Luna Ten #1: Cassiopeia

by Ann Jacobs

  What would Cassie like better? Smooth gold or sparkling faceted stones? Guy spotted a simple thick gold cock ring adorned with nothing but a cabochon ruby inset in a good-sized captive bead. He selected it and a dozen matched ruby-studded barbells for the frenum ladder that marched down the underside of his cock and through the four perfectly aligned pairs of piercings in his ball sac. Large ruby studs would fill the holes in his left ear and nostril. As Leander ripped another strip of wax off his stinging head, Guy remembered Cassie’s purchase and imagined having her chained to him at chest and groin. “Can you pierce my nipples?” he asked as the girl was putting away her wares.

  “Oh, yeah, boss. I love a man with rings in his nipples.” She scurried into a back room, only to return with her supplies. “I brought the rings that match this one,” she said, tweaking his new PA ring. “Your lady will like them.”

  Suddenly Guy recalled the pain that had followed the ritual piercings of his cock and balls. Pain he’d suffered before Pak Song enhanced his senses. “I hope you use the new method I’ve heard people talking about,” he muttered, dreading the needle but too proud to back out.

  “Don’t worry. This pierces and seals the hole, one quick stick and it’s over. Won’t hurt, I promise.” The girl held up what looked like a tiny laser gun.

  Although he’d braced himself for agonizing pain, these piercings didn’t hurt at all except for an initial light burning sensation. Half an hour later he stood, admiring Leander’s handiwork in a full-length mirror, enjoying the bombardment of erotic sensations: the movement of warm air against his newly hairless and deeply tanned skin, the swaying of his cock and nipple rings, and the weight of them and his other body jewelry.

  Damn, he was already half-hard and anticipating the pleasure of fucking Cassie. “Good job, my friends. No one would guess by looking at me that I just spent months lying in bed over at the hospital.”

  His mind zeroed in on Cassie, found her leaving the Intragalactic Market with a basket of fruit, and hurrying toward the entrance to Pak Song’s. Fuck, he had to hurry! “You still have that entrance to the back room at Pak Song’s?”

  “Yes, boss. Right through that curtain. Pak Song still keeps his sexbots there, all lined up waiting for customers. Go through the storeroom, and you’ll get to his shop. Wait minute, don’t you want your clothes and cane?”

  When Guy concentrated, he saw Cassie again, hesitating just a minute before stepping through Pak Song’s front door.

  “No time.” Sexbots didn’t wear clothing anyhow. Heedless of his nakedness, for it wouldn’t matter now, Guy held out a hand so Leander could scan his thumbprint to get his fee. Retinal scans were out, he guessed, for folks like him who had cyborg eyes. “Thanks,” he said on the way out the back door and into Pak Song’s storeroom. Listening hard, he was able to make out Cassie’s shy request: “I’d like an Earthling sexbot for my pleasure, sir.”

  “Would that be a male or female, pretty lady?”

  “Of course, a male sexbot. After all, I am a woman.”

  “Oh, yes. That you are. For you, I recommend the giant luxury model.” Pak Song clapped his chubby hands, the noise reverberating in Guy’s ears. “One night with him, my beauty, and you’ll never be without a Pak Song sexbot again. Two hundred fifty Obsidion dinars a day, and a bargain he’d be at twice the price.”

  “If you think so…” She sounded interested, yet uncertain.

  Guy loved her innocence, her shyness. But he had to hurry if he was to pass himself off as that sexbot.

  Striding up the line to the first and biggest robot, he concentrated on discerning its mechanism and disabling it with the laser beams implanted in his eyes. He’d never tried using them that way before, except in practice sessions with his therapist. Hurrying now, he stripped off the sexbot’s silver collar and leash and strapped it around his own thick neck.

  He hesitated a moment when he noticed the wicked chastity device locked on the sexbot’s cock and balls, then beamed it open. Wincing, he clamped it over his own burgeoning erection and set the lock. Every place the damn thing touched pinched one of the neural implants beneath his skin.

  For a minute Guy hesitated. His equipment obviously worked to a degree, or he wouldn’t be rock-hard and throbbing. He worried, though. What if he was more machine than man? What if he stayed like this for hours, unable to get off?

