11 – A Little Fun and Games
The flight to Kronos took only three days. Well, the stars are farther apart out here on the rim, you know. In near the center of the galaxy you can hop from star to star in an hour or so, but out here it takes longer.
I waited exactly two hours before going down to untie the redhead. She was still in her cell, her arms still bound behind her back and that harness gag still buckled tightly around her head. But she had managed to rub or wiggle the ropes off her knees.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” I told her through the bars. The eyes that looked back at me again spoke of hate and rebellion. I placed a finger on the touchpad and the door clicked then opened an inch. I noticed that she watched what I had done carefully. Not that it would do her any good, the touchpad was keyed to open only for Captain Eddie or myself.
“The easy way is you let me untie your arms and lock handcuffs on you without any argument or fight.” I opened the door to stand there, blocking the entrance. “The hard way is I whip you until the pain makes you docile. Then I handcuff you. Which will it be?”
You know, it’s a good thing I have good reflexes. The bare foot kick was aimed straight at my groin. Instead it hit my thigh as I moved to one side. And there was enough force behind it so that I would have lost interest in sex for a long time if it had connected where she wanted it to.
I backed up a step. The small whip used by Captain Eddie was hanging on the peg in easy reach. She watched with the eyes of a trapped but still dangerous animal my movements as I picked it up. “You want it the hard way?” I asked.
Then the thought dawned on me. “Do you understand me?” I asked. The eyes continued to glare behind the leather straps that passed up from each side of her nose to meet at the top and then go down to the buckles in back. “Can you speak Basic?” No answer.
I frowned at this new development. How do you order a slavegirl who can’t speak your language? I decided to test her. Letting the whip hang loosely at my side, I told her casually and with a smile on my face, “I’m going to kill you.” No reaction. “I’m going to cut off your arms and legs, then throw the parts out the airlock.” No reaction.
“Why would you do that?” came Eddie’s voice from behind me.
“Damn it, stop sneaking up on me!” I snapped angrily. “And I’m not going to do that. I was just testing to see if she could understand Basic. She didn’t even blink. She can’t understand us.”
Eddie came over to the side of the cell and looked at the redhead. “The language of the whip is universal,” she told both of us. Taking the whip from my hand, she waved it in front of the naked woman. “Whip,” she said. Then, pointing to herself, “Captain.” “Master” as she pointed to me. From the look in her eyes, I believed that the girl was intelligent and was understanding the language lesson.
“Stand,” she commanded then made an upward gesture with both hands. The girl paused then nodded once. She rose from the sitting position on the hard bench. I hoped Eddie know what she was doing because the look in those green eyes was the same one I saw just before she tried to unman me with a kick.
I moved aside and Eddie entered the doorway of the small cell. I expected to see the bare foot sweep upward any second but the slavegirl hesitated. I think she was more scared of Eddie than she was of me. Eddie reached out and grasped one nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed and pulled downward. The girl gasped and sank down to her knees. Then Eddie loudly stated, “Kneel!” Another new word for her vocabulary.
In short order the new slavegirl learned “stand”, “sit”, “kneel”, “whip”, “come”, “stay”, “turn around”, and “you’re gonna get your ass whipped,” the latter illustrated with a couple choice strokes across the bare bottom. Communication established, Eddie than proceeded to hand me the whip and turn the redhead around. The knots were tight but her fingernails worked at them and soon enough the ropes were peeling from the girl’s arms. I heard a gasp as the ropes came off and from my position to one side could see tears glistening on her cheeks. Apparently the ordeal of being bound for hours in the box and then a couple more in this cell had been rough on the girl. Her elbows apparently didn’t come together behind her as easily as Michelle’s, and being bound like that for a long time had been really painful. Her hands and forearms had looked rather dark. Added to that was the return of circulation when the ropes came off, both pain and “pins and needles”, a thing which I later found out can be painful for a girl.
She offered no resistance as Eddie gathered her arms together and locked the wrists in shining steel. I would have normally put on leg-irons as I had done with Michelle and the Wolfhome girls, but Eddie reached for another pair of handcuffs. And I had to agree, locking that girl’s feet close to each other was safer, especially if you’re a man.
Turning her around, Eddie began unbuckling the straps of the gag harness. I noted that the girl may have had tears slowly trickling down her cheeks, but she wasn’t crying. The pretty face that was revealed when the straps came off was still defiant and proud.
