Chained (Brides of the Kindred) (31 page)

Chapter Twenty-seven

The junket ship was what Kor called an
Alpha-one style cruiser. It was an enormous beast of a vessel with plenty of
docking platforms along its sides where the various passengers could leave
their individual space ships during the trip to the Dragon’s Mouth.

Maggie had asked why they couldn’t just
stay in their ship but Kor had explained that participation in the onboard
community was mandatory. They had to look and act just like everyone else if
they wanted to get to the elusive cluster of asteroids. Also, talking to the
other masters was the best way to find out about her implant. Kor intended to
ask “advice” from several of the other men aboard, hoping they would point him
in the right direction. Apparently each individual implant cultivator had his
own personal style—Kor was hoping that someone on board would recognize
Maggie’s and tell them where to find its maker.

She felt ready to go and more than ready
to get rid of the implant, but she couldn’t help the uncomfortable feeling she
got from walking around in the leather bustier and panties, showing off her
nipples and pussy to anyone who cared to look.

Kor didn't like her overexposure either,
though he considered it a necessity. He had promised to keep her covered as
much as possible. Over his own outfit of black leather pants and a plain red
shirt, he was wearing his black cloak and mask again as a precaution. He told
Maggie he intended to take them off once he had ascertained that none of the
men aboard the junket were a threat to him.

As they walked along the docking bubble
leading to the ship, Kor kept an arm around her shoulders, the long edge of his
cloak shielding her from prying eyes. It made Maggie feel more secure and had
the added benefit of letting him stroke her breasts without anyone seeing. God,
she just hoped she could keep the implant under control while they were on this
trip—
privately.
She really didn’t want everyone else in the ship watch
as Kor fondled and stroked her almost every minute of the day to keep her
desires in check.

“Good day, Master,” someone said, interrupting
her worries.

Maggie looked up and saw a large, muscular
man with blue skin and silver eyes. He was wearing a red and gold uniform that
unfortunately clashed badly with his skin tones.

“Good day.” As it had when he’d come to
get her, Kor’s mask distorted his voice. It made Maggie feel a little like she
was being personally escorted by Darth Vader.

“I’m Rosh. I’ll be your security detail
and entertainment officer while you’re aboard our fine ship, The Pleasure
Bilge. Could you please state your name and business in the Dragon’s Mouth.”

Maggie couldn’t help thinking that Rosh
looked more like a drill sergeant than a cruise director but she kept her
opinions to herself. Kor had told her more than once that the men who visited
the Dragon’s Mouth thought women should be seen and not heard.

“I am Kor and this is my slave whose name
is of no consequence,” Kor said. “I bought her at the Flesh Bazaar not even a
single solar week ago and already her damn implant is malfunctioning. I’m going
to the Dragon’s Mouth to track down its creator and see if he can fix it.”

“I see. Very well.” Rosh nodded. “That is
all in order. You may board the ship as soon as you and your slave have passed
inspection.”

“Inspection? What kind of inspection?”
Maggie asked, forgetting she wasn’t supposed to talk.

Rosh frowned. “A very forward slave. I can
see why you need her implant fixed.”

“I second her question though—what kind of
inspection?” Kor demanded.

“Why, a simply visual check and pat-down
to be certain neither of you is carrying weapons of mass destruction on your
person. There are certain…
factions
that believe our way of life in the
Dragon’s Mouth is somehow wrong or reprehensible. These zealots have taken to
trying to posing as passengers and attempting to destroy our more crowded
junkets—of which this will be one.” Rosh shrugged. “So you can see, this is a
necessary precaution taken for your own safety. I’m sure you can understand.”

Maggie could feel the low, rumbling growl
coming from Kor’s broad chest.

“And I’m sure
you
can understand
that no one but me
touches
my slave,” he rumbled. “You can look at her—I
don’t like it but I’ll allow it. Touch her, though, and you’ll lose your
fucking hand—I promise you that.”

Rosh frowned and his blue skin seemed to
go pale. “I assure you, Master Kor, no one here will in any way touch or molest
your slave. But we have to verify that no weapons are hidden on her person.
We—”

“Here.” Maggie didn’t know where she got
the courage to do it, but she stepped out from the shelter of Kor’s long black
cloak and stood in front of the blue-skinned guard with her arms spread wide.
“Look at this getup,” she said, turning slowly around. “Do I
look
like I
could hide anything at all in here—let alone a weapon of mass destruction?”

“Ah…” Rosh’s silver eyes took her in and
Maggie felt her cheeks heat in a blush. She knew what he would be seeing—her
nipples were pink and tight from Kor’s constant stimulation and her pussy was
swollen and wet for the same reason. The old Maggie would have tried to slink
away to avoid attracting attention to her nearly naked body. But something had
changed inside her recently. Was it the effect of the implant…or the things
she’d been doing with Kor? Maggie didn’t know, she only knew she somehow had
the courage to stand her ground while the alien guard looked her over.

“Well?” she asked again, impatiently.

“No, you…you don’t seem to be, ah,
carrying anything illegal,” Rosh said at last, his eyes glued to her breasts.

“Good, then you can stop ogling my slave
and check me over instead,” Kor growled. Taking off his cape, he swept it
around Maggie’s neck, covering her from the prying eyes of the guard. Then he
stepped forward and took off his mask. “Well?”

“I’m glad that’s over,” Maggie said under
her breath as they finally passed through the final connecting door that led
inside the huge junket ship. “I thought they’d never let us pass.”

“Told you they were extra careful around
here. They must have had more attacks lately,” Kor murmured as they walked down
the long, dim, metal hallway.

“What factions is he talking about? Who’s
been attacking them?”

