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Deanna moaned as Detts lowered her to her mat. She hadn't been able to walk back to her cell. She wasn't sure she'd be able to walk across the courtyard right now if it meant freedom, promotion and her mother never criticizing her ever again.
"It'll be okay, little flower," he said. He stroked her bare thigh with a finger like a broom handle. "It takes offworld girls a while to get used to a real man." A shovel-sized hand slapped her ass, relatively gently. "But you're a Chaffan girl now. You'll adjust." He turned and walked out. She watched the door come shut behind him.
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"Hands off the merchandise!"
I hadn't touched anything, I wasn't even in reach, yet. The slave dealer just looked me over and decided I was a dumb hick, fresh down the river or however they phrased it here. I didn't look like I could afford his wares.
That look kept me out of trouble with any thieves, but I needed to impress him. I took two coins out and pressed them into his hand. "One is to apologize to you for dirtying your establishment with my bare feet. The other is to get your attention."
"Please be seated, noble customer," he oozed. I took the offered stool and gestured for Luna to kneel beside me. She obeyed, but only because it wouldn't be in character to pop my eyes out like fish eggs. "How can I help you?"
"I've come into some money," I said. "A lot of money. There are three things that I really think I need to do with it, and Bigbigcity is the place I know I can do them. First, my number-two wife here wants enough servants in our household to make her mother-in-law sick."
"Oh, we can certainly help you with that problem, sir," he said. "And the other things?"
"Second, I want servants unique enough to make my father-in-law chew his arm off."
"Ah, well! If sir would simply glance around at my women, you can see that you're already halfway done with your shopping!"
"Yeah, yeah. But most of all, I'm trying to find my wife number one." I pulled out the cloth they'd made for me. It was a little pocket tapestry. Amazingly tiny stitches depicted Luna's friend in stunning detail. "An offworlder kidnapped her. An ugly little alien."
"All aliens are ugly and little," he said. "But about this shopping trip…" I let him distract me from the inquiry long enough to sell me a slave. But even with his hands full of cash, he couldn't offer any help. I took our slave's chain and we went on.
By lunch we had four women and no leads. I stopped at a place that sold food and we took over a table. The girls all looked fearfully at me as they climbed up on stools and we waited for service.
They were a fascinating lot. One was covered with fur. She looked like a grass-lion with long, slender legs. Another was green, with eyes the color of a moon rock and very fine scales on her skin. The third was black, darker than the night sky, with tiny, glittering red hairs around her face and hands. The fourth looked kind of like Luna, but without the nose lines. And she had six breasts.
No one back home would believe any of it, not unless I brought one of them back. "You know," I said. "I just realized I'm not getting paid for this hunt. I should get something for my troubles, shouldn’t I? I mean, if your captain doesn’t want to keep them-"
Luna kicked me under the table. The slaves' eyes had gotten wide at my comment, but they absolutely bugged at her action. Women on this planet just didn't do that. If nothing else, it was a quick demonstration to them that things were not as they seemed.
"Don't worry about him," Luna was telling our purchases. "When we go back to the starship, you're all coming with us. You have my word." They didn't quite trust us. Slaves don't trust easily. And we couldn't remove their chains in public.
But when we explained our trip and the reason we bought them, and showed them the tapestry, we got a surprise.
"I know her," Branzelle said. She was the midnight-sky one. "My master sold me, to get the money to buy her for his son's bat mitzvah or whatever they call it here."
"One of the slavers lied to us," I said. "Come on, let's go beat the information out of him."
"Da'an," Luna said. "Branzelle already knows who bought her."
"Are you saying you DON'T want to beat up a slaver?"
"I'm saying I don't want Deanna to spend one minute more where she is than she has to."
"Ah. Okay."
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The buyer's estate was on the edge of the harbor. We approached from a back street. I held Branzelle's leash as she led us along. I had offered to remove their chains but they resisted. They didn't want to be confused for escaped slaves.
