Present Day

Space. That was a good name for it. Out here there was nothing but the frigid vast emptiness of open space. Stars and planets passed by at great speeds, nothing more than firecrackers in the night sky. Although the golden chains at her neck and wrists kept her from speaking they didn’t keep her from feeling. They didn’t keep her from being aware of everything little thing that was going on around her. No, they only prevented her from responding to those events. How long had she been here? She didn’t know. Out here it time was an elusive concept with no day and no night to guide her.

However long it had been, it wasn’t long enough to heal the wounds on her feet which were wrapped in filthy bandages. Kanan had not allowed her to change them and they were stained with dirt and blood. The wounds at her back might be better since she had no urge to gaze into a mirror other than the fact that they still twinged and the dry skin stretched rudely if she moved too quickly she didn’t really know how they were doing. And the others, those hidden from the eye, well, at least they’d finally stopped bleeding.

Yes Time.

So much Time.

All around her Time was working its magick. Through her it was healing Kanan’s tortured body. As it passed by Time was making her forget. Laying cold and shivering in her corner of Kanan’s chamber at night it was so very hard to remember the warmth of Daniel’s arms. Every night it became harder to recall the softness of his voice, the curve of his face. On the really horrendous nights she couldn’t remember his name.

One thing she had not yet forgotten was those beautiful blue eyes. For as long as she could, for as long as Time would let her, Calla would not let go of that image. Just to taunt her and keep her under his thumb, over and over Naganti Kanan told her she had no husband and no children. Even if she had those things at one time by now her children had a new mother, a better mother, and her husband a new wife. She had been replaced and was no longer wanted in their lives. Her mind was getting to a point where it was easier to believe him than to look back on the happiness she’d once enjoyed.

It was always cold in Naganti Kanan’s chamber he liked the cold he always said it kept him invigorated. The chill sank through her bare skin to her aching bones. Some cloth would good but he never once allowed her to dress, in fact as far as she was aware—which wasn’t much anymore—there wasn’t anything for her to wear at all. As a result always did she sit here on her knees, naked but for the chains and staring blankly at the empty wall, when he was not with her. At night always did she sleep here on the cold floor. Calla was no longer allowed to sleep by the Master’s Bed; he didn’t trust her, even like this; bound and gagged with no hope of escape. Kanan wanted her where he could see her when he woke during the night and so she slept across the room from him where he had no problem keeping an eye on her.

Behind her the door slid open. She wanted to turn around and see who it was. Wanted to get up off of this cold hard floor but could not. “It is time for my treatment.” Naganti Kanan said from behind her. “Rise.”

Rising from her place in the corner on sore split feet, she was still wondering just how long she’d been here. More than that how much longer it would take for her to mend his body and restore him to the man he once was. What would become of her when she was no longer useful to him?

“Come.” Stripping off his clothes Kanan lay down on the bed and waited for her.

Caught in a nightmare with no end she took short slow strides toward where he waited for her. However, she had been lucky—if one could call it luck—on one count after her first night. Kanan’s cock still did not rise to the occasion and he didn’t want anyone touching her until he was ready to take her himself. So far she’d been spared that particular humiliation but was well aware that one false step could cause him to change his mind. Not that she had much freewill in that department to begin with. With the Chains of Hephaestus about her, Calla had no choice but to do whatever Naganti Kanan commanded of her. Even if she wanted to dare it and go against him the chains would not let her.

Now, blank green eyes stared back at him as her nearly naked body slipped onto the mattress besides him. Naganti Kanan wrapped one arm around her to hold her firm while he placed the other hand on the huge sapphire in the middle of the wide gold collar around her neck. “Release.” Naganti Kanan demanded and the back of the collar split into two. One by one he took her wrists into one hand laid the other hand on the sapphires there commanding them to open and they did. The chains which once bound her Father fell away from her. Upon her body the only other item which might pass as some wicked sort of clothing was the chastity belt at her waist. Naganti Kanan took the key from around his neck and opened that as well. Wrapping a thick black hand around the tarnished metal at her waist Kanan ripped it from her and cast the belt to the floor.

