Chapter 8 #2
His muscles moved in a beautiful ripple.
And he had no tattoos. Just scars. Lots of scars.
Like her. Sasha liked that. She couldn't say why, but those scars were attractive enough to tempt her into leaving the tent so she could touch them, trace the interruptions in the velvet of his dusky, glowing skin.
The flex of his bottom, the smooth movement forward and back, almost a glide, mesmerized her.
What did his face look like? Would she see his pleasure in his eyes, his mouth, the flare of his nostrils? Would his sharp cheeks be flagged in color? What was his cock doing to the woman in front of him?
Sasha knew what brothel sex looked like. The education had been unwanted.
Yet her mouth watered at the thought of Kane educating her.
He knelt on the floor. Behind him, hands running over the sculpted muscles of his back, bottom and legs, pressing herself against him, was the blonde.
His hips moved forward and back into a woman on all fours in front of him.
Sasha could see a brunette head, long hair flowing, between his slightly spread thighs, pressing up, doing something.
Beside him, also on all fours, knees bent, there was another female, her butt in the air, his thick fingers moving there.
That woman—the redhead, had her face awkwardly bent into the crotch of a fourth woman.
Both that woman’s hands were holding fistfuls of silky, red hair, forcing the redhead's face close and using her for her pleasure.
Sasha saw a fourth woman, the only woman turned in Sasha's direction.
That woman’s black hair shone blue in the light, the ends draped over her delicate shoulders to curl around the tips of full breasts.
They bounced and swayed as she moved her hips into the redhead's face.
Her waist dipped inward in an enviable curve to become perfectly rounded hips, the classic hourglass shape of a mature omega breeder.
Bella.
Bella met Sasha's eyes and smiled, a subtle curl of her plump, wet lips. Her eyes glittered.
Nope. Sasha really didn't like Bella.
She dropped the curtain, scrambled back to the bed, and pulled the pillows over her head to block out the pleasure sounds. It didn't help.
Exhausted from the day before, she drifted, unable to fully sleep with the activity just beyond her bed, but so worn out that she wasn't awake either.
There were moans and whimpers, pleas and begging, followed by satisfied exhalations of “yes, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming!” It was beautiful and lewd at the same time, and utterly inescapable.
*
Kane was in there for hours. Every time he spoke, some place on Sasha’s body would twinge as if he'd touched her.
The silence of his finishing and leaving the room was a sudden shock.
She must have drifted, because one moment he was in the next room, growling softly at one of his women, and then he was gone.
She felt his absence keenly, a change in the atmosphere she had to adjust to. He'd gone to his own bed. She could relax now. Sleep now.
She might have slept better if he had stopped having sex, but stayed in the room.
At some point the luxury of the bed she was in became an irritation. Her skin felt tight and hot, the little tent an airless prison. Her body hurt and ached. Her head pounded with each beat of her heart, the lack of sleep making her sick.
She decided she needed the toilet. When she opened the curtain to leave her tent, she found three drones cleaning the room. They piled up the used blankets, pillows, and soft things and exchanged them for fresh ones.
As she watched, they removed the stained cover of the platform bed and wadded it up, replacing it with a new, clean one. They sprayed air freshener and wiped things down with an efficiency that said they had attended this room many times.
All of the five jewels were absent. Likely they were sleeping off the night’s activities in their own tents.
"Good morning," Sasha greeted the servants.
They turned in startled surprise. "Oh, miss," the one nearest her said, "We didn't mean to disturb you. Please forgive us. Just freshening up a bit."
"I'm Sasha. What's your name?"
The woman smiled pleasantly. "Oh, I'm Girta, miss. Please, we will be finished in just a bit, if it's no bother?"
"No bother at all. I'm glad you are here. You guys are good. I didn't even hear you. That's kind of amazing. And you work fast too. Thank you for doing this. I don't think I could inhale that smell all day and still stay sane. I was hoping I could bother you, actually."
"Miss." Girta's smile grew bigger at the compliment, showing her teeth, which most drones never did because it could be considered a challenge.
"You couldn't be a bother if you tried, I'm sure.
