling crowd, Alana realised how ill she still felt. She was relived to arrive at Yrin's shop, perching on the stool behind the counter as Yrin made her a drink.

"I've missed being here." 

"As I've missed you, Alana," Yrin replied. He squeezed her hand briefly, before retreating to a safe distance. Alana hadn't considered whether she was contagious before, but she guessed she might be. Seeing her frown, Yrin smiled, "I don't want to give Kalen a reason to be angry towards me. He is on edge enough as it is." 

"You're gay!" Alana couldn't help but laugh. Yrin shrugged, dragging a stool over to sit a little closer to Alana.

"Your lover is not a happy man, Alana. He has so many balls in the air at the moment that, if he takes his eye from them, he is bound to drop one or two." Yrin was uncharacteristically sombre. Alana was used to him being serious, but there was usually an underlying positivity. Today, that was gone.

"Can you clue me in on what some of these plates are?" Much to Alana's surprise, Yrin nodded. 

"To start with, there is Olivine. She is angry with you, and is threatening to deny Kalen access to his child. He is trying desperately to placate her."

"I've really messed things up, haven't I?" Alana couldn't look anywhere but at her hands as the clasped each other on her lap.

"Yes." Alana's insides squirmed at Yrin's bluntness. "Alana, you have made things very difficult. Another ball is your health. The most important thing to Kalen is keeping you alive." Yrin stood and came to stand beside Alana, his arm wrapping around her shoulders. Still not looking up, she leant against his side, enjoying the heat. 

"Kalen's mother agreed to help with your health care. The price was that the men who helped you would gain custody of your child. Obviously, that is not something that Kalen would have agreed to. It was decided behind his back." 

Alana knew that all of the colour had drained from her face as Yrin's grip on her became almost painfully tight. The world seemed to sway a little as she absently stroked her slightly swollen stomach. 

"He won't let it happen Alana," Yrin soothed. "Brint's lover, the one his mother denied him, her family wants a peaceful world with a government rather than families with large territories and constant war. They also disagree with using cross-bred babies to further the world's military might. Kalen is trying to gain their assistance."

"Yrin, I know nothing about babies being used for war." Alana felt sick to her stomach. She wished she hadn't come. 

"When we have conquered other worlds, we have studied the products of interspecies mating. If they are strong, they are used to help our warriors. They are kept as slaves, trained to fight, to die. They have been incredibly useful as they are often immune to diseases that our warriors succumb to. The offspring of humans that have mated with our race develop few human characteristics. The ones they do develop are very valuable; our race is short of intellectuals, scientists, and many lack any social grace. The babies that come from human mothers often have these traits, but are not weak like you."

"That is why they want my baby?" The shock made Alana's voice empty, monotone.

"I can only assume so. Your death will not matter to these people, Alana, not after the foetus becomes viable."

"I have to go." The shop seemed suddenly hot. People knew about Alana's pregnancy, something that Kalen had warned against. She couldn't be out of the house. Stumbling from her seat, Alana all but ran to the door. Her heart was already hammering in her chest from the small exertion, but she didn't stop. Weaving through the shoppers, she didn't stop until she had slammed to door to her home. Her body was trembling all over. Knowing that Kalen wouldn't be back to ease her worries until the next night, Alana decided she needed to brush up on her reading. 





"Your mother is selling our baby!" Alana yelled, throwing a book at Kalen. She had repeated to him the conversation that she had with Yrin, and he had tried to placate her. It wasn't working.

"We won't hand the child over, Alana. They will help you, and then we will kill them." Alana shut her mouth with an audible snap. That would certainly solve their problems. "We have months to plan this, my love. Please, stop worrying. This is why I didn't want to tell you." Kalen approached Alana wearily. She glanced at the pile of books on the bed next to her and grinned, then giggled. Her mood swings were becoming ridiculous, but she was certain that her hormones were to blame. She was pregnant, after all. 

