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  Enslaving the Master

  Ann Jacobs

  Book 3 in the Pleasure Partners series.

  Doreen needs a mate! She has “killed” another sexbot and the eunuch slaves assigned to serve her don’t provide what she needs. She desperately longs for the touch of a real man. Her very own Master.

  Shedir has everything Doreen needs. Though sex with a real woman is forbidden him, this one is ready to be his sexual slave and fulfill his every desire. Doreen is insatiable! Shedir soon becomes obsessed with the incredibly sexy Earthling exile. But he has willingly sacrificed his life to work, gaining power and prestige, his goal to become a ruler in Earth Federation. To have Doreen, he must give up everything.

  Can unbound pleasure trump ambition? Shedir thinks not, until he’s faced with the sacrifice he cannot make—his woman, his love.

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  Enslaving the Master

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  Enslaving the Master Copyright © 2011 Ann Jacobs

  Edited by Pamela Campbell

  Cover art by Syneca

  Electronic book publication April 2011

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  Enslaving the Master

  Ann Jacobs

  Prologue

  Earth, 2226

  Home. From the moment he stepped off his personal transporter onto the desert sand, Shedir let go the challenges of his job and stretched his tired bones. His body practically shouted its complaints that he had spent too much time in the cramped confines of various spacecraft, but now he had done his duty by the Federation. For a few weeks, his time would be his own.

  He strode toward the home he’d built several years earlier, a small-scale replica of the villa on the Arabian Sea where his ancestors had lived for centuries before the fall of the Old Civilization on Earth. The late afternoon sky provided a soothing backdrop of blues and purples for the villa’s bleached marble façade that lay only a few hundred meters from the warm, azure sea.

  His job gave him everything he’d ever dreamed of—command of men, patrolling the skies with top-of-the-line spacecraft while protecting Earth from the Federation’s off-planet enemies. More than that, he had recently gained what amounted to a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for power and fame. All he must do to achieve that power was to excel at his assignments. And live under the onerous regulations established by the rulers of Earth Federation.

  Those rules were painful but were made less so because Shedir had found opportunities to visit faraway places and do things most Earthlings never did. And to satisfy forbidden fantasies far from the watchful eyes of his commanders. The gods of the Federation willing—for the Allah of his forefathers was a term never spoken in the New Order—his seed would produce the next generation’s leaders, strong men who would rise straight to the top in the ruling hierarchy. Unfortunately he would never know his progeny. Or the women in whose wombs they would be nurtured.

  His cock and balls ached from the rough milking he’d endured a few hours earlier at the hands of a semen-collecting machine at the breeding farm. And his asshole burned from the probe put there to stimulate his prostate and make the milking go more efficiently. As he stepped through the arched double door into his home, he tried to think not of the process, but of the child who hopefully would result—the sons he let himself hope he would someday be allowed to bring here and rear in the traditions of his ancestors.

  A futile hope, but one he would not abandon even though he realized that, if his superiors knew he held such archaic fantasies, he would immediately sacrifice his manhood if not his life.

  As he surveyed the lush silk hangings, the graceful statues that graced the women’s quarters, Shedir mourned that no beautiful houris filled his harem, only a few nameless, sexless drones, like the two who now stood by at his sunken bathtub, their arms outstretched to take away his garments once he disrobed. To ease his lust, there was only a silent sexbot positioned in a marble alcove beyond the tub.

  As beautiful as it was, this haven Shedir had ordered created for his pleasure did much less to entice him than the whole, flesh-and-blood females he had fucked in the brothels on forbidden pleasure planets like Obsidion.

  Keeping in mind that for his sacrifices he had recently been named leader of the Eastern Galaxy Wing of the Federation Star Command, he shed his boots, stripped off his uniform and climbed into the bubbling water of the marble hot tub. He lay back on the lounger and fixed his gaze on the comm panel on the wall, using the large monitor to read and watch his mail and com-vids. The hundreds of built-in water jets pummeled his flesh like a thousand tiny fingers of sharp, warm sensation, coaxing away his fatigue.

  While one of the drones waxed and polished his skull, two more knelt in the water and massaged away the soreness from his feet, which had been ensconced too long in snug, thigh-high uniform boots.

  He snorted his annoyance that there seemed to be nothing but spam in the email. What the fuck did he need with another hot tub, or another sexbot? Any fool should know a man could only use one at a time. “Delete,” he snapped for the twentieth time, and he watched the latest annoyance fade from view.

  Then the face of his old squadron mate, Guy Stone, appeared on the screen. Guy’s glowing electronic eyes still shocked Shedir. Otherwise, Guy looked much the same as he had before the near-fatal crash that had resulted in him becoming a cyborg and persona non grata to the leaders of Star Command. “Greetings from Luna Ten,” Guy said. “I understand from Brad that you’ll be coming this way while you’re on leave, delivering some new toys for us to use to titillate our slaves.”

