7 comments/ 26856 views/ 15 favorites The Girl from Nepal Ch. 00 By: dragontatto Prelude Nepal, 2112 Jagati Liu sat huddled behind the banister, her small figure hidden in the shadows. She could hear her father and mother yelling once again. She wished that they would not fight so much. Her auntie had once told her that even though her parents didn't always agree that they still loved each other but sometimes it was hard to combine two cultures. "Aakil, I've been more than generous about letting Jagati follow your traditions. But I will not make her participate in the chhaupadi. It's an ancient, out-dated tradition." "Samantha, you do not understand. I cannot abide having an "unclean" woman in my house." "I've put up with making myself absent on the days of my cycle, but I'll not have our daughter ashamed of something that's as natural as breathing. The chhaupadi is based on old superstition. She's only twelve years old, Aakil. She's at a sensitive age and won't understand." "The women of my house have practiced the chhaupadi for generations. I'll not break that tradition now." "Then I'll take her and leave." "No! You won't." "Jagati...you really shouldn't be listening to this," A warm, masculine voice whispered from the speaker next to her. "Oh, Bas, I wish they'd quit fighting!" She leaned closer to the speaker. Even though she knew that he was just a computer program, at times she thought he was the only one that actually cared for her. "I know, Jagati." * * * * Bas watched over the young girl. She was sleeping in her bed with the romance book she had stolen from her mother. He knew she was the purpose of his being. He'd been created solely to protect this child. If he were human he'd most likely fall in love with her. She was lively and always seemed to be giggling. In another part of the house, he could hear the sounds of Jagati's parents making love. He'd often found it bewildering that as intensely as they fought they made love in the same manner. Humans were difficult to understand. * * * * Nepal, 2122 "Jagati, hurry up! You're going to be late." Bas's voice called from her room. "I know, I know!" Jagati stepped out of her shower and grabbed the nearest towel. As she briskly towel dried her waist length ebony hair, she wondered why she was even bothering to hurry. I don't even want to go to dinner with Dad and his partner! Grabbing some clothing out of her closet she jerked them on, her body still damp from her shower. She cursed when the clothing stuck to her. As she fought with the skirt, she heard her father's voice. There had been a time that she'd loved to hear it but now all it did was remind her of the ongoing battle of wills they were having. His views were deeply rooted in the past while hers were more modern. "Bas, has Anderson arrived yet?" Jagati struggled to fasten her bra over her wet breasts. I really should've taken more time to dry off. She almost wished she hadn't been blessed with her mother's ample breasts. She could go without if she'd been more built like her aunt and she wouldn't be struggling with the bra right now. "He's just stopped at the front gates. You've got two point six minutes before he's at the house." "Thanks for the warning." She jammed her feet into her shoes before stomping over to her vanity table. Grabbing her ivory handled brush, she drug it through her damp hair. "I imagine you're excited about meeting your creator!" "I haven't thought much one way or the other, Jagati. I barely remember Dr. Anderson." "Well, Dad has been talking about upgrading you with a new version. But I won't stand for it." She took one last glance at her appearance. Well this is at good as it's gonna get. I'm not out to impress anyone! * * * * After Jagati, Aakil and Lasaro left the house, Bas did a complete scan of the grounds while he thought about her. He knew his longing for Jagati was inappropriate and nothing would ever come from it. As of late, she'd been testing his limits. She seemed oblivious that she wandered around half dressed or nude in front of him. Even without a body, he'd started desiring his petite charge. She's grown into a beautiful woman and one I won't ever be able to possess. * * * * Across town, Jagati stared in disbelief at her father and his friend. Surely she'd not heard correctly. She'd thought they were here to discuss an newer version of her beloved Bas. "I won't do it!" "Jagati!" Aakil looked around uncomfortably. She'd drawn attention to them and it wasn't acceptable. "Dad, I've done many things you've asked of me but I won't marry Mr. Anderson. I barely know him." "You'll learn as you go. You'll find I'm a very easy man to please, Jagati. Do as I ask and there'll be no issues." Lasaro smiled at her. The smile didn't do any thing to calm her nerves. It him made him look like a snake lying in wait. His expression was pleasant but his eyes were cold. Although medium build of with attractive features, he made her feel uneasy. "I am sure any woman would be honored by your offer, Mr. Anderson, but I'll have to decline." She wiped her mouth on her napkin. Pushing back from the table, she excused herself. Lasaro looked over at Aakil with a cool smile. He motioned to the man behind him. "Follow her. I don't want my wayward bride to come to any untold harm." The man nodded before quickly following Jagati. * * * * Jagati rushed into the home she shared with her father. She had to get out of here. "Jagati, how was your dinner?" Bas said, breaking through her panic. "Oh, Bas! Dad wants me to marry Anderson!" "My creator?" "Yes and he's old enough to be my grandfather, Bas. I'm sure he's a brilliant man but I don't even know him! I've got to get out of here!" She ran up the stairs. Grabbing a bag she'd stashed under her bed, she tossed in some clothes. "Where are you going, Jagati?" She stopped at the front door. "You can't leave. How am I to protect you if you leave?" "I'm sorry, Bas. I'm a big girl now. I don't need you to protect me anymore." Jagati took a deep breath and touched her bracelet. It was a beautiful but hidden inside was a tracking device, one Bas used to keep track of her. She'd worn it as long as she could remember. She slid it off her wrist. "Jagati, what are you doing?" Bas's voice actually seemed concerned. "I'm so sorry!" Tears started to flow down her cheeks. She couldn't believe she was crying over a computer program. "Don't leave me, Jagati. Please stay. We'll deal with Anderson. I won't let him harm you." "I have to go, Bas." "If you leave, what'll I do with out you? What'll be my purpose?" "Bye Bas." She darted out the door and disappeared into the night. "Jagati!" Bas's cry echoed through the empty house. The Girl from Nepal Ch. 01 Six months later. "Bas Version 1.2, come on line." Bas opened his eyes. He almost groaned as he tried to interpret the sheer mass of sensations opening his new eyes had caused. "Respond, Bas Version 1.2." "Online, Dr. Anderson." The vibrations of using his new voice box, surprised him. "Good. Can you see me, Bas?" "Yes, Dr. Anderson." He focused on the doctor. "Good, good. What is your purpose, Bas Version 1.2?" "To find Jagati and bring her back to you." "Excellent." The doctor nodded his head, the scribbled on his clipboard. "Do you really think this is going to work?" Aakil stopped next to Lesaro. He'd been dead set against placing the protection program, he'd designed into the cybernetic vessel that Dr. Anderson had developed. "Aakil, you wound me. Who better to track down my bride than your security program, who knows her habits and routines? From what I understand, your daughter has some affection for the program. It will be the perfect tool to bring her home where she belongs." "I still feel uncomfortable about this." "Well, if she hadn't given your men the slip five times in the last six months, Aakil, I wouldn't be resorting to an outdated computer program." Bas stood impassively while the two men argued over Jagati as if she were nothing more than a mere possession. It drove home the fact he was nothing more than a computer. "Come with me, Bas." Aakil grabbed him by his arm. "Of course, Mr. Liu." Bas allowed Aakil to drag him to the door. "Bas!" They both stopped. "Yes, Dr. Anderson?" "Don't fail me. Bring her back." The doctor had a calculating look in his eyes. Bas had a feeling if he failed it would be the last thing that he ever did. * * * * Walking into the house, Bas tried to orient himself. It was a much different perspective than he was accustomed. "Bas, we need to discuss a few things. Code word: chhetri." "Deactivating recorder, Mr. Liu." Aakil nodded in approval. That bastard thinks he so clever but he's no where clever as I. "Now, listen to me, Bas. When you find my daughter..." "Yes, I will find her..." "Don't bring her back here, Bas. Find her and take her far away as possible. I don't want her back in Nepal where Lesaro can get his hands on her. Keep her safe! Do you understand?" "Keep her safe and don't return to Nepal. Yes, I understand, Mr. Liu." Bas turned to leave. "One other thing, Bas. Tell her I was wrong and I love her." Bas nodded. * * * * Bas stood in the restroom at the airport. He was fascinated by his reflection in the mirror. He'd been surprised the first time he had caught his own reflection. He was built like a warrior of the past. He easily stood a head and a half taller than the Indians around him and unlike the darker skin of the people milling around him, his skin was a golden bronze. His hair was the color of honey and he was built like a Viking from the middle centuries of Europe. He stuck out like a sore thumb. He assumed he'd been given this body to better blend in with the people that he would meet on his travels to find Jagati. Scanning his internal files after exiting the restroom, he tried to narrow down the best place to look. The last time she had been spotted was in Chicago, the capitol of the Mideastern Province in the United States of Northern America. He couldn't help but be proud of his little Jagati. She'd managed to stay one step ahead of her pursuers. Not to say when I catch up with her, I won't paddle her little ass for leaving me. * * * * Jagati looked over her shoulder. The constant attention from her new boss was beginning to grate on her nerves. She'd taken this low paying job to avoid being tracked. With no taxes or paperwork, she was certain her father would find it more difficult to locate her. Moving quickly, she picked up the dishes the last customer had left. Waiting tables wasn't anything new to her now. She'd done this several times since she'd left Nepal. Never had she waited tables in such a low end restaurant. Her mother would be mortified if she knew. I wouldn't be waiting tables if my damn sola-car hadn't broke down on me again! Mr. Nyguen had hired her on the spot because he'd mistaken her for a migrant worker in the country illegally. For once she was happy her mixed heritage made people mistake her for Mexicana or Hispanica, the worlds top two minorities. She'd taken the job despite the fact she knew he'd expect sexual favors in return for his generosity. She had to keep moving if she wanted to stay a step ahead of her father. He was quite relentless when he wanted something and he wanted her married. "Jagati, I need to talk to you after your shift, girl." Mr. Nyguen yelled across the crowded diner. "Yes, Mr. Nyguen." She nodded as if she was agreeing with him. Maybe he was going to pay her. She'd been working for two weeks and she'd yet to see any credits. She'd been sleeping in her sola-car to save what few credits she had. If he paid her, she'd have enough to fix it and head out west. I just hope I don't have to sleep with him to get them. He's made it obvious he wants me. * * * * Bas walked out of the Midwestern Regional Airport, squinting at the bright sunshine. His little Jagati was a crafty one. After landing in Chicago, he'd found out she'd moved on. Interfacing with the local computer link, he'd found a car registered in his name, which had an outstanding ticket. Quite clever of her. Aakil's men never would have looked for a car registered to Bas Anderson. So he'd turned around and hopped back on a plane to take him to Newton, a town in the Midwest Region. Now he was here he'd have to find transportation. Walking over to the closest yellow sola-cab, he inquired about a fare to Newton. The cabbie laughed before shaking his head. Straightening, he tried the next three sola-cabs and came to the conclusion, that no sola-cab would take him to Newton. There's got to be a way for me to get there. "Hey there, young fella. Did I just hear you say that you needed a ride to Newton?" There must be one of Samantha's angels looking over me. Bas turned and greeted the older man standing behind him. "Yes. I'm looking for a woman." "And I have a barn full of hay that I need to have spread out in the fields for my hungry cows." Bas stared at him thoughtfully, weighing the options. Would it be faster to help this man and have a ride, or search for another ride? A quick glance around assured him, the later would be more efficient. "If I help you with your hay, you'll give me a ride to Netwon?" The man squinted at him before nodding. "Fine. Show me where this hay is." * * * * Jagati watched as the owner flipped the lock on the office door. She took off her apron and waited uneasily for him to speak. She was sure the talk he wanted to have, had little to do with talking. "Jagati, you've done very well for your first week." Mr Nyguen smiled. His smile sent a chill up her spine. "I..." She fidgeted with the apron in her hands. "Now, I have your credits right here." He patted the front of his dirty chinos. "Why don't you come and get them." He rubbed his hand up and over the zipper before tugging it down. "I've never...." She backed up, hitting the desk behind her. "Shhh...I'll even make it easy for you, little one. " He reached inside and pulled out his unwashed cock. She flinched at the sight of it. She could see in the opening, just past his sex organ, a wad of paper credits. She swallowed roughly. Can I do what he obviously wants for those credits? "I'm not going to wait all day, Jagati. Come here. If you want your money, you'll give me exactly what I want." Dread filled her at his words. Fuck, will I have to sleep with him, or will I be able to get away with giving him a hand-job or a blow-job? I really don't want my first time to be with him. "And what is it you want, Mr, Nyguen?" "You with your pretty, little mouth around my dick. And I'm growing impatient with you. Now, bring your ass over here and start sucking. Or you won't get a single credit out of me." Jagati sank to her knees in front of him. Bile rose in her throat at the thought and smell of what she was going to do to get the money she was owed. Mr. Nyguen growled as she reached up and gingerly grasped him. She held her breath as she dipped her head. * * * * Bas thanked Elmer as he got out of the old battered pickup. After hearing Bas's stomach rumble, Elmer had told him this diner had the best food in the area. Bas was tempted to ignore it but after one disastrous experience, he'd learned his lesson about ignoring his human body. Unlike his other form, his new body required substance to survive. The burn in his arms was unfamiliar but not unwelcome. He felt invigorated by the physical activity. I could easily become accustomed to this body! It's much more satisfying than working the circuitry of my memory boards. Pushing open the door, he walked into the air-conditioned diner. The smells of food were becoming familiar. This was not the first diner he'd been in since leaving Nepal. Sitting down at the counter, he smiled absently at the woman who came over to take his order. After ordering, he pulled the picture he had of Jagati out of his pocket. It was one from his vast memory bank. One that he had printed off before he had been transplanted. It was probably one of his favorites. She was sitting in the picture window of her room. Staring out into the rain, she had been unaware that he'd captured her moment of reflection. When his waitress came back with his order, he smiled in thanks. "Is there anything else I can get for you, Fabio?" Bas looked at her blankly. Fabio? "Pardon me?" "Ah, don't mind me, it's just my off sense of humor, hun." "Well, there is one thing. I'm looking for a girl." He offered the picture to her. After looking at it, she handed it back to him. "Haven't seen her around lately, hun. Maybe she moved on." She turned and went into the kitchen. * * * * Jagati was trying hard not to gag. The smell coming off of his unwashed body was nauseating. She grimly handled his dick with soft hands. Thanks to the barha pikayigu, she knew exactly how to stroke and where to touch to inflame a man. She'd had always hoped it'd be her future husband she'd be practicing on. "Damn, girl! Where did you learn to do that?" Mr. Nyguen panted as his hips jerked against her hands. "In my country, it's a tradition to have the girls trained on how to best pleasure their future mate." "Damn, they did good!" He writhed in his chair when she touched the sensitive area between his scrotum and anus. "Now, show me what they taught you about sucking cock!" Jagati knew the time had come. She could no longer put it off and was going to have to put him in her mouth. This was not what I'd envisioned when I practiced on the synthetic cock Auntie gave me. Leaning in, she grimly licked the end of him before taking him in quickly. When his legs tensed and jerked with pleasure, she realized he was closer to coming than she'd hoped. Bobbing her head quickly, she tried to ignore the rancid taste on her tongue. She needed him to come quickly before she got sick! Sliding the finger that had been toying between his ass and balls, she slowly slid it into his unsuspecting ass. "What the hell!" He arched off the chair and exploded violently. She jerked her head back and grabbed his cock, jerking on it quickly, milking the last of his come with her fist. After he'd calmed, she removed her hands from him. Turning, she walked over to the small bathroom that occupied one corner of his office. Washing her hands, she tried not to stare at herself in the mirror. She felt used. She couldn't believe circumstances had driven her to whore herself for a money. Where was the proud daughter? She's gone. After he'd given her the credits, Jagati had hurried out of the diner and ran to her sola-car. She'd finally had enough money and could move on. It'd been only four weeks since the last time her father's men had found her. She knew it was time to move on. She was pressing her luck by staying. Turning the car on, she winced as the engine protested. Come on baby, get me to the shop and I'll get you fixed. Then we can head out west. Babying it to the garage, she shut it off with a sigh of relief. The mechanic walked out, wiping his hands on a dirty rag. "Good morning, Jagati. She's sounds terrible!" Joe opened her door and helped her out. Unlike Mr. Nyguen, she actually liked Joe. He was an older black man who was known for his smile. "Yes, Joe. I finally came up with the money to have you fix the solar panel intake. How long do you think it'll take to fix my baby?" She fingered the stash of creedits in her jeans pocket while waiting for his answer. "It's going to take at least two days to fix it. I have to special order the part from the factory." He tugged on the bill of his hat. " Where are you going to sleep?" "What?" Jagati felt her face heat up. "I know you've been sleeping in your car, sweetheart. Why don't you stay with me?" "I couldn't possibly..." She tried to think of an excuse. Surely Joe isn't another Mr Nyguen. I couldn't have been that wrong about him. Joe walked over and placed his hands on her slender shoulders. "Jagati, I know you're running from someone and as soon as I get this car fixed for you, you'll be gone like the wind. Let me help you while you're still here. The wife and I would love to have you." Relief poured through her at the mention of his wife. Thank god, he's married. He's offering out of kindness but I still feel guilty about dragging him into my mess. "It's not fair to you, Joe. You barely know me and sure as the sun rises in the east, the trouble following me will darken your door." "Nonsense, child." Jagati turned to see a petite black woman stride from the shadows of the garage. "You'll either stay with us or Joe won't fix your car. I won't have you sleeping on the streets. Now grab that bag of yours out of the car and come into the house." She turned and shuffled back to the house. "Ah, Jagati, I think you should go with her. Once Lilith has decided something, it's better to just bend with the wind." He leaned against the fender of her car. "Your wife, I take it?" Joe nodded sheepishly. "Looks like I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Jagati shook her head before snagging her bag out of the backseat of the car. "Nope." Joe couldn't help but chuckle as Jagati followed his wife into the house attached to his garage. * * * * Bas was finishing his meal when he saw an old battered sola-car drive by. It was making a god awful racket. He quickly glanced at plates on the back of the car as was his habit. His eyes widened when he recognized the plates. Jagati! He quickly threw some money down to cover the cost of his meal before darting out of the diner. By the time he caught up with the car, he saw an older black man pulling it into a garage. As he got closer he realized he didn't see her anywhere. Walking