Marked for Surrender (15 page)
Zevon glanced at the table of toys resting on one side of the stage. He obtained a small, heavy slapper and a paddle. The cat-o'-nine-tails he draped over the saddle donkey nearby.
He stood in front of the anonymous sub, her tits at eye level, her naked body stretched and displayed. “You shouldn't have challenged us, sub."
Her dark eyes rose to meet his scrutiny, and she opened her mouth. Before she could speak, he reached up and pinched her nipple. She gasped, her words strangled.
"If you speak,” he said loudly. “I'll gag you."
She spit at him but missed. Zevon grinned. “You're only extending your punishment."
He nodded to Christophe, and they went to work on her. With the heavy slapper, he tapped her clit. Not too hard but just enough to send her soaring toward pleasure. Christophe whacked her with the paddle, and she hissed. In concert, Christophe and Zevon tormented her. When he could see she was going to come, he stopped.
Her growl was like a wild animal, her eyes narrow and feral. The men around them yelled and stomped their feet. Christophe smacked her ass five times in quick succession, and the woman moaned.
Zevon met Christophe's gaze and then soothed the woman's skin. While he did, Zevon glanced toward Andia. What he saw made precum leak from his dick. Damn that man knew how to work a woman.
Strips were crisscrossed over Andia's belly and breasts. Blood oozed from a few of the lashes. The soldier used a dildo to fuck her, his words loud and clear to the audience. “Come for me. Do it now."
She threw her head back and screamed, the viewscreen filled with her pussy and the results of her climax. Every man in the auditorium went insane. Fights broke out.
The soldier tossed a glance toward Zevon and jerked his head to the cat-o'-nine-tails.
Zevon stepped to the dark-haired woman's back and lifted the whip from the saddle where he'd left it. Christophe took over with the slapper and worked her clit. They'd promised her to make her come. And they would.
Two strikes from the whip and she screamed, her neck corded and tense. Blood dripped down her back. Two more and she shattered, her keening cry filling the auditorium, and her body jerked and twisted.
Zevon lowered her to the floor, and she fell on her stomach. Facedown, she might have risen, except Christophe pressed his feet into her wrists, holding her still. Zevon whipped her two more times. She humped the floor, seeking relief.
"You came without permission,” he said in hard voice. All around them, chaos had erupted. But he was going to teach this sub a lesson she'd never forget: Don't top from the bottom.
"You've forgotten two things.” He lashed her again, and she cried out, pain now outweighing pleasure. “First,
I
will decide when you come. Second, you are here for our pleasure.” Zevon jerked her head up by her hair and made her look at Christophe.
On cue, Christophe stroked his cock three times and came all over the woman's back. The crowd went wild, many of them orgasming in response.
"P-p-please, Master,” she whispered.
"When you say my name, say it louder, or I'll make you bleed."
"Please, Master,” she shouted.
"What, sub? I can't let you come. You did that yourself.” He crouched in front of her, his cock hard, and she stared at it hungrily.
"Fuck me. Use me. Please,” she shouted.
He leaned down next to her ear and said, “No."
A cacophony of sound filled his ears, drowning out her screams of frustration. Suddenly men were on the stage, pushing their way toward them.
He glanced at the blond soldier who had released Andia and held her upright. The man glanced toward a small opening in the floor to the right of the stage.
Christophe gripped the dark-haired woman's arm and yanked her up. Zevon strode toward Andia. When the blond man let her go, he whispered something to her, and her head snapped up.
Before she could respond, he had crossed the stage and grabbed the dark-haired woman. He shoved her toward the nearest soldier who had breached the stage, and the woman was impaled on his cock.
Another man moved in; the blond soldier did nothing to stop him. This man drove his dick into the woman's ass. They frantically fucked her, and she twisted like a tattered kite between them.
The soldier glanced at Zevon and mouthed the word
go
.
Christophe, Zevon, and Andia slid into the opening and slammed it shut. They were in an air duct and had to move quietly. The chaos on the ship helped as they maneuvered their way through a maze of ducts, peering through vents to figure out where they were.
Finally, they reached the shuttle bay. Andia's shuttle was there, and no guards were present. They broke out of the air duct and sprinted for the shuttle.
