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Chapter 21

Ava

It's been a day or so, since James told me his plan to bring Grace into the fold. I was hesitant at first, but James could be quite convincing if he wanted to be. Plus the prospect of finally turning my best friend into my lover, was too irresistible to pass up. Following his instructions, I started being more affectionate towards her, more hugs, more kisses; just basically what I normally do for her, but just more frequently. The point of it was to lower Gracey's guard and act like it was, back in the day. Trying to make her feel comfortable to the point where she would be okay with any suggestion I would make towards her.

Like the fact, I told her that we should have a movie night in my room, just like we used to do back at the RTC training facility. We used to have one every weekend; where it was just me, her, junk food, and a large stack of movies. Only this time, instead of our normal chick flicks, it was going to be ones provided by James. With all the smothering I had been doing with Grace, when I finally opened up to the thought of having a movie night, she went for it.

I was about to go tell James the good news, until I ran into Emma. I paid her no mind, that is, until I saw she had something strange on the top of her head, and face. Curiosity getting the better of me, I followed her. She was heading towards the showers. I could have just left things at that, but I had to know if what was on her face was Jason’s cum.

I slowly entered the bathroom while trying my best to not make a sound. I made it to the corner of the lockers where we place our stuff. That was when I saw Emma slipping out of her jumpsuit, and was shocked at what I saw. She was completely naked underneath her clothes, but that was not the most surprising thing. What was surprising was, in addition to what appeared to be fluffy, white cat ears, she was also wearing a fluffy, white tail that was coming out of her cute little butt. Once she got out of her suit, I finally got a proper profile of Emma's perfect little body. She looked yummy to look at, with her taut tummy, small but very firm butt, and, of course, her very perky breasts that you just want to latch onto for days. I knew she was cute to begin with, notably her impish facial features, but with the outfit that she had on under her jumpsuit, she looked downright yummy. Especially with her white cat ears, her cat’s tail, and what would appear to be very sexy thigh-high socks. The way they clung to her slender legs, made her already-cute little figure, even sexier. Everything she was wearing screamed naughty house cat, and all you wanted to do was stroke that tiny, little pussy.

Emma removed her unusual attire, but she left the tail in place. Then without any delay, she made her way to the showers. She must have forgotten about it; I was also guilty of making such a mistake on more than one occasion. That was until she reached the center of the shower space, where she began to remove her tail. She was very tentative in the beginning, but with a firm pull, she managed to dislodge the tail from her ass. What came out—shocked me to my core. What came out was a steady stream of milky-white liquid that seemed to have no end in sight. At that moment, I knew what happened.

‘James fucked Emma,’ I screamed into my mind.

I could not believe James was fucking Emma, and not tell me about it. A little perturbed by the whole thing, I quickly and quietly left the shower room, and made a beeline to James’ room. I barged into the room without asking permission; startling him from what he was doing.

"Why haven't you told me?" I almost yelled at him.

“About what?” he asked, looking very confused.

"About you and our ship's mechanic.”

“How did you find out?” he asked me, finally coming to his senses.

I told him everything that had transpired when I ran into Emma. He seemed quite amused when I told him about the river of cum exiting Emma's ass, but he still kept his mouth shut. “So do you have anything to say for yourself?” I asked him.

"Why are you so mad? It was your idea that I should sleep with the other crewmates.”

"Yeah, well, I was hoping that you would tell me what you were doing, You know, being kept in the loop," I told him, trying to hide the fact that he was right.

He had this sinister grin on his lips, and before I could speak, he maneuvered me to the other side of the room. “Kora,” he said out loud, then a sexy fairy appeared in the middle of the room. "Do you remember when I told you that Kora was showing Grace my sexual escapades?" he asked, and I nodded to his question. "Well, why don't you see what happened between me and Emma.”

And just like that, in the middle of the room, a holographic version of James and Emma were on display, and a scene of rough, hard sex played out, right in front of me. I thought that I liked it rough, but when I saw what James did to cute, little Emma—he just didn't fuck her, but absolutely destroyed her. To be fair, she did try to blackmail him, but watching him turn the tables on her was a major turn-on. Especially with Emma dressed up in that catgirl outfit, and those thigh-high socks really made me want to consider wearing them, even more so after James commented that he liked the way they look.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I hadn’t known that James had it in him. I knew he could be rough during sex, but the way he used Emma—like his own personal sex toy, only told me that he was holding back. Hearing him being all forceful, with his dominating presence, the way he was fucking ‘Emiecat’. It looked like he was a crazed beast destroying this poor little cat with his cock, and that she was loving every single moment of it.

"It's quite a sight, isn't it?” he said, to me from behind.

Hearing him like that, sent shivers down my spine. Then wIthout even realizing it, I was squeezing my thighs together. "Yes, it is," I started out, still feeling quite flushed from the whole situation, "I didn't think she had it in her."

“Had what?” he asked me, having moved fully behind me, making me feel small.

“Had it in her to be a total submissive slut,” I replied.

"Oh yeah, I don't think she knew that either, or at least until I fucked her into complete submission," he said to me, with a bit of a husky voice.

"You really did," I said to him, as I heard Emma meowing on the hologram, just when James ordered her to. I was still in shock, seeing James being brutal with Emma, to the point that it should have been downright painful, but the moaning and screaming in ecstasy, told me otherwise. Emma was really getting off on being James’ pet. Then, while lost in my own little bubble, I felt James wrap his big strong hands around my firm breasts.

“So, now you know what happened between me and Emma was not entirely my fault,” he said to me, as he started tweaking my nipples, causing a small moan to leave my lips.

"No… I am sorry for accusing you of doing something wrong. I should have known better," I told him, while trying to stifle my moans.

"Well, since this was a misunderstanding, I can forgive you for your rudeness," he said to me. "But, that doesn't mean you shouldn't be punished," he said, as he pulled down my nipples very hard, causing a yelp to escape my lips. As soon as he finished roughly pulling on my tits, he let go and made his way to the storage case. “Before we get to your punishment, how is it going with Grace?” he asked me, while he was looking through his stuff.

"Oh, everything is going great, actually. She’s been accepting my increased affection really well, and that we are having the one-on-one movie night, like you planned," I said to him, trying to hide the fear within my voice.

“That's good to hear. Do you have the video playlist I made for you?”

"Yes Master, I still have it."

"Good, now for your punishment," he said to me, as he found what he was looking for.

It turned out to be one of the vibrating eggs that he borrowed from me. He brought it to his desk, and he did something with it on his hand terminal.

"Strip," he said in a firm voice, while not looking at me.

“What?”

"I said strip, and don't make me repeat myself again," he said to me, and this time, he made eye contact.

Doing as I was instructed, I began to strip down to my underwear. Still not wearing a bra since all my old ones wouldn’t fit.

"Underwear, too," he said to me, while he also picked up a small, cloth-like object.

After taking everything off, and now standing in the nude, James just stood there; looking me up and down, appraising my body like I was a prized mammal. I was starting to feel self-conscious about my body the longer he stared at me. I was worried that my body wouldn’t be enough, but he quickly put my doubts at ease.

“You still look beautiful my little nymph,” he told me, which in turn, brought a smile to my face. “Now even though I forgive you, that doesn't mean you get a free pass. You accused your Master of wrongdoing. Masters should never be questioned on any of his actions, unless he gives you permission to do so. Did I give you permission?” he asked.

I shook my head, no, afraid to speak up.

“Good. Now, I have two things for you," he said, while holding up his hands, "one is a gift, and the other is a punishment.” He continued, “This one here's for you to wear," holding up the small fabric. "Since you are my slave, you need something to show that you belong to me. A slave needs a collar to show that they are owned. I’m working on one just for you, but for now, you are wearing this," he said, handing me the fabric.

It was a black-lace choker with an elegant design. It was about an inch wide and had intricate, floral patterns stitched to it. In the center, it had a small-jewel pendant that matched my emerald eyes. While examining it, I looked at its back. I found a small engraving that had three small letters, ‘P.J.P.’. Confused by this, I asked James what it meant, and he explained to me they stood for 'Property of James Pierce’.

He told me that this was something that I could wear around the ship, and to everyone else, it would be a nice accessory to my outfit, but to those who knew the real meaning behind it, would know that James owned me. He placed the choker around my neck and cinched it, until it was almost tight around my neck. Not too tight that it was choking me, but just tight enough that I knew it was there.

James activated the mirror function on the wall, and I saw myself. I looked alluring with the choker on; like I was some mysterious person who oozed sexuality and submissiveness. After all, the choker was supposed to represent my submission to James.

"Like what you see?" he asked me.

"Yes, Master. It looks beautiful. I truly love it," I said to him, while slyly touching the emerald-colored stone.

“Good, you are going to wear that from now on when you work, or out in public. You may take it off when you shower and sleep, or when you put on your actual slave collar. Now, with that out of the way, it is time for your actual punishment. Bend over and spread your ass,” he ordered me with an authoritative tone.

Even though I was becoming a little scared; I could not deny how dripping wet, my pussy was. As James inserted the vibrating egg into my pussy, he began to explain his punishment for me.

"I assume you know what is currently inside of you, so I am just going to tell you what to expect over the next several hours. I’ve linked this vibrator which is currently lodged right next to your G-spot to Kora. What she is going to do is tease your sensitive pussy up to the point of climax… but you will never cum," he said to me, pausing to let the last part sink in.

“A good slave gets to cum, and at this moment, you are not a good slave. So for your punishment, you must suffer under Kora’s torment for the rest of the day. Having her tease your naughty pussy to the brink. You will not decide when to cum—only she or I will.”

Hearing that I will have to be wearing this throughout the whole day, I was very nervous. Still, though I had to go through it, no matter what. I would be a good slave.

"Let's provide a demonstration; shall we, Kora…" He looked towards her, as she understood what to do.

