Eternal Slave Ch. 05 - The Necktie

"Stop," Captain Ember's voice said.

I stopped instantly. Not so much because of her command than due to the fact that she had produced a sewing needle, and that this needle was preventing my upper lip from moving any further. In fact, she pricked me, close to drawing blood.

Her eyes were cool, her face tilted slightly, looking down her nose at my confused eyes. "You will not interfere with my work, recruit. Do it one more time, and you will be suspended by straps until I am finished and you are to be used. Understood."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Carry on."

"Yes, Ma'am." I began to pull my head away, but then I was stopped again.

This time it was Sergeant Tease touching me. Her lips were on my throat, and she began to kiss, play-bite, probably covering my white skin in hickeys. As she lifted her head a hoop trailed across the skin on my upper arm, cold and hard.

While she did this, Captain Ember began measuring out the shape of the tie, leaving a chalk outline close to the hem. "A normal tie is between four and five foot long. A slave tie is a foot longer to make it easier to manipulate by female soldiers. Since you are a very tall man, I'll add a few inches. Do you prefer a wide or slim tie?"

"Wide," I said, gasping. "I love wide ties. As wide as possible."

"Not as wide as possible, chief," Sergeant Tease said, taking a break from sandpapering the raw nerve endings in my throat. "We don't want a clown as a slave."

"I am not making a clown's tie, Sergeant," Captain Ember said in a firm voice, finishing her chalking. "This will do." She picked up a pair of scissors.

"Quick, recruit!" Sergeant Tease said and turned around beneath me, pushing her butt upwards. "Get inside me before she starts cutting! Quickly now, or we won't make it!"

I panicked. Reached down and started to unbutton her tight blouse, remembered that what I sought was not up there, then fumbled with the black skirt. Normally the feel of the tight, smooth leather under my fingers would have been something to savor for a long, long time, but right now it was so difficult to pull up on that several four-lettered words burst out of my reddening faced before I managed to yank it up on her butt.

"Go, go, go!" Sergeant Tease said. "She's found where she's going to start cutting! She's putting her left hand flat on the fabric! You're too slow! Faster! I need you!"

I rammed my hand between her legs, couldn't have been gentle, but Sergeant Tease just laughed and goaded me on. I spread the legs wide apart. Fumbled, missed, came too close to the wrong part, moved in the other direction, found wetness.

"She's got the scissors ready! Hurry, Sam! Hurry, or it's too late!"

With one hand on the 'X' I brought my body down to hers and tried to just slide my cock inside. It slipped all over the place. Tried again, and my cock slid past its goal and all but slapped her belly. Put my head to the table top to keep my body up, and used both hands. No use, they were shaking with terror. When I at last broke under the pressure, I returned my arms to the table, jerked my head up, and looked at Captain Ember.

Was I too late? I had to be too late!

The Captain looked back at me, impassive, scissors at the ready. "Sergeant, has he forgotten that you promised him this would all be for his pleasure?" she said.

"Evidently," Sergeant Tease said and winked at me, shaking her head. "But the boys all respond the same as soon as I pretend to take their fun away from them. They get so desperate! You should see their faces. I love it. Come inside now, recruit. Don't hang around the door. The Sergeant is very impatient with indecisive soldiers when the major field exercise is about to commence."

With time enough to finally home in on the bull's eye, I pushed myself as far inside her as I could reach, feeling how I was about to explode in ecstasy. But I would not. Not until she let me.

"Oh, yes!" Sergeant Tease said. "That's more like it. You're so big, recruit. Fit me just right. Just... right."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said and kissed her neck.

"I want your eyes on the dress and the Captain's hands," Sergeant Tease said. "And I want you to keep the rhythm that the scissors make. Got that?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good, because I have a feeling this... Ah... I think I will enjoy myself too much to pay too much attention to..." Her words turned into moans.

"Keep the pace, recruit," Captain Ember said. "I'm watching you." Her green eyes were on the scissors, but I knew she would discover and correct any disobedience on my part at once.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

Captain Ember cleared her throat, looking at us like we were a troop waiting for the order to march out. The scissors held the hem of the green dress in its jaws like a puppy dangling from it's mother's mouth.

