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Emily chewed her lower lip as her sister frowned at her. “I’m not comfortable doing this, Em.” “He’s just so confused. I’d rather just help him find his family. We really don’t need to involve the authorities,” Emily argued. Truth was she was terrified the FBI or CIA would show up and haul him away to dissect him or something. She was almost convinced he wasn’t from Earth…as crazy as that sounded. “He’s a stranger. You’re not safe having him around. You don’t know what he’s capable—“ “Oh, Emma, really?” she scoffed, lowering her voice when a few of the nurses looked their way. Emily turned so that they wouldn’t see her and lowered her voice almost to a whisper. “He’s been so docile and compliant the whole time he’s been here.” Emma crossed her arms and cocked a brow. “Emily, he throws himself to the ground to kneel every time a female goes into his room. He gets a hard-on whenever one touches him.” Emily’s face heated. He’d gripped the rails of the bed, spread his legs, and arched his back invitingly the last time she gone in…this morning. She’d gaped for the longest time, shocked more by the deep longing that had gripped her innards. “Rio is staying too. But I know he won’t do anything. Please, Emma. I just want to help him.” The door to Red’s room opened. Rio looked out and nodded to Emily. “All dressed and ready. It took a little longer than I expected.” Rio shoved his hands into his jeans, his cheeks growing red. “He acted like he’d never seen clothing before, and he’s not too happy to be so covered up either.” Emily bit her lip and walked past Rio. The hospital staff had nicknamed him Red because of his hair. He sat on a chair by the bed with one foot up staring at the black Timberland boot Rio had loaned him. His amazing eyes rose to meet her. Immediately the boot went down with a thud and his fingers turned white from gripping the armrests so tight. His eyes widened, staring at her. At least he didn’t try to kneel at her feet. He was beginning to realize that kneeling at women’s feet, though charming, was unacceptable. Her smile wavered when he dipped his head so that a curtain of red silk slid forward to hide his ruined cheek. His lip jutted out in an adorable pout. Rio had dressed him in dark jeans, with a deep hunter green turtleneck. Emily had a black jacket for him with her and a plaid scarf. It was freezing outside. “Are you ready to go?” she smiled sweetly when he looked up from beneath dark lashes. Rio stepped up next to her and took the jacket. “I’ll put it on him. He won’t know what it’s for.” Emily gaped at Rio. “Um…what do you mean?” What Rio had said when he opened the door to Red’s room replayed itself in her mind. “Oh.” Rio pulled Red to stand. He towered over Rio by a few inches and stood perfectly still as Rio pulled the jacket up his arms. “I had to dress him, Em. He just looked at the clothes like he didn’t know what they were for.” Emily didn’t know what to say. How could a grown man not know about clothes… or how to dress himself? A male nurse walked in with a wheelchair. Red looked confused but sat in it. Emily wrapped the scarf around his neck aware of his intent gaze on her face. The swelling around his eyes had gone down, but the bruises were still pretty horrific. Emma’s husband, a plastic surgeon had reopened the wound on his face and resealed it properly to make the scar as minimal as possible. Emily looked up, unable to resist. He was still so beautiful, those gorgeous vivid green eyes full of so much fear, confusion…vulnerability. He had every single member of the staff literally in love with him because of that quiet vulnerabilty and heart stopping beauty. As they wheeled him out of the room, the nurses lined the corridors with sweet smiles. “Take care, Red.” “Come back and visit.” One came over and slid her hands affectionately through the heavy fall of crimson tresses. Emily bit down the surge of jealousy she felt when the tall busty blond slid a small paper into his hand. “Call me,” she whispered loudly into his ear before giving Emily a smug smirk. Emily just shoved her hands into the pockets of her thick grey coat, looking away as she felt her cheeks heat. She was accustomed to that. When she’d started gaining weight, the looks she’d get from other women whenever she went out with her husband Mark. She knew what they were thinking. How could such a chubby insignificant female like her be with such a god of masculine virility like Mark. Rio snorted. “Well, that couldn’t have been any more unprofessional.” The girl’s face blanched and she took a step back, as they continued forward. Rio gave her a hard glare as he wrapped his arm around Emily. Emily nibbled her lip as Rio called Joyce on his cell and told her they were on their way down. Red