"As you wish, Master." Kora bowed, and then showed me a sinister grin. She decided to be cheeky, and a box with a handle appeared right next to her. She pulled the handle three-quarters down, and in an instant, the vibrator roared to life. I snapped my legs shut, and I bent over as if someone punched me in the gut. A loud moan escaped my lips; then, just as fast as it started, it suddenly stopped. The vibrator was strong, but having it right next to my G-spot made it even more intense.

‘This is going to be a long day,’ I said to myself, as I steadied my feet, standing.

"Kora, here, will be in charge of your vibrator. Only we will dictate whether or not you deserve an orgasm. And don't worry about having one too early. Kora can tell when you are close, and will take action in stopping it," he said, as he handed me a small headset device.

"This right here is an AR device that will allow you to see, and hear Kora. She can closely monitor your progress, and even interact with you."

And with that, he began to attach it to my ear. With some small calibration, Kora disappeared from the room, but reappeared right in front of me as an augmented reality figure. It was a little strange at first, but James told me that I would get used to it.

"Now with that all set and done; it is time for your first task. You are going to be delivering something special to Emma," he said, as he lowered his pants. "Your task is to carry my load of cum from your mouth to hers. You are not allowed to swallow a single drop," he ordered me.

With that, he began to use my face like a pussy. The only difference was that I could taste the residue of Emma's pussy on his cock. He didn't take long, as he delivered his scalding hot load into my waiting mouth. It was hard, but I did not swallow a single drop. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked like a chipmunk who stuffed its mouth full of nuts. With everything said and done, James had me dressed in only my panties and jumpsuit and then sent me on my merry way.

It was really difficult walking around with a mouth full of his cum, but what made it worse, was the constant teasing of the vibrator up my pussy. True to James’ instruction, Kora kept me on the proverbial edge. As soon as I reached the peak, Kora would turn off the vibrator, halting my orgasm in its tracks. To make matters even worse, the warm taste of James's addictive cum was making me really horny. Adding all of them together made me a really, fucking-horny woman.

I was speeding down the hall and made my way to the shower room, the last place I saw Emma. Luckily, she was still there trying to rid herself of James’ spunk from her cute little face. Deciding to not be subtle about it, I rushed right into the shower room.

Noticing me, Emma was about to voice her surprise. Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t get a word out, as I grabbed her face and planted a soul-sucking kiss on her soft lips. She tensed up at first, but after forcing some of James’ cum into her mouth, she began to relax. That was when I shoved my tongue into her hot mouth. With it, I made sure to paint her mouth white with James’ thick cum. Then I felt Emma swallow some of his cum; her whole body shuddered as if she came right on the spot. For some reason, James’ spunk had the power to make people cum every time it entered them. I didn’t know why or how he did it, but I wouldn't have wanted to change that superpower for anything.

"That is good, my sister slave. Now it is time for your reward," Kora said in my ear, as she cranked the vibrator on high. That once lingering orgasm now came crashing down on me and took me by storm. The sudden climax caused me to inadvertently swallow a small amount of his cum. Doing so, prolonged my already-intense climax and made it stronger. It was as if throwing napalm to an already-raging fire.

By the time I came down from my euphoria, Emma finally asked me what was going on. That was when Kora gave me a prompt of what to say.

"Master told me that I had to give you his seed with my mouth," I said to her, with a smile.

“Master?” Emma asked.

“Yes…” I said, trying to figure out how to put this, “James is my Master. I must do as he instructed me; which was to deliver your ‘MILK,’ Miss Emiecat,” I said, emphasizing the milk part.

Hearing me calling her ‘Emiecat’ really got her attention, and asked, “How did you know?”

That was when I told her everything. The first time James fucked my mouth, our first time being together, and everything since then. I even told her how I knew about them in the workshop, and the reason why for me punishment that I was currently receiving.

“Still though, why him?” Emma asked me.

“To be really honest, I still don’t know. There is just something about him that makes it feel right. He brought something out in me, that I didn’t even know existed, and for some unknown reason, I trust him. Maybe I am delusional, and I know when we reach our destination he will be gone. So I am going to enjoy every second I have with him as his personal slave. Plus, he is really good in bed with that thing between his legs,” I said to her, hinting at the implication of James' monstrous cock and its pussy-destroying powers.

“Yeah, he did feel pretty good. My pussy is still throbbing even after taking a long shower," Emma explained to me, starting to lose some of her shyness.

"Yeah, he can do that to you. Anyway, I am still in the middle of my punishment and I have dinner to prepare, but James did ask if you would like to come over to his room tonight?” I asked her the question that Kora informed me of.

“Why?”

"I don't really know. Maybe to just hang out, maybe have some 'cat play' time, or maybe he wants to just cuddle with you.”

“Cuddle? Why?” she continued to ask me.

"Well, you are his pet now. Maybe he wants to fondle you like he did back at the workshop."

At the mention of that, her cheeks began to redden.

"Well, whatever you decide to do, I know you will enjoy yourself," I told her, as I stepped out of the shower, knowing full well, that my punishment was only beginning.

“I hope you enjoyed that because that will be your last one for a while,” Kora said, switching on the vibrator.

Grace

I was standing outside of Ava's room in my comfy pajamas. She had been quite affectionate to me lately, which made me feel like it was old times. It felt like we were back in our dorm room on a Friday night, preparing ourselves for movie night. Even though Ava and I had been together ever since we completed RTC training, we rarely did anything like this, anymore. It was mostly my fault, since I thought those movie hangouts were a thing of the past. But now, with her being more touchy-feely, and the invitation for movie night, it was starting to feel like old times.

I entered her quarters and found Ava at her desk. She was connecting what looked like a media drive, and was ready to queue up our movies tonight. She still hadn’t acknowledged the fact I entered her room, so I just stood there, admiring the view of her perfect ass. Looking at it, always brought back memories of her homemade sex tapes with her lovers, and most recently, James.

Looking at it more closely, I noticed that her ass and hips were slightly bigger, and wider than before. It didn't look bad at all, it just gave her a more rounded bubble butt. After setting everything up, Ava stood up and looked over her shoulder towards me. I was greeted with her most-warmest smile. Looking at her profile view, I also noticed that, besides her more ample ass, her boobs had seemed to have gotten bigger. I know this because she was wearing her favorite t-shirt with the whimsical rainbows and unicorns. It was the shirt she would alway wear around me, ever since I met at RTC. They were noticeably bigger, and yet still retained their perky appearance. If anything, their bigger size made them look more bouncy. With her new bust size, and her nice firm ass, she looked more beautiful. She was also wearing that choker she had on during dinner. She wouldn’t fully say why she was wearing it, but it made her look even more alluring and sexy…

“Hey sis, are you ready for movie night?” Ava said, in her chipper tone, but I also detected a small squeak within her voice.

‘Sis?!’ I said to myself. It has been a long time since Ava called me sister, and I must admit, it made my heart flutter. "Yes, I am. So what are we watching tonight?"

“Well, I asked James if we could borrow his media drive, so that we could watch some of his anime. I figured we could watch something new. I hope you don’t mind.”

"Oh no, I don't mind. In fact, I kind of like watching them, too. What should we watch?" I asked her.

"So, I figured that I can put it on shuffle for random shows, and we can decide what series we want to watch," Ava explained, as she hit play on the monitor.

We spent about an hour watching different episodes from different series. Some were good, some were bad, but we didn't decide which series to stick to, until we stumbled on an episode named, ‘Kanojox3’. It was way different than the rest, but somehow caught our attention. It started off with a guy who, for some reason, had to move in with a friend that he hadn't seen in years. Of course, the friend turned out to be a girl and she lived with her two sisters.

It started off like any other show, but then things really got steamy when he accidentally walked in on his childhood friend, who was naked. This was a first for me, and I was about to suggest watching something else, but Ava said that we should keep watching it. I went along with it, thinking that it was just a show that had more nudity, but I was wrong. Not even three minutes later, we saw that he ran into one of his new roommates who was masturbating. This was porn—actual, anime-style porn. As soon as that realization set in, my pussy started dripping. I decided to not say anything, figuring that once the episode ended, we would go on to another series. The show got raunchier, as time went by. At one point, his long-lost female friend was on a public transport system, and she was helping him relieve his erection, by having him thrust his very-large cock between her plump thighs.

"Wow, he is just as big as James," Ava said, in a whisper; just loud enough for me to hear.

So caught up in the porno, I almost completely forgot about Ava, who was right next to me. She was definitely sexually aroused. Chest heaving, flushed cheeks, and squeezing her thighs together; she so desperately wanted to rub her pussy. She finally caught on to me staring, and she immediately looked away.

"Sorry, it's just that his cock looks so huge," she said, while bowing her head.

Not wanting to embarrass her any longer, we went back to watching the porno. I tried my best to not look over, but I would hear small moans and groans from her. It sounded like she was enjoying herself, but then every once in a while, I would hear a certain groan that sounded more frustrating than pleasurable. Unsure what to make of it, I just focused more on the show than my friend.

"Wow, she kinda looks like you," Ava said, pointing to the new character.

The character she mentioned was a friend of the roommate, and I had to admit, we did have some similarities. We both had long black hair, smooth white skin, and a similar eye color, but hers was more violet than mine. I paid no mind to her, since nothing happened to her. By the end of the first episode, the main character had already gotten a foot job by this new blonde, who was his roommate’s younger sister; someone who kind of looked like Emma. He also had sex with the roommate’s older sister.

Finally, it ended with him having sex with his old friend. It was very erotic, and by the time it ended, my pussy was leaking like a sieve. Ava was not doing any better, but to my surprise, she suggested that we should finish the series. I was apprehensive, but my horny mind got the better of me. I said yes to her idea, and she hit play on the media player.

