The room seemed empty and cold to Ani from her position kneeling beside the Athor's metal desk. Beyond the two of them nothing in this room lived, the bare plastron wall units were devoid of everything and his entire room screamed temporary. Ani opened her mouth to comment but was immediately quelled with a look from the Athor. After making sure she understood she was to remain silent he returned to the access panel on his desk, typing and frowning.
She had assumed that after he released her, the Athor would press his desire to mate, after which she could take the opportunity to explain to him his problem. However, he had told her in short clipped tones that she was to kneel beside his desk while he drew up "the agreement". Noting her surprise he chuckled adding that she wouldn't be able enjoy the attentions of his cock until she was properly collared.
The thought of a collar was alarming to the delicate elfaen, she wasn't quite she understood what it signified. None of the bond-slaves she had run across had been collared. Bond-slavery was little more then indentured servitude, a binding agreement between two parties in which one fulfilled an outlined duty or service to its completion for a boon from the served party. When the Athor mentioned slave, Ani thought it seemed a good idea as she was already bound to him anyway.
Obviously this is not what the Athor had in mind however, Ani felt the grip of fear coil in her belly when he slid open a desk drawer and pulled out a wicked looking metal collar. She watched as he pulled a cord from the access panel and hooked it into a port on the collar. The Athor smiled at whatever he saw then leaned back, looking at Ani expectantly and patting his leg. Taking that as her cue Ani stood gracefully and seated herself in his lap, perching gingerly.
"Now my little pet, as I have already notarized the document all is there is left is for you to read and sign it. After that this collar will bind you to the agreement, it will stop any action you attempt that violates my rules. In the beginning I imagine this will be hard for you, once you stop fighting the behavior I have outlined for you things will become easier. Once the bargain has been fulfilled you will automatically be released from the collar. If I violate any of the rules, you will be automatically released from the collar."
The Athor was looking at her calmly, when she daringly met his cool blue gaze he reached out, gave a hard pinch to her clit and said in a dangerously soft tone, "Eye's down little one, read the document and agree to it before we take this further."
Ani dropped her eyes and leaned forward to peruse the contract, her breathe caught in her throat at the rules outlined in front of her. This was certainly not a bond-slave contract, she knew that until she added her agreement it wouldn't list her name anywhere on the screen, but she understood what he wanted of her finally. It did list his name, Trace Arthur.
The document outlined in no uncertain terms that she and her upkeep and well-being were to be given into the hands of Trace Arthur for such a period as she defined until his safety, and that of his line was no longer in question . In return for allowing her to protect him, she was giving over... everything. It would now be in his power to decide where she went, whom she spoke to, what she wore, ate everything. Trace also would be given her permission to punish her as he saw fit and see to her continued "training".
Ani couldn't control the delicious feeling of desire that came over her while reading the agreement he had drawn up. Besides the punishment and training which she didn't really think would be necessary, it seemed straight forward enough and even allowed her the ability to see to his safety until she could get him to agree to go to a stable Humani colony. Nodding to herself and happy with her logic, Ani reached out her hand and let the scanner identify her before she could change her mind. Immediately her name filled in, in the blank spaces on the contract and the two blinking red lights on the collar turned green.
Trace smiled and picked up the metal collar which opened in his hands. Turning, he reached around behind her , Ani heard an audible click and then the heavy weight of the collar settled about her neck.
"Delightful little pet that you are, before we continue with out little session, I have a few things I would like you to clear up for me. What exactly brought you here to find me, and what happened during the fight with my guardsman why did you stop so suddenly?"
Ani had no problem explaining to him why she was here, the iron sensitivity was another matter entirely. The last time a humani had access to that particular knowledge, it had meant the almost complete demise of the entire elfaen race. She couldn't possibly share that with him. Ani opened her mouth, preparing to give him some flippant story about an old wound that still bothered her being the cause of her collapse. Instantly the collar started to get warm and uncomfortable and her neck started tingling.
Ani reached up to rub at the spot on the back of her neck that seemed to be where the heat and discomfort was originating from. Noticing her furled brows and confused demeanor Trace chuckled at her.
"Preparing to lie to me, little one? I'll punish you for that thought later, you'll find it's impossible for you to do so though. You might as well just tell me the truth"
Ani's lips remained stubbornly sealed, as she refused to share her peoples weakness with this man. The slightly uncomfortable warmth given off by the collar started steadily increasing until it felt like a noose of fire encased her slim throat. Ani began to whimper and claw at the offending device. She tried to rail at him, tell him of the pain she was feeling but the words wouldn't come.
"Ani, you have to answer my questions and you have to do it truthfully, or the collar will continue to punish you. All you have to do is behave little one and your torment will end, it will only get worse if you refuse"
She thought about standing up and crossing the room, anything to get away. Again, the pain intensified until tears streamed down her beautiful face, she couldn't even move from the lap where he had told her he wanted her to sit.
"You are doing this to yourself, and although it is delightful to watch your torture I will have the answers I seek Ani, whether you wish it or not" She tried to hold out against him but the need to stop her pain overrode everything else. The second her mind admitted that she would acquiesce to his demands the torture stopped.
She began in a broken voice, "Our people were once allies, we coexisted on this planet for centuries..."
Ani spun the tale of betrayal and war that marked the history of their to species, telling him of Athor and his help, of her families promise to save his children should the need arise. She told him of her separation from the rest of her planetary bound brethren, of the tearing of her soul the very moment he became the last of Athor's line. Finally in a tear choked voice she told him of the affect a mere alloy of iron had on her, the throbbing ache in her arm and the consequences of any elfaen coming in contact with pure iron.
When she was finished Ani sat there on Traces lap, scared and empty of all the secrets that had once cloaked and protected her.
"I see so what you're telling me is that your plan was to come here, kidnap me if necessary and carry me off to some unknown colony where you would force me to wed and produce children with some foreign woman?" His voice dangerously quiet. Ani nodded apprehensively when he put it like that it sounded well, wrong. "Ohh silly toy of mine, you will definitely pay for those plans. Let's get one thing clear right now, nothing you can do will force me to marry and impregnate any female, period. You might as well give up on that, as for the rest, besides the obvious handicap with steel weapons you seem able to take care of yourself. I feel that carting you around with me until I decide to leave shouldn't be a hindrance"
About halfway through his statement Trace had allowed his hand to roam freely over Ani's soft skin, pinching a nipple here, tugging on an errant lock of hair, sliding a long finger into her moist pussy. By the time had had finished speaking Ani was making little moaning sounds in her throat. She leaned her head back arching her body into his hands even further, this action was met by an appreciative growl from Trace.
As he continued playing with her Trace issued further instructions.
"You will notice you are stopped from speaking unless directly addressed by me, there is an over-ride in this you may also speak to me directly, but only if you address me properly. Earlier when you called me The Athor I liked the sound of that. Therefore, you may address me as either Master Athor or may refer to me only as The Athor."
When he stated the commend she felt an almost imperceptible warming of the collar encasing her as the instructions were added to her binding. Ani shivered, this was getting to be a little deeper than she thought it would.
"Have you ever been spanked Ani, maybe when you were a little girl?" As he uttered this rather innocuous statement he reached up, deftly grabbed a handful of her hair and threw her across his lap. Issuing a sharp slap to her bare he, "Answer" he commanded.
