Chained

by Evangeline Anderson

  “I know they’re dangerous if you let someone who doesn’t know they're doing go fucking around with them,” he said, frowning. “I’ve heard stories of escaped slaves who tried to deal with their own implants…” He shook his head. “Anyway, what’s going on?”

  “I can’t feel my own hands when I…when I touch myself there.” Maggie nodded at the spot between her legs. “It’s like I’m totally numb from my lower pelvis to my upper thighs. I can’t feel anything when I touch myself except the need getting worse and worse, no matter how hard I try.”

  Kor frowned and placed a hand on her thigh. “Can you feel this?”

  Maggie threw back her head with a little gasp. “Ah! God, yes. That I can feel. I just can’t feel my own hands…my own fingers.”

  “So you can’t help yourself,” Kor murmured, frowning. Apparently the implant was worse than he’d imagined. Suddenly the slaver’s promise that Maggie would be eager to do anything to get him to touch her made more sense. The implant didn’t just increase a slave’s desire—it made them physically unable to get relief from anyone but their master.

  “No.” Maggie put a hand to her face, hiding her eyes. “No, I can’t…can’t help myself.”

  Kor frowned. “Who the hell designed that thing? I’m going to have something to say to them after they get it out of you. Fucking sick bastard.”

  “I just…I can’t…” Maggie was looking more and more distressed. “Kor,” she burst out. “It hurts. I mean, it feels good but it’s too good. Too much. I can’t…can’t stand it!”

  “Do you need help?” He looked at her directly. “Look, blondie, I don’t want to take advantage. But if you really can’t stand it…”

  “I…” She looked down in shame, her hands twisting in her lap. “It’s awful, Kor. I feel like my nerves are on fire. I guess…I guess I do need help.”

  Kor sat and looked at her for a long moment. She was breathing hard and her tousled curls framed a flushed face. The thin scarlet band that encircled her breasts had pulled down on one side, baring one plump, dark pink nipple and part of the tiny red skirt was flipped up, showing just a hint of her soft little pussy. She was so beautiful—so desirable—it hurt Kor to look at her. But it hurt him even more to see her in pain. He wanted to help her but he didn’t want to add to that pain, didn’t want to overload her with guilt.

  “Maggie, look at me,” he said quietly, lifting her chin. At first she refused to meet his eyes. Kor waited patiently, refusing to give up. At last, she looked up at him reluctantly.

  “What?” she asked in a small voice.

  “This desire inside you, this need, it isn’t your fault,” Kor told her firmly. “It’s the implant. And I know I’m not the male you want to help you, but your fiancé isn’t here—I’m afraid I’m it.”

  “I know you are,” she whispered. “I just…I feel so guilty asking for your help. Asking you to…”

  “To do what’s necessary,” Kor said softly. “To give you what you need, to ease your pain. Do you think your fiancé would want you to be hurting? Would he want you in agony?”

  She bit her lip. “No, I don’t…don’t think so.”

  “Then you have to let me help you,” Kor told her. “And you need to let go of the guilt. It’s not your fault, Maggie. You can’t help this—you can only deal with it as it comes. And I’m the only one here to help you deal with it.”

  She looked away. “I can’t believe you even want to. I thought you hated me for—”

  “For staying true to your intended? No.” Kor shook his head. “Your loyalty is one of the things I love about you, Maggie. One of the things that makes me want you so badly.”

  “Oh, Kor…” Her eyes flitted to his for a moment and then she looked just as quickly away.

  “I won’t lie about that,” he went on, roughly. “I do want you. But I know your heart belongs to someone else. So I swear to you here and now to only do what is necessary to ease your pain. I won’t take advantage of you, Maggie. Do you understand?”

  Slowly, she nodded. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” Kor stroked the tousled curls out of her face and looked at her directly. “Do you need my help now?”

  She nodded again, her eyes filled with pain. It hurt his heart to see that mixture of need and shame in her lovely face. He wanted to erase it somehow but he didn’t know how. All he could do was try to make this as easy for her as possible.

