Chapter 39, Ross Gets a Reward
After Rachel left his room, Ross lay back on the small bed. He was exhausted but the intense milking had left him wide-awake. His body was tired but his mind was fully awake. He cautiously examined himself and found that he was somewhat enlarged, the fluids still in his genitals where they had been forced by the suction. The feeling was slowly coming back into his balls. His cock was another story. Satisfied that nothing was damaged, he lay back against the wall and began to wonder if this would ever end. He fearfully imagined that the rest of his life would be spent being milked or sexually used over and over and over. A lot of it was fun, but definitely not at the pace that he was being scheduled. And then there was the argument with the doctor. Rachel was right and he knew it. There would be no winning with the doctor.
It had been nearly 6 months since Ginger was given to Michael as a reward. Since then, Ginger had become a regular reward whenever her schedule allowed it. Ginger was in more demand now than she had ever been. Her schedule was filled with high paying women that wanted to spend time with her. She had a long list of regulars that had her booked for months in advance, the only way to assure their pleasurable times with the ultimate sexual goddess. It had reached a point where Ginger was rarely scheduled with anyone new. When she wasn't scheduled for a date, she was given over to select males as a reward. This wasn't often, but could be done since the female slaves and the male slaves were housed close together. A date was one thing, but most of Ginger's time as a reward didn't take that long. She didn't have to spend the entire night with a male slave, the male was spent within a short time of Ginger's arrival.
Early in the evening Ginger received word that she was to spend the night with a new male slave, named Ross. She didn't care what his name was, they were all the same to her. It struck her as odd, since she was being told that it was an entire night, instead of the usual hour or less. She was given an hour to get ready. It was nothing new to her. She immediately got cleaned up and did her make up and hair. For a 'reward' date, she would clean up in her own room. For one of her high paying dates, she would be escorted to the prep area where the all of the make up, gowns, and costumes were kept. She then picked out one of her loincloths for the 'occasion'. It didn't matter which one she picked, none of them covered her, and they all ended up on the floor within a short time, anyway. She was ready within the customary hour.
Ginger had come a long way since Michael. Almost immediately after the first time with him, the doctor pulled Ginger into her office to talk to her. Ginger's reward status for males would surely lead into sexual intercourse, sooner or later. Ginger had kept the males at bay with hand jobs and oral sex. None of them were complaining, but it was only a matter of time before they got around to penetrating her. Ginger was so good at arousal and manipulation, she had not realized what value her pussy held. Women were one thing, but men would want to stick it in her.
Based on what the doctor saw in Michael's room that day, the doctor knew that Ginger would be an unbelievable treat for the males. Ginger didn't have to hear the doctor's advice about males, she already knew very well about males. The doctor's concern was not about males being rough or aggressive with Ginger. Ginger had learned to take care of herself. The doctor was worried that her most in-demand sex slave might become pregnant. A pregnant Ginger would not be making the doctor any money. Ginger was more than aware of the possibility, and was horrified by the aspect of becoming pregnant by a slave. The doctor had supplied her with an outrageous amount of rubbers along with the usual birth control measures. Ginger didn't go near the men's quarters without a rubber tucked neatly inside of her loincloth top. With her loincloths, there was nowhere to put a rubber in the bottoms. She would usually carry half dozen rubbers, anytime she went into a male's room. That number had become a joke, since no other female sex slave could go 6 times in one session.
Ross was sound asleep when something woke him. He was still on the bed, propped up against the wall. He was tired enough that he had not moved since he lay back on the bed. Opening his eyes in the darkened room, he could tell that evening had come while he was asleep. The room was semi-dark with none of the lights on. He jumped as his eyes made out the figure of someone standing near the door, in the dark. Seeing that Ross was awake, the figure moved closer to him.
"Who are you?" Ross questioned the figure in the semi dark room. He had gotten somewhat use to being locked away in his room, not being bothered till the next morning. That was normally when security would come to take him to a training session or some type of activity. He hadn't been there that long, but he was somewhat use to their schedules. Making out the female form in the dark, he could see that she was definitely not dressed like security. Wearing the customary loincloth meant that she was a sex slave. He couldn't see her face that well, but her body was astounding, even in the dark. He also noticed that the loincloth didn't even begin to cover her shapely figure.
"Hello Ross, I'm here as your reward," she said in a low and soft voice. She was barefooted and quietly stepped out of the shadows moving closer to him. Ginger had learned to be very cautious around males until she knew them better. She didn't know Ross at all. "I'm here because the doctor says that you deserve something special," she said, watching his eyes. He was still lying back against the wall, watching her closely. Her smile was purely sexual. She stepped into the dim light coming from the bathroom.
"Amazing… I must have done something right," Ross said with a slight laugh. He could now see her entire body. To Ross, she was absolutely gorgeous. As others, he couldn't decide if it was her face, her hair, her breasts, or just the shape of her body, but she was truly beautiful.
"Amazing? I've never heard that before," she said sincerely. She moved closer to him, kneeling on the floor in front of him. She was still closely watching his eyes. To her, he looked very tired. For a moment she thought that he might even look depressed or sad. She wasn't sure. Ginger had learned a long time ago, that a person's eyes were the paths to their soul. If you could read their eyes, you could read them like a book. It had saved her on many occasions. This man's eyes looked different from the other male slaves that she had been with. They were soft and tender, very expressive. Almost all of the males that she had been with so far had wide-open eyes, usually staring at her breasts. She also noticed that Ross kept his eyes locked onto her eyes. He wasn't ogling her like so many other males did.
"Yes, amazing. You are truly gorgeous. I'm not just being nice, you really are beautiful," he said slumping back onto the bed.
"I'm glad you like me. I'm here for your pleasure. Whatever you'd like, I'm here to take care of it," she said, reaching back and slowly undoing the ties of her loincloth top. Before Ross could object, her top fell to the floor, her dark tan breasts spilling out. Ross was amazed. She definitely was one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen. He was even more amazed that she was a sex slave. She was more beautiful than any of the trainers, security officers, or anyone that he had ever met during his time at the facility.
"I don't think I can give you much pleasure tonight," Ross said with a laugh. Ginger immediately leaned back, looking at him closely. It was her turn to be shocked. He thought that he was to give her pleasure, not the other way around. This was definitely something different for her. And something else that was different was that he had not made any move toward her. Normally, she was use to the male already slobbering on her breasts, a finger or two pushed roughly into her, or just humping away on her without ever speaking a word to her. Ginger had grown accustomed to conversations being a series of grunts and moans, with a lot of panting.
"No, you have it backwards," she said somewhat surprised. "I'm here to pleasure you," she said as she scooted in closer to him. She was now close enough to him that she put her hand on the inside of his thigh, slowly moving it upward. "You don't have to do anything, but lay back and enjoy yourself," she said in her most erotic voice. She smiled at him as her hand moved higher up his inner thigh.
