then you’ll be left to his tender mercies with no one to protect you or take you home to your precious fiancé.”
Alli clenched her fists in frustration.
“Well we have to do something!” she exclaimed. “I know I wasn’t down there long, but I got to know Rachel. She’s a sweet girl and she really is immune to the effects of the Calm. She’s going to feel every bit of whatever that big, sadistic bastard decides to do to her!”
“Gods…” Kane rubbed his temples. “I had heard there were some humans the Calm didn’t affect but I thought it was a myth. How is this possible?”
“Rachel says the immunity is genetic—it runs in her family.” Alli dropped her voice. “She already had a sister commit suicide because she couldn’t endure the torture one of your countrymen inflicted on her. Please, Kane—isn’t there anything we can do?”
Kane sighed and looked down at his boots for a moment, clearly lost in thought. At last, he looked up.
“There might be,” he said. “But we have to be fucking careful about it. Now listen…”
Twenty-Nine
The feast seemed to take forever, Alli thought impatiently. They were all seated at a long, low table on red and black cushions, the concubines beside their Masters while dish after dish of strong-smelling, spicy food was served.
Not that the concubines got to eat any of it. They were only there to suck their Master’s cocks—literally.
The moment the first course was placed on the table in huge, steaming, silver trays and the servants started dishing it out, there was a general movement all around the table. To Alli’s astonishment, she saw that every Kru’ell One there was taking out his shaft. And every concubine, without hesitation, leaned over her Master’s lap and took him in her mouth.
Kane opened his trousers as well and looked at her meaningfully. Alli would have liked to tell him where to shove his equipment, but they had a plan in place and she knew she had to go along and pretend to be a chastened and obedient concubine.
It wasn’t like she hated sucking him—normally she actually really liked it. When Kane came and gave her his seed, he usually shot it into her pussy, but she’d tasted it as well, many times in their weeks together.
But it was impossible to concentrate on pleasuring him when she knew the awful things that were happening to Rachel up at the head of the table.
The minute they sat, the Overlord had kissed her, thrusting his tongue violently down her throat—clearly he was Stinging her. Rachel had gagged and tried to get away but he held her in place with an iron grip until at last he appeared to be satisfied.
“There, girl,” he said, grinning as he finally released her. “You’ll crave my cum right enough now. Come on and suck me.”
There were tears running down Rachel’s face as she bent her head to his offered shaft. Alli had been forced to look away or she knew she would start crying herself.
We’re going to help her, she reminded herself. I’m going to take care of her if only I get a chance. Oh, please—let me get a chance!
This last part felt like a prayer, though she had never been particularly religious before. She was surprised when she felt a warm presence around her and a strong, feminine voice whispered in her ear,
“Fear not, daughter—a chance will be given.”
“Goddess?” Alli whispered uncertainly. While working on the Mother Ship, she had heard from several of her new friends that the Kindred Goddess spoke to her children, but Alli had never expected to hear the deity herself. Still, who else could it be? Though, wasn’t this the wrong universe? In Kane’s part of the Multiverse the Kindred had been created not by the loving Goddess but by the Cruel Father, so how was she here?
“I am wherever my children need me,” the Goddess whispered in her ear. “Take heart and be ready. You will be given a chance to save the little one.”
Then the voice and the warm, feminine presence were gone but Alli felt a little better all the same. She swore to herself she would be ready and she prayed that in time Rachel would heal from what was being done to her.
But right now, all she could do was try to get through this.
Thirty
“Well, a fine feast as usual, I think you’ll all agree,” the Overlord boomed. “Have we all had our fill of food and feelings? I know I have.”
Reaching