Disgraced in Chains [The Enslaved Amazon, Book 2] [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Terri Pray
eBook Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
eBook Description: Serina, the proud, Amazon princess has been captured and taken to Rome to be trained as a slave and then sold to the highest bidder. Though she resists to the end, Serina finds the strict discipline and cruel punishments of slave training are slowly forcing her into obedience. At the same time, reluctantly, she finds herself falling under the spell of her master. Don't miss Terri Pray's unique blend of romance and restraints.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2009
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Princess Serina, heir to the Amazon throne, and beloved of her people, sat semi stripped, her wrists bound and her hands in her lap as she squirmed from the un-sated need that now rolled through her body. Dragor hadn't spoken to her in over an hour, he hadn't even looked her way as far as she'd been able to tell.
It was all too apparent from the way he'd treated her that he didn't care how she felt, or what she thought. She wasn't even allowed speak. The threat of the gag had made that all too clear to Serina. She wanted to growl, scream and protest the way he had treated her so far, but if she tried, she'd pay for it.
Oh, he'd pay for how he'd treated her, she'd make him scream, plead and beg for mercy before she was through dealing with him. His death would be legendary. She'd strip the skin from his back then rub salt into the open wounds.
Serina smiled at the thought.
Males deserved that type of treatment. Even more so when they'd had the nerve to take a woman against her will. He'd committed a crime a thousand times worse than merely taking a woman against her will. He'd stolen an Amazon.
Her jaw clenched at the thought.
Not just any Amazon. The heir to the throne.
Her mother would be hunting for her. The entire compliment of the Amazon forces would be searching for her. They'd take the universe in their hunt. There was no way they'd leave her in Dragor's hands. She clung to that belief, knowing it couldn't be much longer before Dragor would be forced to release her.
She sighed and leaned back into the chair, twisting her wrists a little, trying to ease the discomfort. It didn't work.
"Stop fidgeting slut, it won't do you any good," he snapped, but didn't look back over his shoulder at her. "If you can't sit still then I'll tie you so tight you have no choice but to keep still."
She scowled but kept silent at his words. He'd get his, once she was back with her people. He'd pay in a thousand ways and more. She'd record all of them, of course, and then use them to amuse herself in later days.
It didn't help her now though. She was bound, semi stripped and hungry for sex. He hadn't even helped her there. No, he'd used her mouth, then left her to suffer. He had no right to do that, yet he'd done it anyway.
She wanted to growl, lash out. Beat him to the floor. Yet she could do nothing but sit and wait.
It just wasn't fair.
Dragor turned to look at her, his dark gaze fixing quickly on her face.
"You don't like what's happened to you. I'm no fool. I can see that. Even if I couldn't see it, I'd know how it angers you to be a slave. To be treated as anything other than a princess. But, you're a slave. Accept that now and your life will be easier."
That didn't help her.
"We'll be landing in a few hours, then you'll be taught your place. You're no longer a princess. Not to me. Yes, your blood, by birth, is royal, but what you've become is a royal slave. You'll be trained, taught what is expected of a slave. Perhaps I'll keep you when your training is over. Perhaps not. Only time will tell there, slut."
She blanched at the insult. She wasn't and never had been a slut. A slut was a man, a male who served women. How could she be a slut?
"Ah, yes, I'd forgotten your Amazon ways when it comes to words such as slut, bitch and whore. They all apply to women. Only the Amazons and a rare few others, call men sluts." He pushed up from his chair and rolled out his shoulders. "If I thought I could trust you, I'd have you work out the tension from my shoulders."
She lifted her chin and met his gaze, if she could persuade him she could be trusted, then perhaps she'd be able to gain the upper hand in the situation. She whimpered, meeting his gaze, and doing her best to try and sound, as well as look, submissive.
Work. It has to work. It's the only chance I've got right now.
He frowned, watching her closely.
Sirena made the soft whimpering sound again as she watched him through semi lowered lashes.
