Free Sex Slaves 1: Sex Traders by Lorie O'Clare Page B

the mechanical movement of his fingers reminding her that she dealt with a machine here, as well as a person. She licked her dry lips, taking a step backwards.
    He had her trapped, his presence filling the end of the short hallway. There was no way she could get past him. He obviously realized this, since he took his time removing his gloves.
    “I don’t intend to do any further damage.” His voice vibrated. Possibly his manmade vocal chords had been damaged in battle. “In fact, word is that a slut like you will enjoy what I have.”
    She shuddered, backing away from him. “I’m not a slut.”
    “Oh. That’s right.” His laughter chilled her blood, the gruesome vibrating sound turning her stomach. “You just breed and sell sluts.” He shrugged. “Whatever. I’m still going to fuck you.”

Chapter Two
     
    Trev rolled over on the ground, wondering if the bumps he felt were on his head, or from the dirt he lay on.
    “Fucking Bortan.” What a despicable race, feeling their superiority by enhancing their body parts with machinery.
    He rubbed his head, taking his time sitting up, regaining his wits about him. At least he now knew that the Bortan’s fire-gun must need recharging. The Bortan hadn’t fired at him, simply pounded his head with his fist. Like that wasn’t enough. He groaned, forcing himself to stand. Some hero he was.
    Although he hadn’t visited Torl since he was a boy, he remembered the layout of the Torl Estate. Hell. He remembered everything about his last visit. And this visit seemed to be getting off to about as good of a start. There was one difference though. The last time he’d been here a cute teenage girl had tormented him. Now the sexiest woman he’d ever lay eyes on had taken her place. Marla sure had grown up. He’d wanted to fuck her when he was a boy. Now he knew he wouldn’t leave Torl until he had felt the smooth heat of her pussy wrapped around his cock.
    He didn’t run far before noticing a small structure at the bottom of a hill, protected by surrounding trees. The Bortan must not have noticed it, or they probably would have burned it, too.
    Images of Marla, still a teenager, appeared in his thoughts. The last time he’d seen her, she had assured him she would rather die than have him touch her. He wondered if she still felt the same way. The terrified look she’d given him just now seemed proof enough she didn’t view him as an ally.
    That night, so long ago, he had crept onto Torl land, intending to spy on her. News of the parties held here, the successful business deals conducted, the amazing sex shows and orgies that took place, were incentive enough to sneak onto the land.
    Like everyone else, Trev heard how Torl treated his sex slaves. They were reported to live in the lap of luxury, spoiled and nurtured, trained in the fine art of pleasure, then sold at incredibly high bids. The rumors had been accurate.
    Trev remembered watching two young slave girls strip before their master, and then praise him by sucking his cock. The party attendees watched the act, until Torl gestured that his other slaves should mingle among the guests, offering their bodies to his guests for them to enjoy as they saw fit. Trev had almost ruined his pants watching the orgy that followed from his hiding place. He probably would have, if he hadn’t been caught.
    The guards had held him here, in this house. It had been an examination area at the time, used to assure the slaves met health codes. Trev still remembered waiting for what seemed like hours before Torl showed up, his daughter in tow. Marla was more beautiful up close than she had been at a distance, and he remembered stumbling over every word while answering Torl’s questions.
    The old man could have had him flogged for violating several treaties, crossing onto enemy land, gathering knowledge his father could have used against Torl. Their families competed for sex slave trade control, both houses growing wealthier every year, and