Enslaving the Master

by Ann Jacobs

  “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 h
er 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.

  Never before had Shedir wanted to take a mate, to share his life with another human being. Now he did. If it were not for his plans, his dreams…

  But no. He had set a course and he could not waver. He had sworn, as a young man freshly accepted in Star Command, that he would earn the power and prestige his ancestors had lost during the conflagration. He would stay steadfast now, even in the face of the greatest temptation he had ever encountered. Covering that sexy, sensual temptation with a light blanket, he dressed and strode toward the bridge.

  Perhaps there, surrounded by the tools of his trade, bombarded by a panoramic view of the vast blackness of space, he could reclaim a firm grip on his ambition, his goals in life. Perhaps his brain would overrule his cock, and, he feared, his heart. Maybe reason would prevail and allow him to do as he should and let his woman go.

  When he reached the control room, Shedir saw Conan. Apparently drawn by what he had lost, Conan had emerged from his quarters and sat at the control panel on the bridge, a wistful look on his face. Bathed and freshly shaved, he might have been a second pilot flying check with Shedir—not a fugitive from Federation justice, stowed away on one of its starships as Shedir would claim he was, if his superiors should learn about his undocumented passenger.

  “You miss it, don’t you?” Shedir took the other place at the controls and met the solemn gaze of the man who once had been his mentor.

  “The ship? The feeling that I am in command of the heavens? Of course I miss it. I always will. The rulers? No. I’m grateful to have escaped their clutches, for I did nothing any decent man would not have done to save his brother.

  “Love isn’t wrong. It’s a necessity. Lose the ability to love, and you lose your humanity.” Conan stretched his legs out before him and gazed out the window toward a distant planet whose color and luminosity caught Shedir’s eye. “I fear that loss will eventually mean the end of the Federation, though I’m certain I would be dead now if I had said so before my tribunal.”

  Shedir had no doubt that was true. “So you made it out unscathed other than for losing your command and your right hand?”

  “Hardly. If it were just this,” he held up his stump, “I would have bought an intelligent prosthesis and made do with it. I wouldn’t have risked stowing away on your ship and taking a chance on getting us caught if you’re boarded for inspection. Not just for the purpose of getting Pak Song to do his illegal magic with my hand.”

  Fury bubbled up from Shedir’s gut, too fierce to tamp down. The rulers took too much, demanded more than any man should have to pay.

  “Yeah. My lawyer had to do a lot of talking to keep them from having me turned into a drone, as punishment for saving my brother from that fate. Unless and until Pak Song can do even more of his magic for me than he did for Guy, I’m useless to the woman you’re so protective of.”

  Shedir looked at the red stump of Conan’s right wrist then met his solemn gaze. “You mean they castrated you?”

  “They took it all. It wasn’t enough that they cut out my testicles. They did to me what they do to little boys they deem unfit to breed.”

  When Shedir pictured Doreen’s eunuch twins with their smooth, empty crotches, he shuddered. “They took everything?”

  “Everything. Cock, balls, even my prostate. I’m completely useless, like the eunuchs that used to guard your ancestors’ harems. I will go back into hiding now, in case Star Command decides to place you and your ship under surveillance. I wouldn’t want you to pay for helping me as I’m paying for having helped my brother. As soon as we land on Obsidion, I’ll change to my ‘official’ eunuch’s robe and make my way to Pak Song. Perhaps someday we’ll meet again.”

  Official robe? Of course. Since the tribunal had ordered Conan made into a eunuch, that meant he must wear the white robe to indicate his altered state. A chill permeated Shedir’s own recently satiated cock, and it was all he could do to keep from hunching over, protecting his own sex. As though that would help him if the rulers caught him flaunting their orders.

  Hopefully Pak Song would be able to restore Conan’s manhood as handily as he’d restored Guy’s sight and hearing…as easily as he had created bionic limbs to replace those lost or made useless in battle. Shedir shuddered when he imagined the processes involved—the mental and physical agony of losing part of oneself, the undoubtedly painful process of having the surgeons and Pak Song replace the missing parts with robotics. Shedir knew Conan could afford to pay for any of Pak Song’s services, if the old man could even perform that miracle.

  Looking at Guy, knowing his eyes and ears were not his own but electronic substitutes, realizing he moved with ease only because of Pak Song’s genius, still gave Shedir pause, for he had been the one to bring in Guy’s broken body.

  A three-beep signal sounded, signaling their approach to Obsidion. Needing distraction, Shedir took the co
ntrols from the pilot bot and guided the starship into the planet’s atmosphere, and on to its assigned pad. While on Obsidion, he would fit Doreen with all the symbols of her concubine status, because no matter what, he could never willingly let her go.

  * * * * *

  “Why did your friend not join us?” Doreen asked later as they walked along Obsidion’s famed strip.

  “It would be dangerous for me to be seen with Conan. If any of the other starship captains who are docked here see you, they will think I’ve rented myself a woman. An unusually beautiful, desirable one who must be robed and veiled lest she inspire the lust of those who have not paid.” Shedir paused and slipped his hand between the folds of her veil to stroke the satin column of her throat. “Since most of my fellow officers do the same when business brings them here, they will not report me. They would, however, if they realized I had transported a fugitive off Earth.”

  “Oh.” Her eyes widened. “After going naked for so long, it feels strange to be swathed from head to foot this way. Must I always wear the veil?”

  “Only when I take you with me, away from Luna Ten. And only then, where other men might see you. I find myself not that much different from my ancestors in that I want you for myself alone. I want to hide you from other men’s lascivious gazes.” In the window of Eli’s Fine Jewelry Emporium, Shedir spied the collar he wanted to clasp around Doreen’s neck. “Come.”

  “I wish to see the collar in the window, sir,” he told the prosperous-looking jeweler who hurried from a back room to greet them.

  “Yes, Commander. I am Eli, the owner of this fine establishment, at your service.” When he looked at Doreen, Eli flashed a yellow-toothed grin before scurrying to the display window, keycard in hand. Even robed and veiled, with only her compelling dark eyes visible, it seemed to Shedir that Doreen drew broad smiles from every man they passed. In the case of the wizened shop owner, however, he allowed that perhaps the jeweler’s happiness emanated from the prospect of starting his day off with a large, profitable sale.