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  “It’s not being hungry I’m worried about,” she murmured.

  “You know what I mean.” He kissed her gently. “The only thing you need to worry about is acting like a proper slave.”

  Maggie’s eyes widened. “How do I do that? Act like you did on Yonnie Six?”

  Kor shook his head. “Not quite. As a female slave—especially the kind that would come with her master to the Dragon’s Mouth—you have to be extremely submissive.”

  “You mean…let me touch you whenever you want?” Maggie bit her lip. “But…I already do that—don’t I?”

  “Don’t wait for me to ask,” Kor told her. “A truly perfect slave will offer her master exactly what he wants before he even knows that he wants it.”

  “Like…this?” Maggie’s voice shook a little but her grip was steady when she took one of his hands and pulled it between her legs to cup her pussy through the black crotchless panties.

  “Very good.” Kor felt his cock rising but her lesson wasn’t done yet. “And then you have to ask me to touch you. Tell me what you want me to do to you…and what you want to do to me.” Tell me how you feel about me, he wanted to add but he clamped his jaw tight, not letting the words escape. He would find out how Maggie really felt once the implant was out.

  “I…uh…” Maggie’s cheeks were pink but she seemed determined to get this right. “I want you to touch me, Master,” she whispered haltingly.

  “Touch you where?” Kor prompted gently. “Come on, where do you want me to touch you?”

  “Be-between my legs,” she stammered. Though she seemed to love dirty talk when he did it, Maggie was shy about trying it herself.

  “Go on,” Kor encouraged her, his cock surging behind his zipper. “Be specific.”

  “My pussy,” she whispered at last. “Please, Master, I want you to touch…to touch my pussy.”

  “Good girl,” Kor rumbled approvingly, his cock surging again. Gods, she was lovely, all half naked in his lap with her little cunt nestled in his hand. He knew this kind of thing was hard for the naturally shy Maggie and he loved when she came out of her shell and tried something new.

  He also liked the way she moaned and pressed against his hand, even spreading her legs for his fingers to slip inside her heated depths.

  At the beginning of this trip, she had been so guilty about that damn fiancé of hers she’d barely been able to let him touch the outside of her pussy, let alone willing to open herself and let him penetrate her to the hilt. Kor liked the way she had changed—liked the trust he saw in her eyes almost as much as he liked her pleasure when she moaned and pressed against him, offering herself completely.

  He only wished he knew if the change was due to genuine fondness for him on her part…or simply a byproduct of the implant she wore.

  “Good girl,” he growled again, trying to push the other thoughts aside. “Now, while I fingerfuck you, you tell me what you’d like to do to me.”

  “I…I…” Maggie’s eyes fluttered up in her head as the pleasure began to overtake her. “Oh God, Kor…”

  “Master,” he corrected her sternly, giving one of her nipples a tweak to remind her.

  “Master,” she corrected herself quickly. “I want…I want to suck you, Master.”

  Kor’s cock felt hard enough to fuck through solid steel when he remembered the soft suction of her lips around the tip of his cock. Every night since the first one he had jerked off with Maggie looking on. And every night she captured just the tip of his cock between her lush lips and caught every drop of his cum. The rest of his cock she seemed to consider off limits but she couldn’t rest until she’d sucked every last droplet of his cum.

  Even though it wasn’t a real blow job, Kor thought he had never been hotter than when he watched her lean down and suck just the tip of his cock into her mouth. And he loved to watch the blissful look on her face when he finally came, filling her mouth with the creamy treat she craved. He just wished he could fill her pussy instead but he knew Maggie didn’t want that. To her it represented the ultimate betrayal of her fiancé so it was never going to happen.

  “I want to suck you,” she whispered again.

  “You already do suck me,” he reminded her, stroking up into her pussy, filling her with his fingers. “You do it every night, sweetheart.”

  “No.” Maggie shook her head, her cheeks flushed with passion. “I…I want to suck all of you. You’re so long and thick and…and I want to see how much of you I could fit in my mouth. How much I could take until you came for me.”

