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 Dominic Twenty One (MF, bond)

   "So you are Dominic, huh?"

   Dom stepped toward the shorter thicker version of Ellen and bowed.  "My
queen."

   She lay across the chair as if she had more than just the filmy robe on.
"She said you were a big boy.  I thought my James was tall, but you are
most appealing."

   "Is she well?"

   "She sleeps," Lucy dismissed the question and leaned to an upright
position.

   Her skin was the color milk chocolate with deep black large nipples
pressing out toward him.  Dom sat down at her feet and looked up at her coy
face.

   James moved Dominic to the side and pulled off his shirt.  Lucy's hand
went to his nipple and she caressed his stomach.  He bent down and
presented his neck to her.  She moved his head and kissed his lips.  He let
out a sigh and kissed her back.

   "I accept you."

   "Oh, Lucy.  I love you," he murmured as he sat down with her.

   "As much as you do Ellen?"

   "More, mon cheri."

   "Then why have you not presented my new mate?"

   "My queen, Lucy.  May I present Dominic Severus, my master and mate."

   Dominic looked up at her and nodded.

   "Your mate?"

   "He will be yours if you wish, my queen."

   "Present yourself, dog," she spread her arms to him.

   Dominic took off his shirt and kneeled close to her.  Her smell was
different to the sweet intoxication that was Ellen.  She felt his chest and
ran a hand over his silky black hair.  Her movements pulled him in and he
presented his neck without thinking of the danger.  Her lips were firm and
moist as she sucked the salt from his skin for a short instant.  Her breath
on his skin made him shiver.

   "You are a prime male," she whispered seductively in his ear.  "James
has two daughters.  You must promise not to taint the line.  I will mate
you.  I promise you no offspring.  I may not be satisfied."

   Dom moved away slightly and smiled, "You know that I can satisfy.  You
just do this to keep up appearances.  My bitch doesn't care whether I mount
anyone but him.  He knows full well that I am very capable."

   She grabbed irreverently at his crotch and he obliged with a pull of his
zipper.  He let his cock slide out and greet her thigh.  She felt him and
he closed his eyes at how she coaxed his member to firmness.

   "We are eager to please, are we not?"

   "Whatever you want," was his response to her gentle tugging.

   He kissed her forcefully and didn't bother to take off his pants before
he entered her.  Just as he'd suspected, she was ready and experienced in
the movements to make him come.  He let his first orgasm wet her appetite
then worked to satisfy her.  He drove deep into her gradually as she bucked
under him.  She moaned in a pleasant counterpoint to his grunts.  He felt
her loosen her grip on him as he slid out.  She had a practiced box instead
of Ellen's natural grip.  This gave him room to think about how hard he
wanted to press and how much of him she would enjoy.  James suckled at one
of her breasts as she ran her fingers through his hair.  Her eyes closed
and she purred sweetly in his ear.  Dom slowed the pace and allowed her to
calm down enough for the big try.  His knot would be forming and he wanted
to be sure of the surprise.  He could feel her deciding to beg when he
pulled nearly completely out.  She was his slave before she knew what she
would endure.  Dominic took great pride in the fact that this woman would
be his as much as James was now.  She gripped his forearms in an attempt to
move him closer.  He let out a grunt and James knew exactly what to do. 
The light tongue across the top of his rod excited him even more and he
felt Lucy enjoy James as well.  The man held up her ass as he licked and
sucked at the joining of the two.  When Dominic felt her contracting, he
lunged fully in, pinning James between them.  Dom shoved James aside and
let his knob form deep inside her.  She squealed and tried to back away,
but there was nowhere for her to move.  When she realized she'd be stuck,
her lips curled into a smile.

   "So that's why you came highly recommended."

   "Who's pussy is this?" Dom shoved in just as deep again.

   "Yours, my king.  Oh, definitely yours," she growled as she curved to
grab his ass with both hands.

   *

   "My queen?" A voice nagged at me to wake up.  I felt like I`d been hit
by a thousand volts of electricity.  "We apologize for the interruption of
your sleep.  What are we to do with the dog?"

   I got up and looked down.  There was a red-brown small dog laying on the
floor.  It cowered to the farthest corner.

   "We found him here when we came to check on you.  We've tried to
communicate with him, but he hasn't responded."

   I peered down at the dog's face and said, "What the fuck?  Ron?"

   The cur wagged his tail slightly in acknowledgement of his name, but I
didn't get anything from him.  I concentrated and thought, `Come here and
put a paw on the bed if you understand.'

   The dog looked at me then strolled over submissively.  The paw tapped
the bed lightly and he curled into a ball where he stood.

   When I woke up again, Naron had some tea and an assortment of rolls for
me to eat.

