Enslaving the Master (5 page)

It was coming, that buildup of pressure low
in her belly, the pressure she knew would lead to blessed release. She was
coming. Doreen suppressed a scream and rode the waves of delight while Shedir
tended her. His hips rocked as though he were fucking her but he never missed a
stroke until she collapsed beside him, spent yet still unsatisfied. She watched
the transparent robot ride him, wishing it were her impaled on his massive
cock.

“Do you enjoy watching? I wager you never
saw that before.”

No. Doreen hadn’t. Though she knew how a
hard cock felt inside her cunt, she’d certainly never watched a cock in action,
seen the throbbing veins, the flush of blood in the shaft, the darkening that
began in Shedir’s thick, rounded corona and spread downward as his climax
neared. “I want you inside me,” she said, feeling ridiculously jealous of the
bot.

“After the bot drains me, I will gladly
oblige you. Ahhh! I’m coming now.”

Spurt after spurt of creamy ejaculate
spewed from his cock and collected inside a reservoir. Doreen imagined feeling
that hot, slippery fluid spurting inside her, wished…

No, that wasn’t possible. Shedir had made
it clear that mating with her was not in his future. He was only doing her a
favor and sharing some pleasure in the process. Her cunt twitched with the
aftershocks of her orgasm, as though asking for the impossible. For the man it
wanted to be her mate.

“Lie here. I will return.” When he opened a
hidden flap on the robot’s belly, retrieved the bladder of semen, and replaced
the bladder, she remembered a story Guy had told, and then she knew. He had to
deliver the requisite amount of frozen semen when he returned to Earth, or pay
the consequences. This was the Federation’s way, it thought, of assuring the
chastity of its starship captains while they were out in the galaxy on their assigned
duty.

When Shedir returned, he claimed her
conventionally, the way the old ones spoke of making love. Mouth to mouth,
breast to chest, belly to belly, legs entwined. A gentle mating, more of the
minds and emotions than of the body, though his big cock filled her cunt
exquisitely as they moved in slow, sensuous rhythm while the starship hurtled
through space.

“Gods in the heavens, woman, I wish I dared
to come inside you,” he said when he pulled out and spilled his seed over her
belly. As though he wanted to mark her as his own, he rubbed his slick, hot
ejaculate into her skin until it practically disappeared. “But I do not.”

* * * * *

After having experienced the beauty and
peacefulness of Luna Ten, Shedir now regarded Earth as a barren wasteland. Particularly
this desolate, parched part of Earth where he had landed to rendezvous with his
former captain, Conan. “Where are we?” Doreen asked, her expression one of
shock when she stepped off the starship onto burned-out land destroyed in the
conflagration many years ago. “I thought you said we were on Earth?”

“We are. Admittedly this is not the most
attractive part of the planet. The man I believe will make you an excellent
mate will meet us here. I dared not bring you where Federation security might
witness this meeting.”

“Afraid of losing your job?” Her tone was
brittle, her step tentative as she descended the stairs from the starship.

Shedir had trouble believing her naiveté.
What he’d heard must have been true, that the rulers shielded their daughters from
learning the extent of brutal enforcement that kept the masses under control.
“I have no wish to lose my manhood, which would be the least of my punishment
if I were to be caught assisting an Earthling fugitive in his escape.”

“This man you want to mate me with is a
fugitive?” Doreen stopped, turned, and looked Shedir in the eye. “What are you
and Guy trying to do to me?”

“Conan is a good man. He fell into disfavor
with Star Command because he helped his half brother stow away on his starship.
The brother had been scheduled to be imprisoned and turned into a drone.”

“Where is the brother now?”

“On Obsidion, working as a eunuch sex slave
in one of the pleasure palaces. Apparently the boy had already lost his
testicles by the time Conan reached him, but at least he retained his humanity.
And his cock.”

Doreen’s mouth dropped open. “I hope he
isn’t working in the palace Nebula and I visited a few months ago.” She
remembered her own rented eunuch, his sadness—and his complaint that the palace
owner had withheld the hormone injections that would have allowed him to
provide her pleasure.

