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  “Hey! New guy! You’re supposed to be repairing furniture!”

  We broke apart reluctantly, and his gaze was soulful as he left. The feeling of his lips on mine lingered for many minutes after the poultry coop door had swung closed behind him.

  Chapter 18

  Hervé

  I was crossing the patio to the place where I was meant to be fixing furniture when a bell began to toll. Commotion broke out, and everyone began moving around the patio, until they all sat at the long tables where we ate. Except it wasn’t food time.

  I had to hand it to them, these ex-slaves were well-conditioned to respond to the sound of that bell. Not wanting to look suspicious, I followed suit, sitting beside Kitty.

  Telicia appeared, flanked by two men with disintegrators. Beside them stood Commander Segue. Everyone was silent as a dozen more men came out. I subtly patted my waistband and felt the two disintegrators I’d taken from the highway raiders the day before.

  “There was a shortfall of six slaves in the last arrival,” Telicia said, her voice shaking. “The men here have agreed to forget about the incident and leave us alone if ten people will volunteer to go with them.”

  “Why ten?” Canem demanded. “And I thought the attacks were random!”

  “We have an agreement,” Segue began. “For each slave that comes here, one gets diverted to my private compound outside the city. However, in the last shipment, I got zero slaves. And four of my men were killed. I am here in person to make it clear this is unacceptable.”

  “Six plus four is ten. It is perfectly reasonable,” Telicia added. I looked around at the escaped slaves. Some were nodding in agreement but most were horrified.

  It all made sense now. Why Segue was helping slaves escape. Why the bombings weren’t being done by the people I thought were responsible... he was getting his own militia to bomb buildings, then getting a separate group to take the slaves.

  But why didn’t he just buy them legally, or import them?

  The only explanation was if he was doing something he didn’t want anyone to know about.

  “Who will volunteer?” Segue demanded.

  “Master? We also have something that might tempt you to reduce the number,” Telicia offered. I inwardly groaned. The stupid woman was going to try and trade Bertrand.

  “Let me see.”

  She sent two women to get Bertrand.

  I closed my hands on the blasters, keeping them under the table so nobody would know. I could take out half of them with very little effort. My gaze met Canem’s, and I saw the determination in his eyes. He was going to fight, too.

  “When I stand up, get under the table,” I muttered under my breath to Kitty.

  “Yes M—” she cut herself off and didn’t offer a corrected answer.

  Bertrand was brought out, looking dirty but otherwise unharmed. Segue eyed him with surprise.

  “Why would that be of interest to me?” he asked. “Looks like a slave, to me.”

  Telicia looked horrified that her plan hadn’t worked. “He is the aide to the Alpha, master.”

  Segue ignored her and addressed everyone else, instead.

  “I predominantly want females. If we get no volunteers, I will pick. You are all only here until I decide I want to be responsible for your upkeep, anyway.” Segue’s plan got more despicable by the minute.

  “Take me,” I bellowed, standing up and pulling the disintegrators out. I shot three of the armed men before Segue even realized what was happening.

  Canem began to fight the man nearest him, and the female slaves mostly just sat there, passively, while this happened around them. I was mildly frustrated that the self-preservation had been trained out of them, it made it hard to protect them. Sure enough, a handful of them got disintegrated when the armed men returned fire. I leapt onto the table, running across its long wooden surface and shooting until I reached Segue.

  “Nice to see you, old friend,” I greeted him sardonically, then I headbutted him in the face.

  “What are you doing?” Telicia screamed. “They’re our protection!”

  “Nonsense. I’m your protection.” I hit Segue again and again until he lost consciousness. We needed him alive to tell us where he had taken the stolen slaves. And I knew Command Central would get behind this, even if their angle would be theft of property rather than humanoid trafficking.

  “What can you do? If you let him live, he’ll come back and take all of us! If you kill him, Command Central will be after us!” Telicia was beside herself.

  “Not going to happen,” I told her. “I’m Alpha. I get a say in these things.”

  She stared at me like I’d lost my mind. I supposed it was a rational response.

  “It’s true,” Bertrand added. “He was investigating something.”

  Telicia emitted a high-pitched shriek then got on her knees, face to the floor, arms outstretched in front of her.

  “Why do they respond like this for me and not you, Bertrand?” I quipped. “Kitty, you can come out, now.”

  Kitty crawled out from under the table and all eyes were on her. I took her hand in mine.

  “I know we have a lot of work to do, but we can’t do it if we’re apart. You belong with me.”

  She looked like she wanted to say something, but she stopped herself, and nodded instead.

  “Then it’s settled. I’ll contact Command Central and get an extraction team to bring everyone back to the city.”

  “Wait, what?” The spell broke and Kitty snatched her hand back. “These are free people, now. They live here. You can’t take them away!”

  “They are vulnerable. Segue isn’t the only person who will try to enslave them and without protection they stand no chance.”

  “They can learn to protect themselves. To defend the commune. Give them protection. Men with disintegrators who are on the slaves’ side for a change.”

  Wow. Kitty really had grown into a feisty little madam while we’d been apart. But I liked her thinking.

