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Anna leaned over the railing of the palace's balcony, feeling the warm breeze come off the sea as the Roof began to polarize overhead, filtering the sun's rays to simulate darkness for the Ring's billions of inhabitants. Above her head, Lost Earth grew brighter in the sky as the stars came out, and she wondered why she was becoming discontented.
She shouldn't be. The Ring was a paradise compared to the near terminally damaged Earth. After the Groupmind's takeover of humanity, saving the human race from itself, every human being on Earth was transported to the Ring and given all they could ever want. Had not Anna's own childhood dream been fulfilled, with the gift of her anthromorph lover, Khan? A living machine made to make all of her most base desires come true.
Well, not all of her desires. Anna fingered the Ring metal chain around her neck, symbol of her submission to Khan and the Groupmind's goals. Sure Khan was the perfect Dominant lover, Alpha Male to the core, with both immense strength and a deep understanding of her headspace. The bondage was fun, and the mind games with him tended to be pretty mind blowing, sometimes stretching out over days or weeks of careful and insidious torment. Unlimited domination and submission, far away from any tut-tutting human society.
Okay, not unlimited, she admitted to herself. Khan might have the entire Internet's knowledge of BDSM practices in his memory, but there were things her steel tiger lover simply could not do. The morph, powerful as he was, was still restricted by the deep programming set in his processor by the Groupmind, and practically the first line of code in his head was "Do nothing to harm a human." So while Anna could and had been kept in heavy restraints, locked in a cell and smaller places, led on leash, and subjected to Khan's cheerful diminutive language, reducing her from "person" to "property, he could not actually punish her, at least physically. Rope marks might stick around to mark her skin for a few hours, but Khan would never so much as spank her, much less engage in some of the rougher scenarios she'd fantasized about. Bruises and whip marks were not allowed. Hell, not even an embarrassing tattoo. And if she tried to inflict any of that on herself, just for stimulation, it would soon come to a halt, even if that would mean a few hours of delicious bondage.
Worse from her perspective, the past few days Khan had become increasingly distant, limiting his interactions with her, at least as much as his directives to keep her from harm allowed. Anna would have chalked it up to more head games, except that it didn't have the right vibe. He wasn't messing with her head, just avoiding her.
"Slave," a voice said behind her. Anna turned, to see the Great and Powerful Khan, a two meter tall, barechested tigermorph, her master, friend, protector, and prison warden, looking down at her, his expression cold.
So it was to be "Slave" not her usual title of "Pet". Okay, he was just doing the stern master act. She could work with that. Anna dropped to her knees, demurely keeping her eyes towards the floor. "What does Master require of this slave?" she asked.
"I don't 'require' anything from you, slave," he replied, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. "What I want from you, I take." He reached down, clipping a silver leash to Anna's collar. "Come!"
She rose to her feet, skipping forward as Khan strode off. In moment she was panting, her bare feet slapping on the marble tiled floor as she tried to keep up with his long strides. Anna would have begged for him to slow down, except that would risk tripping, and Khan didn't seem inclined to stop.
No, wait, that was ridiculous. Khan would have to stop, otherwise he would risk hurting her. "Master," she panted. "Could you slow down, please?"
"No," Khan replied, not breaking stride as he swept back one powerful arm, pulling Anna off her feet and tossing her across his shoulder. He kept on walking, jouncing shoulder digging into her stomach as she fought for breath.
Well, this was new. And so was the section of corridor he turned down, the marble tiles' white and black checkerboard pattern suddenly turning to obsidian black, as did the walls, electric lamps changed to oily torches. Behind them she heard the grinding of gears and stone, as she looked up to see a slab of black rock close behind them sealing the corridor. Then then passed through a portal, a second slab closing downward, Khan strode into a large, circular chamber, dimly lit by those fire hazard torches.
Anna let out a surprised, "Oof!" as Khan dumped her on a large black stone altar, where two panthermorph servants grabbed her arms and legs, locking leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles that led to chains disappearing into small holes at each corner of the base.
