Slave World 2 - The Ties That Bind (6 page)

I knelt gracefully at the foot of the bed, lowering my forehead, and it took some effort on my part to concentrate, silently praying. It was a little something that I’d come up with on my own, what it meant to me to be Nathan’s slave, and what I strove to be at all times. It wasn’t perfect, but nothing ever is when it comes from the heart.

Grant me the ability to understand His wants

Grant me the insight to recognize His needs

Grant me the strength to follow His lead

Grant me the wisdom to accept His rules

Permit me to give myself to Him absolutely

Permit me to always show Him respect

Permit me to gracefully accept His comfort

Permit me to love him unconditionally

Like with any prayer it gave me the focus I needed, cleansing to my soul no different than the shower did to my body. It reminded me exactly of who and what I am: A slave, an instrument of my Master’s will and desire.

It wasn’t long before I stood in the middle of the cabin, inspecting myself to make sure everything was in order. It had taken some practice, but I could finally gear up by myself with only minimal cursing in the process. The pink leather harness, now worn smooth and soft with use, felt euphoric against my skin, while my bridle with head harness fit snuggly on my head. I was already starting to salivate around the bit, and my reins hung down teasingly between my breasts. The only thing missing was the leather arm mittens still lying on the bed; Master would have to put those on. I might be good at this, but unless I grew an extra set of arms out of my back… I took a few tentative steps in my hoofed boots, and a familiar clip clop resonated off the hard wood floor. Just the sound of it made me shake with pent up sexuality. Lastly came my collar and cuffs, they were the same ones I’d worn since arriving on Slave World. Maybe one day Master would grace me with new ones, something personal, and something just from him.

My remote sat on the bed and I eyed it apprehensively, chewing absentmindedly on my bit.

Do it, you know you want to. Stop fucking around, I want to live again!

I finally worked up the nerve to reach for it. Nathan never let me touch the remote when I was by myself… I turned it on, letting out a soft gasp, the pleasure setting wasn’t even active yet and I felt a wash of ecstasy course through my body. My breathing grew deep and rhythmic with the first sensations of euphoric surrender. Just a little bit, Master, for you; I want to suffer until you arrive. Even with the pleasure setting on the lowest level, I could feel my thoughts growing distant, becoming something different, like an object purely for his pleasure and nothing else. Oh how I’ve missed it…I turned the remote up, just a bit.

Yes…so close… just a little more.

I whinnied softly, sensual in a pony sort of way, and a bead of moisture crept lazily down the inside of my left thigh. It had been days since I last felt so helpless, so needy in my desire to serve, to be used. I bumped it up again before setting it back on the bed next to Master’s crop, armband controller, and electronic leash baton, kneeling in the middle of the room. My nipples ached, and the steamy dampness between my thighs continued to spread, dripping shimmering spider webs off my engorged lips. I’m not sure how long I waited like that, but it was maddening. Please, don’t take too long, Master.

Take all the time you want, Nathan, because it only makes me stronger,
a dark voice chuckled evilly inside my head, making me shiver for more reasons than one.
Soon, we won’t be having this discussion any longer, will we, Margo?

***

My mouth was partially open, panting in sharp, erratic breaths, while my body glistened with a fine sheen of sexually induced sweat. I was shaking lightly, and my eyes had taken on a glazed, wild look some time ago. The smell of sex drifting under my nose was thick and desperate. It had been filling the room for the last forty-five minutes, while I suffered in that oh so wonderful place bordering on the brink of restrained release.

Master was suddenly standing before me like a dream, and I whinnied in acknowledgment, crawling closer to him on my belly, pawing at one of his boots like a pitiful creature.

“Margo, what are you doing? How long have you been waiting for me? Is your remote on?”

His voice sounded funny, surprised and maybe even a little angry, and I wondered why. He reached down and grasped my arm, starting to pull me to my feet, and I went limp in submissive resistance; I didn’t deserve to stand in his presence. I was his slave, and my rightful place was at his feet.

