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  “You can’t!” Kaylee struggled as hard as she could but the huge male slave was already pushing her to the hard tile floor. Lyra’s answer was a nasty laugh.

  “Let’s see how well you like being penetrated now, shall we?” she snapped. “Geemus has quite a prodigiously large shaft and I haven’t let him breed a female in ages.”

  The huge, sweaty slave loomed over Kaylee, a leer on his brutish face. His meaty hands closed over her wrists and a thick thigh parted her own. Kaylee kicked out, but her bare feet were no match for his brawn. He only laughed at her, a deep guffawing sound that made her think he wasn’t completely sane.

  “Enough of that now, mistress.” He had a voice like someone gargling with gravel. He transferred both her wrists to one hand and with the other, he grabbed her throat.

  Kaylee gasped for breath, her airway narrowed to a tiny thread. But still she fought, though her kicking and struggling was having no effect at all. A horrible realization came to her—she was trapped and probably going to die. As the slave’s huge, sweaty face loomed in her vision like a pockmarked moon, Kaylee closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see her fate. Please, Goddess, let it be over quickly. If I’m going to die, don’t let it take long or hurt too much!

  The massive slaved pressed his bulk against her, his foul breath blowing in her face, the stick of his sweat stinging her nostrils. Kaylee wanted to shy away from him but she was too weak…she could not longer get enough air to fight. She could feel herself fading…

  Suddenly the heavy weight was dragged off her and she could breathe again. She drew in a choking breath and coughed it back out again. Who…?

  “Fucking scum!” a deep, familiar voice growled. “Don’t you fucking touch her!”

  Kaylee opened her eyes and looked up to see Solar standing behind the slave who had been attacking her, his long fingers wrapped around the other male’s throat. Geemus was already turning reddish-purple in the face and he clawed desperately at the fingers cutting off his air supply.

  “Solar?” she whispered hoarsely, scarcely daring to believe it.

  “Got it in one, sweetheart.” He was squeezing even tighter now, choking the massive slave from behind until Geemus’s entire face went dark with congested blood. Kaylee wondered if she’d looked like that a minute ago when the slave had his fingers wrapped around her throat.

  “But…but what are you doing here?” she couldn’t help asking.

  Solar gave her a swift glance. “Saving your ass, apparently.”

  At that moment, Geemus broke Solar’s hold around his neck and swung around to grapple with him face to face.

  Kaylee gasped and jumped back as the punches flew. Beside her, Lyra did the same. At the same time, she was pulling something out of her designer bag—some kind of projectile weapon. To Kaylee’s horror, she raised the muzzle and pointed it at Solar.

  “No—you can’t!” Without thinking Kaylee leapt forward and tried to knock the gun out of Lyra’s hand. She succeeded but not before her former “friend” got off a shot. The blast went wild, a beam of blue light grazing Kaylee’s arm, which immediately went numb, then hitting the huge, bald Geemus squarely in the center of his oily chest.

  Geemus grunted and dropped like a sack of stones to the tile floor, his eyes rolling up to show the whites.

  “Now, look what you’ve done!” raged Lyra. “He was on loan from my sister. If you’ve damaged him there’ll be hell to pay.”

  “Oh my Goddess, Is he dead?” Kaylee ran forward, her left arm hanging limp against her side.

  “No, just stunned,” Solar said grimly, bending over the other male, He rose slowly, wiping blood from his mouth. “He should be out for a good long time.” He glared at Lyra. “Long enough to take care of you, anyway.”

  “Stay away.” Lyra was already backing up, trying to keep an eye on Solar as she also searched the floor frantically for her dropped weapon.

  “Looking for this?” Solar stooped and scooped it up, holding the small silver projectile in the palm of his large hand.

  “Give it to me! At once, slave!” Lyra demanded imperiously.

  Solar’s face grew dark.

  “I’m not your fucking slave,” he growled. “And I’m not putting up with your shit anymore.” He did something to the settings on the silver weapon and then pointed it at Lyra and shot her point blank in the chest.

  Chapter Nine

  Kaylee gave a strangled little scream as the other female crumpled to a heap on the floor. She took a step back from Solar, her eyes going wide.

  “Don’t worry.” He turned to her quickly and lay the gun down on the floor at his feet. “She’s just stunned. Look—see? I’m putting it down.”

  “Just stunned?” She looked over and saw that Lyra’s chest was still rising and falling. “Not…”

  “Dead? No. I could never bring myself to kill a female. Not even a sadistic one like your friend Lyra,” he said roughly.

  “She’s not my friend,” Kaylee said in a choked voice. “She never was. I know that now.”

  The angry look in his green and gold eyes softened somewhat.

  “Sorry you had to find that out the hard way.”

  “Thanks for helping me,” Kaylee said. “But…why did you come back?”

  “I heard what she was planning to do before I left,” he said gruffly. “Or at least I heard that she was counting on me to kill you so she could get her hands on your inheritance after she discredited you.”

  Suddenly Kaylee understood.

  “It was you—you changed the images on her Communi-K.”

  Solar smiled grimly.

  “Guilty as charged. I’m the tech officer for my ship as well as the navigator and first mate. Image manipulation is kind of a hobby of mine.”

  “Well you did a really good job,” Kaylee said. “I mean, nobody would have ever guessed that was me instead of Lyra. Nobody who didn’t know what my, uh…what that part of my anatomy looked like, anyway.”

  The thought of someone else knowing what her pussy looked like and the memory of what she and Solar had done together made her feel hot all over. Suddenly she realized that she was standing there completely nude, talking to him as though it was no big deal. She tried to cover herself with her arms, only to find that the left one was completely dead—she couldn’t move it a bit.

  Solar noticed her struggle to move her arm and came forward, a concerned look on his face.

  “Hey, did Lyra hit you with the stun beam?” he asked, reaching for her numb arm.

  “I think so. She was aiming it at you and I tried to knock it out of the way but I think part of the beam hit my arm.” Kaylee took a step and almost fell as her left leg tried to give way. She looked up at Solar with wide eyes. “What’s happening? I know she didn’t hit my leg—why is it going numb?”

  “The effects are spreading,” he said grimly. “You need to counteract them at once. Here.”

  He toed off his boots and began to strip out of the black leather trousers and green shirt he was wearing.

  “What are you doing?” Kaylee asked, confused and worried.

  “Need to get you in the warm bubble pool ASAP,” he growled. “The heat will counteract the effects of the stun beam.”

  “Well, I can go in myself,” she protested, feeling suddenly shy as his tan, muscular body was revealed.

  “Get into a deep pool of liquid by yourself with half your body numb? I don’t think so,” Solar growled, frowning. “I’m getting in with you. But these are the only clothes I have and I went through a hell of a lot to get them. I’m not soaking them in pink bubble bath—not when I might have to make a quick get away. Now, come here, sweetheart.” He was completely nude now and he swept her into his arms, making her gasp.

  “Oh!”

  “It’s all right.” He was already walking down the broad steps of the bubble pool, carrying her as easily as if she was a child. “You’ll be fine in a minute.”

  Kaylee bit her lip as he walked deeper into the w