  “Gods, blondie!” Kor thought he might come just from hearing her talk about it.

  Maggie’s lovely deep blue eyes were half-lidded with pleasure and he wondered if she even knew what she was saying but that didn’t stop him from listening to her.

  “There’s more,” she whispered. “I want…want you inside me. And not just in my mouth.”

  Kor’s cock surged. “I thought we agreed that was off limits—that you didn’t want me to make love you to.”

  “I know I shouldn’t want you to,” she moaned, rolling her hips to ride his fingers. “But lately…right before bed…it’s all I think about. It’s getting so hard to just…do what we’ve been doing when I want…so much more…When I want you inside me.” Then her hips began to buck faster. “Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, Kor…oh Master…I’m coming! Coming…”

  Kor rode out her orgasm, feeling like he might have one of his own just from listening to her and watching her reach the peak. Gods, she was lovely when she came!

  He wondered if she really meant what she said about wanting to take him all the way inside her…or if it was just the implant talking. More and more he longed to get the damn thing out. He wanted to know if Maggie really cared for him…or if they were just playing games until she was free of the thing inside her and ready to go home.

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  The junket ship was what Kor called an Alpha-one style cruiser. It was an enormous beast of a vessel with plenty of docking platforms along its sides where the various passengers could leave their individual space ships during the trip to the Dragon’s Mouth.

  Maggie had asked why they couldn’t just stay in their ship but Kor had explained that participation in the onboard community was mandatory. They had to look and act just like everyone else if they wanted to get to the elusive cluster of asteroids. Also, talking to the other masters was the best way to find out about her implant. Kor intended to ask “advice” from several of the other men aboard, hoping they would point him in the right direction. Apparently each individual implant cultivator had his own personal style—Kor was hoping that someone on board would recognize Maggie’s and tell them where to find its maker.

  She felt ready to go and more than ready to get rid of the implant, but she couldn’t help the uncomfortable feeling she got from walking around in the leather bustier and panties, showing off her nipples and pussy to anyone who cared to look.

  Kor didn't like her overexposure either, though he considered it a necessity. He had promised to keep her covered as much as possible. Over his own outfit of black leather pants and a plain red shirt, he was wearing his black cloak and mask again as a precaution. He told Maggie he intended to take them off once he had ascertained that none of the men aboard the junket were a threat to him.

  As they walked along the docking bubble leading to the ship, Kor kept an arm around her shoulders, the long edge of his cloak shielding her from prying eyes. It made Maggie feel more secure and had the added benefit of letting him stroke her breasts without anyone seeing. God, she just hoped she could keep the implant under control while they were on this trip—privately. She really didn’t want everyone else in the ship watch as Kor fondled and stroked her almost every minute of the day to keep her desires in check.

  “Good day, Master,” someone said, interrupting her worries.

  Maggie looked up and saw a large, muscular man with blue skin and silver eyes. He was wearing a red and gold unifor
m that unfortunately clashed badly with his skin tones.

  “Good day.” As it had when he’d come to get her, Kor’s mask distorted his voice. It made Maggie feel a little like she was being personally escorted by Darth Vader.

  “I’m Rosh. I’ll be your security detail and entertainment officer while you’re aboard our fine ship, The Pleasure Bilge. Could you please state your name and business in the Dragon’s Mouth.”

  Maggie couldn’t help thinking that Rosh looked more like a drill sergeant than a cruise director but she kept her opinions to herself. Kor had told her more than once that the men who visited the Dragon’s Mouth thought women should be seen and not heard.

  “I am Kor and this is my slave whose name is of no consequence,” Kor said. “I bought her at the Flesh Bazaar not even a single solar week ago and already her damn implant is malfunctioning. I’m going to the Dragon’s Mouth to track down its creator and see if he can fix it.”

  “I see. Very well.” Rosh nodded. “That is all in order. You may board the ship as soon as you and your slave have passed inspection.”