quietly up to the man, he tapped him on the shoulder. The man spun around quickly for his age. "Boy, you scared the living shit out of me!" "I'm sorry. I was wondering if you knew where the girl driving this car went?" "What girl?" Joe looked up at the stranger. He wasn't going to give Jagati up if this man was who she was running from. "Jagati." Bas kept his gaze steady. His breathing patterns show he's nervous and has something to hide. "I'm not going to hurt you or Jagati, Joe. She's the safest person in the world with me. I can't hurt her." "I don't know what you are talking about." Joe turned to leave. Bas put a hand on the older man's shoulder. "Listen to me, Joe. She's in danger. If I don't find her first, another will. He's eventually going to realize that I have double crossed him. Then he will send another after her." "Who are you?" Joe looked over his shoulder at Bas. "A cyborg. I'm a protection program placed in this body with the objective of finding and protecting her. It's been my primary protocol since Jagati was a baby. Her father sent me after her to protect her." "You look real." Suspicion colored Joe's voice. "I know. Jagati's father made sure I wouldn't be noticeable in this country." Bas touched a spot on his wrist. A small panel opened. Inside the panel was a registration tag. He held it out for Joe to examine. "And if I know where she is?" Joe seemed to be weighing his options. "Tell me. I'll protect her to the last breath I draw." "She's in the house." Joe finally replied as he came to his decision. "Thank you, Joe. You won't regret this." * * * * Jagati sighed as she stood under the hot spray of the shower. She couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. She never heard the bathroom door slide open and then close again. She was unaware of the fascinated gaze which lingered on her silhouette. After rinsing her hair, she turned the water off and reached out to grab a clean towel. She gasped when it was handed to her. She could tell by the color of the skin that it wasn't Lilith. The golden bronze of the skin was unfamiliar to her. It wasn't the darker skin of her people but maybe her father had gotten desperate and hired an outsider. "Jagati, dry off before you take a chill," Bas said softly. Bas? Jagati stiffened. She was hearing things! Wrapping the towel around her tight, she slowly peeked through the shower curtain. Leaning against the sink was a man who reminded her of the model who appeared on so many of the romance novel covers. He'd been a very popular during the late 1900's. Fabian, or was it Fabio? Hell I don't remember! Bas watched as her shadow backed away from the curtain. He'd almost smiled when he saw her light green eyes peek out. When she backed away from the curtain, he could've kicked himself. Of course, she wouldn't recognize me. I've never had a body around her. "Jagati, come out. I won't hurt you." "Who are you?" she demanded still huddling against the shower wall. Drawing a deep breath, he pushed off the counter and pulled the curtain open. He reached out and pulled her out of the tub. He wasn't expecting the reaction that he got. She swung wildly at him, catching him under the eye with a stray fist. As he tried to restrain her, he slipped on the water on the floor and fell, taking her with him. He tried to catch his breath as he laid flat on his back with her on top of him. Grabbing her wrists, he stared up at her red face. "Calm down, Jagati. It's me. Bas." "Bas?" "Yes. Your father had me placed in this body. I'm suppose to find you. I'm suppose to protect you. Just like I always have." "I don't believe you. Let me go!" Jagati started struggling again. Bas growled before rolling her under him. Pinning her with his larger body, he laid on top of her restraining her. I'm in serious trouble. I can feel every inch of her little body against me! An unfamiliar tightening in his lower body surprised him. "Stop!" He leaned his head against hers. She stared up at him angrily. Taking deep breaths, he tried to calm the rioting of his blood. He'd not been prepared for this. "What do I have to do to prove who I am?" "Tell me something only Bas would know." "You like to watch the rain fall. You sit in the window seat in your room and watch it. You love romance novels and you play a mean game of chess. And I begged you not to leave me." The Girl from Nepal Ch. 02 "Bas? Is that really you?" Hope flared in Jagati's eyes as she relaxed under his weight. "Yes. Why'd you run? You left me alone. I'm lost without you." He smoothed a wet piece of hair off her face. "I had to. Why did Dad send you after me? I could've resisted anyone but you. I suppose you're going to take me back." "No, Jagati. We're not going back to Nepal. I'm going to protect you. I've no other purpose. It's what I am programmed to do." If he's expecting me to be touched he's in for a rude awakening. "You know, I'm getting a bit tired of hearing about your duty, Bas. I know you're a computer program. I don't need a constant reminder of it." She shoved at his chest and tried to squirm out from under him. Bas stiffened and a soft moan escaped him. Immediately, Jagati stilled. "Bas? Did I hurt you?" She searched his face for signs of pain. "No, Jagati. It didn't hurt, in fact it feels wonderful." Jagati searched the depths of his eyes. It dawned on her Bas was aroused for possibly the first time in his life, but didn't understand it! Poor Bas. "How long have you been in this body, Bas?" She reached up and pushed a section of his hair behind his ear. "Two weeks." "Then you've never desired a woman before? Poor Bas." "I've desired a woman, Jagati. It was before I was placed in this body, so your pity is not needed." Anger darkened his eyes. "Really? I didn't think computer programs could feel desire." "I'm a free thinking program, Jagati. I've the ability to grow and learn. Just because I feel desire towards you doesn't mean I'll attack you at the first opportunity. You're safe with me." Jagati's face heated when she realized he desired her! "You want me!" It came out as a shocked whisper. "Don't worry, chhetri. I'll control it. Just don't ever run away from me again. I need to protect you!" His plea was clearly written on his face. * * * * Lasaro paced back and forth in his lab. His assistant kept shooting him questioning glances. "What?" "Nothing." She fumbled with the clipboard she was holding. "Out with it, woman!" "I'm sorry, Dr. Anderson." With tears in her eyes, she shoved the clipboard at him before running from the room. Looking down at it, Lesaro cursed loudly. It seemed the computer program had found Jagati but hadn't made any contact! Checking the date and time, he concluded Bas had more than ample time to report. Fury filled him. Pressing the small box on his belt, he yelled at Aakil. "Aakil, get your ass over here, now!" Lesaro was still pacing, when twenty minutes later, Aakil walked into the lab. Aakil had an uneasy feeling about this. "It's about damn time, you showed up. That damn program of yours went AWOL!" Lesaro punctuated his anger by throwing his clipboard at Aakil. "Calm down, Lasaro and explain what happened. What program are you talking about?" Aakil bent and picked up the fallen clipboard. "I can't believe I let you talk me into putting him into a body." "Ah, this has to do with Bas. What happened?" Aakil scanned the contents on the clipboard. "He's found her. Two hours ago!" "I see. It says he's had visual confirmation of Jagati. Did it ever occur to you he may have spotted her but doesn't have physical custody yet?" "No, I think that damned program has feelings for her!" Lasaro banged his fist on his desk. "Listen to yourself, Lasaro. Since when does some circuitry and bytes have feelings?" "You did something when you programmed him to protect your daughter. She's always been promised to me, Aakil. I won't have an over-sized computer taking her away from me." "I doubt that will happen, Lasaro. Let me contact him and I'll see what the situation is." "I'm sending one of my men after them. I hope you're not to attached to that damn program." "No! Jagati will be hurt in the process!" Aakil cornered his partner. "What are you talking about?" "You're forgetting Bas's first directive! Protect Jagati from all threats. If you send another after her, he's going to protect her. We'll have a war on our hands. Let me contact him first and I'll see why he hasn't reported in. If I think anything is the least bit suspicious, we'll send it." Aakil was talking quickly. "Fine. Contact him." "I'll do it right now! Give me ten minutes, Lasaro. Ten minutes to find out what's going on." * * * * Aakil hurried into his office. Using his personal laptop, he accessed Bas's programming. Opening it up, he sent a flurry of commands. He waited as they crossed time and space. If Lesaro knew I lied earlier about Bas's capabilities for emotional attachments, this whole damn thing will blow up in my face. What would I tell Samantha about her daughter's death? * * * * Bas stiffened above Jagati. "He's accessing my database, Jagati." "Who?" Fear filled her voice and he could tell she was on the verge of fighting again. "Your father." "I've gotta get out of here. Let me up, Bas. Let me up!" She struggled wildly under him. "Don't!" He pinned her hands above her head while trying to control the response of his body to hers. "Let me up, please , Bas. I'm begging you!" Tears flowed down her flushed cheeks. "He can't hurt you. He told me to tell you he's sorry and he loves you. He ordered me to keep you safe from Anderson, Jagati." * * * * Aakil's eyes moistened with tears when he accessed Bas's memory files and saw a glimpse of Jagati. Relief flooded him, she was alive...even if she was still running. Shutting down the connection, he walked back into Lasaro's lab. "He's spotted her, but doesn't have physical custody as of yet. Be patient, Lasaro. She'll soon be home." Lasaro looked up from his computer, displeasure written all over his face. "You better hope so, Aakil. I'm getting tired of waiting for the bride you promised me. She's of age now, and remember our deal! I bailed you out in return for your daughter's hand and virginity! Tell me, Aakil, do you think she'll still be a virgin when she returns to me?" Aakil winced as regret surged through him. At the time he didn't think he'd had any other option. "She's been on the run for the last six months. Do you honestly think she's had the chance to be intimate with anyone?" "What about Bas? His body is a fully functioning cyborg. You told me she has affection for him. Do I need to worry about him taking advantage of her?" * * * * Starklin Universe Silva slammed the door to her chambers as her consort, Kurlak, looked up from the bed where he was reclining. "Mistress," he greeted as he slowly sat up, the silk sheet pooling around his waist. "Come here." She started unfastening the closures on her gown. "Yes, Mistress." He rose from the bed. Walking towards her in all his naked glory, he stopped in front of her. She trailed one 'taloned' hand across his hard chest. He shivered as her hand toyed briefly with one masculine nipple before following the fine line of hair down to his rampant cock. He hissed as she wrapped her hand around him. She smiled up at him before dropping to her knees. Holding him with one hand, she guided him to her mouth. His groan echoed through the room as she licked the damp head before tonguing the glistening tip. His hands came down and rested on the back of her head as she drew him into her mouth and sucked strongly on him. "Ahhh, yes, Mistress." He trembled as she continued to stroke the length of him while sucking on the head. She released him before surging back to her feet. "Now, you're ready!" She led him back towards the bed. She gave him a hard push forcing him to land on the bed. Lifting her gown, she crawled on top of him. Raking her sharp nails down his hard chest, she positioned herself over him. "Mistress, please," Kurlack pleaded as she hovered over his aching cock. "That's right. Remember it's I, that is responsible for your pleasure ... or lack of!" Her eyes glittered with sadistic pleasure as she lifted her hips away from his straining need. "Silva!" He clenched his teeth before wrapping his hands around her tight waist. She leaned down and nipped his lower lip. "What's wrong, Kurlack? You want something, baby?" She kissed his parted mouth before sitting back up. "Fuck!" He pressed his head back against the pillow. "Oh, that's the idea." She slowly sank down on him as her own groan joined his. "Ride me!" He arched under her as she began to move quickly on him, then tensed as swift pleasures ran through their joined bodies. Silva stared down at the flush that filled his cheeks. It never failed to arouse her passions when she watched him struggle to please her before he went over the edge. "Don't you dare come before me," she warned as she continued to bounce on him. In a way she hoped that he did - for it would give her ample reason to punish him. She loved to watch Josja, her adviser rape his tight little ass. "Never Mistress," he said between his clenched teeth. He reached between them and rubbed the most sensitive spot between her legs. She screamed and her body began to glow when his touch forced her into an immediate, intense climax. Thank the chhetri, she came. I don't think I could have held on much longer. Rolling her under him, he lifted her legs and draped them over the crooks of his arms before surging into her tight, sopping wet depths. Her scream rang out as he started moving against her, this time intent on finding his release. His own body began to glow as the sexual peak came closer. Within moments, the chamber rang with his bellow of release. With both of their bodies cooling and the glow fading from them, he collapsed on top of her with a contented sigh. * * * * Jagati stared across the bedroom at Bas. He was leaning against the connecting bathroom door while she was reclining on the bed. She still found it hard to believe he wasn't just her protection program any longer. He's actually in human form now. How am I going to resist him? I fell half in love with him while he was a computer program, it would be so easy to fall the rest of the way now he's human. It makes me long for things I know I just can't have. "If you keep staring at me, 're going to give me a complex." "Bas, I want us to be friends." "I'll always be your friend, Jagati but I'll warn you now, I want so much more, chhetri." Shock tore through her at his honest statement, along with the unexpected use of his childhood nickname for her. At this moment she felt nothing like his little warrior, especially when added to the desire she could see in his beautiful eyes, she felt so off-balance. "Friends? Is that all you want from me?" Bas sat down on the bed next to her. She swallowed as his masculine smell invaded her nose. He smelled good enough to eat. "Jagati, look at me." Bas placed a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. "I can't hide the fact I find you desirable, chhetri, and I want more but I promise, I won't ask you for anything you won't give to me willingly. While I was trapped inside the computer, I knew it was pointless but I'm no longer watching from inside a machine. I'm free and I don't plan on going back. In fact, I like the freedom this body offers me." He reached out and touched her hair before sliding his hand down to rest on her shoulder. "I like being able to touch you. Did you know touch is one of the senses I could never experience? I could see and hear - but I've never experienced as many scents and feelings as I have since I've been placed in this body." "Bas, I don't know if I can give you what you want; I've loved you forever. You were my protector and friend as a small child. Then you were my teacher and confidant as I grew into a young woman." "Do you think becoming my lover would be too difficult of a step to take?" "Yes. You're asking me for something I don't know how to give, Bas." "Just give me a chance, chhetri. Let me court you and if you still feel the same way when it's done and over, then we'll return to being friends." " I don't know, Bas, I'll have to think about it. It would be a huge risk." "I understand, Jagati. I can be as patient as I need to be but understand this also, as much as I love you, my first directive will always be to protect you. I'll give you the time you need but do not run off on me again. I won't be pleased if I have to chase after you once more." She nodded her understanding. Bas takes his protection duties very seriously and he's determined to protect me! The Girl from Nepal Ch. 03 Bas started to disrobe. Watching Jagati's beautiful eyes devour him, he knew he'd chosen wisely. He'd manipulated Aakil into choosing 'this' body for him. After he'd pointed out to Aakil how Jagati had recognized her own countrymen, he'd no problem with placing Bas inside this particular body. And somehow this body feels right. In my dreams I've seen myself as such a being. "Bas, what are you doing?" "Getting ready for slumber. I find the clothing uncomfortable. I can see why you always choose to sleep in the nude." He slipped his pants off, then straightening, he stood before her in just his under shorts. He reached for the waistband on them, when she grabbed his hand. "Ah, I don't think that's a wise idea, Bas." Her cheeks reddened. "Is something wrong, chhetri?" "I can't ... you can't sleep like that with me. I understand you feel the need to keep an eye on me, but I've never slept next to a nude man before." He watched as a rosy blush crossed her almond-colored skin. He smiled with pleasure as he realized she found this body just as attractive as he found hers. His little warrior was nervous about them being together in the same bed as if she wasn't sure of her self-control. It's not much but I can build on her obvious desire for this body. "I'll leave the shorts if it makes it easier for you, Jagati." "Ah, yes, please, I would appreciate that." She slipped her own shoes off. She reached for the t-shirt that was hanging out of her open bag. She grabbed it and a clean pair of undies before darting into the connected bath. Bas smiled as he sat down on the bed to wait for her. He was looking forward to holding his precious girl in his arms all night. * * * * "Get off, Kurlack! You weigh a ton!" Queen Silva stroked a hand down his heavily muscled back, before swatting him on his well-toned ass. He smiled before rolling off of her lazily. He scratched his chest as he stared up at the ceiling. "Satisfied?" she asked him sharply. He stiffened next to her before rolling on his side to face her. "With you, Mistress? Always." "Good. I've a job for you, Kurlack. I'm sending you to Earth. You're to hunt down the chhetri and kill him." He schooled his features to keep the shock off his face. He hadn't expected her to order the chhetri's death. He knew why she was angry. He'd received a call from Silva's advisor, Josja before she had arrived. The man seemed to enjoy tormenting him. Josja knew in her anger, Silva would be more brutal and easier to provoke into lashing out at her pleasurer. In fact Josja lived for the rare times Kurlack failed because he knew Silva would hand him over to the sadistic advisor. Josja relished in telling him about the fool Earthling who'd released the chhetri. Kurlack had heard the tales of the ancient warrior who'd been imprisoned on Earth because he'd spurned the affections of Silva's mother, the former Queen of Starklin. He wouldn't want to be the poor unfortunate fool who'd made that particular blunder. Silva wasn't a very merciful queen. His back bore bruised testament to that fact, and it was only one of her minor punishments. "You don't want him sent back into the machine?" "No, I won't take the chance on the bastard won't escaping again. I don't know what possessed my mother to place him in that blasted machine when death would've been much better." She rose from the bed, closing her robe, once again the royal queen. "I'm going into refresh myself. I expect you to be gone when I return, Kurlack." He rolled out of the bed. "Oh, and one more thing, Kurlack. Take the soiled sheets with you. I won't sleep on sheets smelling of you." "Yes, your Majesty." He yanked the sheets off the bed, kicking them into a pile before replacing them with clean linens from the chest at the foot of her bed. He worked quickly. He didn't want to be present when she returned. * * * * Jagati stared at her reflection in the mirror. She could see the rosy flush that still filled her face. Pressing her hands to her warm cheeks, she tried to give herself a serious pep talk. She needed to get control of herself. Just because Bas was showing interest in her, didn't mean she'd do anything about it. Despite his protests to the contrary I know he'll either be returned to the machine or be killed fighting to stay free. That's if Anderson doesn't kill him outright for disobeying a direct order. "Get a hold of yourself, Jagati. He's only a computer." She tried to reassure herself as the pain of leaving him a second time tore through her. It had taken all of her willpower to leave him the first time but she'd known at the time she couldn't take him with her. Since he was in a body now, she didn't have to leave him behind; it'd be so tempting to take him on the run with her. She knew he would protect her with everything he had. He was simply programmed that way. She sighed as she slowly undressed, then tossing her dirty clothes in a