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“I want your cock in my cunt. Please.”

“Please,
Master
.”

“Please fuck me, Master.”

That was all Giles needed to hear. He reared back then sank into her wet heat.

Gods, but she was tight. Exquisitely so. She milked his cock with her inner muscles, creating sensations so much sweeter than those he got from the mechanical efforts of his Federation-issued sexbot. Soft, yet firm, slick with her honey and his own lubrication, 17

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she squeezed his cock with every stroke, almost as though she wanted to hold him there, never let him go.

He bent, nipping first one and then the other of her painted nipples, tasting the familiar Martian aphrodisiac with its sweet, cherry flavor. They seemed larger than he remembered. No less responsive, though, for they beaded under his tongue. The lush flesh of her breasts pillowed his head.

His balls tightened painfully and his sac pulled up close to his body, free now from the ball-stretcher part of the restraint. She clamped down on his cock as he pounded into her cunt harder, faster. He’d waited beyond endurance, was desperate now to release the pressure, spurt out his seed.

“Come in me, Master. Give me your seed. You know you want to.” She held his head to her breasts, moaning softly when he sucked hard on a distended nipple.

He felt it then. The plug in her ass was expanding, tightening her grip on his cock even more as he fucked her. “Oh gods! Yes.” The first burst of semen exploded into her, scalding hot against his spasming flesh. He buried his cock to the balls, spurting his life into her womb, suckling her breasts. Devouring her. Coming in her cunt, going against everything his people had mandated that must only be done to a seed-harvesting sexbot.

Completely sated, Giles lay spent, his body cradled in the arms of his forbidden lover. His nemesis.

* * * * *

“Mommy!”

Oh no. Star glanced at the communicator screen, saw Giles’ gaze locked there, too, on the face of the toddler she doubted he’d ever believe was his daughter.

He turned to her. “What the hell?”

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“Let me talk to her.” Wrapping herself in the blanket from the bed, Star moved close to the screen. She would try to placate Giles later, but now her concern was for her little girl. “It’s past your bedtime, angel.”

“Want Mommy.”

Star hated seeing her baby scrunch up her face and cry. “Gillian, Mommy will be home very soon.” Within a few light-days if she could catch a transporter headed to Eastphalia. “I bought you a new toy to celebrate the solstice.”

“Oltith?” The word came out funny. Just fifteen months old, Gillian hadn’t quite mastered the letter “S”.

“Yes. To get your present, though, you must go to sleep now. G’nite.” No sooner had Gillian’s image faded from the communicator than Giles turned to Star, disgust plain on his handsome face. “You have a child you leave with others so you can ply your shameful trade?”

His obvious disgust made Star’s hackles rise. “Gillian stays with my mother.” She hated being away from her child but knew The Gates of Hell Dungeon was no place to bring up a child.

His sensual lips curved in what Star could only call a sneer, and his gaze settled on the numbers tattooed on her mound. “You entrust a little kid to the woman who apparently brought you up to become such a paragon of virtue?” Star bristled again at the accusatory sound of Giles’ voice. “The giving of pleasure is an honored profession among my people. One I proudly embrace and one, I note, that you seem to enjoy utilizing whenever your business brings you to Obsidion. Earthlings like you, to whom I give sexual favors that, I understand from Brendan, are forbidden to them back home, provide me with the means to care for my family…my daughter.” Magnificently naked, Giles strode to the communicator and looked at it as though he was trying to memorize Gillian’s image. “How old is she?” 19

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The intent way he was studying Gillian’s face unnerved Star. Why had Giles’

reaction rattled her so much that she forgot to delete her little girl’s picture from the screen?

“I asked you how old she is,” Giles repeated when she couldn’t come up with a ready response.

Star steeled herself against the sarcasm that surely was coming. Taking a deep, soothing breath, she met his gaze and said, “She’s fifteen months old.” Finally he blanked out the screen and strode to her. “Then she could be mine.” Scowling, he turned to Star. He didn’t sound at all pleased.

