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  So, it was the same Huek. Hells. She tried to put aside the small thrills of heat going through her at being manhandled by him. Dang, all he had done was strip her and grab her ass. She was almost getting wet. It was more than any of the other males had managed to wring from her. She had been cold to her very soul from the moment that she woke in the pit cell.

  Watching his boot heels was all she had to do while her stomach ached from his shoulder and the jostling she was taking. His ass was nice as well, just within reach of her hands, but she didn’t think he would appreciate a quick grope.

  Her urge to touch him shocked her. Not only had he issued a not-so-veiled threat, but also he had stripped her butt naked in front of the all of spectators as well as those watching on the pay-per-view. How can I be interested in his body when he is holding me responsible for the actions of Grandpa Pete?

  The room that he brought her to was lush—deep carpets, thick hangings draped a large bed and the thing that caused Pandora to squeak out loud when she was dropped in front of it was a large X including chains for wrists and ankles.

  “Stand against the cross.” His tone didn’t allow her to protest.

  Meekly, she stood against it and let him shackle her in place. The cold bands on her wrists held her arms up, the thick cuffs at her ankles spread her thighs uncomfortably, but she could hold her body balanced if she worked at it.

  “Because of your sword work, I need to visit medical.” He ran his finger through the blood on his chest, then stroked a thick red line across her breasts. “You will remain here until I am repaired. Enjoy the first phase of your punishment.”

  He was gone before she had a chance to ask how many phases there were.

  He seemed to be gone for hours, but when he returned, she stood as best she could, glaring at him.

  Her arms had been alternating with taking her weight, even her flying had kicked in to take the strain from her splayed thighs. She was thirsty and had to relieve herself.

  “Ah. I see you did not enjoy your time in the chains. Perhaps something else?” He chuckled deeply, maliciously. “Where are my manners? The lavatory is to your left.”

  He unshackled her legs, then her arms in turn. “Be back in less than five minutes, or I will come looking for you and that will result in more time in the chains.”

  Pandora stretched quickly and then moved slowly and carefully to the aforementioned door. She attended the call of nature with extreme relief, then washed her face and scooped as much water as she could stand into her mouth. With her immediate concerns met, she dried her face and hands, then returned to face her tormentor.

  She was glad she had hurried—he was watching the chronometer. “Nine seconds to spare. Not bad. Now, back against the wood.”

  “You said that would be the punishment.” Tired and stiff, she, nevertheless, stood and let him shackle her in place again.

  “You are on my world, in my custody and as the winner of our little match, I have full use of your body for as long as I wish.” He snickered. “My world, my rules.”

  When she was firmly in place, he gathered her hair and draped it behind her, leaving her nude body open to his dark gaze. With a casual motion, he stroked one hand down her breasts, over her hip and then stroked between her thighs. His long digits parted her and one finger slowly pressed inside, he worked at her slowly, drawing out moisture that she was almost sure her body would not bother with again. When she was slick and her hips lifted against him, he pulled his hand from her with a grin.

  “I had a fascinating discussion with the doctor while I was in Medical. Apparently, you have had no arousal or reaction to any of the fighters since you have been here.” He held his fingers up in front of her and slowly slid them into his mouth. “This would indicate that you do indeed have a normal woman’s reactions. The question now is what were they doing wrong?”

  Her skin was on fire. It was bad enough to be at his mercy, but to want his fingers back between her thighs was appalling.

  “I asked you a question, Pan. What were they doing wrong?”

  She suddenly had to think about his question. “They were taking me for revenge for daring to fight and to use me as just another hole to fuck. Some used me before Medical could heal my cuts and gashes. Nothing sexy about that.”

  His chuckle made the hair on the back of her arms stand up. “I can see why it would not increase your receptivity. Perhaps I can do a better job.”

  He reached out to fondle her breasts, each hand cupping and flicking at her nipples. The wet heat between her thighs trickled out and her skin stayed hot pink. He was watching her every move, twitch and shudder.

  To control herself, she yanked hard at the manacles on her arms, sending a trickle of pain through her limbs. That did the job, but when she noticed he was staring at her with fury, she flinched.

  “You choose pain over pleasure? Fine.” He walked over to a large wardrobe and opened the lower drawer. K’ptain returned to her with a flogger dangling from his wrist. He started on her legs, the soft thwack of the leather strips on her skin making her jump.

  He worked lazily up her body, leaving no part of her skin unstung by the whip. When even her fingers were tingling from the contact, he worked his way down again, this time increasing the pressure.

  When he started to strike harder and faster, working up the outside of her thighs, she twisted into the blows, biting her lower lip to keep from moaning as the pain and the awareness of her body grew into a warm rush of tension that drew tighter with every strike. When the lash hit her breasts, she shrieked, but not in pain. The tension of sensations blew her apart and her orgasm shook her to her core.

  She shook in the chains until her body relaxed and the sound of slow applause broke into her consciousness.

  “Well, well, well. That was a surprise.”

  Pandora looked at him, humiliated by her reaction to the whip. She wasn’t going to say a word.

