Owned And Owner (20 page)

Miseko
obviously did not choose to deny his slave orgasms, judging from her harness. In fact, he forced her to come while she was running, by pulling on the strap between her legs and whipping her on. She ended up pulling almost entirely with her cunt, her stride faltering and starting again, her legs trembling under her.

‘There’s a knot in the crotch strap right over her clit.’
Miseko
forced her to keep moving right through her first orgasm, though Garid thought she would fall, and she was clearly building for a second one when she did fall to her knees in exhaustion at the unaccustomed double weight.
Miseko
got down, pushed her flat onto the ground, and put a foot on her buttocks to hold her down while he yanked cruelly and expertly on the crotch strap. She cried out muffled moans of pain and gratitude around her bit, as the second orgasm shook her.

‘Would you like to use her now?’
Miseko
offered.

Garid deferred to the woman’s owner, wanting to watch first. He observed her oral technique, and thought that Therin had made a good deal. Then he found out for himself just how good.

Early one morning, Therin and
Miseko
traveled to the Bureau of Animal Welfare with
Vizay
to begin the necessary formalities; the official transfer had to include a thorough medical scan of the property. Naturally the building was hard to find; they were almost late, and then they were transferred from office to office until they finally fetched up at one that had a ragged ‘Back in 5’ note on the door. There they waited for three quarters of an hour. When the man returned at last, however, he proved to be the authorized veterinarian on duty. He examined, probed, scanned and inspected
Vizay
with great efficiency and thoroughness,
without,
it seemed to Therin, ever actually looking at her. Therin was so enamored of women that it always came as a surprise how distasteful many men found them. But the necessary authorizations were soon on file, and it was off to the Title Bureau.

‘We could do this from home, you know,’ said Therin. ‘We’re only here in person because she had to be examined. No one does property transfers in person.’

‘They do at auctions.’

‘Not at private sales.’

‘They said it’s just across that quadrangle there,’ said
Miseko
. ‘Why wait? Anyway,
it’s
fun taking her through all these stuffy offices and watching people stare, don’t you think?’

‘I’d rather be doing a few things in private,’ grumbled Therin. But he went along, not wanting to spoil
Miseko’s
fun.

Vizay
trotted along quickly at
Miseko’s
side, heeling perfectly.
Miseko
had not let Therin take the leash. ‘When it’s done, boy; you’ll get her soon enough.’

At the Title Bureau they were something of a surprise. Therin was right; no one did this kind of thing in person anymore. Thumbprint signature pads and retinal recognition cameras were linked to virtually every terminal on the planetary network, making electronically registered property easy to transfer. The bureau’s two staff
were
involved in the transfer of vast corporations or planets full of metal ore. One small slave, expensive though she was, was not on the scale to which they were accustomed. The man near the door was annoyed, but his junior, an animal lover, considered this a welcome break and looked forward to telling the story when he got home. He hunkered down in front of
Vizay
, fascinated, and stroked her long black hair.

‘She looks almost human!’ he exclaimed. ‘Look at those eyes! Aren’t you a cute one, eh?’
Vizay
lowered her lashes demurely, but didn’t avoid his hand. He hesitated over her breasts and looked at
Miseko
, who nodded. ‘What odd swellings; is that normal?’ he asked, poking them gently.
Vizay
arched her back a very little, making them more available.

‘Quite normal, though they vary in size and shape.’
Miseko’s
eyes were gleaming.

The other bureaucrat gave an irritated cough, and the younger man straightened up. ‘Straightforward sale?’ he asked.

‘No, I’m selling a half share in her to my friend here.’
Miseko
punched up his ownership data on the counter terminal, and the transfer got underway. Therin transferred the money over to
Miseko
, everyone pressed the thumbprint pad when required, and in five minutes they were done. His colleague safely at the back of the room, the young man petted the creature one more time before he saw them to the door. Then suddenly he remembered rumors he’d heard about woman owners, and he blushed deeply. Sex with a helpless creature like that?
Brutal bestiality.
He could still feel the pliant, elastic texture of the creature’s
mammaries
, and felt a faint stirring he couldn’t identify. Had she pressed them forward to him?

He looked out the window, and saw the two men walking away across the quadrangle, the small creature’s leash now in the hand of the new second owner. The woman’s long curtain of hair swung back and forth over her round buttocks. The hips as they swayed seemed to wink at him.

His colleague blew his nose noisily, and the man turned back to his work. He wasn’t so sure now that he’d be telling this story at home.

Miseko
piloted the
aircar
while Therin sat back in the passenger seat,
Vizay
on the floor between his legs. Therin held her head firmly in place, gently rubbing her cheeks against his inner thighs, her face against his crotch. It was a longish trip, and when this tantalizing stimulus became too much Therin opened his trousers and thrust himself into the hot mouth that opened for him. Traffic was getting heavier, and
Miseko
, glancing over, switched the windows to opaque.
Vizay
sucked expertly, with exquisite pressure and flicks of tongue to make Therin groan. He held himself back, wanting to see just how intense he could stand it. There was an undertow stirring, wanting to boil up to the surface, but still he hung on. Then an unexpected swirl of sensation over the base of his cock caught him off-guard, and took him past the point of no return. Hot sweetness rushed through him and he erupted, filling her mouth so that she could barely hang on to it all.

Miseko
, grinning, gave him some time to bathe in the glow before he spoke.
Vizay
curled up on the floor.

‘She used her hands on you without permission.’
Vizay
ducked her head and made herself a little smaller.

‘I’m glad she did,’ Therin sighed, his eyes still half closed.