“My daughter is mine.” Determined not to show her distress, Star turned her back so Giles wouldn’t see the tears she felt welling in her eyes.

He laid his hands on her shoulders, so hard she felt the imprint of each large finger on her tender flesh. “Am I her father? Or do you even know?” He paused, his jaw tight when he turned her to face him and stared down at her. The scorn evident in his expression nearly broke her heart. “Of course you wouldn’t know, would you? How many men did you fuck during that winter solstice two years ago?” Should she lie? No, she wouldn’t insult her baby by intimating that she had no clue about who had fathered her. “No one but you, at least not in a way that would produce a child. Almost every male from anywhere in the galaxy except your Earth finds pleasure in being fucked, not fucking a woman. Only Earthlings like you seem obsessed with dipping their cocks into female cunts.” She paused, trying hard to regain her composure. “You were the only Earthling I pleasured during the time when she was conceived. Why should you care? According to Brendan, Earthling breeders father countless children without ever knowing them.”

“I have no idea whether I’ve fathered children on Earth, or if so how many.

Whenever I’m back on Earth I deposit my semen at one of the breeding farms to be used for impregnating any number of breeder females. But I’ve never before seen a face that looks so much like my own.” Giles glanced at the screen again, then looked back at 20

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Star. “I will never be allowed to know any children I may have sired back home. I want to meet Gillian.”

Panic gripped Star. Would he want to take Gillian to be reared in the Earth communes Brendan had told her about? “Why?”

His grip on her shoulders loosened somewhat, as though he realized he was hurting her. “Because…” He paused a minute then continued. “I need to know how she’s being cared for, if she has all she needs. Come, get dressed and gather whatever you were planning to take back to Eastphalia. I have the use of a small transporter, and I will take you there.”

Star had no doubt Giles had just issued not an invitation but an order.

“Yes, but I must cleanse myself first.”

His eyes glittered. “I will do that for you. I need to bathe as well.” She’d wondered if he intended to fuck her again while they showered. And, because the act was so intensely personal, she hoped he would leave and let her cleanse herself internally.

While they showered she lathered his sleek body and he bathed her. But he made no move to do more.

“I will cleanse you, also,” he said when they vacated the shower. From the tone of his voice she knew he wasn’t going to save her from the humiliation of having him witness the cleansing process she was required to perform as a Pleasure Mistress.

Her cheeks burning, she straddled the modified bidet but left the two tubes in place beside twin controls that managed the flow of water and cleansing solution.

Giles stepped up beside her, looked at the controls. “Which one goes where?” She told him, her face now feeling as if in flames as he reached between her legs and inserted the flexible douche fitting high in her cunt, the other fitting as high as he could maneuver it into her anus.

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As humiliating as it was for him to take over the chore no one but her eunuch had ever helped her perform before, she couldn’t help the strange sense of arousal that began when he released the flood of warm, scented water into both her orifices at once.

“I do it one at a time.”

“I don’t.” He straddled her face as she leaned back to let the cleansing do its job.

“Open your mouth. I want to fuck it now.”

His half-hard cock fit nicely into her mouth, but by the time she started feeling uncomfortably full from her cleansing, it had grown to its full, massive size. When he thrust in and out she took him deep. She felt invaded. Possessed.

By him. She cupped his balls, rubbed them and felt his round, heavy testicles rolling against her hands. Gods help her, she’d never gotten hot before while cleansing her body for the next sexual encounter. Not even the weight of Giles’ muscular thighs against her quickly bloating abdomen kept her cunt from clenching against the nozzle.

The cleansing would go on for five minutes, flooding her body cavities until they could hold no more, allowing suctioning the cleansers before beginning the cycle again.

Her body told her the time was almost up, and she longed for release from the fullness as well as the feeling that she had to come
now
.

At the moment she felt Giles’ cock spasm and tasted his slick, salty ejaculate, the flow of water stopped. When the suction process began after a short pause she screamed with the simultaneous sensations of coming and swallowing his release. Until he moved off her and disconnected her from the bidet, she kept climaxing.

