Though it’s about two months late, we’re only a few days away from the release of Tamara’s Choice, a quasi-standalone story set in the Dominion Trust series.
Originally published earlier in 2017 as part of the Hero Undercover boxed set, for a release of the title as a standalone I wanted to add in all the scenes that I’d cut in order to keep to word count restrictions inherent in boxed set projects. I decided to add a few new ones too as I was editing, and as a result the final word count (approx 40,000 words) has more than doubled from the original short novella length.
The novel is a standalone of sorts in the Dominion Trust series, as it’s not considered a full entry in the main sequence of the series. It can easily be read by people who’ve never read any other entries in the series. For those that care about this book’s place in the Dominion Trust setting/chronology, the events in this story take place a few months after the end of Quinton’s Crucible.
This story is easily one of my darkest and most twisted stories to date, and as such it’s NOT for everyone. Warm and fuzzy this story definitely is not. Not even close. This tale explores some dynamics and fetishes that are likely to polarize readers; it seems to be a love it or hate it proposition, and that’s okay with me. You have been warned:)
Release date is only a days away now, but I anticipate that an Amazon release will be further delayed. Amazon has grown rather strict of late in challenging stories that have previously been published in anthologies or boxed sets. This is as it should be; I’d much rather Amazon take the time to verify copyright than not bother to check if the person publishing a given story actually has the rights to do so. But, this process inevitably involves a delay in publication on Amazon for anything from a day to possibly a week+. We’ll see how it goes.
In the meantime, I wanted to share an excerpt that includes one of the new scenes in the book. It’s long, but I think you’re probably used to that from me…
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Excerpt – Tamara’s Choice by Trent Evans
A Summons to the Yard
Oddly, during the ride back to the farm in Nathan’s Hummer, the silk pulled tightly over his eyes once again afforded Eldon time to think about all that had happened, and all that might yet happen. Most of all if gave him a chance to try to figure out how the hell he was going to make this work.
“Almost there,” Nathan said from up front, the gravel beginning to clack against the undercarriage of the truck again.
There was at least a tiny bit of good news though. It was obvious now that Dr. Forster had some amount of trust in Eldon. Otherwise, Forster wouldn’t have sent him to the farm in his stead all over again. The fact that he was now doing this on a more or less regular basis was a positive sign.
Was it to simply play out a little more rope for Eldon to hang himself with, or was it an actual demonstration of increased trust?
The answer to that was critical, and yet Eldon knew he might not ever know for sure.
There was something else too, a realization he was afraid to admit to himself, even as he’d stood there and listened to Dr. Forster give him the news.
It meant he would get to see Tamara again — every week.
That knowledge had filled him with an excitement, a joy that he hadn’t felt in such a long time, he feared he wouldn’t know how to recognize it.
But it was there — and it was good.
Just like her.
Then the truck stopped, and the door opened, cool air whispering against his cheek. Eldon tensed, though he knew it was stupid. It risked giving him away as being nervous, but he couldn’t help himself. This was the time he was most vulnerable if things went sideways.
If something were to go wrong, Nathan could easily shoot him.
He had no doubt the man was capable of just that, if ordered to.
Then fingers were at Eldon’s blindfold, pulling it away, leaving him to blink away the harshness of the light.
Nathan gave him a wry grin. “Sorry about that, hoss. Still orders.”
“It’s okay,” Eldon said, rubbing his eyes with his fingers, “I get it. New guy. It’s all right.”
He hopped out of the truck, taking his black bag with him. Dr. Forster had sent him a new store of supplies — this time, hopefully things like basic antibiotics or the like that wouldn’t require issuing a new prescription.
He hadn’t had a chance to look through it yet. When he got in his room, he’d lay it all out, and try to figure out what half of it was. It wouldn’t do to demonstrate his uncertainty in front of anybody there at the farm.
It would raise far too much suspicion.
As they walked up the white gravel path toward the main residence, Eldon looked at the entrance turnaround. As before, there were a few vehicles, though less than the first time he’d come. But there was something else missing that was much more important — Tamara and her two interlocutors, the men who harried her.
He wanted to know who they were. He wanted to know why they came to visit her every Sunday. But it wasn’t time for that.