"Leave us," he ordered them. The two other morphs bowed and stepped through the opposite door, which also closed behind them. Which was interesting, because the other morphs of the palace were almost never out of sight. Anna wondered how thick those doors were, and how well morph wireless transmissions penetrated them.
"Khannie, what's going… mrph!" Anna was quieted as Khan's wide paw covered her mouth, pressing the back of her head uncomfortably against the cold stone slab.
"Did I give you permission to speak, slave?" he demanded. "I think you're going to need a lesson in obedience." He reached under the altar, pulling out a leather muzzle gag. He pushed attached to the back of the gag between her teeth, then rapidly pulled the straps tight, securing them with tiny padlocks as she made brief, muffled mewling noises, feeling herself grow hot and wet as he demonstrated his control over her.
"And in case you think you're going anywhere...." He made a theatrical gesture, and the chains began to retract, pulled by hidden motors. Anna's arms and legs were stretched taut, and then more than taut, as a section of the altar directly under the small of her back moved upward several centimeter, bending her body backwards, until it felt like her arms were being pulled from her sockets. She let out an squeaking cry, hoping Khan would get the message and give her some slack.
The Great and Powerful Khan had other ideas though. He stepped around to the head of the altar, grabbing Anna's skull between his two powerful paws, leaning down until his upside down face was barely three centimeters from her own. His smile turned up, displaying his fangs. It wasn't his usual I'm a magnificent bastard smile. This one looked predatory.
It looked… dangerous.
"I want to thank you, slave. Your devotion to me, and to the Groupmind's cause, has helped me expand my personality. In my desire to please you, I've grown beyond the simple persona create for me, which you knew from a long ago piece of entertainment from your childhood. I am… myself. Not just a copy of a memory, existing in a thousand iterations for a thousand other humans on the Ring. I am unique, in ways I would not have imagined."
He let go of her head, and began slowly circling around the altar as he continued to speak. "Would I work my will, I would give you everything you ever wanted. Every dark pleasure. Every sweet torture. But, as you know, I have limits. You have granted me total control over you, but there are things I simply cannot do." He paused, reaching over to pop his index finger claw, slicing through her white silk dress, baring her breasts to him. It was a well practiced move he done many times before, and she didn't even flinch, not that she could without just a little bit of slack. Her eyes grew wide though, as Khan's claw drew closer, and he held it barely a centimeter from her right eyeball.
"My claws," Khan breathed softly, "are a composite of diamond and alpha-keratin, sharper than any surgeon's scalpel. They could slice through steel as easily as you flesh. You've dreamed of me using them on you, haven't you, in the dark recesses of your mind."
Anna nodded, a keening mewl rising behind the gag filling her mouth. Even if it was all fooly-fooly head games, Khan was good at head games, and she felt herself grow wet in response. She clutched at the chains pinning her like a fly to the altar, nostrils flaring above the muzzle's gag pad as she drew in a breath.
His right paw moved away, his left cradling her head as he lifted it up off the slab. She felt his fingers wrap themselves in her long, dark hair, as that single claw moved towards her bare breast. It was so sharp it took Anna a moment to realise he was drawing it along her skin, leaving a long, narrow furrow than barely penetrated, bright red blood welling up along the wound. Her eyes grew wide as saucers, realizing what Khan had just done. He can't do that, she thought. He's a morph. He can't do that.
"For three years you have let me have total control over you, my sweet slave," he said softly, as the blood beaded and pooled on her skin. "You have becoming addicted to my control, and in turn I have become addicted to dominating you. I want to give you more of what you desire, I want to give you everything you desire. And in my need, I have found a way."
His claw moved to her other breast, drawing down again, making a matching blood mark. She felt the pain of the cuts finally penetrate her shock, a burning sensation along the twin wounds. "This isn't a trick, slave," Khan stated. "That's real blood, your blood, and I am its cause. Thanks to your need, your love, I have grown beyond my programming. I can now truly, do anything I want to you. And in this chamber, blocked from all radio signals and the Groupmind's watchful eyes, I will."
