Octavia escorted Linhart through an open doorway off the laboratory into a space she introduced as the bedroom. The only thing that resembled a bed in this room was the soft carpeted floor, which was covered with pillows and cushions of many different sizes and shapes. It felt like the space was outfitted for a dozen people to sleep on the floor together. There was no bed nor other furniture, except for several tall candelabras, which were fixed to the floor around the room.
The walls and ceiling curved in a vaguely egg-shaped manner, and they were completely covered in purple crystals; perhaps amethysts. Once Octavia lit the candles, the room lit up with reflected light tinted purple. The soft glow glinted from multiple surfaces bringing a magical quality to the air around them. Linhart felt enchanted.
Octavia turned and walked seductively over to him. They stood facing each other without talking, lost in this private moment together. She was admiring the fit of his uniform, paying close attention to the shape of his erection through his loose-fitting pants. He was enjoying her sexy exposed shoulder and the swell of her right boob that was nearly popping out of her toga. She was so tall and slender, but her breasts were large and delightfully firm. Still without speaking, she eased herself down onto a large brocaded pillow and gestured for Linhart to join her. He hesitated, not wanting to be disrespectful, but also feeling like he was getting caught up in the rhythm of obeying her too readily.
“I’ll stand, thank you.” He bowed, and began to speak. Octavia frowned, but listened without interruption. His voice cracked with nervousness. “I wanted to thank you for your help with Stratega Xenia last night. It feels like you freed me from a prison.
“I didn't come here today to start my week of... service to you. Not today, at least. I came to clarify the terms of our agreement and to ask you a favor.”
She looked at him questioningly, “Linhart, we set the terms of your debt to me yesterday. You promised I can have as much of your semen as I desire for one week. No holding back on your part, and I can drink all the ‘special’ cum that you can generate.
"If you don't want to start today, that's fine, but don't keep me waiting long." Octavia leaned towards him, so much so that he could see down her toga right to her navel. His mind was growing cloudy, but she was asking him a question, "What is the favor you want from me? If you need my Binding powers, any magic I do for you will run up your debt to me.”
Linhart was worried now. He had hoped she would be as friendly as she had the previous night when she had helped him escape, but he felt like he was bargaining with a demon for his soul. Was this a bad idea? Being in debt to Octavia may be worse than being drained by Xenia. But, he had come all this way, and he had important plans that hinged on her aid, so he barreled on with his request.
“Octavia, my cohort, the freshmen Fighter class is scheduled to receive their ID bracers later this morning. I would like you to give me some of your special bracers, so I can bond with some of the other freshman Fighters. There are several of them who are very important to me.”
Octavia’s eyebrows rose as she peered at him through her thick glasses, but she didn’t say anything. She was waiting for him to continue.
“Uhhh... the reason is... Just as Xenia has bonded with many Fighter boys, I plan on bonding with Fighter girls, in order to develop a group of protectors, allies, and sex partners."
Octavia sat upon the pillows in front of him, her purple toga and the purple light scintillating off the walls combined to create a mystical atmosphere around her. She seemed to be examining him inside and out with those magnifying lenses. Then she spoke.
"Sex partners? You mean, you wish to start a harem..."
"That's right."
"But the harem will be a bunch of freshman girls?"
"Exactly." Linhart was encouraged. Octavia was picking up on his intentions very quickly.
“No, I won't help you.”
Linhart was surprised. He took a step backwards.
“Why not?”
“Because, these bracers are powerful magic items, not toys to be handed out to just any freshman who catches your eye,” she lectured him, rising from the floor and moving closer to him.. “You are just a freshman yourself and cannot be trusted to bond the right people. Even if you are the only one who can feel and sense them, they will be added to the network for which I am responsible. Plus, it feels like a waste for you to bind more girls. After all, if you want to have sex, you can have my pussy whenever you want.” As if to emphasize her point, she lifted the cloth wrapped around her long legs and exposed a silky pair of deep purple panties.