“What do we have on tap for today, Nathan?” He tried to make his voice sound casual, but he knew it came out forced.
Nathan glanced at him, striding ahead. “Oh, more of the usual. Nothing special, I don’t think.” Then Nathan stopped, a finger stroking his chin. “Actually, there is something that’s maybe a little bit… unusual. Heller wanted you to head out to the yard first today. There’s someone out there who wants to talk to you.”
Eldon’s chest tightened at the news. “Me? No one even knows me. I’m just Dr. Forster’s helper.”
“Apparently somebody knows you. They asked for you by name.” Nathan extended his hand. “I’m gonna leave you here”
Eldon shook it. “Thanks for the ride, as usual.”
“Tamara should be along in a minute or two,” Nathan said over his shoulder as he headed back toward the entrance.
It was the first good news Eldon had heard since he’d got here. He made his way out toward the yard, which was as far out on the property as he’d been yet. The yard was essentially a huge area, roughly the size of a soccer field that had been cut out directly from the forest. The perimeter was marked by a wide dirt track, well groomed, approximately the size of a four-hundred meter track one might see at a high school.
In the infield were numerous pieces of equipment apparatus he’d never seen before, along with several more outbuildings in a small fenced area. It looked like what he might imagine to be some sort of equestrian or horse racing installation. It appeared to be deserted, the morning gray threatening rain. The air was cool, the steam of his breath just visible as he walked toward the track, looking around to see who it was who wanted to meet him.
And then he saw them, two figures at the far end of the track, one standing on the infield grass, another one running in a sort of struggling, attenuated way along the track. It was a man — a tall man — his hands on his hips, watching the person running. As Eldon drew closer, he saw who it was that was running.
It was a woman. A mostly naked woman.
As he drew still closer, the man turned to him, the beaming smile familiar at once. It was the gruff man with the English accent he’d met in the milking barn, the one that Eldon had said would need a prescription for her mastitis.
“Eldon! Eldon, my lad, come over here!” The man raised his arm, waving it toward him, beckoning him over.
Eldon held up his hand in greeting, forcing himself to grin, feeling anything but happiness to be with this man again.
“Thank you for coming out, Eldon,” Drayton said. He shook his hand, two pumps, strong, almost harsh. The man was dressed in a pair of slate gray slacks, the light blue button down unbuttoned enough to hint at the dark hair upon his chest. His cuffs were rolled up to expose the sinews of formidable forearms.
Eldon’s keen eye didn’t miss the thick but supple leather strap clipped to the man’s black belt.
“Ah, sure, Mr. Drayton.” Eldon said, slinging the bag over his shoulder, distinctly uncomfortable.
“Kent, please. Sod all that formal shit.”
Eldon tried not to look at the girl, feeling as if he was once again intruding on a private interlude.
But Drayton would have nothing of it. Looking over at her, his voice took on a harsher, more gruff tone. “Gia, come over here, girl.” He beckoned her with a quick tilt of his head as one might a dog.
Eldon couldn’t help but watch her then as she trotted over. She was — as he’d originally surmised — essentially naked. From the waist down, the only thing she wore were a pair of white socks scrunched at the ankles, and athletic shoes. It was what was above her waist that had his jaw almost dropping to the ground.
It looked like nothing so much as a leather bandolier, only rather than crossing over her chest, holding dozens of rounds of ammunition, this one crossed between her breasts as a sort of harness. Her hands, bound at the wrists, were attached to the lower part of the harness, where a thick belt constricted her waist in a way that looked distinctly uncomfortable. Made of thick black leather, the harness crossed up between the breasts and then split, wrapping over both shoulders and then plunging down the back. Attached to the central “Y”, was a web of thin leather straps, which had been used to garrote both breasts at their base, making them balloon, the constriction causing them to color a deep pink.
Despite the way they’d been secured, her large breasts bobbed as she trotted over, the nipples dark and hard. As before, there was a fine tracery of bluish veins quite visible on the surface of both globes, though thankfully the nipples did not look as inflamed as they had the last time he’d seen them.
But there was more than just her bound breasts. A thick shield gag had been affixed over the lower part of her face, entirely covering her mouth and her jaw, her nostrils flaring with each quick breath, her pretty eyes — reflecting either fright or excitement — peering brightly at him, emphasizing her silence and her helplessness.