‘We’d better get the rules straight. She’ll be messing you about like wind in a
hoversail
.’

‘No, she won’t.’ Therin stretched, gave a deep, satisfied smile, and tucked himself away. ‘You’ve got her too well-trained for that.’

‘Damned right.
Long straps in the forward bin.’

Therin prodded the little figure with his foot, and she knelt up and faced away from him, clasping her hands together behind her back. He linked her wrist cuffs, and then pulled a long, neatly folded strap from the bin. This he wound from her wrists up above her elbows and back again, pulling them tightly together. He tied the strap from her wrists firmly around her waist, forcing her elbows out at an angle, increasing the strain on her shoulders. She whimpered a little.

‘
Vizay
?’

‘Slave – sorry, masters,’ she whispered in her broken
Henthen
, still facing away from them, barely audible over the quiet drone of the
aircar
.

‘You’ll remember to obey the rules next time, right
Vizay
?’ said Therin, smoothing the straps and squeezing her arms tighter together in the process. Her breath caught and she agreed. Her hands, little and pale under the black straps, squirmed slightly where they were forced against her back, and she tried to flex her shoulders, but otherwise she stayed put while the two men talked.

Miseko
said, ‘I don’t know that there’s anything that says we each have to keep her to the same rules. She’s capable of learning to please us both. But you have to have some, or she’ll have you wound and tangled like an old piece of string.’

‘Am I a stray
hoversail
or old string?’ Therin laughed. ‘How many metaphors do you have for spineless?’
Miseko
smiled and said nothing.
Therin’s
eyes followed the contours of the figure in the shadows at his feet. ‘It’s not easy to punish her for giving me that much pleasure. But I did it. And
Vizay
knows what my real punishments feel like, don’t you, girl?’
Vizay
, still facing away, nodded emphatically. Therin considered. ‘I’ll start with your rules and see later if I want to modify anything. Do you want to go over them?’

Miseko
stared out the screen. ‘It all seems so obvious now I hardly think about it. For one thing I don’t let her get up off the floor without permission, or speak without being spoken to. You already knew that. She gets her meals from my hand mostly, on a tray on the floor if I’m busy.’

‘Using her hands?’

‘If I’m busy she probably uses her hands to eat, yes. I’m not bothered. It’s not as if she gets to use a fork.’ The image of a woman wielding utensils was incongruous; they laughed. ‘Let’s see, can’t use the furniture at all, unless I’m using it to fasten her, and that’s me using it on her, isn’t it?’

‘When you punish her you like to make it fit the crime, right?’

‘That’s right. That’s an example, there.’ He nodded toward the tightly bound arms.
‘Also hobbling for unauthorized moving about.
If she speaks without being spoken to, I have a pretty uncomfortable gag I use on her.’

‘I’ve never seen that.’

‘I haven’t had to use it in a long time, come to think of it.’ He smiled over at the patient figure facing into the dark below the windscreen. She couldn’t see the smile, but raised her head slightly at the warmth of his tone. He went on. ‘And then there are blindfolds for any impudent glances. I find I need to do that for long periods, half a day at least, to have any effect. A hood is even better, when she’s feeling too full of herself.’

They discussed a typical day’s routine.
Vizay
was allowed to wash herself each morning and use a toilet, but was allowed no privacy, and
Miseko
strongly discouraged Therin from allowing any. ‘She’ll think she owns her body if she gets to look after it without anyone watching.’

‘Oh, I’ll watch, don’t worry!’

‘She has to be exercised every day, of course.’ Therin nodded. He was almost as expert as
Miseko
now at keeping the woman balanced and sweating, working at her limit without over-straining herself. His spent penis stirred at the thought.

‘I chain her to the bed at night; don’t want her to have free run of the place while I’m sleeping.’
Miseko
glanced at the little figure again, and his eyes had a brief look of loss about them. His bed would be empty that night.

An hour later they were in
Miseko’s
living room, looking down at their mutual possession, on her knees in front of them. They had released her arms, which were covered with horizontal red lines from the pressure of the straps.

‘How does it feel to be half owner of this little toy?’ asked
Miseko
.

‘Hmmm.’ Therin considered the smooth flesh before him. He pulled
Vizay
to her feet and squeezed both breasts, looking from one to the other. Then he turned to
Miseko
, one hand still firmly around her left breast. ‘I like this half.’ He glinted at his friend, pulled out a marking instrument and began making dotted lines down
Vizay’s
chest.

Miseko
laughed.
But when
Therin’s
lines descended to her belly
Miseko
said, ‘No, I like that navel!
And how do we divide up her cunt? The best part’s in the middle!’

Vizay
was giggling at the tickling of the pen.
Miseko
found a little marker and began distinguishing areas for himself, and soon they had her covered with dotted lines, like the diagrams dividing a cow for butchering. They tugged her back and forth by breast and buttock, laid claim to tongue and toes, then finally had her by cunt and asshole, pulling them apart just enough to make her gasp. The mock battle dissolved in urgent and indiscriminate use of all the identified areas by both men simultaneously.

After they recovered,
Miseko
looked up from
Vizay’s
smeared skin, which he was wiping. ‘You really ought to take her home, you know.’

‘But?’

‘I can live without her, it’s all right. And we’ve done this before.’ He washed off the circle someone had drawn around
Vizay’s
nipple. ‘Well, not this exactly, but close enough. If you want her to understand that things have changed, you’ll have to spend time with her on your own.’

‘You don’t think she understands?’

‘Up here.’
Miseko
touched her between her dark eyes.
‘Not here yet.’
He rubbed his hand across her damp belly.