Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 36684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Her nipples are perfect,” Keer continued, still stroking Tabitha’s aching buds. “But, what is this silver rope? Can you take it off her once I pay?”
“Ah, sir, only you can take it off and I promise you it will be the greatest pleasure you have ever had.” V flourished his wooden wand mysteriously. “In fact, I will tell you how as soon as the sale is final—the means of her escape from the rope is part of the package. But first, I must insist that you verify this female slave’s tightness. All sales, as I’m sure you are aware, are final and I want to be sure we agree before credit changes hands.”
“Very well.” Tabitha heard his deep voice rumble. She willed herself to keep her eyes shut tight but somehow she couldn’t help opening them just a bit to see what he would do.
Her arms were numb from being chained above her head and her throat was parched from the dry, dusty air of the marketplace. The twin suns of Ortha Six beat down on her head like a golden hammer and the murmur of the crowd gathered around the stage buzzed in her ears. But somehow all of that faded away when Tabitha saw that Keer’s eyes were fixed on hers as one large hand stroked slowly down the trembling skin of her abdomen to cup the tender, spread lips of her sex.
Watch me, he seemed to be saying with his eyes. Keep your eyes on me and don’t think about it—you’ll be out of here soon if you just relax and let this happen, I promise.
Tabitha locked eyes with him, mesmerized, and wondered if she was imagining the intense connection between them. Maybe the heat was getting to her, making her think she had some kind of weird link to her stoic captain. And yet, his eyes never left hers even as he stroked along her exposed cunt, tracing the silver cords that encircled her swollen clit and making her gasp before dipping lower to enter her vulnerable pussy.
She moaned helplessly as he entered her with two long, thick fingers, pressing the silver Drusinian cord to one side as well as he was able to penetrate her deeply. To her shame, Tabitha realized that she was dripping wet all of a sudden, that her spread and helpless pussy was reacting to Keer’s touch as it hadn’t even reacted to the love knots.
God, I’m so wet! What will he think of me getting wet for him like this? She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment even as her inner walls tightened around him. Yet Keer showed no emotion at all as he finger-fucked her slippery cunt, and his eyes never left her face with each slow, inward stroke.
“Yes,” he said at last, withdrawing his fingers from her quivering pussy after what felt like an eternity. “She’s tight.” What he did next shocked Tabitha more than she could say. Instead of wiping his glistening fingers on his long robes, he slid them into his mouth and sucked them clean. “And before you ask, she’s delicious too. So I’m ready to pay—I don’t have all week to spend on this one sale,” he added gruffly, pulling his eyes from Tabitha at last and looking at V.
“Very well then, sir, if you’re satisfied, I’m more than happy to conclude.” V smiled ingratiatingly and nodded for one of the swarthy helpers who was standing to one side of the stage. “Unchain this slave and get her ready for sale,” he snapped.
As Tabitha was unchained and led to one side of the stage to await her new master, she felt the love knots throbbing and watched the credits change hands from Keer to V. The slaver presented her captain with a bill of sale and something else—a small vial with some blue liquid in it. He spoke a few words she couldn’t catch, waving the vial until the blue liquid sloshed and then he produced a small knife. Tabitha tensed, wondering if V had suddenly recognized her captain, but no, he only made a small pinprick in the pad of Keer’s index finger and unstoppered the vial. Carefully, he guided Keer’s finger over the lip of the long, slender container and watched as three drops of blood fell, staining the blue liquid purple. Then he recorked it and handed it over to Keer, who tucked it into an inner pocket of his robes and nodded gravely.
Tabitha wondered what that was all about—could it be the solvent for these damn love knots? But then why had V had the captain add some of his blood to the mixture? The whole thing was very mysterious but she was so anxious to get out of the slave market she almost didn’t care. Of a more immediate concern to her was where her captain had gotten such a massive amount of credit to free her and how much trouble she was in.