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OffShore Ch. 01

By: RavenSSS



This is an erotic story that depicts sex between women. If this is not something you are comfortable reading, don't go any further.

Offshore: A story in 3 parts.


Chapter One:

A Terra–fied planet

In the very distant past, when the people of Earth realized that their sun would be coming to the end of its life within finite millennia, they began combing the solar systems of the Milky Way galaxy to find a substitute planet on which to colonize in order to keep humankind from becoming extinct. 

Having huge space-traveling ships able to travel at warp speed, many times the speed of light, it took only a little over 23,700 years to find a planetary system that would support mankind. They called the system Hope; the sun Sol; the main planet Terra; and a smaller planet, only a few thousand miles short of the distance from Terra, to where Mars would be in the old home system, they named Offshore. 

Terra had the iron core necessary for a magnetic field to maintain an atmosphere; Terra was a Goldilocks planet – just the right size and the right distance from Sol and just the right temperature to sustain flora and fauna; a moon, called Luna, at the right distance to ensure seasons for growing crops; half a planet of ocean for water; and outer planets that swept up comets, asteroids, and space debris that ensured that Terra wouldn't be bombarded causing periodic extinctions. Terra-forming this planet took a little over 400 years, but when it was complete, Terra was almost the equivalent of Earth. The one thing missing was Earth's rare mineral wealth; however, Offshore had those elements in abundance. 

Unfortunately, the haves and have-nots from the old plant Earth were in a constant state of turmoil, when not at downright war.

In an attempt to colonize Offshore for purposes of mining the mineral riches, the Terran government had offered land grants and subsidies to those willing to live and work on that planet. As often happens when great wealth and greed are involved, Terra reneged on promises made to the new inhabitants of Offshore. This lack of faith created more than just hard feelings. Eventually, it led to all out war that lasted over two centuries. 

With the realization that eventually it would be necessary for the two planets to bury the hatchet in order for either to survive, an uneasy truce was established; embassies, consulates and trade missions were set up and the situation was semi-stabilized, but the inhabitants of the two planets never learned to trust one another. Their ways of life and cultures were too dissimilar. 

The people of Terra were mainly Occidental, while those on Offshore were preponderantly Oriental. The antipathies had nothing to do with race, skin color, or national origin. That had been weeded out long before they had left the home planet, Earth. The difference had everything to do with how hardships had forged those on Offshore as opposed to the easy life on Terra. Terrans were soft while those on Offshore were as hard and unyielding as metal-glass. Another difference had to do with gender; the long wars had more than decimated the males of Offshore; nearly ninety per cent of males had been killed in the wars with Terra. The remaining women were embittered; fortunately, they had learned to be self-sufficient and self-reliant. 

Offshore became a completely matriarchal society. The Shoredwellers, as they referred to themselves, eventually came to think of men as a necessary evil. Men no longer lived among the women in the villes, as the large, circular, bubble towns were known. The remaining men lived in the mining camps, where they kept the machinery running and the mining robots in repair; in the spaceports, where they maintained space yachts; Offshore service craft, and automatic inter-planet cargo ships; and in the industrial areas, where they tended to the nuclear, electrical, and hydraulic utilities that kept Offshore viable. 

Men and women no longer had ongoing liaisons, but on their bi-weekly shore – or rather, Offshore – leave, men came into the villes to link with those women who were designated breeders, or who just wanted a diversion from a steady diet of female on female sex. Then too, there were many linkages by a mated pair of women with a man on leave. These arrangements seemed to suit both genders, and there were no disharmonious 'wars of the sexes' on Offshore, as there continued to be on Terra.

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It was nearly 11:15 p.m., and Zhanet had just come from a meeting of the Bi-Planet Legal Conference on Terra where she had been the temporary Attorney-Major of Terra since her predecessor had taken ill three weeks before. Her position was only nominal as her duties were limited to describing legal aspects pertaining to Terra's relationship to the outer planet, Offshore, and she had no actual say so in the proceedings. She was no more than a repository of legal information; however, the continuous barrage of questions by the staff members had exhausted her.

Zhanet was looking forward to a hot shower, a cup of thick hot chocolate, and a good night's sleep. As she entered the darkened hallway leading to her living unit, she felt a sharp sting at the back of her neck. 

She recalled nothing more until she awoke to find herself in an unlit cell-like room. She was lying on a thin mat on the floor, and she was completely nude. She had no idea of where she was or how long she'd been unconscious.

When she tried to rise, Zhanet found she was stiff, sore, thirsty, and ravenously hungry; she also had an ache deep within her abdomen. 

She was startled by a moan from behind her. Turning, she saw that she was not alone; there was a nude woman lying on a mat next to the wall. Zhanet rushed to the woman's side and asked how she could help. It was then that she realized the woman was Paula, another attorney whom she worked with at the Bi-Planet Legal Conference office in New Amsterdam, Western Division, Terra. 

"Paula, are you all right? Is there something I can do for you?" Zhanet asked in a strained voice.

"I don't know," the woman answered. "My abdomen hurts like hell. Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here?" she sputtered. "Oh, Zhanet, I didn't recognize you at first. When did you cut your hair? Where are we? Are our clothes here somewhere?"

"I don't know where we are and, no, our clothes are not in here, Paula. I just woke up a few minutes ago, myself," Zhanet said. "There are no windows and this lighting is so dim, I can't tell anything about this place. There's a door over there; we can try it as soon as you feel you can get up. I haven't had my hair cut; what do you mean? Oh, yours is very short; it's a cap of curls. Someone must have cut our hair while we were unconscious." Zhanet ran her hands through hair and sighed. It had never been that short since she was a small child.

Zhanet helped Paula to her feet and, together, they went to the door. There was no handle or Identi-Plate and the two women were at a loss as how to open it. When Paula pushed the door, it lit up and swung open. "It must be made of metal-glass," Zhanet conjectured as she stepped into the corridor outside the door. 

Before she could take another step, two women came running around a corner toward them. "Stop!" One of the women yelled. "Stay right where you are." The women appeared to be armed with very thin, bright red rods about two feet in length. "You were not to leave your room until told to do so," one of them said, brandishing the red rod like a sword. "However, we were coming to get you anyway, so follow us."

Zhanet and Paula began bombarding the women with questions. "Be quiet," one said. "You are not to speak unless spoken to." She punctuated her warning by jabbing the rod at Paula's midriff. When the rod touched her, there was a crackling sound and Paula was thrown against the corridor wall. The shock took her breath away. When Zhanet moved to help Paula, a guard touched her hip with a rod, and she too was stunned. "Be quiet, do as you're told, and you won't be shocked. What you've experienced is mild compared to what these prods can do," the attending guard growled. "Now follow us." Zhanet wanted to ask about her clothes but was afraid to speak. She and Paula followed the two women who were dressed in pale red, mid-thigh smocks and sandals. 

They were led to a large room in which were a dozen other naked women and twice that number of female guard-attendants. A large desk took up a lot of the space in the room. After a few minutes, a tall, well-built woman strode in and stood in front of the desk; she stared around the room at each of the women until she focused on Zhanet. She nodded as if to say to herself, "This is the one." 

"I am Ceil, consort to the Matriarch. When I speak to you, you will address me as My Lady; acknowledge me by looking at me once, nod, and then look down at the floor in front of you. Do not speak unless I ask you a question. Any departure from this will be dealt with by severe punishment. You are on Offshore and have been taken for dual purposes. The first is to serve in your professional capacities and the second is to serve the women of Offshore sexually. Forget who you were on Terra. That part of your life is over. You are here permanently. There are fourteen of you this time; three are doctors; two are attorneys; and the rest are engineers or scientists. No matter what your rank was on Terra, you are now of our lowest caste. You are on the same level as animals in the eyes of our people. Don't forget that status or be prepared for much pain.

"You are asking yourselves why you were taken. Terra allows only five percent of Offshore's population to be educated in its universities, while education is afforded to any Terran who requests it. We have to make up for our lack of professionals by taking some of the best of Terra. You have been moved through our embassies and consulates where Terrans are forbidden by treaty and then brought here in space yachts that are inviolate as embassy vehicles.  No one will look for you because no one knows you're on Offshore. 

"In the next few days, you will be assigned to duties where you will be expected to work for this world. Again, any deviance from what we expect of you will be met with severe punishment. We will not pamper you just because you are women. If it is necessary to put you to death, we can replace you from the vast Terran female population, so you may well believe that we have no compunction about ending your lives.

"Do your jobs well; service us well sexually; and you may survive for many years. As Terrans, you may not wear clothing or have any personal possessions – not even a toothbrush, not even your Terran names. Your hair will be kept short, so combs are not needed. Terra has allowed us extremely few amenities and they are for the use of our native population. You have had possessions in your prior life; now it is our turn to have the pitiful little we can attain. We need the mineral credits from Terra for the basic things of life here.

"One of the things you used on Terra was a tampon. Shoredwellers can't afford such luxuries; therefore, we use a small plastine cap that fits over the cervix. Since you are not permitted to have even that possession, a prod was introduced into your womb and an electric charge eliminated your need to menstruate. We don't need to have you dripping blood on our floors."

One of the naked women began to scream at Ceil, "How dare you mutilate us like that. Who the hell do you think you are? I want to speak to someone at the Terran consulate, now!" 

She continued ranting at Ceil until that woman turned to a guard and said in a low, throaty growl, "Silence her."

The guard immediately stunned the woman with a prod, and she fell to the floor. The guard pulled the woman's hands behind her back and fastened her wrists together. She pulled the woman's tongue free of her mouth and inserted a four-inch plastine pin, about a quarter of an inch wide, through that appendage. Then she pulled the moaning woman to her feet and held her until she could stand by herself.

Ceil addressed the woman, "Since you were unable to control your tongue emotionally, I have seen to it that you won't be able to control it physically. After a day or so of not being able to pull your tongue back into your mouth, you may think twice about speaking before you are spoken to. Tomorrow or the next day, the long pin will be removed, and a shorter pin and a small ball will be substituted. You will not be able to remove the ball from your mouth - as a constant reminder that you spoke out of turn. Do you understand?" The woman nodded and grunted, evidently in shock and in a good deal of pain.

"Does anyone else have a grievance she'd like to air?" Ceil asked. Silence. "Well, in that case, you may return to your rooms. This woman's roommate will see to it that the pin is not removed until someone comes and treats the wound. Do not undo her wrists or remove the pin, or you will take her place.

"One more thing; we won't use prods, chains or manacles to keep you in line from now on. If you refuse any command or disobey in the slightest, even once, you will be subjected to another type of control." Ceil took a packet from the desk, opened it, and showed the group of women a thick needle, an inch and a half long. She turned the small loop on the end and several thin, quarter inch needles sprang slightly open forming barbs. "This will be inserted through your nipples into your breasts and the barbs opened. The slightest tug on the shaft will cause excruciating pain. In the event you need to be restrained, a monofilament line will be attached to the needle eye and the other end to whatever is available.

The horror – and terror – of what had just occurred and what they had learned was not lost on the rest of the women as they were led out of the audience room. They were very quiet.

Ceil pointed to Zhanet and said, "You and your mate will stay here." Zhanet began to tremble with fear. All of the guards left the room, but Zhanet could see two of them through the metal-glass door.