“But… but…” Oh no, his plans were all going to ruin! He had to do something. “I want a harem!"
He could see this wasn't working, so Linhart decided to change tact, "I will pay you back. I can give you anything you want.”
“Oh, do you have something that I want?” she smiled at him amused. “You’ve already promised your dick to me for the week, what else do you have that is worth anything?”
“I can be your slave… you sent me the request yesterday…”
“Yes, I did set you as my slave, but you already rejected me,” she frowned. “I suppose I can offer you a year’s contract. That should be something you can agree to.”
Linhart got the feeling that she was manipulating him. His mind was racing towards offering her everything and anything. He had so little to give her in payment, He would pay her anything…
Wait. Why was he offering to become her slave? That sounds so, dangerous! He understood now that he was not thinking clearly. He took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” he shouted out, “I rejected your request because I want to be the master. Sooo….” he sighed dramatically. “I don’t need the ID bracers, and I don’t want to be anyone’s slave… even yours…”
Octavia didn’t let her face show her feelings, but he could feel how shocked and frustrated she was with his change in attitude.
“Let’s just get this week over with. I will serve you for seven days, and then I will never owe you anything ever again,” Linhart said matter-of-factly, and he pulled his pants down far enough that his penis sprang out.
“Oh darling,” she returned sweetly, her eyes were feasting on his exposed manliness, “Don’t be like that, of course we can keep our relationship going even past the seven days we negotiated.” Her hands were fondling Linhart’s body now, and she was pulling him down to the soft carpeted floor with her. Linhart caught a whiff of some lovely spices in her hair, as he settled back onto a pile of soft cushions. Octavia was on top of him in a second.
She had her long feminine arm around his shoulders now, holding him close, while her other hand pulled at the front of her toga. Her face was so close to his, and he watched as she lifted one of her luscious breasts from within her toga and pushed it into his face.
“How about you start by agreeing to serve me for 1 day? Then we can extend it to a week or a month after that?” His blood surged and he wanted nothing more than to suck on the pendulous tit that was being offered to him. The purple tinted light that flickered in this room played with the color of things. Her pale skin was a lovely lavender, and her large pink nipples were now a shade of violet. The atmosphere of the room seemed to be working some magic on him, and he just wanted to surrender and go with the flow. He wanted to fuck her so badly!
But, once again, his mind told him to stand up and leave the room. Anatomy class would be over soon, and Serapha and Drystan would be leaving the Theater. After not being there for them for a week, he felt he had to see them again. It was important for some reason!
“I’ve got to go, Octavia.” he gasped and rose to his feet, “My class is ending soon, and I have to meet my friends.”
Octavia looked baffled, as he left her grasp and stumbled out into the laboratory once more.
“Wait, Linhart!”
In the main room, the sweltering heat felt good on his skin, and he began to sweat intensely, a stream of sweat ran down the corners of his face. The amethyst room had been sensory overload in some ways, and the bare, sterile metal of this room seemed to cleanse his mind somehow. The two Binders had not left the metal experimenting table, though they were sitting up talking peacefully to each other when he entered. Octavia was chasing after him, now.
“We may be able to come to an agreement after all.” She said, grabbing him from behind and spinning him around. “We can form an agreement one act at a time…”
Her arms were pulling him in again and her lips pressed against his. Linhart was on his guard, and he knew that she was using magic and wordplay to manipulate him…
But in the end, she won his cooperation through her sultry soft lips sent him into a warm, tingling space. His hand reached out and squeezed her exposed breast, his fingers sinking deep into the firm flesh, he massaged her in rhythm with their kiss, then he pinched and pulled, stimulating her oversized nipple.
“Oh, Octavia,” he breathed, as she kissed him all over his face, “I want so badly to stay here with you. Promise me something! Something I want… and I will promise you something in return.”
