Slave World 2 - The Ties That Bind Read Free Page B

creative at times, especially when my remote comes into play. It’s not just physical between us either; our love seems to have grown by leaps and bounds over the last year. I couldn’t imagine being without him now, but…
    We miss Master Michael, don’t we? Poor little Margo’s needs have been so neglected lately.
    I often wonder if there is something wrong with me, is it natural for a woman to crave some of the things I do, like being a mindless thing to be degraded and used sexually? I don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt of Nathan forcing me to my knees, slapping my face, spitting in it, before stuffing his cock down my throat, fucking it. After he was done he would just walk away without saying a word, leaving me a pitiful, slobbering mess on the floor, as if I wasn’t worth his time any longer. Oh god, yes please, just once.
    We had it, and you gave it up for him… for love. Silly girl. I was so happy, and look at me now.
    “Stupid tail,” I muttered angrily after jamming it on an underwater rock. I hated it when that happened.
    Still, I wouldn’t give my tail up for anything, it’s a part of me now. To be honest, I’ve grown fond of how it feels swishing back and forth, and it does help to keep those pesky, flying bugs away from my ass when my monthly injection of Dovasole repellent begins to wear off. I suppose that’s not the only reason why I like it. Sex is much more… uhm… interesting now. It gives Nathan just one more thing to grab hold of, combined with a fistful of hair.
    Mmmm…we love hair pulling, don’t we? We always have, but he doesn’t do that very often, does he? Not like how Master Michael used to, and we miss it.
    I pushed myself gingerly through the water in search of a new spot, before settling in again, staring up at the sky through a break in the trees at nothing, daydreaming and wondering.
    Hoping… wishing… wanting. We could always run away and find a new Master? One that will treat us properly – one who owns other ponies. You know they’re out there; we can smell them. They may not be exactly like me, yet, but in time… We’re special, aren’t we, Margo? Master Michael even said so.
    I’d thought that a trip into Port City would help me find the emotional stability I needed; some random interaction with other people outside of my tightly knit circle, while tagging along with Nathan on whatever business he had to attend to. Maybe I just wanted to feel like a normal person for a change; you know, do some shopping or maybe some sightseeing. I missed that, along with the struggle of day to day adversity that made me into the fighter I am today, or used to be at any rate.
    You’re right. We’ve grown weak and soft and it’s all because of you…and him. We don’t need him to protect us any longer; we don’t need anyone except each other, just like old times.
    What a mistake that had been. Nathan had tried to talk me out of it, and I should have listened to him, because he knew exactly what would happen. I guess when you live in a secluded paradise away from the ugly reality of the rest of the world…
    I’d walked the neat and orderly permaplast streets, silently clinging to Nathan the entire time. Past all the vendors and shops with their living display signs, slaves in compromising positions meant to entice, as well as humiliate and degrade. Past the numerous brokerage houses and the never-ending misery they contained. Past the elegantly dressed landowners that eyed Nathan and I with something akin to loathing disgust and even open hatred. Their slave-pets were in tow, cuffed and on leashes most times. The visual appearance of some was meant to display the wealth status of the owners, or simply the innate beauty of their property. Others were used for their size and strength, as common pack animals.
Oh how I wish that were us, don’t you?
    Most of the Landowners went out of their way to avoid us in the passing, like we had some sort of contagious disease. The