  He longed to take her in his arms and kiss her, to hold her close while he brought her to the edge. Instead he extended a single hand to her and rested his fingertips lightly on her thigh.

  “Do you want to do it the same way?” he asked. “Want me to cup you and let you rub against me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, unable to meet his eyes. "Please."

  “Then raise your skirt, for me, sweetheart, and spread your legs,” Kor directed. “Let me give you what you need.”

  Her face flushed with shame, Maggie did as he asked. Slowly she got to her knees on the broad cushion of the couch and spread her legs. Then, hands trembling, she lifted the tiny red skirt.

  Kor couldn’t keep a low curse from escaping him. He’d thought she was hot and in need before, when she was on the block. But that was nothing to what he saw now. Her little cunt was swollen with need, the outer lips parting to show her dark pink folds and the ripe little button of her clit. Her juices were also flowing freely, coating her pussy and inner thighs with her honey, making him long to bend down and lap it up from the source. His cock surged in his pants, snarling for release. Gods, how he wanted to worship her sweet pussy with his tongue!

  Sternly, Kor controlled himself. He was only giving her what she needed, he reminded himself. Only easing her pain. He wouldn’t go there, wouldn’t taste her, unless it was absolutely necessary.

  He wasn’t wearing gloves this time—a fact that wasn’t lost on him as he reached between her legs and cupped her sweet, open cunt. Gods, she was hot—and so wet his palm was immediately drenched. Oh yes, she needed this badly.

  Maggie moaned breathlessly and held herself back for only a moment before settling more firmly into his hand. Kor could see the overwhelming desire in her eyes, could feel the soft, hot, wetness in the palm of his hand and he knew how desperate she was.

  “All right, blondie,” he murmured, trying to control his own lust. “It’s all right—I’m going to take care of you.” Slowly he spread her pussy lips and slid two fingers into her slippery folds, bracketing her clit just as he had before.

  Maggie cried out and rubbed against him but this time the action didn’t seem to satisfy her. Leaning forward, she gripped his arm with one small hand, her eyes wild.

  “Please, Kor…I need…inside me. Please.”

  She needs penetration—like before, Kor realized. “All right, sweetheart,” he murmured.

  His cock surged again but he ignored it and slid two fingers deep into her tight channel. Gods, how he wished it was his tongue or his cock instead! But he squashed the thought quickly. That’s not what Maggie wants—not what she needs, he told himself sternly. This is what she needs. Just this and nothing more.

  With his thumb, he began a slow stroking motion over her swollen clit. Maggie’s eyes fluttered closed and she let out a low, breathless moan. Then she began to move, rolling her hips in time with his rhythm as he thrust deep into her core, filling her as well as he could with his fingers.

  It didn’t take long for her to come. Kor knew when it happened because her grip on his arm tightened and her inner walls began to contracting around his invading fingers. But best of all he liked the soft little cries that were torn from her lips. Cries that sounded suspiciously like his name…Gods, he could imagine her crying and moaning like that when he was on top of her, could imagine her scratching his back and pulling his hair, begging him to take her harder, to fuck her deeper…

  He was so caught up in the fantasy that he almost didn’t notice something was wrong. But then his ear caught the not
e of distress in her voice and he realized something—before when he’d helped her come, the implant in her belly button had stopped blinking for a short while and then started again only slowly. This time it hadn’t stopped at all, in fact it was blinking even faster than before he’d first tried to help her. What the hell was going on?

  “Please!” Maggie gasped. “Please, I can’t…I don’t know what’s wrong. But even though I came it still…I still need…need something else. I don’t…I can’t…”

  Understanding came to him in a flash. The cycle—it’s accelerating. She needs more.

  * * * * *

  “You need more,” Maggie heard him say and then suddenly she was on her back on the golden brocade couch with her tiny skirt flipped up and her legs spread.

  “Kor,” she gasped. “Kor, what are you doing? You said you’d only…only do what you had to.”

  “I am,” he said roughly. His eyes caught hers and held them. “Tell me, blondie, is it better now, since you came on my fingers?”