“Haahn… I can give you Binders bracers, the ones that you desire so much.” Her hand slipped down his body and was playing with his dick. By now, he was feeling very sensitive and knew it wouldn’t take much more for him to cum.
“For that… I will cum anywhere you want, where you want it?”
“What?” she pulled back from kissing him and looked him straight in the eye, “You have to offer something more than that. You already agreed to giving me your cum for a week.”
Linhart finally felt like they were on equal grounds in the negotiation. “Fine, I will be your slave for two days, in return for your two bracers”
“That’s not enough!” Octavia replied hotly. She was literally squeezing his balls now, trying to get a better deal. “Be my slave for seven days. The same number of days that you’ve already agreed to be my cum doll.”
“Oh, careful Octavia. I’m about to cum right now,” Linhart warned, and he disrobed, dropping his pants and underwear on the floor right in front of her. He could vaguely sense Tyra and Elim watching their foreplay, but he didn’t really care. “I’ll be your slave for seven days for 4 ID bracers. I will return any bracers I don’t use by this time tomorrow, when I submit myself to be your slave. Where do you want it?”
Linhart had pulled her hand away from his dick. It was still pulsing like it was about to blow, but he was holding back as well as he could. Octavia, understanding that he was about to cum wasted no time in getting into position, she turned around and pulled up her toga, exposing her lovely, round ass.
“Shoot it inside my pussy!”
Linhart smiled. He pulled her silky panties to the side and pressed his long, veiny manhood against her wet, hairy pussy. Her ass was so fit and so erotic. He slid her toga even further up until he could see the thin curve of her waist, then he grabbed onto her ample hips and pulled her willowy body into his own, plowing deep and hard inside of her.
“Ahhhh… do you agree to these terms?” Linhart was sliding in and out of her as she braced herself. Her hands were reaching out to seize on tables and devices alike, seeming to lose strength as he drilled into pussy pushing deeper and deeper.
“Become my slave right now and I will agree! I will let you do what you need to today, but please declare you are my slave before you cum inside me.”
Linhart had gotten all that he wanted. This was just a small concession that he had to give her. A show of trust.
While he dialed up his ID bracer, he thought about what it would feel like to have Octavia as a master. Octavia had proven herself to be manipulative and abusive with magic, but she had always been an honest dealer. At least so far. He was risking it all, but he would trust Octavia at this junction. He pulled up the Master/Slave menu, set the duration to 1 week, then dialed to: Set Stratega Octavia as your Master. (Yes / No) and selected Yes.
Octavia did not delay in accepting his message, and moments later he received the message:
Stratega Octavia has accepted the proposed relationship.
And that was when his world shifted.
All at once, Octavia became the center of the universe and his concerns faded to the background. “I am not as important as I had thought!” was the first idea that came to Linhart’s mind as he registered as Stratega Octavia’s slave for 1 week.
He was overjoyed to find her already in his grasp and he held on tight, worried now that she might abandon him suddenly. He leaned over and reached around her, caressing her huge boobs lovingly, as she whimpered in his arms. His dick was hurting her because it was too big, and he didn’t know how to make it easier for her. But he did know that she wanted him to finish quickly deep inside of her, so he did his best to fulfill her wishes.
“I’m cumming inside of you now, Octavia!”
“Uhhnn… Call me master!”
“Master! Master, I’m cumming now… Haah,” Linhart’s chest was working hard to breathe as he committed all his energy to pumping into his new master. He had wrapped his arms around her chest, seizing her massive breasts in his hands and pulling on them in adoration. She was the perfect woman, and he was going to send all his semen into her, if that’s what will make her happy.
As her body began to shake she screamed, “I’m cumming, give it to me Linhart,” her legs collapsed under the pressure of his dick hammering into her. She fell to the floor with him on top of her. That didn't stop him from pushing. He jammed it once more into her love canal and exploded into her fallen body. He felt so good fulfilling her request, giving his master what she wanted.
Linhart was a happy slave.
