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Authors: Natasha Moore

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“Nah. She was just…” But when it came down to it, he
couldn’t deny she was more than just a sex slave. The princess had been on
Jarrod’s mind constantly since the moment he left her behind. Somehow in a
couple nights, she’d become much more.

“Then why are you programming the navigation system now?”

Jarrod shrugged. “Just getting it out of the way.”

Micah leaned back in his seat and crossed his thick arms
over his chest. “I’m not taking off for Ceylon 7 without you and you’re going
to need me to break her out of the slave station.”

There was no reason to deny it. Micah was going to find out
sooner or later that he’d be leaving without his navigator. Jarrod sighed and
turned away from the control panel. “I don’t want you involved.”

“We’re partners. I have to be involved.”

“I’ll do it myself and get to Ceylon 7 as soon as I can.”

“How are you going to get her off the planet without the
Galaxy
?”

Jarrod shrugged. “I’ll figure something out.” He already had
his eye on a little speeder with light-speed capabilities. He should be able to
kick start it and blast off without causing too much of a fuss.

“You’ll need me to break her out of the slave station,”
Micah insisted.

“You said that before. I can handle it myself.” It’s not
like someone of Micah’s size could sneak around undetected.

“Don’t you ever talk to the slaves you buy for the night?”

Jarrod narrowed his eyes. “No more than necessary.”

“Yeah, that’s you. Man of few words.” Micah stood up. “The
king always sends two men to pick up his new slave from the station. They have
to try her out. Enjoy her body. Together. Make sure she’s worthy of the king
before they leave with her.”

Jarrod’s stomach twisted in a knot at the thought. But he
saw what Micah was getting at. “So we intercept these guys and just walk out
with the princess?”

Micah shrugged. “Easier to overpower two men than to fight
our way out of the slave station.”

“You’re right.” Jarrod’s mind was already running through
the possibilities. “Thanks, friend.”

“One more thing,” Micah said.

“What now?”

“According to my source at the station, they’re getting the
princess ready now. She’s scheduled to be taken to the king tonight.”

* * * * *

Fawn led Hanna over to a strange-looking chair. The seat was
of normal width, but the back was tall and narrow and had small hooks scattered
up and down its length. “Please have a seat and we will fit you with your
collar and cuffs.”

Treena carried over what looked like several lengths of
smoothly rolled silver rope. Hanna would have thought it was the shiny metal
that the women were wearing except that it was limp, not rigid like their
collars and cuffs.

Fawn lifted Hanna’s heavy hair off her neck and clipped it
on top of her head, then took the first length of silver and placed it around
Hanna’s neck. Fawn circled behind Hanna and pulled back on the silver rope
until it lay snug atop her collarbone. “Our cuffs and collars are made out of a
special metal called tranium. Have you heard of it?”

“No.”

Starr handed Fawn a pair of scissors. “Tranium is flexible
until it is finished with a sealing device. I can cut the ends to the right
length.” She pulled a little tighter and Hanna heard her snip the collar to
length. Fawn traded the scissors for a long-handled device with a clamp on the
end. “Then I clamp the sealer over the ends. Warning. It will get hot for a moment.”

Hanna could feel the metal begin to warm, starting at the
back of her neck and working around both sides until it met in a brief flash of
unbelievable heat against her throat. But just as quickly the heat was gone and
the collar was solid where it rested around her neck.

Hanna reached up to touch the collar. The metal was smooth
and already cooling. When she traced the collar around to the back, she felt a
ring attached to the collar.

“The sealing device also forges a ring into the tranium as
it finishes it,” Fawn said. “Rings, of course, are an essential part of the
collar and cuffs. They can be hooked on all manner of devices and are also
designed to attach to each other, so, for instance, your wrist cuffs can be
hooked to each other to bind your arms behind your back. Do you understand?”

Hanna swallowed and nodded. Excitement rained over her skin,
but it was dampened by the wish that it was Jarrod she was being prepared for.
Where was he now? Had he already left Noria for his little trading post in a faraway
galaxy?

With the help of Treena and Starr, Fawn quickly measured and
secured cuffs to Hanna’s wrists and ankles. They were made loose enough to not
scrape against her skin, but tight enough that there was no possibility of them
ever slipping off a hand or foot.

