by Ann Jacobs
“Come on, boys. I thought we were beyond all this bowing and scraping. Busy yourselves pleasuring me,” she told them with as much patience as she could muster. It felt strange but good when Aloysius knelt at one side of her and Argus at the other, each suckling on the hard nub of a nipple and kneading one of her breasts while she rode the bot.
The exotic, erotic smell of the purple flowers in the fucking glade lingered in her hair, still warm from the rays of the scarlet suns of Luna Ten. Something magical, highly arousing, emanated from those vines that trapped and bound the slaves of the Masters. Her cunt clenched around the sexbot’s cock, but she wanted more.
Her swollen clit ached for attention. She shifted position slightly and brought the hard nub in contact with the bot. It wasn’t enough. “Go faster, damn you. Fuck me harder. Now. Fuck me, sexbot. Hard and fast and deep, and don’t stop until I come.”
“Your…wish…is…my…command…my…mistress.”
The bot’s deliberate monotone annoyed Doreen. But it responded to her command, creaking a bit as it slid its cock deep into her cunt with a little more force, a slightly increased speed. It kept an annoyingly steady rhythm. A mechanical rhythm, as though it were programmed to make just one thrusting motion at the same angle, at one of several predetermined speeds. If the bot hadn’t come with ten inches of thick, realistic-feeling equipment between its legs, Doreen would have sent it back to the manufacturer where she ordered it and commissioned Pak Song, the renowned master robot maker on Obsidion, to make her a replacement.
“Argus. Keep sucking my nipples. I like how you do that. Aloysius, fuck my ass. Use your fingers. No, use the dildo. And fuck me hard. I wish to the gods that they’d let you keep your cock.”
“I’m sorry, mistress.” The eunuch sounded regretful. “But it was never as big as your dildo.”
That’s right, Aloysius and Argus had still been children when they’d been made eunuchs. Complete eunuchs—their cocks had been removed as well. “Not your fault. Didn’t mean to embarrass you. Oh, fuck, I’m so hot I’m in agony, and the bot’s just not doing the job.” Doreen squirmed, trying to change angles, take the mechanical cock deeper inside her swollen cunt. “Fuck me faster, you damn machine!”
The bot sped up, slamming hard and fast into her. She met its movements, enhancing the sensations. Argus sucked first one nipple and then the other, licking and lightly biting the sensitive tips while he massaged her breasts with big, gentle hands. “Oh gods, yes. That feels delicious.”
Aloysius probed her anus with the dildo, moving in and out, stretching the tissue there and trying to maintain the sexbot’s frantic rhythm. Oh yeah. It felt good. So good. “Faster. I’m almost ready. Help me, damn it.”
The sexbot responded almost as though it were human, accelerating its motion way beyond its tested top speed. Argus bit her nipple, hard. Doreen gasped. The pressure built inside her. She was ready…gods above, she was about to come. “Don’t stop. Fuck me. Harder.”
“I…am…arghhh…” The bot began to make ominous groaning noises, and it slowed practically to a crawl.
“Fuck me, you miserable machine. If you stop now I’ll toss you in the trash dump. I’ll…I’ll shoot you into space and watch you orbit Luna Ten.”
“Mistress…I…am…burning…” Suddenly the sexbot came to a complete halt and slumped, its head half off the chaise lounge. Black smoke and a strange, acrid odor rose from it, permeating the air in the room.
Aloysius withdrew the dildo from her ass and snatched the bot from beneath Doreen. He slammed it to the ground then jumped back, apparently singed by the heat. “Beg pardon, mistress, but the sexbot is on fire.”
So was Doreen. But not in the way Aloysius obviously meant. “Make me come. Both of you.” Aloysius obliged, probing her ass again with the dildo while Argus tongued her clit. He used his fingers, too, to fuck her cunt, but she needed more. “By the gods, I knew I ought to have bought strap-ons for you two when that supply transporter stopped here last week.”
Her release, when it finally came, was a poor imitation of the ecstasy she had witnessed Cassie and Aurora enjoying in the glade.
