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  The guards moved forward, each taking Lynda by an arm and escorted her out of the room.

  Chapter 3

  Lynda shifted in her velvet robe and stared out the shuttle's window. The planet below was as beautiful as a fairy tale. The landscape was dotted with thatched roof cottages and lush rolling hills. Abundant herds of cattle-like beasts roamed the countryside, occasionally obscured by a thick grove of trees. Then, just ahead, Lynda spotted the Imperial Palace.

  It was a massive sprawling structure with soaring spires and towering walls. The stones used to build it were the color of light sand and the rooftops were painted black. A wondrous green space sprawled out before it, split in two by a winding golden brick road.

  It was an interesting feeling to finally see something she'd only heard rumors of as a child. People had always said that the Palace was one of the most wild and debauched places in the galaxy. Rumors abound about open sex parties where men and women slept with everyone, including their own sex. Lynda felt a slight erotic shiver thinking what it must be like to have all those people touching her at once.

  She looked across the cabin at Tiberius who was dressed in a sharp navy uniform with handsome brass buttons. He looked both evil and stunningly handsome all at once.

  "I don't care what you do to me,” she said. “I'll never surrender to you."

  He watched her for a long time. His eyes trailed down her naked body and lust clearly danced in that gaze. After a few moments he said, “Come here."

  Lynda had no intention of moving, but one of the nearby guards pulled her up by the arm and shoved her toward Tiberius. Tiberius seized her and pulled her the rest of the way over, settling her in his lap.

  The blood rushed into Lynda's cheeks as she felt the bulge of his erection. Reaching into her robe, he found the fullness of her breasts. He caressed them, then pulled the robe away so the guards could watch him fondle her. Lynda squirmed but he held her in place, his other hand sliding down her belly to the aching need between her thighs. She inhaled from the shocking delight of his touch.

  Burying his face in the back of her neck, he nuzzled her ear. “Do you really think you can defy me forever? I'll break you like a young horse, with gentle persistence and you'll come to love me."

  His fingers found her swollen nub and he petted it with light tender strokes. The relentless pleasure became almost unbearable. She thrust her hips at his fingers, but his touch only became lighter. Lynda groaned in frustration. She was so close to orgasm but he deliberately kept her from it. He lifted his fingers from her and licked them.

  Taking advantage of the break in his concentration, Lynda reached down and petted herself quickly. A wave of pure pleasure rolled through her pussy. Her elusive orgasm touched her, threatening her with release but stayed just out of reach. It was the most maddening feeling she'd ever experienced. She just didn't have enough time to come.

  Tiberius removed her hand from her pussy.

  "Please,” she whispered, no longer recognizing her own voice. “Don't leave me like this."

  He kissed the shell of her ear and laughed. The thick timber of his voice rumbled down her spine. “That's exactly what I intend to do.” Guiding her off his lap, he made her kneel before him. He pulled his swollen cock out and placed the tip to her lips.

  Lynda placed her hand around the shaft and licked the slick tip. She pulled his penis into her mouth, rolling her tongue along its thick, muscular length. He leaned his head back and moaned, grabbing his armrests for support. As she slid her mouth up and down, she reached down and touched the swollen little nub of her clit. Poor thing, she thought. How could he be so mean to you?

  Lynda increased the speed of her masturbation, delighted by both his excitement and distraction. She'd be finished before he caught on to what she was doing. She stroked herself while he bucked through his orgasm, pumping his rod hungrily into her mouth. He ejaculated and she swallowed it, now free to delight herself while he recovered. The warm sexy scent of his cock and his clean skin sent lust burning through her, and when her orgasm came, it was so powerful all she could do was rest her cheek against his bare thigh and pant.

  He ran his fingers through her hair. “I don't recall giving you permission to come,” he said darkly. “We'll have to see what the Master at Arms can teach you."

  Lynda looked out the window just as the shuttle began its descent to the planet's surface. She wanted to hate him but strangely, she felt closer to him than ever. Was she being seduced like the rest of the crew had been? If so, she didn't know how to stop it or him. She felt helpless and slightly ashamed that she didn't really want to escape.

