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Telepaths Don't Need Safewords
(PART FOUR, FINAL PART)
by cecilia tan
copyright by cecilia m. tan

Part Four:  Things Go Awry@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


    *You can tell me to stop anytime.  We'll go home.*
    I bit my lip.  *Not yet.  Not yet.*  Even through his
thoughts I was unsure if he was serious.  Aftershocks from
orgasm were making things jump in and out of focus.  He held
me tight as he led me to a place to sit, a chaise lounge
along one wall.
    When I looked up he was smiling.  *It's just I have a few
interests,* he thought.
    *Oh?  I haven't seen much worth fishing for...*
    He shared with me the image of Cleo, black beads covering
them both.  *Hah.  How do you think you're going to manuever
that?  Cleo doesn't DO public displays anymore.*
    *Who said it would be public?  But not just now, I'm
thinking of more ready game.  You remember Mor?*
    *How could I forget him.* Mor was an old party-goer who had
played with us a few times.  He had luscious dark brown skin
and long black straight hair.  *But, he's... *
    *He's here tonight, as a slave.  I don't think I'll have to
trade you for him, but I do want him.*
    I returned the smile.  *Let's go for it.*

    I had to admit Mor was stunning.  I had always seen him
heavily adorned in black xyleather.  But tonight he wore only
body paint, in elaborate and colorful designs.  His hair
drawn back in a long top knot, he seemed a bird out of a
jungle paradise, alien and irresistible.  His master we also
knew, Martin, who had once been a student of Mor's.  I
suspected this was a sort of graduation gift.  Mor's and my
eyes met while our masters talked.  If I hadn't known better
I would have thought he had me hypnotized.  I admitted to
myself I wanted him, but he was Arshan's choice.  The thought
of his body and Arshan's together warmed me all over.  A
crowd was gathering.
    Suddenly Arshan dropped the leash.  Martin picked it up
and I was pulled outside of the circle that was forming.  I resisted
the urge to call out to Arsh.  I couldn't see him, and a knot
of panic started growing in my stomach.  I looked at Martin.
He smiled, remembering me, and it calmed me.  Arshan could
take care of himself.  But, I still wished I could watch.
Martin shrugged and let go the leash then, and pushed his way
back into the crowd.
    I'm not sure when it happened.  I could sense, even though
I could not see, Arshan approaching orgasm.  Perhaps it was
at that moment, when the leather gloved hands covered my
mouth and nose, a strange smell invaded my brain, and try as
I could to think, to send a message, I could only slip down
into the darkness.
    I awoke what couldn't have been more than a few minutes
later.  Gallen leered as he finished closed the last binding
on my ankle.  I was spread-eagled on a cross in one of the
small playrooms.  I sensed other people behind me, three?
four?  From their breathing they sounded like men.  Gallen
straightened his gauntlets and crossed his arms.
    *Arsh? Arshan!*  There was no response.  I could sense him
fuzzily -- no telling if it was the drug that made me weak,
or if he was just too busy to hear it, or both.  Like me, he
was always weakest after an orgasm.  I looked Gallen in the
face. "What do you think you're doing?"
    He didn't answer, except to pick up a short whip and to
come to lean against my side.  I was at about a forty five
degree angle to the floor.  He caressed my breasts with his
leather covered hands, and my nipples stood up defiantly.  I
didn't have a shred of costume left now, even the collar  and
mask were gone.
    *Arshan, did you plan this?  Arshan!*  But there was still
nothing.  I cursed at Gallen in Ardric, now only half-acting.
    "Agreth och," he replied, but mildly, as he tickled my
nipples with the tip of the whip.  He ran the leather under
my chin, bringing up goosebumps, tickling the inside of my
ear, making me shudder.  "There now."  He used the tip like a
feather, searching me all over for ticklish spots, until he
ended tweaking my clit upward with it, not quite hard
enough.... I moaned.  I was becoming wet.  I hoped Arshan had
set this up earlier...
    Gallen lifted the end of the X and it locked in to place
with me parallel to the floor.  Twisting my head I could see
the others, three men I didn't know.  I was going to hiss at
them, when I felt the handle of the whip enter my cunt.
    I looked up at Gallen.  The handle was rough, and though I
was wet, it did not go in and out smoothly.  He smiled as he
fucked me with it.  It was the smile that frightened me.  I
tried to read him more closely, but his mind was sealed
tighter than shrinkwrap.
    "You like that don't you?"  He twisted it back and forth,
never pushing it far enough in to touch my cervix.  Just
enough to make me moan again.  "You like the whip," he said
more to himself than to me.  He pulled it out then, and
tasted the wet end of it.  Then his tone changed and his
smile disappeared.  "I promised you a lesson, didn't I."
