The Queen Slave (12 page)

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Groggily, Neenah opened her eyes but saw nothing except for blackness. At first, she was afraid that whatever they had gassed them with had caused her to go blind, but gradually, she was able to make out a thin strip of light issuing from underneath what must have been a door. She tried to sit up, but realized that she was strapped to whatever it was that she was lying on. Very quietly, she whispered, “Is anyone else here?” No one answered her. She strained her ears, listening for any sounds of life, thinking that maybe the others had not awakened yet, but she heard nothing, not even the faint sound of breathing.

A creaking sound accompanied light spilling into the room, and Neenah realized that the door was opening. She was only to make out the vague profile of a short person, male or female she was not sure, before the door closed behind the figure and the room was once again plunged into darkness.

“Well, look at we have here,” said a scruffy voice that sounded oddly familiar to Neenah. “Once mighty Queen of Anthar, now fallen from grace, bound to a table in my dungeon. Your blasted Master foiled me one too many times when he outbid me for you. Oh, the plans I had for you. Owning you was the ticket to getting the respect that I deserve from those white trash pea brains who had the good fortune to be born into money and be able to have anything that their heart desired, but oh no, Max Carrington could not allow that, now could he?

“Standing there looking down his nose at me like I was not worth the scum on the bottom of his shoe while he kept pressing that damned button, bidding more for you than I could ever hope to afford. For once, the tables have turned on dear Max. His new pretty play toy is no longer at his beck and call, instead she is at mine.”

Neenah only vaguely remembered anything about the auction, but from what he was saying, obviously he had wanted to win the auction for her very badly. Good thing he did not know that the auction was rigged from the very beginning. That would have just made him even angrier. Neenah wondered how he could see in the dark.

She did not know that he was a Droigoird, and that they have perfect night and day vision and only use lights because most of their business associates could not see in the dark. They relished tormenting their slaves by doing everything with them in the dark, the slave never knowing what was going to happen next and
sometimes could not even be sure of what was happening at any given moment because they could only feel and not see.

Hairy fingers traced over Neenah’s lips, and she jerked her head to the side. “Such beautiful lips most of you Antharian woman are blessed with. Nice and full and ripe red, just perfect for wrapping around a cock. It is time for you to experience the superiorness of a Droigoird cock filling your mouth and taste the excellentness of our seed.”

Neenah thrashed her head from side to side, pursing her lips to prevent the Droigoird from pushing his meaty cock into her mouth.

“Quite the little tigress aren’t you? Well, I can’t allow that, now can I? Looks like I will have to give you a little injection of our special love juice in order to make you a little bit more compliant.”

“NO!” Neenah protested as she felt a sharp stab in her arm.             

“Just relax, soon you will feel the love juice coursing through your body, and you will not be able to help yourself, you will have to suck me, the urge to have my cock in your mouth will be all consuming.”

Neenah lay on the table, horror careening through her mind as warmness began to spread throughout her body. Soon, her breasts began to fill very full and her nipples tingled, standing erect in the darkness. A feeling like electric bolts rushed from her tingling nips to her clit, causing it to engorge and throb. Her pussy moistened and ached with the need to feel a cock buried deep inside. Her asshole twitched in anticipation of being reamed. Neenah’s last voluntary thought was that her body had betrayed her.

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The Droigorid climbed down from the table. “I will come back and visit with you frequently,” the Droigorid said, “but I must go now, I have some business to attend to. You will have other visitors to keep you company so you will not be lonely.”

Neenah was left on the table, writhing with desire as the drug continued its effect on her body. Days passed and Neenah was administered the drug every time it began to wear off, and she was used repeatedly by the Droigoird and those in his employ.

During this time, Neenah remained a mass of need and desire. Her thoughts filled only of sex and how badly she needed to have her pussy and ass filled with thick cocks. The Droigoird delighted in his use of Neenah and of how her body responded. In his mind, the drug did not have anything to do with her willingness to suck his cock and her enthusiasm in being fucked. In his mind, she preferred him over Max and that gave him the ultimate triumph.

