Divided: Brides of the Kindred 10 (8 page)

Good is a fucking understatement. It made
you hard as a rock,
taunted the little
voice.
You
liked
watching him with her—you even wanted to join in.
Admit it!

Truth reached the door of his suite and
swiftly keyed in the opening sequence. No, damn it! He didn’t really want to
share Rebecca with Far. That would be wrong…unnatural.

But if that was true, then why had seeing
them kiss and afterwards, holding Rebecca between himself and Far, affected him
so deeply?

Infected
is more like it,
the little voice snarled.
Watching that little display
gave you a sickness. And what happened next? You actually let yourself be
talked into holding another male.

But he’s my brother,
Truth protested, trying to still the little voice.

The brother who wants to bond with you in
more ways than one,
the little voice
sneered.
Who wants you to place your naked shaft next to his and fuse them
together before entering your female. A female who should, by rights, be yours
alone. What’s wrong with you, Truth? Has half a year spent among the Kindred
completely blotted out everything you learned on your home world? Do you care
nothing for decency and propriety anymore? Do you care nothing for the ways of
your people—for the Rai’ku?

Of course he cared! Truth wanted to bang
his head against the metal wall. He was willing to bash his skull in, if it
would only get rid of the guilty voice that haunted him. But it wouldn’t go and
he knew why—because it had some valid points. He
had
gotten pleasure
from watching as Far kissed Rebecca, and from holding her between himself and
his brother. If he was honest—and it seemed the little voice would allow
nothing else—he had even gotten pleasure from holding his brother.

Not a sexual pleasure, he hastened to
reassure himself. But it had felt…good. Right.
Comforting.
It was as
though some long dead part of him was awakening—a part that craved
companionship and brotherly affection. The part of his soul which was a twin.

Truth remembered feeling that part as a
child, before he had hidden it away so deep inside even he could barely find
it. Sometimes when his father, Feels Pain, was in a tranquil mood, he would
speak of Twin Moons and how everyone there had a twin brother. Rai’ku females
never gave birth to more than one child at a time so the idea was foreign, even
bizarre to Truth. But it was also fascinating. Feels Pain had even told Truth a
bit about his own twin—the male who would have been Truth’s other father if he hadn’t
lost his life trying to defend Truth and his laboring mother from the pirates.

But Feels Pain was not often in a tranquil
mood. On nights when he had been drinking—

Truth shut off the memory abruptly. No
good could come of bringing up that old pain. Just as no good could come of
trying to change his beliefs now. He had been raised as a Rai’ku and he must
adhere to the principles he had been taught from earliest childhood. Touching
another male was wrong. Sharing a female was wrong. These were final and
absolute truths—black and white with no gray area. None at all.

Lifting his chin, Truth promised himself
that he would stand firm. No more edging over the line or allowing Far to talk
him into “bonding exercises.” No more being tempted into illicit contact with
another male even if that male was his brother. His blood might be Kindred but
he had been raised Rai’ku and he needed no one, not even his twin, to survive.
He was strong and complete by himself.

But if that was true then why did he feel
so…lonely? So hollow inside? Why did it feel like a chasm had opened in his
soul? A chasm that could only be filled by—

Truth pushed the disturbing thoughts away
and went to the exercise room provided in his small suite. A good vigorous
session with the punching bag—an invention the Kindred had gotten from Earth
which allowed a warrior to vent his frustration—would set his mind at ease.

But though he worked the heavy bag until
sweat dripped from his skin and his sides heaved for breath, the chasm of
emptiness wouldn’t close and the disturbing feelings wouldn’t completely go
away.

Chapter
Ten

Donald K. Mahoney swung the large
polycarbonate bag of pitch black dust over one shoulder and made his way
through the disused back service corridors of the Kindred Mother Ship. It was
amazing, really, that two tons of the shadow stone could be refined down to a
mass that would fit in a bag—even a large bag like the one he was carrying. In
fact, the bulging sides of the sack swung over his shoulder made him feel a
little like Santa Claus—though he doubted the people he was bringing his dark
present to would be excited to get it.

“Christmas is coming early this year, boys
and girls,” he croaked, imagining the look on the Kindreds’ handsome faces when
the shadow dust rained down on them. He usually didn’t have much sense of
humor, feeling jokes were a waste of time, but the mental picture made him
laugh—a high pitched giggle that sounded more like a scream.

Faster,
urged the dark voice, which had been getting louder and
louder lately.
We are almost to our destination. Hurry!