The second episode was even raunchier than the first, but what sent me over the moon, was when the guy was having sex with the girl who looked like me. Onscreen, she only had sex so she could pacify his sexual needs, but as soon she wrapped her lips around his cock, she succumbed to it. Watching it made my pussy dripping wet, and every time he slid his dick inside her, a part of me thought it was James fucking the girl. That thought led me to think about what it would be like if James and I had sex. I knew it could be pleasurable, by the way Ava looks every time they were together, but the thought still made me apprehensive.

We continued watching the series until the very last episode. By the end of it, my body was practically humming. It was incredibly difficult to be watching a porno and not have done anything to get me off. Ava was in the same boat as me, because it looked like she was about to jump out of her skin. She did make a few comments about how the main guy fucked all the women in sight, and how good it looked. I kept my thoughts to myself, but what I really wanted to do, was finger myself to completion. I thought maybe Kora could play back some of James’ exploits.

We called it a night and said our goodbyes. We hugged, but maybe because of her heightened state of mind, Ava reached out and kissed me on the lips. I froze up from her initial gesture, but also realized it was something that I wanted to do. So I slowly leaned in and became a participant in the kiss. Her lips felt wonderful against mine, and when she felt me lean in, she slid her tongue into my mouth.

She had a strange and salty taste on her lips, but it wasn't an unpleasant one. Before I could even discern what it was, she ended the kiss. Ava had this huge blushing face and apologized for it, but I told her it was okay. I even told her that I enjoyed the gesture. Hearing myself say that, made me blush alongside her. After the initial awkward silence between us passed, we said our goodbyes once again. Once I was outside her lovely room, I made a beeline towards mine, and as soon as I entered, I stripped away my clothes and fingered myself to completion.

Ava

As soon as Grace left my room I dropped to my hands and knees. I was about to break out into tears, but not tears of sadness—tears of frustration and need. Ever since that last climax with Emma in the shower room, Kora had kept me on the proverbial edge of my climax. The constant teasing and varying intensity of the vibrator, had brought me so close many times, but Kora made sure I didn’t go over. To make matters worse, I was instructed to act like nothing was going on. If I even hinted that something was off, then the punishment would be extended. I thought it would be easy, since it wasn’t my first time I walked around with a vibrator up my cooch, but Kora really knew how to make it a punishment.

“Well, that was fun. Wasn’t it?'' Kora asked, as she appeared in her holographic form.

“Please,” I begged her.

“Please what?”

"Please let me cum. I’ve been a good girl. Please let me cum," I begged, as I made my way to my bed, and stripped off my clothes. "Can't you see? I have been leaking so much, that my juices didn't just soak through my panties, but my shorts, as well," I said, as I held them up in the air.

“What... you didn’t like what I did, during the show?” she asked, with that mischievous, cruel smile of hers.

What she was referring to, was that during the entire time of watching the series, she would turn on and off the vibrator, mimicking the thrusting of the guy’s cock. She did it in such a way, that it felt like I was getting fucked by the character, himself. It would have been fun, but she never once, let me cum.

"Just, please... Just let me cum. I did everything. Everything!" I shouted. I was now begging to an A.I. system.

“Do you understand what you did wrong?” she asked me.

“YES! I will no longer question James ever again. I know what I did was wrong. It was not indicative of a slave,” I said, weeping to this hologram.

“Do you understand why he punished you?”

"Yes, because I was a bad slave, and bad slaves need to be punished," I said, almost out of breath.

"Good. Now you understand what you did wrong and why you should be punished; your punishment is now over," she said to me.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now, it is time for your reward," Kora said, before she set the vibrator to maximum overdrive.

In a matter of a single moment, all those orgasms that were denied to me, came crashing down all at once.

“OHHHH… FUUUUUCK!” I screamed, in pure terror and ecstasy.

It was like a collapsing star. All of my orgasms collapsed together until a supernova appeared. Then all at once, it exploded outward, consuming all the worlds around me until there was nothingness. It was so strong that only my head and toes were touching the mattress. And to top it all off, I squirted so hard that it looked like a busted water line, spraying my love juices everywhere. My mind was mush by the end of it all. I came so hard that it felt painful. I was about to call it quits, but Kora had sent that vibrator back into overdrive.

“FUUUUUCK… NOT AGA—”

My words stopped short, before slipping into unconsciousness. She ripped another world-ending orgasm right after another, and before I knew it, my world turned to black.

By the time I regained some semblance of awareness, the room was dark, and I was very cold. My bedsheets were soaked through, and my body felt sticky. I felt the vibrator, turned off, next to my leg. Apparently, during my blackout, the vibrator fell out of my poor pussy, and was laying next to me. I managed to bring myself up to my arms when Kora floated right in front of me.

“That looked intense. How do you feel?” she asked, in a motherly voice.

"I feel like my body was put through a wash cycle, but I feel fine. Maybe a little dehydrated," I told her.

"That's to be expected, you did squirt out a lot. You definitely need to change your bedsheets, and maybe shower, as well," she informed me.

"I think I will take that shower, but I don't have the strength to change my sheets; I might go to sleep with Master, though. I sleep much better when I’m with him.”

"He does, too," Kora informed me.

“Really?”

“Yes. More than you will ever know. A word of warning. He is not alone,” Kora informed me.

"Really? Is Emma there?" I asked, and Kora confirmed.

“Well it might be a tight fit, but that just means I would be closer to him. Plus, I don’t mind sharing,” I said, in a chipper tone. Then on jello legs, I made my way to the ship's showers.

Chapter 22

Emma

I was deciding whether or not to head to James’ room. It would be the first time I’ve been there since setting it up on the first day. I mostly didn't want to go see him,  especially after everything that had happened in my workshop. Unfortunately, a small part of me did want to see him. I had been thinking a lot about James, even more so, since he had made Ava run out and plant a heated kiss, full of his cum, to my lips. I would have found that mortifying, except for the way Ava looked after completing her task—she looked blissfully satisfied. Like she had completed a great task, and should be proud of it.

I still can't get past the whole master-slave thing, that she told me about. The whole idea that someone owns someone else, just sounds completely wrong. Still, though, the way that she described it, there was no shame or apprehension for being James’ slave; in fact, she was excited by it. Then the comment about me being his pet really sent me on edge. Yes, he did manhandle me and made me meow like a kitten during the most amazing experience I had ever had; but still, that shouldn't mean I was his pet.

I had been thinking about James for a while now; everything that he had done, and the time we had spent together. He was always kind to me, and even though I was clearly smarter than him, he never held it against me like other people had. In fact, he even praised me for it, and said it was a true gift. Even with my body being underdeveloped, he liked the way it felt. Just thinking of that, brought back memories of him kissing, licking, and sucking on my body, which in turn, gave me goosebumps.

Plus, if I was truly being honest with myself, I did love the way he treated me during sex; especially, the whole role-play routine. It brought out something primal within me, that I didn't know existed. Then when he had me on his lap, naked, I loved every second of it. James was far different than any other person I had met, and that was not just because he was a man. He was smart, insightful, caring when he wanted to be, and more importantly, he seemed to understand me, and others. Maybe being with James was not such a bad idea. The more time I spent with him, the more I could understand him, and maybe I could get to experience more of that blissful experience we shared together. The true question was—should I be his pet, or not?

With my decision in mind, I got dressed to see James. Since it was nighttime, I opted out to wear some comfortable clothing. I wore a loose-fitting t-shirt and some shorts, something I would normally wear when I sleep. The only difference was that I also decided to wear another pair of thigh-high socks. They were similar to the last pair I wore, but instead of a blue-and-white-striped pattern, they were now black and white, with a cute, white cat paw at the soles of the feet. I really loved wearing these thigh-high socks for the way they hugged my legs. In fact, I was loving it so much, that I was starting to consider trying on those thigh-high stockings that the ‘Ice Queen’ wears. The only things that I did not decide to wear, were my cat ears and tail. I did not want to give him any ideas. With everything set and done, I grabbed the gift I made for him, and with everything in hand, I left my room.

Knocking on James' door, I didn't wait too long for him to open it. When it slid open, I got a perfect view of his hard, naked body. He must have just come from the shower because he still had beads of water rolling down his well-defined muscles. The only saving grace was that he was still wearing a bath towel around his waist.

"Oh hey, Emie, you've decided to come over," he said to me, with that warm smile of his.

“Yeah, I got your message from Ava," I said, as I remembered how she did give me the message.

“Well come in,” he gestured into his room.

His room was a little messy, but all in all, it still looked a little bare-bones. All he really had was his bed, his desk—which was covered in data cores, and his sketchbooks that he would bring to me. Other than that, it looked kind of empty. At least with my room, I personalized it with some blueprint posters of various ships and engines that I found fascinating. Even a few handmade mechanical robots were mainly there to kill time to build.

“So why did you want me to come here?” I asked.

He stood there for a moment contemplating what to say next. “Well I kinda figured that we could hang out, and maybe talk for a bit. Maybe talk about what happened in the workshop.”

“Oh yeah, the workshop.” Just the mere mention of it, sent color to my cheeks.

"What is that?" James asked, while pointing to the cloth bag that held the gift I made for him.

“This is something I made for you. Maybe this is something that you can take with you after you leave,” I said, presenting him the bag.

He opened it up and unwrapped it.

“This is a yukata, how did you know about this?” he asked, still in awe, as he held out.

"Well, remember I said that I made a copy of some of your anime shows. Well, I figured that since you have been a good friend to me, and you don't really have anything personal to you, I might make you something that you can always have with you. Maybe a reminder of the time you spent with us," I said to him, with a warm smile.

