Slave World 2 - The Ties That Bind (43 page)

“You brought that on yourself, Pony. Settle the hell down and it won’t happen again.”

“When I get free,” she gasped, glaring up at him. “I’m going to rip your head off, and shit down your neck.”

“No you won’t, because then you’re stuck here until the next ship arrives and that could be a very long time. You need me as much as I need you, so like you said before, let’s just cut the crap and get down to the business at hand.”

In an act of faith or foolishness, Mark took a few steps back, releasing the lock setting on her wrist cuffs and turned off the leash. His finger hovered ready over the shock setting of the collar, while keeping the focus of his flash light just below her face.

“So are you ready to be civil about this, or do we need to go back to the way things were?”

Pony 18 slowly came to her feet, never once breaking eye contact. She kept her distance, but began pacing back and forth in a slow, steady tempo, as if contemplating her choices. She stopped suddenly cocking her head to the side, sniffing the wind, and her ears twitched.

“There’s water nearby. I’m thirsty and need to get cleaned up. Follow me and we’ll talk.”

Taken aback by her sudden change in demeanor, and slightly at a loss at the radical change of topics, Mark really couldn’t think of anything else to do except follow behind her at a safe distance.

They walked in silence for nearly a mile, and it gave Mark a chance to do some thinking of his own. He still couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew Pony 18, but that was impossible, there’s no forgetting a woman like that. He hadn’t missed her initial reaction to hearing his name either. The look in her eyes had said it all, she knew him, or thought she did at least. There was nothing about tonight turning out the way he’d envisioned it.

The terrain gradually became rougher, while growing thick with native trees that glowed eerily in the darkness. Lost in thought, Mark was jerked back to reality by the sound of running water, it was more scenic in a roundabout way, but they weren’t far from his ship. He watched Pony 18 disappear among the heavy ground cover and descend a steep slope, followed by the sound of clattering rocks. In a moment of panic he thought he might lose her. Pony 18 seemed to be growing more confident in her movements, stealthy even, despite the absence of light. The thought that she had feigned night blindness earlier crossed his mind.

He quickly pushed his way through the vegetation in pursuit, and nearly went headfirst over the embankment before catching his fall on a nearby tree root, sliding the remaining ten feet down the slope on his ass. Annoyance and muttered curses faded under his breath when he stood and stared about at the tranquility of resonant moonbeams glittering off a gently flowing stream fed from a small pound. Pony 18 was at the apex of this waking dream, nimbly picking her way across the rocky bank where she knelt at the water’s edge, lowering her face to drink.

Mark’s gaze was glued to her shamelessly presented backside, now sticking high in the air, revealing so much more. Her raw, untamed nature was like a dream come true. Now if all women could be like this… It had to be his desire taking root, or simply wishful thinking, but it seemed as if her pouting slit glistened back at him as if she was already highly aroused, beckoning him closer.

When Pony 18 finally drank her fill, she stood with the grace of a ballerina, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, but somehow I knew. You’ve changed a lot over the last year, Mark. A body, your own ship…. All in all, I’d say you’ve done pretty well for yourself. In other ways you haven’t changed in the least. You’re still a pervert.” Pony 18 strode slowly into the dark, obsidian cold water, sinking down to neck level. “So tell me whose dick you had to suck to keep the ship. Was it Quinn? You’re working as a slaver for him and his Cartel now, aren’t you? Somehow you always struck me as the type of slime that would come out on top in a shitty situation.”

“Who are you,” Mark asked so softly that it was more of a spoken thought than an actual question directed at her. He took a few tentative steps closer to the water’s edge, cautiously on guard. “There is no way you can know that. I’d remember you if we’d met.”

“Oh we’ve met,” Pony 18 laughed sarcastically, turning to face him while continuing to wash beneath the surface of the water. “And you’re not the only one whose changed for the better.”

“Enough playing around! Tell me who you are.”

Pony 18 stood suddenly and Mark’s hand drifted to his pistol. Her look of cold determination was carried forward under a leisurely gait, and the water cascading off her lithe physique gave her the appearance of a vengeful angel rising from the depths. Mark retreated before her but he couldn’t bring himself to use the collar on her again, let alone shoot her. He finally found his resolve and stood his ground, standing up straighter, puffing out his chest in a display of male bravado.

