Agent in Distress

Thank you all for your patience, I got sick and couldn't find the energy to write for a month, but I'm getting better now and back to writing. This chapter was one of my favorites so I took some extra time with it, and it's on the long-side, for I didn't want to break up the resolution of a storyline. I hope you enjoy it, and this chapter marks a turning point in the story, things will change in chapter 15. Thank you again for your lovely feedback, I just love reading your comments, ideas and even criticism, which does help me become a better writer.

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Tanuki

Ch 14

"Warrick told us back at the castle that you're a virgin," said Kor, as if making conversation. "You've been in the camp for a few days now, that still true?"

Lana blushed despite having heard the question more than a few times. She couldn't very well tell them that Warrick had taken her virginity. She had been a virgin until very recently. So, she simply nodded. "They seemed to be saving me for Nikol—I mean Nikos."

Kor nodded. "Good, yes, that's usually the case, the slavers keep virgins intact so they can be given to important people, or to preserve their auction value."

The man to her left, whom she thought was Tamar, reached up a hand to trail a finger along her upper arm while he spoke. "Pretty girl like you - why are you still a virgin? Are you saving yourself for someone?"

Lana leaned away from his ticklish finger while she shook her head. "No, I--I just haven't found the right person yet," she replied, wondering why she felt the need to explain herself.

"What's wrong with us?" said Kurk, to her right.

"N-nothing!" she blurted, looking from one to the other. Naked, and so close to her, she marveled at their flawless skin, rippling muscles and toned flesh. Before coming to this planet, she'd never even seen men who looked like this, and she couldn't deny she found herself helplessly attracted to them. Their massive muscular bodies made her feel small, feminine and strangely vulnerable.

"Are we not handsome? Are the men where you come from more impressive?" said Kor, his expression curious.

"Yes! No!" stammered Lana. "I mean . . yes to the . . . first question and . . . no to the second?" She'd felt more confident facing the three warriors back on the training mat at Lord Khan's castle. She'd had a wooden sword in her hand, and her telepathic abilities then.

"Feel my chest," said Tamar, reaching up to take Lana's wrist. She tried to pull her hand back, but his iron grip moved her hand to press it against his broad chest. It felt warm, and smooth, and incredibly hard against her palm and fingers, and Lana's mouth opened slightly as she looked in awe at the stunningly attractive man. "Here, move your hand around," said Tamar.

"Oh no, that's ok!" blurted Lana, as the warrior's grip on her wrist moved her hand around his broad chest, which had more ridges and contours than she'd have imagined. She couldn't decide if it was arousing, or embarrassing, with other two men watching. "Umm, could I have my hand back?" she said, finally.

"Of course," said Tamar, letting go of her wrist. "Now it's my turn," he added, raising his hands in front of her chest.

Lana squealed, clutching her arms about herself, pressing her white dress to her breasts. Tamar put his hands down and erupted in laughter and was joined by the other two men. "Your face!" he chuckled, pointing at Lana.

"Oh, very funny," said Lana, scowling at the warrior, "I get it."

"Where you come from, Miss Lana," said Kurk on the other side of her. "What do you do, when alone with three handsome men?"

Lana turned to look at him. "Well, I've never been with three men who looked anything like you," she answered, then immediately regretted how that sounded. "I-I mean . . . not that I've been with three men . . . of any kind! You understand?"

"Yes, I do," said Kurk. Then he raised a finger, inserting it in the opening of her dress under her arm pit to gently touch her side. Lana jumped and straightened upright on the bench.

"What are you doing?" she asked, keeping her tone friendly, for she didn't want to offend them. She was starting to feel like a tiny frog on an examination table.

"Well," said Kurk. "I was just wondering if there's something wrong with you, to explain why such a beauty is still a virgin. Perhaps you are one of those women who are unresponsive . . . numb?"

"Are you even ticklish?" said Tamar on the opposite side. He too began touching her again, sliding a single finger up and down her arm, and tracing the outside of her shoulder to trail down the side of her back. Lana couldn't help squirming a bit in her seat as they continued touching her, but she wasn't sure if this was Dellune custom, for men to casually touch a woman as these two were doing. Perhaps it was as normal to these men as casual conversation with a woman? And perhaps she'd not have minded so much, if her body wasn't so hyper-sensitive. Kurk's finger was trailing up and down her side, making her shiver, while Tamar's fingers were now caressing the curves of her hip in an incredibly distracting way.

