Sierra Lives Pt. 06

Lord V propped his chin lightly on the knuckles of one hand like an elegant statue, while his other hand idly tapped against his obsidian desk. His slave had caused quite the stir. He smiled to himself. She held herself well. It amused him to cause her apprehension about the evening's coming festivities. He couldn't be sure she would comply. She could be adorably stubborn. Would he need the whip, he wondered? Ah, the thought alone sent blood rushing to his cock.

He thought back to the communique from the small-time slave traders that they might have another one. Hmm. He was quite happy with his little Sierra; he thought that had been her human name. The name meaning was something about jagged metal or rugged piles of stone. Peculiar, as his slave was so soft, firm and colored like a bouquet of Ingentian spring flowers. However, there was a great deal of variety in human coloring and form. Perhaps one with flaming hair to add to his collection or an ebony skinned beauty to contrast to his pale virility? It might be worth his while to at least take a look at this new prospect - the thought of two of them in his bed chained and moaning. He already had plans for his Elanna and his human pet. Perhaps, the more the merrier?

~

Sierra paced Lord V's bedroom suite on the Ingentian ship, which seemed to be the only place she was allowed when she was alone. It had access to the bath house, but she had thus far been unsuccessful at opening any of the other hidden doorways. She had survived the embarrassing procession that morning, but it only solidified her resentment of the man who called her slave. Her master had obviously been showing her off. It seemed the sort of thing a less confident man would feel the need to do, she thought spitefully. Who cares, she muttered to herself. She didn't need to psychoanalyze him, she just needed to get out of here.

He had kept his promise and had left her alone for two hours so far. He had also promised her limited access to the computer, but she hadn't realized how limited he'd meant. She couldn't get any schematics of the ship or access to request something as simple as a cup of tea let alone any access codes that could provide her with the ship's schedules and exit points. No doubt, he'd anticipated her lines of thought once again.

She had at least been able to ruefully confirm that he hadn't been lying when he said Earth was weeks away on a fast ship. At least, Earth still existed and was inhabited by humans, she reflected. The entries were all from an Ingentian point of view, but she could infer that humans seemed to be thriving, albeit in a different section of space from the Ingentos and Janos sectors.

From what few entries she could find concerning Ingentian and human relations, it seemed the two species were on peaceful, yet strained terms. She wondered worriedly if humans ever kept other alien races as slaves. She hoped not, but in her lifetime, space travel had been somewhat limited. Out of side glances, she had determined at the reception that she wasn't the only slave by far. However, it did seem her slavery to Lord V was something of a novelty for some reason, judging by the crowd's gasping and tittering reaction.

She did know that she was on his large space ship which was currently stationed on a planet, rather than in orbit, so her best thought was to try and escape the ship to the alien city and hide. First, find a way off the ship, then worry about passage to Earth she reasoned. Her shoulders slumped. Of course, she couldn't even find a way out of these goddamn quarters.

Deep in thought, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a door open and her Lord came briskly towards her.

"Ah, slave. I have a few more meetings to attend," he said looking ominous and striking in his black robes. Perhaps, I'll even have a surprise for you later this afternoon." Sierra couldn't help but pout suspiciously up at him. His eyes sparkled amused above his thin smile. "Before I go," he continued, "there is another command I will need you to know before tonight."

"When I command you to strip, slave, you are to do so quickly and as gracefully as you can manage." Sierra looked up at him with anger, but as his implacable eyes steeled in warning, she lowered her gaze.

"Strip, slave" her master commanded. Sierra reached behind her and undid the ties holding up the ridiculous chain fringe bikini top. It's not like it covered much anyway. As she held it in her hand, she realized she didn't know what to do with it. Should she cast it on the floor? He answered her unasked question by taking it from her and throwing it on the chair by the bed. His eyes urged her further by looking pointedly down at the little sparkling, fringe skirt. Sierra blushed. This man had taken her more than once and carried her naked body against his own sculpted form, but stripping for him felt oddly sensual and like she was soliciting his lust on purpose.