“Tranium is an amazing substance. The strongest material
known in the universe. Nothing has been developed so far that is able to cut
through tranium once it has been hardened.” Fawn reached up and fingered her
own collar. “We all will wear the collar and cuffs for the rest of our days.”

“Oh.” Hanna’s breath whooshed from her body. She would
forever be marked as a slave. She wasn’t sure how that made her feel. Jarrod
had told her she would have to get used to the idea of being a slave for the rest
of her life. Perhaps he was right.

Hanna moved her arms and legs, testing the feel of the
cuffs. This metal was so much gentler to her skin than the rough metal cuffs
aboard the slave ship. They felt like jewelry. Jewelry with a wicked purpose.

“Let’s test them out,” Fawn said. Before Hanna had time to
react, Fawn grabbed Hanna’s wrists and pulled her arms behind her, around the
narrow chair back. She hooked the cuff’s rings onto the back of the chair.
While she was doing that, Treena and Starr each took an ankle and pulled
Hanna’s legs apart and hooked the ankle cuffs to the outside of the chair legs.
Then Fawn took hold of the ring in Hanna’s collar and pulled her head back,
attaching it to a hook on the front of the chair back.

Hanna’s heart pounded as she tested her bonds. Her arms and
legs were securely fastened, her head held firmly in place. Bound in this
fashion, she would surely be at her Master’s mercy. The thought made her sex
pulse and grow moist.

Starr smiled and glanced over at Fawn. She stepped forward
and brushed her hands over Hanna’s breasts. “She is beautiful. Her skin is so
soft and shiny.” Then she began to pull at Hanna’s nipples, rolling them
between her thumb and fingers and then stretching them. While Hanna knew she
should be uncomfortable to have a woman playing with her breasts, the erotic
sensations, combined with the treated oil, left her relaxed and more than a
little aroused.

“Now for the final touch.” Fawn stepped in front of Hanna
and held out her open palm at eye level. Two short lengths of tranium in a
slightly smaller diameter than what had been used for the collar and cuffs lay
in her hand. One end of each piece had been narrowed to a sharp point.

“The king had ordered that your nipples be pierced with
tranium rings.”

Hanna shook her head and tried to pull away, but of course,
it was useless. The reality of being truly helpless hit her hard. “But none of
you have rings through your nipples.”

Fawn shrugged. “It is not our place to question the king’s
orders.”

Starr continued to pull and stretch her nipples, evidently
getting them ready for the piercing. Hanna no longer received any pleasure from
it. She stared at Fawn’s hand and whimpered. The metal seemed nearly as thick
as her nipples.

“Don’t disappoint me,” Fawn snapped. “Act like a slave
worthy of a king.”

Starr released Hanna’s nipples and leaned close enough to
whisper in her ear. “Trust us as you will trust your Master.”

Fawn grasped one of Hanna’s nipples and pressed the sharp
point of the first ring against the sensitive flesh. “I’m afraid I can do
nothing to stop the initial pain of the piercing. The tranium will not harden
if it comes in contact with Marvel Cream while it is still flexible. Treena
will have the healing cream ready when I’m finished.”

Then Fawn began to slowly push the point of the ring into
Hanna’s nipple. Fiery pain tore through her. She screamed and stiffened her
body. “Don’t move,” Fawn said smoothly as she slowly increased the pressure. “I
don’t want to make a mistake and have to start over.”

It felt as if her nipple was being torn off. Starr stepped
behind Hanna to gently rub her shoulders. Tears streamed down her face.
“Breathe. Breathe,” Starr chanted. “Breathe through the pain.”

Hanna hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath. She let
it out on a ragged sigh and screamed again. The sharp point finally broke
through the other side of her nipple with a pop. Fawn continued to draw the
metal through her torn flesh until there was an equal amount hanging down from
either side of her nipple. Hanna panted, trying to block out the pain.

“You will look so beautiful in these,” Treena said, watching
from behind Fawn. Hanna was glad to see she had a large jar of Marvel Cream in
her hands. “A slave with thick, heavy nipple rings will be pleasing for any
Master.”