  “Inspection? What kind of inspection?” Maggie asked, forgetting she wasn’t supposed to talk.

  Rosh frowned. “A very forward slave. I can see why you need her implant fixed.”

  “I second her question though—what kind of inspection?” Kor demanded.

  “Why, a simply visual check and pat-down to be certain neither of you is carrying weapons of mass destruction on your person. There are certain…factions that believe our way of life in the Dragon’s Mouth is somehow wrong or reprehensible. These zealots have taken to trying to posing as passengers and attempting to destroy our more crowded junkets—of which this will be one.” Rosh shrugged. “So you can see, this is a necessary precaution taken for your own safety. I’m sure you can understand.”

  Maggie could feel the low, rumbling growl coming from Kor’s broad chest.

  “And I’m sure you can understand that no one but me touches my slave,” he rumbled. “You can look at her—I don’t like it but I’ll allow it. Touch her, though, and you’ll lose your fucking hand—I promise you that.”

  Rosh frowned and his blue skin seemed to go pale. “I assure you, Master Kor, no one here will in any way touch or molest your slave. But we have to verify that no weapons are hidden on her person. We—”

  “Here.” Maggie didn’t know where she got the courage to do it, but she stepped out from the shelter of Kor’s long black cloak and stood in front of the blue-skinned guard with her arms spread wide. “Look at this getup,” she said, turning slowly around. “Do I look like I could hide anything at all in here—let alone a weapon of mass destruction?”

  “Ah…” Rosh’s silver eyes took her in and Maggie felt her cheeks heat in a blush. She knew what he would be seeing—her nipples were pink and tight from Kor’s constant stimulation and her pussy was swollen and wet for the same reason. The old Maggie would have tried to slink away to avoid attracting attention to her nearly naked body. But something had changed inside her recently. Was it the effect of the implant…or the things she’d been doing with Kor? Maggie didn’t know, she only knew she somehow had the courage to stand her ground while the alien guard looked her over.

  “Well?” she asked again, impatiently.

  “No, you…you don’t seem to be, ah, carrying anything illegal,” Rosh said at last, his eyes glued to her breasts.

  “Good, then you can stop ogling my slave and check me over instead,” Kor growled. Taking off his cape, he swept it around Maggie’s neck, covering her from the prying eyes of the guard. Then he stepped forward and took off his mask. “Well?”

  “I’m glad that’s over,” Maggie said under her breath as they finally passed through the final connecting door that led inside the huge junket ship. “I thought they’d never let us pass.”

  “Told you they were extra careful around here. They must have had more attacks lately,” Kor murmured as they walked down the long, dim, metal hallway.

  “What factions is he talking about? Who’s been attacking them?”

  “Mostly female empowerment groups. There are plenty of people—myself included—that don’t think a female should be bought and sold like property.”

  “You must have seen it all your life as a slave,” Maggie murmured.

  Kor grunted assent. “I experienced it too. That’s one of the reasons I think it’s wrong. But I was lucky in a way—I was just bought and sold. These females—some of them have had extreme body modifications in order to make their masters happier.”

  Maggie frowned. “Body modification? You mean like plastic surgery—getting bigger boobs and things like that?”

  Kor looked grim. “That barely scratches the surface. Some of the things you’re going to see here are pretty disturbing—just want you to be prepared.”

  “I’m prepared,” Maggie said confidently. “After all, how much worse could it get than this horrible implant I’ve got?”

  “A hell of a lot worse. You’ll see.” Kor stopped in front of a large pair of golden doors. “Okay, here’s the entrance to the main salon. We’re going to be spending a large chunk of our time here so try to blend in.”

  “Yes, Master.” Maggie dropped her eyes demurely.

  Kor gave a short, sharp laugh. “Very funny, blondie. Let’s just see if you can keep it up. I’m afraid you’ll have to give me back my cloak now—it’ll look strange to have a covered slave—like I have something to hide.”

  “Oh, of course.” Maggie handed back the cloak, trying not to feel naked as she did so.