kept his head down, the paper the nurse had given him clutched in his fingers. As she watched, he lifted his other hand and touched his face, fingers gliding over the long gash. He let out a shuddering sigh and his head dropped lower. “Was he given something for pain?” she asked the male nurse, worry over Red’s discomfort making her heart clench. “He should be good for a few hours. Your sister gave you his meds?” Emily nodded, pulling the strap of her purse higher up on her shoulder. She had an arsenal of pills in her purse and, thankfully, Emma had written out a specific schedule for their administration. Emily sighed out through her nose. Emma had also given her several syringes with heavy sedatives. “If he so much as looks at you the wrong way, just shoot him with this stuff. He’ll be out long enough for you to call the cops.” Emily bit her lip, looking down at her new charge. He was so quiet and still. What surprises would he unleash in the next few days? And eventually what was she going to do with him? * * * Red Passion stirred from a deep drugging slumber and blinked up at a white ceiling in confusion. His face hurt, but other than that, he felt surprisingly good. He turned his head and escort avcılar blinked. Soft sunlight filtered in through gauzy curtains illuminating a room with cream colored walls with light blue stripes. Further sleepy inspection showed dark, gleaming wood furniture. The bed he lay upon had four thick wood posters. Red stared at them a moment. Would she tie him up to those posters? Would she pull his limbs tight until he couldn’t move and then tease him to the brink of oblivion before impaling herself on his cock and fucking herself to ragged completion? Or would she straddle his face…? Red sat up with a groan. A mirror at the foot of the bed over a tall dresser showed him the truth. His eyes had dark bruises around them, his lip was spilt on the right side, and the left side of his face bore Kiss’s slash. He was a total ruin. Even when the bruises faded, there was still that slash down his face. What Mistress would want such a hideous pet? His vision blurred. And yet he was still alive. When they left the strange structure with its many beds, blipping machines, and strange scents, he’d been wheeled out into a terrible cold world. White ice draped everything. He’d never seen the likes of so much cold and ice. It had been terrifying. They’d taken him to a transport that, instead of hovering soundlessly over the ground was perched upon four black circles and made a low humming noise. The blond male and Mistress had ushered him into the transport and he’d been shocked when the Mistress slid into the back seat with him. In the front of the transport sat another Mistress. Her skin was dark like Mistress Azana’s, and she was big too, more like the females of the southern hemisphere of Utuduo. Bewildered, he sat up in the large sumptuous bed, the memories slowly coming to him. Someone had changed his garments. He lifted the thick blankets that covered him to peek. He wore a soft white tunic now with another garment similar to the one he wore earlier that wrapped around and between his legs. It seemed that all of the citizens of this new land favored this particular garment. The ones he wore now were the color of the sky. He looked at the doors, one to his left, and another at the end of a short corridor to his right, past mirrored panels. He vaguely remembered how he got here. The male had half carried him up a flight of stairs…and then he remembered nothing more. He frowned and tried to go back in his mind to what happened after leaving the first structure he’d awakened in. They’d guided the transport through winding roads. Tall trees covered with a blanket of white had lined either side of the road and magnificent mountains lined the view to either side. It was quite beautiful, alien, and savage. After a while he had relaxed, or rather just accepted his unsure fate. What was he now? Pet? Slave? Worker? They’d arrived at a strange but pretty dwelling. It was two stories high and had many shining windows reflecting the lush wilderness all around. A strange furry creature had bounded out of the dwelling as soon as the door opened. It jumped and yapped and licked his hands in apparent glee until the blond Mistress scolded it. Her voice, the stern strong command for the animal to behave had his cock shooting to attention. His heart had hammered in his chest and the longing to fall to her feet, beg to be leashed and commanded almost had him swooning. They’d removed part of his clothing. He’d wanted to be stripped bare, but they’d only made him sit in a plush throne-like chair by a crackling fire and then, much to his utter shock, began feeding him. The blond Mistress had planted a platter on his lap and had fed him