Enslaving the Master (3 page)

Doreen tried not to stare. After all, on
Luna Ten, having sex was as natural as breathing. Guy ordering Cassie to suck
his huge cock while he spoke with her sister was no breach of etiquette. Not at
all. So why was Doreen’s mouth watering, and why were the muscles of her pussy
contracting furiously? It wasn’t she who was giving head, and her ass wasn’t
contracting around a long, thick plug most of the time it wasn’t being occupied
by a Master’s cock. A plug like the one whose ruby-headed base now glittered
between Cassie’s round ass cheeks.

More was the pity. “Guy, I’ve decided I
want a man. A whole man.” She wasn’t about to defer to hers the way Cassie
did—except when it came to sex—but she was tired of trying to get off with a
bot and a couple of eunuchs who didn’t have the capacity to accept release from
her in return.

She was even more tired of feeling guilty
for taking pleasure that she couldn’t give back in kind. What she wanted was a
companion who’d treat her as an equal, who’d demand as much as he was eager to
give. A mate who’d force her to the limits of ecstasy as she’d never had done
before. A man she could bring to climax, one with whom she could share body and
soul. It surprised the hell out of her because she’d always valued her
independence, but she wanted more than a fucking machine.

Doreen wanted a Master she could stand with
before a celebrant. Though she’d have denied it yesterday, she wanted to feel
the weight of his collar when he locked it around her neck, a tangible reminder
that he belonged to her, as much as she belonged to him. She wanted him to make
her his sex slave. Her butt tightened at the thought of the plug the celebrant
would insert there, and that her Master would remove and replace with his big,
hot cock. As she watched Cassie pleasure Guy, Doreen decided she wouldn’t even
mind having her tongue pierced with the symbol of their mating, since his
tongue would be pierced, too. Her clit twitched when she imagined her Master
lapping her there with his steel-studded tongue.

She’d make him moan with pleasure when she
licked his shaft and sucked his ball sac on his command. Yes, she’d make good
use of her ceremonial tongue stud to enslave her Master.

“Oooh, baby, that feels good.” Guy groaned,
shoving his hips forward to force the root of his big cock hard against
Cassie’s open lips. When he glanced at Doreen, he wore a surprised expression.
“You’re sure you want a Master?”

“Well…” Doreen hated the thought of placing
her entire life in the hands of somebody else, but she’d begun to see the
benefits. On Luna Ten all whole men were Masters, their mates slaves. “Yes, I
do. Really. I know I said I didn’t, but I was wrong. I want a man. Or, if you
know any guys like you—cyborgs, that is—one of them might work.”

“I don’t know… Cassie, baby, oh gods, I’m
gonna come.” Guy let out a deep sigh of satisfaction and then stood still, his
big body shaking while Cassie licked his cock clean. “That was good.” He caught
her ponytail and brought her to her feet. “I’m still hard. Ride me.”

When he had Cassie perched on his cock, her
legs locked around his waist and her hands on his shoulders, he leaned against
the wall. He began tweaking her nipples and tugging at the gold rings that
adorned them. Giving as good as Cassie had just given him. Maybe better, Doreen
decided when she saw Cassie’s eyes glaze over and heard her start to whimper
the way she always did when Guy brought her close to the edge.

Guy paused and eyed Doreen. “I’ll do my
best to find you a mate. I have a buddy coming in a few days to drop off some
supplies. He may know a breeder male back on Earth who has run afoul of the
Federation.” Each word came out slowly, punctuated by a hard thrust of his
hips, a downward pull on Cassie’s nipples, and Cassie’s breathy whimpers as her
climax neared. “If you show him a good time, he might be willing to scout you
out a Master. I know he’s going back to Earth after he stops here.”

“Master. Please, Master. Please let me
come. Oh, yes.” Cassie’s voice sounded ragged and her muscles tightened
visibly. The rubies in her butt plug and those that decorated Guy’s big, satiny
ball sac twinkled in a sea of glistening lubrication. Doreen’s mouth went dry. Their
climaxes must have come together, the way Doreen wanted her own Master’s
orgasms to trigger her own.

