Omar, Kanan and Calla returned to Kanan’s chamber after coming back from the planet. “Ciptu.” He told her as he tossed the chains across the room to a waiting chair.

Calla automatically went and sat on her knees facing the wall while Kanan and Omar talked over glasses of strong brandy.

“Nice to see you’re taking my advice.” Omar remarked. “You even cleaned her up a bit, she certainly smells better. How can you stand keeping her like that? I wouldn’t want her near me.”

“That’s not true, I watched you with her through the mirror.” Kanan sneered. “I’ll do what I like with her until it’s time to turn over.” Kanan told him. “Did you get it?”

“Of course I did.” Omar sighed. “You really have to think ahead Kanan, our buyers are not going to be quite as interested in her as they could be if she’s not all they’re expecting when we arrive.” He reached inside his vest and pulled out a wad of rolled up paper. “Here.”

Kanan took them from him and unrolled them, he laughed well. “She here?”

“Yes.” Omar said. “Safely tucked away, I assure you.”

“Good.” Kanan crossed the room to where Calla was sitting facing the wall. “Cha’Dech, I’ve something for you to gaze upon while you sit here and wait for me.” At eye level he tacked one black and white photograph to the wall in front of her. In it Daniel was standing on the front porch of their new house with a cup of coffee in his hand, he was staring off into space as he got ready for a new day. Kanan looked down at the silent woman and watched the tears well up in her eyes. “You miss him?” He asked in a mocking voice. Kanan stood in front of her and tacked up another picture. “How about now?” He stepped away from it so she could see it. This picture was different. Daniel was standing on the porch and someone was with him. The tears in her eyes spilled down over her cheeks like a rushing river. “Hasho.” (I told you) Kanan whispered as he knelt beside her. “Hum? See? I told you he would forget you.” Calla couldn’t take her eyes from the photograph, Daniel was kissing Rowan MacNeal. Her arms were wrapped around him and she was pulling him close. “You pinned all of your hopes upon him for so long, you waited for him to come and rescue you. But now she sleeps in your bed.” Kanan taunted. “Your children call her mother now.” He stood again and tacked one more image onto the wall in front of her at eye level. More kissing between Daniel and Rowan. “You’ve nothing to go back to, so even if you could run…” he shook his dark, Kanan’s braids fell over his shoulder as he whispered tenderly, “Hasho, hasho, you’ve no where to go.”

“Hei,” she reached out to touch the photograph of Daniel alone on the porch but Kanan slapped her hand away from it. “Dan-yo taya gin.” (Yes, Daniel no longer loves me).

“He never did.” Kanan countered and rose. “Tonight, thanks to all of your effort and hard work, you will be mine once more.”

“Hei, always your Cha’Dech, Naganti Kanan.” Calla agreed and looked away from the pictures. “I’ve never been anything more.”

“That’s right,” he soothed and looked back over his shoulder at Steffen. “You going to stay and watch?”

“Am I invited?”

“You are, but only to watch.” Kanan turned his eyes back to her. “Tonight she’s all mine, aren’t you, Cha’Dech?” He ran a large black hand through her auburn hair.

“Every night Naganti Kanan.” Was it possible that Daniel had forgotten her so swiftly? The photographs did not lie, he was right there kissing that bitch on their front porch, the sunrise coming up behind them. Rowan was just climbing out of his—their-- bed and was on her way to start a new work day. Everything she’d felt for him, felt about him, everything they’d had together was all just a lie. It was just a cheap fantasy for his amusement? Perhaps it was guilt which led him to it. Perhaps, underneath it all, the foundation was nothing more than pity on his part. Moreover, that Daniel never really wanted her and it was an only an unwanted obligation which kept him with her and the children. Anyway she looked at it, it all came down to the same thing; Daniel never loved her. The how and why of it really didn’t matter. “I am grateful you care for me.”

“Ah, yes,” Naganti Kanan agreed and brought her to her feet. “I am the only one who has ever looked out for you.” Kanan brushed his hand across her cheek. “The only one who’s cared for you.” Glancing over at the photos he added; “The only man who’s never lied to you, never betrayed you.”