"You two will be members of my seraglio, my harem; as my concubines, you will have certain privileges; you will have better food than your fellow Terrans, and I may allow you to wear a skirt and sandals from time to time, depending on where I take you. I am not asking you if you want to belong to me; I'm telling you that you no longer have a right to your own bodies; however, if you feel you must demur from sexually satisfying me because you are heterosexual, I will listen. Then you will be severely beaten to show you have no choice, and your consciences will be clear; that will not change what you are expected to perform. Is that understood?" The two women were too frightened to decline. "Good," stated Ceil.

"You with the auburn hair, whatever your name was, you are now TT, and blondie, you are now CC. It is not necessary for you to know what those letters stand for. Forget you ever had other names. I don't wish to know them. If I hear of your using your former names, you will wish you had forgotten them. I will no longer ask you if you understand something I say to you. It is up to you to listen very carefully to what I say and comply immediately. I will not brook hesitation," Ceil snarled.

"Now you must wear my colors, so that everyone will know you are my property. Then no one else will attempt to use you." Ceil walked around behind the desk and took four small packets from a drawer. She handed two each to Zhanet and Paula. "Open them." The women opened the packets and found small, lavender, plastine rings in each of them. The rings were open at one point; along the inside rim were very small, sharp teeth. Although Zhanet didn't know the purpose of the rings, they filled her with dread. 

"TT, face CC and clasp your hands behind your head. CC, take one of the rings and spread it open. Yes, like that. Be careful; there are little teeth along the inside rim, and they are very sharp. Wait. Give the rings to TT. Now, pull hard on one of TT's nipples and when it is fully erect and extended as far as possible, put the ring around the nipple close to the aureole. Then snap it closed. Do it right the first time, as it can't be opened again. It will be permanent. What are you waiting for? Do it. Stop that crying; now! You are trying my patience. I warned you that I would not countenance hesitation. Believe me, if I have to do it, I will not be gentle. Move aside, CC. Hold very still, TT."

She grabbed Zhanet's right breast in one hand and pulled the nipple with her other hand. It was so painful that it felt to Zhanet as though Ceil would pull her nipple off. Her eyes teared up, but she didn't budge. "CC, snap that ring on her nipple up against her aureole," commanded Ceil.

"But it will hurt her," opined Paula. "I don't want to hurt her." 

"Of course it will hurt, but you had better put it on her, or I'll have your tits needled and barbed," Ceil snarled in exasperation. 

"Do it, Paula, uh, CC. Put it on me," insisted Zhanet. "Don't make matters worse." When the ring snapped shut, the teeth bit into her flesh, and Zhanet yelped in pain. She gritted her teeth when the second ring was placed, but made no sound. 

Paula's knees buckled when she felt the bite of the first ring, but was able to suffer the second one with just a grimace.

"Beautiful; just beautiful." Ceil said, as she admired her handiwork. "You needn't be concerned about infection; the rings and teeth are sterile," Ceil assured them.

"You two are now my property. If anyone attempts to use you, just point out my colors. You will be left alone. You are privileged, but don't think to take advantage of that status in any other way," Ceil warned. "In a moment, I will call my secretary who will witness your submission to me; you will then kneel before me, swear obeisance, and kiss my genitals - passionately. I will accept your fealty, and then my ownership of you will be official. Should you demur in word or attitude, you will be put to death painfully for insulting me. For now, go to the corner and sit on the floor. Think of how you will tell me of your submission. I'll call you when my secretary returns," instructed Ceil.

"There's no way I'm going down on that bitch, Zhanet. She can go to hell if she thinks I will," spat Paula.

"You have to be pragmatic, Paula. Think with your head, not with your emotions. Feeling like an outraged Terran citizen will get you killed – as Ceil said – painfully. Listen, we are immensely fortunate that we are in our present situation," whispered Zhanet.

"Fortunate? Are you out of your mind? We've been kidnapped and forced to kowtow to a nasty woman. I'm cold, hungry, and thirsty. My nipples are on fire from these damned spiked rings. I'm naked; I'm scared; I feel like I'm on a foreign planet – I AM on a foreign planet. We may never see Terra again. How the hell can you say we're fortunate?" queried Paula.

"Sshhh! Don't raise your voice. Talk softly. We've not been kidnapped, Paula. We've been taken. There won't be a demand for ransom or for any other good and valuable consideration. And, yes, our chances of getting back to our old lives are extremely slim if not non-existent." Zhanet continued whispering, "I meant we're fortunate that Ceil is interested in us; that she wants us in her harem. Remember what she said about being the Matriarch's consort. I'm not sure what that means, but Ceil is either second in command or she's the Matriarch's pet. In any case, she evidently has clout. Belonging to her is an advantage for us. 

"Can you imagine the situation the other Terran women are in? According to what Ceil said or didn't say, they can be used – or even abused – by any Shoredweller who takes a notion to use them. We are fortunate that we have Ceil's protection. Remember that Shoredwellers hate Terrans. Working for the Bi-Planet Legal Conference must have given you some insight as to how these people on Offshore have been treated ever since minerals were discovered here. 


OffShore Ch. 02



Chapter Two:

Doctors to Medics

When the twelve Terran women were led from the audience room, they were taken to a smaller room, empty of furnishings; a woman wearing a smock, similar to the ones worn by the attendants but pale orange, not red, came in and waited until the room was quiet and then spoke to the assemblage. "Terrans, you will address me as Matron, I will explain the rules that you will adhere to for the rest of your stay on Offshore – the rest of your lives," the matron began. There was a buzz of conversation among the Terran women. 

"Quiet! You have already been told to remain silent. Must you be punished in order to remember that rule? Just to refresh your memories, I'll repeat it. Think of it as rule number one. When you are in the presence of Offshore women, especially those of a higher caste, you will remain silent until you are asked a question or given permission to speak. If you are conversing with another Terran when a Shoredweller passes you, stop talking until she is out of earshot – or at least fifteen feet away. If she doesn't move on, keep your voices low. We do not like you and, therefore, do not want to hear your insipid voices. 

"You must not do anything that would bring you to our attention. You will find you are better off if you blend into the background. If you must ask a question, place your hand in front of your face, palm outward, and wait to be recognized. If we deign to allow you to speak, ask your question as succinctly as possible. Do not chatter. Disregard this rule and you will find yourself at the whipping post. Disregarding this or any rule will bring you painful punishment. You will learn that we enjoy inflicting pain on you and will do so for any infraction, no matter how minor. Remember, remain as invisible as possible and speak only when spoken to. Also remember that you are second – no, third class citizens – on Offshore. 

"Tomorrow morning, you will be shown your workplaces and given instructions on what work you are to do. Listen carefully to those instructions; they will not be repeated. At your workplaces, you will find a green smock similar to what I'm wearing but with your name and position on the left breast area. You will wear the smock while working so as to avoid contaminating whatever you're working on. At the end of your ten-hour shift, remove the smock, return it to the rack on which you found it and return to your quarters. 

"Terra does not seem fit to provide us with the same food, clothing, and amenities that you took for granted when you lived there. You will never have those again so get used to what you are given here. Four times a day, you will receive a food bar that contains all the nutrition necessary for good health on Offshore. It will taste like a Terran fruit and will be the closest to that fruit that you will ever eat again. If you find life harsh on Offshore, remember that that has been ordained by your Terran society. The average Shoredweller does not have a better life than you will have here. 

"Although we no longer have to toil in the mines because robots now serve that function, we lead a sparse and meager life. Terra decides how much is credited to Offshore and therefore assigns a value on the minerals exported to that planet. We have no choice but to accept that figure; it purchases only the barest of necessities. You may come to dislike your former planet because of the life you will be forced to live here. You will come to realize that it is Terra that actually makes it necessary for all of us to have to lead austere lives. You will understand why Shoredwellers don't like Terrans and treat them harshly. There is no love lost for you.

"This may be the only time you receive an apology from a Shoredweller: I apologize for my rant; not because it isn't factual but because I have wasted time in delivering it. 

"You will find a short hose connected to a water faucet in your quarters. Water will be turned on four times a day for about one hour each time. Water is precious here; don't waste it. You may use it to drink, bathe, or whatever, but, again, don't waste it. There will be pitchers in each room that you may keep drinking water in. The water will always be cold; we don't have the facility to heat it – another of Terra's legacies – get used to it. You will be given soap each week, but it will be enough for only one bath and to wash your hands during that week. Be judicious in its use. It too is precious.

"As explained to you by My Lady Ceil, you are on Offshore for a dual purpose: work and sexual service. You will service any Shoredweller with the same or higher rank than you. When chosen, you will comply without hesitation and to the best of your ability. Refusal, hesitation, or poor performance will assure you of intense pain. Although you may not know how to service women now, you will practice assiduously until you are expert at providing what is expected of you. 

"Each morning, before work begins, you will practice with your roommate. Each evening, after work, you will practice again. There are no exceptions at any time. Occasionally, you will be tested and rated by one of our staff. Failure to do exceptionally well will bring you misery that you do not want to receive.

"After you return to your quarters, there is one chore you must perform. I will pass out a plasti-packet with your Terran name on it. That is the last time in your lives that you will be known by that name. Inside the packet, you will find a strip of plastine with your new nomenclature. It is approximately one inch long and a quarter inch wide. It is color coded to show your rank and work status. You will wear it on your left breast for the rest of your life. The initial letter refers to your job and the following letter and numbers show your position in that job. You will be referred to by that designation from this day forward. For example, an M refers to medical personnel and you will be addressed as 'Medic' or Medic A12345 or E for Engineer and so forth. 

"Peel off the thick backing and position it below the top swell of your left breast. The tag has needles on the reverse side that will enter your flesh and adhere to it. Once on, it cannot be removed so be sure you position it correctly. It will be painful and cause a burning sensation for about half an hour. Don't complain about it. 

"Does anyone have a question before you are released for the night?" There was a pause. Then a women put her hand in front of her face, palm out. "Yes? What is it?" The Matron asked.

An appalled Terran doctor spoke up. "Are we considered prisoners? It would seem that we are."

"Absolutely not," was her reply. "Despite that My Lady Ceil may have called you the lowest caste here, you are professionals and will be so treated by this office. If you were not, your lives would be considerably harsher. You are the lowest caste of our upper tier and are subordinate to Offshore professionals of your own caste. There are actually two ranks below you: civic and business managers, and then the working class. However, your position is strictly nominal, and you have no jurisdiction over anyone.

"You are free to come and go as you please. You will not be confined to your quarters except when being punished for rule infraction; however, your nametags contain electronic circuits that will let us know your location at any given moment. There are exercise rooms, video library and viewing rooms, and other recreation areas. You are free to use them or leave these premises whenever you have no duties to perform. You must observe curfew and be on these premises at certain times, but that holds true for most of the Offshore population. It is one way to curb petty crime, which I might add, is almost nonexistent here. However, be careful where you go. As I stated, Shoredwellers do not like Terrans and you take risks by being among them." 

"If we are not prisoners, why will we get punished so easily?" asked the Terran doctor.

"You weren't prisoners on Terra. Wouldn't you have been punished for breaking the law?" was the Matron's reply. "However, we don't have prisons on Offshore. We don't have the resources or personnel for that. All punishment is physical with the exception of room confinement. Even in that case, the door isn't locked, but if you are caught outside of your room, the punishment will be physical.

