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  How far will they go…

  Esther Elis is on the run. She just escaped from being held prisoner and subjected to genetic testing that has left her confused, with strange new abilities…and in heat. She stows away on the first ship she finds that’s bound for another planet. The only problem? She just may have picked the wrong ship.

  The Golden Fleece is a pirate ship disguised as a run of the mill cargo vessel, but there’s nothing run of the mill or ordinary about its captain, Caelum Denaris. Ruthless and demanding, he demands that everyone follows his rules, and the biggest one is no extra baggage.

  …to save a star?

  He was just on the planet to pick up a shipment of valuable stolen goods. The last thing he needs is a stowaway. But he finds himself wanting to break his own rules as he draws closer to the unusual woman. He and his first mate share everything, from their life as modern day pirates to the women they sleep with and she is no exception - what is different are the intense feelings they develop for her, only to be threatened when the inter-planetary police force known as the Imperial Enforcement Agency show up and they have to make a choice. Give up the stolen cargo? Or give up her?

  Unreal

  Part 3

  Spring Follows

  By: Riley Moreno

  1

  Long ago, Kimberly Beyer had a plan. It was over a year since that happy day of her graduation. A turn of the tassel, a toss of the cap, and her entire future stretched before her like a happy, unending road. She had a job waiting, a fire in her belly that would point her towards success, and a dream of torrid love affairs along the way. Brian? Sure he was sweet. But he was a boy. She wanted men, many men, exploring every inch of body. One day, someday, she even hoped for the fated true love, the one that could tame her spirit and tempt her to settle down. And someday, she might even take that chance and see if she could succeed where her mother had so horribly failed.

  …many men, exploring every inch of her body…

  She should have wished more carefully.

  “Sweetie? Is everything okay?”

  Looking from page on the pad, Kim held it fast in her sweating palms as she peered up into her mother’s eyes. Amanda tried to meet her daughter’s gaze with a patient stare. But the worry lines around her mouth seemed to expand with each passing second. A small part of Kim’s soul, the part of her that truly was buried in the forest in an unmarked grave, yearned to lower her head to Amanda’s waiting breast and feel her soft arms around her bare neck in the wake of her shorn locks. Amanda tentatively lifted her shaking arms, and Kim nearly accepted her mother’s embrace. It might to be nice to be held with something like love after so many months trapped in arms of hate. If she was ever held at all. More often than not, Boone’s boys, and the likes of Geoffrey Troxel and Carter McCord before him, preferred to press her to the ground, and touch her in other ways. Vile, unspeakable ways.

  “I’m fine, Mom,” she muttered. “But could you… could you maybe get me something to drink?”

  Amanda’s shoulders sagged, and she was nearly out the door before Kim even finished her question. Biting down on her tongue, Kim thought that that move made all the sense in the world. She was barely a mother when Kim was a shining star. Why would she ever think it would be different now that she was the most damaged of goods?

  “Water okay?” Amanda asked with her back to her daughter. “Or something else?”

  Something stronger.

  She wanted whiskey. Straight. No ice. The taste always tortured her tongue, and it still burned its way down her throat before sloshing in her hungry stomach. She hadn’t become a walking skeleton by choice. Boone’s idea of breakfast lunch and dinner was the scraps that he couldn’t finish. Sometimes he chewed the food for good measure and let her swallow the masticated bits. Starving, she choked them down, and when she’d put in his idea of a good night’s work, he let her have a drink. It only took one or two swigs for her body to go numb. The price of the horrible taste was a pleasant haze where she could drift into a stone cold sleep and imagine that she had never encountered Matt or Pete and found herself in hell.

  “Water’s fine, Mom,” she said. “Thanks.”

  Once Amanda was gone, Kim privately planned to hit a liquor store as first light and hide a bottle under her bed. Not that her mother didn’t have a stocked bar just waiting to hit the glass, but Amanda was bound to notice if her store started to run low. So Kim would have to resort to her teenage tricks and keep secrets. The idea comforted her, but she knew that she would soon want more. Much more. Who could she turn to for something truly stronger?

  Certainly not Julie.

  Jules.

  Glancing down at the page, the sight of her best friend’s name briefly tugged at her heart. Silly, sweet Jules. So naïve and innocent, always blushing at just the thought of a man touching her down there. Kim had vowed to get her laid before their summer was out. And Pete seemed to like her…

  What must her first time have felt like? No flowers, no soft kisses. Just a push and a thrust and the tearing of her sensitive, virgin flesh. She pictured Julie begging, screaming for mercy. If it had happened in any other place, say if Julie had been tackled and dragged into dark bushes while making her way back to the dorm, Kim would have been the first one to hold her and alert security. Julie would have wanted to wash, to try to get clean again. But Kim would have kept it practical. Julie’s body, covered in fresh evidence, would have to swabbed, swiped, before her desperately desired shower. Only then could she step under the water and…

  Stop that!

  Lifting her body from her bed, Kim paced the room. Her mind flashed to Julie now. All rosy-cheeked despite the scar with long, shiny hair. And she was even able to smile again. To truly smile. How the fuck was that fair? None of this ever would have happened if her cunty mother hadn’t linked her life to the original asshole. And her reward?

