Slave World (31 page)

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Note to self; be careful what you wish for, you just might get it. I’ve been with my fair share of women in the past, and in my opinion, they were the true masters of pleasuring a woman orally, that is, until now. I have no idea where Nathan learned his skills from, but I had my own little bird to find at some point, and thank a thousand times over for what she’d taught him. I know it sounds silly, but I actually saw exploding stars while wallowing in a delirium of orgasms that ranged from shuddering dribbles that made me tingle for head to toe, to the explosive release that momentarily took my breath away with euphoric screaming. And to think, that was only the appetizer for me.

We’d been going at it for over two unbelievable hours, non-stop, immersed in a self-made sauna of our lovemaking, while the small environmental unit of the shed hummed loudly in protest to keep up. The whole room reeked of heavenly musk and sweat; Nathan was a machine when he was in the zone, and I oiled his finely tuned gears more times tonight than I could remember. My sexually overloaded mind had gone numb at some point, floating on the breeze, that is, until he coaxed another release from the tight, aching ball in the pit of my stomach. I’d lost control of my body and desires long ago.

I’m not exactly sure when it happened tonight, but I felt myself gradually surrendering to Nathan in ways I’d never imagined possible. I may have had a brief taste of it in the past without realizing it, but now it was a gnawing passion, dark and twisting, until it culminated into a desire to be utterly dominated. Maybe this was another lasting effect of the controller, who knows? One thing I do know is that ever since I had arrived on this world, I’ve been changing: first my body, then my mind and now my desires. Nathan was my Master now, despite what Michael made me call him, and the hell with Cirus; it would be a forced show with both of them and nothing else, but with Nathan it would be real.

He held my hips in his strong hands, taking me from behind on my knees again. I whimpered with each racking convolution, breasts bouncing rapidly below me. I loved the sensation of how they jiggled and shook when I was being fucked, but they were actually getting sore now. This may be the first time in my life, other than breeding day, when I can honestly say I was worn out. Sex with Nathan was going to be a double-edged sword, not that I’m complaining in the least, because I’d never known a man that could read my body so openly. Everything he did from the teasing caress of his hands or fingers to his warm lips that taunted my flesh at various points, played my desires perfectly. All these sensations blurred into a hazy fog, ebbing and flowing chaotically inside me, tormenting me with insane arousal before emerging stronger than before. I just can’t take any more, I can’t!
Oh god, here it comes again.

I buried my face in the sleeping bag screaming, whinnying in pleasure, moving my body to match my untamed mood and thoughts. My aching cunt rippled with contractions, sucking greedily at his relentless thrusting. The powerful release hissed with the sound of sloppy flesh, spraying everywhere. My tail had become completely waterlogged long ago, even though I’d been trying to keep it out of the way.

I looked back over my shoulder panting, lost within myself.

“Pull my hair, Master, pull it hard.”

“What?”

“Pull my fuck handle and call me names. Slap my ass and tell me what a pony slut I am.”

“Are you serious?” His pace began to slow, unsure, frowning back at me.

“Please, Master. My eyes pleaded desperately, but Nathan looked on the verge of shock.
Uh oh, he wasn’t buying into this at all.
If anything he looked disgusted by the prospect.
Dammit, I should have known this wasn’t his sort of thing.

“I’m sorry, Nathan. It’s okay if you don’t want to, I-”

“I just don’t think I can, Margo.” The grip on my damp ponytail grew tighter when Nathan wrapped it around his palm, drawing my head back, hyperextending my neck.
Yes, Nathan, just like that
. He slowly began to pick up the pace again and despite his silence, I noticed a distinct difference in his thrusting: heavy and powerful, selfish in a way that turned me on all the more.

“Yes, Master, I’m your pony whore. Fuck me harder, use me,” I whinnied.

Oh yes, Nathan, yes, just like that. I loved being on my hands and knees before him, in a position of complete and utter surrender. I tightened my aching muscles around his shaft. I wanted him to cum inside me like this, calling me his slut. He pulled harder on my hair, causing me to moan louder.
Breed me, Master, breed me.
I arched my back into a deep bow, opening wider to him. My ravaged cunt was completely bared to receive his glorious seed now. He was getting close.

“Cum inside your pony, Master. I’m a cum whore,
your
cum whore.”

Nathan groaned, burying his cock to the hilt, holding it in place. The sputtering sensation of molten heat pummeled my pussy, and I pushed back against it, tightening around him, swimming blindly in the moment. I loved hearing my Master moan in ecstasy, and see the smile on his face, from the pleasure he found in using me. I started to whinny, and I couldn’t help it.

The Master had finished using me at last, and I lay snuggled against his chest now, cuddled in the comforting strength of his protective embrace amid the cooling wetness of the sleeping bag. I felt so tired and drained that I just wanted to curl up and go to sleep right here, content with the world and my place in it. Nathan had been eerily quiet the entire time, while watching me with an unsettled expression; I could feel it, and I took a labored breath.
Well, let’s get this over with.
It was pretty obvious Nathan wasn’t going to take the first step.

“Did that bother you, love, treating me like that?”

“Yes,” he answered hesitantly. “It’s just you were acting so different at the end.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. You don’t have to do it again, if you don’t want to.”

“Why were you calling me Master? You don’t have to do that with me, Margo.” I rolled over to face him, tenderly brushing his cheek with my hand, putting it all on the line.

“I know, but I wanted to. I…you’re my Master now, Nathan. At least if you want to be. I like making you happy and, I don’t know, I like being your pony slave.”

I’ve never fallen for a man like this before; Nathan was so real, so strong, yet boyishly innocent and gentle in so many contrasting ways. He actually cared for me, and loved me equally in return, where in my mind, I didn’t really deserve it. He made me feel special and needed again after so many years. He made me feel complete.

