Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) (35 page)

“But I want to.” He looked up
and, catching her eyes with his, parted her cleft with his thumbs. “Have to
clean you everywhere, Mistress,” he murmured and gave her a long, slow lick
that started at the entrance of her pussy and ended at the top of her slit.

Trin jumped and moaned as his
hot tongue dragged over the tender bump of her clit. She knew she shouldn’t let
him do this. Earlier it had been necessary—she’d had to let him lick her in
order to loosen her up enough to take the phallus inside her pussy. But she had
no such excuse now—no excuse but that she loved the feel of his hot mouth
between her thighs.

Goddess, what was happening to
her? Surely it was wrong to lie there and let the big Havoc clean her with his
tongue as if it was normal and right. And yet, she couldn’t seem to help
herself or ask him to stop. She could only lay there and watch as he stroked
his tongue over her open pussy time and again, as if he was trying to get every
last drop of her honey.

“There,” Thrace murmured at last, sitting
back just when she was beginning to throb and ache again with renewed need. “I
think you’re clean now, Mistress. Let’s get you dressed and we’ll go see Lady
Tam-tam.”

“All…all right,” Trin whispered
faintly. “Let’s…do that. Let’s go.”

She allowed Thrace to find
another dress for her—this one deep green with white lace—and put it on her.
Then, still feeling slightly dazed as well as hot and swollen between her
thighs, she and Thrace
followed the complicated directions to Lady Tam-tam’s viewing room.

Chapter
Twenty-five

“Come in, my dears. Do come in.”
Lady Tam-tam ushered them into a small, plush room decorated with many
priceless little knickknacks arranged in shelves hung on the deep red walls. It
had two overstuffed chairs and a blazepit in one corner where a small fire
crackled softly, giving the light a soft, reddish tinge. The room was carpeted
in long, white fur that moved in swirling patterns as if in response to some
unseen current.

Trin thought it looked like a
lady’s private refreshment room—one she could go to in order to get away from
the rest of the world and just relax with a hot libation and some fanciful
reading material. Well—three fourths of the room looked that way, anyway. In
contrast to the rest of the snug little parlor, large viewscreens lined one of
the walls. Under them was placed a complicated looking control panel. The sleek
technology clashed with the cozy comfort of the rest of the room, making it
seem strange and out of place.

“Do take off your shoes please,”
Lady Tam-tam said before Trin had barely taken a step. “You have to be gentle
with the
Pompa
fur rug. It’s alive,
you know and it doesn’t take harsh treatment well.”

“Alive?” Trin looked down at the
soft white fur as she slipped off the ridiculously high heels that went with
her dress. When she stepped into it barefoot, she sank in up to her ankles. It
was like walking on silk that massaged her feet with every step but she didn’t
love the idea of walking on a living organism.

“Oh, yes indeed! And it’s
very
delicate.” Lady Tam-tam frowned.
“In fact,
someone
must have been
walking all over the poor thing with shoes on last night. See this?” She
pointed to a spot in front of the control panel where the white fur was matted
and trampled as though someone with heavy boots had stood on it. “One of the cleaning
slaves no doubt. I’ll have to speak sharply to them later.”

“I see…” Trin frowned but she
was looking at the control panel, not the
Pompa
fur rug. There were several knobs that seemed to have nothing to do with
the viewscreens but they were labeled with colors rather than words. She saw
blue, green, scarlet, white, yellow, orange, pink…and black. What could it
mean?

“I see you’re admiring my viewscreens,”
Lady Tam-tam said, mistaking where Trin was looking. “Indeed, they’re most
useful. This one corresponds to Dreaming Suite One.” She pointed to the
viewscreen on the far right of the viewing wall. “This one is Dreaming Suite
Two…” She motioned to the middle screen. “And this is Suite Three. Four and
Five are hardly ever used.”

“Wait—that’s our room.” Trin
motioned to the middle screen which showed nothing but an empty room.

“Indeed it is,” Lady Tam-tam
said tartly. “And I was preparing to ask you to leave it before the little show
the two of you put on just now.”

“So…you really were watching
us?” Trin felt the familiar burn of embarrassment as the blood rushed to her
cheeks.

“Of course I was. I watch
all
the guests in my Dreaming Suites.”
Lady Tam-tam settled herself in a plush chair before the control panel.
“Look—this is Lady Needra and her love-slave Yorth last night.” She pushed a
button and the image on viewscreen one blurred for a moment.