  She got Ethan Graff.

  Kim remembered him from the moments when she was bound and bleeding. Even then, dazed, Kim could see that he was out of place. And the hope that was leaving her fast imagined him saving her, holding her. In her former life, the place before she was a slave, he was the last man on earth that she would have hoped to be her hero. But when her aching body bled and burned with every movement, involuntary or otherwise, she longed for his aid. It didn’t come. She slipped into unconsciousness when Carter McCord stole the air that her lungs so desperately craved. And she thought that she would die, even believed that she had expired when her eyes blinked to attention, and she saw Carter ready to bash her skull in with a stray rock.

  He should have done it. It would have better than what awaited her in the woods…

  Forming a weak fist, Kim slammed her curled fingers into the wall, her heart filling with hate.

  “Sweetie! What is it?”

  At the sound, Amanda reappeared with a glass in her trembling palm. Should she be honest? Tell her mother that Julie Edwards, her so-called best friend, belonged at the top of her
list? Because it was her stepfather that started this and ended all hope for a future. Because she hadn’t come back for her.

  Because she got to smile and hang on the arm of him, the man that should have saved her.

  Not yet. Amanda would panic, and Kim needed to tread lightly.

  “All good, Mom,” Kim lied. “Thanks.”

  Taking the glass from her mother, Kim drank it down quickly. Water had nothing on whiskey, but it quenched some of her thirst. She managed a smile as she returned to her bed and reclaimed the list. Boone. Troxel. McCord. If she only did one meaningful thing with her wasted life, she would destroy these men. Maybe not Boone. He could still come in handy. But she’d do it for herself and the girls left behind.

  Because there were always others.

  Kim’s time with Boone had been far from the near solitary confinement that she barely shared with Julie. There were other girls, some far more broken than she, chained to the floor, the walls. Some cried incessantly in between every night’s rape. Others were like blank slates that took their undeserved punishment and stared into space when the johns were done.

  But then there was Colleen.

  Like the others, she sobbed after each attack and pleaded for everything to just stop when Boone came back and announced the arrival of new clients hungry for fresh meat. But when they were finished her, when the basement grew dark, somehow colder, Colleen’s eyes went wide.

  Holding her breath, Kim watched quietly, her thighs caked with dried blood and far worse. Colleen was in the same state, and she whimpered as she pried a stone from the wall. Quietly dropping it to the ground, she revealed a nail.

  And Kim gasped.

  “How… where did you get that?” Kim asked.

  At first Colleen was silent and simply picked at her lock. Kim pressed her, but in the darkness, their eyes never met. Colleen focused on her work, and Kim rested her head against the wall. She heard the clink of metal on metal mingled with Colleen’s curses when she lost the nail or the door from above swung open. When a single ray of light pierced the prison, Colleen was fast to hide the nail and rest limply against the wall, looking as dazed as the rest of them.

  Boone liked to survey his stock, see how his ladies were holding up. Touching their quivering breasts, his hands playing between their raw legs, he laughed. Always. More often than not he took a taste of the harem in his capture. Not like Pete. She smugly thought that he could never get it up. Maybe that was why the dumb boy did this in the first place. Living vicariously was still a kind of living, and in spite of her suffering, Kim had to giggle.

  Last thing Boone wanted to hear.

  “What’s so funny, bitch?”

  Before she could answer him, Boone backhanded her, and Kim saw stars as her head crashed into the wall. Pain took on a new meaning, and fear followed when he dragged her up by her arms and leered. A belch of beer and tobacco made her wince, and he repeated his question. Kim‘s mind searched for an answer. Maybe she could cut him down with a single word. Boone had knives. Whips. And if she was going to die here, why not go out it a blaze---

  “You’re the worst I ever had,” Kim spat.

  “That a fact?” he challenged. “Let’s see what I can do to change your mind on that front.

  The mountain man started to push inside her, his rage giving strength to his erection, and Kim wished that he could take it back when Colleen’s voice interrupted his assault. Boone’s hold stayed strong. His jagged nails scraped her flesh, but his eyes were for Colleen. Smirking, he looked down at his other captive and asked her to clarify.

  “What you say, slut?”

  Struggling to her feet, Colleen’s chains rattled as she met his eyes. Kim quivered under Boone’s hold, and when his back was turned, she started to shake her head. This was her fight, and Colleen still had her nail. Boone might rape her, beat her, but then he would go. Then Colleen could get back to the business of escaping.

  Because someone had to… had to try…

  “What did you--?”

  Colleen charged forward and caught hold of his collar. As Kim fell from his hold, she buried her face in her hands. Picturing the fresh blows, Colleen’s body growing bloody and bruised, she wished that the girl had got the nail to work. The door above atop the stairs would have proved a new battle, but if she had conquered one obstacle, another might be nothing. She could get out, succeed where Julie had failed and just tell someone where they---

  “Relax, daddy.”

