J McKenna - Slave Planet

“It is odd. I heard Dolnark has given her to Keltar to train for a jamkalut in two suns time.”

“It is true. She and one of Keltar’s fighters will match before the big Klasdor-Ripatus fight to warm up the crowd. I hear she is good fighter.”

He snorted. “I will have to see.”

“This woman is from same tribe,” Niktus said, pointing at the bent-over Ally. “They are not easily tamed. I do not think they would make good hotel slaves.”

“I paid good money for her, I use her as I see fit.”

“Of course.” Niktus stepped close and allowed his hand to rest on Ally’s naked ass. She flinched, as if trying to get away. He stroked her as he continued to speak to Pitus. “But as you yourself have seen, these are exotic creatures, not at all like the hairy slaves we are used to.”

He rubbed his hands over her, letting his fingers stray into her cleft, drawing juices from her against her will. A groan slipped from her lips into her gag. “Yes, they are highly sexual women—I can tell you from my own experience with my slave here.” Beth blushed. “But they have many more qualities that you have not been able to determine.”

His fingers worked into her slit, finding her clit and rubbing it gently. Ally couldn’t help but be aroused. She told herself it was because she hadn’t had sex in several months, but she knew being exposed here like this was incredibly erotic, despite—or maybe because of—her acute embarrassment.

Pitus moved closer as well in order to observe the heated woman writhe against her bonds. Beth was embarrassed, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the scene. She was grateful that Ally couldn’t see her from her bent-over position.

Niktus’s fingers were soon coated in Ally’s juices. Pitus sniffed at the pungent odor and made some comment Beth didn’t catch. Both men laughed. Niktus pulled away and tasted his fingertips. Pitus dipped a finger in as well for a taste. Beth could see both men were becoming aroused—their loincloths stretched against their erections. Niktus returned his hand to Ally’s cleft and continued to rub her.

Ally, a prisoner of her own body’s arousal, wanted Niktus to stop—and she wanted him to continue. She was embarrassed, she was turned on. Her clit thrummed with need. His fingers felt so good, so good. Yes, that’s it, please, please…

Suddenly, she spasmed and groaned softly, as if she was trying to hide her climax, though it was obvious to all.

“You can see how responsive she is and you tie her up like a common slave. Of course, I cannot blame you for not knowing. How could you? You cannot even talk to her.”

Niktus segwayed cleanly into his sales pitch, taking the Ute from Beth and turning up the volume so the man could hear. Pitus jerked back when it spoke in a strange language, but when Beth spoke a few words and it translated for her, he began to see the possibilities.

He removed Ally’s gag. The commander hung limply, lost in her euphoria. Then she seemed to come to her senses as her embarrassment and anger returned. Pitus held the machine close to her mouth and told her to speak. “Untie me you damned asshole!” the commander spit out. “I don’t care if you are a giant, I’ll rip your balls off!”

“See? You would never get such vile curses and demands from a Baktu woman after bringing her such pleasure. These slaves are different. I tell you, Pitus, this woman may make you a fortune if you stop trying to treat her as an ordinary slave.”

Pitus was intrigued, although he didn’t quite follow what Niktus was saying. “She could stand some manners. Being the guest greeter works wonders with most slaves—what else could she do for me?”

“My slave tells me she is good with numbers. Perhaps she could help you increase your profits.”

“A slave who can add and subtract? Impossible!”

“Do not take my word for it. See for yourself—if you can talk to her.”

Niktus quickly sold the Ute to the manager, then left him, studying the box and Ally’s backside. Beth wanted to see her released, afraid that the big man would rape Ally after they left. That possibility didn’t concern Niktus. But he assured her that Pitus would release her soon enough.

“You cannot order a Baktu man to do anything,” he said. “You can only suggest that it is unprofitable and hope that he agrees with you.”

The more Beth learned about this race, the more intrigued she became.

Jorja was escorted into a large courtyard. At one end, an adobe structure filled about a third of the space.

“These are the barracks. Because we’ve never had a woman before, you will stay in my quarters,” Keltar was saying.

When Jorja whipped around to eyeball him, he held up his hands. “Relax,” he said quickly. “You belong to another man. I could face sanctions if I made sex with you. I might even lose my training business.”

She relaxed then. Keltar introduced her to some of the fighters, who were practicing in the yard. Some of the men were huge. They just stared at her, not able to fathom a woman wanting to be a fighter. One young man laughed, then caught himself when he saw the trainer was serious. Keltar explained that Jorja was the woman who had beaten Gulnark. She could see a glimmer of understanding come into their eyes.

Keltar gave an order to one of the men and he jogged off.

“I thought we would start by letting you observe our fighting style in jamkalut, ” he said. “Then you can tell me if you feel you can defeat anyone.”

Jorja watched two men square off. The Baktu fought with a combination of boxing and wrestling, she noted. They punched or grappled with their hands and only occasionally did they try to use their feet to trip their opponents. She began to see flaws in their technique. Not many, but flaws nevertheless. She might be able to exploit them, if she could stay on her feet against a bigger, more powerful opponent.

The man came back with some leather gear. Keltar handed Jorja some padded leather gloves. Not boxing gloves. More like karate gloves, which had padding only along the knuckles. She felt very comfortable with them. A leather helmet, padded near her temples, protected her head.

“Um, Keltar. Do you have anything I can wear to protect my breasts and groin?”

“Ahh. Of course.” He barked out another order and the man ran off again. He returned with some wrappings of animal skins. For the first time since she had been captured, Jorja was able to cover herself. Immediately, she felt better.

“Can I borrow those extra gloves? I’d like to put them on my feet.”

He looked puzzled. “Feet? Why you need protection on feet?”

“I’ll show you.” She put them on over her instep, and tied the straps as best she could. Jorja stretched out for a few minutes with some leg splits and jogging in place. When she was ready, she asked Keltar to hold up his hand, head-high. He cocked his head and complied, his hand out, palm flat. The other fighters turned to look at the strange behavior.

Jorja stood before him, right leg forward, motionless. Then with a sudden movement, she kicked up high and slapped the palm of his hand with the padded edge of her foot. It sounded like a gunshot in the quiet courtyard.

Keltar’s mouth fell open. He shook the sting out of his hand. “ Jumulat! ”

“I can’t kick any higher,” she said. “If I’m pitted against a big man, I’ll probably lose.”

He waved his hand. “I have not decided who you will fight. Gulnark left it to me. Depends on the betting. If you are the underdog, we will pair you against a lessor opponent and my agents will bet on you. If the gossip about your fight with Gulnark has made you invincible, I’ll put you up against a good fighter and let you lose.”