  “You know, this is giving me a whole other idea for my revenge. I was merely going to fuck you and then throw you back into the base level of the pit fights, but now, this is a much better idea.” He drew the soft strips of the whip across the blood he had marked her with earlier.

  “You will be my new pet.”

  He lunged forward and grabbed a handful of hair, tilting her head back for his kiss. The touch of his mouth on hers was as startling as it was arousing. He tasted right. No other man she had ever kissed had tasted this right. Her pendant heated up in response and she fought a moan when his tongue lapped into her mouth, tasting her and sending a bolt of heat through her in return.

  She wanted him—wanted all of him—right now. But she was stuck chained to some damned lumber. It wasn’t fair.

  She moaned in frustration and he raised his head. She knew what he saw when he looked at her—dazed green eyes, flushed skin and swollen lips. She was looking at the same thing in him. Huek’s skin was drawn tight over his cheekbones, his lips were swollen, wet and had a cruel twist. If she wasn’t tied down, she would have had her thighs wrapped around him so quickly her mother would have been shocked.

  As if he read her mind, he unlocked her ankles and stood with them in his hands. She held onto the chains suspending her by her wrists and when he opened his trousers to press his cock into her, she closed her eyes.

  “Open them, Pan. I want to look into those bright eyes of yours while I fuck you.” He held her legs around his hips as he pushed into her and stroked slowly in to the hilt.

  Her body spasmed around him, trying to accommodate his girth and length, he was just a little too large for her, but when he started to move, her mind changed it to just right. She locked her gaze with his, watching his eyes narrow and take on a distant look while he cupped her ass and pulled her onto him.

  She locked her ankles at the small of his back and pulled him into her, moving with him as much as she could. He leaned forward, pressing the base of his cock against her clit and with every hammering blow, she climbed closer and clo
ser to coming until she snapped, moaning with the feel of her body around him, gloving and squeezing him as tightly as it could.

  His eyes grew darker as he watched and felt her twist on his cock. He moved faster, plunging deeply into her, the wet smacking sound of their bodies colliding was the only noise in the room aside from their heavy breathing.

  He threw back his head and groaned as his hips jerked heavily into her and his balls drew tight before he jetted his come into her slick channel.

  Dazed and exhausted, Pandora hung from the chains as Huek withdrew from her. Her shoulders burned, her body ached and there was a sticky trail of semen making its way down her thigh.

  He looked at her for a long moment before he let her loose. She slumped to her knees in front of him and waited. She tracked his movements around the room with her hearing. He returned the flogger to the drawer and pulled something else out. That something had a chain on it.

  “There are shackles on the bed, but you are probably a little bit sore for that today. Lift your head.”

  Completely deflated, she lifted her head. The collar wasn’t a surprise. The fact that he could not feel the necklace under his fingers while he was touching her was a bit shocking. He snapped a leash onto her collar and gave her a tug.

  She couldn’t do otherwise, so she followed the lead and let him pull her to the bed. K’ptain lay on his back and pulled her onto his chest, cuddling her with a care and enjoyment of her body that puzzled her.

  His lips were next to her ear, his breath hot on her cheek. “Sleep, Pan. Tomorrow I have a list of experiences for you. You need your rest.”

  Chapter Five

  “Ow. Ow. Ow.” His hand hit her backside repeatedly, making her squirm and try to escape. His forearm across her lower back kept her in place as his hand stung the hell out of her ass.

  “I told you that you are not to leave the bed.” His harsh growl kept pace with his hand on her ass.

  Wincing at the discomfort, she yelled, “I needed the lav.”

  “Then you should have whispered your request to me.”

  “You were asleep.” It had been a mistake to try to unwrap her leash from his hand, but she had begun to regret all the water she had drunk and it kept her from getting any more rest.

  “Irrelevant. I would have woken up for a whisper.” He finished his punishment and set her back on the bed on her knees.

  His fingers teased her channel to wet, aching life. She braced her head on her forearms an instant before he plunged into her. His hips slapped her sore ass while his cock thrust into her and he reached around to cup her breasts as he pounded her.

  The sharp throb in her butt combined with the slick strokes inside her had her building to a climax in seconds. She muffled her scream in the pillows, oblivious to his own satisfaction as he joined her in the riot of release.

  The instant that he finished and pulled out of her, he tugged the chain and she followed him meekly to the lavatory. He held her in the shower, getting soap into every crack and crevice that she had to offer. He washed her hair with care and after he rinsed her, he set her outside the shower so that he could enjoy the beating of the falling water against his skin.

  Pandora didn’t miss the fact that he kept the chain loosely draped around his wrist while she waited, a towel tucked around her body. He was quite heavily muscled for someone her grandfather knew. His body flexed and moved with sinuous grace under the fall of water. His own hair was washed as thoroughly as hers and then he was stepping out of the water, his flaccid cock heavy against his thighs.

  “Dry me.” Holding his arms out, she took the towel she was wearing and blotted the moisture from him, carefully getting all of the important nooks and crannies dry. When she had to go up on her tiptoes to get the water from his shoulders and hair, he made a peculiar comment.

  “Aren’t you large for a Terran?”

