Part 27 (2/2)

”I'm Rosh. I'll be your security detail and entertainment officer while you're aboard our fine s.h.i.+p, The Pleasure Bilge. Could you please state your name and business in the Dragon's Mouth.”

Maggie couldn't help thinking that Rosh looked more like a drill sergeant than a cruise director but she kept her opinions to herself. Kor had told her more than once that the men who visited the Dragon's Mouth thought women should be seen and not heard.

”I am Kor and this is my slave whose name is of no consequence,” Kor said. ”I bought her at the Flesh Bazaar not even a single solar week ago and already her d.a.m.n implant is malfunctioning. I'm going to the Dragon's Mouth to track down its creator and see if he can fix it.”

”I see. Very well.” Rosh nodded. ”That is all in order. You may board the s.h.i.+p as soon as you and your slave have pa.s.sed inspection.”

”Inspection? What kind of inspection?” Maggie asked, forgetting she wasn't supposed to talk.

Rosh frowned. ”A very forward slave. I can see why you need her implant fixed.”

”I second her question though-what kind of inspection?” Kor demanded.

”Why, a simply visual check and pat-down to be certain neither of you is carrying weapons of ma.s.s destruction on your person. There are certain...factions that believe our way of life in the Dragon's Mouth is somehow wrong or reprehensible. These zealots have taken to trying to posing as pa.s.sengers and attempting to destroy our more crowded junkets-of which this will be one.” Rosh shrugged. ”So you can see, this is a necessary precaution taken for your own safety. I'm sure you can understand.”

Maggie could feel the low, rumbling growl coming from Kor's broad chest.

”And I'm sure you can understand that no one but me touches my slave,” he rumbled. ”You can look at her-I don't like it but I'll allow it. Touch her, though, and you'll lose your f.u.c.king hand-I promise you that.”

Rosh frowned and his blue skin seemed to go pale. ”I a.s.sure you, Master Kor, no one here will in any way touch or molest your slave. But we have to verify that no weapons are hidden on her person. We-”

”Here.” Maggie didn't know where she got the courage to do it, but she stepped out from the shelter of Kor's long black cloak and stood in front of the blue-skinned guard with her arms spread wide. ”Look at this getup,” she said, turning slowly around. ”Do I look like I could hide anything at all in here-let alone a weapon of ma.s.s destruction?”

”Ah...” Rosh's silver eyes took her in and Maggie felt her cheeks heat in a blush. She knew what he would be seeing-her nipples were pink and tight from Kor's constant stimulation and her p.u.s.s.y was swollen and wet for the same reason. The old Maggie would have tried to slink away to avoid attracting attention to her nearly naked body. But something had changed inside her recently. Was it the effect of the implant...or the things she'd been doing with Kor? Maggie didn't know, she only knew she somehow had the courage to stand her ground while the alien guard looked her over.

”Well?” she asked again, impatiently.

”No, you...you don't seem to be, ah, carrying anything illegal,” Rosh said at last, his eyes glued to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

”Good, then you can stop ogling my slave and check me over instead,” Kor growled. Taking off his cape, he swept it around Maggie's neck, covering her from the prying eyes of the guard. Then he stepped forward and took off his mask. ”Well?”

”I'm glad that's over,” Maggie said under her breath as they finally pa.s.sed through the final connecting door that led inside the huge junket s.h.i.+p. ”I thought they'd never let us pa.s.s.”

”Told you they were extra careful around here. They must have had more attacks lately,” Kor murmured as they walked down the long, dim, metal hallway.

”What factions is he talking about? Who's been attacking them?”

”Mostly female empowerment groups. There are plenty of people-myself included-that don't think a female should be bought and sold like property.”

”You must have seen it all your life as a slave,” Maggie murmured.

Kor grunted a.s.sent. ”I experienced it too. That's one of the reasons I think it's wrong. But I was lucky in a way-I was just bought and sold. These females-some of them have had extreme body modifications in order to make their masters happier.”

Maggie frowned. ”Body modification? You mean like plastic surgery-getting bigger b.o.o.bs and things like that?”

Kor looked grim. ”That barely scratches the surface. Some of the things you're going to see here are pretty disturbing-just want you to be prepared.”