   He informed me, "Your friends have arrived.  Our principle queen
requests an audience with you."

   "My sister is always welcome in her own home.  And so are the boys. 
I'll be strong enough to go soon?"

   Naron tensed, but normally said, "You will be strong enough in a few
days."

   "Good." I tried to ignore the obvious secret.  "Could you get my dog
some food and water?  He's used to eating three times a day.  Have I been
out for long?"

   "No, my lady.  Just for a few days.  Should I get you some clothes for
your visitors as well?"

   "No, I'll just stay in bed, thanks."

   Dominic and James cautiously walked in and looked at her face.

   Ryan bent down and took my hand.  "What happened to you?  You look
totally drained.  Not that that would stop me from wanting you...."

   "Tell it to your bitch, Ryan," I joked back at him.  "Where's Rousseau?"

   Ryan looked wistfully down at Ron and sighed, "He didn't come with us.
He's gone back home.  He left a few days ago."

   I suddenly couldn't breathe.  I thought for sure he'd be there when I
was ready.  We'd all been a group for so long.  I looked over at Ron and
said, "Bastard."

   "I'm sure he'll return.  He didn't seem.."

   "I'm going to sleep now.  Don't worry about it.  Dominic, I'm sure
Jimmy's introduced you to Lucy, so don't bother.  I can smell it on you
like bad cologne.  I'm too tired to do the dance, so..."

   Life at Lucy's pack was very calm.  I barely heard a word from my
friends as I recuperated.  Ron was learning very well how to be the good
dog.  He seemed to be quite happy at times.  I even taught him how to walk
on a leash.  I had just returned from a walk when I heard Lucy talking
about someone she sent for to make things balanced for me.  That was my cue
to go.  There can't be two prime bitches in the same pack.  It would be
ugly once they both went into heat.  I talked to Naron and got a car off of
him.  He said he couldn't guarantee it's reliability.  It didn't matter. 
It just had to get me to the airport.  My reservation was confirmed for
Australia, and I figured they wouldn't go looking for a bitch there.  He
offered to mount me, so that I wouldn't get too restless on the plane.  I
declined, but gave him a quick thrill with my tongue for the offer.  I knew
he'd never be in Lucy's arms again.  It was a shame.  He was nearly as
prime as James.

   The minute I stepped off of the plane, I felt like I was in California.
I'd never been to California, but it felt like what I thought California
would be.  The sun was warm on my face and I took off my heavy coat to stop
from spontaneously combusting and ran into a little old lady who was
struggling with her things.  I offered to help her to a cab, but she looked
at me funny and stomped away.  I didn't look funny.  I had a t-shirt and a
pair of jeans on.

   I felt a hand on my arm and a rough looking man with a badge said, "Come
with me, Miss."

   I was led through what seemed to be a series of offices to a well lit
room with a table and some chairs in it.

   He set me down in the farthest chair from the door and asked, "So, how
much did you lift?"

   "Oh, I'm still black here.  I get it."

   "How much?"

   "I didn't lift anything.  You can check me if you like."

   "Saucy, are we?  I'll have someone do that, if you want.  Later.  You
didn't get off the plane with any bags.  That's odd."

   "I didn't have anything back home I wanted to keep."

   "Like to travel light?  How do you think you'll get a place to sleep? 
You probably don't have a dime on you.  "

   I crossed my legs and leaned toward him with my arms crossed over my
breasts.  He'd been staring.

   "So," I decided to get pissed.  "You want me to go straight to my
embassy?  No, you can't possibly think ..."

   "Shut it," he snapped.  "You're a young woman traveling alone.  I'm
trying to decide if you're a runaway or not.  Are you?"

   I started to laugh in spite of myself, "How can a black girl afford a
trip to Australia?"

   "We've had all kinds, here."

   I leaned onto the table and let my head drop.

   "Tired?"

   "Yes, very," I smiled up at him.  His response was a sigh.

   "You got enough money for a hotel?"

   "Yes."

   "Let me see your book, again."

   I handed over my passport.  "Miss.  No, Ms.  Franklin.  I can only say
that you are a very young looking woman."

   "Well, it has it's disadvantages," I smiled as I waved around me.

   "Let me try this over.  I'm Breck Sworen.  Welcome to Australia."

   I shook his offered hand cautiously.

   "I'll just get you outta here.  Will you be staying in Sidney long?"

   "Yeah," I said, "no.  I haven't decided."

   "This is crazy.  Can I at least make sure you've got a room to sleep off
the jet lag?"

   "No, just let me go, and I'll be fine," I said before I clutched my
stomach and fell to the floor.

   ***

   I opened my eyes in a strange room.

   "Oh, she's awake, is she?  A right looker, yeah?"