“Hei.”

“It’s time for you to show me your gratitude.” Kanan laid her down on the bed, from the corner of his eye he watched Omar sit down in the chair across the room. “Tell me you want me.”

Naganti Kanan had been kind to her today—well, as close as he ever got to it anyway. He had allowed her to shower and dress he’d even taken her off this ship for a while. It was good to feel the sunlight on her face once more. Most of all he’d removed the chains today and not just during her shower. As soon as they were back aboard the ship he took them off and she had wandered around without their hold for somewhere near an hour or more. “Naganti Kanan, I want you.” Calla muttered as she looked up at him wishing that it was Daniels’ face she saw over her but knowing she would never see that again. Fate had come full circle and she was here with Kanan once more and here she would stay. Daniel had no idea she was still alive and so Father didn’t either. Neither of them would ever come looking for her. From the looks of things Daniel was moving on with his life. All she had to rely upon out here in the cold vastness of space was Kanan’s Good Graces.

“Say it again, beg me.” Kanan’s index finger traced a long line from her throat down her body to the hairless place between her legs. “It’s been a long time for you, not as long as it has for me.” He sat next to her. “I watched you, did you know that?” Kanan whispered. “Through the mirror, I watched Daniel fuck you.” His ebony eyes cast themselves upward to remind her they were not alone in the room. “Steffen too.” Kanan’s white shirt hit the floor. “Tell me you want me like that.” Kanan’s whisper grew increasingly darker. In the mirror’s reflection Kanan watched her cum for Daniel, she had the most exquisite look upon her face. The way she gazed up at him, well, she’d never looked at Kanan that way. He’d had her in every conceivably dark manner over twenty-five years but not once like this. Kanan was beginning to think there was some appeal in having her come willingly. Besides, it was a long trip and he had plenty of time to ravage her at will.

Calla’s little heart fluttered wildly in her chest, she didn’t want him. She didn’t want anything to do with him but she was in no condition to fight or argue with him. If she could worm her way back into those Good Graces maybe she could find a way out of here and back to Daniel. Then again maybe not, she thought as her eyes crossed the room to look at the 8x10s hanging on the wall. Soundlessly they came back to the man beside her. “I want you inside me, Master Kanan.” Calla rose up to greet him. “I want you to take me, My Lord.” She whispered heavily against his neck. “Fuck me the way you used to. Naganti Kanan, Take.” Calla’s lips brushed across his quickly and she settled back to the bed.

“I believe I will.” Kanan’s leather pants hit the floor. His cock was standing at full attention and ready to get down and dirty. His thick ebony hands ran down her marred alabaster body. “I remember the night Ares brought you to me,” he said in a low voice as his hand continued to caress her. “Daughter to Aphrodite, a whore fit for a King.” In his mind that was a compliment of the highest order. “You were so small, not much bigger than you are today.” Kanan looked down at her smiled but she was looking away from him, staring off to a place so far away he couldn’t see it. “Look at me, Cha’Dech, you’ve done such a good job.” Indeed she had, his body was strong again. No longer did he feel old and decrepit. No longer did his bones pop and crack nor was it had to breathe or walk or run. Even his voice returned to him in full. “Now all of your hard work and effort should be rewarded.” Kanan threw a sturdy thigh over her and straddled Calla’s head. “You remember what I like, don’t you?” Kanan encouraged as he parted her lips with the tip of his cock.

“Hei.” Calla held her wrists up to him.

“Co,” Kanan knocked them back to the bed. “I want you to touch me the way you touched Daniel.”

Fear, disgust, revulsion, and a few more goodies began to crawl around inside her. Touch him the way she’d touched Daniel? She didn’t think so she wasn’t that good of an actress.