“Sit,” commanded Eddie. I had the feeling that this woman was about to spit in Eddie’s eye but the whip in my hand stopped her. She was rebellious and wild but not stupid. She sat down on the hard wood bench and glared at us.
Eddie came out and closed the door. Resting one hand on a bar, she studied our captive. “What is your name?” she asked. The young woman did not respond. “Name?” Eddie pursed her lips, then pointed to herself again, “Captain.” Then she pointed to the girl and lifted an eyebrow in question. The girl said nothing even though I had the impression that she understood.
Finally Eddie gave up. “In some cultures, it is believed that if a person knows your name, that person has some power over you,” she said. “Many cultures will give a person a public name but also a private name to be used only with their family or within a small segment of the society. Warrior races often had a secret name. And it would be disastrous for an enemy to find out that name.”
That fit with what little I knew of comparative sociology. “So, what do you want to call her?” Eddie asked me.
I started to say “Slave number five,” but thought better of it. Too long, for one thing. “We can call her Red for the red hair,” I suggested.
“Good as anything else,” Eddie commented.
I though she was about to leave but was wrong. “You did say something about punishing her for trying to kick you earlier, did you not?” she asked me.
I sheepishly admitted that I had. And the idea of punishing this naked beauty was rather exciting right then. “Hang her upside down and lash every square inch of her skin?”
“Adjustor, you’re stupid. Trying to kick your balls doesn’t rate that severe a punishment. More like a slap on the wrist.” She grinned as she said it.
“You wouldn’t say that if you were a man,” I countered. “But, okay, how about a few strokes with the whip across her ass?”
Eddie opened the cell door. “Stand,” she ordered. “Turn around.” Then she pushed the girl half over and taught her the meaning of “bend over.” Once the slave was positioned with the rather nice rump sticking up, she stepped aside and waved a hand in invitation.
I may consider myself a gentlemen, but when someone offers me a bare bottom to whip, I’m as human and depraved as the next guy. Deep down inside each man there is a desire to cause pain to a woman. Perhaps there is something sexual about it, perhaps something else. But it is very real. A thrill tingled up and down my spine as I positioned myself behind the redhead. And when the whip struck her I actually saw the flesh absorb the impact, changing shape for a moment under the force of the blow, then bouncing back. And the jerk of that naked body and the gasp of pain were very exciting.
“Bend over,” I commanded to get her back into position. I could see the battle raging inside her, the conflict between rebellion and the fear of more pain. Fear won. She bend forward until her head was almost touching the wall. I lashed out and a second red streak paralleled the first.
I slashed into her bottom six times. Then I put the whip back on the peg and closed the door. Red looked up at me from her bend forward position with tears in her eyes but also a lot of hate. I was breathing heavy and could feel my heart beating fast. This was heady stuff!
Eddie left as soon as the whipping was over. A few minutes later I felt the slight quiver of the ship that told of the inertial fields being turned on. A few seconds later we lifted from the pad and were airborne, soon to be free of Wahoo’s atmosphere and into clean space where the jump engines could transport us light-years in minutes.
I found myself reluctant to leave the cabin where our two new slaves were quartered. Red was back on her bench seat, defiantly sitting on the very bottom I had just marked up and ignoring the pain that must have caused. Michelle was standing pressed against the bars. I had forgotten that she was there.
“You won’t give us any trouble, will you?” I asked.
“Of course not, Master,” Michelle replied. “It would serve no purpose to get myself punished. I saw what you did to that other slave.”
I walked over to her cell. She was leaning against the bars, each breast between two of the steel bars so that most of the globe was actually outside of the cell. She didn’t back up when I came within reach. “Did you know Red back on Wahoo?” I asked.
“I saw her once or twice. She came in only a couple days ago. I never heard her say a word.”
“Did they whip you there?” I asked.
“You don’t sound like a slaver,” she replied.
“I’m a beginner. Did they whip you?”
She continued, “Yes, they did whip us. Once when we first arrived, sort of a lesson that they could cause us pain. And then for any sign of rebellion or resistance. Some of the wild ones were whipped almost every day.”
“But not you?”
“I saw no use for rebellion or disobedience.”
“Sensible.”
“Logical,” she said.
“You don’t sound like a slavegirl, what were you? I mean, back on your home world?”
“I was a college professor. I taught Classical Literature.”
“And still you got caught by slavers?”