It was times like these that Doreen wished
Luna Ten had rules, such as no fucking within plain view of non-participants.
Even where she stood, across the room, she got a painfully arousing,
envy-eliciting view of every orgasmic twitch of her sister’s straining body,
each hard thrust of Guy’s massive cock. Even the smell of sex and the slapping
sounds of wet flesh on wet flesh were making Doreen frantic with the need for
release.

“Arghhh.” Guy slammed Cassie onto his cock
and took her squeal of pleasure-pain into his mouth as he came again.

The second time in what? Five minutes?
Doreen knew then she’d made the right decision. She’d fucked to death her last
sexbot. “You two keep on having your fun. I’m going to find Argus and Aloysius
and get them started cleaning up this mess.”

“Shedir will be docking at nine o’clock on
Friday. Be in the dungeon if you want to meet him.” Though Guy was panting so
hard he could barely speak now, Doreen had no doubt he and Cassie would be
fucking and sucking again before long. If the gods were listening to her silent
pleas, they would go home instead of staying here and setting her on fire with
unrelieved lust.

More than they already had, that is.

Chapter Two

When in Rome…

In his stateroom aboard the transporter,
Shedir stripped and began to oil his skin from head to toe. Good thing he’d
visited the barber yesterday, since wearing clothing on Luna Ten was apparently
frowned upon as much as nudity was back home. He ran his fingers over his scalp
and groin, checking for unsightly re-growth that showed up too damn soon on
him, with his thick, black hair. He didn’t feel any stubble, which was good.

The thick, titanium ring through the head
of his cock caught the light. The ritual piercing—the thick ring through the
cock head—was required by Federation law and done to all breeders. The matching
ladder and barbell piercings that adorned his shaft and scrotum signified his
high rank at Federation Star Command. They were a mark of pride. Anyone who
looked upon Shedir’s piercings knew he was a whole male, a breeder, and a
high-ranking officer at Federation Star Command.

A breeder. A Master, who, if he ever
settled on Luna Ten, would be seeking a mate. Since he still had things to do,
honors to receive on Earth, Shedir would seek pleasure only for the short time
he had on this tiny planet some called Eden. Pleasure from a willing
submissive, not a slave—Doreen, Guy’s sister-in-law, who apparently had
recently tested the stamina of several sexbots and found them wanting. A hot
beauty, if the image on the screen had done her justice.

Shrugging at his reflection, he lifted the
insignia that designated him a Level 4 Federation Star Commander—a heavy gold
chain and Celtic cross, sparkling with diamonds and emeralds—from around his
neck. It weighed heavy in his hand, a symbol of the rulers’ high expectations
for him. Decree stated that it must never leave his person. He laid it on his
sleeping couch.

Of course they’d also forbidden him to take
his pleasure with anything but the sexbot they’d issued him—the cold machine
now staring at him from its place in the corner of the stateroom. Still, he
hesitated to break too many rules, so he picked the chain up and hung it back
around his neck.

His heartbeat quickened when he imagined
fastening Doreen to the bondage wheel the transporter’s robots had just
unloaded for Luna Ten’s impressive dungeon. Shedir anticipated bringing her to
climax with his hands and mouth before claiming her cunt or ass. Maybe both, he
thought as his cock rose to attention against his belly, though a woman’s ass
was traditionally off-limits except to her bonded mate.

Though he loved flying and highly valued
his position at Star Command, patrolling the skies had its downside. It had
been too long—too long indeed—since he’d lingered on one of the pleasure
planets, slaking the lust he could relieve on Earth or in space only with
mechanical semen-collecting sexbots. Too long since he’d had the opportunity to
indulge in pleasures so forbidden that, if they were discovered by his
superiors, they would cost him his manhood if not his life.

Picking up the bag of sensual toys he’d
assembled, Shedir left the ship and strode across the landing strip to the
open-air dungeon where Guy had told him carnal ecstasy awaited him.

His first sight when he entered the dungeon
was the wheel he’d brought with him, standing in solitary splendor across from
a beautifully crafted St. Andrew’s Cross. His testicles drew up at the sight of
Guy’s mate, Cassie, buckled to the cross with wide leather restraints. Guy drew
his face away from his lover long enough to call out a greeting.

