by Aubrey Ross
“You’re not on speaking terms with your parents?”
“Not since our loving father sold us into bondage.”
Her jaw dropped and a full second passed before she recovered enough to close her mouth. “Your father sold you into slavery?”
“It’s a common practice. Limbaria is a harsh and unforgiving place. And technically speaking, indentured servants are different than slaves.”
“But why would he do such a thing?”
“He needed the money and he wanted us out of his sight.”
“I don’t understand.”
“We reminded him of her.”
“Your mother?”
He nodded and glanced away. “Mother left when I was five to pursue her dreams. When she returned six years later, we were gone.”
“Bluz was sold as well?”
“That’s the only thing that kept us alive. Our indentures were linked. We couldn’t be sold separately.”
“How long were you bond-servants?”
“Twenty-seven years.”
Reaching across the table, she squeezed his hand. “My life has been harsh, but I can’t even imagine what it must have been like for you.”
“The past only has as much power over you as you allow it to have. We survived and learned a valuable trade, and now we’re co-owners of our own ship.”
She caressed his knuckles, remembering how gently he stroked her skin and the pleasure his long fingers released within her. Would they spend tonight together or continue the rotation? Heat crawled up her neck. Could she lure him away from his duties for an hour or two?
“I know what you’re thinking.” His smile was warm and inviting. “It will take a day or two for Omid to finish the repairs. Bluz has agreed to spend the night in one of the hotels. You’ll get that long, hot bath you wanted so badly.”
With an excited squeal, she leaned across the table and kissed him. “That is wonderful! Is it wrong to hope for complications with the repair?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “The thought crossed my mind too. Four or five days in a luxury suite sounds just about perfect right now.”
“I thought Limbaria was a penal colony. Where are we going to find a luxury suite?”
“Limbaria is complicated. Two separate industries have combined to drive the economy in this entire system.”
“I know for a fact there are penal facilities, so what’s the other industry?”
“Adult entertainment,” he supplied, amusement clear in his tone.
She shook her head, trying to comprehend how two vastly different trades had developed side by side. “What’s the connection?”
“Technology. The penal facilities were established first and the Limbarian government was determined to find non-violent means of motivating behavioral changes.”
“If a prisoner behaves correctly they get to fuck?”
“Basically. They are given access to simulators, not pets, but the concept of positive reinforcement has been around for centuries. Pleasure is a powerful motivator.”
“I still don’t see the connection.”
“The simulators and pleasure devices became so sophisticated and intuitive that they were marketed to the general public. Suddenly nightclubs and pleasure emporiums were being built faster than the prisons. Now they have work release programs, which add an element of danger to the clubs. The tourists can’t get enough.”
“Does your mother work at one of these nightclubs?”
“She used to headline at the Cosmic Cabaret, but that was years ago. She works behind the scenes now.”
“Do you ever see her?”
“I’ve dropped her a message from time to time. She was selfish and we suffered because of it, but she did everything in her power to find us once she found out what had happened.”
“Why didn’t she buy out your contract?”
“She came back to Limbaria with a suitcase full of shattered dreams and her tail tucked between her legs. She couldn’t have bought us a change of clothing much less the balance on our indenture. We’ll never be close, but she is our mother.” He waved away the past and straightened in his chair. “Enough of yesteryear. Every imaginable pleasure is available on Limbaria. What would you like to do first?”
She glanced down at her rolled up sleeves and baggy pants. “Is there any way we could buy me some new clothes?”
“I’m contractually obligated to provide whatever it takes to please you.”
She laughed. “That’s not an offer you want to make to any woman unless you’re a very rich man.”
An odd intensity came into his eyes and the corners of his mouth quirked. “The clothes won’t be a problem. We’ve done rather well the last few years. Anything else?”
Did she dare share her concerns about Bluz? Maybe she could figure it out without being too specific. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
A glance confirmed that they were alone in the galley. “Why was Bluz so hesitant to admit… what he likes?”
“We’ve always dreamed of finding a woman who would be comfortable with both of us.” He shook his head. “Not just be comfortable, someone who would complement all that we are and be fulfilled in a shared relationship.”
“You’ve tried to find her before?”
“We knew it wouldn’t be easy, but a few years ago we thought we’d found her.”
“Can you tell me what happened?”
“I can.” He grinned.
“Will you?”
“I met her first, but she seemed genuinely interested in Bluz as well. We became lovers and everything went smoothly until he revealed his need to dominate.”
“She didn’t trust him with her pleasure?”
“Worse, she pretended to find pleasure in submission -- for a time. Then, little by little she pulled away. She spent more time with me and became cold and resigned whenever Bluz touched her. Bluz is reasonable and we both cared deeply for her. If she’d been honest…”
“No, Bluz never would have been satisfied if he had to deny his true nature. He would have become as dishonest as she had been.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
“Who ended the relationship?”
“She did. She told Bluz he was perverted and she had never enjoyed being with him. She claimed she loved me enough to try and make it work, but she just couldn’t face a future with the sort of degradation Bluz expected her to endure.”
“Oh my God. No wonder he’s gun shy.”
