“Kanan, for gods’ sake! How much longer do you intend to keep me locked up in this room?” Rowan bitched. “I’m going stir crazy.”

“You roam the ship freely.” He reminded her. “Just so long as you don’t cross her path, I don’t care where you go. The ship is small I can’t help that.”

“Yes, well I think it’s about time she knows I’m here.” Rowan huffed and sat down on the bed. She batted her big dark eyes at the big dark man. “Really this could be much more entertaining for both of us.” Rowan invited and patted the mattress beside her. “Besides, you did promise me I could have a little fun with her before we reached Yohimbe and we’re almost there.”

“I’ll give you something to help you pass the time.” He smiled and pushed her down on the bed.

Rowan let him lay her down but stopped him soon after. “Promise me.” She said with stern eyes. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”

“And you will not be disappointed.” Kanan told her and slid his hand up her dress. “Neither will I.”

Passing by in the corridor outside, Steffen Omar hear Kanan’s voice coming from Rowan’s quarters and stopped to press his ear to the door. It seemed like they were just about to become heavily engaged good for them. Good for him too. Yes, now that Kanan’s dick was working again it seemed he couldn’t stop using it. With a light step he made his way to Kanan’s chamber where the little Cha’Dech was all alone.

Not for long.

Kanan was very gracious at sharing the Rowan woman and she was a decent fuck but Omar much preferred Callestah over Rowan and Kanan still wasn’t sharing on that one. But trained and conditioned as well as she was Omar was certain the little whore believed him when he came to her and said Kanan gave him permission. Doubly certain she hadn’t mentioned any of their encounters to her Master.

“Um, no, not again.” Calla shook her head swiftly from side to side and tried to hold her hands out in front of her but the chains were too short. “Omar go away, leave me alone.”

Dangling the gold key in front of her eyes Omar told her to get down on her knees but she didn’t want to comply. Kanan must be leaving those chains off her most often than he thought, she seemed to have a bit of freewill. Omar reached out with an aged hand, yanked harshly on the gold chains and Calla crashed to her knees before him. “Do it!”

Calla’s mouth clamped shut and she tried with all her might to pull away from him. A flowing sea of auburn floated around her as she shook her head from side to side. This was the seventh time he’d come to her when Kanan was away. Omar’s touch had always made her skin crawl the way those silvery-gray eyes stared at her without any pupils, without any soul behind them.

“Got a little spirit today.” Omar said through clenched teeth. “I’ll have to talk to him about that. I’m sure Kanan will not be pleased with you.” He threatened and pulled her closer to his crotch. “Do it!” Still she continued to resist. Omar brought an open palm down on the side of her head with a loud crack. Calla fell backwards and he dragged her to the bed by the gold chains. Old but still able, Omar reached down and lifted her from the ground. He tossed her feathery body onto the mattress. “I bet you don’t tell him ‘no’, do you?”

“Please just go away.” She begged quietly.

“Co.” Omar pulled up her black velvet dress and unlocked the heavy metal belt around her waist. Calla kicked at him but it only made him angrier, he shoved her leg down to the bed and knelt upon the inner portion of her knees. Kanan, good old Kanan, he kept two strands of rope tied to the bedposts at the head of the bed. Omar reached up and pulled them out from behind the headboard to reveal the ends already made into slip-knots. Carefully he looped them around her already bound wrists securing her below him. Slowly he took down the gray silk pants around his waist and freed his aged cock from its prison. Her thighs spread wide under him Omar saw the tender flesh surrounding the entrance he was seeking. The skin there was tattered and torn. It looked like someone had been fucking her with a jackhammer. Her inner thighs were covered with bruises and knife marks. “Look at you whore,” he whispered, “how can you buck against my entrance? Everyone on this ship has had you.” Omar reached down into his pocket while he took his slacks the rest of the way off. “I almost forgot,” he said lightly, “I brought my favorite tool.”

“Co!” She cried out in a sorrowful moan. “Please don’t.” No matter how much begged or beseeched it would do her no good. The silver ball was dancing in Omar’s hand now he was bringing it to her, pushing it inside her. Calla let out a small rush of air as it went in. The ball was about the size of your average ping-pong ball it was made of a heavy silver metal and it was always cold when he put it in her. Two fingers rudely shoved it all the way into her, Calla’s back arched below him and she looked away trying to detach from what was coming.

