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Sequences Ch. 01

By: luvkitten



The Master came home from the slave market carrying a small cage. He carried it with ease, as if it wasn't heavy. He took it into the most secure cell in the house. 

This cell was completely soundproof. It was solid steel all the way around, protected by three steel doors, each with a different locking mechanism. There were cameras linked to a main room which could control the doors.

The Master's slaves watched in confusion as the Master locked all three doors before coming back into the main room. Surely, any slave small enough to fit into that small cage wouldn't be dangerous.

"I brought a new toy." He said sitting down. A slave brought him a drink. "Apparently, he is incredibly flighty. He's managed to almost escape five times despite being heavily guarded. They've sedated him for the last few days but we cannot keep him sedated forever. He is not dangerous, he has never hurt anyone. Basil, Thyme, take him out of his cage, chain him to the block then wake him. I want to watch how he escapes. You four" He nodded at four slaves. "Take a sedation gun and wait at the third exit. If he gets there, sedate him again."

The six slaves went to their places. The Master went to watch from the video room.

****

Basil and Thyme were two big guys. They were both naked apart from loin cloths. Basil and Thyme were from a water planet and could control water. They looked at the small cage.

"D'ya think he'll be able to escape from us?' Thyme asked nervously.

"No. He is tiny, no? We are big. Not scared by that little thing. Come on, open the cage. Pull 'im out."

Thyme pulled the cover off the cage and took a look at the new pet.

"Tiny." Thyme agree. He opened the cage and lifted the lifeless body out of the cage. He put the new pet onto a block. Basil tied the boy's hands behind his back then looped a long rope through a ring in the ceiling. He pulled it tight so that the boy was hanging from it with his knees on the block. Thyme let the boy go and then tied the boy's legs to either side of the block. They stood back to examine him.

The boy's skin was a shimmering light brown colour, maybe gold in the right light. His whole body was devoid of hair except for the long, totally white hair that was currently hanging in front of his face.

"He's pretty. Not Master's normal style."

"I guess if Master trains him then he can be sold for lots of money." Basil picked up a needle, flicked it experimentally and injected the new toy. "Check his bonds."

Thyme checked that the boy was securely tied as they waited for him to come round. The boy lifted his head slowly but kept his eyes closed. He shook his hair out of his face. Basil and Thyme watched him. He opened his eyes and made eye-contact with Basil. 

"Untie me" The boy said without moving his lips.

Basil moved round to release the boy as if in a trance.

"What are you doing?" Thyme asked.

The boy looked at him. "Still." He said. 

Thyme stopped moving. Basil released the boy. He stood up and turned to Thyme.

"Tie him up." He said. Basil put Thyme on the block and then tied him up. "Get in the cage." Basil sat in cage. It was far too small for him. "Stay."

The boy went over to the door. He ran his hands over the door. He touched the lock mechanism then pulled out one strand of hair and blew on it so it went hard. He pushed it into the lock then blew on it again. The hair expanded in the lock and then broke the mechanism. The boy pulled the door open and went towards the next door, his eyes still closed. He felt over the door again. The Master watched him via the video monitor.

The boy had pushed another hair into a gap between two bricks. He pulled out a small wire and bit into it with his teeth. The door opened straight away. The Master smiled. He didn't think that the boy would be able to get past the third door. It was locked on the outside and could only be opened by someone standing on the other side. There was also a fingerprint recognition scanner to allow those standing on the other side to know who was asking to be let out.

The boy's eyes were closed and he was frowning as he felt the door and the surrounding wall. He walked back to the first room and opened his eyes to make eye contact with Basil. 

"Come with me." His eyes blinked and flicked as he spoke but his lips didn't move. Basil stood up and followed the boy through to the third door. "Open this door."

Basil pressed his finger to the scanner. The four slaves behind the door recognised the ID and looked at each other. One moved forward to open the door. The Master turned on the intercom.

"Do not open the door." He said. "I'm coming down."

He stood up and opened a drawer and pulled out a bunch of sunglasses. He went down to where the four slaves were waiting.

"Is he dangerous, Master?" A pretty girl asked nervously.

"No, but he was about to escape. Put these on." He handed out the sunglasses. "Right, have your stun guns at the ready. I'm going to open the door."

The Master opened the door slowly. Basil stood alone in the hall and in a trance. The Master slapped him. Basil woke up with a start and glanced around.

"How did I get out here?" He asked.

"He hypnotised you. Put these on." The Master handed him a pair of sunglasses and led his group towards the room. They went into the cell. The Master sighed. "Someone untie Thyme and wake him up."

The boy stood in the corner of the room, shaking slightly. He was desperately trying to see the eyes of everyone in the room. The Master walked towards him, slowly, carrying a blindfold and a set of handcuff.

"Don't be afraid, my little one. Do as you are told and I won't hurt you. You cannot be trusted so for now you will have to be blindfolded. Step forward." The Master held out the blindfold.

The boy looked around desperately then took a step backwards. The Master turned to the other slaves.

"You are dismissed. Thyme wait outside the door."

The slaves left, Thyme shut the door.

"Come now, boy. Step forward and submit to the blindfold."

The boy reached out his hands towards the sunglasses. His eyes were still closed and his hands trembled. The Master quickly locked the handcuffs to the boy's wrists. He recoiled onto the floor in horror, he struggled with them until the Master put a hand on his shoulder. The boy turned his face up to the Master, keeping his eyes tightly closed. He tried to reach for the glasses again.

"You are not getting me to remove these until you are blindfolded and bound. You shall wear a blindfold until I can trust you not to attempt an escape. What's your name?"

The boy's eyes fluttered slightly.

"Will you not speak to me? Will I have to beat it out of you?"

The boy quickly opened his eyes and stared into the Master's eyes. The Master grabbed his chin.

"Stop trying to control me. You will submit eventually." The Master let the boy's chin go and attached the blindfold to him.

*****

The boy dangled from ropes attached to the ceiling and his wrists. His legs were pulled apart and chained to the floor. His toes were barely touching the floor. His head was hanging limply.

"Why don't you just speak?" Tulip, a young female slave, asked gently as she dabbed his forehead with a wet cloth. "He'll beat you until you do as he says."

Tulip had watched as the Master had beaten the boy until he was so frustrated he had left.

The boy looked up at Tulip, his eyes still closed. He wasn't wearing a blindfold anymore but she was wearing sunglasses. Tulip felt sorry for him, he seemed defeated and helpless.

"Nod your head if you understand me." She said. The boy nodded his head. "You spoke before, so talk to me now!"

The boy dropped his head.

"You want to talk don't you?" 

The boy lifted his head again.

"But you're unable?"

He nodded his head again.

"Why?"

The boy stuck out his tongue towards her sunglasses.

"You want me to take these off?"

The boy smiled.

"If I do, you must promise not to hypnotise me and escape. Nod if you promise."

The boy nodded his head. Tulip took the sunglasses off and waited for the boy. He opened his eyes and made eye contact with her. She froze.

"Put the sunglasses on me." He said quietly. Tulip put the sunglasses onto him. "Wake."

She came out of her daze slowly.

"Did you hypnotise me?" She asked confused.

"My species talk through visual telepathy. We have to see the eyes of the people we want to speak to. When we speak to non-telepathic species we control their actions. If we wear a screen then we can speak without control."

"So you can't speak if we wear glasses or if you wear a blindfold?"

"No."

The Master returned looking angry. He started at Tulip.

"What are you doing?" He demanded.

"He can't talk if he can't see our eyes, Master." Tulip replied.

The Master stood in front of the boy and removed his glasses.

"What is your name?"

"I cannot show you with glasses on. I showed you earlier but you did not understand."

"Don't show me, tell me!"

"My name is a sequence of blinks. It's left half-blink, right half-blink, both eyes half-blink, left half-blink."

The Master laughed.

"I can't call you that. You don't see with your eyes? I noticed when you were escaping, you kept your eyes closed."

"No. We see telepathically." The boy dropped his head, obviously exhausted.

"So how do you see?"

"Master?" Tulip whispered. He turned his head to her. "He's exhausted from the beating and he's probably not eaten for ages."

The Master turned around.

"I know what is best for my slaves. Have I ever left you in a bad state?" He asked angrily.

"No, Master." She looked at the floor.

The Master turned back to the boy.

"Tulip, go get some food prepared for us."

"Yes, Master." The girl quickly left the room.

"Master, Master, Master." The boy said quietly with a smile, when the Master turned back to him. "Master, because you beat them. Master, because you beat them. Master, because you brought them like you buy bread!"

"You do not have slaves on your planet?" The Master asked as he went behind the boy and started untying him. "No answer, boy?" He slapped his ass then returned to stand in front of him.

"No eye-contact. No speech. Oh worthy, Master." He said sarcastically.

"You are certainly for a beating."

"No, 'master'. When I don't talk I get a beating. When you hide your eyes I get a beating."

"One day you will call me Master and mean it."

"I'm not convinced of that."

The Master tied the boy's hands behind his back then sat him on the bed. Tulip returned with a tray. She placed it on a table near the bed. The boy smiled at her as she looked up at him.

"Thank you." He said. Tulip smiled back at him.

"Tulip. Leave." The Master said jealously. He paced in front of the boy then turned to him. "When Tulip took her glasses off, you had the opportunity to escape but instead you told her how to contain you. Why?"

"I promised her I wouldn't escape."

"Do you promise not to escape if I unchain you?"

"I do not."

"Then you won't eat."

"Oh, loving and caring 'master'!" He spat angrily. "I will not submit to you."

"How long can you last without food?"

"How long will you refuse to feed me for?"

***** 

The boy lay flat on the table, his arms tied above his head and his legs secured to the bottom of the table. He was blindfolded and surrounded by strong smelling food. 

"Just promise him, Sequence." Tulip said. "It's been a week, surely not even your species can survive much longer than this."

"Master said not to speak to him." Basil said. "And you're not meant to call him 'Sequence', you're meant to call him 'Bamboo'."

Tulip frowned at him then stood back in the corner.

"It's been a week, Basil, a week with no food. How long could you hold out without food?"

"Five hours" Basil laughed. "I got to eat. Always."

The Master came in and looked at Tulip.

"Anything?"

"No, Master." Tulip heard her back on him and ran a damp cloth over the boy's head.

"Both of you. Leave!" The Master commanded annoyed at Tulip's obvious disobedience.

Tulip and Basil left.

"You're creating a defiant streak in my slaves, Bamboo!"

The boy fidgeted slightly.

"Wish you could talk now? I could easily destroy you. I could remove your eyes."

A smile passed over the boy's features. The Master smacked him in anger. He hated not being able to know what the boy was thinking. He ripped off his sunglasses and at the same time, without thinking, ripped off the boy's blindfold. The boy smiled as the master froze. 

"Untie me, 'master'." The boy laughed. The Master untied him and then lay down on the table and allowed the boy to tie him up. He put the sunglasses on himself. The Master blinked. "You can call me 'Sequence'. I think that's a good enough translation of my name. I'm certainly not called 'Bamboo'. I am not your slave. Now the question is, 'master' should I bring the others in to witness your disgrace or will release me? You see, O, 'master', you have no real power. Your power is based on fear and i don't fear you."

"Let me go."

The boy giggled. 

"How long can you go without food, 'master'?" He teased. "I can go a good six months. Can you?"

"I should have done more research on your species."

"No, you shouldn't have brought me. I was close to the people who stole me. I could've got back home. You need to take me back to that place."

"I will not let you go."

"I have wasted too much time away from my planet. You will never get me to submit. Just cut your losses and let me go. No one would respect you less than they do now."

"You could just hypnotise me and make me do this."

"Can't hypnotise you when I'm not looking at you."

"I can care for you."

"I don't need caring for. I need to go home."

"You have a family?"

"We are all related. We are all connected. I need to warn them about this slave trade."

"No one else from your planet will be taken. You are too much trouble to train and even if you were good slave material; the slave traders who took you were blown off course and their navigation was down. They really have no idea where your planet is."

"They don't know where I'm from?"

"No, if I took you back to the slave market, to the ship yards, would you be able to find your own way back to your planet?"

The boy sighed and looked at the floor.

"You are not my master. You are my jailer." He said sadly.

"Untie me and I will not attempt to restrain you again."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

The boy began untying him.

"What's sex like on your planet?" The Master asked, sitting up and untying his right leg as Sequence undid his left leg.

"Sex?"

"How do you mate?"

"Eggs are produced and fertilized. They are incubated for twenty cycles, we collect the hatch-lings and distribute them amongst the community."

"You don't have intimacy in mating? Mating is all about reproduction for you?" The Master helped himself to food from the tables around them. "Eat if you want."

"What else would mating be about?"

"Pleasure. That's why I brought you."

"You wish to mate with me for pleasure?" The boy examined the food on the table, picking up things and smelling them. The idea that he had been purchased as a sex slave didn't seem to worry him.

"Yes."

"You realise that I am the male of my species?"

"Yes. You must be hungry. You haven't eaten for a week."

"I haven't eaten for three weeks."

"I was stolen three weeks ago. I haven't eaten since I left."

"Why haven't you eaten?"

"I spent five days attempting escape. Four days sedated. A day in isolated. Another four days sedated and seven days with you."

"Eat now."

"To build up my strength for when you decide to mate with me?"

"Always so sarcastic, little one."

"I could easily destroy you." Sequence said echoing the words the Master had spoken to him earlier. He dipped his finger into a garlic sauce and tasted it. He frowned. "Does no one know where I'm from?"

"The traders said somewhere east of here. They were travelling for three weeks until they managed to get back here." 

Sequence nodded slightly.

"I'll find a way to get back."

"Does this food not appeal to you? What would you prefer to eat?"

"I'm not hungry at the moment." Sequence shrugged.

"You will have to eat at some point. I won't let you starve yourself."

"Some fruit will be fine."

"Will fruit be enough."

The boy turned towards the Master and took two steps towards him.

"I haven't eaten for three weeks when I thought there was a chance of getting home. Now I know there is no chance, why should food interest me?"

"Sequence, your life here will not be bad."

"You wish to mate with me, how will it be good?"

"You'll enjoy it, I promise."

"I don't want to be your slave."

"We're getting into a cycle."

"One I'm not sure we can get out of." Sequence held out his wrists to the Master. "I can't submit. Tie me up again before I attempt to escape."

"Let me show you how your life will be. Give me twenty-four hours to care for you and mate with you and then, if you still wish to escape, I shall tie you up. Deal?"

The boy nodded allowing the Master to stroke his hair before following the Master out of the room.

*****

"Do you know what he wants from you, Sequence?" Tulip asked as she washed his hair for him.

Sequence was sat in the bath, sunglasses still on. He shook his head as she was behind him, so he couldn't talk.

"Why have you given in then?" Tulip moved in front of him.

"I can't go home. I don't know where I am. And no-one knows where I'm from. If I am ever to get back home, I need to be able to access information."

"You're still going to try to escape?"

Sequence shrugged then lay back in the water to rinse his hair.

"We'll see how today goes. Maybe I will like it here so much that I do not wish to return to my home planet."

"You're not shy about being naked around me?"

Sequence sat up again.

"Naked? The lack of material on yourself?"

"Yeah, no clothes."

"Don't wear clothes. Don't have them on my planet." Sequence stood up and reached for a towel.

"And you're not scared about tonight?"

"Should I be, Tulip? What does he want from me? He said he wanted to mate with me for pleasure. There is no need to fear mating."

"It will hurt, Sequence. It will hurt for a long time. You see this?" She touched his cock. "He puts his one of these in here." She touched his anus.

"Why?"

"For pleasure. Doesn't that scare you?"

"He promised I'd enjoy it."

"Yes."

"Don't trust him, Sequence." Tulip quickly towel dried his hair. Then she reached for a hair brush and ran it through his hair. "You've got amazing hair."

"Thank you."

"Do all people on your planet have hair this colour?"

"We don't see in colour."

"Tulip, Master wants him now." Basil said from the doorway. 

Tulip sighed.

"Be safe, Sequence." Tulip said as Sequence followed Basil to a bedroom.

"Enjoy yourself, Sequence." Basil smirked as he shut the door.

*****

Sequence was fast asleep on the floor when the Master went into the room. Master smiled and bent down to pick him up. Sequence woke up as the master put him on the bed. 

"Are you still tired, little one? Or shall we try this?" The Master asked him gently. Sequence looked around himself.

"I wondered what this was for." He said, bouncing slightly. 

The Master smiled at him and leaned forward, brushing his lips against Sequence's lips.

"I'll be gentle with you tonight."

Sequence ran the back of his hand over his lips.

"What do you want from me? I feel that this process will change the dynamics of your household. Tulip believes this to be a bad thing, Basil believes that I have given in to you. Have you mated with Tulip?" 

"Tulip is endeared to you. She is beginning to detest me because she feels connected to you."


Sequences Ch. 01



"So have you mated with your slaves?"

"Yes."

"And they are all fearful of you. Does the fear come with the knowledge of this 'pleasure' you offer?"

"How old are you?" 

"Why do you ask?"

"You seem very perceptive. You look very young."

Sequence lay down on the bed.

"Do what you wish to me. Maybe you will break me."

The Master smiled, lay down beside him and kissed Sequence's lips again, he pushed his tongue into Sequence's mouth. Sequence lay still beneath him.

"How do you feel?" The Master asked him, he moved his hand down to Sequence's cock, beginning to pump it.

"Would you blindfold me?"

"No, I want to hear you." The Master moved himself between Sequence's legs, continuing to pump his cock while exploring his anus. "Tell me how you feel."

"I believe I'm scared."

"Why?" Master grabbed a tube of lube from the drawer.

"I believe this to be the tool you use to control your slaves. I think that you will cause me to submit because of this. I think I've been tricked into agreeing to this."

"That's how your mind feels. I want to know about your body." The Master pushed a slick finger into the boy's ass, grinning as the boy gasped, pushing his hips up to meet the Master's finger. "Good boy. Just relax and enjoy it." The Master gently added another finger to his exploration. "Does it hurt?"

"A little."

"You'll get used to it and it will hurt less." The Master removed his fingers and slicked up his cock. "Lift up your legs and rest them on my shoulders."

Sequence frowned at him but raised his legs anyway. The Master moved closer to him and pushed his penis in the boy's ass. Sequence seemed to stop breathing until the Master was fully buried in him.

"You ok?" The Master asked, breathless from holding back from his desire to move within the tight channel. He'd never been concerned for how a slave was feeling when he was fucking them for the first time. Somehow, he wanted Sequence to remain as sarcastic as he was. The Master didn't want to break the boy's spirit.

"Hurts." The boy hissed.

"Soon it'll bring you pleasure, promise." He kissed the boy before pulling his cock out. The boy gasped releasing all his breathe at once and holding it until the Master was deep in him again.

"You need to breathe, little one."

The boy inhaled and exhaled rapidly before arching his back and thrashing about. 

"Relax, Sequence." The Master grabbed his wrists and held him still. "Push out against me, relax and breathe."

"Hurts! You promised!"

"Just relax. I promised." The Master pulled out of him and covered three fingers with lube, using them to apply it in the boy's ass. "You've got to relax." 

"This is how you do it. This is how you control."

"It won't hurt this much if you relaxed. You need to relax. Trust me, I'm not trying to hurt you, I promise."

"This is a carnal process. This is how animals mate." Sequence whispered.

"We are animals. Turn over, hold on here." The Master pointed to the headboard. "You need to stop thinking, Sequence. I'm going to go in again. I'm not going to stop this time if its hurts. You need to get used to it." The Master knelt up behind tugging his own penis before slowly pushing himself back into the boy. He reached around and grabbed Sequence's cock, pulling on it in time with his thrusts. Sequence was silent, not being able to talk while the Master was behind him. The boy tensed and came a few moments before the Master pumped his seed into the tight hole.

