| Jaz has a vital job to do, a job that saves lives. As a psychic empath, she
probes the minds of criminals and gathers evidence to convict them. But the
bloody images she sees leave her dead and cold when she goes home to the arms of
her husband Gab. Now their two-year marriage contract is ending, and Jaz fears
he won’t renew.
Gab loves Jaz, but her work has made her frigid and turned their marriage bed
to ice. Only a red-hot fantasy can drive the awful memories of her work from
Jaz’s mind, but can she share her deepest, darkest fantasy with Gab -- the one
where she is sold as a slave and ravaged by a cruel, cold master?
When Gab issues an ultimatum -- her job or him -- Jaz is left with just one
choice. She travels to Pegusus Pleasure Planet to live her fantasy in the House
of Fulfillment and create a memory that will erase the bloody images from her
mind. Will the passion she finds in the arms of her dominating master separate
her from Gab or reunite them forever?
“That’s better.” Pannor yanked at her chain and Jaz stumbled after him to the edge of the stage where a long walkway stretched out into the room. Her scarlet heels slipped on the wooden floor, her breasts bounced and her ass jiggled. She felt totally exposed. More whistles greeted her awkward movements. Her heart hammered.
The auctioneer dropped the chain and began to circle slowly around Jaz. He poked a finger into her right buttock and when she flinched, he laughed. “This one isn’t used to being poked and prodded like a common whore, gentlemen.”
Still laughing, he stood behind Jaz and reached around her to cup her breasts with his hands, lifting them. In the audience, the masked men leaned forward, drinking in her ample display in the peek-a-boo bra. Pannor’s nimble fingers danced circles around Jaz’s erect nipples, teasing but not touching.
Jaz froze in place, not daring to move lest she encourage him in his invasive exploration of her body. His body heat burned her skin through her flimsy garment and she could feel his thick erection poking into her ass.
Pannor exhaled a longing sigh, sending more foul air past her cheek. “I wish I could strip off this bra and suck on these delectable tits for as long as I desired, but they’re reserved for the man who pays good coin for her. As you can see, this is a prime specimen of an Earth woman. She’s pure human stock and already bedded and trained in physically pleasing a man.”
The auctioneer released her breasts and backed away, chuckling again. Jaz blinked. That was a bit of an exaggeration, but this was a fantasy after all. And it was true she was no virgin. Gab had seen to that the first night she’d met him, the first of many nights of bed play in his strong arms. He had certainly tried to train her to pleasure. She was the one who’d failed.
Not this time. Tonight I let go. The thought revived her wavering courage. Taking a deep breath, she faced the glittering eyes behind the masks and threw back her shoulders, thrusting out her breasts. Her nipples hardened again under their intent stares, and the men whistled their appreciation.
Jaz scanned their masked faces, wondering which of them had been chosen to buy her and bed her. The manager had assured her that all the actors in their fantasies were skilled lovers. He would have to be skilled to equal the virile lover who haunted her longtime erotic daydreams. How many times had she imagined being dragged before a crowd like this, helpless and nude, and sold as a slave? She’d lain in bed at night lately, picturing it in her mind, growing aroused, touching herself, seeking the orgasm that had stayed just beyond the edge of her fingertips
when the black memories gripped her.
Now it was real. She’d paid to live out her sexual fantasy, and not even she could stop it once it had begun. She was a slave, after all, with no more voice in her fate, helpless and subject to the will who the man who would buy her. It would start with the slave auction that she so often imagined, but it would end with him taking charge, dominating her, and indulging his most intimate desires as he broke her to his erotic will.
Her ass tingled with anticipation of the promised spanking. Fear lurched through her stomach. She licked her lips. The night had barely begun.
“She’s also certified free of sexual diseases,” the auctioneer continued. “She’d make a delightful addition to anyone’s bed. What am I bid?”
“Fifty credits!”
“Fifty credits.” The auctioneer looked disappointed and shook his head. “You might pay fifty credits for a slave to wash your floors, but not for a luscious bedmate like this one. Look at her full breasts and her fine, rounded curves. She’ll make a comfy mount for any man who’s in the mood for a night of hard riding.”
“I want a closer look.” The voice came from the back of the room.
“Fine.” Pannor yanked on Jaz’s collar and made an impatient gesture at the walkway. Leaning over, he hissed in her ear. “Parade up and down for them. Sway those hips, and don’t forget to keep your shoulders back and your tits up.”
Jaz faced the audience of leering men, glad of whatever scanty covering her gown, bra and bikini provided. Her heart was hammering against her ribs and the opening between her thighs burned with an intensity she’d never known before. A pressure was growing in her midsection, as if everything was tightening. Lifting her head, she threw her shoulders back. Her nipples had grown tight too. They poked out of the transparent cloth, their deep red color clearly visible, revealing her state of arousal.
Wobbling slightly on her heels, she began walking down the ramp, conscious that every eye in the room followed her movements, the sway of her hips, the bouncing of her breasts in the scarlet bra.
“Stop!” the auctioneer commanded.
Uncertainly, Jaz halted. She’d nearly reached the end of the ramp. She licked dry lips and stared into the eyes gazing up at her. They held a hunger she’d never seen before, a hunger that seemed to summon a matching need from out of her depths. Without even thinking about it, she propped a hand on one hip in a seductive pose. This was a fantasy after all. She jerked her chin up a notch and swept what she hoped was a regal look over the audience.
The men were leaning forward in their seats, watching her. She could hear their heavy breathing, like that of some savage animal about to pounce.
Pannor’s voice reached her as if from a distance, hard and cold with a sharp edge of desire. “Strip off your gown, slave slut, and let them see more of what they’ll be bidding for.”
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