"Don't make me do it for you slave. You won't like the consequences," he warned in his sinister whisper. Sierra quickly undid the chain skirt revealing her smooth skin and her soft pussy.

He came closer looking her over appraisingly and then abruptly took Sierra in his arms. His hand on her neck guided her head up to him while his other arm wrapped around her waist pulling her tight to his body. He kissed her full on the mouth, nuzzling her face in between assaults.

"Kiss me, little slave. I know you know how," he commanded in a murmur. She tried to pull back, tried to remain unaffected, but with one arm he held her firmly against him while his other hand slid down to her breast, his fingers playing against her budding nipple before twisting it. A strangled, little moan escaped Sierra's lips. He continued to pry open her mouth with his tongue slipping in and twisting.

Suddenly, he broke off, letting her go and stepping back, his jaw set hard with constrained desire, his eyes simmering. He shook his head ruefully, "Ah, little slave, it was my intention to let you be until this evening. But, perhaps you are more inclined to have little playbreak. Let's see," he said snaking his touch down her belly to between her legs. She tried to clench her thighs together, but he managed to slide a long finger into her traitorously damping pussy.

"Master, you promised," Sierra pleaded shakily as he began to pump his finger in and out, slickening her further.

He released her again, and then commanded in a quiet voice, heavy with lust, "kneel, slave."

Sierra bit her lip, but complied, kneeling before him. She had learned that the proper form was to spread her thighs wide while kneeling, but it took all the self control she could muster to do so for it exposed her glistening slit to his hungry gaze.

He walked imperiously around her kneeling form and then bent enough to wipe his pussy-wet fingers on her cheek.

"Well, little slave I'm only thinking of you," Lord V cooed. "Look how wet you are for me."

Sierra scowled, but instead of angering him, he only chuckled, "I tell you what, little slave. Until our evening of . . . fun, I'll only enter you if you ask me to."

Sierra wanted to yell, 'leave me alone you fucking bastard,' but instead, stilled herself and replied, "I will not ask you to and didn't you say you had meetings?" she offered as meekly as she could manage then hastily added, "master."

Lord V raised his eyebrows at her, "thank you for your thoughtful concern. I believe we have time for what I have in mind. As to your denial of any sluttish desires on your part, you must give me a chance," he said in a playful tone holding his palms up in a mock placating gesture.

~

To his last remark, the girl took in his gesture and then returned her gaze to stare straight in front of her at nothing, looking stony-faced. Shevu, she was priceless, he thought. This will be fun.

"Let's make you more comfortable" he said with false gallantry and then his voice took on his characteristic commanding tone, "slave, to my bed."

His pet hesitated, forgetting her previous lessons. He took a step towards her and that was all that was needed. She sprang up nervously and trotted over to the bed turning to look at him before sitting down, her legs dangling off the side.

"Good slave," he said smoothly. "Now, lie down for me."

He really should be more strict with her regarding her expressions, for she did shoot him a quick look of fiery indignation before complying and lying stiffly down, her naked breasts heaving. However, her expressive face and her stubborn pride did amuse him.

"Confine," he ordered, while eyeing her erotic form. She didn't even struggle this time as her arms were bound above her head and her legs were pulled taut to the edges of the bed.

It was difficult to not simply stand and admire her, beautiful as she was, but he sat down positioning himself between her legs. He reached up and pet down her body from her neck, across her breast, belly and finally down to rest on her thigh. As he took both her thighs in his hands and leaned down to blow across her pretty pussy lips he heard her sharp intake of breath. When he trailed his tongue down and began to lick her, she did start to fight her bonds.

"No, no, no" Sierra whimpered.

"Ah pet, slaves don't get to say no" he murmured before returning his attentions to running his wet tongue along her slit. When he pressed his tongue against her little clit and started thrumming a steady rhythm, she bucked.

"Master, please" Sierra cried out piteously.

"Master please what?" he asked, momentarily stopping and grasping her thighs a little tighter as he looked up at her sweet face twisted with torturous pleasure.