"What if we don't wish to have, uh, lesbian sex? What can we do to avoid that? Do we have to do that?" asked the doctor.

"Evidently you weren't listening. The next time you ask for something to be repeated, you will be punished. Keep silent and listen well is the best advice I can offer you. As for lesbian sex, you have no choice. That's the second reason you were brought here. You will do what's expected of you. There are no exceptions.

"No more questions now! You all seem to be in a state of culture shock which is understandable since you are coming from a completely different environment. Obey the few rules we have, and you will be fine. Remember the silence rule; that is the one that is most essential for Terrans to follow as you have a habit of chattering. We prefer quiet on Offshore. Following the rule will keep you safer. 

"Attendants will take you back to your quarters now; there is no longer any need to guard you, so you are on your own recognizance from now on. Don't think that gives you leeway to break rules. Your nametags are always available for electronic surveillance, and anywhere you may go is also under surveillance – another hindrance to lawlessness on Offshore.

"Be sure to affix your nametags and practice servicing your roommate before you sleep tonight. You are dismissed," the Matron exclaimed.

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After the matron's lecture, their attendants, Willa and Chine, escorted Karla and Olivia, two Terran doctors, back to their room. The room had two folding shelves; each held a narrow, handle-less pitcher and a small packet of liquid soap.

Chine explained, "We will bring you a food bar each morning after sex practice; you will be given another at midday at work. We will bring you two more after your afternoon sex practice; you can eat them at your discretion. They will provide all the nourishment you need. You may lose some weight, but you'll be healthier than you were on Terra. We'll bring you a soap packet every seventh day.

"You are expected to work four days on duty and are off for three. As medics, you may have irregular schedules. How you spend your off duty time is up to you, but it is suggested that you spend some of the time learning about Offshore; you will be here a long time. It is also suggested that you spend time in the exercise room as Offshore gravity is less than on Terra; otherwise, your bones will lose density.

"I think I've covered everything; do you have any questions?"

Karla sighed, "I have a hundred questions. How many may I ask?"

Chine answered, "Whatever you need to know."

"First, where is the bathroom? I have to go bad," asked Karla, gritting her teeth.

"There is a floor drain in the corner over there. That and the faucet and hose are the toilet and shower. I know from videos that you have a different arrangement on Terra, but this is what we use on Offshore," Chine explained.

"Oh dear Jupiter, I've been here just a short time, and I'm more than ready to go back to Terra. I'm not sure I can survive roughing it like this. I'm almost afraid to ask, but how do we, er, wipe? I don't suppose there's a bidet. Oh wait, don't tell me. The faucet and hose," Karla groaned. Chine nodded.

"If you aren't our guards, why must you come by so often," asked Olivia, "and why does it take two of you to bring us food bars and soap?

"Well, there are so few different jobs on Offshore that we were assigned this job together. Willa and I work together because we are mates. Almost everyone has a mate on Offshore. You two are mates. Only the elite are alone here, but they usually have concubines to use. This may seem odd to you, but we shudder when we hear how you live on Terra. It must be a terribly lonely place, as so many Terrans have no mates.

"Why do you consider Karla and me mates?" Asked Olivia. 

"You are mates because you've been designated mates, of course. You are roommates, about the same age, and, in your case, you are both medics. What more could you want?" asked Willa, shrugging her shoulders. 

Karla ignored the question and said, "That soap packet won't be enough for even one shower bath. How can we get more? 

"There is no more. Everyone gets one packet every seventh day. You'll have to make do," answered Willa. "Of course, you could barter for more."

"We have nothing to barter with. We aren't permitted to have possessions, and if this planet is on a commune basis, we won't get paid for our work. What do we have with which to barter?" Asked Karla.

"You have beautiful bodies. You won't have any trouble finding someone to barter soap for sex. Chine and I have already discussed how we would like to have sex with you two; however, we are of a lower rank and can't demand sex of you. We could still barter for soap. We aren't as concerned about bathing every week as Terrans are; I would be very willing to trade a soap packet each fortnight for the use of your bodies. I would prefer to wait though until you are proficient in performing oral sex.

"As soon as you have practiced for awhile and become adept, we can barter," Willa said, enthusiastically, eyeing the women's naked bodies.

Not wanting to insult Willa, Karla said, "Well, that's something to consider. I have one last question. You said you'd bring us food bars after we, er, practice in the morning and after work. How will you know when we did?"

Chine explained, "Your nametags transmit your heart rate and other vital information. When you've each experienced orgasms, those vital signs will show up in the surveillance room where we work. Then we know to bring you food because you will be hungry. 

"You must affix your nametags before we leave. Open the packets and we'll help you attach them," offered Chine. "Now peel off the backing. Be careful; the needles are sharp and they attach permanently." 

"Oh my, the needles are about a quarter inch long. They're going to hurt like hell." Olivia declared.

"Olivia, we're doctors. We stick needles in patients all day long. Think of it as an inoculation and just do it." Karla suggested.

It took the two women a few minutes to get up the courage to push the needles into their breasts; it hurt worse than they had anticipated, but they toughed it out. 

"In a way, it's good that the tags are permanent. I wouldn't want to have that pain to look forward to every day," admitted Olivia, as she rubbed her breast around the tag, trying to assuage the pain. Karla pinched her breast in different places trying to decentralize the painful area.

"One more question, it's frigging cold in here and there are no beds or blankets. Where do we sleep and how do we keep warm?" asked Karla, trying to wrap herself in her own arms.

Chine explained, "You sleep on the mats you were lying on when you awoke earlier. Cuddle to keep warm. That's another reason we need mates on Offshore."

Willa and Chine inspected the doctors' tags, nodded and left, leaving Karla and Olivia alone and staring at each other. They hadn't eaten since they were taken a few days before and were very hungry; their breasts hurt; they had to pee – and would have to squat – without privacy – to relieve themselves; they had to figure a way to get food without having sex with each other; they were cold, tired, and dreaded their new life. To say they were miserable would be a huge understatement.

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The next morning, as the attendants led Olivia and Karla to their medical station, Karla asked, "Why didn't we receive food this morning? We are weak from hunger."

Willa made a face that showed she was disgusted and said, "You didn't practice orally last night or this morning. That is the only way you will receive food."

"But we both had an orgasm this morning. Didn't they show up on the monitor?" asked Olivia.

"Yes, your orgasms were reflected, but they were manually induced. Don't try to fool the sensors. You've been told that you will be fed only after you practice oral sexual stimulation and release," Willa sighed. "You won't be fed at mid day either unless you can convince Manager Twylla that you wish to put on a sex display for her with each other, or maybe you can barter with her for her food bar and divide it between you two. She would most likely expect both of you to please her, in that case. Better still, Chine and I can come by on your break, and we'll give you one of our bars in exchange for sex. Of course, there will be no privacy; everyone, including patients, at the medical station will be able to observe. Everyone is interested in how well Terrans perform oral sex on other women. We understand that sex on Terra is mostly heterosexual.

"Oh, here's Medic B; she'll explain your duties and introduce you to Manager Twylla. Medic B, these are two of the doctors who arrived yesterday. Show them around and tell them what they're to do. Medics, we'll bring you food later this afternoon after practice." The attendants nodded and left.

"Hello doctors, I mean Medics. Terrans aren't allowed to use the title "doctor"; that's reserved for Offshore doctors only. This is where you'll be working; it's the central medical station on Offshore. Wait until the attendants are out of earshot. Okay, they're gone. I'm so glad to see you. I'm Bree, but don't say that out loud. As you know, we're not permitted to use our Terran names," instructed Bree.

"I haven't spoken to someone new from home in many Terran Lunar Months. Only doctors are brought here. The other new Terrans are sent elsewhere to work. I'd love to talk to you about any news about Terra, but we don't want to get caught discussing it or even chattering, which is what these women call our talking."

"Your medical duties at this station will not be a burden on you. As on Terra, there aren't any critical medical problems; major illnesses have been eliminated here, too. You'll be caring for broken bones, burns, strains, sprains, colds, and an occasional female problem. There are so few babies born here in Inner Ville that you may never attend a live birth. The outlying stations treat more medical problems as the working class has more strenuous duties, and therefore, more physical body damage. There are also many more births there. There is some bacterial infection here, so you may have to give inoculations and injections – yes, needle injections – as we don't have many of Terra's day-to-day medical equipment. That's another reason why these women hate us. There are never enough mineral credits to purchase up-to-date medical materiel.

"The Offshore women will use any excuse to humiliate us and cause us pain. They think of us as pampered dolls who had everything handed to us on Terra while they must work hard just to survive. Don't give them an excuse, as they are extremely vindictive. By the way, where are your white ribbons?" Bree asked.

"Hi Bree, I'm Olivia. I'm so glad to find someone to discuss our predicament with. How long have you been here? Is there any way we can get back to Terra? I have so many questions to ask, but I guess we shouldn't be talking during our work hours. What ribbons are you referring to?" asked Olivia.

"I have been here for five, almost six years, ever since I graduated from medical school. I was taken on my way home from school. I never had a chance to interne," Bree sighed.

"All newcomers are given a white ribbon collar to wear around their necks for their first fifteen days after arrival," Bree continued. "They indicate that those wearing them are not to be accosted before they can learn the rules. You should have been given them along with a food bar after your first oral sex practice. Ask your attendants for them, or you'll be preyed upon by everyone just waiting for you to screw up."




OffShore Ch. 02



"You'll find your smocks hanging on the rack over there near the door to the ward. Wear them while you're here but don't dare wear them outside this facility. You're to remain naked all the time you're not working. These women know that's humiliating to Terrans which is why you're not allowed clothing most of the time. Most of the rules have dual purposes: the first is for practicality, but the main reason is to humiliate us and to cause us discomfort. 

"I understand that there was a third doctor taken. Is she very attractive? My current mate is an engineer and is rarely here at Inner Ville. I miss having someone to cuddle with. I would love to hook up with another doctor who would stay on station and room with me. I think the other doctor may be an obstetrician and will be traveling from ville to ville; however, she should be living here at this station and be here to sleep."

"Bree, I'm Karla. We weren't introduced to any of the other Terran women, but they all seemed to be fairly attractive. I hope for your sake that you can get together with her. Are you lesbian and what if she isn't?" Asked Karla. 

"Olivia, Karla. It doesn't matter if we were straight or gay on Terra. All women here are expected to be bi-sexual although the chance of having sex with a man is highly unlikely for us Terrans. Men don't usually come into Inner Ville and when they do, it's usually by invitation by designated breeders. 

"Your sex contacts will be with women from now on, and you're expected to service any Offshore women of your caste or above who request it as well as with your roommate and other Terran women. You both have nice bodies. I would enjoy sleeping with either of you – or both of you. However, I was heterosexual before being taken. That was a million years ago. I am now sexually aroused by women – and possibly – by men, too, if I ever meet one," declared Bree.

"Are you aware of why your attendants haven't given you each a ribbon? One of your duties will be to visit the outlying villes occasionally, and you'll need the ribbons to be safe from predation – by Offshore females." Bree pointed out.

"Bree, Olivia and I haven't had sex together – yet." Karla admitted.

"Oh dear lord Buddha. You must. You must! You must as soon as possible! You're not safe until you do. Maybe I can find a private place for you now. Maybe a storage closet. I assume you haven't had anything to eat yet, either. You must be faint from hunger. Why would you flaunt the rules? Oh my. Do you hate women?" asked Bree. 