The slaver we'd bought her from was walking down the main street as we approached. I tossed the chain to Luna and scampered out. I put his left wrist behind his right shoulder blade and asked if he'd join us in the alley.
The girls gave a little cheer as I slammed his face against a wall. A little face looked out the window of the building. Luna smiled and rocked the spear back and forth. The face disappeared.
"So. Tegetch, wasn't it?" I asked. "Didn't I ask you if you knew where my number one wife was?"
"I'm not sure, I wanted to check, not to get your hopes up until I knew!" He was whispering because the tip of my knife was closer to his eyeball than the crowd that might come to his rescue.
"Isn't that nice, Luna? He was trying to help us!"
"I don't know how we could ever repay him," she replied.
"Let me go, I'll help you get her back!"
"I asked you to help us find her," I pointed out. "You lied to us. What I really think we should do is-" I reversed the knife and pummeled his forehead. He sank to a sprawl. "They always think you're going to finish the speech," I said. "When you get to the punchline, that's when they tense up to fight."
"You noticed," Luna said with an evil smile. I returned it.
"You two should get a room," Ch'Ress purred.
"Gather some refuse," I said. "Cover him up with it." They grabbed their leashes and scattered across the alley. "Oops," I said, turning back to Luna. "I went and gave my slaves an order."
"This one's okay," she said. She kicked Tegetch's head. "He's going to be pretty embarrassed when he wakes up, huh?"
"Wakes up?" I asked. I watched her face as she thought about my answer. I suspected that her Fleet of Stars wasn't in the habit of killing defenseless men. I also knew that no one here was in the Fleet. Finally she shrugged and turned away.
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The next night, Detts put Deanna in charge. "You can take it as slow as you want, little flower."
"Thank you, master," she said with a bow.
He leaned back on his bed, stroking his cock before her face. "Just don't take too long, huh?"
She rose and stepped along his side. He raised one hand to take hers, steadying her while she straddled him. She flexed her knees to bring her pussy down to him.
She aimed her smile at him, but concentrated on a memory of Riker. She saw his smiling face as they made love. It relaxed her muscles while exciting her nerves. It was going to be the only way she could get through this.
Deanna imagined his fingers, his tongue, his touch. She could almost taste him, licking the sweet out of his beard after a long session in the hot tub. She ran her own fingers through his dark black hair, making it fall to obscure her ridged nose. Her dangling earpiece, sparkling in the light of the sun shining down on the busy Chaffan street.
She paused for a second. Detts grabbed her hips and started her moving again. She responded, but concentrated on her fantasy. Will had never been on Chaffa Tela Four, especially not disguised as a Bajoran, and never, ever as a Bajoran woman!
When Deanna realized that she was not imagining Ro Laren, but receiving an image from nearby, she became excited. She was being rescued, there was no other explanation.
Detts mistook her increased vigor completely wrong. "That's the girl!" he cheered. "Ride through the pain. Pain is just weakness leaking out onto the floor. And a little bit of tearing. Blood means you'll be stronger next time, right? Right?" He stopped talking and started to groan.
Deanna growled. He took that wrong, too. She had realized that her view of Laren was from far too high to be from any Starfleet officer she'd ever met. And she remembered Laren's shipwreck on… on… some planet with giants. The Counselor hadn't been needed on the surface so she'd never met Laren's protector. But she heard all about him.
They grew 'em big on… that planet. Big and, apparently, telepathic. Dan-something knew where she was. Giant Dan was coming to get her. She whooped in glee and dropped down on her master.
It was a traditional form of Betazed revenge. Leave them wanting more, leave them regretting what they couldn't have.
She was going over the wall, soon. And this bastard would never have the like of her ass, not ever again in his miserable life.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, gods! Little flower, you're so… So… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
"Damn straight, master," she growled. She and Dan-something were connected.
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As we circled the back of the estate, I started to limp. Strange pulsing sensations ran up my leg and into my… oh, fire. "Luna? I feel very, very weird," I said.