She gasped looking down at him and turned her face to the side. "Master, please stop this," she shuddered.

He smiled his most predatory smile and barked, "eyes on me slave." She returned his seething stare with huge green eyes clouded with arousal.

~

Sierra looked down to see his fierce beautiful face, his eyes boring into hers. His tongue dipped into her and he took a long lick, his eyes never leaving her face. He brought up his hands and his fingers began stroking and swirling around her little nub. He stopped momentarily and reached for a tiny tube on the side of the bed. As he squeezed a pale green gel onto his fingers, Sierra realized what it was.

"That's cheating!" she blurted in a strangled cry.

Her master looked smug. He took a liberal amount on his fingers and reached up to slide some of the Shivean serum around her pointed, rosy nipples. Sierra moaned with pleasure and simultaneously wanted to burst into tears at her body's further betrayal. The feeling on her nipples was amazing, they tingled and warmed; the very air seemed to blow erotic kisses on them as the peaked into ever hardening little pebbles.

When he stroked along her slit with the serum ending with a slow circling around her aroused clit, Sierra nearly lost her mind. Every nerve in her body seemed to cry out edging towards orgasm. She longed to be filled. She wanted to feel him inside her. She . . . she wanted him.

Her eyes filled with tears.

"Ah, little slave, no need for that" he said as he shifted until he was propped above her. "Just tell me what you want" his voice was absent of his normal sneering undertone.

"Master, please," she whispered, a slow tear escaping down each cheek.

"Yes, slave?" he prompted, his voice low.

"Master, please . . . fuck me."

He smiled his tight, little smile above her. His swift removal of his robes and positioning himself was a blur to Sierra. Only the sensation of his velvet, hard cock entering her seemed to register. She nearly came at once. He managed a few slow thrusts before beginning a steady rhythm, ramming in and out, in and out. She heard his moan above her as if from far away. Her body was alive with sensation. She seemed to calm and gear up at the same time. Yes! This . . . this is what she needed. Her reticence completely washed away in the delicious friction of their two bodies. The rubbing, the stretching the fullness. If she had had the ability of movement, she would have pulled herself into him and ground into his thrusts.

He switched his rhythm to a more circular grinding motion. The pressure, the feeling of him inside her and his thrusting pumped her into a frenzy. Her breasts with her pert, swollen nipples, bounced and wiggled every time he entered her. Despite his face being in shadow, his eyes pierced through her, his jaw a little slack with lust, Sierra couldn't hold off any longer.

When she came, it was as if she left her body floating upon a cloud of electrified nerves to slam down into wave after wave of smothering pleasure. With a final deep thrust, she sensed her master's body stiffening into orgasm as well and her pussy clenched around him. She came again screaming as his masculine groans provided the bass line. He continued to thrust until finally slumping over her trembling body.

Breathing heavily, he brushed a few of her stray, sweaty curls off her forehead before rolling off her as his erratic breath began to even out.

"Release," he croaked and her bindings fell slack and slithered away. She pulled her arms down to her and curled her sore legs to the side.

She was practically in a fetal position as he arose and lightly swatted her ass before she heard the rustling of him dressing.

As he left through one of his infernal doorways he said, "until tonight, slave" his voice regaining some of its imperious composure.

Sierra squeezed her eyes tight and tried not to think about what had just happened, how she had begged him to fuck her, how she'd cum harder than she'd ever had in life, how even now, she felt the absence of his body lying next to her with a plaintive ache.

~

Gerra and Jarok arrived with Sierra's empty cryotube in tow. Falsifying records and hacking into something as simplistic as a cryotube were no trouble to a savvy smuggler like Jarok. However, it was Gerra that masterfully, created the illusion that there was a body lying in the cryotube, but in dim enough light that one couldn't quite make out the shadowy figure. Jarok wondered to himself how in Shevu's hell he would've gotten this far without Gerra's vast array of deceptive skills. His previous appreciation was strengthening into a frank respect for his friend's abilities.

When Lord fuckface's men eyed the cryotube, they were skeptical of the dim window until Gerra again came to the rescue with her pirate queen aura of command.

