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Chapter One

Luna Ten

 

Ecstatic moans and whimpers from Luna Ten’s
mated couples mingled with the chirping of the birds. A gentle breeze rustled
softly through the branches of fruit trees laden with ripening peaches, pears
and apples. The heady scent of the purple, flowering vines lent a sweet, spicy
fragrance to the clean, fresh air. The vines were unique to Luna Ten. They
sensed and obeyed the Masters, binding the slaves in submissive positions for
their Masters’ pleasure.

What a perfect day for fucking in the
glade, for savoring erotic perfection and sharing sexual pleasures without the
repression of Federation laws! Doreen Kelly strolled across the soft grass
carpet of the fucking glade, enjoying the gentle tug of the gold ring that
pierced her clit. Her long, unbound hair moved in sensual patterns against her
back and shoulders.

Doreen’s cunt grew wet as she watched Guy
fuck Cassie. Damn it, why couldn’t it be her beneath him while he thrust his
huge, purple-headed cock into her cunt? Each delighted exclamation that came
from her sister’s mouth got her hotter, more desperate to have a man instead of
a sexbot’s mechanical tool. Her nipples felt swollen and needy, and her clit
twitched as she imagined a lover tweaking the ring and then reaming her cunt
with a real cock.

She watched Guy’s cyborg eyes turn red,
signaling the lust that fueled every deep, deliberate thrust, each light tug on
the chain that connected Cassie’s nipple rings to the one in her clit. Guy had
one hand fisted at the base of Cassie’s braid, tugging it every time he pulled
his glistening, jeweled tool back before plumbing her cunt once more. Gods, but
Doreen wanted that kind of fucking, too. She wanted to contract her muscles
around a rock-hard, jeweled fucking tool, and she wanted—no, needed—to feel a
man spurt hot semen into her.

Drawn inexorably by the sights and sounds
of impending sexual gratification, she inched closer. She watched as Guy sank
into Cassie—to his satiny smooth, ruby-studded scrotum—one last time and
bellowed. She saw how his powerful ass muscles contracted as he shouted his
triumph. His heavy testicles and Cassie’s labia glistened with the slick juices
of sex. Doreen’s cunt clenched rhythmically, as though it were trying to milk
the semen Guy was spurting into her sister’s deliciously helpless body.

Good trick if you can do it, Doreen.
Her nipples tingled, fiery hot with lust though the cool breeze
swirled around them. Her sister and the big, gorgeous cyborg were mated.
Promised to each other for life. To each other alone. Nobody else.

I’m fucking out of luck.

Doreen couldn’t stand any more of this
watching and wanting. She looked toward the other side of the glade, only to
see the colony leader fucking his mate’s ass with a strap-on while gently
probing her cunt with his own impressive tool. What would it feel like for a
Master to take her hair or lick her slick, smooth scalp the way Brad was doing
to Aurora? How would it feel if she had a Master and he rubbed his pierced
tongue over the taut skin of her distended belly that would soon expel his son
or daughter?

Damn it, Doreen didn’t want a Master. But
she wanted—no, she needed—to submit. To a man. Not a sexbot and not a eunuch.

Too bad Guy had been mistaken in his
assumption that there would be unattached male Earthlings on Luna Ten. Her
newest sexbot and the twin eunuch houseboys who’d become her friends in the two
months since she’d settled here would have to satisfy her. They’d better
satisfy her. Now. Her nipples hardened and elongated in anticipation of
Aloysius’ and Argus’ attentive suckling. And her clit swelled and twitched,
setting the small, gold ring into motion. Gods, but her cunt was on fire.

By the time Doreen sprinted the two hundred
yards or so to her shelter beneath a graceful native tree much like the
towering oaks on Earth, she was wet, hot, and more than ready for release.
Where in ten hells were her eunuchs? She eyed her sexbot, reclining in readiness
on her sleeping couch. Good thing she didn’t have to find
him
, too.

“Aloysius! Argus!” she yelled. Then she
impaled herself on the sexbot’s ten-inch cock.

“Yes, mistress?” the twins asked in unison
as they ran to her side, white robes flapping and the bells on the ends of
their rope belts tinkling. Before Doreen could order them to service her, they
prostrated themselves beside the couch, the fronts of their turbans cushioning
their foreheads from the hard, pink tile flooring. She’d yet to understand why eunuchs
and sterilized females covered their bodies from head to toe as the law
required on Earth, while most inhabitants of Luna Ten went naked, weather
permitting.