  She laughed. It was not something she had expected to hear. “No. I am rather small for an adult female.”

  “I recall your ancestor as being a little shorter than you are now.”

  “Well, he was not even an adolescent at the time. Children are smaller than adults.”

  She finished her drying, not daring to meet his gaze. He had gone deathly still in that one moment when she said children.

  He kept his silence as he towel dried his hair and then hers. He led her from the lav and out into the bedroom. The wardrobe had a few of her new sheath dresses and he slipped a dark purple one over her head. It matched his eyes.

  He dressed as well and then dragged her to the bed. Instead of forcing her back or trying to intimidate her, he simply gave her an order.

  “Tell me about his coming here.”

  He left the chain loosely coiled around his wrist and didn’t seem like he was going to do anything violent. “What do you want to know?”

  “How did he come here?”

  Pandora smiled at the memory of her grandfather’s tale, she shared it with him.

  “Abandoned in the confusion during the Second World War, he had followed a creature as small as himself who could turn herself in to a tiny fairy. He was only one of dozens of children so lured and they found themselves on a ship going to the second star on the right and straight on until morning.

  “They were brought here to work for you and T’nk. T’nk was an untrustworthy shapeshifter and she brought more and more children here. Far more than you needed. Peter learned to fly the shuttle so that he could move large quantities of building materials and he also found that something in this world made him fly.”

  “That I distinctly remember.” He smiled, but there was a sadness in his eyes.

  “When T’nk brought a group of females along so that the colonists they were building for would have slaves, it was the last straw. Peter got as many of the kids as would fit in the shuttle, had a sword fight with you, but he said he cut off your hand.” She looked to his left and it was firmly in place.

  “He flew the shuttle back to Terra, but they were so weak that only a handful of them were able to swim away from the ocean crash. Peter carried my grandmother, Wendy, from the wrecked shuttle and they lived in the same orphans’ home until they came of age. They got married and started a family and had four girls. I am the daughter of their youngest.

  “Grandpa Peter always had a story for me, tales of lost girls and boys who just wanted to go home. I had no idea that they were rooted in truth.” She shrugged, not liking the calculating way that he was watching her.

  “Your grandfather caused the destruction of an entire species. He had reason to want to escape, but to do so in such a manner was uncalled for.”

  Shock rippled through her. “How? How did he kill them?”

  “The civilization was saved in a gemstone and he took it from its stasis pod. It has never been found. Not one trace of the thousands of souls that it contained. They were to be the colonists of this planet. I was never meant to be here.”

  Pandora was just about to take off the necklace when the gem went ice cold. A knock at the door preceded a tiny woman with waving golden hair, tip-tilted green eyes and pointy ears. “Huek. I believe that I have found a trace of the crystal on Nyar 3. If we concentrate our search there, I feel we may have good luck.”

  Pan was relieved that she was dressed. This woman’s cold eyes looked at her as if she would tear her apart.

  “I see you have not finished with your toy, Huek. I will return later.”

  “A moment, T’nk.”

  “Yes, sir?”

  “When you captured Pan and the others on that world, were they adults?”

  Her speech became guarded. “Of course, sir. Just my size as I told you. Strong enough to work for years.”

  “Can you send me the species specifications? I believe that they are now a Protectorate so all should be online.”

  “Yes, sir.” T’nk moved to the terminal and reached into her tunic pocket. “I really wish you hadn’t asked me that.”

  She spun and
fired a small weapon. Pandora was on the ground, pulled there by the Huek. The shot went right over her head.

  Huek palmed something from under the bed and in an instant, fired two shots at T’nk. The first went wild, into went to the place the small woman had been standing. The second shot snapped her out of the air, her small wings fluttering wildly as she dropped to the ground.

  “Is she…”

  “She’s dead. I wonder how many others she has tortured due to my lack of attention. Children!” He started swearing again in that language she didn’t know, but the necklace helped her fill in all the blanks.

  He picked up the tiny body and placed it in a box. He locked it shut just to be on the safe side, she supposed.

  “You were about to say something, Pan?”

  “Yes. My grandfather gave me something to give to you when I felt I could trust you.” She reached up and, with an encouraging pulse from the crystal, took the necklace off. “Here. I think this is what you and T’nk were looking for.”

  His hand trembled as he reached out. “How did you get this?”

  “My grandfather kept it with him always and when he died, I put it on. Grandpa Pete called it the Star of Lesser Fey. He told me to give it to you as long as T’nk Biel was not around. I think we can safely say that she isn’t around.”

  “You kept this next to your skin?”

  “Just like Grandpa Pete did.”

  Huek started laughing. “Come with me.” He grabbed her chain and hauled her to the top of the building.

  He surveyed the world with its many moons and smiled. Then he whispered to the stone, “You are home now. Be free.”

  The crystal cracked and thousands of beating wings shot heavenward in seconds. He held his hand out far from his body, but drew her close with the other. “They have been living for years in cold sleep, their minds sleeping so that the journey would not harm them. They don’t react well to space travel, generally, so this was the best way to transport them. They are finally home. Pan kept them safe.”