   "I wasn't sure whether she'd be alright."

   "I'm fine," I mustered a groan.

   A hand dropped me down, and I looked up at the customs agent that gave
me a hard time.  I jumped away from him and worked to stand.

   "You should stay put.  You probably shouldn't have been on that plane."

   "I just need some red meat.  I've been anemic lately.  Where am I?"

   "She sounds funny, Breck."

   "Shut it, Mike.  Just let her get some air."

   I felt a hand come to my face and I grabbed at it.

   "She's so dark.  Is she like that all over?"

   "Mike, go set up a bath.  I'm sure she'll answer any question you'd like
after she's rested," a voice too close for comfort boomed to my right.  "I
apologize.  They don't see many women here and, he's the idiotic sort. 
I've darkened the room so you can sleep off the lag.  You weren't supposed
to wake for a good ten hours."

   "You drugged me," I queried with my eyes closed.

   "No, it happens to some of you when you get here.  All that light when
it should be the middle of the night can be confusing to your body."

   I felt a pair of hands rubbing my left arm.

   "You're cold.  I'll get you a blanket."

   "No," I snapped as I raised to lean on him.  "How long have I been
here?"

   "A day.  You didn't have an itinerary or anything like that, so I just
let you sleep.  I'm sorry I just brought you here without asking, but you
were stone asleep."

   I struggled to get my eyes open to see that customs guy that blew me a
bunch of shit.  He didn't seem as severe without the uniform.  His
naturally large chest rose and fell under the tank shirt he was wearing as
he allowed me to hold his hand.  He seemed embarrassed to be scrutinized so
I looked around the room.

   "Nice room.  I especially like the little duckies on the wallpaper."

   He laughed, "You can see those?  You've better eyes than me."

   "Feel free to sleep some more if you like.  My brother's a bit stupid at
times so don't mind the first few sentences out of him."

   I lay back into the pillow and tried to figure out why I wasn't taken to
a hospital.  He didn't know me from Adam.  Worse yet, I didn't know him.  I
heard the door open and pretended to sleep.

   "What is that in your sister's bed?" A soft female voice rang out.

   "Ssshh.  You'll wake `er."

   "'Er?  There's a girl in there?"

   "Look, hun.  It's not like she's a native.  She'll sleep it off then
I'll set her loose."

   "I don't want you looking after her.  You've done it before.  You keep
crawling back to me."

   "That's because I love you, babe.  Besides, she's pretty dark.  I like
mine fair and firm."

   A giggle nearly made me jump.  I heard the distinct sound of lips on
flesh.  Well, atleast someone was getting a little something.  When they'd
retired to another room, I opened the window and made the jump down to the
ground quickly.  I stood up and looked for the nearest way back, but I
didn't know where I'd come from.  There were two roads.  Both were as
desolate as a country road.  Where had he taken me?

   "Hey, there!  Breck, man!  She's on the road!" I heard come from the
window above my head.

   I heard the girl's frustration as they fumbled to get to the door.  I
had nowhere to go.  A thin man with shortly cropped blonde hair stepped out
first.

   "Okay, you're alright here.  You should rest.  Now, you've woken up the
town.  Let's get you back to bed, yes?"

   "No," I murmured.  "I want to go to a hotel.  A big one with lots of
Americans in it."

   Breck shoved Mike aside and grumbled, "Don't give me trouble.  I'll take
you in the morning." His fly was still open and the girl behind him tried
to keep her dress straight.

   "Please, I don't want to be here," I said as he moved closer.

   "Now I`m not going to hurt you, but you`ll have to..."

   I planted my foot in his chin and watched the others move away.  I sat
down on his chest with a thump and looked him in the eyes.  He smirked up
at me and said, "That one's free.  You'll have to pay me to fall like that
again."

   I was in heat.  There were no males to soothe me.  I concentrated on the
throbbing of his arteries.  The next thing I knew, he was on top of me. 
Our eyes were locked together for a moment until Mike grabbed my wrists.

   "I promise you, you'll leave for Melbourne tomorrow," I heard as I was
carried back to that bed and given a shot.

   "Wake up there, cherub."

   I sat up and curled my legs under.

   "You sure are a handful, aren't you.  Here are some eggs.  I don't have
but chicken, so I've sent Mike to get you some liver or steak for that
anemia."

   "Why am I not in a hospital, right now?"

   "The same reason you're here with no luggage.  It doesn't take a great
mind to figure out that you're running.  Whoever it is has a long reach if
you run to Australia.  If you get better soon, I'll drop you outside the
airport and you can get on a plane.  By the look of your feet, you'll be
staying for a while."

