Slave World by Johnny Stone Page A

a breath.
    “Oh man, you have no idea what I can do to her with this thing. It’s better than making her docile, by a long shot.”
    Glasses stepped closer, towering over me. I knew this kind of vermin, and what the inevitable outcome of my captivity was going to be now. The degenerate mist in his eyes was a dead giveaway. What gave the whole situation a frighteningly surreal feel was that I couldn’t stop myself from spreading my legs while I anxiously eyed his crotch waiting for it. What the hell’s wrong with me?
    “What have you done to me? Please, let me go. I have money, an unregistered cred-stick; there’s 200,000 universal credits on it, take it, it’s yours. Take my ship even, just let me go.” Glasses laughed in my face.
    “Bitch, we already have your money and your ship. You have nothing to deal with.” Damn, I’d left the cred-stick lying out next to my holster by the bed. “As for what I did to you, just a bit of readjustment on that sweet little control processor in your head, making you nice and friendly is all.” I felt like I was going to puke. This had to be a nightmare. I need to wake up, wake up!
    “That’s impossible, you couldn’t have, its tamper proof.”
    “Not if you happen to be one of the original members on the design team, it’s not.” He began fiddling with the computer pad.
    I drew back shivering, followed by a throaty moan, as the precursor to an orgasm ripped through my body like a shockwave of physical lust. I’d never felt such a raw and untamed pleasure before. I nervously licked my lips, continuing to eye the bulge of Glass’ stasis suit. Oh my god, I want him. I wanted him so bad I could taste it.
    “See something you want, bitch?”
    “Yes,” I stammered.
    “And what’s that?”
    I chewed my lip, heart pounding as the heat within me continued to spread out of control. “You, I want you. I want you to fuck me.”
    “Well what do you think?” He turned to Deep Voice with a broad grin. “Cool, huh?”
    “Nice, very nice. She could be faking it though; maybe she’s just scared. We have to be sure.”
    “C’mon man, give me a fucking break! All right, watch this.”
    Electric arousal crashed through my brain, drowning me in pure, unimaginable ecstasy. I came, hard. Glasses leered down at me with an excited gleam in his eye, while I writhed at his feet. “You liked that, huh? You want some more?”
    “Yes.” My head jerked excitedly. I rolled over on my back, spreading my legs. “I want you so bad, please! Do anything you want, I don’t care, both of you can.” I spread myself wider; I was dripping and they could see it. “Please, I need it! Fuck my ass, I like it in the ass,” I pleaded desperately. “I can take both of you at once.” Oh my God…
    “Shit, Dobbs, you weren’t kidding, were you?” Quin gasped in astonishment.
    “Told you man, and get this. That wasn’t even close to being the highest setting. Want to see her really hit the roof?”
    “No, that’s enough. I’m almost tempted to keep her. You’re right though; she’s going to make us a shit load of cash after a show like that.”
    The wonderful sensation of pleasure left me like a fading wisp of smoke and my senses returned in full force. I looked between the two men horror stricken, scrambling away, coming to my feet. Somehow, Dobbs had managed to do just as he said, and hacked into the control processor in my brain creating a link between it and a hand-held remote. It was the only explanation. This was worse than any nightmare imaginable, because it was actually happening, and unfortunately the processor was the one thing I needed to keep all the cybernetic systems in my body working in tandem. There was no way of shutting it off, or taking it out, even if I could.
    I looked between Dobbs and the pocket controller feeling low and meek before a power I couldn’t explain. I wanted to curl up beside him to abase myself, worshiping him while offering my body for his