Suddenly, Bree had an idea. "Would you agree to bring me to orgasm later today if I share my food bar with you? I wouldn't take advantage of your situation if I had been having regular sex with my engineer roommate. Masturbation is frowned on, and I am so needy. It is common knowledge that the food bars contain aphrodisiacs. Sex is the only physical pleasure on Offshore, and the elite want us sated to prevent even minor rebellion. Terrans would be in danger of being attacked by Shoredwellers if pent up sexual energy weren't released periodically." Bree explained.

"Speaking of the elite, they call themselves 'The Purple'." she continued. "They are the ruling class. Owners of large businesses and upper level civic leaders wear blue; professionals, like us, wear green; lower level civic leaders, small business owners, and managers wear orange; and the working class wears red. 

"Of course, the colors are muted pastels actually, so you may not recognize a color at a distance. Be careful as you approach someone. She may be of a higher or lower rank than you. You may not know until you are only a few yards away. Your breast tags will identify you as Terrans and are also color coded, although that is not necessary, as your nudity will indicate that you're Terran. Only Terran professionals are taken. 

"At times, a needed technician is taken, but she is considered a professional no matter her status on Terra. Offshore professionals, those who have somehow achieved that status, are considered a bit above your rank and may not want to be lumped in with Terrans; they may wear cyan. They may also demand sex from you although you are both considered 'green'. Otherwise, as working professionals you have the same status. The colors can be confusing, so you must learn to recognize them on sight. 

"Ask your attendants for a chart. It will be just an inch long, plastine strip with no wording, but just read down from the purple at the top. You will come to value it because it is the only possession you will have. It is something you can actually hold in your hand and rub between your fingers like a pacifier," Bree explained. "I hope I have covered the most important aspects, but you may ask me more at a later time. I can talk to you freely this once, as it will seem as though I am giving you medical information."

"Where would we keep the color chart?" asked Olivia. "Without clothes, we have no pockets."

Bree looked at Olivia as she would a naïve child and said, "Olivia, you have a built in pocket like every other woman. It is the only place to keep or hide anything." Olivia closed her eyes and sighed.

"One thing more; use sex to make friends and connections; you have no other means with which to barter. If your faces aren't constantly sticky with vaginal secretions, you aren't trying hard enough. By the way, there is medical soap available on station for keeping your hands clean; however, do not use it to wash your faces or anything else. That is not sanctioned. Soap is too valuable.

"Do you want to share my food bar? We could split it three ways." Bree suggested, the implication could be heard in her voice.

"Let's do it, Olivia. I am so hungry, and we'll have to pleasure women eventually anyway." Karla pleaded. "I'm hungry enough to eat a horse, a prehistoric animal that lived on ancient Earth."

"But are you hungry enough to eat a little puss – oh, no – I'm not going there. Forget I said that. I must be out of my mind with hunger and despair to make a joke like that," exclaimed Olivia. "My weird sense of humor has overcome my sense of propriety. 

"Bree? Would you be willing to wait a few days until Karla and I can be a bit more comfortable with the idea of performing cunnilingus? How long did it take you to acclimate to eating pussy?" asked Olivia, trying to turn the focus from her outrageously awful joke.

"I'm sorry, Olivia, but I don't recall. It was most likely the day after I arrived here. I was so traumatized that I fell in with whatever I was told to do. It was several days before I could bring myself to realize that I would have to spend the rest of my life naked on this strange planet. 

"That reminds me, girls. You would normally never be allowed outside this facility unless you were nude; however, you could volunteer to visit outlying medical stations on an off duty day. Volunteering could get you a skirt to wear and sandals, too. You would be able to wear them even on workdays when you made your rounds of those stations. You would have to petition Manager Twylla and, of course, barter with her for that privilege. 

"I had to go out in public nude for several weeks before I learned of that exchange. It was like my worst nightmare. When I was a teenager, I used to dream that I found myself in public without my clothes. I never thought that it would come to pass when I was awake. I'm still a bit self-conscious that my breasts are bare when I walk outdoors, but wearing a skirt makes all the difference in the world," explained Bree. "However, you can't wear the skirt indoors; however, you can use the sandals all the time, and your feet will be a lot warmer. These floors are always cold. 

"If you are very good to Manager Twylla, she may allow you to keep the skirts in your rooms. Although they're not a substitute for a blanket at night, they're better than nothing at all. They are wrap-around, so you can open them up to cover yourselves. If you snuggle up close to each other, two skirts over you are absolute heaven. That's what my roommate and I do when she's here. Unfortunately, she wears hers when she travels and I'm always cold. Offshore women have never had bedding and bed linen, so they are used to sleeping without covering; however, they probably sleep in their dresses. Most women here have only one or two dresses; one to work in and one for the rest of the time. Some wear smocks at work and only need one other dress. No one wears underclothes here. They think Terran women are silly to do so.

"There are no laundry facilities here, but the clothing they wear rejects dirt, sweat, spills, or anything else. I had a pair of exercise pants on Terra that was made of that material, but it wasn't pleasant to wear. To make it a little more comfortable, the material here is extremely thin. You can almost see through it. Yes, the skirt I told you about is that thin, too, but it will keep your body heat in when you use it as a covering.

"I can't think of anything more to tell you, but if I do later, I'll come to your room and let you know. Now, I better introduce you to Manager Twylla; her office is on the other side of the medical ward. Just follow me," said Bree. "Twylla's rank is below yours, but she is in charge of this station and, therefore, she is like the captain of a ship on Terra; her word is law. Be nice to her; don't cross her; and you'll find her easy to get along with. Barter with her, and she'll allow you special privileges like wearing a skirt outdoors. Of course, that will require you to work on an off duty day, too.

"I'll share my food with you at mid-day, and yes, I'll wait a few days until you've acclimated. I will fantasize in the meantime. I want you to know that although we will have bartered for some of my food bar, I will still reciprocate when we make love. I want to know how you taste, too," Bree admitted. "It's obvious how much I've changed since I've been on Offshore; I'm salivating just thinking about tasting you. When I was on Terra, I would have been revolted by the thought."

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"This is Twylla's office and the door is open, so we can just walk in." Bree explained. "Good morning, Manager Twylla. These women are Medic C and Medic D, two of yesterday's arrivals. Are we interrupting?" asked Bree.

"Not at all, I've been anticipating your coming here, ladies. I have called you 'ladies' because I understand your plight. The general public will not call you that, but I want you to feel welcome here. We have great need of medics on Offshore. We have only a few native doctors, and they are greatly overworked," she explained. 

For the next half hour, Twylla explained the Terrans' duties and the medical centre policies and rules. Karla realized that the manager looked at her and spoke to her as though she were the only one in the room. She had men do that but never a woman before. It was evident that Twylla had an interest in her, and Karla thought she would take advantage of that interest. Twylla was very attractive, not at all what Karla had anticipated a medical station manager would look like. If she had to have sex with women, she thought this woman would be a positive. Following up on that thought, Karla spoke up, "Manager Twylla, may I ask a question of you?"

"Certainly." Twylla replied, "However, you needn't call me by my title when there are no non-medics around. Twylla is sufficient. I won't call you by your Terran names because that is forbidden. The elite want you to forget all ties to Terra, including your name. What is your question?"

Karla hesitated, but she began, "I understand that if we volunteer for extra duty, we'll be allowed a skirt and sandals. Is that correct?"

Twylla stared at Karla and seemed to be slightly icy when she replied, "Yes, but only after you have been humbled by walking naked publicly to other medical stations. Maybe after a few weeks, a skirt can be arranged. Was there anything else?"

"Yes, Twylla. Am I correct in assuming that since my color code is green, I can ask oranges and reds for sex? Do they have to comply?" she asked.

Again, Twylla stared at Karla before answering, "That's the policy here, but should a Shoredweller decline because she has antipathy toward Terrans, it would behoove you not to press the issue."

Karla continued, hoping she had read Twylla correctly, "Your color code is orange, Twylla; would you comply if I demanded sex from you and then demanded a food bar for allowing you to service me? After I have practiced for a while, I would reciprocate in the near future and would expect to be allowed to wear a skirt."

Twylla's demeanor was even icier, "You are in my charge, Medic C; I don't think that is proper for you to ask." She turned her attention toward Bree and Olivia who were horrified at Karla's breach of protocol. "Ladies, please see to the patients and close my door. This young woman is in serious need of discipline."

"Oh cripes!" thought Karla. "I have misread Twylla's attention. Now she's about to punish me for my impropriety."

Twylla growled, "Stand straight, missy, while I think of ways to deal with you." She picked up a bright red prod from her desk and walked around Karla, studying her. She ordered Karla to lie on the desk with her heels up beside her and her knees splayed apart.

"Lord Odin," Karla thought. "She's going to push that damned prod up inside me. I still have a lot of discomfort from having my womb zapped when I was unconscious. What will this feel like while I'm awake? Lord Buddha! What have I done? I've made a huge mistake. I hope the pain isn't too severe." Tears began welling up in her eyes, as she waited for her vagina to be violated, probed and zapped.

Twylla walked around the girl several more times while continually slapping her palm with the probe. She finally stopped walking, apparently coming to a decision, and took something from the desk drawer. She told Karla to open her mouth and shoved a ball of sweet, waxy substance into it. "That will muffle any screams that you may utter." 

Karla trembled with fright and gripped the desk edges tightly for support.

Twylla stared at Karla's pubes for what seemed like an hour to the girl. Then, Twylla laid a food bar on Karla's belly and said, "Don't eat that until your mid-day break." Putting the probe away in a desk drawer, she pulled her chair close to Karla's spread legs and sat down in it.

The first thing Karla felt were two fingers gently probing at her labia and pulling the folds apart. She knew that Twylla was looking at her soft, pink center and felt more exposed than she'd ever felt in her life. She tried pretending that she was at a doctor's exam but the next thing she felt dispelled that possibility entirely. With her labia spread by one hand, the other hand moved to her clitoris. A thumb and forefinger pinched it, not hard enough to cause any real pain, but hard enough to cause an electric-like shock course from her clit up through her belly. Karla gasped, or tried to, from behind the object that was in her mouth.

Next, a thumb began massaging her clitoris and a long finger slipped inside her, curling upwards to a spot where Karla had never been touched before. It was an uncomfortable feeling, as if she had to urinate, but intensely pleasurable at the same time. Karla squirmed and Twylla pinched her clit, hard this time. The electric shock feeling hurt, yet strangely aroused her. The finger inside her continued to rub and she felt the damp tip of Twylla's tongue just barely touching the center of her clit. Twylla applied pressure with her tongue while still holding Karla's clit between her fingers. 

Karla was overwhelmed with feelings. The discomfort of having her G-spot rubbed, combined with the sensations coming from her clit, began to build up, and before she even knew what was happening Karla screamed into the waxy ball that was in her mouth. Her entire body shook and her nipples grew painfully hard. She had cum so fast and hard that it took her by surprise. 

Twylla did not stop, and because of the sensitivity caused by her orgasm, Karla squirmed again, trying to escape the fingers which were now tormenting her. In one swift movement, Twylla removed her hand from Karla's clit and reached up and grabbed her left nipple pinching and twisting so hard that Karla screamed again and tried to pull away. But Twylla's grip was too tight to escape, and Karla's efforts only resulted in causing more pain in her left breast. 