“I doubt it. I don’t think he has been
there more than a few weeks. Besides, there must be at least a dozen places in
the Streets of Pleasure where a woman can rent an Earthling eunuch.” Shedir
looked toward the sound of a mighty roar. “There. Conan should be on that
transporter. Good thing this side of Earth has plenty of room for landings.”

“I suppose.” She didn’t sound convinced
that his plan was a good thing.

Shedir squeezed her hand. He had thought
their conversation on the starship had convinced Doreen, when she begged him to
take her for himself, that any unaltered Earthling male could satisfy her as
well as he. Though she had pouted and continued trying to change his mind, he
thought she had eventually accepted that this new man might please her, perhaps
even more than he had.

Her attitude now seemed to say the
opposite, but she did perk up when Conan stepped into the light. Shedir’s
former captain was a good-looking devil, with twinkling eyes and a few days’
growth of dark-brown stubble on his head and cheeks. Though dirty and unkempt
in the tattered remnants of his uniform, and missing his right hand, Conan
still was an impressive figure—almost as impressive as he had been before being
stripped of his insignia and drummed out of Star Command.

Not even the visible evidence of his
mutilation destroyed Conan’s aura of command. And Shedir was certain Doreen was
attracted to his former commander. But when she would have gone to him, Shedir
held her back, unable to conquer the jealousy that suddenly overwhelmed him.
“Get back on the ship,” he spat out. “I have decided he is not for you.”

Confident the bot steward would follow his
quietly transmitted order, Shedir approached Conan as the battered transporter
he had arrived in lifted off. “Come quickly. Stow away with me. I will take you
to Obsidion,” he told the other man. “I was mistaken about there being a woman
for you on Luna Ten.”

* * * * *

As soon as she stepped back on the transporter,
the bot steward grabbed Doreen. She struggled, but she was no match for it. It
hefted her over its shoulder and delivered her onto Shedir’s sleeping couch,
tying her arms with the tethers Shedir had used the night before. Her robe
hiked up when the bot jerked her legs apart and secured them to the lower
mattress supports.

Just wait! I’ll have Shedir destroy you,
you insolent robot.
Then
Doreen began to laugh. The damn bots on the ship did nothing except on Shedir’s
orders. The roar of the other starship’s engines told her it, and Conan, had
lifted off.

She wanted to shout for joy. Shedir had
chosen her over his precious Starship Command. He had sent Conan away. She was
going to have the Master she wanted—the one who had captivated her from the moment
he’d secured her to the wheel and made her swallow his cock. Good. They were on
their way out of this desolate place. Back to Luna Ten. The shudder and creak
of the spaceship’s outer shell and the deafening sound of the rocket boosters
were music to her ears.

When she licked her lips, she could almost
taste him there. The arousing smell of clean male musk clung to the bed linens,
had her nipples puckering with anticipation and her cunt creaming and readying
itself for a Master’s invasion. She lifted her hips when she heard him coming,
offering herself for his pleasure.

Shedir entered his quarters and stood
beside the couch, hands on his narrow hips, and looked down at her with a
possessive gleam in his eyes. “I have decided to take you for my concubine. You
will travel with me when that is possible and wait for me on Luna Ten when it
is not.”

“Your concubine?”

“I will not lose you, but I cannot give up
all I have worked toward, only to live in exile on Luna Ten.” From the stern
set of his sensual lips, Doreen sensed his resolve.

So she was to be his slave but not his
mate? Doreen choked back the protest that came to her lips.

She wanted Shedir any way she could get
him, especially when he stood there, every inch the Master, stripping off his
boots and skintight uniform pants. The shining ring inserted through the
purplish head of his beautiful penis, and each barbell in his frenum ladder
caught the lamplight, held her gaze. Her mouth watered and her nipples hardened
in the cool, still air of the sleeping chamber.

But a voice inside her head told her this
was not what she wanted, not by a long shot. “You truly want to take me as your
concubine?”

