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Suddenly Arshan dropped the leash.
Martin picked it up and I was pulled outside of the circle that was
forming. I resisted the urge to call out to Arsh. I couldn't see him,
and a knot of panic started growing in my stomach. I looked at
Martin. He smiled, remembering me, and it calmed me. Arshan could
take care of himself. But, I still wished I could watch. Martin
shrugged and let go the leash then, and pushed his way back into the
crowd. Free, lost, I circled the knot of onlookers aimlessly.

I'm not sure when it happened. At
one point I could sense, even though I could not see, Arshan
approaching orgasm. Perhaps it was at that moment, when the leather
gloved hands covered my mouth and nose, a strange smell invaded my
brain, and try as I could to think, to send a message, I could only
slip down into the darkness.

I awoke what couldn't have been
more than a few minutes later. Gallen leered as he finished closed
the last binding on my ankle. I was spread-eagled on a cross in one
of the small playrooms. I sensed other people behind me, three? four?
From their breathing they sounded like men. Gallen straightened his
gauntlets and crossed his arms.

Arsh? Arshan!
There was no response. I could sense him fuzzily

no
telling if it was the drug that made me weak, or if he was just too
busy to hear it, or both. Like me, he was always weakest after an
orgasm. I looked Gallen in the face. "What do you think you're
doing?"

He didn't answer, except to pick
up a short whip and to come to lean against my side. I was at about a
forty five degree angle to the floor. He caressed my breasts with his
leather covered hands, and my nipples stood up defiantly. I didn't
have a shred of costume left now, even the collar was gone.

Arshan, did you plan this?
Arshan!
But there was
still nothing. I cursed at Gallen in Ardric, now only half-acting.

"Screw you," he replied,
but mildly, as he tickled my nipples with the tip of the whip. He ran
the leather under my chin, bringing up goosebumps, tickling the
inside of my ear, making me shudder. "There now." He used
the tip like a feather, searching me all over for ticklish spots,
until he ended tweaking my clit upward with it, not quite hard
enough.... I moaned. I was becoming wet. I hoped Arshan had set this
up earlier...

Gallen lifted the end of the X and
it locked in to place with me parallel to the floor. Twisting my head
I could see the others, three men I didn't know. I was going to hiss
at them, when I felt the handle of the whip enter my cunt.

I looked up at Gallen. The handle
was rough, and though I was wet, it did not go in and out smoothly.
He smiled as he fucked me with it. It was the smile that frightened
me. I tried to read him more closely, but his mind was sealed tighter
than shrinkwrap.

"You like that don't you?"
He twisted it back and forth, never pushing it far enough in to touch
my cervix. Just enough to make me moan again. "You like the
whip," he said more to himself than to me. He pulled it out
then, and tasted the wet end of it. Then his tone changed and his
smile disappeared. "I promised you a lesson, didn't I."

"You've had your fun," I
spat. "Let me out of here."

"Such a feisty act you two
have. Let's see how long you can keep it up." He cracked the
whip and I, and the spectators, jumped.

"If you lay that whip on me,
I'll kill you," I said matter-of-factly. "Believe me,
Gallen, if I don't, then Arshan will."

He raised his eyebrows at the use
of his name, and cracked the whip again.

"Gallen," I repeated,
"Stop it, now."

He circled me, rotated the X again
so that I was upright. The blood was rushing from my head as I tried
again.
Arsh, get your
ass in here!
I
struggled against the bindings, but they were as real as they looked.
"I am going to kill you!"

And he struck me. The whip lashed
me on the chest, just above my left breast. Pain and adrenaline
flooded me.
Arshan!!

Yes?

I tried to tell him what was
happening, but all that came through to him was a white hot burst of
pain as I was struck for only the second time in ten years by anyone
other than he. Perhaps that got the message through more clearly than
anything. I was panting. "You will die," I said. Gallen
lashed out again, and again. Sweat broke out all over my body as I
fought to contain the pain. I tried to breathe deeply, but I shook
too hard, he gave me no respite between strokes. He tricked me,
cracking the whip into the air sometimes, or raising his arm, and
then stopping. I did not scream.

