Consequences (Slaves of the Gods Book 2)

by Alan Horn

  "Master, would you put me back in your chains and spank me first?"

  He raised up and looked at me. "Why Anne?"

  "I am a slave, master." I want to be one. My orgasms are stronger when I'm in bondage and my strongest orgasm ever was after you spanked me. I'm a wanton, sluttish slave. I'm your slave. You have conditioned me and control me. I need to be controlled. Please, Master."

  "As you wish, my slavegirl." He rolled me over, locked my hands together and put the chain between my ankles. Re sat on the bed and threw me over his legs. I felt his heavy hand hit my ass cheek. My ass flared with heat and warmed my belly. After several blows I was moaning in pleasure and he tossed me back on the bed. I pulled my feet up tight to my ass and spread my knees wide. His hands fondled my breasts and toyed with my nipples. I writhed and moaned. "Please, Master. Take me now. My pussy ached with need. He ignored me and continued playing with my breasts. My need increased. My whole belly spasmed and my juices flowed out of me. I wanted him in me. I needed him so badly.

  Then his huge cock probed at the entrance to my love tunnel. I felt my sopping labia lips swell and spread for him. I was tight around him as he thrust inside me. It was amazing. I fit around him like a tight glove. He filled me completely and it felt so right. I was helpless and loved it. I couldn't move anything and his weight held me tight. I was stuffed with him and with joy. I could not imagine any greater pleasure. The slippery friction of his pumping cock enthralled me. How could anything feel so good. And yet, I knew the best was yet to come as my orgasm blossomed within me.

  Suddenly it was on me. I screamed with joy as it exploded in my belly. I was suffused with love and the joy of subjugation. I was his. He owned me, body and soul. His wish was my command. I only wanted to serve him, forever.

  As I recovered, he continued and I felt my body responding. My arousal grew and I wanted him in me again. His plunging cock was as big and stiff as before. He pushed me to the very edge again and my love juices flooded me and smoothed his passage. Then I was climaxing again. It was wonderful. I wanted more and he gave it, my god, did he give it.

  He had the stamina of a bull. I was plowed relentlessly. He gave me four magnificent orgasms before he exploded into me. That was wonderful too. I orgasmed once again as his how spend flooded into me. I bulged, I blew up like a balloon as his hot fluids flowed into me. It was fantastic. I glowed with joy and pleasure. Afterwards, we lay in quiet appreciation on his bed.

  "Master, that was wonderful. Would you keep me here tonight?"

  "Love, I would not evict my partner from my bed so soon. Do you think me so grim a lover?"

  No master, never that. But I did not speak clearly. Would you chain me in your bed, please? I need to feel your slave in all respects."

  "Of course." He locked a chain to my collar and returned to bed. "Now you are a slavegirl sharing her master's bed. Does this fit better?"

  "Oh, yes, Master. Thank you."

  In the morning it was clear the party was over. I once again ate from a bowl on the floor, my hands locked behind me.

  Apollo said, " Anne, let us go see your new job. We stood in front of a low building and he took me inside. My hands were unlocked and he took me down several passages to a door labeled 'Draks Monitoring.' Inside he took me to a tall man and introduced me to him. He was Alvar and he was in charge here. Alvar took me to a chair, no dildo, and told me to sit down. I did and scenes of a stark land appeared before me.

  He said, "this is Drak. You will be monitoring grid 8W. All our historical data and is available. Just think about what you want to see and it will appear. You may view all the other grids if needed, but focus on 8W. Learn what is normal and look for anomalies. Especially look for evidence of non-Draks. Apollo has signed you up for five four hour shifts a week. When your shift is over, your ring will show you the way home. He walked away.

  I played with the machine for long time. It gave me a gods-eye view of a whole planet. An ugly planet to be sure. Peopled by werewolves.. My view went wherever I wanted: into caves or houses, up mountains, underwater. I knew a lot about Draks. Their physiology, tastes, mating habits, food. Ugh. It was stuff from horror movies. They were dimension shifters. Many had come to Earth. Earthlings were easy prey for them. They were strong, intelligent, fast, belligerent, lived and hunted in packs.

