Chapter 10 - Free Time III
The Hotel Yorotani - Room 107 (One Day Before the Hunt)
Jacinda stood in front of the bathroom mirror in the relative stillness of the early morning. She was drenched in sweat, her legs wobbled uncertainly underneath her. She was breathing heavily while grasping both sides of the free standing sink, her gaze a thousand yard stare somewhere far beyond the plughole. She dared a glance at the mirror in front of her.
Her tight braid had stray hairs at every angle, and the hair on the top of her head was plastered down, soaked with the familiar mixture of sweat, spit, and cum. The blue-purple makeup around her tired eyes now ran in rivulets past her chin, and her lipstick was more a suggestion as one or two slaps from a slavecop seemed to have had the combined effect of smearing some of it across her cheeks, and removing the rest..
Had it been worth it, she thought? She'd expected something a lot lighter but her dear husband had made sure she received the works whether she wanted it or not. She was broken, inside and out. Her muscles ached deeply, ready to cramp or collapse at any second. She took a deep breath, thankful that at least they hadn't left the pacifier in her for more than a couple of hours. The lack of oxygen had left her seeing stars and eventually left her retching with every gargling breath..
She looked herself in the eyes, those damned unnatural red eyes. Her husband had chosen them for her as a wedding present to himself. Technically she'd had a choice. She could have told him she wasn't having their colour changed, after all she'd won her freedom, she could walk away from him. Then what...enter the hunt again? A third time seemed to be pushing her luck. These eyes were a reminder. A reminder he owned her as sure as he'd wrapped a slaveband around her neck himself, it's just that the outside world hadn't caught up to that fact yet. That was the catch with marriage, she thought. None of the freedom fees of single life, none of the taxes that might make a master dispose of a slave, but the knowledge that on the day they wed her Closest Male Relative in the Registry would change to her husband, and from then on he would have the power to revoke her freedom at any time.
She knew he wouldn't, for now at least, but more than once she'd found herself unable to sleep through the night hearing him next to her, breathing free and easy as he would all his life. It was only a single glance to the kneeling piece of pussy by the bed to remind her of the short distance between mistress and fuckmeat. By choice then she kept him happy, kept him horny, and most of the time she felt good doing it. Unlike most freewomen she wasn't struggling in a job, and more often than not he made her feel good, made her feel alive, so if he wanted to take the odd day out to fuck her senseless then so be it.
Most of the time, though she belittled, and controlled other women to serve him, she debased herself, she was more than acquainted with public displays like earlier the previous day. Naked, spread eagled, surrounded by men with a slave buried up to her nose between her thighs. That was just the beginning to the average dinner party in her social circles. It hadn't escaped her attention, though, that amongst the pretty dresses and fabulous jewellery more and more of the women who would have been her peers there was now the omnipresent slaveband. No longer were they the wives to the rich and powerful men of Pussiana, they were slave-wives. Simpler creatures who existed to do little more than fuck their husband's cares away whenever they needed.
She thought back to the last dinner party they'd had, and the slave-wife some bigwig slave trader has insisted on ramming between her thighs. The man was twice her age, but his slave-wife was barely out of high school. She recognised something in the woman, a fire of defiance, an anger. It was strange to see in the eyes of a woman wearing a slaveband, but whatever that was worth her tongue was worth a thousand times more as it caressed her clit, and gently traced her labia. Subconsciously Jacinda's hand moved between her legs and began to gently massage her clit.
"I didn't think you'd be ready to go again so soon, darling."
Jacinda squeaked in surprise, her hand jumping from her clit to clutching the edge of the sink once more. She hadn't even heard him open the bathroom door, and even then she'd been so distracted his reflection hadn't even registered as he moved across the mirror. She looked at him in the mirror, stood behind her, watching her. "It wouldn't matter even if I was. You saw what they did, every time I get even halfway close that Sensitex stuff kicks in and leaves me with nothing." she said, deliberately leaving out that part about how desperate to cum she was getting. The slavecops hadn't been lying. The girlheaters packed inside those injections had set her synapses on fire, if it hadn't been for the fact she knew nothing would happen she'd have all but begged him to fuck her here and now. That was the girlheaters talking, though, she herself could barely stand and think.
"You know darling," he said, "I think I realised something tonight that you don't really understand about our relationship. Frankly it's kept me highly amused all evening."
"I'm glad someone was amused by all that." she replied. In her head she could still feel the moment where, completely bound, and immobilised, the former slavecops had rested their Koksticks against the entrance to her pussy and ass. She'd wept, half in pain, half in fear as the two foot long coated metal shafts had slowly begun to enter her. They were tools of control, given to slavecops and they resembled a cross between a Tonfa, and a long black dildo. The specific models used on her had one small addition. A metal piercing near the tip that allowed for a variable strength electroshock. She'd wanted to pass out, prayed to pass out. She had remained fully aware as both were slowly, and fully inserted, then used on her with the rapidity and power of a high grade fuck machine. Slavecops knew how to really hurt a woman. They had to. They were trained to. Free women like herself may have lived in fear of the BFA and its control over them, but so many more were terrified of the SEFR and its agents. The men of the SEFR would rape a woman, beat her, degrade her, she thought, but the Slave-Agents were so much worse.
She exited her moment of thought to find him chuckling. "We've been married for a year now. You've made me happy in a multitude of ways but I think now is as good a time as any to explain what you don't understand."
He moved behind her, his semi-erect cock pressing into the base of her spine, one hand curling around under her breasts, the other gently grabbing her ponytail and slowly pulling her neck back so he could cover her neck in small sensuous kisses.
She moaned gently. The fading chemicals made his touch feel like something electric tracing across her skin. The way he held her more tender than normal. She liked it. She wanted it. Even if she couldn't cum she suddenly lusted for him all over again.
"Silkytits!" he shouted, and the slave entered, her eyes bleary, her face still crusted with cum. "Run me a basin of cold water." The slave walked over to the second sink and began to fill it with water. He began to whisper in Jacinda's ear, "You see, what you get wrong is why you're here. Yes, you submit, you entertain me, gods your pussy is a delight, and the women you choose for me are always delightful. But that's not why I keep you, now watch..."
He turned his attention back to Silkytits. "Cunt, I want you to put your face into that basin, nose and mouth. You may not remove yourself, I must pull you out. The whole time I want you to pussy slap yourself as hard as possible."
Jacinda saw the fear on the girl's face. She looked so young, suddenly so full of innocence despite what Dickie had subjected her to. Surely she would say no, he was going to have her drown herself in pain. Then the fear was gone, and she robotically looked down into the basin, took a breath, and plunged her face into it. Soon the sound of rhythmic slapping was the only other sound Jacinda could hear.