“Come on, boys. I thought we were beyond
all this bowing and scraping. Busy yourselves pleasuring me,” she told them
with as much patience as she could muster. It felt strange but good when
Aloysius knelt at one side of her and Argus at the other, each suckling on the
hard nub of a nipple and kneading one of her breasts while she rode the bot.

The exotic, erotic smell of the purple
flowers in the fucking glade lingered in her hair, still warm from the rays of
the scarlet suns of Luna Ten. Something magical, highly arousing, emanated from
those vines that trapped and bound the slaves of the Masters. Her cunt clenched
around the sexbot’s cock, but she wanted more.

Her swollen clit ached for attention. She
shifted position slightly and brought the hard nub in contact with the bot. It
wasn’t enough. “Go faster, damn you. Fuck me harder. Now. Fuck me, sexbot. Hard
and fast and deep, and don’t stop until I come.”

“Your…wish…is…my…command…my…mistress.”

The bot’s deliberate monotone annoyed
Doreen. But it responded to her command, creaking a bit as it slid its cock
deep into her cunt with a little more force, a slightly increased speed. It
kept an annoyingly steady rhythm. A mechanical rhythm, as though it were
programmed to make just one thrusting motion at the same angle, at one of
several predetermined speeds. If the bot hadn’t come with ten inches of thick,
realistic-feeling equipment between its legs, Doreen would have sent it back to
the manufacturer where she ordered it and commissioned Pak Song, the renowned
master robot maker on Obsidion, to make her a replacement.

“Argus. Keep sucking my nipples. I like how
you do that. Aloysius, fuck my ass. Use your fingers. No, use the dildo. And
fuck me hard. I wish to the gods that they’d let you keep your cock.”

“I’m sorry, mistress.” The eunuch sounded
regretful. “But it was never as big as your dildo.”

That’s right, Aloysius and Argus had still
been children when they’d been made eunuchs. Complete eunuchs—their cocks had
been removed as well. “Not your fault. Didn’t mean to embarrass you. Oh, fuck,
I’m so hot I’m in agony, and the bot’s just not doing the job.” Doreen
squirmed, trying to change angles, take the mechanical cock deeper inside her
swollen cunt. “Fuck me faster, you damn machine!”

The bot sped up, slamming hard and fast
into her. She met its movements, enhancing the sensations. Argus sucked first
one nipple and then the other, licking and lightly biting the sensitive tips
while he massaged her breasts with big, gentle hands. “Oh gods, yes. That feels
delicious.”

Aloysius probed her anus with the dildo,
moving in and out, stretching the tissue there and trying to maintain the
sexbot’s frantic rhythm. Oh yeah. It felt good. So good. “Faster. I’m almost
ready. Help me, damn it.”

The sexbot responded almost as though it
were human, accelerating its motion way beyond its tested top speed. Argus bit
her nipple, hard. Doreen gasped. The pressure built inside her. She was
ready…gods above, she was about to come. “Don’t stop. Fuck me. Harder.”

“I…am…arghhh…” The bot began to make
ominous groaning noises, and it slowed practically to a crawl.

“Fuck me, you miserable machine. If you
stop now I’ll toss you in the trash dump. I’ll…I’ll shoot you into space and
watch you orbit Luna Ten.”

“Mistress…I…am…burning…” Suddenly the
sexbot came to a complete halt and slumped, its head half off the chaise
lounge. Black smoke and a strange, acrid odor rose from it, permeating the air
in the room.

Aloysius withdrew the dildo from her ass
and snatched the bot from beneath Doreen. He slammed it to the ground then
jumped back, apparently singed by the heat. “Beg pardon, mistress, but the
sexbot is on fire.”

So was Doreen. But not in the way Aloysius
obviously meant. “Make me come. Both of you.” Aloysius obliged, probing her ass
again with the dildo while Argus tongued her clit. He used his fingers, too, to
fuck her cunt, but she needed more. “By the gods, I knew I ought to have bought
strap-ons for you two when that supply transporter stopped here last week.”

Her release, when it finally came, was a
poor imitation of the ecstasy she had witnessed Cassie and Aurora enjoying in
the glade.

