Slave World 2 - The Ties That Bind (14 page)

“Yes, Alex.” Cherise immediately stood and left the room to carry out his orders.

Alex initiated the housekeeping program on the bed so it would be ready for his first joining with the Captain. He would need to clean himself as well, looking about his large muscular body. He touched it, exploring it again before lifting the heavy weight of his flaccid cock in his hand. Alex considered performing another self-ejaculation, as he made his cock fully erect again. Just one more time before the Captain wakes, he had to feel the sensation of cumming again, but then something else came to mind, something better.

He left the cabin and made his way to the medical bay. The Captain had become dehydrated and slightly malnourished from her constant cycle of off and on sleep for the last week, making it necessary to administer fluids and nutritional supplements intravenously to her. It was also when he noticed her smell. Alex frowned, chastising himself; he would have to take better care of her in the future.

The Captain was so beautiful in her own way, Alex couldn’t help but admire her for what it was, yet it had become painfully clear why humans, and particularly a female creature like this required periodic sessions of personal hygiene. Her long hair, once lustrous and free-flowing, now had a greasy, matted and unkempt appearance, while her unnaturally pale skin gleamed with a light sheen of foul body secretions beneath a light matting of body fur.

Alex reaching out to cup her cheek in a show of affection, feeling the oily residue cover his fingertips – it was nothing but a breeding ground for microbial bacteria to thrive in. Just the thought that humans, or any biological creature no matter how small or large, were simply hosts to others living creatures, becoming parasites upon parasites, was repulsive. He shivered at the thought of them crawling unseen across his skin, inside him, feeding on him… How could they stand the thought of it, let alone learn to accept it?

His hand slowly made its way down to her breasts, moving from one to the other, lightly caressing her budding nipples. With his other hand he began stroking his cock, still slick with Cherise’s orgasmic fluid. His hand continued its downward journey, across her stomach and over the thick, coarse stubble below her umbilical cord scar that led downward in an elongated triangle to the jutting mound of her pubic bone. Odd, he didn’t remember the Captain having such a significant growth of pubic fur yesterday. It had even started to grow outward, spreading across the top and sides of her thighs. He had to admit the texture alone, not to mention the visual unpleasantness of it all, made him thankful of Cherise’s absence of it.

The Captain moaned, and Alex smiled, detecting a slight rise in her core body temperature when he slipped a finger inside her, he was stimulating her subconscious dreams again through her processor. He withdrew his finger from her moments later, studying her shimmering secretion with machine like precision. The Captain’s vaginal fluid was thick and slippery, much more so than Cherise’s, it had a 53% lower viscosity. He brought it to his nose, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. It was wonderful in some ways, yet inherently unpleasant due to her lack of hygiene. Hers was so much stronger than Cherise’s, overflowed with hormones due to her pregnancy, and pheromones with her awakening arousal. It held everything Cherise’s scent didn’t – life itself.

The Captain moaned again, a mew of growing bliss. She was still dreaming, and Alex suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to have her, now. By his estimate, she would still be under the effects of the Natox for at least another 1.47 hours before waking. He could revive her, but what if she refused? Doing it this way did offer a 100% probability of sexual gratification on his part.

Picking the Captain up, Alex took her to their cabin, laying her gently on the bed. He climbed between her legs, taking one in each hand, lifting them, spreading them. The wet crevice between her thighs invited him onward, splitting wide in a pouting vertical smile, with inner lips connected by glistening strands of clear syrup. Alex gazed down at it thoughtfully, he had never noticed the difference until now. The Captain’s inner labia were much fuller and more elongated than Cherise’s, and slightly discolored near the outer edges. His first thought was that she looked worn and shoddy when compared to Cherise’s small, trim, much neater appearance. It was interesting that he found Cherise’s more desirable to look at, along with the absence of a strong odor, he would ensure that the Captain washed thoroughly before their next time together.

