by Ann Jacobs
“Guy’s an Earthling, not a sexbot. A whole male.” Cassie paused, watching her sisters register disbelief. And horror, or was it wonder?
Nebula found her voice first. “Gods above, Cassiopeia, what are you thinking of, fucking with a man who hasn’t been fixed? You could --”
“Get pregnant. Yes, I know. I may be, already. If I am, I’m glad. I always dreamed I’d be allowed to get to know the fathers of my children.” Then she dropped the bombshell. “Guy was enhanced following an accident that nearly killed him.”
“Then he can’t go back to Earth. Not that you’d be allowed to pick your own mate anyway, even if he could,” Doreen pointed out.
Cassie’s abdominal muscles clenched so hard, she almost doubled over, but Guy’s warm hands held her fast, easing that pain if not the tearing sensation in her heart and head. “He wants me to stay with him, go live on this planet called Luna Ten.”
Nebula shot a dubious look at Guy. “If it weren’t for those eyes, he could pass…”
“The Federation Star Command is aware of how I was injured -- and what was done to keep me alive and functioning. Besides, I want to take Cassie to a better place.” Guy paused, then smiled. “Turn on that entertainment center and have it beam in on Luna Ten. I’ll show you what she’ll be missing if she chooses to go home. What we’ve all been missing by following the New World Order.”
Eden. The commentator said Luna Ten had been given that informal name by Lady Aurora, the ethereal looking woman he’d just shown frolicking with three young children in a shady glade. Shot after shot of verdant meadows and glades sheltered from the sun by lush trees and shrubs with brilliant pink and purple flowers took Cassie’s breath away, but what impressed her most was the freedom -- the obvious happiness -- of Luna Ten’s naked, uninhibited inhabitants. And the cleanliness. A few pristine shelters -- one for each of the twenty families, all refugees from planet Earth, the announcer said -- seemed to blend into the pastoral setting of lush vegetation and sparkling streams.
The scene shifted to the far side of the planet, a picture-postcard view of snow-capped evergreens and a lodge with a roaring fire. A couple, unashamedly naked, lay on a fur rug before the fireplace, limbs entangled as she cradled his head to her swollen breast. Watching them, like this, Cassie’s arousal grew, blossomed. Suddenly it didn’t matter that she and Guy weren’t alone. All that mattered was the insistent nudge of his rigid cock against her thigh, the need to feel it throbbing within her needy cunt. She couldn’t let him go. She couldn’t. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
He chuckled, but drew her closer, parting her legs and sliding his cock between her damp, swollen folds. “Now I know something new about you. You get hot, just watching others fucking. I love it. Love you. Do you like what you see of your new home?”
“From what I see, the place must be like heaven.”
“Yes, love, Luna Ten is all you see there and more. Come live with me there. I still have friends in the Star Command who could get word to people who’d worry when you don’t return.” Guy turned to Doreen and Nebula. “You both would be welcome, too. You could live with us until you meet your Masters. I understand there are several unattached males, actively looking for mates.”
Doreen laughed. “No man will ever master me. I could be quite happy with a sexbot, and even happier without the threat of indiscriminate breeding hanging over my head. What do you say, Nebula? Shall we cast our lots with the sexy cyborg who’s so easily won the heart of our sibling?”
“We could…” Nebula’s voice trailed off, and from her troubled expression Cassie gathered that she was remembering, dreading the fate that awaited her when she returned. And why. “…but from what the announcer said, they want women who can be bred. I cannot.”
That -- Nebula being diagnosed as a carrier of the dreaded mutant gene that had forced the Federation to set stringent rules for breeding -- was why they’d made this trip. To give her one last chance to enjoy living before she presented herself to be transformed into a sexless drone. Cassie wrapped her arms around Guy, aligning them breast to chest, taking his cockhead just inside her weeping cunt. “Will you take Nebula, too? You know what they’ll do to her back home.”
“You’re asking too much. Unless…” A tear slid down Nebula’s cheek. “…unless I could be sterilized here first. Then maybe I could be a servant, help take care of the babies, cook and clean for you.”
Guy held up a hand, then rolled Cassie to her back and impaled her completely on his hard, throbbing cock. “You need not be a servant, Nebula, just because you can’t help grow Luna Ten’s population. I know Brad Gilbreath, who founded the colony. I’m sure he’ll welcome you, even though you must not reproduce. I saw several eunuch males when I was there -- they seemed well enough accepted.”
Cassie heard the sound of bubbling water, the voice of the announcer inviting guests and future colonists to check out Luna Ten. Guy’s magnificent body blocked her view, even as it put a golden cast on his satiny, bronzed skin. With each smooth stroke of his cock into her welcoming body, she became more certain he was her destiny…her future. The master she’d dreamed of but never hoped to find.
“I will go with you, my Master. Whatever Doreen and Nebula decide to do.”
“Doreen, let’s leave them now,” Nebula said. “Will you come with me to help me see to what I must do?”