"I'm not unresponsive, and I am ticklish, so please stop!" blurted Lana, struggling to hold still. "I simply haven't found the right man yet, can't you understand that?"

"Well, you'll have plenty of time to find the right man now, you'll be stuck in here with us for several hours," said Kor, kneeling in front of Lana. Thankfully he made no move to touch her, but she kept her knees tightly together nonetheless.

"You mean perhaps all three of you are the right man, is that it?" said Lana, giving him a look of annoyance.

"Certainly, you may choose all three of us, if you wish," said Kor.

"Oh no, that . . . was a joke!" exclaimed Lana, looking mortified.

Kor looked at the other two men. "We are like brothers, we've been fighting on the battlefield together since we were youths." Then he looked at Lana. "We've taken more than a few maidens together, as brothers."

Lana gaped at him. "You mean . . . you slept with a woman . . . three on one . . . the three of you?"

"Many women, sometimes two or three at a time, sometimes one," replied Kor. "We are a lot to handle for just one." Lana turned to see the other two nodding as well, as if it was a perfectly natural thing for brothers, or brothers in arms, to do. Then she noticed the way they were looking at her.

"Oh no," said Lana, suddenly using her hands to push away the hands of the two men who sat beside her. "I-I'm not that kind of girl, I'm sorry. I'm a . . . one man . . . at a time . . . kind of woman."

Kor smiled up at her. "I spoke with the magistrate, you know? We are posing as Nikos' personal guard, so he didn't mind telling us a bit about you. He said you were coming along very nicely, despite your obvious lack of experience. Perhaps you're more . . . that kind of girl . . . than you think? We know you have the stamina, from all your combat training."

Lana laughed nervously, glancing over to the door to the cage, but it was still securely shut. She was trapped in there with three Dellune males who seemed to have wandering hands, for she was still having to gently push away the hands of Tamar and Kurk as they tried to touch her. "Of course the magistrate would say that, I played along to avoid his cruel taste in punishments," said Lana. "But that's all it was, I assure you. Play acting." Lana looked at Kor, and noted his very skeptical expression. His hands came to her knees suddenly, widening them a bit so he could begin to caress the insides of her thighs, just above her knees.

"Play acting, was it?" said Kor softly, sliding his fingers deeper up her inner thighs. His finger tips barely touched her flesh as they moved up, spreading her legs a little more as they slid up under her dress.

"Y-yes!" gasped Lana, his hands sending tremors through her belly. She reached down to push Kor's hands further down toward her knees. Then she stiffened, for Kurk slid his hand deeper inside her dress to gently caress the swell of her breast, which she realized was terribly sensitive. "S-stop that, please!" she said to Kurk, her voice sounding high pitched and tight.

"Are you play acting now?" said Kurk, innocently. "There's no reason to be nervous. We're all friends here."

Lana realized she was twitching and squirming under their touches, and that must have looked strange to them. She wasn't going to get off the hook without giving them some kind of explanation, so she sighed. "Well, I mean . . . I was . . . am . . . under the influence of the Somarian fruit, and . . did the magistrate tell you about the slave salve? Well, I used a lot of that also. I was--am not myself, so . . please don't take advantage of my state."

Kor nodded, sympathetically. "You poor girl, those can be quite challenging for a virgin like yourself, so inexperienced with sex and your own body's arousal."

Lana stiffened in resentment. "I am not . . . inexperienced! Why does everyone assume that?"

"Is that not so?" said Kor, raising an eyebrow. Tamar's other hand moved to her neck then, and she cringed as his fingers touched a sensitive spot. Then to her surprise, the big warrior leaned in and brushed his warm lips against her ear. Lana shivered, squirming away, only to encounter Kurk's other hand, which came to her neck and shoulder on the opposite side. When Kurk leaned in to gently kiss her neck, she trembled visibly.

"What are you doing? Lana breathed, slightly out of breath. The men ignored her, continuing to explore her soft skin, looking for sensitive places to tease and caress with their fingers. She tried to ward off their hands, but they had six, and she only two, so it was a losing battle. To Lana's dismay, every part of her body seemed overly sensitive, and she found herself twitching and jerking as the men found and explored her nooks and crannies. Once in a while one of the men would lean in to kiss her ear, or her neck, and that would draw a soft gasp from Lana. She wondered how the poor young girls of this planet ever kept themselves pure, with men such as this around. Then she tried to close her thighs, as Kor in front of her reached deeply under her dress to grasp her hips with his hands. In response, the warrior placed his elbows inside her knees, keeping her spread apart while his hands explored her quivering hips and taut belly with the lightest of finger-tip touches.