When it came back into focus,
Trin was shocked to see the blonde mistress on her hands and knees in the
center of the vast bed with her slave behind her. He was gripping her hips and
thrusting—clearly shoving his shaft as deeply into her pussy as he could and
Lady Needra was loving every minute of it. She moaned silently and thrust back
against him, trying to take him as deep as possible.

“He’s fucking her,” Thrace
said flatly. “Thought you people didn’t believe in letting a male do that to a
female here.”

“Well we
don’t,
not officially, anyway.” Lady Tam-tam giggled. “But look,
he’s not just fucking her. He’s
breeding
her.
Watch.” She gestured to the screen.

To Trin’s dismay, she saw the
muscular slave stop thrusting and press deeply into his mistress. He held
rigidly still, his fingers white as he gripped her hips, almost as though he
was pulsing inside her.

Coming—oh
my Goddess, he’s actually coming
inside
her! The ultimate blasphemy! The worst shame imaginable!
she thought numbly as the slave pulled out,
giving a clear view of his cum dripping from his mistress’s pussy.

“Such a
chance
she’s taking” Lady Tam-tam tittered. “You know she isn’t on
any sort of contraception. But of course, that’s what makes her little display
so much fun—the
risk.”

It was risky indeed—if Needra
got pregnant with a male child there was no way to deny that she had made love
with a male. Like the Daughters of Zetta Prime, the Yonnites went to
contraception centers and chose to have only female children.

Trin was shocked by the blatant
display, but somehow the sight didn’t sicken her as it should have. Instead,
she suddenly had a mental image of herself and Thrace in the same positions. The
forbidden mental picture started a tingling and throbbing between her thighs
and at the tips of her breasts. She shut her legs tightly and crossed her arms
over her chest, trying to push the disturbing image away.

“There, you see?” Lady Tam-tam
said. “Lady Needra
always
gives a
stellar performance—that’s the reason she’s forever welcome here and gets a
Dreaming Suite every time she comes.”

“We see,” Thrace rumbled. “But what about
us?”

“I’ll show you—let me run back
the feed.”

Lady Tam-tam pushed more buttons
and the middle viewscreen whizzed into life as the empty room blurred to
static. After a moment, their hostess pressed another button and the screen was
filled with a new image—Thrace
lying on the bed with Trin curled up beside him, naked, her head pillowed on
his broad chest.

“Oh no, that’s too far. That’s
from last night. A very disappointing performance!” Lady Tam-tam muttered,
frowning at Trin. “I don’t believe you did a
thing
after allowing your slave to touch you and suck your breasts.
Oh, besides a few kisses between your thighs that weren’t even very deep.”

“I—” Trin started to say but
something stopped her. It was hard to tell in the dark room, but it seemed as
if the image had suddenly gotten darker and more hazy. Almost as if some kind
of black mist had filled the air over the sleeping platform and settled down on
the sleeping forms of herself and Thrace.

“What’s that?” Thrace rumbled, obviously seeing
the same thing.

“Dream gas of some kind.” Lady
Tam-tam frowned. “But…” She looked at the time signature at the bottom of the
screen. “This was after I had gone to bed. So who could have administered it?”

“I know who,” Thrace growled. He was staring at
the trampled place on the carpet—the spot where Trin had thought it looked like
someone with boots had been standing. She exchanged glances with him.

“Lord X—he knew about my
nightmare.
He
did this!”

“Nonsense—he has no idea where
this room is.” Lady Tam-tam waved a bejewled hand dismissively. “Only a select
few do, you know. And besides, he’s much too well mannered to do such a thing.”

“I think you’re wrong,” Trin
said. “But why would you have a way to slip dream gas into the rooms anyway?”

“To provoke a response of
course—mostly sexual,” Lady Tam-tam snapped. “Why do you think these rooms are
called ‘Dreaming Suites?’ But I
don’t
administer the gas lightly. And in your case, I didn’t at all. I was hoping for
a real performance—not an artificial one brought on by the gas.”

“Well,
someone
gassed us,” Trin said accusingly. “And I’m still betting it
was Lord X.” She watched the viewscreen. Clearly she had only taken a small
breath of the gas before burying her face in Thrace’s side. He, however, had
breathed in the black mist deeply. Despite that, it was Trin who started
thrashing, her sleeping face filled with agony and fear.

Trin watched, horrified and
fascinated. Though there was no sound, she could almost hear her own frightened
moans.

“My nightmare!” she exclaimed.
“The gas is what caused it—it was
awful.”

