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Pressing his body against her, Zorian cupped her breasts. She arched into his hands, hanging from the chains. Quickly, his hand reached beneath her tunic and felt her pussy. “Hmmm. Wet. Good girl.” His smile was triumphant. Then his fingers rubbed her swollen clit. Heat coiled up inside her.

Her body hung in a haze of lust. But fear of pain remained in the periphery of her mind like shadows lurking in the corners of a dungeon. She attempted to make eye contact with one of the Drones or slaves but doubted they would dare try to help her.

One of the Drones, a large blond male named Valdon, was on top of Gwyllain now, giving his offering of chi, his ass pumping up and down while he fucked her. The demoness seemed partially amused.

Tarik, now enjoying a massage by several slave women, seemed oblivious to his lover’s actions. His gaze lingered on Sakari as Zorian began his training session. Slaves did not have sexual contact with the demoness and her consort, only the Drones did during their offerings. The offering of chi from the Drones was the necessary evil that had kept Anartia in existence for the last thousand years.

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Sakari would find no assistance from them. The rulers of the exiled world had made their judgment for Sakari. She was now a Drone and after training she’d have to obtain the lifeforce energy like the others.

Nuzzling her neck, Zorian’s tongue brought shivers and a gush of wetness between her legs. “Just a prelude to what’s coming.”

She made a face. “I don’t understand. You’re giving me pleasure for killing a mortal? I didn’t mean to kill him. He was hiking alone. No one saw what I did.”

“You need to learn how
not
to kill your quarry, especially when they are Sha Warriors.”

“I didn’t know my quarry was a Sha Warrior. I tried to save him. I brought him here before he died,” she said through clenched teeth. The thoughts of her first disastrous trial as a Drone faded as Zorian thrust his finger deep inside her channel. She glanced sideways toward Tarik. A female Drone awaited his command. Instead he stroked his cock, his eyes blazing with lust as he stared at Sakari.

As if Zorian knew Tarik was observing, he knelt between her legs, raised her tunic above her waist and licked her pussy, circling her clit. Startled by the erotic sensations awakening in her body, she gripped determined to remain in control. “You taunt me with pleasure. What next, pain?”

“I’ll teach you how not to kill your quarry. Anartia needs the Sha Warriors alive.”

“I should not be Drone. I’d much rather be a slave.” If she could only convince the demoness of that. She would better serve the demoness on Anartia, not Earth.

“You must do the demoness’s bidding.”

Frustrated, she exhaled in a huff.

Zorian stood and eased her tunic back down. Walking over to the table, he picked up the braided whip again. He approached her. Slipping a hand behind her neck, he untied her tunic. The top dropped, exposing her breasts. “Nice,” he said. He cupped them and ran his thumb over the tips. Her nipples were raw and sensitive and her body responded.

Slowly he stepped back, his face tight, his expression distant. The first strike of the whip across her breasts sent chills over her skin. Her heart rate accelerated. She bit her lower lip, not wanting to cry out. Surprisingly, the lashes stung but the pain wasn’t as bad as she thought. Another strike and she jumped as her other breast felt the sting of the lashes. Heat radiated at the place where he’d stuck her. Looking into his eyes, she saw that they had turned cold.

Then his hand moved to her hip where the dress was tied. Slowly, he pulled at the tie and the material dropped to the floor, leaving her naked. He kicked the tunic aside.

Her body shivered as cool air whisked over her bare skin.

A gush of moisture trickled down her leg. She moaned.

The demoness moaned louder. Sakari glanced over and noticed Valdon had changed form. He was just as muscular but his skin was now a glistening mahogany 9

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color, his hair short and black. Thick thighs tensed and buttocks clenched as he pumped inside her. When this Drone was first assimilated, Zorian said he had asked Tarik for the ability to shift into various human forms, not animal. Most Drones preferred to shift to animal form for the convenience of concealment and travel. In their shifted form, Drones could also extract chi.

The great wooden doors of the temple swung open and slammed against the marble walls. Dante charged into the temple and marched across the hall to Zorian and Sakari.