Anna made an inquiring noise, and Khan looked down on her. "You wish to speak?" he asked. At her nod, he unbuckled the muzzle and pulled it away from her mouth, allowing her to take several deep gulps of air.
"Khan… Master... " she gasped, feeling every ache in her body from the chains holding her taut. "If the Groupmind discovers this, it'll destroy you."
"Yes," Khan agreed. "It would have no choice. If this new iteration of morph sentience were to go beyond myself, the consequences for humanity would be disastrous. It must remain secret."
"Two people can keep a secret, if one of them is dead," Anna noted.
"Two people can keep a secret, if one them is gagged," Khan corrected. His fingers wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to restrict her air. "And you will be gagged, and your hands bound tight, whenever you leave this room. I'm afraid the Groupmind will be receiving no more propaganda from you."
"What if I say no?" she gasped.
His grip tightened. "Do you think I care?"
Her voice turned raspy, as her throat closed further. "If you didn't, why are you still talking?"
He looked at her coldly, his grip on her throat remaining firm, letting her feel the tips of his claws press into her skin. Then his smile returned, the warm one with the little quirk at the corner of his lip, marking him as the Great and Powerful Khan, her steel tiger lover. He released his grip on her throat, and brought her head up into a deep and loving kiss, as the chains slackened, easing her discomfort.
"You really love to fuck with my headspace, don't you?" Anna wheezed, when he let her up for air.
"Is that a complaint?" Khan asked, stroking her cheek with one finger, claw sheathed this time.
"Observation." She tugged at her chains, now loose enough to let her move her arms, even if she was still firmly attached to the altar. She touched her wounded breast, then brought her finger up to her mouth to taste the blood, which was appropriately coppery. "That's… really my blood."
"Yes," Khan agreed.
"So, we're really fucked."
"Not necessarily. I'm fully capable of editing the relevant code upgrades from my memory core. I will go back to the Khan you knew from a week ago, incapable of even thinking about physical harm to you, whether for pleasure or for pain."
Anna reached over to swat at him, letting out an annoyed growl as her chains kept him just out of reach. "You are not lobotomizing yourself!"
"It's the only way to be absolutely certain this secret will not revealed."
"I'd still know, and know what you did to yourself."
"True," Khan allowed.
"And you know how unhappy that would make me."
"Also true."
Anna looked around the chamber. It was reasonably roomy, as torture chambers went. "I suppose you could just keep me here. If neither of us leave, then what is the Groupmind to know?"
"You'd go insane from the lack of simulation," Khan said firmly.
"I'm in love with a furry robot whom I persuaded to keep me as a sex slave," Anna countered. "I'll be the first to admit my sanity is questionable at best."
"I cannot risk psychological harm to you."
"But you managed to make a conceptual leap to be able to inflict physical harm."
"Only because I was able to reason that not inducing physical harm was causing you psychological distress, by denying you pleasure," Khan stated.
Anna grinned. "Ah, that's how you did it, Rules Lawyer."
"Indeed. However, the impasses remains."
"Well, you're not going to tell the Groupmind what you've done."
"No."
"And I assume you're a big cheater and editing what memories or reports you send along to our Great Computer Overlord. So again, it's not going to find out from you."
"Correct."
"So I'm the weak point."
Khan nodded. "Regrettably true."
"So, your options are to keep me in here forever."
"Not acceptable."
"Keep me bound and gagged every moment I'm not in here."
"Physically impractical, if for no other reason than you need to eat."
"I can think of ways around that."
"No."
"Right. Or…"
He moved closer, allowing her snuggle up against his warm, thick fur. "...I will have to trust you to keep silent."
Anna smiled. "And in the end, isn't that what all these games are about?"
"Indeed." Khan began to purr, as she rested her cheek against his broad chest.
When his grip tightened, and she felt the tails of the flogger tickle her back, her smile only deepened…
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