Pleasure Slave

by Ann Jacobs

  “Guy’s an Earthling, not a sexbot. A whole human 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, 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 that some way, I’d be allowed 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 have a human mate anyway, cyborg or not, even if he could return,” Doreen pointed out.

  Guy held her fast, easing the pain of that knowledge, if not the tearing sensation in her heart and head. “He wants me to stay with him, go live with him on this planet called Luna Ten.”

  Nebula shot a dubious look at Guy. “If it weren’t for those eyes, he could pass…”

  “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 a moment then smiled. “Turn on that entertainment center and have it beam in on Luna Ten. I’ll show you what Cassie will be missing if she chooses to go home. What we’ve been missing by following all the Federation rules.”

  “Cassie, you watch this, too,” Guy stroked along her spine as she turned her attention to a picture of the place he wanted to take her.

  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. Cassie took in shot after shot of verdant meadows and glades sheltered from the sun by lush trees and shrubs with brilliant pink and purple flowers. The beauty of the scenes 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 refugee families from planet Earth, seemed to blend into a 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, their limbs entangled as she cradled his head to her breasts. Watching them, 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 and settled her comfortably on the bed beneath him then parted her legs and slid his cock between her damp, swollen folds. “Now I know something new about you. You’re a voyeur.” When she looked at him, clearly not understanding, he grinned. “You get hot just watching others fucking. I love it. Do you like what you see of your new home?”

  “From what I saw on the travel program, 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 Star Command who will get word to any people who might 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 own Masters.”

  Doreen laughed. “No man will ever master me. I could be quite happy with one of Pak Song’s super-deluxe sexbots though, and even happier if I didn’t have 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 remembered and dreaded the fate that awaited her when she returned. And why. “But from what the announcer said, the colonists on Luna Ten want women who can breed. I cannot. I carry the mutant gene.”

  That reason—Nebula being diagnosed as a carrier of the dreaded mutant gene that had forced the Federation to set such stringent rules for breeding—was why they’d made this trip. To give her one last chance to enjoy life 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 wet cunt. “Will Nebula still be welcome, 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 seem to be 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 of the screen, which cast a golden glow 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.

  She looked up at him and met his gaze, which now seemed very human despite the scarlet irises. “I will go with you, Master. I want to be your slave. Will you go with us?” she asked, turning to focus on Doreen and Nebula.

  Doreen shot Cassie a lascivious smile. “Yes, I’ll come. Nebula, if I were you, I’d jump at the chance to live as a human and not a drone.”

  “You’re right. But 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, you two.”

  “We’ll be at the private transporter dock station tomorrow at fifteen hundred hours,” Guy called out as Doreen hurried after Nebula. “Meet us there.”

  He bent, brushing his lips over Cassie’s. “I hope they show up. I’d have you happy and content. Never lonely.” Then, with loving deliberation, he released the clasp of the gossamer, golden chain that connected her piercings and threaded it through his as well. Guy refastened the clasp so they were connected and their sensitive nubs brushed each other with every plunge of his cock deep within her cunt. Each erotic thrust tugged the chain attached to 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 against her damp and swollen labia, he lost it. His big body shuddered and he came in fiery bursts, over and over. The familiar, delicious congestion built in her cunt. Her clit, too, and in her nipples, being tugged both up and down as he sucked her tongue, swallowing her whimpers of need and her screams of perfect pleasure.

  * * * * *

  The following morning they loaded their belongings into the small, sleek transporter Guy had bought and made one last trip to the Strip for a few luxuries Guy said they needn’t do without.

  At the jeweler’s shop, Cassie helped him choose a collar of gold and diamonds with a matching gold link leash, and gold tongue studs that had once been traditional gifts exchanged by brides and grooms centuries earlier on Earth. Guy had the jeweler pierce her tongue using the new, painless laser procedure. “That way,” he said, “the hole won’t close before our mating ceremony.” When they came back to the front, he selected several lengths of fine, gold
chain and a flogger with a burnished leather handle.

  When she looked at him, questioning this last purchase, he said, “It’s for your discipline, my darling.”

  “Then you don’t want a flogger made of my hair?” Cassie had seen a slave being readied for her Master yesterday in one of the shops along the Strip. She found the process of weaving severed lengths of the woman’s hair into a braid and stiffening it with some resinous substance intriguing and incredibly arousing to watch.