  They weren't a threat to Olympians or the other Gods. Originally they were very dangerous to Earthlings. The Olympians had 'throttled down' the paths from Drak to Earth. They couldn't close them completely. Now only one or two Draks could come to Earth in a lunar month. On a full moon, of course.

  All the Gods had their own realms and they didn't interact too much. There was no need for trade in goods since they all shared advanced technologies. There was some minor trade in ideas and art. Their cultures had loosely shaped the folks they dealt with on Earth.

  After I was ready to get down to work, I made a survey of my sector. I learned my machine would make lists, and do a lot of analysis for me. I identified all the packs in the sector and their initial geographical locations. The machine could also track where the dimensionally jumping Draks went for their hunts. It turned out there were only ten other worlds they went to, including Earth, so really nine, mostly. None of the nine had intelligent life so the Olympians didn't mind the Draks hunting there.

  It wasn't clear why they always returned to Drak after a hunt. It was not a hospitable place. Cold, rocky, dark. The machine told me the atmosphere contained a high concentration of phosphorus. Unusual in water zone planets and necessary for their shape shifting mechanism.

  After my shift was over, I asked Alvar how I got home.

  "First we get you ready to go outside. Turn around." He locked my hands behind me and said, "You must always have your hands locked behind you outside. Just walk. Your nose ring will guide you. If it buzzes, you are going off course. If you continue it will shock you. So just turn where it buzzes. Apollo is aware of you. No one will bother you. If you stop and talk, the ring will lt you stop several minutes before it reminds you to move along. Look at the scenery on the way home." He opened the door and let me out.

  I was uncertain and a little scared. I was naked and chained and had just stepped into an unknown city. I just started walking. I turned right out of the door and nothing happened, so I kept going. I passed women, all locked up like me so I became less nervous. A man walked out of a door and turned toward me. He had a woman following him on a leash to her nose ring. I was a little scared. What if he said something?

  He smiled at me as he passed, but said nothing. The woman on his leash looked happy. The ring had me make several turns. It dawned on me how clean the streets were. And well maintained. There were many trees, but I didn't see any cracks or unevenness in the pavement. Good thing since none of the women wore shoes. I saw many women out unescorted. Most were silvers with a few golds scattered in.

  I hadn't seen any cars or trucks on the wide streets. I guessed they teleported things they wanted moved. Then why have such wide, smooth streets? I rounded a corner and learned why. There were a couple of ponygirl pulled carts on the street. I stopped and looked at them for a minute. They were all tall women and wore plumed headdresses and had bits strapped in their mouths. I decided to go closer but my ring warned me to turn at an intersection before I reached them. Later, I hope.

  It took about a half hour to walk home. Never had I been so exposed in my life. I had walked through a city naked and helplessly chained. I had felt safe and protected, knowing my own personal God was watching out for me. I was in no danger of getting lost. I felt exhilarated. This combination of enslavement and freedom, of subjugation and freedom from fear, was intoxicating.

  As I walked in the door, house said, "Welcome Anne." My hands fell free.

  "Hello, house. Where is Alice, please?"

  "She is in the recreation room. Would you like a guide?"

  "No, thanks. I'll find it."

  Alice was dancing. I watched her until the number was
over. She was erotic and beautiful. She had her belt of coins and a wisp of silk wound loosely around her body, accentuating her breasts.

  "Hi. That looked like fun. Can I join you?"

  "Of course. I like dancing with company. There's stuff like this in the cabinet."

  I got a coin belt and a plumed headdress and put them on.

  I joined Alice and she started the music. My body picked up the beat and took over. My mind was free to think about other things while my body danced.

  One thing led to another and we would up in Alice's room. Just like mine.

  When we got to her room, I confessed that I had become a bondage slut. I told her I enjoyed sex more when I was helpless. She smiled at me and turned me around. She pulled my left and then my right hands up high on my back and fastened them to my collar. I was surprised at how easily she had made me even more helpless than normal.