He asked how I made it, and I explained while I was designing my sexy-cat outfit, that I was trying to stretch my skill within the replicator alteration program. Basically, it took several attempts, but luckily all my failures could be put into the replicator’s recycling deconstructor, so all the raw materials I used would be replenished. I used some reference photos, and some deep-dive research on what the outfit was called, and what they were made of. The yukata was midnight blue, made out of soft cotton, with a black sash to tie it all together. It was mainly used as bath wear, but sometimes it was used as sleepwear, as well. I figured James could use something like this, so I had one made up using the doctor's body measurements that she obtained from his first examination.

He strode over to a panel on the wall and opened it up. Doing his best to show some modesty, he placed on the robe and then he removed his towel and put on very loose-looking shorts, that James called, ‘boxers’; all the while, trying his best to not show too much nudity, even though I had already seen him naked.

I asked why he was wearing those boxers, and he said while yukatas were comfortable to wear, it was somewhat expected to wear something underneath, or else something might pop out. That last part was not lost on me and I was grateful all the same.

"This really feels nice," he said, while looking at it, then up to me. "Thank you, Emie. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. It wasn’t all that difficult to make.”

Looking at him while wearing the yukata, he looked quite good in it. With his broad shoulders and firm pecs, it made him look like a samurai warrior from the shows. He looked like he had just come back from a long day riding horseback, and after taking a long soak in the hot spring, he was finally able to relax—and maybe, have some entertainment with the local women. Just thinking about that local women's entertainment, sent shivers down my spine because I knew what James would do to those poor unsuspecting women.

“Where is yours?” James asked me.

“What?”

“Where is your yukata? I mean you must have made one for yourself,” he assumed.

"Well, yes I did, but it is not that great, and besides I believe I might have made it wrong," I explained to him.

James would have none of that. He said that he would not wear his, unless I was wearing mine, too. Relenting to his demands, I made a quick trip back to my room and brought back my yukata. It was a simple white robe, made out of the same soft cotton just like James’. Except, while his yukata reached his calves, mine only reached mid-thigh, and conformed to my body, showing off what few curves I do have. He said it looked good on me, and with the thigh-high socks, they made it look even better. He asked why it was white, instead of the intricate pattern they were normally made of. The answer was that while the Genesis Replicator could do a lot of amazing things; what it couldn't do was create something with too many intricate parts, or heavy-detailed pattern, hence the plain-looking yukata. James thought about what I had said, then came up with an idea. Without warning, James grabbed onto my hand and led me to my workshop.

Once I arrived, I came to my senses and asked what we were doing here. He said that while the Genesis Replicator could not fabricate anything too complex; you could, however, make multiple simple parts and put them together. Or, you could add things to an already-existing object, if the materials were the same, using the repair feature. He had made Ava’s choker, by creating the lacy band, metal clasp, and gem pendant separate, then he assembled them together by hand. As for adding clothing detail, he was going to take advantage of the Genesis Replicator clothing repair feature. Basically, instead of adding stitching which was too intricate for the machine, what it would do was cut out the damaged section, and then fill it back in with the same material and color, making it look as if it wasn't even there. James would write a code that would override the cut-out feature, to give us more control over it. Basically, instead of a small square cut-out, it could be something more. Then it would fill in our unique cut-out with the same material, but in a different color.

It took James several minutes writing the hack—it was something seeing him typing away code. Once he finished, he asked for my yukata. I handed it to him, he placed it on the replicator bed, and ran the program. I was trying to see what he was trying to change, but he wouldn't allow it; he wanted it to be a surprise. Once he input his desired design, the machine roared to life and in several minutes it was done. He inspected the altered yukata and when everything was fine, he handed it back to me. It looked exactly the same, except he had inserted black cat paws on the sleeves and some on the torso, with one giant one on my back.

"I figured that since you like cat demihumans, you should wear something that signifies that," he said, with a smile.

I did a twirl and I just loved it, and just like that, James took something that I did not like and turned it into something wonderful. Then an idea popped into my head, and I rushed James and pulled off his robe.

"Hey, what are you doing?” he shouted, now standing naked except for his boxers.

“I can’t be the only one with decorative designs.” I shot him an amused smirk, not realizing that he was now naked.

It didn’t take too long for my alterations, and when everything was set and done I handed the new yukata towards James.

"What is this?" he asked, pointing towards the patch on his left breastplate.

"That is a side profile of a wolf," I told him with glee.

He asked me why a wolf, and I decided to not play coy with him, I told him the truth.

"Well, remember that I like the show ‘Beastar’?''

He nodded.

"Well to me, you are kinda like Legoshi. Big, tall, and strong, with a big heart, and well, a bit-of-a-wild side that you hide from others. I figured since you altered my clothes to represent a cat, I should alter yours so you can represent a wolf.”

"Well, I am flattered you would think of me in such a way. How about this? Since we are down here, let's go back to my room, and watch 'Beastars'. It has been a while since I saw it, and it will be nice to watch it with someone else," he asked.

With everything all packed up and done, we made our way back to James' room once again. We spent the next several hours watching the show, and we were having a blast. I could not remember having this much fun with anyone before. We would laugh and joke, and sometimes we would tease one another. He even suggested that I should go back and put on my cat costume. But, I said I wouldn't because I was too comfortable here. To show that I wasn't kidding, I crawled and sat on his lap like the time in the workshop earlier in the day. By this time, our yukata robes had been loosened considerably, and while James' chest was almost laid bare, my only saving grace was that I still had pajamas on. That didn't stop him from fondling my nipples.

"I have something for you Emiecat," he said, while pulling me close to his strong chest.

He reached over to the end table and brought out something from behind. “Remember at dinner, Ava had on that new accessory,” he began to explain. “Well, while you left to go shower, I spent some time making that for Ava. It is a form of collar for her to wear. Deciding to not just make one, I thought about you and decided to make another. This one is yours if you want it.”

The object he had in front of me looked very similar to the one Ava showed us at the mess hall and then later in the shower. While hers had an emerald-colored gemstone, this one was as blue as the ocean. I thought about his offer, but I remembered what that collar represented. What it really represented—ownership. While Ava was all for it; I, on the other hand, still had some issues.

“Why are you giving this to me?” I asked.

"Well I am sure you are aware what this represents when Ava came and saw you today," he said, to which I replied with a nod. "To be truly honest with you, I made this on a whim. After you left to go wash up, I made Ava's using the replicator. The reason is that Ava craves to be a slave, to be dominated by someone, and in return to be taken care of. Do you know why Ava craves this?" he asked me.

When I shook my head, he began to tell me Ava's life story. How she was offered as a child, on how she was shipped from foster care to foster care until she was kicked out. How she had to take care of herself all on her own, and to rely only on herself. Then he told me what he believed Ava truly wanted—she wanted someone to take care of her, and most importantly, a family. Then he told me how Ava and Grace met, and how she became friends with shy, little Grace and became her self-appointed sister. I still couldn't believe that I did not know Ava, as I thought I did. She always seemed so bubbly and cheerful, but in truth, she had a pretty lonely life. Maybe not the same type of loneliness that I had experienced, but loneliness all the same. Hearing that made my heart go out to her.

"Anyway, when we first started becoming intimate, I sensed she had a submissive personality deep within her. Once it was brought out, she embraced it, and began calling me Master. I was hesitant at first, but seeing that she really needed it, I took on the role. So to be truly her master, I needed to mark her; hence, the choker. It is something she could wear around the ship, and to everyone, it is a simple accessory. To those who know the true meaning, it is a sign of ownership," he explained.

I replied, “Okay, I understand what it means, but why are you handing me one?”

"Because you are my Emicat, and now my pet. So my pet needs a collar to wear to show that you are mine," he said, in a teasing manner.

Then he softened his approach. “Look, I won't make you my pet if you don’t want to. I just think it would look good on you. But if you do decide to be my pet, then I would gladly accept it,” he finished, with a warm smile.

Thinking it over, I must admit, I still found it stirring, but I had to know more of what this entailed. “If I do become your pet, what is in it for me?” I asked.

"That is simple. I will treat you the exact same way, except I would do more naughty things to you. Like this…" As he finished his sentence, he gave one of my nipples a firm twist, causing a moan to escape my lips, and my pussy to tingle. “The other added bonus is that you and Ava will share a special bond. You two will become sister slaves, or in your case, sister pets.”

Hearing him say that I and Ava would now be considered sisters, was very appealing. I didn't mind being friends with her, but I always kept some distance between us. Now, knowing that Ava knew the true meaning of loneliness as I did, I wanted to reach out to her. With all of that in mind, I made my decision. I raised up my hair, and asked him to put it on. He was shocked, at first, but quickly recovered. Once he had it finally secured, he handed me my hand-terminal so I could take a look at it. I must say I found it incredibly sexy wearing the collar; plus, I loved the sapphire color gemstone, it really went well with my eyes.

"I will wear this for now, but I am not entirely comfortable being one's pet, so let's call this a ‘trial by fire’ sort of thing," I explained to him, which he gratefully accepted.

With all of that done, we continued watching our show, only this time, James was a lot freer with touching my body. Caressing and fondling my breasts; all the while, I ground on top of his hard cock. I knew what he wanted to do, but my pussy was still recovering, and he seemed to respect my wishes. Still though, feeling that monster cock of his, still sent shivers down my spine. It was getting way too hot in his room, and figuring out how to wear two layers of clothes was probably a bad idea. I was about to remove my yukata, but James stopped me. He said that I should keep on wearing it, as it was only fair, since he was still wearing his. To show his authoritative stance, he ordered me to take off my shirt. I must admit, hearing him being all forceful, really sent my pussy to purr.