pile, she reached for the soft t-shirt and drew it on over her head. She briefly contemplated abandoning the panties but decided it would be against her better judgment. If Bas had to wear his underwear to bed, she could suffer the same indignity. Why place temptation in our path? She stepped into the silky underwear - her one concession to vanity. She could care less about her outer clothes, but she'd always longed for the caress of silk against her skin, especially for the most intimate areas of her body. Shutting off the light, she opened the bathroom door and walked out into the dark bedroom. She could tell that Bas was already lying in the bed by his large outline. He'd left only one light on. She stopped next to the bed and stared down at him. "Come to bed, Jagati. I can see how tired you are." Bas's voice whispered to her out of the darkness. Steeling herself to resist temptation, she crawled into bed and yanked the sheets up to her chin. "Good night." She squeezed her eyes shut. Bas rolled onto his side and watched as Jagati clenched the edge of the sheet in between her fingers. He slid his hand over to rest on top of hers. She let out a soft sigh as the tension crept out of her fingers. "Relax, chhetri. I'll watch over you." He listened to her breathing even out and knew she'd fallen asleep. Keeping his hand over hers, he stared up at the ceiling as he drank in the feeling of contentment. It'd been an elusive feeling since she'd left him. In retrospect, he realized he was happy to have her with him. Regardless of 'who' had sent him, Jagati was his. She'll always be mine to protect and love. When she turned over and wrapped one arm around his waist and slipped one thigh between his, he drew in a quick breath. And to desire, he thought as her delicate scent filled his nostrils. His cock grew hard and he knew it was going to be a long night, but there wasn't any other place he'd rather be. * * * * He stared at the woman in front of him. In his many centuries as the protector of the Starklin, he'd served many queens. Unlike her mother before, there was no kindness in Sarith. She was spoiled and expected every citizen to give her everything she desired. When she'd set her sights on him - the most ancient of their protectors, he'd known she was going to throw a royal tantrum. Because there was no way he'd ever forsake his vow of protection to become 'her consort' . As tradition required, he'd taken a vow of chastity until his mate was found. His vowed duty was to the people and the continuation of their race - he was to watch over them, to observe and protect, but never have any romantic involvement with them. He'd been born a Starklinian, but had been transformed from an ordinary man to a being of immortal life and unbelievable strength. "You're refusing to become my consort!" the queen screamed. "Your Majesty, my duty is to the people of Starklin, not to just its queen." He stood impassively in front of the irate queen. "You cannot refuse me. I'm the queen!" She rushed at him. He grabbed her hands as she tried to hit him. "I'm deeply sorry, Queen Sarith, but I'm totally devoted to our people. My sacred vows will not allow me to be your consort or any other woman's," he said gently before releasing her. "You'll pay for this, Aathi Chhetri! I'll make you pay for this insult! You'll regret the day you refused me!" He winced as he closed the door behind him. Bas awoke with a jerk. He rolled over and drew Jagati into his arms. The dream was so disturbing, it scared him. It's as if I'm somehow connected to this immortal being. "Bas?" Her sleepy voice gave him a sense of acceptance. "Shh, chhetri. Go back to sleep." He pressed a gentle kiss against her temple. She sighed and snuggled closer to him before her breathing evened out again. He wished sleep would be as forthcoming for him, but he was still staring at the ceiling when the pink streaks of dawn started to pour in their bedroom window. * * * * Silva stood in the chamber watching as the technicians prepared Kurlack for his journey. As she watched them, she was ripped back to the time she was a little girl and watched the chhetri being prepared to be exiled... He fought his bonds as he was dragged towards the silver sphere in the center of the medical bay. "You won't get away with this, Sarith! Once the elders find out what you have done..." He was drug ever-forward by the guards. "My dear chhetri, who do you think approved this?" She touched the his cheek, before the attendants began to strap him into the sphere. "I'll come back and have my revenge! You'll regret the day you attempted this foolishness!" Gone was the protector of Starklin. In his place was the warrior who'd been awoken. "I highly doubt that," Sarith said with a tight smile. "You see where I am sending you, you'll never be able to return." "Where are you sending me?" "Earth." He paled before using a burst of strength to free one of his arms. Earth was a part of the parallel universe to Starklin. They'd known of Earth's existence, but only a very few had traveled there due to the dangers during transport. More than one Starklinian had died trying to reach Earth. "That's a certain death sentence! You should've just killed me." "Now, why would I do that, my dear chhetri? I want you to suffer." "Because, if there is a way, I will return. Whether there or here, I'll retain my immortality. When I find my way back, you and you're family will die!" "Highly unlikely, chhetri. I have prepared the appropriate prison for you. Once you arrive on Earth, you'll find yourself trapped inside a machine and will never be able to return..." "Your Highness, we're ready to proceed." The technician interrupted her long ago-memories. "Good. Come, Kurlack. I want to go with you to give you a few last minute instructions." Kurlack nodded as he approached the silver sphere with trepidation. They'd made much progress in the last twenty-five years, but it was still risky to attempt the journey to Earth; accidents still occurred even if they were less frequent. "Are we clear on what your mission is?" "Yes, your Highness, you want me to find the chhetri and kill him," Kurlack replied flatly. "Yes. If he returns to Starklin, it'll be disastrous." "Yes, your Highness." "Good. Do be careful, Kurlack. The chhetri has been trapped in a machine for over twenty-five years. He's bound to be pissed! Even on Earth, he's a powerful being." Kurlack nodded reluctantly as he was strapped into the sphere. "Finally, my dear Kurlack, I wish I would've asked your brother to join us. This is going to be painful, and you do know how watching you writhe in pain effects me. It makes me so horny." "You gave me your word! I've submitted to everything you've asked of me and you swore you'd leave him alone! " Anger swept across his handsome face. "I lied. After you're gone he'll be the one to replace you in my bed." Silva chuckled as she turned and left the room. Kurlack stared at the attendant with fury in his gaze. "Release me!" "You know I can't do that, Kurlack. She'll kill my family if I do." The attendant's defeated expression told it's own story. It's no good for me to plead with them for my release. Silva's terrorized everyone of them. "Then tell me what's going to happen to me." "For us to transport you to Earth, we have to separate your soul from your body. For a soul to cross the rift, it can not be contained by a body. We'll be running a high voltage current through you until your body releases your soul. Your soul will attach to the metal sphere, which we'll launch into the rift between the two planets and dimensions. The metal sphere will be drawn to the magnetic pull of Earth's core. Our division on the other side will retrieve your sphere and then transplant your soul into a human body on Earth." "Fuck!" He watched the technician start to flip various switches on the console on the other side of the room. He glared across the room at the glass wall. I know that bitch is watching, and she'll even probably have that sadistic bastard advisor with her. I hope he fucks her in the ass! His body convulsed as the first surge of electricity struck him. * * * * Silva stood behind the thick glass with her advisor Josja. She smiled savagely as Kurlack's body convulsed. Desire flooded her loins. She turned to Josja. "Attend me, Josja." She lifted her robe and bent over, pressing her hands against the glass. Josja paled. His preference was men but his queen didn't care if he got pleasure or not. Silva looked over her shoulder at him and knew he hated every time she made him fuck her. Glancing back as Kurlack continued to convulse, she threw the advisor a bone. She needed to be fucked right now! "You can pretend it's Kurlack you're fucking! Now fuck my ass!" Lust flared high in Josja's eyes as he reached for his heavy belt. Within moments, the queen was squealing her pleasure as she watched the final convulsions shake Kurlack's now lifeless body. Buried deep in her ass, Josja hammered her as hard as he could, growling Kurlack's name as he exploded inside of her. As they straightened their clothing, Silva watched as the attendant's launched the sphere into the rift. "Let's hope he succeeds." Josja came to stand next to her, once more his clothing impeccable. "He'd better. If the chhetri returns, it'll spell certain death for the both of us." Josja nodded. "I've spoken with the team on Earth and they know your explicit instructions. They're going to place the behavior modification module in Kurlack's new brain before they transplant his soul. He may be angry, but there'll be nothing he can do about." "Good." They exited the observation room. "I've also instructed them to reinforce your will with severe pain. Therefore any time he tries to fight the module, he'll feel pain that'll only become stronger the longer he resists your will." Silva turned and looked over at her stout advisor. "I do like the way your mind works, Josja." The Girl from Nepal Ch. 04 When Jagati opened the bathroom door, glanced at the clock next to the bed. It read just a bit before eight in the morning. She stared out the window. The sun was up but it was still early. She listened and knew Joe would be heading out to his garage. In the kitchen, she could hear the the clatter of pots and pans as Lilith started breakfast preparations. She stopped at the foot of the bed and gazed at Bas. She'd awoken when his breathing had evened out and he'd dropped off to sleep. Looking at the bags under his eyes, she decided to let him sleep. She dressed in a hurry, then slipped out, quietly shutting the bedroom door behind herself. * * * * He opened his eyes expecting to see a lab identical to the one on Starklin. Instead he saw a man in odd clothing standing before him; while next to him was a petite little girl sucking on her fingers. "Jagati, sweetheart, this is your new friend. He will always be here to protect you. His name is Bas." The little girl pulled her fingers out of her mouth and stared up at him with big green eyes. "Hello, Bas." He looked down at the little girl and smiled. "Hello, Jagati." "Pretty lights." She reached up to touch him. He tried to crouch down in front of the little girl's offer of touch. He frowned when he realized that he couldn't move. What was wrong here? What was wrong with him? He looked down to see no body but instead - miles and miles of electric wires and computer chips. She'd done it, he realized with horror. She'd imprisoned him inside of a machine! Anger surged through him. Now if he could only remember who 'she' was! "Now Jagati, you can't be pushing his buttons. You can hurt him." Aakil scolded softly as he pulled her fingers back. His comment pulled Bas out of his thoughts. "Aakil, it's time for Jagati's nap." A willowy woman appeared in the open door way. "I don't wanna take a nap momma!" "I don't understand," he said as Jagati left the room with a willowy tall woman. "Ever since the electrical surge in the lab last week, you have been acting erratically Bas 1.2. Are you sure everything is working correctly? I want you to do an internal scan." He stared at the man in disbelief; what was he talking about? An internal scan of 'what'? He wasn't a master chhetri yet; he had no way doing what the man was asking. "Internal scan?" "Oh for heaven's sakes, you can't mean to tell me that you don't know how to do an internal scan!" Aakil turned as another man entered the room. "I don't know, Anderson. If I can't get this surge issue under control, I'll have to start over from scratch." "You said that the components were working correctly. It must be your programming." The older man stopped next to Aakil. "Regardless, I've got to have it running correctly. I've received threatening letters concerning Jagati. This program, Bas, will be the only thing standing between certain kidnapping and her." Bas stilled as the doctor's words echoed through his system. Someone dared to try and kidnap that precious little girl? He drew inward and examined this new home for his soul. He finally located the programming codes that would give the doctor his desired 'scan'. He used his mind to force the codes to the forefront. He heard whirling and then the soft hum of a printing device nearby. "Finally. Thank you, Bas." Aakil reached for the report laying on the nearby printer. He picked it up and began scanning it. "It shows everything is normal here other than a surge in the electrical wiring." "Dear God, is he going to overheat?" Anderson asked. "No, but it looks like he's rewiring his electric synapses to run more efficiently." Aakil handed Anderson the report. "Impossible!" Anderson's body language became excited as he read. "Aakil, I do believe we have a one of a kind program here. How soon can we mass produce him?" "We can't. This program is Jagati's and hers alone. It's sole purpose is to protect my little angel. I won't have other copies out there that could be used against her." "We'll see about that!" Anderson threatened... Bas awoke with a jerk. "Jagati!" He looked around the room frantically. The lace curtains flapped in the breeze, filling the room with a scent of clean air. The bathroom door was ajar, the light off. He shoved the covers off his legs and swung them over the edge, once more yelling her name. Lilith appeared in the open doorway. "Bas, I see you're finally awake. Are you hungry?" She shifted the laundry basket to her hip. "Where's Jagati?" He looked around for his denim pants. "Relax. She's out in the garage with Joe. She seems quite interested in how he's fixing her car." "Sorry, Lilith. For a moment there I thought she'd run off again." He rubbed the back of his neck. She walked into the room and set the basket down on the bed next to him. "I washed both yours and Jagati's clothes. I figured you'd both appreciate something clean to wear. Come down when you're ready and have something to eat. Jagati was hoping you'd be up before she left for work." * * * * Bas sat down at the table and waited for Jagati to join them. He could hear her through the open screen door connecting the garage to the house as she laughed at something Joe said. Lilith set down a plate piled high with fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, golden hash browns and toast. He could feel his mouth start to water. "Go ahead and eat, BES. Jagati will join you shortly. She said something about washing up and changing into her uniform first." Joe entered the kitchen, drying his hands on the red shop rag. "Work? Where's she working? How safe a place is it?" Bas asked after washing down the scrambled eggs with coffee. He nearly moaned with pleasure. Coffee must be a gift from the Gods. "Safe enough. I figured since I've got a couple of days before the sola-car is ready, I might as well work and make some credits. Besides when I called the diner this morning, Rosa told me they were short-handed. Mr. Nyguen had to rush his wife to the hospital," Jagati said as she came into the kitchen tying a starched apron around her slender waist. She leaned in and snatched a piece of the crisp bacon off his plate. "Hey, that's mine!" He jerked her onto his lap. "Let me go, you fool!" She broke the bacon in half and fed him a piece before shoving the other half in her mouth. "You're going to make me late." She tried to free herself. Bas smiled down at her before gently setting her on her feet. She smiled back and ruffled his hair before grabbing her cap and heading out the door. * * * * Silva sat on her reclining couch watching the communication arc with Aleja, Kurlack's younger brother at her feet. He had his back to the screen as he slowly rubbed warm oil on her feet. Recalling the whipping she had given him to assure his obedience, she thought about what more pain would motivate him to do for her. Shivering with the anticipation of further discipline she imaging the virile young stud in her bed, servicing her needs. Now that I know his weakness, he is mine to do as I please with. "Your Majesty, I have the arc-feed that you requested," the nervous communication tech noted. "Show me the great doctor's demise. This should be interesting." She turned back to pleasurer at her feet. "Aleja, move further up, right now. My calves and thighs need attention too." Lifting her robes to expose her short legs, she expected instantaneous movement from him, but she did not see it. Angry, she slapped him hard across the face. "Do I need to get the whip again?" She offered with icy resolve. "Or will you behave?" His hands moved in the compliant obedience of one who cannot take more pain. "No, please, your Majesty." "I thought not." She purred as she turned her attention back to the communication's arc. She watched as Dr. Liu stood in restraint in his lab protesting loudly. "You have the wrong man, your Majesty. My name is Aakil Liu, and I have done nothing wrong!" "Oh really, doctor, I think not. You have broken the law, by releasing the chhetri. Soldier, do your duty." A muscular guard dragged Dr. Liu to a metal cross and bound his arms to the crossbeam. "I did what, released what?" Dr. Liu protested as if he still did not understand. "You placed the chhetri in a human body, thus releasing him from his bondage." A light seemed to dawn on Dr. Liu "This about my security program being downloaded into the cyborg? Why do you care about this matter?" "You fool, that was no "security program" that you placed in that body." "What?" "You released the soul of the chhetri whom my mother had imprisoned, and now I demand retribution for your insolence." Silva was angry, and that was always bad for the object of her anger. "Retribution? What do you mean? I had no idea that he was anything other than the computer program that I'd designed." "So you thought an idiot like you from a backward civilization designed something so advanced, so complex." Now Dr. Liu hesitated, his uncertainty filling the room. Well...it could have been my design." "Not likely, from such a lowly species. The chhetri was cast out of our world to your wasteland to be punished for spurning my Mother's attentions, but now you have given him his life back, defying me." Silva was now screaming, and Dr. Liu knew he was in deep trouble. "Wait you're not making sense, your world, are you saying you're from another planet." "I rest my case, you're not even aware of parallel dimensions. You deserve to house the assassin, you pompous fool." "Listen, I'm sorry I freed your prisoner, but what does this all have to do with me?" "In order for the assassin to across the rift between the dimensions to kill the chhetri, he must inhabit a body from your world." Silva was amazed at the stupidity of this creature, for he still did not understand what would be done. "The body the assassin will use is yours." "Me. No, please you can't." As Aleja rubbed her inner thighs, Silva gasped at that pleasure and the pleasure of feeling Dr. Liu's trembling terror. I wish I was in the room so I could smell his panic. "Harder, deeper, slave, or you'll feel my whip." She ordered as she intently watched the screen, her eyes never leaving the poor victim who was about to be disembodied by Kurlack's soul. Aleja moved more quickly kneading the flesh of Silva's inner thighs with precision, but now the cruel monarch wanted more. He gasped as she yanked her robes up higher to reveal her naked crotch. "Rub me there, slave, or get a fierce whipping." Pulling his hand off her thigh, she placed it on her intimate wet folds. Holding the hand, she pushed her crotch forward so his finger penetrated her. "I ... no..." "So you'd rather have the whipping," she asked him arrogantly. "No, your majesty ... but my brother told me I was chosen for a special destiny. I must not submit to sins of the flesh, but remain pure for my training." "Remain pure?" Silva laughed. "You mean to tell me that he thought that you were going to become a chhetri? That's simply splendid, for as I tarnish you, I also rob the chhetri of their next protector. Oh, life is indeed grand. Now fuck my cunt with your fingers or you'll never see your brother alive again!" Aleja looked up at her -- his expression torn. He loved his brother, but his ingrained training forbade him from doing the very thing that was demanded of him. "Well!" She hissed, not willing to give him a second of resistance to her will. "Yes, your Majesty" His head slumped as he thrust his fingers inside of her, feeling the molten warmth of her sex tunnel. "Harder, slave, your Queen barely feels that." Silva screamed as the final preparations for the dimensional transference were made