Mastering the Mistress (2 page)

Stop it,
he commanded himself angrily.
This female is looking to buy you as a sex slave and you heard all the things she wants to do to you—whips and collars not to mention rods and tails, whatever the hell those are. And penetration for fuck’s sake! No, hell no—she can’t be the one to buy you! She can’t.

“He’s perfect,” Lyra, who turned out to be as unlovely as her buzzing, nasal voice, said. She was a few inches shorter than Kaylee but the stilt-like heels strapped to her feet more than made up for it. She had brassy blonde hair Solar was willing to bet wasn’t in the least bit natural and her overly-tan skin had the faint orange tint that too much melanin supplement causes.

“I don’t know.” Kaylee was still backing away from him. “Just look at him—I thought he’d look smaller down off the platform. But he’s so
big.”

“Which is why you have to show him who’s boss right away. Come here, Kaylee—put your hands on him. Let him
feel
your dominance.”

Kaylee allowed herself to be pulled forward and, at her friend’s urging, laid one small, slim hand on Solar’s broad chest. For some reason, his heartbeat quickened.

“I like his hair,” she said softly. “I’ve never seen anything like it—the dark brown with a hint of green. And his eyes—I’ve never seen eyes like that. The pale green with the gold ring around the edge…beautiful.”

“Vivid hair and eye coloring are a Havoc trait,” the slave said smoothly. “As are his ssstrength and musculature. The Havoc are a genetic branch of the Kindred, you know. It is one reason they are always male.”

“I have heard of the Kindred,” Kaylee said softly. “Aren’t they the ones who bond their females to them for life?”

“They do, mistress, but you have no need to fear that since this slave is not truly Kindred but Havoc. They do not bond--it shortens their considerable lifespan.”

“You keep saying Havoc,” Lyra said sharply. “I thought you said he came from the Carnal Houses of Orchids Seven.”

“Though he was raised in the Carnal Houses, he was born Havoc,” the slaver lied smoothly. “They are a patriarchal society whose members never take mates. When a male wants to sssire an heir, he goes to the womb factories of Chonnie Three. He donates his ssseed to make a child which is raised until the age of sssix cycles there at the nursery. He comes back at that time to take charge of the child. If he does not come, the nursery has an agreement to send the abandoned child to the Carnal Houses. In thisss way they make back their investment and the child has a home and a profession.”

It was such a convincing lie—mixed liberally with the truth—that Solar almost believed it himself. Only he knew none of the Havoc children sired and raised at the Chonnie nurseries were abandoned. An honorable Havoc male would make provisions for his child. If something should happen to him, another male would rear and train his heir. In fact, that had happened to Thrace as his own sire had been killed when Thrace was just sixteen cycles old, though Solar wasn’t clear on the details.

“Examine him if you like,” the slaver offered Kaylee. “Sssee if he is not all you wish for in a body-slave.”

“Yes,
touch
him,” Lyra ordered. “Run your hands all over his body. Let him know who owns him.”

“But I
don’t
own him,” Kaylee protested, but her cool little hand was traveling over his chest and rib cage anyway, exploring him in a gentle caress that did strange things to Solar’s insides.

“Not
yet
anyway,” Lyra said. “No, no, Kaylee—touch lower. There—test his package and make sure his shaft is big enough.”

“Big enough for what?” Blushing, Kaylee ran her hand down the length of Solar’s flat stomach to the crotch of his tight leather trousers. “You know I would never let him…well, you know,
penetrate
me.”

“Of course not—no decent female would! But you want to show him off. You can’t have a body-slave with a small shaft. It simply isn’t
done.”

“Um…” Kaylee’s small, smooth fingers slid down the length of his suddenly aching shaft, making Solar bite the inside of his cheek with frustration. Did the little female have any idea what she was doing to him? It was humiliating to be so hard and on display in public. Gods, if he could just get out of these bindings he’d make her pay for forcing him to react this way against his will!

“Look at that—he’s standing at attention for you, Kaylee!” Lyra gave a high, irritating laugh. “Now why didn’t he do that for me?”

