"Well, pet, have you learned your lesson?" Shing Nenmi asked, entering the breeding chamber.
It had been an entire standard year since Dorian had been sold into her services.
He had impregnated thousands of women, usually over ten a day. They all had various reasons for paying to be bred by him. Some were intrigued by the thought of their child possessing his unique DNA, some couldn't conceive with their partner, and some liked to keep their reasons to themselves. They came from all over the galaxy, from the extremely rich, down to women who scraped together enough credits for the opportunity to be inseminated.
Women who were in a relationship were the most common. Many of them visited Shing's fortress without their partner's knowledge, bringing home a baby in their bellies to trick their spouses. Others came with the permission of their significant others, with the purpose of conceiving a child that they were unable to together. The more rare cases that Dorian had experienced were when their partners chose to stay in the room to watch, which happened more often than he expected.
Every woman had their own preference for how the conception would occur. While they all took place in the breeding chamber of the fortress, they were given the option to choose any position they desired. Most preferred to keep him bound, though sometimes far more heavily than others, while some woman enjoyed having him dominate them.
It didn't take long for Dorian to plan his escape. While being able to knock up countless girls constantly filled Dorian with intense lust, he had responsibilities outside of Shing's fortress. Esi, Mira, Callie, Bermil, Aya, and his many children inside of The Collector's Tower would all be wondering what happened to him. Not only that, but he was unable to continue looking for his father's data chips while he was a slave. He had to escape.
Unfortunately, all of his attempts to leave the fortress had failed. His first thought was to simply phase through the walls, though he lost consciousness each time he tried, just as he had when he entered the indestructible cube. The guards always found and returned his body to his cell before he awoke.
His next plans were to use his power to heat the lock on the cell door until it broke, though he quickly discovered that he couldn't produce the amount of heat necessary. Alternatively, cooling the lock only produced the same result. He simply wasn't powerful enough.
He was punished harshly each time he tried to escape, which he was currently experiencing after his latest attempt.
"You should realize by now that it's impossible to get away. You'll always be my property." Shing said, listening to Dorian's muffled moans.
He was laying on his stomach on a padded table, his torso wrapped in a latex material that restrained his arms behind his back. The same material kept his legs wrapped together, while several straps kept his body tightly bound to the table. He had a black ball gag in his mouth, preventing him from begging to be freed. A hole allowed his cock to poke out under the table, fully erect and primed for milking. Shing's slave Yasma laid under the table, slowly stroking and teasing his erection, keeping him on the brink of cumming but not allowing him to.
Yasma had rarely talked to Dorian during the last year. The exotic brown slave followed her mistress's orders exactly, while remaining cold and distant towards him.
"How long has it been?" Shing asked.
"Five hours, mistress." Yasma replied, her voice lacking emotion.
"And have you allowed him to orgasm?"
"No, mistress, as you commanded."
"Very good." Shing said, grinning at her two slaves. "You may stop for a moment."
Yasma obeyed, removing her hands from his cock. He groaned, feeling his cock twitch violently as it practically begged to be touched more. He needed to cum, badly.
Shing approached, stopping at the table and kneeling so she could look into his eyes. He glared at her, his drool leaking around the gag. "Do we have to keep going through this? You'll keep being punished each time you try to escape. I'm sure your cock is aching to cum...or should I say my cock, since I own it?"
Dorian struggled in his restraints, a mix of sexual frustration and anger rushing through him at her words.
"I thought so. Now, are you going to obey, pet? Or should I leave you here overnight?" Shing asked smugly.
Dorian hurilly nodded. He hated her, but the thought of prolonging his denial filled him with panic.
"Good, because I have something a little different for you today." Shing started to explain, showing him the container in her hand. "My business partners have found that there is a large market for women who want to receive a sperm sample, rather than having you fill their wombs directly. Though don't worry, pet, your schedule of fucking girls will go uninterrupted. The only difference is you'll be periodically milked."
His erection dripped precum, leaking onto Yasma's toned belly.
Shing chuckled to herself. "Is your cock excited by that? Good, because your first milking will begin right now." She said, placing the container on her gorgeous slave's abs, directly under his penis. "Begin, though don't allow him to finish until I command."
Yasma nodded without emotion, wrapping her soft hands back around his girth, before resuming to stroke him.
His balls clenched, feeling the stimulation continue.
"Do you like that, pet? Does it feel good?" Shing taunted, whispering in his ear.
Dorian shuttered, feeling Yasma's touch. She had been expertly trained to edge men, being able to keep them right at the brink of orgasm for as long as she needed to. Dorian knew her skills intimately, as she was always the one to carry out his punishments. His cock had been tormented by her touch several times over the past year.
