Eternal Slave Ch. 04 - The Escape

"Let me tell you about the Slave Squad," she said. "That always increases my libido more quickly."

"Yes, Ma'am! Please!" I said. As she began rocking on my belly, my cock was pretending to be a tent pole holding up a canvas made of green satin as it was attacked a vicious hurricane. I was approaching the point where I had to start to concentrate to offer anything other than grunts and 'Yes/No' answers.

"As you may have guessed, gift slaves can be extremely useful for military purposes, and thus the Island has had a Slave Squad for many generations. Enlisting is voluntary, and the service lasts for any number of successive terms with a during of one year. I will emphasize that no gift slave has ever chosen to leave."

"We're here to be fucked by hot army chicks?" I could understand that, no problem. "Ma'am."

"You're here to serve as soldiers in the Dux' armed forces. While your main duty is to provide augmentations to female soldiers through sexual intercourse, you also have other responsibilities."

"Such as, Ma'am?" Her face was so remote and serious as she looked at me. Arrogant. Haughty. Unconcerned. I wanted to be told I had to be a butler and a shoe shiner and a cook and whatever that guy Pablo was. I wanted to be told I had to clean out the women's lavatories, mop their showers, and lick their feet clean after a long day's march.

"You will have to appear in uniform in public at all times."

"That suit thing with the tie, Ma'am?"

"The tie is special."

"What's special about it, Ma'am?"

"It's a magical tie."

"Magical how, Ma'am?"

"It doesn't come off."

"Never?"

"It may only be removed once a year."

"Why?"

"It's a mark of your status."

"What's my status, Ma'am?"

"You'll be a soldier."

"A slave soldier, Ma'am?"

"You are correct, recruit." She went on rocking and rocking. Her face didn't show any emotion, but her green eyes glowed brighter. And my belly began to feel damp and wet. "Any female soldier may avail herself of your services by taking a possession of the end of that tie."

"My services, Ma'am?"

"Yes, sexual or otherwise, as long as you are able to perform your regular duties. All use will be recorded, and any abuse of squad members will be dealt with, harshly."

"Does that happen often, Ma'am? That they grab the tie?"

"Yes. All squad members have admirers among the rank and file, and they cannot expect to visit the mess hall without being requisitioned by a fellow soldier, unless I or Sergeant Tease accompany them."

"So I can expect to be led by my tie through the castle very soon, by someone I don't know, for some unknown purpose?"

"I am afraid so, recruit."

"That sounds sexy, Ma'am! What else? Tell me? Please?"

"You will be trained as a soldier, and Sergeant Tease likes to use sexual frustration instead of discipline in her work."

"Who's she, Ma'am?"

"Do not talk about other women while making love to me, recruit."

"No, Ma'am."

"Now I feel properly aroused. You are an excellent sensual conversationalist. Prepare to be mounted."

When Captain Ember finally allowed herself to slide onto my cock, it was as if everything just fell into place.

This was it, this was how I was meant to live my life. That wonderful feeling of her strong, tight pussy grasping me, holding me, rubbing me was so wonderful, so safe, so... right that I just smiled and sighed.

Being tied up had everything to do with it. I couldn't do anything. Couldn't move, couldn't caress her or hold her or touch any part of her body that she didn't want touched. Couldn't set the pace, couldn't adjust the intensity. It was all about what she, the stern and uncompromising Captain Ember, wanted. Whatever she decided, that's what I wanted, too.

It made me feel safe, protected from the world outside, the world of confusing military slave arrangements, of Sea Hags kidnapping men, of Sprites banging at the door, yelling for me to be handed back to them. Here Captain Ember was in charge, I did not have to worry about anything.

Anything, that is, except how stupid I had to look. Every time she slid off me, I gave an almost surprised "Wooo!" and when she plunged back down on my cock, I came up with a silly "Hngh!!"

