It didn’t take much, only a few of the threads, but since this was the only planet where the threads had been found in abundance, the world had been under the protection of the Council. Added to this valuable ore, the planet had produced a set of Twinned Dissnue. The Twinned Dissnue had shown up over the millennia on different planets, but they were so rare you could still count them in small numbers.
Separately, they were brilliant, used as scientists, military Commanders, strategists, inventors, and politicians. Together, in their pairs, they scared the heart from all the governments that had to deal with them, because no one could guess how powerful they could be or what they could do.
Everyone knew when Bleak, part of a Twinned Dissnue was home. He was down the ramp and into the damp cavern seeing his brother as they approached each other, but they didn’t touch. They just stood, both unsmiling, both staring at an exact replica of themselves.
”Hey, fellas, where do I put the pod? It’s still active.”
At last, the two brothers seemed to be alive again, as both looked at Dee. “ Okay, grouch, let’s put it in the rest area between Leant’s and my bedrooms. Treat it carefully.” He looked over at Leant. “It just might be our catalyst.”
Leant talked to him in his mind. The pod is frosted, so I can’t see what or who is in it. Should I start the awake process?
He laughed back at his twin. What, still the curious little boy?
Okay, ok, you have me, who is it? Leant was standing by the Pod.
Bleak sank lower in the warm bubbling water of the bath he had decided to take. Start the process. I will be out in a minute. He then got out of the bath and went to a drawer to pull out loose pants that tied at his waist.
Leant put his hands on the hood so the he could bend forward to look at her.
Bleak put a hand on one of Leant’s shoulders. They couldn’t sneak up on each other, since when they were within a reasonable distance of each other, they knew exactly where the other one was. It was like knowing where your left foot was, even when you weren’t using it. Her name is Lorelei and she is our slave--look at her bracelet.
Leant moved sideways and looked. It is beautiful, she is beautiful. We don’t have slaves.
Well, we do now, but watch it, she is waking up. She is a real hellion. There is no telling what she will do. By the way, she is not broken as a slave. She does not accept the position, so the whole thing is complicated. Oh, and one more thing, fucking her is like going into the sun and coming out the other side. My being with her is what drew me back home and to you. There is something that seems to want to join the twin deeper.
“Say it. Say it, now.”
She opened her eyes and looked at the old countertop. The newly replaced bathroom sink looked out of place. Its sparkle was toned down by its surroundings. How ironic she automatically compared herself to the object. She too wanted to shine, but her lifestyle was smothering it. Not for long though, the change she was getting ready to make should be…no will be better than anything she had going on for her right now. The man’s gruff voice brought her back to reality.
She knew what he wanted her to say. She’d been with Harry enough times to know the routine. She spoke his favorite words and waited impatiently.
“Yes,” he moaned.
Jayce felt the pressure ease off her back. She straightened up and turned and looked at him. He was about as round as he was tall. Hair in places that shouldn’t be and not even a strand in places where there should be. She held out her hand. She was impatience tonight. Not like all the other times. The one good thing about Harry he was a good listener. He would sit for hours and listen to her talk about her dreams, if she so desired.
“What’s your hurry? Usually you hang around and we eat some dinner and talk.”
“I told you the last bus leaves at nine tonight,” Jayce said as she reached down for her crumpled jeans. She glanced over at the tattered suitcase that waited by the door. She was finally leaving. After twenty-four years nothing was stopping her. No drunken mother, no finer citizens of Martin County feeling sorry for her cause she was raised or not raised, as most would say, by a lazy drunk. She was so ready to move to a town where she could hold her head up proud and know that whatever happened in her life was because of her and no one else.
“I have a present for you.”
“That’s what you said earlier and look where that got me.” Jayce pointed to her naked body. Their little get together started a couple of years back. Harry was lonely and she needed to survive. He had even proposed marriage to her late one night saying he could provide her a good life. She quickly declined. Oh, sure she could have married him and became the little wife. Instead of dealing with a drunken mother, she’d be dealing with a man at least thirty years beyond her age. Hell no! The voice inside her head screamed. She had enough of people just getting what they could from her. It was time she took charge of what she wanted and she didn’t give a damn how long it took, just knowing she tried will be what counts in the end.
Harry laughed and his whole body jiggled. “I really do have something special for you this time.”
