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Detts' father, Sheek, opened the door to Deanna's cell. She stood up from her mat and adopted a respectful pose. He glanced at her and snorted in disgust.
"As I thought. Detts!"
"Father?" Her owner stepped into the doorway.
"You haven't bedded her."
"Yes, Father, I have taken-"
"She still has fur." He pointed. "Have you noticed that no mature Chaffan female has fur around her sex?"
"Yes, but-"
"And all of my alien females have had their hair removed?"
"Yes, of course I have-"
"Did you think that was a fad? Fashion? Perhaps hygiene?" The bulk of the master was too big to allow him to pace in the cell. Instead, he kind of bounced in agitation. "Aroused Chaffans are sensitive above their dicks. A patch of fur striking that is as if rubbing tree bark against it."
"Oh. I will direct her to remove it, then."
Deanna filed away the information about a weak spot until she could use it. The command to shave was hardly a problem, though. She'd done it before, either a trim or outlandish shapes or completely off.
Since joining Starfleet she'd had less opportunity to share her latest choice, but on Beta there had even been contests to show-
"Direct her?" Sheek was shouting incredulously. "Do it yourself. NOW!" He pulled a glass tube from his kilt and handed it over. "Do you not realize what others think when they see her? If you're lucky, they think you're still a virgin. If not, they think you enjoy the sensation of sleeping with immature females."
"Father! No, sir, I don't-"
"I know you don't. But that's what they'll think. Now. I have visitors at sunset. Clean her."
"Yes, sir." He stepped out of the way for his father to exit. Then he came in, shaking his head sadly. "Better lay down and spread your legs, little flower."
She complied without hesitation.
Depilatory crème was no big deal. He knelt between her ankles, his knees spreading her legs wider than the bed she'd grown up in.
He poured a clear liquid out into his hand and started to rub it on her. It felt more like a lubricant. He diligently rubbed it across all of her pubic hair. Blunt, thick fingers pushed and pulled, smearing the stuff into every fold.
For a wonder, it felt nice. The big jerk was paying attention to his task, not his imagined role in the master-slave relationship. The massive fingers stretched all over her crotch and massaged gently but diligently.
She relaxed for a moment, following the flow and pulse of his fingertips. A few dipped inside her, but most stayed on her skin. He poured a bit more of the depilatory over his fingers. She noticed then that he never stopped touching her All of his fingers were always against her, never drifting away.
She moaned, ever so slightly. "Like that, huh?" he asked. "Well, it'll be even better without hair. After, you know… After."
"After what?" she asked. Then the lubricating effect of the crème started to wear off. In fact, it started to get rather sticky. She wondered if it was reacting with the air to…
The stickiness was setting hard. The crème was a glue and Detts' hand was almost welded to her skin. Every slight move from either of them started to tug painfully at individual hairs. "Oh, no," she whispered.
"After this," he said. He yanked his hand completely free of her, taking the layered glue, all of her body hair between her waist and her ass, and a layer or two of skin.
She shrieked. She tried to clasp her hands to her abused skin but he covered her with his free hand. The caked one he held over her chest and made a fist. Bits started to flake off, then popped and cracked, shards raining down over her bare breasts.
Deanna covered her face with her hands and whimpered.
"On some species," he said in a lecturing tone, "that leaves them bare for the rest of their life. Others need the treatment almost weekly." He lifted his hand, his thumb lingering to stroke her sensitive flesh. "We'll have to see how you do, flower."
He reached down to grab her breasts and squeeze them. She lowered her hands to her crotch as he rolled her breasts together. The shards poked her but didn't distract from her aching skin.
"I'll give you a little while to get over the yanking," he said, rising to his feet. "That looked painful." She closed her knees together as he walked out. The door closed, leaving her alone in the dark. She was dully amazed that the pain wasn't glowing like a small but hot fire.
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I watched the crowds as we approached the city. They'd told me the name, but the translator just said it was Very Very Big City. I'd been to a few cities on the plateau during the winter. But I thought the population on the road to the gate was more people than I'd ever been within ten miles of.
The crowd was fascinating. People that looked sort of like my tribe, but with a wider variety of sizes. The crowd mostly reached up to the bottom of my kilt.
Males here and there stretched anywhere from there to my shoulder.
