Magda woke up, sore from the previous night, her head troubling her. She could feel the soft satin of the sheets on her bare white skin, on her belly, her nipples. The gentle sun of the Rodgerian tropic was streaming into the room from the huge wall-like window at her back.
The man who owned her, Valèry Golbath, was urinating some feet from her, in the bathroom, his back to her, wearing black satin boxers which were now around his ankles. At 112 years, he still looked like a 40 year old, attractive she had to admit, but nothing special.
Her? She was just 28, and looked like it.
She wore a steel collar around her neck, narrow and oddly elegant, which was attached to a thin chain with narrow, rectangular links. This chain kept her fixed to the headboard, something she knew wasn't necessary, but which Golbath liked to do nonetheless, to humiliate and degrade her.
-Oh fuck yes - he said as he peed, releasing that accumulated through the night, a quirk of his.
There was a bell-like sound in the room, and then the communicator let out a female voice:
-Master, your breakfast is ready. May I come in?
Golbath walked towards the bed, naked.
-Not yet. I want to fuck first.
He threw the cover off of Magda, staring down at her, her slim figure, nice rounded breasts with pink nipples crowning them, dark hair, brown eyes. He was already erect from having woken up and was now crawling on top of her.
He kissed her mouth forcefully, possessively, sliding his tongue between her teeth, while his right hand grabbed her upper arm roughly.
With his left hand he grabbed her thigh, spreading her legs as he penetrated her.
Magda, let out a tiny moan as he slid inside her, powerless to resist being violated by her owner. She simply let him handle her, trying to respond to his attentions so as to not anger him. She moved her lips and pelvis to his rhythm, dreading all of it.
-Yeah whore take me...
Yet, she couldn't help but feel her body reacting to the rape, as pleasure tingled under her skin, a warm sensation.
-Say my name. Say it!
-Valèry... oh! V-Valèry - she managed to moan, breathing heavily now.
Golbath began kissing her jaw, her neck, while thrusting with climbing vigor. She could feel his member filling her, rubbing against the sensitive folds between her labia. He bit her lower lip, drawing a bit of blood from it as he grunted and came inside her.
-Fuck... fuck... - he murmured and collapsed over her.
Her mounting pleasure soon turned into a burning ache between her legs, in her head, as her orgasm never had a chance to surge. She was breathing through her nose, making little puffing sounds. Golbath got up, leaving her there, unsatisfied, sperm inside her, her nipples erect and swollen, the promise of climax unfulfilled.
-Come in - he said, and the mahogany door opened with a buzz.
Tania, the slave maid, entered the room, carrying a gold tray. She was barely 19 years old, a pretty brunette with brown skin and big almond eyes. She wore a brief black maid dress, reaching to her mid thigh, with white lacy edges. Her legs were covered in black stockings, and she wore matching black pumps.
Her hands had white lacy gloves, and a white headdress adorned her pretty hair. She had a steel collar around her slender neck. Her maid dress had a deep, v-shaped neckline, highlighting her smallish breasts. She would be wearing no underwear of course.
She took the tray outside, to the balcony. The balcony surrounded the 8 room penthouse on all sides, and sported a multitude of dining tables, four pools, two orgy-sized hot tubs, a tennis court and a bar.
Tania placed the gold tray on one of the square, stylized tables, made of dark hagsac wood, from the planet's rainforests.
It was the one closer to the bar, a round construction of hagsac, with booths around it, and a central cylinder storage.