Christophe halted briefly as they climbed aboard. “But what about Leo Eyler?” he asked.
Andia glanced back over her shoulder. “That blond soldier
was
Leo Eyler."
Back in her pilot's seat, Andia knew Leo had it all planned neatly. Sharana, his submissive, had betrayed him, giving information to Commander Adawan. So Leo had used her, setting her up to take the blame for the escape of the fascinating Nyral threesome.
He'd said nothing about how she was going to save Christophe and Zevon or how to stop Rina the Assassin. But, on that stage, he'd revealed something about herself she hadn't known. Andia had gotten off on the public sexual play. She'd liked the rougher elements of his domination. And she'd been insanely aroused by Zevon's mean Dom with Sharana.
Now, back on the shuttle, with a healthy distance between them and the Primarians, she had a chance to consider it all. She'd almost been reluctant to let Christophe and Zevon dress, but understood they wanted to fly with their clothes on.
Right before they'd escaped, Leo had whispered one phrase, one she knew. It was a series of numbers and letters that marked a classified file for the Nyral council. She needed a computer hub.
The nearest planet that could provide it was Sethos Five. But there were risks to going there. Sethos Five was a pleasure planet, and they took that title very seriously, to the point of auctioning-off-unattached-females seriously. But she was marked, so she was safe. She hoped.
"Sethos Five,” she said aloud to her two mates.
"What did he whisper to you?” Zevon asked.
"It's a file. I don't know what it is, and I have to find out."
Christophe nodded. “Computer hub. Sethos Five is the best.” His light blue eyes swerved to study her. “It will attract attention."
He was right. Sethos Five was a gathering place for the rich, famous, the infamous, the criminal, the extreme sexual seeker looking for a thrill, and tons of vid streamers. She bit her lip. There was going to be difficult to hide there. They would have to be careful. .
She smiled. “I guess we have to hope that whatever is in that file will be enough to stop Pavlik."
Zevon shook his head. “No, Mistress. I won't—"
She placed her fingers on his lips. “You called me Mistress. Do you have any idea how sexy that is?"
"Yes. Since I feel the same way when I hear Christophe say it.” His dark eyes churned with emotion. “Or when I hear you say Master."
"I'm disappointed that Leo didn't insist you demonstrate your skills on me,” she joked. “Though two things made me burn while I watched.” She stroked Zevon's chin. “One was watching the darker edge of your dominance. I don't think you let it out much.” She gripped his face and held his gaze. “I can take that dom, Zevon. I want that dom."
She released his chin and turned to Christophe. “And two, I hadn't seen your skill as a dominant. Stoic, silent, and talented. I'm still going to make you pay for it."
Christophe swallowed, a beautiful undulation of the muscles of his throat. “Then I guess it's good that Sethos Five is a pleasure planet."
"Good for me,” she said, her voice dark with seductive promise. “Not for you."
Zevon grinned as Christophe shuddered. Alive. They were alive. And hopefully on the right track to stopping Pavlik.
They flew the shuttle to the surface. They didn't transmit their real identities when they landed, but authorities had accepted the lies they told. Sethos Five had a lot of humans named Smith land on their planet. This was a pleasure planet, easy to access and asked few questions.
When they reached the shuttle bay, all three of them automatically headed for the hovertaxi stand.
"I have an account at one of the clubs, but I've rarely been here,” Andia said reluctantly. She didn't want to relinquish control, but she knew Zevon had visited Sethos Five before.
Zevon nodded. He obtained a hovertaxi for them and gave the driver an address. Andia leaned back in the vehicle's plush seat and sighed. It was a unique experience to be with company when she traveled.
The few vacations she'd taken and her trips to the capitol city were all solo ventures, done on her own terms. Now she had two other personalities to consider.
She wasn't interested in the busy streets and byways of Sethos Five. Unlike most planets, Sethos Five had no other cities, no other places on its surface. The city center expanded across the huge block of continent that stretched over half the planet's area. Rivers, lakes, and marshes delineated separate sections of the city, but it didn't create distance. Instead, Sethos Five was one unending maze of high-rises, pleasure clubs, and conference centers.