Even though I was going to take off my shirt, that did not mean I wasn't going to have fun with it. I sauntered across the room, only showing him my back. While smiling looking over my shoulder, I slowly pushed my yukata over my shoulder, but still kept it wrapped around my waist. Then, ever so slowly, I brought my shirt over my head. I gave my hips, just a little shake, just to entice him. As soon as my shirt fell to the floor, I took a look over my shoulder, and what I saw sent fear and excitement throughout my body. The look that James was giving me, was one of lust and primal desire. It looked like he was doing everything he could, to not pounce on me, and just seeing that—sent a pleasing smile across my face. He was getting this excited for me, and my body. I knew he had already had Ava, and Aletta—I needed to stop calling her the ‘Ice Queen,’ I thought to myself—and they had more womanly bodies than I did. Still, though, the look of passion and desire for me—sent my heart racing.

Deciding that was enough, I began to pull back on my yukata, but I made sure the top part was only loosely tightened, that way he could explore my perky little breasts as much as he wanted. Just before I got to the bed though, James sprang up and embraced me with his arms.

"Now, now, you can't give a little strip show, and not do anything about it," he said, as he hoisted me in the air. He began to lay down, with me in hand. Once he laid down, he positioned me, facing his feet, while at the same time lowering me to his mouth. "I know I can't fuck you right now, but that doesn't mean I can’t taste you," he said, just before lowering me to his hot mouth.

He worked overtime on my sensitive pussy. If he kept this up, I would be putty in his hand in no time. Still, in the throes of ecstasy, I noticed the large tent forming down below. Deciding that he couldn't have all the fun, I reached down and pulled out his monstrosity of a cock. It still impressed me how big and meaty it was; with its crisp cross-veins, and its angry purple head. It was leaking a clear fluid like last time, and that intoxicating, earthy smell filled my nostrils. Lust and desire overcame me, I dove right in and sucked his cock for all it was worth.

Then, James and I were engaged in a tug of war, to see who could get the other to come first. James had a considerable lead, but I was catching up. Still, though, it was not enough; I was on the edge. In one last-ditch effort, I tried to suck as much of James’ cock as possible; which was made easier by the curve of his cock, and the position and angle of my neck. With one deep breath, I relaxed my throat muscles and pushed in his cock, deeper than it had ever been before. I felt it touching the back of my throat, and there was some discomfort, but I managed to push on through. I felt his cock starting to stretch my throat, and the sudden tightness made James lose control. Just like that, I came out on top, and James started to release his torrent of cum, down my throat. At first, I was disappointed that I couldn't taste it, but then out of nowhere, a strong orgasm swept through my body. I managed to pull most of James’ cock out of my mouth before I choked on it, but as soon his spunk landed on my taste buds, my climax just got stronger, like pouring oil over the flame. I nursed his cock until every single drop was nicely and safely swallowed down to my belly.

“That was good, but now I am exhausted, it is time to get some sleep,” James finally said to me, as he pushed my pussy away from his mouth.

“Yeah, me too; I better get back to my room," I told him.

But before I could get up, he reached for my arms. “Oh no you don’t. You are sleeping here tonight, and I am not taking ‘no’ for an answer.”

Not having the strength to argue, I just slipped into his bed right next to him. Then he proceeded to pull me in, facing his chest, drawing me in close. It felt nice being held close like this, the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms, the potency of his scent, and the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat. I liked the way this felt, like I was protected and I was his—and no one else could have me. That brought me back to ‘Legoshi and Haru’; in how Legoshi believed that Haru was his, and no one could have her. It made me wonder what Haru would feel, if she was embraced like this.

“Comfortable?” he asked me, as he turned off the lights.

I nodded yes, and then decided to snuggle a little closer to him. Listening to the steady soothing rhythm of James' heartbeat, and before I dozed off, I said to him, “Goodnight, Legoshi.”

He only chuckled for a little bit, but then, he said, “Goodnight, my Emicat.”

James

I woke up to the sound of my door sliding open. It took some time, but my eyes made out the figure of a woman.

“Master, can I sleep with you tonight?” asked the shadow, who turned out to be Ava.

“Why not your room, little nymph?” I asked her.

"Well, the punishment you gave me left my sheets all wet, and I don't have any clean ones remaining," she said, in an embarrassing tone.

I chuckled at her, but not so loud as to wake up Emma, who was sleeping like a cat right next to me. That last thought gave me a little chuckle. “Have you learned your lesson, slave?” I asked her.

"Yes, Master. I will be a good girl from now on. I promise," she said.

“Is that true Kora?” I asked my companion.

"Yes, Master. She has learned her lesson, and has been a good girl during her punishment," Kora replied, as she floated in the air close to me.

Seeing no way to refuse her request, I gestured for her to come on over. As she did so, she began to strip off her clothes, like she normally did when we slept together. As she approached the bed, I tried to figure out the sleeping arrangements; these beds were not designed to sleep two people, much less three. In a fit of brilliance, I took Emma in my embrace, and rolled her on top of my chest, which in doing so, freed up some space.

"Don't move, James, I am too comfortable to move," Emma said, in a yawning voice, still not fully awake.

That brought a little chuckle from Ava. "It seems someone had a good time tonight," Ava said, with an amused smirk that I could barely see.

With everything all set and done, Ava slid right on over against me, draping her legs right over, and snaked a hand into my yukata.

"This is new," she said, surprisingly.

“It is a gift from Emie. Do you like it?” I asked her.

“Yeah, it feels nice and soft," she said, then she snuggled in closer.

“Goodnight, my slave.”

“Goodnight, Master,” Ava and Kora said in unison, as they both snuggled close to me. Ava to my side, and Kora in holo form, on top of my chest, right next to Emie's head.

Right then, I couldn't have been happier. I had one beautiful nymph on my side, a cute minx sleeping on my chest, and my longtime companion, sleeping in spirit, right next to Emie. If this was how I did, then I would not change it for anything in all the worlds in the universe. And with that, the deepest sleep of my life took over, only to be filled with pleasant dreams.

Chapter 23

Emma

I woke up from the best sleep of my life. I did not think sleeping next to James would be so soothing. If I could have, I would have slept like that for the rest of the day, but something was stirring me in my sleep. The sound of wet, slapping noises filled my ears, and that earthy smell of James had filled my nose. Then I heard something that really brought me out of my slumber.

“Oh Master, your cock feels so good,” said a voice, in total glee.

Hearing this made me sit up, to see what was going on. It took some time, but my eyes started to adjust to the low light of the room. What I saw before me, was a sight of pure debauchery. All I saw was a naked Ava bouncing up and down on James' meaty cock. The only thing she had on, was that black choker with the green gemstone on it. Noticing my awakening, Ava looked toward me, and gave me a wide smile, with hooded lust-filled eyes.

"Look who is finally awake. I hope you don't mind, I like to start the day off by taking a load or two from Master. You actually have good timing, I am about to give you your morning milk." As she said that, she double-timed the pace, impaling herself on James's fuck-stick.

She was nearly taking all of it in her, and if I looked closer, it seemed her stomach was bulging outward, every time on the downstroke. 'God he is so deep inside her,’ I thought to myself. Then Ava scrunched up, and her body vibrated on top of his cock, I knew that look all too well—it was the look of cumming atop of James’ cock. Midway through her climax, she reached forward, brought my mouth onto her, and started a tongue war within my mouth. SO consumed by it, I hadn't noticed that she had slipped off of James's cock. Breaking the soul-sucking kiss, she looked at me with true lust and passion.

“Now it is time for little Miss Emiecat to get her morning milk.”

As she said that, she moved out of the way and forced my mouth onto James’ cock. It still had the same taste, but now it had something more. Then I realized that it was Ava’s love juices, that were still all over it. It wasn't an unpleasant taste; in fact, it only enhanced the flavor of James’ cock. With that in mind, Ava began to stroke James’ cock with my mouth. I heard the low groan coming from James until I felt his cock getting slightly bigger inside my mouth.

Then in a low voice, James blurted out, “FUUUUUCK!" in a low whisper.

Then that warm, sticky cum of his, flooded my mouth. I had swallowed it down once before, and it still tasted just as special as that first time, and just like the first time, an unexpected climax swept through my body. I almost drank all of his spunk until Ava spoke up.

“Hey don’t be greedy, save some for me,” she said in almost a pout.

Relenting to her request, I managed to save a good mouthful of cum. After nursing as much as I could, I released his cock, but was still careful to keep as much of his cum within my mouth. Seeing her perfect opportunity, Ava grabbed onto the back of my neck and forced her mouth on top of mine. She forced her tongue down my throat and sucked down as much cum as she could, like she was dying of thirst. I felt her clutching onto me, and a low guttural moan escaped her lips and vibrated into mine.

"Fuck, I don't know what is up with James' cum, but every time I drink it down, it always seems to make me cum," she said, as soon as she broke the kiss.

Realizing that it was the same for me I spoke up. “Yeah, me too,” telling her in a sheepish tone.

With everything set and done, Ava got out of the bed and began to get dressed.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Well, I have breakfast to prepare, but first I need another shower, and clean up the mess I made in my room.”

Realizing that I should probably go as well, I got up and offered to leave with her. I was about to ask James what he thought, but he seemed to be fast asleep again.

"Don't worry about him, he needs his rest, and he is going to need it too, since now he has two slaves to take care of," she said, pointing to my own choker.

“Don’t forget about me,” said Kora, as she materialized into the room.

"Of course Kora, I cannot forget about you," Ava said, reassuring the floating halo fairy.

"Come Emie, let's take a shower together. That way you can tell me everything that happened to you yesterday, and all of those juicy details, sister," she said, as she gestured to my collar.

I was about to refuse her request, but she wouldn't take no for an answer, so I went with her. Over the entire morning, I told her everything that had happened between me and James for that day. It was nice talking to someone about all of this, especially someone who knew what I was going through. I did tell her about the story James told me about her. She was a bit standoffish at first, but after I told her a brief summary of my life, and how I also knew what loneliness felt like, she immediately dropped her guard, and gave me a big hug.

"Oh, Emma I had no idea you went through something like that. I am so sorry that I never reached out to you," she said, while she still kept me in her embrace.