  Fuck, he couldn’t think about that now. Ignoring the bite of the chastity device, he strode through the door to Pak Song’s showroom, praying to all the gods that the cyborg maker was giving Cassie the right key so he wouldn’t have to beam it open, blowing his cover before the action even started.

  Chapter Two

  Oh my. Her sexbot looked almost real. His gleaming, golden skull reflected a fiery glow from Pak Song’s red neon lights when he strode through the door behind the counter. Smiling, he bowed before his owner, exchanging a few words in the strange Obsidion tongue. Then he nodded toward her. Smiling, he handed her his leash. His eyes glowed scarlet, as though he could see through her clothes and liked what he saw, and his full, sensual lips curled up at the corners. The ringed, bulbous purple head of his huge, swollen cock jutted from the end of an ornate silver chastity belt. The belt for which his owner had just handed her the key.

  So this was the giant deluxe model Pak Song had sold her on. Whew! Cassie’s heart beat faster when he moved beside her, his ringed nipples just below her eye level, reminding her of her own piercings and the slim chain that tugged at them and the new, hypersensitive one in her clit, a constant reminder that they were there…and that her flesh was needy but as yet untouched.

  “Shall we go now, mistress?” The sexbot’s voice was deep and rumbly, like whiskey and honey, when he gestured pointedly toward the door.

  Why was it she felt more like a slave than a mistress? It wasn’t this sexbot’s impressive size as much as the commanding tone of his voice…the heat of his hard flesh beneath her hand when she laid it over his heart and felt the slow, measured simulated breathing for which Pak Song’s sexbots were renowned. The rippling of muscle she’d never expected to feel unless she sampled a real, living human male. Her pussy clenched, and her newly pierced clit swelled and tightened with fear -- and anticipation -- when she imagined unlocking the chastity belt and unleashing the luscious beast trapped inside.

  “Y-yes. Let’s.” The key in her hand felt warm, reflecting her heat, her desire. “This way,” she said, tugging at his leash when they came to the broad avenue where Yolanda’s Resort Hotel lay nestled in a grove of limbless trees.

  “You’re staying at Yolanda’s?” her robot asked as she led him through forbidding looking gates toward a building now painted in storybook tones of yellow and blue and gold. “You know, this place used to be called the Gates of Hell.”

  “Yes, Yolanda herself told us the story of her enslavement, and of how she came to become mistress here after the evil Mistress Mara met her fate. You are well programmed,” she said, sure now Pak Song had truly provided her with a bargain when she’d negotiated for -- ”What do I call you?”

  “Guy Stone, at your service. Here to fulfill your darkest dreams, unearth the secret passions deep inside you and bring them to the light.” His deep voice poured over her like honey, and she had no doubt he’d pleasure her as well or better than any of the human sex slaves who were likely plying their trade now behind Doreen and Nebula’s closed bedroom doors.

  “Well, Guy Stone, I shall expect you to deliver all you promise.” She unlocked the door to her small room, stepped inside, and watched his muscles ripple as he passed through the threshold and filled the small room with his presence. “I’d have you begin now.” A shiver went through Cassie, for she had the feeling the sexbot with the rippling muscles and the honeyed voice would deliver all right. That and more than she’d bargained for…more than the shy country girl in her could take.

  * * *

  The air crackled, appeared charged with the aura of dominance and submission that had bee
n played out here over the resort’s long stretch as the Gates of Hell. But Cassie kept the room from seeming small and dark. Guy had no trouble envisioning the walls studded with hooks and eyes…a St. Andrew’s cross occupying the space where an inviting bed now stood…oiled whips of various lengths and styles, hung on the neat row of hooks above the single narrow window. It seemed Yolanda’s face-lift of the place had stopped with an outside paint job and the planting of a few scraggly flowers around the wrought-iron gates.

  For this was a room ideal for a scene of dominance and submission. His dominance. Cassie’s willing submission.

  He imagined Cassie stretched upon that cross, helpless to resist the attention of his lips, his tongue. Himself taking those anal stimulators she’d bought and stretching her tight ass until she was able to take him there. Ramming his cock up her ass and filling her sopping cunt with that psychedelic pink-and-purple glass dildo. His cock began to swell painfully against the restraint of the chastity device. “Set my cock free, pretty lady, and I’ll show you pleasure greater than any you’ve ever known.”

