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thought she was doing him a
    favor.
    The pressure of her foot lifted from his head, and her delicate hand stroked back his hair
    from his cheek. He fought the arousal her touch brought him and gritted his teeth. Her hand in

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    his hair tightened; then she quickly released him and stepped back. Even with his head pressed to
    the carpet, he could smell the surge in her desire.
    He turned his head and watched the shine of her boots as she strode over to the mirror wall.
    She tapped on the glass twice before saying, “Have him washed and brought to my stables.”
    In a show of defiance, he pushed himself from the floor and stood despite the lack of
    strength in his legs. His muscles shivered, but he refused to stay on the floor any longer.
    Amusement was evident in the slight curve of her full lips as she examined him. “Also I want his
    nipples pierced.”
    “What?” he barked out and fisted his hands together.
    “Your nipples.” She moved to stand in front of him and ran her delicate fingers down his
    chest. “You have lovely nipples, and I want them pierced.” Watching him carefully, she ran her
    fingertips over each nub, and they hardened beneath her touch. He squeezed his eyes shut and
    tried to think of something other than the sensation of her working him with gentle pulls. Being
    so aroused by his enemy humiliated him, yet he couldn’t pull away from her touch.
    “Look at how hard they get,” she whispered against his chest. “How they respond to my
    touch.” The musky scent of her lust assaulted his instincts, and blood rushed to his cock in a hard
    throb. He forced his eyes open and glared at her. She could make his body respond, but she
    couldn’t make him enjoy it.
    “They get hard when I take a shit too. Don’t flatter yourself.”
    Now she did smile and gave his sensitized nipples a hard yank. “Does your cock get hard
    when you defecate? Will we have to experiment with someone sucking you while you empty
    your bowels?”
    His jaw dropped, and she turned her head slightly at the hiss of the door opening. She
    released his body and stepped back with an appreciative murmur as she unabashedly stared at his
    erection. His self-disgust grew as his cock throbbed and grew harder beneath her gaze. Too bad
    his prick didn’t care about his mental distress; it wanted to bury itself in that breaker’s hot cunt.
    Two servants appeared in the doorway and waited with impassive faces. He ignored them
    as much as they ignored him while they escorted him out of the room. Even if he managed to
    overpower them, his collar crippled his body with agony as soon as he reached a door or window

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    he wasn’t authorized to use. He’d made that painful discovery the first day he’d landed on this
    polluted rock.
    After passing through a series of archways and rooms, a final door opened, and he was
    quickly hustled into a waiting transporter. Even the threat of his collar couldn’t stop him from
    planting his feet and attempting to get a look at something other than walls. He turned his face to
    the sky and tried to catch a glimpse of blue. All that met his gaze were the dirty, gray-green
    clouds that seemed to constantly shroud the sun.
    A daily bath in artificial sunlight kept him healthy, but he missed the scent of growing
    things and the warmth of true light. His people spent most of their time outdoors among the giant
    trees and vast inland lakes of his world. To be kept in a small room day after day had come
    closer to breaking him than any other mental tricks his captors had tried.
    A snarl escaped his lips as they shoved him into the small pod, but the door closed before
    he could do anything more. The walls went opaque, and he lurched as the transporter began to
    move. The padded seat cradled his body as he closed his eyes and tried to keep the image of
    long, brown hair and pink lips out of his mind.

    * * *
Later that evening, Devnar hung suspended against a wall