Chapter 22 - Epilogue
Private Flight to Yorotani Island
Saffi's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as the stewardess caressed her labia gently with her tongue. She strained to look down at the gorgeous blonde in her red and black uniform as the gentle swirl of the tongue ended with a deep penetrative roll. Saffi jolted against the restraints on her seat and gasped.
She remembered her last time on this plane, being shipped as freight in the hold, a bundle of nerves over what was about to happen. This time she was in the much more fortunate position of being in the upper guest compartments, though no less restrained for it. If anything last time she'd had a little more freedom to move. She felt herself eding ever closer to climax, pursing her lips she leaned forward but the stewardess slowed down the pace, and switched to gentle caresses with the tip of her tongue. Saffi let out something that would have been a feral growl as she pulled against the restraints had the natural pitch of her voice not turned it into something almost comical.
She looked at Tim in the opposite seat, heart pumping, pussy throbbing; he watched her from time to time as he turned the pages of the book he was idly skimming, almost with disinterest. Beforehand she thought she might get some sleep on the flight as it came in from the mainland, but that had all changed when two of the stewardesses had politely but firmly put her in their cabin's restraint chair. Now all she could do as she was sat here being denied orgasm after orgasm was watch the steadily growing erection he was barely hiding.
The whole flight so far had been one endless assault on her pussy, almost but never quite enough to make her cum. Sometimes it was outright denial while she cooled off, sometimes the woman involved would slow down just enough to have her rolling her eyes and almost screaming, and once or twice she'd even been denied by electric shocks that would have seen her hit the ceiling in any other venue. This whole deal had been a recurring theme of the last year. Tim would drive her to the point where she would beg in tears, scream his name, praise his cock, she'd do anything in the hope he'd finally let her cum. He claimed it was all part of a process he was working on to aid in the retraining of high value assets from outside Pussiana so that they learned to want to serve cock on a consistent basis. Saffi could swear she was taking chunks out of the armrests of her seat as the stewardess gently used the tip of her tongue to circle but never quite touch her clit. Her brain danced with the dream of breaking her restraints, and hooking her legs around the girl's head. She'd clamp her calves and thighs so tight it would force the girl's nose into the soft flesh of her pubic mound so she'd have no choice but to finish Saffi off.
Sometimes it helped if she distracted herself in these moments, and she thought back on the last year. Since the meeting by the pool she and Tim had barely been apart. He'd made sure she stayed bound all the way from the pool and back to his suite, the thick edges of his expensive leather belt digging into her neck the whole way. She'd have been lying had she said she didn't like it just a little. Letting him lead the way meant she didn't have to think about where her next step was, just that it was towards him with Slaptwat happily bitchwalking at her heels.
That had been a funny thing, through it all Slaptwat had been there curled up at her feet, or kneeling next to her. She was more like a little lost puppy than Saffi had seen from any of the slaves she'd met. It was almost as if Tim had gifted her Slaptwat while he concentrated on the rest of his harem; his very extensive harem. She'd been surprised when she'd reached her new home just how many slaves could fit in one household, including the two new ones he'd added from the hunt. He told her their names didn't matter, nor would they ever again. She couldn't even remember what they looked like now. They'd been hooded on arrival at his house and added to a pool of women who all shared the name "Fuckslit", each addressable by a number tag that hung off their collar that was removed and randomly assigned each day. Only a very few slaves were allowed names or even faces in his harem. A gentle kiss on her clit made Saffi arch as much as she could in the seat while restrained at the waist. Her hands desperately tried to grab the stewardess, and pull the woman down, deeper into her pussy even as she pulled back. Saffi stared at the woman, breathing heavily and almost howled in frustration. She knew better than to voice anything, that was the route to added minutes or hours without orgasm, and she was already starting to doubt her sanity.