“Yes, Master, it’s on, just for you. It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been waiting; I’m always at your disposal.”

I’d gotten good at talking with the bit in my mouth, but it made me drool, a lot. I didn’t mind though; it made me feel so cheap and slutty having my chin and breasts dribbled with saliva. It was a feeling I longed for when I was around Master.

“Fuck me, I’m your pony whore.” I reached for the bulge of his pants, eyeing it like a starved animal. “Slap me, hurt me, fuck my ass and whip me with your crop. I need you Master, please!”

The room was spinning, or was it my head? I felt out of control for some reason and loved it. The lower levels of the pleasure setting had never affected me like this before. As much as I’d wanted to in the past, I’d never asked Master to treat me the way Michael did when I was his slave.

That’s because he can’t, he won’t, the fucking limp-dick.
If he won’t give it to us, then I’ll just take it.

“Margo, stand up! Get a grip on yourself!”

I broke free from his grasp and fell back heavily on my ass, immediately rolling over on my hands and knees, bending over, and spreading my legs for him.

“Take me, Master, please! Do it hard, make it raw, make me hurt for you, make my pussy yours. Use me, dammit!”

What’s wrong with Master? Why isn’t he fucking the shit out of me right now? I was actually growing annoyed with him, if not angry, and I had no idea why.

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye when Master stepped around me, reaching for the remote on the bed. Yes! I began gasping like a wild animal, gyrating my hips and ass like he was already inside me.

“Turn it up, Master. Command me to cum for you! Beat my ass black and blue with your crop; I’ll cum, I promise, you know what a good slut I am!” I was nearly screaming at him now.

I felt something when Master turned the remote off, like an unfamiliar semblance of calm slowly trying to creep back into my frazzled mind, but the pleasure was still there.

“This goddamn thing is going to get locked up from now on, I should have destroyed it months ago. Jesus, Margo, look at yourself, listen to what you’re saying!”

“I’m sorry, Master, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to make you angry… I only wanted…” I lowered my head, unable to look up at him, beginning to cry hysterically.

“I apologize for the intrusion, Mr. Burke, but the Captain’s hormone levels have risen to a dangerously high level over the last hour. Her vital signs are also extremely elevated and her brain activity is now well outside of the norm, signifying possible seizure activity.”

I faintly heard Alex’s voice swirling in the turbulent fog, and I began to shake uncontrollably, before throwing up.

“Nathan…I…what’s happening to me?”

I retched again; my face felt like a thousand pin-pricks of fire were stabbing it, and the pounding in my chest made it hard to breath. Pain began to lance outward from between my breasts, and I slowly sunk to the deck, whimpering. I vaguely felt Nathan scoop me up in his arms like a child.

“Alex, get medical powered up and prepare a sedative!”

“Yes, Mr. Burke. Medical is in standby and ready for the Captain’s arrival.”

The cool, soft padding of the auto doc felt heaven sent beneath me, and I closed my eyes against the lights glaring down from above. Within seconds the numbing sensation of a sedative began to spread throughout my body, along with my increasing grogginess. I was floating and Nathan’s grip on my hand began to fade.

“Will she be alright, what’s her status?”

“Vital signs… to normal, Mr. Burke… conducting a detailed scan.”

Their voices sounded funny, echoing and bouncing around inside my head.

“What about the babies, are they okay?”

Babies? What babies? I didn’t know Nathan could have children. The thought of him waddling around with a swollen belly made me giggle. Nathan could say the strangest things sometimes.

“…adverse reaction with the genetic augmentation to…”

“Is it dangerous? What about…”

“…a significant spike in… a 79.57 percent chance that hardware rejection… possibly be fatal… genetic augmentation, worsening her condition over time due to prolonged rejection illness.”

“I don’t think we have a choice, Alex.”

Nathan and Alex were talking about someone, but I wasn’t sure whom. The world was fading in and out around me.

