Naganti Kanan paced his chambers as he waited for the Cha'Dech to return to him. Large strides of heavy legs moved at a rabbit's pace as he rubbed his face and flicked his braids behind his shoulder. She should have returned by now. As the thought went through his mind, the main door to the chamber opened and she stepped inside. "Took you long enough." He scolded in his own language. "Did she speak to them?" The latter was directed to the guard who had brought her to him.
"Co." The guard said strongly. It was a lie but a small one, to his ears at least, she had not spoken except to tell the one called Den-yo not to touch her. The guard saw no reason for Kanan to know that small detail.
"Go." The powerfully built man waved a substantial hand in the air dismissing his underling for the night. The guard quietly shut the door to the Master's chambers as he exited. "They have not come for you. When morning comes, they will regain the companionship of their friend, they will take him with them through the N'kte and you will stay with me." Large dark fingers reached out to caress the green velvet dress that encased her small frame; nimbly they began to undo the buttons which held it closed around her. "They will not give you a second thought. They will walk through the N'kte and not even Den-yo will look back at you as he goes." Frightened green eyes stared up into their Master's dark ones, "I saw how he looked at you." Kanan's lip curled into a snarl. "You will see. They will all leave and you will stay." The nimble fingers that had been so deftly, almost gently, undoing the buttons of her dress suddenly seized it by the collar and ripped it apart. Ivory buttons flew across the room. "You will see." Swiftly he picked her up off her feet and tossed her onto his bed. "I know what you think, I saw the symbol. Ares will not come for you." One thick ebony hand between her linen breasts, holding her firm to where she lay, the other ripped the belt from waist. "Never will he come back here. Always, you are mine." Kanan grasped her wrists firmly and held them together while he bound them with the belt, as always she offered no resistance. No, she knew better than to defy him now, although part of him wished that she would, it would make his entering her that much sweeter. Kanan took the free end of the belt and secured it tightly to the bedpost at the top of the bed. "Come on, Cha'Dech, fight me. You know how much I love it when you fight." Kanan whispered in a voice which dared her defiance. Her slender white body trembled and shook beneath his thick black hand. "Go on; tell me that I'm wrong."
With everything she had she wanted to scream at him that he was wrong! They had come for her! He would see, tomorrow he would know! Tomorrow. But tonight she nothing more than the receptacle for her Master's spew. Not like every night, she reminded herself as she lay quite still. Master Kanan had not partaken of her in some time; long ago he had learned that one of the best ways to punish her was simply to leave her alone. Besides, he had all of those other women to soothe his aches and fill his wants, there was no need to limit himself to this one no matter what title had been bestowed upon her.
Kanan crawled onto the bed with fire in his eyes and his groin, he was fully erect as he swung a thick leg over her head and parted her lips with his fingers.
Her Master was long and hard, his flesh hot against the back of her throat. Still laying quiet, still laying quite quite still, she worked the flat of her tongue along his hardness and suckled her lips around it. Air in her lungs was scared as put his full weight upon her slender chest, she fought for more of it, just to breathe. Still she lay quiet and allowed him to take her the way he wanted. The act was always repulsive to her, the way his hands groped her body and pulled at her hair. It had been so long since he had entered her. Did she want him? No. Never did she want his touch. Did she need him? Yes. Always did she need his touch and the deposit he would leave inside of her. Whether he dropped it down her throat or inside her cunt made little difference, just so long as he dropped it. Kanan's hips thrust his hard cock in and out of her mouth and down her throat; she gave the first sign of resistance by choking involuntarily. Kanan's eyes gleamed as she fought against the feeling rising at the back of her throat and swallowed before her stomach could heave. "Always mine." He whispered again as his balls pressed to her chin. "Mine." A rough hand snatched out to grab a handful of auburn hair at the back of her head, bringing it forward to meet his thrusts. A small sound escaped her. It could have been 'no' but she was smart enough never to say such a thing to him, especially not a moment such as this. Her small hands clenched into fists as they resisted the leather that bound them and then bit into the soft flesh of her wrists. The fire in his belly grew and he withdrew from her mouth. Turning her harshly onto her stomach, raising her lower back, and hips into the air he entered her in one quick thrust. The woman let out a coarse cry. Again, he thought it could have been 'no' and he leaned in close to her in case she should utter it again.
The pain in her extremities was agonizing. Her Master was not a small man in stature or size. One hand planted roughly upon her hip, the other between her shoulder blades, pushing her face down, into the mattress and again it became so hard to breathe. He had pulled her as near to the end of the bed as he could so that he could stand while he fucked her, the leather which bit into her wrists would give no grace. As she shut her eyes and tried to shut down her mind to what was happening to her another cry escaped her though she tried to hard to bit it back from her lips.
"Do you refuse me?" His voice threatened from behind her.
She shook her head in response and admonished herself for being so stupid. She must not say it again or he would hear her! The lightning bolt that thundered through her back door quickly diminished any hope she had that her response would cause his thrusts to ease.
"Never refuse me." Kanan sunk deep into the walls of her ass.
Tears streaming down her face, hot spent breath hitching her lungs, her head stuffed so far down into the clutches of the pillow she thought she would never see daylight again; she uttered the cry once more as Kanan dropped off his deposit.
It was 'no' or 'co' or even 'stop'. It was
Den-yo.
When Naganti Kanan was done with her, the Cha'Dech lay in her customary place on the floor next to her Master's bed with her eyes open long into the night listening to him breathe and then as he began to snore. Once he was finished with his thrusting and sweating, Kanan always slept like a rock at the bottom of the ocean. She lay there wondering if the pain in her back would allow her to rise and if what he had given her would be enough. Stealthily, she rose upon legs that felt like rubber and gathered the sheet around her naked body. Stopping to take one look back, just to be sure he was really sleeping and satisfied that he was, she quietly opened the glass door to the balcony and let herself out onto the terrace. As she breathed in the night air, she became certain that all around her were deep in the clutches of Morpheus for the night. No one would come. No one would see. No one would know, except maybe...
The Cha'Dech closed her eyes and opened her mind, praying with all her heart that her suffering had not been in vein. Looking for the power and strength inside herself first, she began to search for the mind of the man who wore Ares' symbol about his neck.
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"Den-yo?"
