Eternal Slave Ch. 05 - The Necktie

Well, there I was, lying on a table and feeling stupid, looking stupid, acting stupid.

I started out acting stupid by calling for Captain Ember, imploring and begging the sexy redhead her to return. Then I even got a little angry. If I was being punished for forgetting to add a few 'Ma'ams' to the ends of sentences and for speaking when she'd told me to be quiet, then she could at least have explained that this was the reason she was doing this to me. That would have been sexy, not scary. The next bout of stupid acting was that I tried to break free. If I had learned one thing about Captain Ember, then it was that she was a complete professional. The leather straps were wide, tough, and had proper clasps, just they did like in all the bondage videos I had used to drool over. No dice. My third and last, so far at least, stupid action was to get hard again.

Why, one might ask? After all, I had just been through a five minute mind-shattering orgasm and had been left tied up in a way that was neither safe, sane, nor consensual, so why was I pointing at the ceiling with the pointy thingy?

Well, I was left tied up, for one thing. Being tied up was nice, it was something I had looked forward to. It was really sexy in addition to being really scary. And the sexy eventually pushed the scary away. In addition, I was in a room belonging to a beautiful woman. Her presence could be felt everywhere. Granted, it was a cool and professional presence, but there were signs of more. Her scent lingered. Mild perfume coupled with intense sexual release. And across my naked body lay a single strand of long, precious red hair. It stretched from a spot above my left nipple, all the way down across my cock, and finally over my right knee. I had been very careful when I tested the strength of the leather straps: I did not want that single memory of her to fall off me.

Soon I was deep in a fantasy which involved Captain Ember keeping me as a secret personal slave that she kept on a leash in her room. A slave that was currently (in my feverish mind) trapped in a chest as she and fellow female soldiers discussed the erotic qualities of the other members of the Slave Squad while drinking wine and laughing. The Captain's boot was rubbing against the slave's rigid cock where it stuck out through a hidden knothole, and the slave had to fight to keep from moaning. That would lead to terrible, terrible punishment later. I had a feeling the slave would moan soon, just so that I could fantasize in more detail about the punishment.

That's when I heard the door being fiddled with.

Fuck. Baseball, baseball, baseball.

The door opened.

Fucking fuck. Baseball, baseball, baseball.

Someone stepped inside.

Baseball, more baseball, loads of baseball.

Someone sat down in a chair.

"Hello?" I said.

Someone started to hum. It was a female hum, which was a relief.

"Hello? Who's there?"

Nothing happened. I waited, I tensed, I squirmed, I licked my lips.

Then the someone pulled a chair across the room, and there fell a shadow on the screen from the other side.

"Uh? Hello?"

"So," a voice said. "That's what you look like, is it?"

"Uh, yes?" I said.

"I see," the voice said. When the voice said something, it said something in a happy, singsong voice. "That's interesting."

"Why?"

"Well... Just something the Captain said."

"Said?"

"Yes."

"About me?" A whiff of perfume reached me. It was a heady perfume, unlike Captain Ember's cool scent. It was a perfume designed to make the hearts of men stop and need to be kissed back into breathing.

"Yes."

"What did she say about me?"

"She didn't so much say it as show it, so it's hard to explain."

"Well, maybe you can put the screen away so that I can see what you're showing instead of leaving me in the dark like this!"

"Are you angry?"

"Frustrated, damn it! She just left me here."

"But you're hard?"

"So what if I am! I'm a gift slave! We're supposed to be hard."

"Gift slave? That's interesting. I need to take a closer look." She rose and pulled the screen away.

I groaned when I saw her. For fuck's sake, but I did not need this. Not now, dear Goddess. Put the screen back!

Tall, full-bodied, with lazy-curled hair reaching her waist, a complexion that was slightly Arabic yet not quite. Her lashes thick, her eyebrows full, her dimples deep and her smile would look more appropriate on a mischievous imp. She was my of age and wore a tight, black leather skirt that reached her knees, big golden hoops, heels, and a clinging thing that was more blouse than top in the same deep blue color as the ties the gift slaves Kevin and Joe had worn. Surely, she was no military woman? She looked like a young, beautiful, spoiled girl who is used to having free access to her rich, old husband's credit card, as well as the to handsome pool boy.

"Hello," I said while my cock waved at her as if it was about to drown. It needed emergency care, and it needed it now.

