Adventures on Hor Ch. 04: GORAN'S PLAN

Cat was prepared to give the man everything... anything... to assist in completing whatever the transaction was. Instead, the man pulled her before him and pressed her against a workbench strewn with arrows in various stages of completion. Arrows dropped off the back of the workbench as her arms braced her upper body against the aggressive urgency of the man. Although she would have had her legs opened once her balance was gained, the man was kicking her feet outward as he pressed her stomach into the edge of the bench. With one hand firmly planted on her back as if needing it to hold her in place, he fumbled with his other to loosen his pants.

Cat relaxed. Though she would have been a willing and eager participant, the man was of the mind to use her as a hole for his seed. Perhaps, that has been his only experience. It was also a reminder of her early experience on this planet as a new and lowly slave. Goran rescued her from that existence.

The man behind her rubbed his cock against her pussy lips. She knew she was wet and ready but the brutal approach was still intimidating. After giving head to the previous man, Cat's body had reacted with a desire for Goran's attention when they found their room. As Goran had mentioned with intrigue, Cat always seemed to be lubricated and ready to be penetrated. In Cat's mind, it was her Master who stimulated her physical reaction. But this man didn't bother himself to see what the potential might be; he had a slave given to him for the moment and he was going to make use of it.

The man dumped his seed into her pussy in short order after some aggressive and jerky thrusting into her. Pinned to the counter, she had little movement to assist so she endured it. When he pulled out and stepped back, she quickly turned around and dropped to her knees in front of him. She shocked him when she took his softening, messy cock into her mouth and sucked it clean before assisting him with his pants. She looked up at him from her knees and sent out a thought she couldn't verbalize, see what you might have experienced if...

She walked from behind the curtain to take her position behind her Master. As she passed him, she rolled her eyes and he fought to control a smile that wanted to form on his mouth.

Once they were finally in their lodging room their equipment and new purchases were dropped on the floor by the door. Cat went to her knees before the bed taking the presentation position. She softly said, "Master...?" He smiled. He had recognized the frustration building within her from the two experiences with the men. He stepped before her, his crotch at eye level for her. An excited smile formed on her face and her hands moved to loosen the belt and tight pants. She flicked her eyes up to meet his, "Thank you, Master."

He shook his head, something he seemed to do a lot in response to her. He had been prepared to make allowances if she could only manage to perform as a clumsy, reluctant slave until he could find a suitable situation to save her in this existence. Instead, she had accepted the challenge it took to remain with him, and now he saw how their partnership, as it was forming into, could balance delicately between apparent submissive slave and worthy combatant partner. He dropped his weapons from his body as she was singularly focused on his pants, which she had quickly dropped down his legs and her mouth around his hardening cock. He smiled broadly as he heard a deep satisfied sigh of contentment escaping her when his cock head became encased by her lips and mouth. It was as if it were a pacifier giving her comfort.

She alternately sucked and licked his cock with loving passion. Her eyes closed as her mouth and tongue moved over his cock, it almost gave him an impression of devout worship. He knew that was how it felt. She approached both making love and fucking with singular devotion and attention to his experience. He sighed deeply himself feeling the front of her throat on his cock head before she pushed his cock down her throat. She had a word for it, deep throat, and she had practiced long on his cock until she had mastered it. She brought knowledge and practices from the future of Earth that stunned him. Yet, here she was on her knees as his slave.

He encouraged her up, his cock sliding out of her mouth reluctantly. He shuffled to the bed with her in front of him. He struggled out his boots and pants as he watched her move into the center of the bed, her legs parting and flashing her hairless, glistening pussy. She was right... without hair, she had exposed her womanhood completely.

Finally naked like her, he moved between her widely spread knees. He stopped to gaze at the woman before him. Her legs spread, her pussy glistening with her juices of anticipation, the lips of her pussy open with an occasional pulsing as if winking at him, her tight stomach and body that has responded to this world like his body had, her large breasts heaving with her excited breath, the nipples sitting proudly erect as an additional display of her willing offering, and the face that reflected the lusty eagerness of what was to come. As if needing any more enticement, she grabbed her knees and pulled her legs back towards her, pivoting her pussy up and spreading herself even further before his eyes. He shuffled forward, his hand guiding his cock to the gaping pussy before him, all of it occurring without thought or plan as if cock and pussy were of some unique magnetic properties to be brought together. When cock head opened pussy, they both gasped and sighed as if beginning a duet of experience.

He inched his cock forward, spreading her pussy as he did. Her pussy clenched around his cock as if merely being inside wasn't enough contact. Her eyes were closed, her mouth gaping open, and each inch of penetration brought a gasp and sigh from her mouth. He had used inch-long movements and was halfway in her when her eyes opened. The eyes looking up at him were like a gateway to her erotic soul, revealing the fiery lust that resided there. Her lips moved as if forming words but nothing came out as he continued to move in small movements in her.

Finally, the words boldly escaped her in a desperate plead, "Master... please... fuck me..." Her pussy was a warm, wet, pulsing, clasping sleeve around his cock. Already he could feel his own rising need within him. He smiled down at her: such a lusty woman she was.

He toyed with her a moment longer, moving his cock inside her only inches at a time. She shook her head from side to side. Her mouth opened and closed, knowing she had already made her plea to him. Her need was great and he knew it. The fuck she had received was completely inadequate for her... it served the man but not her. And, she did her duty, receiving the man's seed while denied her satisfaction without comment or complaint. She understood the role she served. But she had needs, strong needs that matched his own. So, as her eyes focused on his eyes, pleading with them rather than her voice, he slowly pulled his cock until just the head remained inside her clenching pussy. Her eyes continued pleading. He moved a hand to press the thumb down on her clit. She gasped and her eyes closed... only for a moment, but when they did, he thrust fully into her, their bodies impacting with a smack. She cried out. He began fucking her hard and fast. Each thrust brought gasps, moans, and grunts from her. He could see her body and face begin to tense and shake as an orgasm rose within her. He continued, which was only moments until the need that had built up inside her exploded out with piercing cries and a quivering body.

