Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
I shiver, suddenly cold. “I’m not a hero, Abbi. I’m just a human who tried to survive in galactic slavery, like any other.”
“Sometimes that’s true heroism.” She smiles at me, but I can’t respond in kind. Frankly, I don’t know what’s going on inside me right now. I should be happy for Enya, and her mother. But I can’t help but feel useless—like they’ve discarded me like trash that’s no longer necessary. I touch my leg.
“You just need to rest some more, then we’ll start the process of getting you used to Zandia.” She grabs a luxurious spider-silk blanket—the kind only used by my former Ocretion master—and wraps it around my shoulders. I realize my clothing—a form-fitting gown—is also soft and luxurious. I’ve never felt such fabric against my skin before. Surely a species that shows me such kindness and welcome wouldn’t be lying about Enya. Would they?
She pats my arm. “I know you’re used to bad things happening. But this place is good. We’re as good as free here. The Zandians are kind and benevolent. I promise you that.” She lowers her tone. “Every human female here has been through the initial adjustment, and we’ll help you.”
Despite my panic at being separated from Enya, I can tell she means well. That she’s earnest.
I nod. “Thank you.”
There is much to be grateful for here—my life, my safety, being on a planet where I will have some semblance of freedom—for the first time in my life.
Yet without Enya in my arms, I feel so empty.
What does her mother look like? Will Enya forget me immediately?
I’m sure she won’t. She can’t!
What if she never needs me again? How can she be doing this big thing without me at her side? My life feels suddenly meaningless. All those years as a slave, I was strong to protect the younger ones. To help them stay alive, stay safe. One by one, the younger ones were taken from my care, but I still had Enya. She was my family. My everything.
Tears drip down my face.
To make matters worse, the image of the strong blind Zandian comes to mind… the wonderful ways he touched me. I don’t know why I feel like I need him, in particular, but I do.
Maybe it was some biological response to bonding with a new captor, but I did form an attachment to him.
And the things he did to my body… I’ve never experienced pleasure that way before. But he seemed to regret what we did.
Abbi clears her throat. “Are you all right?”
I stick up my chin. “I’m fine.” And I will be. I just have to power through. How many humans would kill to be in my place? It’s stupid to whine about things that are wonderful. I’ll see Enya again very soon, and things will be… fine. “Tell me more about Zandia.”
Chapter 6
Zina
“I have to punish you now.” The great blind navigator holds me between his knees, tugging the bodice of my dress down to expose my breasts. He leans forward and suckles the nipple as he pinches and twists the other one. “You’ve been a naughty human and I’m your master. It will be my duty to keep you in line.
“H-how will you do that, Master?”
“With my whip and my tongue.” He snaps a whip in front of my face, but I’m not afraid, I’m excited. “Now take off your clothes, little human. It’s time for your punishment.”
I hurriedly tug off my beautiful Zandian dress and stand naked before my new master.
“Hands against the wall.”
I hurry to obey, pressing my hands to the wall and pushing my ass out for his punishment.
He whips me, the sting of his strap stirring me into a frenzy, until I’m panting and begging for more.
Then he picks me up and lays me on his desk and spreads my legs…
I lie face down on my cot and work my fingers between my legs until I moan into the soft pillow and come. My hips buck over my hand as the release comes accompanied by hot panting and a groan.
Ridiculous.
I can’t believe I’m fantasizing about that male.
It’s a sign of how spacious my life is here on Zandia that I even have the privacy, time and sexual drive to masturbate. In all my years on Ocretia, I rarely pleasured myself or even thought about it. Now it’s a morning ritual.
And always to thoughts of him.
Still flushed with my release, I climb out of bed. My room is simple and austere, but still one hundred times better than the conditions I lived in on Ocretia. I have my own room! I’ve been fed the most delicious foods! And I haven’t had to work—yet. So far, I’ve just been allowed to acclimate and shadow others in various occupations. And then they say I may choose where I want to work.