  So arousing that she got wet just thinking about kneeling between Guy’s muscular thighs and sucking his cock while he took her hair to make a flogger that he would use for her discipline, leaving her scalp as smooth as his own.

  “I want your golden hair left on your head.” While flattered, Cassie couldn’t help feeling disappointed that he wouldn’t allow her 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.”

  “But…Master, I want to submit fully to you.”

  “You will. Never doubt that you’ll be as submissive as if I shaved your head and flogged you every day with a whip made from your own hair. Come with me. I have one more thing I need to buy.”

  They walked to a craftsman’s shop across the street. After considering several large devices, he purchased a sleek St. Andrew’s cross, complete with padded restraints. Cassie creamed her panties when she imagined Guy strapping her to that cross, administering loving discipline until he took pity and filled her empty, aching cunt.

  * * * * *

  Stars glittered as Guy piloted the transporter through the black velvet of space. “Cassie, come here,” he said softly into the intercom after putting the ship on autopilot.

  Leaving her sisters sleeping in the cabin, Cassie crept forward and knelt at her Master’s feet. This would be all right, she told herself, even though she hadn’t quite been able to still the apprehension that formed a tight knot in her stomach.

  That feeling let up a little as she laid her head on Guy’s knee and felt him run a hand through her loosened hair, petting her as though she were a child, or a favorite pet. “It’s so dark out there,” she said, glancing out at the vast blackness punctuated with jewel-like stars.

  “Don’t be afraid. And don’t forget that I promised to take care of you.” He slid his hand under her chin, lifting her head until she looked into his scarlet eyes. His self-confidence rubbed off on her, and she smiled. “You believe I will, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Master.” She did believe, but she worried that something might come along to keep them from reaching the utopian paradise that awaited them on Luna Ten.

  He reached down, freed his sex from the snug leather pants that reminded her he’d once been one of Earth’s elite Federation Star Command. “I want you to give me pleasure now,” he told her, gathering her hair in his hand and using it to turn her until her lips brushed the broad head of his jeweled penis.

  Hard yet as soft and smooth as the night, he tasted a little salty when she sampled the lubrication that seeped around the thick ring at the tip of his cock. She cupped his testicles in both hands, rolling them around within their tightly drawn-up sac.

  Cassie found it incredibly arousing to handle him that way as they hurtled through space—just the parts of him that made him more man than cyborg—while the rest of his magnificent body was out of her reach, encased from neck to toe in supple black leather. Extending her tongue, she licked down the full length of his jeweled cock then drew him into her mouth.

  “That feels…indescribably good,” he said. “But now, suck me, my precious slave.” Guy fisted her hair in one hand, forcing her to take him deeper, swallow, suckle him while he whispered words of sex—of love. “Suck me hard. That’s my good slave. Oh, yeah. Stop now. I want you to come up here and straddle me, take my cock into your hot, wet cunt.”

  Cassie stood, watched Guy watch her with those bionic eyes as she drew her panties down and off. It was as though he could see through her, as if her body held no secrets from him. She liked the sensation of high arousal when he looked at her that way, wanted to give him a Master’s pleasure while she basked in the knowledge that she was wanted, maybe even loved.

  “Come here.”

  “Yes, Master.” Her motions smooth and natural, she stepped up on the console and straddled his thick, hard thighs. The smooth leather of his pants caressed her legs as she settled her cunt over his massive erection and impaled herself slowly, sensuously, until she had his full length inside her, stretching her, pressing against the mouth of her womb.

  Gods but it felt good. With strong hands, Guy lifted her then pushed her down again. “Oh, yes, Master,” she gasped when the pressure began to build in her, demanding a release he had yet to permit.

  “Come for me now, slave.”

  She felt him insert a long finger up her ass, and that sensation robbed her of the last vestiges of her control. She’d never felt so full. So taken. So loved. She could think no more as her climax began deep in her belly and spread throughout her body like a raging fire that consumed her, left her weak and spent in her Master’s strong arms.

