Free Web Novel“Zoey, what the hell are you doing on top of my boy?” freeweɓnovel.cѳm
The slave who used to be Zoey paused with his dick deep inside her, and turned to face her sister with a look of horror. Linhart could feel her fear invading the slave bond, and he knew that this confrontation was a nightmare come true for her. Chloe had come back home and was going to take him away from her.
“Chloe…” she sputtered, “You can’t take him away from me. He’s mine now. We made a pact.” She sounded like she was about to break out in tears.
Ignoring her sister’s outburst, Chloe crossed the room to Zoey’s bed. There she stood, looming over Linhart like an angel of death, stretching her shoulders and arms out like she was loosening stiff muscles. Her hands slid under her top and she caressed her breasts gingerly, ‘oohing’ with discomfort.
“You’re a fool to be here waiting for me,” she said dangerously, “Now, You’re going to pay for all the pain I endured today.”
She dropped her shorts and panties on the floor, then winced as she pulled her blue bikini top off. It looked like she’d been injured since he saw her at the Midday Meal, and her breasts had been beaten pretty badly.
“Get off of him,” she spoke gruffly, as she grabbed Zoey by the hair and hauled her off the bed. Zoey let out a shriek of protest and fought back weakly, but Chloe handled her easily. “I don’t want to catch you with him again. This is my dick!” She threw Zoey to the floor.
“Chloe, I’m sorry for pushing you away today, but…” Linhart began, his voice cutting off as Chloe’s hand swiped across his cheek. It wasn’t a slap, but with the strike came a slicing pain, like a knife had cut his cheek. Linhart’s hand went to his face and found that he was bleeding.
“Shut up, Linhart. I don’t need your excuses,” she seethed, examining her fingers. There was something weird about them. “I just need you to get that dick hard for me, your owner.”
Linhart shuddered as she placed her finger once more on his face, and ran it slowly from his fresh wound down to his groin, her eyes looking him over like a prize she had won. Linhart felt exposed. He tried to cover his erection with his hands, but she slapped them away and ordered him to put them behind his head. Linhart obeyed. She was sniffing his penis now, breathing in the rich aroma of sweat and other fluids that came with hours of sex.
She turned suddenly and began gloating to Zoey, reveling in the misery she was causing them both. “I made a pact too, sister. I promised myself, the next time we meet, that I was going to rape this boy until he’s begging for mercy, and then carve my name into his chest.”
Zoey was huddled in a weeping ball on the floor, and Linhart could feel his own panic level rising. “What the hell did you do to me? Did you just scratch me?”
She didn't answer right away. Instead, she turned and climbed onto the bed, looking down on him. Chloe mounted Linhart like a rider who was expecting the horse to kick, but Linhart had run out of energy an hour before. She knelt down on his dick in the same pose that Zoey had been. His hands tried weakly to fend her off, as she lowered her crotch onto his waiting cock. Chloe winced, as his hands pressed against her bruised tits, shuddering at their tenderness. Then she was pushing her hips against his.
“Haaahhhnn… Oh yeeeessss… I needed this dick inside me right now. I had to teach Caryla and Maria a lesson because of you. They said there’s no way I could bang the Stratega’s precious boy. Well, look who’s getting banged right now.”
Her hole was tight, but it was warm and wet. Linhart looked up at this evil twin’s face, and her pained expression as she lowered herself onto his rock-hard dick. He savored the feeling of his pole invading her secret place. It was so different from fucking Zoey. Chloe was tighter and there was no urgency in the way she moved. No desperate need to please him. Where Zoey's touch was meant to give him pleasure, Chloe wrapped her fingers around his throat in a show of control. Linhart felt a needle-like sharpness at his neck that made him freeze. Chloe smiled down at him as the look of terror spread across his face.
She showed him her new trick now. He watched as long razor-like claws emerged and contracted from her fingertips, in place of her fingernails.
“It’s called Natural Weapon, and I can use it to punish my opponent… or a naughty boy, anytime I want.” Her malice took on a playful manner as she watched him squirm, and she lowered her torso until it was right in front of his face. “My tits were injured today. Treat my wounds. Make me feel better. And if you pinch them, you little idiot, I will slice off your fingers.”