”I'm prepared,” Maggie said confidently. ”After all, how much worse could it get than this horrible implant I've got?”

”A h.e.l.l of a lot worse. You'll see.” Kor stopped in front of a large pair of golden doors. ”Okay, here's the entrance to the main salon. We're going to be spending a large chunk of our time here so try to blend in.”

”Yes, Master.” Maggie dropped her eyes demurely.

Kor gave a short, sharp laugh. ”Very funny, blondie. Let's just see if you can keep it up. I'm afraid you'll have to give me back my cloak now-it'll look strange to have a covered slave-like I have something to hide.”

”Oh, of course.” Maggie handed back the cloak, trying not to feel naked as she did so.

”Thanks. And sorry, sweetheart,” Kor said apologetically. He waved the pa.s.s...o...b..a small round object that looked like a silver marble on a chain-in front of the golden doors and they slid silently open.

Inside was a huge room the size of a football stadium with wide gla.s.s blocks for walls. It was filled with Masters and slaves and reminded Maggie somewhat of the banquet hall area of the Lo'thian spa except that the rules of dominance were most definitely reversed.

As they stepped into the room, she was glad to see that Kor had been right-she wasn't the only scantily clad female slave in sight. In fact, many of the girls she saw had on a whole lot less than she did-just a few strategically placed ribbons or patches-and some were even completely naked except for the elaborate slave collars they wore around their necks.

At least I'm not the only one showing off her a.s.sets, Maggie thought, surveying the room. At least...

But the thought died as she caught sight of something which should have been impossible.

”What...what is she...?” Maggie squinted into the crowd and saw the woman again-the woman who looked completely ordinary except for her three huge b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

”Oh, that?” Kor said in a low voice as they made their way into the crowd. ”That's a slave whose master obviously loves b.r.e.a.s.t.s. One guess what this one's master likes.”

He pointed at another girl who seemed to have something wrong with her mouth. It was a vertical slit instead of being horizontal and- ”Oh my G.o.d!” Maggie whispered as the strange sight finally made sense. ”She's got a...a v.a.g.i.n.a for a mouth! But how does she talk?”

”I think the real question is, how can she eat that way?” Kor returned, his voice a low, disgusted growl.

”A question easily answered if you are truly interested.” The high pitched, fruity voice came from Maggie's right and startled her so much she jumped.

”Oh, uh...” she began nervously, forgetting the speaker, who appeared to be a short balding man dressed in a pale blue toga-like garment, wasn't talking to her.

”She eats with the use of a feeding tube,” the man in the toga continued. ”It's not too much trouble to place, really and it keeps her nice and slender.” He pinched his slave's bare b.u.t.tocks and she jumped and glared at him but said nothing. The man chuckled. ”Which leads me to the other question I think I heard-how does she talk? The answer is obvious-she doesn't. I'm sure you'll agree she's the best sort of slave-one who's always ready to f.u.c.k and never complains about it!” Throwing back his head, he laughed, a high pitched, annoying sound that put Maggie's nerves on edge.

”That's uh, amazing,” Kor muttered, looking like he might be sick. ”Where, uh, where did you get her modifications done?”

”Oh, on Genturous, of course-it's the best part of the Dragon's Mouth for modifications. Just as Hargous is the best asteroid to get implants done on.” He raised an eyebrow at Kor. ”I a.s.sume that's where you got your slave's implant done?”

”Not really sure,” Kor admitted, frowning. ”I bought her at the Flesh Bazaar and she came with the implant but it's not working right. I'm hoping to find whoever developed it so he can set it straight.”

”Ah. A wise course.” The other man nodded. ”If you don't mind me asking, what's wrong with it? I've had several slaves with implants so maybe I can help you trouble shoot it.”

”She's...too mouthy. Speaks out of turn.” Kor frowned. ”Among other things.”

”A great pity.” The other master shrugged. ”But if I may offer some advice-fixing the implant is not the only way to make her more docile. In the center of the room, next to the bar, are several hitching posts where you can tie up a slave if she displeases you. There you will also find various implements of punishment so you can beat the evil out of her if you need to.”

”Kor cleared his throat. ”I'll have to go see that for myself but I'm not a big believer in corporal punishment-that's why I wanted the implant in the first place, to make such measures unnecessary.”

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