Free Web NovelLinhart spent the rest of the day talking with Zoey, learning all about her, and exploring what it meant to be her master. He understood, from his experience as a slave himself, that direct orders from him could easily become her reason for being, so he was being very careful with his wording. The few things he did ask of her, he phrased as requests.
He demonstrated the use of the shock rod to her and then asked, “Would you mind using it on your sister for me?” Zoey complied instantly. “Good work, could you do that to her every 15 minutes?” In two seconds, she had checked her bracer timepiece and set her mind on the timing of the next shock.
Three shocks later, she showed a bit of independent thinking when she asked, “It feels so dirty taking the rod out and pushing it back into her every time. Can I just leave the rod inside of her between shocks?”
Linhart could see the flame that was burning in the stunned girl’s eyes, and he agreed, saying, “Yes, do whatever is easiest for you to keep her stunned. You’re going to have to keep stunning her throughout the night. Do you think you’re up for it?”
“Oh course,” she laughed, “The skill you picked for me makes it so I don’t have to sleep at all.” She leapt to her feet and struck a pose showing off her muscles. Linhart was surprised to see she did have some pretty nice biceps when she flexed. “You can count on your Vigilant Slave to keep Chloe stunned.”
Luckily, Vigilant Slave, the new skill she’d acquired, was performing exactly as Linhart had hoped. It cost her 2 skill points, but Linhart thought that was a reasonable price for such a life altering skill. Most people spent 8 hours of their day sleeping, and now Zoey was able to free up that time to do other things. What kind of things did was a lifelong slave interested in doing all night? Well, he would have to help her decide that at some point in the future. He just hoped she wouldn’t feel sluggish and tired the next morning. Mostly, Linhart worried that she would develop bags under her pretty little eyes.
“So, all your fatigue, your weariness from the day, it’s gone?” he asked again.
She nodded happily, jumping up and down like a mini cheerleader. “I have infinite energy! I don’t even think I could sleep if I tried. I’ve never felt so awake.”
“Well, you just received a brand new skill, so it might take some time for this to feel normal. Try to remember that body will need other means of receiving energy, now that it doesn't need sleep anymore.” He peeked out the window and noticed that the sun was going down. All the other girls on this floor would be coming back to the dorm soon. “I’m getting pretty hungry. How about you run down to Fighter’s Green and bring us back some food from the End of Day meal? We can eat here together.”
Zoey snapped to attention and bowed to him, as he had done in front of the seniors. “Yes, my king.” After a quick search of her drawers, she produced a suitable bag for carrying food, and then she ran out of the room, like a girl on a mission.
With that he was left alone with Chloe.
Her body was so small and child-like. But her nubby breasts, curved hips, and shapely legs were just as sexy as the first time he'd laid eyes on her, and Linhart felt the need to touch her. Now that she wasn't harassing or threatening him, he could truly appreciate how beautiful she really was.
He fell into bed next to her and looked her over closely. Her eyes glared up at him, angrily, through a veil of blond hair, which he combed out of her face with his hands. Then he picked up one of her arms and let it drop back down. He liked the feeling of her limp body. It wasn’t that he was attracted to her body like this. She was little more than a pleasure doll in this stunned state. It was the softness and gentleness that he wished he could always feel from Chloe. He never saw this while she was assaulting him, or while he was feigning submissiveness to get her more excited. She was still a little girl, regardless of her bitchy attitude.
“I love you when you’re like this Chloe,” he said, pressing up against her as close as he could. Her body was like a mini furnace, and he was enjoying her heat. “I wish you were always like this. We could have been lovers, like Zoey and I are right now.” He paused and ran a finger over the scrapes on her face. “You know her soul is bound to mine now, right? Don’t you wish we could be close like that, too?”
Liquid pooled in her eyes, and Linhart was shocked to see tears running down her face.
“Wait, I didn’t mean to upset you…” he appealed to the stunned girl, “We are really close! Me and you.”
Linhart couldn’t stand to see her crying. Tears from any girl in this world was weird, but the fact that the tears came from heartless Chloe, made it that much worse to watch. He went into damage control, murmuring apologies and holding her close.
“I was lying. We are close, Chloe.” he whispered into her ear, “I think about you all the time.”
When Zoey returned, a few minutes later, she was surprised to find Linhart crouched over Chloe’s weeping figure. His arms were wrapped around her body, kneading her butt and massaging her thighs, as he licked her bruised breasts. He was trying to comfort her in any way possible, but from the look that Zoey gave him, he was wasting his effort.
“What are you doing, Linhart?” she asked impatiently, heading straight to the metal rod sticking out of Chloe’s crotch. When she hit the trigger, Chloe’s muscles actually spasmed, telling Linhart that the stun had worn off before Zoey pressed the button. “You know, you can’t trust her. It’s dangerous for you to be that close.”
“Oh Zoey,” Linhart smiled, still enjoying the texture of Chloe’s tiny titties against his cheek, “I know that you'll keep me safe from her. C’mon and let’s eat in the food you brought in Chloe’s bed. It smells delicious.”
Zoey, so easily placated by his words, blushed and showed Linhart the meat and potatoes dish that she’d brought back with her. The two of them feasted together after that. Linhart proposed that they use Chloe’s naked body as a table, and Zoey readily agreed. They spread their plates of still-hot food across her stomach, chest, and hips, and together they ate their fill. While they ate, they talked about different Fighters in the freshman year, many of which were common acquaintances. Linhart told her about the junior girls he'd spent some time with, and she warned him not to get too close with older girls, because they might take advantage of him. Every 15 minutes, like clockwork, Zoey would hit the trigger on the end of the rod, sending another shock through Chloe’s body. At the end of the evening, as Linhart was getting sleepy and overwhelmingly horny again, they fucked right there on the bed next to Chloe.