"Come on, chief!" Sergeant Tease wailed.

"I'm thinking, Sergeant" Captain Ember said. And waited.

So did the Sergeant and myself. I was deep inside her, my cock throbbing in tune to her muscles, warm and wet and stimulated. I needed to move. I was dying to move.

"Please, chief!"

"Compose yourself, Sergeant," Captain Ember said. "While the recruit is allowed to lose himself in passion, your are still his superior officer and should be in control of your faculties at all times."

"You know I can't do that, chief," Sergeant Tease said. "I need him. I do."

The Captain sighed. It was a deep, drawn-out, composed, and faculties-controlled sigh. "Very well," she said.

The scissors made their first cut into the shiny, green fabric, closing in on the chalked outline of the fantastic tie that they were going to offer me.

I pressed even harder against the Sergeant's butt, my cock so deep inside her it was a wonder it didn't make her guts rattle.

Then the scissors opened, and I drew myself out, the Sergeant squeezing as if she wanted to keep me in place.

When the scissors cut again, I had to force myself to slide back in instead of just ramming her. It was agony, but it was beautiful agony. Sergeant Tease and I groaned in unison as if we were one creature. One automaton, controlled by the Captain.

"Please, Captain," Sergeant Tease said. "Please speed up!"

Captain Ember had no plans to speed up. Captain Ember only had eyes for the task at hand. At least, that's what it looked like. I had not forgotten how insanely horny she had been when she'd ridden me. She had to be getting some kind of pleasure from this, hadn't she?

Both the Sergeant and I moaned and grunted as the scissors made their way along one side of the blade of the sword-shaped tie drawn on the fabric. Both of us wanted to go at it with wild abandon, but the Captain refused. She was precise, she was methodical, and she was relentless.

"How do you feel when you see me cut the dress, recruit?" Captain Ember asked.

"Painful, Ma'am" I replied.

"Why?" she said.

"That dress, it looked so, so sexy on you, Ma'am."

"But you do understand the need to shorten it?"

"Yes, Ma'am. But it hurts!"

"I think you will look good with green around your neck, recruit," she said. "The Sergeant and I take great pride in how our men look."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"The Slave Squad is the best dressed, cleanest unit in the Dux's armed forces."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Keep the pace!" She reached out with her left hand and flicked a finger at my cheek.

"Sorry, Ma'am!"

"Eyes on the scissors!" She did it again.

"Sorry, Ma'am!" When she had flicked me the first time, her braid had fallen over her shoulder and swung just a foot from my face. I had tried not to change focus. I had failed.

"Halt!" she said.

No could do.

"Halt!" she repeated and flicked at me twice, once on each side of my face. "I have put the scissors away. You will stay immobile."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. "Sorry, Ma'am."

"Damn it, chief!" Sergeant Tease said, turning her head to kiss my throat.

I couldn't kiss back. My job was to watch the tie. I wanted to return her affection, though. Wanted it so bad. My throat was on fire.

"I will now prepare to sew the tie. You will recommence with keeping to my pace once I start that process, recruit."

"Yes Ma'am."

She found her pins and began to fold the tie.

"Chief!" Sergeant Tease moaned.

"Sergeant?"

"One minute, if you please..." She was wiggling her butt a little, trying to get the friction going even though I was not allow to move.

"What is it, Sergeant?"

"I've been thinking... Damn, it's hard to think right now. I think you should... Wait..." With me inside her, she leaned over to one side, reaching for something beneath our hot, yearning bodies. "This," she said, and handed it to the other woman.

"It's a strand of my hair, Sergeant," Captain Ember said. "I have no idea of how it ended up there." She did not seem to want to admit that her hair had fallen loose during sex.

"Me neither, chief." Sergeant Tease moaned out her lie. "And I think... I think it should be put inside the tie before you sew it up."

"My hair, Sergeant?" Captain Ember said.

"Yes, chief."

"Inside his tie?"

"Yes, chief."

"Why?"

"I think it's important."

"Why?"

"I can't explain." She pushed against me, groaning. "Please, Captain."

The Captain looked at it. Considered.