Captain Ember didn't make any noises. Captain Ember looked like an English noble lady from the Jane Austen Era, out riding on her feisty, yet properly tamed, stallion, trotting along the road at a leisurely place to reach the manor for a spot of afternoon tea. And I loved that, too. Love how she was in control of her senses. There was only one thing I wanted to see changed...

"Can you please... Please unbraid you hair?" I gasped.

"No." The braid was swinging back and forth across her back, the knot at the end knocking against my thighs through the green satin that covered them.

"Please?" I was becoming obsessed with it. The need to see that fiery red sheet flow all over the green dress, frame her pale face, fly wild as we made love, it was too much for me.

"Never."

"Please?" There was probably a rule somewhere that slaves shouldn't beg, but slaves have needs, damn it!

"Not for any man."

"Pl-"

"One more word, and I will have your tongue silenced."

She probably didn't mean what I thought I heard, but I still shut the hell up.

"Very good, recruit," she said after a few moments of silence. "That's very good. I enjoy obedience in my men. It is appropriate. Besides, your sexual organ is of a most agreeable size. Its girth is most pleasing to me." Was her voice becoming a little staccato? Was there a catch there?

"I've always enjoyed order," she went on. "Even when I was young. My toys always behaved well. They did as I instructed. When I became older, I found boys didn't. I was confused. I was frustrated." She leaned forward and put her palms on my chest.

I gasped. The altered position stimulated my cock head like crazy, and with the help of her hands she was able to increase the tempo, slide all over my belly so that I had to work my pelvis hard not to slip out each time she pulled up as far as she could to be able to come down on me with maximal force.

"I could not force the boys to behave. I could not force anyone. Only myself. So I did. Became a good girl. Tried to force myself to be the best." Was her pale face turning a little red? Was her green eyes a little touched by fever? Were her arms trembling a little?

"I joined the army. Back home. Sought discipline. Order. Worked hard. Loved it. But when my officers did not... enforce the discipline among the ranks that I had expected, I felt let down. Cheated. Didn't understand it. Not back then."

Her words lodged themselves in my mind, like arrows of desire. Discipline. Order. Wonderful words. Her voice was still measured, but filled with strange emotions and strain.

"I became a corporal. It was hard. To make the men obey me. I did not want to be mean. But I wanted to be obeyed. I would lie awake at nights. Hating myself. Calling myself evil, cruel." She bent down to kiss me. A long, lingering kiss that I returned as if she was my one source of air and life. She had almost slid off me, and I had to arch my back up so far she had got to be in danger of tumbling off me. Of course, she did not such thing.

"One day I met a man, a soldier. He let me control him. His behavior. His diet. His exercise. His studies. His everything."

Yes! Yes, Captain Ember. Do that to me. Control me. Tell me what to eat, what to wear, how to act, sit, and what to do, everything. Blow my mind away and leave me with nothing but your will.

"I was so happy. Spent all my time trying to make him a perfect soldier. Just like I wanted to be. Him, and me. The two of us." She returned to her mechanical riding, but it had become a little irregular. She would stop and kiss my mouth, my brow, my throat, my chest. Her fingers dug into my pecs, her legs clung to me.

"One day we had a big row. He called me cruel. Possessive. Domineering. I couldn't understand. We were so happy. He was happy. He hurt me. I deserved it."

No! No, she didn't deserve it. She was just trying to help him. To make him a better man. What a complete idiot! If he didn't like it, he could just say so instead of raging at her. I would never do that. I would take whatever she wanted to give to me, give whatever she wanted from me. I wanted it, needed it, craved it.

"I left the army. My one home. I was confused. Later, I heard of Windy Isle. Slave Squad. A joke. What to do? Come crawling here? Sex obsessed slut? I did it. I craved control. Over men." Her face was all flushed now, and her face was breaking up. Every time she jammed herself down on my cock, the resulting earthquake shook her soul and her green eyes flared.

"My skills were in demand, and after two months I became a second Sergeant. It was paradise. The men wanted what I wanted. I ruled them. I trained them. I made them obey. They were mine."