Soon though, the Droigorid began to tire of Neenah, and she was visited by him and his goons less frequently. The time came when the drug wore off entirely, and Neenah was able to reclaim her thoughts and emotions.

She was not sure how much time had passed. The time that she was drugged was a blur, and all Neenah could recall was feelings of her orifices being fucked regularly.

Why had Max not come to rescue her? Did he not know who had her? Did he not care for her as much as he had said he did?

Weeks passed, and Neenah was moved from her room with the table to a dirty cell. The guards still used her occasionally, but they no longer drugged her for the experience, and she had bruises all over her body from her struggle to get away.

Despondency overcame her, and she spent her time listlessly lying on the floor, no longer caring what was done to her or whether she lived or died. She began to refuse the meals that were brought, and her body and health began to waste away.

One day, loud shouts and explosions intruded into her stupor, and she struggled to her feet and weaved towards the cell door. The noise neared, and suddenly the hallway door burst open, and armor clad men poured through. A familiarly loud insistent voice called, “Neenah! Neenah, where are you?” and Neenah’s heart leaped with forgotten hope. Was that Max? She was not sure, and she did not have the strength to holler his name, so she struggled to push her hand between the bars of the window on the cell door.

Her door was wrenched open, and she fell into the strong arms of an armor clad soldier. “Mr. Carrington, over here!” the soldier yelled, and he scooped Neenah into his arms and hurried down the hall with her.

‘It is Max!’ Neenah joyfully thought as she faded out of consciousness.

“Neenah, oh Neenah!” Max woefully repeated as the thin frail body was passed into his waiting arms. He rushed up the stairs with her, running towards his ship and the doctor stationed there in the sick bay.

Chapter Eight

Max paced around the bridge as he awaited word of Neenah’s condition. The ship sped towards home as frantic thoughts filled his head. ‘It took too long to find her. I should have tried harder. I should have never taken her to that party in the first place!’

Suddenly the door to the bridge slid open and the doctor entered. Max approached him, hopeful of good news but fearing the worst.

“Well?”

“She has been through quite an ordeal. She is malnourished and sick, but she will recover. Mostly, she needs rest and food. I have sedated her and hooked her up to an intravenous drip. The best thing would be to keep her that way until her body has time to heal and recover. Once we have had the chance to supply her with nutrients, we can allow her to wake up and begin eating solid food. She will need to go through some rehabilitation in order to strengthen her muscles.”

“How long will you need to keep her sedated?”

“I think a couple of weeks will be sufficient. That should allow her body enough time to recover from the sickness and begin to mend.”

“When we arrive at home, I want her taken to my private chambers. You can hire whatever nursing staff you might need to take care of things. I will be with her at all times.”

Max stayed by Neenah’s side as she peacefully slumbered, her skin regaining its rosy hue, the bruises on her body and dark circles under her eyes slowly fading. The two weeks were soon over, and Max was anxiously waiting for Neenah to wake up. He was standing by the window staring out at the bright blue sky when he heard her voice whisper behind him, “Max?”

He rushed to her side and grabbed her hand, planting kisses on it. “Neenah, my darling, I am so thankful that you are alive.”

“It
was
you. I thought that I had heard your voice calling my name, but then I did not remember anything else. I thought I was dreaming the whole thing.”

“I wish that the whole nightmare had been just a dream. I should have never taken you out into public. I had no idea he would plan a strike against me and snatch you. I am so sorry, my love. I am so sorry that you had to endure this.”

“Where is Nylia? Was she taken? Is she ok?”

“She is fine. The client who had rented her services for the night had taken her inside to use one of the rooms set aside for the party. The intruders did not go inside; they only took what they found outside, so she was safe. She and Keera have been quite worried about you and have both begged to come and see you as soon as you are well enough.”

Neenah drifted in and out of sleep over the next several days. Every time she opened her eyes, Max was standing vigil beside her bed. As her strength grew, she stayed awake for longer periods of time. She and Max spent most of the days talking with each other and playing board games. Neenah realized that the feelings that she had begun to notice for Max before her abduction were still there and growing stronger. She knew she was falling in love with him.