The hollows over her collarbones were deep, her shoulders rather slight for someone with breasts her size. The waist-cinching central belt emphasized the flare of her hips, the plumpness of her buttocks. Her sex was blatantly exposed between her thighs, completing the lurid display of subjugated woman. She looked far more naked than if she’d not worn anything at all. All the parts that made her lovely and feminine and vulnerable, were presented, displayed, emphasized.
His cock was already beginning to stir as she moved nearer, the woman finally halting at a subtle nod from her owner.
How do you know he owns her, Eldon?
But it was clear — in this place anyway — that he did. Whatever their actual relationship was, the dynamic here was clear: he commanded, she obeyed.
“What do you think, lad?” Drayton asked. “How does she look?”
Eldon gave him a quick glance, and the man nodded at him. Though he knew that it was completely unnecessary, Eldon palpated the woman’s breasts, feeling of the nipples, pressing here and there, looking to her to see if she winced.
Thankfully, she didn’t.
“Your medicine worked. Cleared her up right quick,” Drayton said behind him. “I wanted to thank you for your prompt service. The antibiotics arrived here at the farm the next day.”
“Nonsense,” Drayton said with a wave of his hand. “You weren’t just doing your job. You took care of my girl.”
“Well, you’re welcome” Eldon didn’t know where this was going.
“So, I wanted to ask you: is there something I can do in return, to repay you for your kind care of my girl?” The man looked at Gia pointedly, then back at Eldon.
“I–I’m not sure I understand. That’s what I’m supposed to do. This is my job.”
“Oh, come on. You know exactly what I mean. Look at her. You can’t tell me your cock’s not hard, looking at her right now.”
Stunned at the man’s bluntness, Eldon didn’t say anything for a moment, but unfortunately, locked eyes with the girl.
“I — could I talk to her?”
The man chuckled. “Of course. Let me get her gag off for you.”
“Uh, why is she gagged? If you don’t mind me asking…”
“Not at all. Helps to focus her, concentrate her mind on obeying me.” Drayton stepped beside her, lifting her hair presumably to access the clasp at the back of her neck. Then the gag fell away, and Eldon barely suppressed a groan at the sight.
As the gag was pulled from her mouth, Eldon noted the back of it had a phallus which intruded deeply into her mouth.
Perhaps it might not have been long enough to trigger her gagging reflex, but it must have been uncomfortably close to it.
Her eyes closed tightly as the glistening leather was drawn clear of her lips, her mouth inflamed, reddened, saliva pooling on her chin, at the corners of her lips. A single tear tracked down her cheek as she inhaled deeply. “Thank you, Master,” she murmured, almost breathless, her nostrils flaring wide.
“Hello, Gia,” Eldon said, trying to keep his voice smooth and relaxed. “How have you been feeling? Is the mastitis better, you think?”
She smiled, and it was a glorious sight, her teeth white and perfect, her eyes brimming again with tears.
For an instant, he wanted to touch her cheek and comfort her, though he knew not from what.
“Thank you, sir. It’s so much better. Hardly any pain at all now and”—her eyes flicked to her Master as color bloomed in her cheeks—“and my yield is… very healthy.”
“Oh, that’s great news,” Eldon said, the heat flaring at his own cheeks. He hoped Drayton hadn’t seen it. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
He looked over at Drayton. “Anything else I can do while I’m here?”
“That depends. What can she do for you?”
“I–I’m not sure…” Eldon said, though he knew exactly what the man was getting at.
“Perhaps a demonstration then? All right, girl. I’ll let you keep the gag off for now if you show our good man here your running legs.”
She blinked at that, and then gave them both a wan smile. “Of course.”
Turning in a practiced movement, almost a pirouette, she took off down the track as fast as she could go, her buttocks bouncing and wobbling as she went. Eldon cursed at himself inside, noting the paleness of her skin, wondering why there weren’t marks across her bottom.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
“Go go go, girl!” the man bellowed at the top of his lungs. “She’s a fast one, she is,” Drayton said out of the corner of his mouth. “She knows if she goes as fast as she can, she might have a chance at her Master’s mercy.”