His cock was the most magnificent sexual tool she had ever experienced and he knew what to do with it, at least for her. Cat relished sex with him. She had become a willing, greedy slut for him. Being given away to other men was new since he had taken her away from the caravan, but she never lost sight of the fact that a slave, even his slave, was subject to potentially random and casual use in demeaning and degrading ways. He had prepared her, though. Different regions of HOR were even more primal and barbarous where men took what they wanted and assumed favors from slaves in general. His words had been to prepare her, not to seek her acceptance. At the root of her psyche, it had stunned her to realize how accepting she responded to all of it. She didn't understand if her accepting attitude had something to do with a reaction of something of HOR that inertly affected females or if there was a latent personality in her that had been hidden and suppressed deep inside her. She also understood that Goran was acting with the role allow for him and allow independence of action and movement. He assumed the persona of brutal, violent efficiency that stood out in a world of brutality and domination. Maintaining and affecting that persona was his survival. His plan for her had evolved to transform her into a two-headed viper; she could be a distracting, compliant slave who oozed sexuality, or she could be a worthy weapon alongside him in conflict. The plan, ironically, seemed to also heighten and deepen the feelings between them. It would always be Master and slave, but it was different, too.

It was that difference that she felt when his cock drove into her. It was that difference that exploded within her body. He didn't slow or hesitate in his wild fucking as her body shook in response to her orgasm. She wanted to pull him into her arms to ride out the quaking of her body, but he remained in a position over her to thrust deep and hard into her. Her orgasm seemed to explode, then crest anew as he continued his assault on her. Orgasm after orgasm as she cried out in delirious wonder.

With her body quaking uncontrollably underneath him, he abruptly pulled out. He didn't think she even noticed. She was a quivering mass of muscle twitches and bouncing legs and arms. Her eyes had rolled back to only show the whites. Her open mouth took a breath in jerky, gasping pants. He rolled her over onto her stomach and lifted her hips into the air. Her knees moved underneath her instinctively but her upper body and head remained pressed into the bed. He thrust back into her pussy and her body quaked, again. He fucked her from behind with a primal energy that amazed even him. Holding onto her hips, he slammed into her drooling, pulsing, hot sleeve that seemed to grip his cock tightly even in her semi-conscious state.

He leaned forward to force his hands between her body and the bed. He pulled her upright in front of him as he continued thrusting into her, his hands moving from gripping, mauling her breasts to rolling her nipples to moving one hand down her body to strum her clit, all while holding her sagging body against him. A constant flow of gasps, moans, groans, and grunts came from her mouth and throat. Her arms hung limp at her sides and her head lolled back or forward.

His mouth next to her ear, he grunted out, "What are you?"

"Your... slave... Master."

"What is the primary duty and the deepest desire of a slave?"

"Absolute... obedience... and... to... please... you... Master."

"You wish to please me, slave?"

"Ai Sar!"

"Then, cum now!"

He was sure in her state she was functioning purely on the subconscious level. The words came out jerky not because of thought but between grunts and gasps that interrupted her response. But, still, her response was immediate and heartfelt. And, she exploded into orgasm at the command as he released his built-up need and semen into her greedy pussy. Spurt after spurt powerfully shot up into her body as her pussy flooded his cock and cum with her overpowering release. They were like two wild beasts, their cries and groans like howls into the air signaling their mating.

He gently lay her down, still embedded in her, his cock seeming to refuse to soften inside her still clenching pussy. He held her tightly against his body, his fingers lightly stroking her breasts, nipples, and stomach. He held an extraordinary woman in his arms and he thanked whatever gods existed on HOR for putting them together.

Cat was disoriented when her eyes fluttered open. The room was mostly dark except for the flickering glow of a couple of candles. Outside the window were darkness and a welcoming coolness to the night air. She turned in the bed in search of Goran. She found him mostly dressed and putting on the harness for his crossed swords.

"I thought I might have to wake you." He smiled. "You were amazing, Cat. You bring out a response from me I have never experienced with any other." He sat on the edge of the bed and touched her cheek with surprising gentleness for such a man. "I would have liked to remain with you in my arms, but..." he stood, finishing the securing of his weapons, "we have been summoned."

She rolled out of bed, moving quickly to the washbowl on the table. Wetting a cloth in the water, she quickly cleaned herself, as inadequate as such cleaning was. "Santini, Master?"

"Ai... I am not sure what to expect, Cat. I have never had a slave with me, before. He likes to have a party before getting down to business. There will be his closest and trusted advisors and commanders. There will also be lots of drink, food, and slaves to enjoy."

"I will be one of those slaves, then, Master?"

"Quite possibly."

They approached the main gate to Santini's compound within the city. She was wearing the gown that flowed around and behind her as she strode to keep pace with Goran. At the gate, the guards stood in front as if to block their entrance but meekly stepped aside without a word uttered.

Inside the compound walls, Cat uttered in a hushed voice, "Did they know you, Master?"

"No. I've never seen them before. They are new, at least at the gate. They only knew I was coming."

Cat chuckled under her breath, "Pretty weak security, Master, to let The Demon stroll through the gates heavily armed and unescorted." He only smiled.

He didn't break stride but was quiet as his eyes scanned the surroundings as they approached the main building blazing with light from inside with additional guards at the main door. "If this is anything but what it is supposed to be, take my dagger until you can acquire one of their swords." This time, she smiled. She had felt she had proven herself in the training. Now, she knew he believed it, too.