Finally, she was able to get out of bed and sit in the lounge chair, getting up occasionally to exercise her muscles. She was resting in the chair when Max came into the room. “Do you feel up to coming into the kitchen for breakfast this morning?”

“I think so.”

Max helped her out of the chair and held onto her arm as they walked slowly into the kitchen. “I made your favorite. Just be sure to not over stuff yourself. Doc said that your body still has not totally adjusted to having much food in your stomach yet.”

Neenah smiled at Max’s fussiness over her. He had been fussing about her like a mother hen since she had been brought back home. “Max, who is taking care of your businesses while you are here with me?”

“I am doing a lot of it from here. I have an office in my chambers and it is equipped with everything I need. Instead of having actual business meetings, I have been doing video conferences.”

“I have gotten a lot better now. Don’t you think maybe it is time for you to go back to work? I will be okay, and you can check on me any time you wish to do so.”

“I don’t know Neenah. I really don’t want to leave you. You are still very weak and require help.”

“Well, I don’t want your business to suffer, and I know that personal attention is required to keep things running smoothly. I have a feeling that there are some situations that necessitate your personal attention, but you have been letting them slide to stay here and take care of me.”

“You are very observant. There are some things that I need to handle, and they have to be done on site, but I am very hesitant about leaving you.”

“You have hired an excellent nursing staff to take care of any medical needs, and there is a physical therapist starting this week to help me strengthen my weakened muscles. You have hired servants to take care of any thing I could possibly need or desire. I am not trying to get rid of you, but I know how important your business dealings are, and I do not want to be the cause of something going wrong because you did not give it the attention it deserved.”

“But you will get lonely. I can’t bear the thought of you having to sit around here all by yourself.”

“Well, how about having Keera come up here and stay? You said she had wanted to visit, and frankly, I miss her. We had become good friends before I was taken, and I miss getting to talk with her.”

“I think that is a very good idea. Yes, I had noticed that you two had gotten close. I will send her a message to join you.”

“Shouldn’t I undress then and you put my collar back on?” Neenah asked, for since she had been rescued, she had been dressed and there was no collar around her neck.

“Don’t be silly Neenah. The whole galaxy knows at this point that you mean much more to me than a slave. In fact, I have drawn up the necessary papers to declare you a free person. All you have to do is sign.”

“Even if I do not do as you desire and become your mate?”

“Even if, though I hold out hope that you will want to stay once you have recovered.”

“Max, would it be okay if Keera wears clothes while she is up her with me?”

“Sure, sweet heart, if that is what you want, it is fine with me.”

Neenah started to ask him if he would consider freeing Keera as well, but decided to wait and ask him after she had told him that she intended to stay with him.

Max went into his office to send Keera the message and to make arrangements to travel to the businesses that needed personal attention. He then returned to the bed chamber to pack for the trip.

“I will probably be gone a couple of weeks. You do not have to worry about anything. I have notified all of the staff that I will be gone, and that they are to take excellent care of you, doing any thing that you ask of them. I have also tightened and added more security so you will be perfectly safe while I am gone. There is not likely anything to worry about after how the Droigoird was taken care of, but you can never be too careful.”

A buzz sounded through the intercom to let them know that someone was waiting at the chamber door, so Max went to see who it was. When he came back into the room, he was followed by Keera.

“Carry on ladies as if I am not even here,” Max said as he crossed over to the dresser to continue packing.

Keera rushed over to Neenah, who was lounging in her usual place in the chair. “Neenah, thank goodness you are okay; I was so worried! How are you feeling?”

“I am feeling fine, still a little weak, but that is to be expected.”

“Well, ladies, I am off,” said Max as he bent down to kiss Neenah on the forehead. “Keera, you are to stay here with Neenah until I return. Consider all of your appointments for the next two weeks cancelled, I will take care of that once I am on the ship. Neenah, remember that while I am gone, you have the run of my chambers and the staff is at your beck and call if you need anything.” He kissed Neenah on the forehead once more and then grabbed his bags and headed out the door.

“Rumor has it that Master has had your emancipation papers drawn up,” said Keera.

“I just heard about that. He told me that all I had to do was sign my name on the dotted line.”

