Free Enslaved by Colette Gale Page A

Was there any way to help them?
    But if she could not help herself, how could she help them?
    She drew in a deep breath. Perhaps the best option was to look at the situation from the Amazonian perspective and be honest. What other choice did she have?
    But perhaps she could delay the process…
    “One would want to select a breeding partner for his physical appearance and strength, as well as for his intelligence and mind. Both are important elements in continuing your race. I don’t suppose you…er…interview any of them?”
    Zenovia’s eyes lit with admiration and delight. “Interesting.”
    “And perhaps you’d want to interview them not only to discover whether they have intelligence, but also to find out whether his parents and family were weak and sickly, or strong and lived long.”
    “Quite excellent thoughts, my darling slave. You are a treasure.” Zenovia’s regard turned warmer, and she stroked Jane’s head. “And I am pleased to inform you that such interviews, as you call them, have already been carried out and these men have been culled from many candidates. All that remains is to determine whether they can perform their duties.” Her eyes darkened and her lips curled in what could only be called a mischievous smile. “And in that regard, I do believe you might be of further assistance, my pet.”
    Zenovia stood abruptly, sending Jane tumbling to the ground, bare breasts bouncing and legs splayed crudely. The gold chains and metal cup over her labia jingled and shifted alarmingly, digging into the soft hollows of flesh at the insides of her thighs. But before she recovered from the ignominious fall, she was yanked up by the leash and led off the dais.
    The male captives stood silently, their manacled wrists covering the juncture of their thighs. Most of them had downcast eyes, though there were a few bold ones who peeked up at the female ruler and her slave.
    “Jane, you will demonstrate the virility of each of our candidates. You may begin with him.” Zenovia placed her in front of the first man, unhooked the leash from Jane’s collar, then turned and climbed back up onto the dais. When she realized Jane hadn’t moved, she made an impatient gesture. “Use those lush lips of yours, and that talented tongue, to bring him to orgasm. Now.”
    Jane heard a sort of roaring in her ears that dulled everything around her as she positioned herself in front of the first candidate. He obligingly moved his manacled wrists from where they’d settled over his genitals, though he wore an expression of shock and suspicion.
    But his cock was already becoming interested, presented as it was by the naked Jane, who, most likely, smelled of her own arousal, and that of Zenovia’s as well. She swallowed hard and, cupping the man’s ballocks, took his half-flaccid cock in her mouth.
    He gave a soft grunt as her lips settled around his member, which began to thicken and lengthen readily. Jane closed her eyes, trying to block out the sensation of the rod surging suggestively in her mouth. But it was a familiar experience, an arousing one, and she found it nearly impossible to keep from reacting to his enthusiastic response: the groans and shivers and the turgid cock filling her mouth.
    Nevertheless, she focused on her movements: up and down, nearer and farther away, using her hands to keep his rock-hard member in her mouth. She sucked hard on the knob of his rod, pumping faster and faster, praying this would end quickly and easily, all the while trying to ignore the stabs of lust shooting from her belly down to her protected quim.
    Mercifully, it was a very short time before he arched and grunted and shot his seed into the back of her throat. Jane swallowed the salty wad and backed away quickly, settling on her haunches as she tried to cool down her own body’s demands. She happened to glance up at the man, and he had a loopy, sated smile on his face that made her even more frustrated.
    “What are you waiting