All characters are over eighteen years old. This story deals with slavery, group sex, reluctance, punishment, and abuse. It is set on an alien world. There is a POV change when the main character changes situations.
First person PoV is what Serra sees and feels. Third person is Andreas' mind/ memories.
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This is an experiment in writing and if the POV shift is confusing please let me know. As a writer I am always looking for criticism.
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Being told you are a possession versus being told what not to do or do, played heavy in my mind as Master Bazil led me into the shower. But it was Master Dane who actually showered with me. I felt strange being alone with him. He didn't seem interested in me when his brothers were showing their dominance over me. He watched as though he expected something to happen.
Master Dane took his time and gently washed the entirety of my body. He even washed my hair as if he was an expert on how a woman liked her hair washed. He leaned me to his massive chest, working his fingers to the tips and back again. I could feel his erection pressing in my backside, but he made no attempt to explore my body past cleaning it. I wanted to fight with him and demand he let me do this simple act myself, but he seemed to enjoy this moment.
That little voice that I had been hearing told me to trust him, so I did. I relaxed with him. I closed my eyes and felt the first threads of his mind touching me. I gasped as my eyes opened. He turned me around, slanting his mouth over mine. I felt his tongue glide over my lower lip, demanding entrance. His left hand fisted my hair, his right cupped my cheek. I felt his tongue search my mouth and begin its fight with mine. His kiss was humid and all teeth.
I moaned air from my lungs and he breathed it in, returning it back several times until we both needed air. I looked into his eyes, the blue now a mixture with silver. I could tell he was aroused just by the look. I expected him to kiss me again, but Master Dane turned the water off instead. He smiled before leaning to my marred shoulder. His lips tenderly kissed the bite marks. I felt a strange tingle which sent molten heat between my thighs and made my sore lady parts ache.
Master Dane led me to a drying station, between the towel and the air current, I was dry and warm. He spent a few moments running his fingers through my hair before placing his finger over his lips. "Soon." He said in a soft voice that made those sore lady parts start to ache again.
When I looked into his eyes again the crualian blue had returned. He moved his hand to the small of my back and led me to the bedroom, ushering me to lay between Master Coalder and Master Bazil. I did as directed. Master Coalder pulled me so my back rested against his chest. Master Bazil inched closer, placing his hand on my hip. I was asleep within seconds and let the dreams consume me.
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"Lieutenant Colonel Andrea Miller," a male voice called out. "I thought that was you." He smiled and extended his hand. Normal protocol would have had him raise his arm mid chest in a salute, but formalities we relaxed during the training sessions.
"Commander Rigby," she smiled. "I didn't know you were going to be here." She took his hand and gave a firm shake. It was an Earth custom she was still getting accustomed to. Andrea had been born on Belgiae and raised Briton, though her mom was human.
He pulled her out of the walkway so they could talk and not cause a traffic jam with the number of techs in the corridor. "I was supposed to head back to Belgiae in the morning, but they scrubbed the flight. I was going to head down to Earth for a couple of days."
She smiled. It was a real smile. "I am actually due on Earth in the morning. Some place called Floor ride ar." She shrugged. "There is a test flight facility there I will be training at first for the next few weeks. And then I'm heading to another location for desert survival. It's crazy all the training they are having me do. I'm a pilot not a grunt." She laughed.
"It's pronounced Florida. And I'm heading there as well. It seems I am supposed to talk about the Vortex and crunch some numbers before we start testing the system." Commander Michael Rigby knew Andrea was on the short list of people he could speak to about the interstellar project. She was one of ten pilots being trained. "Perhaps we can meet up while we are both there? Maybe have dinner?"
Andrea looked over his six foot three frame. He had blue eyes and black brown hair that was short cropped. His chin was covered in stubble, and he had a great body. His cheekbones were angled perfectly. Of course she was going to have dinner with him. While the Federation frowned on relationships on crews, they were not assigned to the same ship or under the same duty stations. "I think I would like that."
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Andrea was standing on the deck of Michael's yacht, looking up to the stars above. They had been in the ocean for two nights. The telescope was firmly mounted and a mattress had been laid under it. Michael had spent the last hour showing her the various constellations.