"That first one was for you," said Twylla. "This one is for me."

Suddenly, Twylla's mouth was covering Karla's pussy and sucking so hard that Twylla could feel it far up inside of her. Twylla's tongue lapped at her labia, licking in circular motions around the edges. Karla could only imagine how wet she must be down there. She felt as if Twylla was feasting on her juices. "Mmmm," Twylla murmured, still lapping at Karla's folds. She then removed the finger from her G-spot and drove her long and experienced tongue far up inside her. Karla felt herself dissolving once again as Twylla used her tongue in ways that Karla had never experienced before. She had had lovers on Terra, but none as experienced as this. She couldn't believe that a woman was making her feel this way. She forced herself to avoid squirming, fearful of the pinching, or worse, that might befall her if she did. 

Twylla moved her mouth to Karla's clit, at the same time pushing three fingers up inside of her and pumping them in and out. Karla knew how wet she was by how easily the fingers slid. Twylla sucked and nibbled, prodded and teased. Karla could feel the orgasm just waiting to happen, but Twylla seemed fully conscious of it as well and would not keep her tongue or fingers in one place long enough for it to happen. If Karla had not had the ball in her mouth, she would have been begging. As it was, she was emitting a muffled keening noise, her whole body rigid with the tension of an unfulfilled release.

Twylla was moaning now too. Her lapping and sucking were accompanied by soft, erotic-sounding grunts, as if she was getting as much pleasure out of the experience as Karla was. Finally she pressed her open mouth against Karla's pussy and rammed her tongue in as she sucked. The waxy ball barely contained Karla's scream of pure lust, pure pleasure. She shook all over as her orgasm went on and on, with Twylla licking up every last drop that gushed from her throbbing cunt. 

After what felt like many minutes of aftershocks, Twylla stood and smiled down at Karla.

The thick ball of medicated wax that Shoredwellers chewed to keep their teeth clean and their gums healthy had been insufficient to stifle Karla's outcries. The patients and the other two medics had cringed at each new shriek that reached the ward. Twylla had almost a lifetime of practicing this, ahem, medical procedure. She was an expert at performing it.

Fifteen minutes after her cries died down, Karla emerged from Twylla's office. She was far from steady on her feet and had to stop a few times to balance herself as she walked through the ward. Olivia and Bree rushed up to her and slipping her arms over their shoulders, escorted her to the medical station anteroom. There were no chairs, but they helped her to a table in the corner of the room. She was able to lean into the vee of the corner and sit upright. 

"Karla, Honey, what did that woman do to you? Are you going to be all right? Do you need medical treatment?" asked Olivia, very concerned. "Did she beat you or use a prod on you? I saw one lying on her desk."

"No, she didn't use that prod on me. It was a completely different instrument. Am I going to be all right? No! I'm not, Olivia. I think I'm in love," exclaimed Karla.

"What in the name of Zeus are you talking about, Karla? Tell us what you mean," demanded Olivia. 

Karla could only smile wanly and say, "Forget it, Olivia. I was joking." Did she wink at Olivia? Olivia couldn't be sure. [End of Chapter Two]



OffShore Ch. 03



Chapter Three:

A Final Destination

"TT, CC, come with me; I'll show you to your new quarters."

Ceil led them to a large suite of rooms and said, "There is an unoccupied room at the end of this hallway. You two will share it. Six other concubines occupy three of the other rooms. They are now at their work places. The large closed area on this side contains my private quarters. When you are summoned, you will stand outside my door until I tell you to enter. If you service me well, you will be permitted to share my bed all night. You will find it much more comfortable than the mats you will sleep on in your quarters.

"During the day, since you are attorneys, you will spend your time working in a legal capacity for Offshore. I'll have an attendant show you where that office is located. 

"Each pair of rooms is joined by a bath where there are facilities as you had on Terra. That is one of the privileges you'll enjoy as my concubines. You won't have to use a floor drain like everyone else on this planet. We don't have the luxury of tissue, but there are bidets in the baths. There is even a shower, and you're expected to keep yourselves very clean for me. There will always be soap available, but not douches. That is a luxury we can't afford. You are expected to keep my vagina and each other's vaginas clean. Two of my concubines are Shoredwellers and, as such, menstruate. I menstruate. Do not let that be a deterrent to keeping us clean. CC, I noticed that you grimaced. I will overlook it this once, but do not do that again.

"On your days off, you will be expected to spend time at exercise and erotic dance classes. Every morning before work, you will dance in the vestibule for my entertainment. I may ask you to perform in the evening also. I often pick my nighttime partners from those whose dances are most entertaining and arouse my libido.

Frequently, I will have all my concubines performing sex en masse on the floor in this vestibule. Note that the floor you are standing on is padded, like carpeting, with a plastine overlay. It will be warmer than the surrounding floor when you frolic together for my amusement. You will find yourselves immersed in female flesh – wallowing in women. I enjoy watching that performance. Do your best to amuse me.

"I will not ask you if you have any questions. If you do, ask one of my other concubines or an attendant. There will be two attendants on duty outside this suite twenty-four hours a day. You will find that the hours here are about a minute longer than those of Terra as our days are about half an hour longer. I doubt that you'll be able to note the difference.

"Before I return to my official duties, I would like both of you to service me. I enjoyed the way you two stimulated my genitals during your submission oaths. I am still aroused. I want each of you to stimulate me again but this time to orgasm. 

"I also expect you to practice, on your own time, until you are completely adept at using your mouths and tongues. If I feel that your tongues are not long enough for my pleasure, they can be enhanced. We have a medical procedure for that purpose. Did you just groan, TT? Remember, you are here for my pleasure, not for your convenience. If you  ever  grimace or groan again at something I say or ask, I will have your tits needled and barbed. I am angry and believe my libido has waned. Do you wish to return to your room - or attempt to arouse me again?

A stricken look flashed across TT's face, and CC hoped that for both of their sakes that Ceil hadn't noticed. 

"Very well," said Ceil, turning on her heel and beginning to walk away. 

CC flashed TT an urgent look and would have given her a swift kick to the shin had she been close enough. "Wait!" called out TT. Ceil turned to face the women silently. "We want to do it. Please give us a chance!" begged TT. Ceil stared pointedly at TT for a moment and then turned her gaze onto CC. "And you?" she asked. "Are you willing to participate along with your friend?"

"Y-yes," stammered CC. "I'm willing to do anything you ask."

"Good," said Ceil with a slight nod of approval. Because this is your first time and you have had no training, I won't ask you to perform for me first, but be aware that these exceptions I've been making for you all have an expiration date. By the end of the first week, the things we do here should start to become second nature to you." As she spoke, Ceil unfastened her garment and let it fall to the floor.

At first, TT and CC just stared, but this frozen moment was quickly shattered when Ceil cleared her throat loudly and her face began to look even more stern, her eyes more tempestuous. TT and CC scrambled. Not knowing what to do or who should go first, CC pushed TT forward. TT dropped to her knees and pushed her face between Ceil's thighs. She held her breath as she started to kiss and lick. She knew that was wrong. She would definitely need to overcome her repugnance of smelling and tasting another woman's vagina if she were going to survive here. She tried to focus on how she would like to have a man do it, and the types of movements that had been especially pleasurable for her¸ but sadly, her sexual experiences were fairly limited and she had never had a man give her an orgasm while performing oral before. 

After a few more awkward moments of fumbling around, Ceil sighed and called for CC to come to her. CC, too, dropped to her knees in front of Ceil. TT moved over just a bit, making room for CC, and the two of them began licking, sucking, and kissing somewhat haphazardly. They knew things weren't going well, but both of them felt powerless to stop it. Their nervousness about performing well, combined with their fear of Ceil, made it nearly impossible for them to concentrate. Ceil began touching herself, since neither woman had spent any real amount of time stimulating her clit. She came with a quick shudder and barely audible groan, then put her hands on the tops of each woman's head and pushed them away from her. 

"Neither of you did a good enough job with your tongue. Go to your room and practice for the rest of the day. This evening I expect you to have improved considerably. Tomorrow, you will do even better, or you'll find I can be harsh when I'm thwarted. How dare you give me a 'lick and a promise'," Ceil snarled. "I can be very nice when I'm satisfied, but when I'm not, I can assure you that the repercussions will be swift and more severe than you can imagine." 

Zhanet and Paula, TT and CC, rushed off to their room before Ceil could berate them again. They looked at each other, and lay down on their pads. They remained quiet for a long while. Finally, TT spoke. "I think we should try it. If the things they've done to us already aren't considered punishment, then try to imagine what actual punishment might be!" CC nodded her head, but TT could see that same startled deer look in her eyes that she'd seen out in the hallway with Ceil. TT got up and went over to CC, kneeling next to her and putting her hand gently on the side of her face. "I know this is hard, but it's a matter of survival. Honestly, it can't be that bad. We have men do it to us all the time and there are lots of men who actually like it. We can do this." said TT with conviction.

TT lay down facing CC, then raised her other hand and began stroking CC's hair. She leaned her face forward tentatively and kissed CC softly on the forehead. CC remained completely motionless, though her breathing was rapid and shallow. TT moved both of her hands to either side of CC's face and kissed her very briefly on the lips. CC didn't move away, and TT could swear that she felt CC's lips pressing back. TT kissed her again, this time without pulling away. Instead, she used her lips to pry open CC's. As she used her lips to nibble and probe, she noticed how soft CC's mouth was, not at all like kissing a man. It was actually very sensual. To TT's surprise, she felt herself beginning to grow aroused.

Finally, CC parted her lips slightly and allowed TT to explore her mouth further with her tongue. Evidently, the kiss was having the same effect on CC as it was on TT, as CC began to kiss TT back, turning the soft, gentle kissing into a more intense pressing of lips and swirling of tongues. CC reached around TT's ass and pulled her closer, draping one leg over TT's thighs and moving her whole body up and down against her. As the kiss continued, TT's hands began to roam. Her left arm, the one she wasn't laying on, began to trace gentle swirls on CC's skin. Each time her fingertips got near CC's breasts, CC would give a little gasp of anticipation, but TT continued to just trace around them tantalizingly, 



With this mode of distraction, it was no wonder CC didn't notice that TT's other hand had gone in the other direction and was making its way down to CC's pubic area. Placing her hand flat on CC's abdomen, TT proceeded to move it down even more slowly until, at last, it was sliding between CC's legs. Once there, TT stopped moving and focused again on the kiss for a minute or two. She then cupped CC's pussy with her hand, pushing up on it bit by bit so as to apply an increasing amount of pressure. She had also stopped her circling of CC's breasts and had begun to fondle them in earnest. CC too had begun groping at TT. She pushed her hips against TT's palm and held a breast in each hand, rubbing the nipples first softly, then more roughly.



TT slipped her middle finger between CC's folds, and it slid in so fast it made both of them gasp. CC was wetter than she could ever remember being. TT let her finger sink more deeply into CC as CC began thrusting her hips towards TT's hand, moaning urgently. TT began to slide her hand back and forth against CC's pubic mound as she finger fucked her hard and fast. With her hand applying pressure to her clit and the invasion of her sopping wet pussy, CC was moaning continuously and breathing fast and hard. She was right on the edge...  



