Chained (Brides of the Kindred) (35 page)

“What? Why didn’t you say so in the first
place?” Kor demanded irritably. “Instead of scaring my female half to death
with your damn demonstrations?”

“I was
coming
to it,” the little
man exploded. “If only you’ll let me talk. Gerran the Terrible’s cock, you
people are impatient!”

Maggie was tempted to ask who Gerran the
Terrible was and what his cock had to do with anything but she was too eager to
hear how the implant could be gotten out of her. Now that she knew what was
really inside her body, she had a shivery, crawly sensation that wouldn’t go
away.

“Removing the implant is quite simple,
really, as long as the girl’s master is available,” the little man said.

“I told you,” Kor growled. “She’s
not
really a slave!”

“Yes, I
know
that,” the little man
snapped. “I’m talking about the male who has been acting as her master while
the implant was active. Who has been satisfying the sexual urges caused by it?”

“Oh.” Kor frowned. “Well, I have,
actually.”

“Good.
Now
we’re getting
somewhere.” The little old man hobbled back to his work station and began
working rapidly, his long, thin fingers moving so fast they seemed to be a
blur. At last he pressed a final button and a panel in the wall behind him slid
open. “Ah, there we are,” he muttered, hopping down from his perch again. He
reached into the panel and extracted what looked like a test tube filled with
some milky white liquid. It appeared to be steaming as the little man put some
kind of a seal over it and handed the vial to Kor.

Kor took it from him and frowned. “What’s
this?”

“Tentacle solvent. Tailored specially to
your beloved’s implant.” The little man sighed. “If you truly feel you must
remove it then you’ll need to drink all of that first.”

“Uh, you mean
I
have to drink all
of it, right?” Maggie had no idea what was in the test tube but if it would get
rid of the awful blinking ruby in her belly button as well as its disgusting
feathery filaments apparently fastened around every organ and system in her
body, she would gladly swallow it. In fact, she was reaching to take the tube
from Kor already when the little man spoke again.

“It’s not for you, girl. In order to
activate it, your master must drink the solvent. It will become active in his
sperm and once it enters your body it will dissolve the Denari Eroticus’s tentacles,
allowing the implant itself to fall out.”

“So you mean when I swallow his, uh…”
Maggie blushed. “His, you know…”

The little gnome man frowned. “Who said
anything about swallowing? The acid in your saliva would kill the delicate solvent
agents.”

“Well then what…?” Kor began.

“Can you people
really
be so
dense?” the man exclaimed. “The implant solvent must be delivered vaginally.”

“You mean I have to—”

“Fuck her, yes!” Hobbs sounded thoroughly
exasperated now. “Or make love to her, or put your seed organ into her milking
machine or play hide the malo-fruit in her yumyum-sack or
however
you
want to say it.”

“But…” Maggie felt like all the blood was
rushing to her face. “But do we really have to…you know? Do it
that
way?”

“We’ve been trying to avoid this kind of
contact. Could I come in a cup and put it in her that way?” Kor asked bluntly.
“Would that work?”

“What?
No!”
the little man
exploded. “What kind of a foolish question is that? Of
course
you can’t
do that. Look—” He pointed a finger at Kor. “The sperm must be delivered
straight from the source and deposited directly into the end—the very end, mind
you—of your female’s channel. Furthermore, the sperm must
not
be
subjected to air which will kill the delicate—”

“Yes, we get it. The delicate solvent
agents,” Kor growled. “Fine, so fucking is our only option.”

“Try not to sound so
thrilled
about
it,” the little man snapped. “I don’t understand your resistance to such an act
in the first place—I thought she was your beloved.”

Kor turned away. “She is. That’s why this
is so damn hard,” Maggie heard him mutter. She wanted to ask him exactly what
he meant but Hobbs the implant gnome was still standing there glowering at her.

“Thank you,” she said to him. “But can I
ask you, are there any side effects to this? I mean for Kor? Or me either for
that matter.”

He crossed his arms over his chest
sullenly. “The only side effect for either of you is that he’ll suddenly have a
female who will not longer desire him sexually or be compelled to beg for his
touch. Other than that, everything should be fine—if you call such a state of
affairs
fine.”