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By sundown the sensation had faded. I still felt an ache, but the impression of violation was gone. We'd moved to a dining hall across the roadway from our target. I didn't want to wait too long to move, that body was just waiting to be found in the alley.
But we couldn't have moved in while I was unable to walk. The girls put their heads together and figured out what it was. Evidently I was connected to Deanna some way, like an invisible puppet. That meant the string she was pulling was connected between our..
I kept flinching away from that thought without finishing it. Every time I did, I growled. The waiter thought I was angry about the service when I did that. Then he'd glance at the spear leaning against the table and bring out another plate of fish.
"How much is this going to cost me?" I asked after a while.
"What do you care?" Luna asked. It was a good point.
"Do you have a plan?" Mettany asked.
"Charge the door, beat anyone I find to death, call the Enterprise to beam me, you guys and everyone else who wants to come up to safety."
"Let's call that plan B," Luna said. "There's a lot of security guards in there." Branzelle nodded.
"Okay. I break in the back door. Beat anyone I find to death…"
"Plan C!"
"Fine by me, I don't know my letters." She glared at me. I looked over her head and out the door. "What's after C?"
I approached the cart and waved for the man's attention. "How much to buy one of your trees?" I asked.
He snarled and pointed his ear at the load. "They're not trees, it's lumber. And you can't have any."
"They used to be trees."
"That was outside the city. In the city, they're lumber. And you still can't have any." He lifted his whip. I tipped the entire contents of the magic money bag into my hand and held it towards him. "Which tree do you fancy?" he said with a smile.
I took my 'lumber' to the alley. It was a lot easier to lift than I'd expected. The yellow eyed guy, who the translator said was named 'knows a lot of stuff,' had told me something about the pulling-down here being less than I was used to.
I think that meant that my lift-up was stronger? Anyway, I got the tree where I wanted it. I had walked up and down the streets around the estate until I felt queasy and achy. Then I jammed it down against the cobblestones and leaned it on the wall. I shoved the money bag against the bottom as a brake.
"You guys wait here." I clambered up to the wall. It wasn't a fortress, so there were no guards on any parapet. Inside the wall I was on the roof of some stone huts. If it was Luna's tribe woman that I was feeling, she was right below me.
I stepped to the edge and looked down. Some women looked up at me curiously. Some more women crowded me from behind. "I said wait-"
"Where the Watch can find us and brand us for escaping? Lick that," one said. I shrugged. Then I jumped down to the ground. The girls jumped beside me. Luna stayed with me, the others scattered, whispering at the alien women.
The door was locked. I tried to pry at it with the point of my spear. The whole door shattered, wood splinters going every direction. Luna ducked inside.
Some guards were spilling out into the courtyard. Slave women ran behind me as I readied my spear. "Who are you?" one yelled.
"I am become Fire, the Eater of Worlds, and the miserable worms that crawl upon them. Step forward, shark meat, and see your death."
"What?" another asked.
"I dunno. My best friend says it's poetry. You guys want to die tonight?" I asked them. They looked at each other, readied their own spears and charged me.
They were a bit better organized than pirates, but they lacked that disregard for their life that would have given them the edge. It was like hunting sharks in a brook. I had two down almost before I knew it. The other managed to stay out of my grip, and even cut my leg while I was shaking his friend off the spear point.
Then two of my slaves shoved him from behind, hands to his mid-thighs. He stumbled onto my spear as nicely as if we'd practiced it.
Then we heard a bell ringing. I looked back at the cell. Luna had the woman from the tapestry. She looked very bad, but she had a wide, wide smile showing through her tears.
"Now would be a good time to go," I said.
"I called. Picard says Birrt showed up to spring his trap."
I was wondering what this had to do with me when she went on. "They can't beam us up. Not until the battle is finished.
Fire.
I picked up a stone bench, sized for the women, and tossed it at the approaching guards. It pounded two of them all the way through the wall. "That's weird," I said.
"It's the decreased pulling-down here!" Luna yelled.
"But I wasn't throwing it down, I was throwing across," I replied.
"Throw something else!" she shouted.
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