Solar glared at her. Possibly it was a good thing that he couldn’t speak right now. If he’d been able to put his thoughts into words he was certain it would’ve earned him a flogging.

“He, um,
seems
large enough,” Kaylee said nervously, pulling her hand away at last, to Solar’s mingled regret and relief. “But I just don’t think—”

“We’ll take him,” Lyra said decisively, speaking to the slaver and completely ignoring her friend. “And we want the pain collar too.”

“That will be exxxtra,” the slaver hissed.

“Money is no object.” Lyra gestured grandly. “We just want to be sure we have the perfect body-slave for my friend, here.”

“But Lyra,” the other girl tried to protest. “I told you I don’t want such a large slave!”

“Yes, you do.” Lyra looked at Solar who glared mutely back at her. “And don’t worry, Kaylee. Once we get him back to the dungeon room at your Aunt Jamelda’s place I’ll show you
exactly
how to discipline and train him. He’ll be on his knees calling you Mistress and begging to lick your pussy before you know it.”

“Well…” Kaylee looked up at him uncertainly. “I don’t know about
that
. But if you’re sure you can teach me the right way to handle him…All right, I guess I’ll take him.”

Solar narrowed his eyes, a silent growl rising in his throat.

You’re going to be the one getting handled and taken, little Mistress, he thought. You’ll regret the day you bought me—I promise you that!

Kaylee looked at her new body slave with more than a little trepidation. She hadn’t planned on getting such a large male—or such a wild looking one. Despite the slaver’s reassurance that he was tamed and trained, the look in those pale green, gold-ringed eyes made her think otherwise. But he didn’t say a word of protest as the lumpish security Crangs led him out to the fancy space flyer her Aunt Jamelda had left her, along with everything else in her will.

Kaylee had wanted to let him ride in the front, strapped into one of the passenger chairs but Lyra had put her foot down. Slaves belonged in the cargo hold until they were properly broken, she said, and she was determined to be certain this Havoc male was perfectly trained before she trusted him out in public.

The whole training ritual made Kaylee nearly as nervous as owning a slave in the first place. Lyra claimed he had to be broken to her will, whatever that meant. Kaylee wasn’t looking forward to the process of trying to “break” such a large male in any way.

She sighed as she thought back to her life just a month ago. She’d been living in relative obscurity on the other side of Yonnie Six, working as a shop girl in Tulga, a little town without much to recommend it. Still, Kaylee had been raised there and she’d been perfectly happy until her mother died about a year ago from an incurable wasting disease. She’d grieved a long time, missing the kind and gentle woman who raised her. Then she’d taken stock of her life and realized she wanted more—more of what, exactly, she didn’t know. But she did know she wasn’t content to live the rest of her life in Tulga.

Luckily, just at that moment fate took a hand. She got word that her great Aunt Jamelda, her mother’s only living relative, had just passed away in a freak cliff jumping accident. Jamelda had been seventy-six at the time and well past her prime but in all her pictures, she didn’t appear much older than Kaylee’s own age of twenty-three. Either she had wonderful genetics or she was addicted to enhancement surgery. Whatever the cause, it seemed she liked living life to the fullest and when Kaylee had learned that she had inherited a fortune, and a mansion in Opulex—the capital city of Yonnie Six—she had decided to follow her great aunt’s example.

Unfortunately, living up to her great aunt included keeping up appearances. Kaylee had felt completely lost the first time she came to a society function. It hadn’t helped that everyone there had ignored her entirely, even after the head body-slave had announced her as the heir of the great Jamelda.

Kaylee had wandered around feeling lost until Lyra had come up to her. Since she was the only one who was kind enough to speak to her, Kaylee had latched onto her quickly. Her new friend had kindly explained that her clothing was all wrong and her lack of a body slave was a social
faux pas
which couldn’t be excused under any circumstances.

Kaylee had invited Lyra back to the mansion her great aunt had left her and led her from room to room as Lyra’s eyes grew wider and wider. She had decided on the spot to make Kaylee her new “project” and together they were changing her image from that of a poor, timid girl who didn’t know which way was up to a sophisticated woman with the world at her fingertips.