"How much do you want to cum?" Shing asked, delighting in his denied frustration. "Think about all of the women that will use this pent up sperm to make their babies."
Her words made him moan, squirming in his tight bindings.
"You're my little sperm factory. Are you ready to spill your fertile seed?" She asked.
Dorian had long since reached his limit. Every second that dragged by felt like an eternity of pent up lust. He needed to cum, now.
"Yasma, he may finish in three...two..." she let the countdown drag on, enjoying his frustration. "Now!"
Yasma immediately sped up her strokes, jerking him off hard and fast. Already at the brink, it took a mere moment before his entire body seized up, sperm spurting out of his throbbing cock and into the container.
Pleasure exploded throughout his cock, making him groan deeply into his gag. He tried to buck his hips in ecstasy, though his restraints held him firmly to the table. All he was able to do was cum.
Yasma's expert hands continued moving, milking out every last drop of sperm. The small container slowly filled with his built up spunk.
Finally, his orgasm faded, and he relaxed his bound body. A wave of satisfaction washed over him.
After squeezing out the last few drops, Yasma sealed the container and handed it over to Shing.
Shing eyed it greedily. "Good boy! This is going to sell for quite a bit of credits. Now, Yasma, untie him and return him to his cell."
***
Several hours later, he heard the metal door squeak open, allowing Yasma to step inside.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, Dorian looked up at her, glaring. "The hell do you want? Did your master command you to bring me to her like some kind of animal?"
"No. I came on my own, actually." She replied, walking to sit down beside him. Still wearing her very revealing dancer's outfit, the sight of the exotic slave caused his cock to twitch in it's chastity cage. "And she's our master, or at least for now."
"What are you talking about?" He asked suspiciously.
"I know you still want to escape. After all, I'm the one who has to punish you each time you try. I'm guessing that last edging session didn't break your resolve, right?" She said, her expression serious, rather than smug or taunting.
Regardless, he felt his anger rise. "So, what? I'm supposed to trust you now? After all the times you tormented me?"
"I didn't have a choice!" She exclaimed, startling him slightly as it was the first time she had shown any emotion in front of him. "She commanded me to punish you, so I did!"
"You could have shown mercy when she wasn't in the room!"
Yasma rolled her eyes. "Oh? How? By letting you cum when she wasn't looking? Stupid boy...I've been here a lot longer than you. Do you know what would have happened if she found out? Trust me, there are far worse punishments than being denied an orgasm for a few hours."
"Boy?" He repeated, standing up and facing her. "You think I'll let you sit there and insult me just because you've been here longer? I've been all over the galaxy, and witnessed individuals substantially more unfortunate than you. There are far worse lives than being a pleasure slave." He said, echoing her own words. "So excuse me if I don't feel sorry for you."
She chuckled without humor. "Oh? Like you? Wow, it must be torture getting to fuck countless beautiful women."
Dorian sighed and rubbed his temples in an annoyed expression. "That wasn't what I meant. If you came here to fight, then fine, but I have a lot of people counting on me to get out of here. I don't even know if my children think I'm alive anymore."
Yasma's expression softened slightly. "It's only been a year Dorian. I'm sure they're still looking for you."
"They won't find me though, not here. The only way I'm getting out is by escaping. I can't sit here and wait to be rescued." He replied, calming himself.
"Then you understand why I came to talk to you. No one is out there searching for me. If we truly want to escape, we need to work together." She explained.
He looked at her sceptically. "Why come to me now then? Why not a year ago when I first arrived?"
Yasma sighed, looking down at the worn floor of Dorian's cell. "Well, because you're not the first slave I considered trusting. Before you arrived, Shing had many breeding studs and pleasure slaves. About a year after I was sold to her, a new stud also came into her service. The stupid boy talked about escape constantly, asking the females to help him. Female pleasure slaves always had the most freedom, as Shing trusted us far more than the male studs. We were her lovers, which gave us access to areas of the fortress that were strictly forbidden to the men. Many of us actually considered accepting the new stud's offer to help him. What we didn't know, however, was that shortly after he arrived, Shing broke him. He accepted his new life of being a breeding tool, with his loyalty strictly to his mistress. His talk of escape was all a trap, meant to lure in the disloyal slaves. Every female that joined him was bound, sexually tortured, and sold off, though only after having their clits removed." She said somberly.
Dorian almost didn't know how to respond, only moving to sit back down beside her. He put his arm around her exotic brown shoulders, hoping to comfort her.
"I was the only one who Shing didn't sell, which turned out to be a curse. She tortured me every day for months, never allowing me to cum. The torture made me obedient, which she mistakes for loyalty. That mistake will be her undoing." She finished explaining, vengeful rage bubbling just under the surface.
