Talon's Trophy

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Talon’s Trophy

ISBN # 1-4199-0500-7

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Talon’s Trophy Copyright© 2006 Dawn Ryder

Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication: February 2006

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Talon’s Trophy

Dawn Ryder

Chapter One

Discipline.

It was a way of life. The force that could hold the body still when the mind wanted to disobey. When a man conquered his own inner beast, he was truly a Master.

“Show me your pussy.”

A soft rustle of fabric reached Talon’s ears as Ruthar’s female obeyed his order. Soft blonde hair appeared in Talon’s line of vision as the female lay across her Master’s table. Staring straight ahead, Talon caught the rosy tips of her breasts as the mounds of flesh jiggled softly with her movements.

“Talon, come here.”

That was a privilege. Most trophy masters didn’t let other males see their females. Ruthar grinned as Talon moved towards the table. “I captured Zola in my first year on hunter patrol. She is perfectly trained now.” The female never moved as her Master openly displayed her spread body. Ruthar reached forward and stroked her open pussy with one finger. The flesh glistened with moisture as he smiled. “You see? Perfect obedience. I promised your father that I would make sure you understand the value of training your trophy female.”

Ruthar thrust his finger into the open pussy and worked it back and forth. Talon was fascinated by the display. His cock hardened painfully as Ruthar pushed two of his thick fingers into his female and worked her body with the digits. The older warrior had five females. He was ruthless in battle and his female trophies proved it. Ruthar’s eyes moved and caught his. “Mercy is for losers. Apply firm discipline to your female from the beginning and she will cater to your every whim. Turn around, Zola, and suck your Master’s cock.”

The female moved instantly and turned onto her stomach. She never looked at Talon but immediately reached for Ruther’s pants to open them. Her slim fingers handled his cock with confidence as her little pink tongue appeared to lick it.

His trophy
.

Talon let the word bounce around his skull on the trip back to his bunk. Sweet temptation. His cock throbbed as he walked and he let himself think about sunrise. Carefully secured in his uniform vest was a set of new orders. Ten years of service was being rewarded with a chance to defend the outer sphere, and that meant leaving the protected living areas and patrolling the border that was the very edge of the hunter territory. His lips curled back as he tightened his control. Hunters did not get their own female unless they captured and trained one themselves. In the protection spheres there were only hunters and trainees. Females were not allowed to serve in the military ranks.

But they did live in the reserve areas that hunters protected. Outside Talon’s base was a demilitarized area where females were part of groups known as families. Talon wasn’t too sure exactly what that word meant, but it had something to do with the way their resources were divided among their population members. There was often a male head of the unit who controlled the disbursement of food and other supplies.

The hunters did not mingle with the other inhabitants due to their military training. In Talon’s world, a threat was neutralized—permanently. For some reason, the people outside his training sphere found that manner of thinking too harsh for their way of life. It was interesting to understand that they were all members of the same race but had actually split into two separate cultures.

Two different sides of life that needed one another to continue to survive. Hunters spent their lives defending the planet. While they could produce enough food and other supplies, there was not an abundance of offspring. Outside, they did not have the skills to protect their families and farms but they did have a larger number of children. So both ways of life managed to live together without much strife. But there was strict enforcement of the militarized zone. Crossing into a hunter sphere was an infraction of law, and tomorrow it would become his duty to enforce penalty on anyone who invaded his territory. That was how a hunter captured a female. Appropriately aged law violators became the property of their hunter captor. All others would be sent to the work sphere. Law-breaking of any kind proved a lack of respect for authority, so that member of the population was removed from the demilitarized sphere to prevent their lack of discipline from influencing others.