“They landed next to the college and took fifty or sixty girls in less than fifteen minutes. I was unfortunate enough to be caught in their stun beams.”
I looked at her, at those lovely, violet eyes, and then down at the fine pair of breasts sticking through the bars. I fingered the touchpad and the door clicked open. Then I knelt down and took off the leg-irons from her feet.
“It might be better if you were to tie my wrists behind me instead of leaving the handcuffs on,” she told me.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you’re obviously going to take me to your cabin and perform sexual intercourse on me. And it would be more comfortable for me to lay on my back if my wrists are bound with rope rather then the steel cuffs.”
“Logical,” I agreed sarcastically. But I did change her restraints from handcuffs to rope, tying the wrists in a crossed position behind her back. Then, just to let her know who was boss, I swatted her bottom with my bare hand. The slap sounded delightfully loud and was satisfying. Then I took her arm and led her to my cabin.
Without being told to, Michelle went straight to the bunk and positioned herself on it, laying on the bound arms and spreading her legs slightly. Then she closed her eyes.
I was horny, I’ll admit that. Something to do with whipping a girl’s bare butt does that to a man. And this girl was very pleasing, and certainly obliging enough. But somehow I had expected less cooperation.
“You act like you want me to screw you,” I told her. “Do you?”
“No. I would rather you didn’t.”
“Then why cooperate so?”
“I’m just making it easier for both of us. If I fought you, you’d just whip me until I couldn’t stand the pain any more. And then you’d have your way with me anyway.”
I couldn’t argue with the logic. But still something was missing. I had been with a number of women in my life and knew that some of them simply lay there during intercourse like a lifeless doll. And that, my friends, is a big turn off. Yet, that was what looked like was going to happen then and there. I like a girl to react, to show some life before and during sex.
Then I remembered how very much alive Red had been while her bottom was being whipped. Her eyes glowed with intense life, I remembered, and that had been exciting for me. I went back to their cell and fetched an extra length of rope. Back in my cabin Michelle was still laying on the bunk. I grabbed one leg and pulled it wide to the edge of the bunk. There I tied it to the railing. I repeated the process with the other ankle so that her legs were now spread pretty wide. It was a nice scene. Her private parts were certainly on display, and her laying on her bound hands lifted her bottom enough to make the plumpness of her mound stand out. Unlike Red or the Wolfhome girls, her pubic patch was thin and seemed even more so because of the light blonde color of the hair.
From a drawer I brought out the nipple clamps I had purchased on Wahoo. Setting them beside her, I began teasing and stroking her breasts and nipples until they responded by becoming stiff. Then I put on one of the clamps.
I saw her eyes widen as she observed the metal clamp descending over her rigid flesh. I screwed down the small shaft and the movable bar closed upon the nipple, pinning it between itself and the stationary bar. A couple more turns brought a moan from Michelle. Then I placed the other clamp over her other nipple and screwed down tight.
There was real pain from those clamps. The bars were cut to a Vee shape where they came together so the metal would dig into the flesh. The end of each nipple was sticking out the front and looked rather squashed just behind that. I tightened down the first one again. Michelle became more animated as the pain increased. I toyed with her body, teased the nipples where they stuck through the metal clamps, toyed with her pussy, and generally did my best to excite her female body. Eventually I reach a point where I could feel juices in the right place and heavy breathing that made the clamps lift and fall rapidly. Then I practically ripped off my clothes and climbed up on the bunk. And I remember her exact words as all this went on.
“Those things really hurt, you know,” she said. “Do you have to put them on? I’ve been a good slavegirl and done everything you told me. Oh, damn! Those things hurt! Please don’t touch me there. Oh, pleaaasssseeee don’t. That’s… That’s… Oh, don’t tighten that damned thing! It hurt so much already that I can’t stand it.” She was breathing heavily.
“Ohhhhh! Don’t touch me there… Please. I’m… Ohhh! That hurts!” She was panting and twisting her shoulders as if to try and shake off the clamps. “Oooohhhh! Gosh! Ahhhh! That’s nice. Stop it.”
By then I was positioned between her wide spread legs and the clamps were really squashing her nipples.
“Ohhh, the pain! It hurts! That feels good! Ohhhhhh! Yes, do that again. Wow! Don’t do that! Get off me! Aaaahhhh! You’re not going to shove that thing in me! Oh, yes, give it to me!” And then the final, “Oh, YES! FUCK ME!”