  “Does anyone here want to return to the city?” I asked them. No one answered. I think they were too much in awe of me. “Very well. But you don’t stay without protection and a line of communication to the city.”

  “This should become a sanctuary for slaves,” Kitty added quietly. “They need that.”

  “Bertrand, do you still have a communicator?” I asked, intentionally ignoring what Kitty just said, not because I disagreed, but because I had other plans forming for what to do about the mistreatment of slaves.

  “Yes, master.”

  “Call Command Central and get us out of here.”

  * * *

  Kitty

  Fliers arrived within minutes, and everything got surreal. My master was back in his element, in charge of everything in the world. And I was sat beside him. On a chair. I wasn’t being moved around in a pet carrier or treated like an animal. I looked out of the window of the flier and for the first time in my life, I saw what it all looked like.

  When we got back to his home, the first thing my master did was take me back to the training room. It was anticlimactic, in a way, because it seemed like nothing had changed between us. But the undercurrent of tension told me everything had changed. He didn’t tie me down. Didn’t force me to orgasm for his entertainment. He just sat beside me on the edge of the examination table, which re-shaped itself into two seats, and we talked.

  “I’m going to change the laws about slaves. Ensure they have rights. It’s going to be an uphill struggle to convince the masters on this planet, but we will form a new investigation bureau, whose job will be to identify abused slaves and remove them from their masters.”

  I’d expected him to start with his feelings or something. This was... serious. He was going to protect the slaves?

  “Will they be free?” I asked.

  “Simply loosening them into the world isn’t responsible. They’ll become strays; underfed, uncared for, and unable to provide for themselves. We’ve taken the
skills from them that would enable them to survive. And some slaves will want to stay with their masters or find a new master.”

  “Slaves should have a right to leave a bad master,” I said, remembering the horrific things I’d seen at that party of rich people. “And killing a slave isn’t the same as disposing of property. It’s murder.”

  “I know. And I am sorry. It wasn’t until I disguised myself as a slave to take down the resistance that I realized just how difficult and precarious life is for slaves. And how intelligent they are. The education system on our planet teaches all free men and women that slaves brought from other planets are subhuman. That they lack the capacity to be independent. I didn’t like some of the things other masters did, but even I believed what I’d been taught about slaves. Masters need to be re-educated or they won’t understand why things need to change.”

  He leaned over and cupped my face in his hands, gazing into my eyes. I saw sorrow in his. “My job is to make the hardest decisions on the planet. To negotiate with people I hate and ensure order is kept on my planet. And sharing you was the hardest decision I ever made. Can you ever forgive me for the way I treated you? I thought I knew what was best for you. I thought you were little more than a helpless animal—barely sentient.”

  “And what do you think now?” I asked. If he still thought I wasn’t able to think for myself, we had a problem. But from his tone, I doubted it.

  “I’ve seen you out there. Free. You are a capable and intelligent woman. Yes, you have some kitten DNA, like all Felynes, but that doesn’t make you an animal.”

  Well, there was part of me that would always be an animal.

  “I’ve been learning to read,” I admitted. I had never heard anyone say kitties weren’t allowed to become literate, but I’d never come across a kitty who could read, either, so I wasn’t sure how that was going to go down.

  “And walk on two legs.” He was smiling a little, reminding me of a proud parent finding out their child did something new. It was sweet. Although I had to set him straight about the walking thing.

  “I prefer crawling. As soon as I saw you, I wanted to drop to all fours and rub my face against your leg. Only, I couldn’t believe it was you. And I didn’t want to do that in front of someone else.”

  “Did you fuck anyone while you were gone?” he asked suddenly, and his expression darkened.

  “Did you?” I demanded in retort, although inwardly I was quivering at being so pushy, especially when he was clearly having a possessive moment.

  “No. Now answer.”

  “Neither did I. I thought of no one else; I missed you.”

  He kissed me again, making my heart glow with warmth as he claimed me again. It was divine, but I wanted more.

  “If I touch you, you will be mine. Forever. And only mine. You will obey me, and I will cherish your submission and care for you. Choose.” His voice was a growl and it sent chills through my body.

  Chapter 19

  Kitty

  I would be his property once more. His pet. And he would completely control my life, just like before. I suspected it would be different, this time, because he was listening to me, now. He understood I had thoughts, feelings, preferences... I wanted to believe he would give me choices, in the future. But I craved his control more than I ever wanted freedom. I felt like I had been made for him. I could only be his.

  “Please, Master, I want to be your pet. Your kitty,” I meowed. He jumped off the examination table and tore his clothes off. I followed him. Standing on only my two feet, I began unfastening buttons, but he grabbed my shirt and ripped it open. Soon, all our clothing was discarded in a pile of shreds on the floor. The examination table had re-set itself, and he pointed to it.

  “Up there.”

  I obeyed, kneeling on all fours and feeling like myself for the first time in weeks. Walking around on two legs and giving myself a name had served to hide my true nature. But this was who I truly was, and I knew it.