He shook his head. "I'm no fool, girl. Don't dare think that." He growled and looked away from her, the tension all too clear in his body. "I'm not letting you near me, slut. Not unless I'm in complete and utter control. Is that understood?"
Serina frowned then nodded. It hadn't worked. Shit, why hadn't it worked? She was stronger than this, and should have been able to fool a mere male. They were dumb creatures at best. Everyone knew that. Yet she'd failed.
It gnawed at her gut as she sat there, watching him.
"You're a slave, owned, and there's no way around that. No way at all," he growled softly, shaking his head even as he turned his attention back to the ship's controls. "The more you fight me, or try to pull one over on me, the worse it will be for you, little whore."
Heat burned in twin spots in her face. She wasn't a whore, or slut, no matter how often he called her that. She was a strong, intelligent woman, heir to the throne. She'd been taught to fight, to lead women, not to kneel at the feet of men.
Not even at the feet of one man.
Her jaw clenched and she tried to shut out what was going on, where she was, or what would happen to her. She'd find a way around this, and escape what he had in mind. She wouldn't be a slave. Not even at the cost of her own life. She was stronger than this, smarter, and the small amount of pain he had put her through, wouldn't be enough to prevent her from fighting free of him.
Serina blinked, jolted awake as the ship's engines changed. The vibrations were different somehow. Where they going to land?
"Dragor Fuln requesting permission to land," Dragor spoke into the communications link.
"Please hold," a male voice replied over the open link.
If I call out for help, maybe someone will--no, it won't happen. He'd change his choice of landing, and that would make life harder.
If she continued to play the role of submissive, obedient and quiet, then she'd have a better chance of fighting her way free when the time came. That was something she'd accepted. Something she would continue to accept at least for now.
"Landing authorized. Please do not leave your vessel until you've been through quarantine procedures." The voice finally spoke again.
"Understood, and thank you." He closed the link and brought the ship in for landing. "Stay in your seat, slave. I won't have you endangering us both with any foolishness."
As if she'd have done anything foolish during such a dangerous time in the journey. She wanted to growl, snarl and protest, but it would have been a waste of time, and worse still it might have endangered them. No, she'd keep her peace, for now, and behave. It would work better that way.
She sighed and tried to keep her emotions under control.
Less than an hour later they'd landed.
Dragor turned and looked at her. "Head up, slut. Now."
She blanched and lifted her head, meeting his gaze head on.
"You're a slave. That's legal here and no matter what you say, if you're foolish enough to try and say something, it won't help. This is a world where most females are slaves. You're little more than a beast, a piece of meat to be used, trained and if I wish, sold off. Is that understood?"
Serina nodded, what else could she do? If she wanted to look for a place, a time she could break free, she had to keep silent for now. Still, it irked her to keep silent and even pretend to obey the man. Males were nothing...
"Kneel." He snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot in front of the chair.
Serina bit back a growl and eased to her knees, her thighs pressed tightly together. Just a little longer. That's all, she had to obey a little longer.
"The customs inspector will be here shortly. Keep your head bowed, gaze on the floor, and remain silent unless I say otherwise, or I ask you a direct question. Understood slave?"
"Yes, Master," she replied, her voice soft and trembling. At least she was able to respond to him verbally now, he hadn't told her to give non verbal responses, and in fact said she could respond if asked a direct question.
"Good, thighs apart," he snapped.
She edged her thighs apart as he looked down at her, and pulled a knife from his belt. Without another word he leaned down and cut the remains of her clothing from her body.
She whimpered at what he was doing to her. Nude, in front of not just one man, but soon to be more. How could he do this to her?
Her nipples hardened beneath his gaze. Heat rippled between her thighs flaring back into life as she struggled not to move. She needed his touch. Needed something he wasn't ready to offer her. Why couldn't he see that?
He could see it, he just didn't care.
