Linhart was still standing in the shower, the water beating down on him, when the slave request came in. Somewhere out there, Octavia had just sent the settings on her special ID bracer, requesting Linhart become her slave for 1 year.
Linhart imagined the tall, sultry woman, lying in bed right now, waiting for him to respond, to see if he would become… what? Her loyal servant? Her sexual outlet? A semen fountain for her to suck dry?
None of those scenarios appealed to him, but he could think of several interesting paths to take if he became the master. Imagine the sophisticated and prideful Octavia waiting on him as a servant. He could dress her in a peasant’s robe and make her wash his body in the Academy bathhouse. Everyone would laugh at her, and her pride would be broken. He would reward her when she performed well, and scold her when she made a mistake. He’d force her to tutor him in support magic, and she would have to share lessons with him that no one else would ever know.
He sighed and looked down. Selecting ‘No’ on the screen, he rejected her proposal. There’s no way Octavia would fall so easily into his hands like that. She knew how to use this bracer better than anyone else, and knew what the Master / Slave relationship would entail. He would remain in the dark until he could test it out personally. But how could he learn more about this system without relying on Octavia for guidance?
Xenia may be an easier target? Emotionally, she was just as manipulative and crafty as Octavia, however, she knew nothing about the Master / Slave settings of her ID bracer. Maybe he could use her sadistic and masochistic tendencies and trick her into a slave contract? He would reward her for pleasing him with her body and punish her with whips and ropes when she didn’t respond fast enough. The image of Xenia tied up and screaming for mercy made his blood hot. He would punish her until she forgot about all those other boys!
But accessing this menu could only be done by the user herself, and Linhart knew it was a terrible idea showing Xenia these new options. She was already a crazy bitch when it comes to the unfiltered mutual bond. He shuddered at the thought of how depraved she would become if she had Relationship Lock or Emotional Filter abilities.
No, Linhart could not create a Master / Slave relationship with either of the Stratega, at least not yet. And the other names on the list, all of them being boys, did not interest him in the least. No, he would have to find some way to expand the list of names, and the only way to do that was the same way Xenia had curated the list to begin with.
He would have to pay a visit to Octavia.
Linhart stopped the water and grabbed a towel from the shelf. He had a plan now, and his mood was improving. He quietly pulled back the curtain and crept into the room, so as to not wake the sleeping sister.
The sight that greeted him in the bedroom was enough to stop him in his tracks. The room was cloaked in darkness, but a lamp was turned just bright enough to illuminate Zoey’s bed and her bedside table. The athletic little girl was lying down on her side on top of the blankets, still completely naked. She was a 10 out of 10 loli, with a beautiful face and adorable little body. Her right hand was holding a magazine propped open right in front of her face, and her other hand was gripping the handle of her wooden dildo. A stack of other magazines sat on the bedside table, the front covers he could see from here were adorned with colorful illustrations of half-naked men.
She was so lost in the moment that she didn’t hear him come in. Linhart stood there watching for a minute. Enjoying the sound of her soft feminine mutterings and sighs. He watched the vigorous way she was rubbing the dildo up and down, passing it over her pussy lips and pausing regularly to rub it in circles on her clitoris. She was not gentle with it, but it appeared she didn’t push it in further than the entrance to her vagina. Was she still a virgin in the physical sense too? Her sister had been a virgin when she’d jumped on him just last week.
Everything Zoey did by herself was such a turn-on. Linhart was getting really worked up, running his hand up and down his dick, it was as hard as could be. Unable to hold back any longer, he stepped forward into the light.
“Are you sure you want to have sex?” he asked at a near-whisper, though it appeared Chloe would not wake up again no matter how loud they were. “You look satisfied just playing with yourself.”
“Oh!” Zoey sat up instantly, the magazine and dildo hidden behind her back. But she knew she was caught and, after a moment, she guiltily moved them to the bedside table. “I didn’t mean to start without you. I just wanted to make sure I stayed wet enough for… you know.”
Her eyes were on his penis now, which was swollen and twitching right in front of her face. She opened her tiny mouth and stuck out her pink little tongue, leaning in, she licked the tip of it.
“Yea... yeaaah...” Linhart groaned, and she looked pleased at his reaction. She began to lick all around his glans, paying close attention to his urethra and sucking up the precum that was leaking out.
“Hold on.” Linhart stopped her, just as she was attempting to stretch her mouth wide enough to get the whole thing in her mouth. She paused, her big eyes looking pleadingly up at him.
“Am I not allowed to suck on it?”
“No, you can suck on it.” Linhart smiled, relishing the look of relief that she gave him, “But, if we are going to become sex partners, let's talk about our roles first. Here, let’s switch places.”
Zoey looked at him quizzically but rose willingly as he pulled her off the bed. He handled her tiny body like he would a doll, forcing her to kneel as he lowered himself onto her bed. He wrapped his legs around her body and pulled her in closer. She was delighted by the action, and began licking the end of his tool once more, this time with circular strokes.
“That’s right, Zoey,” Linhart urged her on, “Uughh... You are doing such a good job making me happy. Would you like it if we did this everyday?”
“Yes, Linhart!” she exclaimed without stopping, “I want to be naked with you every day!... *lick lick* Are you okay if I put it in my pussy now? I promise, I’ll be gentle.”
“We’ll get there,” Linhart chided her, slapping her lightly on the top of the head. Her blue eyes were flustered for a second, but then she got back to work, trying once again to wrap her mouth around his dick. “Before we have sex, I’d like to play a game.”