  A soft knock on the shuttle door made her and Tiberius start.

  The emperor pulled her down and shielded her nakedness with a nearby green throw. “Come in,” he said.

  A messenger poked his head in. “I beg your pardon, my lord, but the Royal Advisor says you've been issued a challenge for the throne. I know you're busy with your new convert, but they were most insistent. I'm sorry."

  Tiberius frowned and watched the Palace through the window. “Such a burden this throne has become,” he whispered to himself. “At times it's such a challenge and sadly I still have no one to share it with.” He placed his hand under Lynda's chin and gave her a sad smile. Glancing at the messenger, he said, “Prepare my armor."

  Chapter 4

  The sword sliced noisily through the air, barely missing Tiberius's head. Its trajectory and speed were propelled by raw power. Tiberius ducked again. The younger man was fast, but had very poor control. Tiberius watched another telegraphed blow coming from his right and easily parried it. Tiberius could see his opponent weakening, wanting the contest to be over. Soon my chance will come and I can put an end this pointless match.

  His opponent, a young ambitious noble, was becoming clumsy and impatient, floundering from fatigue. His attacks no longer contained strategy, only the perseverance of brute force. Tiberius continued to dodge and sidestep, wearing him out. So many openings were there now, he only need wait for the right one.

  The younger man panted and staggered. Tiberius watched his eyes darken as he pulled his inner strength for another angry attack. Then Tiberius took his chance. He lunged forward as the other man struggled to collect and organize his attack. Tiberius raised his sword up, and struck his opponent's exposed neck. His opponent managed to cut a gash in his forearm on his way down and Tiberius hissed through his teeth from the pain.

  Tiberius was immediately awash in the other man's blood. Closing his eyes and holding out his arms, his let the brief spray blanket his face and chest armor. The moment was fleeting however, as the other man fell to the ground in front of him.

  He could hear the calamitous applaud from the nobles seating area. “Let this be a lesson to any man,” he warned watching crowd. “No man is to challenge me, or they'll suffer a similar fate."

  * * * *

  The smell of antiseptic filled Lynda's nose. With quick strides, she moved down the marble hall and into the infirmary. Tiberius sat on a small examining table, his back to her, holding a thick, blood-soaked bandage over his arm.

  She leaned in the doorway and pulled her robe tighter around her. She watched the doctor pull the bandage away and work some stitches into the wound. A tiny muscle twitched in the emperor's cheek, but other than that, he showed no sign of his pain. Watching him there so vulnerable, Lynda found herself loving him. It was a foreign emotion, one that she was sure she'd never experienced before. There was no denying he was a great lover, but what kind of future would they have together? Did the sex mean anything to him or was she just a little fun on the side?

  The doctor finished stitching the wound and glanced at her. She gave him a slight grin and moved quietly into the room. Sensing her presence, Tiberius turned around and looked at her.

  She frowned at his wound and grimaced. “That looks painful."

  He seemed shocked to see her. “How is it you're not under guard? You are a prisoner." />
  Lynda shrugged. “The guards told me you'd been injured. I asked them if I could come and see you. They let me. I guess they thought I wasn't much of an escape risk being dressed only in a robe. Don't worry; they're still watching me from down the hall."

  Tiberius jumped down and poked his head out the doorway. He spotted the guards standing at the end of the hall and seemed satisfied. He moved back into the room and picked up his shirt. “You shouldn't have bothered coming here. I'm fine."

  Lynda walked up behind him and stopped him from putting his shirt on. “May I see it?” she asked softly.

  Tiberius put his shirt on the exam table and held his wounded arm out for her to see.

  She gingerly touched it, taking in a deep breath through her teeth. “That looks very nasty but I think you'll survive."

  "I've had worse."

  "You didn't tell me what happened,” she said, kissing the wounded forearm.

  He reached up and stroked her face, brushing a few locks of her hair away. “Being Emperor is a difficult position. It's earned by combat, and unless you marry, you're only as safe on the throne as your last victory."