A sound caught her attention, but she didn't lift her gaze. She kept in position hoping it would be over soon enough. How long could the customs inspector be on the ship anyway? Long enough to look over the ship, check papers, then be gone. She could handle that, treat it as a training program, or a test, something to strengthen her.
Serina closed her eyes and tried to think of something else. A place where she'd be happy, where she had been happy. Home. Yes, of course, she could think about her home.
The castle, her rooms, she'd been at peace there. Safe from harm. The colors, the soft sounds coming from the courtyard, the smells of the food, animals, even the fabrics. Goddess, how she missed them. Missed them all, though she'd never thought she would.
Booted footsteps. The customs officer, obviously. He'd be gone soon enough. She had to believe that. It was the only hope she had.
"Dragor, damn, it's been a long time--how have you been?"
"Well enough, busy as normal, but that's how things tend to be. You've been promoted."
"Yes, last month. The extra money is useful." The man moved a little further into the ship. "Nice ship. Not yours, is it?"
"It is now."
Sirena shifted a little on her knees, keeping her head bowed as she listened to what was going on. Perhaps she would be able to hear something that would make a real difference to her situation. Her hands clenched, and she forced her fingers to uncurl as she tried to assume an appearance of a calm, obedient slave.
It didn't work.
"New property?" The Customs officer inquired. "The woman I mean."
"Yes, and the reason I landed here, it will be safe enough to train her here without her people coming for her. The last I heard Amazon vessels weren't permitted to land here."
"Amazon?" the man growled. "You brought an Amazon here?"
"But--if word gets out you'll have men pounding on your door, trying to buy her."
"She's not for sale, not yet at least. I've got a lot of work I need to do with her before she's ready to be sold. She's in serious need of training."
Anger flared into life once more as she knelt in silence, listening to the conversation. Trained indeed, beasts were trained, not people. Yet, I've had males trained, haven't I? When they've been displeasing...
Serina struggled to keep silent and tried to remember when she had treated males so badly. She hadn't been that cruel. No, she'd given them mercy. She'd been gentle with them. She'd been...
Lying to myself won't help.
No, nothing would help her right now. Nothing but waiting for a chance to break free then taking it the minute that chance appeared. It was the only thing that made sense.
"She seems to be well trained right now. She hasn't moved. Hasn't spoken. Unusual for Amazons."
"She's shown some potential. However, she has a long way to go yet. A very long way to go."
"I'd like to take a look at her, do you mind?"
"No, go ahead."
Her skin crawled long before the customs inspector moved in front of her. What did the man want of her? What would he expect? She wanted to be sick, to find a way she could escape whatever he had in mind, but she couldn't. There was no escape from him. From them. Not yet at least.
"Look up, slave. Now." He barked the order at her.
She paled and lifted her face, her gaze searching across his face. Cold. Without mercy. Yes, she'd seen faces like that before. Men who obviously didn't care one way or the other what she thought, felt or needed in life.
"Hm, proud one isn't she?"
"Yes, but that will be knocked from her soon enough." He laughed and walked over to the kneeling woman. "She's going to face a few corrections, but she's obeying for now. That's something, at least."
"Yes, it is, and it's something to build on." The other man nodded and cupped Serina's chin, peering into her eyes. "May I test her a little?"
"I'd rather you didn't, I have work to do with her yet and pushing right now might disrupt what work I've managed to do with her all ready."
"Ah, yes, of course. I understand."
Relief washed through her being. She wasn't to be pushed by this man. Not this time at least. If she was careful then her master would continue to protect her from other men and that was something she had to cling to. Her throat tightened as she tried to keep her fears under control. Her stomach knotted time and again. She struggled with the urge not to throw up, and still it didn't help her get things under control.
"I have to get her to my holdings so--if you're finished?"
"For now." The man released her chin. "I'll leave you to it then, and good luck."
"Thanks, but I shouldn't need it."
It was all too clear. If she leaned on him, trusted and obeyed him, then he'd protect her. If she didn't, then she'd pay for it.
That, more than anything else, terrified her beyond belief.