"You ok?" The Master asked pulling himself from the boy and collapsing on the bed. 

Sequence lay down on the bed, he turned towards the Master.

"How often will you do that?" The boy sounded breathless.

"More often when you're used to it. It wasn't that bad for you?"

"I'll be resuming escape plans in the morning."

*****

"Last night didn't work out for you then?" Tulip asked.

Sequence lifted his head, his arms were tied above him and his legs were tied to the sides of the box he was kneeling on. He shook his hair out of his face.

"He said he wouldn't hurt me."

"He hurt you, you hurt him You're even. I'll go tell him you're ready to try it again." She stood up.

"I hurt him?"

"By not relaxing, by not trusting him. For saying you were going to try and escape again. He's not trying to control you, not trying to enslave you like he has with the rest of us. Let me get him for you. You'll never get out of this room without him."

Sequence nodded.

"Does he hurt you?"

"No, I trust you. He's a good man, Sequence. You anger him and infuriate him. He's never lost control with anyone other than you." Tulip left the room leaving Sequence to think.

The Master walked in, followed by a slave carrying a tray of food. The slave sat it down in front of the boy and then left as the Master sat down. He picked up a strawberry and put it to the boy's lips. Sequence moved his head.

"What is it?"

"A strawberry. It's sweet. Eat for me."

"I don't eat often. You worry about me too much." Sequence took a bite of the fruit when it became obvious the Master wasn't going to accept a refusal. "What can I call you?"

"What do you mean?" The Master picked up a grape.

"What's your name?" Sequence opened his mouth for the grape.

"You know my name."

"I don't want to call you 'master'."

"I don't want to keep you tied up."

"I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"Becoming fearful. Allowing that emotion to control me."

"I did not give you enough time to adjust. It was my fault." The Master held out a piece of melon to him.

"I don't want to eat."

"Tell me about your people. Tell me how you can evolve such strange abilities. Tell me why you don't eat."

"We evolved on a planet where an industrial life-form already lived. We were not long into our evolution from base life-form to sentient being when there was a nuclear disaster. All life was destroyed on our planet; the other life-form, all animals, all plants and all of my people. There were many incubators of eggs that still survived. The hatchlings of the first few died within hours, days or weeks, and soon plants began to grow again: more and more of the hatchlings survived. More survived over time but out senses were damaged; we lost out sight but other abilities evolved in that toxic environment. Food was limited; those who could survive without food for the longest survived to mate. Year after year, hatchlings developed who hardly ate and they continued to pass on their genes.

The planet itself never fully recovered. Although planets now grow in abundance there are no animals. Occasionally, people from other planets have landed on our planet. We make them forget. We assimilate their knowledge and technology into out matrix and they leave. You say that the slave ship was damaged after a battle. They were probably damaged by us, to help them to forget. They could search but they wouldn't find us again. We plant a device into the navigation systems of ship that find us so that we are invisible to them. The slavers stole me without being on the planet. New technology. We could not stop it. They probably think I'm dead."

The Master sat quietly for a while.

"You didn't know that the devise had been planted? You thought they would know where your planet was?" The Master said, not really asking it a question. He picked up a date and offered it to Sequence.

"Could I have a drink of water, please?"

The Master picked up a glass with a straw in it and put it to the boy's lips.

"Do you think I could untie you?"

"And do what with me?" The boy said without removing his lips from the straw.

"Keep you. Care for you. Let you walk around and do your own thing without worrying that you won't be here when I look for you."

"You should probably keep me tied up."

"You're so stubborn!" The Master stood up and walked behind him. He picked up a whip. "If I thought I could beat you into submission, have no doubt, I would." He walked around in front of him again. "I was surprised when Tulip came to tell me you wanted to see me. I wasn't expecting to see you again. I thought given the choice of life in here or talking to me you'd choose life in here."

"She didn't give me the choice. I woke up, she got you." Sequence pulled on his ropes to attempt to stop the numbness in his shoulders, he winced.

"Should I untie you today?" The Master smiled. "Maybe I'll leave you there until tonight. Maybe you'll be more relaxed tonight."

"We're doing that again tonight?" The boy's head dropped. "Well done, master. Your sex has beaten me."

"Don't be so melodramatic. You are hardly beaten. And you certainly didn't hate it as much as you claim. Do you want me to untie you or not?"

"I did hate it. Please, untie me."

"Promise not to escape in the next forty-eight hours?"

"I promise."

"Good boy. You never did tell me how old you are." The master began untying him.

"It's been twenty-five cycles since my egg was incubated."

"So you've only been hatched for five cycles?"

"Yes."

"My gosh! At what age do you mate for the first time?"

"The sixth summer after hatching."

"You haven't even reached sexual maturity yet! Why did you wait six cycles in a hostile environment?"

"The longer we could go without food, the longer we lived, the later we mated. We believe there was mating as soon as hatching in the early days."

"Can you stand?"

Sequence stood uncertainly on legs that were cramped.

"Bend over that table for me."

"You're going to do it to me now?"

"No, little one. I'm going to make it easier for tonight." The Master lubed his fingers and inserted two into the boy, quickly applying the lube to him. The Master then pulled out an anal plug, lubed it and then pushed it into Sequence's ass.

"Ow." Sequence said without much conviction.

"Hurts does it?" The Master laughed. "Come on, legs get you some clothes."

*****

"My gosh! Who is this boy? He's beautiful." A woman said as she was shown into the office. Sequence was sitting on the floor, blindfolded and reading. He looked up at her.

"This is Sequence. He was a fanciful waste of money."

"Why a waste of money?"

"He can't be trained. He hasn't reached sexual maturity yet. And if you take the blindfold off he hypnotises people and if you leave it on, he can't talk."

The woman laughed.

"I won't be buying one then but he is so beautiful. What is he doing?"

"Learning to read."

"Teaching a slave to read is a useless pursuit, darling. He should be learning to suck you off. How can he read with a blindfold on?" 

"He speaks with his eyes. I haven't worked out how he sees yet."

"He seems well-behaved."

"He's chained to the floor. To what do I owe this visit?"

"I'm having a party next week. Wondered if you and a couple of your toys would like to come? I want to invite your white-haired beauty but I'm afraid of bad behaviour."

Sequence glanced up at her and grinned. She nodded to the Master.

"Yeah, he'd misbehave. I wonder, could I put him on display?"

"How would you display him?" The Master watched Sequence's reaction.

"In a glass box, blindfolded, naked. Hands above his head. Legs spread, in a leg vice, I think. Hard cock, nipple jewels - is he pierced? No, clips will do then. His balls in a ring. He wouldn't need much."

Sequence glanced at the Master and dropped his head back to the book.

"He's scared. Sweet. You could train him with fear."

"He's not scared." The Master said. "He's angry. He wishes he was able to speak."

"Let him."

"Sequence. Keep your eyes closed while I take off your blindfold." The Master said firmly.

Sequence nodded slightly. The Master removed the blindfold and replaced it with a pair of sunglasses.

"The Lady wishes to hear what you think about being on display at her party."

Sequence looked up at her then at the Master then went back to his book. The Lady stood up, went over to him and slapped him.

"I believe in discipline as soon as there is a deviation." She explained. Sequence tilted his head, stared at her and then looked away. The Lady grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at her. "Speak, boy."

Sequence grinned at her then let his body go limp so that she was holding him up by his hair. She let him go.

"He doesn't care about his physical well being!"

"I beat him for four hours the first day I had him. Tried to starve him; after a week I talked to him, found he can go without food for six months. It seems to be more of a punishment to feed him."

"Force feeding will never be an enjoyable punishment." She sat down on the carpet in front of him. "My name is Lady Madeline. I'm a friend of your Master. I own fifty house slaves and four pleasure slaves. Tell me about yourself."

"My name is unsay-able in your language. You can call me Sequence. I'm not a slave."

"Unfortunately, you are a slave. Things will be easier for you if you accept that. Your Master is not a bad man. He keeps lots of slaves very happy. Maybe I won't display you at this party, next time."

"Someone will touch me. Someone will remove the blindfold."

The Lady stood up and looked at the Master.

"I take it that he is a pleasure slave?"

The Master nodded. 

"Your first pleasure slave. He is certainly a fanciful buy. Have you attempted to fuck him yet?"

"Last night. He was in a good mood last night."

"How'd it go?"

"I enjoyed it. He hated it."

Both of them laughed.

"Why did you hate it, little Sequence?"

Sequence frowned at them before looking away.

"You hurt him?" Lady Madeline asked.

"Probably." The Master shrugged. Lady Madeline laughed.

"The poor little thing, he hasn't even reached sexual maturity. Maybe things will get better. I didn't imagine you choosing a male pleasure slave; what with Tulip and everything. I thought you'd take a girl."

"I went for a girl. But I was taken by him."

"I can understand that. How much did he cost?"

"5000."

"5000! My gosh! Expensive even he was a good slave. If I had brought him and found out he was so useless. I would have whored him out by now. You're a lucky boy, Sequence. Anyway, darling, I must go. I'll see you next week. let me know if you'll bring him; I'll prepare a box for him." She kissed the Master gently on each cheek, patted Sequence and left.

"Don't let her put me in a box, please."

"Why shouldn't I? You were rude to her."

"I spoke to her."

"I think it would be better for your credibility as a disobedient slave; if you had to be kept in a box instead of following me around like a good slave."

"You don't have to take me."

"I want to show you off. You're certainly beautiful."

"I'm sorry you wasted your money on me."

"I don't consider it a waste. I enjoy your company."

"We only argue."

"We don't only argue. How about I get you a collar and keep you blindfolded? Will that work for you?"

"Being a slave involves ritual humiliation?"

"Yes. Being a slave means nothing more than being a toy or a pet."

"I really don't know if I can do that."

"You don't really have a choice." The Master went over to him. "Well, you have a choice; you want to wear a collar or do you want to be in a cage?"

"Collar."

"Good boy." 

*****

Sequence sat on the bed watching as the Master ate food being served to him by Tulip. Occasionally, Tulip would glace at him. 

"Do you want to try this, Sequence?" The Master asked.

"What is it?"

"Fish. Fruit of the sea. Try some new foods."

Sequence scooted over to where the Master was sitting. Tulip held a forkful of the fish up to him.

"Do you like it, Tulip?" Sequence asked.

The Master laughed and took the fork from Tulip while wrapping his other arm around Sequence and drawing him closer.

"This is not a democracy, Sequence. Try some because I like it."

Sequence took the fish from the fork and sniffed it. He put it in his mouth.

"Good?"

Sequence shrugged and tried to move out of the Master's grip. The Master shook his head, passing the fork back to Tulip.

"When will you eat again?"

"Next week, just something little; Acaya leaves. Do you have Acaya trees here?"

"Are they vital to you?"

"No. I just like them. I could try different ones."

The Master smiled at him.

"Thank you, Tulip. You may leave now."

Tulip picked up the tray and left the room.

"You like her, Sequence?"

"Am I allowed to?" 

"Of course, maybe I'll let you have sex with her."

"No, I wouldn't want that. I like her. I don't want to control her."

The Master laughed.

"She'll like it. How's your ass feeling? You feel ready for me?"

Sequence lay down on his stomach at the top of the bed.

"Do you want this, Sequence?"

"I want this thing out of me." Sequence said as he turned to face the Master.

"And then what?"

"Whatever you want, Master."

"Master?" The Master kissed the boy's shoulder gently. "That wasn't sarcastic."

"No." 

"So why did you say it?"

"Because its easier to call you 'master' than it is to tell you what I want."

"Come here." The Master lay down and pulled the boy towards him. "You hated last night?"

"Every bit of it."

"And you want me again now?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Please, Master."

"I won't accept you calling me 'Master'. Not yet and certainly not now. If you want me then you've got to tell me why."

"It hurt but." Sequence took a deep breath. "I hated it, but, I need it again."

"You enjoyed it in a strange way?"

"It is a carnal pleasure." Sequence looked into his eyes. "I don't want to be useless. I don't want you to 'whore' me."

"Ah, guilt and fear. Wonderful training instruments." The Master sat up, pulling the boy to sit between his legs, facing him. The boy wriggled, trying to reposition the anal plug. "A few days ago, I wanted you to be fearful. Now, I hate this fear in you. I liked it last night when after a horrible sexual experience you calmly tell me you'll begin your fight again. That was hot. I don't want you rolling over and begging me not to hurt you."

"You like the arguing?"

"Yeah. And I never realised until I met you."

Sequence pulled away from him and stood up at the side of the bed.

"You beat me and attempt to starve me. You mate with me and make me lose all sense of hope, tell me that this is the only way to survive. But really you want me to argue and fight with you. I should've just made you keep me chained." 

"Want me to take that thing out of you?" The Master said with an eyebrow raised.

Sequence raised an eyebrow of his own then took off his sunglasses, the Master froze.

"Take this out of me." Sequence commanded, grinning. This was going to get him into a lot of trouble.

The Master moved forward and gently removed the anal plug from Sequence's ass. Sequence moved to the other side of the bed. He put his sunglasses back on and then gently poked the Master's back. The Master slowly woke from his trance, he turned around to Sequence.

"You hypnotised me."

"Wouldn't want you to get pleasure out of it."

The Master walked toward Sequence, the anger showing clearly in his movements. He grabbed Sequence, shoved him against the wall and kissed him firmly.

"I'm going to tie your hands behind your back and fuck your pretty ass so hard, you won't walk tomorrow." The Master picked Sequence up and threw him on the bed. Sequence bounced over the bed, landing near the pillows. The Master pulled out a length of rope from a drawer. "I'll beat you so bad if you claimed I hurt you tonight."

"Blindfold me then."

The Master slapped him before grabbing his wrist and tying the rope around it then tied it to the elbow of Sequence's other arm. The Master did the same with the other wrist so Sequence's arm were folded behind his back. He lay Sequence down on his back on the bed. Sequence tried to shift himself into a comfortable position.

"Hurts."




Sequences Ch. 01



"You want me to beat you?"

"Didn't say you were hurting me."

"Legs up." The Master grabbed the lube as Sequence brought his legs up to his chest. The Master lubed his fingers and pushed them into Sequence's ass, enjoying the feeling of Sequence's stretched ass. "Still scared, little one?" He asked as he began lubing his cock.

"Last night, your aim was to bring me pleasure and you hurt me. Tonight you would be quite happy to hurt me."

The Master slowly pushed himself into the boy's ass, watching as his face tightened. Sequence was breathing heavily again.

"Breathe properly." The Master slapped Sequence's ass, Sequence jumped, behind his sunglasses, his eyes opened and he let out a scream.

"Want me to make you come? Ask for it, beg for it and I might."

"Come where?"

"I love your nativity, the way you can't understand what I say. Do you want me to touch you?" The Master whispered breathlessly to him, licking Sequence's ear.

"Please touch me."

"Maybe, maybe I'll make you touch yourself later. I'll watch you, you want that?"

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Tease me. Just, please."

"You want me to tease you?"

Sequence threw his head back against the pillows in frustration, unable to explain what he needed anymore. The Master laughed, put his hands on Sequence's shoulders and leaned down to kiss him. He moved one hand down to Sequence's cock, tugging on his firmly.

"Hurts less tonight."

"Good." The Master hissed as he uped his pace both on the boy's cock and in his ass. "Come for me." He hissed as he released himself into Sequence's ass. Sequence's orgasm followed shortly after.

The Master dropped down to lie on top of Sequence.

"You are beautiful. Although you annoy the hell out of me."

"Turns you on more than calling you 'Master'. Can you untie me now?"

"I'm tired, Sequence. I'll untie you when I wake up."

*****

"You're exhausted, Sequence." Basil said, four days later. Tulip, Basil, Thyme and Sequence were alone in the slave room. Sequence was lying on the floor, a book in front of him but he hadn't turned a page for a long time.

"He would be. Masters fucked him every night and beat him every morning. You'll have to give this up soon, Sequence." Thyme responded.

"Give what up? I'm doing everything he wants." Sequence mumbled.

"So why is he beating you everyday?"

"He likes it."

"He suddenly started enjoying beating people when you showed up?" Thyme laughed. "I think he's only beaten me five times in the time I've been here."

"He doesn't have sex with you?"

"No, just once. To assert dominance. But Basil and I, we're here as body guards. You're a sex slave. It's your job."

"Why are you here, Tulip?"

"Master rescued me."

"From what?"

"My last master. He was a horrible man. He would've killed me but Master rescued me, got into a big fight, caused so much trouble, paid far too much for me. Never beat me."

"Master either goes for rare slaves or lost causes."

"You're both." Basil grinned.

"And you two control water?"

"We are water."

Sequence looked at them then turned back to the book.

"Can you read?" Sequence asked.

"I can." Tulip said. "The boys were meant to learn but..?"

"It is not in our nature." Thyme laughed. "Can you read?"

"I can read the words but I don't understand them."

"He'll like you not understanding what you read."

"You're going to this party this weekend aren't you?"

"He says I have to wear a collar and a lead or stay in a glass box."

The other three laughed.

"Take the box. No-one can touch you in a box."

"But I'll be alone."

"That scares you?"

"My people are a community people. It's not good to be alone."

"You can't choose the collar. That would be awful for you."

"He'll choose whatever I don't want."

"Do you hate it here, Sequence." Tulip asked.

"Yes. I wish I could go home. I hate being a slave especially a sex slave." Sequence sighed. "I'd rather be here than anywhere else on this planet."

"You don't like sex with Master?"

"No. What's his name?"

"His name is Master, don't try to call him anything else. I guess if you had sex with someone else you'd realise how good you have it with him." Tulip said firmly.

"I know he's a good man. I know all you guys love him and are grateful to him. I suppose I'm grateful to him as well. Who knows who I would have ended up with if he hadn't have brought me? It's good here. I've got a degree of freedom. I understand all of that but it makes no difference. This isn't my home and it isn't where I want to be."

"You'll get used to it, Sequence." The Master's voice at the door startled them all. Tulip, Basil and Thyme stood up immediately to show respect. Sequence stayed on the floor, looking up at the Master.

"Sequence!" Tulip hissed. "Stand up."

Sequence looked up at her.

"Why?" He asked.

The Master smiled as the three slaves gave Sequence wide-eyed looks. He stepped forward, grabbed Sequence by his hair and pulled him to his feet, on his tiptoes.

"You stand up when I come in a room to show respect."

"Really? I guess I've never had a chance to learn that, what with being tied up every time you've come into a room until now." Sequence replied, not even struggling to get free.

The Master let him go and turned to leave the room.

"Come, Sequence." He said and left.

"He'll beat you, Sequence." Thyme whispered.

"No, he'll mate with me now. Beating comes after sex, sex comes after disobedience, disobedience comes after a beating. We live in a cycle."

"Shouldn't you be following him?"

"It will really anger him if he has to come back for me."

"You want him angry?"

Sequence shrugged and picked up his book, putting it back on the shelf.

"Sequence, for fuck's sake!" The Master returned and grabbed Sequence by his hair, he slapped the boy across the cheek. "Why can't you fucking do as you're fucking told?! Get to the room."

Sequence shook out his hair when the Master let him go before walking to the bedroom. The Master ran a hand through his hair.

"What shall I do with him?"

The three slaves looked at each other. Basil and Thyme moved backwards. Tulip sighed.

"He, obviously, turns you on, Master. You obviously enjoy his company. You're going to fuck him now aren't you? If you like him like I think you do, you should just do what you want to do and if you don't like his disobedience then punish him. But Master, he won't be able to keep up this disobedience forever. This cycle is exhausting him, Master, don't beat him for not being disobedient as well as for being disobedient."