“You be good now,” Omar warned and followed the silver ball inside her. “Come on you little bitch, fuck me.” He demanded from above her. Without passion and desire her hips rose to greet him. “Come on more, don’t be afraid.” Omar encouraged with those unholy eyes leering down at her.

She could either let it happen or force him to use the little remote control device which went with the little silver ball currently banging up against her cervix. Calla tried to relax but she knew that when she did the ball would activate and while Omar loved the electrical shock and vibration it produced, Calla was not so enamored with it. “Don’t…..”

Omar’s thumb pushed down on his favorite little button. The force of the electric shock sent Calla’s body arcing off the bed as it ran through her making her nipples hard and rattling her teeth. Bound hands fought against its bite pulling down on the knots and cinching her in place while the gold around her neck and wrists echoed it endlessly. His old cock grew harder and he thrust it faster. He eased up on the button and soon she was falling back to the sheets. “Fuck me.” Omar demanded again. She had been dry before but she was wet now, the jolt had seen to that and he slid in and out of her with zealous maneuvers. Her juice activated the device sending small electrical shocks through her and over him in heated waves. “I want to put it in your ass.” He whispered.

Calla’s eyes flew open and she bucked under him just as he wanted. Omar zapped her again. “Yeah, that’s what I want to do, shove it in your ass.” The more he talked the more she became afraid the more she became afraid the harder she struggled to get away from him. The more she struggled the more voltage the little ball put out until her little body was twisting and contorting below him on the mattress like some circus freak. “Then, after it gets up there good and tight, I’m gonna ram my cock up there after it.”

“N-n-no,” Calla pled in a hushed voice while Omar ravaged her and the ball savagely sent it out shock waves. His cock was growing harder and longer, the ball wasn’t just pushing up against her cervix any longer it was trying to bust right through it as it zapped her. The wounds inside her would never heal so long as he kept doing this to her.

Omar was too old to be able to make good on his threat. He couldn’t hold out any longer and with two final jolts from the ball he came inside her.

When he finished with her, Omar unbound her hands and dropped the ropes behind the headboard. He slipped the metal belt back on her and pulled her dress down. After that he just left, no words no glance back, nothing but the swooshing sound of the door as it slid open and then shut.

Not long after, sated and satisfied, Kanan strolled into his chamber to find his prized Cha’Dech sitting on her knees in the corner facing the wall and the pictures of Daniel and Rowan. Her dress was slightly askew and her hair was messy. Since she’d learned how to use the brush again she’d been very conscious of combing her hair once more. “Come to me.” Kanan settled himself in one of the winged chairs. Calla looked over her shoulder at him briefly and then lowered her head as she rose. Crossing the room slowly without a sound she settled on the floor at his feet as he always wanted her to do and rested her heavy tired head against his knee. “What troubles you?”

“Nothing, My Lord.” Was her faint reply. “What may I do for you?”

Naganti Kanan reached down a large dark hand and turned her face to look at him. “Don’t lie to me,” he warned, “I know you better than that. What are you plotting?” His dark hand pushed the hair away from her face to reveal a bruise about the size and shape of a hand. It had been a few days, a week even perhaps, since he struck her and the bruises she bore were all old and fading this one was not.

“Nothing, My Lord.” Now her tone was no longer faint but quivered with surprise. “I would not plot against you.” She began to shake. Is that why Kanan sent Omar, because he thought she was plotting against him? “I only want to please you.” Reaching up with tentative fingers she looped her hand into his. “You know this, don’t you My Lord?”

“Callestah, I want you to tell me what is going on right now.” Kanan demanded. “Who’s been at you?”

Callestah? Had he called her by her NAME? That certainly couldn’t be right. “I have tried to be good and to serve you well…..” her voice trailed off for a moment while she searched for the right words.

“Hei,” he agreed with suspicion.

With just her eyes she looked up at her Master from her place on the floor at his feet. “Why do you send Omar to me?”

Kanan stood up and in the process knocked her to ground without meaning to. “Omar! Omar was here?”

“Hei,” Understanding that this was news to her Master, Calla rose to stand next to him. From the look on Kanan’s face it was clear that Omar did not have permission to come to her, he had lied. “He had your key.” She pointed to the gold hanging around his ebony neck. “Omar said you sent him to me.”

