Chapter Four

Chapter Four

BrOdByc

The fierce screams of his mate reverberated through the building. He not only heard her anger and fear escalate—he felt it.

Bao moved to a door that led into the pleasure center. "Any guards probably went to assist the Siloth. Your mate isn't making this easy for them. Someone removed her gag, or she did." He cracked the door and looked out into the hall. "Clear for now... doors lining both sides. Where is she?"

Brode closed his eyes. Concentrated. "They're bringing her upstairs. Toward us. Kak!" He swung around and met his captain's stunned gaze. Pointing at the oversized bathing tub filled with... something bubbling and hot, he said what they both realized. "Probably to this room."

Realizing the Siloth were bringing his mate upstairs, BrOdByc swung around, searching frantically for somewhere to hide. The first thing he noticed was the large rectangular mirror on the wall. It faced the tub and bed. In the ornately decorated room, it was the only wall without furniture and artwork. He'd seen that arrangement before.

Motioning toward it, he hissed. "I bet that's a viewing room." Rushing to the wall surrounding the mirror, both he and the captain searched for a hidden entry.

"Here!" Captain Bao said as he swung open the panel below the mirror.

Both men dove through, closing the door to the tiny room... a heartbeat before the three Siloth men entered with his mate. Peering through the camouflaged window, he noticed a tall, thin female shadowing the red aliens. With feathers in place of hair, Brode knew she was one of the avian species. Wearing purple signified she was a pleasure master.

Brode decided she must work here.

Bao reached out and placed his hand on Brode's shoulder and nodded at the large male who was manhandling his mate. His captain whispered, "Better if we can retrieve her without a fight. Control yourself for a bit. Let's see if they leave."

His leader was right. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled the tension in his body and focused on the room. For the first time, he could see his woman in splendid detail. Her face was pale, her eyes the startling blue of an Anokian ice lake framed by marvelously thick lashes and brows. Her hair was shoulder-length and dark. He thought it was brown, but it was tangled and a little dirty, so he wasn't sure if that was her true color.

Clenching both fists, he again resisted the urge to rush out there and grab his woman away from her captor.

The ill-fitting clothes she wore were obviously not her own, so it was difficult to tell her body type. She appeared tiny, but he was well over six feet tall and extremely muscular. He guessed the top of her head might reach his shoulder.

The Siloth swamped her in size, so against them, she looked small. His mate was no longer screaming. The Siloth male holding her had all four arms locked around her midsection.

Brode thought she looked... broken. No. Not broken. As if she were in pain. The four-armed male holding her was squeezing too hard. He was hurting her. The tears sliding down her face were almost his undoing. He wanted to kill them all.

The female pointed at the tub. "The master said you were to give the woman to me and leave."

Brode tensed when the red beast holding his mate growled his displeasure and made a threatening move toward the woman.

Brode and Bao readied themselves to intervene if the Siloth attacked.

But the woman laughed. "There are guards just outside this room. Touch me or refuse to turn over the Earth female and you will pay with your lives."

One Siloth male turned toward the hall door. "Put the female down. Leave her for now. She'll marinate for a bit and when the Andaran has finished with her, we'll come back. By then, the compliance pool will have done its job. She'll stop fighting and beg us to fuck her."

As soon as the door closed behind them, the avian woman looked at his mate. She sighed and her voice held a touch of compassion. "You can't fight it. They'll beat you or use anything you care about. You have two choices. The guards will come in and strip off your clothes, or you can undress yourself and get in the tub."

His mate said nothing for several moments. Then she looked around the room, her gaze going to the door leading to the back deck. Before she could decide what to do, the avian female added, "The master mentioned you have a sister. He won't hesitate to use her against you."

Brode watched the fight go out of her. Dropping her head and shoulders in defeat, she turned her back on the mirror, slipped off her clothing, and stepped into the large sunken tub filled with a viscous goo. Seconds after moving into the middle of the tub, the substance was up to her neck. He watched his female's muscles spasm and tense. She let out a little gasp. Tilting her head back, she began rubbing her hands over her body and moaning.

Hidden in the viewing room, Brode and his captain frowned. The men silently watched everything, confused by her reactions. After a few moments, dawning horror bloomed over his captain's face.

Casey

She couldn't breathe. Her ribs hurt, her heart ached... and she couldn't breathe. The damn ape-man was squeezing her too tight.