  “N-no,” Maggie confessed. “It’s not like before when you touched me and I felt so relieved. It’s like…like the uh, implant needs something else.” She looked warily at the hard bulge in his leather pants. “But, Kor, you can’t—”

  “Don’t worry,” he growled. “Not going to fuck you, sweetheart. At least, not with my cock.”

  “Then…then how?” Maggie whispered.

  “Going to fuck you with my tongue. You need more—a more intense pleasure. I think this will help.”

  The need was driving her onwards, making her feel like she was burning up inside, but still Maggie hesitated. It wasn’t just the guilt that stopped her, it was the fact that this particular act carried such bad memories. Donald didn’t care for it and she’d never been bold enough to ask for it from any other lover. And while it was true that this was exactly what Kor had described wanting to do to her in the past, she had thought it was just talk—just dirty words to make her come. To find that he actually was willing to do it was shocking and a little disconcerting.

  “You don’t have to,” she whispered, trying to close her thighs. “I don’t want you to do something…something you’d rather not.”

  “Don’t have to?” He gave a quick, incredulous laugh. “What the hell are you talking about, blondie? I’ve been wanting to bury my tongue in your sweet pussy from the first minute I saw you. Didn’t I tell you that when I touched you at that crazy banquet?”

  “Well…yes,” Maggie admitted. “But I thought you were just…I don’t know…just talking. Just saying anything in order to help me come.”

  “I was telling you exactly what I wanted to do to you—not just talking,” he growled. “And what I want you to do right now is to spread your thighs and let me in. Let me open your sweet pussy with my tongue and lick and suck and fuck you until you come for me. Come all over my face.”

  As before, his hot dirty words excited her almost more than she could bear. Maggie felt her resistance melting away under the heat and intensity of his gaze. Maybe he really did want to do this. But still she hesitated.

  “I don't know,” she whispered at last. “Do you really think it would help?”

  “It had better,” he said, a touch grimly. “If it doesn’t the only other thing I can do is fuck you for real, and I know you don’t want that.”

  Maggie imagined herself welcoming him in, imagined taking that long, hard cock of his between her legs and deep into her pussy…and felt a fresh surge of guilt. God, she shouldn’t even be imagining that! But somehow she couldn’t seem to help herself.

  “Kor, I don't—” she began. Suddenly the ruby in her naval began to pulse even faster, as though demanding she do something soon. Maggie gasped and arched her back as the painful desire speared through her.

  “Enough stalling,” Kor growled, his eyes flashing red. “You’re hurting—that thing is actually fucking hurting you.” He frowned impatiently. “Look, if it’ll make you feel any better, I’ll take it slow. We’ll go step by step and try to do the bare minimum to make you feel better.”

  Maggie bit her lip. “What…what do you mean?”

  “I’ll just kiss you first…kiss the outside of your pussy. If that doesn’t help, well…” He shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling. “Then I’ll have to spread you open and kiss the inside. Maybe lick your clit.”

  “And what…what if that doesn’t help?” Maggie whispered, her heart pounding.

  Kor frowned. “Then I might have to put my tongue inside your soft little cunt. Might have to tonguefuck you and lap your honey right from the source. I’ll try not to but if it’s the only thing that’ll make you feel better…” He trailed off, one eyebrow raised as though to make his point.

  Maggie bit back a moan as the desire speared her again. “All right. But…you’ll just try kissing at first?”

  “I promise,” he swore softly. “We’ll take it in slow steps. But right now you need to spread your legs, blondie. Open yourself and let me help you. Let me make it better.”

  With a soft whimper of pain, Maggie complied. She couldn’t help herself—couldn’t stop what was already set in motion. She could only lie back and let Kor do what he could to help her ease the pain—even if that meant letting him spread her pussy with his tongue and lap her swollen little clit until she came for him.

  “Good girl,” he breathed as her pussy opened for him. “Gods, you have such a sweet little cunt. Can’t wait to taste you.” He looked up at Maggie. “But I’ll go slow at first, sweetheart. I know you’re sensitive so I’ll try to take it easy on you.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered but the words were lost in a moan. Because Kor had bent his head and was already laying a soft kiss on her outer pussy.

