Dark Passions: Dark Romance Boxed Set, page 57
Keera pulled out and rolled Neenah onto her stomach and pulled her knees up under her so that her ass was sticking up in the air. She pushed the dildo back into Neenah’s pussy and resumed fucking her. Reaching behind her, Keera grabbed the bottle of lube that she had laid on the bed and poured it onto Neenah’s ass. She rubbed it around Neenah’s puckered asshole, massaged the bud, relaxing it so that it would accept her finger, and then she slowly slid her finger inside Neenah’s tight ass.
As Neenah felt the finger push into her ass, she moaned with animalistic lust and humped her ass against the invader. Having the dildo in her pussy and a finger inside her ass felt so good that she knew her body would soon be in the clutches of a monstrous orgasm.
“You nasty slut, you are getting off on having your ass fingered,” Keera taunted as she slipped a second finger inside Neenah’s ass, trying to stretch her out so that she could fuck Neenah in the ass with the strap on.
Neenah was precariously close to coming, but the training she had been put through to learn self-control was helping her to hold off its impending arrival. She knew that if she held it off for as long as possible, the orgasm would be extremely powerful.
Keera thought she had sufficiently stretched Neenah’s asshole, so she pulled her fingers out of Neenah’s ass and pulled the dildo out of Neenah’s sopping pussy. Keera poured more lube onto Neenah’s ass and apply it liberally to the dildo and then put the head of the dildo against Neenah’s pucker.
Neenah was extremely close to coming and all she could think about was that she needed something big inside her. She pushed back against the dildo causing the tip to slide into her hole. Neenah gasped at the feeling of being stretched wide around the huge dildo.
Keera stayed still for a moment, letting Neenah get used to the feeling and then slowly pushed the dildo further into Neenah’s ass, stopping every couple of inches for Neenah’s ass to adapt to the size of the fat dildo. Soon, she had the dildo completely inside Neenah.
Neenah groaned and squirmed, needing to feel the huge cock thrusting inside her ass. Slowly, it began to move inside her, and she ground her ass back into it, trying desperately to speed up the thrusts as it plunged in and out of her ass.
“Just look at you slut, you want to be fucked so badly that you are humping against my dick. Tell me what you want!”
“Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard!” Neenah screamed, all self-control gone.
Keera began pounding into Neenah’s ass, getting more turned on with each thrust. The base of the dildo was banging against her clit with each thrust, and she was not sure if she would be able to prevent the orgasm. Considering how long it had been since she had been allowed to cum, getting punished might very well be worth the amazing feeling of having an orgasm overtake her body and leave her breathless.
Neenah wished that she could reach down and play with her clit while Keera fucked her in the ass. Her whole body was on fire, screaming with the need to cum. Almost as if she could read Neenah’s mind, Keera reached under and began flicking Neenah’s clit with her finger. That was all Neenah needed and her orgasm came screaming through her body, hips bucking against the dildo as it furiously reamed her ass.
Hearing Neenah scream out during her orgasm combined with the way the base of the dildo banged against her clit was more than Keera could take and her body began to shudder with the orgasm that coursed through her body. She stayed quiet and tried to disguise what was happening to her body the best she could, hoping that if Master was watching, he would not be able to see her face. If he could, punishment was sure to follow fairly quickly. She could be quiet when necessary, and even keep her body fairly still during orgasm, but she could not control the expressions of passion on her face. It was a dead giveaway to whether or not she had experienced an orgasm.
Both women spent, Keera slowly withdrew from Neenah’s ass and yanked off the harness, collapsing on the bed beside Neenah. Neenah was fairly certain from the look on Keera’s face that she had climaxed, but she did not want to ask her for fear that Master was listening. She hoped that he would not be able to tell that Keera had cum. She did not want Keera to be punished after bringing her such fantastic pleasure.
After a few minutes spent recovering from the exhausting fuck session, Keera slowly rolled off the bed. “It is time for supper. You slept through lunch. I will go fix us something to eat.”