“And you took him?”

“He had your key!” She cried.

“We’ll see about that.” Kanan huffed and grabbed by the upper arm. He dragged her out of the room down the small corridor and to Omar’s quarters.

Omar was surprised to see Kanan standing there like a Brahma Bull ready to explode. “Did you do it?” He was demanding to know.

“Kanan, I can explain…” Omar stuttered. “She tempted me; she’s plotting against you and wanted to use me.” Omar pointed sheepishly to himself. “I would never go along with such a wicked plot but, she is very tempting…”

“I did not!” Calla cried and looked up at Kanan with frightened eyes. “All I have done My Lord, all I have endured, it is all for you. I would never take another man, not one you did not send to me!” She dropped to her knees at his feet.

“Little bitch,” Omar muttered.

“She tells me you have a key.”

“I do not,” Omar protested in what tried to sound like an honest voice. “She does.”

“No!” Calla cried out. “I have no key! It’s in his pocket!”

Above her Kanan let out a loud growl. “Empty your pockets, Omar.”

“Kanan, really. Are you going to take the word of that little slut over mine?”

“Yes! Now empty your pockets!”

The older man did as requested, he turned his pockets inside out to show he had nothing. Nothing but the key he palmed while turning his pockets out. “See? Nothing.”

“My Lord!” Calla cried out. “My Master! Please believe me; I would never betray you so!” She buried her head at Kanan’s feet. “Please he lied to me, I don’t want him, and I never did.” Knowing the punishment waiting for her if Kanan should believe Omar, Calla began to weep.

“Open your hand,” Kanan commanded through tight lips.

“Oh, really, Kanan please…” Omar tried to toss off Kanan’s request. “The little bitch has got you wound up, that’s all.”

“Maen! Byan!” Kanan fumed back. “Open them!”

No choice left to him but to fess up, Omar turned his hands upward and opened them. In the right palm was a gold key on a gold chain.

“Hasho, Naganti Kanan, ginan cohenza fratril gin!” (I told you, Master Kanan, I would never betray you.)

“Go back to my chamber, Cha’Dech.” Kanan kicked her away from his feet. “Maen!”

Calla scrambled away without looking back.

“You rotten bastard,” Kanan spat as he walked forward. “You just couldn’t wait, could you? You just had to have her.”

“Now, Kanan, I can explain….”

“Explain to God.” Naganti Kanan drew a blade from his belt. “Maybe He’ll even believe you.”

“Kanan! She’s a goddamn whore!” Omar yelled as he held his hands out in front of him, the key fell away from his grasp. “Please, I swear to you she begged me for it!”

“I don’t believe you.” With a forceful shove Kanan planted the knife in Omar’s aging heart. “You put your wrinkled old cock inside of her,” he said as he watched the life drain out of the older man’s body. “That pathetic tool of yours. I hope you got it good, Omar, obviously it’s your last.”

Disbelief was plain on the older man’s face. “Kanan, surely, you can’t believe her.” He muttered though the agony. “We have a deal….Hecate….”

“Had a deal.” Naganti Kanan corrected the dying man. “I think I might keep her.” Omar sank to his knees with the blade in his chest. Kanan brought a big boot up to Omar’s shoulder and kicked the older man back against the wall while he held onto the hilt of the blade. Omar slumped against the floor with his head resting on the wall blood oozing and spurting from his ceasing heart.

“The woman…..” Omar muttered almost incoherently and reached to clasp his wrinkled hands to his wrinkled chest.

“I might keep her too.” Kanan whispered. “Die well old man. You should have known better than to cross me.” Kanan turned on his heels and walked out of the chamber.

Naveen, Kanan’s youngest crew member, was walking down the corridor when Kanan exited Omar’s chamber. “Clean that up.” Kanan ordered and pointed inside. “Get it out of my sight and off my ship.”

“Hei, Naganti Kanan.” Naveen replied as he looked inside to see Kanan’s partner dead on the floor. As his Master commanded, Naveen hoisted Omar’s dead body from the floor of the room and carried it down to the airlock. Naveen closed the inner door, opened the outer one and off Omar floated into the dark emptiness of space. Going back to the door to clean up the blood on the floor Naveen noticed a gold key on a gold chain lying where Omar’s body had been. He picked it up and put it in his pocket.