  “Tell me how it feels,” he murmured, looking up briefly. “If it helps.”

  “I think…think it does help some,” Maggie said softly.

  “But not enough. Look at that damn thing blinking.” He nodded to the ruby implant in her naval. “Afraid I’m going to have to spread you open, sweetheart. Kiss you inside.”

  “All…all right,” Maggie whispered breathlessly. “If you think you need to.”

  “I know I do.” He suited actions to words, spreading her outer pussy lips with his thumbs to bare her slick petals.

  Maggie’s breath caught in her throat as he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her spread pussy. The pleasure from the implant spiked for a moment, telling her this was right, that Kor was giving her what she needed…or almost what she needed. Because she still felt the drawing sensation—the need for something more.

  “Better?” he looked up again.

  “Almost.” It was barely a whisper. Maggie couldn’t drag her gaze from his mouth, which was shiny with her juices. As she watched, he licked his lips, clearly relishing her taste.

  “Gods, your pussy is sweet.” His deep voice was hoarse. “Going to suck your little clit now, Maggie. Suck it and lick it and kiss it to try and make you feel better. Okay?”

  She nodded mutely, unable to speak. Unable to protest that this was wrong, so wrong. Because, God, it felt incredibly right.

  “Good.” He bent between her legs again and pressed another hot kiss to the center of her cleft. Then Maggie felt the wet heat of his mouth surrounding the sensitive little button of her clit.

  She bit back a cry as he sucked her little pink pearl into his mouth and began to trace it gently with his tongue. God, she was on fire! It felt so good she could barely stand it and yet still the implant flashed and pulsed, calling for more.

  Kor took a long time licking and sucking her, tracing her carefully with the tip of his tongue one minute and then lashing her mercilessly the next. Her hands kept wanting to slide down and bury themselves in his thick black hair. She got as far as stroking his head but then she pulled back and curled her hands into fists at her sides instead. Urging him on would be like saying she wanted this, admitting that it felt better than anything she’d ever done with her fiancé back ho
me. She shouldn’t admit that…should she?

  At last he looked up again, his eyes half-lidded with lust. This time he didn’t even ask if she was better, just eyed the blinking ruby implant in her naval. Then he raised his eyes to hers.

  “Looks like I’ll have to tonguefuck you after all, blondie.” His voice was a low, hoarse growl. “How do you feel about that? Can you let me do it? Can you spread your sweet pussy and let me penetrate you with my tongue?”

  Maggie opened her mouth but found no words. She couldn’t even speak, she was in so much need. Mutely she lifted her hips, offering herself in silent submission.

  “That’s my good girl,” Kor growled with approval. “Open your pussy for me, Maggie—let me get in you deep.”

  Biting her lip, Maggie did as he said. Kor reached under her, scooping her ass into his hands, cradling her pelvis like a thirsty man with a bowl of water. God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this, couldn’t believe she was really spreading herself open to let him get his tongue into her as deeply as he could. But despite the unreality of the situation, the feel of his big, warm hands on her bottom and his hot breath blowing across her open pussy were the realest things she’d ever felt.

  “Oh, and I don’t mind if you want to hold on to me,” Kor said, looking up at her once more, briefly. “Pull my hair, scratch my back…do what you need to do.”

  “But…I don’t want to hurt you,” Maggie protested breathlessly.

  “Hurt me, sweetheart.” His eyes flashed briefly red. “Hurt me. I fucking love it. Love to feel how much you need what I’m giving you.” And then he pressed his face between her thighs and thrust his tongue deep into her pussy.

  Maggie gasped at the sudden invasion, her hips bucking involuntarily at the delicious sensation. Her hands reached down for his thick hair and this time she didn’t try to stop them. With a soft cry, she wove her fingers through the silky strands and bucked up again, trying to get more of his tongue inside her, trying to be as open as possible for his penetration.