Moonslave

Moonslave
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ISBN:  9781907753107
Author:  Bruce McLachlan
Word Count:  68,861
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MoonspawnMoonspawn
OublietteOubliette
Slave to CabalSlave to Cabal

A crisp dark blue shirt, its short sleeves rippling against her strong limbs bore a matching tie that flapped freely in the breeze, her breasts pushing against the tight garment. Her hands were fists within leather gloves and she patted one against her side in anxious anticipation, the only display of emotion she currently offered to the outside world.
   Kira's hungry eyes panned down the short latex skirt gripping her owner's body and for her own gratification she lingered down the burnished rubber stockings that revealed her contours before vanishing into knee high leather boots. Perched atop them, she seemed even more powerful because of this authoritarian influence to her attire.
 
The sequel to Moonspawn sees Kira still serving as the rubber-bound pet of regal and cruel Seneschal.

Kira accompanies her owner on a mission to abduct the vengeful Lupine Corin, who is subsequently captured and started on her training in submission. The fiendish lessons are studied and aided by Kira, who soon begins to relish dominance almost as much as her slavery.

Served to the appetites of the Palace and its supernatural guests, Kira finally wins the heart of her true love, and is formed into the Seneschal's personal maid. Finally, through perseverence and obedience, she gains ownership of her own harem of slaves, in which she finds three girls she has long wanted to have at her mercy.