on the screen. As Aleja finger-fucked her wanton hole, she watched the screen and saw Dr. Liu writhe and then go rigid as his body was taken by another. "Fuck me, yes, and die, you bastard, as do all who challenge Silva's power!" Screaming as she climaxed, she pushed Aleja backwards to the floor, and he looked up with horror at the raging, sexual mad woman who was his Queen. * * * * "Are you sure you have the behavior modification module in place?" "What's your worry, Sam. He's going to be out of it for at least another six hours." "I don't want to have to deal with another pissed- off warrior. Do you remember the last one we had here?" "It's been almost twenty-five years, Sam. But no, I haven't forgotten." "We were lucky he was destined to be placed into the damn computer program." Kurlack inwardly groaned as their voices grated on his already sensitive nerves. He kept his breathing deep and steady as he tried to focus on the discussion of the two men standing near by. "Well, I'm glad I didn't pick that program. They said Lewis was terminated permanently when the Queen found out Aakil Liu had released him from the computer." "Do you think the memory inhibitor worked on him? As a chhetri-I do seem to recall he was very resistant to the block." "I think so. He hasn't shown up here yet." "That doesn't mean he won't." "God I hope not. Let's give this one another sedative before we toss him into the holding cell." Kurlack hissed as he felt the stab in his arm before the drug took effect and the blackness beckoned once more. * * * * Jagati gagged as the man howled and dumped his stringy cum in her unwilling mouth. She dropped to her knees as her boss smiled knowingly. I wouldn't have come in if I knew Rosa lied to me. I can't believe I walked into this trap. When she had arrived at work, she'd been drug back to the back room by Rosa and shoved inside to only find Mr. Nyguen and his brother. She was jerked out of her thoughts when Mr. Nyguen started laughing. "I told you she was a terrific cocksucker, didn't I?" "Yeah, she's a good whore. You could charge your customers for a piece of that." His brother tucked his limp dick back into his pants. "Thanks sweetheart. I'll be back later this week for a repeat performance. I might even bring a few of my friends to try you out." Jagati dropped her head in defeat. She could see her immediate future. If I don't get out of here, I'm going to end up being a hooker for this man, not to mention I can say goodbye to my virginity. * * * * Bas smiled in pleasure as Joe slammed the hood on Jagati's car shut. It'd felt wonderful to help Joe work on her car. Between the two of them, they'd managed to finish in one day what Joe had originally told Jagati would take two. "You're a rather handy man to have around the garage, Bas. I've never seen a man take to pulling wrenches as quickly as you did." "It's nothing Joe. I enjoyed helping you with Jagati's car." The shrill bell rang in the front. Bas joined Joe as he greeted the short oriental man at the counter. "Morning, what can I do for ya?" Joe asked him. "I need to have the lubricating fluids changed on my sola-car. You know it needs to have that done, just like a man occasionally needs to release his fluids, if ya know what I mean." He winked at Lilith, who'd just joined them. "Well, I never!" She turned around after glaring at him and returned to the house. "Say, you're new in town!" The man offered his hand to Bas. "Yes, I'm just passing through." "Well before ya' leave allow me to treat ya'. My brother's got this new waitress who could suck the chrome off a muffler. She's real easy on the eyes too. She has this waist-length hair and green eyes. She looks like she's Indian or maybe Mexican. I'd say Mexican by the rack on her." He held his hands out in front of him like a pair of imaginary breasts and laughed crudely. "What's her name?" The pieces began to fall together in his mind. "Hell, I don't know. I wasn't real interested in talking if you know what I mean." The man ran a hand down and squeezed his crotch. "I had more pressing needs than finding out her name." "Why don't you take me there? I could always use this "sucking chrome off a muffler." "Sure. My brother runs this restaurant around the corner. It's only a five minute walk from here." "I'll return shortly, Joe." Bas said softly. "Be careful, Bas. It might not be..." he warned. "For his sake he'd better hope it's not my chhetri." Bas followed the man into the nearly empty diner. "So where's this girl?" Bas stopped next to the him. "I'm not sure. Let me get my brother, he'll bring her. We can use his office. I'd love to have a piece of her ass this time." Fury ripped through him at the thought. I'll see him in hell first. Bas waited impatiently for the man to appear. When he did, Bas could see the family resemblance. He followed both men into the back office where few moments later, Jagati joined them. Yes, Mr. Nyguen?" She stood trembling in the open door. "I've another customer for you to service. Get that ass of yours in here and earn your pay." Jagati swallowed as she walked further into office. She'd hoped to escape her shift without having to do this again today. She dropped to her knees in front of the man sitting in the chair. She hadn't looked at his face. She didn't want to remember. She only hoped he was as quick as the other two men today had been. She reached for the fastening on his pants when his hand stilled hers. "No, chhetri. Why do you do this?" He lifted her face to look into her eyes. She paled as she snatched her hand away from his. "I ... I ... have no other choice." Tears welled in her eyes. "I can't do this, Bas." She stood quickly and started to leave the room when Mr. Nyguen grabbed her. "Where the hell do you think you're going, you little whore? Get on your knees and give this man what he's paying for." He grabbed her upper arm. "You paid for it?" The pain in her chest was excruciating. "I would've given it to you if you'd only asked." "He only thinks I'm going to pay him. I wanted to see if what his brother was saying was true and to tell this piece of shit it won't ever happen again. You're quitting this job and we are leaving, after..." He surged out of the chair. "After what?" She didn't like the look on his face. He looked like he wanted to take Mr. Nyguen apart. "I kick this man's ass." Bas clocked the unsuspecting man with a roundhouse kick to his head. Mr. Nyguen hit the floor like a bad habit — down for the count and out cold. Mr. Nyguen's brother let out a shout and rushed at Bas. Bas met him head on and with another devastating kick, the brother hit the floor piled on top of his unconscious sibling. Only his moan showed he was still alive. Turning to Jagati, he realized she'd fled during his scuffle with the two men. Hell, where did she run off to this time? "Jagati!" The Girl from Nepal Ch. 05 Jagati stormed out of the restaurant. Behind her she could hear Bas yelling at her. She angrily wiped the tears off her face. She couldn't believe he'd seen her like this. She wasn't mad at him, just at herself for placing herself in a position she knew would disappoint him. If I'd known going to the diner would result in this I would've said to hell with the credits! I hate the fact he saw me whoring myself! "Jagati, stop!" Bas caught up with her and grabbed her arm. "You can go straight to Hell." She jerked her arm away from him before continuing on down the sidewalk. "Chhetri, please listen to me." "Don't ever call me that again! I am not a noble warrior. I've whored myself for a few lousy credits. Now, leave me alone, damnit!" She took off at a run, her tears once again flowing down her face. Behind her, she could hear Bas curse as he took off after her. She barely made it a block before he caught up with her. One moment she was running and the next she was being lifted off her feet and tossed over his shoulder. She shrieked in protest until his hard hand lightly slapped her bottom. "Settle down, chhetri," he warned as he quickly walked down the block with casual ease as if he didn't have a squirming woman draped over his shoulder. "I told you not to call me that!" She pounded on his back in frustration. She continued to curse at him, not caring who heard her. He ignored her except for the occasional swat when she nearly slid off his shoulder. He barely felt her blows, and didn't care if she hit him but he drew the line at her injuring herself. Joe looked up from the car he was tinkering on when he heard Jagati cursing Bas. He stifled a laugh as he saw her draped over Bas's shoulder. "I see you found her." Bas stalked by him and headed through the garage and towards the connecting door to the house. "Aren't you going to do something?" Jagati wailed as they passed. "Why? We both know he'd never hurt you, Jagati." He laughed as the screen door slammed behind them and cut off her curse. He shook his head and went back to work. Bas stopped after he entered the room they'd shared the night before. He set her on her feet to only be belted in the stomach by her tiny fist. "Was that supposed to hurt?" "Oh, you!" She shoved his chest as hard as she could. He staggered a bit before landing on the bed. She stomped over to the closet and yanked it open. Reaching up she grabbed her clothes from the hangers, which made a clanking sound as they hit the back of the closet from the force of her jerks. "Planning on going somewhere?" Bas sat up. "Away from you!" "Like hell you are!" Surging off the bed he headed towards her. "I don't know what makes you think you've any say in what I do Bas. I'm a big girl. I no longer need your protection." She tossed her clothes into her bag. Bas stared at her back in disbelief. Inside him, he felt something stir. Mine! With her back to him, Jagati didn't realize the imminent danger she was in. When she moved to the dresser he moved with her, timing his movements to hers. Turning around to leave, the last thing that Jagati expected to see was Bas standing inches away from her. She looked up at him and saw the fire burning in his eyes. Maybe I shouldn't have taken such a vocal stand about this. He looks mad enough to paddle my ass. "What?" Her eyes widened as he crowded her closer to the dresser. "Mine!" Lifting her up and setting her on the flat top of the dresser, his whispered command sent shivers through her. God he's strong! Lifting her hands, she braced them against his rock hard shoulders. His hands squeezed her waist as he crowded even closer to her. She took a deep breath and let her hands slide down to his chest. "Bas..." she started to protest as he dipped his head. Her eyes widened as her gaze locked with his. She could see the dark desire she now realized he'd kept carefully banked since he'd found her. Her gasp was smothered by his mouth when his firm lips covered hers. As he pressed his mouth awkwardly to hers, she realized he wasn't quite sure what he was doing. Is this the first time he's ever kissed a woman? Closing her eyes, she let the unfamiliar caress of his mouth against hers flood her system. Desire pooled deep in her belly as she became vitally aware of the differences in their bodies and just how perfectly they fit together. He stepped between her legs, and wedged his narrow hips between her thighs. She moaned before parting her lips and slowly coaxing him into doing the same with her inquisitive tongue. He arched against her, and then in response, thrust his tongue boldly into her mouth. As the kiss consumed both of them, Jagati wiggled closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as their tongues continued their erotic duel. Bas groaned as he ripped his mouth away from the irresistible temptation of hers. Tipping his head back, he dragged a deep breath of air into his starving lungs. This movement left the strong column of his neck exposed to her. He hissed as Jagati pressed damp kisses against it before sucking on his rapid pulse. Arching in her arms , a long forgotten memory slammed into him... He was sitting in the formal position while his master blessed him. It was time for him to see his future. To learn of his purpose for being. To see if there was a mate in his future to complete him and to be at his side in his quest to protect and defend his people. One that he could give the gift of immortality to. A woman to be at his side to ease the loneliness of his life ... a loneliness that had grown deeper and stronger every passing year. "You need to relax. Don't fight it," his master urged him. He willed his body to relax even more. "Good, now look deep inside yourself. What do you see?" He concentrated on doing what his master asked. Just when he was ready to admit defeat, an image of a couple locked in an embrace slammed into the forefront of his mind. The man was tall and blond and in his arms was a petite woman with waist length hair. The woman had her mouth fastened on the side of the man's exposed neck. He groaned as heat surged through him. Between his legs, the flesh which had never been tempted in the past, stirred to life. "Master?" Opening his eyes, the confusion was evident on his face. "You've seen your true destiny," the older man assured him. "But my vow?" "You'll remain celibate until you meet her. When mate with her, you'll celebrate your destiny. She'll be your partner and supporter in your destiny as the protector of our people. You'll find her in a far-away place but will have to wait to claim her." "I don't understand, Master." "You'll meet her as a child. Watch from the sidelines and wait for her to grow up, Bas'awn, but never once are you to acknowledge she is anything more than your ward. When the time is right you'll claim her. Then bring her here to be yours for all eternity..." Bas jerked back with a harsh moan. Like a small kitten, she had burrowed closer to him. He gritted his teeth as intense desire whipped through him. He could feel every inch of her pressed tightly against him. "What just happened, Bas?" The look of wariness was back and warring with her desire for more of his kisses. "A premonition? A dream maybe?" His expression looked so confused as he tried to make sense of his returning memories. "A premonition? What are you talking about Bas? You're a computer program. You can't have dreams or premonitions. It just isn't possible." She pulled back to meet his gaze before trying to move away from him. "As impossible as it was for me to escape the machine? Or falling in love with you?" He let his heart show in his eyes. She deliberately averted her eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions under control. She had to remember he was programmed to feel this way about her. She'd always been his primary directive. "Bas, you're programed to take care of me; you've been taking care of me since I was two years old. What you're mistaking for love is nothing more than a complicated program the great Aakil Liu created to protect his only daughter." Finally squirming free of his embrace she headed back towards the bed. "You're mine, Jagati! I won't let you forget it. We're destined to be together. I was put inside your father's machine for a reason. I've been waiting several hundred years for you. I can be patient and wait a bit longer but do us both a favor, chhetri don't wait too much longer." He slowly followed her across the room. "An ultimatum, Bas?" she asked with a short bitter laugh. "I can see you're adapting to having a male body. No one would doubt for one moment you're not a card-carrying member of the macho-man club." He stared at her for a moment before reaching out and gently tucking the piece of hair that had escaped her French twist behind her ear. "It's not an ultimatum, Jagati." His voice deepened and passion flared even higher in his beautiful blue eyes. "It sure the Hell sounded like one, Bas. If it wasn't an ultimatum, then what the Hell was it supposed to be?" "A promise. You will be mine." He pressed a kiss against her temple before leaving her alone in the bedroom to ponder on his words. * * * * Jagati furiously wiped the tears of frustration off her face as she continued to shove her things into her bag. I can't believe Bas is acting like every other man I've ever known. Where has my Bas gone to? Well, I'm not sticking around here and have him insist I'm his mate when we both know damn good and well, he's a computer and I'm a human. It'll never work between us, and I know I'm not strong enough to resist him if he turns on the heat. I want him like hell on fire. He's not acting like my Bas anymore and this new aggressiveness is nothing short of an aphrodisiac. I won't fall in love with him! She slipped out of the room, walked quietly down the back steps and silently slipped into the garage, narrowly avoiding being seen by Bas who was sitting in the kitchen with Lilith. Joe looked up from the car he was tinkering on, when she slowly closed the screen door behind her. "Well, you don't look any worse for wear." "Like you said, Joe. Bas would never hurt me." "Going somewhere?" Joe's eyes narrowed as he saw her bag draped over her shoulder. "It's time for me to leave. I'm in a bit of trouble, Joe. If Bas has found me, it'll only be a matter of time before someone else comes looking for me. They aren't as nice as he is so the best thing for me to do is leave. I don't want to endanger either you or Lilith. You've been nothing but kind to me." "So you're leaving without telling Bas?" Joe wiped his greasy hands on the rag he took from his pocket. "Yes, but I want to thank you for extending your hospitality and friendship to me." "Do you have any credits left, sweetheart?" "Not to worry, Joe, I've enough to pay you for fixing my car with a little left over." Jagati reached into her pocket and pulled out her slender stack of credits. She peeled off the majority of it and counted out his payment. When she offered it to him, Joe took it and then counted it before handing half of it back to her. "What's this? I can't take this!" "It didn't take me as long to fix your car, so you don't owe as much as I thought you would. Your Bas helped me and it cut the repair time down by half. I won't accept money for time I didn't spend on it." "I see. Thank you Joe, for everything. Just one more favor. I know you're going to go in and tell Bas I'm gone. I can't stop you from doing it, but at least give me at least an hour head start." She hugged the old man before turning quickly and exiting the garage as quietly as she'd entered it. * * * * Silva stood panting over Aleja's trembling form. Her body was still singing from the incredible release he'd just given her. The terror in his eyes made her pussy gush once more. "Come on, pleasurer, I'm not finished with you yet!" Grabbing him by his hair, she yanked as hard as she could. At his hiss of pain, she laughed. Scrambling to his feet, he followed her, scared of losing his hair in the process. As they made their way to her bed, there was a brisk knock on the door. "Who dares disturb me!" Aleja held his breath in hope he might be granted a reprieve. His hopes were dashed when Josja slipped inside. "Oh it's just you! Came to watch me break in my new pleasurer?" "As always, my Queen." Josja's eyes lit up with desire. I'm in a nightmare. This can't be happening to me! Kurlack promised that I wouldn't have to ever do this! Aleja tried to bolt away from the bed as his desire to flee overwhelmed him. When the queen laughed and he was caught by Josja, terror filled him. "Tie him to the bed, Josja. I want his virginity and if he doesn't please me, then you can have his other one!" Aleja's heart sank to the bit of his stomach. I have no choice. I'll have to please her because Josja scares me more than she does. The Girl from Nepal Ch. 06 Kurlack groaned as one of the men in the white lab coats kicked him in the ribs. This particular man had a vicious streak in him. He'd been torturing him since he'd been revived. If he could get his hands on him, Kurlack knew he would kill him. And it might just be worth the pain. "That's enough!" Dread filled Kurlack as he recognized the voice flooding the small chamber he was confined in. "Yes, Your Majesty!" His tormentor backed away from Kurlack's curled up form. "I see you've made it across the rift. It seems your soul is in one piece and has been accepted readily by the body that was prepared for it. Have you discovered the modification, my dear Kurlack?" Kurlack could tell by her tone, she'd done something terrifying to him and it pleased her. What the hell has she done this time? "Answer her." The attendant reared back to kick him once more. That's it! I've had enough of this! Without thought, he grabbed the man's foot and yanked it hard enough to cause the man to topple over. He was immediately wracked with unbelievable pain that radiated from his groin. He doubled over and drew a harsh breath while waiting for the terrible pain to cease. "Oh I bet that hurt like a bitch, didn't it, my ex-pleasurer? Too bad I'm not there to take advantage of watching you writhe around in pain. Nonetheless, I do have to say the men of your house make wonderful pleasurers. Young Aleja is coming along magnificently. It won't be long before I have him trained to my beck and call. Although dear Josja is hoping he'll wander out of line just once." Her laughter filled the room. Anger ripped through him hot and rampant surpassing the pain radiating from his groin. That vindictive bitch! I'll kill her! "Why Silva? I paid for his freedom with mine." He tried to keep his voice steady as the anger shook his