Ropes of course black hair flew behind him as Kanan sprinted down the corridor to his own chamber where Calla, full of fear but trying to be brave, waited for him. The fresh kill left his adrenaline pumping sending the rich red blood coursing through his waves in heated streams.

“Naganti Kanan,” she whispered seeing the look on his face and the blood on his hands, “ najate gin.” (don’t hurt me.)

The look in his eye and the purpose in his stride struck fear in her heart. “Naganti Kanan, gin waytak.” (Master Kanan, I will be good.) “Gin byan.” (I won’t argue.)

“You’d better not. And you’d better not be lying to me! Omar’s dead. I killed him for you.” Kanan grabbed the back of her head and brought her mouth forward. “Pleasure me.” He ordered. “Maen!” Calla remained on her knees while he stood, her lips wrapped around him and she began sucking him off. Omar was dead. That rat bastard didn’t deserve to live as long as he’d had! No big loss there. Kanan pushed deeper into her mouth. What to do with her now? He could keep her or collect the reward and not split it with anyone. Rid himself of the Cha’Dech and the visitor with no one any the wiser, hell he’d even emerged from it with change in his pocket. Sounded like a plan to him.

Except Calla’s tongue was dancing around and working it’s magick on him now. Giving that up wouldn’t be much fun, not at any price. What to do? A soft but chilly hand cupped his balls while the other embraced his shaft and began to pump.

Looking up at Kanan whose eyes were closed she saw the blood on his hands and on his shirt. Omar was dead. Kanan believed her and why shouldn’t he? She was telling the truth. One down, eight more to go. Omar was the most important one after Kanan and Calla hadn’t had to do anything to bring about his end, no his greed and his lust had done that for him. All she had to do was sit back and let it happen. As she let Kanan’s cock slide down her throat without gagging on it. Maybe now she had a better chance to get out of here. Calla put more gusto in to pleasing the man over her. Course pubic hair rubbed against her nose and Calla caught the scent of something darkly familiar.

A woman.

Other than her, was aboard this ship. Kanan had her hidden somewhere. Other than the musky female scent she knew that particular aroma from the one she had once called her husband.

Rowan was here and Kanan, like Daniel on so many occasions, was fresh from her bed.

Lions and Tigers and Bears…Oh My! Do the surprises never stop? Is Daniel here as well? Is that how Kanan got the photographs?

The troubles of Kanan’s day were fading away from him now, his knees were bending deeply and he seemed to be losing his sense of—well—‘togetherness’ as he sank down trying to fight giving in completely to the pleasure he’d demanded of her. Calla’s mouth left his hard shaft but only for an instant while she turned herself around on the floor below him. This way she could pump his shaft and lap her tongue around the entrance to his ass. Kanan liked that. All men did she supposed but Calla hated it and she’d never once done it for Daniel. If he’d asked her to that would have been different, of course she would have done it, but he never did. Her tongue ranged that sensitive area between his asshole, down over his balls and up the shaft of his hard ebony cock to the tip and then back again until Kanan thought he was going to lose his mind. Higher and higher she brought him while she held back the ultimate release, dancing it in front of his eyes and then dragging it slowly away, making him want more.

Calla finally stopped playing with it and sank her index finger in his greased ass as her mouth gobbled down his entire shaft. Her tonsils banging against the back of her throat and breathing and swallowing normally as best she could to extend the gag reflex, her lips clamped down around him. Her tongue danced and her mouth sucked.

Kanan shoved her head into his lower belly as his knees tried to give out from under him. The force of his thrusts rattled her teeth and made her jaw ache as pulsating throbbing cock he dumped a hot salted load of cum into her.

“You’ve always been so fucking good at that.” Kanan said breathlessly above her. Ever since he got his dick back in working order it seemed he just couldn’t stop using it. Rowan wasn’t anywhere near as good of a lover as Callestah but she’d do in a pinch, he could understand what Daniel saw in the dark haired beauty but he’d cast Callestah aside in favor of Rowan and that was beyond Kanan’s comprehension.

“I am glad I am able to please you, My Lord.” Calla said in a soft demur tone and wiped the remainder of him from her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Is there anything else I may do?”