What can I do for you? Are you hungry? We don't usually bring breakfast this early, but it would be no trouble. "
"Well, morning tea and some of that fresh fruit would be amazing. I don't get much fruit at home. I hate to be demanding, but also, I really need some regular clothes. Not pink. Just something normal. A long tunic? Leggings, maybe? Not these rainbow jewel colors, either. By the rod, no."
Sasha giggled a little and waved her hands around her. She liked the colors of this room, the brightness of it, but she did not want to be associated with it. She was not one of these jewels, nor would she ever be.
The drone woman looked confused. "Miss Bella and Madam Terasa didn't get you a wardrobe?"
Sasha pursed her lips. "Yeah, they did, but it's not right. I'd like something regular. Something your daughter would wear, maybe? I'd be so much more comfortable. Terasa said you would get me what I needed. Oh, and some medicine for a headache, please?"
"My daughter? But you are not a drone." Girta wore a scandalized expression.
"You won't help me?"
"Miss, don't say that! Of course I will help you. I'm just sure that Miss Bella has already provided clothes."
Sasha tried to think of what to say. Clearly the drone didn't want to counter whatever Miss Bella wanted. She must be in charge in this room.
"Alpha Kane and Terasa said you could get me what I needed, but I really need different clothing. This is all so... strange for me. I didn't sleep last night, and I feel like I'm getting sick now." She made a sour face, hoping to tug at the older woman’s heartstrings.
"I'm not comfortable in these clothes." She pulled at the gauzy pink nightgown they had put her in last night. There was a rack of pink clothing the same color inside her tent. Sasha was not going to wear any of it.
"I'm going to see Kane today. I don't want you to worry.
I'll tell him a new outfit was my idea. And you don't have to worry about upsetting Bella, either.
I'm not going to be staying in this room again tonight. I think I’ll go home after my appointment.
So, can you help me? I promise I won't let you get into trouble. "
Poor Girta didn't know what to make of her. Sasha was upsetting the hierarchy of the room. Drones knew to follow orders and recognize the roles of a household. It was part of their training. It kept them safe. She wanted to help the little omega, wanted to give in and obey, but the woman’s loyalties were obviously already reserved for someone else.
It was going to take more than one conversation to change her mind.
"Well, I'll go see if I can find you something. But until then, let me show you where the teeth freshener is at and all of that, and when you're finished, there will be some tea and fruit. And your head hurts, you said? I know a tea perfect for that. Does that sound alright?"
Sasha thought there was tension in the other woman’s shoulders and bitterness in her scent, which made her think that Girta wasn't going to follow through on the clothes thing. She was too unwilling to risk her position or earn a punishment for a girl she didn't know.
Girta led her downstairs to a vanity that held the toiletries, as well as four entire drawers devoted to hair care products.
Sasha tried to soothe her and convince her that doing what Sasha wanted was a good idea, but Girta was stubborn.
A mature looking drone with creases at the corners of her eyes, she must have worked her position for a long time to be so loyal and not fall to Sasha's influence.
Drones always loved Sasha and wanted to please her.
But Girta wasn't hers. She was Bella's. What was she doing, manipulating drones just to get different clothes?
Sasha always made an effort to treat the bottom social class like the human beings they were.
The ruling class that Sasha was part of was composed of breeders, betas, and alphas.
They had risen from the drones that survived what the history books called the desolation of humanity hundreds of years ago.
War, plagues, famine, an alien invasion—they had survived it all. After the desolation wiped out billions of people, it was drone technology and alien stem cells that had overcome the infertility problem plaguing humanity.
Drone science had produced the original alpha.
Drones were born with simpler endocrine systems and senses.
They were "common" in every way. Couldn't identify pheromones.
Weak eyesight. Weak hearing. Average strength.
Yet with numbers five times breed population, they were the foundation of everything, and Sasha tried to treat them with the respect they deserved.
Which meant she tried not to manipulate and control them. Usually.
Girta, however, didn't care for her respect, and wasn't going to be influenced by kindness or a breeder's special brand of mental manipulation.
After Girta left, Sasha took in the glory that was the bathroom Kane had built for his harem. Brushing her teeth and using a toilet that gave her a surprise when it squirted cold water at her bottom, she decided to investigate the bottles and jars herself and find a new scent.