  We had loved each other for a long time and were enjoying just laying together and relaxing. Her arms were around me. Mine were still locked to the back of my collar.

  "Alice, should I worry about getting pregnant?"

  "No, dear. You can't get pregnant from sex with me!"

  "No, silly. I meant with Apollo or the other hunks around here."

  "No. You won't every get pregnant here." They took care of that when you were brought here."

  "Well, what if I want children, sometime?"

  "They can turn you back on, if you want. Anytime."

  "I haven't seen any children here."

  "They have them. Its not like at home. Here the women give eggs that are quickened in a creche. The children are raised and educated by professionals. That way none of them wind up with the neuroses that plague us back home. You don't get to know your children, but you don't have to worry about them either. Overpopulation will never be a problem here, either.

  We talked late into the night. I learned about my sister slaves in Apollo's house. I learned about the men that lived here too. Some were Apollo's children and grandchildren. Apollo seemed to be in charge of a great many functions in Olympus based on the number of visitors he had. And on the number of men who sought his advice.

  Alice told me she was given duties outside the home also. She was going to work on a project to share art and music among the God's realms. She was starting tomorrow. We both had to go to our jobs in the morning and we agreed to meet after we were done and dance some more. We both yawned and laughed. She released my hands and I went home and turned in.

  Over the next few months I developed more friendships with the other girls in Apollo's home. I fell into a flexible routine. Work in the morning, learn or exercise or woman sex in the afternoon. Relax after dinner in the rec room, usually with about equal numbers of men and women. There were games, contests, performances. Sometimes Apollo would take the lot of us to a community show or performance. When we all went out the women would be locked in a coffle. We had four foot chains locking our collars together. We walked single file with the men on each side of us. We had a good time and strutted for onlookers. I usually spent the night with one of the men. I always wanted to be helpless and fastened in place for sex and the men were always willing to accommodate me.

  Chapter 9 : Anomaly

  Work was interesting. I found an anomaly one day. I had been cataloging the packs in 8W and would revisit them every day or so to see what they were doing. I looked at pack fourteen and found the alpha male was not there. I checked the records. They showed all fifteen pack members had gone hunting on world three yesterday. And all fifteen came back after the hunt. There was no record of any other transferals, but one was gone. I checked the visuals and counted only fourteen appearing in their camp. That was odd. They had always matched before when I checked them. I asked the machine to review its records for my latest data. It said everything was nominal. It was the end of my shift so I decided to leave the problem for tomorrow.

  When I came in the next day I tuned in to pack fourteen and they were all there. I pulled up the visuals record and looked for the alpha males' arrival. I saw where he just walked into camp in the night and went into his hut. I backtracked him into a nearby cave and saw when he shifted in. I moved my viewpoint into his hut as he arrived. He took off his black clothing and I saw a semi automatic pistol stuck in his pants. This was wrong. Draks never used weapons other than their claws and fangs.

  I called Alvar and reported my anomaly. He reviewed my visuals at his station then called me to a conference with several other men. We put together a report and planned a more intensive surveillance of pack fourteen. They set up a search of other Drak records looking for similar events. I went back to my station and looked at my other packs. I didn't find anything.

  ...

  Apollo said, "So, Vulcan, do you know what happened on Drak?"

  "I checked the raw data from the shifts. The Drak in question did go to planet three with his pack. He left three with them but went to the Hindi realm. It is hard to tell if that was his destination or he was diverted. He stayed there for twelve hours and then shifted to Drak. The anomaly occurred when someone on Hindi interfered with the records, twice. Once to mask the Drak's shift to Hindi and again to mask his shift from Hindi to Drak. This interference is not hard to do. It only requires knowledge of our records system and a mind of moderate power.

  "Can you determine where on Hindi he went?"

  "Yes, within a thousand yards or so. It was on the outskirts of Malindi. Our records of the area are out of date."

  "Can you detect if it happens again?"

