Dream Captive

Dream Captive
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ISBN:  9781780800028
Author:  Reese Gabriel
Word Count:  72,442
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Caralissa's ConquestCaralissa's Conquest
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Marcellus beheld the nude, golden-haired beauty spread-eagle on his bed. She was the very picture of male fantasy; her upturned bottom unbranded, unscarred, helpless to every predation; her back, virgin to the cat or long whip; her pussy, untouched by any mortal. The bonds that held her, silken cords from the boudoirs of the Talassian imperial court, only heightened the arousal factor. A lesser man would have taken his fill by now, claiming her maidenhood as his own. Marcellus, however, had a greater purpose. Or perhaps it was a lower one, more ignoble even than the potential ravishing of a captive nymph…

Tesra has spent her entire life on the Isle of Dreams, where no man has ever set foot. As a seer, Tesra is given to visions more valuable than gold, but when the daring pirate captain Marcellus steals her from her bath one morning, she learns quickly that she herself is just one more possession in the eyes of men.

After laying his strap upon her shapely buttocks to teach the blonde beauty her place, Marcellus takes her to his ship. Thrown into the hold with a bevy of jealous slave girls and faced with the cruel lusts of her kidnapper and his crew, Tesra soon finds herself forced to submit to the very depths of her being. Marcellus happily manipulates her, using her foresight to gain treasure, though unbeknown to both of them a powerful emperor is watching and biding his time. He wants the seer for his own and he will stop at nothing to obtain her.

Can Tesra ever hope to win back her freedom against such odds, or will she remain forever the Dream Captive?