I told her, it was okay, that I never really opened up about it to anyone, except for James, and then her. With that, she declared that we were sisters, and should always be there together. It was just as James said, Ava had a huge heart, full of love that she wanted to give out. Hearing that made me smile, and I thanked her.

We stopped by each other’s room to gather stuff that we needed for the day. In Ava’s room, and the strong smell of sex, still lingered in the air.

Realizing this, Ava blushed, and turned away. "That is from last night's punishment. I haven't had time to freshen up here," she said to me, in humiliation.

"That must be some punishment," I said, trying to lighten up the mood.

"More than you know," she said, while spraying the room with air freshener, and balling her bedsheets together.

WE made our way to the ship's laundry room, where Ava put her sheets through a wash. From there, we entered the ship's shower room, and things started to get interesting. Ava insisted that we shower together and that we should help each other wash each other off. I was hesitant at first, but Ava was pretty convincing. We made idle chit-chat, as we washed each other's hair. She did comment that she loved my cat-paw robe, to which I told her it was called a yukata, and that I had made it with some help from James. She asked if I could make her one, and with no reason not to, I agreed—but she had to show up at my workshop to help me personalize it to her taste. Then things in the shower really started to heat up, especially when Ava slid herself down onto the floor.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” I shouted, in surprise.

"What does it look like? I am going to make sure every single inch of your body is nice and clean. We cannot present your body to Master all dirty now, can we," she said, just before she leaned her head towards my pussy.

This would be the second time I had someone eat my pussy in less than twenty-four hours, and while James felt good, Ava was otherworldly. She touched places that seemed to make my body hum. In fact, it didn't take her long before she brought me to a pleasant orgasm.

"Wow, you taste good, I can see myself eating you all day," she said, peering at me with those emerald eyes of hers.

I had nothing to say, so I just let Ava do as she pleased. By the time we were done, she had brought me to one more orgasm. We washed up and proceeded to dry ourselves off. I had to admit, it felt nice washing myself with someone else, especially someone who was so warming as Ava was. We managed to slip into our jumpsuits, but before we left, Ava asked to help her put on her collar.

“Why?” I asked.

"Because my Master asked me to. It represents that I am owned, and that I belong to him; even if nobody knows the true meaning of it," she said, while moving her hair out of the way.

I managed to secure it in place, all the while contemplating Ava's response. I was still apprehensive about the whole ownership-slave thing, but Ava seemed to be all for it. She offered to do the same for me, and since I promised myself to give it a try, I accepted her help. With everything in place, Ava and I went on our merry way. I decided to stay with Ava for the time being. Figuring that it would be the best time getting to know her, and her life story. She accepted my request with absolute glee, and we made our way to the kitchen, talking to one another, and enjoying each other's company.

Sasha

"Are you okay, you seem distracted lately," Liz asked, while we were eating our breakfast.

I told her no, and that everything was fine. But in truth, everything was not fine. It would seem all I could think about was James. It had been several days since our agreed bet had run its course, and James stopped disciplining me. Even though a part of me was relieved that it was over, the another part yearned for it. I could still remember every single thing he did to me in vivid detail. He taught me how to suck a cock, to be tied up on a rack, and facilitated all the planet-shattering orgasms he would force out of me. He would always make sure to incorporate pain into the mix, but never too much that I would deem it too painful. Just enough to add spice to the pleasure he was giving my body. I still remembered our last training session though, when he pushed me to the brink.

It started off as any normal kind of day. James and I would train until we reached the desired goal for his Eros training. Then after that was done, he would switch to discipline mode. Per our agreement, I would do anything he would say unless it was something that could jeopardize my safety. Luckily, James had never once pushed me that far. He always seemed to be in control, never losing the situation for even a second.

We started off by having me strip of all of my clothes. By this point, I had no qualms about it; he had seen it many times, and to be honest, I liked the way he looked at me. Once everything was off, he began to tie my hands together, like he normally did, and tied them to the pull-up bar above me. We didn't have a conventional rope, but luckily, we did have some jump rope. James, being innovative, grabbed a few, lashed them together, and then he bound them to my wrists. He made sure that they didn't cut off blood supply, but only to hold my wrists in place.

With all of that done, he threw the other end over the pull-up bar and then pulled. He pulled until I was only on my tiptoes, and then secured the rope to the bar, making sure it would not slip. This position was new to me; I was completely and utterly exposed to him, and I was helpless to do anything. With that realization upon me, I was panting like a ‘bitch in heat', as James would call me. For the next several minutes, he would walk around, and started fondling my body to his heart's content. Of course, every time I would moan and not reply with a ‘Thank you, sir’, he would slap my breasts, causing a stinging sensation that would course through my body. I had to admit, I would sometimes forget to reply on purpose, just to feel that stinging sensation.

One of the things he would compliment me on, was how my boobs had gotten bigger, and how he loved them. He was right though, my breasts had gotten bigger in the last couple of weeks. If I had to guess, I moved on from a C-cup to a D, maybe even a double D. They were not only bigger, but they felt more sensitive, too. With every caress and slap, a more powerful wave of sensation would flow through me, heightening the experience. It was as if my body was changing so that this experience would be not only more pleasurable for James, but more importantly, for me.

And it was not only my breasts that got bigger, but my ass as well. I knew I had been eating more lately, but the added mass had only gone to my hips and boobs. Even with the added weight, they were not flabby in the least. My still perky breasts were still perky, although with a slight sag to them, giving them a natural bounce. And my ass might have been bigger, but it was fuller and rounder, giving me a true bubble-butt just like Liz, and my asscheeks were so firm that you could have bounced a coin off of them.

Seeing the changes to my breasts and ass, also made me want to take a closer look at my body. While I gained weight in my breasts and hips, everywhere else was well-toned and defined. In fact, it appeared to be more so, as my muscles were more prominent than they ever had been before. I still didn’t look like a muscle freak, but more of a womanly body, with the added help of my new breasts and hips. That was not the only thing I noticed; my once-dry, stiff hair was softer, and looked more full than it usually did, and my dark skin had a nice glow to it. Even Liz complimented me, and asked what my new skincare regimen was. I just told her I was using a new special lotion, even though I had no idea what was going on. All I knew was that all of this started when James showed up on board.

Going back to my last training session with James, I remembered that while I was still tied up, James got behind me, and began to take long slow licks from my pussy, all the way to my asshole. At first, I was disgusted by it, but after a while, I grew to love his tongue in my ass. Then he showed me the pleasure of putting a finger in it. He told me that if I wanted to continue this, then I had to make sure I cleaned my ass out every day. I agreed to his proposition, and I still gave myself daily enemas, in the hopes he would be doing it again.

After that, was when he pushed me to my absolute limit. Leaving me there, he went to his gym bag, which he decided to bring over today. He looked around inside it and pulled out a small metal chain with three clamps. He told me that he found about the chain in reading from one of his BDSM books, and he was going to try it on me. At first, I was scared, as he was going to attach something metal to me. He saw this, and reassured me that he would not take it too far. He even apologized to me, which was a first. He said that when performing something like this, there should be a safe word. A word that once uttered, meant that everything would stop, and James would let me go off my restraints immediately. Hearing that, made me sigh in relief because James had left me with an out. He told me that if it was getting too much, I should shout out, 'RED,' and he would stop immediately, or so he said. The other word he said was, 'YELLOW,' which if uttered meant I was approaching my limit, but I was not ready to stop, but maybe slow down.

With that in mind, James brought up the clamps; they were like little pincers, but the tips that were being attached to me, were made of rubber. So while they would squeeze the skin, they would not break in the skin. He started off by attaching one of the clips to my left nipple. The sudden squeeze in pressure caused discomfort to shoot through my body, but nowhere near enough for me to ask him to stop. Once seeing that I would not say the safe word, James attached the second clip to my other nipple. The same discomfort flowed through me, but it was also adding pleasure into the mix. He grabbed onto the middle of the chain between the two clamps that were currently clipped on my breasts and began to pull upwards. Because my nipples were firmly attached to the clamps, it caused my breasts to move along with them. The added movement sent pain through my body, but when there was pain, pleasure always seemed to follow.

Moaning in sheer pleasure, which in turn caused James to slap my breast, socializing me for not saying, 'Thank you, sir,' but all that did was cause me to moan even louder. He then let go of the chain, which in turn caused my breast to fall right back down. Seeing that I was doing okay with the nipple clamps, he proceeded to attach the next and final clamp. He told me that this would be painful at first, but assured me that once I got used to it, then I would beg him for more. Taking him at his word, he began to move south with clamp in tow. I had no idea where he was going to attach that thing, until I felt his hands on my pussy lips. He gave them a gentle rub until I felt him spread them apart, and it was at that moment, I knew where he was putting on that final clamp. He gave my clit a gentle kiss, right before he attached the final clamp right on top of it.

With the clamp in place, the pain and pleasure were so overwhelming that I screamed out, "OHHH… FUUUUUCK."

It took me a minute or two, to calm down after the initial shock, but once I did, it started to feel good. James began to play around with the clamp, by pulling on the chain that connected all three. I would still moan in pain and pleasure, and James would still slap me if I forgot to thank him. Only this time, he would slap my clit which caused more sensation than both of the nipples combined. Then at one point, I made myself hold onto the chain with my mouth, causing the clamps on my nipples and clit to be pulled. As James began to play around with my pussy, and ass again, I began to contemplate my current position. I was tied up onto my tiptoes, to where if I dropped down to the soles of my feet, it would cause my arms to be strained, having three metal and rubber clamps on my most sensitive nubs, all the while James was right behind me eating out my ass. Let's just say, I was at my most humiliating, and yet the most liberating position of my life. I felt nothing but pleasure and pain, and with what I was feeling was any indication, then a climax of truly epic proportions would consume me whole.