tidbits. He’d caught sight of the furry creature and its collar as well as the shiny chain around the blond male’s throat. His anxiety had ratcheted higher. Would he get a collar…or a chain? What was the significance between the two? What was he supposed to do to earn one? What did they want of him? He’d been pulled, terrified, into an eating area, and made to sit amongst them. It was unheard of. Males? Sitting with Mistresses to eat? Was he supposed to feed himself? Slaves had always fed him before, bathed and dressed him, unless the Mistress wanted to watch him be naughty and bathe himself. Red had practically hyperventilated at the table when urged to pick up a dangerous looking utensil to eat. What if it were a test? What if they cut his hands off for daring to touch a weapon? They continued to speak to him, but he didn’t understand their language. It all became too much to bear, and he’d fallen to his knees beside the blond Mistress and buried his face in her fragrant lap. “Please,” he whispered, shaking in terror. “Have mercy on me. Whip me, flog me, anything. Just get it over with.” It had been pretty gutsy of him, something he’d never done before. He’d never dared be disobedient and force punishment on himself before. He’d always been so careful to avoid it, but the agony of waiting, not knowing what was expected of him was driving him insane. She’d been stiff and behind them was much commotion. He’d jumped in surprise when something sharp pierced his arm and then the world grew fuzzy. He had let his body go lax against her, and breathed past his terror. Tentatively, her fingers had found their way into his hair and he’d felt lulled by her show of affection. He hadn’t fucked up too terribly yet…much to his astonishment. And then he’d awakened here. The bed coverings became a point of interest for him. They were cream colored with tiny blue dots all over. He brought the blankets that covered him up to his nose and sniffed. It had a very peculiar, but pleasant scent. The dark columns rising out of each corner of the bed drew his attention again. Red Passion’s cock sprung to life thinking of the strange tiny little Mistress with the hair like sunlight. She wore so much clothing it made him wonder what treasures she had hidden beneath. He rarely ever escort bahcesehir saw females with her coloring, though he knew Utuduo was full of off worlders. He’d heard their queen had a mane of red hair much like his, and that her skin was the color of milk and honey. His thoughts drifted back to the small Mistress who’d been by his side during the past moon cycles. She was small and curvy. He could tell that her breasts were big and round as well as her ass. Would her pussy be plump also? Tight, hot, wet, making him fight to keep from coming? Would she deny him his pleasure? Make him beg and pant for release? Red’s toes curled at the ache in his groin. He was fully erect, the tip of his cock already weeping with desire. His hand came up to the left side of his face. Would she want me with this? I’m ugly now. On Utuduo the most humane thing to do was to euthanize a ruined pet. What other use would an ugly male have, slave, pet, worker, or otherwise? He felt confused as to why they were continuing to keep him alive although the thought of death frightened him even more, especially now that he was fully awake and coherent. It would have been so much easier when he’d been delirious and in agony. The door opened and the pretty blond Mistress peered in. She gave a little jump when she saw him sitting up, but smiled and walked in. Her voice was gentle when she spoke while her furry beast trailed behind her, with its tongue lolling out. She came to the edge of the bed and sat beside him. She said something else, patted her abdomen, and then remained looking expectantly at him. Red let his gaze slide up her figure, liking the way the tunic clung to her lush curves. When he reached her face, she was blushing. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me, Mistress,” he told her in a low voice, still not accustomed to speaking to anyone but Mistress Azana without permission. Would this new Mistress spoil him too? Did he belong to her now? Or the other big dark-skinned Mistress that sometimes accompanied her. Did they both own him? Again, she spoke and gestured to her mouth. Red shook his head slowly, feeling uneasy. “I don’t understand. I’m sorry.” She rose, with a smile, making gestures with her hands and walked out of the room. The beast bounded out after her. Red remained blinking at the open doorway, unsure of what to do. Was he supposed to just stay in the bed? He crossed his ankles, and hugged his arms over his chest, looking around. There were paintings on the walls of mountains and clouds. A dark rectangular panel sat upon a table in