"For Lord V's eyes only," she asserted sharply. "Of course, we expected that you would need to scan the contents, but please do so quickly as we would hate to tell his lordship who made us keep him waiting."

As with the security checkpoint guards, the threat of Lord V's displeasure or even notice, snapped the workers into hasty movements.

Looking around at the massive, sleek cargo bay, Gerra let out a low whistle, "what I could do with this beast . . ." she whispered.

"You may proceed," one of the men in gray uniforms tersely affirmed.

"My man here, will stay with our priceless cargo until I've confirmed a few things with the Lord Protectorate" Gerra informed the men, her tone brooking no argument. It was difficult for Jarok to keep a straight face, but he managed to lean against the cryotube sliding an arm over it protectively with a "that's right" air of nonchalant authority.

The ingentian that had spoken earlier frowned beneath his clear visor. "Very well," he harrumphed and turning to Gerra pointed, "this way."

~

Gerra's tracker instantaneously sent Jarok layouts of the hallways as she made her way behind the Ingentian guard to her meeting with Lord V. She smiled to herself. This was going to be the performance of a lifetime she thought, however, she hoped it wouldn't be her last.

When she finally entered the sparsely decorated, but coldly beautiful meeting room, Lord V raised his eyes to Gerra and she nearly did a double-take. He was a decidedly attractive man. She'd never seen him this close before. Even with his silly sinister black hooded robe covering most of his satin, silver-white locks, his strong, even brow and high cheek bones set the frame for a delicate, but definitely masculine face. His gray eyes were at once cool and burning with intensity.

Gerra cleared her throat, "My Lord Protectorate, thank you for this meeting," she offered calmly regaining some composure.

The Ingentian stood and smiled a tight little smile, "Miss Caspian, please" he said gesturing to a chair across from his massive, black stone desk.

The setup of the room reminded Gerra of her many visits to the principal of her primary school on Keplaria. She raised her winning smile to the Ingentian and he seemed to be impressed that she held his withering, imperious gaze for he steepled his hands in front of him and asked mildly, "so, tell me about this slave you have for purchase."

~

Sierra rose from the bed on shaky legs and made her way to the bath. She stepped into the steaming water with a sigh, but she couldn't shake the fog that lingered in her mind. She simply didn't know what to think. He'd been so gentle with her unlike his previous violent assaults. He was so . . . attentive, albeit with impure motives she reminded herself. She hated the power he was steadily gaining over her. She had *begged* him, she thought with a sob. Surely, she was going crazy. Sierra tried to baptize herself clean of him in the enveloping, heated water.

She was still in a daze when she left the bath house behind. Forgetting the drying wall, she dripped her way back to the bed and sat down drawing a pillow to clutch in front of her. She was sitting like this when Jarok found her.

~

Jarok should not have been able to find the damned Ingentian creep's living quarters so easily, but it seemed luck was with him as he sneaked out of the cargo bay and made his way stealthily through the ship, tampering with computers and hacking security clearances on his way. Gerra's data of the ship's general layout had been invaluable.

The Ingentian genetic material of a distant relative of Lord V had cost Jarok a pretty penny, but at least he and Gerra had been able to successfully modify it. Jarok was familiar with the Ingentian genetic keys, from need to store stolen Ingentian biolfux. Damn Ingentians were so paranoid.

When he scanned Lord V's quarters and found one, human lifesign within, he caught his breath. What could he possibly say to her? I'm sorry I put you through this hell, but you can trust me now? He winced and shaking away his self loathing, he placed a bio-gloved hand up to unlock the chamber.

When he entered, his eyes were draw immediately to the small, unclothed figure sitting on the side of an enormous bed. The woman held a fluffy pillow tightly in front of her. As he took a few steps closer, Sierra flinched and he noticed her eyelashes were stuck together in places with tears creating a doll-like expression to her eyes. Her hair was wet and slicked down her back making her look even younger and more vulnerable.

"Sierra Lavery, I've come to take you out of this place," he said earnestly.