To add insult to injury, Doreen now sat watching while the sexbot she’d spent several thousand credits on disintegrated on the floor in a haze of flame and thick, black smoke. Her nostrils stung from the increasingly putrid smell, while Argus and Aloysius kept dumping pitcher after pitcher of water on what little was left of the bot, to put out the fire.
Doreen eyed the smoldering carcass then glanced at her houseboys, who seemed not at all perturbed to have missed out on the casual caresses she usually bestowed on them after they brought her pleasure. Suddenly it hit her. Her touch meant nothing to them, other than probably to remind them they no longer had the capacity to enjoy the sexual pleasure she took as her due. When they stimulated her, they got none of the sensations she demanded they provide to her.
Those strap-ons wouldn’t do a thing toward giving Aloysius or Argus pleasure, any more than reaming her with its mechanical cock would have gotten the unfortunate sexbot off before its demise.
Doreen was taking pleasure from them all, without giving any in return. And that was what kept her constantly unsatisfied, seeking.
At that moment she made her decision. Fuck independence. If she was to be completely satisfied, she needed a Master after all. By giving him pleasure, she’d find the ultimate sexual ecstasy she’d been missing for so long.
* * * * *
“I want a whole man. Don’t even talk to me about a new sexbot,” Doreen told Nebula and Cassie as her sisters stared at the still-sizzling carnage a couple of hours later. “Not even one of Pak Song’s deluxe models can do what I want.”
Guy grinned at the carcass. “So you fucked your new sexbot to death. This is the third one, isn’t it?”
Doreen would have loved to wipe the smirk off her brother-in-law’s handsome face, especially when he slid his hand down Cassie’s shoulder until it covered her breast and bent his head to nip her earlobe. “Cassie, don’t you feel lucky that you don’t have to rely on technology?”
“Yes, Master.” From the way Cassie squirmed, Doreen figured Guy was jiggling that chain that connected the rings in her nipples with the one in her clit. Seeing her sister flush with arousal was getting her hot all over again. It was purely disgusting, yet incredibly arousing, the way Cassie bent her head and lowered her gaze in a gesture of willing submission.
Doreen managed to focus on Guy’s face, not what he was doing to her sister. “Technology? Just what do you think you’re made of, Guy Stone?”
Guy laughed. “If Cassie and I weren’t mated, I’d show you. Since we are, you’ll have to take her word that I can’t be fucked to death. What can we do to help?”
Nebula stood in her pale-blue robe, her hands folded, her veiled head held erect. Though she’d taken to wearing the same garb as the eunuchs since her sterilization last month, at least she didn’t bow and scrape to any Master the way Cassie did. Unlike Doreen, Nebula seemed serene, at peace with herself and her life here on Luna Ten. “Let me know if you need help later, cleaning up this mess. I’m going to go find Argus and Aloysius and make sure they didn’t get hurt.”
“They’re okay. I saw them out near the transporter landing pad,” Guy responded.
“You might want them to dispose of the body.” Nebula’s lips twitched a little, as though it amused her that Doreen had murdered the poor bot. “We could have a funeral for it, but after all, it’s only a burned-out sexbot, not a person. You’re lucky it didn’t catch your whole house on fire.”
Nebula couldn’t help with what Doreen needed. Guy might be able to, though. Doreen looked the big cyborg in the eye. “You talked us into coming here. Now I think you owe it to me to help me find my own Master.”
“But Doreen, you said you’d never be a man’s slave.” Cassie leaned into Guy’s hand, her breathing growing ragged when he increased the tension of his thumb on the chain. “Although I can’t imagi
ne why—”
“On your knees. Now.” Guy shifted his hand, caught the golden leash on Cassie’s wide, jeweled collar, and tugged it gently. Cassie knelt and began to lick along the length of his cock while she raked his hard-muscled inner thighs with light touches of her pink nails. “That’s right, my darling little slave. Suck me. Give me more.” It took nothing more than Guy’s murmured command for Cassie to lower her mouth onto his shaft, tilting her head so she could take the thick, bulbous head of his luscious-looking cock down her throat and swallow.
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 an
ticipated 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.