  “Yes.” The bots on Shedir’s personal transporter had loaded an intriguing wooden bondage wheel this morning, along with various less-interesting provisions bound for Guy’s new home.

  “I hope you’ll be able to stay a few days. This is Cassie, my bonded slave.” The camera panned down from Guy’s face to reveal a glade lush with grass that looked soft enough to use as a bed. A woman knelt before Guy, wearing nothing but the long, red-gold hair currently gathered tightly in his fist. A ring and chain dangled from her clit, and a jewel-encrusted plug winked from her tempting little ass while she sucked Guy’s cock.

  “You know how to make a man feel deprived,” Shedir said, his tone intentionally sour. What did Guy expect, letting him see the luscious Earthling exile giving him head as though that weren’t against at least a dozen Federation laws?

  Guy laughed. Shedir fisted his hands so tightly the nails dug into his palms, and his own cock grew rock-hard despite its recent bruising
encounter with a cold, steel semen collector at the breeding farm. Though he realized Guy had once envied him because of his quick rise at Star Command, Shedir was the one feeling jealous now. He envied his friend for the life he’d made for himself in exile on the tiny utopian planet.

  The scene shifted to another woman, a gorgeous blonde with a hungry, sex-starved look about her. Shedir grew even harder, and he salivated at the sight of her full, ripe breasts with nipples the color of the roses in Rulers’ Garden. Although the screen cut her off at the waist, Shedir had no trouble imagining what the rest of her would look like. A satiny, ivory mound, her rosy clit peeking from between the damp, inviting folds of her pussy, just asking to be tongued. Her cunt and ass, open and as delectable as her gorgeous, full lips. He pictured her in his harem, those lips closed around the base of his cock, sucking it the way Guy’s Cassie was sucking him. Shedir’s sore shaft turned as hard as the marble tub, its angry knob rearing up and eyeing him from above the surface of the water.

  Guy’s voice intruded. “And this is Cassie’s sister, Doreen. Doreen needs a man. She’s just fucked her deluxe model sexbot to death, and Luna Ten is simply out of males who haven’t been neutered and aren’t already mated.” Guy gritted his teeth, then let out a tortured growl. “Gods in the universe, don’t you dare stop now, my precious slave. I’m coming.”

  Torture me, will you? It was obviously okay for Guy to get a blowjob on Luna Ten, but Guy knew damn well what would happen if Shedir dared to touch a live woman here on Earth. He groaned as his bruised balls drew up against the base of his penis. “What have I done for you to believe I deserve this torture, Stone?”

  Guy’s eyes glowed with unconcealed amusement. “I’m just showing you what you can enjoy while you’re here, my friend. Hoping to encourage you to take most of your holiday on Luna Ten instead of in that mausoleum in the desert that you call home.”

  “Fuck you. Your new toys will arrive whenever I choose to bring them. I don’t suggest you hold your breath.” Shedir killed the picture on the screen and wrapped his fist around his erection then let go and willed it to go away, reminding himself that masturbating was also against Federation rules. One never knew when a superior might decide to place hidden cameras in the hope of recording an underling’s indiscretions.

  He took several cleansing breaths and concentrated on the relaxing undulations of hot water against his chest and back. When he regained a measure of control, he flipped the vid-panel back on and dictated a terse reply to Guy, this time copying the memo to personnel at Star Command who tracked his whereabouts even when he was on holiday.

  “Expect me to arrive on Luna Ten at twenty-one hundred hours on Friday, 12 October. I will test out your new equipment with the device you already have. I expect my work there to take three days.” Shedir chose his words carefully. He’d worked too hard and given up too much to risk losing it all. Still, Luna Ten should be far enough away from prying eyes for him to indulge himself with impunity.

  For a moment he allowed himself to wonder why the rulers refused to modify the New Order and let males be Masters as nature had intended. What would it hurt if Earthling males were allowed to pleasure their women as Masters did on faraway planets like Luna Ten, where a few rebellious Earthlings had settled, in order to live life in the manner of their ancestors? Although Shedir had been taught since childhood that Federation laws were necessary to prevent more of the genetic mutations that had nearly destroyed Earth a hundred years earlier following the first alien invasions, he sometimes doubted the necessity of turning those deemed unfit for breeding into drones like the ones now standing by to serve his needs in a purely asexual way. After all, ensuring that only the pure could breed children had required nothing more than a laser beam directed toward the proper body parts, since well before the Fall.

  Even the ancients had gelded their slaves without obliterating all outward signs of their personalities. They’d left them with their humanity, neutered them the way the Federation rulers fixed their favored nonbreeders now. If a nonbreeder was not favored by a Federation member, that person was subjected to procedures that stripped all emotion and will from their minds and removed all internal reproductive organs and external genitalia. Shedir couldn’t help shuddering when he imagined living out his life without the pleasure of sexual release, as a good friend and former colleague had been forced to do. After his friend’s half sister had delivered a child possessing the mutant gene, they’d tested and found him to be a carrier, too. He and his half sister were now Federation service drones—stripped of their humanity, basically automatons.