I started to feel my nipples and clit becoming numb, and was afraid that it was starting to cause some serious damage, but I still mustered through the pain. Just before it got too much, James got up from his current position, and grabbed onto the chain, giving it a firm tug.

Then, he said, "You have been a good little bitch, and since this might be our last time, I want you to remember this until your dying days." Before I could speak out against him, he pulled on my chains, so hard and so fast, that they became dislodged from my nipples and clit.

As soon as the clamps were pulled away, blood immediately started to flow back into them, and something catastrophic happened. The rushing blood and overwhelming sensation caused an orgasm to truly take over me. It was more powerful than anything I had felt before. It was almost like when James pulled on the chains, he had pulled the pin to the Big Bang, exploding and consuming everything in its path, until nothing remained. It was so intense, that I blacked out for a few moments. At one point, I recalled seeing a clear liquid shooting out of me, but I couldn't comprehend what was happening.

Coming back down from that supernova high, I tried to figure out what had happened to me. My body hung limp because it had no strength to stand upright. I saw a trail of what appeared to be water on the floor right in front of me, but James clarified that it was my pussy juice. I couldn’t believe I squirted that hard. Looking at it, the farthest it traveled was about ten feet. Seeing me in my state of disrepair, James began letting me down, onto the floor. Then just before I could speak, James spoke up.

"Time to mark you one more time," he said, then proceeded to cover me in his warm sticky cum.

He left me there soaking in his spunk, while he cleaned up my mess. I was so out of it, that I absentmindedly licked some of his cum into my mouth, enjoying the warm taste. While I was doing that, James began to wipe away my love juices with the sanitizing gym mop that popped right out of the wall. It was there for sanitary reasons, but for now, it was wiping away my crime. By the time James was done with the floor, he proceeded to clean me off, as well. He used that firm, but gentle touch of his, to clean off his spunk. By then, he had my arms freed, and began to straighten himself out. He thanked me for the experiences over the past week, and that he had a fun time. With that, he left, and I was all alone in the room with my thoughts.

True to his word, James never did anything to me after that day. At first, I was relieved, but as time went on, I started to miss our daily sessions. It even got to the point where I even yearned for the—I don't know what James did to me, but during that last session, he broke something inside of me. Something that only he could fix. I tried everything that I could to forget all about it, but every time—I remembered all of the things he did to me. The way he touched my body, the way he brought the pain so he could only heighten the pleasure. It had gotten to be too much, so much so that I was furiously masturbating every night in bed, replaying all the events in my head. I would even pull and slap my nipples just to feel that stinging sensation, but it was not the same—it was not James. But the other thing I truly missed was the smell of James’ cum on my face, the feel of him marking his territory with his cum. I was ashamed to say that sometimes I would sleep with his cum-soaked towel right next to me. I never threw away his spunk towels, after every session; sometimes I said I would, but I never did. I just missed his scent, missed the feeling of being covered with his cum, to be marked by him. It had gotten so bad that I even contemplated having him piss on me, just so that I could still be marked by him, but luckily I still healed strongly.

"Are you okay? You haven't been listening to me," asked Liz, breaking me out of my thought bubble.

"Sorry, just trying to figure out what to do with James, you know about today's training session," I said, which was totally a lie.

For the rest of breakfast, I tried to pay attention to Liz, and today's duty schedule. As she spoke, I took a look around the room. For some reason, everybody looked more lively today, than they ever had been before. Ava and Emma were getting along swimmingly, almost like they were sisters, and Grace seemed to be getting along with them, as well. We all noticed Emma's new choker and commented on it. She said she liked the way Ava’s looked, so she made one for herself, but this time in a bluestone instead of green. It looked good on her, and I made sure I told her so. Aletta came strolling in, all strung out. Lately, she had been working hard in the lab doing something, to which I didn’t know. I tried to ask her what was going on, but she said it was nothing important. Last night was her turn for night duty, and I guessed she was working through the night, without getting rest. She made herself a large cup of coffee, and a small plate of food, then she said goodbye, before she left towards her office.

James came in a few minutes later, and as soon as I saw him, my body tightened. I tried to suppress it, but it was getting harder every day. If this kept up, then before we made port, I would be literally jumping right in front of him, and demanding that he take me, even if it was in front of the entire crew.

I waited patiently for James to arrive at the gym. With each passing minute, my frustration grew, and with that—my desire to have that itch scratched. James strolled in through the gym door oblivious to my plight. He gave out his hello, but I shrugged him off. We went through his normal daily routine like any other day, but today felt different. It felt like if I didn’t have him, I might explode, but I could not show him that. My pride would not allow it. I tried to come up with a way that would allow me to get past this feeling. Then I thought of what got me into this situation in the first place, sparring him. That was when one last idea formed in my head. One last sparring session for all the marbles; if he were to beat me, I would consent to any demand he wanted that dealt with me and me alone—but if I won, then all of this was put behind me. As he put it, if the amazon warrior won, I would no longer submit to him.

"James, I want to fight," I said to him, abruptly.

“What?” he said, after he racked up his weights.

“You heard me. I want to spar with you again.”

“Okay, but why all of the sudden?” he asked, still a little confused.

The fact he didn't know made it a lot more infuriating. "As I said, I want to spar with you again, and this time, I'm not holding back," I told him, as I made my way to the protective gear.

“Okay, but what do I get when I win?” he asked me.

“We will discuss winnings after the match is over.”

He was about to say something but thought against it. He sensed that I was in no mood to discuss details. He put on his protective gear, and made his way to the mats. He asked what the rules were and I told him that there were none. The first person to concede, or get pinned, loses. I could have made up rules to limit his tricks, but I wanted him with no handicaps. I wanted to beat him at his best. Just before we started the match, he decided to take off his shirt. I was more than ready for that trick again, but instead of placing it by the ring, he tossed it well out of reach. I was confused by this, figuring that he had something in mind, so I treaded lightly.

Once the first round started, I went all out on him, but made sure that there was plenty of strength in reserve. I was landing several of my punches, so was James. It seemed since the last two times we fought, he had picked up on my fighting style and was learning to counter it. With each blow he landed on me, a small measure of pleasure swept through my body. I played it off as a simple condition, so I pushed on through. We fought for two straight rounds, taking breaks in between, and even though I hadn’t pinned James down yet, I didn't care. The longer we fought, the more the frustration disappeared, and the happier I became. James saw this and he was sharing the same feeling as well.

We kept at it for a while, but now, each punch felt more like foreplay, than brutal combat. My body began to hum, every time he would put me in a hold. By the end of the third round, I was dripping wet, and it was not from the sweat. I picked up on James' arousal too, a large lump had grown in his shorts, which told me everything he wanted. Even though we were still having fun, I was still trying to win. I was fighting back the urge to submit to him, but with each passing moment, that fight was slowly being lost; I just needed to push through one more time. Then out of nowhere, a realization came over me. During our last training session, when he marked me, he said 'one more time.' If this was the last session he would have said 'one last time.' One thing I learned from James, was that he was very careful about word choice, especially to me, and if this was the last session, then he would have said one last time.

‘Was he waiting for me to make the final move?’ I asked myself.

It could be, despite James' tough treatment with me, he always made sure that he would never go too far, and I was pretty sure if I said stop, and really meant it, then he would immediately stop what he was doing. With all my time with James, with training, sex sessions, and mealtime; I could fairly say that I could trust him. In over a month he had managed to befriend every member of the crew; even the captain, who in my opinion, was a great judge of character. Maybe it was time to finally let my pride go, and finally do the one thing James wanted me to do, submit.

With the decision in mind, I slowed down my movements and gave him the opening he needed to grab me. In mere moments, he managed to perform a takedown that even impressed me. Laying face down, while James held me in a hold, I finally spoke up.

"I concede, you win," I said, but instead of being mad, I had a huge smile on my face.

Seeing that I meant it, James let me go and brought me to my feet. "You let me win, did ya," he told me.

"No, you won fair and square, I just did not have a reason to continue the fight," I said, and he was about to contest it, but he saw the look on my face and decided against it.

“Okay, I won, what do I get?” he asked me.

With that, I got onto my knees, and while bowing my head, I said, "Whatever you want." This was a mortifying position, but it felt right.

He saw me, and it gave him pause, but not too long because he said, “You do realize what you are offering to me, right?”

To which I replied, “Yes.”

Then he said, “Are you sure, there is no backing out once I start.”

There he was, still giving me the out, that right there, was all I needed to know. "Yes, I agree to whatever demand you want," I said, with all the seriousness I could muster.

"Okay, follow me," he said.

I was about to stand up, until he stopped me, "No, no, no, on your knees. Follow me," he ordered me.

I followed his orders and crawled right behind him toward the weight bench. He told me to wait right in front of the bench while he went to get something. He came back with his gym bag and took a seat on the bench. He was looking through it, trying to find something.

"Tell me, Sasha, do you know what a 'bitch' is?” he asked, while looking through his bag.

I knew that was what he called me, but that was not the answer he was looking for; so I said, "A bitch is a word that represents a female dog.”

"That is correct, now tell me, what is your opinion on dogs?" he asked.

I was starting to get confused about this silly question, but I answered it all the same, “I really don’t know, I have seen dogs, but I never owned one, or know much about them, besides people used them as pets. Why do you ask?”

"Well, the reason I asked is to see how much you know, which is very little. Dogs are the most loyal creatures mankind has ever known. You know they are the descendants of wolves; by the dawn of man, wolves would hunt man. They were ferocious creatures that would hunt man for food. People don't know the full story, but legends say that one day a wolf got injured and could not hunt. A man walked by and saw this creature. Deciding to take pity on the wolf, he brought it inside his cave to give it warmth, and feed it food. This lasted through the winter until the wolf got its strength back, but instead of leaving the man, the wolf stayed. The wolf realized that man was not its enemy, but its friend, so it stayed beside the human. They helped protect each other, and helped each other when needed, forming a bond and showing true loyalty. That wolf became the ancestor to all dogs that exist today, or at least that is what the legend tells," he said, finishing his story.

