Fir and his brothers’ faces darkened. “We don’t speak of our lost one.”
“Let me guess, you were rejected by the band of brothers project. There was no one low enough to want to be a part of your brotherhood,” she sneered.
Rage filtered over the expressions of the brothers.
“Enough talk, prepare her for me. I will mount her first. Then we shall see how fast and sharp her tongue is.”
Kat backed up as far as the chain would allow and the two brothers moved in. She kicked out at them. One brother caught her leg, before she could deliver a blow to his groin. The other clamped his cold, clammy hands around her wrists. They undid the chain, while the collar remained on her neck.
She screamed and struggled, while they lifted her and placed her onto the bed. Fir went to a chest and removed small, plastic-looking bracelets. Each had several little, glowing lights.
“Ever seen these before, my little pale one? They are grav cuffs, most useful when we have ones like you who like to struggle. Demos men are so used to fighting to obtain their pleasure from females. It is a rare treat to have them unable to do so.”
He snapped two cuffs around her ankles, before placing the remaining two on her wrists. The moment they were in place, Fir’s brothers stepped back. A small smile played upon their normally expressionless faces.
The moment she was free, Kat scrambled to roll over on the bed and race to the end of it, towards the knife. A little beep and she came to a sudden halt, pulled back by her wrists.
She screamed in frustration, as she was slowly dragged back by the force around her arms and ankles.
They were drawn together, her body lifting off the floor. What the hell?
“Fun, are they not?”
She twisted her head to see Fir with a little control device in the palm of his hand.
He laughed, watching as she was deposited back onto the bed, unable to move, her limbs stretched wide, until she lay spread-eagled on the bed, her chest heaving with the effort to breathe. Struggling was utterly useless.
“Scream all you wish, our chamber is soundproof,” Fir said, lowering himself onto the bed. He placed his hand on her leg and slid it up, catching the hem of her dress and taking it with him.
He opened his hand and one of the brothers placed a shiny, sharp blade into his palm.
Kat’s breathing hitched in fear, and her muscles tensed, as she stared at the curled blade pulling up close to her heaving breasts.
He laughed at her fear. “I will not outwardly mark your body; it will devalue your price.” He put the blade under the fabric of her dress and slid it down. Easily, the material fell from the blade into pieces, leaving her in her panties and bra.
“Oh, these are most tantalizing.” Fir pushed aside the remnants of her summer dress to cup one of her large breasts through the material of her bra. “What do you call them on your world? Are your males fond of them?”
Kat shuddered in disgust at his touch and turned her head, refusing to answer him.
“It matters not. I know every Demos buyer will be as fascinated as I am.” He dropped the blade by her side along with the controls, taking the time to squeeze and play with her breasts.
She gritted her teeth against his touch, but gasped when her panties were suddenly torn from her. Kat twisted her head back to see one of the brothers now gazing down at her exposed sex.
Fir picked up the knife and cut her bra in half, freeing her breasts. He tossed aside the knife and dipped his head forward, nuzzling his face between her breasts, while his hands roamed over her body.
Kat whimpered in humiliation, while another set of hands skimmed up her legs.
“Please stop, you can’t do this,” she begged. “I’m human and more fragile than your Demos females.”
“Then we will take care. It is a good note to pass on at the buyers' market.” Fir stood up and started stripping off his robe. His brothers followed suit. All three men stood naked around the bed.
Her heart pounded in her chest, in both fear and panic. Oh, god, this was it. They were going to rape her, and there was nothing she could do to stop them.
Everyone jumped when a loud boom sounded and the doors to the bedchamber suddenly blew apart. Metal shards flew in every direction, snagging the brother to the left in the shoulder. Red blood oozed from his gaping wound.
Fir snatched up the blade and controls, while his brothers charged at the first two men barreling into the room.
“You’re in trouble now.” Kat grinned, seeing the fierce expressions of Gol and Hul, when they ducked the first swing of fists. The blades in their hands easily sliced through the brothers.
Fir, obviously knowing he was in trouble, punched a lever on the grav cuffs, and she was suddenly free from the force, only to be snatched up. Fir dragged her up against his body. She felt the cool sharpness of the blade pressed against her throat.