assuagement was encouraged. Migraines were almost a thing of the past. Sex was prescribed as a stress-reliever, instead of mind-altering drugs. Fear of disease or unwanted pregnancy had nearly been conquered. 32
The Game
Now, if only they could give every woman the opportunity to carry a child in her womb. Even in this day and age a small minority of women were deprived of that blessed gift. The dream of a life growing inside Chastity, Seth’s child, was one that had shattered two years ago.
The thought was a downer, a depressant. “Starlight, thank you for the offer, but I just want to sleep.” Sleep and forget.
“An orgasm on Blue Illusion can be very relaxing,” Starlight insisted as she applied cream on Chastity’s other nipple, her breathing becoming more pronounced. The firmness of her hand squeezing Chastity’s breast became uncomfortable.
“Thank you, but no ,” Chastity said adamantly, pulling away. The crestfallen girl rose, picked up her tray, and without another word slipped through the door before it slid shut.
Relieved to be alone, Chastity snuggled up on the chaise, her fingers moving through the soft fur. The soothing purr sung low in her ears. Disheartened, she wondered if she could live through another day like this one. A deep yawn forced her mouth open, the air filling her lungs released on a sigh. Heavy eyelids drifted closed…
On the cold, gray moon Chastity watched the eight snow leopards guarding the forbidding fortress. For miles and miles it was the same—huge mountains and flat plains of nothingness. A natural satellite of Earth, the moon lacked an atmosphere. It had no weather, no clouds, no rain, and no wind. Sound didn’t carry. There was no air to breathe. Nothing.
However, this small section was shielded by a dome erected during the mid-twenty-first century. Artificial light and air was provided. Food and water was transported. Its inhabitants were those that no one cared about. Earth had exiled them to a vacuum of emptiness and left them on this dismal place to die.
How Chastity had arrived on this barren satellite, she had no recollection. Still, something about the imposing structure looked familiar. Each time a flicker of memory flashed in her hazy mind it disappeared, elusive.
The sense of loss and pain swamped her. Someone she loved was inside. She was that person’s only hope, only salvation…and she was failing. A cry from inside set the cats to pacing. Agitated, they raised their heads and roared. Their powerful paws rose, swiping the air. Chastity thought if she could only get closer she’d pet them, make them purr like her chaise. They were beautiful animals, agile, graceful, and dangerous. She couldn’t forget that fact.
Would they submit to her, as Seth wanted her to do for him?
Where did that thought come from? Her thoughts and memories were scrambled, seeping out through dark crevices.
Seth, hurt, angry. God, she’d made a mess of things. 33
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A lunar wind created by the ventilators blew back her hair. A wisp of moon-dust stung her eyes. Rubbing them, she tried to remember why she was here. What was she supposed to do?
Whatever the risk, she knew she had to get past the leopards and into the building. As Chastity approached, the cats stooped low, bellies to the ground. They crawled toward her. Sharp canines glistened in the artificial light. No purring emerged, just sorrowful, heart- wrenching cries to match the weeping coming from within the fortress. She wanted to take their pain away, wanted her pain to vanish. Reaching out with her mind to calm the animals, the felines turned as a unit and lunged, powerful jaws snapping. Stumbling, she fell over a cluster of basalt moon rocks, hitting the ground hard. The gravelly minerals dug into her backside. Everything was a whirl of motion and sounds. When her vision cleared she stared into eight pairs of menacing eyes, felt the cats’ hot breath on her face, and smelled the rancid stench
The Game
Now, if only they could give every woman the opportunity to carry a child in her womb. Even in this day and age a small minority of women were deprived of that blessed gift. The dream of a life growing inside Chastity, Seth’s child, was one that had shattered two years ago.
The thought was a downer, a depressant. “Starlight, thank you for the offer, but I just want to sleep.” Sleep and forget.
“An orgasm on Blue Illusion can be very relaxing,” Starlight insisted as she applied cream on Chastity’s other nipple, her breathing becoming more pronounced. The firmness of her hand squeezing Chastity’s breast became uncomfortable.
“Thank you, but no ,” Chastity said adamantly, pulling away. The crestfallen girl rose, picked up her tray, and without another word slipped through the door before it slid shut.
Relieved to be alone, Chastity snuggled up on the chaise, her fingers moving through the soft fur. The soothing purr sung low in her ears. Disheartened, she wondered if she could live through another day like this one. A deep yawn forced her mouth open, the air filling her lungs released on a sigh. Heavy eyelids drifted closed…
On the cold, gray moon Chastity watched the eight snow leopards guarding the forbidding fortress. For miles and miles it was the same—huge mountains and flat plains of nothingness. A natural satellite of Earth, the moon lacked an atmosphere. It had no weather, no clouds, no rain, and no wind. Sound didn’t carry. There was no air to breathe. Nothing.
However, this small section was shielded by a dome erected during the mid-twenty-first century. Artificial light and air was provided. Food and water was transported. Its inhabitants were those that no one cared about. Earth had exiled them to a vacuum of emptiness and left them on this dismal place to die.
How Chastity had arrived on this barren satellite, she had no recollection. Still, something about the imposing structure looked familiar. Each time a flicker of memory flashed in her hazy mind it disappeared, elusive.
The sense of loss and pain swamped her. Someone she loved was inside. She was that person’s only hope, only salvation…and she was failing. A cry from inside set the cats to pacing. Agitated, they raised their heads and roared. Their powerful paws rose, swiping the air. Chastity thought if she could only get closer she’d pet them, make them purr like her chaise. They were beautiful animals, agile, graceful, and dangerous. She couldn’t forget that fact.
Would they submit to her, as Seth wanted her to do for him?
Where did that thought come from? Her thoughts and memories were scrambled, seeping out through dark crevices.
Seth, hurt, angry. God, she’d made a mess of things. 33
Mackenzie McKade
A lunar wind created by the ventilators blew back her hair. A wisp of moon-dust stung her eyes. Rubbing them, she tried to remember why she was here. What was she supposed to do?
Whatever the risk, she knew she had to get past the leopards and into the building. As Chastity approached, the cats stooped low, bellies to the ground. They crawled toward her. Sharp canines glistened in the artificial light. No purring emerged, just sorrowful, heart- wrenching cries to match the weeping coming from within the fortress. She wanted to take their pain away, wanted her pain to vanish. Reaching out with her mind to calm the animals, the felines turned as a unit and lunged, powerful jaws snapping. Stumbling, she fell over a cluster of basalt moon rocks, hitting the ground hard. The gravelly minerals dug into her backside. Everything was a whirl of motion and sounds. When her vision cleared she stared into eight pairs of menacing eyes, felt the cats’ hot breath on her face, and smelled the rancid stench
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