  "So why aren't you married?” Lynda said holding up his shirt. He hesitated, then turned around, and let her slip it on him. He left it unbuttoned. Grinning, he turned and kissed her.

  "I have been looking for a wife."

  Lynda sat up on the examining table and studied the medical instruments on a nearby metal try. She picked up some gauze and playfully wrapped it around her index finger. “I'm surprised you haven't found one yet. Surely there are tons of women who would give anything to marry you."

  He moved closer and looked her in the eye. He exhaled heavily through his nose and stroked his tongue across his lips. “Perhaps, but I'm looking for someone special. I'm looking for a woman who would not only make a great wife, but a strong Empress. Those are not easy qualities to find in my world. Certainly, I have been with beautiful women who are fantastic lovers, but they don't have the qualities I'm looking for. Everything I want is not that easily found in just one woman."

  Lynda looked deep into those infernal red eyes. Every part of her longed to touch him, and feel his cock pounding deep within her. When he finds his special wife, she warned herself, he's going to lose all interest in you. Don't get too emotionally involved.

  She nodded. “I'm sure all the things you want are hard to find in just one woman,” she said, throwing the gauze back on the tray. “Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to being under arrest.” She jumped down and turned to leave.

  Tiberius grabbed her arm to stop her. She turned to meet his gaze.

  "Swear your loyalty to me, Lynda,” he said. His voice was soft and urgent. “If you do, I promise to release you."

  Lynda tugged her arm out of his grasp. “You'll release me anyway. In time you'll get tired of this little game and let me go, I'm sure of it. All I have to do is wait you out. So the answer is still no.” Turning her back on him, she walked out the door to the waiting guards.

  Chapter 5

  “How long do I have to stay naked?” Lynda complained. “Why can't I have some clothes?” She stood before the Master at Arms, named Havock, in only her scarlet robe and some soft soled shoes. Tiberius stalked over to an oversized wing chair and collapsed into it.

  Tiberius looked annoyed. “You'll stay naked until you submit to my will and swear allegiance to me. And no, you may not have any clothes,” he said, swinging a leg over the armrest.

  Lynda glared at Tiberius. She was at least grateful it wasn't cold in here, but Havock's gaze chilled her. She did everything she could to avoid looking into his dark brown eyes.

  He was a tall, muscular man with a few black tribal tattoos peeking up from the neckline of his dark blue uniform. He had shoulder length black hair with a hint of grey at the temples. He walked around her as if she was a prize mare at the county fair, which annoyed her to no end.

  Finally, he stopped and smiled. “She's magnificent, my lord,” he said.

  Tiberius frowned at her. “Magnificent but unruly. I was hoping you could tame her willfulness."

  Havock tisked and looked Lynda up and down. “I'd be delighted. I haven't had a real challenge in years."

  Tiberius winked at her and stroked his goatee thoughtfully.

  Havock took Lynda by the hand and led her to an elaborate bedroom with a circular bed. The ornate gold tapestries looked warm and inviting and Lynda found herself relaxing despite being at the mercy of these two men. Tiberius followed close behind and took a seat in a plush corner chair.

  Havock guided her to lie on the bed, and then kissed her gently on the lips. He turned to a guard by the door. “Bring in the sirens,” he said with a grin.

  Placing his hand on Lynda's sash, he slowly removed her robe. She wanted to fight, to struggle with all her strength, but for some strange reason, the will was not in her. She liked Tiberius being in the room. She wondered if he was hard for her. It would be fun to watch him get turned on by watching her. So, instead of fighting she laid there, her stomach fluttering with anticipation.

  The side door opened and three beautiful women entered dressed in sheer hooded cloaks of blue, yellow, and green. They moved up to where Lynda lay and pulled their cloaks off, letting the delicate fabric fall carelessly to the floor.

  Lynda couldn't help but gaze at their flawless beauty. They worked together wordlessly, pulling up a large bronze bowl and pouring oil into the center. The oil in the bowl was warmed by placing it on a tall tripod with a small blue flame in the center.

  Lynda's heart beat a little faster. What new form of sexual torture were they planning? Her gaze scanned the room, touching on Havock taking a seat next to Tiberius. Tiberius himself watched her closely, his eyes smoky with lust.

