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though, they were her people. She had believed all of them were dead, killed by the war
tribe. This unexpected vision brought her first real joy in almost a year. She recalled
forgotten dreams of a family, her own children, and a life of happiness. Those dreams were
still possible if her people had survived!
Without thinking, she took several steps toward the ramp leading down to the earth.
She never made it off the platform.
Brutal fingers caught the back of her neck, holding her immobile. Melmanon!
Breathless from the pressure at her neck, with the others warriors gone, she and Melmanon
were alone on the platform outside the transport they had arrived on.
Unable to see her master, she felt him step close behind her. His hands pressed down
on her shoulders, causing her to stumble to her knees. Ahead, she still saw the people, but it
was his words, spoken hotly into the delicate shell of her ear, that had her attention.
 You will never know them, slave. His fingers bit deeply into her arms. She cried out
in pain.  They did not fight our warriors, and so they have earned the right to live. But
you& you ran from us. You put yourself above a warrior, slave. You will never have a friend.
Never lie with a man. Never bear a child. Do you understand?
Tears trailed fast in hot streams down her face. His words stung, and his hands hurt her
flesh. She was so used to his controlled manner that this frightening brutality shocked her.
Charity heard herself whimper, and when he pulled her into the transport and dropped her
to the floor of the ship, she moaned in relief.
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Back in Melmanon s room on the ship, Charity watched numbly as he furiously
stripped her clothes, hurling them into a corner. When she was naked, her pale skin showed
red streaks where his fingers had gripped her. He turned her to face the wall, lifted her hands
above her head, and used the leather ties from her top to lash her wrists to a hook set high in
the wall. When he finished, she was stretched tight, her bare breasts and belly pressed
against the cold steel. Her nipples hardened painfully at the icy contact.
She heard him move about then leave the room. The draft of air from the door made
her tremble. Awful thoughts of how he would punish her flashed through her mind.
Paralyzing fear took over.
As her arms went numb, the thought of being left there forever made her tears flow
faster, but it was perhaps only ten minutes before the door swung open, and she heard his
low growl. Strange sounds made her shiver in fearful anticipation.
Charity cried out in surprise and pain at the first hot sting against her back. Her body
twisted against the cold wall. The whip struck her back and buttocks, leaving a fiery map of
pain behind. Blow after blow rained down, and she huddled to the wall, her wet face pressed
into her upper arm. Above each slap, she heard his snarling grunts, an indication of his great
rage and the force behind his swings. Her mind blanked, unable to deal with the burn of the
welts he laid on her skin.
When each stroke only maintained the flame, rather than increasing it, the whip
stopped. Her mind full of static, she was unaware of his movements behind her. She came to
when his hands lifted hers from the hook above her head. Blood rushed back into her arms
when they were lowered; pins and needles raced from shoulder to fingertip. That sensation
was nearly lost to the stinging of her back. Hoarse sobs tore from her throat as he turned her
around to see an unfamiliar shape.
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The contraption was unfamiliar, but, within moments, Melmanon made it clear. As he
strapped her into place, she thought this must be real torture. The device bent her forward at
the waist, her hips against a bar, her legs held in place with a strap around each ankle. Her
breasts hung free and her hands were strapped to a thin bar that extended from the base.
Painfully aware her sex was completely exposed, cold air drafted over her and heightened
her senses.
She felt the burning heat of him behind her, but it was something cold that pressed
against her. Cold, hard, and slick, it moved along the tiny puckered hole of her anus, then
delved between her labia. Without warning, he drove it into her pussy and made her cry out.
Not as large as he was, it was nonetheless big and terribly cold. After several ruthless thrusts,
it was withdrawn and rested on her anus again.
Charity knew what came next. Rather than tense, she relaxed. As soon as she felt him
press, she pushed back against it. The pain was still sharp as the thing sank into her
unprepared rectum. Crying again in great sobs, she felt him change sides so he stood in front
of her.
His hands squeezed and tweaked her breasts until her hardened nipples throbbed. She
screamed when pain bit down on the turgid buds, and she saw wicked-looking clamps
pinching each one.
The pain in her ass and at her breasts consumed her, and she twisted and bucked
against her restraints, sobbing and moaning. He moved behind her again. She was shocked
when he thrust his cock into her pussy, pounding into her cervix over and over as he fucked
her cruelly. The furious pumping caused her tortured breasts to sway wildly, eliciting
unbearable pain. It was only a few minutes before she felt the scalding heat of his climax
flooding her.
There was only the sound of his harsh growling breaths before Charity felt him
withdraw. Still painfully full in her rectum and losing sensation in her nipples, she continued
to sob softly, her tears a puddle on the floor beneath her. She heard him go into the lavatory
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and return. He first unstrapped her ankles, then her wrists. Before she was able to pull
herself up, he was gone, the door closing hard behind him.
Her hands went to her breasts. Charity whimpered as she released the clamps, and
blood rushed back into her nipples. She then pulled the plug from her ass. On the bed, she
saw several objects, including more terrible devices he hadn t used.
In the lavatory, she activated the lights and cried out at her reflection. Terrible marks
around her nipples gave evidence to the teeth of the clamps. Over her shoulder, she saw the
awful welts on her back. With hands braced against the sink, she reflected on the actions
that had brought about this punishment.
Charity had never imagined he would be so cruel. She realized now she had started to
care for him, to believe he was not the monster she had first thought. Now, in the face of his
abuse, she knew her feelings for him had been a way to rationalize her sexual response. If she
cared about him, and he cared about her, it wasn t such a terrible betrayal of her people to
find paradise in his arms.
With this one act, he had stripped away her make-believe world.
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