A few hours later, after some more "practice" between TT and CC, the two attorneys decided they were ready to try once more to pleasure Ceil. But sadly, they hadn't been summoned to her door; how could they pleasure her if she didn't want them to?

Just then, as if it were fate, two attendants showed up to the door of the women's room. They came to tell the women that they were to report to Ceil's room as soon as possible. They wasted no time.

Walking down the hallway was the most thrilling thing these women had done since they arrived here. But, what if she didn't want their sexual favors? What if this was a punishment for their poor performance before.

But when they reached Ceil's door and knocked, they were welcomed inside by the powerful Purple. She was lying across the large raised bed, naked as both TT and CC were.

"Come here, TT and CC. I want you to pleasure me. TT, you first."

TT approached the mat as CC stood back near the now closed door, unsure of what to do. Ceil spread her legs, revealing her center to the oncoming woman.

"Pleasure me well, and you won't receive a painful punishment," Ceil warned.

This time, TT was confident. She had gotten just enough practice in the short time spent with CC in their room. TT moved between Ceil's legs, and slowly bent her head down to the woman's vagina. It gave off a sweet scent, cleaner than TT remembered. This fragrance was more desirable than before.

As TT's mouth touched Ceil's outer lips, both of them let out a soft moan, from a mere brush of flesh. Then TT's tongue escaped her mouth and licked from the bottom of Ceil's slit, all the way to the top, tantalizingly slow. She did it again, and then once more. Soon, TT was spreading Ceil's pussy lips and licked her cunt with a flat tongue.

Ceil's moans soon consumed the room. She grew wetter and wetter each time TT touched her in a different way. It was amazing what this young woman had learned in an extremely short amount of time. But now Ceil was curious; was CC as good?

"Stop," Ceil told TT. "I want CC to show me her abilities now. Come over here, CC. Give me a kiss – down there." Ceil indicated toward her crotch, and CC moved to replace the spot TT had vacated.

CC kissed above where the slit opened, then kissed her way around the outside of the pussy lips. CC suddenly sucked Ceil's clit into her mouth. She began a rhythmic suction and Ceil started rolling her hips and moaning; these women could give her pleasure. There would be no punishments...

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At the medical station, Karla was still recuperating from the 'punishment' she had received from the hand – and mouth – of Twylla.

"Are you okay, Karla? You're acting rather strangely. Would you like something? Water, maybe? It's almost time for the mid-day break. Bree will share her food bar with us in just a few minutes. You'll feel better after you've had something to eat," Olivia assured her.

"I'm fine, Olivia. Why don't you and Bree go on your break and eat. There's something I have to do. I'll be okay; I promise," Karla told her.

"We can't leave you like this. You may be ill after being punished. Please come with us," pleaded Olivia.

"No, Olivia. You must leave me and take your break," insisted Karla. "Please go. I'll see you a little later. There's something I must do, and I have to do it by myself."

"You're not planning something foolish like getting even with Twylla, are you? Please come with Bree and me," begged Olivia.

"Oh no, honey. Nothing like that," said Karla as she jumped down from the table. "See? I'm fine. Now go ahead. Don't make me plead anymore."

Bree and Olivia looked at each other, shrugged and left on their break. Karla waited until the pair left the station, and she could watch them walk toward a small park. When they sat down to eat, Karla raced back to Twylla's office. The door was open; she stepped in and waited until Twylla looked up and motioned for her to approach. "Yes, what is it, Medic? Oh, you forgot the food bar. Here. I hope it will hold you until you get your afternoon bars," said Twylla, handing the bar to Karla.

"Thank you, Twylla, but that isn't the real reason I came back; in fact, I left it deliberately, so I'd have an excuse to return," admitted Karla. "I wanted to ask you a question, but it's a bit embarrassing."

Twylla continued looking at Karla but said nothing. 

"Twylla, do you think we could meet outside of work? I mean I would like to see you when there aren't others around. I mean I'd like to talk to you in private. I mean I could come and visit you where you live," she stammered.

"Medic, I'm not sure I understand what you are suggesting. Though I am the manager here and your overseer, outside of these premises, you have a higher rank than I do; you could demand sex from me, but we couldn't become mates. Besides, Medic, I have a mate who lives with me. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that relationship to mate with a Terran. You aren't familiar with our mores yet, and I hope you don't take offense. You are an attractive woman; you have a delicious body; I enjoyed your vagina, but ..." Twylla left the rest unsaid. Karla seemed crestfallen; she hung her head and turned to leave. 

"Wait. Wait one minute, Medic. Aren't you contrite regarding your conduct before? Haven't you learned your lesson? Must you be punished again?" Twylla asked the woman.

"Yes, I learned a lesson," Karla said, staring at the floor; then she perked up and stared at Twylla. "I mean no! I am not contrite. I feel that I ought to be punished some more until I've learned my lesson," she stated with a defiant look on her face. "I'm not sorry I said what I did before."

"Very well, Medic. Close the door. We'll continue your punishment where we left off," Twylla stated firmly, "but try to keep your voice down this time. I don't want others to think that I'm being overly harsh in dealing with you."

"Get on the desk, Medic. Now lay down, on your back and spread your legs," Twylla ordered.

Karla got up onto the desk and did as Twylla said. Suddenly her glistening pussy lips came into view. Their pink color looked delicious, and all Twylla wanted to do for the rest of the day was bury her face between Karla's legs.

But Twylla wanted to punish the Medic. She wanted her to beg and squirm – but Karla shouldn't have the right to squirm when being punished...

Twylla reached into a drawer in her desk and found plastine line. She took it out and began tying Karla's hands together over her head. Next she tied each ankle apart, so Karla couldn't close her legs while receiving her "punishment".

Karla was scared of being tied up, but inside she was aroused. She wiggled around, but couldn't close her legs. He arms were above her head, shaping her breasts in a very erotic way.

Twylla stood between Karla's outstretched legs. She drank in the scent of Karla's arousal. It was sweet, unlike other Shoredwellers' scents; Twylla loved the smell. She then traced her finger along the outside lips of Karla's pussy. "You need to learn your lesson, Medic."

She moved her finger's to the clit. She flicked and squeezed, bringing moans out of Karla. Then she bent down and licked up and down the length of the tight pussy. She thrust her tongue into the opening of Karla's vagina. Twylla's whole mouth soon covered the woman's pussy, and she began sucking.

Karla moaned, but she was careful of her volume, because she knew that others in the hospital might hear her. She then felt Twylla reach up her body and grab her nipple. It was long and hard, and when Twylla squeezed it, Karla let out a long, low moan.

When Twylla's hand left her breast to stick two fingers up her hole, Karla wished her hands weren't tied, so she could use her own fingers to continue the small attack on her nipples.

Soon, Karla was breathing hard and felt twitching in her lower regions. She could tell she was about to orgasm, but she tried to hold it in, so she could get more pleasure. As if Twylla could read her mind, she slowed and soon left the wonderful pussy, dripping wet.

Twylla climbed onto the desk with Karla, kneeling above her face. "Lick me, Medic."

Karla starred above her, at the revealed pussy lips. They were beautiful and looked as if gloss had been applied to them. The scent wasn't completely repulsive, either. But Karla was still fighting it – she was heterosexual. Even if Twylla had aroused her, men could lick her pussy, too. It could have been a man.

"Are you going to complete the punishment, Medic?" Twylla asked, still balancing herself above Karla's face. She pushed her hips down, just a bit more, forcing her pussy nearer to Karla's sweet lips.

Karla pushed her head up. Her lips made contact with Twylla's lower lips, and she suddenly felt a jolt. At first it was a close-mouthed kiss. Then, as Karla began opening her mouth, she started sucking in Twylla's outer lips. Her tongue also came in contact with the soft flesh covering the woman's clit. Suddenly, bringing Twylla to an orgasm was Karla's number one goal. She started sucking Twylla's cunt faster, increasing the speed of her tongue movement as well. Twylla's moans were filling the room, just as her sexual fragrance was.

Twylla began rocking her hips on Karla's face. The Terran's face was covered in vaginal secretions from her nose to her chin. Twylla's reaction created confidence in Karla, and she became curious about giving more pleasure to her manager.

"What would feel good to me?" Karla asked herself. She then thought of a man penetrating her. "Maybe Manager Twylla likes penetration..."

Twylla suddenly felt the Medic's tongue enter her tight hole. She gasped, and grabbed for her own breasts, experiencing the pleasure fully. The unexpected pleasure made Twylla explode, and Karla swallowed her juices. They were both in Heaven...




OffShore Ch. 03



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Twenty minutes later, after receiving another severe 'tongue lashing', Karla prepared to leave Twylla's office. She seemed to be in a trance and shivered a few times. Twylla handed her two food bars and said, "Medic, your break is almost over. Eat one of these bars before you go to meet your mate. You may give her the other one if Bree hasn't shared hers. If they have already shared one, you can split the other bar later. Now eat before you pass out from hunger. I need you to be alert on the job," Twylla insisted. "Tomorrow is an off duty day, but if you're not contrite by the second day of the next week, we may have to continue your, uh, punishment."



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After their shifts, Karla and Olivia invited Bree back to their room. Karla was beginning to feel the sexual desire for women rise within her. Maybe Bree could even teach her new tricks to try on Twylla.

When the three of them got back to the dorm, they headed into their room. As they passed the other women's rooms they heard some noises coming from behind the metal glass doors; other women were "practicing" on each other. Olivia didn't know what to think. Could she go down on Karla? The odor of arousal wasn't something Olivia was turned-on by, but did it turn her off? No. She could deal with it. Maybe even come to like it.

They reached Karla and Olivia's room. As they all walked in the women started to look over one another. They were all naked, and their bodies were on display for each other's eyes.

Bree asked, "Would you like me to teach you how to have oral sex?"

Karla and Olivia looked kind of shocked at the offer. But then they realized that they would need to have sex to receive food bars and other amenities. So after sharing a questioning gaze, they both turned to Bree and nodded, signaling that they wanted to orally pleasure one another.

Bree smiled. "Okay. Start with Olivia laying down. On your back, Olivia. Alright, now Karla, you can get between her legs. Spread your legs, Olivia," Bree instructed. "Now spread her pussy lips. Don't be embarrassed. Now lick her pink folds. Good. Lick them so that they are glistening." Bree was proud of her work. The two other women were really getting into it.

Karla was flicking Olivia's clit, and Olivia was moaning and letting out breathless screams. Olivia's hands had found their way to Karla's cut-short hair, grabbing onto what she could. Bree had an itch between her legs, and it was growing faster and faster.

Olivia was letting out short, ragged breaths. She was so close. Then suddenly, pushing away Karla's face so she wouldn't soak it with cum, Olivia screamed and climaxed.

Bree took advantage of Olivia's slow recovery. "Karla, will you do that to me? Please. I'm so deprived with my mate being gone. Will you go down on me Karla?" Bree's eyes pleaded with Karla. But Karla didn't even think about it. Of course she would do it. She had fallen in love with eating pussy. But instead of answering Bree's question with words, she simply pushed her back onto the floor.

Karla grabbed Bree's inner thighs. She started kissing them and then started to make her way to the treasure between the legs. She kissed there too, and began to go down on her, just as she has done with Olivia. But as Karla licked Bree's pussy, Olivia decided to let go of her inhibitions and spread Karla's legs. She began licking Karla's sweet treasure, giving her pleasure as she gave it to Bree. 