  "Yes, I tracked three hundred more shifts into that same area on Hindi. They matched up with records interferences. This is just since yesterday."

  "This sounds like a major Hindi operation they don't want us to know about."

  "Yes. Well, they have never been our friends. And we know they are jealous of our technology and mental power. We also know their women have been hostile to us since we dealt with our own female's treachery. I haven't been to Drak or Hindi in eons. Maybe I should visit them and see what's happening."

  "They must know the Drak's are no threat to us. Neither are they. So either their plan has nothing to do with us or it has a bit of deviousness about it. You know, this sounds interesting. I'm thinking a short field trip for both of us would be good."

  "Sounds like the old days. Just you and me, brother. When do you want to leave? I'll be ready in an hour. I need to leave a few instructions."

  "Perfect. Meet me here when you're ready."

  ...

  "Ready, Apollo

  "Yes. I propose we go first to the outskirts of Malindi and see what's happening there."

  "I agree. We should learn more there initially."

  They vanished and reappeared in a hot and humid world. They were floating a hundred feet above a swamp.

  Vulcan said, "Nice place. The Draks came to within a thousand yards of this place. I have us shielded from EM detection. Let's go up another thousand feet and see what's nearby."

  "OK."

  They rose and a large rectangular camp came into view to their South. They drifted over it and descended to fifty feet above the camp. As they watched Draks appeared and instantly fell asleep. Hind men were all over the place. When a Drak appeared one or two Hindis would drag him to a teaching chair and leave him.

  Vulcan said, "I'm going to eavesdrop and see what the Hindis are teaching the Draks."

  "OK. Apollo watched the Hindis and learned the pecking order. "Well, this is interesting. The Draks are being turned into a commando army. The Hindis are teaching them small team tactics. Like use of small arms, night fighting and similar skills. They are also being taught about Earth military tactics and logistics. I think the Hindis are training the Draks to attack Earth with many small teams at once."

  "That seems to be the only logical conclusion. The question is why. Let's go visit the camp commander and see what he thinks the plan is."

  They appear in the office of the camp commander and put
him to sleep. Probing his mind, they learn that Olympus is the target of the plan. The Hindis plan to deluge Earth with an army of a million Draks. Armed and trained to do the most damage possible. They are sure that Olympus will intervene and suppress the Draks. While the Olympians are away on Earth the Hindis will conquer Olympus. Their goal is to reverse the plight of the women of Olympus. Vulcan erases the commander's memory of their visit. He leaves a Trojan horse in his brain to alert Vulcan when a date is set for the invasion.

  Apollo said, "Let's go home."

  Back in Olympus, several more leaders come to the council of war. Besides Apollo and Vulcan; Zeus, Mercury, Ares, Caerus, Chronos, Kratos, and Poseidon are present. Vulcan and Apollo brief the others on their discoveries.

  Vulcan concludes, "We have narrowed the path from Drak to Earth so only 24 shifts a year are possible. We have not done anything about the path from Earth to Hindi or Drak to Hindi. They are wide open. The Hindi plan is workable but we don't know their motivation. Conquest of Olympus won't benefit them in any way I know that's worth the effort."

  Ares wants to smash Hindi before they can strike. Everyone else wants something more subtle. Finally Caerus suggests, "The Hindi's have a good plan. It seems we should be able to improve it a little." He outlines his idea. Vulcan thinks there may be a way to do it, but first he has to make a large generator. He tells the group, "I need to work with Apollo and try out an idea. Let's meet again in a week." All but Vulcan leave.

  "You told them you need my help to make a generator. Man, are you in trouble."

  "Well, brother, the generator I need is organic. I will need your help to test my theory and, if it works, to collect all the golds in Olympus and enlist their help. By the way, how many golds are here or on Earth now?"

  "There are about five thousand in Olympus and twice that many on Earth. Is that enough?

  "Yes, if my theory works. Would you find five I can use in my test? It won't hurt them in any way. I'll need to put a training program into your chairs and train them. I'll be ready tomorrow."