"You seem agitated, girl," said Kor, looking at her. "Did you fail to earn relief from your pent-up need? It must be considerable."

"N-need?" squeaked Lana, "No need, none . . . not at all!" she stammered, gently grabbing his forearms and pushing them away, only to have to give up and move to fight off the hands touching her neck and sides again. It was a losing battle, her two hands against six of theirs, and two sets of lips, and Lana realized she needed to distract them from their focus on her . . . needs. "Umm, when are they coming to hook up the caravan?" she said, looking about the large barn-like interior.

"Soon," said Kor, looking about the room as well. Then his eyes returned to her. "So, all that slave training . . . you had no trouble resisting it? You didn't start to . . . accept your slavery?"

Not that again, thought Lana. She couldn't seem to escape the indoctrination. She shook her head dismissively. "I'm a highly trained Arbiter," said Lana. "We are taught to maintain focus and discipline at all times." Lana couldn't help feeling a bit dishonest, but she wanted to shut down this line of questioning as soon as possible.

"Your skin is so soft, where do you hide the muscles you used to defeat us in mock combat?" said Tamar, his hand leaving her neck to squeeze her bicep, feeling for her muscles. The other two men suddenly changed, and began massaging her arms, her thighs and her shoulders. Lana squirmed at the slight discomfort and deep embarrassment of three men feeling up her muscles.

"I feel small but nicely formed muscles under that lovely tanned skin," said Tamar, nodding his approval.

"I agree," said Kurk. "She hides it well behind her ample curves."

"Would you stop!" protested Lana, using her arms to clutch her torso and escape their intrusive touches.

Kor did not seem convinced. "A body as sensual as yours, would seem well suited to being a pleasure slave. Yet you chose the warrior path?"

Lana frowned. "Why can I not be both? A warrior and a . . . well, not a pleasure slave! I mean a woman. Why can't I be a warrior and be feminine as well? I'm a dancer, you know?"

"Indeed? I would love to see you dance," said Kor. Then he suddenly frowned, his hand going to his chin. "Miss Lana," he said, finally, after a long pause. "I forgot an important point. All slaves are naked when being transported. Your dress, it has to go, I'm afraid."

"W-what?" croaked Lana, her hand moving to clutch the dress to her chest. "Don't joke!"

Kor nodded. "I'm sorry, but if they see you dressed in what's not typical slave wear, they might start asking questions. If you are naked, they will pay you little attention."

Lana paled. The slavers might pay her little attention, but she was more worried about the three naked warriors with whom she'd be sharing a journey. And who knew if they'd prepared clothing for her for after the escape?

"Quickly, my dear," said Kor. "Remove it now and I'll hide it in the compartment with our weapons, so we can give it to you later. Or would you prefer to make the ride back home to Lord Khan naked?"

He was right, she realized, if the slavers took her dress, she'd be riding home in the nude, probably sitting behind one of the warriors, who might also be naked. Before she could change her mind, she quickly untied the strings below her breasts and pulled the dress over her head, handing it to Kor. Three sets of male eyes seemed to light up, and she moved her hands to cover herself. Kor grinned as he took the dress. Instead of going to the door as she'd expected, he lay down flat and reached an arm out through the bars, unlocked the secret compartment below. He stuffed her dress inside, closing the compartment again and replacing the key in his bandage. Then he got to his feet and returned to his kneeling position in front of her. "There, thank you my dear, I'm glad we thought of that before anyone showed up."

"Yes . . . I'll bet you are," said Lana, her brow furrowed with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. She had sat down again on the bench, her legs tightly closed, one arm across her chest and the other covering her pubic area. Kor's eyes followed her arm down, and then his eyes widened. Suddenly he reached out and grasped her slender wrist, pulling her arm away from her crotch.

"Hey, let go!" cried Lana, pulling on her wrist. Her other arm left her breasts to cover her exposed pussy, but Tamar sitting to her left immediately grabbed that arm and pulled it away. Lana suddenly found both her wrists held in the vise-like grips of the warriors, and her struggles didn't budge their grip in the slightest.