  “Thanks. And sorry, sweetheart,” Kor said apologetically. He waved the pass orb—a small round object that looked like a silver marble on a chain—in front of the golden doors and they slid silently open.

  Inside was a huge room the size of a football stadium with wide glass blocks for walls. It was filled with Masters and slaves and reminded Maggie somewhat of the banquet hall area of the Lo’thian spa except that the rules of dominance were most definitely reversed.

  As they stepped into the room, she was glad to see that Kor had been right—she wasn’t the only scantily clad female slave in sight. In fact, many of the girls she saw had on a whole lot less than she did—just a few strategically placed ribbons or patches—and some were even completely naked except for the elaborate slave collars they wore around their necks.

  At least I’m not the only one showing off her assets, Maggie thought, surveying the room. At least…

  But the thought died as she caught sight of something which should have been impossible.

  “What…what is she…?” Maggie squinted into the crowd and saw the woman again—the woman who looked completely ordinary except for her three huge breasts.

  “Oh, that?” Kor said in a low voice as they made their way into the crowd. “That’s a slave whose master obviously loves breasts. One guess what this one’s master likes.”

  He pointed at another girl who seemed to have something wrong with her mouth. It was a vertical slit instead of being horizontal and—

  “Oh my God!” Maggie whispered as the strange sight finally made sense. “She’s got a…a vagina for a mouth! But how does she talk?”

  “I think the real question is, how can she eat that way?” Kor returned, his voice a low, disgusted growl.

  “A question easily answered if you are truly interested.” The high pitched, fruity voice came from Maggie’s right and startled her so much she jumped.

  “Oh, uh…” she began nervously, forgetting the speaker, who appeared to be a short balding man dressed in a pale blue toga-like garment, wasn’t talking to her.

  “She eats with the use of a feeding tube,” the man in the toga continued. “It’s not too much trouble to place, really and it keeps her nice and slender.” He pinched his slave’s bare buttocks and she jumped and glared at him but said nothing. The man chuckled. “Which leads me to the other question I think I heard—how does she talk? The answer is obvious—she doesn�
��t. I’m sure you’ll agree she’s the best sort of slave—one who’s always ready to fuck and never complains about it!” Throwing back his head, he laughed, a high pitched, annoying sound that put Maggie’s nerves on edge.

  “That's uh, amazing,” Kor muttered, looking like he might be sick. “Where, uh, where did you get her modifications done?”

  “Oh, on Genturous, of course—it’s the best part of the Dragon’s Mouth for modifications. Just as Hargous is the best asteroid to get implants done on.” He raised an eyebrow at Kor. “I assume that’s where you got your slave’s implant done?”

  “Not really sure,” Kor admitted, frowning. “I bought her at the Flesh Bazaar and she came with the implant but it’s not working right. I’m hoping to find whoever developed it so he can set it straight.”

  “Ah. A wise course.” The other man nodded. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s wrong with it? I’ve had several slaves with implants so maybe I can help you trouble shoot it.”

  “She’s…too mouthy. Speaks out of turn.” Kor frowned. “Among other things.”

  “A great pity.” The other master shrugged. “But if I may offer some advice—fixing the implant is not the only way to make her more docile. In the center of the room, next to the bar, are several hitching posts where you can tie up a slave if she displeases you. There you will also find various implements of punishment so you can beat the evil out of her if you need to.”

  “Kor cleared his throat. “I’ll have to go see that for myself but I’m not a big believer in corporal punishment—that’s why I wanted the implant in the first place, to make such measures unnecessary.”

  The master frowned. “No corporal punishment? You’re a strange one.”

  Says the man who modified his slave to have a vagina for a mouth. Maggie glared at him.

  Kor shrugged. “It is the way of my people.”

  “Well if you don’t wish to beat her, perhaps a little humiliation might do the trick? There are also areas where you can have your slave fellate you publicly, to the interest and amusement of all. I find the threat of a public blow job does wonders when discipline is called for and I’m too tired to wield the whip.”