Slave World (17 page)

I thought it was sweet in a way, and I couldn’t help but smile with a strange sense of coy expectancy when he spread his shirt out on the ground for me.
Always the gentleman, aren’t we Nathan?
It’s funny though; I got the impression that hadn’t been the way with a lot of women in the past. His actions thus far seemed almost hesitant as if trying to read my mind to see what I wanted. It was so different than the confident demeanor he normally portrayed, but then again, Nathan could have the personality of a cucumber, and the boring charm of a stump, and still bed a different woman every night with a body like that. Two and two definitely didn’t add up to four, in the case of Nathan Burke.

He stepped forward slowly and once again I was in his arms, grasping at his back, nibbling his shoulder, pushing reason to the furthest corners of my mind. His skin tasted slightly salty, and felt soothingly warm against my breasts. His hands kneaded my ass, spreading my cheeks, while his harried breath danced erotically across my neck. I giggled like a schoolgirl when my feet left the ground, and he lifted me high into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking us together, because I never wanted to leave from the dream I was living. The seeking firmness of his cock pushed upward, and I instinctively spread myself further, a servant to his needs.

“I want you so bad, Margo.”

Our eyes met, and my chest heaved. A ravenous beast, a greedy animal that demanded to be sated as quickly as possible reared its head in fear of being discovered. What we were doing was against the rules, I knew it. Nathan could get in trouble for this, he’d hinted at it earlier, and he didn’t care. I moved my hips, readjusting them slightly until the head of his cock came to rest against my arousal drenched lips. I pushed closer, arching my back, and he started to enter me. I let go of his shoulders, and his strong hands supported me completely. He entered me in a single, deep thrust of my own design.

I squealed in pain, but more so in shock, as my back bowed in pleasurable agony. Based on my profound experience, Nathan was above average, but I should have had no problem taking him. Then again, I should have figured the doc would have given me a full vaginal rejuv during my pony modification. I could feel every agonizing inch, and my tortured pussy convulsed in delight.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly, beginning to withdraw until I clamped my legs tighter about him. “Did I hurt you?”

“Uh-uh…just surprised is all. I’m fine. Don’t stop…just go slow at first.” It hurt a little, but I ignored it. All that mattered was Nathan, and the pleasure he drew from me now.

His enhanced strength easily held me to him, and I began to move at an unnatural angle, almost horizontal. My head dropped back and my hair cascaded to the jungle floor in a shimmering river of platinum, breasts jutting skyward. He felt amazing and with my growing ease, Nathan’s thrusts began hunting deeper. I sensed his haste and desire matching my own, building in tempo, pushing me over the edge so very unexpectedly.

“Oh god… Nathan, I’m…” I bit my lip, holding my breath and my toes curled with numbing rigidity. I can’t remember the last time I came by penetration alone, maybe never, at least not this intense. The orgasm hit me with wonderful savagery; it felt like my body was trying to tear itself apart while I sucked in uneven gulps of air, shivering uncontrollably in his arms.

Nathan gave a low groan as my cunt sucked at him with tightening regularity, locking him deep inside a silken vice. I let out a low moan of inconceivability, reeling helplessly from one orgasm to the next in rapid succession, soaking us in a strong, musky aroma. I know for a fact that I’d never had a multiple like this before. All I could do was stare at the leaves above me, glazed with ecstasy, while I bathed in a storm of unrelenting bliss.

Nathan dropped to his knees, gently laying me down upon his shirt. “Ow, this damn tail,” I growled shifting to a hip, beckoning to him with outstretched hands.
More, Nathan, please more.
I could tell he was at a loss for words, but the expression on his face said all that was necessary. That’s all right; I always had liked the strong silent type.

Nathan leaned forward, hovering over the steaming aftershocks between my legs. He buried his face in it, and my thighs closed about the slight stubble of his cheeks, hands coming to rest on his head. My breath was short and uneven, matching the questing hunt of his tongue that devoured me: sucking, licking, and partaking of me in its entirety.

The smooth firmness of his ravenous appetite traveled upward, flicking at my clit, blinding me with jolts of electrical passion. His meal of flesh continued over my stomach making it twitch, between my breasts, incredibly slow, tormenting my senses, while galvanizing my body. Nathan’s chin and mouth were drenched with lust when they stopped above me. His arms came to rest on either side of my head, and I pulled his lips to mine. They were slick and tender, sweet and salty with the rich taste of a woman I didn’t know yet.

He entered me slowly this time, and I melted around him, lost in his hold. His steady, full stroke rhythm soon grew into a hesitant stabbing, rocking me gently beneath him. I lifted my legs higher giving him complete and unrestricted access. The light tapping of his balls teased my ass, and I pushed my hips enthusiastically upward to meet them.

