Free Chains of Desire by Natasha Moore Page B

needn’t fear him.”
    “All three of you? I don’t understand. Does he have a whole
group of sex slaves? Do you still belong to him?”
    “The king gets bored easily,” Starr replied. “But he uses
his slaves one at a time.”
    “He enjoys his personal slave’s body for a while, but then
wants someone new,” Treena added. She’d finished with Hanna’s face and began
smoothing oil on her neck and shoulders.
    “For now you are that someone new.” Fawn pushed firmly at
Hanna’s inner thighs.
    Hanna let Fawn part her thighs. She was suddenly too relaxed
to resist. “I feel so strange. What’s happening to me?”
    “The oil has relaxing properties as it is absorbed into your
skin,” Fawn told her. “It will help you through the preparations.”
    Starr rubbed her oil-covered hands together. “Mmm. It’s nice.”
    Hanna tried to care about the fact that she was essentially
being drugged, but she couldn’t summon the energy. She did, however, have more
questions. “Do all the king’s former slaves end up working here at the
station?”
    “No.” Fawn cupped her hand over Hanna’s sex. “The king wants
his slaves to be bare here. All Norian slaves are bare here. I will remove the
hair now.”
    “No!” She tried to bring her legs back together, but Fawn
held her thighs apart.
    “Don’t fight us now, slave,” Fawn said sharply. “You have no
say in the matter.”
    Hadn’t Jarrod warned her of that too?
    Resigned, Hanna let her legs fall open. There was nothing
else she could do. As Fawn trimmed her intimate hair close to her skin, Hanna
tried to relax again and enjoy the soft caresses as Treena and Starr smoothed
more oil over her body. Hanna felt a strange sensation as Fawn spread something
warm and wet between her legs. Then she pressed something down, covering her
entire woman’s area.
    “This is a combination of Marvel Cream and a chemical that
destroys the hair down to the root. The cloth holds the mixture in place to do
its work. When we are finished, you will never have to worry about hair here
again.”
    Hanna blinked back tears, grieving the permanent change to
her body. Somehow it symbolized the hopelessness of ever escaping her fate. But
there was nothing she could do about it. She must endure what could not be
changed.
    When Treena began to smooth the slippery oil into her
breasts, it took her mind off what Fawn was doing. Hanna was reminded of
Jarrod’s hands on her breasts last night. She closed her eyes and imagined it
was Jarrod’s hands caressing her body.
    If only it was Jarrod’s hands running along the firm flesh
of her breasts. Jarrod’s fingers rolling the nipples into tight little buds.
Tingles spread through her body. Longing burrowed deep into her heart.
    Soon Fawn removed the cloth from between her legs.
“Beautiful,” she said. Treena brought over a bowl of water and Fawn cleaned the
area, then spread some more Marvel Cream there. Her fingers worked the cream
through Hanna’s feminine folds and warm quivers ran along her skin.
    At the same time, Starr was rubbing oil over her legs and
feet, massaging the muscles as she did. “You have incredible hands,” Hanna told
her.
    Starr blushed. “Thank you.” Hanna moaned with bliss as Starr
rubbed the bottoms of her feet. Her hands were obviously practiced at giving
pleasure. Did she still give pleasure to Masters? She didn’t feel right asking
that, but Hanna thought of another question.
    “What happens to the other slaves the king tires of?” she
asked. “If they don’t come here, what happens to them?” What will happen to
me?
    “He usually gives his slaves away as gifts to visiting
dignitaries or powerful Norians,” Fawn said. “It is considered a great honor to
become a gift from the king.”
    “Sometimes he sends them to one of the brothels,” Treena
said softly.
    “But those are the slaves that don’t please him,” Starr
replied quickly.
    Hanna tensed. What if she didn’t please the king?
    “Don’t