Jack Of All Trades (Erotica)

“Sure but you don’t need to see everything to do that. Here I’ll lift it this high.” Jack pulled the hem up higher but kept one hand in place to keep his essentials hidden.

She growled quietly but began at his feet.

God her hands were strong! Jack soon melted under her skillful kneading.

“Oh my god Eve, your hands are amazing! You were obviously sent from Heaven to resurrect my body.”

She gave him another hostile look. “Stop calling me Eve and stop thanking me for doing my job! I told you I am nothing! You must learn this to survive!”

Jack just stared at her in frustration as she moved her hands further up his legs. The knots were larger the further up she went. They were also more painful to massage out but he held his tongue as the areas she’d completed felt so much better.

Finally she could go no further because of his grip on the hem of his tunic. She stopped and returned his frustrated look.

“What?” he asked.

“I need to go higher. Release your tunic. I have seen… sex organs of many species. Nothing is surprising, frightening, amusing, or even interesting anymore. I promise I will not scream or laugh or make any judgemental noises,” she explained slowly to her dim student.

Jack sighed. “None of that was a concern.” He frowned. He really did need her to finish. “Fine.” He pulled his hands away and she pushed the hem up to his stomach. Her hands went right back to work and he had to grit his teeth as the knots on his upper thighs were especially large and sore.

After a particularly tight knot loosened he sagged to the mattress and she seemed to be done. He looked down at Eve to see why she was so quiet. She was looking closely at his groin with a confused expression.

“Hey! You said you weren’t going to ogle my stuff!” Jack said sitting up to push the hem of his tunic back down.

She looked up at him in embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I haven’t seen one that looks like yours. I- I can’t figure out how it would work. It seems too soft.”

Jack blushed. “Of course it’s soft. It’s in a relaxed state!”

“But- but it’s just skin and flesh! There’s no rigid plates, sheath, or even an exo-lattice to force a female open!” Eve exclaimed.

“Force a female open…” Jack’s voice faded as he stared at Eve. “Have you had sex before?”

“Of course I have. My first two masters used me for the games. I won many, many times for them. I have been pitted against many different races. All have had some form of armor on their sexual organs to ensure penetration and delivery.”

Jack’s head was spinning. “Wait- wait! Games? Sex games? The Allsa Komanae make their slaves have sex for sport? As a competition?”

Eve was giving him that pitying look again. Such a slow student.

“Yes, Allsa Komanae can’t have sex themselves but they can link their sensory systems to our slave collars in the games and feel what we feel. The slave that lasts the longest and delivers the most pleasure feedback through their link wins and the master of the winner earns a status promotion while the defeated is demoted. Based on the difference in levels between the challenger and the defender the resulting change can be small or dramatic. First achieved its rank through this means. Since the return of the Prime was announced the games were suspended. First ordered this as there are to be no significant status level changes until the Prime arrives. This was not a popular order as there are very few other ways to rapidly increase the level of Allsa Komanae.

Jack tucked that little bit of information away. Back to something she said. “You said the Allsa Komanae can’t have sex. What does that mean?”

Eve glanced nervously towards the ceiling but no painful discipline struck so she seemed to take that as permission to speak. “It is believed they no longer have the physical capacity. They are an ancient race. They are heavily reliant on cybernetics, a field they are unsurpassed in. The discipline collars are just one example of their brilliant expertise. No one is sure how much organic life is contained within their robes.”

“I’ve punched one before and my fist struck something organic in the hood… well, mostly organic. I felt something break.”

Eve’s eyes grew very wide as she looked at him. Then she moved back a little and looked to the ceiling once more. Still no pain.

Jack decided he’d better change the subject to keep her talking. “You say you’ve had two masters?”

“Five now.” She pointed to the four scars circling her neck and the new collar.

“Why did they replace the collars? That looks terribly painful?” Jack said looking closer at the damaged to Eve’s neck.

“No master would accept a slave with a collar once controlled by a competitor. Too risky that it might be detonated at an unfortunate time. When a slave is exchanged the old collar must be removed. Most slaves don’t survive more than three exchanges.” Eve said in a matter of fact tone.

Jack looked again at her scars. “You have endured a lot of pain in your life.”

She shrugged. “It is my role.” Jack scowled. “We will not be exchanged now that we belong to the Prime. No Allsa Komanae would dare challenge the Prime so she is our final master. Until she dispatches us herself of course.”

Jack shook his head. She could show stubbornness to him but she was completely subservient to the Allsa Komanae. He thought of something. “How long have you been a slave?”

“I have always been a slave.”

Ah, Jack thought. This explained a lot.

“Have you ever seen any others of your kind?” he asked.

“No.” She looked in the direction of his groin again. “Will you tell me now how your sexual organ works? I am wondering if such softness would be an advantage or a disadvantage in a game.”

Jack looked at Eve feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Time to change the subject.

“It works just fine. I don’t get why they pit physically incompatible races against each other in the games.” Jack growled.

“It makes the betting more exciting for the Allsa Komanae. You have to find a way to feel pleasure from your competitor, find a way to bring their pleasure to a peak quickly while maintaining your pleasure levels at their highest for as long as you can.”

“What… what if your partner is causing you pain?” Jack asked hesitantly, thinking of her comment before about being forced open.

“Competitor, not partner. Slaves are not allowed to cause other slaves pain. Your collar will punish you for that. Remember, the Allsa Komanae are connected to the slaves in the game and they do not want to feel pain.”

Eve sighed. “I enjoyed the games. I was good at it and I brought my masters great success until no Allsa Komanae would bet against me. I was retired from the games. My last two master’s did not put me into the games.”

“How long ago was your last… game?” Jack asked awkwardly. This was one of the most uncomfortable conversations he’d had in some time.

Eve shrugged. “I don’t keep track of time like that. There is no point in it.”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Jack nodded to himself. He supposed that made sense for her. He looked around the room. Besides the window to the light well the only other exit was the door at the far end of the room. “Are we going to be kept in this room indefinitely?”

“No, once you’ve been taught your new role we will be allowed to move to the Prime’s slave barracks. I don’t know what other slaves will be there. I guess we will find out when we get there.”

“I don’t get why the Allsa Komanae or the Prime for that matter need slaves.” Jack said in confusion. He looked at Eve. “I mean aside from getting their jollies feeling other people’s sexual activity.”

“We are theirs to use as they wish. Manual labor, lab experiments, status symbols, entertainment… whatever they desire.” Eve said slowly in her teaching mode.

Jack rolled his eyes.

“Haven’t any of the slaves ever escaped? There must have been some slaves clever enough to get past the locator and the network sensor in the collar.”

“Where would they go?” Eve asked.

Jack gave Eve a frustrated look. “Through a Gate then anywhere!”

“There are no Gates.”

Jack froze. “What?”

“We are on the Allsa Komanae home planet. There are no Gates. The only way to leave it is on one of the interplanetary jump ships like the one we were on when we met.”

“I was on a spaceship?” Jack croaked.

She looked at him in concern. “They are called jump ships, not spaceships but yes. You did not know?” Jack could only shake his head. “You would have been brought through a Gate to Allsa One. This is their central administration planet, the only one with Gates connected to the outer network. From Allsa One you were transferred to the ship. I was on the ship in stasis until we were well on our way back. Then I was woken to care for you as we returned to the home world.”

“What about the Tik? They can open Gates to anywhere. Couldn’t they find the planet?” Jack insisted.