Which I did.
After being in close quarters to the captain and my clients for days without any kind of sexual gratification, a little screwing with slave Michelle was very nice. After a climax for both of us, I lay there, my chest pressed against her’s, feeling the metal clamps digging into my skin and knowing that they were doing worse to her breasts, when I heard a sound. I looked up to find Captain Eddie standing in the doorway, sarcastically clapping slowly. Then I remembered I had left the door open. And Michelle made enough noise for the whole ship to hear.
“Great performance,” she said in words dripping with sarcasm.
“Care to join her?” I retorted lamely.
Her laugh was sort of a snort. Then she was gone.
I lay next to the panting Michelle and wondered how long it would take to be ready for another round. This time with the door closed.
12 – A Planet of Slaves and Slavers
By the time we had reached Kronos, Eddie had laid a fresh set of whipmarks over those fading ones on the three Wolfhome girls and applied a few extra to Red, who remained rebellious all the time and really had to be watched. I don’t know if the warrior girls were getting used to being kept in shackles and locked in barred cages or not, but they didn’t complain. And I never knew if the application of fresh marks upon their bottoms and breasts was Eddie’s idea or theirs. Or both.
I found, during those times when I took rest from studying up on Kronos and slave trading, that Michelle’s appreciation of sexual intercourse and enthusiasm in the act could be improved considerably by the application of controlled amounts of pain. Her nipples seemed especially sensitive to those clamps, but I did “freshen” the marks on her bottom a little now and then. I can tell you that it was nice to have a female to satisfy my sexual lusts after abstinence. A guy can only stand so much of looking at naked, chained up, and very sexy women without having to do something about it. Eddie had already made it clear to me that she was off limits, and I didn’t think it would be a good idea to try taking advantage of their shackled condition to vent my lust upon my clients. It might have been fun to do, but after this job was over I had no doubts that they would do their best to make sure I never enjoyed a woman again.
Red was a lovely creature and I did consider giving her the benefit of my experience in advanced lovemaking techniques, along with my legendary endurance, but held back. First off, I would have to tie her down very carefully to assure that not a single part of her could move. One time, while changing some tight rope bondage Eddie had put on her as punishment, she tried to knee me between the legs. And a gag would be necessary, too, lest she take a bite out of something I would prefer to keep intact. Not that securing her down that thoroughly wasn’t interesting — it was — but it seemed a lot of work to go to when there was the cute little Michelle available. You can believe me when I say that the interest Eddie took in Red had nothing to do with my choices.
There was something going on between Captain Eddie and Red. It was almost as if Red was a challenge to Eddie. I don’t know if she wanted to tame the wild redhead or what, but she spent time teaching her new words and forcing her into performing little submissive acts. I got in the habit of checking up on Red every few hours because I usually found her in some intricate, extremely tight, painfully tight rope bondage. One time I walked into the cell room and found the redhead hanging upside down from and lashed to the bars of her cell. How Eddie got her in that position, I have no idea but there Red was, arms pulled behind her through the bars and tightly bound, with her head two feet off the floor.
Rather than run the risk of ticking Eddie off, I always left Red in whatever position I found her.
When we were five hours out of Kronos, I had run out of material to read and was idly tickling a naked and tied down Michelle when the thought occurred to me that there was only one person on this ship who wasn’t sexually contented. Eddie had her choice of three willing, if shackled, Amazons to play with. And I do know after that she often let two of them spend the night together in the same cell. And I’m sure it wasn’t so they could scratch each others backs.
Michelle expressed considerable satisfaction with the attention I was paying to her. She objected to the use of pain to make her respond better, but slowly she was coming around to enjoy the sex act with me. I kept her tied down to my bunk when I screwed her, not so much because I had to, but more because I wanted to. Well, a couple times I tied her bent over the chair, and one time I hung her by the wrists, but mostly she was tied down to the bunk while I screwed her. And I found it was fun to bind her arms tightly behind and then make her come down on my shaft as I sat in the chair… Well, let’s not get too far off the subject.
I figured the only one who wasn’t a happy camper on the Golden Girl was Red. As far as I knew Eddie wasn’t nibbling on her pussy, nor was she licking Eddie’s better parts. So, unless the slavegirl got off on being whipped and tightly — really tightly — tied all the time, she wasn’t getting any satisfaction.