"I'm sorry, Kalen. I do trust you to care for me. It's scary though; I'm so helpless." Alana's giggling had stopped as suddenly as it had started. She held out a hand for her big, handsome alien. He took it, finally smiling at her. 

"You aren't completely helpless, you know," he said reassuringly, his hand stroking her hair. "All this reading means that if things go wrong you will be able to escape. After our child arrives, there will still be danger." 

"There is one thing I'm confused about. Why is Brint's girlfriend's family being involved?"

"Yrin told you that they disagree with the treatment of the cross-bred children, and their parents. They have offered to protect you and our child. It is possible that you will stay with them during the last few months of your pregnancy, and the first few months of motherhood."

"Kalen, this is something you should have asked me about." Alana was pleased that her voice sounded steely. In truth, she was barely concealing her fear. Kalen looked surprised for a moment, his face twisting in thought. 

"Yes," he replied slowly, "I suppose I should have." Surprised by his agreement, Alana sighed and cuddled closer to him. Things were improving in their relationship, even if it was somewhat slow progress. 

"I don't want to fight," she whispered into his shoulder. Alana's chin was tilted up gently. Kalen kissed her softly, his lips prying hers apart to gain access to her tongue. Alana shivered as his tongue caressed hers. His lips then trailed across her jaw and down her throat. Moaning, she pressed herself against him, his muscles feeling solid and safe beneath her fingers. She tugged at his clothing, desperate for him to remove it. 




Slavery Ch. 15



Hurriedly, Kalen undressed. Alana tugged off her own clothes in as much haste. She expected Kalen to take her quickly, after all it had been a long time. Instead, he lifted her, laying her on her front. His hands smoothed their way up her bare back, massaging her tense muscles deeply. Alana shuddered with pleasure. Her body felt as though it were melting under his hot, skilful hands. 

Kalen retreated to Alana's calves. He smoothed the skin there, squeezing gently. His thumbs pressed deeply into the tissue until it was almost painful. Once Alana was groaning, his ran his hand up to her thighs, giving them the same treatment. Next came her buttocks. He manipulated the flesh, parting them as he worked, his fingers occasionally brushing Alana's tight asshole until she pushing herself up against his hands. Between her thighs was damp, throbbing and eager. 

"Please," she moaned. Pushing her thighs apart, Kalen allowed his fingers to trail through the moisture before pulling them away completely. Instead of feeling his cock between her legs though, Alana was surprised to feel his tongue. It circled her asshole making her squeal and squirm, not sure if she was enjoying the sensation or not. Kalen's hot, stiff tongue started lapping closer and closer to the place Alana wanted it, pushing into her slick pussy. Grinding herself against his face, she knew the angle wasn't right for him to find her clit. Suddenly, she was flipped onto her back. 

Three thick fingers were inside her before she knew what was happening. They were maddeningly gentle, moving softly, and slowly within her as Kalen's tongue swiped over her clit. Panting and moaning beneath her, Alana grabbed his hair, holding him in place. He sucked her clit and the surrounding flesh into his mouth, nibbling gently until she exploded. Then he was gone. Legs splayed, recovering from the best orgasm she had in a long time, it took Alana a moment to notice that Kalen had left the room. Chilled a little, she tugged a cover over her. 

"Kalen," she called, but got no reply. Confused, she debated getting out of bed to look for him, but decided to stay where she was. She was warm, a little sleepy, and deeply satisfied. When Kalen returned, sliding into the bed beside her, she had almost been asleep. He pulled her close. 

"You left," she murmured. 

"You're too small to be gentle with." 

Looking up at him, Alana frowned, "You've never been too concerned before." Kalen's hand skimmed over Alana's heavy breasts, and down to the small bump. He stroked gently, nuzzling the top of her head. Alana guessed the tenderness explained everything; he didn't want to hurt the baby. Considering his size, it wasn't unreasonable to think that she could be hurt. It wouldn't have been the first time he had been too rough. 



