Paradise Pass (Tales From The Margin 1)

Paradise Pass (Tales from the Margin)
Mikala Ash
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Copyright ©2013 Mikala Ash

Planet Luxuria Prime, Central Systems, 10 years ago:

Leashed like a domesticated beast, the man nicknamed Maximus stood resentful and silent. He held himself at attention, his muscular frame rigid, with his dark, heavily hooded eyes fixed on the naked female standing directly opposite him. He struggled to maintain a vacant expression, seeking to mask the rage seething within.

"He is a work of art, is he not?" the mistress of the house boasted to her friends. "Maximus is my new prize. Purchased at considerable cost from the market this very morning."

The assorted noblewomen cooed with pleasure at their first sighting of the ex-fighter. "He is exquisite," they agreed. "He's so handsome, so powerful, and the size of his cock! Why, it's seven inches at least, even at rest!"

"You'll be amazed when you see him on the rut!"

They gave a collective titter. "You've seen him?"

"Of course. Before we purchased his contract we wanted to make sure he could get that horse cock up."

Maximus grimaced as his new mistress lifted his hardening organ in her palm.

Apparently oblivious to his disdain, she giggled. "And more importantly, keep it so." She encircled his cock's substantial girth with both hands and stroked him into a full erection. Her guests gasped in apparent awe at the size of it. "He performed marvelously. And the volume of seed -- well, copious is an understatement."

She encouraged her friends to hold his cock, tug on it, and heft the ball sac at its base. All the while Maximus kept his gaze on the green eyes of the auburn-haired female who returned his look with barely suppressed fear etched on her oval face.

"Is he to be another of your stallions?"

"Oh, yes indeed." She deftly guided her guests to the petite female. "Of course, we'll mate him with our other beauties, but this one has something special, I think. Look at her eyes -- so green, like the deepest jade." She cupped the girl's nearest breast and tweaked a coral-hued nipple. "We purchased her contract to make them a matched set. They complement each other so well; his size against her daintiness. She's a little old, twenty, but her looks are perfect, don't you think? The skin is flawless."

"Will she be able to take all of him?" one asked, running her fingers along the young woman's inner thigh. "That's the question, surely."

"You'll see tonight." The mistress of the house beamed. "They will be our entertainment."

Her guests clapped their hands with evident glee while Maximus barely suppressed his anger.

Immediately after his introduction to the noblewomen, Maximus had been taken to the mistresses' huge sunken bath, and was now up to his chest in scented water, being bathed by three naked servants.

The girls twittered excitedly about the size of his cock, and the ex-fighter enjoyed the attention. They were not afraid to touch his penis, or hold it, weighing it in their palms. All the while they asked questions; when did it first grow this big, how big does it get, has anyone been able to deep throat him? These were questions he'd been asked before, and he joked with them about himself, forgetting the problems it had caused him growing up.

Maximus had been surprised when the mistress had lied to her guests about watching him on the "rut" as she called it. He had, in fact, refused the orders of the auctioneer to fuck one of the slave girls in front of the bidders. Instead, while on the block, the auctioneer had a male slave masturbate him to orgasm, to show the bidders exactly what he could deliver. That was humiliating enough, but it had been a compromise acceptable to him. He would never take a woman against her will. The thought horrified him.

The girl they expected him to fuck later tonight did not want him. She was too scared or too humiliated -- or both. It didn't matter to him which. He didn't want to fuck her in front of an audience, even if she was willing.

The mistress entered the bathhouse in a flurry of silky gossamer. The girls scattered when she came to the edge of the tiles and gazed silently down at him. He returned her gaze. Despite his predicament, he was not to be cowed.

"My, you are perfect, aren't you?" she finally spoke, her voice catching in her throat. "How they had you fighting in the ring I do not know. To risk such perfection beggars my imagination." She squatted beside him, and with long fingers gripping his jaw, turned his face from side to side. "I think it curious that your nose is unbroken. You must have been good."

"I was." Maximus had few things in his life to be proud of. Fighting was one. His reputation as a ferocious competitor was known across the planet.

"I'm told you stole from your trainer, is that correct?"

"I refused to throw a fight, to lie down and pretend to be beaten," he retorted, unable to control his anger. "I was accused of a crime I did not commit. That was my punishment, and a warning to other fighters."

"A stupid act of bravado which earned you a place on the auction block."

He looked away. She was right. It was the single greatest blunder in his life, yet in his heart he could not believe so. "A man must keep his honor, or he has nothing."

"What odious company you kept. Cheer up. With me to look after you, that is all behind you. Now, you will have a life of luxury." She sat beside him and dangled her feet in the water. Though most of his body was hidden by suds, he was aware that her gaze was fixed on his lower regions with a hungry gleam in her eye. She leaned toward him and trailed a fingernail from the base of his neck to his shoulder, then across his chest. "I have great expectations."

He guessed she was referring to fucking the girl in front of her guests. "She is scared."

"Of course. I'd be a little apprehensive too, if I was forced to spread my legs to take your monster between my cunt lips."

No matter how often he witnessed it, the coarseness of rich women surprised him. The richer they were, the more vulgar they became.

She reached below the water and caressed his organ. She gave a long, deep sigh. "I, on the other hand, will not be forced. I intend to enjoy you at some stage, have no doubt of that."

He looked forward to that as well, in a perverse sort of way, but the girl still troubled him. "I don't want to hurt her."

The mistress didn't respond. She was clearly lost in her own thoughts. Her breath was hot and ragged against his cheek. Maximus could not help but stare at the swell of her breasts and the flesh of her inner thigh exposed by the slit in her gown. She noted his consideration. "It is all I can do to not get in the bath with you and have this monster of yours inside my tiny little cunt."

She sighed. "My husband takes any servant girl he wants, often right in front of me. He makes me watch, and sometimes..."

Her voice trailed away, and Maximus thought it politic to say nothing.

"I've often longed to have someone of my own. My own special man, as it were. However, unlike my husband I do not take my servants. None have ever attracted me. I am, I suppose, old-fashioned at heart. But you, Maximus, having you so near I fear my adherence to traditional morals will quickly fade."

Maximus felt his cock expand as her exploration of his flesh became more determined. Her fingers found his nipples.

"I purchased you to be a stud. I intend that you will create a gene line of beautiful people to sell as bonded bed servants. That is my goal. So, in time, Maximus, you will be fucking hundreds of women every year. What do you think of that?"

"I'm very fortunate," he replied truthfully.

She laughed. "An understatement, I'd say."

He gazed at her, noticing her cheeks had reddened. She licked her bottom lip, and he saw naked desire in her eyes. "Since I purchased your contract my mind has been captured by visions. Can you guess what they can be?"

Maximus could, but shook his head in response.

"I simply can't help but imagine your cock parting my cunt lips." She slipped the diaphanous gown off her shoulders and stepped into the bath. She faced him and draped her arms around his neck. "Kiss me," she commanded.