Alex placed his cock against her vaginal opening, parting the tempting slit, running the tip up and down its length until it was slick and well lubricated. He would be careful with her, remembering what had happened earlier with the Owner, by his estimates he was nearly a third longer and thicker than the Owner and he had torn her. The vaginal opening and canal in general were both capable of, if not designed for pliancy, but it required time and patience to bring it to its maximum potential of pleasurable sensation. Alex had no doubt that she would surely come to enjoy the increase in size, but she would have to be gradually conditioned to it.

He entered her slowly, closing his eyes, focusing on every stimulus receptor that lay embedded in the head and shaft of his in bio skin covered cock. Heat. A slick, smothering heat began to engulf him. Pleasure… Ecstasy… Self-gratification. Alex went deeper, pushing through her slick, fleshy resistance, she was tight, but in a different sort of way than Cherise. Her outer lips followed his shaft, hugging it, as the inner muscles of pussy clammed tight, gripping at him. Alex opened his eyes, seeing that her head was now turned to the side, mouth slightly agape, and her breathing had increased almost to a soft pant. She could feel him; she was enjoying the sensation just as he had hoped.

Alex leaned forward, gently kneading one of her breasts, while her erect nipple brushed against the underside of his palm. Just above the salmon pink of her splayed vaginal lips, Alex noticed her clitoris had become engorged as well. He began stroking it with his thumb, applying a slight amount of pressure to it with every pass. The Captain’s body twitched beneath him when doing so, gripping his cock tighter. It was real, and exchange of honest pleasure on both their parts, but…

It was enjoyable fucking her, yes, but different, almost lacking in a way. He could only thrust with 73% of his length before reaching the end of her canal and after a time the sensation of tightness began to diminish slightly, while she stretched to accommodate him. Her inner folds still followed his shaft, suckling it with soft, slurping sounds, but it was diminishing, nonetheless. What would it be like after an hour, or several days of continual use, let alone a lifetime? Interesting… The one thing that set the Captain and Cherise apart, was the fact that she couldn’t replicate the life he felt and smelled between his legs, the realism of the secretions.

Alex saw her stomach begin to ripple and contract, she was nearing orgasm, and it was because of him! He had wanted to wait until his reservoir was full again, but he would come with her the first time. Using her breasts as leverage, squeezing them, Alex began thrusting harder and faster. When the Captain let out a rippling moan, shuddering, contracting around him, he initiated his own ejaculatory sequence.

A warm spray of her watery ejaculate began to seep from around her taut lips, covering his shaft, leaking down the cleft of her ass to soak the bed. They came as one until his powerful orgasm receded, hers was a series of multiple releases lasting an incredible 28.7 seconds. Could she sense it perhaps, sense that he had finished inside her, making it even more intense? Odd that he felt no different than with Cherise, perhaps even less in some ways, he was expecting something different, something more profound from his first sexual experience with the Captain.

Alex terminated the stimuli to her microprocessor, rising off her. Odd… Why was the signal still active? A glitch perhaps? The signal frequency and her brain waves were nearly identical at the moment, and he had to terminate the signal twice more before the link with her was finally broken. The Captain instantly grew calm, and she rolled over on her side, pulling her legs in close to her chest, with her tail fanning out behind her jutting rear. It was wet from her release, and she immediately began leaking a steady flow of ejaculate from the bulge of her puffy, vaginal cleft. It was also when Alex noticed that the base of her tailbone where her tail grew from appeared swollen and irritated. Apparently lying on her back was not the best position for the Captain to sleep, or have intercourse in. He would have to remember this in the future.

A kiss on the cheek was his final act before leaving the Captain to awaken on her own. Alex thought it to be such a meaningless display of contact between humans, except in a physical sense of pleasure. Many races didn’t engage in the practice at all. The close proximity did allow him to breathe in the scent of her body still flooded with passion, and the strong aroma spoke of her willingness to have sex again. Perhaps it was a way of testing for a perspective mate, to see if their desire was also as strong, a mating ritual that would lead to more intercourse in time?