  One of the women touched her, her hand stroking along the generous swell of her breasts. Her hands were covered in oil and Lynda reveled in the warm seduction of the woman's touch. Still feeling a little apprehensive, until she finally surrendered to the pleasure.

  The women massaged the oil into her skin with long, slow strokes. Every muscle in her body relaxed and soon she was drifting on a cloud of ecstasy.

  With gentle but insistent hands, they pushed her legs open, finding the hidden secret of her pussy. They petted her intimately, their fingers lightly touching and probing her. Another woman moved her hands to her breasts again, kneading and stroking them. Lynda had never experienced such decadent abandon and she found herself loving it.

  Then she felt a new pair of hands, large and rough, touching her thighs. She looked down the length of her body and saw Tiberius standing between her legs. The women were stroking him too, making his body as slick as hers with oil. He was fiercely erect.

  Pushing on her legs, he exposed the wet, hungry center of her sex and smiled at her glistening arousal. Leaning down to her groin, he dipped his tongue into her with such lusty abandon, that Lynda gasped from the pleasure. Deeper and deeper he explored with his mouth. With growing heady warmth, she felt the first whispers of orgasm tease her pussy. She moaned and arched her back, opening her legs as far as she could.

  "Please, Tiberius,” she whispered, “put your cock in me."

  Eagerly he stroked her long, trembling thighs running up to her cunt. He found the button of her clit with his thumbs and rubbed, teasing and tempting it. He stopped just short of allowing her to come.

  Lynda twisted restlessly. She felt feverish, tortured with carnal need. “Stop teasing me,” she said, trying to reach down and seize his engorged cock.

  He grabbed her wrists and climbed up over her to kiss her on the lips. They tasted like the mild sweetness of her body.

  "Swear your loyalty to me and I will love you like no man ever has,” he said in a thick, masculine rumble.

  "I'll never submit to you under torture,” she said defiantly.

  "Then you shall suffer like no one in my empire has every suffered before,” he said angrily. He turned to one of the pa
lace guards. “Take her to her cell and make sure she can't touch that sweet, little flower of hers."

  The guard bowed his obedience and led the struggling Lynda off.

  Chapter 6

  Lynda's pussy ached with need. She pulled at her restraints, the frustration spiking her anger. She stopped struggling long enough to hear the Royal Torturer unlocking her cell door. She held her breath hoping the act alone could make her invisible.

  He filled the room with his presence. The first thing Lynda noticed about him was he moved like a panther. Slow, easy power poured from him as he walked toward her. He wore a black executioner's mask with holes for his full lips and eyes. His chest was bare, thickly muscled with a light line of hair that ran down his pectorals to his belly. He stalked toward her and touched her aching, wet cunt. His fingers dipped into her, touching and exploring. Lynda gasped at the pleasure of his touched and opened her legs for him.

  "Please,” she breathed. “Please fuck me. I'm going crazy."

  He laughed. It was a low evil sound. “I think Tiberius was clear about you suffering as long as possible for your disobedience."

  "I'll never submit to his cruel tortures,” she said. “Surely there must be some humanity in you. Please, don't let me suffer this way."

  The Royal Torturer stared down at her, his grey eyes burning from behind the black mask. “If I do this for you,” he whispered, “you must give me your word you won't tell anyone."

  Lynda nodded. Sweat dampened her chest and brow. She would have promised him anything if only he'd take away her misery.

  He reached his big, callused fingers down and stroked her again. Lynda closed her eyes and lifted her hips to meet his touch. She felt like a cat, smug and content under its master's hand but always eager for more.

  Yes, yes, she thought. She licked her lips, her body burning for more. As he touched her, her mind wandered and finally settled on Tiberius. Although he infuriated her, there was no denying his powerful sexual appeal. She twisted under the Torturer, opening her legs wide so she could to invite him inside her. He obligingly positioned himself between her legs and freed his enormous, swollen cock. Gripping the shaft, he ran the mushroom head through her wet pussy, dipping in just enough to drive her crazy.