“Fucking bad one, too,” Thrace
growled from behind her. “Had a hell of a time getting you back to sleep. Do
you…” He cleared his throat. “Do you remember what it was about now?”

“No…” Trin frowned.
Stop it! Let him go!
The words echoed in
her mind along with a quick flash of someone—someone she knew?—being tied up
and hurt. But then the image was gone as quickly as it had come. “No,” she
repeated. “I don’t—it’s still a blank. I only know it was bad.”

“Probably better you don’t
remember then,” he growled.

“Probably.” She shivered. “I
don’t understand though—you can tell I barely got a whiff of the gas while you
got a
lot
of it. But
I
was the one who had the nightmare. Why
was that?”

“Simple—it wasn’t
your
nightmare,” Lady Tam-tam said. She
nodded at Thrace.
“It was his. Or else a bad memory turned into a nightmare.”

“But how did
I
get his nightmare or memory or
whatever?” Trin demanded. She nodded at Thrace and noticed that the big
Havoc was looking distinctly uncomfortable but he didn’t say anything.

“You’d had the white gas—the
Truth gas earlier.” Lady Tam-tam sounded bored, as though this didn’t interest
her at all. “And you were sleeping closely connected to him—naked in his arms.
The skin-to-skin contact allowed his nightmare or past trauma to jump to you
and
you
became the one who manifested
it. However…” She sat up and stared at Trin sharply. “That
isn’t
what I brought you here to see.
This
is.”

She pushed some more buttons and
once more the images on the screen blurred to static. In a moment they stopped
and Trin was faced with the scene of herself lying at the end of the bed while Thrace
knelt between her legs and kissed and licked her pussy.

“Goddess of Judgment,” she
whispered, feeling as though she might faint. Somehow seeing what they had done
together on the screen made the act she’d committed all the more real. She felt
faint as she watched the big Havoc thrust two thick fingers deep inside her
while he licked and sucked her clit. The sight filled her with shame but even
worse, it filled her with desire. She could feel the tips of her breasts
tingling and the area between her thighs where he had so lately licked and
kissed her was throbbing and swollen with need.

“See? Very nice. Especially for
your first time.” Lady Tam-tam turned to her, a small smile playing around her
lips. “Oh yes, my dear Lady Trin—I know your true story. I got it all out of
lady Malroth right after first meal. I know that you’re really from Zetta Prime
and your Havoc is a slave of convenience in order to help you do business on
Yonnie Six—not really a love-slave as you claimed.”

“Untrue,” Thrace interrupted in a deep growl.
“That may have been the case when my lady first bought me but I am hers now,
body and soul. I care for her deeply though, as a true daughter of Zetta Prime,
she cannot return my emotions.”

“Is this so?” Lady Tam-tam
frowned at Trin.

Trin drew herself up,
embarrassment and rage warring within her. Rage won.

“Not that it’s any of your
business,” she said icily. “But yes.”

Lady Tam-tam made a motion with
one finger. “Go on.”

Trin clenched her hands into
fists, trying to hold on to her temper.

“I bought Thrace to act as a prop so that I
could make trade agreements with the mistresses of Yonnie Six,” she said. “Then
he saved my life and I was going to set him free but he wouldn’t let me. He
insisted on staying with me until I had earned back his slave price—fifty
thousand credits.” For some reason the price echoed in her head, bothering her.
But she didn’t have time to think why.

“Fifty thousand credits?” Lady
Tam-tam raised an eyebrow. “My, that’s
much
too much to pay for a single slave.”

“It is,” Trin confessed. “But
the slaver who was selling him had accused me to the security Crangs—because I
punched him when he wouldn’t stop using the collar on Thrace. It was either pay his price
or wind up on the auction block myself.” She cleared her throat. “Also, he was
going to kill Thrace
right in front of me. I paid the price to save both of us—I had no choice.”

“So…you paid that ridiculous
price, doubtless using up your pitiful savings, and putting yourself in the
red,” Lady Tam-tam said. “And now, according to Lady Malroth, you have a bundle
of
Jaxite
crystals you want to unload
in order to get into the black again.”

“Something like that,” Trin said
coolly. “We don’t all live on a natural deposit of Dream Gas, my lady. I have
to make a living somehow. However, as we have clearly failed here, Thrace
and I will be happy to leave.” She gave a small, frosty bow and started to
withdraw.

“Wait.” Lady Tam-tam frowned at
her. “Don’t go, Lady Trin. I have…a proposition for you.”