Worse, Casey lost hope. She was pretty sure there wasn't a chance in hell that she'd get away.

The red ape man carried her up the stairs and into this room. She wanted to laugh. Even the aliens were a cliché. The décor was the epitome of rich man bordello chic. On Earth, she thought the colors would have run to red and black. Here, the palette reserved for sex appeared to be purple and gray—with a splash of the mint chocolate color added for spice.

The large, lavishly decorated room had two specific focal points—the enormous silk-draped bed and an oversized sunken tub. She assumed that was the compliance pool .

She couldn't think about it now. Looking at the bed was better than concentrating on the pool. Casey liked the pretty silk sheets. They were a pastel green with shimmering hints of brown. She'd like a shower, real food, and a few days of uninterrupted sleep tucked into that bed.

One glance at the art on the walls and she shuddered. The dark charcoal strokes in each drawing highlighted a sexual position. Some of them with alien bits and pieces. That made her want to scream. Her heart raced in fear. She did not want to meet the tentacled creature depicted in the framed piece over the bed, nor did she have any desire to know what the extra body parts were for in the drawing hung beside the fainting couch.

Casey was more interested in the colorful gems that were randomly inserted into the walls. If she got a chance to escape, she'd try to pry off a handful. If they had value in this world, the stones might come in handy when she found Cameron.

Before she could find her sister, she needed to escape. The red beast holding her grunted and squeezed her chest even harder. She gasped, struggled to breathe, and a tear slid down her cheek. Damn, that hurt.

It brought her focus back to what was happening in the room. The alien holding her wasn't happy. He growled at the woman who guided them upstairs.

The birdlike female pointed at the tub. "The master said you were to give the woman to me and leave."

Casey winced when the red beast increased the pressure around her body, and once again growled his displeasure. She gasped when he moved toward the thin female in a threatening manner. How the hell did he expect to fight when all four of his arms were wrapped around her?

But the beast didn't frighten the bird lady. Her trilling laugh filled the room, and she pointed at the door to the hall, warning her captor, "There are guards just outside this room. Touch me or refuse to turn over the Earth female and you will pay with your lives."

The arms tightened again, blocking Casey's air supply. But hearing that there were more guards in the hall hurt worse than being squeezed to death.

Another of the red, four-armed freaks started toward the hall door. Telling the alien who held her, "Put the female down. Leave her for now. She'll marinate for a bit and when the Andaran has finished with her, we'll come back. By then, the compliance pool will have done its job. She'll stop fighting and beg us to fuck her."

It frightened her that the alien holding Casey didn't argue, finally releasing his hold. His easy compliance meant he believed what they planned—would make her beg. She gulped in air, standing on her own, trying to regain her balance.

The red aliens didn't waste time—quickly leaving her alone with the bird woman.

As soon as the door closed, the avian woman sighed, turning to face her. She gestured at the steaming bathtub. "You can't fight it. They'll beat you or use anything you care about. You have two choices. The guards will come in and strip off your clothes, or you can undress yourself and get in the tub."

Casey tried to rally, to come up with a plan. Once more, she looked around the room, this time noticing another door on the opposite wall from the hall. Did it lead outside? Straightening her spine, she prepared to make a run for it.

The avian female crushed her plan with her next warning. "The master mentioned you have a sister. He won't hesitate to use her against you."

Casey's head snapped up, and she met the woman's gaze. She might be sorry—but the bird woman was completely serious. This warning was tailor made for Casey. If she ran... the man who bought the defective twin would make sure Cammy paid the price. And since she didn't know how to find her sister, she believed he would get to her first.

The fight went out of her. She dropped her head and shoulders in defeat, then turned and faced the tub. It took seconds to step out of the single-piece, too-large coverall.

Compliance pool? Casey knew that meant they drugged the water. Maybe this drug would work, and she wouldn't have any idea what was happening to her. Wouldn't worry about her sister anymore. Her tears flowed freely as she stepped into the tub.

This wasn't water. It was wet... but it was more like hot Jello. Casey had to push her way down the stairs and into the middle of the tub. Into the deep part, where the gelatinous goo oozed around her body, covering her completely. Only her head was free of the gunk.

Holy shit, it was hot. Gasping, Casey leaned her head back. Closing her eyes, she moaned. Oh, my God! Every nerve in her body jerked awake.

Bringing her hands up to her breasts, she moaned. Compliance pool? Shaking her head at the thought. She hissed. No . No, this was so much worse.