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Twylla has summoned Karla and Olivia to her office. Karla anticipates another sex session with Twylla and is hyped and horny, but says nothing to Olivia in case she is mistaken.

"Medics, station 34 requires a medical technician. I'm sending both of you, so you can learn the procedures and get some experience in Offshore medical problems. I see you're both wearing your white ribbons, so I don't anticipate any sexual harassment from blues or greens; I seriously doubt that you'll meet any Purples on that route, but the white ribbons won't protect you in that case. My only advice is to do your best to satisfy any Purple who asks you for sex," Twylla explained.

Karla groaned inwardly as her sexual desire would not be fulfilled; she was also concerned about being naked in public. "Twylla, may I, may we, wear skirts. I'm really uncomfortable about traveling without clothes on," Karla pleaded. 

"Of course not, I'd be derelict in my duty if I allowed you to appear in public clothed. The white ribbons would be a dead give-away that you are new on Offshore. There would be an outraged outcry if you were not naked. Karla, I sympathize with you and Olivia, and I can help to protect you in some ways, but if I go against regulations, I'd lose my position here. Who'd protect you then?" Twylla asked. "However, we have no pressing medical issues here, so I'll send Bree to guide you on the shortest route. You'll spend less time on the way especially since you won't get lost or wander into the wrong territory. Bree is permitted to wear a skirt, and she can also help fend off any, ahem, predators."

Bree put on her wrap-around skirt, and the three women left the medical station. Heretofore, they had walked the corridors of the huge central bubble dome; now they walked from that facility through a very broad causeway joining other bubble domed villes. The causeways were enclosed by the same bubble dome technology but since that material was clear, it felt as though they were out in the open. There were many pedestrians, Offshore women, going in both directions. They were clothed; Karla and Olivia were naked, and Bree was bare breasted.

"Bree, these women are wearing beautiful, colorful dresses; they are very short and very thin, but still, they aren't the drab, utilitarian smocks that I expected to see," said Olivia, her head swiveling to look at the women they were passing. "However, I feel like I'm in a bad dream; I'm actually naked in a crowd of clothed people. I am so embarrassed that I imagine my entire body is blushing. I want to cover my breasts with my arm and my pubes with my hand. Is that allowed?"

"Better not, Olivia. You would only draw more attention to yourself. These women who live and work around Inner Ville are used to seeing naked Terrans; they have become blasé about it. As we move toward the outer circles, the women will be less used to Terran nudity and tend to gawk at us. You had better get used to being naked in public; you may have to do it for a long time. It took me weeks to get even partially used to being naked and just as long to being topless. After five years, I'm still a bit uncomfortable with my tits bare for all to see. Shoredwellers are well aware of our discomfort and are amused by it. Walk tall, head high, and try to be nonchalant; that will draw fewer stares than if you try to hide yourself. Don't give them the satisfaction of knowing you're embarrassed," Bree suggested. "You have lovely bodies; flaunt them. Cause these women to feel uncomfortable about their lack."

Good advice from Bree, but the farther they walked, the more Olivia and Karla felt as though they wanted to fall through the plastine decking. Both of them wanted to cry. On Terra, only their lovers had seen them nude. Now everyone was seeing them unclothed. It was a waking nightmare. Bree told them to be grateful they had nice bodies; however, only well-built, good-looking women were taken from Terra to serve on Offshore as they were expected to be used sexually. In fact, they seemed to be more attractive than most of the Offshore orange and red women they passed. 

Most of the 'green' professionals and the few, upper level, 'blue' women they passed were above average in looks. It would seem that beauty was a factor in status here. Of course, that was true on Terra, too, but it wasn't as overt as on Offshore. It was apparent that these upper caste women wanted better looking women than their lower caste counterparts to fuck and chose to 'import' them from Terra.

It occurred to Olivia that this was the first time in her life that she would have preferred to be ugly; she would still have been safely back on Terra.

After walking for forty minutes, Karla asked Bree how much farther to their destination. She found it increasingly difficult to continue on with so many women staring at them, many with obvious lust on their faces. At least, the one inch white ribbons around their necks brought some comfort to Olivia and Karla. What would this trip be like when the ribbons were taken away?

"It's approximately another mile, Olivia; about another twenty minutes. I'm uncomfortable, too. Look over their heads, and not at their faces. We'll get a bit more respect when we get to the medical station," Bree answered. "Out here, we're just pieces of meat. At the station, we're healers. By the way, have you noticed that a woman has been following us for the last fifteen minutes? When I say 'now', turn around with me and we'll confront her. Now!"

The three Terrans turned abruptly and a woman wearing an orange on orange, striped dress almost collided with them.

"Why are you following and stalking us?" Bree demanded. "Go away."

The woman was obviously taken aback and stammered, "I wasn't stalking you. Well yes, I was following you, but I wish you no harm. You are lovely women, and I just wanted to see more of you, especially this woman," she said, pointing to Olivia. "I have never seen a woman with pubic hair before. It is really fascinating. Aren't you permanently depilated on Terra as we are? I've seen pubic hair in pictures of early settlers of Terra, but I didn't think anyone still had it. 

"My name is Etoile, and I am an upstanding, responsible citizen. I'm First Manager at Birthing Station 31, and I volunteer at the teenage women's academy on my days off. I also volunteer at the men's academy." 

"What you mean is that you're a sex pervert. Volunteers go there not just to teach but to have sex with those teenagers," Bree spat. "Go away and leave us alone."

"Wait," she said to Olivia. "I'll give you two soap packets if you'll let me lick your, uh, pubic hair. Four packets if you'll lick me."

"Your pussy must smell bad if you don't even use the soap you've been issued," snarled Bree, hoping that the insult would drive the woman away.

"I beg your pardon. My genitals smell as good as yours, Terran bitch. I get the soap from the teenagers at the academies for my services to them," she said, haughtily.

"So, you admit that you're a cunt licker and a cock sucker. Either walk away and stop following us, or we'll report you to your birthing station for harassing Medics," Bree tried again to insult the woman. It worked this time and the woman disappeared in the gathering crowd.

"Was that a terrible insult? What you called her, I mean," asked Karla.

"Not really," replied Bree. All the women here eat pussy. They're all lesbians, even the ones who have sex with the men who come here on their off time. It's just that they don't like to be called those names. They don't like to be reminded by Terrans that they are different from Terrans. Let's hurry. We don't want to be late to the medical station." 

"Speaking of having sex with men, have you noticed that some women have their dress tops hanging loosely down over their skirts, and they are bare breasted. That advertises to men that those women are willing to have sex with them. Men won't approach a woman who is fully dressed. They know that they will be rejected; rape is unknown here; there are enough women who will voluntarily go with men, as men give them little presents that they could never acquire otherwise. 

"Look at the woman coming toward us. Her dress top is draped over her belt and she's wearing large rings in her nipples. The rings are a favorite gift for these women. It's the only jewelry she will ever have. Other women will envy her, but not enough to get them the same way she did. Most want nothing to do with men.

"That reminds me. The medical problem we are going to deal with has to do with nipple rings. Evidently, someone had her rings torn out of her breasts, probably by a jealous mate, and we're on our way to sew her back up. She's been given a sedative but she's probably still in a good deal of pain. She'll be in worse pain when we sew her. As this is considered a very minor medical problem, an anesthetic will not be used, as the supply here is severely limited. It has to be saved for more extensive physical damage. Another reason that these people hate Terrans. Terra doesn't offer them enough medical supplies such as anesthetics.

After sewing up the woman's breasts, the three Terran medics were summoned by, Estel, the doctor in charge of the medical facility. They found her waiting in her office for them.

She had them stand in front of her desk as if they were soldiers at attention. She stared at each of them for a minute and then told Karla to come around the desk. "Clasp your hands behind your head and don't move them,' Estel ordered. She proceeded to run her hands over Karla's body, feeling her breasts, belly, thighs and bottom. "You have firm breasts and a nice fleshy rear; I'm going to enjoy you. Get down on your knees and eat me, bitch."

Karla was too stunned to move or say anything. Bree spoke up, "Dr. Estel, Medic C is wearing a white ribbon. She doesn't have to provide sex for two weeks."

Estel bristled, "I wasn't aware that you were an advocate. I thought you were a medic. In any case, I wasn't speaking to you. The next time you speak to me without permission, I'll have your tongue pinned out of your mouth for two weeks."

"Medic. I see you are Medic, uh, C1732. Go to the corner next to the door and fetch the plastine cane leaning against the wall. Bring it to me. Now, Medic B, lean over my desk, but not all the way. Just put your weight on your palms and lean forward. Medic C, use that flexible cane on her ass a dozen times. Lean into it with each stroke. If you don't leave a welt each time, that stroke doesn't count. If you don't leave a dozen stripes on her ass, I'll put them on you," demanded Estel. 

"I haven't done anything to be punished for," insisted Bree. "Please don't beat me."

"Honey, I'm not going to have you whipped for punishment. Watching your bottom bruise and blister is going to turn me on and then, you are going to eat me out for the next half hour. You don't seem to want Medic C to enjoy herself, so you are going to have that privilege. Now, lean on the desk," snarled Estel.

Karla had extremely mixed emotions. She didn't want to hurt Bree, but she didn't want to be beaten either. "Why are you treating us so cruelly, Doctor Estel? We've done nothing to warrant abuse," Karla said.

"Cruel? I'll tell you what's cruel. I was an 'orange' and had a high IQ. I wanted to move up a rank; my IQ and motor skills gave me the opportunity to go to med school on Terra; I jumped at the chance. 

"However, I was treated like dirt on Terra; I was called names, disrespected, and the victim of ongoing jokes and dirty tricks. My first roommate, knowing I was lesbian undressed in front of me, sat cross-legged on her bed, so I could see her pussy, took every opportunity to touch me and brush up against me. It became too much, and after a few months, I made a pass at her. She reported me for sexual abuse, and I was warned that if there were another incident I would be expelled and sent back to Offshore. Without sexual release for four long years at school, I was in agony.

"Our housemother took pity on me and asked if she could help in any way. She was straight and couldn't help me sexually, but we devised a plan to help mitigate my sexual longings; each day when we students were in class, she would leave her soiled panties that she had worn the day before under my pillow; each day she would leave one pair and take the older ones. For four long years, I sniffed and sucked those dirty panties just to stay sane. Do you have any idea of how humiliating and degrading that was? I had no other friends, as I wasn't allowed off campus for fear of 'contaminating' Terrans. My fellow students wanted nothing to do with me either because they hated Shoredwellers or possibly they didn't want to be tarred with the brush of lesbianism. I was the poor country cousin, and no one wanted even to be seen with me.

"I swore I'd get even with those med school students who taunted me and spurned me. I made a list of the girls I'd most like to get even with and sent it to our consul on Terra. Those women were marked to be taken and brought to Offshore as you women have been. About a dozen women are taken each month; the doctors are usually ones just graduating or finishing internship. Older, more experienced doctors are bypassed as they would be missed more and there might be a hue and cry about their disappearance. 

"I can't wait until my list is utilized, and those women are brought here. You can count on my use of them. In the meantime, you and the other Terran doctors who have been taken in the past will have to bear the brunt of my dislike of Terrans. Dislike? No, excuse me, dislike is a vast understatement. I can't begin to tell you of my distaste and resentment toward you. Now Medic, you had better put all your weight into each stroke of the cane on this bitch's ass. Don't expect mercy from me. You are nothing more than cunts and tongues in my estimation. Do as I say, or you'll feel the resentment that built up during my four years on Terra," Estel snarled.