“Sure.” Doreen cast one last, longing look at Guy. “Too bad you’re not a fuckin’ sexbot. If you were, I’d try to talk Cassie into sharing you. Maybe I’ll make another stop at Pak Song’s and see if he has any other cyborgs he could point in my direction. Have fun. And don’t worry, Cassie. I’ll make sure they take good care of Nebula.”
“If you want to join us, be at the private transporter dock station tomorrow at fifteen hundred hours,” Guy called out as Doreen hurried after Nebula.
He bent, brushing his lips over hers. “I hope they do. I’d have you happy and content. Never lonely.” Then, with loving deliberation, he threaded a gossamer golden chain through her nipple rings and his and fastened the clasp, so the sensitive nubs brushed each other with every plunge of his cock deep within her cunt, each erotic tug of the other chain on her throbbing clit. When he took her mouth, she tasted her own honey on his lips.
His enhanced muscles contracted with each thrust, as though he fought to maintain control. When she reached between their bodies and caressed his balls as they lay in their sac within her damp and swollen labia, he lost it. His big body shuddered. His come bathed her womb in fiery bursts, over and over. The familiar, delicious congestion built in her cunt. Her clit, too, and in nipples being tugged both up and down as he sucked her tongue deep in her mouth, swallowing her whimpers of need -- and her screams of perfect pleasure.
The following morning they packed their belongings on a small, sleek transporter Guy had bought, then purchased a few luxuries Guy said they needn’t do without: a collar of gold and diamonds with matching gold-link leash, matching gold tongue studs that were the traditional gifts exchanged by brides and grooms, several lengths of fine gold chain, and a ready-made flogger with a burnished leather handle.
“For your discipline, my darling.”
“Then you don’t want one made of my hair?” Cassie had seen a slave being readied for her Master yesterday in one of the shops along the Strip and found the process of weaving severed lengths of the woman’s hair into the ends of one skinny braid, then stiffened, intriguing. She’d gotten wet, just thinking of kneeling before Guy and sucking his cock while he shaved off the flogger made of her own hair to use for her discipline, leaving her scalp as smooth as his.
“I want your golden hair left on your head.” While flattered, Cassie couldn’t help feeling disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to give him that very obvious symbol of her submission. “I want to run my hands through it. Feel it slide along my thighs when you suck my cock. Grasp it when I fuck you from behind. Never doubt you’ll be as submissive as if
I had your head shaved bald and flogged you with your own hair. I have just one more thing I need to buy.”
Abruptly, he drew her into a craftsman’s shop where he purchased a sleek St. Andrew’s cross, complete with padded restraints. Cassie creamed her panties even more when she imagined Guy strapping her to that cross, administering loving torture until he took pity and filled her empty, aching cunt.
Epilogue
One month later, on Luna Ten, at the altar where commitment is made in the way of the ancients of the galaxy, Guy and Cassie stand before her friends, newly arrived from Obsidion…and the twenty-some-odd families who live in peace together on this idyllic planet. Cassie has agreed to a lifetime as Guy’s slave…and he has insisted upon going through the ancient rites, knowing that as he does he will suffer excruciating pain because of his enhanced sensation. He wants to do it for her…and to give thanks that because of his enhancements, he is alive to love her. To be her beloved Master.
Guy stood in the mossy glade called Eden, his tongue outstretched to accept the tongue stud society demanded be worn by all Masters and all beloved slaves. He tried hard not to wince when Luna Ten’s ritual celebrant clamped his tongue and drove a large bore needle through it to re-open the hole that had closed during his convalescence. The pain was excruciating, more so for him than for Cassie because of his enhanced senses -- yet somehow cleansing. He loved her for understanding how every sensation affected him ten times more than it did a human without modifications, for suggesting that they forego this ritual, but he’d refused. He absorbed the agony, welcomed each test of inner strength because enduring symbolized victory. His life, snatched back by modern cyber-technology from certain death. Snatched into the arms of his beautiful, perfectly submissive soulmate.
The matched studs also gave visible evidence to all of the promises they’d made -- of her vow to be a loving and obedient slave, his to be a loving and protective Master who’d ensure her pleasure and safety. Guy forced himself to ignore the nausea that rose in his gut as the gold post was threaded through his tongue and screwed in place.
Once the celebrant had sprayed on some salty substance that miraculously eased the pain, Guy rubbed the upper bead over his own lips, imagining how Cassie’s pert nipples would bead when he ran his tongue over their sensitive tips, catching the golden ball in her small nipple rings, tugging with it on the delicate chain that joined them and the identical adornment in her clit. His own ringed nipples throbbed when he pictured her tonguing them, and his cock, already at full attention, dribbled glistening lubrication from its ringed tip when he thought of how her pierced tongue would feel when she licked and sucked him there.
“You are now Master and slave. Sir, you may place your collar on your slave.”