“Want me like that.” Kanan told her. It was a risk he knew that. However Kanan was also remembering a few other things and perhaps even realizing that he’d learned a few things in their time apart. There was a time when she slept in his bed rather than on the floor beside it. A time when what he did with her came close to love making. A time when he paraded her around like the Queen she was born to be. But then their Bond broke and Psyche’s curse took hold and everything changed. Kanan gave in to the Darkness that called to him, the one in her eyes that just begged him to plunder her, to throw her down and pump the every-loving the shit out of her. To strike her. To humiliate her. To keep her down. And he did. He did anything and everything he could possibly to do to keep her down and keep her at his side. Until Daniel came along and took her away.

The curse was broken now and he could afford to be good to her. Tonight. Maybe a few other nights as well. One thing Kanan came to understand in their time apart was that the slightest kindness went a very long way with a woman like her. A little kindness, a little compassion, those were the best ways to assure she would stay with him. Not the chains. They took too much out of her and left her wandering around like some lobotomized idiot.

In order to assure her compliance he had to break her of Daniel, make her forget about him or at least present her with evidence of his infidelity. With him out of the way physically and emotionally there was nothing standing between Kanan and every little wicked thing he wanted to do to her before selling her off.

No mater how much she forced herself Calla knew she could never want him that way not after all he’d done to her over the last two and half decades. Calla’s tongue lapped around the tip of his burgeoning cock. Yet here he was and in an instant Naganti Kanan was capable of turning on her. She would feel the cold metal of the chains slap around her. “I could have loved you.” She managed to say. “If things had been different.” With the collar off it was easier to think and to plan but she must be careful not to trip.

“You could love any man, Cha’Dech, no matter what he did to you. It’s your nature, you can’t help it.” Her lips parted and Kanan slid deeply down her throat. His taunt muscular body shook as her tongue wound around him and he let out a wanton moan. So much time had passed since last he did this with any woman and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was blowing his first load in years. The new skin on his throbbing cock stretch and pulled while the nerves sent the most delightful pain/pleasure sensations to his brain. Cha’Dech’s hands were free and she used one of them to pump the shaft and the other to cup and massage his heavy black balls.

Across the room Omar’s cock begged to freedom from the silk slacks and he abided, taking it in into his hand and watching Kanan slid the big black tool of his down her white throat. The Cha’Dech was loving it her body moved and arced under him so she could take him down further and please him better.

A slender extended from massaging his ball sack and rubbed around the hole behind. Kanan thought he would explode when it entered him but he grabbed the back of her head pulling her up further, his cock already buried to the hilt in her mouth and still wanting her to take him down more. The finger inside him rocked with the rhythm of her mouth as her tongue danced round and round, Kanan didn’t even try to hold back when he felt the fire churning in his belly. Too long he waited for this from any woman but to have it be her made it all the sweeter. Riding her like a skilled cowboy Kanan dumped a hot load of cum in her mouth and down that slender throat. Over he watched while he sucked it down and then lapped the remainder from her lips. Although he did not want it to the hardness between his legs began to fall asleep. “Make it rise.” Kanan demanded.

“Say’tahya.” Calla whispered against it and watched it rise once more.

“Are you ready for me?” He asked with breathless anticipation.

“Always, My Lord.” Again she held her wrists up to him and again he knocked them away and back to the mattress. Calla found herself wishing he would bind her then she would have no guilt to bear later. Why she should feel guilty about betraying Daniel when he already betrayed her many times over with the woman in the photograph? Why should she care how he would feel if she allowed Kanan to take her and if she did not fight him? If this was to be her life once more then she had to find a way to live it again. From now on she would consider her time with Daniel to be nothing more than an illusion. Naganti Kanan was right, she had no husband and she had no children. She must forget them put them away never to look at them again.

Naganti Kanan’s large frame was easing away from her head now and making its’ way over her trembling body and Calla tried to prepare herself for his entry. It would not be kind and pain free. The new scars inside of her would see to that. She did take a bit of comfort in knowing that he would not be pain free for him either, the new skin of his healed cocked would make him feel like a virgin again also. The tender flesh around the head would rip away and he would be sore and chaffed tomorrow, as she always was since she came to wear the chastity belt.

