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Unearthly Lust (DonVoltonus and AndNich123)

"Look st this place. Its home. I don't belong in space. I'm not going back. I'm sorry. You will have to tell Sarovir."
 
She chuckled. "Not going to happen dear, you're his for life. Which is far longer than you'll expect."
 
"My going name k is not gonna happen. He's wonderful and all, but I belong here. I'll take my own life before I go back. You can't make me. I'll rip your necklace off exposing you. What do you think will happen to you then when they all see you? Just let me walk away. "
 
She smirked, pulling out a remote and pressing a button, Callie's panties vibrating. "And if you cum in the middle of the street?"
 
"You....you....something I don't wanna day! I think a pink cat will draw more attention! How could you? I will NEVERforgive you!"
 
"I think master needs to give you some levelers cutie." She chuckled, shutting the panties off. "Seriously, you need to relax. At this point you simply cannot reintegrate into society." She pulled her aside into a small copse of trees and bushes. "Now talk it out."
 
Callie paces among the trees and bushes. "Talk it out. Talk what out? There's nothing to talk out. I'm going home. Now you can let me go and go back and tell Sarovir. I'm sure he'll find me, but I have to see home."
 
"They'll never believe that," she laughs. "I don't have friends. Too busy studying. Plus what if I get there, and my parents have called in people to help find me? I have no friends, been missing, and I show up with a new friend? They'll suspect you. Are you ready to go through being questioned, or would it be so hard to trust me to come back?"
 
"I can handle questioning. I just don't know you well enough to trust you dear, you'd have to do some serious convincing."
 
"I haven't screamed, torn the necklace off, or even tried to run. I haven't attacked you in any way. I'm talking to you, trying to treat like a human being. Can you do the same?"
 
"Much like everything that has happened since Sarovir kidnapped me, I don't have a choice. Right? Just don't be surprised if I treat you less than human. Just look at it as me returning the favor," she told her as she headed away from the trees in the direction of her home.
 
Her house loomed large as ever. It appeared cold, like a museum. "Stay here," she told her as she nodded to the guard. "Don't let her in," she told him. "Danger." The guard nodded turning to face her. His hand not on his gun, but his eyes were glued to her. Once inside she went straight to her room. It looked exactly like it did when she left. She threw herself on her bed and began to sob.
 
The guard simply nodded. He knew from the word, 'danger,' that he should not trust this girl. The family only issued that single word under certain circumstances. He would draw his gun and shoot her before allowing her inside the house.

Callie looked around her room through tear stained eyes. She looked over at her message board with various things pinned to it. There was a post card for a tropical island she wanted to visit. Where the water was clear and the sand was white. She sat up wiping her eyes before reaching for the phone. "Hi daddy. I was wondering, could I use the company jet to fly somewhere? I'm fine daddy. I was visiting someone. Really daddy. I'm okay. You will? Okay. As long as I can fly I don't care if it is first class on another plane. Will the driver meet me in the garage? Thank you daddy, for everything. For booking the plane and talking to the driver, thank you." She hangs up and stands looking out the window for the girl and the guard.
 
She leaned towards the guard. "Come on, why don't we have a little fun? I won't try to go into the house."
 
The guard grins at her. She's a beautiful, young lady. He's sure her body is tight and firm. He leans in closer to her. "What do you have in mind?"

Callie was rushing to pack a few things she knew she would need. A quick call from the driver was the only let her know he and the car were both ready when she was.
 
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