“Wait!” Neenah cried out. “How about untying me before you leave the room?”
“Oops, sorry, I had forgotten that I tied you up.” Keera said as she released Neenah’s hands from the ropes that bound her to the headboard. “Come on in the kitchen after you have cleaned yourself up a bit. Just wash off, I will take care of bathing you after we have eaten.”
Neenah got off the bed and walked through the living area to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth out of the linen closet. She soaked it with water and washed the lube and drying pussy juices from her mound and ass.
Walking into the kitchen she asked Keera, “Why do we have the old fashioned tub and sink that uses water instead of the more modern hygiene chamber?”
“Master feels that the old fashioned way of bathing is much more relaxing for the body. The warm water soothes tired and tense muscles and considering what we do, that definitely comes in handy after some rough nights. You have not experienced heaven until you soak in the whirlpool tub. That thing does wonders for tired, aching muscles. It helps brings relief to our used and abused pussies and asses also.”
“Well, it certainly sounds like heaven. I had never seen an old fashioned bath, except in history pictures, until they did the preparation phase before putting me up for auction. I had always been taken care of in the hygiene chamber before then.
“Listen Keera, I know you hold some resentment towards me because of the whole primary thing, but I wish you wouldn’t. I did not choose to be Master’s primary. Trust me, I would much rather be back home on Anthar right now. I really like you and hope that we can become friends. I have a feeling that friends are hard to come by and keep in this kind of life style.”
Keera quietly pondered Neenah’s words, knowing that she spoke the truth. It was not fair to Neenah to treat her badly just because Master had chosen her to be primary. After all, it was not Neenah’s fault. If Keera had not misbehaved so badly and caused Master so much trouble, she would still be his primary. She only had herself to blame, and Neenah was right. Friends were a precious commodity for people forced into this life style.
“You are right,” Keera sighed. “It is not your fault. I guess that I am still angry with myself for screwing things up so royally. I knew when I acted that way that Master would come down on me hard. You seem to be very nice and I would love to get to know you better. You are a very beautiful woman and I could absolutely get used to fucking you on a regular basis,” Keera said with a laugh. “Now finish up your food so we can get you soaking in a nice hot bath.”
Neenah was very happy that Keera seemed to have put away the resentment she had been carrying against her. She hoped that Master allowed them to spend time with each other often. Things would be so much easier to handle if she had a friend and confidant.
Keera went into the bathroom to run the water in the tub while Neenah finished her meal. She was looking forward to bathing Neenah. She was such a beautiful young woman. Her sexuality had without a doubt been wasted on that archaic planet of which she ruled. Of course, being a sex slave was also not the station in life that she thought Neenah probably deserved, but it was her life to live at this moment. It was not unheard of for a slave escape or to be rescued, and on rare occasion, it did so happen that a Master would fall in love with a slave and emancipate her and then marry her, giving her all the wealth and station that a wife of his would deserve.
As she finished running the bathwater, Neenah walked in. She motioned Neenah over to the tub, and in Neenah climbed. Once Neenah had sat down and had sunk into the water, Keera pushed the button that turned on the whirlpool jets.
Startled, Neenah yelped and swiftly sat up. Laughing, Keera said, “It is okay. It is just the jets of the whirlpool. See how the water shoots out from the side of the tub? It has an intake vent that sucks water through and then shoots it back out of the jets. It is the pulsing water from the jets that help to soothe your tense muscles.”
Neenah gradually slid back down in to the water until everything except her head was immersed. “Ummm, you were not joking. This feels absolutely fabulous!
“So, tell me Keera. Do you know much about the other slave, Nylia? Why is her training taking so much longer than mine did?”