The engine of the limousine thrummed quietly to itself, its signal seeping into the interior as the softest of background noises. The elegant vehicle cruised as part of the convoy, the mirrored windows screening the passengers from outside scrutiny.
   Kira remained on her knees before her seneschal, licking her owner's boots as the woman gently stroked her tumbling hair. Kira's oppressive uniform was gone, now she was dressed frugally in shades of silver and ivory, presented to tantalise.
   A white thong of satin was matched with albino hold-up stockings, the white band at her thighs dropping into a sheath of mesh, the fishnet vanishing beneath her white patent ankle boots. The stilt heeled footwear was zipped at the front, with a locking band whose silver padlocks denied her the option of removing them. Her fingernails had been manicured and painted silver, and her collar and cuffs had been polished to a mirror finish. Other additions of body jewellery had been made in the form of silver hoops through her ears, and similar matching rings that transfixed her nipples. Other than these token adornments, and a subtle application of cosmetics, Kira wore nothing save a silver chain leash, the leather handle of which was gripped by the seneschal.
   Her beloved owner was far less unadorned. Her hair was swept back and woven into a fierce plait, her military peaked cap pulled down onto it to add to her saturnine disposition. A sleeveless halter-necked dress of latex spilled down her alluring frame, ending in an exceedingly short skirt that barely served to hide the latex thong beneath it. A fishnet bodysuit covered her entire frame, the extremities of which were hidden beneath fingerless opera gloves of rubber and similar thigh boots. The only portions of it available to view were the areas between skirt and boots, and the mesh that covered her shoulders and upper arms prior to being submerged by the gloves.
   Kira continued to busily lick at the latex footwear, the taste of the material a succulent banquet throughout her mouth as she adored her owner. Her love for Cassandra was at new heights, the time between them of late having vastly inflated her obsession with the vampiress.
   The seneschal had been working diligently for a fortnight on some important project of the queen's. During the times where she rested, she worked off her frustrations on her servant, punishing and pleasuring her with regular intensity. It had been a wonderful two weeks of concentrated attention after long periods of isolation where more often than not Kira had found herself sealed in cruel bondage.
   Now they were heading to the result of Cassandra's toils, to some sort of celebration or party. Kira had no real details, and had not beseeched any. So long as she was with Cassandra, she didn't really care.
   'Come up here, slave,' ordered the seneschal, her eyes gazing blankly out of the window.
   Kira lifted herself into the soft leather seat beside her tyrant, nuzzling up against the latex goddess as though she were a kitten seeking attention from its owner.
   Cassandra released the leash and placed a hand about Kira, holding her close, her other hand reaching over and caressing Kira's breasts, running her ebony nails across the pale skin and turning the nipple rings in their tunnels. The soft sensation caused Kira to purr with satisfaction, her thighs pressing together.
   Craning up she placed kisses to Cassandra's covered neck, the latex dress riding over the woman's collar, hiding it from casual scrutiny. Slipping a finger through her left ring, the seneschal gave gentle pulls, manipulating the hoop, making Kira gasp, her hands stroking the firm latex body of the woman. Her breasts were locked beneath the tight embrace of the dress, her body sealed within the impermeable armour, the tactile feast making Kira's fingertips shake and her palms sweat as she traced the polished contours.
   'Would my slave like a spanking before we arrive?' offered the seneschal, lifting Kira's chin so that their eyes might meet.
   'Yes, seneschal, I would,' she whispered.
   Her owner smiled and leant in closer, letting their lips touch, the fleeting kiss causing Kira to melt with desire, her body becoming jelly in the woman's strong arms.
   The seneschal took up the forsaken leash and pulled upon its chain links, drawing Kira over, making her drape across the woman's lap, her rear pert and bisected by the slender thong. Winding the links around her gloved hand, the seneschal caught the last of it in a fist, keeping tight reign on her slave as her other hand slowly rose like a serpent readying to strike.
   Kira closed her eyes against the sight of the passenger door and let a faint moan as the palm slammed to her left cheek, imparting a hot flash before the other buttock was similarly chastised.
   'Like playing the bongos, eh slave?' the woman commented with a wry giggle, applauding the buttocks with a sudden drum roll deluge.
   The seneschal committed the spanking with swift pace, alternating from cheek to cheek, slapping her gloved palm home with harsh barbarity, the impacts warming the flesh until it was throbbing with effulgent riots.
   Then without warning she changed methods, releasing the accumulated rolls of chain and using the leather hoop of the leash as a makeshift weapon. The thick hide descended with a minute whistle and slammed across Kira's rosy cheeks, making her gasp with endurance and rapture. The seneschal enclosed her freed hand into Kira's hair, locking her fingers into it and drawing back, lifting her features back as she began a slow and precise abusing of Kira's rear.
   With another sharp crack the hoop fell, sending ripples through the yielding flesh of Kira's rear as her fingers sank into the seat, clasping tightly. 'Oh, seneschal,' she murmured, pulling slightly at the hold to have her roots grumble.
   The seneschal released her follicles and ran her hand down the naked canvas of Kira's back, the silken skin and latex sliding effortlessly against one another, radical in their contrast of midnight black and snowy paleness.
   The car gave an unexpected lurch that had the seneschal look up with a snarl. 'Keep your eyes on the road, dimwit!' she snapped, and reached forward, thumbing a button on the control panel that served the passengers anything from the limousine's wide range of epicurean accessories.
   Kira heard a faint electrical crackle from beyond the one way glass and gagged sounds of harrowing, the driver being chastised for his failings. She smiled and lowered her face to the leather, forcing her cheek into it, weathering the stabbing tempest.
   Just as it began to dwindle another fell, and another, the seneschal's hand pressing into the small of Kira's back, holding her in place as her belly squirmed upon latex-clad thighs.
   'Five more, slave. Five more and we'll stop,' she promised, pausing to softly rub Kira's torrefied anus, sending a shudder through Kira and causing widespread eruptions of goose flesh. 'Count them off for me, slave,' she said, once more taking a stern bushel of Kira's hair and holding it back, lifting her face, craning her neck back so that the vertebrae smarted.
   The leash snapped down and let lose its abrupt signal upon Kira's rear, the lucid bite bringing her to attention before she drained back into a limp slouch across the knees of her owner. 'F-four, seneschal,' she muttered.
   The leash slammed down once more, crossing the previous angry weal and escalating the effects further. Kira interlaced her fingers and squeezed, grinding her teeth as she endured the latest episode of her voluntary correction. 'Th-th-three, seneschal,' she managed to say, squeezing the words through a rigid jaw.
   The next stroke made her gasp and shake, fighting to stay still, the woman having sunk it into her inner thigh, targeting one of her most vulnerable locations. Kira's boots squeaked against the seat as she shuddered and kicked, sobbing softly, tears welling in her eyes. 'T-two, s-seneschal,' she finally managed to say after a pause to recover her senses, her rear awash of duress.
   'Almost there, slave,' comforted the seneschal, and swung down with a malicious hack.
   Kira cried out and arched back, rigid with stress, her buttocks clenching and unclenching frantically. 'One... one left, seneschal,' she burbled, salty trails tumbling across her cheeks and dripping from her jaw.
   The final stroke was delivered with all the strength of the vampiress, the descending strap humming against the air before sounding loudly against Kira's thigh. The servile girl released a screech that broke into upset fits of sobs and gasps, her body wracked by the ordeal as she shivered and quaked, keeping herself on the seneschal's lap. Kira's hands dropped to hold to the woman's dagger heels, grabbing them as a means of security, a comfort, a reminder of her station to help her survive the tempest.
   'There, that's all of them, slave,' commented the seneschal, releasing her holds and gently pawing Kira's hindquarters as the girl vented her duress.
   'Thank you, seneschal,' Kira added automatically, gathering her deportment.
   'Good slave. Now you can continue cleaning my boots until we arrive,' she ordered, causing Kira to slide free of her owner's legs and return to the floor. Folding herself into a neat ball on the carpeted interior of the car, Kira's tongue rolled up and down the smooth stems of latex as she nursed her pulsating rear...

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