“Won’t we burn up on re-entry?” Lita asked.
“No. Well, sort of. The leather gear will protect you. It’s specially treated to be heatproof, so it’ll burn a little, but the heat won’t reach you. I’ve done this lots of times. You’ll be fine.”
Lita didn’t look reassured. Sy helped her put her protective gear on, then they walked down to the parking garage, to his motorbike.
“We’re really going to Earth on a motorbike?” Lita asked doubtfully.
“This bike’s special. You probably didn’t notice before. Look.” Sy showed her the thrusters that had been fixed either side of the back wheel, in place of an exhaust pipe. Then he rotated them. “See? When they’re in one position, they work for liftoff, and in another position, they move the bike forward. There’s plenty of jet bikes that do the trip regularly, so don’t worry about it.”
Lita didn’t look convinced.
“Just put your hands around me real tight, and everything will be fine,” he told her.
Sy started the bike with a roar, waited for the engine to sound right, then got on it. Lita climbed on behind him, and her soft, leather-clad hands wrapped around his middle. When she pressed her breasts into his back, Sy’s cock stirred. He loved when a beautiful woman rode pillion on his bike.
He twisted the handle and revved the engine, which growled like the wild tiger she was. The machine was his pride and joy, and whenever she had any problems, he refused to let anyone else work on her. She was his.
Gently rolling out into the street, Sy glanced back to check Lita was okay. Through her helmet, she looked terrified but oddly calm. He wanted to reassure her that her gear had iron in various places, and the bike had a magnetic field that would keep her in her seat more strongly, the faster they went, but she wouldn’t hear him through the helmet.
Instead, he turned a button and the thrusters changed position so they pushed downward. He opened the throttle as hard as it went, and in a shower of sparks the bike took off.
Surging into the air, the bike was in its element. It powered out of Mars’s atmosphere fairly quickly, constantly accelerating until they zoomed past Phobos, one of Mars’s moons. Then they were in the featureless vastness of space. It was beautiful, except for the constant stream of traffic traveling between Earth and Mars. There were specific lanes for different types of traffic, but with no one out here to police them, it wasn’t uncommon to find slow-moving rockets in the wrong lane.
Sy’s bike would do the trip to Earth in five hours. He wove between the rockets, spaceships, shuttles, and flying saucers all traveling slower than his bike, and they reached Earth’s atmosphere as the sun was setting over the huge continent of North America.
Father Croxden owned a quarter of the island of Jamaica. By all accounts, he had no Jamaican heritage, but he had felt compelled to buy it anyway. Sy adjusted his course slightly to wind up in the West Indies, then the juddering impact of re-entry hit the bike.
He gripped his handlebars and braced himself. Lita’s hands held him more tightly, then the heat enveloped them both, turning their protective leather gear bright orange as it heated, although it wouldn’t penetrate the outer layer of their clothing. That didn’t stop it becoming extremely warm, and Sy set his jaw against the suffocating blast of hotness. The bike turned white, like a comet, and bright sparks flew off it in every direction. Sy powered the thrusters so the bike didn’t slow in freefall, although the engine would make them burn up for longer.
He waited until he clearly saw Jamaica beneath him—a beautiful island among many others, surrounded by a deceptively cushiony looking sea—and then he engaged the reverse thrusters, slowing their descent faster than a parachute. By the time they reached the island, the bike glowed red. He used a highway as a landing strip and gently rolled to a halt, then pulled aside to avoid any traffic while he checked on Lita.
She looked slightly dazed. Sy unpeeled her hands from his waist and dismounted, then lifted her off the bike and placed her carefully on a grass verge.
“You okay?” he asked, once both their helmets were off.
She giggled and nodded. “That was awesome!” she breathed. “How was it even possible?”
Sy grinned. “It’s incredible, isn’t it?”
She nodded again, then, unexpectedly, she leaned up and kissed him.
“Thank you,” she said. “For showing me what life can be like outside enslavement.”
“Now let’s go show that bastard what’s what,” Sy growled. Inwardly, though, he was pretty chuffed that Lita had kissed him.
They got back on the bike, which was cooler already, and set off for Croxden’s place.
Chapter Three
Lita was a little apprehensive on the journey along half-remembered roads. On the bumpy tarmac, Sy’s bike rumbled between her parted legs. The angle at which she sat ground her clit into the seat. Her existence focused on that one small morsel of flesh, and she wriggled her hips a little to enjoy the tingles that radiated through her core, all the while hoping no one would notice how much of a slut she was being.
When they went up a hill, the growling bike pressed harder into her sex, and she gripped Sy tightly as she slid back into the leather saddle. She whimpered at the building pressure inside her, while her breasts chafed against the oversized leather jacket she wore on top of the one-piece leather suit.
She was thrown against Sy’s muscular back as the bike slowed. Straining to see over his shoulder, her eye fell on some sort of blockade across the road, with a barrier and armed men, a half-mile away. This must be the beginning of Father Croxden’s part of the island.
Sy pulled his bike off the road. Hidden among some trees, he turned the engine off and dismounted, before helping Lita down. He removed his helmet again and turned to her.