She looked with lust and love at Giles. Admired his magnificent body, the chiseled features so like Gillian’s. He had made the experience she’d dreaded anything but humiliating once she accepted that she could hold nothing sacred from this lover.

“Dry off and get ready to go. Don’t forget to wash your face and brush your teeth, though.” She pictured how she must look, the sticky evidence of his climax on her mouth and cheeks. “Time is wasting,” he added as he strode out of the bathing room.

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She tried to tell herself she had no choice but to obey Giles. But a voice inside her said that wasn’t true. That she wanted him to take her, master her, make her as much his slave as Brendan was hers.

Quickly she washed and dressed for the cold weather, tossing a few clothes and gifts into an expandable duffle bag. Then she remembered. She couldn’t leave Brendan.

Without her, the eunuch would be lost.

She turned to Giles, who was waiting for her with what seemed to be annoyance at the time she’d taken to do his bidding. “Brendan must accompany us. Because he’s my personal slave, he has a home here only when I’m with him.” Surprisingly Giles didn’t argue. “Then bring him along. It isn’t that I can’t manage a night takeoff, but I’d prefer to blast off while we still have daylight.”

* * * * *

An hour later, Giles was performing a preflight checklist on the sleek transporter his friend Shedir had loaned him for the trip, while Star and her slave loaded armloads of gaily wrapped packages into the luggage compartment.

When he took in all the activity, he realized somewhat sheepishly that he should have bought gifts of his own. But exchanging gifts had never been part of the holiday ritual on Earth. Besides, what would he know about picking out sparkly goodies that would make a small child smile?

Of course he could have purchased some small gift for Star. He should have done that at the time he’d realized he was going to seek her out again. Again he tried to excuse himself because gift-giving was not traditional where he came from. It didn’t work.

Pleasure Mistress or not, Star had humanlike emotions. She was no sexbot. If what she’d said was true—and he had no reason to believe it was not—she was the mother of his child, the only child he’d sired that he’d ever have the opportunity to know.

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Covered head to toe the way she was now, in fuzzy, red, cold-weather gear, with her face framed in a white fur hood, she looked like a holiday present wrapped for his delectation. His cock stirred again at the prospect of idling away long hours during the journey through space, sampling her charms. He imagined the smile he could put on her gorgeous face by giving her some shiny trinket to mark the winter solstice.

Did they have stores on Eastphalia?

What did he care? If he paid her, she’d fuck him. She’d fuck anybody who had her price in gold or silver, or the legal tender of whatever planet where she was plying her trade. Giles focused on that. It helped him tamp down the growing emotions that welled in him when he thought of her choosing to bear his daughter, giving her the feminine version of his name—submitting to him, however momentarily, rather than merely forcing him to submit to her and her ever-present eunuch slave.

But the tender feelings wouldn’t go away. “Brendan, if your mistress will permit me, I have a chore for you before we take off.”

Star nodded at the slave when he stuck his head out of the transporter hatch. “I don’t object. Brendan, do as Giles instructs you.” When Brendan prostrated himself before him, Giles realized the extent of control Star exerted over her eunuch slave. The slave had probably been a true submissive before his castration. Giles figured he had most likely lost his balls and been exiled because he had run afoul of a Federation rule against a male receiving another male’s cock in any forbidden orifice. His partner would have lost it all. Worse to take than to receive, the rulers had decreed.

That made Giles uncomfortable. He became more so when he stared down at the eunuch’s blue robe and hood. “Rise. We are not on Earth. You need not grovel at my feet.”

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As he handed over a fistful of Obsidion’s octagonal silver credits to the blue-robed eunuch, Giles said quietly, “Go find gifts for me to give the child…and something for Star. Hurry back. We’ll be blasting off in less than an hour.” Brendan grinned. “What would you like for me to get?” Giles got even more uncomfortable, looking into the guileless eyes of the eunuch sex slave who’d so recently sucked his cock. His discomfiture had grown exponentially now that they were in the transporter, away from The Gates of Hell Dungeon.