Winter deepened as months passed. By the sixth month of her pregnancy, Alana looked like she was ready to birth triplets. She couldn't believe that there was at least four weeks left. Even walking had become almost impossible. Sprawled on a cushion by the fire, Alana read, her hand stroking her swollen stomach absently. Kalen was due back any minute, and she couldn't wait. She was starving. HE had given her strict instructions not to move until he returned, and in all honesty, she couldn't have got up without assistance. 

"I'm glad to see you where I left you. If I knew how well behaved you'd be, I would have got you pregnant much sooner." Looking up, Alana smiled at the father of her baby. She knew that he loved having her a little helpless. It made such a contrast to the women of his world; when they were pregnant, they never stopped. If it had been a human baby, she supposed she wouldn't have either. 

"How were they?" Her stomach clenched a little with nerves. 

"He's so beautiful, Alana." Kalen's words made her chest ache. He must have seen something in her face because, though she tried to keep it happy, he sat down next to her cuddling her close. "He looks like Olivine, though. There isn't much of me in him." 

"I'm glad that you were allowed to see him," Alana said, her voice betraying her upset. She knew it was selfish for her to be jealous of Kalen's child, but it just reminded her that she wasn't his only concern any more. 

"Alana, Olivine and Akia don't want me to have anything to do with him. They have allowed me to see him, and will allow me to continue to see him occasionally, but I will not be there to raise him." Guilt twisted in her stomach. Though she was a little pleased, she knew that his non-involvement was because of her. If her child didn't survive, Kalen would have nothing. 

"I'm so sorry." 

"Don't be," he said, his hand running gently over her stomach. "Everything I need is here."

Climbing to his feet, Kalen then helped Alana up. She felt clumsy on her feet, waddling as she moved. Kalen spent a lot of time laughing at her. Helping her to the dining table, it wasn't long before Kalen served up dinner. It had been cooking slowly whilst he had been out. There meal was interrupted, though, by a knock at the door. Exchanging puzzled glances, Kalen rose to open it whilst Alana pulled a blanket over her lap. It wouldn't hide her stomach completely, but if the visitor wasn't too curious, her pregnancy might go unnoticed. 

When Kalen returned, it was with the man who would perform Alana's caesarean. Sighing in relief, she carried on eating as he took a seat opposite her. Whilst this man wanted to keep her child, he was no immediate danger to her. 

"How are you feeling, Alana?" His question was brusque and business like. Every visit had been the same. He asked about her health, and the baby's movement.

"I'm well, but tired. Moving is getting difficult. I can't imagine being much bigger," Alana told him honestly. 

"You will grow substantially over the next month. For your health, it would be prudent to operate in the next two to three weeks. For the baby's health, I would be happier with six."

"Six is fine," Alana replied. She wouldn't risk her baby.

"Four," Kalen interrupted. "I won't risk either of them." The glare on his face dared either Alana or her doctor to argue. He nodded in agreement. 

"Have you been feeling ill at all, Alana?" She shook her head in response. "I didn't expect you to have been ill, if I'm honest. Reading several case studies has informed me that humans pregnant with our species gain immunity to our illnesses. Your early sickness was because the foetus was still too young."

"Will she remain immune after delivery?" Kalen had a hope in his voice that almost broke Alana's heart. If she died he would be devastated.

"No one has survived to test how long immunity lasts." The reminded silenced both Alana and Kalen as her surgeon took his leave. 

"We have to be ready, Alana," Kalen warned. 

"We will be."

"It won't be just him."

"I know," she replied, shivering a little at the thought of what they must do. They had agreed that the baby would be delivered at the home of Brint's lover, a woman that Alana had yet to meet. Her family, peace loving as they were, had agreed to kill the men who would deliver her baby before they could take it. Neekesh, Yrin, Harold and Kalen's mother were unaware of the plan, as were Olivine and Akia. Kalen had decided that only Brint could be trusted, and Alana couldn't but agree. 

"Alana, you will be given the child. All you will have to do is protect it whilst we kill them." 