“She thinks she wants it, but her cunt never lies. The harsher I am with her, the more it drips.”
He winked at Eldon. “It’s just the way of these creatures, women like her. Cruel to be kind, I guess you could say.”
“I guess you could,” Eldon murmured, watching the girl flash around the last turn, coming back toward them. It was clear from the deep furrow across her forehead, her squinting eyes that the bounce of her bound breasts was less than pleasant, but it was also quite clear that such considerations were immaterial to her Master.
Perhaps it was the very purpose of her demonstration of obedience.
Running as punishment. Jesus.
She slowed slightly as she passed by, the swollen breasts tolling like bells upon her chest. Sweat had broken out across her face, at the hollows of her collarbones.
“One more, girl,” Drayton said. “I want to see all you’ve got.”
She said something breathless in response, but Eldon couldn’t make it out. If anything, she poured on more speed. Despite the attenuation of her arms, she was amazingly quick, her strong, lithe legs carrying her along the track at a pace Eldon would never have expected. He watched, mesmerized, his cock now as hard as steel as the girl came around the final two turns. Toward the end, she was breathing hard, her face flushed, a pink blush across her upper chest, her breasts now an even deeper shade of rose.
Then she drew to a stop, standing before them again, her chest rising and falling rapidly like a bellows, nostrils flared, sweat pouring down her temples, a bead of it just below the hollow of her throat. Her nipples were even harder now, her fingers and hands twisting, now and then pulling at their bonds. Her smooth, well-muscled thighs twitched now and then as she stood there, catching her breath.
“Now, I’ll ask you again, Eldon. Is there anything she can do for you?”
“No, sir, I don’t think so. Thank you though.”
“Hmm.” Drayton stroked his chin, something flashing in his eyes for an instant. “She’s clearly a vision. What man could resist her? Perhaps if you’ve refused her… she’s done something wrong. Something to make herself less… pleasing.”
“Wait, I… didn’t say that.”
“So, then she is of interest to you after all?”
Eldon swallowed. “I… it wouldn’t be right, Mr. Drayton. I’m just here to help.”
Drayton shrugged dramatically, but the way he fingered the strap at his hip told the real tale. “Of course, that’s your right, but I’ll have to investigate this, see what she’s done to… disappoint. For information purposes only, you see.”
Drayton unclipped the strap from his belt, and Gia visibly paled as she met her owner’s gaze.
“Look, Mr. Dayton — Kent — she’s… beautiful. It’s not that, it’s just that… I can’t.”
“Quite right, no explanation necessary.” The man took a slow step toward the girl.
Eldon realized at that moment that even if Drayton assured him she wouldn’t be punished for it, he was sure that as soon as he left them, the man would indeed punish Gia severely.
What was worse, it was clear Drayton knew Eldon understood this. The sly smile playing at the stern man’s lips betrayed his true intentions in this little game of Gia’s humiliation — and Eldon’s manipulation.
We don’t fuck the hookers!
But even as the warning blared in his mind, Eldon unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. There was no way he was going to let the poor woman be punished if there was something he could do to prevent it.
Is that what you’re really going to tell yourself?
“I thought you might come around,” Drayton murmured, clipping the strap to his hip, a note of triumph in his cultured voice. “Now then, Gia. On your knees, like a good girl.”
She pulled Eldon’s length from his pants before he could utter a syllable of protest, and with Herculean effort he kept his mouth shut as her pink tongue extended.
The tip was pierced with a broad silver stud, the rounded, polished ends gleaming in the pale morning light
, the lower end making a muted sound against her teeth as she laved the underside of his cock with the broadest part of her tongue.
“No messing about, girl. Do a proper job.” Drayton moved behind her, such that she was surrounded by the men. The thought only made Eldon’s cock throb more.
He kept his gaze upon her as she went to work, sucking hard and deep, her cheeks hollowing, her lips so soft, and warm, and wet as they enveloped him, their firm grip slipping down the shaft of his cock. She paused a moment, but Drayton patted the top of her head.
“He’s a big man, but that’s no excuse. You know what I expect. All of it now.”
