Part of the Trek Mi Q'an series.
Lord Julian Jameson went into the woods to relax -- to beat his chest and celebrate his masculinity in an environment free of women. In the blink of an eye he was on Galis, an alien planet where women rule. Gorgeous women with insatiable libidos. Naked and in chains, Julian is furious and humiliated--a condition that does not improve when he is auctioned off as a sex slave to Klykka Gy'at Li, High Mystik.
But Julian is no woman's slave. Not now. Not ever.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Never a Slave by Jaid Black
Julian said nothing as he was led into the portal. He glanced around curiously as they entered the silk tent, surprised to find that there was nothing inside it. One moment the landscape had been a flat, placid purple and a blink later they were spit out onto mountainous obsidian terrain.
A vast village constructed of shimmering white crystal curled around the base of a gigantic black mountain. The layout was vast--as big as any modern English city. He couldn't help but to stare a bit wide-eyed, for he'd never seen a sight quite so spectacular. Or peculiar.
From the position where they stood far above the city centre, he could make out that the people of this place moved about not by planes, trains and automobiles, but by large birds. He forgot himself for a moment, forgot too that he had been brought here as a slave, and allowed himself to stare like an open-mouthed simpleton.
He had to be dreaming. Those birds brought to mind old science fiction novels he'd read as a young lad.
A large, winged creature transporting three riders loomed near, giving him his first close-up view. The nearer the beast drew to where he stood, the easier it was to see that what had looked like a bird from a distance was physically more like a winged monkey in its appearance.
Brilliant. He'd gone from science fiction to Oz in the matter of a few moments. He shook his head and sighed as he glanced away. Nothing made sense here.
A huge palace constructed of what looked to be purple crystal sat atop the peak of the tallest black mountain on the horizon. He focused his attention on it. And where it sat in relation to the portal they'd just passed through. It didn't take a genius to figure out, after all, that the palace belonged to Klykka--and that this was where he would be taken.
"Come, foul creature," the warrior to his left spat as she tugged at the chain fastened to the torque about his neck. He grunted, the look he threw her in reaction letting her know that her loathing of him was mutual. She ignored it. "We will take the tunnels to the harem chamber and then, thank the goddess, my duty with you is done."
Harem chamber, Julian thought, his lips twisting into a cruel smile. Well, Klykka was certainly wasting no time in making a pet out of him. Bloody fucking hell.
The warriors led him toward a large boulder that was currently being guarded by twelve more warrior women. The guards waved their party through, allowing them passage into the tunnels that lay in wait on the other side of the huge rock.
Julian missed nothing as they continued on, his mind noting every curve and pathway they took for future reference. He would escape, he silently vowed to himself.
It didn't matter that his captor was more beautiful than any woman he could have invented in his wickedest, most fevered dreams. He would be no woman's slave.
Not now. Not ever.