    "You've had your fun," I spat.  "Let me out of here."
    "Such a feisty act you two have.  Let's see how long you
can keep it up."  He cracked the whip and I, and the spectators
jumped.
    "If you lay that whip on me, I'll kill you," I said matter-
of-factly.  "Believe me, Gallen, if I don't, then Arshan
will."
    He raised his eyebrows at the use of his name, and cracked
the whip again.
    "Gallen," I repeated, "Stop it, now."
    He circled me, rotated the X again so that I was upright.
The blood was rushing from my head as I tried again.  *Arsh,
get your ass in here!*  I struggled against the bindings, but
they were as real as they looked.  "I am going to kill you!"
    And he struck me.  The whip lashed me on the chest, just
above my left breast.  Pain and adrenaline flooded me.
*Arshan!!*
    *Yes?*
    I tried to tell him what was happening, but all that came
through to him was a white hot burst of pain as I was struck
for only the second time in ten years by anyone other than
he.  Perhaps that got the message through more clearly than
anything.  I was panting.  "You will die," I said.  Gallen
lashed out again, and again.  Sweat broke out all over my
body as I fought to contain the pain.  I tried to breathe
deeply, but I shook too hard.  He tricked me, cracking the
whip into the air sometimes, or raising his arm, and then
stopping.  I did not scream.
    And then Arshan's voice in my head.  *The door's bolted.
Hang on!*
    "Please, stop," I was saying.  "I looked at the three
spectators.  "Someone, make him stop!"  But as one of them started
forward, Gallen cracked the whip in the air in front of them.
He struck me again, on the cheek.  I think tears ran down my
cheeks with the blood.  "Gallen!  Stop!"
    He was laughing.   He let a few more strokes fall, each one
seemed harder than the last, and then he threw the whip down
and unsheathed his penis.  He pushed the table back flat and
stood between my legs, rubbing his penis against the inside of
my thighs with his hand.  I mustered up the strength to spit
at him and he thrust into me.  "Still warm, I see," he said
as he fucked me vigorously.  I tried to pretend he wasn't
there.  Trembling, I closed me eyes this time, *Arshan...?*
    *We're almost through...* he answered.  I could almost feel
the clenching of his teeth.
    Gallen must have heard the door beginning to give, for he
redoubled his efforts and was exploding into me just about
the time Arshan came exploding through the door.  Arshan
leapt straight over the table (those long long legs give a
long recoil) and knocked Gallen flat on his back.  One of the
spectators pressed the release and tipped the table forward.  I
stumbled to my knees, shaking my arms.  The two of them were
struggling, then I saw Arshan thrown backwards, and Gallen
stood up.
    I tackled him in the midsection, forcing him back against
the wall, and swept his feet out from under him.  Once on top
of him, I smashed him across the face with my fist.  And
again.  "I could just drive your nose up into your brain and
kill you instantly, " I heard myself say, "But I'd rather
beat you into a pulp."  I held onto his collar, lifting him
up with my left hand and then beating him down with the
right.  I pulled him up to a sitting position and switched to
backfisting him, then round-housing him, then backfisting
him, the resounding smack of meat the only thing I could hear.
    *Mriah!  Mriah! Stop it!*  Arshan finally grabbed my wrist
and I wondered how long he had been trying to get my
attention.  He pulled me off of Gallen, who seemed to be
unconscious, and I collapsed, sobbing.
    He picked me up gently, wrapping me in his cape.  I
couldn't think at all, I just cried for a while, and he
rocked me in his lap, humming a song softly in his throat.
He kissed my bruised cheek, smoothing my hair with his hand
and holding me.  At some point I realized we were in the car,
the smallness of the space comforting me.  I kept my eyes
closed as he caressed my face.  I kissed him, drawing his
energy deep into my chest as I inhaled.  *I love you* was the
first thing I could think.  I drew him down on top of me
then, kissing him and kissing him, not opening my eyes even
once.  He seemed to touch every part of my body then, the
whole and the sore, warm and soft.  I felt his skin, the long
smooth plane of his back under his shirt, and the bony curve
of his hip against mine.  *Come inside me, heal me,* I said.
He held me tightly, arms circling my ribcage completely.  He
came into me gently, probing as I opened for him.  I tucked
my legs behind his back, bonding us together, one animal.
*You make me whole.*  I felt the energy building in my womb.
Our minds open, I shared it, felt the waves of blood warm
pleasure feeding back to me.  Up and up we went, until
shuddering and shaking as one, we passed the peak and slipped
back down into oblivion.  As I was drifting into sleep I
heard him say *Now I remember why we stopped party-going.*
    In his arms I smiled.  I answered, *But now I remember why
we started...*


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