“I’ll do it, Chloe,” Linhart breathed, “But please be gentle.” He wasted no time in carefully massaging her nipples. He licked her bruises as best he could, craning his neck to reach all parts of her bruised little breasts, then blew on them from inches away, while he spoke gentle soothing words to her, trying to calm her down.
“I never meant to upset you,” he breathed, “I apologize.”
“Ahhh… that’s so much better, Linhart. You really should have been a Healer.” she pushed away from his healing tongue and observed his bare chest with an evil grin. “Now, I’ll make sure you can never deny me again.” freeweɓnovel.cѳm
He felt her fingertip pressing, and knew he was in trouble. Her claw cut into his skin, as she ran her finger into a wide semi-circle around his left pec. “Aaa oooooww!… Chloe, you’re hurting me, please stop!”
“I’m just going to carve my name into you, so that everyone will know who you belong to silly boy… There’s the C…” She paused in her torturous task to admire the C-shaped slice she’d carved into his chest. Blood was flowing freely out of it, and Linhart could feel himself becoming light-headed. Her pussy was squeezing ever more tightly, as if the sight of him writhing in pain was adding to her sexual excitement.
"Now, for the H, I may have to slice off your nipple..." she cackled.
She didn’t get any further, though, as a small but powerful arm wrapped her neck from behind and placed her in a choke-hold. Zoey's head appeared from behind her. She was possessed, with one arm choking her sister, her other hand became a blur, going after her sister's wounded tits. Slapping and pulling at her nipples, Zoey was punishing her like Linhart never could before. Chloe’s eyes went livid as she fought to turn around, but Zoey had a firm grip and wasn’t letting go. She was screaming in pain and outrage now. Her arms flailed about, her claws extending nearly as long as her fingers. Linhart raised his arms to defend his eyes and face.
Zoey pulled her off of him, and eased her down to the floor. She was talking now, to him, and trying to ease his mind. “Linhart, my king… I’ve got her. You don’t need to be afraid anymore. I won’t let her hurt you. Please say you’re okay! I can’t live without you. I’m so sorry for letting her hurt you!”
Linhart watched as the twins thrashed about on the floor. Blond hair and shapely limbs wrestling in the nude. It was hard to find where one ended and the other began. Chloe was lashing out like a wild animal, slicing into the floor, bed, and anything else within her reach. Zoey was an unmovable rock bound tightly to her neck. One that she had never expected to betray her, and a surprise that seemed to strain Chloe's tenuous grip on sanity.
Linhart did the only thing he knew would help. He went for the shock rod.
“Hold her tight, Zoey,” he warned, as he trapped one of her legs with his own. Her claws were still extended and he feared she would claw at him again. Zoey’s right arm had been clawed to a bloody mess, but still she hung on tightly to her sister. Linhart felt a pang of guilt for bringing this disaster upon her. Poor Zoey!
He ran his hands up Chloe's leg until he was gripping her shapely ass, trying to hold her steady. Her hips twisted and turned as she struffled to free herself, and Linhart knew that he wouldn't be able to keep his distance and operate the bronze rod. Chloe lashed out wildly once more, but this time, in the brief moment following, he leapt on top of her lap and held her tight as he rammed it home. Chloe’s eyes bulged and she raked at his face with hatred, but he had already thrusted the rod up inside of her far too deep for her to shake it out. A moment later, Shock:6 passed through her body and Chloe collapsed into Zoey’s arms, her pee flowing out across the bedroom floor. Zoey looked at Linhart confused, with pain in her eyes.
“Is she dead?” she asked mournfully, letting Chloe’s limp body fall to the floor.
“No, only stunned,” Linhart answered, pushing her hair back so he could examine her eyes. “She has lost control of her body, but she's not in pain and she can still see and hear what is going on.”
“Oh…” Zoey peeped in resignation, then she leapt to him, touching the final jagged cuts on his face that had missed his eye by a half-inch, “I am so sorry, my king. I let her hurt you. I was such a coward, and she did this to your beautiful skin.” Her voice was breaking and, as she fingered the bloody gash across his chest, she became emotional. She traced the line with her own mangled arm as her teardrops fell in his lap. Then she looked back down at Chloe and scowled.
“This girl is no longer my sister! Not after all she’s done to you.” she muttered with an anger that was rare for her.
“She will always be your sister, Zoey. But, I’m afraid she’ll never forgive me for stealing you away from her. Did you see the look on her face? You’ve never gone against her in your entire life have you?”