The Master stepped forward and pulled Tulip towards him.

"I won't become like your last owner."

"You're a good man. You care for him."

"Master." Thyme stepped forward. "If you take him to the party make him stay in a box."

"He requested the lead."

"Sometimes slaves do not realise what would be best for them."

"You three always do."

"We know we are slaves."

*****

"Should I not do it in front of the others?" Sequence asked when the Master walked in.

"Stand up, Sequence."

"Why?" Sequence frowned in confusion.

"What did we just talk about? Stand up to show respect."

"You really want me to do that? Even when we're alone?"

"Yes, Sequence. I really want you to do that."

Sequence frowned at him but continued sitting down.

"Are you happy in this cycle, Sequence?"

Sequence shrugged.

"It works. You're not turned on anymore."

The Master could almost see Sequence thinking of away to get him angry again.

"Don't sequence. You have the ability to make me lose control so completely. We can't keep it up forever. One day I'll go too far and you won't recover." The Master undressed and got into the bed. He pulled Sequence in next to him realising Sequence had never properly slept in the bed before. "You're sleepy?"

"Yeah. Are we going to sleep?"

"If you want."

"What do you want?"

"I want your damn respect. I want you to know that you're a slave and even if you call me 'Master', I need you to recognise that I am your Master and that I know what's best for you."

"I don't think I am a slave. At the moment, I am in slavery but I am not a slave."

"Sequence," The Master pulled him closer. "Why aren't you broken? I feel you are close to hopelessness but you don't give up. You can't leave here a free man."

Sequence moved to sit on top of the Master and looked him in the eyes.

"How long do you live for, 'Master'?"

"I hate when you finish a question with 'Master'. We live about eighty years."

"I reach sexual maturity next year. I will be fertile for ten years. When I reach fifty cycles after incubation I will become less mobile, like a tree, but I will live for one thousand cycles and then I will become an incubator. You can only control me for twenty or twenty-five cycles. That's nothing to me. I will be in slavery for just a small time."

"You become a tree?"

"Yes."

"Can you show me?"

Sequence got out of the bed and took off his glasses. He stood still and opened his eyes. When the Master regained consciousness, there was a tree in the middle of the room. Sequences hair was solid and surrounding his head, standing out like fine white branches. His arms and legs were fused into a light brown tree trunk which was smooth to touch.

"Can you talk?"

Sequence opened his eyes and put his sunglasses back on. To the Master it seemed like one moment he was a tree and the next moment he was back to normal.

"I can only talk to other members of my community when I'm like that. I need my eyes to talk to you."

"Why do you become trees?"

"To encourage soil development on our planet. The planet is not stable, we have to stabilise it."

"When we go to the party, I'll put you in a box. I've got a nice outfit for you."

"A box? Is this a new way of breaking me?"

"I only have twenty-five cycles." The Master smiled. "You are certainly full of surprises. Come to bed."

*****

Sequence folded his arms behind his back making it easier for the Master to tie his wrists to his elbows. His head was low meaning his hair was obscuring his face. The Master tied a third length of rope in between the first two.

"That one is so you can be suspended in the box." The Master explained. The Master walked around in front of Sequence, tugged on both nipples at the same time before clipping two nipple clamps with jewels onto them. He tugged on Sequence's cock, then attached a cock ring. Sequence squeezed his eyes closed, he wasn't wearing a blindfold or sunglasses and he didn't want to freeze everyone.

"Like that, Sequence? Should I make you wear one more often?" The Master placed leg cuffs on both of Sequence's ankles. Then he placed a collar around the boy's neck. It had a ring at the front for a lead to be attached to. "I'm going to blindfold you now before I add the anal plug. Don't want you screaming and freezing us all do we?" The Master picked up a blindfold, he put it on Sequence. "You look hot enough to fuck. I'm going to fuck you, then I'm gonna put this thing in you. Bend over the desk."

Sequence moved to the desk and bent over resting his shoulders and cheek on the table.

"Look at that for obedience."

"He's hoping you'll change your mind." Tulip said grimly. "He doesn't need all this. He's stunning enough without it."

"You know I would never beat you, Tulip. You've always been free to tell me what you think without free of me beating you, but I only want your opinion when I ask for it! Hand me the cane, please." 

Tulip gasped, fearful of her first beating. She handed the Master the cane.

"I think its sweet how you care for him." The Master brought then cane down on Sequence's ass, making the boy jump. Tulip jumped as well. "Like that, Tulip?"

"No, Master."

"Lube him up for me. When I've finished I expect that to be covered in your juices ready for him." The Master said indicating the anal plug.

"Yes, Master." Tulip pulled her dress off, it was the only thing she was wearing. She picked up the lube and went over to Sequence. She smoothed her hand gently over the welt on Sequences ass. "I'm sorry, Sequence." She whispered as she began applying the lube to his ass.

Sequence pushed his ass back against Tulip's fingers.

"You like this, Sequence?"

"He loves this, Tulip." The Master pulled Tulip's fingers away from Sequence and pushed himself into Sequence's ass.

Tulip leaned on the desk and started to masturbate with the anal plug.

"You're going to be the central attraction tonight, my little one. No other slave is as beautiful as you." The Master hissed grabbing Sequence's hair and pulling him closer to his cock. Sequence was humping the air. "You're not getting off until after this party." The Master pulled himself out of the boy's ass, pushed him to the floor and shoved his cock towards the boy's mouth. Sequence opened his mouth and stayed still allowing the Master to grab his hair and guide his movements; never once struggling, even when the Master began chocking him with erratic movements. Tulip watched, shocked; this sequence was well behaved. Sequence swallowed the Master's come without any hesitation.

"Back over the desk, Sequence. Tulip, plug him."

Sequence struggled to his feet and bent back over the desk, resuming the same position as the one he was in before. Tulip stood up, took the anal plug and gently began to push it into Sequence's ass. At the end of the plug was a replica horse tail.

"Sexy Sequence. Help him with his shoes, Tulip."

*****

"Well, hello little Sequence!" Lady Madeline grinned at them as she opened the door. "Welcome, Sir. Come in. I have a box ready for him." She led them through a side passage to a room with a curtain at the front and a glass box.

"Have your boys put him in. They can guard him, right here, they have my permission to hit anyone who tries to touch him." 

Basil and Thyme smiled at her and pushed Sequence into the box. It opened at both the front and the back. Thyme threaded a rope through the ring tied to Sequence's arms and then tied it to a hook in the ceiling. Basil clipped his legs into locks at the side of the box. 

"Nose hooks, darlings. Don't want him looking at the floor all night." Lady Madeline called.

"This bit is bad but you are better in the box." Basil whispered to him as he pushed the two hooks into Sequence's nostrils. The hooks were attached to a thin metal wire that hooked to the ceiling, forcing Sequence to keep his head up. Basil moved away and shut the doors, locking both of them and offering the keys to the Master.

"You look after them. They'll be safer with you." Lady Madeline nodded. "If he doesn't realise he's a slave after this, he never will, darling. Nose hooks are demeaning for slaves who can't see, the looks they receive. It will be worse for him, being able to see. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Lets open those curtains."

*****



Sequences Ch. 02



"I know you can see me, you murderous plant life!" A slightly wobbling man said loudly to the box. Ever since he'd seen Sequence, he'd been tossing back shots. "You, you and your disappearing planet! Everyone thought I was mad! I was even beginning to believe I had dreamt it. But now, you turn up, like a spy. What are you going to do?! You killed 39 men! All my crew! I only just survived!"

Thyme moved closer to the man.

"The boy is my Master's slave, Sir. He's harmless."

"Your Master? Where is your Master? I need to warn him."

"Problem, John?" The Master asked coming over to see what the commotion was about.

"You've got to kill him, you've got to destroy that plant. You'll wake up one day and all of this will be a dream. They'll be no evidence of any of this. He'll destroy you! I know; he destroyed me!"

"You've been to his planet, John?" The Master asked quietly.

"Got sucked into some spacial anomaly: invisible ice field. Crash landed on a planet, brown and white: everything brown and white. Millions of trees, brown trunks, white branches, white leaves. Some small, four foot, like him. Others bigger, the biggest had to be twenty foot minimum! Brown dirt, white water, white fruit, brown fruit, white leaves, brown leaves. Everything white and brown. We camp in a clearing in between all the brown and white trees. 

"In the morning, all the small trees, like him, small trees, all around us, close to us, between the tents, everywhere. And then they're all people, one minute: trees, the next: people. And then this voice, like a thought in our heads tells us to leave, to leave and forget. And I wake up. We wake up, on our ship. Twenty of us, injured; ship damaged. Everyone else remembers a fight. I remember them." John turned back to the box. "I remember you. I remember you! They all died but I remember." John turned to the master. "You have to get rid of him. You can't keep him."

"John, how long ago was this?"

"Ten years. Ten - fucking - years."

"He wasn't hatched then, John, he's only been hatched five. Just five cycles. He was caught by a slave ship who found his planet. They've all forgotten but they're not dead. His people, they've changed."

"Five cycles of what? What does a year mean to a planet with two suns? Five cycles of what?"

The Master signalled for Thyme to take John away. The other guests turned to the Master.

"He doesn't look much like a killer." One of them commented looking at Sequence.

"If he was, he would have killed someone by now. He hates being slave but not once has he even attempted violence."

"White and brown though. That's what John has been saying for ten years."

"I don't think he's mad. I think he went to the planet. And they tried to make them forget and failed or something went wrong. Either way, Sequence wasn't part of it and neither is he violent. Look at him."

"John'll try to kill him." Lady Madeline said. "Not even Thyme will be able to stop him, he's upset." Lady Madeline looked at the box. "He can't talk can he?"

"No, he's blindfolded."

"He can hear?"

"Yes, He's heard all of this."

"He's a plant life-form then?"

"Not sure, I think so."

"You should take him home, Daniel." Lady Madeline gently pulled the Master's arm. "Take him home. He's beaten."

****

"You ok, Sequence?" Tulip asked, gently waking him up the next morning. Sequence sat up.

"Where's the master?" He asked.

"He's got to take John, that guy who shouted at you, to talk with the slavers, who caught you. He said I should offer you some leaves because its been five days since you last ate." Tulip pointed at a tray on the bed.

"Thank you, Tulip." Sequence picked up a leaf and sniffed it, then put it back on the tray.

"How was last night for you?" Tulip asked as she watched him experiment.

"I'm a bit stiff, my shoulders and my nose hurts but but I'll be ok."

"Not what I meant. How are you feeling about being a display piece like that?"

"It was probably better than being on a lead." Sequence began eating a leaf.

"You like that one?"

"Yeah, this one is good."

Tulip noted down the leaf he had chosen.

"Surely, last night was awful for you, Sequence. You should be devastated about i. He should have broken you last night. What did he do to you when you got back?"

"Untied me, fucked me. Then we slept."

"Did he say anything to you?"

"Said I'd done well and we'd talk more today."

"Were you there, Sequence, when that ship crashed?"

"I wasn't hatched but we have collective memory. I remember it."

"What happened?"

"They camped on an incubator. Smashed some eggs. We got scared. Fear diminished our control. We did not realise that they did not know what they were doing. We have learnt from our mistakes."

"You didn't mean to kill them?"

"We just wanted to get rid of them as quickly as possible. We didn't realise it would hurt them."

Tulip sighed.

"You said you didn't like sex with Master."

"What makes you think differently?"

"You were practically jumping onto my fingers and begging for him last night."

"I'm a sex slave. Its my job."

Tulip gasped.

"Don't tell him I said that."

"Why not? Its what he wants to know."

"He won't want it if he has it."

"That's the worst logic I have ever heard!" The Master said, laughing as he came in. Tulip stood up as the Master took of his jacket. He turned to find Sequence still on the bed, eating, but watching him. "What is it I won't want if i have, Sequence? Your obedience, your respect?"

Sequence smiled realising the Master hadn't heard his confession. Sequence slid off the bed and stood up. He shook out his hair then sat back down, picking up a leaf. The Master smiled at Sequence's show of partially respect.

"No-one on the lave ship has died. Warnings have been sent out across the sector so hopefully no-one else will interfere with your planet. I'm not sure how long I'll be allowed to keep you. People are scared of you."

"I can't do anything alone. I can't do anything at my age anyway. What will happen t me if they take me away from you?"

The Master waved Tulip to sit down and then sat on the bed himself, pulling Sequence close to him.

"They won't let you live but I won't let them take you. They won't take you if I can prove you're obedient."

"How will they kill me?"

"Could you find your own way home?" The Master asked choosing to disregard Sequence's question.

"No. Surely, my obedience was proved last night?"

"No, but we shall prove it tonight."

"Tonight?" Tulip asked.

"Some guys are coming round. Sequence, you've got to be good tonight."

"Blindfolded?"

"Yes, but not tied up. Serving us with Tulip."

"You won't let them hurt me?"

The Master shrugged.

"It may be necessary."

****

Sequence carried a tray of drinks round to each of the six men in the room. He went to John last, he put a drink down on the table near to John and then moved away from him. Sequence was naked apart from his blindfold. He left the tray on the bar and went to stand behind the Master. Tulip handed out cakes to the guests. 

"He seems well behaved. He seems a sweet boy."

"He's up to something." John said, watching Sequence. 

"John, calm. He wasn't even born or whatever." Another man said.

"Hatched; from an egg."

John shook his head. 

"He's a fucking tree."

"The poor lad seems scared by this whole thing. Come here, boy. What's with the name 'Sequence', anyway?" He asked the master as Sequence went over to him.

"Couldn't name him after a plant, could I?"

The man pulled Sequence down onto his lap and began caressing him.

"He's never attempted to hurt you?"

"No, hes never hurt anyone. Even when he was trying to escape. He hypnotises but he's never hurt anyone."

"Has he hypnotised you?"

"Once."

"What did you do to punish him?"

"Fucked him, beat him."

"Starved him?"

"Doesn't work. He can go six months without food."

"What's he like in bed?" The man groping Sequence asked.

"He's awesome." The Master smiled.

"How much for a night with him?" Another man asked.

"You couldn't handle him! Look at him!" The groping man lifted Sequence up and held him by his chin. "Look at how he holds himself. Pride, no shame. He'll break you."

The other guys laughed.

"I could handle him. How much for me to have a night with him?"

"Why don't you ask him?" The Master said, taking a cake from Tulip.

"He needs the blindfold taken off to talk, right?"

"Yeah."

The groper removed Sequence's blindfold.

"So, Sequence, how would you like a night with me?"

Sequence glanced over at the Master. The man grabbed Sequence's chin and forced him to look at him again.

"Not talking, boy?" The man slapped him. "I have no problem beating you before I fuck you!" 

Sequence frowned and shuddered slightly but kept his eyes tightly shut.

"This is not the best show of obedience I have ever seen." The man grabbed Sequence's hair and then pinched his nipple. The man brought out a knife and began cutting Sequence's chest.

"Master." Tulip whispered gently as the man's abuse of Sequence became more severe.

"Did I forget to mention that he talks with his eyes and if he opens his eyes while not wearing sunglasses, he'll hypnotise us all?"

The men turned to Sequence.

"How long would he have let me continue to beat him? " The man picked Sequence off the floor.

"I don't know. Tulip, go get a washcloth and clean him up for us."

Tulip left the room.

"She can't stand him getting hurt."

"That's understandable. He is remarkably beautiful and innocent. I'm surprised you let him damage the boy."

"He heals well." The Master smiled as Tulip returned to tent to Sequence. "I worry that she is too attached."

"I'll take her off your hands for a while, teach her some new tricks."

Sequence looked up at Tulip as she dabbed the cloth over a knife cut. She looked at his closed eyes, knowing he could see her then looked away.

"Nar, I'll deal with it. Tulip, put the blindfold back on Sequence then take him to the slave room. Send Thyme and Basil up. We're going to the slave market."

****

"You in much pain, Sequence?" Tulip asked replacing his blindfold with sunglasses.

"Not much. Do you think he'll beat you?" 

"He never has. I am too attached to you though. I hated it so much today. All those guys, lusting after you, beating you, discussing you like that."

"That's what being a sex slave is like isn't it? Ritual humiliation."

Tulip sighed.

"I guess I don't like seeing this side of Master. You're his only sex slave. Sex slavery involves humiliation because they use you to fulfil all their sexual desire wherever or whenever they desire. The whole idea of it is humiliating. He's never done anything to demean the rest of us. With you." Tulip shrugged. "I hate it."

Sequence lay out flat on the floor.

"Is he important? In this society, is he important?"

"Very important. A prince. Without his power you'd be killed. You add glamour and mystery to him. And you're dangerous, so it proves how powerful he is."

"I'm not dangerous."

"Everyone thinks you are. You're scary."

"Do I scare you?"

"No."

"Does he scare you?"

"Yes. Does he scare you?"

"Yes."

"You've been good for him today. Did the box hurt you, break you?"

"No. Ive been scared today. Need to live."

"Why? You hate it here."

"I have to get home."

"I thought you'd given that up."

"I have an insatiable desire to mate. I have to do it, I have to get back."

"Do you mate for life?"

"We mate as a community. Those who are sexually mature turn to trees. Those who aren't collect the eggs. When all the eggs are collected we place them around the base of permanent trees. Then the sexually mature fertilise the eggs and we build the incubators around them.

"Wow. So how many eggs do you produce?"

"About 50 each."

"50 each! Do all of them hatch?"

"Pretty much. At the moment all the conditions are right for complete harvests. If resources became limited less would hatch."

"Any you have to do this?"

"At least once. I have to get back there."

"Master won't let you."

"Ill do it without his permission."

"Don't want you hurt. Don't want you to leave us either."

Sequence sat up then moved to sit next to Tulip. He hugged her.

"I have to do this, Tulip."

****

The Master smiled as he looked down on the sleeping figures of Tulip and Sequence. Tulip was curled around Sequence, both of them snuggled into Tulip's single bed in the slave room. The Master gently roused Tulip, careful not to wake Sequence. Tulip pulled herself out of the bed, allowed the Master to wrap a blanket around her and lead her to the hallway outside of a readying room.

"I brought a new slave. A girl. Repossession. In pretty awful condition. Her last owner has been jailed. There's no point me trying to do anything with her; she might be damaged beyond repair, worth a try though." The Master sighed. "Get a couple of other girls to help you and get her cleaned and let her sleep. She'll need a hair cut and dental work: general clean up. Tomorrow you can do that."

"Always going for the lost cause, Master." Tulip smiled. "I like that about you. She'll be a general slave?"

"Yes. She was a sex slave, so keep her away from boys at the moment. Choose a good name for her; something pretty and positive, strong and unique." The Master cupped Tulip's chin. "Are you ok to do this?"

"Yes, Master, I want to."

"If it gets too much for you, I'll get someone else to do it."

"I'll be ok, Master."

"Good girl." The Master kissed her forehead, handed her the keys and left her to get on with job. He returned to the slave room where Sequence was still sleeping. He picked Sequence up from the bed, making sure that he was still wrapped in the blanket, and carried him to the video room. The Master sat down with Sequence on his lap and switched on the video monitor.

Tulip was running a bath, explaining every movement she made to the girl. The girl was still in the cage, even though the door was open. Tulip moved away from the bath, allowing the girl the time she needed to slowly creep out of the cage and get into the bath. The Master shook his head in disgust at her previous owner; the girl was branded and tattooed all over her body, there were old scars and whip marks all over her.

Sequence turned in his sleep, making the Master smile at him. The Master ran his hand through Sequence's hair, looking back at the screen to see Tulip washing the girl's hair. Sequence stretched and sat up, looking at the screen.