On his knees between her legs, Kanan pushed her knees upwards to allow him more space. The scars at her back stretch and yelled for relief. The tip of his pulsating manhood pushed against her entrance. His dark hands roamed over her perfect pink nipples. “Accept me.” Kanan demanded as he tried to push his way inside. Not only was she tight and dry but she was wounded inside and out and as such, Calla’s body was unable to give to his demand. His cock was slick with her saliva but still it was not enough lubrication to force his way inside. “Accept me!” Kanan brought her legs up at her sides so that the soles of her sore feet were planted against the mattress and Calla’s body made a strange half-arc when he shoved her thighs further apart. Long soft black braids fell across her body as he put his back into his work. Looking down at her as he’d done so many nights past her eyes were blank and she was staring off into space once more, to that place only she could see and where he would never go. “I am your Lord,” he whispered as he came closer to her, “you will look at me when I do this to you.” Although still blank and distant her eyes turned toward him.

Pulling back just long enough for her to catch a breath and for him to get momentum up, Kanan pushed into her again. This time the tip of his well hardened and ready cock burst through the fresh scars holding him back. As he began sinking into her he felt the ripping apart and giving him fresh blood with which to lubricate himself. Beneath him she cringed and tried to pull away but she wasn’t going anywhere tonight.

Omar came and settled his old frame by the bed. Kanan kept a hard eye on him while his lips descended to her throat. Steffen had his aged cock in his hand and his was masturbating himself as he stared down at them, he reached out to touch her hand and Kanan slapped him away. “Don’t touch her.”

“Ka’nok Re!” She said through the pain. Another man was something she didn’t need on this night. “Naganti Kanan, sey Omar Co! Ka’Nok Re!” (Don’t touch me! Master Kanan please don’t let him. Don’t touch me!) Against the agony she brought her shaking body up and quivered against his chest in an attempt to hide.

“Hush,” he said in a pleasant voice, “he doesn’t he get you tonight.”

“I just want her mouth,” Omar said in a panting voice. “That’s all; just let her wrap those lips around me.” He dared bring his tool up to her face. “I want to watch you put it to her, just let me….” Omar didn’t finish his sentence.

Still inside of her Kanan landed a hard back hand across Omar’s cheek and Omar crashed to the floor. “Get out!”

“Kanan!” Steffen began to plead. “Come on, you’ve kept her all to yourself for three months it’s time you shared your toys.”

“Get out!” Kanan pulled out of her leaving Calla curled up on the bed. Naked as a jay bird, hung like a horse and angry as a bear he pointed to the door. “If you don’t get the hell out of here right now I’m going to kill you.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Don’t push me. Get out.”

Omar hoisted up his aging throbbing cock and headed toward the door.

“Dame.” Calla said in a small voice as she waited for her Master to return to her.

“You want to thank me?” Kanan asked and lay down on the bed.

“Hei.”

“Ride me.”

There was no hesitation forth coming and he knew there wouldn’t be. No, he scored big points with her by tossing Omar out. He had protected her, shown a concern for her, another kindness. Kanan had never heard the term ‘Stockholm Syndrome’ but he knew how to manipulate it.

Calla tossed a soft leg over him. Holding him erect with one hand and parting her sore inner lips with the other, Calla slid down to the depth he had been in earlier, before Omar had so rudely interrupted them. From her little trip today she learned there were seven crew men plus Kanan and Omar on this ship. Although nine was a far cry from twenty-five, no matter how you looked at it, it was better to be the King’s Whore than the Crew’s Wench. She’d learned something else from their little excursion today, the ship was not Mohun, it was Gesh’Tah. Somewhere along the line Kanan wrangled this ship away from a crew of those slithering lizards. Perhaps it crashed on Tiberia and Kanan was able to repair it. Either way, it wasn’t part of the planet they’d left behind and when she wandered around without the chains the haze began to lift and she began to plan.

Sitting straight up she gazed down into his dark face and eyes and trying not to remember a time when she looked down to see blue eyes staring back at her, Calla ground her hips down on him opening the wounds inside her even further. More blood trickled down and through the pain it made his entrance easier to take. His hands reached up and cupped her small perky breasts; he rolled each nipple around between his thumb and forefinger until they were hard.