Zoey stepped on Chloe like she wasn't even there, and Linhart found it exciting that this stunned girl was watching their sex unblinkingly. He pushed Zoey down into a doggy position, and pulled her butt directly over her sister's face. Kneeling just above her head, Linhart pumped his cock into Zoey with more spirit than earlier that day, partly due to having a full stomach and also because of the captivated audience. He fucked his slave so hard, that she started cumming before he did. Her pussy exploding in a gush of juices, much of it dripping down into Chloe's face.
Linhart kept going hard even after that, bringing Zoey's sensitive spots to orgasm again and again. It didn't take long for Linhart to climax after that, pulling his slave's hips tightly against his, he moaned along with her. On a whim, he pulled his dick out of her and squirted the last few spurts of his jism into Chloe's mouth. She didn't even seem able to swallow, and so it just slid to the back of her mouth and stayed there. He ran his dick down her throat a few times to clean it off, finding pleasure in seeing that bitchy little mouth filled with his cock.
In the end, an hour after darkness set in, Linhart, still naked, rolled over and passed out with Chloe’s stunned body in his arms. Zoey whined about Chloe being hugged and not her, but he felt such a renewed caring for the girl who had shed tears for him that he ignored his slave's pleas for once, ordering her to keep guard for the night and not to wake him. Linhart didn’t realize it at the time, but ordering her not to wake him would be like psychological torture for Zoey.
Throughout the night, Linhart awoke to vague sensations of Zoey rubbing her private parts up against his hand, his legs, his foot and toes. Tiny actions, which she thought wouldn't be detected. Actions she would cease the moment he showed signs of waking. He could hear her bird-like voice as well. The sounds of her chanting his name then apologizing quietly and profusely for disturbing his sleep broke through his dreams more than once. She was torn between spending precious time together with him, the object of her desire, all night long and not being able to talk to him or touch him.
Hours later, she found a balance, and Linhart was finally able to drift into a deep sleep. It wasn’t until just before dawn that he awoke with a renewed purpose in life. He must return to Octavia, she was waiting for him. freёwebnovel.com
He looked over at the twin that he held in his arms, and found that it was Zoey. At some point in the night, she had pulled Chloe out of bed and taken her place. She was wide awake and smiling sweetly at him. Her left hand was playing with his hair, and her gristly looking right hand was fondling his privates. Linhart could feel her tiny fingers squeezing his balls ever so gently.
“I didn’t wake you up, Linhart,” her voice was sweet with reassurance, “It was the noises of the early morning that did that. Do you want my body now?” She pushed her plump little tits together with her arms and made a cute kiss-me face.
"I just woke up, Zoey." Linhart sat up in bed, pulling his arm out from under her head. He saw that Chloe was lying facedown on the hardwood floor, just beside the bed. “Did you dump her on the floor?”
“Yes, but don’t worry,” Zoey said cheerfully, running a hand over his stomach, “I’ve still been stunning her every 15 minutes. She hasn’t moved a muscle all night.” She rolled out of bed and landed on top of Chloe’s back. Zoey didn’t seem concerned about hurting her sister at all, which was perhaps a side-effect of the slave bond and the orders he’d given her.
“I was awake all night, but you’ll be glad to know that I am not feeling tired at all.” She stood and bowed to him once more. She was still naked from their activities of the night before. “I am the perfect Vigilant Slave.” freewebnøvel.com
“You are wonderful, Zoey,” Linhart affirmed, rising from bed. His thoughts were already elsewhere. He had completed his mission and now it was time to return to the Nexus of Binding and meet Octavia again. “Now, where are my clothes? I’ve got to be going… Please be careful when Chloe regains use of her body. I’m sure she will want to punish you for the things that I made you do to her.”
“Wait, what?” All the color drained out of Zoey’s face, “You aren’t planning to leave without me, are you?”
Linhart looked at her expression and realized he’d miscalculated his next move. “Umm, yes. Would you mind staying here while I go to meet my own master?” He chose his words carefully, not locking her into an order. Right away he could see the pain piling up behind Zoey’s eyes. She wanted to do his will, but staying behind would mean they’d be separated for an unforeseeable amount of time.
Her hands clenched at her sides, and tears started to roll down her face. As she softly responded, he could hear a touch of madness entering her words. “Of course, I will do as you ask. I will stay here and accept the punishment of my ‘sister.’ I may be sliced to ribbons, but I will stay here… if you ask me to do it?”
Her eyes were squeezed closed now, like a criminal awaiting her condemnation. Perhaps she was right, there’s no way he could sneak away and leave her here by herself to clean up the mess he had created. What will Octavia say? Chloe will likely carve her to pieces for the night of stunning Zoey had given her.
“Zoey, would you like to come along with me to…” he paused, not wanting to speak his destination in front of the other twin, “meet my master?” He may eventually regret bringing her with him that day, but right then he couldn’t bear to break his devoted slave’s heart.
Even before his words had left his mouth, her arms were around him and she was hanging from his neck. Her lips were clouding his vision as she kissed him all over his face. He fell back on the bed, and she mounted him like he was a prize stallion. “Yes, my master, I will go with you to your master…”
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Mere minutes after that, two Fighters left their dorm. It was still the early hours of the morning, before the seventh bell rang for first courses. No one else was around when they left the cool mists of Fighter’s Green and stealthily made their way across the pebbled fields of Binder’s Garden.
The first of the sun’s rays were shining over the eastern mountain ridge, when they arrived at an inconspicuous iron-bound door. From a string running around his neck, one Fighter produced a silver key and unlocked that door that led them to their fate.