Glad he’d foregone the custom of taking her silken hair to make the flogger tradition decreed that all Masters have, Guy caught up the golden mass and gathered it into a high ponytail. After securing it in a gold barrette, he took the jeweled collar and locked it securely about her slender neck. As a good slave should, Cassie lowered her gaze when the celebrant -- a eunuch or Guy would have nixed this part of the ritual, too -- knelt behind her and worked a long, thick stimulator into her anus until its flat base lay flush within the satiny folds of her outer labia. Guy tongue-fucked her mouth, the recent pain of his piercing forgotten in the erotic haze of this ancient rite of submission.
Gods but he loved her. “Kneel and pay me homage,” he told her when he broke the kiss, exerting enough pressure on her leash to bring her to her knees. Her hands cupping his balls, she lapped the underside of his cock.
Holding back was agony. Every velvety swipe of her tongue, the erotic tinkling of her tongue ring against the jewels in Guy’s cock, the heat of her hands and the soft whoosh of her breath against his hairless groin, the tug of her tongue on each jeweled barbell that marched up the underside of his cock, and finally the wet slick heat of her mouth when she took him in her mouth and sucked his cockhead, had his semen bubbling, demanding release.
The celebrant’s bell struck three times. Guy had to last through two more torturous minutes, lest ill luck befall him and his slave for all eternity. Oh gods in the universe, the delicious sensations of her stabbing her tongue into his slit and lapping his pre-come was almost too much to bear. Why did she have to suck him so voraciously? He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the way she worked his PA ring around until its bead rested in his slit.
The celebrant knelt behind Cassie, working the plug in and out of her ass. Her whimpers resonated against his cock. Each second of holding out was pure torture. As the last bell tolled, Cassie deep-throated Guy, accepting each burst of his semen and swallowing it as though starved. Then, with him still in her mouth, she wrapped her ponytail around the base of his cock, symbolizing that her hair was his to do with as he would.
Compared with this, the rest would be easy. Guy drew Cassie to her feet, leaving the butt plug in place, and licked away the drops of semen that had gathered on her swollen lips. Gently he lifted her, draping her face down across a moss-covered altar made from sacred stone, watching with wonder as the fragrant flowered vines that grew around it captured her, confined her much like the ropes he’d been taught to use for bondage as a young star commander eager to begin the road toward sexual dominance. Her breasts jutted forward, inviting his mouth. Between tightly bound, widespread legs, her swollen satin lips pouted and glistened. Her cunt wept, as though begging for his mouth…his cock.
Let her see the instrument of her enslavement. Though no one had spoken, Guy heard the male voice clearly. The voice of his trainer. Stepping up to where his cock aligned with her face, he fed it to her, endured the incredible pleasure of her licking and sucking until he could take no more. “Do you want me to fuck you now?”
“Oh yes, Master. Please fuck me. If it pleases you.”
It pleased him, all right. He stood between her bound, outstretched legs and worked his cock into her cunt, made incredibly tight by the presence of the large, ceremonial plug that lay embedded in her pretty ass. With slow, measured strokes, Guy fucked her from behind, gritting his teeth against the need to come, determined to give her the release she deserved.
With every thrust, each gentle tug of his fingers on her clit, every slap of his balls against her pussy lips, Cassie felt his need more than her own. The slick sheen of sweat on his glowing skin, the scarlet heat in his eyes and bulging, straining muscles in his neck and chest gave evidence of what it cost him to hold back.
Helpless to ease his suffering, bound as she was, she did as she’d promised an hour earlier, when the celebration of their joining had first begun. I will love you, obey you, submit to your desires. You are my Master, I am your slave, for now and forever. I give you my heart, my soul, my body, trusting you to treasure them always and keep me from harm.
An incredible pressure built in her cunt and ass, stronger than anything she’d experienced before. “Master, may I come?” she whispered, almost beyond speaking as searing feelings spread along nerve endings already stimulated by her bindings…the collar that proclaimed her his…the stimulator that felt so much like his huge, hard cock. She clenched her inner muscles around his cock, feeling bursts of pleasure at each point where his lush jewelry made contact with her cunt that already had begun convulsing… “Please, Master.”
“Come, slave. I order you to come now.” He groaned, a tortured animal sound that came from somewhere deep in his belly.
The first shooting, fiery blasts of his come triggered feelings so incredible they defied description, delicious feelings that swept Cassie away, beyond slavery, beyond ritual, to her own Eden. Her own dream of loving submission come true. When she raised her gaze, she saw Doreen and Nebula smiling, apparently finding joy in her contentment, hope for their own taste of Eden on Luna Ten.
Ann Jacobs
Ann Jacobs is the award-winning author of twenty-two erotic romances. Two Eppies finalists, a Golden Quill finalist, a More Than Magic finalist,
and two Lories winners number among her 2003 releases. Ann also has written as Sara Jarrod and Ann Josephson, and has contracted for a series of urban legend books under her Shana Nichols pseudonym.
Ann loves to hear from readers. You may contact her through her website, www.annjacobs.us.