“We
do
,” Maggie said firmly. “Kor
and I don’t believe in slavery or anyone being compelled to do anything.”

“Hmph.” The little man looked at her
skeptically. “Give him a few days of you without that implant to keep you in
line, missy—a few days of ‘not tonight, dear, I’m tired’—
then
see how he
feels about such issues.”

Maggie was insulted but she had nothing
more to say. Arguing women’s rights with such an obvious misogynist was like
arguing the existence of God with a diehard atheist—nothing but irritation and
frustration would come of it.

“Fine,” she said nodding. “Thank you very
much for your help. I just have one more question: how long after Kor takes the
formula should he, um…”

“Fuck you?” Hobbs said nastily. “Almost
immediately. The solvent agents will travel quickly through his system and bond
with his sperm. The fresher they are, the better.”

“All right. Thank you,” Maggie said again.
She turned to Kor who was still standing with his back to them both. “Can we
go?”

“Sure.” He shrugged, still not looking at
her but Maggie saw that he had the test tube with the solvent gripped tightly
in his fist. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

They left.

Chapter Thirty

“We’re not doing this,” Kor said flatly,
the minute they locked the door of the small room they had rented in the rather
sparse hotel district of Hargous behind them. “No way in all the Seven Hells,
sweetheart. It’s not happening.”

“What?” Maggie looked at him in disbelief.
“Why not? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how you’re going to
hate yourself afterwards—how you’re going to hate
me
.” He crossed his
arms over his chest. “I won’t be a party to that, Maggie. I
won’t.”

“Kor, please—think what you’re saying. I
could never hate you.
Never.”

“What about the way you reacted after
finally going all the way down on me?” he asked bluntly. “You wouldn’t even
look
at me afterwards. You probably would have stayed in the fresher all night if
they hadn’t turned the lights off so suddenly.”

“That’s not fair. I just…I just needed a
little space, that’s all.”

“And if I do this, you’ll give me so much
space I’ll never fucking see you again,” he growled.

“I thought that was the idea,” Maggie
snapped. “I thought you wanted to go. But first you promised to help get this
horrible
thing
out of me!” She shivered, thinking about the alien
tentacles invading her body. “Did you see that model he showed us? I mean, did
you actually
look
at it? Because it’s inside me.” She grabbed his
muscular forearms and looked into his eyes.
“Inside me,
Kor and I have
to get it
out!”

“Okay, okay, it’s going to be all right.”
He looked at her anxiously. “Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe.”

Maggie took a deep breath and tried to
calm down.

“Sorry, it’s just…I love to study new life
forms but not when they’re
inside
me.” She shivered again.

“I understand.” Kor ran a hand through his
hair. “I wouldn’t want the damn thing in me, either. But let’s just think about
this—think it through.”

“There’s nothing to think about,” Maggie
insisted. “It
has
to come out.”

“Don’t forget, sweetheart, for the implant
to come out,
I
have to go in. All the way in.” He cupped her cheek and
looked down at her. “Deep inside you, Maggie. Is that what you want?”

“I…” She dropped her eyes, unable to meet
that intense, pale blue gaze. “I don’t know anymore. All I know is that this
thing
has to come out of me.”

“And what about Donald? How is he going to
feel? Are you going to tell him?”

Maggie nodded. “I’ll have to. I can’t
not
tell him. That’s not the kind of person I am. Not the kind of secret I can
keep.”

He nodded gravely. “Of course not. I
understand. So then, how will he feel?”

Maggie took another deep breath. “He’s
just going to have to understand. And if he doesn’t, well…” She sighed. “I
don’t know what I’ll do. Give back the ring, I guess.”

“Hey, hey…” Kor wiped away a tear that had
escaped down her cheek with his thumb. “Look at you—already crying. Think about
it this way, what if you kept it? Then what?”

“Are you kidding?” Maggie protested. “I’d
have to quit my job—I’d lose all professional credibility once word got out
that I had to be ‘serviced’ constantly in order to function.”

“You said your fiancé is a scientist too
and you used to work in the same lab,” Kor pointed out. “So technically he
could
take care of you.”

Maggie looked away. “Donald…wouldn’t like
that. In fact, it would irritate him to no end, especially if I kept
interrupting his work.”