"No," Alana replied. This was something that she had thought about over, and over. "Kalen I'm too small, and I will be weak. Someone else must take the baby, someone who can protect it. Give it to Brint's lover. She will be strong enough to protect him or her." 

"Sharia, her name is Sharia. At this point, Alana, I will agree to anything you want."

"Will you give me a knife?"

"Yes, though if you need it I will have failed and there will be little hope left for you." 

"Ever the optimist, " Alana smiled, touching Kalen's face in tenderness. "I do love you." His smile made her heart flutter. 

"I bought something for you. I was saving it, but..." He trailed off. Curiosity peaked, Alana shuffled in her seat as he fiddled in his pocket. "Close your eyes," he commanded. Grinning like an idiot, Alana obeyed. Kalen took her hand in his, and not for the first time she marvelled at the size difference. Picking out the third finger on her left hand, her wedding finger, Alana felt a ring being slipped onto it. Opening her eyes, she gasped at the beauty of the scarlet stone. It was surrounded by diamonds, and set on a silver band.

"You told me once about marriage on your world. I believe I have just proposed." Kalen looked pleased with himself. Alana thought he had every right to. She knew she was beaming. Throwing her arms around her fiancé, she kissed him over and over again before thoughts of Olivine brought her back to reality.

"You're already married, Kalen."

"On this world, yes, but only in name. We don't have to stay here though. Where ever we settle, we will marry properly there. For now though, I wanted the world to know that you belong to me." He sounded so solemn. 

"They only have to look at my arse for that, Kalen," Alana joked, thinking of the brand. She had tears in her eyes. She felt a little overwhelmed. He wanted her to be his wife, wanted to leave his home planet for her and their child. "You don't know how much this means to me," she whispered.

"Yes," he replied, "I do."



The darkness would have been complete if they were above ground. Below ground however, a stealthy night time escape seemed slightly pointless. The lamps were all lit, and people were everywhere. The baths were open late night, as were several stalls and cafes. The layers of clothes and the cloak did little to hide Alana's gigantic stomach, and nothing could disguise her waddle. People openly stared. She saw some that she had been friendly with before her months of retreat from the outside world. They waved and smiled, but she could see a finality in their eyes; they didn't expect to see her again. As Alana waddled past the bookshop, she hoped to see Yrin. It was shut, though. 

Outside, the cold stole Alana's breath. Months underground had protected her from the winter, but for the few moments that she was exposed to the elements, she realised that staying with Kalen's mother would have been a death sentence. The thought panicked her and, as they entered the shuttle, Alana turned to Kalen in horror.

"Sharia's home will be too cold. It's why we moved here."

"Sharia's home will prove to be a pleasant surprise. I wouldn't take you anywhere that would cause you harm," Kalen reassured her. Too tired to argue, Alana looked at the controls of the shuttle with longing. It would be amazing but impossible to fly whilst she was the size she was. Out of breath and achy, Alana collapsed into a chair.

"You should have let me carry you," Kalen chastised. She could hear the tension in his voice. The baby kicked at the sound of it, adding another bruise to her already mottled stomach. Over the last few weeks it had become incredibly strong, and very lively. She kept telling Kalen it was a boy, but he was sure it was a girl. He kept telling her that all the women he knew were strong, feisty and mischievous. 

"I'm not an invalid, I'm pregnant." In Kalen's view the two words had become synonymous. His disapproving glance clearly told Alana what he thought of her independence and bravado. There were moments when she agreed with him. She was sure that she was unnaturally large. 



The idea that Alana was unnaturally large was confirmed when she met Sharia. As the sun rose over the horizon, the woman gasped, then chastised Kalen for not bringing Alana to her home sooner. Alana was surprised at Sharia's appearance in turn. Unlike the women she had seen everywhere else, Sharia was lithe and graceful. Her arms were toned, but not muscled like the warrior women. Her hair was styled, and she wore a flowing gown. She seemed somewhat elfin.