“What kind of game?” She was really struggling now. She could get it inside her mouth, but her jaw was too tight, and she seemed reluctant to let his dick go any further down her throat.
“...Let’s call it the king game.” he paused and placed a hand on her head. Her long blond hair was still wet from the shower they’d taken. He coiled his fingers in her thick tresses and pulled her head further onto his dick. “I think you are the perfect girl for me, Zoey. But I need to be sure that you can treat me like a King. Is that something you can do for me?”
Her eyes were wide open in concentration, and he could hear her struggling to open up wider as he eased his dick further into her mouth. It had hit the back of her throat and then she began gagging violently. He held it there for a few seconds, until he felt the cum threatening to rise up from his balls, then released her. A string of her saliva mixed with his precum stretched over her mouth like a bubble being blown. She smiled and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Awwwhhhn… I can treat you like a King every day!” her face was a mess, but she was so enthusiastic.
After a quick breather, he was once again sliding his thick rod past her teeth and over her bumpy tongue, to the limits that her mouth would allow. “Then will you obey me? If I ask you to do something sexual for me… will you do it?” This time he held her there at the gagging point for 5 seconds, holding back the flood of pleasure that his dick badly wanted to shoot inside of her. The sight of his huge dick poking down into her throat and watching her gullet swell around its shape was nearly too much to resist. He started to jab it in and out, while she gagged and drooled around it.
When he next released her, she gasped and coughed their mutual fluids back onto his dick, but she was still nodding with energy.
“Yes, I’ll do anything sexual that you ask me to… You are my king!”
She was once again licking at his dick, but he was too far gone for that now.
“Zoey, I am about to cum. I’m going to shoot it into your pussy. Lie down on the bed.”
Zoey’s mouth was panting and her eyes were crazed, but her mouth said, “Can I just climb on top and fuck you, please?”
Linhart’s hand struck quickly, slapping her cute little nubby tit so that it shook on her chest. She grimaced in pain, but still her eyes weren't focused properly. “I want you to lie down on the bed and put your legs behind your head. Are you going to obey?”
“Oh yes, my king,” she responded lightly, “I am sorry for questioning you. I'll do it, I'll do it.”
The girl seemed to be completely obedient already. She flopped down on the bed and readily rolled onto her back. Linhart admired the shape of her small legs as she wrapped one of them behind her head and was attempting a second. This girl that was physically ripe as summer fruit and emotionally ready to control. He would take her virginity and soon, she would surrender her free will to him.
The feeling of complete domination flowed through him, as he positioned his aching penis at the weeping entrance to her secret place. He seized her ankles tightly, and asked her to brace herself, then he pressed into her tight little pussy. It slid inside readily, but a few inches in he hit a blockage.
Zoey reached her hands out to his chest and ran them over him reverently. “Please, push harder. Make me your woman, my king.” She was begging him to go deeper, and he could not deny her. He thrust hard and felt his dick break through her hymen. He stroked in and out a few times until blood flowed out of her well-lubricated tunnel. Zoey was smiling as her virginity was taken away.
He was rocking in and out of her now. He could still go deeper, but she was so tight and he could not hold back his orgasm much longer. Her face was beautiful. It was a mess of their fluids, but her lips were so big, red, and kissable. The look of pain had been replaced by an expression of ecstasy. Her cute little mouth made an O shape and her eyes were locked on his, as his cock bullied its way into her cervix. He leaned over and covered her waiting lips with his own as he began shaking within her.
“Gods Zoey, Uughhn… I’m cumming inside you.”
“Haaahn… Please cum in me! I’m cumming too… cumming… Haaah!” she was sighing and begging him as if he were really royalty.
They were no longer able to moderate their volume, but somehow, Chloe slept through everything.
They were still kissing and fucking for hours after that. Linhart didn’t bother taking his dick out of her after he came, he was so excited with his new toy and new prospects in life that he immediately got hard again and started pumping into her once more. Her pussy had become so slick and stretched out after a couple of rounds that he had no trouble thrusting deep inside of her. He started squeezing the bulge that was the head of dick in his hand. That made her lose control squirting out all over her bed and cumming non-stop. He had lost count of the number of times she had cum. By the end, her body was shaking non-stop as she quietly called out his name.
She really liked pleasing him, especially if there was a reward. By now, Linhart had no doubt that she was the perfect candidate for master / slave training.
At one point in time, Linhart remembered his plan enough to ask, “When will you be receiving your ID bracer?”
Zoey was gasping for breath and was ready and waiting for their next round to start, “All freshmen are scheduled to receive them tomorrow during Mentor Hour.”
Linhart was amazed at the timing, once again. The gods be praised! What were the odds that he’d formulate this plan the very day before the girls were fated to receive their bracer.
“Listen to me, Zoey.” His tone told her this was important, and she stopped humping him for a moment, treating the moment very seriously. “Do not go to Mentor hour tomorrow. I have something else to give you, but it won’t work if you receive your ID bracer before I meet you.”
Zoey looked confused, but she nodded anyway. “Okay, I won’t get my ID bracer, then. What kind of something else do you have for me?”
“It’s something that will bring us closer together…” Linhart smiled deviously, “And we can play the king game forever.”
Not understanding his intention, but overjoyed by the idea of them becoming closer, Zoey smiled her cutest smile and kissed him once again. “I love you! I want us to be like this forever.”