  Shedir rose from the tub and stood still while the two drones used soft Turkish towels to blot the water from his skin. When they finished, he murmured thanks and patted each one. Though the drones had no will, they had once been human. These had been females. Though they said nothing and showed no emotions in their empty eyes, he believed that on some level they registered and appreciated the small acts of kindness that cost him little, considering the services they silently rendered.

  Anticipating a good night’s sleep, a few days of walking along the seashore and meals of fresh dates and oranges from his own courtyard, he stretched out on his sleeping couch and dreamed of the forbidden pleasures soon to come.

  Chapter One

  Luna Ten

  Ecstatic moans and whimpers from Luna Ten’s mated couples mingled with the chirping of the birds. A gentle breeze rustled softly through the branches of fruit trees laden with ripening peaches, pears and apples. The heady scent of the purple, flowering vines lent a sweet, spicy fragrance to the clean, fresh air. The vines were unique to Luna Ten. They sensed and obeyed the Masters, binding the slaves in submissive positions for their Masters’ pleasure.

  What a perfect day for fucking in the glade, for savoring erotic perfection and sharing sexual pleasures without the repression of Federation laws! Doreen Kelly strolled across the soft grass carpet of the fucking glade, enjoying the gentle tug of the gold ring that pierced her clit. Her long, unbound hair moved in sensual patterns against her back and shoulders.

  Doreen’s cunt grew wet as she watched Guy fuck Cassie. Damn it, why couldn’t it be her beneath him while he thrust his huge, purple-headed cock into her cunt? Each delighted exclamation that came from her sister’s mouth got her hotter, more desperate to have a man instead of a sexbot’s mechanical tool. Her nipples felt swollen and needy, and her clit twitched as she imagined a lover tweaking the ring and then reaming her cunt with a real cock.

  She watched Guy’s cyborg eyes turn red, signaling the lust that fueled every deep, deliberate thrust, each light tug on the chain that connected Cassie’s nipple rings to the one in her clit. Guy had one hand fisted at the base of Cassie’s braid, tugging it every time he pulled his glistening, jeweled tool back before plumbing her cunt once more. Gods, but Doreen wanted that kind of fucking, too. She wanted to contract her muscles around a rock-hard, jeweled fucking tool, and she wanted—no, needed—to feel a man spurt hot semen into her.

  Drawn inexorably by the sights and sounds of impending sexual gratification, she inched closer. She watched as Guy sank into Cassie—to his satiny smooth, ruby-studded scrotum—one last time and bellowed. She saw how his powerful ass muscles contracted as he shouted his triumph. His heavy testicles and Cassie’s labia glistened with the slick juices of sex. Doreen’s cunt clenched rhythmically, as though it were trying to milk the semen Guy was spurting into her sister’s deliciously helpless body.

  Good trick if you can do it, Doreen. Her nipples tingled, fiery hot with lust though the cool breeze swirled around them. Her sister and the big, gorgeous cyborg were mated. Promised to each other for life. To each other alone. Nobody else.

  I’m fucking out of luck.

  Doreen couldn’t stand any more of this watching and wanting. She looked toward the other side of the glade, only to see the colony leader fucking his mate’s ass with a strap-on while gently probing her cunt with his own impressive tool. What w
ould it feel like for a Master to take her hair or lick her slick, smooth scalp the way Brad was doing to Aurora? How would it feel if she had a Master and he rubbed his pierced tongue over the taut skin of her distended belly that would soon expel his son or daughter?

  Damn it, Doreen didn’t want a Master. But she wanted—no, she needed—to submit. To a man. Not a sexbot and not a eunuch.

  Too bad Guy had been mistaken in his assumption that there would be unattached male Earthlings on Luna Ten. Her newest sexbot and the twin eunuch houseboys who’d become her friends in the two months since she’d settled here would have to satisfy her. They’d better satisfy her. Now. Her nipples hardened and elongated in anticipation of Aloysius’ and Argus’ attentive suckling. And her clit swelled and twitched, setting the small, gold ring into motion. Gods, but her cunt was on fire.

  By the time Doreen sprinted the two hundred yards or so to her shelter beneath a graceful native tree much like the towering oaks on Earth, she was wet, hot, and more than ready for release. Where in ten hells were her eunuchs? She eyed her sexbot, reclining in readiness on her sleeping couch. Good thing she didn’t have to find him, too.

  “Aloysius! Argus!” she yelled. Then she impaled herself on the sexbot’s ten-inch cock.

  “Yes, mistress?” the twins asked in unison as they ran to her side, white robes flapping and the bells on the ends of their rope belts tinkling. Before Doreen could order them to service her, they prostrated themselves beside the couch, the fronts of their turbans cushioning their foreheads from the hard, pink tile flooring. She’d yet to understand why eunuchs and sterilized females covered their bodies from head to toe as the law required on Earth, while most inhabitants of Luna Ten went naked, weather permitting.