Kalen had been correct about Sharia's home: a carved stone tunnel led underground, and was lit with elaborately carved sconces; the rooms were airy and bright, with skylights filling the roofs; there were fires in every hearth, and piles of cushions to lounge on; Alana's bedroom was filled with books, blankets, and places to rest. 

"You have a lovely home," she panted as she settled down on her bed. She was exhausted. "How do you keep the skylights from being covered with snow?"

"They are heated," Sharia smiled, and proceeded to explain a complicated procedure that kept them that way. Alana nodded where she thought was appropriate, but didn't really follow. It was obvious that the beautiful woman before her was very intelligent. 

"Alana, I am concerned for your health. How would you feel if the baby was delivered today?" 

Alana blinked in shock, studying the slight frown on Sharia's face. Her hands cupped her stomach protectively, massaging the stretched skin. She loved having her child inside her, loved knowing it was safe and warm, but she also longed to meet the baby. Kalen took her hand and, as she met his eyes, she nodded.

"Good, I will make the arrangements." 



Alana spent the day drifting in and out of uncomfortable sleeps. She woke every time someone entered the room, and people were in and out often. Kalen stayed with her the whole time, soothing and hushing her when she fretted. It was only when familiar voices filled the hall outside her room that Alana pulled herself together and struggled to wake properly. Her heart was glad to see at least one of her visitors.

"Your stomach looks like it should have its own moon," Brint grinned as he entered. He bounced down on the bed, making Alana wince. He didn't seem to notice though. His hands were dragging her tunic up before she could stop him, and all Kalen did was glare. Large calloused hands were exploring the shaped of her, poking and tapping, stroking and, eventually, kissing. It was as Brint kissed her stomach for the second time that Kalen finally stepped in.

"You will be able to kiss the child for real soon. Let my fiancée get some peace." The strain was clear in Kalen's voice. 

"Fiancée? What would that be, exactly?" Neekesh drawled, rolling the foreign word from his tongue. He didn't wait for an answer. "The surgeon is here, brother. Say your goodbyes." Brint had frozen on the bed, expecting Kalen's anger. He wasn't disappointed.

"I will not leave her." 

"The poor man is afraid that you will butcher him as he butchers her." Neekesh had a smug look on his face that alarmed Alana slightly. She gripped Kalen's hand tightly in her own.

"Neekesh, I don't want you in here whilst I have my baby." His eyes narrowed at Alana, but then he nodded.

"Very well." He turned sharply and left the room. Alana felt a little better once he was gone, but still very uneasy.

"Kalen -"

"- I'll watch him," Brint interrupted.

"No, my love," Sharia's soft voice drifted through the doorway, "we will supervise the operation. Neekesh is right. Kalen will not idly watch the man cutting up the mother of his child." 

"Your hospitality is an unrivalled kindness, Sharia, but don't presume-"

"Be quiet, warrior. You will do as I bid you. It will do Alana no good to have you in the room with her." Alana looked at Kalen. He looked as though he would quite like to hack Sharia to pieces. 

"Kalen," Alana murmered, "I think she's right. If this was a normal birth I would love to have you by my side. I promise, I will shout if I need you. Brint will be able to protect me, and Sharia can comfort me. You can be ready to kill them as soon as they have sewn me back up." 

Alana knew Kalen didn't like it, but he nodded stiffly. He pressed his lips to hers in a lingering kiss, and then left. Alana wasn't upset by his departure; she understood that it was difficult for him to leave her, and was better to get it over with. 

"Alana," Sharia said kindly, sitting by her side and taking her hand, "we have some issues to discuss." Brint crawled over to Alana, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and taking her other hand. She sagged wearily against him. 

"The surgeon will bring two men with him to assist. His priority is the child, and if you both fall into distress, it will be the child he saves first."

"I understand," Alana nodded. She was glad. Everything inside her urged her to put her baby first.

"There will be three of them, and two of us. I'm no warrior, Alana. Things could go wrong, very quickly." There was worry in her eyes.

"I won't let them," Brint promised, earnestly. 