Hunters competed for outer sphere patrol duty. It was often a dangerous posting because invasion would strike them first but they gained the right to bring home what they captured and the outside community did not voice a complaint as long as the hunters stayed behind their warning signs. It was a simple system. The females were taught to stay away from the posted hunting grounds. If they crossed onto them, they placed themselves at risk. It didn’t matter a whole lot that they did not know the reason for the warnings—as far as Talon and his fellow hunters were concerned, disobedience was grounds for chastisement. You didn’t need to know why an order was given but you had better obey it or shoulder the consequences. The only other way to gain a female was penal colony duty. If a hunter volunteered for transfer to the work spheres, he would be allowed to claim one female after a year of service. Talon rejected that method. He found no pleasure in selecting a female from a lineup. No, there was something about hunting one daring enough to defy law that made his blood heat.

He was going to bring back his own trophy and she would call him Master.

* * * * *

“Mia, you are heading towards disaster, mark my words!” The younger girl didn’t even look over her shoulder. She kept right on moving despite the warning signs posted in front of her. Chanah ground her teeth together with frustration as she tried to think of a way to get her younger sister to respect the law and return.

“It’s not that far, Chanah. Don’t be so chicken.”

Mia didn’t even look back at Chanah as she flung her comment over her shoulder. Instead her eyes were looking at the ripe
yemuta
stalks glimmering in the morning sunlight. The stalks were as big as Chanah’s fist, just one of them would buy enough food for the winter. On her current side of the forbidden zone, Chanah would be lucky to find enough to feed her family for a week. The rare plant was harvested clean everywhere except beyond the posted warning signs.

But there were heavy penalties for those who violated the law. Chanah looked at the warning signs and bit her lower lip. Chanah knew better than to tempt fate. Females who went into the forbidden zone didn’t always return. There were rumors of males who hunted beyond the posted warnings. But they were huge men who bore little resemblance to the men who shared her village. Those rumors told of black-clad bodies that were twice the size of a normal man. For that reason, the forbidden zone was to be respected.

Besides,
yemuta
was valued by all spheres, not just her own and Chanah very much doubted the hunters on the other side of that forbidden zone were willing to let anyone steal what was theirs.

“Mia get back here! Do not disrespect the law.”

Mia wrapped her hands around a
yemuta
stalk and began to pull on it. Chanah dropped her own basket and picked up her skirt to run. The hairs on the back of her neck were tingling as she watched Mia break her prize loose and turn to show it to her.

Horror flooded her as Chanah saw the hunter rise from the other side of the
yemuta
. His eyes were sharp as they looked at her running towards him and then they sliced to Mia who was slowly walking away from him with her prize hugged to her chest, completely unaware that he was closing the distance between them.

Chanah had no idea where the idea to challenge the hunter came from. She only saw his hand raising towards her little sister and something inside her mind snapped. She pulled the wooden club hanging on her hip free and raised it above her head as she ran faster. She carried the weapon to deal with snakes, and the hunter behind her sister looked just as vile.

“Run, Mia! Run!”

Her sister’s smile twisted with confusion as Chanah lunged past her shoulder and brought the club smashing down on that black-covered arm. The hunter hissed as he turned and kicked her weapon right out of her grasp. His body was a study in deadly motion. His eyes were fixed on her as she bent and picked up a rock to hurl at his head.

The missile bounced right off his black helmet and Chanah heard him laugh at her efforts to wound him. Her temper flared at his taunting amusement and she plucked her skirt higher and let her foot kick out at his crotch.

The hunter growled as she watched him stumble back under the blow. As his eyes rolled back in his head, Chanah tossed her head before she turned to run for freedom. The hunters never crossed the border—it was her only way to escape. Mia was screaming from the other side of that barrier, her sister’s face was filled with horror as she stumbled even further away from Chanah.

A second later the hunter’s arms closed around her like steel. He pulled her right off her feet as Mia sobbed and moved further away. The
yemuta
was clasped to her sister’s chest like a promise to Chanah that her capture was not in vain. A huge hand covered her mouth and nose, clamping over both as she caught the strong scent of some chemical. Her vision blurred as though she was too hot as Mia turned and ran. Her body began to float like a leaf on those waves. The hard arms clasping her were the only thing that wasn’t swaying, Chanah leaned on her captor’s limbs as her muscles lost the ability to hold her up. Her eyelids fluttered shut as the world dissipated in a cloud of blackness.