Alex’s first time with the Captain had been very different than expected, granted she had been asleep, but the physical sensation was still the same. Disappointment in many ways, yes that was it, he felt disappointment at the moment. He had much to think about while making his way to the refresher to clean the hours of sexual residue from his body, especially the Captain’s germ laden and foul smelling odor; he didn’t wish to infect Cherise with her stench. So much to consider in regards to their upcoming relationship…

***

My eyes fluttered open and I stretched, letting out a long stuttering yawn that grew into a high-pitched whine resonating from my fingertips to my toes. I’d been dreaming of Nathan as we made love, and the slick sensation between my thighs meant it had been a good one. When I rolled over, my rump came in contact with a cold wet spot on the bed and my thighs stuck together resisting the movement. That’s when I noticed the lingering ache ending deep between my hips, and I reached back rubbing gingerly at the sore, tender spot centered at the base of my tail. Damn, it hadn’t been a dream.

“Master?”

Maybe he was in the cockpit, I activated the intercom.

“Master, are you there?”

Nothing. He should have answered; he could hear me anywhere in the shuttle, even the shower. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, something was wrong. I instinctively reached for a pistol at my side that I hadn’t carried since becoming a slave. That’s when a vague illusion of life started coming back to me, the battle and the escape into jump space… Alex had disobeyed my orders… I hadn’t seen Nathan in how long? Had all that actually happened? My life was a blur and nothing made sense.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, sliding back on the bed until coming in contact with the mirrored headboard, when a tall, nude woman entered the cabin carrying a tray laden with food.

“Good morning, Captain, I have breakfast for you.”

Who the hell is this, and how did she get on the shuttle? It was… no it couldn’t be, she’d been dead for years.

“Tiff?” I asked hesitantly. No, wait… her eyes, she was a droid. When she took a relaxed seat on the end of the bed, I focused on the small print serial number just above her left hip. She was a pleasure droid.

“Hi, my name’s Cherise,” she smiled innocently in a light, bedroom voice that reeked with latent sensuality. This droid bimbo may look like my old friend Tiff, but she didn’t sound anything like her. “The Owner told me to see to your needs. Are you hungry? Here, I made this for you.”

She offered the tray to me, and my stomach growled in reply.

I don’t trust little Miss fuck-bot; don’t take it. She looks like Tiff for a reason, and...

I wasn’t planning on it.

Yeah, I was hungry, but I didn’t dare reach for the food. I didn’t have a clue as to who she was or what the hell was going on, but I sure as hell was going to find out.

“Where’s Nathan?”

“Nathan? Oh, you mean the Owner!” She giggled in the most annoyingly cute way I’d ever heard, hell, I almost expected to see rainbows and unicorns spewing out of her mouth at any moment. “He’s requested that I don’t use that name when speaking to him. He’s in the cockpit checking on navigational data, or some other such nonsense; you know how men can be at times.”

The tray in her hands went flying when I jumped from the bed, almost stumbling headfirst into the bulkhead, running down the corridor with a muffled thumping on the carpet.

“Master!”

The cockpit hatch was open and I saw his broad, naked shoulders sitting in the pilot’s chair. Something didn’t look right though, and I began to slow. When he stood and faced me, I screamed to a skidding halt, backpedaling, and in the process tripped over my feet, falling on my ass. The man was huge, and naked, and he towered over me. Visions of the past suddenly came flooding back, things I would rather not think about.

“Stay away from me, just stay the fuck away from me! Master!”

“There is no reason to be alarmed, Captain. You are in no danger. Here, let me help you up.”

His attempt at a disarming smile looked wrong, strained or exaggerated when he stepped closer, extending his hand. Then I saw his eyes, it was another pleasure droid.

The cargo bay! Slag his droid ass!

Yes, the cargo bay, there’re weapons there! Thanks for reminding me.

Don’t worry, sister, I’ve got you’re back. Always have, and always will.