The first step had been clothes. Looking down at the too-short skirt she was wearing, which barely covered her panties, Kaylee felt a twinge of unease. In boring little Tulga, the tiny skirt and low-cut top that nearly showed her nipples would have been considered obscene. But in Opulex, where the most wealthy and powerful mistresses made their homes, it was everyday wear. Indeed, Lyra had assured her that her outfit was positively frumpy. She’d already picked out some gowns for the next society fling that made Kaylee blush just to look at them.

But I won’t be going to any society function if I don’t get this slave trained correctly,
Kaylee reminded herself uneasily. She thought of him sitting back in the cargo hold and felt a surge of concern. Was he all right back there? Like all Yonnites, she didn't consider males equals, but she didn’t like having one as a slave either. There were a few free males living on the fringes of Tulga and everyone had been content to leave them alone. Then again, those had been shy, quiet specimens, most of them no larger than any of the women in town and some were quite a bit smaller. None of them were anything like the huge, imposing male Lyra had talked her into buying.

“Well, get ready, we’re almost here!” Lyra chirped, pulling Kaylee away from her worried musings. She was driving and she handled the fast little ship Great Aunt Jamelda had left Kaylee like she’d been born to do it. Her own family was proud but not nearly as wealthy as some of the mistresses in Opulex. Also, Lyra was a second daughter which meant her older sister would inherit everything once their mother died. Still, she didn’t seem to let this fact bother her—she was unfailingly cheerful and if she was a little pushy sometimes, Kaylee was willing to forgive her. After all, Lyra was her only friend in the sprawling, impersonal city and she was happy to have her.

Lyra steered the ship into a small, private entrance at the bottom of the towering building Great Aunt Jamelda had left Kaylee. When she’d learned that the entire huge skyscraper was now hers, she’d been astounded. Most of the floors were rented out to other, lesser mistresses but Aunt J, as Kaylee affectionately thought of her, had kept the top three for herself.

The little ship settled into the private lift and was carried right up to the top of the huge building. There the lift opened into the parking area of the vast suite of rooms which now belonged to Kaylee. In the first two floors there were several living areas, three kitchens, multiple bedrooms, bathrooms, and bathing areas, a private spa and sauna with an attached bubble-water pool, and a massive entertainment theater with dream-gas capabilities.

But despite the wonders of the first two floors, the
third
floor was what had really caught Kaylee’s attention. It was entirely given over to a massive dungeon complex filled with training and punishment equipment for wayward body-slaves. She hadn’t had time to fully explore the dungeon yet but Lyra had promised they would be making use of all its equipment when they were training the huge Havoc slave.

Kaylee wondered what Aunt J would have made of her purchase. She had kept a whole stable of such slaves herself but they had not been passed on to Kaylee. In her will, she had set the lot of them free and settled them on different worlds where males weren’t looked down on as they were on Yonnie Six. Kaylee thought that was nice. Though she had never gotten to know her aunt before she died, she was developing an affection for the relative whose life had been filled with so much adventure and excitement.

“All right,” Lyra said briskly, popping the doors of the little ship open with a press of her finger. “Let’s take your new slave up to the dungeon where he belongs and get started with his training.”

“Right away?” Kaylee’s stomach gave a nervous little flip. She’d assumed the hard part was over for today. Her plans for the evening had included a relaxing soak in the bubble pool and maybe a few entertainment vids along with some of Aunt J’s excellent stock of Kiper 12 Star wine. But now Lyra seemed to be saying they had to start “breaking” the new slave at once—a process Kaylee was
not
looking forward to.

“The sooner he acknowledges you as his mistress, the better,” Lyra said, nodding at the back of the ship where the slave was still stowed in the cargo hold. “We have to break him to your will and make him obey.”

“But do we have to start
tonight?”
Kaylee pleaded. “Honestly, Lyra, I’m worn out from that long trip to the slave market already. Can’t we just…I don’t know, lock him up and start tomorrow?”

“No, it
has
to be tonight.” Lyra’s bossiness was in full force. “Come on, Kaylee—I’ll show you exactly what to do. Just follow my lead.”