But an idea occurred to me, so I got up, told Michelle to stay put (an old joke, I know, when the girl is tied down rather tightly), and went to Red’s cell. When she looked up at me, I said in a firm command, “Lick pussy!” Red immediately looked at my pants with a puzzled expression. Which told me that Eddie had been giving her private language lessons. Among other things.
Kronos was pretty from space. The world had a higher proportion of desert to ocean than some worlds, so it was a soft, shimmering bronze color from space with white clouds at the poles and tan and yellow clouds wrapped around the equator. Here and there small seas dotted the landmass but there were no major oceans such as you see on the original Earth or T’au Mau.
Captain Eddie and I were in the control room, watching the planet grow larger in the view screen when the radio buzzed with a contact signal. “Well, here goes,” I commented, then nodded to Eddie. She tapped a couple keys and a voice filled the control room.
“Unidentified starship, please identify yourself. This is Kronos control. You are entering restricted space and must identify yourself.”
Before the voice could repeat itself, I said, “This is Slaver Master Talon O’Connor of the starship Golden Girl. I wish to conduct business.”
There was a second’s pause, then, “Identify your cargo and intent.”
“I have five prime female slaves. I am looking to either sell them or have them trained, and perhaps buy some more.”
Again the pause. It was then that I noticed the occasional flashes of light around Kronos. Large ships in orbit perhaps, but I was sure some or most of them were orbital sentries, manned and armed ships orbiting to protect this world. Slavers tend be careful about who comes to their world.
“Transmit your ship’s registry.” Eddie keyed in a few numbers and a series of meaningless characters danced across the screen. “Thank you, Slave Master O’Connor. Landing coordinates are being transmitted. Land only there or you will be destroyed. Have a nice day.”
I left Eddie to bring the ship down at the right place. The first step was taken successfully. Now all we had to do was find Princess Adrianne, rescue her and get away through a network of hunter/killer orbital sentinels. Simple.
Of course we didn’t know if she was still on this planet, if she would be for sale if we did find her, or if I could even pass for a slaver on a world where that was the major profession.
The next hurdle was the port inspector. He was a big man, a head taller than me and built like a bear, complete with black, grizzle beard and hair peeking out from under the sleeves. He did the scanner sweep of the ship, pausing only in the two rooms where my “slaves” were housed. After checking them for diseases and whatever else it is port inspectors are suppose to inspect for, he put away the scanner and took a closer look at my cargo. Probably simply casting a professional eye on the merchandise. Michelle was meekly sitting in her cell, wearing handcuffs on her wrists and ankles, and drew only a casual glance from the inspector. Red, who was currently suffering one of Eddie’s punishment bindings, held his attention for a minute. She was hogtied on the wooden bench, arms and legs folded back behind her, more rope wrapped around the bench to hold her on her stomach, and a big plastic ball gag strapped in place. It was the gag harness she came in. She glared at us from behind the straps and wiggled her fingers, those being about the only thing she could move, so thorough was Eddie’s binding of our slavegirl.
“Raw?” he asked. I nodded. “Have to punish them almost constantly,” he continued. “Until they’re trained. You come to just sell her or have her trained?”
“I haven’t been to Kronos before,” I told him. “I’d like to check into the training facilities as well as the marketplace. When I find out how much your places charge, I’ll know if she’s worth training.”
“Trained girls are always worth their training costs,” he said sagely. “You’ll find the training centers on Kronos second to none. And most of them use the old ways, the proven ways. None of that electronic brain stimulation and programming. We use whips, racks and plenty of harsh treatment. Takes longer but it’s a better way to break their spirit and tame them. This one looks like she’ll take some training,” he laughed.
“Would you look at the other three?” I asked him. “I got them raw from a man who says he can get me many more. If there is a good market for them, I might be able to bring more.”
He returned to the other room and gave my three clients a good look over. All three were handcuffed and leg-ironed in their cells. They weren’t gagged but I had told them to keep quiet.
He nodded and informed me, “They are fine specimens. You’ll have no trouble selling them as they are. Tall girls. They all have rebellion in their eyes. But you know that; I can see from the whipmarks.” He laughed good-naturedly. Thala grimaced and held her tongue with an effort, but he missed that completely.
“These girls are from a world called Wolfhome,” I began, easing into my quest for information. “Do you know if there are any others from that world for sale? I’d like to know what the competition is like.”