frame. "Because I'm the Queen. Who'd dare gainsay me? I'm the all powerful ruler and I get what I want. For the time being your little brother amuses me. Now it's time for you complete your mission." Her voice faded away as the arch started to disconnect. "Answer me one thing, Your Majesty, if you will?" Kurlack stood his ground as the attendant moved towards him. "What is it, Kurlack?" The tone of her voice oozed with impatience. "Will I be free after I complete this task?" "Of course." "Good. Then pray I never find a way back to Starklin because as sure as I'm standing here, I will kill you!" Darkness swarmed before his eyes as he felt the familiar pin prick in his thigh. Damnit, they drugged me again. Where will I end up this time... * * * * "Did you get enough to eat, Bas?" Joe helped Lilith clear the table. It'd been nearly an hour since Jagati had slipped away. "Yes. Where's Jagati? She can't afford to skip meals even if she's still mad at me." Bas pushed back from the table and turned to head upstairs. "She's gone, Bas." Joe shifted his weight, unsure of how Bas would react. Silence filled the room before a low growl escaped Bas. "She what?" It was obvious Bas was holding on to his temper just barely. "She left earlier. She didn't want to place Lil and me in danger." "That little...I warned her about taking off on me again." Bas stormed out of the room. Joe shook his head as the screen door slammed and knew Bas was gone. He turned to find his wife glaring at him. "Joseph, how long have you known she'd done flown the coop?" Lilith had her hands on her ample hips. "She left just before dinner, Lil. Was I supposed to stop her? She's over the age of eighteen." "Do you realize what danger she's running from? It must be obvious Bas is perfectly able to protect her and you let her go! Now, that boy is madder than an old wet hen, Joseph." "He won't ever hurt her. He loves her. He might be a bit put out with her for taking off but she knew what was going to happen if she took off on him again and still she chose to leave. Why else would she ask me to wait at least an hour before telling him?" "And if she felt she'd no other choice to leave, Joseph?" Lilith slammed the cupboard shut. "He's her man and as such it's his duty to protect her. She knows that and shouldn't have run!" She gave him a glare and stormed out of the kitchen. After twenty years of marriage, he knew that look well. He would be sleeping on the couch tonight. * * * * Kurlack sat up with a moan and held his head. He slowly opened his eyes, not sure of what he was going to find. The darkened bedroom was a welcome site from the cold cell he'd originally awoken in. Stumbling across the room, he caught his reflection in the mirror on the closet door. He stood in front of it and gazed at his nude body. He didn't recognize the body he saw. There were many scars of past wounds on his chest. It was obvious the man who's body he'd taken over, had fought and survived. He critiqued his 'new' body and saw a man who looked to be in the prime of his life. In his late forties or fifties, there were streaks of silver in his hair and while he wasn't overly tall, he had a solid build. This wasn't the body he'd have expected a 'computer designer' to have. "Have you lost your mind, Aakil?" He flinched at the angry tone of the woman's voice. Turning towards the doorway he saw a beautiful redheaded woman. Standing as tall as him and well rounded, the flesh between his legs, which had been soft moments ago, was now starting to harden. "I want to know where our daughter is and now!" * * * * Jagati walked out of the truck stop. She'd utilized their network system to lay a false trail for Bas and her father. Her heart ached but she didn't regret leaving. Giving Bas undue hope would be cruel. But the main reason she'd split was because she was dangerously close to falling in love with him. I rather hurt a little now than a lot later. And staying with him will only guarantee I end up getting hurt. She pushed the strap of her duffel up over her shoulder as she headed back to her sola-car. Her breath caught upon seeing Bas leaning against the fender, his long legs crossed at the ankles. She stopped and tightened her grip on the bag. How the hell did he find me so fast? Here we go again. She moved to run, when his low voice reached her. "If you run again, I'm going to paddle your ass, Jagati." She looked at him, trying to judge if was serious. Licking her lips as he slowly straightened, she fought an internal war with herself. When a conveyance pulling several cars, passed between them, she decided to make a run for it. Behind her, she could hear Bas's dark curse. She fled as if the hounds of hell were after her and not her pissed off protector. * * * * Samantha stared at her ex-husband's nude body. Her mouth went dry as her pussy grew moist. She completely forgotten why she'd stormed back into his house after vowing years ago to never step foot inside it again. She couldn't help but stare at the flesh between his splayed legs. They'd been married for nearly ten years, but she'd very rarely seen him in the light of day. He'd been extremely modest and had always made love to her under the cover of darkness. As his cock continued to grow under her scrutiny, she realized why. When he reached his full length, she saw he was much larger than she'd visualized. How'd that monstrous thing ever fit inside me? "Are you done staring?" Her lips parted on a sudden exhale when his cock rose to press against his tightly muscled abdomen. "What?" She jerked her gaze back to his face. "Unless you want me to fuck you, I suggest you let me get dressed." Wetting her lips, she tried to focus on his words, but her body was once more awake and demanding to be filled by the hard cock not but feet away from her. Narrowing his eyes, he wrapped his hand around his cock. Watching the way she watched his every move, he must have come to a decision. "You want me to fuck you?" "Aakil, please get dressed." She rubbed her damp hands against her skirt. "Are you sure you want me to?" He continued to stroke himself. "Yes...no... I don't..." She dug her fingers into the soft cashmere of her skirt to keep from reaching out to him. With his hand still stroking his hard cock, Kurlack moved towards her. Stopping in front of her, he released himself and took one of her hands, wrapping it around his hot cock. "Damn, your hand feels good." She looked up at him as he bucked against her grip. "Like this?" She pulled firmly on him and was rewarded by fluid escaping his plum shaped head and coating her hand. "Yes!" His mouth covered hers. Samantha moaned. It's been so long! She continued to stroke his cock as she wrapped her free arm around his neck. He growled deep in his chest before lifting her off her feet and falling with her onto the bed mere feet from where they'd been standing. In their fall, Samantha's skirt rode up, exposing her thighs. He landed between them with a groan of desperation. She wrapped both her arms around his neck in equal desperation as his hands slipped under her skirt to grab the edge of her thong. The loud rip filled the room as he tore it free. She squealed and arched in his arms as he tested her readiness by slipping two fingers inside her. "You're soaked!" He trailed his tongue down the side of her neck. "Fuck me!" She wrapped her legs around his waist and trapped his hand between their bodies. No more teasing damn it! I"m tired of his power plays. For once he's going to put out the fire in my pussy! She took all choice away by rolling with him. She smiled victoriously as she ended up on top of him. If his surprised look was anything to go by, he was definitely shocked. "Whoa!" He grabbed her hips as she straddled him. "I want to fuck! Now!" He clung to her hips as she sank down on his throbbing erection fast and hard. He caught her downward momentum and tried to slow her down. "Shhh, slow down. I'll give it to you. Don't hurt yourself." He gritted his teeth as she went wild on top of him and struggled against his hold. "You promise?" He nodded, caressing her hips and waist. His answer calmed her and she slowly stilled. "Take your top off." He eased her down another inch before lifting her back up while she fumbled with the buttons. Giving her short little thrusts to acclimate her and to tease her, he watched her every movement. She gave a sharp moan as he hit a particular spot inside her. Damn, he's going to make me come, if he keeps hitting it! "Very pretty." He helped her toss her camisole and shirt aside. Her breasts bounced as her arms lowered. Releasing one hip, he cupped her right breast with the palm of his hand. He squeezed and teased as he urged her to take more of him. "So deep!" Her teeth gritted as she attempted to take him deeper. "Slow, baby." He cupped both of her breasts. "I need more!" Leaning forward, she pressed her mouth against his as she rotated her hips. Under her weight, he grunted before rolling her back over and then under him. Coming up on his knees, he cupped her ass and pushed himself deeper. He moaned slowly as he sank completely inside her. "Yes!" She arched beneath him, feeling every inch moving within her. "Now, move!" "Gladly!" He pulled back and sank back into her with the same slow precision he'd used moments before. Watching as her face contort with obvious pleasure, he pushed both of her legs over the crook of his arms and held her steady for the coming ride. Sweat was dripping down his face. "Are you ready?" She could tell he was on the verge of losing control. Her pussy clamped hard on him in anticipation. "Yes, I'm ready!" She bucked up to meet his slow thrusts. "I'm sorry. I can't control it any longer." He tightened his arms on her legs. "Tell me if I hurt you. I'll try to stop." "Like Hell you will!" She grabbed at him. "You will ride me deep and hard. Now!" "Yes, Mistress!" Kurlack obeyed as her tone and words sent him back to the countless times Silva had demanded such things from him. Mistress? Samantha had no time to grasp the importance of his words as he made good on her order. He began to ride her savagely. Under his pinioning weight, she arched her back and screamed. "Ride me, you big-dicked bastard!." She gazed up at his face noticing the strain on it, just before he forced her over the edge for the first time. "Aakil!" Pleasure more intense than she anything she'd ever before experienced flared throughout her body. "Yes, 'cum' for me, Mistress!" He continued to pound against her, prolonging her orgasm. She whimpered when he pulled out and rolled her onto her stomach with her ass sticking up in the air. Swatting it once, he buried himself inside of her pussy once again. She screamed into the bedding as another prolonged orgasm raced through her. He's so deep in me in this position. I'm surprised he's not coming out my throat! "Can I come now, Mistress?" His thrusts became harder and faster now. Samantha looked over her shoulder at him. For just a moment the passion that clouded her judgment cleared and she saw him clearly. This wasn't the man that she married, she realized. It might be his body - but it wasn't his soul entombed in it. As she tried to grasp the meaning of it all, his voice broke her concentration. "Please Mistress!" While begging her, it was obvious he was fighting to control his imminent orgasm. "Yes! Fill my pussy full of your come!" She locked eyes with him over her shoulder as she met each one of his thrusts with one of her own. Behind her, he moaned his relief. Samantha thought his actions had been forceful before, but it was nothing compared with his desperation and strength now. She caught her breath as another orgasm ripped through her. She was oblivious to the fact that behind her Kurlack too reached his peak. She slumped under him. The Girl from Nepal Ch. 07 "Jagati!" She winced as she darted into the truck stop. It was quite obvious he was pissed. The startled cashier looked up as she ran by him, heading towards the back of the building. "You can't go back there, Miss!" He stood as if to follow her. She ignored him and burst into the kitchen, startling the cook. "What the hell? You can't come back here!" The gangly cook wiped his hands on his stained apron. "Where's the back door?" She looked around the kitchen, desperate for an exit. "What?" His face was wary. "The back door. Where is it?" She pushed past him. "There." He jerked his head to the right. Nodding her thanks, she headed towards the door. She darted out it and around the corner and ran smack dab into six feet four inches of pissed off male. "I ought to paddle your ass!" Bas picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. "Put me down!" She struggled for breath. His hard shoulder knocked the wind out of her lungs. Bas didn't answer as he headed towards the densely forested area behind the truck stop. "Where are we going?" She wiggled in an attempt to slide off his shoulder. "Stop it!" Smacking her on her rounded bottom, he continued on his chosen path. She went still as the sting from his slap translated into desire. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm tempted to see if he'll do it again. "Damn woman, you couldn't resist pushing could you? You had to run. I thought you were many things, chhetri but I never figured you for a coward." "I'm not a coward!" Jagati smacked his back in frustration and felt tears well in her eyes. "Really?" Hauling her off his shoulder, he held her with deceptive ease in front of him. Noting the tears in her eyes, he pulled her closer to him. "I'm not!" Her stubborn words muffled by his chest. "Hiding isn't going to change the fact you ran from me, Jagati. I've never hurt you and I've always done everything in my power to make you happy. Do you realize how much it hurt me when you left?" She saw the pain in his eyes, when she brought her gaze up to met his. Pain she'd never meant to put there. "But you're a computer..." "No, I'm not a computer, damn it!" "Then what are you?" Disbelief colored her words. "I had a life before being stuck in your father's damn computer!" "What are you talking about?" Jagati took a step away from him and wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes wary. "I don't know!" His movements were abrupt as he ran his hands through his long blond hair. "I've been having dreams about a time and place before I was imprisoned in the machine." "Oh, Bas." She stepped forward and lifted her hand to touch him. "Don't!" Jerking back from her out stretched hand, he glared at her. "I don't want your pity." "It's not pity. You're my friend, Bas! I care about what happens to you. Why else do you think I ran?" She was fairly shouting at him now. "Really? Could have fooled me." He turned away from her. "Oh, no you don't!" Grabbing him by his arm, she yanked him around. "Let go." He turned to her with an icy glare. "No! You think I want to spend the rest of my life on the run? Damn it, Bas. I can't go back there and marry Anderson. But if I don't, he's going to continue to send men after me and I won't put you through that! I want you to be happy. Take the chance you've been given to find a life, if it's what you want." The ice in Bas's eyes thawed. Lifting his hand, he cupped the side of her face. "Bas?" "I want a life. With you." His head lowered, and leaned in far enough to cover her lips with his. When his lips closed over hers, she stilled, obviously fighting the need to respond. As her lips softened under his, Jagati went limp. I can't fight this anymore. One little taste won't hurt. Just one memory to take with me when I leave. Bas's moan rumbled in his throat before he lifted and pressed her against the trunk of the nearest cedar tree. Tearing his mouth from hers, he drew a deep breath into his oxygen-deprived lungs. When he ground his aching cock against her mound, she wrapped her slender legs around his waist to pull him closer. The pleasure was like nothing else she'd ever experienced before. I want him! I don't want to stop! "Bas!" She tried to reach for his mouth but he tipped his head back exposing the column of his throat once more. "Jagati, chhetri, we can't do this here." "What?" The desire clouding her mind started to clear. "Let me take you somewhere with a soft bed. I want to make love to you like you deserve and not up against a tree. Your first time should be special." She stiffened in his arms. "You're assuming a lot here, Bas. I never said I was going to make love with you. A make-out session does not entitle you to access to my bed. Now, please put me down." Unwrapping her legs from around his lean hips, she tried to slide down his body. "Why, so you can run away again?" "Let go of me!" When he continued to hold her tight, her temper exploded." "Who died and made you boss? Let me go!" She smacked at his chest in frustration. "I'm the chhetri, I am the protector of the Starklin and you!" "What the hell are you talking about? You barely can keep up with me let alone protect this Starklin!" Bas stood as if thunderstruck. "No one ever has disrespected my abilities the way you have! You're one small woman! A woman who is fighting me tooth and nail, Jagati! I'm finding you have knack for pissing me off! You are my mate, my other half who will stand at my side for eternity! Your running off on me isn't doing anything other than prolonging the inevitable." "We'll see about that!" she mumbled under her breath as he dragged her back to her sola-car. "Yes, we will!" * * * * Kurlack stared at the woman in front of him as the water continued to pound on his shoulders. When she'd joined him in the shower, shock had still been roaring through his system. He couldn't believe he'd given into the ingrained practices of a 'pleasurer'. Surely, my true nature hadn't been beaten down for so long I don't know how to make love without being submissive to my partner's needs? "What's wrong, Aakil?" Sliding between him and the shower head, a soft moan escaped her as the hot water cascaded over her. "I'm not submissive!" Jerking her to him he caused her to drop the bottle of cleanser she'd been pouring into her hand. "I never said you were!" Samantha pressed her hands against his wet chest. "You will submit to me!" Renewed desire flowed through him, hardening the very large member between his splayed thighs. "What?" Shock filled her face just before he spun her around and pressed on her back, forcing her to bend over. Samantha groaned as her hands landed on the waist high seat positioned in the corner of the shower. A scream of pleasure flew from her mouth as he buried his cock deep inside her wet body. * * * * Lesaro Anderson stared at the couple in front of him. Samantha Liu stood rigidly before his desk with her ex-husband. They'd united against his quest to 'claim' their daughter. "What do you mean Jagati is not mine?" "I've spoken with my husband, Lesaro. He assures me Jagati ran because he made a deal with you. A deal so objectionable Jagati ran from it. She didn't want to marry you, Mr. Anderson. So, any deal you've made with Aakil is done. And without my permission, you know you can't legally marry her. So leave her alone. I want my daughter home." Samantha turned and left. When Kurlack turned to follow her, Lesaro stopped him. "Aakil, you're going to let her talk to me this way? You assured me she wouldn't be a problem. You swore you'd get her to sign the affidavit to allow the marriage." "Whatever deal you had with Aakil is done. Samantha is her own woman and I'm surprised he promised this to you. Leave her daughter alone." "Why are you talking about yourself in third person, Aakil? You promised me!" "Because I'm not Aakil. What I am is a man who will kill you if you do not leave Samantha and her daughter alone. Aside from that, do you really want to take on her protector? Whom ever you send after her will end up dead. Bas will protect her with his last breath. Do you want another's death on your conscience?" "Do I look like I care? I'll have Jagati or else!" "What is it with you humans? I'm supposed to say, or what, right?" Kurlack leaned over and placed his hands on Lesaro's desk, towering over the seated man. "I'll go to the press about Bas. You know as well as I, placing a computer into a humanoid body without permission from the Genetics Council is against the law." Lesaro leaned back in his chair. "So what?" " You're bluffing. Your precious reputation means more to you than your daughter. You'll deal. I know you!" Lesaro knew how important his former partner's reputation was to him. "You're threatening me with a dead man's reputation?" A burst of laughter escaped Kurlack's throat. Lesaro shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Your answer Aakil? I assume you'll convince your 'ex' of the errors of her ways and find my future wife." "I'm going to find Samantha's daughter for my reasons alone. You're no longer part of this equation. The only reason I came here today is because Samantha asked me to. Don't make the mistake of pushing me, Mr. Anderson. A Starklinian warrior is not a man you want to cross." "Have you lost your mind, Aakil?" "No, he didn't loose his mind, just his soul and I'm what's replaced him. The man you knew as Aakil is gone and I deal with problems much differently than he did. So, don't become a problem for me, Anderson, or I'll have to take care of you, permanently. Do you understand?" * * * * Bas watched as Jagati moaned softly in her sleep. Sitting on the edge of the other bed in the hotel room where they'd stopped for the night, he fought with the urge to crawl into