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not know how to fight.”
    “There’s a good reason people don’t want to fight them,” Devnar added in a soft voice.
    “I’ve heard stories that they chemically neuter their captives. That they burn out the sex hormone
    receptors of their brains before using them as slaves on their moon trading posts.”
    “What?” Bolin pressed his legs together.
    Ikel made a choking sound and cupped himself. “They won’t do that to us, right? I mean,
    the way that bitch was looking at your cock, I thought she’d mount you right in the hallway.”
    “I knew I should have stayed home.” Bolin slumped against the wall and slid down until he
    sat on the floor. “My mother wanted me to be a carpenter, but did I listen to her? Noooo, I had to
    go with the prince in search of women and glory.”
    “That’s not going to happen to us.” Devnar tried to put all his confidence as their
    commander and prince into his voice. “That bitch wants us intact for some reason. Use your
    heads, stay alive, and make them pay. I will get us out of this. On my honor as a prince of Jensia,
    I swear it.”
    His words visibly lifted his men’s spirits, and he gave each a press on their shoulder before
    moving to the other side of the small room. Leaning back against the cold metal bench of the
    cell, Devnar prayed with all his might for his Goddess to give him the strength to get through this
    and seek his revenge.

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    Chapter Two

    Melania Ophrim peered through the one-way glass and watched the man on the other side.
    His long, black hair hung thick and shining to the curve of his well-muscled shoulders. An
    elaborate tattoo covered the back of his right thigh and buttock. Scars traced over his body in no
    discernible pattern, and she wondered where he had been a worker.
    The small viewing room had a few comfortable chairs pressed up against the far wall, but
    she chose to stand. Usually these rooms were used for training purposes, to watch a novice
    perform the skills they would need as a concubine without being intrusive. The one-way glass
    glowed with a running tally of statistics about the man standing on the other side, everything
    from his heart rate to the amount of pheromones he expelled with each breath.
    “This is why you called me back from my vacation? He doesn’t look like he needs my
    help.” Her own reflection, dim and ghostly, superimposed over his. Long and straight, her light
    brown hair framed her heart-shaped face. The result of generations of careful breeding, she was
    beautiful enough to have been selected as a concubine and had the burning desires of that class.
    Unfortunately the flaw of having one blue eye and one brown eye marked her as unfit to
    breed with royalty. That might have been overlooked due to the quality of her bloodline, but
    when her body attained womanhood, she had none of the lush curves or height that were
    considered the epitome of female perfection. Instead her breasts barely swelled at all, and her
    hips and bottom remained narrow and uncurved.
    She was lucky to have not been sold at puberty to a whorehouse of the worker class.
    Instead her instinctual sensuality and iron self-control were used to help train those who had
    been given the great honor of being a concubine. That control now kept her pulse from racing at
    the disruption of her much needed downtime.
    Unlike trainers, a breaker was forbidden orgasm with those they trained. Usually given
    novices who couldn’t orgasm and enjoy themselves either because of abuse or shyness, a breaker

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    needed all their compassion and skills focused solely on the novice. To seek their own orgasm
    would distract the breaker and turn the focus from the novice’s pleasure to themselves.
    Because of this, all her sexual frustration was bottled up until she spent weeks in a sexual
    frenzy with willing males trying to soothe the need for release. Not having an orgasm with her
    novices usually wasn’t a problem.