“Uh-huh.” Kor nodded. “So keeping it is
absolutely not an option.”

“It can’t be,” Maggie said softly. “Kor, I
know you don’t mind helping me—or if you do, you’re nice enough not to say it—but
Donald…he
would
mind. A lot. I can’t live like this.
Please
.”

“Fine. Fine, I’ll do it.” Kor ran a hand
through his hair and started pacing. “Even though I know you’re going to regret
it.”

“Not as much as I’d regret living like
this the rest of my life,” Maggie assured him.

“Right.” Kor looked down as he paced back
and forth across the small room. “Well, I suppose I should do the honorable and
gentlemanly thing and tell you I’ll do it quickly. Maybe take you from behind
so you don’t have to see my face and you can pretend it’s someone else—pretend
it’s your precious fiancé.”

Maggie felt a lump rising in her throat
and tried to swallow it back down. “I don’t…don’t want to do that.”

“Neither do I.” Kor stopped pacing and
turned to face her. “Because I’m
not
honorable and I’m
not
a
gentleman. I’m just a male who wants you, Maggie. So if we’re going to do this,
we’ll do it
my way.”

“Oh…” Maggie put a hand to her throat
uncertainly. “What…what way is that?”

“Slowly.” Kor lifted her chin and looked
directly into her eyes. “We’re going to take our time because if this is the
only time I ever get to have you, I want to savor every second. Understand?”

“I…I understand,” Maggie whispered.

“Good, then get on the bed on your hands
and knees.”

Maggie’s heart seemed to jump into her
throat. “Oh but I…I thought you weren’t going to…to take me from behind.”

“I’m not—with my cock. But you look damn
hot in that naughty slave outfit. I want to see you on your hands and knees
with your legs spread wide for my tongue.”

“Oh, but…” Maggie wasn’t quite sure about
this. Though Kor had gone down on her often in the week they’d been together,
he had never demanded that she get on her hands and knees before he licked her.
The very idea made her feel uncertain—vulnerable somehow. But one look in Kor’s
pale blue eyes let her know he wasn’t kidding.

“Do it, Maggie,” he growled. “We’re playing
by my rules now.”

Yes, they certainly were.

“All right.” Maggie nodded. “But, um,
shouldn’t you drink the uh, solvent first?” She nodded at the vial of milky
white liquid he had laid down on the small table beside the bed.

“Not supposed to drink it until the last
minute,” Kor said. “And I’m not nearly ready to fuck you yet, sweetheart. I
need to get you ready first. Ready to take my thick cock up inside you all the
way to the hilt so I can fill you with my cum.”

As always, the dirty talk in his deep,
growling voice seemed to start a fire between Maggie’s thighs.

“All right,” she whispered as she climbed
onto the dark red bedspread and assumed the position he had demanded. “Yes, Kor.”

“Yes,
Master,”
he corrected her
sternly. “You’re my naughty little slave girl, remember?” He came to stand by
the side of the bed and began stroking her, starting at the nape of her neck
and moving his big, warm hand all the way down to the small of her back and
past the vulnerable curve of her buttocks.

“Oh!” Maggie half moaned as he caressed
her bare ass. The crotchless panties she had on were a thong so her bottom was
completely exposed to him.

“That’s right, little slave girl,” Kor
murmured. “You’re just doing what your master says so it’s not your fault. Not
your fault if it feels good to have my hands all over your body. Not your fault
if you have to spread your pussy open to take my cock deep inside.”

“Ah!” Maggie bit her lip, unable to hold
back the muffled sound of pleasure. God, he’d done nothing but stroke her back
and ass and talk dirty to her but already she was so hot she could hardly stand
it! She wondered if it was the implant but no, it was still barely pulsing at
all.

Guess I can’t blame
the slut-button for this one,
she thought hazily.
Guess
I just—

A sharp slap on her bottom startled her
out of her haze of pleasure.

“Ow!” she gasped, looking up at Kor. “What
was that for?”

“You were being naughty,” he growled.
“Zoning out on me.”

“I…I didn’t mean to,” she faltered.

“Look at me, Maggie,” he commanded. “There’s
no one in this room but you and me—I don’t want you thinking of anyone or
anything else but the two of us and what we’re about to do. What
I’m
about
to do to
you.
”

“All right,” she whispered. “I’m
sorry…Master.”

