Slave World 2: The Ties That Bind by Johnny Stone
Margo Winters, decorated war veteran and independent freighter captain turned genetically altered pony girl, finally has everything she’s always wanted in life. The problem is, that even the most idyllic of situations can be dashed to pieces when least expected. What begins as a mission to retrieve Margo’s stolen ship from the men that sent her away a year ago, quickly spirals out of control, becoming an unforeseeable chain of events. Without warning Margo is cruelly stripped of the man she loves, once more sent into submission, and condemned to the life of servitude. The only chance for her to survive the inhuman and sadistic abuse she is made to endure is to become the very thing that will rob her of her fragile sanity, and forever destroy the essence of who and what she is. While Margo fights for her very survival, suffering the insufferable, dark forces writhe in the background, plotting against the very laws of nature itself. Others move to stop them while conducting a war of incredible deception that might one-day lead to the very extinction of the Human race. Slave World, The Ties that Bind, is the second book in the dark saga of Margo Winters, Nathan Burke, and a universe of dwindling ethics and fading morality.
Not suitable for the faint of heart or ethically squeamish, containing explicit and controversial material to include:
Graphic Violence and adult language, M/F, F/F, Human/ Mechanical and Human/ Anthropomorphic sexual content. Body modification, Humiliation, Master/ slave, Rough sex, Anal and oral, Toys, Pony play, Exhibitionism and public nudity.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the hot jet of water beat against my face. God it felt good, the tension just seemed to flow out of me in a wave of relief down the drain. The multiple smaller jets oriented around the shower cubicle followed suit, pelting my body with a soapy mist. It had a neutral smell to it though – very mannish – it wasn’t even close to my normal fragrance. No big deal, I’ll just reprogram it later with something a bit more female friendly, something light and flowery. I’m sure Nathan will love that.
Nathan… I was going to have to do some serious butt kissing to make up for that outburst. I still don’t know what happened, one minute I was happy as hell to be flying again, looking forward to getting laid, and the next I was back in the cockpit of my Hornet 3 Interceptor evading fire. Things really got ugly after I returned to reality; I can’t believe I snapped at him like that.
The main jet of water dropped suddenly and I opened my eyes only to receive a blast in the face as it switched directions again, spraying up and over my head. I shrieked, covering my face with my hands when the other jets went crazy, attacking me. The main jet returned to a normal flow just as unexpectedly, and I stepped to the side eyeing it warily from between my fingers.
“Piece of crap,” I muttered. We must have just cleared Slave World’s atmosphere and entered open space, and it always took a few moments for the artificial gravity to kick in and get the thing right again. Water on board ship was one thing that still never acted quite right; it would do strange things at times, moving this way or that, not sure which way to go. I seemed to have forgotten that little piece of information during my extended planet-side vacation.
Now that’s over… I took my place in the middle of the shower cubicle again, letting the steamy water blast my skin back into a rosy glow while I soaped up. It was therapeutic for me in a way, lathering up my tail, before moving on to my shoulder-length mane. After that, came my wonderful ears. I always washed in the same order, always. Not sure why, other than I did, like a simplistic ritual of compulsive leisure. And of course, once the more mundane parts were done it allowed me to move on to other areas, the parts I enjoyed washing more thoroughly than they really need most times. Since the first time I discovered sex as a young woman, I’d loved playing with myself, but after becoming a pony… My skin felt so soft and silky now, just like a baby’s butt, but everywhere. I’ll admit that enhanced collagen levels were an added bonus from my augmentation that I didn’t mind in the least.
Gentle, plump breast were the first to fall prey to my roving hands, and I pushed them together, enhancing my generous cleavage even more, while thinking about the last time Nathan tit fucked me. His dark pink cockhead thrusting up between them… his hand on my head, a fistful of hair, pulling my head forward… I opened my mouth… the warm splash of Master’s cum dribbling down my chin… I’d never been tit fucked before coming to Slave World – having a small chest kind of puts a damper on things like that.
The more I washed, with my hands gliding over flushed, slippery skin, the more I realized just how horny I was. My hunger for Nathan hadn’t gone away in the least with all the recent excitement, if anything, it had grown stronger. My nipples felt bloated with sensitivity, no different than my swollen clit. I gasped with an erotic shudder, as I leaned back against the shower wall, one leg cocked up and a hand between them. My pussy was in my palm, massaging my clit, seconds away from cumming on the two fingers that were knuckle deep within it. I was playing with myself again and didn’t even realize it.
I quickly pulled them out, nervously looking around, and took a deep breath trying to calm down while I finished rinsing. Good luck with that; my heart was pounding and my body felt like it was on fire. It didn’t take long; I was in a hurry, and I silently hoped Nathan wasn’t already in the bedroom waiting on me.
The dryer came next, buffeting me with warm gusts of air, and I ran my hands through my hair and tail to help the process along. I did sneak one last exploratory finger through my slit, smiling at how slick I still was. The shimmering finger vanished in my mouth with a heavenly moan. Mmmm… Sticky sweet sex candy, another wonderful result of my augmentation. Is it wrong to enjoy the taste of yourself? If it is, then I never want to be right.
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