I carried my new spear carefully so it wouldn't poke anyone. The Artificer with the visor had made a wonderful tool. The metal was harder than anything I'd ever seen or heard of, but still looked like shaped stone in a wooden shaft. They offered to make it as light as a feather but I was used to a solid presence in my grip. I actually had them add weight for me.
Luna walked beside me, a little in front. Her clothes and mine were crafted to look like some of the stuff made on islands distant from this town. She wore a knife that looked just like my old one. On me it was a belt knife, on her it looked like a rigging axe.
We approached the gate. Two guards stood next to it. These guys were obviously selected for mass. They hulked over the masses like kebba trees in tall grasses. One even stood as tall as my jaw.
I smiled as we walked along with the crowd. One guard pushed off of his wall and stepped in front of me.
"No concealed weapons in Bigbig City," he said.
I looked up at my spear. The head topped me by the length of my forearm. "Yeah?"
"You can't bring concealed weapons into the city. Have to leave it here, or pay a peace bond."
"Concealed," I said.
"Da'an," Luna said, "just cooperate with the man."
"I'm trying to," I said. "Believe me, if I could possibly conceal my spear, I would, then I'd cooperate by unconcealing it." I shook it a bit. The sun glinted off of fake crystalline facets in the head.
"I mean, pole weapons," he said. "Can't take pole weapons into the city." I looked over his shoulder. Shepherds prodded their flocks of green-furred things with spears, obviously tools of defense as well as control.
"Those guys-"
"Your wife!" he said. "Women can't be armed." I looked down. Luna smiled encouragingly up at me. They said I was supposed to do all the talking around here, though she was actually in charge.
"Friend," I said, "if you think you're man enough to take it from her, you go right ahead."
"Da'an," Luna said softly.
"OH!" I said. "I remember now. I've been to town. There's always a problem. Somehow, some way, some ass always finds something that can only be solved by cash." I turned to face Luna directly. "How much money-" The shaft of my special spear struck his knee. But where he was expecting wood I heard the crack of bone.
The point didn't twitch where I held it over my partner's head. "Do you think we should pay him?"
"Enough for a stretcher," she muttered. I heard him hit the ground like an ugly sack of fish. I glanced at the other guard. He found something interesting on the horizon.
"I guess the problem's solved," I said. We turned and walked through the gate.
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Deanna limped up the stairs behind Detts, hands covering her pain. The other women in the courtyard glanced at her, made sympathetic faces, then looked firmly away. She was still very much aware that they followed her every step. It was the first time she'd been embarrassed by being nude.
When the door closed behind them, though, the humiliation didn’t end. It just changed. He slung a stool over to the middle of one room and ordered her to climb on it. Then she had to undress him.
Between the limited standing room, her slouching and the fact that he kept pawing at her, she took quite a long time to get his top off of him. At last, the last layer fell to the floor behind her.
Detts leaned down and lapped at her breasts, his hands caressing her ass and thighs. She made a conscious effort to enjoy it. Not that she was giving in to her captor, she just knew what was coming. The more lubricated she could get herself, the better it would be.
Or, well, the slightly less horrifyingly bad.
His teeth nibbled lightly at her, then he stood. The spade-like hands grabbed her upper arms and lifted her straight up. He kicked the stool across the room and lowered her. She set to work on the rest of his clothes.
When the kilt dropped to the floor, she had a pleasant surprise. He wasn't that impressive. His dick was only a little bit longer than Riker's, and only a little wider than Worf's. She could do this.
He reached over her head to the dresser and picked up a bottle. "Hold out your hands, little flower," he said. He snorted and changed it to, "Little plucked flower."
She smiled in appreciation of the joke, while her mind imagined Worf shoving a batleth through the monster's nose. He frowned for a second as if picking up her emotions. She froze in terror for a second.
They might well be telepaths, she realized.
That could explain why she couldn't read them, they had natural defenses. Then he reached into his armpit and scratched. He smiled as he lowered his arms. "That's better. Here. This is oil. They tell me that you're going to want this."
Deanna poured a lot into her hands and started rubbing his cock. To her instant dismay it reacted to her touch more than it had to his view of her, or his touching her.
When it was pointing up at her forehead, it was about a hand's width longer, though the girth hadn't changed. Not much anyway. She set her self to applying the lube with a will.
He leaned into her touch and groaned. She might be able to get him off without-
“Stop!" he said. Damn.