She didn't answer at first, just walked around me, looking down at me. The perfume was there constantly, prodding at my mental defenses. She looked me deep in the eyes, and as she did so the hair fell across my chest. She checked out my torso and her leather skirt rubbed against it as she walked. When she noticed my scars, she traced them with a gentle finger. It almost made it worth having received them. Even the ones the scalding tea had left. She even spent a few moments communicating wordlessly with my cock.

"Please touch me," it said.

"No, I'm just going to gloat over you," her eyes said.

"Come on!" it pleaded.

"Sorry, buddy. You're not calling the shots here," the eyes replied and made the body walk on.

"What are you doing?" I said, to demonstrate that I was able to think about things non-sexual.

"Examining you," she said. "I am curious." She walked over to the Captain's writing desk, sat down in the uncomfortable chair, and wheeled herself over to me.

"About what?"

"About what just happened." She lifted her legs off the floor and placed them over my right knee, leaning back in her chair so that she reclined almost as far back as me, looking at me sideways.

"What just happened?"

"Poor Captain Ember was shaken to her core after what happened here. What did you do to the poor girl? Oh, and, could you do it to me as well?" She winked at me.

"Listen," I said. "Can you please just tell me who you are? And for fuck's sake, set me free!"

She sucked her teeth and shook her head. The dangling hoops caught the lights from the lamps, bounced them at my eyes, frustrating me. "Sorry, buddy. I can't do that. A big, dangerous stud like yourself? You could tear down this tower in a couple of minutes. I don't dare!"

I gave her a look. A dark look.

She just laughed and reached over to pat my shoulder. Adjusted her legs.

That skirt was sexy. Sexy as hell. Black, shiny leather. And her legs just went on and on, smooth and soft, until they reached the shoes. One of the heels dug into my calf now. Real, sexy heels.

"Just answer my questions instead, stud. What did you do to the Captain?"

I swallowed and looked away. "We had sex."

She smiled. "Did you? And does that make you blush?"

"Apparently."

"All right, I'll try not to ask too many questions about that..." She pursed her lips, patted them with her finger. I wanted her to put that finger, and the rest of the hand, back on my shoulder. "Were you, and I understand if this is an embarrassing question, tied up when you had sex?"

"Yes."

"Let me get this straight." She stood up, one of her legs touching my cock as she removed them, and leaned over me while looking at me through her lashes. "She fastened this wrist," she caressed my left arm, "and this wrist," now the right now, "as well as these?" She touched my ankles, the blue blouse falling onto my thighs as she bent over me.

"Are you blind?" I said. "Set me free, and I'll tell all."

"Then what? What did she do after she tied you?"

"She got up."

"Got up?"

"Yes. Got up.

"Got up where?"

"On the table."

"While you were tied down?"

"Yes."

"Like this?" She climbed up. Not so gracefully as Captain Ember had, but she made sure lots of her soft, brown skin rubbed my belly and legs. At last, she positioned herself on her knees between my legs, smoothing down her skirt.

I tried to lower myself so that my cock touched her knees, but couldn't reach any further when there was about half an inch left to go.

"No," I said. "She sat on me."

"On you? Where?"

"On my cock."

"Ah!" she said.

"Don't pretend you don't understand!" I growled. "She sat on my fucking cock, then rode me into heaven, and you know it!"

"Yes, yes," she said and rolled her eyes. "I just wanted to make sure." First she placed her hands on each side of my head, then leaned forward, then let her curls fall on my face, then moved her legs. Then, finally, sat down.

"Like this?" she said from beneath lashes that fanned my face from a few inches away.

"No!"

"No? But I am sitting on your cock. I can feel it like a big log under my skirt. If logs are warm and both soft and hard on the same time, that is."

"Stop tormenting me," I begged. "Please just fuck me like she did. Or go away and leave me alone! You're too damn hot!"

"Why thank you, sir!" she said and smiled. Batted those lashes again. "But I can't go away before have found out what happened to the Captain. So, I guess I have to... continue to unravel this mystery."

I nodded. Agreed very much.

"She made sure there were no items of clothing between you and her? Am I right?" She half rose and hitched the skirt up so that it reached that spot where thigh turns into butt. That special, sensual spot where you can go on caressing a woman for hours.

"Yes!" I said. "She wore a beautiful, green dress!"

"I know that one all right," she said and winked. "Then, she lowered herself onto your penis, am I correct?"

"Yes!" I groaned. "Please just do it." My cock brushed the inside of her thigh. "Please!"

"Did she kiss you, too?"

"Yes!"