The hotel Zevon chose was massive, rising at least fifty stories into the sky. It was built like a blocky pyramid, the first floor a huge square and the next floor slightly smaller on top of it. It created a tiered look that dominated the skyline. Its name, the Haven, was in cursive silver letters twisted from metal, and glittered in the city lights.
The primary colors were black and silver, the contrast of the two catching the eye. Black leather, spiked collars, and stiff crops were everywhere.
When she stepped into the lobby, she thought she'd walked into a BDSM club dungeon. On either side of the walls in the foyer were rooms behind glass where patrons presented artistic views of sexual fetish. In one a man slowly slid his tongue over the bare foot of a small, petite blonde. In another, a tall Amazonian woman held a man's face to the floor with her foot pushing a dildo deep in his ass, his cock huge and aroused.
Andia licked her lips. Zevon had chosen well. What truly amused her were the decorations. The Haven apparently celebrated Christmas using Old Earth traditions but with a slight twist of their own.
There was a huge Christmas tree in the corner of the lobby. The color scheme was black and white with the tree branches flocked to resembled snow-encrusted pine. Black glowlights glittered and twinkled. Silver handcuffs and miniature black floggers dangled from the ends of the branches.
Splashes of color from the red ribbon and green lighting broke up the black-and-white monopoly, but the overarching visual impact was of a clean, controlled environment. Andia was in heaven.
The three approached the hotel check-in counter. They produced their handhelds with the new, false information, and the clerk didn't even blink. Andia guessed as long as the credits were good, no one would care about their names.
The eye candy in this place almost made her forget why they were there. Puppy boys on leashes and Dommes with stern expressions mingled freely with female submissives who were dressed in normal clothing, their demeanor the only clue to what they were.
Andia had visited clubs both on Nylar and other planets, but this...this was a feast for her starving soul. During her time on the computer, she read of the existence of communities dedicated to kink, to open sexuality, no bias, no judgment. Yet this was her first experience with one.
Zevon's hand under her arm brought her back to reality. She was what here? A fem domme? A female sub? She reached out to place a firm hand on Christophe's shoulder. The looks she noticed from others weren't curious about what she was. They were admiring, hungry.
They reached their room, and Zevon slid his handheld over the lock. Inside the room was spacious with a large sectional sofa that curved around a sunken section. There were no doors and three large beds. One would have held all three of them, but Zevon had given them the choice to sleep alone. The signature black and white was emphasized by the white carpet and the black leather couch. All the electronics were black, and the full bar in the corner had white gleaming fluted glasses.
It was sumptuous, seductive. Her senses drowned in the subtle messages of sex, pain, and dominance. Though Leo Eyler and Zevon had both accessed her submissive side, it was her dominant side that responded now.
As if Zevon and Christophe knew, they waited, still, quiet. She smiled. “I'm going to change. I want you both naked when I come back out."
She strode to the bathroom and opened her bag of tricks. In keeping with the surroundings, she shook out a black dress made of shimmery material that clung to her skin. The V-neck hugged her tits and made her hardened nipples easy to see through the sheer material. Not many of her dresses fit so easy in her bag, but this one was small and compact, one of the few she had taken with her from Muan.
When she checked her face in the mirror, she tsk-tsked. She'd fixed her makeup for her session with Leo Eyler, but since they'd escaped, she hadn't seen what a wreck her face had become.
Quickly she washed her face and started over. Most women would see makeup as a mask or even a burden. But Andia considered it a prop, much like the dress. A light touch with purples or pinks and a submissive would relax, reading a softness in her that might—or might not—be there. Heavy black liner and sharp angles made a submissive nervous.
Tonight she wanted to befuddle. So she chose a pink glittery dusting of eye shadow on her lids that would gleam in the glowlight. She angled her rouge to emphasize her high cheekbones and sharpen her facial features. Black mascara, shimmering rose lipstick, and no eyeliner gave the impression she wanted.
Black knee-high boots with a zipper up the side screamed
fem domme
, but her hair loose and flowing down her back would imply softness. She smiled in the mirror and turned toward the door.