And then Arshan's voice in my
head.
*he door's bolted.
Hang on!

"Please, stop," I was
saying. I looked at the three spectators. "Someone, make him
stop!" One of them started forward, but Gallen cracked the whip
in front of them. He struck me again, on the cheek. I think tears ran
down my cheeks with the blood. "Gallen! Stop!"

He was laughing. He let a few
more strokes fall, each one seemed harder than the last, and then he
threw the whip down and unsheathed his penis. He pushed the table
back flat and stood between my legs, rubbing his penis against the
inside of my thighs with his hand. I mustered up the strength to spit
at him and he thrust into me. "Still warm, I see," he said
as he fucked me vigorously. Trembling, I tried to pretend he wasn't
there. I closed my eyes this time,
Arshan...?

We're almost through...
he answered. I could almost feel the clenching of his teeth.

Gallen must have heard the door
beginning to give, for he redoubled his efforts and was exploding
into me just about the time Arshan came exploding through the door.
Arshan leapt straight over the table and knocked Gallen flat on his
back. One of the spectators pressed the release and tipped the table
forward. I stumbled to my knees, shaking life back into my arms. The
two of them struggled. I saw Arshan thrown backwards and Gallen stand
up.

I tackled him in the midsection,
forcing him back against the wall, and swept his feet out from under
him. Once on top of him, I smashed my fist into his face. And again.
"I could just drive your nose up into your brain and kill you
instantly, " I heard myself say, "But I'd rather beat you
like this." I held onto his collar, lifting him up with my left
hand and then beating him down with the right. His face felt fleshy,
crunchy, knobbly all at once. I pulled him up to a sitting position
and switched to backfisting him, then round-housing him, then
backfisting him... the resounding smack of meat was all I could hear.

Mriah! Mriah! Stop it!
Arshan finally grabbed my wrist and I wondered how long he had been
trying to get my attention. He pulled me off of Gallen, and I
collapsed, sobbing. Gallen just lay there.

He picked me up gently, wrapping
me in his cape. I couldn't think at all, I just cried for a while,
and he rocked me in his lap, humming a song softly in his throat. He
kissed my bruised cheek, smoothing my hair with his hand and holding
me. At some point I realized we were in the car, the smallness of the
space comforting me. I kept my eyes closed as he caressed my face. I
kissed him, drawing his energy deep into my chest as I inhaled.
I
love you
was the first
thing I could think. I drew him down on top of me then, kissing him
and kissing him, not opening my eyes even once. He seemed to touch
every part of my body then, the whole and the sore, warm and soft. I
felt his skin, the long smooth plane of his back under his shirt, and
the bony curve of his hip against mine.
Come
inside me, heal me,
I
said. He held me tightly, arms circling my ribcage completely. He
came into me gently, probing as I opened for him. I tucked my legs
behind his back, bonding us together, one animal.
You
make me whole.
I felt
the energy building in my womb. Our minds open, I shared it, felt the
waves of blood warm pleasure feeding back to me. Up and up we went,
until shuddering and shaking as one, we passed the peak and slipped
back down into oblivion. As I was drifting into sleep I heard him say
Now I remember why we
stopped party-going.

In his arms I smiled. I answered,
But now I remember why
we started...

Cat Scratch Fever

There
is something erotic about the feeling of fur, admit it. Especially
when under the fur there is taut muscle, the warmth of blood beating
under it. I ran my hand over her back, smiling as her tail lifted
just a twitch as I reached the base of her spine. The fur was
thickest on her back, but thinned down her sides and her front, just
a downy covering on her stomach. I scratched her under the chin and
rolled her over gently, letting my hand slide down between her
breasts and over her stomach. She rubbed her head against my knee
while I beheld her. Such a gorgeous creature, she had all the
outlines of a woman but for the tail, her brown eyes bright against
the blackness of her fur.