"All right," she said. "She leaned down like this..." She brought her mouth close to mine. "Placed a soft, tender kiss on your hungry lips..." She did that too, and I kissed her so hard I felt like bursting. "And then slipped you inside her...?" She sat back, and I felt how my cock was poised and ready at her entrance. Just one more inch and I was in!

"Yes!" I screamed. "Do it! Do it!"

"Well, that was awfully nice of you," she said and jumped off the table. "Now I know just how it went down. Fantastic! Thank you!"

***

I went on pleading her to fuck me for a long, long time before I was able to accept that nothing was going to happen, that she was just enjoying seeing me squirm. Then I lay still for a few minutes, eyes closed, breathing like a yoga guru who's being given a blowjob mid-meditation. When I opened them again, I saw the woman's eyes studying me thoughtfully for a moment.

"Oh boy, you have it bad," she said and smiled. "Scooch over, let me have some space." She climbed onto the table again, but this time she lay down next to me, resting her beautiful head on my arm, looking at me, placing her hand on my chest, just below my nipples, her naked leg over mine, leather skirt riding high.

"Can you stop this!" I said, twisting, trying to get her off me. "You're being an asshole on purpose!"

"Don't say that honey," she sighed and clung to me. Right now the perfume didn't do anything but remind me of how weak I was.

"Yes, you are! And I think I know who you are. You're that Sergeant Tease the Captain told me about, even though your wear these slutty clothes."

"Clever boy!" she said and patted my cheek. "Sergeant Slutty Tease? I like it. Maybe I should go with that?"

I tried to bite her. Failed.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I said. "I came here to enlist in the army, not to be tied up and tortured like this!"

"No..." she said. "No, you didn't. And yet, here you are. Helpless and frustrated. That's got to be tough for you, big guy?"

"So, set me the fuck free!"

"We'll have to see if you deserve your freedom, won't we? Recruit Sam?"

"Well, if you're going to be the judge, then I guess I'm staying!"

"No, no." She was caressing my chest. "You'll be the judge."

"You're joking." Her touch was so light it was hard to stay angry. It was much easier to stay hard.

"Let's try. You said you came her to enlist. True or false?"

"True."

"You did not come to escape the clutches of a nasty woman from Slave Fountain Island?"

My eyes narrowed. Hers opened wider. Those lashes. Those damn lashes. "I did. And now I am enlisting. So, true."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"There is a woman from Slave Fountain Island currently in our custody who wants to see you. Apparently she caused a bit of a disturbance trying to get in. If you want to go meet her so that the pair of you can leave together, I'll set it up right away."

"No." I said. Just the thought of Sprite pouring scalding hot water on me was enough to freak me out.

"I can have her come up? Maybe you two can talk it out? In private? I won't interfere." She lifted her head. The golden hoops swung, glittering.

"No. I want to enlist."

"You do?"

"Yes."

She pouted, leaned over to kiss me on my shoulder, then pouted some more. "Then why do you complain about being tied up?"

"Because I haven't done anything wrong! I had sex. We both loved it. That's all. Get it?"

"Did you say 'Ma'am' when spoken to?" She slapped my cheek. Lightly. Sexily.

"Well, I tried to remember."

"Did you show her courtesy?" She slapped me again. "Did keep your mouth shut when ordered to? Did you talk back to her like you do to me now? I am an officer, too, at least if you got your guess about my identity right." The slaps came quick, and she seemed to relish handing them out. I seemed to relish accepting them.

"I'm supposed to call you 'Ma'am'?" I suddenly felt like doing just that.

"In public, yes. And what do you think is the proper punishment for a young soldier who refuses to learn how to greet his superior correctly?"

"Uh..." I said. "Push-ups, Ma'am?"

"Don't Ma'am me! I hate it, it makes me feel like I am forty-three." She slapped me again.

"Sorry," I said.

"Soldiers do extra exercises, run laps up and down mountains, or clean out the latrines as punishment. Not gift slaves, though. Gift slave soldiers are punished by Sergeant Tease, and Sergeant Tease makes her men cry and promise never to disobey her again. Sergeant Tease loves disciplining her men. She gets sad when they learn so quickly, then get happy again when they come and tell her that they miss the punishments. Sergeant Tease loves her men, they are as innocent and vulnerable as the kids she never had. And this, my dear recruit, is your first punishment. You're staying on this table until you are set free, and the sooner your aching need makes you cry like a little girl, the better for you. Get it?"

I nodded.