To add insult to injury, Doreen now sat
watching while the sexbot she’d spent several thousand credits on disintegrated
on the floor in a haze of flame and thick, black smoke. Her nostrils stung from
the increasingly putrid smell, while Argus and Aloysius kept dumping pitcher
after pitcher of water on what little was left of the bot, to put out the fire.

Doreen eyed the smoldering carcass then
glanced at her houseboys, who seemed not at all perturbed to have missed out on
the casual caresses she usually bestowed on them after they brought her
pleasure. Suddenly it hit her. Her touch meant nothing to them, other than
probably to remind them they no longer had the capacity to enjoy the sexual
pleasure she took as her due. When they stimulated her, they got none of the
sensations she demanded they provide to her.

Those strap-ons wouldn’t do a thing toward
giving Aloysius or Argus pleasure, any more than reaming her with its
mechanical cock would have gotten the unfortunate sexbot off before its demise.

Doreen was taking pleasure from them all,
without giving any in return. And that was what kept her constantly
unsatisfied, seeking.

At that moment she made her decision. Fuck
independence. If she was to be completely satisfied, she needed a Master after
all. By giving him pleasure, she’d find the ultimate sexual ecstasy she’d been
missing for so long.

* * * * *

“I want a whole man. Don’t even talk to me
about a new sexbot,” Doreen told Nebula and Cassie as her sisters stared at the
still-sizzling carnage a couple of hours later. “Not even one of Pak Song’s
deluxe models can do what I want.”

Guy grinned at the carcass. “So you fucked
your new sexbot to death. This is the third one, isn’t it?”

Doreen would have loved to wipe the smirk
off her brother-in-law’s handsome face, especially when he slid his hand down
Cassie’s shoulder until it covered her breast and bent his head to nip her
earlobe. “Cassie, don’t you feel lucky that you don’t have to rely on
technology?”

“Yes, Master.” From the way Cassie
squirmed, Doreen figured Guy was jiggling that chain that connected the rings
in her nipples with the one in her clit. Seeing her sister flush with arousal
was getting her hot all over again. It was purely disgusting, yet incredibly
arousing, the way Cassie bent her head and lowered her gaze in a gesture of
willing submission.

Doreen managed to focus on Guy’s face, not
what he was doing to her sister. “Technology? Just what do you think
you’re
made of, Guy Stone?”

Guy laughed. “If Cassie and I weren’t
mated, I’d show you. Since we are, you’ll have to take her word that I can’t be
fucked to death. What can we do to help?”

Nebula stood in her pale-blue robe, her
hands folded, her veiled head held erect. Though she’d taken to wearing the
same garb as the eunuchs since her sterilization last month, at least
she
didn’t bow and scrape to any Master the way Cassie did. Unlike Doreen, Nebula
seemed serene, at peace with herself and her life here on Luna Ten. “Let me
know if you need help later, cleaning up this mess. I’m going to go find Argus
and Aloysius and make sure they didn’t get hurt.”

“They’re okay. I saw them out near the
transporter landing pad,” Guy responded.

“You might want them to dispose of the
body.” Nebula’s lips twitched a little, as though it amused her that Doreen had
murdered the poor bot. “We could have a funeral for it, but after all, it’s
only a burned-out sexbot, not a person. You’re lucky it didn’t catch your whole
house on fire.”

Nebula couldn’t help with what Doreen
needed. Guy might be able to, though. Doreen looked the big cyborg in the eye.
“You talked us into coming here. Now I think you owe it to me to help me find
my own Master.”

“But Doreen, you said you’d never be a
man’s slave.” Cassie leaned into Guy’s hand, her breathing growing ragged when
he increased the tension of his thumb on the chain. “Although I can’t imagine
why—”

“On your knees. Now.” Guy shifted his hand,
caught the golden leash on Cassie’s wide, jeweled collar, and tugged it gently.
Cassie knelt and began to lick along the length of his cock while she raked his
hard-muscled inner thighs with light touches of her pink nails. “That’s right,
my darling little slave. Suck me. Give me more.” It took nothing more than
Guy’s murmured command for Cassie to lower her mouth onto his shaft, tilting
her head so she could take the thick, bulbous head of his luscious-looking cock
down her throat and swallow.

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