   I'd totally forgotten I was supposed to bring some ointment for my toes.
They must have been cracked and bleeding by now.  I looked down and they
seemed fine.  Just a bit shiny.

   "I scrubbed em down and put a bit of bag balm on em while you were out.
Are we down with the games?  I'd just like to know, cause you've a pretty
good kick," he laughed.

   Even now, I wanted to rip out this poor man's throat.  I think he sensed
it, because he left for work with me cuffed to the bed post.

   ****

   "Mmm," Lucy smiled as she uncurled from her rest between her two mates.
She suddenly felt naked.  It truly was an odd feeling for her.  She'd been
quite comfortable with her body for a long time.  She ran a nervous hand
over her breasts and sat upright.

   "Where is she?"

   The fear was close as she turned to see a familiar face.  She grabbed up
a sheet and bowed low to Le Rousseau as she said, "OH, it's only you, sir.
I didn't hear you come in."

   "You didn't answer my question, bitch," he calmly rumbled.

   "We told her what you wanted us to.  She left a few days later."

   "Yes, I know.  You can feel her, can't you.  That is your only redeeming
quality."

   Lucy dropped the sheet and stood her tallest as she sniped, "My only
redeeming quality?"

   "You couldn't handle half of what I have to offer, my dear.  That's why
I rejected you the first time."

   Lucy bristled at the insult and looked to Dominic for aid.  His soft
snores gave her no satisfaction.

   "They sleep because of me.  No one will protect you if you answer me
wrong," he yawned as he moved closer to her and held her jaw in his hand.
"A continent, if you would."

   ***

   The drugs gave me such a delightful dream.  I was running far out into
the darkness with my full stride and the wind just cool enough to soothe my
burning lungs.  I was just about to reach some semblance of safety when I
was shaken.

   "Let's get you presentable." Breck dragged me off of the bed and to the
bath.  He dropped me in gently and made sure I didn't drown when I tried to
move myself.  "I'll let it wear off and we'll have a little fun with
Michael, right?"

   How long had I been with these people?  I couldn't remember.  Breck
kissed me as though I shouldn't mind and Mike licked at my wet body after I
was tossed unceremoniously back to the newly made bed.  Breck moved for the
door then turned back to look at me.

   "Oh, I almost forgot."

   He raised my arm and cuffed me back in place.  This time, I was on my
side.  This time.  I remembered being on my stomach earlier, and the smell
of an unfamiliar man nearby.  My nipples stiffened as the water evaporated
from my skin.  Mike rubbed gently all over my body as he renewed the
moisture with his mouth.  I knew I shouldn't be this conscious of what he
was doing.  I was building a resistance to whatever they'd given me.  My
legs moved like pudding as I tried to force him away.  He just hiked up my
leg and shoved two fingers into me.  He smelled my skin and took tiny
nibbles along my breasts as he thrust in and out with no thought of how it
felt to me.  I was still wet from the bath, so he didn't bother to wait
until I was ready.  He hiked my leg up higher and I felt air on the inside
of my vagina as he held me open to look inside.  He shoved my lower leg out
of the way and replaced his fingers with his dick.  Oddly, my pussy didn't
respond.  She'd always gulped greedily at such an invasion.  He rode me
shallowly and quickly with one leg over his shoulder.  He pinched at my
nipples in turn and my little twat started to wake up.  He grunted into my
ear as he moved deeper but not deep enough.  He pumped wildly as I lay
there knowing he wouldn't be satisfying.  When he came inside me, I felt
the splashes on my cervix and it sent a minor tremor through me.  He puffed
tiredly and dropped my leg down as he slid out.  He didn't even bother to
clean me up.  He just left me lying there.  Then, that unfamiliar smell
returned.  I turned slightly and there was a man in the corner of the room.
He'd obviously been there the whole time, because he wiped his cock head
with a tissue.  He looked at me curiously and pulled my legs apart.  I
couldn't respond with rage, because my pussy had just been awakened.  It
needed more than what it got.  This silent figure looked me in the eye and
pulled me fully to my back.  My knees were pulled up to his shoulders and I
was bent nearly double.  I'm flexible like that, so I didn't squeal.  He
penetrated me and closed his eyes.  This wasn't about me.  This was about
his hard cock roaming through my insides.  He moaned desperately as he used
me as quickly as he could.  He gasped into my face as my cunt took control
and showed him who was boss.  His trembling body told me he would be done
soon.  He grunted and let his semen pulse into me.  He didn't caress me or
thank me.  He got up and wiped his cock on a sheet.  I watched him leave
the room.  I couldn't think straight.  I had to have been here for a long
time.  At least a month had to have passed, because I could feel this edge
pulling at the back of my brain.  It was time to get satisfaction or go
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