  Her eyes wide, as though she just now realized she might have bitten off more sexbot than she could handle, she fumbled in her fanny pack. Trying to recall the names of every god in the universe, Guy sent out silent prayers to every one of them that she’d find the key quickly before he took matters into his own hands -- or eyes, to be more accurate. He let out a long sigh when she dragged it out and knelt where she had a good view of the mechanism on the chastity device.

  She also had a good view of his bulging cockhead that was already dripping pre-come around its brand-new ring and glistening almost as much as Cassie’s golden hair in the flickering gaslights that lit the room. “Hurry,” he croaked before remembering that a sexbot wouldn’t care how long it took a client to free its mechanical cock and balls.

  “Oooh. You’re pierced just like an Earthling.” The chastity belt hit the floor with a metallic clank, and Cassie ran an inquisitive finger over his jewel-studded shaft.

  “Yeah. I am.” It was all Guy could do not to toss her to that bed and show her he was no sexbot but a real, live Earthling male. An Earthling male ready and willing to show her all the pleasures forbidden to them by the governing Federation on their home planet. One who hadn’t been made “safe” like the ones at the Earthling Sex Slave Emporium. “Disrobe and we shall get on with the pleasure for which you obtained me,” he said, keeping his voice steady, deep, and robot-like.

  “I’ve always wanted to be mastered. Would you like to undress me?”

  What he’d like would be to rip off her shimmering pink jumpsuit and sink his cock into her sopping cunt. “If you wish,” he said, as though his fingers weren’t itching to drag down that zipper and reveal the bounty his enhanced vision had already allowed him to enjoy. “Would you wish your mastery to be physical or emotional?”

  She looked at him, smiling. “Why, physical of course. No sexbot has feelings.”

  “I’m a very special sexbot. If you wish it, I can make you love me.”

  “Do you think so? Then do. Prove it to me.” Her eyes held challenge too great for him to resist. “If you want, you may use the toys I bought. My sexbot back home uses them to heighten my pleasure.”

  He glanced at the anal stimulators. “You enjoy having your ass fucked?”

  “Sometimes.” He found the flush on her cheeks endearing.

  “Very well. Lie on the bed and spread your arms and legs. Be silent, and do not move unless I order you to. Imagine there are silken bonds holding you open and vulnerable for me.” He took the smallest of the butt plugs and rubbed it along her sopping slit. “You’ll need stretching more than this to take my cock.”

  Gently, he spread her satiny butt cheeks and worked the small, glittery plug into her tight little hole. “Easy, relax now.” Once the plug was seated inside her, he spread her satiny cunt lips and tongue-fucked her until she rewarded him with a gushing gift of warm, slick fluid. His own cock ached with need to fuck her, but he lapped her clit while tugging gently at the chains that connected its ring to the ones in her hard, reddened nipples.

  “Oh, yesss. More. Please.” Her throaty purr had his balls so tight he thought they’d burst.

  He lifted his head, met her needy gaze. “You’re ready to take the larger one now.” Slowly, sensually, he removed the small stimulator and replaced it with the medium-sized one, watching her inner muscles strain at the new invasion. “Imagine you kneeling on the bed, your pretty ass in the air. Imagine taking my cock instead of this plug. Think how you’ll love it when I fuck your ass and work that big dildo of yours in and out of your swollen cunt. I’ll do it, soon enough.”

  “Now, please --”

  “I said be quiet. Feel. Enjoy. I am here to bring you pleasure. To show you the outer limits of all that’s erotic. I’m going to taste you and suck you and drink this sweet nectar --” He ran his tongue along her velvet slit, savoring the tart, slightly salty taste of her cunt, the faintly alcoholic overtone from the light perfume she wore. “-- and then I’ll fuck your mouth and your cunt and your ass until you’ve come so many times you can’t remember your own name, much less mine.” He buried his face between her legs again.