“He didn’t seem gun shy when he bent you over his lap and spanked your round little ass.”
“You suggested it and I provoked him. He’s holding back and it breaks my heart.”
“So, do it again and again until he realizes that you want it as badly as he does.”
“Provoke him?”
“Disobey him. Give him no choice but to punish you.”
“Will you help me push him in the right direction? I don’t want to hurt him more than he’s already been hurt.”
“It’d be my pleasure.”
* * *
Arrik lay on his back staring up at the vidscreen suspended above his head. The couple on the monitor could be seen live in the Suck Me lounge. The blue-skinned female was tiny, her long hair streaming to the stage as her partner held her upside down. She braced herself against his thighs and skillfully sucked his cock, her ankles hooked behind his head. He licked her pussy and tongue-fucked her with dramatic stabs, making sure the audience could see exactly what he was doing.
“You want a good suck?” one of the three masseuses asked. He was a pretty young man with the sort of full-lipped mouth Arrik adored.
“Yes, and use your fingers. I come much harder that way.”
The attendant adjusted the table, spreading Arrik’s legs so he could stand between his thighs. The two females continued their massage in silence, their lovely faces expressionless. Lifting the soft white drape to Arrik’s waist, the male cupped his balls with
one hand and fisted his cock with the other.
Arrik looked back at the vidscreen. The blue-skinned man placed the woman on a padded bench and arched over her body. His cock never left her mouth and his tongue continued to arouse her pussy.
“Use my fingers like this?” The attendant stroked up and down his shaft, hard and fast. “Or like this?” His other hand left Arrik’s balls and he thrust his oily fingers into Arrik’s ass.
With a throaty groan, Arrik said, “Like that. Use your mouth on my cock and finger-fuck my ass.”
The attendant required no further instruction. His warm mouth slid up and down, while his tongue swirled and jabbed. One of the females moved beneath the table and held his ass cheeks apart, allowing the man’s fingers to reach deeper and shuttle more smoothly.
The blue female motioned to a man in the second row and he joined the performers on stage. Her partner moved between her legs and the transmitter zoomed in on her pussy. He slowly positioned himself, his smoke-blue cock head parting her creamy folds, also smoky blue. Did a blue pussy taste different than a pink one? The man impaled her, then waited for the audience member to open the front of his pants. The woman arched her head back over the edge of the bench and took him into her mouth.
Arrik felt the warm suction on his own cock while he watched the performance on stage. Visual stimulation combined with reality in a dizzying kaleidoscope of sensation. The fingers in his ass thrust harder and someone was sucking on one of his balls.
His legs tensed and he clutched the edge of the table as he pumped his cum down the attendant’s throat. The young man swallowed and swallowed, sucking hard until the last spasm passed. Then he pulled back and licked the very tip of Arrik’s cock as he eased his fingers out of his ass.
“Better?”
“Much. Now finish my massage.”
“Yes, sir.”
Arrik closed his eyes, no longer caring about the performance. He felt relaxed and happy for the first time in weeks. After the massage he dressed and returned to his suite. The pets had kept him busy all night and he had insisted they fuck each other before they left this morning. He had always had a fascination with watching sex. It held nearly as much appeal as participating. At times he had come with nothing but visual stimulation. It was a fact that amused him greatly.
“You have a message, sir,” the computer informed him as he walked through the door.
He crossed to the control panel and checked his message log. The entry bore the commandant’s avatar. Had he located the ship already or was he just letting Arrik know he’d received the request?
After switching to a private channel and scrambling the security feed, he activated the message. The commandant’s assistant provided the information, but the content quickly soothed Arrik’s disappointment.
“Your request wasn’t easy. The image you got from the magistrate was of horrible quality. The name of the ship is the Chrysalis and it’s registered to Limbarian brothers named Bluz and Jazz Averel.” The lad chuckled. “It must be your lucky day. You don’t have to search for them. They’re headed to Lunar Three for repairs.”
* * *
Bluz looked at the Chrysalis and sighed. “Maybe I better stay with the ship.” Limbaria was decadent. It made him restless and savage. If he went to the Cosmic Cabaret, Treena would experience the full range of his desire. She wasn’t ready for the unleashed intensity of his dominant nature or he wasn’t ready for the possibility of rejection. He wasn’t willing to examine his hesitation too closely, all he knew was he didn’t want to lose her. “Omid might --”
Jazz grabbed his arm and dragged him down the concourse. “Give it up. The shuttle leaves in twenty minutes and all three of us are going to be on it. Two nights of sexual indulgence is exactly what you need.”
He looked at Treena, unsure what he’d find in her expression. If she couldn’t accept him without reservation, it was better he find out now. She was genetically compatible with Jazz. If they could make each other happy, he wouldn’t… Her night black eyes caressed his face, enveloping him with warmth and welcome. He closed the distance between them, unable to resist touching her.
“Stay close.” He framed her face with his hands and brushed each temple with a kiss. “Don’t let the glitz and glamour fool you. Limbaria is a dangerous place.”