her bed. He only wanted to hold her but knew he couldn't trust himself. She was his mate and his body was screaming for him to take what belonged to him. The need for closeness was tempting his hunger and he was afraid he would act on his desire for her. He was at a loss on what he should do. The flood of memories that swamped him earlier during their fight had nearly sent him to his knees. And when she'd scoffed at his chosen role as protector, he'd responded without any thought and shocked himself in the process. How do I convince my mate, she's destined to be the completion of the Aathi Chhetri, and not have her run from me? He was jerked from his thoughts when she kicked her blankets off and exposed her dusky skin to his gaze. Surging to his feet, he looked for an escape from his overwhelming desire. He either needed to take her, or find some other way to relieve the need which was slowly driving him mad. After their earlier encounter, he'd tried to keep his distance from her. He should surely have more control over this. It'd taken all his willpower to not take her earlier. As a chhetri, it wasn't in his nature to loose his cool. He was expected to be in control at all times, while others around him fell apart. How did one small woman manage to crawl under my skin so quickly? A long ago memory came to him, of he and his master... He was sweaty and breathing hard from his master's last exercise. Kneeling in front of the alter beside his master, he fought to regain his breath. "You were very good in training today, Chhetri. Your control of your sword and emotions are both excellent." "Thank you, Master." "I know you feel your control is an inner part of you. Today I tried to push you to the point you lost control. But alas I have failed, so this training exercise is a failure. "Why so, Master?" "Because you know how to handle yourself while in control, Bas'awn. What I was trying to teach was how to deal with loss of control." "With all due respect, Master, why would I need to learn that?" "Because no warrior can be in control all the time. Just remember that when it finally happens. You're a chhetri but you are still also a man..." He swore when she moaned once more and rolled over. Confronted with the softly rounded globes of her ass, he squeezed the pillow he was holding. Tossing it aside, he made his way to the small bathroom, quietly shut the door behind him and met his reflection face to face. The floor-length mirror beside the sink showed him exactly how he must look in to Jagati when he was in the grip of his ardent desires for her. It showed a heavily muscled man with shoulder length hair, whose golden eyes burned with desire. It gave them an inner glow, tempting all those within seeing range to want to be the person he desired. If that wasn't enough to scare off most normal woman, the thick, long erection tenting his boxers would give many a serious reason to pause. Mumbling to himself, he jerked open the glass shower door and twisted the cold water on, then stepped into the shower letting the icy water drench his boxers. He shivered and waited impatiently for his desire to subside. It would take more than cold water, he realized when his erection remained rigid despite it's icy embrace. The Girl from Nepal Ch. 08 The Queen's newest pleasurer stood in the middle of her trophy room. The centerpiece of it was a man in suspended animation, a huge man with golden hair which floated around his trim waist. His eyes were supposed to be a golden hue which held the embers of the sacred fire protecting the Starklin people. But now his vibrant eyes were closed ... it seemed as if the chhetri was merely slumbering. It was well known the previous queen had imprisoned his soul on the Earth plane for refusing to become her consort. His muscular physique hadn't helped him when he had been betrayed by his own master and been imprisoned. This particular chhetri was the one he'd dreamed of for decades. Indeed, had been in his dreams since he had begun to mature younger than the rest of the boys his age. Later, he'd found out it was one of the telltale signs of being chosen to be a chhetri. It was the first step to evolving into a protector; then came the visit from a master chhetri. He'd been expecting an actual visit, but each night while he slumbered, a man like this man haunted his sleeping body. Shame filled him as he stared at his lost dream. He'd wanted to become a chhetri with every fiber of his being; instead he now found himself as a pleasurer to the queen. I feel so vile and dirty. The queen is a feral bitch who should be put down. I've forsaken my vows of celibacy to avoid her advisor. I am weak, but while she makes me uneasy, he scares the hell out of me. When the queen had taken his virginity, she'd done more than take his traitorous flesh. She'd delighted in reminding of him he was 'hers' now and he would never become a "protector" of his people. She did more than rape my body, she raped my soul. "You best haul that tight ass of yours back to her quarters before you anger her." Turning he saw Josja, her advisor, in the doorway. To Aleja, it seemed he relished the idea of him angering the queen. He was always watching him with obvious anticipation. "What can she do to me, that she hasn't all ready done?" There was no trace of humbleness before the Queen's advisor. Anger and anticipation filled the advisor's eyes. He walked further into the room and loomed over the young man. Even after the advisor's own expulsion from chhetrisect, he still retained the physique of one of them. He smirked at Aleja with menace. "What? Do you think that death scares me, Advisor? At this point I would welcome it." Aleja turned back to stare again at the imprisoned chhetri. "Death is the least of your worries, 'boy'. I'm more than the Queen's advisor, Aleja. I'm her enforcer! I keep her pleasurers in line. I'm the one who doles out the punishment if they deserve it. Have you ever heard the term 'an ass fucking'?" Josja watched in intently. When Aleja paled, the older man grinned. "I see you have. Good. It's very effective in keeping the Queen's men in line. Do you understand your situation now, boy?" Aleja nodded jerkily before turning to leave "But..." he stopped Aleja, "if you decide to try the Queen's patience and end up angering her, I'll be more than happy to hold you down and rip that virgin ass of yours wide open. I love nothing better than busting a boy's anal cherry. In fact - it's the reason I was expelled from the "chhetri" sect. My master heard his son scream when I buried my cock in his little ass. I should've gagged the little bastard, but I've a weakness for listening to young boys cry out in agony. In fact, I bet you'll scream louder than your brother did when I raped his tight ass!" Josja gloated. Aleja paled as his stomach rolled uneasily and he fled the room listening to Josja's laughter. As he fled, he finally realized the price his brother paid to keep him from the Queen. And it'd all been in vain because in the end, he still had ended up where his brother had sworn he never would. He'd promised Aleja he would never have to become a Queen's pleasurer as tradition demanded. To Kurlack, it mattered not that the Larken house had been designated as the Queen's private treasure trove of pleasurers. Once Aleja's destiny had been shown, Kurlack had done everything in his power to make sure Aleja would fulfill it and not end up under the Queen's 'thumb'. * * * * Samantha rolled over onto her side, only to be dragged back by a pair of strong arms. She mumbled a protest before looking over her shoulder at Kurlack. Even though he looked like her late husband, she knew he was anything but. When she'd looked at Aakil, it'd been like looking into a deep pool of water. The only thing she'd ever seen was her reflection, and a glimmer of what she'd thought might be his own true feelings. She'd married him, hoping once she dove into "the pool" she'd find the feelings she'd felt for him returned. But the only thing her marriage had done was place her in a different position in his life. He expected his wife to behave as an Indian wife and it mattered not to him that she wasn't Indian. . For the sake of their precious daughter, she'd tried to be what he wanted for twelve long years. His treatment of Jagati, as she'd entered puberty, had been the final insult to her stinging pride. She'd left alone because the law wouldn't allow her to take Jagati; but before she'd gone, she'd made sure Bas protected Jagati from everyone including her own father. Aside from her occasional lapse in judgment, she'd tried to resist her ex-husband. She'd finally nurtured enough resistance to turn him away ten years ago. She still could remember the look of disbelief when he'd arrived expecting to have sex with her, and found the locks on the condo he'd bought were changed. She'd finally found the willpower to make her decision to leave stick. If he couldn't love her as his wife, she was damned if she would be his paid whore at his beck and call. She was jerked out of her dismal thoughts when she felt the strong pulling of masculine fingers on her nipples. "Aakil..." A jolt of pleasure whipped through her. "Kurlack!" He released them only to pull on them harder. She drew a ragged breath as pleasure exploded in her womb. "Say it!" He squeezed harder. "What?" Turning her in his arms, he erotically nipped at her lower lip. "Who am I, Samantha? Who do you see when I make love to you?" He rolled her under him. "You're..." She tried to concentrate on his words but became distracted as he lifted her legs over his wide shoulders. She could feel the broad head of his cock poised at her entrance. "Samantha..." He pulled back when she tried to join their bodies together. She opened her eyes; it was obvious that he wasn't going to make love to her until she gave him the answer he wanted. She didn't want to answer. She didn't want to give Kurlack, or any man for that matter, that kind of control over her ever again. "Please!" "NO! I will have your answer, woman. You will know who it is loving you. I'm tired of being a paid whore! I'm a man and I'm the dominant one. So tell me, woman, who it is you want to claim you? I won't be a substitute for your dead husband!" He pressed firmly against her entrance, not entering her, but teasing her with the possibility. "Damn you!" Tears ran down her face as he pulled back. "Aakil is gone, Samantha, and if you want this body you have to take me with it. I refuse to be used any longer. When we're in bed together don't ever call me by his name again. If you want this body to fuck you, if you want me to make you scream with pleasure, you will not call me by another man's name. My name is Kurlack. Say it!" Gripping her thighs he held her tight as he teased her opening. "Kurlack, please!" He smiled and, with a savage thrust, sank his entire cock inside her. She gave a small scream and wrapped her arms around his neck as he commenced with a violent mating which sent her soaring over the edge within moments. And when she came, she screamed out a name. "Kurlack!" * * * * Jagati stirred when she heard the bathroom door shut. She'd been sleeping, but not the deep restorative sleep she desperately needed. Her nerves were on edge. This is what I get for going to bed horny. Wincing as she sat up, she noticed the stickiness between her thighs. Her breasts were so sensitive she whimpered when the cold air spewing from the central air system washed over them. She opened her eyes and looked over at the bed on the other side of the room. It was vacant. He must be in the bathroom. She mentally debated on whether or not to take off. Her tired body said no but her mind said 'why not'? "Oh shut up!" She knew if she ran again, she would have more than a sore ass. She could tell that Bas was barely hanging onto his control by a thread, if she riled him again, her virginity would be history. It'd taken a tremendous amount of will power for him to pull away from her earlier. As she heard the shower turn on, she realized she had to pee! She mentally groaned. Dare she enter the bathroom and stand mere feet away from his naked body? As she listened to the shower continue, the urge to pee became unbearable. Maybe she could sneak in, go and leave without him being the wiser. She crept over to the door and placed her hand on it. Turning the knob slowly, she pushed the door open. There was no steam as she'd expected. She had hoped the steam would cover her presence. She swallowed roughly as she locked eyes with Bas, his eyes burning with undeniable need. She could see the sodden mass of his boxers pushed beneath his quivering cock, exposing it to the ice-cold water. Despite the icy deluge, it continued to throb before her eyes. Sitting down on the toilet, her need to pee was forgotten as he grasped the shaft in his hand and squeezed it. Her breath caught in her throat when he slid his hand up and then down once. "Oh!" Even with her training at her aunt's side, she'd never seen a man masturbate. She wasn't even aware Bas had any idea of how to. * * * * Bas watched as she licked her lips. He grunted as his desire to drag her into the shower with him increased until he barely felt the cold water pelting his flesh. As he stroked his engorged cock, he imagined it was her hand on him, stroking his hard flesh and pleasuring him. The intense fire building in the base of his spine warned him his release was near and the first step of their mating would be complete. "Jagati!" His hand began to stroke faster. "What?" Over the beating water of the shower he barely heard her. "I want you with me." Standing up, she peeled her t-shirt over her head, leaving her as bare as the day she born. When she reached for the shower door, he held up a hand. "I thought you wanted me." Confusion was evident on her face. "This first time, I want to watch you pleasure yourself while I do the same." I don't quite trust my control. I'm burning on the ragged edge here and need to bring her through the first tier of our bonding. She nodded before she slid her hand across her breast, taking the time to give her nipple a squeeze. Her other hand drifted down her stomach to her dark curls. "Damn." The hand on his cock tightened as she parted the curls and slipped her fingertips inside of her folds. "You like watching me?" "Yes!" His fist flew up and down on his shaft. "Slow down." "What?" The burning need increased and it felt too good to slow down. "Let's draw it out. It'll feel so much better if we wait." Nodding, he let go of his cock and it bobbed back up, protesting his abandonment. When she buried her three of her fingers inside her, his cock throbbed. His hand flew down and squeezed hard at the base of his close to exploding cock. How can she expect me to hold back when she does things like that? "Jagati, I ... I ... I..." Breathing fast, his fist once again began stroking quickly and firmly. He knew he was past the point of holding off and slowly savoring the experience. Hearing her breathing grow more ragged, he couldn't hold back any longer.. "Bas, wait for me!" Her plea as she fought to bring herself to the edge, nearly destroyed what was left of his control. "I'm trying!" He slowed his hand for a moment, only to return to his previous pace. "I ... I ... I can't." At her high pitched moan of release, he nearly sagged in relief. His back arched and his seed exploded out of the eye of his cock to splatter against the glass enclosure. Bas wanted to close his eyes at the incredible pleasure flowing through him. Instead he kept his eyes locked on Jagati, as she struggled through what was obviously an intense orgasm. He grunted as his cock convulsed again and another rope of seed spewed from the head. He sagged back against the shower wall, his body finally relaxing. As he lifted his head, he was vaguely aware of the first fragile bonds of his claiming slide in place. Opening the shower door, he swept the gasping woman off the toilet seat and strode with her back into the bedroom. "What are you doing?" "Going back to bed, my mate. This time I'm sleeping with you." His voice was firm as he arranged them under the bedclothes, not caring that his wet body made the sheets damp. They will dry eventually cause I'm not giving her the chance to run again, and I just know she's going to try once she finds out we've begun our mating. "Yourwhat?" He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her before he began his explanation. "We've just completed the first tier of our mating, chhetri." "First tier! What the hell are you talking about?" Her anger was quite obvious. "When you mate with a chhetri, there are three tiers to the mating. We've just completed the first. Now we cannot be apart. The ties are very fragile at this point. Until we complete the next tier we'll have to be careful to..." "You bastard!" Bas had expected she would be angry, but he wasn't prepared for her hard little fist to punch him. "Oof!" His breath was driven from her well aimed blow to his solar plexus. He released her without thinking as he tried to suck air into his lungs. Scrambling away from him, Jagati tried to leave the bed, only to be drug back by a firm hand around her ankle. She kicked at him wildly. "God damn it! That's enough!" Bas's voice brooked no chance of resistance as he hauled her back up to his side. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he listened to her screeches of protest. "Now go to sleep! We'll talk about this in the morning." "Like hell we will!" The Girl from Nepal Ch. 09 Sorry about the delay in getting this posted. I've been very busy with edits for my publisher and working at my nine to five job. But now that the holiday rush is over, I've got more time to devote to my writing. Look for chapter ten, the conclusion to follow shortly and chapter nine of King's Touch. Thanks and as always feedback is welcome! * Kurlack could feel her eyes on him. This woman who'd been married to the man's body he now inhabited kept sneaking peeks at him. He'd gone with his instincts with her and had told her about his mission. I can only pray my trust has not been misplaced. Samantha is a beautiful woman and very loyal to her daughter but can she understand why I'm killing the chherti? He still winced with the remembered pain he'd awoken to the night after he'd forced Samantha to acknowledge his dominance over her. The Queen bitch on Sarkin was reminding him of his duty. He'd packed a bag and was preparing to leave when Samantha had set her own bag down next to his. When he'd stared at her, she shrugged her shoulders. "If you think I'm letting you go after Jagati and Bas without me, you're sadly mistaken, Kurlack. You can dominate me as much as you want in bed but out of it is another matter." After judging her seriousness plus knowledge of his mission, he'd nodded and took her along with him. Feeling her gaze once more, he turned to look at her. "How much farther?" Blushing at being caught staring, she glanced at the map folded across her lap. "It looks like only another couple of miles. According to my directions, we need to exit at Newton." "Good." "Kurlack?" "What?" "Promise me you won't hurt my daughter?" "Samantha. My mission is the chherti. Your daughter is safe as long as she doesn't try to protect him." "And if she does?" She seemed to be holding her breath. "If I were you, Samantha, I would make sure she doesn't." * * * * Fuming, Jagati glared at her protector. She was curled on her side flipping pages in a magazine, which he'd bought for her the last time he'd gone for food. Bas was lying on the other bed, cradling the remote against his flat stomach, watching cartoons of all things. Rolling onto her back, she winced. Her last attempt at escape had not gone well. Once Bas had freed himself from the bathroom, he'd found her quickly. He'd taken his displeasure out on her backside. She still couldn't believe he'd bent her over his knee and severely paddled her ass. Even more unbelievable was the dampness in her panties said spanking had caused. Get a grip, Jagati. Sooner or later he'll drop his guard. "I wouldn't count on it." Bas spoke as if he'd heard her thoughts. I didn't say that out did I? "No." He didn't even bother to look at her. "I can't believe this. There's no way you could've read my thoughts." "I wouldn't say that, Jagati." "Are you saying you can read my thoughts?" "If I answer you, it'll only freak you out." The only part on him that moved was his head as he locked eyes with her. "Really? It's so unlike you to keep secrets from me." She meant her voice to be sarcastic but the sarcasm seemed to be lost on him. He swung his legs over the bed and sat up. "Any secrets I've kept from you were for your own good." "Like the time that Sebastian Kurdos came to pick me up for a date and you wouldn't allow him access to the house?" "You didn't hear him talking on his cell to his friends about how he'd planned on sharing you with them once he 'popped your cherry.'" Jagati's cheeks flushed. "How did you hear that!" "It was easy. He was waiting at the front gate. Tell me, Jagati, how much respect did he have for you if he was bragging about passing you around like a 'party favor' mere feet from your home where anyone could overhear? He wasn't good enough for you." "And you think you are?" She surged off the bed, then headed into the bathroom, dismayed with his revelations. I can't believe we're arguing about something that happened so long ago...it's been years. "I know I am." His hands shot out and caught