Hers, hers, hers! I wanted to beg to be allowed to come. Wanted to beg and be denied. Wanted this never to end. My cock was pulsating like crazy, but no cum was forthcoming. I had to wait.

"I can whip them or caress them. I can imprison them or give them leave. I can make them clean lavatories or have sex with me." She was shaking now, her eyes hot and needy, the braid unruly now, the hair trying to break free.

***

"And you!" she suddenly moaned. "I want you! Come for me, recruit! Come now!"

"Yes! I'm coming!" I announced it to the entire tower. "I'm coming!"

As she rode me, ramming me, my cock started to push back at her. It was hitting all the buttons inside her, or so it appeared from the way she started to heave and toss her body.

"Oh! Oh, no!" she said, her eyes wide open, but her body was riding me like never before. "I lose control, I lose control, I... Yes! Yes, slave! You're my slave! Not recruit, not soldier, not anyone else's. Mine, all mine! You're mine, slave!"

"I belong to you!" I screamed. "Do anything to me! You own me!"

Then it happened. She was whipping her head around, arching her back, kissing me, weeping, laughing, and as she did so the thin band that had held the braid in place was torn off and fell down to the floor.

"I own you! I need you! Here, with me! My own, true slave! I don't care! I don't care!"

The hair started unraveling. Strands of molten copper began flying, the end of a silken scarf that just went on undoing itself until it was all one stream of red, covering the green satin dress, falling onto my body, smelling like heaven.

"You see it now! Look at it, slave! Look at it! My slave, my sexy, handsome slave! Oh, oh. This is so good! I need you. I need you so bad!"

"I love it! You're so beautiful! I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours!"

When it was all over, she fell on top of my chest, my soft cock still inside her, her arms around me, the hair tickling my legs and arms. Her eyes had caught mine, and she did not allow my gaze to slip away. Now and then she leaned forward to kiss me, both tender and passionate kisses. Whenever I tried to speak, she put a finger on my lips and shook her head.

I was still tied up and was not particularly horny anymore, but I didn't mind this at all. She was, next to the Lady Desire and Midnight Glow, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I just wanted to be with her, to stay helpless like this while we shared an intimate moment. When that had passed, I was ready to start serving. I would help her redo her braid, to clean the dress, to clean the table, to do anything she asked me to.

I was happy.

At least until she suddenly reacted, and with violence. Then I got worried, very worried.

She jumped off me, slid down off the table, and dropped to her knees, searching for the hair band she had lost.

"You can't see me with my hair loose!" she shrieked. When she'd found it, she backed away and tore at the screen, putting it between us.

"Uh?" I said. "What's going on?"

"I am sorry," she said from behind the paintings of strange creatures and lovely flowers. "I went too far. Forget what I just said. You are not my slave, I do not own you."

"I don't mind," I said, confused.

"I don't mind what?"

"I don't mind, Ma'am," I said, even more confused.

"You are a recruit in the Dux' armed forces," she said, and I heard the sound of a brush been applied to her hair.

"And your slave, Ma'am." I would love to have seen her brush her hair. She had thick fucking red hair down to her knees, damn it! Why was she denying me the heavenly sight of her taking care of it?

"Absolutely not! You are a soldier recruited to be used, as well as treated with respect, by all female troops as required. I am merely your Branch Commander." The brushing stopped. I assumed the braiding had then begun.

"That means you're in charge of me, Ma'am. Of everything to do with me," I said.

"This conversation is over, recruit," she said. The green satin dress was removed, folded, and put away. "I need to consider this for a few minutes."

"Consider what-"

"This conversation," she said, putting on her uniform, "is over. No more. I am sorry, but I cannot stay here in this room any longer. Good day, recruit."

I heard the sound of a door being opened.

"What are you-" I pulled at the leather straps that held me in place. They would not budge.

I heard the sound of a door being closed.