"I brought you a present, little one. Got it made especially for you." The Master untied Sequence's blindfold and picked up a small piece of elasticated fabric. He pulled it over Sequence's head, down to his neck, pulled Sequence's hair over the top of it. The Master pulled the fabric back up to Sequence's eyes. Built into the fabric was a tinted piece of flexible fabric: it was like a blindfold with built in sunglasses. Sequence smiled.

"So now I can talk with comfort?" Sequence said then kissed the Master. "Thank you. A new slave?"

"A lost cause, I fear. She was taken from her last owner. He's probably destroyed her. I've given her to Tulip."

"To take Tulip's mind off me?"

"Smart boy. Stand up, turn around." The Master pushed Sequence from his lap and removed his own clothes. He sat down pulled Sequence down, straight onto his cock. Sequence sucked in air at the suddenness of the un-lubricated intrusion, he threw his head back onto the Master's shoulder as the Master began raising his hips and pushing his cock into Sequence's ass.

"Put your feet up on the desk." The Master directed, setting up a fast pace as his pre-come added necessary lubrication. "Touch yourself."

Sequence began rubbing his cock in time with the Master's pace.

"You're so hot. Love it when I'm in your ass, when I come in your ass. Love to know you love it too." The Master shot his load deep into Sequence's ass then grabbed Sequence's cock and made him come too. The Master held Sequence close to him ad he drifted off to sleep.

****

The Master woke up to the sound of tapping. He opened his eyes, wondering why Sequence was no longer on his lap. He turned slowly to see Sequence sitting at a computer, facing away from him.

"What are you doing?" The Master took the two steps to where Sequence was, pulling Sequence away from the computer as the boy attempted to close the web pages. "What are these?" The Master clicked through the pages. "Is this your home planet? You found its location? You're still trying to escape!" The Master grabbed Sequence's arm, pulling him close to him and slapping him. "I thought you were happy here now. My gosh, Sequence! What do I have to do to keep you here?! If you're so unhappy here how about I sell you to someone else?"

"I don't want to leave!" Sequence suddenly seemed taller. The Master felt himself pushed against the wall. Sequence's arm was much longer than it should have been. "I need to mate. I need to get back, just once, I have to mate. You have to let me!"

Sequence changed back to his normal appearance as suddenly as he'd become weird looking. The Master found himself back by the computer, holding Sequence up by his arm. The Master picked Sequence up.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Optical illusion. Defence mechanism for when I'm stressed. I'm sorry."

"Did you grow?" The Master sat down with Sequence on his lap."

"No, you just thought I did. It's a mini-hypnotic thing."

"I'm going to beat you, Sequence, like I never have before."

"I'm sorry. It was accidental."

"You got angry at me. I can't allow that."

Sequence nodded. 

"I understand. I'm sorry."

"You need to mate, Sequence? All this fuss for sex?"

"Not sex. Mating for the first time completes the first stage of development. If I don't do it, I'll lose control. I'll become dangerous. I have to mate and I can't do it here."

"Just once?"

"Just once." Sequence nodded.

"Next year?"

"In the next cycle." Sequence took the Master to the computer screen. "About six months until my sixth summer after hatching, but we're close to my planet. Only a couple of weeks away from it. Mating takes about two weeks; just six weeks. I'd come back. Look." Sequence pointed at the screen again. "You can tag me. Then you can transport me back if I fail to return. Give me three weeks on the planet, just to be sure." Sequence pleaded with the Master.

"I'll consider it. Go and wait in the basement while I check on Tulip.

****

Sequence sucked air in deeply, waiting for the next hit of the whip. His ankles were tied to the front legs of a chair and his wrists were tied to the top of the back legs. Another rope was tightly tied around his balls and looped through a ceiling hook, pulling his ass from the chair. The other end of the rope was tied around his neck. Each movement he made either pulled his balls further from his body or caused the rope around his neck to tighten. Another blow hit his legs. Sequence screamed.

"I suppose the good thing is that I don't have to worry about you getting kidnapped if I take you out."

"I can't hurt anyone."

"No, but you can scare them." The Master brought down the whip on Sequence again. "So, you don't want to leave now?"

Sequence wriggled slightly, trying to loosen the rope around his neck.

"Couldn't now. I'm connected here; it would hurt as much to lose this connection as it does losing the one to my planet." Sequence jumped as the whip hit him again. "I'm sorry, Master."

The Master gasped at the sincerity in Sequence's voice.

"What did you say?"

"I said I was sorry."

"Was that all you said?"

"That was all I said."

The Master smiled.

"Now Sequence, either you tell me what you said or you'll stay like that for the rest of the night?"




Sequences Ch. 02



"Called you 'Master'." Sequence whispered.

The Master stroked Sequence's head.

"Means a lot to me." The Master began untying Sequence gently soothing him. "Let's sleep."

****

"Daffodil, this is Sequence. He's Masters sex slave." Tulip said holding Sequence's hand tightly. "Sequence, you sit there. Don't move ok?" Tulip let go of his hand as Sequence sat on the floor near a wardrobe.

"Whys he blindfolded?" Daffodil asked from the other side of the room.

"He talks with his eyes. He needs the blindfold to control it with people who are a different species."

"Why is he here?"

"Though you might like some company while I'm working and Sequence's duties take place mainly at night." Tulip grinned at Sequence. "If you want him to leave he will 'cause he's more scared of me than he is of Master."

Sequence nodded.

"You're going to leave him alone with me?"

"Only 'til he comes back." Sequence said. "He doesn't know I'm here. You're not meant to talk to boys and I'm only meant to talk to scary women."

Daffodil laughed.

"I can be scary."

"Good. I'll fetch you when Master gets back, Sequence." Tulip smiled and left them alone.

Daffodil smiled at him.

"You don't have to sit on the floor, Sequence. You can move if you want."

"Would you mind if I took a bath? Tulip kidnapped me before I could take one."

"No, go ahead."

Sequence stood up and went over to the bath and began to run the water.

"Do you like your Master? Is he good to you?" Daffodil asked watching him.

"He's a good man. Surely, Tulip has told you about him?"

"But you're a sex slave. Its different for you."

Sequence got into the bath tub.

"He's my first owner. I was stolen from my planet and he brought me. I kept trying to escape. Before him, I didn't even know what sex was. Now I'm a sex slave. If anyone should hate him, it should be me but I don't." Sequence sighed. "When I first came everyone told me he was a good man and that I should stop making him angry but it meant nothing to me. Had to work it out for myself. You've got to think about how he's treated you."

"I haven't seen him since he brought me."

"Exactly." Sequence lay in the bath, rinsing the shampoo from his hair.

"Do you normally wash your own hair?" Daffodil asked suddenly changing the subject.

"Since I've been here Tulip has been washing it. Back home, the rain took care of it. Why?"

Daffodil moved closer to him.

"You're rubbish at it. Do you want me to help you?"

Sequence smiled and nodded.

"You weren't lying when you said you could be scary!" He said.

"I used to be a sex slave, before I came here. Tulip says I won't be anymore. I think that's a good thing. I think sex holds too many bad memories for me. He was always quite aggressive. With everyone, not just me. I think I was better treated than the others." Daffodil used a cup to rinse Sequence's hair. "He hasn't branded you. Do you think he will? Has he with any of the others? You're the only one I've seen naked around here."

"I don't like clothes. Tulip dresses me up sometimes. Branding? I haven't seen any evidence of branding."

"I'm branded. I hate them. I think its evil to brand someone. Especially if they don't want it. I don't want to be naked around here."

Sequence looked over her.

"You're pretty. Thank you for washing my hair." He got out of the bath and began drying himself. Daffodil dried his hair for him.

"I feel that Tulip is the Master's favourite?"

"Definitely. He rescued her. More rescued than you. He saw her owner mistreating her, beat him up and brought her from him."

"I didn't know that. You're not jealous of her being his favourite although you're his sex slave?"

"After him, I obey Tulip."

Daffodil laughed as Tulip opened the door.

"Its good to see you laughing." Tulip said. "Master's caught us though, Sequence, he's outside."

"How did he catch us?"

"He came in the back way and went to the video room first."

"Will he beat you?" Daffodil asked.

"Not if I blame, Tulip."

"He won't beat anyone. He'll fuck you." Tulip said to Sequence.

Sequence smiled then gasped, his eyes widening.

"Oh my gosh! I was meant to enema before he got home! I'm in so much trouble. I was going to be good today. I'll come see you again, Daffodil."

"Even if he beats you?"

"Depends how good the beating is." Sequence giggled and left.

The Master grabbed Sequence as soon as he left the room.

"Did I say you could talk with her?"

"Tulip said it would be a good idea."

"Did it work, Tulip?"

"I think so, Master. They were laughing together."

"I take it you haven't enema-ed this morning?"

Sequence dropped his head.

"Don't beat him, please?" Daffodil said peeking around the door.

The Master turned to her.

"And what is your name, young lady?"

"Tulip calls me 'Daffodil'"

"Do you like the name?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you've had a good time with my sex slave?"

"Yes, Sir." Daffodil's voice quivered.

"He's told you that I am stern and cruel?"

Daffodil smiled and shook her head. The Master cupped Sequence's chin and smiled at him.

"He's obviously lying! You do not have to stay in the room. You can work with Tulip or stay with Sequence since you like him but you must ensure he does his tasks. Sequence, go. I hope to see you around, Daffodil."

Sequence smiled at Daffodil, before running off to his room when the Master slapped his ass. The Master followed him slowly.

"He seems nice, Tulip."

"Master or Sequence?"

"Both. Sequence is funny."

"Sequence enjoys getting in trouble. He pushes Master to beat him. He's beautiful, though. I'm taken with him, so I have to be careful or he'll get me into trouble."

"Can I come with you today?"

"Sure. Sequence will find us in a bit, I'm sure."

****

"What was the beating for this morning?" Daffodil asked a week later as Tulip and she were sweeping the hall. Sequence was laying on a window ledge watching them. He grinned.

"Nothing. I've been so good all week!"

"Sequence, to days ago Master asked you to go to the kitchen and get fruit. You came back with chocolate."

"Everyone prefers chocolate."

"We shouldn't have introduced you to it!"

"I'm glad you did." Sequence grinned.

"Ok, so what kind of good work did you do to get a beating?"

"Said I didn't want to have sex with either of you."

"Why not?" Daffodil stopped sweeping, put her hand on her hip and stared at him. "Thought you thought I was pretty."

"I do. I like you."

"But not enough to have sex with us?" Tulip asked.

"I like you too much to have sex with you! Gosh! You two should be on my side!"

Daffodil scanned Sequence's body.

"You walk around, naked all the time. I'd love to have sex with you!"

Sequence frowned and stood up.

"Girls confuse me! You'll have to beat me as well!" Sequence walked off.

"Poor kid, maybe we shouldn't tease him so much." Daffodil laughed.

"If we end up having to sleep with him. I'm going to blame you!"

****

"Tulip, Daffodil. Come sit down please." The Master said going into the slave room. The two girls sat down in front of him. "Don't tease Sequence. Its not nice. I have a good mind to punish both of you making you sleep with a guy who likes girls."

Tulip bit her lip, trying not to laugh.

"If you laugh, I will go through with that threat! What do you have to say about this?"

"He shouldn't be disobeying you, Master." Daffodil said.

"So you'll volunteer to sleep with him?"

Daffodil frowned.

"You really want him to sleep with one of us?"

"The kid has only been with me. He doesn't even know what sex is in reference to girls. And he likes you two and you both like him. I'd like him to experience sex with girls."

"We could do it together." Tulip suggested. Daffodil nodded.

"Next week. he'll probably have to be tied up."

"I'd sleep with them without being tied up." Thyme grumbled from behind them. "Sequence doesn't realise how lucky he is."

****

Sequence's arms were tied to the top of the bed and his feet were tied to the bottom. He was wearing his new blindfold, had an anal plug in and a cock ring on.

"Don't be so selfish, Sequence. You are my sex slave and I control you. These girls, they need their confidence raising, they need to be in control in sex and you are perfect for the job. You'll like it and even if you don't, you're going to pretend you do and not change how you act around them. Do you understand me, Sequence?"

Sequence nodded.

"I understand. It won't change anything. Its always been you, then Tulip, then me. Daffodil work under Tulip's authority. This will just enforce the rule. It'll be ok."

The Master kissed Sequence.

"You're my favourite, Sequence. And I'm sure you'll enjoy this."

"Tulip is your favourite."

"Tulip is an amazing girl but no, you're my favourite, I promise you are."

"Wow." Sequence's eyes stayed open longer than necessary.

"Now, keep that a secret and be good for these girls." The Master left then returned with Tulip and Daffodil.

"Why are we so unattractive to you, Sequence?" Daffodil asked going over to the bed.

"Don't have females like you on my planet?"

"What are females like then?"

"Trees."

Tulip bent down to kiss Sequence, he turned his head away so that her lips met his cheeks.

"Sequence, be nice." The Master said sitting on a chair by the wall.

"Are you staying, Master?"

"Yeah, wouldn't miss this for the world."

"Ok. Come on, Sequence. Don't be silly. It'll be nice." Tulip said. Sequence kept his eyes closed tightly as Tulip began to rub lube over his cock.

"Its less painful, Sequence." Daffodil whispered, licking Sequence's neck. Sequence shuddered. "You go first, Tulip."

"Sure." Tulip lifted her dress around her waist and straddled Sequence's chest. She bent forward and kissed his chest before lifting herself onto Sequence's cock.

The Master smiled as he realised that Sequence was holding his breathe like he had when the Master fucked him.

Daffodil sat in front of Tulip on Sequence and began kissing her while lightly flicking Tulip's clit. When Tulip came, Daffodil moved forward, implanting herself on Sequence's cock facing away from him. Tulip pulled on Sequence's balls.

"Shall I take off the ring, Master? Let him come?" She asked.

"No. I'll fuck him after."

Tulip let go of Sequence's balls and concentrated on Daffodil, intent on making her come. Daffodil screamed as she came, she let herself fall forward.

"That was hot." She said, kissing Sequence's leg.

"Totally." The Master agreed.

The girls smiled at him.

"Did you like it, Sequence?" Tulip asked.

Sequence shrugged.

"Tulip, that's an unfair question. He doesn't like anything. How much do you want to escape, Sequence?" The Master asked. The girls laughed.

"I don't. I want to come." Sequence whispered.

"There we go, a positive result. I'll talk to you girls later. Sequence will probably come and watch you work later."

The girls left the Master and Sequence alone. The Master untied Sequence's legs from the bottom of the bed and retied them to the top of the bed, near Sequence's hands.

"Beautiful Sequence. That was so hot watching those girls find pleasure in you. So hot watching you with someone else." The Master gently tugged out the anal plug and pushed two fingers into the boy's ass. "I know you hated it. That's what made it so good to watch." The Master pulled his fingers out and offered them to Sequence to suck. Sequence opened his mouth and accepted his fingers.

"It's better with you." Sequence spoke while sucking on the fingers. "Fuck me."

"Ask properly." The Master smiled as he removed the cock ring and rubbed his fingers over Sequence's balls.

"Fuck me, Master."

"Love it when you call me 'Master'; when you mean it." The Master pushed his cock into Sequence's ass, gripping Sequence's balls tightly. Sequence screamed and attempted to wriggle closer to the Master. "Come, Sequence. Come for me, let me feel it." The Master let Sequence's balls go and held himself deeply inside Sequence's ass as the boy came. The Master rode through the orgasm and then pulled his cock out, aiming himself at Sequence's face. Sequence opened his mouth wide and received the Master's come on his face and in his mouth. 

****

Sequence was sitting on a window ledge, wearing a pair of white shorts, reading a book when the girls went into the room; he didn't look up at them.

"You ok, Sequence?" Tulip asked, going over to him.

"Would you hate me if I said I hated it?"

Tulip hugged him.

"Could never hate you, sweetie. You hate it more than you do with Master?"

Sequence nodded.

"Why?" Daffodil asked.

"Didn't hurt." Sequence grinned at them.

"You're so naughty, Sequence! We're trying to give you a good time and you want pain! We could have hurt you!" Tulip pinched him before going back to her cleaning. "Why are you wearing shorts?"

"He asked me to."

"You back to being good?"

"I'm worried he won't let me go back."

"I wouldn't. I wouldn't trust you to come back."

"I've said he can tag me."

"When you turn into a tree you could remove any tag." Tulip said.

"Are you a girl when you're a tree?"

Sequence smiled and nodded.

"No wonder the Master loves you." Daffodil ruffed Sequence's hair. "He'll let you go, Sequence. Even if he doesn't think you'll come back, he'll let you go. He loves you, Sequence."

Sequence turned away from her and looked out of the window then threw his head back against the wall.

"I miss home."

Tulip stopped working and went over to him.

"Sequence." She hugged him. "You're going to stay there aren't you?"

Sequence shook his head against her shoulder. He moved back to make eye contact.

"I'll come back because I've promised to. I have to. I'll come back and I'll like it here, being with you guys and with him but I'll always miss home. If I stay there, I'll miss you too much. I'll come back."

"What do you miss about it? The people?"

"No. They're like me. I can't miss myself. I miss being able to see things properly, I miss understanding. I guess I miss knowing everyone else and what they're thinking. I can't hear people's thoughts here, or see everything. It's all hidden here. Its more interesting, more complicated."

"You hear each others' thoughts?"

Sequence frowned.

"We're like bees." He said. "Yeah, like bees. Connected to each other. All working together together. Its not good to be alone."

"You're alone."

"I have you guys." Sequence stood up. "I can't hear your thoughts but I'm connected to you." He stood by the door.

"Hey, Sequence." The Master patted Sequence's head as he entered the room. "Girls, I asked you to tidy this room up. There's still dust sheets over all the furniture. Come on. We've got guests coming tomorrow and this isn't good enough. Sequence, open that cupboard and choose whatever takes your fancy."

"Master." Daffodil whispered as Sequence opened the cupboard and pulled out a horse whip. Sequence grinned at Daffodil as he handed it to the Master.

"Yes, Daffodil?"

Daffodil looked at the floor, nervously.

"Tell me, Daffodil. Has Sequence been distracting you or have you just been lazy?"

Daffodil looked up at the Master and then at Sequence, who was biting his bottom lip to stop himself grinning.

"Lazy, Master." She whispered.

"Really? Ok, Sequence, turn around."

Sequence turned his back on the Master and barely flinched as the first stroke landed between his shoulder blades. His head dropped and jumped after the second stroke.

"Stand still, Sequence. You knew what was going to happen and you chose the whip."

"Master won't beat us, Daffodil. He'll only ever beat Sequence to punish us." Tulip explained, wincing at the whip marks.

Sequence jumped again at the third and fourth strokes.

"Why'd you choose the whip if you knew that, Sequence?" Daffodil asked going over to him and hugging him.

"Never had it, normally get the cane." He said breathing deeply.

"Idiot!" The Master said affectionately. "Girls, get this room tidied. I'll take Sequence away."

"He could help." Tulip suggested.

"I just took a beating for you two! That's enough help." Sequence smiled at them and then followed the Master out of the room.

"Master never beats you?" Daffodil asked as they began tidying.

"No. Never. He won't beat you either. Like he doesn't have sex with us."

"Because we're damaged?"

"Because we've had bad experiences."

"And he beats Sequence because we care too much for him. It hurts us to see him beaten."

"Yeah but he seems to like it."

"The freak."

"Yeah but he's beautiful."

****

"You look beautiful." The Master said, sitting on the bed looking at Sequence.

Sequence was wearing a young gown.

"Its a females outfit isn't it?"

"No, its unisex."

"Unisex?"

"For males and females."

"Do I have to wear this often?"

"No, just tomorrow."