  Cassie loved the feel of his full, velvety lips applying the most delicious suction to her clit. More juices gushed from her cunt and wet the tautly stretched tissue around her asshole. Her flesh throbbed around the plug, the sensation not quite painful…perversely pleasurable. The rubies in his ear and nose ring glittered, their color nearly matching his intriguing scarlet eyes. Framed between her pale thighs, his golden-tanned scalp looked almost gilded in the light of the gas lamps, as though he were made of metal, not human male flesh.

  Of course he wasn’t a real man. But he certainly was a far cry from the sexbot she kept in her room back home. The bulging muscles of his arms rippled against the backs of her thighs, and his fingers rasped against the tender skin of her belly, her breasts. And the wicked things he did with his mouth. The way his tongue worked her clit was magical, and his velvety lips! It was downright sinful, what they did when he pressed them to her pussy and applied just the right amount of suction. By all the gods and goddesses, nothing and no one had ever made her clit swell and harden and her cunt clench with the desire to take in his big, jeweled cock and make it her own.

  “Fuck me now. Please.”

  He looked up, cradling her ass cheeks in his big hands and squeezing them ever so lightly. “We have all night. Longer. Breathe deep. If you can take this last plug, you should be able to accept my cock.”

  She wanted to. Wanted to take that huge, ringed organ in every orifice, surrender herself to him in every way. She longed for him to let her move so she could pleasure him as well as taking pleasure. “Oooh.” The large plug, lubricated with some slick, soothing fluid that eased its path, stretched her sphincter muscle almost unbearably, even though he worked it in slowly…carefully…she’d almost say lovingly if she hadn’t known for certain no sexbot could be programmed to give love.

  “Easy. Relax for me. You can take it, all of it. When you do, I’m going to fuck your cunt with my cock while I tongue-fuck your pretty mouth. Slow and easy. We’re gonna be nipple to nipple, belly to belly. Touching everywhere, inside and out. I’ll be you and you’ll be me.”

  What? Her rented sex toy seemed very, very real, as though he had a heart and soul as well as the throbbing cock that now pulsated against her inner thigh. Each pair of beads along the underside and down the center of his sac made its imprint on her flesh, and the ring at its tip nudged at her swollen outer lips, exciting her unbearably. His fingers trembled against her ass when he worked the plug slowly, gently into her, stretching and filling her rear passage while he whispered words of encouragement, erotic words that had her wanting to do his bidding, needing to take everything he offered.

  The skin of his huge cock felt velvety soft when he rubbed it between her wet, swollen cunt lips. Its smooth metal ring caressed her, reminded
her that beneath its velvet surface, his flesh was rock-hard and throbbing with desire. He drew on the chain that connected her body jewelry, making her squirm and whimper despite his order to be still and quiet.

  “You’re ready. Ready to be filled, to become my woman in every way.” Positioning his cock, he flexed his powerful hips and drove into her.

  So tight. So full. Every motion -- even the pulsing of the veins in his huge shaft -- magnified, spread to her womb, her ass. Her clit swelled against its tiny ring, throbbed against his smooth, muscular groin when he sank his cock all the way, made her take more until all he had to offer rested inside her, nudging the opening to her womb. His satiny ball sac nestled in the crack of her ass, keeping the plug vibrating from the outside while the throbbing of his cock within her cunt traveled through the thin wall of tissue between it and her stuffed rear passage. With every thrusting motion, she felt his rock-hard flesh, and each of the jewels that adorned it.

  She’d have screamed with the incredible pleasure-pain of it, but he took her mouth, plunging his tongue in and out in time with the pistoning motion of his hips. His nipple rings abraded her breasts, caught momentarily on hers.

  Bombarded from all directions, filled as she’d never been filled before, she clamped down on his cock, wanting every nuance of feeling, needing to feel each of the smooth, paired jewels that adorned his monster shaft. Her belly clenched. Her clit throbbed. She sucked hard on his invading tongue as he plunged into her harder, faster, gathering her in his iron-muscled arms when she began to shudder with the hottest, hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced.

  And for the first time in her life she felt hot semen bathe her womb in long, staccato bursts that fed her climax and kept it going on forever. Pak Song apparently hadn’t been joking when he’d told her she was renting the deluxe, luxury model, she thought as she lay in Guy’s arms, for he not only looked human. He functioned like one, too.