“Wolfhome…” He stroked his beard. “Wolfhome… Ah, yes! I recall that name now. There was a shipment from there about four weeks ago.”
I could see all three of the girls suddenly intensely attentive. That was pretty close to when their Princess was captured.
“Who has them?” I said, trying to make it as casual as possible.
“Just a second.” He opened the scanner again and used the computer portion to data link to some office somewhere. “Ah, here it is. House Shaden has the lot. That would be Tai Harra Shaden himself. Twenty-nine raw slaves from a planet called Wolfhome.”
“Can you tell if he’s sold any of them?” I asked, trying not to make it sound too important. “I’d like to know what price they went for.”
He tapped a couple keys and read the results. “Three sold raw. Probably some culs, you know. The rest are being trained.” He closed the scanner again. “That would mean that they should be available soon. You can check with House Shaden if you would like to know the prices for the raws.”
“I will,” I assured him. “Also I’ll check what price they charge for training. These raws cost me twice what a normal raw would.”
“House Shaden is one of the best. Well, you’re clear. Here’s a guide to KMP, Sh’va and Reiss. Those are the only cities you’re allowed to travel to. House Shaden is right here in KMP, so you won’t have to go far. I’d recommend House Tammis in Reiss if you want to sell them raw. My third cousin on my wife’s side runs the training there. He’ll give you a good deal.”
I thanked him and took the card he offered. Undoubtedly he handed them out to most all slavers who landed there, drumming up business of which he got a percentage. It’s the same on any planet.
As soon as he was off ship, I knocked on Eddie’s cabin room where she was hiding. In the male dominated society such as this one, they frowned upon a woman holding any position as important as a starship captain.
We had a council of war in the lounge. The three girls were let out of their cages so they could be brought up to date on our plans. I noticed that Eddie didn’t offer to remove their handcuffs or leg-irons. And that they didn’t mention their restraints at all. They simply sat down and listened, ignoring the fact that they were chained up and naked. I had come to notice that they didn’t seem to mind being naked in front of me anymore.
“I’ll contact House Shaden immediately,” I began. “I’ll tell them that I would like information on having five slaves trained.”
“Better make that four,” said Eddie sweetly. “Slave Michelle seems pretty well trained already.”
I think she was being sarcastic but there was an element of truth to what she said. Slave Michelle simply wasn’t rebellious. And she was coming along nicely in being trained how to please a man. I know, I was training her.
“Doesn’t make any difference,” I pointed out. “I won’t be delivering a single one of them so it doesn’t matter how many I say I have.
“Now,” I continued, “I will ask to see their training facilities. That way I can case the joint.”
“What?” said Eddie with a puzzled smile on her face.
“Oh, case the joint… Well, that means I’ll check out the layout of their place, guards, etc. Get information we may need if we have to break in and rescue the Princess. I heard that in a movie.”
“You mean those ancient videos you like to watch?”
“Yeah. When I get back, I should know our chances for getting into that place and out again. Then we’ll make more plans.”
Eddie nodded, having nothing better to offer.
“Adjustor O’Connor,” said Thala. “Please try to find the Princess as fast as you can. I shudder to think what they have been doing to her.”
“I will.” It was a simple promise and I really meant it. But I hid my reservations about the likelihood of success.
We broke up the meeting and Eddie escorted the girls back to lock them into their cells. I sat down before the communications console and dialed in the code for Information, then for House Shaden after I got it. I did my slaver looking for a training facility act, complete with lots of praise about the reputation of House Shaden as I had heard it on other worlds. And a few hints about the quality of the girls I had. Everything was businesslike until I got to the part where I mentioned that part of my merchandise came from Wolfhome. The guy I was talking to lifted one hairy eyebrow at that. I had the feeling he quickly covered up a little bit of real surprise.
I quickly got an invite to visit the House Shaden training facility, along with directions. I promised to be there early the next morning.
I talked with Eddie about the wisdom of taking along one of the girls, sort of like a salesman’s sample case, but we rejected it. These people would know what a Wolfhome girl looked like, they had a lot more of them than I did. Finally we decided I would go alone but take a halocube showing the girls. Captain Eddie had a couple things to do to assure that the Golden Girl would be ready to lift on a moments notice, just in case I managed to come rushing back with the Princess in tow and the bad guys hot on my tail. I called the port terminal and arranged for a ground transport to be delivered, then went outside to wait for it to show up.