“It’s okay, Nathan, you can fuck me as hard as you want.” I reassured his questioning eyes, relaxing my aching inner muscles, preparing for the onslaught. Nathan stopped, gazing down with mind numbing sincerity, brushing a stay lock of matted hair from my forehead.

“I could never do that to you, Margo.” I blinked back uncomprehending for a moment.

“Oh, Nathan…”

He would never know the effect those few words had on me. He’d given me so much pleasure and joy already, more than I could have ever asked for. Even if this was the only time we shared ourselves together, it was more than enough to last me a lifetime.

True to his words he didn’t fuck me; instead, I made love with a man for the first time in my life. I would never forget those ten rapturous minutes when I was lost in a nirvana of strangely borne sensation, never wanting to return, but Nathan was in the zone now, gradually losing control of his restraint. It wasn’t long before his labored breathing brushed my cheek, and his thrusts grew erratically desperate. I waited anxiously for it.

Nathan’s face became a painful grimace and his head drooped. He quivered with paralyzing rigidity; it was like our time together had culminated into a climatic release of raw emotion on his part. I don’t think I’d ever felt a man cum with such reckless vigor before. I pulled him tighter against me, thrusting upward, as our bodies ground tenderly together.

He held himself inside me, unwilling to break the spell between us, despite having grown soft. The effects of our lovemaking still resounded through me, leaving me dizzy and more satisfied than I could ever remember. The aching pleasure between my legs felt… All I could do was moan breathlessly in recollection as my pussy throbbed with residual delight.

Nathan finally kissed me, tender and comforting: my neck, my shoulder, and my breasts fanning the flames that continued to smolder beneath my skin. I breathed deeply, purring in relaxed contentment as the scent of the man who had enamored me beyond logical reason continued to smother all that I was.
I could kiss you forever…

“Margo, I-”

“Shhh… I know, I know.” I tenderly stroked his cheek, smiling, lowering my meager defenses completely. “You don’t need to say it, love.” I pulled his lips to mine again, while he held me in his arms on the jungle floor. I’d been right, this place
was
truly paradise.

***

We made a quick stop at a nearby pool of crystal clear water to wash away the residue of a hard day of training, not to mention the telltale signs our jungle rendezvous, before heading back. We actually splashed and played for a little while in the setting sun, frolicking in the lukewarm water like a couple of kids; it was a short, but very welcome period of carefree laxity I hadn’t experienced in a long time. When Nathan grabbed me at one point, pulling me into his lap attacking my neck with those wonderful lips of his again, my hopes soared it would lead to another bout of lovemaking. Unfortunately our period of content laziness had eaten up far more time than we had available. It was getting late, and Nathan mentioned something about arousing suspicion if we were outside of the sensor net for too long.

Nathan grew surprisingly quiet during the journey back, causing my self-doubt to reemerge. Had I done something wrong, or hadn’t he enjoyed our time together as much as I first thought? I wasn’t in a position to ask when I finally worked up the courage through my nagging insecurity, not any longer. Those damn sensor pods were everywhere the closer we came to the ranch proper.

He led me silently to the fitter to turn in my gear for cleaning, and his brooding demeanor continued to grow darker, with a very unexpected result.

“Hello, Mr. Burke, how’s the training going with the new pony?”

“Fine, Connell, just fine.”

“Mr. Savota came by several hours ago looking for you and pony 18.” Nathan tensed, just enough that the very observant might have noticed. “I guess he wanted to check on her progress. He seemed very excited about surprising Mrs. Savota with her tomorrow night. Have you heard how much-” Nathan’s nostrils flared, and an animalistic growl crept from his lips.

“Don’t kid yourself, Connell, that asshole could care less about Donna, and all he’s looking forward to is getting a chance to break in his new toy in front of all of his friends at the party.”

Connell blanched as he removed the last of my gear, and
I went suddenly cold with the impending truth of my fate being so blatantly voiced for the first time.
Oh god no, please no.
All I wanted was Nathan, just one man for a change; is that so much to ask for?

“Nathan, you need to be careful, what are you trying to do, get fired?”

“Fuck, Michael!” Nathan boomed, startling everyone within earshot from here to the jungle. “I’d like to see him try and get rid of me. There aren’t enough swinging dicks on this entire fucking planet-”

“Nathan, have you gone mad?” Connell took a step back, visibly shaken under a rain of ire.

“Sir,” I hastily, yet strategically interrupted. Nathan reminded me of a boiling kettle about to explode, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to see what would happen if he did. “I was wondering if you could lead me to the bath area, I ah…can’t remember which way it is from here?” His eyes dimmed with waning fire. He knew exactly why I’d spoken up.