Jayce slipped into her jeans and watched as he reached for his dress pants. He pulled a padded envelope out of the back pocket and handed it to her. “What’s this?” Jayce asked as she took it from his hand. Usually money would be placed on the nightstand or somewhere else rather than handing it directly to her.
Nate was stretched out in the middle of their California king bed, arms folded behind his head. His long, sinewy length sported white silk pajama bottoms and a smile. Languorous was the word to describe his pose. He decorated the bed in that boneless way of his, reminding her of a happy cat.
Tina approached his side of the bed. She shucked her black lace wrapper to reveal a strapless demi-bra and tap pants all in the same hue. Sheer black lace-topped thigh-high stockings clung to her legs. On her feet were black satin high-heeled mules with marabou poufs across the instep.
“Nice!” Nate sat up and gave her a thorough once over. “Around, please.”
"All for you. You know how I hate heels.” Tina tossed her discarded robe at him.
"And you know how I love them on you.” Her robe settled over him. He pulled the garment across his face, inhaled deeply and then got up. He walked to the window and opened it halfway.
"Nate, you gotta be kiddin’. The hawk is out.” Tina shivered at the frigid current flooding the room.
"It is, but it’s going to be like Florida in July in here very soon.” He grinned like an idiot as he returned to her, rubbing his hands together.
"Are you sure you remember what to do? It’s been almost two months.” Tina laughed and ran her fingers through the sandy hair covering his chest.
"It’s like riding a bike.” Nate placed one of her hands on the ties holding up his pants. "Pull.”
She did and the bottoms fell to the rug. Nate stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. He was at a healthy half-mast and listing to the left.
"So, I’m a piece of recreational equipment?”
"You could say that.” He eyed her undies. “May I return the favor?”
"By all means.”
Nate bent down next to her. “Hold on to me.”
Tina touched his back to balance as Nate tugged down her tap pants with hands and teeth, making silly, growling sounds.
"What are you doing, crazy man?” Tina tugged at his head and laughed.
"It’s not polite to talk with a full mouth,” Nate managed past the elastic in his. He lifted her feet, one at a time, to shed the pants and threw them on top of his discarded bottoms. Nate rubbed his face and hands up and down her legs, loving the sound and feel of the nylon under his fingertips. He squeezed and cupped her bare bottom.
“He would not comply, sir,” the nearest servant said with a quiver in his voice.
“Do you not know the meaning of hell!” I shouted, walked up to Josh and pulled him to his feet. “You are my slave, I am master, do as you are told.” I locked eyes with him. Whenever I was angry, my irises turned a bright red and I knew the moment they did by the shocked look on his face.
Josh frowned, sputtered some excuse. “I don’t want to walk around naked!”
“Do you wish to go down to the very pits of hell to see what your future could hold?” I let go of his chin. “There’s Baby the two-headed horny dragon, the demon’s lament where the screaming is so loud it would make your very ears bleed, or I could just throw you into the Pit of Ice. You are trapped, unable to move as every hour the ice moves over your body, suffocating you and after you pass out...it starts all over again.”
Josh took a shaky breath.
“Now take off your clothes,” I ordered, and it would be the last time he defied me.
Josh shoved his thumbs into the boxers and pushed them down his legs then stepped from them.
Ah, there he was. I looked down, loving the view more than words could explain. Josh was well equipped. He had a long, thin cock that jutted from his body. He was hard, curly black hair at the base of his shaft and a scar on his thigh. A deep scar. I reached out, running my fingers over the bumpy skin. “What happened here?”
Josh looked away.
I should punish his insolence. The others would think I’d become lax, but I didn’t want to hurt this one. He was different. I shivered, my horns felt warm, heated almost. I pulled away from Josh. “Come with me.” I walked away, satisfied when I heard the slapping of his bare feet on the floor. The young man needed a meal, several actually. I could practically see his ribs and that was not sexy at all. I made my way into the grand room with long, billowing curtains letting the heat in. There was a tabletop low to the floor and two pillows beside each other. That’s all that was in the room, oh, and lots of windows. The glassless arch openings covered nearly all the walls here. I removed my cape, catching Josh’s eye. He watched me from low lids as my chest puffed out. I left my pants on, no need to scare the boy. Yet. I landed on an overstuffed cushion in red and patted the one next to me.