"Why?"

"An important meeting. Don't worry about it, little one. Try on the shoes. Lets see if you walk in them."

"These are definitely female."

"Yeah, they'll make you taller."

"Will it be scary tomorrow?"

"Everything scares you. Shoes please."

Sequence braced himself on a wall as he slipped into the shoes. He wobbled over to the cupboard.

"Don't like them." He said.

"You'll be fine. You can hold onto me."

"May I take them off now?"

"No. You can take the robe off but keep the shoes on for practise. When did you last eat? You want something?"

Sequence took the robe off and put it back on its hanger. He smiled as he went over to the bed.

"Master, I know where the leaves are kept. You shown me and you've told all the kitchen slaves as well. When I want food, I get food."

"When did you last eat then?"

"This morning. I had some grapes."

"How many?"

"About twenty. Master, I'm ok here."

"I'm just checking. That's my job. Come on, walk me to my office in the shoes and I'll let you take them off while you suck me off, deal?"

Sequence frowned slightly.

"Do you want to come quickly?"

"Not particularly. I'm quite sated."

"Deal then." Sequence smiled at him.

****

"Pretty shoes." Thyme commented to Sequence as he and Basil returned to the slave room that evening.

"Thanks." Sequence frowned at him. "They're girl's shoes. I can't walk in them."

"Master making you a girl for tomorrow." Basil said slowly.

"Whats happening tomorrow?"

"You'll find out tomorrow." Thyme said smugly.

Sequence lay back on Tulip's bed next to the two girls.

"I should be the favourite! I should know whats going on more than anyone else. I should be able to know."

The other four slaves laughed at him.

"Wrong species, Sequence." 

"Poor thing. Not knowing everything."

Sequence frowned at them.

"Why don't you just tell me whats going on and we'll all be happy."

"Cause you're a rubbish liar and Master will know."

"I can lie!"

"No, you can't. We had to tell you what lying was!"

Sequence sat up, placing his feet on the floor. He sucked in air loudly.

"I'll tell him I forced you to tell me. He'll beat me and everything will be fine."

"You force me? Yeah, right." Thyme scoffed. " No - one would believe that. I could snap you with one hand."

Sequence smiled, opening his eyes and started at Thyme. Thyme attempted to move backwards and fell off the bed as Sequence's arm seemed to move towards him as if to strangle him. The others gazed at him.

"Whats up, Thyme?" Daffodil asked.

Thyme looked over at Sequence.

"Master, he'll put you down. When he finds out, he'll put you down."

"Finds out what? Whats going on?"

"He tried to strangle me!"

"From over here?" Tulip asked sceptically.

"Yeah."

Sequence gazed innocently at him.

"You must have visualised my thoughts. We must be closer connected than I thought."




Sequences Ch. 02



"So you want to kill me?"

"Desire and ability are two different things."

"Yeah?" Thyme stood up and walked over to Sequence. "I process both!" Thyme wrapped his hands around Sequence's neck .

"Thyme! Stop it!" Tulip screamed trying to push Thyme away from Sequence.

Sequence struggled under Thyme and managed to get his arms free to pull off the blindfold. Thyme froze, Sequence closed his eyes quickly before anyone else froze.

"My gosh! Whats going on?!" Daffodil asked. She'd never seen Sequence hypnotise anyone before. 

Tulip pushed Sequence's fabric glasses back over his eyes.

"Thyme, let me go." Sequence said quietly.

Thyme moved away from him, still half - hypnotised. He looked around blankly.

"You better run, Sequence, before he fully wakes up." Tulip said.

Basil stood up.

"You hurt, Thyme."

Sequence looked at him then took off his shoes. As he ran into the corridor, Thyme fully recovered and followed him with Basil. Sequence ran to the Master's office.

"Sequence? Whats wrong?"

Sequence ran behind the Master's desk and crouched behind the desk. Thyme and Basil burst in. Basil stopped by the door but Thyme continued in anger.

"Thyme, stop." The Master stood up.

"Gonna kill him, Master. Gonna kill him."

The Master pulled out a tazier gun and shot Thyme causing small droplets of water to run from him. Thyme screamed and stopped, breathing heavily.

"What happened, Thyme?"

"He, he. I don't know. He said I saw his thoughts. I thought he was trying to strangle me."

"Sequence, did you alter his image of you?" The Master looked down at Sequence.

"I had to hypnotise him to stop him killing me." Sequence said.

"Thyme, go and calm down. I'll see to Sequence."

"Yes, Master." Thyme left the room followed by Basil.

"What happened, Sequence?" The Master sat down pulling Sequence onto his lap.

"Everyone knows whats going on tomorrow. I want to know! I could lie to you if I wanted; I could. They don't know what they're talking about. And I did scare him and he didn't snap me. Not even with two hands. He's not so tough! I want to know. Why do they all know and I don't? You said I was your favourite!"

The Master picked Sequence up and put him on the desk.

"I decide what you know and what you don't." The Master stood up. "Maybe I'll call Thyme back in and let him beat you, you deserve it."

"I don't like not knowing, Master. They said you were making me a girl for tomorrow."

"And so what if I am? You're mine, I decide what you do, where you go and who you are, if necessary. Lie down."

Sequence lay down on the desk.

"It feels like they're all superior to me."

"It doesn't fucking matter. You are the only one I fuck. They are slaves. You are mine." The Master opened a drawer. "This is a penis extender. I don't use it often. You see when I put it on, it will make me longer and thicker. Maybe it'll help you remember the first time I fucked you. Maybe it'll remind you who I am."

"I still remember, Master." Sequence's voice trembled.

"If you remember then why are you so jealous of the others? Why do you care about them?" The Master removed his trousers and attached the extender.

"Please, Master."

"Begging for it?"

Sequence shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut as the Master pushed into him. He arched his back but kept his eyes closed as the smooth, cold plastic entered him.

"Fuck! You're still so tight."

Sequence's breathe caught in his throat as he struggled to breathe. His hands pawed at the desk, desperately trying to find something to grip onto as the pain surged through him. The Master leaned over the boy, changing his angle and gripping Sequence's hands; pulling them above his head on the desk. The Master kissed Sequence, biting the boy's bottom lip, as he came. He pulled out of Sequence's tight ass and pulled the boy onto the floor.

"Put two fingers in your ass, rub your cock and make yourself come." The Master commanded.

Sequence pushed two of his fingers into his ass, wincing slightly and then began masturbating before the Master. He kept his head low as if in embarrassment at having to do this in front of someone else. He came over his hand and chest, shuddering as the aftershocks caused his ass to tighten around his fingers.

****

Sequence sulked back into the slave room and stood in front of Thyme, looking at the floor.

"He says I'm to apologise; says you can beat me, if you want, but not my face 'cause of tomorrow. You can't fuck me either."

"Are you apologising or are you just telling me what the Master said you had to do." 

Sequence glanced up at Thyme.

"I'm sorry I asked you to disobey Master."

"Is that all you're sorry for?"

"Just beat me!" Sequence said exasperated.

"Why is it so hard for you to say sorry?" Tulip asked.

"Because I'd do it again right now if Master wouldn't kill me before he told me what was going on."

"Will it make any difference if I beat you?"

Sequence shrugged.

"I won't do it again; not to any other slave. Only in self defence; I won't start it."

"Since when did you call him 'Master'?" Tulip asked suddenly realising what Sequence had said.

Sequence rolled his eyes.

"You gonna beat me or shall I go back to him?"

"Beat him." Basil said.

"Only 'til he says sorry."

"You're meant to be on my side." Sequence said dully, glaring at Daffodil.

"Just apologise. How hard is it?"

Sequence looked back at the floor and took a deep breathe.

"You want me to apologise for something that is natural to me and that you do all the time. I used a physical strength to scare you, that's your job."

"And sex is yours so unless you're after my job, apologise!"

"I'm sorry, Thyme. I didn't mean to lose my temper with you." Sequence turned towards the door.

"Well said, although it seems to have taken you a long time to say it." The Master said coming in. "You happy with that Thyme?"

Thyme shook his head as he and the other slaves stood up.

"He only said it to impress you."

"True, Sequence?"

"He won't beat me and he won't accept my apology."

The Master sighed and punched Sequence in the chest; Sequence was knocked off his feet. He screamed as he landed clutching his side. The other four slaves gasped at the Master's brutality. Sequence looked up at the Master, obvious fear in his eyes. Master took a step closer to Sequence.

"I'm sorry, Master. And I'm sorry, Thyme, shouldn't have made you angry." Sequence's whole body was shaking.

"That doesn't count. You're just saying it 'cause you're scared. You should have been scared enough to apologise before."

"Master." Sequence begged pushing his hands firmly onto the floor.

"See, calling him 'Master'." Daffodil commented. "Is it because he's scared? Is it true if its done from fear?"

"I'm not scared. I'm just in a lot of pain."

The Master kicked Sequence's arm out from under him so Sequence fell again.

"Don't hurt him, Master." Daffodil whispered.

"You know this is the only way he'll listen."

"You told Thyme to beat me." Sequence said to Daffodil from the floor. "I'm sorry I allowed my position as a sex slave to influence how I act around you."

"Good boy, Sequence. Bedroom now." The Master smiled as the boy left the room. "You should've beaten him, Thyme. He would have apologised and he would've healed by the morning. I'm not sure how he'll deal with broken bones; if he even has bones. Get some rest, big day tomorrow. Family visits are always difficulty, harder when they're royalty."



Sequences Ch. 03



"Still hurt, Sequence?" Tulip asked as she helped him wash the next morning.

"My arms are ok. My side still hurts a bit. A little tear. I'll be ok." Sequence replied quietly.

"You nervous?" Daffodil said.

"Can't walk in those shoes. I'll fall, he'll be angry."

"Small, high steps."

"High?"

"Yeah, lift your knees high but keep the steps small."

"Ok, I can do that. Are you sure?"

"I've been wearing heels since before you were hatched." Tulip helped Sequence out of the bath. "He fucks you hard, Sequence. And he beats you hard."

"He's not going to mess me up like your last owners messed you u. I like the beatings, although last night was harsher than usual but it was a proper punishment." Sequence allowed Daffodil to help him into the robe. "Will you be there today?"

"No. Basil and Thyme will be."

"Why did you tell Thyme to beat me?" Sequence stared at Daffodil.

"You were being arrogant."

"I'm jealous of you being higher than me." He said.

"I'm not." Daffodil turned to Tulip. "Am I?"

"We do something wrong, Sequence takes the punishment. We're higher than he is."

"And he tells you stuff he keeps secret from me."

"He's protecting you."

"No, he's protecting you. That's why you're not going."

"Shoes on, Sequence." Tulip said, changing the subject. 

Sequence stepped into the shoes.

"Hate these things." Sequence mumbled, walking around slowly.

"Looking sexy, Sequence." The Master said, coming in, wearing a suit that matched Sequence's outfit. "You ready?"

"Yes, Master." Sequence dropped his head.

"Didn't say you had to be good today." The Master laughed, lifting Sequence's chin and kissing his nose. "Don't obey anyone else. Only do what I tell you to do. Don't answer anyones questions unless I say, ok?"

"Ok." Sequence nodded.

"Be good, girls. Come on, Sequence."

****

"Oh my gosh, Daniel! Must you wear republican colours every time you meet with us? You're a prince! You're not allowed to be anti-monarchy." The man sat on the throne in the main room said angrily.

The woman said next to the man, smiled, stood up and hugged the Master.

"You do infuriate your father, Daniel. But wait!" She moved towards Sequence. "Who is this?"

"Sequence. New slave."

"Beautiful. Absolutely stunning." The lady touched Sequence's hand, pulling him away from the Master. "Ah, look, shes holding onto you, how sweet."

"I'd heard you'd brought yourself a dangerous boy-toy." The man said.

"That's him." The Master nodded at Sequence. "Mum, put his blindfold back on."

"He looks like a girl. I want to see his eyes. What colour are they?"

"They're white."

"He's blind?"

"Sort of. He sees telepathically. Talks with his eyes. He wears the blindfold so that he can communicate with us without hypnotising us."

"Hypnotise?" The man asked unimpressed.

"He's obviously not dangerous. I took his blindfold off and he didn't attempt anything. He's beautiful, Daniel. I understand why you got him, male or not."

"I've had a number of people asking for him to be destroyed."

"If he were not my slave, you wouldn't even consider it."

"Come here, little one." The man said to Sequence.

Sequence looked up to the back of the Master's head but didn't move."

"He only listens to you. That's impressive."

"What do you want him for?"

"Just to speak with him."

The Master held his hand out to sequence and led him to the man. Sequence stood in front of the man uncertainly. The man pulled Sequence onto his lap. 

"Do you know who I am?"

Sequence shook his head then looked up to the Master, unsure if he was allowed to talk. The Master nodded.

"No, Sir." He whispered.

"I am your Master's father. I'm also king of this country."

Sequence tilted his head.

"Kings are important?"

"Yes, very important. The most important. You don't have kings, a leader?"

"We are a community."

"Are you dangerous?"

"I can't hurt anyone?"

"You could make someone kill someone else couldn't you? Hypnotise them?"

"Only if they desired to kill that person. I can channel desires into actions." Sequence stared at the king. "I could make you kill my Master but I could not make him kill you."

"Ah, you are dangerous because you can see people's thoughts."

"No. I can see my people's thoughts. I can only feel desires here."

"Do you feel my desire about you?"

"Yes. Master won't allow it. Your wife would not allow it. I would not meet your standards."

"Would not allow what?" The queen said raising an eyebrow.

"You said yourself that he was beautiful." The king smiled. "See, you're a dangerous little thing."

"Sorry." Sequence looked down at the floor.

"He's cute, Daniel. You won't be able to control him for long. When that day comes I expect you to do the honourable thing and dispose of him safely."

"I won't kill him."

"No, I cannot make you do something you don't want. You have a duty to control your slaves and protect others. You will not let him hurt someone else. I know that much."

"I wouldn't hurt anyone. I couldn't."

The king slapped the boy.

"Speak when you're spoken to." The king laughed when Sequence dropped his head again. "You have no idea how powerful you are, little one."

Sequence lifted his head and watched the king's eyes to check he was allowed to talk.

"I have no power. I'm alone here. Master." Sequence looked towards the Master. "Master is my community."

The king pushed Sequence off his lap as he stood to go to Daniel.

"Lets go to lunch." He suggested taking his wife's arm. "You can either wear that. Do you take him?"

"No. He's no fun with food. Sequence, stay with Tulip."

The three left the room followed by Basil, Thyme and four other slaves who served as bodyguards to the king and queen.

****



Sequence changed into his shorts, he didn't mind wearing them; it was getting colder now. He looked through the wardrobe and pulled out a white jacket. Then he pulled out a pair of flip flops that were too big for him. He left the room, looking for Tulip and Daffodil. He wandered down to the kitchens. The cook and kitchen slaves smiled at him.

"Hey, Sequence. Good morning?"

"Yeah, was ok." Sequence opened a cupboard and pulled out a box. He opened it and pulled out a leaf. "Why do you cook so much? Master is out with Basil and Thyme. Only you and Tulip and Daffodil to feed."

The group laughed.

"Sequence, Master owns almost one hundred slaves! Have you never left this floor of the house?"

"One hundred slaves? I had no idea!"

They laughed again. Sequence bit his leaf and watched them cooking.

"How does he control them all?"

"He delegates. I'm in charge of all the kitchen slaves. Basil and Thyme are in charge of all security and transport. Tulip and now, Daffodil are in charge of the house. Master punishes one of us when things go wrong in our departments and we punish the person who made the mistake."

"Master punishes me when Tulip or Daffodil do something wrong."

"You're just a new punishment. He has lots of punishments that have nothing to do with beating. Wheres Master gone?"

"Out of eat."

"Without you? What are you meant to be doing?"

"Finding Tulip."

"Won't find her here. You're just distracting us here."

"Do you know where she is?" Sequence asked, smiling at one of the lower slaves who had just made another mistake because he was paying too much attention to Sequence.

"Saw her downstairs about an hour ago."

"Ok." Sequence put his leaf box back in the cupboard. "I'll see you later." He left, munching on his leaf.

****

Sequence wandered around the house, following the telepathic trail left by Tulip and Daffodil. He wandered into a small room.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

The two girls turned towards him. Tulip was holding a small whip.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be with Master?" Daffodil said nervously.

"Finished. Who you beating?" Sequence went round them. There was a young man standing with his legs cuffed to the floor and his hands chained to the ceiling. "What did you do to make them beat you?"

The boy looked up at him.

"You're Master's sex slave?" The man said in awe.

"Yeah. Who are you and what have you done?"

"Didn't clean the room I was meant to. Went to sleep. Got caught. I'm a house slave."

"Why did you go to sleep?"

"Was tired."

"Why?" Sequence stared at him, trying to get a reading of his thoughts.

The boy dropped his head to break eye contact.

"Who were you fucking?" Sequence smiled. "He's been fucking someone." Sequence turned to the girls. "Oh my gosh!" He made eye contact with the two girls. "You've been fucking him! Master is going to beat me so badly when I tell him about this!"

"You can't tell him, Sequence!" Tulip begged.

"I can't lie to him. You know I can't lie to him. You fuck him before you fucked me?"

"You've slept with Master's sex slave?" The boy's eyes widen.

"Yeah, it was awful!" Sequence grinned at him. "When was your first time with them?"

"With Daffodil, just last night."

"And with Tulip?"

The boy shrugged.

"Since I've been here."

Tulip flicked the whip so that it landed on Sequence's shoulder. Sequence jumped and turned to her.

"You won't tell him, Sequence."

"What difference will it make to you? He'll beat me for it." He began untying the man. "You seem to enjoy making boys take the beatings you deserve. Why don't you have a name?"

"Lower slaves don't get a name."

"Sequence, he's a slave in my domain. He's under my control!"

"So you get to abuse him?"

"Haven't abused him."

"Made him do something Master hasn't told him to do. You can go, they ever beat you for something that's their fault, you come find me. I'll sort them out. Call yourself something, like Pine or something."

The boy ran off before the girls could stop him.

"You shouldn't undermine my authority, Sequence."

"You shouldn't authority that you don't have. If you're going to fuck him all night be lenient when it comes to his work!"

"He has to work and we can't show favouritism."

"Sure you can! Everyone knows that the one you fuck is your favourite." Sequence grinned. "Master gave me to you thinking that you needed a confidence boost and all this time you've been fucking someone else?! He won't be happy."

****

The Master kissed Sequence's shoulder gently as the boy slept. He got into the bed next to the small creature. Sequence turned towards him.

"You're back, Master!" Sequence whispered, moving closer to him and kissing him on the lips.

"Miss me?"

Sequence nodded attempting to move on top of the Master.

"You horny, Master?"

"Where did you learn that word?" The Master laughed.

"Been reading." Sequence smiled and began to nipple at the Master's shoulder.

"Ah, you're understanding more, I see. No, I'm not horny. You seem to be."

Sequence smiled and slid off the Master, curling into his arms.

"Not really horny. How come Tulip is in charge of other slaves and I'm not?"

"I only have one sex slave, there's no one for you to be in charge of. You went downstairs today then?"

"Didn't know the house was so big or that you had so many slaves. Met some nice people."

"Tulip show you around?"

"No, I stole one of her slaves."

The Master laughed.

"Male or female?"

"Male. I thought he was my age but he's older. he's nice. Tulip was beating him."

"Why?" The Master demanded, sitting up, suddenly angry. Sequence moved to sit between the Master's legs.

"She said he was lazy. He said he was tired."

"Why should he be tired? What's he been doing?"

Sequence shrugged.

"If I was horny, what would I be allowed to do about it?"