“Yes, all right. I’ll hurry,” Donald
muttered. He broke into a shambling run, the huge bag swaying at his back. It
was heavy but he could manage, though he had to grip it mostly with his left
hand. Ever since he had been working with the shadow stone, refining it down to
dust, the black spot that had begun as a small mole at the base of his right
thumb had grown. In fact, it now covered his entire arm and tendrils of black
were creeping up his neck and down along the right side of his narrow torso.
He’d even torn the sleeve off his lab coat—now more black than white—because it
irritated him when it rubbed the infected area.

Donald’s nose itched and he raised the
gnarled claw which had once been his right hand to scratch it. The scent of
something rotten filled his nostrils, making them wrinkle involuntarily. As he
lowered his hand, a small gobbet of flesh detached from the drooping mass of
grayish black skin which still clung to the bones of his arm, sagging like dough
clinging to a stick.

Donald barely gave the small chunk of
dirty gray flesh a glance. What did it matter if he was falling apart? As soon
as he finished the job the dark voice had set for him, he would have Maggie
back and everything would go back to normal.

That’s right
,
soothed the dark
voice.
All back to normal. All shall be as it was. So hurry now—hurry!

Donald redoubled his speed while reviewing
the schematics of the Mother Ship in his head. He was aiming for the air ducts
of the Unmated Males section and once he got there, nothing and no one would
stop him from sending the shadow dust pouring down like a dark snowstorm onto
the Kindreds’ unsuspecting heads.

“Ready or not—here I come!” Donald called
out and cackled madly. His voice bounced off the empty metal corridors, making
shrill echoes that no one heard.

But they would hear soon enough, oh yes,
Donald promised himself as more gray chunks of flesh fell from his ruined right
arm and pattered to the ground below him. They would hear and see but it would
be too late. For the moment they breathed the black dust, they would be taken
over.

Taken over completely.

At his back he heard a rushing sigh, like
a hungry wind seeking to devour.

My brethren,
the dark voice
whispered
.
They are ready. Ready to possess all those who have no bond to
keep them out. Ready to live and breathe and feel a solid body around their
spirit forms once more.

“Take the Kindred—you can have them all,” Donald
promised out loud. “As long as you leave me Maggie.”

She shall be yours and the Kindred male
she has mated will grovel at your feet before he dies,
the dark voice
whispered.
Only hurry, Donald, hurry…your destiny awaits.

“Yes, yes—my destiny,” Donald gabbled,
shambling even faster. “I’m coming Maggie. Coming for you. And this time we’re
going to be together forever!”

Chapter
Eleven

“Mmm…Master. Must I truly be punished?”
Maggie batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at her lover and soon to be husband,
Kor.

“I’m afraid so, Maggie. You’ve been a
very…
very
naughty girl.”

Maggie felt her heart start to race. She
had never played games like this with Donald. He had been her fiancé for years
but he’d never gotten her engine revving like Kor did—mainly because Kor was
willing to experiment and play in the bedroom. Something that her ex hadn’t had
any interest in.

At the moment, Maggie was feeling plenty
interested. She was kneeling in the middle of the large bed with her hands
bound above her head with soft leather cuffs which were hooked to a chain
anchored in the ceiling. It was the same way she’d been displayed when Kor had
found her for sale at the Flesh Bazaar.

Kor had tracked her and come to the huge
slave trading outpost in disguise. Then he bought her, rescuing her from a life
of slavery and certain misery. But not before he’d touched her, fingering her
pussy and giving her one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Just
remembering it made Maggie hot all over.

She was wearing an outfit similar to the one
she’d worn at the Flesh Bazaar too. It was really just two gauzy pink ruffles
made of see-through lace that tied around her chest and hips. The top ruffle
was barely long enough to reach her nipples—in fact, it didn’t quite cover them
completely. The bottom curve of her areolas and her tight, pink points peeked
out provocatively from under the ruffle’s satin-edged hem.

The ruffle she wore around her hips was
almost as revealing. It barely covered the very tops of her thighs and if she
spread her legs or shifted her hips even slightly, it rode up, showing the
smooth, naked mound of her pussy and exposing her pouting pussy lips.

Maggie had just shaved herself completely
bare before they started this naughty little game. She loved the outfit she was
wearing, loved feeling so exposed and put on display for her master. It also
made her feel sexy and naughty and hot to be tied up and helpless in the middle
of his big bed.

Kor was playing his part—the part of the
stern Master—exceedingly well. He was bare chested, stalking around the bed
wearing only his black leather flight trousers. The bulge in the tight material
was clearly visible, making Maggie’s mouth water to suck his thick cock trapped
just behind the black leather.

Back when he had rescued her from the Bazaar,
she had been implanted with a slut button—a mechanism that caused her to need
sex constantly. Despite the fact that the implant had been removed, she found
she still craved it—just not to the point of desperation and pain.