the far left corner of the room, and farther left was another narrow table with a single chair that had tiny wheels at its base. The blonde woman returned carrying a yellow object in her hand. It almost looked like a phallus. Red clenched his butt cheeks wondering if she was going to play with him. He never did get used to having his ass fucked, but if that made her happy, he’d bend over for her and make the appropriate sounds of satisfaction. His Mistress’ pleasure was his duty. She sat upon the bed and proceeded to peel the skin-like covering off. What she uncovered reminded him of a cock. Okay, so that wouldn’t be so hard to take up his hole. It looked smooth, and thin, but he hoped she’d let him wet it with his mouth before trying to push it into him. The Mistress smiled, her fingers going to the tip of the toy. Red’s eyes went round when she ripped off the tip. He almost slammed his hands protectively over his own cock as he stared at her. Punishments that involved hurting a man’s cock were worse than death. Her smiled waned. Red swallowed. “Please… not my cock. I’ll do whatever you want.” She spoke; words spilled from her lips in a gentle tone. Lifting her fingers, she offered him the piece she’d broken off. Red thought he’d become ill as he opened his mouth obediently and allowed her to slip the torn tip inside. He brought his teeth down on the bite in his mouth. His tongue rolled the sweet morsel around, continuing to chew. With relief, he realized that it was some type of food and not some poor boy’s cock. She kept repeating something slowly, as if coaxing him to replicate the sound. He watched her lips carefully and mimicked her actions, then tried to pronounce the alien word. Red pressed his lips together. “B…” he said, his brows furrowing, “ba…” She repeated the sound while he touched his tongue to his palate. “Baaa-nnna-nna.” She laughed, her blue eyes sparkling, and then she did something wondrous. Red’s mouth dropped open at the feel of her arms going around his shoulders, holding him tight against her. The Mistress hugged him. Red Passion closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her warmth. He rested his hands lightly on her arms, feeling his joy soar at having pleased her. “Banana,” he repeated in an awed whisper. She fed him banana, and now she showed him affection. His heart thumped against his ribs at the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest, and her soft scent filling his nostrils. * * * Now she knew how a mother felt the first time a child spoke his first word. She was so happy, she was close to tears. Red sighed, his hands on her arms. He felt good against her, his warmth, his scent, the feel of his body… God, his hair is so soft. She let her hands run down its length until the distinct feel of the swell of his ass filled her palms. “Sheknia,” he breathed. Emily’s eyes blinked open. What was she doing? He was still convalescing—and here she was copping a feel. She pulled away, her face flaming. Standing abruptly, she tucked a stray lock behind one ear, unable to meet his gaze. “Dinner’s almost done. Maybe you’d like to shower before eating?” Placing the uneaten half of the banana on the nightstand by the bed, she turned to rummage through the dresser by the door. Finding warm sleepwear for him, she gestured for him to come to her. Red slipped out from under the comforter and padded behind her as she beylikdüzü escort led him into the adjoining guest bathroom. The mid-sized room was similar to hers, though a bit old fashioned with white tiles and a claw-foot tub. Only the vanity was relatively new. She’d found the antique dresser at a garage sale and had it refurbished. Her eyes traveled proudly over the pretty color scheme in this bathroom; shades of indigo, cream, camel, and hunter green. “The faucets open up pretty much the same here as in the hospital. Right is cold, left hot, pull up this lever for the shower. You can use these towels and I’ll just put your clothes here for when you finish.” Emily placed the flannel drawstring pants and long-sleeved t-shirt on the vanity. “When you’re done undressing…” The words died on her tongue as she gaped. Red was just stepping out of his pants, completely naked. Emily’s eyes drank in his beauty. His sinews flowed and rippled underneath skin that looked as soft as rose petals. As she watched, stunned into silence, his cock became erect, lifting to his taut belly. There was no lust in his eyes, only adoration as he went down on his knees, his arms lifting up in offering. His voice was soft, a sighed plea. He bowed his head, ribbons of scarlet flowing over his shoulders to pool in his lap. Emily’s eyes bulged more. He was offering himself to her… again. Though he’d made no move to touch her, she was still terrified. Here she was, alone