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Lord V ended his video conference with the two other Aphelion Order Intermediaries confirming what he already suspected about the Valcor Syndicate's hand in the uprising of the slave mining colonies on Ingentia's second moon. It was only during these short recesses in his official meeting schedule that he felt he got any actual work done or made progress in his plans. Still, a quick break to check on his new charge wouldn't be remiss.
Lord V couldn't help but smirk perversely at what he saw on the bath house monitor. Elanna was certainly playing her part well. Indeed, his new little slave seemed to be purring under Elanna's ministrations. As his human slave dipped her head back into the water to rinse her hair, her breasts rose up enticingly above the water, sudsy little bubbles dribbled down plump curves. He recalled slapping those curves to watch them jiggle.
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"Are there any towels?" Sierra asked a little breathlessly trying not to look too directly at Elanna's beautiful form. Elanna gave her a confused expression, Sierra continued, "to dry us off?"
Elanna nodded. "The drying chamber," Elanna said pointing to the corner.
Sierra perceived the section of wall and floor which had different tiling to the rest of the bath. There were no towels and no privacy. Sierra returned her gaze to Elanna and then looked up at the cameras narrowing her eyes.
Elanna simply waded over to the side and walked up the bathing pools steps revealing her dripping, exquisite, naked body. She trotted over to the red-tiled corner she had indicated; her white skin glistening on her ass cheeks and calves as she moved. There was a rushing air sound and within minutes Elanna stepped out of the corner with flowing dried hair and not a drop of water on her perfect form.
Sierra sighed, and then tried to move quickly with hands covering what she could from the bath to the drying station. She had scooped up her flimsy scraps of fabric "clothes," but even held in front of her, they provided scant protection. The drying was miraculous, a few puffs of warm air and Sierra felt completely warm and dry.
"Ah, two little clean slaves," a new male voice commented. Sierra saw an Ingentian man leaning against the doorway between the bath house and the bedchamber. In his hand he held a smooth wand of some sort of plastic or synthetic. He wore a stiff, gray uniform and though similarly muscular, he was a little less tall and stockier than the black robed man. His jaw was broader and his hair had a warmer, blond cast to it, but he retained the pointed ears and had similar emotionless gray eyes. Sierra observed fleetingly that all of these pale aliens seemed to exude the same cold, exotic beauty.
Sierra froze clutching her scant garments in front of her, but Elanna smoothly walked over to the man and in one fluid motion knelt naked before him, her back straight, her eyes downcast, graceful hands resting on her thighs. The man patted Elanna's head.
The man raised his eyes to Sierra expectantly and pointed to another spot on the floor in front of him. "Come slave," he said. When Sierra didn't move, but instead stood fast and knit her brows in a scowl, the man quirked an eyebrow, "Come slave and kneel . . . last chance."
Sierra knew she should pick her battles and learn as much as she could to find a way to escape in one piece, but it was one thing to comply with things you wanted to do anyway like eat and bathe, it was another thing entirely to kneel on command from some stranger.
The man's expression was unruffled as he strode towards Sierra. Sierra backed away until the cold tile met her shoulders.
"Stop," Sierra said holding out her hands. "I am not a slave. My name is Sierra. This is not right."
The man's tight lips quirked up on one side, but he continued to advance. When he was standing directly in front of her, she glared up at the imposing, masculine figure.
"I know you are new, little slave. That is why they sent me. You will learn the proper behavior for a slave to a house such as ours. You will learn quickly or you will learn painfully. Though you have little power here, that choice is yours."
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Though Jarok slept well, it wasn't long after he awoke that he found himself pacing back and forth while running a hand through his hair in frustration. He could not get the human girl or her predicament out of his head. Just hours before he had been wrapped in the bliss of a fantastic blow job +Shevu! Those Shivean girls knew how to suck cock+ and yet his stupid brain would not free itself entirely of worrying about the pretty human in the Ingentian's clutches.
"Fuck me," he muttered and plunked himself down in front of the data comm. "Find, Lord V Ingentian bastard" he growled to the computer. The computer responded calmly, "does query mean 'Lord V. Titus Arcanos Veer, Protectorate of Ingentos sector, Agent of the Aphelion Order . . .' "yes, yes, fine" Jarok interrupted irritated. "Accessing" chirped the computer.
"Lord V. On route to Versipedes Conference in Janos sector nine, Belta Vekhian. Estimated arrival 22 hours, 11 minutes, 23 seconds" the computer reported.
Jarok pulled in a long breath and blew it out. He wasn't sure what his exact plan was or what in Shevu's dark, icey hell he was thinking, but he did know he was going to Janos sector to find her. The rest he would just have to figure out on the way.
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Elanna heard the human slave cry out, but her serene face never faltered or looked towards the scuffle. It was difficult not to smile. She had to give V credit. Elanna's new playmate was indeed appealing—long, shiny, light brown hair like Ingentian sugar syrup, dark gray-green eyes that shifted like the lunar seas, golden soft skin and mouth-watering curves.
Elanna was aware out of the corner of her eye that Istak was dragging the new slave by the hair while the little slave's legs scuffed the tile floor. The sweet thing was giving a valiant effort, but Elanna knew from experience that Istak's strength was like stone wall.
"Come Elanna," Istak grunted while gripping the struggling little human, "I would have you observe."