Just being with Kor, it seemed, was as
effective as any slut button and twice as pleasurable. She especially liked to
suck her lover’s hard shaft and listen to his low, growling moans as she made
him crazy by swirling her tongue around his flaring crown.

“Please, Master, what are you going to do
to me?” she begged, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes. “You…you’re not
going to make me suck you? Are you?” she asked hopefully.

Kor laughed. “You’d like that too much, I
think. No, to start with, I’m going to do
this.”

He made some slack in the chain holding
her arms so that he could pull her closer to the edge of the bed. Then he
produced what looked like a piece of jewelry. Two small golden wire rings
attached by a length of golden chain. The gold glittered in his big hand as he
held the strangely delicate piece up so she could see it.

“What’s that?” Maggie stared at the
jewelry curiously.

“Nipple rings. They hurt—not a lot but
enough to remind you that you’re being punished.”

“Oh!” Maggie made a show of trying to
shrink away until he looked at her sternly.

“Maggie, am I going to have to spank you?”

Maggie bit her lip. Lately during their
love play she had found that she
did
love a good spanking. For now,
however, she decided not to push Kor too far.

“No,” she whispered at last.

“All right then, come closer and push out
your chest. Let me get to you.”

“Y-yes, Master,” Maggie faltered. Knee
walking closer to the edge of the bed, she thrust out her chest, offering her bare
breasts with their tight pink nipples barely covered by the pink lace ruffle.

“Very good, that’s a good girl,” Kor
rumbled.

As always, the words of approval sent a
shiver of pleasure through Maggie’s whole body. She pressed her breasts
willingly into his big hands and held still while he wound the first thin gold
hoop around her right nipple.

“Ooo!” she gasped as the golden wire
tightened around her delicate point. “It feels like…like you're pinching me.”
Indeed, the sharp little pain seemed to send sparks of pleasurable irritation
coursing straight from her tender nipples to her bare pussy.

“That’s what it’s supposed to feel like,”
Kor assured her. “The nipple rings make you more sensitive, more responsive to
pain and pleasure. Here…” He fastened the other golden wire around her left
nipple, making sure the golden chain that hung between them swung freely
between her breasts. “How’s that?” he asked when he had it fixed to his
satisfaction.

“I…I don’t know,” Maggie whispered,
looking down at herself. She could see the fine golden chain swaying between
her bare breasts and feel the nipple rings attached to either end of it
squeezing her tender points tightly. It was a beautiful and erotic sight—and
nothing she had ever expected to see herself wearing.

“You look fucking gorgeous,” Kor assured
her in a hoarse voice. “Gods, I love the way those rings make your nipples so
hard.”

Maggie bit her lip. “Th-thank you, Master.
But…what is the chain for?”

“This.” Tangling the fine gold chain
around one finger he tugged it firmly. The golden rings around her exposed
nipples grew even tighter, making her feel as though cruel fingers were
squeezing her sensitive nubs. The intense sensation causing her to gasp with
mingled pain and pleasure.

“Oh!” Maggie moaned. “Oh, Master, that
feels so…
oh!”

“That’s right—it’s supposed to feel like
that.” Kor gave her a dark smile. “Suppose to squeeze your plump little nipples
and make your pussy nice and wet for me. So is it, Maggie? Is your hot little
cunt all wet for your master?”

“I…I’m not sure, Master,” Maggie faltered
softly. “I…the way you have my hands tied I can’t…can’t touch myself.”

“Maybe I should touch you then and find
out. After all, you have to be nice and wet for me to fit your clit ring on.”

Maggie’s eyes flew wide. “Clit ring?”

Kor rumbled laughter. “Don’t worry,
blondie—it’s not a piercing. Just a ring that fits around your clit and holds
your pussy open for me. It matches your nipple rings.”

“I…I…” She couldn’t think what to say. It
hadn’t occurred to her that he might do something like this. Though they had
played slave and Master several times since she was finally released from the
med unit, Kor had never brought anything like the nipple rings into play
before—let alone anything more extreme. But tonight they seemed to be pressing
their mutual boundaries.

“Hey…” He lifted her chin with his
fingers, forcing her to look deep into his pale blue eyes
. “You know I would
never hurt you, right?”
he murmured in her mind, using the mental link that
all Kindred had with their mates.
“Not in a way you didn’t want. Playing
like this is one thing but I would never—”

Maggie nodded quickly.
“I know,”
she sent back softly.
“I trust you completely, Kor—you know that.”