“I’m going to pierce the other nipple,” Fawn said. Hanna
wanted to scream at her to harden the first one and get her the Marvel Cream,
but she just nodded and winced. Knowing what to expect didn’t help the pain
any, but the piercing seemed to go faster this time. Fawn clamped the sealer on
one, then the other of the rings, the burning heat barely registering above the
raw pain Hanna already suffered.

Finally Fawn turned to Treena and scooped some Marvel Cream
from the jar. She coated the rings with the cream and began to slowly pull them
around and around through the nipples, adding more cream as needed. The pain
soon subsided and suddenly was gone.

Hanna relaxed and blinked away the tears.

“Better?” Fawn asked gently.

“Yes.” Hanna looked down as far as she was able with her
collar still hooked to the chair. The silver rings looked huge, but shiny and
pretty. They had considerable weight to them but weren’t uncomfortable. The
pain was already a faint memory. She couldn’t help but wonder what Jarrod would
think about her decorated nipples. Would he think she looked beautiful in them?

She knew she would forever measure any Master against
Jarrod. Even a king.

* * * * *

It was easier than Jarrod thought for him and Micah to
overpower the two royal guards as they left a tavern they’d stopped at before
going to the slave station. Probably celebrating their good fortune at getting
to enjoy the king’s slave even before he got her.

Soon the Norian guards were naked and unconscious and locked
in a storage compartment on an outgoing cargo ship. Micah and Jarrod barely fit
into their black uniforms with the royal insignias, but they arrived at the
slave station properly attired and holding the data disc necessary to get the
princess out.

They were led to the testing room, and while Micah handed
over the confirmation disc to the weasly little Station Master, Jarrod was
frozen by the vision before him.

They stood just inside a large room. It was mostly dark
except for the spotlight shining on a naked figure in the center of the room.
Jarrod swallowed. This was how he’d always dreamed of seeing the princess.

She was kneeling on the hard floor, her hands cuffed behind
her back. Her silver collar shone brightly around her slender neck and the
thick, heavy nipple rings… Jarrod swallowed again. They were the most erotic
things he’d ever seen. A long chain hung between them, the center link attached
to a hook in the floor in front of her.

His body hardened immediately, his cock tenting the tight
trousers. But even as he imagined plunging his aching erection into her wet
heat, an unexpected wave of tenderness swept over him. He wanted to gather her
into his arms and rain kisses on her skin. He wanted to hear his name on her
lips and then capture those lips with his own.

He took a couple steps toward her. She didn’t react as he’d
feared she might once she recognized them, and now he saw why. Blindness
patches had been placed over her eyes. Jarrod had heard about them but had
never seen them in action. Similar to a two-way mirror, the Master could see
the slave’s eyes, her reactions, her expressions, but the slave was completely
blinded. She couldn’t see anything through the patches.

He knew he should be paying attention to Micah’s discussion
with the Station Master. Everything had to go perfectly for them to get the
princess, and themselves, out of the station safely.

Micah walked up to Jarrod. “The Station Master watches the
whole thing,” he said softly. “To make sure we put the slave through her paces
and that she satisfies us both.”

Jarrod frowned and glanced over to the man, now sitting
behind a large desk in the corner of the room and grinning eagerly. He probably
opened his pants and pleasured himself while he watched.

“She’ll satisfy us.”

“If not, he keeps her here for punishment and training.”

“So we’re putting on a show? I don’t like this.”

“He won’t release her unless he’s certain she won’t break
down,” Micah said. “That she can take whatever the king might want to do to
her.”

“She’ll take it,” Jarrod said. He couldn’t wait to prove it.
“Let’s go.”

Jarrod approached the lovely slave. His hands were shaking,
he wanted to touch her so badly. The princess’s head was bowed, her eyes closed
behind the patches. She was breathing rapidly, a sign of her nerves. Jarrod
worried that she might give them away in her surprise when she discovered who
had come for her.

He knelt down and unhooked the chain from the floor. He
shouldn’t have been surprised when the hook automatically retracted into the
floor. The Norians thought of everything when it came to sex. He stood and
lifted the chain until it tugged on her nipples.

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