Tesra slipped gracefully through the pale blue waters, her slender body arcing its way towards the surface of the rock encrusted pool. Eyes closed, she invoked Persistrata, goddess of inner dawn, mother of all who see what is yet to be. What the golden-haired nymph could not see, however, was the presence of another form, large and powerful beneath her, closing fast to intercept.
   They met at the waterline. Intending to scream, Tesra opened her mouth, but a hand quickly clamped over it.
   'Do not resist,' said the deep-voiced creature, holding her from behind in a grip of iron. 'There is no escape. If you understand me, nod.'
   Tesra bobbed her head, eyes wide in fear and shock.
   'You must draw a deep breath,' said her captor. 'Enough to carry you to the bottom and beyond. If you obey me we shall both live, if not, we shall both die. Nod if this, too, you understand.'
   Again Tesra acknowledged, though in truth she understood nothing. What sort of being was this - strong like a beast and yet able to speak as a human? Could this be a member of the other half of her own species, the ones she had never before seen but whom she knew from her teachers were called men? If so, it had no place on the Isle of Dreams - none at all. And what was his intention, this mad beast-man, in dragging her down to the bottom of the sharp-edged Pool of Reflection - and beyond? It was suicide!
   Treading water to keep them afloat, the talking beast wrapped her midsection tightly with a cord, the other end of which was attached to his own. 'This is our lifeline,' he told her. 'As you see it is relatively thin. If you have deities to whom you pray, I suggest you do so now. We dive at the count of three.'
   'Wise Persistrata,' she called in voice unspoken. 'Spare me. Descend from your high clouds and give me rescue.'
   'One,' pronounced the insane man-creature with utter calm. 'Two. And three.'
   Tesra was pulled like a toy doll, her lithe body sucked down as if by a stone. Her first instinct was to resist, but she saw quickly what he meant about their fates being tied, for if she were to pull upward against him they would drown somewhere between the top and bottom.
   But where could he be taking her, except to certain death?
   The man was a fast swimmer and Tesra added the motions of her own arms and legs, conveying them knife-like at a steep angle of descent towards the far edge, where the rock floor met the wall. The reds and blues and greens of the jagged crystal surface loomed ever closer and Tesra was certain they would be cut to ribbons. At the last possible second, however, nearly in the teeth of the deadly shards, the man held out his fist, upon which was a single ruby ring. The light from this ring reflected onto a long crystal of equally brilliant red. There was at once a shaking of the entire pool and a loud rumbling sound. Impossibly, the rocks along the wall began to slide aside, as though they were not a fixed barrier but some doorway.
   The opening was just large enough to allow them through. There was water in the tunnel and Tesra was terrified because she did not know how she could hold her breath much longer. The man pulled her as she lagged, dragging her onward, just in time as the rocks crashed closed once more behind them. The tunnel was rounded and very narrow. The rock was a dark color, decorated with various tiny jewel-like stones of many different colors. There was also writing, the ancient hieroglyphics of the First People, who came in the Time Before Time.
   Tesra had never dreamed of the existence of such a tunnel beneath her island. Had her teachers kept the knowledge from her and the other initiates into the sisterhood? Or was it possible even they did not know? Doubling her effort, desperate to convey them forward, Tesra wriggled her body in the cold water, like a dolphin or one of the other sea creatures she loved. Time was running out. She saw no end ahead and she was already feeling the build up of dead, poisonous air in her lungs. By the goddess she must make it - she must!
   The world was going black. So, tired. Let me rest, she thought. Let me sleep, if only for a moment.
   Then, in the midst of the agonizing silence came a rushing roar, like an underwater wind pulling them upward into the light. Tesra opened her starved lungs and tasted precious oxygen. Waters were circling about them, as if to greet the weary travelers. They had surfaced! Again the man took her by the waist, pulling her forward, this time onto the sandy shore of what looked to be an underground river.
   Tesra clawed at the gritty surface, gasping on hands and knees.
   'There is no time to rest,' he informed her, already on his feet, seemingly unaffected by the ordeal. 'We must make haste to my ships.'
   Tesra beheld him, climbing behind an outcropping, seeking to pull something large from behind the jagged, red and blue stones. The man was at least six foot tall, with powerful arms and shoulders and an iron chest, far larger and harder looking than her own. His biceps were massive; the heavy muscles marked with inked designs, creatures whose names she did not know. His legs were equally imposing, like those of a horse or verr-beast. Most curious of all was the animal skin covering his midsection, very short and concealing his groin area. There appeared to be something beneath it, protruding. From the little that she knew there were certain physical differences in the male and female of the species, but that they were of no import to higher developed beings such as the sisterhood.
   She herself had a depression between her own legs, through which she eliminated liquid waste. Among lower creatures this was an entry point for seminal fluid, to pollinate the feminine womb. Such fluid came from the projecting organs of the male through an action of thrusting, or rutting. It was said to be pleasurable, though Tesra had no interest, having been born parthenogenically, like all the seers, through the power of the goddess.
   'Your ships?' Tesra rose to her feet, the impact of his words sinking in. 'You intend to take me from here?'
   'You are my captive,' he confirmed, pausing to shake out his mane of hair, long and dark and wet. 'What else would you expect?'
   Tesra took a step backward, bare heels pressing into the sand. Could she make a run for it?
   'No person may take another captive,' she informed him. 'That is the law.'
   The man's back was turned now, the awesome muscles fully engaged in the overwhelming task of pulling a concealed wooden boat down to the water. 'Women's law,' he grunted in response. 'Not men's law.'
   'There is only one law.' Tesra took another step backward. Was she fast enough to outrun him? 'Pray to the goddess if you are in doubt.'
   'I have no goddess,' he said. 'And if I were you, I would stand still from this point forward.'
   Tesra raised her head haughtily. 'I will not be commanded by anyone, let alone a man-creature.'
   She watched him push the boat to the very edge of the gurgling, foamy white water. 'Get in,' he told her.
   'No,' she defied. 'I will not.'
   The man-beast drew from his waist a leather binding strip. 'Get in the boat,' he repeated.
   'What do you intend to do with that?' she wanted to know.
   His answer came in graphic form. Quick as lightning he seized her wrist and forced her down. Positioning himself on one knee he drew her across his knotted thigh.
   'What are you doing?' she cried, squirming fiercely against him. 'How dare you?'
   'I am Marcellus, King of Pirates,' the man-beast introduced himself, the belt doubled in his fist, his arm poised high overhead. 'As my captive you are compelled to obey me under threat of punishment.'
   Tesra screamed as hot leather seared the unblemished cheeks of her soft pink bottom.
   'Remove your hands,' ordered Marcellus as she tried to cover her exposed skin. 'Or it shall go worse for you.'
   She lowered her arms and he struck her again, even more viciously than before.
   'Please,' she begged. 'You are hurting me.' Tesra had never known pain, not like this. Once she had cut her leg on the rocks and another time she burned herself, but this was persistent and deliberate.
   'That is the point,' Marcellus replied, letting loose the strap yet again. Fire radiated through the young woman's body. She wept and wailed, but he did not seem to care, either for her suffering or the noise she was making. This fact caused her to fear even more, that perhaps they were in a place so remote that already she was too far from her people to be helped by them.
   'No more,' she cried. 'I will obey you.'
   Thrice more for good measure he struck her. 'Get in the boat,' he said simply, releasing her.
   Tesra, sniffling, choked back fresh tears as she scurried across the sand, and it was only as she stood in the boat that she saw a new problem. 'I cannot sit; it will hurt too badly.'
   'That is not my problem,' said Marcellus, King of Pirates, thrusting the boat completely into the river. 'I am not the one who disobeyed.'
   Tesra shrieked as the momentum upended her, landing her flat on her inflamed buttocks on one of the two weathered boards that served as seats. 'You are a monster,' she protested as he jumped in after her, taking the other seat, his body facing hers.
   'No more or less than any man.' He seized the oars, one in each hand, propelling the small craft forward down the snakelike waterway...

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