“Welcome to Luna Ten, my friend.”

Shedir returned the greeting. Then he saw
her. Doreen, Cassie’s sister. From the look of her, she was a submissive woman
in dire need of a Dominant male. She stood in the center of the dungeon,
beautifully naked but for a sparkling gold ring that pierced her swollen clit.
Her long blonde hair hung down her back, leaving her full, ripe breasts
uncloaked from his hungry gaze.
Damn.
Her eyes looked voracious. He
followed her gaze to his swollen cock, watched with growing arousal when her
pink tongue darted out between rosy, generous lips, inviting him.

She made him want to forget the niceties,
toss her across one of the fucking benches and take her hard and fast, no
preliminaries. But he wanted this rare treat to last, for who knew when
opportunity would arise again. Her pink-tipped breasts invited his hands, his
mouth. But her impudent little clit called louder, summoning him to explore
further between those satiny, swollen cunt lips.

Unlike a proper submissive, Doreen spoke
first, her expression frankly appraising, and apparently, from the way she
licked her full, red lips, she liked what she saw. “You must be Star Commander
Shedir. What can I do to make your visit with us more pleasurable?”

You can try your best to fuck me to
death, the way Guy mentioned you did your sexbots
.

Shedir gestured toward the wheel. “I’m
certain we’ll think of something. Come here, and I’ll show you what it’s like
to fuck a man instead of a bot.”

She looked at him, her gaze scorching his
flesh. “Gladly.” With a sassy swing of her slim hips, she closed the distance
between them, following where he led. When he reached the wheel, he set his bag
of playthings on a conveniently placed bench. “Back up against the wheel and
raise your arms.”

Carefully, he strapped the padded leather
belt in the center of the wheel around her narrow waist and bound her arms to
opposing spokes. When he tilted the wheel to raise her feet off the floor, she
spread her legs before he could order her to do so. Her eagerness fed his lust,
and he felt his nostrils flare as the heady scent of her wafted on the breeze.
That lush fragrance reminded him of the flowers on the little planet’s famous
fucking vines, mingled with her own female musk.

He bound Doreen’s firm, shapely legs to the
wheel at the ankles, knees, and thighs. Her slick, swollen cunt beckoned,
spread wide open as it was to serve his pleasure. When he leaned over and
licked the dew from her satiny outer lips, more blood engorged his already
rock-hard cock.

“You distract me with your sweet, juicy
cunt.” He blew on her clit then circled her two enticing holes with his tongue
before pulling away. “I got ahead of myself. Wait. I’ve got just the thing to
make you feel very, very full.” First stroking her anus and cunt with the tip
of one finger, he then reached in his bag and withdrew two sparkling, flexible dildos.
“You’re one hot woman. As hot as though you were waiting especially for me, not
for the Master Guy says you want me to help you find.” The head of the larger
dildo slid easily along her slick slit before he embedded it inside her wet,
swollen cunt.

She wiggled her ass, as though trying to
take more of the toy, and whimpered.

“Are you so happy that I am here?”

“Mmmm.” Doreen squirmed, lifting her hips
as far off the wheel as the restraining belts allowed. Gods, but she wanted the
hot-blooded male to get on with it, ram his beautiful cock in her and make her
come. She wanted to milk his seed, feel him spurting inside her spasming cunt.
“Fuck me. Don’t make me wait.”

“All in good time.
My
time.” Shedir
bent over her bound body, giving her a good enough look at his glowing scalp
that she could tell his hair, if he let it grow, would be black as a midnight
sky, as black as his compelling eyes. Her cunt clenched when she got a whiff of
the aromatic oil that burnished his swarthy, golden skin. His pecs rippled when
he shifted. When he straightened, she got a good look at his magnificent cock,
the shaft pale, the corona dark and thick, his scrotum round and full and
darker than his shaft. The heavy, thick ring and matching barbells in his
frenum ladder indicated his status as a breeder. They looked richly elegant in
their simplicity.

“Don’t worry,” he said, flashing brilliant
white teeth when he smiled. “I will allow you to pleasure me soon enough.”