Dragon Candy Volume 2

Talia Skye

Description

Candy explores the strange world of the "Kami" empire that she entered in Dragon Candy 1: Captured. Fully enslaved now she must go where her master takes her, and where her master takes her is ever deeper into realms of total subjugation. While the powerful elite of the empire plot the downfall of our world, Candy must confine herself to giving pleasure to whomever she is lent. Talia Skye continues to dazzle with her scenes of ingenious bondage and dominance whilst her strange alternative world is thrown into ever sharper focus. Worlds are set to collide and Candy's love for her cruel master grows deeper with every submission he requires from her.

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 06 février 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781781660065
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Title Page

DRAGON CANDY 2: TRAINED
Erotic Adventures And Torment In A World Beyond Our Own










By
Talia Skye




Publisher Information

Dragon Candy 2: Trained Published in 2012
By Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Copyright © Talia Skye

The right of Talia Skye to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.




Chapter One

Corporal Davis continued to stroll down the eerie streets of Kentucket. Although he was in no real rush, he still glared moodily at anyone who blocked his path until they shuffled aside. It was an old salvagers habit and a hard one to break, even in retirement.
The town of Kentucket was a moderately prosperous one. It sat upon a brief range of hills where many small streams meandered through the low grounds, ducking under decorative bridges and squeezing through numerous small dams. The ornate dams created a series of ponds and tiny lakes that supplemented local irrigation, served as rice paddies, or were home to shoals of captive fish.
The numerous streams connected as they fled the hills, forming into one nameless river that rolled down through the Wastelands and fed into the Nias Sea. However, this spectacular water system had nothing to do with delivering the most striking feature of the town.
Large wooden hulks towered above the shops and small homes, and in these ancient pirate junks were housed some of the more prominent businesses of Kentucket. The story of what they were and how they had come to be here was an often-told one because they were probably the closest things to a tourist attraction in the Wastelands.
The crews of these vessels had been loyal to the infamous female pirate, Ching Shih and had deserted their vessels not long after the Vortex had ripped them from the seas of Earth and dumped them here. They had quickly made for the oceans, which were more familiar territory and soon afterwards, local settlers had stripped the junks of all available metal before turning them into hardened buildings. It was indicative of the Pangaean mentality. Nothing ever went to waste, and one mans derelict was another mans treasure.
The wooden shells had discarded their threatening pirate insignia and now flaunted inviting signs, bargains, offers, and other enticements to draw people up their gangplanks and drawbridges. Homes had grown on the decks and some of the larger masts bore makeshift windmills.
Sometimes Davis wondered why the existence of the Vortex continued to remain hidden from the nations of Earth. Historical losses such as the pirate ships had been concealed by the passing of countless years and in modern times, wartime casualties were easily attributed to hostile action. Nevertheless, he could not comprehend how anyone could so readily write off those that the rift was taking even today.
The area where the gateway most often opened was a paranoid one with old enmities, covert action, and constant power struggles that could offer a cover, but it still amazed Davis that no action or investigation ever seemed to happen. Still, he was here now and pining about another world was futile. He brushed the thoughts away and surveyed the odd town with fresh enthusiasm.
Davis liked Kentucket. It had a calmer air to it than the more rambunctious settlements of the inner territories. There were some generators offering token power to the more prestigious locations, but the frontier quality of the Wastelands remained and as usual was tempered by the scarcity of any metal.
Davis had been instrumental in offering this town as a destination and had largely done so in the hope of breaking the Captains melancholy attitude. If this did not work, a taste of long lost home might and so they would follow the river down to the coastal town of Yorktah. This was one of the oldest American settlements, primarily due to the arrival of the USS Cyclops back in 1918. The five hundred and fifty-foot long cargo ship now sported oars, catapults, ballista, and trebuchets to guard the town from raiders. It was the only metal-hulled vessel still in operation and was the towns most prized and honoured asset. Cyclops was also unusual in that it had been dragged through from a chance activation of the Vortex near the coast of Bermuda. Most craft were sucked through off Japan, and most of these were dropped in the foreboding depths of the Kami Empire.