"You're not so it doesn't matter. What had the boy being doing?"

"I don't know, Master." Sequence disappeared under the sheets and began to lick the Master's balls.

"Is this how you lie to me?" The Master asked pulling Sequence back up. He smiled, amused at Sequence's attempts to deceive him.

"I can lie, Master!"

"The act of lying involves acting normally not doing something to distract a person from the lie." The Master kissed him. "What's going on, Sequence? No more lying."

"Tulip's been fucking him and she let Daffodil fuck him last night." Sequence said quietly.

"Before I let her fuck you?"

"Yeah. You're going to bed me bad for this aren't you?"

The Master pushed Sequence back under the covers.

"You may continue your lying down there." He lay back as Sequence took the Master's balls back into his mouth.

****



Tulip and Daffodil's arms were tied to the same hoop in the ceiling but they were facing away from each other. Tulip's left leg and Daffodil's right leg were tied to each other and another hoop in the ceiling, meaning that they were standing on one leg with the other parallel to the floor. Both were gagged but this wasn't preventing their moans from being heard. They each had in a vibrating anal plug, electrodes on their clits and nipples and a vibrator in their cunts. The anal plug and electrodes were controlled remotely by the Master who was watching from the video room.

"You're hurting them, Master?" Sequence asked, turning from the video screen.

"Not like beating them. An overdose of pleasure."

"Like when you fucked me with the extension?"

"Yeah, a bit like that."

"I could be in charge of your garden."

The Master looked up at him, leaving the controls alone for a moment.

"What?"

"I'm good with plants, Master. I went out there and theres just grass and neglected trees. I could make them good."

"You'd like that?"

"Yes, Master. I could show you how pretty it was back home."

"You don't see in colour. John said it was white and brown."

"I'm white and brown. Don't you think I'm pretty?"

The Master laughed.

"Ok, you can have the gardens. How many slaves will you need?"

Sequence shrugged.

"Maybe five. Can I have Pine?"

"Who's Pine?"

"The guy they fucked."

"Pine?"

"He said he didn't have a name, so I called him 'Pine'. Is that ok?"

"Take whoever you want. Don't fuck any of them!"

Sequence pouted.

"How do I get you to do that to me if I don't fuck around?"

The Master laughed.

"Ask me."

"Will you beat me later?"

"Depends how good you are today."

Sequence giggled and skipped out of the room.

****

Four months later

****

The Master went out into the gardens, he was carrying two glasses of wine. He sat down on a garden chair and placed one of the glasses on the table. The garden was looking amazing. There were flowers all around the path, the trees had been pruned and there were fruit plants growing near the boarders. Sequence was certainly good with plants; they responded to him and grew well past season.

The Master didn't send anyone to fetch Sequence. Somehow, Sequence had developed the ability to sense when the Master desired him. Sequence came around the corner, talking intently to Pine; they were looking through a magazine as they walked. They stopped under a tree then Sequence continued to the Master. Sequence was wearing a completely white outfit; white jeans, a white jacket and white pumps. He smiled at the Master and sat down on the edge of the chair. 

"It's looking good, Sequence." The Master handed him the wine glass, watching as Sequence took a sip.

"Thanks, the fruit will be in season in a few months. That'll be good. We're thinking about planting more trees."

"Pine seems to be a good worker."

"Yeah, he enjoys it. That's important."

"Will he be ok to run the place when you're not here?"

"Why won't I be here?" Sequence asked unnerved.

"You need to go back to your planet, to mate."

"You're letting me go?" Sequence gasped. He stood up and moved to sit on the Master's lap, kissing him. "When? Do I have time to instruct Pine?"

"You'll have to hope he knows what he's doing. We leave tonight."

"Are you coming with me?"

"No. I'm sending Thyme with you. I'll take you to the ship. I'm going to give you a radio; when you're ready, just call Thyme and he'll collect you. If you don't want to return, just tell Thyme; he won't force you. He'll wait for you for three months."

"You won't force me to return?"

"I hope you will but if you decide not to, I think I've got my moneys worth."

Sequence hugged him.

"If I don't contact Thyme, have him collect me, just in case I can't get to the radio."

"Ok."

"I'll come back, Master."

"You say that now, but things might change. I'll understand."

****

"Did he come back?" The Master asked, as Thyme opened the door to the space craft.

Thyme struggled.

"Something came back, claiming to be Sequence. But he's bigger and with shorter hair. He didn't even have hair when he came on board. He's been sleeping since he returned." Thyme began unloading the ship.

The Master went into the back room of the ship.

"Master!" Sequence sat up. His hair was only shoulder-length and his body was long and thin.

"My gosh! What happened to you?"

"Need planting, Master. Ask Pine." Sequence's eyes closed and he curled back into a ball, to sleep.

**

"He said we should plant him here, Master." Pine said nervously. "Didn't understand what he meant. Thought he was joking. Didn't think he meant...is he dead? Will he become normal again?"

"You talk too much." The Master said watching Basil dig a hole.

"Yeah, Sequence says that; said it taught him what the word 'cute' means. I can't run the garden without him. I messed up with the pumpkins; I know I have. They seem small."

"Shut up, Pine."

"Yes, Master, sorry." Pine wrung his hands together as Sequences feet were buried in the hole.

Sequence stopped being floppy and tensed up; his arms and hair spread out like branches. His hair started growing as a bright light flashed around him. The ground shook and then Sequence slumped down.

"My gosh! Everything has grown! Look! Gosh, its beautiful." Pine spun around.

Sequence sat back attempting to pull him feet out of the ground. He smiled at the Master.

"You ok, Sequence?"

"Yes, Master. Mating was successful, see?" Sequence smiled, looking around the garden. "This is how we rejuvenated our planet. Mating causes things to grow." Sequence looked at his feet. "I can't get out."

****



"What did your people say?" The Master asked as he helped Sequence out of the bath.

"They're not my people anymore. They wanted me to stay and were disgusted by me wanting to leave; especially to slavery."

"Why did you come back to slavery?"

"It was really hard to get someone to fuck me and then when I did they tried to kill me. And they couldn't hear my thoughts properly. Don't understand why."

"Someone fucked you?"

Sequence shrugged.

"Not really, it was disappointing. I thought if they fucked me I might be able to stay. It is beautiful there; I wish I could take you there." Sequence looked at the Master as he was towel dried. "Will you fuck me now? Beat me later."

"Why would I beat you?"

"I fucked around. You beat slaves who fuck around."

The Master pulled Sequence into the bedroom and onto the bed.

"Sequence did you fuck someone so I'd beat you?" The Master smiled, pinching Sequence's nipple.

"I wasn't going to come back, why would I try to get into trouble with you?" Sequence stared into the Master's eyes for a few seconds before dipping his head to suck on the Master's nipple.

"That was almost good lying!"

"I wasn't lying. I can lie, if I wanted to I could!"

"Do you like Pine?"

"He's awesome. And a great gardener as long as he keeps away from the fruit and vegetables." Sequence smiled then removed the Master's towel from his waist, dipping his head and licking the Master's cock. "I've missed this."

"So have I. How about you train Pine as a sex slave?"

Sequence looked up at the Master.




Sequences Ch. 03



"Why?"

"He's a nice boy, you like him."

"But I'm your sex slave."

"I can have more than one."

"Don't."

The Master sat up, looking down at Sequence.

"Why not?"

"Because 'I'm' your sex slave. That's 'my' job! Have you been fucking someone while I've been away?"

"That, Sequence, is none of your business. I can fuck whoever I want to. I own you, you don't own me!"

Sequence lay on the bed, his fists clenched, obviously angry.

"You're a community being. What's your problem?"

Sequence kept his eyes closed. The Master watched him.

"This has really angered you hasn't it?"

"I'm just a slave. I just do what you want. I don't want you to have another sex slave but I'll train Pine for you."

"Talk to me, Sequence."

"I thought I'd be yours, your only slave. I don't want to share you but I will. I'm not going to argue with you. I won't. I didn't come back to fight with you again."

"We haven't fought for ages. You've been open with me and I've been understanding. So be open; why don't you want to share me?"

"I thought I gave you everything you wanted. I don't want you to replace me."

"You do give me everything I want. You will not be replaced. Two sex slaves just means double the pleasure; more experiences."

"And you want Pine?"

"Not particularly. He talks too much But I thought you liked him and I know you don't enjoy it with girls."

"Ok, not Pine then."

"How about we go to the slave market and buy a new slave that we can train together?"

"Fuck me, Master." Sequence flipped over, offering himself.

The Master lay on top of him, kissing Sequence's shoulder.

"Want me to hurt you?" The Master asked, tilting Sequence's head so that he could see the boy's eyes.

"Please, Master."

The Master spat into his hand then rubbed it over his cock before pushing it slowly into Sequence's ass. Sequence grabbed the pillow tightly as the pain rippled through him.

"Like that?"

The boy nodded and clenched his ass muscles causing the Master to groan.

"Fucking, tight slut aren't you?"

The boy pushed his hips back against the Master's thrusts. He gasped when the Master pulled out of him and flipped him over, pushing his legs up to his shoulders. The Master thrust back into the boy's ass.

"Talk to me, slut. Tell me how much you love this."

"Love this, Master. Miss it so much, missed you; want to be yours forever. I want to stay special to you; want you to love me, as much as I love you. Want to make you feel good. Want to please you."

The Master kissed him.

"Love the way you can talk without breathing. Love the way you please me."

"I don't need help to satisfy you."

"Damn straight." The Master thrust himself into Sequence one last time before climaxing. "I want to fuck you while someone else is fucking you." He whispered, pulling Sequence into an embrace, covering Sequence's hand with his own and stroking his cock together.

"What?" Sequence mumbled slightly.

"Two cocks in your ass." The Master squeezed tightly on Sequence's cock and brought him to orgasm.

"You want another slave who is superior to me?" Sequence whispered. "Master, I returned to be yours. I know I'm just your slave and I just do what you tell me or what will make you happy. I've totally committed to you; only you, Master. Not to Tulip, or Daffodil; just you. Everyone else is just competition for your attention."

The Master kissed Sequence's head.

"Love you, Sequence. You have all my attention. I want another slave so I can focus more attention on you."

Sequence pulled away.

"I think I just want your attention, please, Master?"

"What if I let other owners join me?"

"Will I always be your favourite?"

"Yes. You are mine."

"Forever?"

The Master lay on top of Sequence.

"In the morning, I'll prove it. Sleep now."

****



"Welcome back, Sequence." Tulip grinned at him. Sequence was tied to a table. "So you come back, do some gardening, fuck the Master, and get tied up for another beating."

Sequence turned his head away from her teasing.

"He's not here for misbehaviour, Tulip." The Master said. "He's here for proof that he's mine. I wish I could prevent you from seeing, Sequence; Any possible way?"

Sequence shook his head.

"Ah, well. This is going to hurt quite a lot, Sequence. Hold still. You ready, Tulip?"

"Yes, Master." Tulip handed the Master a needle, grinning at Sequence.

****

"So, you've got a ring in each nipple, a ladder of five rods in your cock, a ring here." Tulip pulled the ring in the slit in Sequence's cock. "Your ears pierced and a ring through your nose. So how many piercings is that?"

"That is eleven, but you forgot one."

"Ah, yeah, your cock-sucking piercing; your tongue." Tulip laughed. The other slaves laughed with her. "So you believe he likes you now?"

Sequence stood up.

"I'm going to check on the garden. I'll see you later." He left.

"Why do you think he came back?" Daffodil asked.

"He didn't have a good reception." Thyme said.

"Really? What happened?"

"I dropped him down in the shuttle craft 'cause he wanted to land nearby his people but didn't know where they were. It freaked him out, I could see it in him."

"Why?"

"You know how he goes on about his connection with them? It seemed he lost it. He couldn't find them. He didn't even have a connection with them when he saw them. When I picked him up he was alone, surrounded by the old, dead, trees. He looked awful, almost starving, he ate all the leaves we took and all the leaves from the plant. He was covered in bruises."

"My gosh, they must have abandoned him!"

"Or tried to kill him."

"So he had to come back."

"Why didn't you tell me that?" The Master asked from the doorway.

The slaves stood up quickly.

"Why didn't you tell me, Thyme?" The Master stepped forward.

"I'm sorry, Master. I thought he'd tell you. You've been with him since his planting."

"He's far too proud. He told me they couldn't hear his thoughts, that they weren't happy with his choice to come back. He didn't say he wasn't with hem or tell me of his bad condition." The Master ran his hand over his face. "No wonder he was so insecure last night. You should have told me. I thought he was being defiant."

"You wouldn't have pierced him, Master? If you knew?"

"Of course I wouldn't have. Piercing isn't for insecure slaves. It's for disobedient slaves. Where is he?"

"He said he was going to the garden."

****

"Pine! Where's Sequence?" The Master shouted.

"In his hole, Master. He said he needed to think. Didn't need burying though, he just stood in his hole; didn't even take his clothes off, they're still on him, on the tree. He seems ok though, checked over the garden." Pine followed the Master around the garden.

"Shut up, Pine."

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry." Pine continued to follow the Master.

The Master went over to Sequence. As Pine had described, Sequence was still wearing his clothes even though he looked like a six-foot tree in white with a blindfold.

"Sequence, we need to talk." The Master blinked and Sequence stood before him, running his fingers through his hair.

"Master?"

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking, Master; checking weather reports and soil moisture."

"Soil moisture?"

"Mainly for the grass. There a difference, in the growth rates and I was just checking that it wasn't a soil moisture issue because that's easier to cure but it's not so it's probably..."

"Shut up! My gosh, you're talking like Pine."

"Sorry, Master. What was it you wanted?"

"I wanted to talk to you about why you came back?"

"Told you, Master."

"Thyme has told me something different."

"Thyme wasn't there." Sequence picked up a fork and walked to the middle of the grass.

"Sequence, why are you walking away from me?"

"I want to check the mineral concentration, Master. I need a sample and a control sample."

"What happened, Sequence?"

"They don't like me; I've changed too much. I've lost my connection with them; and formed one with you. I've become a traitor to them." Sequence collected a small amount of soil. "I don't belong there anymore and I don't think I could stay there anymore." 

"I won't disown you."

"I have twelve piercings to prove it." Sequence smiled and stood on his tiptoes to kiss the Master. "Do you want to analyse these with me?"

"Not especially. Take Pine. Never talk about gardening with me again."

"Yes, Master." Sequence said smiling.

****

"Daniel, why is that pretty little slave of yours removing the decorations from that tree?" The Queen asked. She and the King were holding a harvest festival garden party. It was the first one Daniel had been invited to for a long time.

The Master turned to see Sequence sitting in one of the branches of a tree, removing the lanterns.

"He's releasing her from her bondage." The Master said walking towards the tree. His mother followed confused. "Sequence, get down."

"But Master, She's tied up!"

"Is she your slave?"

"No, Master, but..."

"Is she your slave, Sequence?" 

Sequence slid down from tree.

"I'm sorry, Master. I'm sorry, Lady. She is your slave to display as you wish."

"Good boy, Sequence."

"What are you talking about? It's a tree."

"Trees are the female of Sequence's people."

"Ah, he has an affinity with trees, sweet boy. Help yourself to food." The Queen wandered back to talk to other guests.

"Slaves stay in the slave room, little brother." A voice said from behind them.

"Evening, Peter." The Master turned. "Nice to see you. It's been a long time."

"Yeah, a real return of the prodigal son isn't it? You've decided being a prince is quite useful now you have a dangerous slave? This him? I heard that you sent him away."

"Only for a couple of months. He's not dangerous, just misunderstood."

"So you went for a male sex slave? Interesting, I thought boys didn't turn you on. I'll take him to the slave room for you." Peter took hold of Sequence's hand.

Sequence stood still until the Master nodded for him to leave.

"What's your name, dangerous slave?" Peter asked as the boy followed him.

"Sequence, Sir."

"An odd name?"

"It is a rough translation of my name, Sir. Master wanted to name me after a plant but it wasn't successful as I am a plant based life-form and it was weird."

"You talk a lot." 

"Sorry, Sir. It's the fresh air."

"Fabian!" Peter called when they got to the slave room. A tall, muscled man stood up; his skin was a darker brown than Sequence's, his hair was black and long with a fine covering of hair covering his entire body.

"Master." He said in a low voice.

"This is Sequence, my brother's slave. Look after him for me."

"Yes, Master."

Peter left the room. There were about twenty slaves in the room, they watched Sequence, appreciating his beauty. Sequence went over to a table of food, he picked up four grapes and two strawberries; he turned and found Fabian right behind him.

"Why are you following me?" Sequence asked taking a bite of a grape.

"You on a restricted diet?"

"No, I can eat what I want." Sequence walked around Fabian and sat on a bed.

"You're not allowed on the bed." A female slave said.

"Who said?"

"Slaves aren't allowed on beds."

Sequence grinned.

"I spent a lot of my time on beds." He raised an eyebrow, some of the other slaves giggled. Fabian sat on the floor next to the bed. "Come, sit next to me. They'll be outside for hours. Even if they catch us, whats the worst that'll happen?"

"They'll beat us."

"So? They beat us anyway. I hardly ever get beaten as a punishment but I get beaten every other day. Live a little."

"Your Master beats you for pleasure?"

"Sometimes, sometimes I ask for it." Sequence popped a strawberry in his mouth. "What are you eating?"

"Peanuts. You ask to be beaten?" 

"Can I try one?" He held out his hand. "Master hates it when I misbehave in order to force punishments. These are nice; may I have some more?"

"My Master would never beat me if I asked for it. I bit him the other day, you know, down there, and he didn't beat me; just put me in a cage."

"I hate being caged."

"I find it boring, not really a punishment."

"My Mistress uses ginger." A male slave said; the other slaves winced.

"What's ginger for?" Sequence asked.

The male slave grinned and moved to sit on the bed next to Sequence.

"They get root ginger and either stick it in your ass or the slit in your cock and it burns; no permanent damage though."

"Chilli flakes are worse. They hurt more with moisture."

"You ever been beaten with nettles?"

"Oh my gosh, no! That must be horrible."

"I had to work through nettles once."

"Those things are bad but I don't think you can get worse than a horsewhip."

"I got fucked by a horse once."

"Why?"

"Unusual punishment."

"Did it hurt?"

"Not as much as I was thinking."

They laughed again.

"I heard 'bout this slave, a girl, her mistress was flogged and banned from owning. The girl was starved until she was a size zero and then only allowed to eat her mistress' waste."

The slaves thought about it in silence.

"Makes you really angry."

"Yeah, makes you sick. That girl die?"

"No, she's in rehab, I think."

"Poor girl. She'll be messed up for years." Fabian moved to sit on the bed. Sequence smiled at him as he went to get more food. "We heard you were dangerous, Sequence. Heard you had special powers or something."

"No. I'm just a moving plant. As long as I wear this blindfold or sunglasses, I'm fine." Sequence went over to a plant in the corner of the room. He touched it, smiling as it started to bloom.

"Wow. Interesting ability. How do you do that?"

"I give it some of my energy." Sequence went back to the table and helped himself to some lettuce and cucumber.

"Can you do that to any plant?"

"No, just small ones. As I get older I'll be able to work with bigger plants; maybe even trees." He sat back down on the bed. "What do we do while they're partying?"

"We talk."

"We should play a game; like truth or dare." A red haired slave said from the corner of the room.

"No, we should play 'I've never..' Like I say 'I've never had anal sex' and if you have, you have to do a forfeit."

"What sort of forfeit?"

"Eating a space invader, those things are horrible."

"Eating a spoonful of marmite."

They giggled.

"We don't have enough marmite!"

"We can do something different each round. It will be fun!"