in her guest bathroom with a perfect stranger—a perfectly naked, gorgeous stranger, fully aroused and offering himself to her on his friggin knees. Emily began to salivate, her eyes going over every single inch of exposed flesh. She felt herself begin to throb with delicious desire. What was she thinking? She didn’t know this man. And Rio was downstairs, within earshot. She bit her lip and turned the shower on for him. Hoping he’d get the hint, she raced from the bathroom. * * * Red closed his eyes in misery when he heard the door click shut. Opening his eyes, he stared at his erection. His new mistress clearly had no intention of using him as a pleasure pet. He would have to become accustomed to his new status and stop acting like one. But what was he? He rose, doing his best to avoid looking at his reflection. She’d put out fresh clothing for him and the sound and scent of water beckoned. While in the other place, he’d been tended to and bathed. He looked at the cascade of water before stepping into it. Various bottles in an array of colors sat a metallic basket hanging over the edge of the tub. In Mistress Azana’s palace, domestic slaves bathed the pleasure pets in large pools within the males’ stable. Since he’d been her prime pet, he had his own private tub in her rooms, and she usually bathed him herself, indulging in teasing him to fevered pitch. Red pouted with a dejected sigh. Not only would he need to tend to his hygiene himself, but it seemed like he’d be relieving himself solo as well. Red cleansed his body and hair, dried himself with the big soft cloth she’d left for him, and then pulled on the garments she provided, remembering the order of placement the blond male had used. First, the small stretchy thing that covered only his genitals and ass, and then a second covering that covered all that and his legs too. Strings hung in the back. Since he had no idea what they were for he left them alone. This garment seemed almost too big for him and kept sliding down his ass. Tugging the soft tunic over his head, he pulled out his tangled wet hair. He tried to arrange it with his fingers but gave up after a while with a frown. His hair was a tangled wet mess. He stared down at his body. Being so covered still felt alien to him. Before, all he’d ever worn were his collar and cock ring. Now the only thing still worth looking at, his body, was all covered up. Perhaps the Mistresses of this world like covering their pets up to tease them with the constant rub of fabric over their skin. Make them yearn more. Red shuddered, pulling the garment over his ass again when it slipped over his hips. Now what? He had no idea what his new duties were. The scent of food drew him. He padded down the stairs to the cooking galley he’d been in earlier. The Mistress was preparing a meal. He watched her, burning with curiosity, but afraid to move any farther than the doorway. Why was she cooking? Where was Rio? Didn’t she have any other slaves to prepare meals? The other dark-skinned Mistress was gone too. Perhaps Rio was the other Mistress’ pet. Could this Mistress be too poor to own slaves or pets? Red quelled the curl of excitement that pulled at his loins. That’s why she kept him. It was certainly better to have a damaged pet than to not have one at all. He touched his face, feeling the long gash along his cheek. He would do his best to make her forget his ugliness… at least he hoped he could. He was very talented in the art of sex. His cock began to fill, but the memory of her reaction to him in the bathing room had it flagging again. No. She wasn’t attracted to him. Why would she be? Even he couldn’t stand to look at his own face. She turned and jumped with a start. For a moment, he felt fearful she would become angry, but her pretty lips curled with a smile before turning back to her task. She spoke, and then gestured for him to sit at the table. Red obeyed, slipping down into the chair he occupied earlier. She placed a steaming plate of food before him, and then sat in the chair next to his. As he nibbled on the food she’d given him, he watched her feed her furry beast. Smiling and talking to it with great affection. Jealousy left a bitter taste in his mouth. His gaze dropped to his plate with a sigh, fantasizing of sitting at her feet while she fed him bits of food. He would lick her fingers, then her thighs… Red jolted out of the fantasy and stared at her wide-eyed. Stars above, he’d groaned. What would she think of him? “I’m sorry, mistress,” he breathed, looking down at his plate, chagrined. He heard her speak to him, but was too embarrassed to look back up at her. From the corner of his eye, he saw her nibble her lower lip. She returned to eating, casting him glances every so often.

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