Down, down she went, until the smooth, firm tip of her nose protruded against his pubis, tickling him among the hairs there. An audible clicking sound could be heard from deep in her throat, and Eldon longed to stroke her cheek, to murmur that she didn’t have to do this.
Even as he wished he could take a firm hold of her hair and hold her down still longer, his hard cock sounding the velvet depths of her throat.
You’re no better than they are.
And as she finally drew up, taking a gasping breath then plunging down again, and again, and yet again, he knew it was true.
He was no better — even if the law said otherwise.
“Good girl,” Drayton said, his palm splayed upon the back of her skull as she pressed forward again. She did gag then, and she tensed, the hard bullets of her nipples brushing against Eldon’s thighs.
“No… no,” Drayton said, steel in his low voice. “Relax that throat, slut. Good… that’s a girl.”
She moved back a bit, then pushed forward, all the way down once more, nose pressed hard to Eldon’s pubic bone as Drayton held her firmly by the back of the head.
“That’s right, take all of him now.”
Eldon lost track of the number of times the cruel man made the gasping, increasingly desperate Gia swallow the entire length of his penis, but soon his head was swimming, his hips involuntarily bucking against the burning clutch of the woman’s firm lips and swirling, agile tongue.
His orgasm was building deep behind his balls, his testicles pulled up tight, thigh muscles like iron cords, and though he tried to hold back, a low groan escaped his lips.
“Would you like it on her face or down her throat, my good man?”
Before Eldon could reply, shocked as he was, a quick swirl of the tongue piercing across the frenulum of his cock had his climax pouring forth.
“Ah, a gentlemen after all,” Drayton said with a chuckle. “Don’t miss a drop girl, or you’ll be the worse for it.”
Eldon grunted once, twice, and yet again as he thrust hard against the girl’s face, at once mortified that he’d succumbed to this and yet, undeniably satisfied at her expert technique. He was still half-erect when he gently pulled free from the clutch of her lips, a thin line of semen extending from her lip to the head of his cock. It stretched too far then, breaking, a trail of it glistening against her chin.
She quickly licked it away as Eldon met her gaze, silently mouthing “I’m sorry” to her as he tucked himself back inside his pants.
The quick flash of understanding, then gratitude, he saw in her eyes helped partially assuage the deep, aching guilt he suddenly felt at indulging himself in that way.
Not only was it wrong, but it could very well have endangered the entire assignment.
He’d have to deal with the fallout later though. For now, he had to extricate himself from the situation.
“I trust she satisfied?” Drayton asked, inclining his head. “If not, then I will have to take… remedial action.”
“Oh no… that’s not necessary.” Eldon exhaled a long breath. “She’s… very good.”
Drayton grinned at that, as if Eldon had just complimented him on the paint job of his prized hot rod. “Excellent! She is a well-trained one, after all — and very eager to please.”
The man’s finger pointed at the ground before him. “Attention, slut.”
Almost on reflex, Gia scrambled to turn to him on her hands and knees. The man’s cock, long and slender, veins twining along its length, was out almost immediately, the color bright in the muted morning light. She took it in her mouth immediately, her eyes peering up at her Master the entire time.
Drayton took hold of her hair, holding it tightly at the crown of her head, almost like a pommel, controlling the depth of her suction.
“Christ! She does suck the hardest after a good run. You sure you don’t want another go at her?” He began thrusting languidly into the girl’s mouth. “I can tell you her cunt will be a running river after servicing the both of us. Give her a long, hard ride before you’re off to your other duties?”
“No. No, thank you, sir,” Eldon said, his mouth dry as a burlap sack. “I-I have to see other patients.” He backed away slowly, his eyes unable to look away from the quick plunge and retreat of the girl’s head over the man’s loins, her eyes never leaving her Master’s.
“Until next time then,” Drayton said, his gaze flicking to something over Eldon’s shoulder before fixing upon him once more. “Thank you again for your kind care, Eldon.”
Troubled anew at the amount of arousal he saw watching that subjugated girl service the man who owned her, and relieved that Drayton hadn’t apparently noticed the bulge of his renewed erection, Eldon turned away.
Then he stopped in his tracks.
“Hello, Eldon,” Tamara said, her pink lips curving in a subtle smile. “I hope I didn’t… interrupt anything.”
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Until next time.