“Yes. I have set a course for Obsidion. We
need to drop Conan off there. You will not talk with him. You are mine.”
Gloriously naked now except for that damn glittering insignia that he never
removed, Shedir sat on the edge of the bed, his dark eyes glowing with desire
as he cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs over her hardening nipples. “I
do not share what is mine. In the old days, my ancestors would have unmanned
any who even looked upon their women.” He slid one hand down her body and over
her exposed crotch. “I will have you fitted for a chastity belt while we are on
Obsidion. And a collar.”

“You would deny me my eunuchs and my sexbot
when you are away?” That didn’t seem fair to Doreen.

“You fucked your sexbot to death,
remember?” He slid a finger inside her damp cunt and wiggled it around. “Since
I understand that all the eunuchs on Luna Ten have been relieved of their cocks
as well as their balls, I will have your belt designed so the eunuchs may
pleasure you this way, or with their tongues. I am not a cruel man. These,
though, belong to me alone.” With his thumb and forefinger, he tugged on one
nipple, rolling it until shivers of desire had her trembling in her bonds.

So he meant for her to wear the symbols of
long-ago concubines back on Earth—a chastity belt and nipple shields. Her
nipples hardened under Shedir’s scrutiny. Her cunt grew wet and swollen. Then
she remembered his sexbot and the bladders of semen he stored in the
transporter’s freezer.

“What about
that
?” She turned her
head toward the sexbot that sat idle in the corner of the stateroom. “Will you
still give it all your seed?” The idea that some faceless breeder on Earth
might even now be swelling with his child infuriated Doreen.

He grinned. “Do I take that to mean you are
jealous of a bot?” He paused for a moment, his expression turning serious. “If
you wish to bear my child, I will oblige you. I imagine I still will be able to
provide the necessary proof of my chastity to the Federation officials when I
go back to Earth. They expect a twice-weekly deposit, and with you, I know I
can get it up for much, much more.”

“Have you any children?”

“I have no way of knowing. Members of Star
Command are not informed whether their seed is used, the thought being that
knowing one has children might deter some of us from doing our jobs with the
necessary enthusiasm.” He bent, took her clit ring between his teeth and tugged
it lightly before looking up and meeting her gaze. “I think I will also buy a
gold chain to hook to this, and lead you about by it.

“Meanwhile, I want to fuck you. Fill you as
I did on the wheel I brought to Luna Ten.” He reached into a drawer, pulled out
a butt plug and a tube of lubricant. He smeared lube over the plug and worked
it past her anal sphincter. Then he knelt between her outstretched legs and
filled her hot, wet cunt. “The plug will expand as it absorbs your body heat.
Stretch you. Ready you to take me up your ass.”

“Ooh.” He took her mouth, his tongue
rubbing the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. She couldn’t resist him,
couldn’t deny the sensations of being filled—completed. When she tightened her
inner muscles around his cock as he pulled back, she absorbed his groan in her
mouth. Though tied hand and foot, she felt a surge of feminine power. Shedir
was obviously not immune to her efforts at seduction.

And she was not immune to his. She raised
her hips, taking him deeper, enjoying the slap of his testicles against her
flesh, the increasing fullness as the plug expanded. Oh, if she could only
wrench herself free so she might wrap her legs and arms around her lover and
bind him to her as he had bound her for his pleasure.

The waves of ecstasy that began as a small
stirring in her womb and radiated to every cell in her body crippled her, left
her trembling beneath Shedir while he bombarded her with a new sensation. For
the first time in her life she felt a man’s hot spurts of life deep within her
body. And she came again, the contractions of her cunt drawing out his seed
until he had no more to give.

* * * * *

Hours later Shedir rose and freed Doreen
from her bonds, memorizing the gentle curve of her lips as she slept, the way
her hand curled to support her chin and her legs bent in a graceful arc as soon
as she was free. In a few short days she had come to mean far more to him than
release, even more than the exhilarating, forbidden fucks he’d sneaked while
visiting the pleasure planets of the galaxy. He enjoyed her quick wit and frank
enjoyment of his body. He had never found either quality in a sexbot, not even
the deluxe models made by Obsidion’s famous sexbot maker, Pak Song. He searched
his memory but couldn’t recall having found those qualities in any of the women
whose favors he had bought over the years, either.