Kaylee had no wish to do any such thing but there was no saying "no" to her new friend. With a sigh, she got out of the ship and walked around to the back. She was just about to pop open the hatch to the cargo hold when Lyra put a hand on her arm.

“No—you can’t just let him out! Not until you’re prepared!” She reached into her elaborately styled gold-cloth
Shirazz
handbag and pulled out the small, black, evil looking remote to the pain collar the slave still wore.
“Now
we’re ready,” she announced. “Pop the hatch and then jump back quickly—he’s bound to have a long reach.”

Kaylee wondered nervously why all this precaution was necessary. Hadn’t the slaver promised this slave was well trained and perfectly docile? So why was Lyra handling him like he was a wild animal in a menagerie that might get loose and maul his new owners at any minute?

She opened her mouth to ask the question but Lyra was nodding at her to open the hatch.

“Go on—do it,” she said in a low, tense voice, the remote pointed steadily at the hatch.

Heart in her throat, Kaylee stepped forward and yanked quickly on the hatch release level. Then she sprang backwards, nearly tripping over the new
Doli-laRon
heels Lyra had insisted she buy to go with the too-short skirt.

From the way Lyra had been acting, she half expected the huge Havoc slave to spring out, snarling and try to attack them both though his hands were still bound behind his back. So it was rather anticlimactic when the hatch swung upward, revealing him lying passively on his side, simply staring at them with a look of irritation in those jewel-like eyes.

“Oh…” Kaylee put a hand to her chest, trying to still her pounding heart. “He
seems
quiet enough.”

“Yes, he does.” For some reason Lyra didn’t seem pleased about this at all. She frowned and made a threatening gesture at the slave with the remote. “Well, come on, what are you waiting for? Get out here, slave.”

The slave just glared at them for a moment but then he began to extricate himself from the cramped space. Apparently he wasn’t going fast enough for Lyra because when he was only halfway out, she pushed a button on the remote that made his back arch and his teeth clench in apparent agony.

“Lyra!” Kaylee protested. “What are you doing?”

“He’s not moving fast enough to suit me,” Lyra had an ugly look on her snub-nosed face. “This’ll put a little spring in his step. There’s nothing worse than an insolent male.”

“He’s been cramped up in there for ages—he probably
can’t
move any faster.” Kaylee tried to grab the remote from her but Lyra pulled away, keeping a firm grip on it.

“Relax—this is only the medium setting. He won’t have any permanent damage.”

“Turn it
off,”
Kaylee insisted. “He’s my slave and I say stop hurting him!”

“Oh, all
right,”
Lyra muttered sulkily. “But only because he’s too heavy to drag to the dungeon ourselves if he passes out.” She clicked another button on the remote and the huge slave abruptly went limp. Kaylee bit her lip as she watched him slump against the side of the ship, head hanging down, panting heavily.

“Is…is he all right?” she ventured uncertainly.

As if to answer her, the slave looked up. Kaylee recoiled from the look in his green and gold eyes. Before, when they’d first opened the hatch, he’d had am expression of bored irritation on his face. Now he was glaring at them with unmitigated hatred.

For some reason, this seemed to please Lyra immensely.

“Now
he’s ready to train,” she announced. “Come on, slave—on your feet.”

Slowly, the slave righted himself until he was standing tall. And tall was really the word—even in her designer spike-heeled footwear, Kaylee could feel him
looming
over her like a mountain of muscle.
A mountain of angry, malevolent muscle,
she thought.
Oh dear…

But Lyra didn’t seem to notice the murderous glare in the slave’s jewel-like eyes. She had a look of smirking satisfaction on her face as she motioned for the prisoner to precede them from the parking area.

“C’mon, big boy, let’s get you trained,” she told him. “Walk straight ahead and no funny business unless you want another taste of the collar.”

She stalked behind the bound and collared slave like a sadistic prison guard and Kaylee trailed reluctantly after them. Somewhere in the pit of her stomach a bad feeling was beginning to grow. A
very
bad feeling indeed…