“I beat you once, traitor, and I’ll do it again if I have too. But first listen up. This woman has enslaved you, you don’t have to obey, you can be free!”
The officer lowered her hand covertly towards the activation box for the implants as it lay on the back of her belt. If the slave turned on her, she would restore her obedience with the electrical castigation or cripple her with it. Her fears as to Kirsten’s fealty were groundless, her slave was indoctrinated to a degree beyond love or lust.
Without breaking eye contact Kirsten closed in, her mind detached, her body flowing on automatic. A truculent swing rose up at Steven, surprising him with the severity of her assault, so much swifter and more potent than before. Her claws trailed thick arcs of blood and rose into the air as he sidestepped and span, casting his own talons at her chest.
Kirsten’s elevated forearm jerked down and met the claws, their edges screeching across the metal armor before a savage kick snapped up to Steven’s chin, forcing him to throw himself recklessly aside, his balance ailing.
Panting, Kirsten arose and yanked her weapons free of the demolished torso before lowering at the feet of her Mistress, pools of sundered gore running from her in thick, congealing trickles as beads of sweat adorned her brow like translucent pearls.
“Good slave,” purred Jessica, patting her Hound with genuine fondness as she nuzzled into her side, her eyes closed with adoration as she savored the proximity of the one who owned her.
Jessica noticed that the many-armed female rebel still lived and could well prove yet another useful addition to her harem of trained pets, especially with the war brewing. In the meantime she could reward her pet, indulge herself with the sensual pleasures of her most favored of possessions. She had done exceptionally well and Jessica was overjoyed to see that she was okay, more so for the fact that she had declined actual freedom to return and save the one who had trained her to obey.
“And I love you to, my sweet slave,” smiled Jessica.
About the Author
Born and raised in London, Bruce was a Royal Marine Cadet, has worked in demolition, rainforest preservation and for the Ministry of Defense, Harvey Nichols and Selfridges, but writing was always his one true passion. He encountered a wonderful Californian and after marrying, they moved to San Francisco in ‘98 where he worked and played in the S&M community before relocating to Seattle a few years later. He has written many books and illustrated a number for other poublishers. Several works are under development into graphic novels and computer animated series/films.