“I’m sure I can think of something.” Kanan brought her to her feet and covered the sapphires on the chains releasing her from their hold for the night. “You desire to keep yourself only for me?”

“Hei.”

“Then I want everyone to know it.” Kanan lead her out of the chamber and to the bridge of the ship where four Shankuk guards were busy running the controls keeping them flying through space. Kanan and his seven guards were the last of the Shankuk tribe. There might be a few still scattered in the hillsides of Tiberia but these were the only ones he’d found before Omar came, the only men who stood by him through his troubles and strife. “Jadge nangonan!” (My people!) Kanan bellowed. “Steffen Omar answaz!” (Steffen Omar is dead!) “Gin answaz ch’tok!” (I killed the bastard!) Kanan tossed Calla into the Captain’s chair and pointed at her. “Kedesi gin!” (This is mine!) “ B'ok tar hesta Cha'Dech?" (Does anyone want to challenge me for her?)

“Co!” Was the unanimous reply from the four brawny mahogany skinned men. A few months ago one or two of them might have taken Kanan up on his challenge but not now that he was whole and strong again. They all remembered her when she was still in the Master’s Court. She was nothing but trouble then and she’d be nothing but trouble now, although on the occasion Kanan invited one or two to his bedroom, if he had asked them, they would not have refused.

Grabbing her by the shoulders and roughly turning her around to face the opposite way in the Captain’s chair Kanan made his declaration one more time. “Kedesi gin!” Calla knew what was coming and braced herself for it. She grabbed the back of the chair with both arms as she felt him hike up the back of her dress. Though she was still aching and bleeding from Omar and his little electrical toy, behind her Kanan pushed her further into the chair and he entered her in one cruel stroke while the crew looked on.

Naveen and the others watched intently as their Lord put it to his little redheaded whore. Only Naveen could see her face from where he stood. She looked up at him only for a moment, her eyes begged relief, freedom, and any type of release would do for her now. He wrapped his fist around the gold key in his pocket. He wouldn’t challenge Kanan for her but if he got his opportunity he might just take it.

**

Later that night Kanan made her sleep in the corner with the chains firmly around her while he tossed and turned in the big comfortable bed. All night long he tossed and snorted and tossed some more. Omar was dead by his hand and they had a long, prosperous and sordid history. His jealousy over her made him kill Omar. Kanan’s plan was rapidly going down hill and he didn’t know what to do next. Should he keep going and collect the reward? The crew deserved their cut and so did he. With Omar dead his options opened and he could take her back to Tiberia and the Rowan woman too. Ah, the beginnings of a new harem. That sounded about right to him. But still…..

Perhaps Omar was right and he was becoming smitten with the little bitch. She was most agreeable when she wanted something and what she wanted was freedom. Her agreeability made it difficult to abuse her and keep his head straight.

What to do? What to do? He wondered as he tossed and turned.

Calla closed her eyes and pretended to sleep when she saw him turn towards her hoping he would leave her alone for the rest of the night. There had to be some way off this ship and if she didn’t find it soon she never would. Wherever they were going she couldn’t allow them to make it to their final destination, she had to escape before that. Omar was dead and that left her a little breathing space. Of course the really good indications there were that not only did Kanan believe her but was willing to go to great lengths to keep her. Maybe he wouldn’t be so anxious to turn her over to whomever after all. And Rowan. What was she doing here? When did Kanan plan on dropping that little bomb? Through the force-field windows the star light shone in and lit up the pictures on the wall in front of her. Daniel certainly looked happy kissing her good-bye in the morning light. It was the photograph of Daniel alone on the porch, cup of coffee in hand and staring off into the distance that she kept coming back to. He didn’t look so happy there, he looked lost and confused. She wondered what order the photographs had been taken in, if he had that particular expression before or after she left. If taken after then maybe his sadness was only because he missed his lover already.

Calla didn’t want to miss him anymore. She didn’t want to hurt over him anymore. She didn’t want to love Daniel anymore. With a mournful sigh she told herself that it was no matter how easily he’d forgotten about her. No, no matter at all because he’d never loved her anyway.

Calla turned away from the pictures. Maybe Rowan was here simply to be sure that Calla got where they were going and never returned to upset her life with Daniel. Yeah, that was probably what he wanted but he was just too cowardly to do it himself.

End of Chapter Four
Daughter of the Gods: Escape
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