“Okay, I still don't really understand what you are getting at." I was still confused.

"I am saying that when I call you a bitch, I am calling you a female dog. A dog that needs to be loved, and cherished, but also disciplined when she needs it. A dog that when in heat, needs something or someone to help scratch that itch. A dog that is loyal to the end, and would protect its family to the bitter end. Now tell me, Sasha, does any of that sound like you?" he asked.

I listened to everything he had just said, and for some reason, it kind of made sense. I wanted to be loved, and I would defend those I cherished the most in all the known galaxy. And I would be lying if I said I don't like being disciplined, to have that itch scratched. The more I thought about it, the more I was starting to come around to the idea of being called a dog, a true bitch. As soon as I came to that conclusion, James lifted out what he found in the bag; it was a black circular object, with a metal ring around it—it was a dog collar. Then the true scope of his request finally set in… he wanted me to become his dog, his pet.

"You can still back out now if you want. We can pretend that all of this never happened, and go back to the way things were before. But if you do take this, then you will be mine, and in return, I will take care of your needs and desires, and I promise to never mistreat you. I could even help you reach your true desire," he said.

“What desire?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“Liz,” he said.

Once I heard what he had said, I tried to deny it, but James saw right through me.

"Out of all of the things you want most in this life, you want Liz. I can help you have her, to show her how you feel, and all you have to do is be my pet for the rest of this voyage," he said.

His offer sounded too good to be true, and I was having a hard time saying no. He was offering me everything I wanted, and somehow I knew that he could deliver what I wanted. Plus the added benefit of feeling the absolute pleasure that only he could provide was too much to pass up. My body would not let me. With everything said and done, I had made my decision and I agreed to his request.

With that done he told me to stay still. "When I put this on you, you will be mine. You will do anything and everything I say, but I would make sure that they are in your best interest at heart. You will feel loved and accepted by me and to anyone else I introduced into this life. From this time forward, I am your owner, and thereby you should call me Master unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand everything that is expected of you, and what you will get in return?” he said, as he stood behind me.

Hearing all of that scared me, but at the same time, my pussy was dripping wet. My body was aching for his touch, for his dominance, for him to do everything to me, and more. While holding my head up high, I spoke out, almost yelling, so it was loud and clear, "Yes, Master.”

With that, James wrapped the collar around my neck. I heard a clicking sound, and the realization sank in that I was now truly owned, that I fully submitted myself to James, and I couldn't be happier.

"Now for the final touch," he said, as he held out a metal plate right in front of me. It had an engraving that said 'Pet Bitch', and he attached it to the front D-ring.

"Now stand up my pet," he ordered.

Doing what I was told, I stood straight up, and when I did, James planted a kiss that just took my breath away. I moaned into his mouth, and in return, James pulled me in closer; pressing my body firmly into his. By the time we broke the kiss, my cheeks were flushed with desire. I felt his hand snake down my stomach and straight to my pussy. Knowing this, I spread my legs a little bit wider so he could have better access.

"My, my, someone is wet," he said, as he slipped two fingers into my weeping snatch.

He began finger fucking me with those strong fingers of his, and in no time at all, I came. I clenched onto his shoulder, trying my best not to topple over. Realizing that I moaned from his touch I knew what to say next.

"Thank you, Master," I replied, to which, he only smiled.

“That is good my pet,” he praised me. “Now it is time to see if you remember your lessons.” After he said that, he began to lead me to the bench press again. He took his seat and looked up at me. “Now let's see if you remember how to suck a cock.” he said.

With that, I dropped to my knees, crawled over to him, and reached for his shorts.

He had taught me how to suck his cock in our fourth session. He showed me how to suck it, how to stroke it, how to produce the perfect amount of saliva, and that I should always try to make eye contact when I sucked on his cock, to create a connection. I was only able to take about half his cock with my mouth, but James said that was good enough and with more practice, I might be able to take more of it.

I pulled down his shorts, and his beast of a cock sprang forth, in all its glory. That same earthy scent, that I grew to love, emanated in the air, and made my mouth water. Giving me the okay, I reached out and grabbed his cock. Remembering what he had told me, that I should start slow, and just suck the head, I began with slow tentative sucking. By the sound of Master moaning, I was starting off on the right track. Following his previous teaching, I began to take more of his cock, while at the same time, lightly stroking it. I remembered him saying that you shouldn't just suck a cock, but you should make love to it. Like it was the most precious thing in the world and it should be treated as such, because if you do, in return it would bring you unimaginable pleasure. So that was what I did; I made love to it with all the passion I had. I made sure that I made plenty of eye contact, and by the look on his face, he was loving every minute of it. Then a torrent of his white-hot spunk flooded into my warm mouth. I came from just the sensation from swallowing his cum, but my body wanted more. I slowly nursed his cock for everything it had. Even though he had just come, his cock was still as hard as ever.

"Now tell me, my pet, what does an alpha dog do to his bitch?” he asked, in a hoarse voice.

Knowing where this was going, I crawled on my knees, turning around and showing my ass to him. Looking over my shoulder, and speaking to him in my best sexy voice, “He fucks her, Master.”

Smiling at what I said, I felt James slide up right next to me. He gave my ass a firm slap, which caused me to moan in pleasure.

"Thank you, Master," I said, in a low moan.

“That is good, my little pet.”

He began to rub his cock up and down my dripping wet cunt, making sure I was fully aroused. He brought his cock to the entrance of my pussy. He slowly pushed it into my pussy, forcing it to yield to his mighty shaft. Then he came across a barrier within my pussy. My hymen was the only thing stopping him from truly entering me.

"Remember the safe word," he told me, and in return, I nodded. Even when he could force his way in, he still had some concern for me. I knew I made the right choice.

Seeing that I was ready, he took a firm grip on my hips and began to drive his cock home. In one firm push, he tore through my hymen. A shooting pain rocketed through my body, which caused me to clench up. Luckily, with James’ conditioning, a wave of pleasure mitigated the pain. Once my body relaxed, James began his assault on me. With slow, smooth thrusts, he was burying his cock deeper inside of me, making me feel a pleasure I didn't know existed. By the time he reached the deepest parts of me, a wave of euphoria consumed me, like a raging fire.

"OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING!" I screamed.

Once I came down from that high, a wave of excitement washed over me because I knew that was to be the first of many to come. Before I conceited, I needed to thank him for something.

"Thank you, Master, that was wonderful. May I have some more," I said, with a pout.

"Don't worry my little pet, there will be plenty more where that came from. And I must say, I am starting to like this side of you," he said, as he gripped my hips.

"It is something that I only show to Liz, and now you, Master," I said to him.

"I am flattered, my pet, and who knows, maybe at the end of this trip, maybe everybody can see this side of you," he said.

With that being said, James resumed his assault on me, with much more fervor. He was testing my pussy to its limits. At first, there was a pain, but now there was only pleasure. Every time he bottomed out, I would moan like a banshee, but I always made sure I thanked Master for the pleasure.

Every once in a while, I would moan out, "SO BIG, SO BIG," and sometimes there was, "SO FULL, SO DEEEEP," but mostly, every time I came, I would shout out, "I'm CUMMING MASTER, I'M CUMMING SO HARD!”

James was putting my body through a proper workout. He would fuck me doggy-style, then in missionary, but my favorite was when he was carrying me on his arms, while he thrust his cock into me; being in that position, I could only endure. The only sounds filling the room were the wet, sticky sound from James’ cock and my pussy, and the clinking of metal from my dangling dog tag. James loved reminding me that I was his pet, and I reveled in it. While sharing a kiss with him, I felt like he was about to lose control, and his cock had gotten a lot firmer while inside my pussy. Then he dislodged his cock from my aching pussy, and lowered me to the floor.

Grabbing his cock with his hand he looked down on me, “Are you ready to be marked again?” he asked, in a husky voice.

Hearing this, I rushed over in front of him and I begged, “YES, MASTER, I'M READY TO RECEIVE YOUR MARK!”

And with that, his white-hot spunk that I had waited for so long had finally come out and splattered onto my skin. As soon as it hit, something new happened. I came and hard, while James was showering me with his cum. I guessed I was craving it for so long, that once I had it, a wave of ecstasy hit me all at once, causing me to cum. I was ashamed to say that once he was finished, I rubbed his cum all over my body, making sure I was truly marked in his scent.

"Looks like someone enjoyed that," he said, with an amused smirk over me.

"Yes, I did, Master. That was what I wanted for so long," I told him truthfully.

“Well, I could go for another round or two, but time is short, and I need a shower, and you are coming with me. That way we can discuss where we can go from here,” James said, as he started putting his clothes on.

As he wouldn't take no for an answer, we made our way to the communal showers that the ship’s lower crew take showers in. I had never been here, since XO quarters have their own private showers. Once inside, James began to help me wash off the spunk from my skin, and in return, I would wash him as well. We spent a good deal of time making sure we were clean. As an added bonus, James had decided to eat me right there on the spot to another toe-curling orgasm. So I returned the favor by sucking his cock to completion.

As we left the shower, James typed into his hand-terminal. He was sending messages back and forth until it seemed he got the response he wanted.

"Do you have any duties for the next hour or so?" he asked, to which I replied no. "We'll put on your jumpsuit, and only your jumpsuit; we are going to Emma's workshop to work on something. Oh, before I forget, put on your collar, you are my pet after all.”

He told me that I could take it off when I showered, so I did, but now I had to put it back on. He told me that I could hide it using my towel, but if he told me to reveal it, then I would have to. With everything in place, James led the way to the workshop, where he had more surprises for me.