She smiled and kissed me. Kissed me again. Ran her finger up my shaft, then let go just before she reached the head. My eyes begged her. Her eyes refused.

"When I met the Captain downstairs just now, she was rattled, distraught, close to hysterics. Granted, she didn't do anything except tremble a little and refused to look me in the face, but you know what she's like. Now she's locked herself in her personal quarters, claiming she has a headache. The gift slaves are furious with you, so uncharacteristically furious that I almost feel jealous, and if you hadn't been tied up, one of them would have come up to beat you senseless."

"What did I do?" I asked. "I only... We had sex. She said she always has sex with the recruits to test their powers. I don't know what my powers are." I didn't repeat the lie that Sprite had told the Slave Fountain Village Circle. Because that was a lie, right? "I think I did exactly what she wanted me to do."

"Could be. The Captain is still young. Barely thirty." Sergeant Tease said. Her hand was now running up and down my belly and chest, caressing and stroking. It was an absentminded gesture, as if she was petting dog.

Absentminded on her part, perhaps. Me, all I could think of was how far down her hand reached each time. I was willing it to go farther. Just a little bit farther.

"But you're even younger?" I said. "I'm twenty-four, and you're around my age, right?"

"Me?" she smiled. "No, I am forty-three. I told you."

"But you don't look..."

"Old, was that what you were going to say, recruit?" She squeezed my balls.

"Sorry!"

"There is a gift slave in town who has the power of making women feel young again. I go to him every time the wrinkles start showing. He's just wonderful. Not that he's much of a conversationalist with his head stuck in that hole in the wall."

"I want to experience that," I admitted. "Being treated like that."

"You will!" she said and pinched one of my nipples. I squirmed. "Once there is a war or a big exercise or something, we'll have you guys lie down next to each other and the girls will start getting in line. Keeping your faces hidden behind a wall or sticking your cocks through glory holes just makes it less intimate and personal. Calms the girls down, makes them think less about what they're doing. It's a strange ritual, but it works out. Yet, that will have to be an experience for another day!"

She rolled towards me and began kissing me again. Then she leaned forward and unbuttoned her blue blouse. "Just... Kiss these for me will you, recruit?"

I didn't have to be asked twice. I would likely have to be asked twice to stop, but that was yet to come. Her breasts were soft and big, and my mouth sought out her nipples.

"You're good at this, recruit!" she said and patted my head. "A natural! Let's just hope we get to keep you. You're a bit special, you see. With the other gift slaves, what normally happens is that the Captain finishes with the recruit, and tell me she approves him. Then, it's my turn. I am in charge of the Slave Squad, and it is my job to induct the men. I get to put the ties around their necks, and then I use them in order to fuse the ties to their souls. Makes it impossible to remove them. Would you like that? A tie you can never take off?"

"Yes!" I shouted from beneath the soft pillows I was worshiping.

"Now, my problem is that you have not been approved. The Captain is in distress. So, what do I do? I have brought a tie and all. It's waiting to be fastened around your neck. To be used as a leash. To make you follow any female soldier who wishes to use you. To have you tied to any ring or pole that's lying around, to make you stay put until a woman decides you may move."

"Please put it on me!" I begged as she let me up for air.

"But that would be wrong!" she sulked.

"Do it anyway!"

"We can't put the tie on, and we can't have sex. I am so, so sorry!"

"Yes we can!"

"And me who was so looking forward to making love to you..." I could feel her immense pout as a tremor running through her body. All totally fake, I was sure. All sexy as hell.

"Please fuck me!"

"What do you say? Shall we do it?" She slid down again, and when her big, brown eyes looked at me from behind her lashes I saw that she was joking no more. She was horny. She wanted me.

"Yes! Damn it, yes!"

"Well, then," she said. "I've got the tie on my body somewhere, and I'll let you use your mouth to get it out for me."

I kissed her again, and she returned the kiss with so much force and weight that I knew that I was about to go to heaven and back again.

That is, if the door hadn't opened to admit a very proper-looking, very intense-looking, very interrupting-looking Captain Ember.

***

I a got feeling I was suddenly an actor in an old-fashioned farce: Sam relaxes on his couch when his girlfriend Ember pops out for a bit. Ember's best friend, Tease, drops by to say hello. Sam and Tease start making out. Just as things get interesting, Ember comes home. Hilarity ensues. The only difference was that there was no time for Tease to hide in the closet or under the bed while Sam had to make up outlandish excuses to explain away lipstick marks and lingering perfumes.