“Yeah, I can do that,” he panted, wide-eyed and hunting.

I strolled cautiously down the hall behind Nathan; his fists still balled, visibly trembling. His anger continued to simmer below the surface with visceral insanity, and it momentarily shocked the hell out of me. Then again, maybe it didn’t.
Looks like Nathan brought back a few demons of his own from that crappy war.

In the past our condition had been called battle fatigue, shell shock, or in more modern times Post-traumatic Stress, but those of us that experience it first hand, called it redlining. A good chain of command could spot its onset in a heartbeat, and acted accordingly by pulling the individual out of the meatgrinder before it reached the point of no return. Other time’s duty wouldn’t allow it, and the poison continued to spread and fester, unseen and reluctantly ignored until a person plummeted into the abyss forever.

This wasn’t the first time I’d seen people snap like that, even years after the invisible wounds of the mind had supposedly healed. It could be from something as simple as the incessant tapping of a fingernail on a table, or the annoying sound of someone chewing with their mouth open, that would ignite the slow-burning fuse for people like Nathan and myself. We all had a trigger, a breaking point that only the unconscious mind was in touch with, especially a vet. By the looks of it, the Master was Nathan’s source of angst for some reason, and now the possession of not only my body, but also my soul, was about to become a new and inflammatory factor in the ongoing conflict between them.

The war hadn’t been easy for me, but I dealt with it as best I could, and in my own way. I still had my nightmares, but at least I could say they were relatively sterile and clean compared to someone like Nathan. I saw death from a distance, for the most part that is. My friends just never came back, that’s all. I might see their assault boat go up in a fireball, the wreckage scattered about the landscape like obscene confetti, or maybe it was their fighter dying in the silent death of vacuum space, where life ceased in a fraction of the time it was created in. I couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like for Nathan though, dirt-side day in and day out, for months on end. It didn’t matter what planet you were on, the result was always the same. You fought and killed the enemy, or died in the process until some nebulous objective dictated by Fleet command had finally been achieved. No, a person was never the same after an experience like that.

I wanted to reach out to the man I cared for more than I was willing to admit, to hold him and drive those lingering memories away if at all possible. I felt my own white-hot anger brewing now; I couldn’t even do that much for him, and it was killing me.

I nearly ran into Nathan’s back in my fuming stupor when we rounded the corner entering the bath area. The warm and slightly humid air rang with delicate chatter; the place was packed with show ponies conjugating for a night of relaxation and pampering. Three of the four whirlpool baths held between two and four ponies each, while two ponies, I think their names were DeeDee and Starlla, were getting a manicure and pedicure by the stable staff. Another girl, a flaming redhead whose name I couldn’t remember but looked familiar, was getting a massage like I’d received last night.

There was a mad dash of prompt obedience when they saw Nathan standing silently in the doorway. In no time at all a covey of smiling faces, jiggling boobs and dripping bodies stood roughly at attention in a long single file row in front of him. It was almost like they were excited to see him. The singsong sensuality of harmonious voices rang out in perfect unison.

“Good evening, Sir!”

“Good evening, ponies. For those of you that haven’t had to the chance to introduce yourselves yet, this is… this is pony 18. She’s to be Mistress Savota’s new riding mare.” Nathan’s anger seemed to have subsided, replaced by strict professionalism. For a second I thought he was going to slip and call me by my name though. “Despite her duty assignment, she’s one of you now with all the privileges of a show pony. She’s had a rough time of it the last few days so make her feel welcome. I’ve noticed a few of you have already made an effort to do so. Are there any questions?”

“No, Sir!”

“Relax, enjoy yourself tonight, 18, because it’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”

Nathan and I drew apart, giving one another a silent and knowing goodbye. Unfortunately, the meaning behind ‘a long day tomorrow’ was crystal clear in my mind’s eye. I didn’t even want to think about the inevitable, and what I’d be doing for a man who had the undeniable power of my sexual appetite in the palm of his hand.
Isn’t there anything you can do, Nathan? Please?

“Goodnight, ponies.”

“Goodnight, Sir!”

I was engulfed in an exuberant sea of giggling flesh before Nathan even made it out the door.
Oh jeez, give me a break, will ya, girls? I’m not exactly in the mood for a friggin tea party at the moment.

Crystal, my shorter carbon copy with her slightly narrowed eyes of East Indian descent, stood out among the bunch. She took my hand, pulling me free of the suffocating press to the nearest whirlpool.

“Come on, 18, I know just what will help you relax.”