“Well… I only know what I have witnessed and what I have heard Master mutter under his breath, but it seems that dear Nylia has extreme problems with obedience. I have witnessed her being punished on several occasions. Master made the first one public, like he did yours, but instead of it bothering her, it seemed to delight her, so he has not done that again. Most slaves find public punishment humiliating, but there are a select few that get off on it. Nylia appears to be one of those rare few. I also think that she likes to be punished, so Master is having a difficult time finding punishments that work for her.
“From what I have heard about her background, she was the spoiled brat daughter of a wealthy business man on Anthar. Obviously, she is used to getting whatever she wants and doing whatever she wants. I do not know if Master will persevere and break her or if he will give up and sell her off to a Master who has more brutal ways of making a slave obey.
“You are lucky that Master won the auction for you. I have heard many horror stories of other what happens to other slaves. Many masters are not as caring as Master is. Most do not care about a slave’s health or well-being. Master feels that we are worth more to him if we are kept in good health and conditioning. He can get more money for us when we are renting out as escorts if we look good and are well taken care of. Also, we can bring more pleasure to him and his clients if we are healthy. Master took me with him to the auction to help take care of you on the ship. I saw the being that was the last one bidding against Master. He was a Droigoird, and they are one nasty bunch.
“Not only do they not bathe regularly and therefore smell to the high heavens, but they are also reputed to be horrible masters who care nothing for their slaves. They only want them for holes with which to pleasure themselves. They care nothing about a slave’s hygiene or health. From what I hear, most slaves that have the misfortune to be bought by Droigoirds do not live very long. Between not being taken care of and the abuse that they sustain, their bodies do not hold out very long.”
While they talked further about unimportant things, Keera began to slowly bathe Neenah, moving the soft wash cloth over Neenah’s toned body. She admired her long muscular legs, her flared hips, and her pert round breasts. Her rich auburn hair that fell in coils down her back was some of the most beautiful hair that Keera had ever seen. It lay in stark contrast to Neenah’s pale skin, as did her full red lips. The color on them was so deep that Keera wondered if they had been treated so as to permanently appear that way.
“Oh, I just thought of something else that I had been wondering about,” Neenah said, interrupting Keera’s thoughts about her body. “Why isn’t Nylia’s pussy shaved like mine and yours are?”
“Well, Master has two levels of clients that he caters to. The upper level expects the slaves they use to be clean and taken care of; this usually also means that they prefer them to not have hair in their nether regions. The other group is the lower level, which normally includes the more vile aliens and shady characters. These generally prefer the slaves they use to be a bit rougher edged. Nylia will likely be rented out to the lower group if she can ever manage to pass training. Now, don’t get me wrong. Even the lower level group knows better than to harm Master’s slaves. Anyone who harms one of us has to answer to Master, and Master has a reputation for being very harsh.
“Ok, I am finished with your bath. You can stay in here and relax in the soothing water for a little while longer or you can get out. If you want to do your hair, you can step in the shower and do it. There’s shampoo and conditioner in there for your use.”
“Thanks Keera, I will probably do that. It is starting to get tangled and frizzed, so it definitely does need a good shampooing.”
Neenah got out of the tub and stepped into the shower and washed her hair, making sure that all of the tangles had been taken care of before she turned off the water and stepped out. Keera was standing there waiting for her, with a fresh towel in her hand.
“We have got the necessary tools for you to self-style your hair, or you can call for the style machine that will set your hair in the style of your choosing and it will stay set for a few days.”
“You know, I think I will do it myself. Taking care of my hair was one thing that I did do myself, though I generally had to wash it in a basin because we did not have the old fashioned plumbing and bathing units.”
Neenah spent quite some time on fixing her hair, trying to make the curls behave and be styled so that they looked nice and would appeal to Master. When she was finished, she joined Keera, who was watching a video on the big screen, in the living room.
“What are you watching?” Neenah asked.
“Oh, basically I am just flipping the channels. Watching nothing but porn tends to get old after a while.”
“Why does Master not allow us to watch other things?”