  A sense of peace, of rightness, enveloped Guy as he held his precious slave while they hurtled through space. Master and slave, embarking on a journey that would end in a place he’d secretly envied his old flight school classmate for having had the courage to leave his place on Earth to colonize. “Cassie, you’ll like Aurora. She’s Brad’s mate, and he says she has been longing for a few female friends.”

  “I’m glad. I wish you’d take my hair, though, so everyone who sees us would know that I’m your slave.” She stirred in his arms, the motion arousing him even though he’d just come in her moments earlier. “Aurora is so beautiful.”

  “So are you. Never think that because I allow you to keep your hair for my pleasure, you’re less my slave than Aurora is Brad’s.” He gathered the reddish-gold mass in his fist and lifted her slightly. “Stand and brace yourself on the wheel. I want to fuck you again.”

  “Already, Master?” she asked as she followed his instruction and positioned herself so he could take her cunt or ass without moving from his chair in the cockpit. He loved the way she obeyed without question. The plump curve of her ass when she bent over the wheel enticed him almost beyond reason.

  “Already.” Checking the gauges first to be sure they stayed on course, Guy bent and licked along her spine, using one hand beneath her to jiggle the chain that joined her nipples and her delightfully swollen clit. When he reached her ass cheeks, he nibbled them playfully. “I want to fuck your delightful ass. Do you mind?”

  She wiggled a little, put herself in position so he could rim her rear hole with his tongue. “My ass belongs to you, Master,” she said, her voice husky with passion.

  He slid to the edge of the seat and rubbed his cock along her wet, hot slit. The scent of sex filled his nostrils, made him crazy with need. They needed no lubrication but the proof of their earlier climaxes, so he positioned his cock at her rear entrance. Using both hands on her hips, he drew her down on him.

  Inch by inch, she took him into that impossibly tight hole. No complaints or whimpers, just acceptance. When he was fully seated in her, he reached around and claimed her breasts, one in each hand. Squeezed. As he moved her slowly up and down on his cock, he plucked her nipples with his fingers.

  “Oh gods,” she cried when he fucked her harder, faster. “Don’t…don’t stop.”

  Her flesh began to convulse around him, and he felt a tremor go through her body. “Come for me now, my precious slave,” he said when her breathing became ragged and she strained against his seeking fingers.

  He felt her ass convulse around his cock. So tight. So giving. “Yes, Master. Oh gods yes.”

  Her soft cries of completion triggered his own climax, which came in long, staccato bursts that seemed to go on forever.

  Finally he lifted her off his wrung-ou
t cock and set her on his lap, weaving his fingers through her hair. “I believe I’ll like claiming you that way at our mating ceremony. Never fear, no one on Luna Ten will doubt that you’re my slave. You will belong to me—heart, soul and body—and everyone will know it.”

  Cassie turned and met Guy’s sizzling-hot gaze. “You will take me in front of others?”

  He stroked her wet, sticky slit, reminding her of the sex they had just shared. “Don’t pretend you mind. You will enjoy having others watch me taking you in every possible way, just as you did when your sisters watched. Watching others fuck excites you too. Your passion pleases me beyond all, my little slave.”

  “The cross you bought? You will tie me to it?”

  “Yes. And you will like it.” Guy’s tone was low, hard. Masterful. “I will chain you, make you helpless. And I will suck you and fuck you until you beg for mercy. Perhaps I will allow the eunuch males to play with your beautiful breasts and clit while I fuck your pretty mouth. I’m interested in seeing how many times I can make you come.”

  “Ooh.” She didn’t know what to say, but her cunt was clenching again, anticipating more of Guy’s hot loving.

  “I look forward to teaching you to come on my command, sweet slave. I have a feeling you will take to obeying me with great enthusiasm.”

  “Yes, Master.” She smiled up at Guy, lust plain to see in her beautiful eyes. “Will you begin my instruction now?”

  “Gladly.” He blew on her earlobe as he reached between her legs and sank two fingers into her cunt. “Imagine me fucking you this way, sucking your sweet clit between my teeth.” He began to move his fingers, stretching her flesh as he told her what he wanted to do to her, how he wanted to make her feel. His explicit words aroused her even more than his sensuous touch.

  “Come now, sweet slave,” he ordered, his voice low, incredibly sexy, compelling her to follow his loving command.