Those first few weeks with Tim, even if she was an employee and not a slave, had been hard on her. She had her own small room in the house, and was required to be up, presentable, and ready to suck cock every morning for Tim's entire ride to work, timing Tim's orgasm to their arrival. Fail to make him cum, or delay his entrance to work and she went from her normal free use status, but accompanying Tim, to being sent out into the office at large as a communal slut, or worse QuikRape demo model for the day, even the office slaves looked at her with pity as she took the pounding of a lifetime on those days. As for the rest of the time he made her remember how many customers of his she'd pleasured as the pair talked. She had to know each and every one, their tastes, and preferences locked away in her mind. One or two of his business associates she could recognise by cock alone, and one or two the unique taste of their jizz. The Girlmart rep had been pleasant enough until he'd looked her up on the registry and seen what her reserve price was. The Yametese Ambassador had been challenging, he'd required her to match his own personal cocksucker in speed and style for the whole meeting before nearly blasting her head off with a jet of cum that suggested she'd done her job as well as he expected. She and the cocksucker had been tied together for an intensely intimate and intricate beating afterwards too; she still winced at what the ambassador had termed "wasps" and how the sharp metallic pins had felt piercing her skin with such precision and care she'd wept for hours in the ropes, and still didn't know if it was pleasure or pain.
Then there were the foreign trips; breaking new markets required a lot of schmoozing and bribery. Every time Tim had arranged for someone to find her an even more incredibly expensive dress that ended up as a cum-stained wreck after less than an evening's wear. On the other hand people seemed to forget she was there sometimes when they were balls deep in her throat, and she made sure every little secret got back to him, especially if it cost her ass to get it. She'd even managed one or two trips to pre-slavery nations to meet some of the more illicit female trading organisations. Once or twice Tim had made her taste some fresh kidnaps; she now knew that fear and panic had a way of making a woman's juices taste different, they were intoxicating and addictive. Now she knew why the women of pre-slavery nations were so prized, and so highly priced. Submission, despairing or otherwise felt one way to abuse, she now knew, but the fear, the desperation, the hope of salvation, and that final realisation and descent into personal hell. She could bathe in those feelings. How small a thing to be terrified of, though, to be kept, to serve, to be freed from the tyranny of the chaos of the outside world.
Walking the streets of those pre-Slavery nations with Tim to keep her safe was eye opening. How reserved and frustrated they were. Men who watched her who in Pussiana would have had their own favourite to fuck on the spot. Women without purpose or direction simply left to their own devices. It was a society without structure, without order, it felt lawless. At the end of it all she felt glad to be back in Pussiana.
The days when he hadn't been in the office were very different. If he wasn't in the office then, as his personal sexretary, neither was she. Instead she was able to enjoy what the mansion had to offer. Her old self would have blushed at those times. Even in those off hours she was still Tim's personal fuck toy, and he had been so very right. Not only had she become used to his constant use but slowly she learned to anticipate when and how he might need her, ensuring she was right there with him even before he knew he needed to rape her. She'd learned from his harem just how he liked to have the female form presented, and what movements he found pleasing, and when it was her time to stop moving and simply revel in him taking her just as hard as he wanted. Now there were even days where if she wasn't used she missed it a little.
Now here she was, on her way to their honeymoon, sexretary no longer. Now she was a full blown wife, ruler of the harem, responsible for each and every cunt on their property at all times. Liable for their behaviour, and their continued training. She was sad she wasn't there to imprint her will on them at the moment, but she'd left details with the kennels about how often they would be allowed to orgasm, any punishments, and their nightly beatings. To set an example she'd already doubled the nightly slap count but cut the time by making the girls pair up to deliver it to each other. Insufficiently reddened skin would result in every single cunt having to start again. At one time it would have bothered her just how hard she'd cum to the screams as Tim had taken her from behind in the middle of it all. Now it was just another day trying to make sure he had the harem he needed at all times to live the life he did.
Another move of the tongue by the stewardess launched her from her thoughts right back into the moment as her entire body tensed while her eyes nearly popped out of her skull. Tim bookmarked his page, and turned to her. Saffi was now pulling against the straps constantly, completely out of control as her urge to cum devoured her.
"Saffi?" Tim said as he watched. She calmed for a second, desperate to maintain composure as the stewardess moved to small quick laps against her clit that sent jolts of pleasure tingling up Saffi's spine. "Go get her..." Tim continued, pushing a button on his armrest.