“I guess he wants us to keep our minds on what we are here to do. Though, I cannot see why watching a real movie or television show would cause us to lose sight of what we do here.”
Neenah and Keera spent the rest of the day in easy companionship and then went to bed when the lights automatically shut down, signaling that it was time to go to sleep.
Chapter Six
Neenah awoke the next morning and checked her control panel and was told that Master was still working on Nylia’s training, so Neenah would have another free day. She hoped that the free day would apply to Keera as well, for she did not see how she would pass the time without someone to talk to without getting extremely bored.
She walked out into the living area and heard noise in the kitchen, so she headed that way, figuring that Keera would be in there making breakfast. Sure enough, when she walked through the door, she saw Keera putting the breakfast food on two plates.
“Good morning Neenah. I have already made breakfast. Here is your plate. Have a seat.”
Neenah sat down and began to eat her breakfast. “This is delicious Keera. Did you cook this yourself or did you order it from the food service?”
“I cooked it myself. Thank you for the compliment.”
“I have no idea how you do that. I had never seen an old fashioned stove until coming here. The palace was always stocked with the most up to date, hi tech contraptions. I would love to learn how to cook. Is it difficult?”
“Well, it can be. There are easy dishes that you can make, but when you get into making meals with more than one dish, it can get complicated. There is a section on your lap top that allows you to send requests to Master. You can ask him if he will allow the librarian to send you articles on cooking or videos with lessons. He would possibly even unlock the cooking channel on the big screen in order for you to learn. Contacting him through our lap tops is about the only way that we have to communicate with him except for those rare times when he allows us to talk freely in his presence.”
Neenah and Keera finished up with breakfast and moved into the living area. As they settled on the couch, Neenah decided to see if she could find out a little bit more about Keera’s background.
“Keera, how old were you when you became a slave?”
“I was eighteen. Oh, I thought that I had the best of everything and that I was gonna be someone great. I had a wonderful man who wanted to marry me and a promising career. That all came crashing down one night when our city was attacked by alien marauders. My man and I had been out on the town, enjoying the sights of the city when all chaos broke loose. We tried to get away, but it was no use. The marauders were numerous and well-armed. They had the city surrounded before we could get away.
“When we were caught, one of the marauders ripped off my dress so that he could see what kind of body that I had. My man reacted on instinct and leaped forward to protect me, so they vaporized him. One second he was there; the next he was gone. I spent the next few days in a fog. I just have vague flashes here and there about what happened. I know that I was passed from marauder to marauder, just like any other female that was found was.
“They kept us all in this one big room that had only one toilet, no sink, no bed, no blankets and was not temperature controlled. By the end of the week, most of us were sick. We didn’t know if the marauders intended to keep us for their personal use or sell us. They are usually known for using what they find and then getting rid of it, either by selling it off or destroying it.
“Most of us were hoping to be sold, since that would give us the possibility of being bought by a good Master. After a couple of weeks, we were all herded into this giant chamber and most of us were screaming and crying, thinking that it was a gas chamber and that we were all going to be eliminated. However, it was just a giant hygiene chamber, and they were attempting to clean us up before selling us at auction.
“We were taken out into the middle of the town square where they were having a public auction. There were many different slave traders there buying and selling and then you had the Masters who were looking for personal slaves or slaves to rent out as escorts. To this day, I am not sure why Master was there. Normally, he only goes to the higher classes auctions, the ones held by at least half way legitimate traders. Regardless of that, he was there. I did not go up on the block until over three quarters of the group had been sold.
“There was the normal dickering among the traders until a loud and commanding voice boomed out saying he would take this slave and could top the highest bid of anyone in the crowd. That of course, caused much boasting from the other traders that no one could out bid them, and that I would be theirs. In the end, Master was right. He won the auction for me and then left immediately. He didn’t even stay to see the rest of the slaves being auctioned. I do not know if he came only intending to buy one and he saw something in me that he liked, or if he never intended to buy a slave at all and something made him bid on me.