"My love, you are a mighty warrior, but even you can't win three against one and hope to protect two women and a baby." 

"So what's the plan?" Alana insisted. She had watched Sharia's eyes soften as she spoke to Brint. It made her heart ache for Kalen. She thought of the way he had said fiancée and smiled to herself. It would be alright, it had to be. 

"After they have sewn you up, and once either myself or you has hold of your child, Kalen and Neekesh will enter. It will be three on three, and your lover is from a fine family of warriors. There should be no contest. Once the surgeon and his assistants are dead, you shall stay here for several months. Eventually, you will return to home."

"If things go wrong?" Alana hoped they wouldn't but she needed a plan.

"I will carry you and the child to your shuttle. You will run." 

It sounded like a good plan to Alana. The only issue was that she was going to be given strong drugs in order to treat the pain. As of yet, no one really knew the effect they would have on her. Due to her pregnancy, she hadn't been willing to test them. If they killed her now, the baby would still survive. 





"Swallow this." The command was snapped. Not for the first time, Alana wished she was back on Earth. As far as midwives went, the three men standing around her would have been no-one's first choice. Swallowing the bitter liquid, Alana eyes the knives on the bed beside her with trepidation. She squeezed Sharia's hand which resulted in the woman stroking Alana's hair. 

"Close your eyes, Alana." She did as she was told. At least Sharia was kind. Brint was so on edge that he had been told by his lover to stand in the corner, and to shut up. 

The world started to fade a little. Alana sighed. She felt a slight tugging of her skin. Opening her eyes, she looked down with a sense of detachment as a glossy red split opened across her lower abdomen. They were cutting her open and she couldn't feel any pain. She relaxed back, the fact she was having a baby a distant memory. The ceiling above her swam, the voices around her jumbled into a low, dim hum, and all sensations ceased. 

It was as she was coming to that Alana realised she must have missed the first sounds her child would ever make. A faint tugging at her breast indicated her baby was feeding. She lifted her leaden arms in a drowsy attempt to touch the purple, wrinkled creature. 

"Restrain her." Her arms were pinned to the bed. "She is in no state to touch the child; I will not risk it." Alana felt confused. She could feel her stomach being sewn together, could feel the needle piercing her skin, but there was still no pain. 

"What is it?" She managed to croak. 

"It is not your concern," came a snapped reply.

"You have a healthy baby boy," Sharia reassured her.

"We have a healthy baby boy," a familiar voice corrected. Looking up, Kalen had appeared over her. The tugging at her stomach stopped. 

"We will take the child once it has finished its feed." No one responded to the surgeons statement. He turned his back on the bed. Sharia swapped places with Kalen, then all hell broke loose.

Kalen's massive curved sword bit into the back of the surgeon's neck, but got no further. Tugging it from the wound, Kalen plunged it into the surgeon's side as he drew his own sword. Brint joined in the fight as the Sharia lifted Alana from the bed. Her and the child she clutched to her breast were hurried through the door. 




Slavery Ch. 15



They passed Neekesh, Sharia striding towards the entrance hall. Alana tried to shut out the sounds of the fight behind her. The curses and cries were too much. Then, Sharia stumbled. Crashing to the floor, Alana curved her body around her child. A deep moan told her that Sharia was injured, too. Neekesh towered over them, a bloody knife in his hand. Before Alana could react, Sharia lashed out, planting a needle in his thigh. In reaction, Neekesh stabbed Alana's protector, opening a deep gash across her back, before he himself stumbled and fell.

Sticky with her own blood, Sharia managed to find her feet. She lifted Alana, staggering forward with her. Fortunately, Kalen took that moment to appear. He snatched Alana from Sharia, running towards the tunnel that led to the shuttle. Still feeling disconnected, Alana struggled to process what was happening. She knew she should be worried, scared even, but couldn't bring herself to feel that way. Instead, she felt dozy and content. 

It was only as the frigid air of outside hit her that Alana started to panic. 