“If you don’t want to see him, if you’ve changed your mind, you can stay here with the bike. You’ll be safe here,” he told her.
She wanted nothing more than to hide and never see the fake priest again, but this was important. If she didn’t do something about him herself, with her own two hands, she knew she would never feel right.
“I have to,” she whispered, and he seemed to understand how she felt, because he pressed his lips hard against hers, and her heart skipped in her chest as he claimed her with his tongue. Between her legs, warmth spread deeper, and she sighed, wishing they could stay like this but knowing she would never rest and never feel safe until she knew Croxden was gone for good.
“C’mon, then, let’s get this over with so I can give you that sexy spanking,” he growled.
They left the helmets with the bike, which was balanced on its kickstand behind some big leafy plants. Then they quietly made their way through the tropical woodland until they reached a metal fence. Sy paused then looked around for something.
“You want to find out if it’s electric or not?” Lita checked. He nodded. She clamped one hand over her mouth to silence herself, then reached out with the other and touched it.
“No!” Sy growled, as her fingers brushed the cold metal. It wasn’t electrified. She giggled with relief.
“I’m fine,” she pointed out. Now they just had to figure out how to get over the razor wire at the top.
“That was stupid as fuck,” Sy scolded her. “You could have been killed.”
“Or we could have just saved a lot of time,” she pointed out, feeling sassier than usual. “And I don’t think it would have killed me.”
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“Pain is temporary.”
“That’s not an appropriate attitude, young lady. I should spank you right now.”
Lita sighed and stood before him passively, waiting for him to make good on the threat. She bowed her head to show she accepted his punishment.
“Bend over,” he told her. “Touch your toes.”
She did. He unbuttoned her leather pants and slid them down, so her bottom was so exposed in the open air. Bracing her against his bent knee
, balancing on the other leg, he brought his hand down hard. Lita hissed through her teeth as his huge, leather-gloved hand landed on her sit spot. The pain radiated straight down her hungry slit and across the surface of her bottom cheeks. She gritted her teeth when his hand landed again. The fire was instant and it traveled straight through her, setting her nerves alight. Her pussy spasmed with need. His hand connected a third time, and the sharp sting made her regret her recent recklessness.
“You know why I’m spanking you? Because I care. I want you to value your own life as much as I do. You want me to be your master? That’s your first order.” He punctuated his harsh words with equally hard swats.
Despite having had punishments that were far more painful, this one quickly brought her to tears. It wasn’t about the pain. Usually she cried at the hopelessness of her situation, and the unfairness of any given punishment, coupled with the humiliation of having to apologize and beg for forgiveness for whatever the priest found issue with this time. With Sy, however, that wasn’t why she cried. It was because she cared about Sy’s opinion of her, and she knew she had disappointed him.
Perhaps she didn’t fully believe her life was worth preserving, but she understood that she had let him down, and he was the most important man in the world. She only wanted to bring happiness and pleasure to him. Even though he didn’t want to be her master, she cared too much about him to ever wish to displease him. She wanted her entire world to revolve around him. Her recklessness had made him unhappy, although she had been trying to help. She cried and the pain got inside her, scouring her soul, until the rest of his words finally caught up with her.
“Please! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do it! Okay, I did mean to do it, but I really wish I hadn’t done it!” she babbled, as he continued raining retribution on her sensitive sit spot.
“Do you understand why this bothers me?” he asked.
She shook her head. Why would anyone care if she lived or died?
“Think real hard on it with that sore bottom, while we climb over this fence.” He tipped her upright and adjusted her leather pants before kissing her on the forehead. Overcome with uncharacteristic shyness, she smiled through her tears.
“Don’t you dare get yourself killed for at least another hundred years,” he warned her. She nodded and resisted the urge to rub her sore bottom.
In their leather armored suits, the razor wire at the top of the fence posed little difficulty.
Inside Croxden’s land, Lita felt the weight of everything pressing hard on her. They walked for a very long time before they reached Croxden’s mansion—a huge white building with pine trees in big plant pots around the place.
“We’re going to sneak in through the back, and take him out cleanly,” Sy whispered.
“I want to look in his eyes when you do it,” Lita replied. She had never felt so strongly about anything before. The man haunted her dreams and every second or third thought was some new fear about what he might do if he found out she was still alive.
They approached the house from beyond a large swimming pool. The cover was on, and nobody was outside, but a pair of large glass doors was open, and they led straight into the house. Sy went first, his gun in his hand, and Lita tiptoed behind, trying her best to breathe quietly just in case Croxden sensed she was here.
He was reclining on a chaise lounge, and a slave knelt before him with dead eyes. Lita’s heart clenched as she recognized the girl. None of the slaves were permitted to interact with one another but they regularly had to serve in pairs or threes, so she knew the girl by face alone.
Sy raised his gun and pulled the trigger. A silencer meant the neat shot was undetected by any of the security around the perimeter. The slave girl just stared at the floor in silence.
“We need to free all the slaves,” Lita insisted. Sy narrowed his eyes at her. She didn’t waver. He gave a slight nod.
Before they left the room, however, a shot was fired from the other side. Lita and Sy ducked as a large vase shattered.
Lita looked up then froze in terror.