* * * * *

Chanah wanted to wake up. She knew there was something very important she had to deal with but her brain didn’t want to surface from its deep slumber. It was like a thick blanket that was tucked tightly around her and she was struggling to loosen its hold on her.

She had to struggle and fight for…for…

Her eyes flew open as memory exploded in her brain. She needed to get away!

She could still see his startling multicolored eyes. The hunter who had sprung at Mia. She had actually pushed her body towards his larger, armor-clad form and attacked him before he set his hands on Mia. While it might have been courageous, it had also been foolish.

And then what? His eyes had burned into her for a moment before her brain stopped recalling what had happened.

Her eyes moved around the room but there was nothing that looked familiar. Whatever she lay on, it was hard and cold but when she tried to sit up, Chanah discovered her body was secured in place. Her arms were bent and resting over her breasts but around each wrist was a two-inch wide metal cuff that a thin scarlet chain was attached to. Those chains ran to a collar that was secured around her neck and her hands were cupped lightly under her chin.

But the most alarming thing was the way her feet were chained. Each knee was bent over a hard beam and her thighs were spread wide with each ankle locked in place. Her tender flesh was clearly visible to anyone who laid eyes upon her. There was a soft blanket covering her torso but her hips and legs were bare.

Her mouth went dry as she looked around the room again. The ceiling was constructed of smooth navy blue material. All the corners were angles and the air was cool. Chanah strained to lift her head higher and see more of the room but the collar around her neck was secured to the table she lay on.

There was a swish and then she heard hard steps. Every nerve she had tightened as Chanah actually felt a pair of eyes on her spread body. Her heart accelerated and her skin heated as blood raced through her veins.

A little moan left her mouth as a man stepped into her line of vision. The multicolored eyes looked at her face before moving over her body with a slow inspection. The hunter did not speak. Instead a second set of footsteps came across the floor and he looked away from her to whoever was in the room with them.

“Insert the
ritith
.” His voice rang with authority as she felt a hand brush over her spread sex. The lips protecting her little clit were pushed back and actually held aside by thin straps of something that ran up over her belly and to her waist. The cool air made her hips twitch but she was helpless beyond that tiny movement.

The hunter returned his attention to her face as her entire lower body went numb. There was a sharp snap and then those steps on the hard floor as whoever had touched her sex left.

“Feeling will return in an hour. You will stay as you are until then.”

Chanah licked her dry lips and his eyes followed the tip of her tongue. “What did you do to me?”

The hunter jerked his eyes away from her mouth and his lips tightened in anger. He appeared cross with his own actions of looking at her mouth but she shivered anyway. Her response appeased him. He smoothed a firm hand over her raised thigh before pulling the blanket down to cover her to the knees.

“I have captured you. You will call me Master.”

Why wasn’t the mind stronger than the body? That was a cruel dictate of fate, forcing her to remain among the living when death looked inviting and soothing compared to the life waiting to torment her.

Chanah tested the chains on her feet and hissed with frustration when they refused to even budge a tiny amount to grant her some meager hope. Instead the firm hold drove home how helpless she was.

Captured.

That one word bounced around in her head as it became more of an idea instead of just a single word. No, it had expanded with hushed whispers among the older women of her village about what happened to those who fell prey to the hunters.

Oh, she knew better. Mia did too, but that little fact was very small comfort as the seconds moved by like days. Feeling began to return to her lower body as she considered what the dark-haired hunter had looked like. With his helmet off, his face had been harsh, like he didn’t eat very often, his cheekbones high and his lips full. His eyes fascinated her with their kaleidoscope of colors. Green, brown and topaz combined with his powerful gaze. Chanah shivered as she remembered exactly how he had looked at her chained body…like he really did think he was her master. Chanah wanted to know what a
ritith
was but had a suspicion that she was not going to like what she discovered. Her current position told her the thing was attached to her genitals, and her cheeks flamed with that idea. No male had ever seen her sex, much less ordered something inserted into it. It was her body and a sense of invasion threatened to spill tears down her checks.