Page 6 of Fresh Flesh

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Joras

I hearthe others returning and quickly toss Maisie a cloth from my pocket.

“Clean yourself up,” I snap. “And be quick about it.”

I have seriously breached protocol here. You are not supposed to have sexual relations with your food. I know that the Empire looks the other way on it quite frequently, especially if the offending Grengoran is an Overseer, but I have spent my life doing things the right way. The protocol way.

Only what’s the protocol for being overcome with desire for a mere human?

She cleans herself as best she can, and I grab hold of her hair.

“Stand up,” I demand, shoving her against the tree again. “Give me your hands.”

I use a pair of binders to secure her wrists behind her back. Maisie starts playing with my cock through my trousers as soon as the manacles lock shut on her wrists.

I gasp, because it feels so incredible. Now that I’ve had some of her charms, I only want more. Like a powerful narcotic. I normally stay away from those like I stay away from breaking protocols, but here I am letting this human woman play with my cock.

I get so lost in the delightful sensations of her eager hands that I miss the return of Lurg and Mlarx. They come into the copse of trees and Lurg scowls.

“What are you doing?” he aaks.

“Just putting on the restraints,” I reply.

“Liar,” Maisie whispers loud enough only I can hear her. I glance at her and frown, but she shrugs as much as she can while wearing the manacles.

“Well, bring her along,” Lurg commands. “I want to get back to the Valley before the sun rises. I think the garrison guards have been sleeping on the job, and if we can catch them in the act I can discipline them.”

“Ooh, discipline,” Maisie whispers again. I grab the cloth she used to clean my spunk off of her and shove it in her mouth.

“You will remain silent until I deem otherwise,” I growl, wadding the cloth into her mouth. She’s surprised, but doesn’t seem indignant or angry. She just holds still and lets me tie the cloth into place behind her head.

“She’s a feisty one,” Mlarx says. “Maybe good for the arena?”

The idea of her being fodder for the arena, and then becoming food on a plate, upsets me for some reason.

“I don’t think she would be good for that purpose,” I say. I hate the way that Maisie’s eyes light up over her gag when I speak. She knows she has a power over me. That’s not good. Hopefully I can keep the others from figuring that out.

Not to mention, hopefully I can keep the others from killing her as well. I really do want to sample more of her ample charms.

“Why not?” Lurg wants to know.

“For one thing, she is much too small for the arena. No good for wielding a weapon. Her hands are soft and probably best suited for other types of work. She could be our servant.”

Lurg gasps, and then nods eagerly.

“Yes, I like this idea. I think she will make a fine servant. As long as she is properly disciplined.”

Maisie winks at me over her gag. I’ve never met a human so spirited before. Even manacled and gagged she isn’t giving in to despair. We’re standing here, discussing her fate as if she is not even around. That would drive me insane, but she accepts it with seeming grace.

Again, I wonder what she might be up to.

We climb into the open air transport. It’s a good hunting vehicle because it’s so easy to shoot at targets on the ground without having to open a hatch. I shove Maisie into the back seat and then buckle her crash webbing across her chest. I touch her soft breasts in the process and feel my cock twitch.

“What’s she going to do for us, exactly?” Mlarx asks.

“First things first, she can clean up our domicile. It’s gotten rather untidy with how busy we’ve been doing the hunt.”

“This is ignorant,” Mlarx snaps. “We don't need a servant, especially not this one.”

Mlarx glares at me from the front seat.

“I’m going to report to headquarters in the morning,” he growled. “You’d best get rid of her before I come back, Joras.”

Now what am I going to do?

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