“I won’t leave your side.” She rubbed her cheek against his palm, a dreamy smile bowing her lips. “Where are we staying?”
“Best of the best,” Jazz said. “The Cosmic Cabaret is one moon over. You’ll be soaking in a bubble bath before you know it.”
After a crowded shuttle took them to Lunar Four, Bluz insisted on hiring a private skimmer for the remainder of the voyage. The automated transport accepted his credits and logged their destination, then took off with a subtle lunge.
They settled onto one of the bench style seats. Treena peered out the window, fascinated by the colorful lights and towering buildings. Casinos, pleasure emporiums, and mammoth hotels lined the wide boulevard. Multi-level trams kept the need for individual transports to a minimum and dissected the sky with gleaming rails.
Bluz gave her a few minutes to absorb the scenery then he pulled her onto his lap. With only two days at their disposal, he had no intention of wasting a single instant. “I think our pet is overdressed for the occasion. Don’t you?” He crossed his arms over her torso, trapping her arms at her sides.
“Absolutely.” Jazz knelt in front of her and pulled off her shoes. She protested and wiggled as Jazz stripped off her pants.
“I can’t walk across the lobby naked!”
Bluz pulled her shirt up around her shoulders, baring her breasts without removing the garment. “You’ve obviously never been to a place like this.” He nipped her earlobe and shifted his hold, freeing one of his hands.
“This shirt reaches mid-thigh.” Jazz spread her legs and traced her feminine crease with his index finger. She shivered, resting her head against Bluz’s shoulder. “We don’t want to draw too much attention.”
“The first thing we’re going to do is shave this.” Bluz moved his hand down and covered her mound. “There is nothing softer than a smooth, hot pussy.”
“Maybe I don’t like to be completely bare. It makes me feel naked.”
“That’s too damned bad.” Bluz caught one of her nipples and gave it a careful pinch. She must learn to obey without question, to trust him with her pleasure. He squeezed her breasts and rolled her nipples, while Jazz trailed his fingers along her inner thighs. They caressed her skin and stimulated her nerve endings, intentionally neglecting her clit.
Without warning he set her from him and said, “Cover yourself. We’re almost there.”
Her breath escaped in a shuddering sigh. Her gaze was muddled, her nipples pebble hard. She pulled down the shirt and reached for her pants. Jazz kicked them out of reach and shook his head. With shaky fingers, she slipped on her shoes and smoothed down her tousled hair.
Bluz made no effort to hide his erection. People came to pleasure emporiums to indulge their carnal appetites. He wasn’t ashamed of his needs. He only hoped Treena could find fulfillment with the sort of pleasure they could give her.
Careful to keep her between them, they crossed the bustling lobby. Crimson and ivory, with elegant touches of gilt, created a posh ambiance. Having visited before, Bluz knew the amenities grew bolder, more blatantly sexual, the deeper one ventured into the building.
The grand theater had live entertainment nightly, while smaller shows ran non-stop in the smaller lounges and intimate venues scattered throughout the casino. Public pets and a massive dungeon were located one level below ground. Role playing sets and simulator salons dominated the second level of the Cabaret. Most services were available in the hotel rooms for those who could afford the extra credits.
“Don’t we need to check in?” Treena asked as they led her directly to the bank of transparent lifts.
“Anonymity is the name of the game in places like this. Room assign
ments are transmitted the day of arrival.”
Jazz wrapped his arms around her as the lift door closed. He covered her breast with one hand and slipped his other up under the shirt. She glanced out the transparent panel, her eyes widening as she realized anyone who looked up could see them. Bluz moved in close and kissed her.
“You can sit in the lobby and watch people fuck,” he whispered against her parted lips. “That’s why the cars are transparent.” He slipped his hand inside her shirt from above, while Jazz concentrated his touches below.
“Are you going to…” Jazz found her clit and she gasped.
“I’m too possessive to perform,” Bluz said with a smile. He unfastened the front of her shirt, leaving it hanging open from her shoulders. The inner swell of her breasts was visible as well as a teasing peek at her feminine curls. She started to protest, but he placed his fingers over her lips. “One word and you lose the shirt completely.”
The door slid open and she reached for the gaping halves of the shirt. Jazz stood in front of the door, keeping it from sliding shut.
“Clasp your hands behind your back and walk out into the corridor.” Bluz used his fiercest expression to reinforce the command.
She glared at him in mutinous silence, her hands hovering over her half-exposed breasts. He couldn’t back down now. She knew he was a Dom, had indicated she enjoyed submission. Did she not understand what those words meant?
He searched her expression as tension banded his chest. Training her would take patience and time, but if she were honestly willing to learn… Lust, challenge, and expectation twisted together in her expressive eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing. Passion smoldered beneath the defiance, warm and welcoming.
He pointed to the hallway. “Move.”
“No.”
Lust punched into his gut and hardened his cock. He barely stifled a moan. Tangling one hand in her hair, he cupped her chin with the other. “Any disobedience will be punished. Is that what you want, sweet slave?” He kissed her then, boldly stroking her naked body.
“Can we have the car or are you going to fuck her?”