I slipped into the bubbling water up to my shoulders on a submerged seat. Crystal nestled into place behind me until her tender thighs touched my hips, and her slender legs molded alongside mine. Her position was slightly elevated, and every so often, the tickling caress of her nipples grazed my back. “I’ll do your hair, how does that sound?”

“Sure, I guess that would be all right.”
Thanks for leaving me in the middle of a pussy buffet, Nathan,
I thought sarcastically.
Appreciate it.
How could he know I was Bi though? Roxy and Clover followed us in, all smiles. I gave Crystal a silent ‘thank you’ when she shooed away two others with pouting faces that tried to squeeze their way in with us. I know they were only curious, but being center stage had never been my thing.

I closed my eyes going limp. It wasn’t hard for me to become lost in Crystal’s attention, as she began washing my hair with rich smelling, fruity shampoo. It felt wonderful actually, and her touch occasionally sent spurts of tingly deliciousness racing through me. It took me a moment to realize that Roxy and Clover had scooted closer, washing my body with fluffy sponge brushes.

“Mmmm, that feels good. You girls definitely have the touch.”

Their soothing touches were sensual, not sexual, but to me there really wasn’t much of a difference. The slick soapy water only made their hands glide all the easier about my rudely awakening flesh.
This would be fun if Nathan were here.
Four hot babes and a sexy hunk of man like Nathan in a hot tub together? My thoughts began to swim with the endless possibilities.

“So where are you from, 18? I was born here.” I squinted at Roxy through slits, trying to keep the soap out of my eyes. She had to be the most exotic pony among us, in my opinion. Midnight black hair, pale green eyes that shone brightly with lurid desire, and an elegantly tall and tanned body unlike most of us. Even her voice was deeper, nearly husky and dripping with the precursor of untold pleasures.

“Me too,” Clover, the mocha-haired palomino chimed in anxiously, and a bit too enthusiastically. She was a bubbly young thing that bordered on pestering annoyance from what I’d seen so far. “Most of us were born here. Crystal wasn’t though, were you, Crystal?” This actually caught my attention, and I tried to look back over my shoulder at her.

“No, I was… I don’t remember where I was born. I was brought here when I was just a little girl.” Crystal’s hands slowed on my scalp, searching for neglected memories. “Sometimes, I still have dreams. I remember I had a puppy once, a real one, not like the Master owns.” I did manage to turn enough to see a distant emptiness in her eyes before it faded with a tinkling chuckle, and she went back to washing my hair with forced forgetfulness. “It doesn’t matter, I’m a pony now. The both of you know we’re not supposed to talk about things like that. You don’t want to be put in the punishment harness, do you?” Crystal ended darkly.

Their mood grew instantly somber, hinted with fear, while I wondered exactly what the punishment harness was. It must be horrible if just the name alone could fill my companions with brooding dread.

Crystal was nearly finished rinsing my hair, with Roxy washing my tail, when Clover finally broke the gloomy silence. “So what’s it like, 18?”

“What’s what like?”

“Having the Overseer ride you? I mean, it must be fun, right? None of us could do it, not even one of the draft ponies. Maybe Cirus could, but…”

I shrugged, hiding my emotions with a mask of impartial boredom, at just the mention of his name. “I guess so, why?”

“What do you mean
why
,” Roxy purred. “Only because he’s the real stallion around here. Just thinking about being rode by him…” She neighed sensually, convulsing in a shiver of excitement like I’d done earlier in the corridor.

“Me too,” Clover yelped, whinnying with just as much enthusiasm. “Can you just imagine what it would be like to breed with him? I’d even give up time with Cirus for that.”

“I bet it would be so much nicer than with,” Crystal paused as if hesitant to continue in even a whisper, “than with the Master. I bet the Overseer would be gentle and nice, and…”

I frowned, growing oddly defensive as their flighty chatter continued. I could only assume breeding meant having sex, and right now I was surrounded by three very beautiful ponies, each one openly fantasizing about Nathan in their own way. My eyes started to smolder and my jaw grew tight. These three little harlots were lusting after my… What was Nathan? I couldn’t say he was my boyfriend, not even close. I’m a slave, nothing more. So what was I to him then?

“Is something wrong, 18?” It was Clover. They had all grown quite and were watching me.

“No, nothing’s wrong. I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just look angry-”

“All right you prissy bitches, front and center!” We were all startled by the barked command from the woman in the doorway. Behind her stood one of the faceless, yet ever present guards that roamed about the stables.

Crystal nearly kicked me in the back in her haste to get out of the tub. Roxy and Clover weren’t much better, dousing me in a tide of water and frantic splashing. It was the same haste as with Nathan, but with a dreadful tension behind it. I took my place in line, squeezing in beside Crystal, wiping the water out of my eyes. Whoever this woman was, I didn’t like her already.