“This is just so different for me; I’ve fought against something like this my entire life, but I can try. If it makes you happy, I’ll do it for you.” He didn’t sound very convincing.

“Nathan, I want
you
to be happy, don’t you understand that? It’s not about me it’s about you. Why don’t we just sleep on it, huh?” He nodded slowly, face suddenly brightening.

“Damn, I almost forgot. I found a few interesting things out this last week.”

Nice move, Nathan, changing the subject, are we?
Most people would call it a retreat, but to a Marine it was a tactical withdrawal to a more favorable position. I propped my head up with my hand waiting; I was curious as to what information he had come across.

“Well, I did some digging into the computer log for all the pony injections. It seems that Cirus’ has been tampered with.” I sat up a little straighter, listening intently now. “All the stallions receive the counter part of what you and the other mares get; testosterone and steroid 1M. This is of course for the riding and chariot teams primarily. The show ponies get an opposite mix to enhance sexual femininity, and all of you get vitamin and immunity supplements.” Okay, it’s nice to know what I’m getting shot into my body all the time, I think.

“Cirus has been getting his dose at almost three times the normal amount of the other stallions. On top of that, his injection also contains Cedozine.”

“I’ve never heard of it before.” I frowned.

“It’s a sexual enhancement drug. Apparently it’s used on a regular basis by prostitutes, or in the porn industry. I have no idea why he’d be receiving it though.”

That’s odd, but it did explain his crazy behavior. A high level of steroids and testosterone, in addition to a sexual enhancement drug? Damn, he was a raging, drug-filled mess that lived for nothing but sex.

“Only a few people have access to the auto dispenser and the programming to change it: Doc Thomas, Rupert and Michael. It had to be one of them. I just don’t understand the point behind it?

“I also found a few other things during my revamp of the ranch security protocol. Someone has been accessing it and the video security logs. I’m not good enough with computers to figure out much more than that. I had one of the tech people set up most of it for me, and she ran into a wall whenever she tried getting into it deeper; it’s a very sophisticated program, I was told. I did have her put a tracking virus in place so I would get piggyback transmissions of the ranch communication system, and alerts whenever the video log was accessed. Maybe I can figure out what’s going on, and who’s been accessing the video recordings based off of what I’m sent.”

“Has anyone ever done this before, messed around with the pony injections?”

“Not that I know of, but I don’t spend anywhere near as much time as I should watching this sort of thing. I’ve never had a reason to before. Something’s going on and I need to find out what it is, especially if Cirus is involved. He is entirely too close to Donna for something like this to be happening.”

Nathan looked nervous for several heartbeats, as if he had something else of importance to say. In the end he just smiled, with a shrug.

“Guess that’s about it for now. I’ll let you know if anything else interesting pops up. Maybe we can figure this out together?

“I’m going to be in and out of town the next few days on business, so I won’t be around much. Sorry.” I leaned back, snuggling up to the sweaty warmth of his chest again, and his arm went around me.

“That’s okay, love, I’ll be anxiously awaiting your return,” I said lightly, wiggling my rump deeper into his humid groin, with my tail between my legs.

“You’re not the only one,” he chuckled. “Maybe next time I can find a more suitable place for us, other than a dusty, old shed.” His sullen tone was clear as a bell; he wanted to give me so much more than what he was capable of at the moment. Nathan was such a sweetheart.

“I don’t mind,” I said coyly, almost anxiously. “But I do like surprises.” In truth I couldn’t wait to find out what he had planned next.

“It’s about time for you to get back; wake up is in six hours.”

“I know,” I replied softly, remorsefully, stiffly disentangling myself from him. Since I didn’t need to worry about dressing, I decided to help Nathan. It was a bit awkward at first as he stood there watching me, giving assistance every so often.

“You’re serious about this whole Master thing, aren’t you, Margo?” I looked down pretending to make an adjustment to his shirt that really wasn’t needed.

“Yeah, I am, Nathan, at least during times like this when we’re alone.”

“I’ve been around slaves most of my life, and even when I was younger, I didn’t feel comfortable with it.”

“The difference now is that I want to do things like this for you. It makes…it makes me feel good that I can show my love to you in another way. We don’t have to, though.” He lifted my chin, locking me in place with those deep powerful eyes of his. As usual, my body turned into a lump of warm, tingly goo.

“We’ll see, okay? I just need to think things through is all.” I smiled and nodded, and he leaned in kissing me softly.

“Don’t forget this?” He touched a small button on the side of my holographic flower projector, deactivating it, before placing it in my waiting palm. I smiled and pulled his hand to my lips, kissing it tenderly.

“Thank you, I really do like the flowers. It was…well thank you. I’ll think of you whenever I can turn it on.” Nathan was about to open the door, and on an afterthought I stopped him. I just couldn’t contain my curiosity about Donna any longer, or how the story with the slave girl turned out, and this seemed about the safest time as any to ask.

“What did Donna used to do, before her accident?”

His brow rose with a thoughtfully, surprised expression. “She worked corporate security for Burke Industries; I think she did some freelance consulting for a few other big firms, why?”

“Just wondering is all,” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Has she ever, you know, kind of freaked out on you from time to time?”

“What do you mean by ‘freaked out?” he asked bitterly. “She does it all the time, every time she can’t have what she wants, or she has a nightmare in the middle of the night and I get a call because she can’t sleep. Donna’s basically a child now, so of course she does.”

“Well, she took me for a ride a few weeks ago and I don’t know, she started acting really weird. It was almost like she was having flashbacks. Has she ever done that around you before?”

“Really,” Nathan grew ecstatic. “No, I’ve never seen her do that before. That’s good then, right? Maybe she’s getting her memory back; maybe she’s getting better?”