“Are you going to leave once you do? I can tell that Master dotes on you and really wants you to stay. The rumor going around the compound and among Master’s business associates is he never intended to keep you as a slave in the first place. I heard that he bought you in order to have you become his mate. Is it true?”

Max did not tell Neenah if it was okay now to tell Keera everything, but she figured that if her emancipation was out of the bag, then it was probably okay to tell her. “Just between you and me, it is true, though I did not know anything about it until after my first visit to his bed chamber after being named his primary.”

“Then why did he make you go through the training and being marked and everything else if he never intended for you to stay his slave?”

“It was just the way things had to be. He could not let it be known right after he bought me that he did not intend to use me as a slave. It would have caused problems with his business and his reputation. It had to look like he fell in love with me while I performed as his primary. It some ways, it was also a protection for me. If I were to ever be able to regain my throne and planet, nothing could be done about my loss of virginity because I was a slave when it happened. I hope that you are not angry with me for being less than forthcoming with you.”

“Don’t be silly, of course I am not angry with you! It is every slave’s dream to have a master fall in love with her and release her from the life of a slave. Of course, some slaves get jealous when that situation happens to another slave, but most of the time, we are all happy for her. I always thought that you did not deserve the fate of a sex slave, and I secretly hoped that you would be released. So, he does want you to stay then?”

“Yes, he does. He talks about it more often now that I am on the mend. At first, he did not mention it much, I think because he felt very guilty for what had happened and was afraid that I was going to blame him for it. He already felt like he was fighting an up-hill battle to get me to want to stay in the first place.”

“Well, are you going to stay?”

“Yes, I think so. Max is not the person that I thought he was when I was first brought here. The cold authoritative persona that he projects as Master is not his true self. It is just the character he portrays in order to get the compliance from his slaves that he needs. To him, it is mostly just business. A well trained, well behaved slave means more money than one that is disobedient. In reality, he is a kind and compassionate person who makes me laugh. Oh, that reminds me, I asked if it was okay for you to wear clothes while you are in here with me and he said that it was, so you can choose any thing you would like from the closet.”

“Neenah, that was so sweet of you to think of that. I love wearing clothes, but I just do not get to do it that often!”

They spent the next few hours trying on outfits, Neenah participating at first and then, as she tired, she sat in the lounge chair and watched as Keera put on one outfit after another.

“Neenah, how long has it been since you enjoyed a nice whirlpool bath and had your hair and make-up fixed?”

“I get to enjoy the bath a couple of times a week since the doctor said that it is good for my muscles, but I have not had my hair or make up fixed since being brought back home. Huh,” Neenah chuckled, “isn’t that odd? I called this home. I guess that speaks loud and clear doesn’t it? I consider home to be here with Max. The days of ruling Anthar seem so far away that it gives the impression of another lifetime,” Neenah said as she and Keera sauntered to the bathroom.

As Neenah as helped into the warm steaming water by Keera, she asks her, “Keera, if you were free, what would you want to do with your life?”

“Oh, now that is a loaded question if I ever heard one. To be honest, I try not to dwell on things like that. My life is what it is.”

“Just humor me, ok? I really want to know.”

“Oh, all right, if you insist. My dream would be to go to school and learn business. I used to be really good at math, so I think that business accounting would be a good place for me. After finishing school, I would like to find a job with a good stable company. Finding a man that could love me even after knowing I had been a sex slave would be nice, though it is probably not realistic. I would love to have a child, though after all of the years of being a slave and on birth control, I do not know if I could even conceive.”

“In this day and age, you can do pretty much anything. Infertility is pretty much unheard of now. Science has taken care of that problem.”

“Well, that is true, and I guess that even if I could not find a man to spend my life with, I could still have a child.”

“Most definitely.”

Keera carefully bathed Neenah, drawing the smooth cloth across her skin. She leaned her back and washed her hair, being sure to get it thoroughly shampooed and rinsed. She helped her out of the tub and dressed her and then seated her at the vanity table. “Master must have had this installed after he bought you. There did not use to be a vanity table in here.” She took her time and applied make up to Neenah’s still pale face, bringing color and warmth into it. She dried her hair and styled it, making the curls hang beautifully down her back.