Lord V propped his chin lightly on the knuckles of one hand like an elegant statue, while his other hand idly tapped against his obsidian desk. His slave had caused quite the stir. He smiled to himself. She held herself well. It amused him to cause her apprehension about the evening's coming festivities. He couldn't be sure she would comply. She could be adorably stubborn. Would he need the whip, he wondered? Ah, the thought alone sent blood rushing to his cock.
He thought back to the communique from the small-time slave traders that they might have another one. Hmm. He was quite happy with his little Sierra; he thought that had been her human name. The name meaning was something about jagged metal or rugged piles of stone. Peculiar, as his slave was so soft, firm and colored like a bouquet of Ingentian spring flowers. However, there was a great deal of variety in human coloring and form. Perhaps one with flaming hair to add to his collection or an ebony skinned beauty to contrast to his pale virility? It might be worth his while to at least take a look at this new prospect - the thought of two of them in his bed chained and moaning. He already had plans for his Elanna and his human pet. Perhaps, the more the merrier?
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Sierra paced Lord V's bedroom suite on the Ingentian ship, which seemed to be the only place she was allowed when she was alone. It had access to the bath house, but she had thus far been unsuccessful at opening any of the other hidden doorways. She had survived the embarrassing procession that morning, but it only solidified her resentment of the man who called her slave. Her master had obviously been showing her off. It seemed the sort of thing a less confident man would feel the need to do, she thought spitefully. Who cares, she muttered to herself. She didn't need to psychoanalyze him, she just needed to get out of here.
He had kept his promise and had left her alone for two hours so far. He had also promised her limited access to the computer, but she hadn't realized how limited he'd meant. She couldn't get any schematics of the ship or access to request something as simple as a cup of tea let alone any access codes that could provide her with the ship's schedules and exit points. No doubt, he'd anticipated her lines of thought once again.
She had at least been able to ruefully confirm that he hadn't been lying when he said Earth was weeks away on a fast ship. At least, Earth still existed and was inhabited by humans, she reflected. The entries were all from an Ingentian point of view, but she could infer that humans seemed to be thriving, albeit in a different section of space from the Ingentos and Janos sectors.
From what few entries she could find concerning Ingentian and human relations, it seemed the two species were on peaceful, yet strained terms. She wondered worriedly if humans ever kept other alien races as slaves. She hoped not, but in her lifetime, space travel had been somewhat limited. Out of side glances, she had determined at the reception that she wasn't the only slave by far. However, it did seem her slavery to Lord V was something of a novelty for some reason, judging by the crowd's gasping and tittering reaction.
She did know that she was on his large space ship which was currently stationed on a planet, rather than in orbit, so her best thought was to try and escape the ship to the alien city and hide. First, find a way off the ship, then worry about passage to Earth she reasoned. Her shoulders slumped. Of course, she couldn't even find a way out of these goddamn quarters.
Deep in thought, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a door open and her Lord came briskly towards her.
"Ah, slave. I have a few more meetings to attend," he said looking ominous and striking in his black robes. Perhaps, I'll even have a surprise for you later this afternoon." Sierra couldn't help but pout suspiciously up at him. His eyes sparkled amused above his thin smile. "Before I go," he continued, "there is another command I will need you to know before tonight."
"When I command you to strip, slave, you are to do so quickly and as gracefully as you can manage." Sierra looked up at him with anger, but as his implacable eyes steeled in warning, she lowered her gaze.
"Strip, slave" her master commanded. Sierra reached behind her and undid the ties holding up the ridiculous chain fringe bikini top. It's not like it covered much anyway. As she held it in her hand, she realized she didn't know what to do with it. Should she cast it on the floor? He answered her unasked question by taking it from her and throwing it on the chair by the bed. His eyes urged her further by looking pointedly down at the little sparkling, fringe skirt. Sierra blushed. This man had taken her more than once and carried her naked body against his own sculpted form, but stripping for him felt oddly sensual and like she was soliciting his lust on purpose.
"Don't make me do it for you slave. You won't like the consequences," he warned in his sinister whisper. Sierra quickly undid the chain skirt revealing her smooth skin and her soft pussy.
He came closer looking her over appraisingly and then abruptly took Sierra in his arms. His hand on her neck guided her head up to him while his other arm wrapped around her waist pulling her tight to his body. He kissed her full on the mouth, nuzzling her face in between assaults.
"Kiss me, little slave. I know you know how," he commanded in a murmur. She tried to pull back, tried to remain unaffected, but with one arm he held her firmly against him while his other hand slid down to her breast, his fingers playing against her budding nipple before twisting it. A strangled, little moan escaped Sierra's lips. He continued to pry open her mouth with his tongue slipping in and twisting.
Suddenly, he broke off, letting her go and stepping back, his jaw set hard with constrained desire, his eyes simmering. He shook his head ruefully, "Ah, little slave, it was my intention to let you be until this evening. But, perhaps you are more inclined to have little playbreak. Let's see," he said snaking his touch down her belly to between her legs. She tried to clench her thighs together, but he managed to slide a long finger into her traitorously damping pussy.
"Master, you promised," Sierra pleaded shakily as he began to pump his finger in and out, slickening her further.
He released her again, and then commanded in a quiet voice, heavy with lust, "kneel, slave."
Sierra bit her lip, but complied, kneeling before him. She had learned that the proper form was to spread her thighs wide while kneeling, but it took all the self control she could muster to do so for it exposed her glistening slit to his hungry gaze.
He walked imperiously around her kneeling form and then bent enough to wipe his pussy-wet fingers on her cheek.
"Well, little slave I'm only thinking of you," Lord V cooed. "Look how wet you are for me."
Sierra scowled, but instead of angering him, he only chuckled, "I tell you what, little slave. Until our evening of . . . fun, I'll only enter you if you ask me to."
Sierra wanted to yell, 'leave me alone you fucking bastard,' but instead, stilled herself and replied, "I will not ask you to and didn't you say you had meetings?" she offered as meekly as she could manage then hastily added, "master."
Lord V raised his eyebrows at her, "thank you for your thoughtful concern. I believe we have time for what I have in mind. As to your denial of any sluttish desires on your part, you must give me a chance," he said in a playful tone holding his palms up in a mock placating gesture.
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To his last remark, the girl took in his gesture and then returned her gaze to stare straight in front of her at nothing, looking stony-faced. Shevu, she was priceless, he thought. This will be fun.