  Unzipping his fly, Colleen worked her lips around his cock. Looking though her fingers, Kim was stunned to see this slave sucking him off, rubbing his member as she tried to bring him to attention. It was like she was working with a pot of slimy, overcooked pasta, but she drew some juice from his piece and swallowed it down. Boone groaned and grinded his fingers into her hair, and when he seemed as satisfied for the moment, he stepped back and zipped up.

  “You always saved the good stuff for me,” Boone said. “Maybe one day I’ll find the best cunt out there.”

  Patting her head, he lengthened Colleen’s chain and let her rest away from the cot.

  Just like Julie. Someone else getting the royal treatment while she languished---

  “Can she sleep with me tonight, daddy?”

  Colleen pointed a slim finger in Kim’s direction and asked her question again. Kim had to wonder what she had done to deserve the mattress, hard as it was, but she knew that she wanted it. She wanted to feel something besides the cold concrete at her back.

  “Her?” Boone asked.

  The other girls, trapped in their own chains, looked away and wept. But a quick glimpse back to the hard bed told Kim that she was chosen, and when Colleen said that she’d rest easier with Kim at her side, Boone complied.

  “Aren’t you the popular one!” Boone exclaimed.

  Kim made no protest as he hauled her to her feet and dumped her at Colleen’s side. He pushed a chair from the far corner of the room and took his cock in his hand. Waiting, wanting, he stroked his piece and leered.

  “So do your thing,” he ordered.

  That was for Colleen, and she was quick to comply. Wrapping a single arm around Kim’s fragile waist, she started to trail kisses down Kim’s back.

  Kim had always wondered what a woman’s kiss might feel like. Sometimes she thought about it when she was with Julie. They had cuddled in beds as they grew up, and when she fell asleep, Kim would brush the brown hair from her eyes and lift up the edge of her nightgown. Her flesh was soft, her body sweet and untouched.

  This wasn’t Julie. But Kim could pretend.

  Reaching between her legs, Colleen cradled her swollen mound. A gentle finger, far kinder than the men that had pulverized her, swirled deep. Kim was grateful for the tender touch, and her eyes fluttered as Colleen moved deeper. Arching her back around her shackles, Kim nearly felt home. Light seemed to fill the dungeon, and she tuned out the sounds of the other girls crying and Boone grunting as Colleen brought her to a point of climax. How she had hated her body when it betrayed her in the moments with the other men. But this was as near to normal as she had been since they were taken. Her need for comfort dripped around Colleen’s finger. She sighed at her touch.

  Boone just laughed.

  Looking into his eyes, Kim tried to focus on Colleen. Only Colleen. It wasn’t hard when she worked her finger deeper. Spreading her bruised thighs, Kim accepted all of her fellow captive’s touch. Moaning around the girl’s finger, Kim’s head fell back. Lingering in the moment of release, she came and turned her head to Colleen’s eyes. But they stayed on Boone as he let loose a fresh load at his tapping toes. Behind closed eyes, he satisfied himself. Then his eyes popped open as he stood and approached his captives caught in a moment of pleasure, a reprieve from so much mayhem.

  “Nice.”

  Boone patted Colleen’s cheek and kissed her hair. Kim hated the idea of his lips on her. Anyone who might save her deserved far better than that. But she still sank into Colleen’s embrace an
d waited.

  And then Boone touched her.

  “Lucky to have found you,” he teased as he twirled her matted hair around his finger. “Got to think up something special for the double act.”

  He kissed Colleen’s head and made his way back up the steps. Once they were in darkness again, Kim cried against her shoulder and longed for more of Colleen’s embrace. She thought that she nearly had it when Colleen pressed her to the cot and hissed into her ear.

  “You want out?” she asked.

  Kim nodded, and Colleen stroked her hair. Kissing her mouth, she turned her tongue around hers, and when Kim looked up for air, she saw schemes pouring from Colleen’s eyes.

  “Then leave it to me,” she said.

  A knock on the front door forced Kim from her memory, and Amanda was all too happy to take her leave and skip down the steps.

  “If it’s that cop, I’ll get rid of her.” Amanda promised.

  Kim collapsed to her bed, her body buzzing at the memory of all that Colleen had done. All that she had tried to do. Where was she now? Why---?

  “Sweetie! Look who it is!”

  Perching her body on her elbows, Kim impossibly hoped for Colleen. But there was no blonde girl with dull blue eyes. There was only a boy looking at her from behind dark rimmed glasses.

  Kim made her way back to her feet and spoke slowly.

  “Brian. You came to see me.”

  2

  “So you’re okay, Julie?”

  Danielle had to ask the question. Julie stayed quiet when she returned to the shop after her night in Ethan’s bed. In his hold. Nodding, Julie finished her flowers and grinned. For the first time, it felt wrong to need her in the way that she had needed Kim. But her friend would understand.

  So would Dani.

  “I’m fine,” Julie promised. “Happy.”

  That was the only word to describe what it was to have Kim back. She knew that she had to have endured more than Julie hated to know, but she was still home. And a day would come when Kim would lay everything out on the line. To hear it would be hard, but Julie would listen and hold her. In the end, both of them could savor the notion that they had come through the dark side intact.