Telepaths Don't Need Safewords, by Cecilia Tan Read Online Free

up." He cracked the
whip and I, and the spectators, jumped.
    "If you lay that whip on me,
I'll kill you," I said matter-of-factly. "Believe me,
Gallen, if I don't, then Arshan will."
    He raised his eyebrows at the use
of his name, and cracked the whip again.
    "Gallen," I repeated,
"Stop it, now."
    He circled me, rotated the X again
so that I was upright. The blood was rushing from my head as I tried
again. Arsh, get your
ass in here! I
struggled against the bindings, but they were as real as they looked.
"I am going to kill you!"
    And he struck me. The whip lashed
me on the chest, just above my left breast. Pain and adrenaline
flooded me. Arshan!!
    Yes?
    I tried to tell him what was
happening, but all that came through to him was a white hot burst of
pain as I was struck for only the second time in ten years by anyone
other than he. Perhaps that got the message through more clearly than
anything. I was panting. "You will die," I said. Gallen
lashed out again, and again. Sweat broke out all over my body as I
fought to contain the pain. I tried to breathe deeply, but I shook
too hard, he gave me no respite between strokes. He tricked me,
cracking the whip into the air sometimes, or raising his arm, and
then stopping. I did not scream.
    And then Arshan's voice in my
head. *he door's bolted.
Hang on!
    "Please, stop," I was
saying. I looked at the three spectators. "Someone, make him
stop!" One of them started forward, but Gallen cracked the whip
in front of them. He struck me again, on the cheek. I think tears ran
down my cheeks with the blood. "Gallen! Stop!"
    He was laughing. He let a few
more strokes fall, each one seemed harder than the last, and then he
threw the whip down and unsheathed his penis. He pushed the table
back flat and stood between my legs, rubbing his penis against the
inside of my thighs with his hand. I mustered up the strength to spit
at him and he thrust into me. "Still warm, I see," he said
as he fucked me vigorously. Trembling, I tried to pretend he wasn't
there. I closed my eyes this time, Arshan...?
    We're almost through... he answered. I could almost feel the clenching of his teeth.
    Gallen must have heard the door
beginning to give, for he redoubled his efforts and was exploding
into me just about the time Arshan came exploding through the door.
Arshan leapt straight over the table and knocked Gallen flat on his
back. One of the spectators pressed the release and tipped the table
forward. I stumbled to my knees, shaking life back into my arms. The
two of them struggled. I saw Arshan thrown backwards and Gallen stand
up.
    I tackled him in the midsection,
forcing him back against the wall, and swept his feet out from under
him. Once on top of him, I smashed my fist into his face. And again.
"I could just drive your nose up into your brain and kill you
instantly, " I heard myself say, "But I'd rather beat you
like this." I held onto his collar, lifting him up with my left
hand and then beating him down with the right. His face felt fleshy,
crunchy, knobbly all at once. I pulled him up to a sitting position
and switched to backfisting him, then round-housing him, then
backfisting him... the resounding smack of meat was all I could hear.
    Mriah! Mriah! Stop it! Arshan finally grabbed my wrist and I wondered how long he had been
trying to get my attention. He pulled me off of Gallen, and I
collapsed, sobbing. Gallen just lay there.
    He picked me up gently, wrapping
me in his cape. I couldn't think at all, I just cried for a while,
and he rocked me in his lap, humming a song softly in his throat. He
kissed my bruised cheek, smoothing my hair with his hand and holding
me. At some point I realized we were in the car, the smallness of the
space comforting me. I kept my eyes closed as he caressed my face. I
kissed him, drawing his energy deep into my chest as I inhaled. I
love you was the first
thing I could think. I drew him down on top of me then, kissing him
and kissing him, not opening my eyes even once. He