"You're shaved, did they do that already as part of your training?" said Kor, looking at her. He reached out his free hand to touch her, and Lana crossed her legs with indignation. Suddenly, two hands, one from each warrior, came to her knees and spread her legs apart, making her yelp in surprise.

"W-what are you doing? Let me go!" cried Lana, trying to keep her voice down but struggling in alarm. She found herself blushing as she was completely exposed to Kor's intense stare. Her legs were strong from years of training, yet she seemed unable to budge them against the powerful hands that kept her spread wide. Kor's free hand touched her then, and she gasped, squirming as his finger traced the smooth flesh around her pussy, which was spread slightly apart by the position of her thighs. "S-stop that!" she warned him, keeping her voice low but stern.

"It's remarkably smooth," said Kor, clearly enjoying the feel of her naturally hairless skin. "See for yourself," he added to the other two men. Tamar used his legs to trap her thigh, freeing his hand to reach down between her legs.

"No, don't, not you too! Oh, please . . . d-don't . . . " begged Lana as first one then the other warrior explored her quivering flesh. Their touches felt so good that she trembled.

"How did the trainers get you so smooth?" asked Kor, returning his hand. Kurk removed his own hand to give his leader better access.

"They didn't . . . shave me!" squeaked Lana, unable to sit still under his continued examination. "I . . . was born . . . this . . . way . . ."

"You're joking?" said Kor. Lana shook her head. "Well, we must visit your homeland . . . Calambria is it?" Lana nodded again, wondering why he felt the need to continue examining her hairless condition.

"Calambrian for sure. You can tell by her dark hair and large breasts," said Kurk helpfully. Lana blushed, and pulled on her captive wrists again, but it was as if the men didn't even notice. Then she jumped, for Tamar's hand was on her breast, feeling its weight and squeezing it.

"Please, let me go!" said Lana, keeping her voice low but forceful. "They could be coming any second, and . . . if they see three male slaves . . . doing this . . . you'll get in trouble!"

Kor shook his head, smiling up at her. "They'd expect nothing else from male slaves, left alone in a cage with a beautiful and naked female slave. In fact, if they came in and saw us sitting quietly, showing no interest in you, then they'd be suspicious!"

Lana opened her mouth to dispute his point, but there was a certain logic to it. Suddenly she gasped, for Tamar was tugging and squeezing her nipple. "Stop that!" she exclaimed, trying to squirm away, but of course there was nowhere to go, she was trapped on the bench between the two men.

"I was just curious if it were true, the stories about the sensitivity of Calambrian females," said Tamar, rolling a finger around her swelling nipple. "It appears it is," he added with a grin.

"Let me try," said Kurk to her left, reaching up his hand to take possession of Lana's other breast. Lana gasped, for with two hands now teasing her, she had the powerful urge to close her thighs, but each of her knees was now entrapped between the powerful legs of the two warriors. Thankfully, while Kor was still doodling circles on her naked flesh above her pussy, he'd made no move to go further south, where Lana was starting to feel the familiar and embarrassing heat reforming.

"Oh my god!" said Lana suddenly. She'd seen movement in the corner of her eye, and she glanced over to see Tamar's cock now sticking up at nearly a straight angle, twitching and growing larger. Lana had purposefully avoided looking at the men's' naked crotches, but this was impossible to ignore. "W-what are you doing?" said Lana, unable to tear her eyes from the sight of his enormous member twitching in the proverbial wind.

Tamar shrugged, smiling at her wide-open eyes and pink cheeks. "It does that when I'm touching a beautiful woman," he said in explanation.

"Well then stop touching me!" cried Lana, finally able to look away. Without thinking, she looked the other way, and saw that Kurk to her right also seemed to be growing in arousal. "Oh god, not you too!" she wailed, recoiling slightly, though that only moved her in the direction of Tamar. She realized then that these Dellune men were unlikely to be dissuaded by her pleas, she had to do something else. If the slave caravan crew didn't return soon, things might escalate in dangerous ways.

"I . . . I understand you are strong men, with your own needs," began Lana. "Perhaps . . . after the rescue is completed . . . I could . . ." Lana couldn't finish the sentence, and she was shocked the idea of personally easing their needs had even entered her mind. She really needed to get away from this place, it was affecting her mind.