Octavia led Linhart back to the bedroom where she laid him down and mounted him like it was the most natural thing in the world. They didn’t even take off their hastily donned togas, instead she just pulled the bottom up to reveal her dripping genitals. Though they’d had sex multiple times through the night, he still felt a rush of excitement as his dick entered her velvety folds.
“Ahhh…” she sighed, draping her long dark hair down over his pale body. “I love that you’re always hard and ready for me, Linhart. Please just lie there and listen. I’ll do all the talking and.... Haahn... aaaaall the work.”
She chatted happily, and Linhart watched her face as she humped him, noticed a change in her since the day before. Her elegant movements had been replaced with bursts of energy and giggles. She was acting like a school girl and, by the purple candlelight, he could’ve sworn she looked 10 years younger.
“I’ll give you a choice on how you’d like to develop this week. I can raise your score much higher and quicker than Xenia could… I’m a scientist after all. But I need to know, would you like to develop your Binding with me, or are you still hung up on becoming a Fighter?”
Linhart didn’t even have to think about it. “I want to develop my Fighting skill.”
“Humph!" she was upset but not surprised with his answer, "Very well. Now the issue is… ahhh, here comes the issue now…” she smiled as Zoey peeked her head into the Purple room, “Come over here, pet, and suck on my tits while your masters talk.”
Zoey’s face twisted in a look of disgust, but she approached and dropped to her knees. Doing as she was told, she stared angrily up at her when Octavia began moaning with pleasure. The Stratega really did enjoy tormenting the little girl. Linhart thought that he must have imagined the goodwill the two had shared the night before.
“Your first obstacle is earning Fighting points. You see, no matter what you do to this little bitch, she’ll accept it. Earning Fighting points from beating up a slave is just impossible. You won’t earn any points from me either, as you will find it physically impossible to hurt me in any way, unless I ask you to, while you are my slave… So that leaves Thalia and Iris… You’re going to have to start Fighting them or I can arrange for you to assault them for easy points. How do you feel about the matter?”
Linhart didn’t really want to beat up either of the Binder girls, but if they were the only path to his gaining Fighter levels, then he would do it. “Whatever you think is better, I will accept… I’m getting close, would you like my seed now?” he asked.
Zoey looked up anxiously and barked urgently at Octavia. Her sweet bird-like voice made her sound like a small yappy dog. Octavia placed her palm on the girl’s head and pushed her back down to her breast.“No pet, keep sucking. This load is mine to consume. I’ll tell you when you can have him next.”
“Master, why is she still barking like a dog? I thought that was just for last night?”
Zoey was growling now, but she returned her mouth to Octavia's tit. The woman was grinning like a child with a new toy. “No, for the remainder of the experiment she is only permitted to speak like a dog. And you’re going to be treating her like the bitch that she is. That’s an order, Linhart. Oooww!”
Octavia grabbed Zoey’s long hair and yanked her head back. Linhart could see that Zoey was biting down on Octavia, and had a hold on the tenderest part of her breast. Her eyes were fiery, and she didn’t let go until Octavia shouted another order, “Let go, you bad girl, stop biting me!”
Zoey let go, leaving a ring of teeth marks around her perfect nipple. A moment later blood started to weep out of the open wounds. She barked happily, grinning as Octavia delicately handled her boob, in obvious pain. Zoey did not realize how angry Octavia was now, but Linhart did and he was afraid.
“Go over there and stand with your head against the wall,” she seethed, “I’m going to finish here, then I’ll deal with you… Linhart, I’m going to show you why you made a big mistake bonding this girl to be your slave forever.”
“Please master,” he begged, “Have mercy on her, she’s usually such a gentle girl. She’s just a little over-protective. I can cum whenever you want me to.”
Octavia was humping him once again, touching her tit gingerly, still in great pain. “Hold it in for a while longer, I have to tell you something. When a person is bonded to be a slave, their identity immediately starts to decay. The longer a person serves another, the less of themselves there is left at the end of the pact. For your friend over there, she will never finish her contract, and so, eventually, she will be nothing more than a brainless playdoll who does whatever she is told without thought. Already, her mind has started down that road.”
She must have sensed a shift in Linhart’s mood, because she lay down on top of him now and lifted her injured boob to his lips. “Heal it with your kisses,” she lovingly instructed. “I will be very careful with your training in the coming days, my darling. Your identity will be intact and hopefully you will learn a lesson from watching that belligerent girl of yours fall apart. Forever contracts are not to be made lightly.”
“But master,” Linhart was gently licking her tit. It didn’t take long for his saliva to ease her pain, and he licked away the droplets of blood until they stopped flowing all together. The sight, smell, and scent of her huge feminine melons was making it hard to hold off on climaxing. “I remember you invited me to be your slave for a year. Wouldn't that have destroyed me, just the same?”