Kronos was, as I said, mostly a desert world but the part where KMP was located was in the foothills. Off to my left a range of mountains lifted skyward, capped with snow. A restless breeze blew from the right, the direction I had seen a huge desert as we came down. It was late afternoon local time and the sinking sun was illuminating white thunderheads all around the spaceport. From the gray under some of them, and the hot, humid air, I figured summer thunderstorms were on the weather agenda.
It was turning gray as one of those thunderheads moved over the field, and the breeze had freshened into a wind. I took possession of the transport just as the first heavy drops were falling. I spend enough time sitting there to familiarize myself with the controls, but that was hardly necessary as it was pretty much a standard model. Then I locked it up and returned to the Golden Girl, standing in the hatch way watching the rain drumming on the concrete field. It may have been unpleasant weather to most landlubbers, but any kind of real weather is welcome when you’ve been cooped up in a starship for days. And we didn’t get many thunder storms or any kind of rain on Cetious IV. When the rain tapered off, I went inside.
Going into the cabin with our two true slavegirls, I considered taking Michelle to my cabin for a little recreation but hesitated. I was nervous more than homy and screwing Michelle would just be passing time. She looked at me from her cell with those soft, innocent violet eyes of hers and I knew that she wanted to be taken out. One thing I had learned over the prior week was that life is boring for slavegirls on a slaver’s ship. They spent most of the time locked into a tiny cell, usually wearing shackled, and having little to do. And Michelle couldn’t even talk with Red, the raw still not knowing much of our language.
Red was standing nervously in her cell, her arms bound behind her back with the elbows roped snugly together. I had observed that she spent a lot of time like that, apparently punishment from Captain Eddie, although I wasn’t sure that it simply wasn’t because the captain of our good ship liked having this slavegirl tightly bound with ropes. Perhaps Eddie considered Red to be her’s, although the logic behind that I failed to comprehend. If anything, ownership of our two slavegirls should belong to my clients, it being their money that bought them. But legally I was the owner and had the papers to prove it. Eddie didn’t really have any claim on them. Still, Eddie played with Red and left Michelle alone. I did appreciate that Eddie didn’t interfere with my using Michelle to satisfy my lust.
Red looked up at me with a mixture of fear and rebellion in her eyes. Eddie had been punishing the girl almost constantly since our departure from Wahoo, and I believe that was starting to get through to her. Red was a very brave girl and would probably get along with the Wolfhome girls since they were all of the warrior mentality. But she also didn’t like being hurt, and grew very nervous every time Eddie or I came into the cabin. I considered taking her to my cabin. It would be different and a bit of a challenge. This slavegirl didn’t seem to like my touching her at all, although she allowed Eddie to bind her with nothing more than a harsh glare by way of protest. I looked over her naked body, the wonderful way her breasts stood out from the elbows being joined in the back, and felt a stirring of desire. She might not have been as beautiful as some of those girls at the auction but she could hold he own in my book.
I took Michelle to bed, deciding not to “rock the boat” this close to the critical part of our mission. Eddie might get upset if she found me poking what she considered her slavegirl.
After unlocking her door, Michelle shuffled out and stood there with a faint smile on her face. “Would the Master please tie my arms behind me?” she asked sweetly. “That is more comfortable when I lay on my back.”
Once again, who I am to argue with logic. I removed the handcuffs and bound her wrists crossed behind her. Then I unlocked the leg-irons from her slender ankles and tossed them back into her cell. With a firm hand upon her bare arm, I guided her to my cabin. Once there I laid her on her bound arms on my bunk and closed the door. Then I locked it.
Barely had I gotten started when I glanced up to notice that Michelle looked unhappy. I’m well aware that a slave master isn’t suppose to care how his slave feels, only what pleasure she can give him, but this wasn’t Michelle’s usual expression. Usually she looked resigned, although lately that had been changing to a look of pleasure mixed with the little discomforts I inflicted upon her. But this time she seemed depressed.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, forgetting my slave master role.
At first I didn’t think she was going to answer me but finally she whispered, “You haven’t put those clamps on my nipples.”
“Speak louder. And you want the pain of them on you?”
“I do not like pain. But they’re sort of a… well, a part of what you do to me.”
“I can get them,” I told her. And I was about to get up to fetch the metal devices designed to squash a female nipple in it’s sharp bite, but she stopped me.