"I can't bring myself to beat her, Doctor Estel." Pleaded Karla. "What if I took off my white ribbon and went down on you? Would you forego her beating?"

"Well, this is a nice surprise. Let me think. Yes, we could change the plan; however, I still need her to be beaten to excite me. I'll mitigate the punishment, um, pleasure to three cane strokes, but you had better lay into them, or we'll go back to the original plan." Estel purred.

Karla was appalled at having to perform such tasks. However, if she didn't do as she was told, she would be the one receiving punishment.

So, Karla swung the cane over her shoulder, and then brought it down with what she hoped looked like all of her strength. As the cracking noise sounded in the air around the women, Bree let out a yelp, but quickly caught herself. If she screamed, Estel would only get more pleasure – and that was the opposite effect Bree wanted to have on her.

Bree bit her lip for the next two lashings. They had stung, and the tender flesh on her bottom was starting to rise.

"Alright. Medic B, you may go stand by Medic D." As Bree moved away from the desk and quickly stood next to Olivia, Estel continued, "Medic C, go put the cane back." While Karla set the cane back against the wall, Estel moved onto the desk and spread her legs, facing away from where Bree and Olivia stood. Only Karla would be able to see the treasure between her legs.

After doing as she was told, Karla returned to Estel. It was her turn to give this wicked woman pleasure. Karla now didn't mind the taste of females, but she didn't want to give the woman seated on the desk anything, much less the only physical pleasure available on Offshore.

But, with fear as her motivation, Karla got onto her knees and became eye-level with Estel's pussy. She leaned forward and began to kiss and lick the womanly parts.

Estel had been aroused by the three brief lashings performed on Medic B, and was close to an orgasm already. As Medic C started to suck the folds in her vagina, Estel let out a long moan. She was so close...

Estel exploded into Karla's mouth. Karla's lips were drenched in feminine liquid, as was the inside of her mouth and the areas around her face. She swallowed the liquid and decided that she loved this tangy taste; maybe she hated this woman for what she was doing, but the taste of this unique juice was addicting.




OffShore Ch. 03



Estel was now satisfied, so she shoved Medic C's face away from her genitals. Even though she was now sexually satisfied, Estel still held anger towards all three of the Terran doctors.

"If you women would like to file a complaint, you may do so but know that I will be the one hearing the complaint. I am in charge here and these medical units are autonomous. No one else will hear your complaint. Oh, you could petition Our Lady Ceil, but she was educated on Terra, too, and received the same type of treatment from Terrans as I did. I doubt that she would have empathy for you. Then too, you could petition the Matriarch, but I'm certain that would get you nowhere. No one has ever seen the Matriarch. We are told that she wants to be able to go about anonymously and not fear attacks by disgruntled Terrans or 'adoration' by fellow Shoredwellers. I'm not sure there really is a separate Matriarch. I think that Ceil is not just a figurehead or spokeswoman for the Matriarch; I think that she is the Matriarch. She alone makes all the decisions for Offshore.

"Well, are you sweet ladies going to lodge a complaint against me? No? Then go back to your primary stations. When you return here for whatever reason, expect to be treated the same way. You are just fuck sluts for my use. Now leave!" Estel commanded.

The three medics walked back to Inner Ville, rather dejected and depressed. Bree's skirt was covering the cane welts, but she was still mortified at her treatment by Estel. Karla was feeling disgust at having had to perform all that Estel forced her to do.

"Olivia, Karla, we must swallow our pride and take what is handed out by these hateful women. Maybe the arrival of the new doctors will take some pressure off of us. Estel and other med station doctors will probably focus on them; may Odin have mercy on them.

"We'll just do our jobs and hope for the best. There is no way out of our situation, so we just have to make the best of it. At least, we have each other, and Twylla treats us humanely."

The three women walked erectly with their heads high and their chests out as they passed through the crowds of Offshore women who stared at Karla's and Olivia's nude bodies and Bree's bare breasts. Suddenly, they felt a thrill of sexual excitement at being exposed and seen that way. They knew that if they didn't soon get completely comfortable with being naked all the time, Offshore would be a rough place to live. 

[End of Chapter Three]

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(Raven) Lys' Endnote: This is the conclusion of Offshore; however, hopefully there will be new segments in the future.



My last editor, L, took over this story when I became too ill to complete it on my own. She has massaged the story and kneaded out the kinks. She also added some of the missing sex scenes without having any experience in sex with other women; she is heterosexual.



L appeared when I needed her most. Maybe it was Karma, or fate, but somehow, it happened. She is a good writer, a good editor, and an overall amazing story manager. I will forever be in her debt.



I'd also like to thank my other editors who helped with Offshore. Paula (CC) and Alicia were immense help to me. Alicia gave me moral support, and Paula added in sex scenes, and both helped edit what was a mess at the time. Their help contributed to what I believe is a very good story.



I also want to thank the real-life TT, who jumped in and helped with the story. Throughout this whole process, she has been with me, standing by my side. I'll love her forever.

And I want to thank you, the reader. Without you, the story-writing process wouldn't have been worth the effort.

Love, Raven.



The above endnote was written by Lys (Raven) when she was waiting for the last scene to be written; however, I have to add an additional endnote. Jan



(TT) Jan's Endnote:

Raven (Lys) started writing what she thought would be her magnum opus, Offshore, last May after writing about thirty stories or story chapters for Literotica during the earlier months of 2010. She intended for Offshore to be a long, many chapter story. Unfortunately, she became ill shortly after writing the plot, framework and some of the sex scenes. She was too ill to write any more.



She asked several editors and other Literotica writers to write the missing scenes; Paula, her editor (CC of the story) and L, whom she met through Literotica, came forward and wrote some of the remaining scenes. However, the last one was never written – one involving Karla, Olivia, Chine and Willa. I thought it best to submit the incomplete story rather than to banish the rest of it to the trash. I know that Lys would have wanted it that way. 



Should any Literotica writer wish to use Offshore as a beginning framework for future chapters and/or sequels, please contact me. I would be more than happy to discuss it with you. I have no problem letting someone take credit for sequels.



CC and L also deserve credit for editing Offshore and L for managing the story and kneading out some of the kinks. 



On January 27 Lys passed away, just a few weeks shy of her forty-third birthday.



Recently, during a period of remission, Lys wrote Lori, the Cable Girl, and submitted it to Literotica.



Lys also left a plot and framework of a story she had started earlier this year, but hadn't been able to flesh it in completely; she called it 'Cat and Janet'. Lys' former partner, Paula (not her editor), and I will attempt to complete the story or find someone else to do so; however, like Lys, we have trouble writing lengthy, delicious sex scenes like other Literotica writers write and like Lys, we can only offer "a lick and a promise" for each of the sex scenes. Hopefully we can complete the story as a memoriam to Lys, our beautiful, wonderful Lys.



I'm sure Lys would have wanted me to mention former editors, good writers, and friends whom she met through Literotica: Muddy, Andrea, Heather, Alicia, Jim C., Kira, Charlotte, Milene, Tantala, Angie, Alex, Velvet Pie, Tawny, and many others whom I can't recall through my tears.



Lys would have wanted me to mention her faithful readers without whom her stories would have gone unread and unappreciated. Your emails to her were a boost to her morale.



Lys will always be alive in the minds and thoughts of those who loved her.

Lys, you will be sorely missed.

Lys' partner,

Jan (TT)



OffShore Ch. 01



"They have been used as slaves in the mines; their men have been almost eliminated when they fought back; they live on a cold, airless, arid planet and have lives without proper nutrition; without the smallest of amenities that we take for granted on Terra; without sufficient water or utilities; and have to struggle for the barest of existence as our ancestors had to do when they first came to Terra – before it was terraformed – many generations ago. Can you imagine what these people think of us and what they would like to do to us?

"With some freedom of action, at least, we have a faint chance of returning to our past lives. We must survive in order to achieve that, Paula. We will survive by taking advantage of every opportunity that comes our way. Paula, you will go down on that woman. You will make her believe that her pussy is delicious, and you can't get enough of her juices. You will stick your tongue as far into her as possible and lick out every drop of her juices. Are you listening? Which is more important to you – making a statement that insults her or surviving? That woman is nobility on this planet. Can you imagine what embarrassment you will cause her if you reject her? Can you imagine what she will do to you if you insult her? Use your head; take your attorney's advice; eat her out as if your life depends on it, because it does." Zhanet spoke with intensity.

"Maybe that's easy for you to do, Zhanet. Are you a lesbian or bisexual?" Paula asked.

"Neither, Paula, I'm heterosexual. I've never been with a woman; however, I have tasted myself; I always did that before going out with a man, so that I would know if I were fresh or not. It is not an unpleasant taste. You may even enjoy it.

Zhanet took Paula into her arms and allowed the woman to cry softly on her shoulder. When Ceil's secretary arrived, bringing another woman with her, Ceil beckoned the two friends to approach her. "TT, CC, this woman is whom you would call a notary on Terra. She will listen to your oath of submission to me and with my secretary as a witness, I will accept, and you will be my legal property, my concubines."

The woman asked Zhanet and Paula if they were giving themselves freely to Ceil without any reservations. When Zhanet and Paula said they were, the woman told them to proceed with the ceremony. Zhanet knelt at Ceil's feet and said, "Ceil, I give myself, body and soul, to you to do with as you please." She then raised Ceil's ankle length skirt to the woman's waist and leaning forward, she began kissing Ceil's vagina with deep, passionate kisses. 

After about ten seconds, she pushed her tongue far into the woman's crevice and sucked deeply; the notary and Ceil's secretary gasped, but Ceil smiled broadly and stroked Zhanet's head, as she would have done to a pet. Ceil took Zhanet's chin in her hand and lifted, signaling that she was to rise. 

It was evident that Ceil was moved as she was beaming broadly. She purred, "I accept you as my personal property, TT." When Zhanet stepped back, the notary handed her a tablet that had the letters, TT, printed at the bottom of a form. The notary gave Zhanet a stylus, and without reading the document, Zhanet wrote TT in script below the print. In her entire career as an attorney, she had never before signed a document without reading it at least twice. You would expect that giving her life away to someone would ensure that she would read it; however, reading the document would be pointless in this case. She knew that she wouldn't have been permitted to make any changes.

Now, her body no longer belonged to her, and even though she was prepared for this, she breathed in a long shaky sigh and moved back to allow Paula to take her place.

Paula repeated what TT, nee Zhanet, had done. She actually grinned when she, too, stepped back and signed the form with the letters CC. TT almost laughed aloud when CC, nee Paula, licked her lips and smiled again. Had she actually enjoyed the taste of Ceil's pussy or was that a grin of embarrassment at having to lick another woman's pussy? TT was anxious to find out.

When the notary and Ceil's secretary left the room, Ceil sat back down and motioned for TT to come and sit on her lap. She pulled TT's head back against her breasts and caressed her over and over. When TT looked up into Ceil's eyes, she thought they were bright with tears. No! Could that be? No! This woman seemed so stoic, so emotionless. She couldn't have been so moved. No! 

This was better than Zhanet, – TT – could have hoped for. [End of Chapter One]