“Well, yes…” Octavia hesitated, and Linhart felt a surge of shame enter her mind, “You likely would’ve been damaged over the year. But that invitation was made before I knew you were a Mnemon. Surely, you can’t hold me responsible for not knowing that... Ahhh, that feels much better.“ She pressed her tit harder against his mouth and began to slam her hips down, she was panting and talking in that high voice that told him that she was ready to cum.
”Oooooh… It’s time, Linhart!... Fill me up now, cum into me while you suck on my boob!”
Linhart heard the words he’d been waiting so long for and started to piston his dick up into her wet, hairy pussy. The two of them climaxing together was too much for Zoey to stand. She struck her head against the wall trying to block out Octavia’s cries of pleasure, as the tears came rolling down her cheeks.
* * * * * * * * *
The meal that followed was delicious and Linhart so enjoyed sitting down to eat with this group of girls he now knew so intimately. A feeling of joy swelled his heart, as he realized that he’d achieved the harem he had long been dreaming of. The four girls in front of him were so different and so perfect in their own way. They represented everything he needed.
The rest of the day was used to take turns having sex and calculate the optimal time between sexual acts for the girls to get the most benefit. Octavia insisted that Zoey remain in the room with her head against the wall the whole time, as she, Thalia, and Iris took turns milking and measuring Linhart’s semen.
After a few hours, Linhart begged her to move Zoey away from the wall. The sound of sex had slowly been driving the girl mad, and her forehead was bruised and bleeding from repetitively hitting it against the jagged amethyst wall of the bedroom.
Octavia acquiesced, but added that Zoey would have to watch without moving, and could not look away. The remainder of the day, the girl sat like a dog chained up a yard, growling away as the rest of the girls slipped in and out of ecstasy.
By the end of the day, she was weeping silently, and Linhart begged to be able to hold her. Octavia nodded. “You can hold her through the night tonight, if that will make you happy, but you cannot fuck her or help her get off. Nothing romantic, and that’s an order.”
Zoey, who had been listening in, leapt to her feet and cheered, which brought a swift correction from Octavia, “You’re still my pet, girl. You bark like a dog, or you remain silent!”
Linhart was actually happy about the order not to have sex that night. He’d been screwing all day and even though much of the day he’d been on his back he was exhausted and ready to sleep. He led Zoey to the small private chamber he'd been assigned, where he changed from his toga into a loose pair of pajamas, and asked Zoey to do the same.
Soon, Linhart was lying in a hard, single bed, with Zoey pressed right up against him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, as if trying to feel as much of him as she could. He fell asleep almost instantly, only to be awakened by the feel of her lips against his just a few minutes later.
“No Zoey, I cannot kiss you or do anything with you. I’ve had a tiring day, so please let me sleep.”
Perhaps an hour later, Linhart awoke to the sound of Zoey’s breath and her body shaking in the bed next to him. Her hand was on his dick and she was fingering herself vigorously. He had to stop her, but he knew at that moment that it was going to be a long night.
* * * * * * * * *
On the morning of the third day, Thalia and Iris approached Linhart in the lavender bath. Linhart, who had hardly any sleep, greeted them. Zoey was crouched next to the bath, watching him closely. He had forbidden her from joining him, saying that she had kept him up all night. His eyes went up and down their bodies, until he was shocked in wakefulness. The two girls stepped out of their togas, and they were completely naked. Then, as they eased themselves into the hot water, on either side of him, their soft breasts and hips bumped up against him.
Octavia had left for the morning and had asked the two girls to help Linhart while she was gone.
They both knew about Linhart’s desire to level up and offered to help. And since they were both highly skilled Fighters now, though neither had any practical experience, they were ready to level him up. Neither of them had really wanted to develop their Fighting score in the first place, and the Fighting skills that were populating their ID bracers did not interest them at all.
“You can beat me up all you want,” Iris grinned, “As long as you let me suck you off after that.” Ever since she found out she could supercharge her Binding skill just by swallowing his jism, she’d decided to suck his dick every chance she got.
“It’s not that simple,” Thalia explained to her sister. “For Linhart to drain your Fighting score, he’s got to take it from you against your will. You’re going to have to resist him.”
“Well, why would I do that?” Iris laughed.
“Well, for starters,” Linhart grinned, flicking her forehead with his thumb and finger, “I’ll only let you suck me off if you can beat me in a fight.”
Iris’ eyes narrowed and her face took on a serious expression. “Well, in that case…”
The soft little freshman surprised him a bit, as she lurched forward, splashing the fresh-smelling bathwater everywhere, and full-body tackled him, pushing him under the water's surface.
