Delivered by the Defender (Kindred Tales)

“I…I didn’t think I’d see you this morning,” she admitted softly. “I thought maybe you were upset with me and you wouldn’t want to see me.”

“Why would I be upset?” Valen demanded, his frown deepening. “No, don’t answer that,” he added, raising a hand to stop her. “Look, yesterday is in the past. I realize things got a bit…fraught, between us, but I think it was only because we were both tired. It’s important to remember that what we have is a business arrangement, only. An arrangement which will be over after the gala, as soon as I deliver you back to the spaceport and see you safely onto your correct flight back to the Mother Ship.”

“Oh…” Selena felt her heart drop. For a moment she’d dared to hope that he might have changed his mind, but of course he hadn’t. Clearly he still intended to keep his vow. “A business arrangement,” she said dully. “Of course, you’re right.”

“But that doesn’t mean we have to have all business and no pleasure,” Valen continued, surprising her. “In fact, I’ve decided that today we’ll be taking a tour of some of the most beautiful spots of Ma’shorka Centra. Starting with the beach.”

“The beach? You’re taking me to the beach!” Selena asked, excitedly. Where she lived in Iowa, she was pretty far from any kind of beach. Her family had gone once, on a special vacation to Florida, when she was a kid. She had never forgotten the fun of playing in the waves and building sand castles.

And a trip to the beach would certainly explain the big Kindred’s attire. Instead of his uniform, he was wearing blue shorts that fell to the knee and a white t-shirt that clung lovingly to his broad shoulders and muscular chest.

“Yes, the beach—to start with,” he said decisively. “Which means we must get you into a harness.”

Selena bit her lip.

“Do I have to wear the harness?” she asked. “What if the suction cup things go nuts again?”

“No, no—I wouldn’t make you wear a metal harness at the beach,” Valen said, scowling. “The sun might overheat the metal and burn you—what kind of Master would I be if I let that happen? I have a beach harness with me.”

And, reaching into the pocket of his shorts—which showed his tanned and muscular legs—he brought out a collection of thick, stretchy red strings which looked a bit like the kind of material bathing suits were made of back on Earth.

“What’s that—some kind of string bikini?” Selena asked.

“It’s a beach harness—every Dependent Female there will be wearing one,” Valen assured her. “Now stand up so I can put it on you.”

Obediently, Selena slid off the bed and stood in front of the big Kindred. Valen began putting the harness on her with quick competence, arranging the strings and tying them in back.

Looking down at herself, Selena saw that the beach harness was indeed like a string bikini—with an emphasis on the string part. Because that was basically all the harness was—just a collection of dark red, stretchy strings that framed her breasts without covering them. There were two open triangles that framed her nipples and a string connecting them in the center which hung down, probably to act as the leash, she supposed.

“Is that the leash part?” she asked, as Valen finished tying the breast harness in place.

“Part of it.” He sounded distracted. “Here—spread your legs so that I can get the bottom part of this in place.”

Selena did as she was told, blushing a little as the big Kindred knelt on the floor in front of her to tie the bottom part of the harness in place. His face was so close, she could feel his hot breath against her outer pussy lips. She just hoped he couldn’t tell how hot and wet she was getting from the masterful way he was handling her body.

The bottom harness consisted of a string that wrapped around her hips and another open triangle, which framed her pussy. But this one had a long string that started at the back and came up between her legs. Kind of like a thong, Selena thought.

“Very good,” Valen murmured. “Now to place the bottom part of the leash. Spread your pussy lips for me, little one, so that I can get it just right.”

“Oh…” Selena bit her lower lip. “You…you want me to…”

He looked up at her, frowning sternly.

“To open your pussy lips for me so that I can get you harnessed properly. Is that a problem Selena? You spread your legs for me earlier and claimed you weren’t embarrassed. Are you ashamed now, for me to see your inner pussy?”

Actually, she was. If she opened herself, she knew he would see how hot and wet and swollen she was getting. It was embarrassing to admit that being mastered by him turned her on so much.