Part 28 (2/2)
The Warden of the Blocks shook his head. ”I'm sorry, Master, but the blocks follow a set pattern which is completely unchangeable.”
”Another block then,” Kor said quickly. ”I'll pay for a different one-closer to the top.”
”Impossible,” the Warden said. ”The masters at the top of the rotation have been waiting for hours already. If word got out that I was giving away their blocks, I would lose my job. No amount of credit is worth that.”
”But I-” Kor began.
The Warden cut him off.
”I'm sorry, master, you'll simply have to wait your turn. And in case you're wondering, the lounging area is that way.” He pointed firmly to one corner of the ma.s.sive room. ”Please don't return until your pa.s.s...o...b..summons you.”
”Oh my G.o.d,” Maggie muttered as they left in the direction the Warden had pointed. ”Worst...hotel...ever.”
”I'm sorry, blondie,” Kor murmured. ”I had no idea it would be like this. If there was any other way to get to the Dragon's Mouth...”
”But there's not. I get it.” Maggie crossed her arms over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and hissed as her increasingly sensitive nipples protested the move. ”I guess I'll just have to grin and bear it. In the mean time, maybe we should try to find clues about my implant. You know, put the time to good use.”
”We can try,” Kor said, looking at her doubtfully. ”But are you sure you can wait?”
”I'll have to,” Maggie said grimly. ”Oh, look-I think this is the 'lounging area' he was walking about.”
They had reached a large corner of the room which was roped off by scarlet braids that appeared to be made of some kind of woven hair. Maggie wondered if the hair that made the ropes belonged to some exotic animal...or if it was made of dyed slave hair. Ugh! She had an involuntary s.h.i.+ver at the thought.
Beyond the rope was a long row of plush blue lounging chairs that looked almost like Lazy Boy recliners. But the bottom footrest part of each lounger was split in two with each piece able to swing outward.
”What are those for?” Maggie asked but even as the words left her lips, her question was answered. As she watched, one of the masters led his half-naked girl over to the row of loungers. She was wearing less than Maggie but something besides the girl's scanty dress caught her eye-there was a blinking red light in the center of her naval-an implant! And it looked exactly like hers.
”Kor,” she whispered. ”Look!”
”I see,” he murmured.
They continued to watch as the master sat himself down in one of the chairs. Then he popped open his pants and motioned his slave girl down between his legs. The split between the two moveable footrests left plenty of room for the girl to go on her knees before him.
”Take your time,” Maggie heard him say. ”I want to feel your sweet lips wrapped around me, Belindah my dear.”
”Yes, Master,” she murmured, gazing up at him adoringly. ”And I want to feel you in my mouth.”
Maggie's implant pulsed strongly again as she watched the slave girl take her master's c.o.c.k deep in her mouth, licking and kissing it lovingly. Did the girl actually enjoy doing that...or was it her implant only making her think she enjoyed it?
That's not the real question, Maggie, whispered a little voice in her head. The real question is would you enjoy doing that to Kor? And I think we already know the answer to that.
”Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” Kor murmured, surprising her out of her guilty thoughts.
”Huh?” Maggie jumped. ”Oh, I...I doubt it.”
”I'm thinking,” he continued. ”That if that girl has the same implant as you-”
”Her master might be able to tell us exactly where to go,” Maggie answered. ”But do you think we should, uh, talk to him while he's, you know...busy?”
”I think-” Kor began but the man surprised them both by speaking to Kor.
”Do you have a problem? This is the lounging area, you know-such things are permitted here.” He nodded down at the girl between his legs who continued to suck him lovingly.
”Just admiring your girl's work,” Kor said smoothly. ”My own slave has what appears to be the same kind of implant as yours but her oral technique is sadly lacking. Which is why I'm taking her to the Dragon's Mouth to try and get it fixed.”
”The implant isn't always to blame when it comes to technique,” the master said, relaxing visibly. ”Come, sit beside me and I'll tell you about it. Maybe my girl can give yours a few pointers.”
”Oh, of course.” Kor nodded and took Maggie by the arm. ”Just pretend,” he murmured in a low voice. ”You don't actually have to do anything, all right?”
Maggie nodded but her implant was pulsing and she was feeling hotter by the minute as she followed Kor into the lounge area. When he took the seat beside the other man, she sank obediently to her knees before him ”Now then, tell me the problem,” the man said to Kor.
”As I said, terrible technique. And she's mouthy too.” Kor frowned down at Maggie who did her best to look contrite. ”I bought her at the Flesh Bazaar with the implant already in place and now-”
”Well, let's see this so called 'terrible technique' the other man interrupted. ”As I said, maybe Belindah can point her in the right direction.”
”Oh, that's all right,” Kor shook his head. ”I couldn't possibly trouble your slave to teach mine while she's, ah, busy with you.”
”Nonsense-I insist.” The other man frowned. ”Unless you have something to hide?”
”Of course not,” Kor said. ”It's just that...”
But before he could finish the sentence, Maggie was already leaning forward and unsnapping the magno tabs that held his trousers in place.
Just the tip, she promised herself as his ma.s.sive shaft sprang free and she took it in her hands. That's all, just the tip. I swear...
”Very impressive,” the other master murmured, eying Kor's c.o.c.k as Maggie began to rub and caress it. ”You must have Kindred blood in you.”
”So I'm told,” Kor said in a choked voice. ”I never really knew my parents but-Maggie,” he broke off when she began to rub her cheek against him. ”You, uh, don't need to do that.”
”But I like to, Master,” Maggie murmured, looking up at him. ”I like it a lot.”
She wasn't lying. Maybe it was the implant pulsing in her belly or maybe not, but she found she loved rubbing his thick, long shaft against her cheek. It was so hot and the skin was so silky, his male musk warm and enticing. The dark spices of his skin seemed to invade her brain and make it hard to think. At the tips of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s her nipples were so tight they hurt and between her legs her p.u.s.s.y was throbbing and wet with need.
”You most certainly don't need to do it like that,” the other master said. He looked at Kor. ”I can see what you mean-that isn't very effective at all.”
”Actually,” Kor cleared his throat. ”I find it quite, uh, stimulating.”
”Not as much as you will once my Belindah has showed her a thing or to. Belindah, my love, show this little slave girl how you love to lick,” he instructed his slave. ”It's all right, you may demonstrate on me.”
”Yes, Master,” the girl murmured. Sitting back a little so Maggie could see she began a long slow lick from the base of her master's c.o.c.k all the way up to the crown.
”Ahhh!” her master sighed in evident pleasure. ”See that?” he murmured to Kor. ”She's got the sweetest little tongue I've ever felt. Well,” he added, nodding at Maggie. ”Go on-do as Belindah is. Show your master you can make him feel good.”
”Oh, no, really-” Kor began but Maggie looked up at him and nodded.
”It's all right, Master,” she whispered. ”I...I want to.”
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