“Kay’tok.” Kanan insisted in a whisper.

“Kiss?” She asked. The Shankuk did not kiss, it simply wasn’t one of their customs and they found it an odd thing to do. Naganti Kanan never asked for her lips to press against his.

“Hei.” Kanan pulled her upper body down to him with one hand while the other eased its way down to her curve of her waist. His lips pursed outward in anticipation and his eyes closed. Calla couldn’t help herself, she pulled back and away from him. Fucking him was one thing kissing him was quite another. Naganti Kanan’s eyes flew open and he took in the disgusted look in her eyes. “Nassana.” He warned. “Ginan Naganti, Cha’Dech. Kay’tok maen, byan.” (Careful. I am your Master, don’t argue with me, whore. Kiss me now.)

She’d rather just impale herself on him and be done with it. Rather have Omar come back into the room and bring a few of the guards with him. Instead she pulled it together and lowered her head to kiss him. Her lips brushed against his and she tried to stop there but the hand at her hip reached up and caught the back of her head. The one covering her breast clamped down rudely and Calla drew in a gasp of air. Quaking lips stayed pressed to his, Kanan’s tongue pushed them apart. Calla wanted to scream. Her empty stomach heaved and wanted to vomit. Every inch of her wanted to kick. Fight. Do anything but this with him. The hand crushing her nipple and the one at her head moved to both hips and held her still while he thrust his way further into her from below. Flinching at the intrusion she dared not try and pull away from him. Splitting her in two with one final meaningful thrust, Kanan pushed through the last of her scars and pierced the soft wet flesh beyond. His cock was sore it ached and throbbed even as he pumped her and tomorrow it would be raw and he would pay the price but tonight he didn’t care.

Tired of being in the submissive position, Kanan rolled her over onto her back. Calla’s own juice began to mingle with the blood trickling from her, it covered the sheets below them and it was hot and sticky on his thighs. The scent of her rose like thunder on the wind and called to the Darkness in him. He planted her feet back on the mattress where they had been before Omar interrupted him and pushed her thighs wide apart. “Ha’nok re, Cha’Dech.”

Not knowing what to do with them Calla kept her hands on the pillows by her head but now he was telling her to touch him and the pain was floating away. Kanan always did have a huge and satisfying cock however he was not one for letting fulfillment come her way. He was far away from her on his knees between her legs Calla reached out and down to touch his slightly haired and muscular chest. The heart beat beneath was strong and rapid, his ebony skin was covered with a light film of sweat. Beads dropped from his brow while he fucked her they fell onto her the folds of aching cunt.

Drawing a breath he took a step back from his savagery and began to tease her wet pussy with the tip of it. Slowly he put it in and out of her with each thrust giving her just the slightest bit more. It had been a long time but he still remembered how to do this. The tight wet muscles surrounding him began to constrict as he found the sweet spot he was looking for. If he rubbed her right here he could milk her for hours, she couldn’t stop cumming, and it would wash over him like a summer rain storm. Well, if he let it. The fingers roaming his chest gnarled and drew pieces of flesh into her nails. Calla’s body arced toward him. “Hei ey co?” (Yes or no?) She asked. Kanan didn’t answer her and though she didn’t want it she was cumming. “Hei ey co?” (Yes or no?)

“Co.” Naganti Kanan whispered and his hand wrapped around her throat. He loved to tease her and he applied pressure in short measures until she her hands dropped away from him and grabbed the blankets at her sides while she tried to fight off the orgasm he was giving her. Fighting to hold it back she tried to suck in a deep breath and the muscle around him clamped down in a death grip. Kanan’s eyes rolled back in his head and a primal bellow came from deep inside of him. With all he had Kanan pushed and forced every inch of his raw throbbing cock into her raw throbbing cunt, dumping a never-ending load into her as he went.

End of Chapter Five
Daughter of the Gods: Captured
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