Although she lacked the ability to express it, Calla was relieved to have the belt taken from her. Not only was it almost as heavy as the collar about her neck but it had sharp spikes guarding the urination and evacuation holes cut into it. Not that there was much need for either hole, Naganti Kanan did not find feeding her and keeping hydrated to be necessary. For Calla the belt made finding a comfortable position, especially when she was forced to sit on her knees facing the wall day after day, near impossible. The jagged little spikes always cut into the sensitive flesh.

“Heal me.” He insisted as he lay back on the bed with his hands under his head.

The bonds of the chains shed for the moment Calla fought to come back to herself and couldn’t make it. At his side her naked and newly marred body rose. Calla threw one leg over his torso, rubbed her alabaster hands together to build up the energy he sought and laid them on his scarred black skin at his throat. Once again it seemed to her that this scar like the others had faded. When he spoke his voice was clearer and he no longer whispered the way he once had to. She held her small hands over the deep scar until his neck glowed blue and she felt the energy working its way into him. More scars upon his broad chest, her hands laid over them until they also glowed blue and the energy seeped through. Eros punctured both lungs and four years later it was still difficult for Naganti Kanan to draw breath but that was healing as well.

While he grew stronger she grew weaker. Calla didn’t know which was doing more damage to her the chains or healing him. It took so much more energy than she first thought just to mend the smallest scars upon his ebony frame. Before the chains took over completely she’d begged him to take them off of her and swore that she would never leave him so long as Daniel and her children were safe from harm, she would stay with him willingly. Naganti Kanan’s answer to that was a swift back hand across her pretty face followed by a boot to her side as she hit the ground from the force of his hand.

Kanan’s broad chest began to expand and relax as he drew breath and the energy soaked into him. She thought the deeper scars were fading but she couldn’t really tell any more. His dark eyes closed while the blue light peacefully invaded him and relaxed him, making him sleepy.

Calla didn’t know what Eros had done to Naganti Kanan’s legs but to her it looked as though he’d had a grand time with those long strong limbs and baseball bat. His knees were twisted and his shins almost completely shattered. Now those legs were straightening and when he walked his limp was not as pronounced as it had been. Under her they jumped and flexed involuntarily while she massaged them drawing more energy out of hers and into him.

No longer bound to him still she could heal him as she could any living thing but with no bond she didn’t have to bare his scars by taking them onto herself. The drawback to no longer bound to him, of course, was that he could not heal her and could not replenish the energy she was giving up to him. The wounds he laid on her were still open for all to see. Little by little her body like her mind was wasting away. One day there would be nothing left of either.

That would be a very joyful day. At least as far as she was concerned anyway.

All of his limbs having been touched and massaged the energy coursed through him and his eyes came to life. No longer did they look old and dying but sparkled with evil intent and delight. “You’re not finished.”

“Hei.” Calla agreed grudgingly. “Gin tek Naganti Kanan.” (Yes, I know Master Kanan.) Although he’d used it for nothing more than hurting her no man should have to bare such a scar. Calla’s hands gently closed around the tender flesh of his wounded cock. She lowered her head and wrapped her lips around it. Though it still did not work properly it was whole again and no longer split in two. Master Kanan was very pleased at the fact that he could now urinate once again without any fuss or pain. He was very much looking forward to the day he was complete once more and could put it to its intended use. It wouldn’t be long now, a few more sessions like this one and the problems of his manhood would be solved. Callas’ only hope for herself was before that happened, before he could pin her down and rape her the way he used to was that she would forget Daniel completely or better yet that she could find a way to make Kanan kill her. After all, he had threatened her life many times over the years they were together and had come very close to doing just that on several occasions. Perhaps if she could find a way to get back to herself, if she could find a way to provoke him, Naganti Kanan would do her that last small favor. She’d rather be dead than in his bed.

Kanan drew in a huge breath as the tingle began and the part of him which hadn’t woken in so long began to rise for the first time in four years. “More!” Kanan demanded excitedly as his hands gripped the sides of her head pushing her mouth further down on forcing her to take the entire shaft. “More! GIVE ME MORE!” The pain of his freshly rising cock was great and hurt so goddamn good. Kanan feared he would never be able to do this again but now it was within mere inches of his grasp. It wouldn’t be long now and he couldn’t wait to put it to her.

End of Chapter One
Daughter of the Gods: Captured
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