  The first thing he did was cover my ass with lube. At first I thought he was going to fuck me, there, but instead he pressed a plug against my ring of muscle, which stretched painfully but eventually swallowed the plug. When it sent a jolt of electricity through my ass, I squeaked, and realized he’d given me my bionic tail.

  The elation of feeling complete again made me wiggle my ass. I’d only had it for a day, before, but the tail was one of the sweetest, kindest things anyone had ever done for me. I still had nightmares of the day they took my real tail away, and nothing would erase the trauma or pain, but this tail made me feel like a real kitty once more.

  “I want you to wear it at all times unless you’re sleeping or using the restroom. Otherwise, you need my say-so to take it out.”

  I smiled. There was no way I was ever taking my tail out except when biology dictated that I had to. I would wear it every moment of every day if it were possible. “Yes, Master. And thank you. This tail is the most wonderful gift I ever got.”

  He stroked my tail with his fingers and unlike last time, I immediately tuned into the sensation. My mind didn’t seem to need to strain, this time. Even though I’d only used this tail for a day, previously, then been away from it for so long, something in my brain remembered how to listen to my tail. His touch felt incredible. It reminded me of everything I’d given up when I’d been separated from him.

  “Try moving it.”

  I concentrated, trying to lift my tail. It felt heavy, like the part of my brain that needed to do this wasn’t strong enough, and I couldn’t quite seem to make it happen.

  “You will practice every day until your tail moves easily.”

  “Yes, Master.” I would apply myself the same way I had with walking on two legs or learning to read, which was a work in progress.

  “But if I don’t fuck you right now I’m going to implode.” He moved my tail aside. He stroked a long line along my slit, reminding my body who it belonged to, until the wide head of his cock pressed against my opening.

  When he slid into my pussy, I moaned. The fullness was incredible, especially with the plug in my ass, and his cock elicited tingles as he slid it in deeply.

  He slid out a little, and I thought he might go easy on me since we hadn’t done anything in weeks and this was my first time with both my holes filled, but he had other ideas. He fucked me hard, his thrusts relentless as he held my hips. All the long, lonely weeks of separation were expressed through his movement. He had missed me just as much as I had missed him. His cock nudged against the plug as he took me, and I’d never felt so filled in my life. His strength was limitless, reminding me why he was in control of the whole planet, and his cock reached deep into me, touching places that glimmered with delicate light.

  I was complete again for the first time since we’d been parted. The arousal from his rough, primal fucking was deeply satisfying, but the warmth in my heart grew so strong it overshadowed it.

  His hands on my hips made me feel owned, more than the tail in my ass. For a while, the only sound was his balls slapping against my clit as he commanded my entire body.

  “Who does this belong to?” he asked as he swatted my ass with a loud crack.

  “You, Master,” I breathed.

  “Who do you obey?”

  “You, Master.”

  “Who decides when you come?” His hand seized the back of my neck again, pressure being exerted in a way that reminded me of the orgasm control training he’d put me through. I hadn’t thought I was close enough, yet, but now his touch reminded me of the times he’d forced me to come in the past, while he’d held me exactly like this.

  “You, Master.”

  His hand squeezed harder. “Come, Kitty.”

  I tumbled. The pressure inside me exploded. I threw my head back, bucking my spine as he continued fucking me. I felt him release my neck as I cried out, and he gripped my hips again while he drove into my pussy harder, faster, until he stiffened. The only outward sign that he’d come was a quiet sigh of satisfact
ion. Even in this moment, he was always in control.

  Afterwards, he pulled out but let me keep my tail while he held me tightly.

  “Who do you belong to?” he asked again, as if my answer might have changed in the last two minutes.

  “You, Master.”

  “Good Kitty.”

  I decided this was the moment to go out on a limb and tell him how my heart was soaring at being with him again. “I love you, Master.”

  He squeezed me, making the same noise he made when he ate something truly delicious. “I love you too, Kitty. My life was dull and meaningless before I got you. As soon as I knew there was a chance you were alive, I was prepared to tear this planet apart to find you, again.”

  It was one of those rare moments when he was opening up to me about the depth of his feelings. I wanted to reply with something that showed I cared about him that much, too, but my body had other ideas. His voice seemed to fade away as I closed my eyes for a moment and found myself fast asleep.

  I felt safe, with him, in a way I’d never felt at the commune. He was my master and he would always protect me. When we had gotten lost and separated, he had found me and brought me back. And most importantly, we had both changed and grown while we were apart.

  He respected my thoughts and opinions, now, and I was glad he didn’t feel threatened by the fact I’d learned so much while I was gone. He was going to help slaves become safe and happy. I was going to read a whole book one day.

  I was certain the women of the commune wouldn’t completely understand why I’d chosen to go back to my master and let him own me again. But it made perfect sense to me. Any true definition of freedom had to include freedom to be treated like a slut by my master.

  * * *

  Hervé

  While Kitty slept, I wanted nothing more than to stay with her, but there was one last thing I needed to do. Once she was breathing peacefully, I slipped out from behind her and quietly left the training room. She would get her own room, in the main house, soon.