“…A shift in her brain wave patterns as well…microprocessor combined with the… inevitable rise in psychoneurotic activity developing from the remote stimulator when it’s activated. I’ve noticed…neural pathways and central nervous system, resulting in permanent and irreversible damage due to…may be dangerous, resulting in significant behavioral…”

“You know we can’t do that, the risks would…”

Can’t do what, Nathan? I’m hungry. Why can’t I eat pancakes any longer? I want pancakes.

“Pancakes forever!” I shouted, giggling at the blurred image of Nathan hovered over me. “Nathan? Fuck me so I can have pancakes again. I’m horny, I want to fuck pancakes and maybe some eggs or juice.”

I couldn’t stop laughing from the image of a large pancake smeared in butter, standing over me with its cock hanging out.

“…Unexplained spike in…again, Mr. Burke. It would appear the Captain…progressively worsening case of… increased levels may affect the fetuses in unforeseen ways… under control quickly.”

“… it, Alex. Everything will be okay, Margo, just relax.”

Of course, everything will be okay, why wouldn’t it be? I get to fuck a pancake later then eat it.

The room was dark and quiet, incredibly quiet, so much so that I thought I might have lost my hearing, until I heard Nathan grumble something, rolling over on his side. In my delirium of half-sleep I gave a content sigh, snuggling deeper into the bed and my butt wiggled closer until coming in contact with his back. I had to feel him against me while I slept, and I don’t know, maybe I’m weird in the sense that it just makes me feel safer, like I’m not alone.

You’re not alone, Margo; you’ll always have me with you. Partners may come and go, we’ve seen that ever since Daddy died, but we’ll always have each other.

Yes, I know, but it’s been so long since…

You needed me again today when we thought we were being attacked, didn’t you? You listened to me and turned on the remote, and look how we enjoyed ourselves until he turned it off.

Yes, but you shouldn’t have turned it on in the first place. Only Master is supposed to do that. It was bad of us, naughty, and…

You wanted it just as much as I did, and you know it.

Maybe, but…

I lay quiet and unmoving for several moments, gathering my thoughts, just listening to Nathan breathe. I couldn’t remember going to bed; as a matter of fact I couldn’t remember anything except waiting for him after gearing up. Damn, it must have been good this time, I think he screwed me senseless. The longer I lay there thinking, the more it became apparent that something wasn’t right; the familiar sensation of after-sex was missing, and I felt ‘clean’. I should be laying a damp bed, drenched with the lingering scent of sex, and I don’t remember taking a shower. Why am I so hungry? I’d been dreaming of food, and I never do that. What about Nathan’s recent augmentation? I couldn’t remember how big he was, and I think I would have remembered something like that. I always had been the curious sort and he’d been teasing me with little hints here and there for the last couple of days. And one more thing, why am I still so horny? It’s like the motor between my legs is stuck on full throttle and won’t shut off.

Yes it is, just like the good old days, so let me be naughty just this once. He might just like it, and you’ll be the one he’ll thank for it.

Okay, just this once, but after that…

I slowly reached across Nathan’s hip, inching closer to his groin, trying not to wake him. My pulse began to race and in my growing excitement I spread my legs, slowly fingering myself.

“There we go,” I grinned, licking my lips when my fingers played lightly across his cock. It’s impossible to mistake the feel – soft and supple, yet with a pneumatic firmness that hinted at what could be.

“Wow…”

I carefully took it in my palm, giving his shaft a tentative squeeze. Nice and thick, plump was a better way of describing it, and he felt a few inches longer. Oh man, I have to wake this monster up and get some more.

I cautiously worked my way under the covers trying to roll Nathan over on his back. It was an odd feeling for me to take the lead and be so aggressive in bed after so long, but I needed it, now. Thankfully his body complied with my desires, because his smell alone, just inches away was… I convulsed with an internal shiver and stifled a euphoric squeak, as the dampness between my legs increased dramatically. I just came. I’d never done that before, at least without the remote being on.