“Mostly female empowerment groups. There
are plenty of people—myself included—that don’t think a female should be bought
and sold like property.”

“You must have seen it all your life as a
slave,” Maggie murmured.

Kor grunted assent. “I
experienced
it
too. That’s one of the reasons I think it’s wrong. But I was lucky in a way—I
was just bought and sold. These females—some of them have had extreme body
modifications in order to make their masters happier.”

Maggie frowned. “Body modification? You
mean like plastic surgery—getting bigger boobs and things like that?”

Kor looked grim. “That barely scratches
the surface. Some of the things you’re going to see here are pretty
disturbing—just want you to be prepared.”

“I’m prepared,” Maggie said confidently.
“After all, how much worse could it get than this horrible implant I’ve got?”

“A hell of a lot worse. You’ll see.” Kor
stopped in front of a large pair of golden doors. “Okay, here’s the entrance to
the main salon. We’re going to be spending a large chunk of our time here so
try to blend in.”

“Yes, Master.” Maggie dropped her eyes
demurely.

Kor gave a short, sharp laugh. “Very
funny, blondie. Let’s just see if you can keep it up. I’m afraid you’ll have to
give me back my cloak now—it’ll look strange to have a covered slave—like I
have something to hide.”

“Oh, of course.” Maggie handed back the
cloak, trying not to feel naked as she did so.

“Thanks. And sorry, sweetheart,” Kor said
apologetically. He waved the pass orb—a small round object that looked like a
silver marble on a chain—in front of the golden doors and they slid silently
open.

Inside was a huge room the size of a
football stadium with wide glass blocks for walls. It was filled with Masters and
slaves and reminded Maggie somewhat of the banquet hall area of the
Lo’thian
spa except that the rules of dominance were most definitely reversed.

As they stepped into the room, she was
glad to see that Kor had been right—she
wasn’t
the only scantily clad
female slave in sight. In fact, many of the girls she saw had on a whole lot
less than she did—just a few strategically placed ribbons or patches—and some
were even completely naked except for the elaborate slave collars they wore
around their necks.

At least I’m not the
only one showing off her assets,
Maggie thought, surveying the room.
At least…

But the thought died as she caught sight
of something which should have been impossible.

“What…what is she…?” Maggie squinted into
the crowd and saw the woman again—the woman who looked completely ordinary
except for her three huge breasts.

“Oh, that?” Kor said in a low voice as
they made their way into the crowd. “That’s a slave whose master obviously
loves breasts. One guess what
this
one’s master likes.”

He pointed at another girl who seemed to
have something wrong with her mouth. It was a vertical slit instead of being
horizontal and—

“Oh my God!” Maggie whispered as the
strange sight finally made sense. “She’s got a…a
vagina
for a mouth! But
how does she talk?”

“I think the real question is, how can she
eat that way?” Kor returned, his voice a low, disgusted growl.

“A question easily answered if you are
truly interested.” The high pitched, fruity voice came from Maggie’s right and
startled her so much she jumped.

“Oh, uh…” she began nervously, forgetting
the speaker, who appeared to be a short balding man dressed in a pale blue
toga-like garment, wasn’t talking to her.

“She eats with the use of a feeding tube,”
the man in the toga continued. “It’s not too much trouble to place, really and
it keeps her nice and slender.” He pinched his slave’s bare buttocks and she
jumped and glared at him but said nothing. The man chuckled. “Which leads me to
the other question I think I heard—how does she talk? The answer is obvious—she
doesn’t. I’m sure you’ll agree she’s the best sort of slave—one who’s always
ready to fuck and never complains about it!” Throwing back his head, he
laughed, a high pitched, annoying sound that put Maggie’s nerves on edge.

“That's uh, amazing,” Kor muttered,
looking like he might be sick. “Where, uh, where did you get her modifications
done?”

“Oh, on Genturous, of course—it’s the best
part of the Dragon’s Mouth for modifications. Just as Hargous is the best
asteroid to get implants done on.” He raised an eyebrow at Kor. “I assume
that’s where you got your slave’s implant done?”

“Not really sure,” Kor admitted, frowning.
“I bought her at the Flesh Bazaar and she came with the implant but it’s not
working right. I’m hoping to find whoever developed it so he can set it
straight.”

“Ah. A wise course.” The other man nodded.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s wrong with it? I’ve had several slaves
with implants so maybe I can help you trouble shoot it.”

“She’s…too mouthy. Speaks out of turn.” Kor
frowned. “Among other things.”

“A great pity.” The other master shrugged.
“But if I may offer some advice—fixing the implant is not the only way to make
her more docile. In the center of the room, next to the bar, are several
hitching posts where you can tie up a slave if she displeases you. There you
will also find various implements of punishment so you can beat the evil out of
her if you need to.”

“Kor cleared his throat. “I’ll have to go
see that for myself but I’m not a big believer in corporal punishment—that’s
why I wanted the implant in the first place, to make such measures unnecessary.”

The master frowned. “No corporal
punishment? You’re a strange one.”

Says the man who
modified his slave to have a vagina for a mouth.
Maggie glared at him.

Kor shrugged. “It is the way of my
people.”

“Well if you don’t wish to beat her,
perhaps a little humiliation might do the trick? There are also areas where you
can have your slave fellate you publicly, to the interest and amusement of all.
I find the threat of a public blow job does wonders when discipline is called
for and I’m too tired to wield the whip.”

“A worthy suggestion,” Kor said neutrally,
though Maggie could tell he was both disgusted and angered by the man’s advice.
“I think I’ll go look at the bar later—as soon as I find my room.”

“Good luck with that,” the other master
said with a sigh. “I went to look for my own room as soon as I came an hour
ago. But it’s no use—they’re having technical difficulties and the blocks are
all backed up.”