I
wondered if I looked as fine to her, in my canvas and boots and
gauntlets and shirt of cotton. She took my hand in her mouth
carefully. As I did every night when she awoke, I let her rake the
skin with her sharp teeth, drawing just a little blood, and then drew
back from her, trying to measure how much time had passed, trying to
guess how long I could continue to tarry in the woods, my Keep
possibly languishing without me. Well, they could wait a week or two,
perhaps even more if that is what it would take. Dara could hold
things together until I returned, or so I hoped. I rested my hand on
the lovely she-cat’s head and was amazed and gratified to hear
something unmistakably like a purr.

Some
of my men had brought her out of the forest—it had been a
hectic time. I had ordered them on ahead with the hunt while I stayed
behind at the Keep to administrate some lordly matter. I never
dreamed they would succeed in snaring something before I arrived.

When
I rode into the camp, I could already tell something had happened.
They were a dozen men altogether. Danton took my horse by the reins
as I dismounted and headed for the first trailer. But I did not have
to enter it to find them, for the rest were circled around something
on the ground. They were making a lot more noise than I would have
expected. Then someone shrieked in pain and I charged forward,
breaking their circle.

Guilty-sounding
explanations of innocence barraged me as I surveyed the scene. One
man was on the ground bleeding from one eye. Another, Hillard, was
nursing a crudely bandaged arm. I held out my hands for silence,
opening my mouth to demand what had happened...

...
and I left it open as I saw her. She was crouched low, but I could
see her hands and feet were bound together and a chain hung from her
neck to a stake in the ground. She was growling low in her throat,
her eyes burning as she flexed her claws. We stared at one another
for an age and a half. And then I remembered to ask. “What the
hell is going on here!”

Hillard
told me one thing, about how they’d hunted her down that
morning and were just trying to tame her before I got there. But
later Danton told me the truth, that they had kept her there for two
days.

“Why
didn’t you radio me!” I was shouting, pacing in the dark,
cramped space of the trailer. But it wasn’t Danton I should be
angry with.

He
did not explain. His eyes said what I knew, that Hillard had the true
answers.

I
burst out of the tiny trailer to find Hillard pissing against its
wall. He backed away from me, dripping, not lifting his hands to
brush the strings of dirty blond hair from his eyes.

“I
take it you heard, then, what our friend Danton has said.”

“That’s
true, milord Calidare,” he stopped backing to talk, but kept
rocking back and forth from one foot to the other. “We just
didn’t want to upset you.”

“Upset
me!” I slapped my leather gauntlets into my left palm. “Lying
to me upsets me, Hillard, as does withholding information from me.”

He
was looking behind me, as if searching for some rescue, his eyes
falling on Danton from time to time, finding no pity there. All the
others seemed to have disappeared. “We didn’t mean any
harm, sir, really. We just thought you’d be angry if you found
out you missed the hunt...”

“Do
you think I’m out here to hunt? Is that what you think?”
Of course, said a small voice in my head, you’ve kept them all
ignorant of your real reason for coming out here... but I silenced it
with the business at hand. I stepped up to him, my nose hanging just
over his forehead. “If I had known you had accomplished what
you set out to do I would have ordered you back yesterday. I wouldn’t
have left the Keep at such a crucial time.” I cracked my
favorite cruel smile. “But I’m truly astonished that you
bumbling idiots managed to succeed.” I don’t think he was
listening to me anymore, just trembling. I suppose I was glad he had
already run out of piss. “You’ve done your job. Now get
back to the Keep and tell Dara we’re on our way back.”

I
did not move as he stepped back, bowing his head once, meeting my
eyes as he did so. I noted the lopsided twist of his mouth. So, he
wasn’t entirely cowed, after all. Still, at least I got rid of
him.

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