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Uncontrollable lust swamped her, combined with unbelievable anger. Anger at Tamche, anger at Mikkarn and Kiril, and anger at herself.

Tamche had no right to be with either man. The woman didn’t care about them other than as her latest conquest. That fact was something she flaunted daily. Mikkarn and Kiril didn’t care about Tamche other than as a means to release their own sexual frustration. She could feel the truth of that in her dream. Even knowing all that, even knowing they willingly took pleasure in the other woman’s body even as they wanted to take Mara into their bed, she still would have given everything she had to be in Tamche’s place at that moment.

She wasn’t sure she could ever forgive herself for that. She should have had more self-respect. She deserved much better.

With anguish in her heart, Mara closed her eyes and screamed…

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Mara woke, her body covered in sweat, her heartbeat pounded, and her chest constricted painfully because of the images she had witnessed, and because she justknewMikkarn and Kiril were with Tamche at that very moment.

And they were most likely fucking the bitch into oblivion.

Desperation built within her. She was losing herself, and she had to regain control. Her whole life was about control. If she wasn’t in control of her own body, how could she possibly hope to control the knowledge of life and death she had worked so hard to learn?

“What’s the time?” Her voice shook.

A monotone, but slightly female, voice responded. “Twenty-three hundred hours, Earth Standard Time.” Gothe’maran time being roughly the same, that meant the sex bars should be in full swing.

Gothe’marans mated for life, but until then they took their pleasures often. Sex bars here were as prevalent as sports bars on Earth.

Mara saw her problem as sexual frustration, and that was a problem she intended to solve.

Tonight.

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Mara didn’t have much in the way of sexy clothing, but she figured she could manage. Deciding to go simple, with her favorite pair of jeans and a white silk blouse, she put on a touch of makeup before heading to her personal shuttle. As she lifted out of the driveway, Kiril stood at the huge window in the same room where he and Mikkarn had fucked Tamche. He stared at her, a little, knowing smile on his face.

Ain’t life a bitch.

Resolving not to think of either of them, she reached for her determined mindset and headed straight for the most depraved club she knew. Her first step inside was into almost total darkness, which served to heighten her other senses. The smell of smoke, slightly stale sweat, and strong Gothe’maran liquor assaulted her, and she wrinkled her nose. The only well-lit section of the whole bar was the stage in the center of the room. The sight going on there was one that brought back disturbing and, strangely enough, painful memories.

Two very large Gothe’maran males -- okay, soallGothe’maran males seemed to be abnormally large to her -- were being sucked off by a dark-headed, dark-skinned woman on her knees in front of them. One man had his hand fisted in her hair, while the other one bent over to fondle a plump breast.

Mara looked away. She couldn’t see a damn thing! The lighting was practically nonexistent and with her eyes wandering back to the stage every couple of seconds, she was sure they’d never adjust enough to find a table or even make her way to the bar.

She definitely shouldn’t have come here. Especially not alone. She stood out like a sore thumb, which would have been good if she had really wanted to be noticed. As she started to make her way farther into the bar, she ran into a leather-wearing, whip-wielding, body-pierced thug she wasn’t sure was actually going to take “no” for an answer.

Finally convincing her would-be Romeo she wasn’t interested, she glanced back toward the stage and watched, transfixed, as the woman, her almost black skin lustrous from the sweat of her exertion under the heavy lighting, raised one leg to hook around the hip of one of the men. Once he had guided himself inside, he grabbed her ass and lifted, allowing her to wrap the other leg around him.

Feeling her own pussy clench in response, Mara sucked in a breath as she turned her attention to the bar and ordered a drink. A strong one. Downing it in one gulp, she let her eyes snap back to the stage.

The second man had maneuvered behind the woman. He greased himself liberally with a gleaming lubricant and slid easily into her ass. After a little adjustment, the trio began to move in harmony, the cries of the female almost as loud as the moans of the two men.

Is that what Mikkarn and Kiril are doing with Tamche right now?

The thought annoyed her more than anything else, and she decided she’d get no peace here. Mindless sex with a complete stranger wasnotwhat she needed. She didn’t want to think about what shedidneed.

Mara knew she’d made a mistake. She wasn’t sure exactly what she’d expected, but this waswaymore than she bargained for. Her head was spinning. It was time to get the hell out of Dodge.

As she turned to leave, her eyes having adjusted to the dim interior, she noticed various acts of sex being played out before the eyes of anyone who cared to watch. Women were fucked by multiple men, and these scenes made what had gone on at her neighbors’ home seem domestic. Women were flogged by their Masters, men forced still other women to suck their cocks or the cocks of other men. One woman was flogged until she screamed, then fucked by another woman wearing an impossibly large dildo. All that, combined with the smells and sounds and the heat of so many bodies in one place, was nauseating.

She needed to leave.Now.

A woman lying spread-eagle on the bar with a man’s face glued between her legs snagged her attention. How in the hell could she have missed all this before?

She had almost made it to the door when an arm snaked around her middle and pulled her up against an impossibly strong chest.Oh, God. No! She struggled wildly, afraid those around her would think it was all part of the show. The man grunted, tightening his grip.

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