“No, I haven’t,” Zoey said hotly. “But that was my old life. Now I am loyal to only you, my king. Forever!” She clung to him, desperately showering him with kisses. Linhart was uncomfortable having Zoey pepper him with passion, while her stunned sister was lying on the floor watching them from the corner of her eye. So, he took her in his arms and eased her back onto her bed once again.
“Hold on, Zoey. We can’t get started again. Not now. We have some major decisions to make for you before I leave in the morning, so we may as well get started.” He looked at the girl on the floor. “First, what are we going to do about Chloe?”
“How about we tie her up?” Zoey suggested helpfully.
Linhart lifted the stunned sister off the floor and was placing her on her own bed now. “Nah, I’m sure she can cut her way through any rope with that new Natural Weapon skill of hers. By the way, what skills do you have available?”
"I don't know how to check, Linhart," she whined, patting the bed next to her, "Could you show me?"
He smiled at how quickly Zoey's anger left her and her horniness returned. He sat back down on her bed and took her bracer in his hands. Thankfully, it had been spared from the wrath of Chloe. Zoey snuggled up tight to him and began gently licking the wound on his chest. She looked up at him making puppy dog eyes, looking for praise.
“Good girl,” Linhart smiled, “You’re the best slave a boy could ask for.” He could feel the delight pouring out of her. She opened her legs wide and looked beggingly at his dick now. There really was no end to the horny feedback loop, and the fact that they were both still naked did not help the matter.
Linhart reminded her that there was work to be done, then he ordered her to put her sports wear back on, while he dressed himself in his school uniform. They settled down once more, sitting side by side and looking at her ID bracer together.
The list of skills that were available to Zoey was much longer than the list Linhart himself had had to choose from. Linhart was not surprised by that fact. Firstly, thanks to the multiple creampies he'd given her that day, Zoey had become significantly stronger in Fighting. Her Score was now sitting at just over 1000, which meant she had powered all the way to Fighter: Level 4.
She had 3 available skill points and had some skills listed that only became available from level 4. Secondly, some of the skills had such unusual names that they didn’t sound like Fighter skills at all.
…ATTENTIVE EAR, ATTENTIVE MIND, BATTLE TRANCE, BLINK THINK…
Attentive Ear, Attentive Mind; these skills were completely foreign to him. He had never even heard mention of them in his past world.
Not for the first time, Linhart wished that there were some way to research Fighter skills, but his class did not operate like that, and it drove him crazy. Many other classes provided students with easy to reference lists, but any Fighter who even tried the same, or even tried listing Fighting skills by point cost, prerequisites, or actual purpose, was met with ridicule and opposition.
…FEARLESS, FOCUSED BREATH, HEALING BREATH…
Fighters pride themselves on surprising opponents with new skills and taking on new skills they knew next to nothing about. Linhart couldn't relate to this, but this list of new skills was arousing his curiosity. In the past, he would only select a skill if he was certain he understood it. When Linhart had first taken the FEARLESS skill, he already knew it's benefits, drawbacks, and the fact that it would cost him 2 points.
…PAIN TO PLEASURE, POSITION SENSE, PREDICT NEEDS…
Pain to Pleasure had been a good skill to increase his durability, but he didn’t want Zoey dealing with the long-term risks of feeling no pain.
…REFLEX ACTION, SACRIFRICE, SHARP TONGUE, STEADY HANDS, SYNCED SLAVE, VIGILANT SLAVE…
Okay, those last two skills were definitely not Fighter class. Linhart was now sure that the master / slave bond had unlocked some peculiar skills for Zoey. Looking over at her, he found she was gazing dreamily into his eyes again.
“You’ve got a lot of good skill options,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “What kind of skill would you like to have?”
“Any skill that you want me to have, my king,” she replied. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence, but her mind was entirely consumed with thoughts of pleasing him.
"Would you like to try one of these new slave skills?" he asked.
"If you think that I should, then yes. Definitely!" she exclaimed. Linhart sighed. She would only say what she thinks he wants her to say, which makes asking her for her opinion a pointless gesture.
“Well then, let’s start by having you choose… this skill!” he said, scrolling to the end of the list and pointing.
“Great choice, Linhart,” Zoey dialed it in and selected it without a second thought. “Thank you for making this decision for me. I love you so much!”