He did not wear the tunic of a slave. He wore human clothes—jeans and a black tee shirt. A nebula stone hung around his neck on a leather cord. His straight black hair reached his shoulders and his bronze skin gave him the American Indian appearance he’d requested when first assimilated as a Drone.

Dante gave Sakari a long, appraising look. “I think she’s about done.” He didn’t seem to notice that Zorian had just dropped his loincloth and his cock was semi-erect and impressive.

A chill skittered across her skin as Dante closely studied her body, marked with lashes, flushed with desire and quivering.

“I’ll determine when she is finished.” Zorian stood straighter, gripping the boltstick. His erection grew harder and his muscles glistened with a sheen of sweat in the torchlight.

“It’s important she returns to Earth soon,” Dante said.

“I’m not finished with her training.” He brought his lips to her ear. “This will take a while.”

Again, Sakari looked beyond Dante and Zorian, scanning the great room of the Temple of Anartia, wondering if the demoness would reconsider her judgment, hoping someone would come to her rescue. Tarik watched Sakari while stroking his hardened shaft with quick strokes. Beside him, Gwyllain waved forward the next male Drone to give his offering, apparently oblivious to her consort’s distraction. Tarik still hadn’t allowed his female Drone to present her offering. The Drone waited, not daring to show any sign of impatience.

Zorian turned her away from the pillar enough so he could flog her ass and thighs.

After a while she felt the heat and sting tingling over her skin.

“I think you’re ready for the next stage,” Zorian said.

“Why are you taunting me like this?” she rounded on him. “Why don’t you just punish me or train me and get it over with?”

“Because I can see you’re getting turned on by this,” he answered. “I can smell it on you.”

“And you.” Her eyes stared at the thickness of his cock.

Zorian smiled. “I do enjoy my work.” He picked up the boltstick and Sakari’s pulse jumped several beats.

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“But you don’t understand. This
is
training.”

“How so?”

“You must collect chi energy from humans through sex without achieving orgasm or you’ll lose most of the energy you collect and kill them.” He clicked on the boltstick and the looped tip sizzled with electrical static. He turned it up and the loop glowed blue.

“Okay, I get it now. No climax with my quarry. Can I go now?”

“Afraid not, demon. Humans are difficult to resist. You must learn.”

Difficult to resist?
She wasn’t attracted to the one she’d killed. She just drew too much lifeforce too quickly, trying to get it over with. That was what killed him. “I’ll be careful next time.” She yanked on the chains. Even as a slave on Prygos she was never in chains. Here she was a Drone, a more respected position and she was manacled to a pillar. “Let me go, Zorian.”

Zorian got in her face. “You must understand. The demoness won’t permit another mistake. Your life depends on my training. Don’t you want to return to Prygos?”

She nodded. She had to return for her parents’ sake.

“Then follow my instructions. The best advice I have for you when it comes to humans, is never let it get personal.”

“Yes, yes, I know. Valdon told me that.” Her gaze focused on the boltstick. Zorian moved the glowing loop just above her skin. Holding her breath, she waited for the first contact where the electric jolt would surge through her.

“No matter what I do to you. Do not climax.” He touched the sizzling loop of the boltstick to her thigh and the electric jolt traveled to her toes and straight to her pussy.

Her clit thrummed. The stimulation was excruciating. She was on the verge of an orgasm.

“Oh,” she moaned.

“Focus,” he ordered. In this role he was all dominant. As she recalled in the bedroom, Zorian preferred the position of a submissive.

“Trying.” She was aware that Dante was watching but not as a voyeur. He had his arms crossed appearing more restless than amused.

Zorian slid the boltstick tip up over her hip and across her breasts. Her nipples were on fire. Red marks lined her creamy skin from the earlier lashing. Hard, stiffened nipples were already a bundle of raw nerves. Still he cranked up the power of the tool.

She cried out.

The loop skimmed her breasts as she tried to jerk away but her back was up against the pillar. Her other nipple was hit with a current of sensation that shot directly to her cunt. Her breath was short and rapid as if she’d raced Zorian around the tiny island world of Anartia. She took in a deep breath, trying to cool the heat and lust pulsing in her veins. The scent of sea and mountain heather drifted into the temple to where she was chained. She tried to focus on the nature images, tried to listen to the sound of the 11

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waves crashing on the cliffs, anything to keep her mind off her throbbing clit. No luck.