****

"What the fuck is going on here?" Peter shouted as he wandered into the room to find food all over the room, seven slaves asleep on the bed, some sleeping on the floor and about five throwing up in the bathroom. Fabian sat up, blearily, then scrambled to get off the bed to stand; suddenly, he covered his mouth with his hand and ran to the bathroom. A couple of other owners came in the room as the other slaves began to wake up.

"Whats going on?"

"It seems, they're sick."

"Over-eating seems a more likely reason." One of the mistresses knelt down and picked something up. "Chocolate-covered, cheese-roll. Well, that would make anyone sick. Annie, where are you?" There was a muffled called from the bathroom.

"Dear Lord! This is why we don't leave them alone!"

"Where's Sequence?" Daniel asked, looking around.

"There's white hair visible on the other side of the bed." A man pointed as the owners started collecting the slaves.

Daniel went over and shook Sequence awake.

"You ok?"

Sequence frowned then nodded.

"I stopped playing at mustard-covered strawberries, Master, but I don't think it was soon enough."

"You gonna be sick?"

"Finished now, Master."

"This was a game?" Peter asked as Daniel picked Sequence up. "Slaves are acting like flipping kids! Next party, you can stay on a lead and eat what I give you." He said to Fabian. "Are you doing to be sick on the way home? I've a good mind to make you walk."

"Sorry, Master." Fabian dropped his eyes, smiling slightly.

"Next party, I'm hanging out with the slaves. I think they've had the most fun." Daniel laughed. "Mustard-covered strawberries; sounds like a new punishment to me."

****

"How are you feeling?" Daffodil asked as Sequence turned to her as she sat on her bed in the slave room.

"Awful." Sequence confided.

"You're not the only one. Master has had loads of calls from other owners. Some have become really ill; dehydrated and such. You seem to have got off lightly. How many rounds did you play?"

"About ten. Never had sex with a woman; never had sex with a man; never had sex with two women; never had an enema; never been whipped; never been pierced; never been displayed; never worn women's clothes; never left the house naked. There was another I think, oh, never been blindfolded, actually, I did never been starved as well."

"You've done all of those." Thyme said, confused by the rules of the game.

"Yeah, so I had to have a forfeit."

"Mustard-covered strawberries! What haven't you done?"

"Haven't had sex with two men; or outside; or sex with food; or punishments with ginger or chilli or sex with an animal or punished outside."

"How many of these things did you do?"

"There were about twenty-five before everyone got too sick to play."

"And you did, what? Eleven? How many slaves got to twenty-five?"

"Only five. They were throwing up for ages." Sequence sat up and ran to the bathroom.

"Sounds like a stupid game." Basil said.

"He ok?" The Master asked, coming in, the slaves stood up.

"He's being sick. Again."

"Is he drinking?"

"Yes. I think that's what he's throwing up now."

"My brother's slave has had to have an IV."

"He did most of them. I think he won." Sequence said.

"I bet he's real pleased about winning. I've got a good mind to do all the things you really hadn't done so that next time you won't want to play! It was a great party that's become about sick slaves."

"I didn't suggest it or any of the food. And I said we could only do one round of marmite spoons!"

"What are marmite spoons?"

"A spoon of marmite."

"Did you eat a spoon of marmite?"

"Yes, Master."

"Idiot, Sequence." Tulip giggled. "It was a stupid game."

"It was. I won't play again. I guess it made me grateful that I haven't done much. I got to miss the round of chocolate -covered, cheese-rolls. That round got rid of three people."

"What was that round about?"

Sequence broke eye contact, blushing slightly as he shrugged. Tulip giggled.

"What haven't you done that's more embarrassing than what you have done?" Thyme asked.

The Master grinned.

"Ah, leave the little thing alone. Last night he ate more than he's eaten in a lifetime and now he's sick. Come on, Sequence."

Sequence kept his head low as he followed the Master out of the room.

"Master's going to make him tell." Basil said slowly.

"Yeah, no fair." Daffodil moaned.

****

"If I make you swallow, are you going to throw up again?" The Master asked, momentarily pulling Sequence's head up to look at him.

"Probably." Sequence said, gently licking the cock in his mouth. "But I'm probably going to throw up anyway."

"Idiot." The Master let Sequence go back to sucking his cock for a few more strokes before grabbing Sequence's hair again and stopping the boy's movements as he shot his load into the boy's mouth.

"You ok?" The Master asked as Sequence returned from the bathroom. The boy nodded. "You look pale, little one."

"I'm sorry I let you down, Master. I shouldn't have got involved with a such a stupid game."

"No, you shouldn't have. Did you play on their desires, Sequences?"

"Only the one where they wanted to sit on the bed. I didn't start the game."

"And what is the embarrassing thing you haven't done?"

"Been sucked off by anyone. They laughed at that."




Sequences Ch. 03



"And most of them had?"

"Yeah, although it made me sick, it was a really good night. We had lots of fun; it was nice being around other sex slaves."

"Learn lots?"

Sequence smiled at the Master and kissed him.

"Learnt I had an awesome Master, even compared to the good ones. And that it's not necessarily humiliating to be dressed up or displayed; that its ok that people look at us."

"You want to meet up with them again?"

"Yeah, that would be awesome. Your brother's slave is really cool."

"Yeah." The Master closed his eyes.

"Turns into a bear like I turn into a tree."

"Mmm."

"Master. He's never had anal sex."

"What?" The Master looked at him. "What do you mean? He's my brother's sex slave; has been for years, he's not a virgin."

"He's never been fucked, Master, he fucks."

"He fucks my brother?"

"That's what he said, Master. Confused me 'cause I thought sex was a form of control but Fabian is controlled although he's the dominant one in sex."

"That's a shock. Why aren't you sleepy?"

"Not sure, Master. Shall I be quiet now?"

"Yeah, go find something to read if you want."

****

"What is this place?" Sequence asked, staring down from the balcony. Down below was a rectangular cage with doors at each end and a section of hot coals in the middle. A massive male slave stood at one end, clad in metal armour.

"Slave battles. For army slaves mainly; a way of training them. Sometimes real fights are held, when two owners have a dispute." Fabian replied. "He's the undefeated champion; belongs to the King so its ok." 

"How does it work?"

"The loser is the slave who ends up lying down on the coals for a count of three; hurts but doesn't kill you."

"You been in there?"

"Yeah, but not against him. Us, sex slaves rarely fight and not often against warriors like him."

"So, whats he doing?"

"Waiting for challenges. He'll wait an hour then the real fights will begin. Whats your Master talking to my Master about?"

"You fucking him." Sequence whispered.

"You told him?"

"Wasn't I meant to?"

"My Master won't like it."

"Will he beat you?"

Fabian shrugged.

"He's not unbeatable." Sequence said.

"Who? The Master?"

"No, the warrior. He's not unbeatable. He's stupid. A smart competitor could beat him."

"Don't talk so loud. Someone will make you prove that!"

Sequence tilted his head and looked down at the warrior.

"I could take him."

"Could you?" The Master asked coming up behind him with his brother.

"Yes, Master."

"Want to try?"

"Would you let me?"

"Promise not to get injured?"

"Promise. I'll defeat him or surrender."

"There isn't a surrender option against the warrior." Fabian said.

"I'll be able to fake a surrender."

****

The warrior watched as a small child walked through the other door. The boy seemed to be wearing a blindfold and was wearing a completely white outfit with heeled sandals.

"You're not a warrior!" He shouted as the bell rand. "This a punishment?"

Sequence grinned at him, then projected an image of himself running towards the warrior. The warrior gasped as he saw Sequence run onto the coal and do a cartwheel followed by a handstand followed by a short dance.

The people watching saw Sequence standing at one end and the warrior staring into the middle.

The image of Sequence that the warrior was watching, flickered and turned into a pretty girl with long blonde hair.

"Who are you?" The warrior asked.

"Your worst nightmare." The girl image said walking up to the warrior. "Come mate with me." The girl beckoned to him without touching him. The warrior followed the image of Sequence onto the coal, he winced as he began walking on the hot surface.

"Not too hot, baby. Just hot enough to feel good." The girl-image encouraged him then she lay down and spread her legs. "See, this isn't a battle anymore, come down here, mate with me."

The crowd watched bemused as the warriors knelt down on the coal. They watched as Sequence ran across the court and jumped on the warriors back, knocking the warrior on to the coal. The bell rang as Sequence jumped off the warrior and ran back to his door to be let out. The Master, Peter, Fabian and the King stood at the door.

"Well done, little Sequence." The King laughed stroking Sequence's hair. "What desire did you use to make him give up like that?"

Sequence smiled as he watched the warrior limping out of the cage.

"A carnal one, Sir."

"An impressive display of physic ability." The King said to Daniel. "It may be useful for you to bring him to meet with the Alliance delegates. I'm arranging a meeting at the palace next month. In fact, why don't you stay over until they arrive?"

"He won't be any use." Peter said. "They'll see he's a slave and leave. You just want the palace gardens done."

Sequence smiled at the King and then the Master.

"Can I do another garden, Master?" he asked

The Master smiled.

"Depends how good you are doesn't it?"



Sequences Ch. 04



"Welcome to my Kingdom." The King smiled at the six delegates from the Planets Alliance. "This is my wife, and these are my sons, Peter and Daniel."

"It's an honour to be invited here." Captain Steven said, smiling at the four members of Royal family. He looked at the two boys stood behind the chairs of Peter and Daniel but didn't say anything.

"My sons will show your crew around. Anything they need or want to see, just ask. How about we go and discuss matters."

The Captain, the King, and the Queen left the room.

"So, what would you like to do first? How about a tour of the palace and then we can give you some time to relax and prepare for this evening." Peter suggested.

"That sounds great."

Peter and Daniel led the way, chatting with the head of security and the head of engineering. Fabian and Sequence followed behind the group. A young girl at the back of the line, stopped to look at a plant. Sequence stopped near her.

"Its beautiful isn't it?" He asked motioning to the plant.

"Yeah, do you know what it is?"

"Its an orchid. It's called 'Full Moon'; one of my favourites." Sequence touched the plant causing it to bloom. "I'm told it's purple."

"How did you do that." The girl asked.

"Plants are my thing."

"Mine as well." She smiled. "My name's Zariah."

"I'm Sequence. Maybe I'll be able to show you my Master's garden while you're here. I did the garden here too but my Master's is special to me." The followed the rest of the group.

"Your master?"

"The King's youngest son. What do you do on your ship?"

"I'm training to be a doctor. I'm meant to investigate new plant life and see if any of them could be used in medicines."

"I've got a range of medicinal plants; if you want to look at them with me?"

"You know what would be totally cool? If you come on the ship and check my plants. There's this tree I got from another planet but I don't see to be able to grow it."

"Your Master won't let you go alone." Fabian said turning to him.

"You can come." Sequence suggested.

"I hate listening to you talk about plants." Fabian smiled at the officer he'd been talking to. "Sequence is a plant geek."

Sequence smiled at them.

"Sequence." Daniel called. Sequence ran to stand before his Master. "Why don't you show our guests the garden?"

"I'd love to, Master." Sequence grinned.

"I'll get some drinks sent out so that when you get bored of him you can relax. Fabian, set out tables and chairs." Peter said.

****

Sequence and Zariah grinned at the others as they rejoined the group after their garden tour. Zariah sat on the last chair, Sequence handed her a drink before sitting on the grass near Fabian.

"Have fun, Zariah?"

"Yes, it's awesome. Sequence sure knows his plants. He's a plant life form!"

"Really? Wow!"

Captain Steven joined the group. Sequence jumped up to get him a chair.

"Thank you."

"Would you like a drink, Sir?"

"No, thank you; I had one with the King." Captain Steven smiled as Sequence sat back on the grass. "Why don't you two get yourselves chairs?"

"Why not?"

"Its not respectful."

The delegates frowned; the Captain slid onto the floor.

"Tell me boys, are you happy here?"

"Yes."

"But this isn't your home planet?"

"No. My home planet is about three weeks away from here."

"Are you here by choice?"

"Yes. Why all the questions?" Sequence asked.

"He's politely trying to ask if we're slaves." Fabian said.

Captain Steven blushed.

"Yes, I'm afraid I am. I'm not being very diplomatic about it am I?"

"Or so diplomatic that you're not understandable."

They all laughed.

"So you're not slaves?"

"Oh, no, we are slaves."

"What?"

"We are slaves; our Masters own us." Fabian grinned. "You expect slaves to be chained up and unhappy?"

"They expect slaves to desire their freedom. They expect slaves to obey because of fear." Sequence said, staring at them. "They want us to want to escape."

"We were told that slavery wasn't a problem here."

"It's not; it works well."

"But it's against human rights."

"All slaves are well-treated; any owner who mistreats their slaves has them confiscated, is banned from owning and is beaten. We are well-treated and respected."

"We don't approve of slavery. He could easily pay you to do his garden."

"I'm not a garden slave. I'm a sex slave; the garden is just a hobby. Master wouldn't disgrace you by offering you the services of a mere garden slave." 

"A sex slave? As in you are forced to have sex with him."

"He doesn't force me. If you are so anti-slave owning you need to tell the King before the party tonight."

"Why?"

"He's planned a slave show in your honour; a competition testings obedience, endurance and good ownership skills."

"I'm going to win tonight." Sequence smiled at Fabian.

"You won't win. You look so delicate, your Master won't leave you in place as long as you can hold out."

"Tonight he will; we've been practising." 

"You two want to take part in this competition?"

"Yeah, its a sport."

"How long have you been slaves?"

"I've been a slave for about three years, Sequence has been here about a year."

"And you don't want to leave?"

"No, we have very caring Masters and we are in privileged positions."

"How many slaves does the King have?"

"About 500 I think."

"Oh gosh! This is going to be awful, we've already drawn the agreement; everything was going so well."

"You're not going to let him join?"

"We can't, not unless he agrees to abolish slave trading within five years."

"Oh, and he won't." Fabian smiled. "We should go prepare for tonight. Do you want us to show you back to your rooms or do you want to stay out a bit longer?"

"I think it'll be best if we returned to our room."

****

"Oh, my, gosh! This is awful." Captain Steven gasped as they walked into the banquet hall. There was an obvious distinction between the owners and the slaves. All the slaves, male and female, were semi-naked, many of them with nipple rings and wearing odd costumes.

"They all must be sex slaves."

"You know what's odd? They all look really happy."

"They don't know any difference. They think this is normal and acceptable."

"Hey." Sequence greeted them. He was dressed as a rabbit; he was wearing a rabbit's ear headband, white furry nipple ring accessorises, a white pouch covering his cock and anal beads ending in a white fluffy ball. He was wearing high heeled sandals. He grinned at them. "My Master likes me in white. You hate it don't you?"

"It's so degrading, Sequence." Zariah said.

"I would've agreed with you last year; I thought slavery was awful and degrading but now its good. I like it; I like how everyone looks at me. I'm unique. Anyway, Master asked me to show you to your table. You've got the best view of the competition; you should have told them."

"It would have caused offence."

"It will cause offence when you grimace at the competition. It looks like an endurance test."

The delegates looked around at the other dressed up slaves and then to the stage which was set out for the competition. Daniel came over to them.

"Evening." He said, patting Sequence's ass. "You guys sit and relax, someone will be along to serve you in a while. How have you enjoyed your stay so far?"

"Its been interesting. Sequence is very passionate about his garden."

"Indeed he is, its a problem if you're not." Daniel laughed. "Has he told you about the competition?"

"Yes."

"It's due to start soon. It's an endurance test so we start them early in the evening. You ever seen on before?"

"No, this is a first for us."

"Ah." the Master frowned. "Try to remember that this isn't a punishment, its a sport. It's not a form of torture, trust me, the slaves here are far too expensive to be tortured."

"Expensive?"

"Oh, yeah, Sequence was five thousand gold coins, which is about ten times more than you'd expect to pay for an untrained, newly-captured boy."

"New-captured? He was free before you brought him?"

"Yeah, beamed straight from his planet's surface, didn't even know what was happening to him. Normally, you don't pay much for untrained slaves."

A bell rang.

"Games are starting." Sequence grinned as the King ascended the platform.

"We've got three places left for any latecomers." The King began. "It's a simple endurance test; slaves tied up by ankles, tongues on electrodes. Two ways to withdraw; first, slaves take their tongue off the electrodes or two; the owners withdraw them. Normal rules apply; if your slave can't stand for a minute, five minutes after the end of the test then there will be a fine and you'll lose your place in the competition. The electric pulses increase every 15 minutes; I don't think it'll take much longer than four hours to find a winner. Take your places for fittings."

The delegates watched as ten slaves lay on the floor and had their ankles shackled, another slave pulled them up slowly, checking to make sure they could touch the electrodes with their tongues. When they were happy with the position they let the slaves down and then tied their arms behind their backs.

"Make sure you blindfold Sequence, we don;t want him cheating do we?" Peter said to Daniel.

Daniel grinned.

"He might want to cheat; electricity and metal tongue studs really don't work." Daniel went over to Sequence and changed his blindfold. He kissed Sequence and went to sit down by the delegates. He explained Sequence's abilities to them as they waited for the game to start.

"The King said it would take less than four hours. What do you think?"

"The weak ones; the new ones, there's about four playing, they won't last an hour; upside down endurance is hard. The last six are experience, they'll last past the two hour mark easily. I'll start worrying about Sequence near the three hour mark."

"Ok, lets start the games; lift the slaves." The King commanded. "Tongues on electrodes. Time starts now."

****

"I hate it, I hate it, I hate it." Zariah moaned after the three hour point. "Everyone just eating, and chatting, and dancing while over there five people hang, dribbling with electricity passing through them! There is something wrong with these people!"

"This is nothing! I went to the bathroom and there's a slave in there offering to clean you with his mouth; claiming its some sort of reward for him."

"That's horrible! You're not going to let them join are you, Captain?"

"We can't; not unless they agree to end slavery and I don't see that happening. Everyone seems happy; there won't be any slave uprisings here."

"There might be; I mean, we've only met up with the slaves at the top of the ladder; perhaps, the majority of slaves aren't happy."

"That's a fair point. We should look around the city."

A cheer went up as another slave fell from the electrode.

"You know how many piercings Sequence said he had?"

"Well, he's got six we can see; I suppose he's got a penis piercing, so seven?"

"Twelve."

"Twelve?"

"He's got six in his penis."

"Oh, my gosh! How can he be so happy here? And Fabian. That tattoo on his back; that's not a tattoo, its a branding; it was burnt on. And he's so proud of it."

The conversation ceased as Peter sad down near them.

"I think Sequence is gonna win this; he looks comfortable. Fabian's struggling, another twenty minutes and I'll have to pull him out." Peter looked at the delegates. "You didn't realise we were a slave trading nation did you?"

"No."

"I told dad you wouldn't let us join when you found out but he insisted that it would be fine if we could prove that everyone was happy with the system. I told him it was a stupid idea, that some people would always see it as inhumane."

"Surely it is?!"

"Of course it is. Fabian may be happy but the boy has no control over anything he does. If a slave misbehaves there's no real limit to how they are punished as long as no permanent damage is done. They have no right to appeal, they have no right to anything really; not even food. All owners have a responsibility to make sure that their slaves do not die from a punishment but that's not a slave right. And we aren't going to suddenly free them all."

"Does the King believe that slavery is humane?"

"It's more humane here than other planets."

"I'd rather the slaves were attempting freedom. I'd rather they hated slavery."

"Then it would be easier to rescue them but not easier to live with. Hey, little brother, Sequence seems to be struggling."

"Yeah, it's the tongue stud; now the voltage has gone up it's getting to him." Daniel sat down. "It's going to be a face off between him and Fabian again." Daniel commented as another slave removed her tongue from the electrode. "Only one left before the real challenge begins."