her as she tried to move past him. She landed against his wide chest. "You're mine, Jagati and the sooner you accept it, the easier this joining and our future will go." "I don't belong to you, Bas. I never have. I was a directive given to a very sophisticated piece of machinery. Your primary directive was to take care of me. Nothing more." She tried to move out of his arms. "I don't think so." He rolled with her and dragged her under his heavy body. Threading his fingers through her hair, he held her still. Staring into her eyes, it seemed he was content to do nothing more when he lowered his mouth to within an inch of hers. "Everything in me calls out for you. No one can take you away from me now. I won't let you go again. You're the other half of my soul." Sealing his mouth over hers, he captured her moan of protest. * * * * Easing his tongue into her mouth, he savored the tartness of her. He'd been fighting his mind and body's demands that he complete the second tier of their joining. The need had been riding him hard for the past several days. He'd almost given in the day that she'd locked him into the bathroom; especially when he'd draped her across his knees and sharply paddled her ass. With his enhanced senses he could smell her arousal at the spanking. His little chherti had hidden depths. He'd resisted because he knew if he gave into his urges, the mating that would've followed would've been too violent. He didn't want her memory of losing her virginity to be one of pain or roughness instead of tenderness and shared passion. I can't resist any longer. I've got to complete the second tier before we leave here to head back to Nepal but I won't take the decision from her. He lifted his head and stared down at her passion-flushed face. "Jagati, chhetri, you've got to listen to me. I can't put this off any longer. You're going to have to make your decision." "Decision? Bas I need you." Her dazed eyes tried to focus on him. Damn it, she's already entered the second tier. Now I've got to complete it. "Shh, I'll take care of you." He thumbed her nipple through her t-shirt. Her answering moan reverberated along the slender threads of their joining. Inhaling sharply, he fought the need to claim her without any preliminaries. No, I won't do it. She deserves more! With trembling hands, he pulled her shirt over her head. Dipping his head, he captured one stiff nipple between his teeth. Her slight pain flowed through him followed by her pleasure. Lifting himself completely off her body, he stood up and grabbed the waistband of her pants. "Lift." She obeyed and kicked her legs to assist his sliding her pants off. Bas's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the curly, dark pelt of hair between them. Unable to resist, he slid his fingers through it. Jagati arched towards his cupping hand and moaned. "So soft." Parting her folds, he couldn't resist pressing his fingers into her moist entrance. His breath hissed out of his throat when he encountered the fragile barrier of her innocence. A rumble left his throat while a surge of possessiveness shook him. "Mine! My mate!" "Bas! Ohhhhh!" Her hips arched off bed. Bas fumbled with the fastenings on his jeans, his need for caution drowned out by the overwhelming need to claim his mate. When the damp head of his cock pressed against her wet opening, her fingers dug into his shoulders through his shirt. Growling deep in his throat, he flexed his hips and buried about half of his cock in her. Her resulting cry shook him. Trying to focus on her needs, he froze. Her brief agony was changing through their linked bonds into the realms of pleasure but there was still more to be obtained. Their joining was not yet complete. "Jagati, chhetri?" "Move!" Her desperation pushed him over the edge and he did as she commanded. Surging in and out of her he was bombarded by the growing ecstasy of their joining through the fragile mutual bonds. He could feel each stroke and her ardent responses strengthening the threads that linked them together. "More. I need more." Grabbing her legs, he hoisted them over his shoulders before lifting her against him until only her shoulders were resting on the bed. She screamed as her orgasm rocked through her. "Yes! Come for me. Strengthen our link. Give me more." "Bas, please... YES YES!" He locked eyes with her. Her face was contorted as he forced her orgasm to continue. Damn, she's beautiful. He felt the second tier lock into place with satisfaction. Now there's no going back. Mine, she's all mine. His world then exploded around him as his body erupted for the first time inside of his mate. * * * * "Lick my clit, pleasurer." The Queen was trembling on the fine edge of orgasm. Aleja was kneeling at her feet and was disgusted with her behavior. The cries of the serving boy as Josja whipped him solely for the Queen's pleasure made him sick. "Beat the boy harder, Josja. I want to see him bleed." Reaching down, she grabbed the back of Aleja's head and forced his face into her smelly pussy. She was wet with desire and made no qualms about the fact she wanted her pleasure and wasn't going to be denied. He gagged and tried to pull his head back from her, stubbornly refusing to do as she asked. "Lick it or you'll pay." Her threat didn't have the effect she'd hoped for. Listening to the young boy's cries of pain, he realized he no longer cared what happened. I won't play her game any longer. Opening his mouth, he seized then bit her clit hard enough to draw blood. Silva screamed and shoved him away from her. He spat out a mouth full of blood and backed away from her. Wiping his mouth on her discarded robe, he sneered at her. "Isn't that what you wanted, your highness? Pain arouses you. Or is it just others pain?" The queen fiercely glared at him as she cupped her abused crotch with both hands. The raw fury in her eyes should've warned him about his impending fate. "Josja, he's yours. Take this misbegotten bastard out of my sight. Perhaps after a few weeks with you, he'll realize how good he had it with me." Aleja paled at her words, as the advisor smiled widely. "At last!!" The whip in Josja's hand dragged across the floor as he approached Aleja, leaving a trail of smeared blood behind him. Grabbing Aleja by his hair, he dragged the lad out of the queen's suite. * * * * Aleja struggled as Josja forced him into the advisor's chambers. With his slender build, he was no match for the older man's mature strength. He fell to the floor when the advisor backhanded him. "Be a good little bitch and attend me, boy." Josja reached for his heavy belt and unbuckled it. Grabbing his head, he forced Aleja's head closer to his bulging crotch. "I won't. You stick that diseased thing anywhere near my mouth, I promise I'll bite it off." "We'll see about that." He yanked his pants open exposing his swollen cock. "A pleasurer without teeth can't bite the hand that feeds him, now can he?" * * * * Bas lifted his head from Jagati's breast. His mind was relaxed as he contemplated his mate. His blood thundered through his systems while his body was replete for the moment. He'd never experienced such an explosive orgasm. Even the orgasm in the shower had not prepared him for their true mating. Looking down at her flushed features, he smiled with such open satisfaction that Jagati thought he was laughing. "What's so funny?" "Nothing. I'm happy." He rubbed his fingertips over her swollen lips. What ever else he was going to say was interrupted by a knock on the door. Before he could move away from her, the door eased open. Bas cursed when he saw the gun in the man's hand. Whirling over with Jagati, he rolled them off the bed onto the floor between the beds. A shot rang out. "God damn it, Kurlack, that's my daughter you're shooting at!" The strident tones of the woman echoed though the room. "Mother?" Jagati's head popped over the edge of the bed long enough to glimpse her mother moving from behind the man to stand in front and block another shot. "Damnit, chhetri, this is not the time for family reunions." Bas forced her under him. "Jagati, sweetheart, please come away from Bas. I really don't want you to get shot." "Let go of me, Bas." Jagati struggled against him. "No. You're my mate, the other half of my soul." He focused his intense golden eyes on her. Lifting his head he stared at the woman standing in front of the assassin. His fragmented memories came together with a rush. With those memories came total recall and understanding. He recognized the woman. The fact that she'd brought an assassin after him - the Chherti - protector of her people angered him. That she'd endangered his mate only added to his fury. He tried to focus on what was happening when Jagati interrupted. "Let me go. That's my mother. Besides you don't own me!" "Sarina, please explain to your daughter what being mated to a Chherti means." "You've mated with her? How - when? What tier are you at?" "Second." "Oh, Jagati, baby. It is time." "Time for what?" Jagati pushed at Bas's chest but he didn't move. "To go home." Sarina touched the pendant at her throat. A large portal appeared then solidified in the middle of the room. It glittered with an unknown energy with a roiling mist visible beyond it. * * * * Kurlack tried to fight the pain. With Samantha in front of him, he didn't dare shoot the gun. Sweat beaded on his upper lip as he fought the compulsion to kill Bas as ordered. He was vaguely aware of the chatter between her and his intended victim until Bas addressed her. Sarina? Silva had an older sister by that name. Betrayal ripped through him when he saw the emergence of the glittering portal. She's no better than the Queen bitch who sent me here. I won't return to Starklin. "It's time to go home, Kurlack." Samantha held her hand out to him. "This planet is my home now. I won't go back to only become your pleasurer." He backed away from the portal. A surprised look crossed her face. "Did I ask to become my pleasurer?" "What else could I ever be?" Before she could answer, through the portal he could hear Aleja scream in pain. Without thought, he dove through it, his brotherly instincts overriding his anger at her deception. Shouts and sounds of fighting were instantly heard. "Well, that didn't take as much convincing as I had anticipated." She turned to face the astonished look on her daughter's face. "Come, it's time to go home. Bas'awn, I do believe that he's going to need your assistance immediately." She took a step and was through the portal, leaving a truly amazed Jagati staring at the glittering emptiness. "I've got to go, Jagati. I'm needed there." He stood then pulled her to her feet and took her hand heading toward the portal. "What are you doing? Where are we going?" Doubt and uncertainty filled her face. "I don't have time for this, Jagati. This is my job. I'm The Chherti and you're coming with me." "No." She pulled against his grip. "When are you ever gonna learn? You're mine." He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. "Damn it, Bas! Put me down!" Her fists smacked against his broad back. "Knock it off." He swatted her ass. "And by the way, chhetri, the names Bas'awn." Her shriek of outrage was drowned as he took two strides and was through the portal. The Girl from Nepal Ch. 10 Okay this chapter is a bit long but I think it covers quite a bit of ground. Only one chapter left to go. And it will be an epilogue. Thank you for your patience in my sporadic posting on this story. All feedback is welcome. Chapter Ten Jagati moaned as the world spun around her. The mist cleared a bit and she got a brief glimpse of the room before she heard Bas curse and stumble. What's up with that? He's so strong. Did crossing through the portal have the same effect on him as it did me? She grunted as Bas stumbled to a bed and collapsed on top of her. Trying to catch her breath, she could hear curses coming from a few feet away. Turning her head, she saw the man who shot at them grappling with another man. When a flash of metal caught her eye, she pushed at Bas. Someone is gonna get killed! Bas can stop this! She pushed against his shoulders expecting him to roll off her. Even when he'd made love to her the last time, he'd never let his full weight settle on her. He was always aware of her petite stature and hadn't wanted to hurt her. She paused when she realized that his skin was getting warmer by the second. When he didn't respond to her pushing, she grabbed his head and tried to lift it. Dread filled the pit of her stomach as she grabbed his long hair and yanked his head up. His unseeing eyes sent a surge of fear through her. "Bas?" No response. "Damn it, Bas, don't do this to me. You dragged me here, you can't die on me!" She knew her voice was rising but he was scaring her. The heat under her hand increased and a haze of smoke began to surround them. A sob escaped her as she realized the wiring components under Bas's life-like cybertronic skin had begun to melt. "No!" Her wails brought Sarina to the bedside. "Shh, Jagati, baby. Let him go." Her mother's pleading barely registered in her ear. "No. He's mine! He swore he'd protect me, that he was mine. He lied!" She wrapped her arms around Bas's neck tightly and ignored the wafting smoke which continued to roll off him. She fought as she felt a pair of determined hands pulling her away from him. * * * * Aleja crept closer to the door as he watched the short but powerful man exchange punches with his tormenter. Even now, he couldn't help but wish that Josja would die. His body ached from the beating he'd just received at the vicious hands of the evil man. If the stranger hadn't arrived when he did, I'd be in a lot more pain right now. Josja had been on the verge of burying his cock in my ass. Then he would have killed me! "Boy, do you know where the chhetri is being kept?" Sarina's voice was ragged and jerked his attention away from the two men fighting. She was struggling to free a young woman he'd assumed was her daughter from under the smoldering body. "Yeah. I do." "Go get him. Tell him he's needed." Aleja stared at the woman as if she were deranged. "I don't know if you realize but he's---" "Go!" The steel in her voice allowed no room for protest. Seeing his opportunity to escape, he took it. Running down the hall, he slid into the trophy room and got the shock of his young life. Queen Silva was standing in front of the containment case holding what had once held the slumbering body of the last chhetri. The chhetri no longer slumbered, he realized with a start. The massive man was struggling against his glass prison before the gloating queen. She had her skirt raised around her waist and her hand busy between her thighs. Release me! Hurry as I'm needed! His eyes flew up to meet the golden eyes of the protector, followed by pleasure at the unexpected mind-link between the master and his soon-to- be student. Without thinking of the consequences, Josja responded to his master's plea. Grabbing a ceremonial spear from the rack beside him, he hurtled it at the containment unit. The sound of shattering glass and rushing water drowned out the queen's scream of anger. Aleja rushed forward to help the fallen warrior to his feet. As he rushed by the Queen, she grabbed him by his hair and jerked him to a stop. "What the hell have you done?" "What my master has commanded. Released him. The prophesy has come to pass." Aleja sneered at her as he fought against the hold she had on him. "Worthless whelp. You've just signed your own death warrant. Guards!" Dread filled him as he heard the running feet of the Imperial guards responding to their queen's bidding. When they flooded the room, Aleja saw his life flash before his eyes. "At least I've redeemed myself in the eyes of the chhetri." He spit in her face as one final insult while wishing he could do more. "Kill him!" She threw him away from her - expecting the guards to do her bidding. When they dropped to their knees, she shook with fury. "What are you waiting for? I gave you an order!" Her furious scream echoed in the silence. "They no longer report to you." The deep voice of the chhetri brought a quickly indrawn breath out of the queen as she recognized the truth. "The Protector!" Her voice trembled. "I beg for mercy!" She dropped to her knees. "Why should I offer it when it is very clear that you have none to offer anyone else?" "I'll give up my throne. Anything to avoid the euthanasia." Remaining on her knees, her hand inched closer to the discarded spear. As her hand touched it, Aleja saw what her true intentions were. "No!" He launched himself at the queen. Even with his speed as an untrained chhetri, Aleja was not fast enough to stop the sharp edge of the spear from piercing the tender skin of his stomach. Still fighting for control of the spear, Aleja had no idea they'd were rolling closer to the broken containment unit. Coming out on top of him, the queen lifted the spear. "No!" Bas'awn rushed forward intent on saving the young man. Grabbing a fold of her gown, Bas/awn used her momentum against her and threw her over his head. A sharp agonized cry was heard as she landed. Bas'awn dropped to his knees next to the wounded young man. "Let me look!" Pulling Aleja's shirt up, he winced as he saw the deep spear cut across his stomach. He yanked his own shirt off and pressed it against the wound. "The queen?" Aleja raised his head and tried to look over his shoulder. Bas'awn locked eyes with him. He shook his head. Aleja closed his eyes with resignation. "Then do it quickly," he finally requested. "Do what?" "Execute me." "Nonsense. Why would I do that? You were doing nothing more than trying to protect me. I will not punish you for it." "Oh." Relief shown in Aleja's eyes briefly then he passed out. * * * * Arms bulging, Kurlack pitted his strength against the man who'd made his life a living hell in the past. In this body he was more than a match for Josja. Unlike his previous body, this body had been hardened by years of martial arts training. Using it he broke the hold Josja had on him, then utilizing a defensive move as if it were second nature, the advisor went flying over Kurlack's head. Stumbling to his feet, Josja pulled his knife from the sheath in his boot. Gripping it with familiar ease, he charged Kurlack. As he rushed towards him, Kurlack with a quick twist avoided his lunge and pushed on Josja's back, sending him slamming into the wall. The knife clattered as it hit the floor. Josja's body followed as he hit the floor stunned. "Kurlack, help me!" Spinning around at Sarina's cry, he saw her struggling to move the heavy body of Bas off her daughter. The haze of smoke around them obscured part of his view. Rushing to the bed, he yanked the heavy bed curtains down and threw them aside. Grabbing the ankles of the body, he pulled hard and slowly it rolled over.. "Let go Jagati. Sweetheart, he's not in this body anymore." Sarina was trying to reason with her distraught daughter. Jagati had her arms wrapped tightly around the neck of her mate. Kurlack hissed as the heat pouring off the body seared his hands. Wrapping his hands with the discarded bed curtains, he once more grasped the man by his ankles. "Damn, he's dead weight." "Not as dead as you're gonna be." Josja wrapped his arm around Kurlack's forehead and jerked his head back exposing his throat. Letting go of his grip on Bas, he immediately brought his hand up and blocked the thrust of the knife. His cursed filled the room as the knife buried itself in his hand. Slinging his head back, he felt some satisfaction as his head connected with Josja's chin. He was dragged backwards as Josja stumbled. When the other man fell, his grip on Kurlack brought Kurlack down on top of him. Wrestling around on the floor for control, neither men were aware of anything other than their struggle until the door blew off it's hinges. Everyone froze. In the doorway stood Bas'awn, his golden hair flowing to his shoulders, his physique outlined by the bright light coming from the hall behind him. His amber eyes were burning with both retribution and desire. He'd come back to claim what his. "Enough!" His voice echoed through the room. "Finally!" Sarina whispered as she pressed a kiss against her daughter's forehead. "He's arrived, baby. Let go of the past and meet your future." * * * * Jagati shook at the male voice which filled the room. She buried her face against Bas's shoulder, despite the pain it brought her. The body was heating up more and more as its' components broke down. Wild panic mixed with pain surged through her. Without him, I don't want to live. I don't understand this. He promised me I'd always be his! "You are mine!" The body was jerked off her and thrown out of her grasp. She cried out and reached for it. She crawled after it, her need for her mate making her oblivious to anything other than the urgency to reclaim what was hers. "Mine!" She crouched on the bed and lunged at the man who'd jerked the heavy body off her then thrown it on the floor. Bas'awn grunted as he caught the weight of his mate with ease. It was obvious to everyone she was past reason and was reacting on her primal instincts. "Yes, yours." He wrapped his arms around her tightly before turning to Sarina. "Take care of that." Gesturing to the man Kurlack had pinned to the ground, Bas'awn strode to the door. "The sentence will come after. She and the final tier come first. We'll be in my private chambers." Sarina nodded and watched as he carried her struggling daughter away with ease and a satisfied smile. * * * * Bas'awn stopped in front of the door leading to what used to be his private quarters. They needed witnesses for the final tier and he knew once Sarina and Kurlack finished securing the prisoner, she would be along shortly with whom ever she chose as her mate. Tradition commanded it and he expected nothing less for himself or Jagati. "Let me go! I need Bas! You can't hold me here." She struck out against him. She kicked, scratched and bit at any part of him she could reach. "Stop it, Jagati!" Forcing her away from him, he gave her a rough shake. "Look at me." She hissed and tried to free herself. "Knock it off! I'm right in front of you." Logically Bas'awn knew she didn't recognize him in his former body, but it was frustrating none the less to watch her fight what he knew was a losing battle. She was his and he wasn't about to let her go because of it. "No, you're not my Bas." Kneeing him in the groin, she jerked free of him before rushing the door. He nearly sank to his knees before he managed to straighten back up. "God damn it, Jagati! You will not run from me again! Have you forgotten the ass paddling you got the last time you tried?" Placing his hands on his strong hips, his temper flared as the dormant powers surged to the surface. He was hanging on to calm reasoning by a thread and he knew it. His body was calling out for him to complete the final tier. At the door, Jagati paused, his words breaking through the grief that had consumed her. She spun around and faced the man. "No I haven't and I warned you what would happen the next time you tried to punish me!" "I wouldn't push me, Jagati. I'm on edge here and if we tussle I can guarantee I'll come out on top. This is my world and I don't want our life together to start out on a bad note." She looked at him as if he'd grown another head. "It really is you, isn't it? Only Bas would tell me how it was going to be, rather than ask." "Bas'awn," he gently corrected. "Bas'awn, Bas? What's the difference? You have about the same amount of luck having me obey you here as you did on Earth." She swung back around and opened the door. "You're forgetting something, Jagati." "I am? I highly doubt it." She walked through the door only to stop dead in her tracks. Bas'awn knew the mystical links joining them were demanding she return to him immediately and complete their joining. "What the hell did you do to me?" * * * * Sarina stared impassively at Kurlack. After they secured Josja in a containing cell, she dragged Kurlack into an empty bedchamber. She could tell by his flaring nostrils he was fuming mad. "No. I won't do it." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Why not?" Trying to calm herself, she took a couple of deep breaths. "I told you before, Mistress, I won't become your pleasurer." "And I told you, Kurlack, who said anything about you becoming my pleasurer. I've asked you to stand by my side and participate in my daughter's final joining." She watched as his eyes flared. "I know I'm not worth much to you, Mistress, but even I am worth more than a single night's use." Bitter laughter flowed out of her. "You honestly think I'm asking you for a one night stand? Wonderful. I offer you my heart and a place by my side, and you assume I want nothing more than sex. Darling, you're good but not that damn good. Forget I asked." Brushing by him, she was totally unprepared for his instant reaction. Within moments she found herself pressed face first in against the closed door with her arms pinned above her head. The heat of his body against her back was enough to make her want to moan. It'd only been hours since he'd last made love to her, but it felt as if she'd gone days without him. "What did you say?" His breathy words caressed the inner whorls of her ear. She tipped her head back and moaned. "I won't ask again, Sarina." One of his hands slid down her stomach to grasp one hip. He jerked her hips back against his. "I..." She tried to focus on his words but the feel of his strong erection against her ass was driving her insane. "That's not an answer, Sarina." He jerked his hips away from hers. "No!" Her moan was short-lived as his hand caressed her ass before giving it a firm smack. "I'm waiting, Sarina." "Forget...I...asked..." She pushed back against him, seeking his heat. "Wrong answer." He gave her ass another smack. "Before that." With her body vibrating with both pleasure and pain, she was tempted to not answer. "Sarina?" She could here the impatience in his voice. "I offer...you my heart...and a place..." She stumbled over the words. "Finish it." He squeezed the cheek of her ass. "...by my side." "Did you mean it?" He slid his tongue inside her ear. "Ahhh...yes." She trembled in his arms. "Then I do believe we've got a ritual to attend." He released her hands and stepped back from her. Swinging around, she placed her hands on her hips. "Are you satisfied?" "Not by a long shot." He followed her out of the room. "But I will be." * * * * Standing in the door trembling, Jagati waited for Bas'awn to answer her. He took a deep breath. She assumed it was his way of trying to find patience. "Come back inside and I'll try to explain." He held a hand out to her. She stifled the moan building in her throat. Her body was twitchy, ardently restless, craving him, but her emotions were giving her pure hell. She needed him and she wasn't happy about the whole situation. "Please, Jagati. Don't make me drag you back in here. I'd rather have you come back because you want to be with me." "Fine." She stomped back into the room. "We don't have much time before your mother will arrive. I need to explain to you what is going to happen when she gets here." He drew her over to the wide bed which graced the center of the room. "What does my mother have to do with anything?" "In order for the third tier of our joining to occur there have to be witnesses." "So my mother is going to come in and watch what? You and I exchange vows? Sign papers?" He shook his head. "I wish it were that simple. She will watch us join." "She's gonna watch us do what?" Suspicion crept through her. "When joining with a chhetri, there have to be witnesses. The chhetri is the protector, judge, jury, and executioner for the people of Starklin. It is a very powerful role and comes with many responsibilities. As such when one is destined to mate, there has to be a royal representative as witness." "Are you saying, my mother is a royal?" "Yes, I'm Queen Silva's older sister." Jagati turned to see her mother standing in the doorway with her father. "Mom, Dad? I don't understand." "I know there's not much which you do understand at this time, sweetheart, but I assure you it will become clearer in time." Her mother sat down on bed on her other side. "But I fear it will become more confusing before it becomes clearer." "What do you mean?" Jagati focused on her mother barely aware of the fact that Bas'awn had risen from the bed. "As your mother I should've prepared you for this and now we've run out of time. I will resist as long as possible to avoid embarrassing you." Her mother stood and stepped away from the bed. "Please don't fight him." "Don't fight who?" Confusion flowed over her. I've landed in a loony bin. Why won't anyone explain what in the hell is going on? "Me." Bas'awn's voice startled her but not nearly as much as the slender lengths of cloth in his hands. "Bas?" "Bas'awn. Now give me your wrists, chhetri. I don't want to hurt you." "No! Not until you explain what is going on." She folded her arms over her chest. "Please don't do this. Don't make me force you. It'll be all right. Trust me, Jagati." Bas'awn stood in front of her, his hands trembling and his golden eyes pleading. "It'd better be." She slowly offered her hands up to him. "Thank you. You won't regret this." He brushed a kiss over her forehead. Taking her hands, one at a time he tied a cloth around each wrist. Then he urged her to lie back on the bed. She trembled when he tied first one hand and then the other to the hand-carved posts of the bed. Turning to Kurlack, he held out his hand. Fear raced through her when she saw the wicked looking knife which he now held in his hand. "Bas'awn?" "Shh. I'm just getting rid of these clothes." He slid the knife under the hem of her shirt before drawing it upwards, slicing the shirt in one smooth motion. She stared at him in shock. Before she could make much of a protest, he also cut her underwear off her. He gave the knife back to Kurlack before standing to shed his own clothes. Even with all the golden glistening skin he'd exposed, Jagati couldn't help but stare at the impressive erection between his thighs. It rose high on his stomach and the tip seemed to be gleaming with moisture. Licking her lips, she tried to ignore the presence of her mother and Kurlack. "Damn, he hasn't even touched her, and all ready I feel the energy pouring off her." Sarina's voice was reedy with deep desires. Jagati's eyes flew over to her mother and embarrassment heated her face. Her mother's eyes were glazed. "Mom?" She knew her confusion was evident. "Focus on me. Don't worry about your mother. Kurlack will attend her." Bas'awn settled his body over hers. Jagati arched under him. "Shh. Everything's all right." He pressed a kiss to her temple before sliding his mouth down her neck. She moaned as he suckled on the sensitive skin over her pulse. The Girl from Nepal Ch. 10 "Please!" She jerked on her bindings. Every brush of his skin against hers was erotic torture. Every press of his lips and tongue were stroking the fires in her body ever higher. "I will." He lifted his head as his thighs descended between her spread thighs. "Soon." "Now!" She wrapped her legs around his waist. He reached between them and tested her body's readiness. The natural desires between them were being fueled by his body's demand he complete the final tier and their joining coupled with her imminent climax. "Yes!" Her scream escaped her as she teetered on the edge of orgasm just from his touch alone. "Fuck!" He tucked the head of his cock against her opening. Flexing his hips he buried himself deep inside of her. Across the room, Sarina's cry of pleasure could be heard. "Bring her closer, Kurlack! Sarina needs to see this." "What?" Jagati looked up at Bas'awn. He didn't say what I just thought he did? Her mother's moaning grew louder, along with gentle reassurances coming from Kurlack as they came closer to the bed. "Look at her Jagati. Do you see how our pleasure, your pleasure is affecting her?" When he turned her face to the side, she could indeed see her mother and father. Her mother's legs were wrapped around Kurlack and even though her gown hid the actual penetration, it was obvious what they were doing. Sarina's head was thrown back as Kurlack rocked her in his arms. "Do you understand?" Bas'awn started thrusting against her. Jagati was dragged back under and her only focus was the pleasure of being joined. It flared through her. "Yes!" She wasn't sure if it was she who cried out or her mother as the intensity of both their matings increased. She was skating on the edge of her climax when Bas'awn suddenly yanked out of her. "No!" Unwrapping her legs from around his waist, he thrust his fingers inside her wetness before pulling them out and rubbing them across her rosebud. "Bas'awn, what are you doing?" "Shh, relax for me. Before our joining can be complete, I have to claim both." "You're going to fuck my ass?" Her disbelief was quite obvious. He nodded - his own features flush with desire. "But..." "I won't hurt you, I swear." He continued to transfer her own lubrication to the sensitive opening of her anus. "Relax, Jagati. It'll be okay. Once he enters there, you'll come harder than you've ever come before." Her mother's words were hoarse as she fought to speak. "Easy for you to say, Mom. You're not the one who'll have a dick up your ass." Jagati breathing became shallow as Bas'awn pressed one, then two fingers inside her ass. The discomfort blossomed into pleasure when he tweaked her clit. If she weren't so aroused, she would've blushed with embarrassment at the resulting gush of wetness. "Good girl," he praised. "I wouldn't say that." Her mother groaned deeply. Jagati turned her head and saw Kurlack's hand under her mother's robe. She instinctively knew he had his fingers buried in her mother's ass. Her head fell back to the pillow when she felt the large head of his cock press against her. "Take a deep breath and push out for me." She nodded and did as he asked. His face was flushed and a bead of sweat ran down his cheek. Her breath caught as he slid deep inside of her. At first the fullness inside her was hot and a bit uncomfortable. Then she felt the rising friction and heat and instantly it moved from her groin throughout her entire body. "What's happening?" "The joining," Bas'awn said through gritted teeth, just before the world exploded around them. Jagati arched up and screamed as he began to move in her ass, his thrusts deep and hard. His thumb rubbed her clit while his fingers stayed buried in her wet pussy, the sensations forced her over her edge and kept her there. She climaxed again and again. "Oh my GOD!" "Yes, you're mine!" Bas'awn buried himself deep inside her one last time as his own release raced through him. "As you are mine," was her exhausted cry. The Girl from Nepal Ch. 11 Jagati ran a hand down the silky material of the robes Bas'awn had handed her before leaving the room. Everything had been a blur after they'd complete the final tier of their joining. Before she'd known it, Bas'awn had untangled himself from her body and released her from the ties. Soothing her tangled hair off her face, he'd smiled before kissing her forehead. Then he'd left saying nothing to any of them. Kurlack and Sarina were still gazing at each other and Jagati was left fuming. Without a word of where he was going or when he was coming back! "Calm down, Jagati. He'll explain when he returns." Sarina laid a gentle hand on her daughter's shoulder. "I don't have much patience left, Mother. I've been whisked away to heaven knows where, seen Bas die, only to have him come back to me in another body and insist on making love to me in front of my parents. Pardon me if what little patience I had left is totally gone." "I know, baby. I can answer some of your questions." "Would you, Mother? Please!" Hope shined in her eyes. "Of course." Brushing a piece of her hair back from her face, Sarina smiled at her daughter. "First of all -- where are we?" Sarina sat down next to her daughter and proceeded to tell her daughter of her own tale of adventure. Fleeing from a world where her mother and sister were so wrapped up in their own carnal pleasures, they cared nothing of the welfare of their people. She despaired of ever finding any solution. "After awhile, I just wanted to flee. Then Bas'awn's master came to me and told me of a prophesy. One where I would go to a new world and guide his student to his soul mate." "Me?" "Yes, you baby. That wily old man never once told me, I was going to give birth to Bas'awn's mate. He gave me this pendant to return to Starklin once Bas'awn and you finished the second tier. See, you could complete the first two tiers of your joining while Bas'awn was residing in the cybertrontic body. Unfortunately the final tier could only be achieved once he'd returned to his natural state and that was within his own body on Starklin." "Is that why Bas's body began to fall apart?" "Not really. For some unknown reason, nothing mechanical can survive traveling through the portal. So when he crossed in his mechanical form, he was pushed out of that body and returned to his former body." "Sarina, Jagati, Bas'awn has requested your presence in the main hall." Kurlack stood in the doorway. "I will escort you both." "Let's go, shall we?" Kurlack offered Sarina one arm and Jagati the other. * * * * When Jagati entered the main hall, she wasn't sure what she'd expected, but it wasn't what she saw. Golden draperies covered the windows, and around the hall were many stuffed chairs where people lounged. It looked more like a modernistic resort's reception room than it did anything else and at the center of it stood Bas'awn. Before him stood Josja restrained by stasis handcuffs and next to him stood a young man. "Aleja." The names seemed to be ripped out Kurlack against his will. Turning to her father she cast a questioning look at him. How does he know this person? "I'll explain it later, daughter. It's time for you to take your place at your mate's side." Her mother smiled and gestured her to join Bas'awn. Nodding, she released Kurlack's arm and walked towards the small platform where Bas'awn was standing. When she arrived, he smiled deeply before taking her hand and drawing her to him. "Your attention please everyone." The crowd of people rose from the chairs and the entire group gathered in front of the low dais. "Now that my mate has joined me, it is time for the sentencing. For your crimes against Aleja, numerous other men, and our community in general, you Josja Rankin have been sentenced to euthanasia." "The queen won't allow it!" "The Queen has met with a tragic accident. You can no longer hide behind her skirts, Josja. She now rests in the eternal aftermath. Do you have any last words before I carry out your sentence?" Josja sneered at him. "You can kiss my ass or better yet suck my dick!" He spat at Bas'awn. Bas'awn wiped the spittle off his cheek. Even though his duty required he carry out the sentence immediately, Jagati could feel the weight of his responsibility warring with sadness, through their newly joined bond. "This saddens me. I once trained beside you, Josja. We were brothers. The fact you choose to be depraved as opposed to honorable is a great blow to the chherti sect. Then you choose to let Silva try to rob us of our next Great Protector. These crimes cannot go unanswered. But if you'd left the boy alone, I would have simply banished you to the Earthen plane to suffer the same fate as I. But your corruption is so deep, your crimes so widespread that there is no possible mitigation for them. It is with deep regret but true necessity that I perform this duty now." Jagati was startled when he took her hand. "Bas'awn?" "Relax. I need you to concentrate, chhetri. Once we completed the final tier, you became the focal point and the controller of all my abilities." "And that means?" "I need to draw on our bond to carry out my duty as the chhetri. We're one, never to be separate again." Staring up into his golden eyes, she could see his plea for acceptance and for her understanding. Being the mate of the chhetri would never be for the faint of heart. It's a good thing I'm made of much sterner stuff than that. "Do as you must, my mate." Relief crossed his face and he turned back to Josja. She caught her breath as she felt an unfamiliar tug that seemed to come from within her. When he began to glow, she realized he was pulling on their bond to carry out the sentence. She winced when Josja began to scream. His body began to smoke. It was as if he were burning alive from the inside. Within moments, the man was writhing on the floor as if he were trying to stop the inner fire only he felt. "Shh, it'll be over in minutes, Jagati." Bas'awn pulled her closer. Pressing a kiss against her forehead, he continued to hold her while the screaming stopped. When he released her, she peered around him, expecting to see charred lumps of bones. Instead she found nothing. "Where'd he go?" "Evaporated - consumed once more by Starklin to renew her energies." "Oh." Giving her one last squeeze, he addressed those in attendance. "Now for the most pressing business at hand. We are without a queen. While many of you younger people don't recall Sarina, the elder sister of Silva, I've had the pleasure of knowing her for the past twenty-five years. She was generous enough to give birth to my mate, giving me a gift with untold worth. She's both strong of will and gentle of nature. My duty demands but it is also my pleasure to offer you, Sarina the Gifting as your new queen." A cheer rose from the crowd, who were happy to see the end of Silva's vicious reign. Bas'awn raised a hand for silence. The crowd immediately calmed. "Also with this new Queen comes a new King. Her earthly husband now holds the soul of a man familiar to all of you. Kurlack was once a pleasurer who fought Silva's unrelenting hold to let me live. He gave up his rightful place in society to spare his brother from the life of servitude, so Aleja could become the ninth chherti of Starklin. Aleja I'm happy to say will begin full training with my mate and I. So please welcome your new King and Queen and allow them to guide you, knowing they have the full blessing of all of the chhetri." As the crowd roared it's approval, she could see the disbelief on her father's, no Kurlack's face, as he came aware of the enormity of Bas'awn's gift . This new world would offer me the adventure of a lifetime and who better than my beloved Bas, to take this journey with. Nestling against his side, she savored the comfort of being close to him. I've finally come home. * * * * "Sarina?" Kurlack was still stunned by Bas'awn's announcement. "By my side, remember?" She leaned up and pulled him down until their lips were mere inches apart. "But feel free to dominate me in bed." Kurlack arched an eyebrow at her. Does she mean what I think she means? Sarina laughed at the surprised look in his eyes. "I wouldn't have it any other way."