Kor frowned. “Sorry doesn’t cut it,
sweetheart. I think you need more of a punishment than that.” He sat down on
the bed beside her. “Come here and lay across my knees.”

“What?” Maggie looked at him uncertainly.
“But I thought…thought you were going to taste me.”

“Oh, I am—I love going down on your sweet
pussy, blondie. But first you’re going to take what’s coming to you.”

“But I don’t
like
that kind of
thing,” Maggie protested, her cheeks feeling hot. “I mean I’m not…not into it.”

“You’re into it now because I say so.” He
patted his lap sternly. “Come here
now,
Maggie or it’s going to be much worse.”

Feeling bewildered and strangely flushed,
Maggie crawled obediently over to lay across his lap. She felt awkward with her
ass in the air but she didn’t have time to be too embarrassed because the next
thing she knew, Kor was spanking her.

“Ow!” she gasped as his big hand connected
with her soft bottom. She hadn’t been spanked—really and truly spanked—since
she was a little girl so she wasn’t used to the pain and stinging his sharp
blows brought. “Ouch!” she protested again as he spanked her harder. “Please, Kor,
stop!”

“What
did you call me?” he demanded in a low, dangerous voice.

Maggie realized her mistake at once.

“Master—I mean Master!”

“That’s right, Maggie, I
am
your
master. And I’m going to use your body tonight, use it any way I see fit. Going
to punish you and pleasure you…fuck you and fill you with my cum and there’s
nothing you can do about it because it’s
not up to you.
Do you understand?”

At last Maggie saw what he was doing and
she felt a surge of gratitude.
He’s making it not my fault. He’s taking the
blame so I won’t feel so guilty later.

“I said,
do you understand?”
Kor
grated, giving her quivering behind another sharp blow.

“I…yes! Yes, I understand,” Maggie gasped
hastily. “You’re the master and I’m just the slave. I have to…have to do
anything you say.”

“Exactly. And what I say right now is for
you to get back on your hands and knees and put that red little bottom high in
the air. Do it quick, Maggie—there’s more where that came from!”

Maggie hastened to obey orders, scrambling
back into position at the center of the bed where she knelt, trembling, waiting
to see what her master would do next.

Kor walked around to the end of the bed
where she couldn’t see him and for a long moment it seemed he wasn’t doing
anything except maybe admiring his handiwork.

Maggie was about to risk turning her head
to look at him when she felt his hot breath on her stinging bottom.

“Master?” she whispered uncertainly as Kor
began to press soft, gentle kisses to the tender area he’d so recently spanked.

“Hush, little slave girl,” he murmured.
“Just hold still for your master.”

“I…I will,” Maggie promised. She didn’t
dare to move—barely even dared to breathe. But his mouth on her sensitive
bottom felt so good it seemed to have an effect on her pussy. “What…what are
you doing? I mean, why are you doing that?” she whispered after a moment.

“Just kissing you better, little slave
girl.” Kor stroked her ass tenderly and then nipped gently at the place where the
curve of her bottom met her thigh. “Gods, I love your lush little body. Love to
touch you and hear those soft sounds you make when you’re about to come. Can
you make some sounds for me now, Maggie?”

As he spoke, he slipped his hand between
her thighs and cupped her pussy from behind. Two long, strong fingers slid into
her wet folds and he began a long, slow, circular massage of her throbbing
clit.

“Oh!” Maggie moaned, unable to help
herself. “Oh, Master…
yes.”

“Feels good does it?” he asked softly.
“You like it when your master slips his fingers into that hot, wet little cunt
of yours? You like it when I fingerfuck you?”

“Yes.”
Maggie pushed her hips back, spreading her thighs even
wider to give him better access to her open pussy.

Kor’s fingers stopped caressing her clit
and slid downward to find her entrance. Maggie let out a low, breathless moan
as she felt them slip inside her, stretching her wide and penetrating her to
the hilt. God, if his fingers made her feel so stretched, how would she ever
take his cock?

Just have to do it,
she told herself.
Just have to…

And then Kor’s big fingers were withdrawn
and something warm and wet took their place.