Everyone feared the Empire, and it caused great anxiety for Davis when his Captain occasionally looked towards the west where an impenetrable shield wall linked armoured pagodas and sported ranks of artillery to deny access to that strange and decadent land.
Candice had been taken there, and the Captains heart and enthusiasm had gone with her. Davis could entirely sympathise, because even in a land where females were as rare as metal, the woman had been exceptional. Delicate sable locks contrasted blue eyes that sparkled like ice against a midwinter sun. Unblemished pale skin that had clearly never tasted toil or abrasive desert winds contained sublime curves and a toned and alluring physique. There had been something so entrancing about her, a fragility that seemed completely at odds with her brash and rebellious nature. When she was bound, the tight embrace of rope seemed to protect as well as subdue and it had been hard for Davis to refrain from constantly staring at her when she was in this vulnerable state.
Candice had earned more money and prestige for the salvagers than the sale of all the looted material from her yacht, but the slave market that had bought her failed to profit from her purchase.
A sudden brittle crash snatched his attention and Davis whirled to see a humanoid form fly through a window and tumble onto the street. Shards of broken glass danced upon the wooden sidewalk and the figure briefly pawed at the bare soil of the road before laying still.
Davis drew his sword and instantly broke into a sprint. He burst through the saloon doors and squinted to accustom to the gloom. The doors swung shut in his wake and reduced the amount of light even further.
Two figures drew his attention, largely because everyone else was backing away from them. The barman was hollering for them to stop while fumbling under the bar for a crossbow, but the combatants were paying little heed.
The ragged form of his commanding officer jerked free of a grapple and delivered a stern headbutt that sent his assailant reeling. A nearby table took his legs from under him and he tumbled across the surface before collapsing to the floor.
‘Cap!’ roared Davis and started to rush over when he saw the barman bring his crossbow to bear.
Davis darted in front of the intended target, dragged free his pistol, and took aim.
‘Think again, pal,’ he warned and cocked the weapon to add emphasis to his warning.
Since they had struck it rich, the squad could now afford firearms. This was a distinct privilege on Pangaea because modern weapons required a lot of valuable alloys and of course, they hurled expensive nuggets of metal. Every bullet was exceptionally precious, and one could sometimes call a gunman’s bluff to see if they were either unwilling to waste ammunition or hadn’t been able afford to load the weapon in the first place. However, Davis was not lying and was more than willing to prove it in defence of his leader. Without breaking eye contact he sheathed his sword to illustrate his supreme confidence in the capabilities of the firearm.
The bar man stared at the weapon and then lowered the crossbow back to the counter. He hoisted his hands in surrender and jerked a thumb towards the door.
‘Get the hell outta my place and take that drunk with you!’
Only now did the captain become aware of the jeopardy he was in, but it was clear that he hardly cared. He grabbed a nearby bottle and ambled towards the door with a dismissive huff, almost falling over a broken stool as he went.
Davis followed him and kept his back to the door. His aim wove from person to person to dissuade pursuit but people were already ignoring him and returning to their previous pursuits.
The captain staggered through the door and Davis quickly jumped through and helped hold him up as his legs started to falter beneath him.
Sometimes Davis cursed their good fortune. Finding a stray yacht was an unparalleled opportunity for retirement, but to find a female on board offered even greater riches. The metal they had looted from the boat was a great haul, but it was the sale of its nubile executive owner that had furnished the real riches. Before her auction had finished, a retrieval force from the Kami Empire had taken her, and few people were going to argue with Mitama armed with assault weapons and riding armour plated thirty-foot tall Megalosaurs.
They had assumed that the Imperial warriors had been sent to claim the stray yacht but instead it was Candice who had vanished with the cavalry. The troops had even known her name, and this mystery fuelled more speculation and interest in the beautiful woman. What the Empire wanted with her would never be known, but the Captains regret in selling her was not te