"Kalen-"

"- There's no time," he barked. Looking around, Alana could see another shuttle. It was further away from theirs, but two men were approaching them from it. Their swords were drawn. The men reached the shuttle at the same time as Alana and Kalen. 

Alana found herself upright in the snow. Stumbling forward, she hit the keypad, frantically typing in the code with numb fingers. The door whooshed open and she fell in, barely keeping her child against her. A piercing cry escaped her boy's throat at the jarring impact of the fall. Behind her the door shut. Kalen didn't pause to help them, but staggered past. Alana heard the beeping of the console, the vibrating of the engines, and the smooth take off. 

Quickly, she was dragged to her feet. Stumbling against Kalen made him hiss. Alana was shoved onto the bed, to muddled to protest such rough treatment. Her boy was snatched from her arms and placed in a cot that hadn't been there earlier. 

Kalen then collapsed. Forcing her eyes to focus, Alana rolled off the bunk. A fire started in her stomach, right where the stitches should be. She guessed that the pain killer was wearing off. Looking at her man, she was horrified by what she saw.

"No," she muttered, as she tried to put pressure on the wounds. Her hands were soon slick with his blood. Her body didn't seem to be working properly as she tried to climb to her feet to get something to help him. All that happened was that she ended up on her knees over him. 

Their baby's cries filled the small space as Alana sobbed. The wounds to Kalen's stomach were deep, and blood was pooling on the floor beneath him from unseen injuries on his back. 

"I love you, Alana. You're on a course for the nearest friendly planet." His voice rasped from his throat as he cupped her cheek.

"No, no, you can't leave me. I love you. We have our baby to raise. He doesn't even have a name." Alana pressed her face against Kalen's chest. The skin felt clammy. 

"Name our baby, Alana. I want to know what I should call him." Alana's mind froze as Kalen's eyes shut. His chest was barely moving. She tried to think of all of the names she had liked, tried to find one to please him, but couldn't. His dying wish, and she wouldn't be able to grant it. 

"Ashai," she blurted out. She didn't know where the name came from, but she like the sound of it. Kalen's lips formed a smile. His hand tugged Alana's hair, bringing her lips to his. His kissed her, as she shed salty tears across his face. 

"Brint is dead, Alana. Promise me you won't go back." Nodding fiercely, without really thinking about his words, Alana agreed. 

"You are the wife I always wanted," he muttered against her ear. Alana's body shuddered against his.

"And you the best husband." She twisted the ring on her finger, wishing they had been able to marry as Kalen had planned. Alana didn't know how long she sobbed for. Ashai had fallen silent, and Kalen had started to go cold. Dragging herself from his body, she wondered what she would do now. She wracked her drug addled brains as she tried to remember the nearest friendly planet. Staggering to her feet, she avoided looking at the man that was once her lover. She opened one of the storage compartments. Her books were there. Pulling out the one of the solar system she was in, she started to plan for her and her baby's future. 



Sun shone brightly through the window of the shuttle as Alana prepared to open the doors. She was wrapped in a green embroidered dress that she had thought she would never be able to wear again. Ashai was wrapped in soft blankets, his red eyes gazing up at her. His hair was thick, black and fluffy on top of his head. Pressing a button on the wall, Alana spoke the being who was outside the shuttle waiting to greet her.

"The body of me enslaver is on the floor."

"Don't worry. You and the child won't be harmed. Once we have seen the brand on your skin, we will dispose of the body. It is no crime here to end the life of a man who took you from your home." Alana felt a little queasy at the deception, but there was nothing else she could do. The planet Kalen had sent her to hadn't been safe for her alone, but this planet was a safe haven for escaped slaves. She had researched it months ago. They would help her, and not punish her for the dead man within the shuttle. Placing one last kiss on Kalen's head, she studied his features. She had taken her time with his body, cleaning it and making it presentable. She would ask for a cremation ceremony. Looking down at the Scarlet stone on her wedding finger, Alana steeled herself, she would not look back.

Shedding one final tear, Alana opened the door to the shuttle, and stepped out into the sun.