“About time you returned, slave. I have been perfecting an invasive medical procedure and you will make a perfect guinea pig.” The doctor held a pistol pointed straight at her.
“Nnnnnn...” Lita’s mouth seemed to get stuck on the first letter of the word ‘no’ and her eye could only look at him in horror. Her blood prickled as it chilled and her breathing became shallow. He had always scared her more than the priest.
“I invented a new eye-cam. This one doesn’t simply watch and listen through your eye socket; it also has a special chip that can control your movement. So I can make you do whatever I want, wherever you are in the solar system.”
Lita was too afraid. Why had she come here? The doctor turned his gun to Sy and shot at him. Sy groaned and clutched his leg. All Lita’s worst nightmares were coming true at once.
“It’s a pity that Croxden is dead, but I can always find a new man greedy and foolish enough to run all Earth’s organized crime.”
Sy was hit. Maybe dying. The only way he would get away was if Lita could somehow stop the doctor shooting him again. Without really thinking about what she was doing, she sprang up and launched herself at the sadistic medic. She knocked him over with the force of her body, then started tearing at him with her fingers. It was futile, though. He was much stronger than her, and easily pinned her arms to her sides. He regarded her with his cold eyes and she shuddered. The man had no empathy for anyone.
“This isn’t the way to greet your master, slave. Clearly, I need to punish you more severely. Perhaps I will stop your heart then restart it again a few times, until you learn that your continued existence is dependent on my whim.”
“Let him go, and you can do whatever you want with me,” Lita said, more bravely than she felt.
“Stupid slave. I’m going to do whatever I want with you, anyway. He is simply collateral.” The doctor pointed his gun at Sy again, and Lita screamed when a shot rang out.
Lita’s heart wrenched. Everyone had fallen silent and she was terrified that Sy had been fatally hit.
For a moment, she thought the doctor was trying to push her to her knees, then she realized he was falling down. As she was dragged to the floor, he shook and spasmed, then collapsed and stopped moving. She disentangled herself and ran to Sy, who was still on the floor.
“Are you okay? What happened?” she asked.
“Before you ran at him, his bullet winded me, but I’ll be fine. The leather motorcycle gear kept me safe.”
“I suppose if it can handle re-entry, a bullet isn’t going to get by,” she mused, still shaken.
“Then, I shot him before he shot me. I wanted a clear view so I didn’t accidentally hit you, but you sorta made that impossible. What did I say your only order was?” he prompted, looking stern.
“To not get killed,” Lita replied.
“Exactly. As soon as we get back, I’m going to make you wear a butt plug for two hours so you think twice the next time you’re inclined to do anything so dangerous,” he told her. She quivered at the idea.
“We need to free the slaves,” she said. “And his security will be here any moment.”
“Is there a telephone nearby?” Sy asked.
Lita pointed in the direction of a handset. He went to call an ambulance and other assorted assistance to come and help the enslaved women, while Lita went to the slave who still knelt before Croxden’s body.
“It’s going to be all right, you’ll be free soon,” Lita told her. The girl looked up at her, and Lita realized both her eyes were silver.
“I don’t want to be free, I want to die,” the girl whispered.
“I know,” Lita said. “I really do. But there’s other masters. Kind masters.” She glanced over at Sy. He wasn’t her master, she knew that. The idea of life without rules and punishments equally excited and depressed her. She needed the guidance, and if he wouldn’t give it to her, then regardless of how she felt about him,
she would have to find a new master somehow.
“No kind master would want us. Look at us. We’re maimed. I go blind once every three months if the batteries in my eyes run down. Yours is just wandering around the room aimlessly.”
Lita wanted to cry. Everything the girl said was true. But somehow, she knew she had to look toward the future, whatever that held. She didn’t know what to say that would help, so she got up and went to show Sy where the other slaves were kept.
They left once the cages were open and the guards were incapacitated; the authorities could deal with the rest. Lita was lost in thought on the motorcycle ride back to Mars. After Sy parked the bike and they both had their helmets off, Lita asked the thing she’d been most worried about.
“Now that Croxden isn’t pushing your old motorcycle club to do bad things, are you going to return to them? And leave Mars?”
“No. Not now. Too much went down between us. I’ve got a better plan. Ever been to Saturn?”
Lita shook her head.
“Me either. It’ll take a few days on my bike, but there’s lots of places to stop along the way. I feel like relocating somewhere further afield. But first, you have a punishment due. And a sexy spanking.”
* * *
Lita stood beside Sy’s unmade bed. The scent of aftershave was rife in the air. Naked, she waited for him to be ready to punish her.
“Bend over and place your hands on the bed,” he told her.
She obeyed. The butterflies in her tummy had found a trampoline and were doing somersaults.
“Spread your legs,” he growled into her ear.
She slid her feet apart. Sy’s hand pressed against her sex and she couldn’t help sighing as heat radiated through her.
Suddenly, without warning, three sharp swats crashed into her sit spot and she moaned. The burn quickly transformed into a rousing tingle that made her nipples harden beneath her.
“Why am I punishing you, Lita?”
“Because I nearly got myself killed. I was protecting you, though,” she said, as though that made it better.
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