“Master, may I speak freely?”
“Yes,” I granted.
“I have been watching some of the ways that Captain Eddie binds the other slavegirl. Some of those ways seem terribly tight and painful for her.”
“I’m sure they are,” I agreed.
“You don’t have to put the clamps on my nipples to cause me pain. You could bind my arms very tightly, so tightly that they hurt.”
This was the sweet innocent who asked me to take off the handcuffs a few minutes before so she wouldn’t hurt so much? I looked into those pale eyes and found them aglow with an inner fire. Telling her to stay put, I went and fetched a few lengths of rope from the supply locker. When I came back, Michelle was in a kneeling position on the floor, sitting on her heels, back straight and head bowed.
I ordered her to her feet and was about to untie her crossed wrists so that I could retie them palm to palm and elbow touching elbows, when she interrupted me again. “Master, if you were to bind my elbows together while my wrists are crossed, it will be quite uncomfortable.”
I looked at the way I had her wrists bound. There was rope wrapped around them both horizontally and vertically. If the elbows were pulled towards each other, the vertical ropes would tighten down and work to prevent the wrists from moving to a side by side position. It would, indeed, become uncomfortable. Hell, if I were to pull her elbows all the way until they touched, her wrists would be in real pain.
I looped the rope around her elbows and pulled them until I could see the ropes on the wrists tighten up. Then I pulled a little harder and heard her gasp as the wrists tried to uncross and couldn’t. The elbows were about two inches apart and the rope around them was cutting deeply into the flesh.
“Does that hurt enough?” I asked. Then I cursed myself. I was a slave master, a giver of pain and restraints and not a man who should allow a slavegirl to control the situation. I was about to tighten the rope a bit more then tie it off when she spoke.
“I’m sure that my Master will want to bind my elbows together,” she said evenly.
Would you believe that a thrill raced through me? There is something special about a woman asking for more pain by your hand. And even more special when you give it to her. It’s like when you’re whipping a full, round female ass, thinking that you’re causing her intolerable pain, when she cried out, “Harder! Oh, Master, harder!”
I put my free arm around her arms and pulled the elbows together, taking up the slack in the rope with my other hand. Then I wrapped the rope around and around her arms just below the elbows. When a dozen loops were holding her elbows tightly together, I let go with my arm and used both hands to cinch down the ropes and knot them. Then I turned Michelle around so I could look her in the eyes.
There was a small tear forming in one comer of her left eye. But a faint smile was tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered. “I feel like a properly punished slavegirl now.”
I looked at what a bit of rope on the elbows did to make her breasts stand out and felt my rod stiffen in my pants. There was also a strangely exciting feeling when I looked at her arms bound as they were. The ropes were cutting deeply into the soft flesh, and I knew that she had to be in considerable pain. Her hands had turned a darker color, and her forearms below the elbows were a shade darker, too, both signs that the circulation was impeded. But she did not complain.
“You look like a properly punished slavegirl,” I agreed. “And now would you like to look like a properly screwed slavegirl?”
“Whatever my Master wants.”
“And what if I were to tie your ankles together and hang you upside down in your cell for the whole night?” I asked. It wasn’t really a threat but I did want to see what her answer would be.
“Whatever my Master wishes.” Her voice was hardly more than a whisper and her eyes were turned down, not looking into mine. At that moment I really believed that if I were to hang her upside down in her cell and let her suffer all night long, she would not utter a single word in protest. She would accept her suffering. It made me feel wonderful and a little confused. I had always assumed that women hated the rough treatment they got as slaves. But here was a lovely girl actually asking for even rougher treatment. Amazing!
I didn’t hang her in her cell. Instead I gagged her, toyed with her body until she was panting around the gag and very, very juicy, then I sat down on the chair and guided her body over my extremely stiff rod. With her sitting on my lap, impaled deeply by my shaft, she moaned with pleasure. I began lifting her and lowering her on my shaft, sometimes bouncing her up and down. She was light enough so that it was easy enough to do. And, boy, did it feel good!
I tried to make it last as long as I could but there was a little too much excitement. I was dimly aware as I felt that wonderful tingle begin in my balls that she was also coming to a climax. It was very intense for both of us.
For a long time we just sat there, her sheath still impaled by my shaft although it was no longer a rigid rod. My arms were wrapped around her, each had firmly clamped onto a breast, and her painfully bound arms were pressed against my chest.