"When it's left to Fabian and Sequence it usually becomes a competition between us two, who will worry the most. They don't the idea of slavery."

"Fair enough. She's going to take him out." Daniel motioned to the last slaves' mistress.

"I would. He looks unconscious."

"Yeah, she's going to get fined."

They watched as the slave was lowered onto the floor and untied.

"Is it true Sequence has twelve piercings?"

"Yeah."

"Why? Why would you do that?" 

"Why not? He's mine."

"It's that sort of attitude that they don't like." Peter said. "I'm gonna check on Fabian."

Daniel lent across the table to be closer to the Captain.

"Sequence is a toy, a pet if you like. He does what I tell him to do. He has no free choice about anything. He's not really a person. You've become attached to him; you must think of him as a toy that belongs to me. Treat him like a person and he'll misbehave; treat him like the slave he is and he'll be fine."

"He is a person."

"No. He's a sex slave, and he loves it." Daniel left to check on Sequence.

****

"Ow, Master." Sequence whispered as Daniel threaded a rope through his nose ring. The rope was pulled through each of his earrings, before being tied around his wrists behind his back. "Why are you doing this? I won last night."

"Not a punishment, little one. I just want to display you for the delegates." Daniel picked up another rope.

"They won't approve, Master."

"I know." The Master tied one end of the rope to Sequence's ankle before looping it through the rope around his wrists and back down to tie the other ankle so that Sequence was forced to remain kneeling. "They annoy me; trying to be so moral."

"It is their culture, Master."

"Their culture that they are trying to impose on us."

"Yes, Master." Sequence sucked in breathe as the Master pulled another rope through the ring in the slit of his cock. The ends of this rope were pulled through his nipple rings and then a small weight added. "Ouch."

"That hurt?"

"So much."

"How long can you endure it?"

"Long enough, I'll be ok, Master. They won't; they'll want to rescue me. I felt their desire to last night."

"I'll get Basil to watch you." The Master packed away his left over ropes.

The delegates entered the room. They stopped and looked at Sequence.

"Dear Lord! Why would you do that?" Captain Steven bent down next to Sequence. "Are you ok?"

Sequence smiled slightly but didn't talk.

"He doesn't talk in costume."

"Ooooh, Sequence looks hot." Peter said as he saw Sequence. "He did well last night, especially with his tongue stud."

"Fabian did well too; not much in it really."

"Let him go, you can't keep him like that!"

"You believe in free-choice?"

"Yes! Its the foundation of society."

"Ask him if he wants to be let go."

"He's not allowed to talk!"

"He can say what he wants with no repercussions."

"Shall I untie you, Sequence?"

"I would be lying if I said this was a comfortable position or that I was enjoying being like this but no, don't untie me."

"Why not? He won't beat you."

"No, he'll only beat me if I manage to stay like this for as long as he wants me to. He'll be disappointed if I let you untie me."

"But it's hurting you!"

"Master would untie me if I asked him."

"Sequence, don't be stupid! You're letting him treat you like a toy or something. You have every right to be treated with respect. If he forced you to do this I could understand it but you just let him do it to you!"

"Zariah, I'm a sex slave. I gain respect by being obedient and enduring uncomfortable situations; by doing my job. When I succeed I am rewarded and it's good. When I fail, my Master is disappointed and it's bad."

"Gosh! He's been so brainwashed! See, this is what I meant when i said they thought it was normal." Captain Steven pulled out a gun, the other delegates pulled out guns as well. Daniel and Peter were backed into a corner as the Captain un-tied Sequence. "Where's Fabian?"

"You won't be able to control them. You take them and it'll mean you all becoming slaves. Fabian and Sequence will return to us and your punishment will be slavery."

"They won't be under your control when we leave. Where's Fabian?"

Sequence stood up, uncertainly, wondering if he was going to be allowed to leave with the delegates. The Master nodded to him.

"You may go, Sequence. You'll enjoy looking at their plant. Show them where Fabian is."

"Have a fun journey." Peter grinned.

****

"Wow, this is beautiful!" Sequence said, wandering through the topical garden on the delegates' ship.

"No where near as good as your garden."

"Obviously. When am I going back?"

"You're not, you can go home or anywhere you want." Zariah grinned at him.

"Home is with my Master and that's where I want to be."

"You're not a slave anymore."

"No, I'm a hostage." Sequence touched a dying plant and encouraged it back to health. "I'm getting too far away from my Master; I'm losing my connection with him and that's dangerous."

"Hey, Sequence."

"Hey, Fabian. What's new?"

"I'm fucking bored! You became a slave after me so submit to me; I want to fuck you."

"I'm a stronger slave than you. You should submit to me!"

"Guys, no-one has to submit if you want sex. If you both want it just go for it, it doesn't have to be about control." Zariah said.

"Yes it does! I'm a bear! He's gonna get pounded and injured; I must have the control."

"If I give him the control, he will become feral and dangerous."

"I will not!" Fabian bellowed and struck out at Sequence. Sequence ducked, pulling off his blindfold. Fabian and Zariah froze.

"Fabian, go to your room and handcuff yourself to the bed." Sequence replaced his blindfold as Fabian left and shook Zariah.

"What happened?" She asked.

"I have abilities but I am unable to control him as his Master does. My Master does not allow me to fuck others so I cannot give Fabian what he needs. He'll become uncontrollable soon. You must take me back."

"Why can't you accept freedom? Neither of you need someone else to control you!"

"Shall I tell you why I was so expensive?"

"Why?"

"My price reflected the damage I had done on board the slavers ship before I was sold. Without training from a dedicated and skilled owner I am dangerous to other lifeforms. The same is true with Fabian. On my planet we are a community, we communicate telepathically. We other species, we hypnotise them and control them; we can kill by persuasion. Fabian comes from a wild planet. They are all bears, controlled by their desires; all other lifeforms are hunted. They rarely become human and then only to mate or challenge others to fight. Fabian will revert sooner than I will. I will be more dangerous when I revert." Sequence grinned. "Without our Masters we will become what we are. And that is not good for you."

"Surely, if that's who you are, that's who you should be. We should take you back to your planets."

"We will both be killed if we return. I will be, because I have engaged with and enjoyed carnal pleasures and Fabian because he is no long part of the group, he is an outsider, a threat to others. We only belong with our Masters; we fulfil our potential with our Masters, without them we're just animals."




Sequences Ch. 04



"Sequence, Fabian seems to be roaring." The Captain said coming into the garden room.

"I can't control him you know. He'll be hunting in the next few hours. Surely, we could be back home less than a day. I could sedate him until then."

"We won't take your back to slavery. We'll work something out."

"You gonna go into that room with a fully grown horny-male bear, tie him, beat him and then sit on his cock and fuck him?"

"No." 

"Then there is no other way."

"He must be able to control himself."

Sequence took a deep breath, clenching his fists.

"Lets just say you manage to get Fabian to control himself, you will not be able to control me. I share a link with my master, without it I cannot control myself. I suggest you take me back before I lose my temper."

"Sequence, freedom is worth the trouble."

Sequence's image flickered, grew to fill the room and turned green and scaly.

"Take me home! Freedom is being allowed to be where I want to be and I want to be with my Master!"

Sequence's image went back to normal.

"What was that?"

"Take me home!"

"Sequence..."

Sequence pulled off his blindfold.

"Unfortunately, this will mean you'll probably be captured and enslaved." He said to the frozen captain. "Take me home now."

****

"Three days, not bad." Daniel said as the six delegates regained consciousness. They were in six small cages, naked.

"Messed up Fabian though. It'll take me ages to get him back on form." Peter moaned. "Got a good mind to beat you so bad."

"The alliance will come for us." The Captain said.

"Yeah, we've already called them. They were unimpressed to hear that you had kidnapped two of our citizens. They understand that local laws would have you flogged buy are negotiating for you to be released with the minimum of harm."

"Kidnapping your citizens? They're your slaves!"

"Are slaves not citizens now?"

"We were rescuing them."

"They were taken against their will?"

"They would have been ok if they got used to controlling themselves."

"Fabian would've eaten you." Peter said. "It's funny how we've saved your lives, just to destroy you."

"The alliance won't let you hurt us."

"Not much, anyway. So far we've agreed on three punishments. As long as you're not flogged, have no permanent damage and are not subjected to sexual abuse. Three minor punishments, modified slave trials."

"Endurance and obedience tests?" Zariah asked scared.

"Yeah, nothing too scary. Sequence."

Sequence stood up from the corner he had been kneeling in. The delegates noticed that his back was red with whip marks. He ran over to the Master and knelt close to the Master's feet.

"Back away, Sequence."

Sequence backed away slightly.

"He's so clingy now."

"He could destroy you. He's got the power to." Captain Steven said.

"Yeah. And then what would he do? Kill everyone and be alone or be killed?" The Master smiled at Sequence. "Anyway, we've got a connection haven't we, little one? You wouldn't want to kill me. Up on the pony stand; show them these guys what they're up for."

The Master pulled a dust sheet off ten frames. Sequence stood on a box and lifted one leg over the frame, holding onto a rope on the ceiling. The Master then flipped over a panel in the top of the frame. The new panel was full of sharp pins. Sequence stood on his tiptoes so not to touch the pins.

"A very interesting endurance test. As you can see, all your weight is on your toes; if you move from your tiptoes you end up sitting on pins. However, if you sit on the pins for a set amount of time, the frame will collapse and the test is over. The longer you stand, the longer you'll have to sit. When this was done as an endurance test, Sequence stood for one hour fifty-five and sat for fifteen minutes." The Master smiled at Sequence. "This is not an endurance test. This is an obedience test. Sequence, lift you knees up."

Sequence lifted his knees up meaning he was sat on the pins with his arms still holding the rope.

"Arms down, Sequence."

Sequence dropped his arms, he winced at the pain but didn't move. He sat there for three minutes before the frame collapsed. Sequence managed to land on his feet.

"Well done, little one."

"Thank you, Master."

The Master turned back to the delegates.

"So, that's your challenge; just three minutes on the pins. Remember, the longer it takes you to do it; the longer you sit down."

Six other slaves took the delegate out of their cages and tied their arms behind their backs before helping them to straddle the frames.

"I want to talk to the alliance." The Captain demanded.

"As soon as you sit down."

"I wanted to tie you down and leave you there for three hours so don't complain about this." Peter said. "Want to watch me discipline Fabian?"

"Yeah, take Sequence down. I'll open the curtains."

Sequence followed Peter out of the room.

"What's going on?" 

"Sit down. Sequence is going to help my brother retrain Fabian. You may watch." Daniel opened the curtain that was covering a window looking onto an enclosed circle. In a cage at one end was a large bear. As they watched Sequence was led into the circle and sat on a table. His ankles were chained to the top of the front legs of the table and his wrists were tied to the top of the back legs of the table; meaning that his ass was exposed.

Zariah lost her balance and dropped down onto the pins; she screamed and tried to get up.

"Stay seated. In the end it will hurt less to do so."

Zariah looked up at Captain Steven then at Daniel as she stayed seated.

"Zariah, stand up! Don't give up."

Zariah stayed seated, looking down so as not to see the others.

"Good girl. No wonder you are Sequence's favourite. Take her down before she falls." Daniel said to a slave.

"Will you let Sequence have me?" She asked as she was untied.

Daniel laughed and turned back to the window.

"If I wished to punish the boy I would make Sequence have you. The boy prefers the company of women but the sex of men. Watch him with Fabian."

"Fabian is currently a bear."

"My brother will encourage him out of it and Sequence will seal him in human form. We hope."

"You hope?"

"Last time Fabian was trained from feral, he killed three slaves. We hope Sequence's abilities will make it an easier process."

"He could die?"

"Sequence will not die." Daniel motioned to another slave to remove a second fallen delegate.

Peter went over to the cage carrying a cattle prod; one of the walls of the cage was pushed in so that Fabian was trapped between the bars. Peter started poking him with the prod.

"Doesn't that hurt?" 

"Yeah it hurts but not much; Peter won't touch him if he's in human form. See, he's changing."

Fabian slowly became human, he knelt in the cage.

"Master, don't make me hurt Sequence."

"I don't wish you to hurt him."

"Master, I'll kill him."

"Control it, Fabian; if you love him." Peter unlocked the cage and left the circle.

Fabian left the cage, he edged towards the table Sequence was tied to. His body seemed to be fighting within itself, the beat attempting to escape from its human form.

"Don't let me hurt you, Sequence. When I'm in control when I fuck them I hurt them."

"Focus your mind, Fabian. You do not wish to hurt me but your desires are skittish. Focus on your desire to pleasure me, on your desire not to hurt me. Focus, Fabian."

Fabian moved closer; his body seeming to twitch from human to bear less often as he concentrated on Sequence's words.

"I don't desire to hurt you. I desire to pleasure you." He chanted as he stroked Sequence's ass. "I never thought I'd be give the opportunity to mate with you."

"Your desires are strong; focus, Fabian."

"I know how to fuck!" Fabian bellowed, seemingly losing the battle with the bear side of him

"You desire to mate with me not to fuck me; it's different, so focus." Sequence retorted, not even flinching.

"I'm focused."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I won't hurt you."

"Untie me then."

"Yeah, I'll untie you." Fabian began unlocking the chains; as he concentrated on them, his bear form seemed to calm down within him. "Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm ok." Sequence stood up. "Are you focused and controlled, Fabian?"

"Yes. Let's mate."

Sequence kissed him.

"One day, my Fabian. Just not today." Sequence watched him carefully.

"Why not?" Fabian whispered.

"Well done for keeping control. That's my job, to teach control."

"And what if I reverted now?"

"I would subdue you but remember if we are ever to mate we must be on our best behaviour until the day arrives that we are rewarded."

"They will never allow it."

"I will hypnotise them before I plant myself for the final time."

Fabian laughed.

"Is that a promise?"

"Indeed it is. Come on, before they worry about what we are talking about."

****

"Master?"

"Yes, Sequence?" Daniel walked around the delegates as they hung upside down.

"Later, will you beat me again?"

Daniel turned to him and smiled.

"I beat you last night, when you returned."

Sequence looked at the floor.

"I'll be good tomorrow."

"You'll be good tomorrow whether I beat you tonight or not. I want you to really need it."

"I really need it now, Master. I've been away a long time."

"Three days and you were beaten last night and tied up before you left. No, I won't beat you tonight. Convince your girl to give up."

Sequence went over to Zariah.

"Zariah, there's no point suffering like this. Your words will mean nothing when you leave and you'll be able to rest longer; perhaps this will be the final test before your people arrive. There is no dishonour in finding this too hard."

"But it will be shameful."

"You're naked and upside down; at the mercy of my Master. Surely, it will be better when your not in this position."

"Don't listen to him! Don't let them break you." Captain Steven said from nearby. "We are equals and will not be treated as slaves."

"I'm a slave and I am never tied upside down against my will." Sequence smiled. "Just do it and get down from there, Zariah."

"If I do it, I'll lost the respect of my colleagues."

"Only if you let it. Is it brave or stupid to continue to be hung upside down. Your master will lose consciousness soon."

"I don't have a master."

"Your captain tells you what to do."

Zariah frowned.

"I give in, master." Zariah whispered.

Sequence stood up, looked to the Master for permission and then let Zariah down.

"Lay there for a while, until you ok to stand." Sequence said as he untied her feet.

"Will he hurt me, Sequence?"

"No, of course not." Sequence knelt next to the Captain. "You should give in. It'll be fine; nothing bad will happen."

"He said I could talk to the alliance after the last test. He won't let me after this one either."

"Actually, they're within range and ready to video call you when you're ready." Daniel smiled at them.

"I give in, master. Let me down."

"That's not what I told you to say."

"I give in, master."

"Well done, slave. Sequence, untie them all ending with the good captain."

"Yes, Master."

****

"What were you thinking? They wanted to flog you! All of you. It took lots of negotiation to get to this point. They have been very lenient! The least you could do was be grateful for our hard work. You kidnapped two young men!" The commander of the alliance said from the screen. 

"We did not kidnap them! They are slaves; we tried to rescue them but they've been so brainwashed..."

"Slaves?"

"Sex slaves, sir. Both of them stolen from their home planets."

"Didn't they commandeer the ship and return?"

"Yeah, like I said they're brainwashed. They claim they need their masters; they claim they like it here, that they are respected and well-treated but one of them has six piercings in his dick. They use forms of torture as slaves tests; the two punishments we've been subjected to are both modified slaves tests."

"Are there many slaves?"

"Yes. Loads. Probably more slaves than free-people?"

"Are they all happy with the system like the two you took?"

"Apparently, they seem it. We can't seem to persuade any to release us even with the promise of protection."

"So there is little chance of them agreeing to abolish it?"

"Even if the King did, I doubt the slaves would leave. They'd stay and be slaves. It angers me, the boys we took, they've got so much potential, they're amazing and so young; they could do anything they wanted."

The Commander pinched his nose.

"Ok, we'll have to bring this into negotiations. The problem is that you're stuck there until we can sort this out and we probably can't sort this out without allowing them into the alliance."

****

There was a great table in the middle of the room, the commander entered followed by the six delegates. Then the King and Queen entered followed by Peter and Daniel and then Fabian and Sequence.

Everyone was dressed up; the alliance delegates were wearing their ceremonial uniforms. The King, Queen and Princes were wearing their ceremonial Royal vestments. Fabian was just wearing a loincloth and a collar, while Sequence was wearing white heeled sandals, white hot pants and white jewels on his nipples and nose ring.

"We are here today to join this planet and its people to the Alliance of Planets. We have come to an agreement that pleases us both and we have agreed trade and legislative terms. The Alliance will protect this planet in times of war and all trade routes will be open to you. In return you will open your planet and resources for trade with other Alliance planets and grant all your slaves the right to freedom after one year of service with each owner as well as a range of other human rights. Are these the terms you have agreed to?

"They are." The King replied.

The two leaders signed the contract on the table and then shook hands while pictures were taken.

****

Sequence screamed as the whip hit his nipple rings.

"Want more Sequence?"

"Please."

"Where?"

"Nipples again." Sequence screamed again as the whip hit one nipple ring and then the other.

"What do you want now?"

"Your cock, Master."

"Where?"

"Want to taste you."

"I want to fuck you."

"Fuck me, Master." Sequence turned around and spread his legs, leaning on the wall.

"Little slut."

Sequence nodded as his Master pushed two slicked fingers into him; he rested his forehead on the wall waiting as he was prepared for his Master's cock. He shuddered as he felt the tip of his Master's cock enter him.

"Not going to touch you. Want you to come because I'm inside you."

Sequence pushed his ass back against the Master's thrusts.

"You're beautiful, Sequence. I totally love you. I have to touch you." The Master moved his hand down to Sequence's cock to make Sequence come before he came inside Sequence.

Sequence dropped to his knees, exhausted as the Master fell onto the bed.

"Master?" Sequence said, crawling to the edge of the bed.

"Yes, little one?"

"How long have I been your slave?"

"Almost fifteen months, little one. Why?"

"Master, I'd like my freedom."

"What?" The Master sat up. "You want your freedom?"

"Yes, Master."

The Master sighed and flopped back onto the bed.

"It is your right. But why? I thought you were happy here?"

"I am, Master."

"So why do you want to leave?"

"I don't, Master. I just don't want to be...I mean I don't want my freedom if I have to leave you. I want to stay here, just want you to know I stay because I want to, Master, not because I'm your slave but it, it doesn't matter, Master, if you don't want it."

The Master pulled Sequence up onto the bed, rolled onto him and kissed him.

"Sequence?"

"Master?"

"Call me Daniel."