"Please take it, Ma'am," I moaned.

"Really? Why do you want me to, recruit?"

"I love your hair. I want it around my neck! To make a slave!"

She considered some more.

"Do you want him to wear it around his neck, Captain?" Sergeant Tease said. There was a faint challenge in her voice.

The Captain shrugged and took the hair. "Since you both insist," she said. "It means nothing."

She placed it on the fabric and began to attach the pins. The tie, which I had seemed looked a little too wide, a little like the clown's tie she didn't want to make, changed as soon as she folded the fabric over. It became perfectly proportioned... Just right.

This was it. This was what I wanted. After watching businessmen and movie stars prance around my TV screen for years wearing luxurious, expensive ties, I was going to get one, too. After fantasizing about women leading me along by one of these classy leashes-in-disguise, I was going to have that experience. At last.

Sergeant Tease could feel my bliss through my cock and the body that hugged hers, and she went on kissing my throat.

"You're happy now, Sam?" she whispered.

"Yes," I said.

"You know you'll be unable to remove it?"

"I don't want to."

"You know you cannot untie any knot tied by a woman?"

"Yes.

"You'll have to stay where she leaves you."

"Yes."

"Until a woman comes to fetch you."

"Yes."

"You'll belong to us now."

"Yes."

"We'll be good to you."

"I know."

"Everyone who sees it will know you are a slave."

"That's fine. I am a slave."

"Yes, you are."

"Commence your activity," Captain Ember said, needle and long, green thread in her hand.

Her words broke the spell that had mesmerized us, and I saw that she was ready to sew the first stitch.

"Keep the pace!" Captain Ember said after a moment and flicked my cheek. She had just stuck the needle into the tie and pulled it out, but I had moved out of Sergeant Tease too fast.

"Sorry, Ma'am!"

She had to flick me more than ten times during the next few minutes. The reason was simple. Whenever she pierced the fabric, she did it with a jabbing motion. That meant I could slam against Sergeant Tease, almost knocking her over with each thrust. Whenever she pulled the needle out, it was a slow, firm movement that just seemed to provoke me to speed up. There were a lot of stitches to be made. I looked at her hands working, unable to blink, the process was the only thing that mattered to me right there and then. The Captain wanted to control me utterly, and would have managed it if it hadn't been for my overpowering lust. My lust pleaded, cajoled, and tricked me into speeding up, again and again. Whenever I erred, I was instantly brought in line.

The Captain's face was serene and composed, yet her movements were a little too firm and her jaw a little too set to hide a smoldering excitement.

When it was done at last, Captain Ember bit off the final loose thread and held the tie up for us to admire. It was wide, it was long, it was smooth, it was shiny and green, and it was simply perfect.

Neither the Sergeant nor I were in any position to speak, but we nodded and moaned out our approval while writhing in frustration at been halted again.

"Do you want to attach it, Sergeant?" Captain Ember said and offered her.

"You, chief," Sergeant Tease managed to whisper. "Your tie. Your hair. You."

"Very well," Captain Ember said and started to measure out the length. "Please commence your orgasms."

"Fuck yeah!" Sergeant Tease screamed. "Come for me, Sam, you sexy, hunky recruit slave boy!"

I started to come just as the green satin ribbon was placed over my neck by the Captain. As I began thrusting into Sergeant Tease to relieve every last remnant of frustration, Captain Ember brought the two ends of the tie together and started to tie the knot. I have no idea if it was a half, a full, a quarter, a double, or a triple Windsor, all I knew was that there was a tie there now, that there was pressure, a rope around my throat. A rope I would not be able to get rid of. A rope marking me as a slave.

"I'm a slave!" I moaned as the Captain finished tying it, tightening the knot. "Finally!"

Then I began crying out of sheer happiness, and I cried for the remainder of the five minutes that I came. I cried when Sergeant Tease began weeping in sympathy with me, our tears falling onto the table, mixing. I cried when Captain Ember grasped the tie, violently, possessive, and pulled my head close to her, kissing me so hard that I knew she was having her own orgasm. And I cried when the band fell out of her hair again and the braid unraveled like the first rays of the morning sun.