Detts grabbed her rib cage and tossed her to the bed. He climbed on and crawled over her. The slippery end of his cock pressed at her belly. "Put it in," he ordered.
She reached down to comply, shifting herself into a better position when he wouldn't respond to her subtle tugs. When she couldn't delay any longer she spread as wide as she could and brought him inside.
As soon as he was in, his weight dropped down onto her. Her legs were spread around his hips, his pelvis digging into her calves, her own thigh bones nearly coming out of the sockets. Her hands barely reached his back and her face was being ground into his chest. She could only scarcely breathe.
But all she noticed was that she was full. His long and powerful dick was splitting her open, stressing her in places even Betazed schooling never touched on.
She moaned, and not in pleasure, as he wiggled his hips, trying for a tiny bit further penetration. Then he started fucking her.
His hips didn't rock. Rather, he grabbed her shoulders and shoved her along under him, forcing her onto him, then he dragged her away. His hairy chest abraded her nipples as she was rubbed along his body. She felt like a block of cheese being grated.
His spine arched and the angle changed. She rolled her pelvis, trying to keep from being gaffed. His curve moved his face closer to hers. She felt drool hitting her hair. His breath came in rapid bursts, not quite matching her bouncing.
He came, crushing her to his groin, lifting her off the bed completely as the arch of his back reversed. She felt like a backwards figurehead, impaled on the keel. A warm burst inside her seemed to explode with fire.
Then he eeped like a cadet caught stealing test answers and collapsed. She was still under him. The beached whale of a lover covered her almost completely. She felt that if Security searched the room for criminal activity, they'd probably miss the rape. Right now, they wouldn't even see the victim.
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We spent the day finding all the slave traders in Bigbigcity. The yellow eyed guy on the Enterprise had started to describe how they'd tracked the kidnapper here. Luna had asked if I wanted to see the inside of his battery. I don't know what that is, but he'd shut up.
Anyway, Luna didn't recognize her friend on any of the blocks. We found lodging and dinner and planned for the next day.
"We're going to want to get on the slavers' good side," I said. "It'll make it easier to get the information from them."
"Okay," she nodded. She was looking carefully through the bowl of stew that was dinner. I was pretty sure the more wiggly bits were dead, just springy as hell. They weren't wiggling as much in my stomach, anyway.
Luna wasn't terribly fastidious, not after a few refugee camps. She was curious, though. If it was good she'd want to be able to order it again.
"So," she asked, "how do you get on a slaver's good side?"
"Buy a slave," I said. She nodded. "A local girl, not too exotic, something that'll take a while to shift. Make an offer, haggle poorly, they'll feel like they profited. Maybe become talkative."
"Then what do we do with the slave?"
"Well, by the time we finish dealing with the first guy, we'll know what she's worth." I shook my mattress to get rid of vermin. "We go to the next slaver and offer her at an extreme discount. He feels like he got one over on us-"
"No."
"Wow, Luna." I turned and sat down. She stood and stepped over to my knee. I hunched over so our faces were close. "I haven't heard you use that tone of voice since the Cardas-"
"I may not be Starfleet any more, but I have been oppressed. We. Will. NOT. Deal. Slaves."
"Okay. What do you want to do with the slaves, then?" I leaned back and stretched out on the bed.
"We buy offworld slaves. And we take them with us. And return them."
"That'll be expensive," I said. She smiled and tugged at the money bag on my belt.
What?"
"Open it."
"There's only sixteen coins," I said, but I was pulling it off and opening it. "That's enough for six local girls, but only one of the exotics." I poured them out into my hand to show her. "I suppose, if we only buy one, and only when we have to…"
She jostled my elbow. I glanced down and all the coins were in my hand. I tipped the bag over to show her that. More coins spilled out. "That's handy," I said.
“Magic?" I emptied the bag twice. The coins all went back in without making it bulge.
"Close enough. So, we have a plan?" she asked.
"And nothing to do until the markets open," I agreed. I reached out and tugged at her kilt. "Well, not quite nothing."
She smiled and let me strip her. Luna returned the favor. I reached down and held one of her feet in each of my hands. She balanced on my grip as I lifted her and sat back.
She giggled as I lowered her over my lap. I moved my hands to widen her stance. She overbalanced and nearly fell. I caught her with my leg, then let her slide down to me.
She moaned as she lowered herself over my cock.
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