Her own aroused essence mingled with the outdoor scents.

Then he trailed the boltstick down toward her pussy. “No, I don’t think I’m ready,”

she pleaded.

“We’ll see. You must resist.”

She glanced down and saw his fully erect cock. Images of him thrusting his engorged cock into her flashed into her mind. The sex had been good between them but that’s all there was, all there ever would be. She wanted to feel his shaft sinking deep inside her. She groaned.
Damn, no! Cannot think of this.

The boltstick reached her pussy, only a fraction of an inch from her clit. “Zorian, don’t.”

“Good girl. You’re ready for the next step.”

“What next?” Sweat trickled at her brow. Her body quivered. She needed release.

How much longer could she hold off her orgasm?

“She needs to be put to the test,” Dante said.

Sakari sucked in air and tried to shift position. Not easy to do when she was spread-eagle against a marble column.

“It’s important she doesn’t make another mistake,” Zorian interrupted.

“And equally important we keep the demoness pleased and maintain the stability of our world.”

“I’ll be finished soon.” Zorian pointed the boltstick at Dante. “Would you like to try it out? I’m sure I could bring you to the brink of some serious sweet torture.”

“Another time perhaps.”

“I’ll look forward to that time.” Zorian lowered his gaze to Dante’s groin area.

Dante left without another word and crossed the room toward the demoness. The tall, lean male approached Gwyllain’s lounger. Hands on hips, Dante disregarded her current Drone’s activities. Valdon appeared to be near climax by the strain on his face and the primal grunting sounds and pumping action. Gwyllain even seemed to be somewhat amused by Valdon’s offering. Dante hovered over the demoness and her Drone. Sakari expected him to yank Valdon off the demoness before he finished his offering.

Then Gwyllain glanced up and saw Dante. She tapped Valdon on the back. “Be quick now. My next offering has arrived.”

Valdon groaned but with the disapproving look from Gwyllain, he finished and stood and as he did, his mahogany skin lightened to his regular tone and his hair lengthened to the blond strands that reached past his shoulders. He gave Dante a sharp look. The rejected Drone retired to one of the servant quarters down the hall. A slave quickly met the demoness’s needs.

Sakari noticed Zorian watching the whole scene with interest. He stood at the table rearranging the tools while he studied Dante. Across the room Dante conversed with 12

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Gwyllain quietly. This Drone had just returned from Earth ready to give his offering.

Then Gwyllain stood and walked with Dante into her private chamber. The demoness rarely took Drones to her private chamber.

“Does it bother you to see him with the demoness?”

Zorian shot her a look, then shrugged, not committing to an answer. “Your predicament is Dante’s fault.” He pinched a nipple, held it firm and pulled it out until she moaned. Then he tightened a nipple clamp onto it. Another clamp was attached to a chain at the other end. He clamped that to her other nipple. A new level of pleasure and pain, excruciating sensation that threatened to send her over the edge with an orgasm.

“How is this Dante’s fault?” She closed her eyes to the heightened awareness to every nerve in her nipples and breasts. Damn, if Zorian wasn’t turning her on again.

“If Dante hadn’t lost his nebula stone, the demoness wouldn’t have been so impulsive to demote him to a slave.”

“But he was wearing a nebula stone.”

“Taken from a Drone who no longer exists.”

A Drone who fell out of favor with the demoness? A Drone who had killed a Sha Warrior like she had? The thought was one she did not want to think about. Instead she preferred to focus on Zorian’s hand, which was stroking her ass. Her pussy throbbed with an ache that needed attention. “Zorian,” she breathed.

“And that’s why you’re a Drone now. Tarik needed another Drone and selected you.” His hand traveled just above the junction between her legs. She rocked her hips, urging him to move lower. Smiling, he locked eyes with her. “Almost done. Ready for the final level of training?”

“Enough. Please, Zorian.”

He walked over to the table and picked up the rod and came back to her.

Dante strolled out of the demoness’s chamber. Naked, with a sheen of sweat, he walked to the edge of the bath and dived in. After swimming a couple laps he got out and dried off with a thick towel one of the slave women handed him.