“That’s close enough, or I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” She ignored his hollow threat, coming to a halt close enough that her hardened nipples grazed the front of his jacket. Her eyes fearlessly met his. “Kill me? Beat me? Sell me into slavery? Rape me,” she ended in a teasing sigh of scorn. “There’s nothing you can do to me that hasn’t been done before.”

Mark stood frozen while his mind raced. It was a rare instance that he felt the flicker of intimidation, but there was something about this horsewoman… Something in her unblinking stare and the heavenly tone of her voice that was as enthralling as it was unsettling. It was like standing at the edge of a bottomless pit, staring into a void of pleasurable death.

She moved closer, sliding along his body, moving behind him. Mark shivered and he grew hard when her wet hand touched his cheek in a lingering caress.

“I’ve had everything taken from me.” Her warm breath teased his ear, and Mark closed his eyes in a startling combination of fear and excitement, as her water-chilled breasts pressed against his back. One of her hands moved closer to his waist, and the clatter of his gear-laden pistol belt landed among the rocks. “But all that’s behind me now. I was reborn in mind, body, and spirit as a pony goddess. I am the phoenix of the future, rising from the ashes of the past. I know exactly who and what I am for the first time in my life.”

Mark wasn’t sure how he’d been lulled into a dream-like state by the sound of her voice, or how his cock ended up in her hand, but he groaned, not caring one way or the other when she began slowly stroking its swollen shaft.

“I was hoping you’d be fully functional, because if you and I are partners again, you’ll be doing a hell of a lot more than just watching me pee.”

Mark’s eyes snapped open in a blinding flash of recognition.

“Margo, it is you! I thought maybe it was, but—”

“Shhhh,” she cooed seductively in his ear, drifting about his body like a heavenly fragrance, silencing him with a light, sensual kiss. She looked up at him with an alluring gaze, while rubbing the tip of his cock against the hard bulge of her belly. “First things first, I have questions and you’re going to answer them. Sit with me by the water and tell me everything, and maybe later…”

Her voice trailed off with a teasing grin, and she took his hand pulling him gently behind her towards the water’s edge. Mark felt himself slipping away as he followed numbly behind her, immersed in her sexuality, as a year long search, and a distant dream, finally came to an end.

Coming in 2015

Slave World

Stranglehold

James stopped dead in his tracks, turning to Burke with an expression of utter shock.

“Do you have any idea what you’re asking me to do? I don’t even want to think about the ethical implications, but this is the kind of stuff that they toss you in a cell for and throw away the key.”

“Don’t you think I know that? You give me a viable alternative and we’ll discuss it.” Burke angrily pointed back down the hallway to the medical bay. “That is not Margo, and it never will be again. My daughters deserve better than that, I deserve better than that! You’ve seen what she’s like, she’s become an extremely violent, raving lunatic. She isn’t even human any longer.”

“But damn… You’re talking about playing God!”

“If I get the equipment, can you do it or not?”

“Yes… maybe, look I don’t know! Selective memory taping and implantation into an unauthorized shake and bake clone… There’s a reason why this kind of thing is a specialized field and done by professionals with a hell of a lot more smarts than I have. Assuming she has normal brain development, I might turn her into a drooling vegetable or worse, after the transfer.”

Burke took a long breath, continuing to walk down the hallway in a slow, sauntering pace.

“You have to do this for me, Jimmy. I can’t take her to a licensed firm, besides the fact that she’s gone criminally insane and wants to kill me, she’s also technically listed as an escaped slave and attempted murderer.”

“I realize that, but—”

“No, I don’t think you do. I want Margo back, the real Margo, and I’m willing to do anything humanly possible to make that happen. You read me on this? This is a done deal, the incubations chamber arrives tomorrow. It will take a month for her new body to be grown so that gives you thirty days, more or less, to bone up on this. She can’t remember anything from the last year and a half after she wakes up. Do you understand? None of the slave training or pony modification, none of it, not even me. If she does we’re right back where we started.”

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