“Good.”
He leaned down and kissed her lips gently. Then, holding
her eyes with his he murmured aloud, “Trust me now and spread your legs for
your master. Let me see if you’re wet enough for the clit ring.”

Maggie moaned and did as he said,
spreading her legs wide so that the innocent pink ruffle rode up, showing her
naked cunt beneath. She could feel her pussy lips spreading with the motion and
she knew what Kor would find when he examined her—she was hot—so hot and so wet
she could feel her own juices running down the insides of her thighs.

“Gods, blondie,” he muttered hoarsely,
cupping her naked pussy in his big, warm hand. “You’re wet all right. The ring
should work fine.”

“Will…will it hurt?” Maggie asked. “I
mean, will it pinch like the nipple rings?”

“No, but it’s going to make you more
sensitive. Look down. Watch me put it on you if you want to.”

Biting her lip, Maggie looked down. Kor
had another golden contraption in his hand but this one looked like a round
gold ring in the center of two thick wires. The wires were also gold and made
the shape of a capital V with the ring at their apex.

“Just like this…” Kor knelt on the floor
before her, a look of intense concentration on his face. “It’s a special
alloy—adheres to your flesh because it’s attracted to your pussy honey. And you
do have
plenty
of honey.” He stroked one long finger from the bottom of
her spread pussy to the top, dragging his fingertip lightly over her swollen
clit and making Maggie gasp.

“Master,
please.”

She didn’t know what she was begging for
but Kor seemed to and he was obviously determined to give it to her.

“Here we go, sweetheart,” he murmured.
“Just hold still…”

Gently he spread her cunt lips wide and
pressed the golden V shaped wire contraption to her open pussy. Maggie moaned a
little as the cold metal met her heated flesh but despite the discomfort she
held still like an obedient slave girl. To her wonder, the golden device stayed
in place though there was seemingly nothing to hold it there and the result was
a deeply erotic sight.

The gold ring at the apex of the V
encircled her swollen clit, pressing firmly against her in a way that seemed to
make the little bud swell even more. The arms of the V pressed against her
pussy lips, holding them open to be certain she was completely exposed. It made
Maggie feel incredibly vulnerable…and incredibly hot.

“Gods, sweetheart—look at you all open and
wet and hot for me. Your sweet little pussy on display with your clit all
exposed.
Damn.”

Kor’s deep voice was hoarse with lust and
his warm, spicy, masculine scent seemed to surround her, making her want him
even more.

Maggie felt a surge of lust that nearly
overcame her completely. Here she was, hands chained above her head with both
her nipples and her pussy on display for her master. God, had she thought she
was exposed back at the Flesh Bazaar when he’d rescued her? Now
this
was
exposure.
Full
exposure. She didn’t know when she’d ever felt so hot or
so helpless before. The gold ring encircling her clit seemed to draw attention
to it, framing her little pink pearl like a priceless work of art. And just as
Kor had promised, she was definitely more sensitive now.

As if reading her mind, Kor proved her
sensitivity by pursing his lips and blowing lightly against her spread pussy.

Maggie jumped and wiggled but couldn’t
break free of the cuffs that kept her hands above her head.

“Master, please!” she begged. “What…why
are you doing this?”

Kor looked up, his eyes blazing.

“I told you, you need to be punished,” he
growled. “Besides, it makes me fucking hot to see you all spread out like this
with your nipples and clit put on display.”

Maggie cast down her eyes demurely.

“If it pleases my master to see me
displayed in such a manner, then I am pleased as well,” she murmured.

“Pleases me so much I want to fuck you
right now,” Kor said. “But not yet—we’re not done with your punishment.”

“We’re not? But what…what else are you
going to do?” Maggie looked down at the tight golden loops around her nipples
and the chain swaying between them. Then lower still to the golden ring
encircling her throbbing clit. What more could he do?

“Going to taste you, of course.” Kor gave
her mostly naked body a lustful look. “Be a good little slave girl and hold
still while I suck those stiff little nipples.”

He was on his feet again and bending her
back before Maggie could protest. Not that she really wanted to. It was fun to
pretend to struggle and beg him to stop but they both knew in reality that she
needed this—needed to have his hands and mouth on her claiming her, making her
his and bonding her to him all over again.

“Oh!” she moaned as his hot mouth
descended, engulfing one tight, tortured nipple. The golden wire ring around it
made her more sensitive than she could ever remember being and she couldn’t
help gasping as he lashed her tender point with his tongue, teasing her
mercilessly until she cried out and writhed in his grasp.

“Hold still!” Kor demanded, pulling back
to give her a stern look. “It’s not too late to put you over my knee and spank
you, sweetheart. And I’ll do just that if you don’t stop struggling.”