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Galactic Slave Ch. 01

By: dweaver999



Chapter one Betrayed

I'd say it was my own damn fault, but I was set up. I should never have trusted Collin with the planetary research. Granted, there was nothing factually wrong in his report, but he did leave one little detail off. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

 I used to be a top trade negotiator for Amorex Shipping Inc. Routes that bring in eight figures to the company are (were) practically commonplace for me. I thought nothing of being asked to negotiate a regular grain shipment contract between Dominat and Groveto. The only tricky part was finding a place that representatives for both planets were comfortable meeting on (atmospheric concerns). Branchet seemed like the perfect place. Collin's report indicated that Branchet's atmosphere would not make either species uncomfortable in the short run and the local laws on slavery did not extend into the Federation neutral zone. What he neglected to tell me in the report was that they were in the final stages of applying for full federation member status, up from their current status of Protectorate.

Of course, you all know what that means. The only way a federation of several hundred planets can hold together is if the member planet's laws are all honored equally. This has special implications for the laws on slavery. Slavery is legal on any planet that makes it legal, AND the status of a slave cannot be reversed legally except under the laws of the planet where the enslavement took place or on the slaves home planet. Branchet was accepted as a full member in the middle of the negotiations.

Collin chose well for his purposes. Under Branchet law, there are two ways to become enslaved. Anyone can sell themselves into slavery, with the purchase price going to the designated "slavery heir." Any woman can be forcibly enslaved by any man who can capture her, bind her and have sex with her. For the natives, this is not a big issue, as families protect their daughters well and it is difficult to keep the capture of a telepath secret for long enough to complete the "process." For me, however, I didn't stand a chance.

I can only think that he drugged me. While I slept, he broke into my room (easy since he was the registered tenant for all the rooms of the team), and tied me spread eagle to my bed. The first thing I know, I'm waking up to the acrid smell of an ammonia capsule and I can't move. I scream, but it does no good. He's activated the room's privacy field, suppressing all sound in and out of the room. He is already naked, his cock fully erect and visibly throbbing with excitement. I can smell mint on his breath, from what I can't tell.

"Susan", he whispers, "Branchet has been a full member of the Federation for three hours now. Hat means you are no longer safe from their laws here on the surface. Can you guess what comes next?"

Stupidly, I try reasoning with him. "Collin, what do you think you're doing? You can't keep me. As soon as we get home, I'll be free and you'll be fired."

"Who said anything about taking you home? I intend to sell you here on the planet, where, with any luck, you'll be bought by a native who will never take you off the planet."

I blanched. My only hope for freedom was to get back to my home planet! If a local bought me, that would never happen. 'What could be worse?' I thought. 

As if he could read my mind, he answered that unspoken thought. "By the way, I've placed subcutaneous capsules of Hydromel and Trilotozene in you. Enjoy the ride.", he murmured as he began to caress my face.

It was clear that Hydronell was already working in my system as his touches provoked erotic responses from my body. My body was hyper-sensitive to the touch of biological creatures. My pussy started to cream and my nipples became erect. He spent five full minutes just caressing my face and neck while my body grew increasingly desperate for touch elsewhere. Once he moved down to my breasts, I felt like I would explode in climax in a matter of seconds. Of course, the Hydromel would not let that happen. Once arousal starts under the drug, orgasm is not possible until the increased levels of estrogen have had an hour to temporarily break the drug down. So I writhed on the bed, helpless under his touch and desperate for release. After what seemed like an eternity of him caressing and licking and biting on my breasts, I had lost control. I begged him to stop and to keep going.

"Susan," he asked after letting me abase myself for several minutes, "would you like to cum?"

Disgusted with my weakness and him, I pleaded, "Please let me cum, Collin. I can't take it." I knew that he could torture me for hours by simply stopping the caresses before the hour was up. The breakdown doesn't force the orgasm, it simply allows it. The stimulation must still be there. I was literally in his hands.

"Then suck me off. If you bring me to climax and swallow everything before this timer goes off, I'll let you have an orgasm, otherwise, You'll be enslaved and frustrated."

I could not see how much time I had, but I opened my mouth wide as he sat across my chest with his dick pointing at my face. He slowly rocked back and forth on my tits as he shoved his cock into my mouth. I used every technique I knew to try to give him the best blowjob I could. The friction across my breasts and the touch of his penis in my mouth kept my arousal building to unbelievable heights.

As I swirled my tongue around his cock and blew and sucked on it, be became increasingly frantic in his own arousal. It dawned on me that he must have taken Hydrosel, the male version of Hydronell. He would be unable to cum until he had been aroused for an hour. It was the only explanation for his being so hard for so long with the extreme level of excitement without orgasming himself. 

Now I was worried. He was going to cum with an incredible quantity of semen, as his own drug increased his volume. I wasn't worried about making him cum, that was a given. It was whether he was honest when he set the alarm and whether I could swallow what he was going to ejecaculate. I wasn't actually thinking like this, mind you. I was too aroused and desperate. I was simply afraid that I would fail, because it seemed like he should have cum by now

Finally, his cock throbbed and he came. Cum started pouring into my mouth in huge spurts. I struggled to not choke as I swallowed again and again. In the middle of his orgasm, mine started. Waves of pleasure washed over me. His semen forgotten, I cried out over and over in wordless screams of pleasure. My arms and legs hurt from trying to pull against my bonds as I spasmed underneath my rapist. 

I must have passed out from the climax, because the next thing I remember is Collin on the communicator. "...to verify an involuntary enslavement. ...Yes, I just finished and she's still bound. ...Yes, I'll leave her as she is. ...Fifteen minutes? ...That will be fine."

He keyed off and turned to me. "In half an hour, you'll legally be mine in the eyes of the Federation, to do with as I please. You do know what the penalties are on Branchet for a slave escaping, don't you?"

I could feel the cum still on my face from my inability to swallow everything. I nodded my head. Yes I knew. Escaped slaves are put to death. My fate was sealed. My only hope was to get a non-native to buy me. But Collin had obviously planned this so well that I knew he had to have a local buyer already lined up.

The local authorities showed up on time. Hey examined my thoroughly. I was thankful that my hormone levels were still high enough that the Hydromel was not having an effect right now. After determining that I had not only been used, but had become aroused and had climaxed, they made a determination of Class Three Slave. They embedded an infrared tattoo on my right cheek, my left breast and the small of my back. They issued Collin a certificate of ownership and promised to expedite the computer processing after Collin slipped them a bribe.

After they left, I asked, "Collin, what do the mean class three?"

He turned and slapped me hard across my face. "Bitch! Address me properly! Call me by my name again and I will beat you severely."

Fearful, I asked again, in a meek voice, "Master, what is a class three slave?"

He smiled one of those smiles that makes your blood run cold. "A Class One Slave is someone who sells themselves into slavery for a fixed period of time. When the time is up, the are automatically freed again. A Class Two Slave has no time limit on their slavery. Their master must agree to free them. A Class Three Slave is a natural slave. They cannot legally be freed under Branchet law, which means they cannot be set free under Federation law either, except on their home world. If anyone frees you, they will have to replace you as a Class Three Slave."

Oh My God! I was doomed! I had just begun to harbor a hope that I could entice an owner who would pity me and free me. Now that could almost never happen. While the horror of my situation sunk in, Collin brought his hand to my mouth.

"Clean this off of my hand, bitch!"

Some of his cum had gotten on his hand when he slapped my. Knowing that he could do anything to me and never be held accountable, I obeyed. The now cold cum, partially congealed, made my bile rise. After I cleaned his hand, he used his finger to feed me the rest of the goop on my face. Then, leaving me tied up, he went into the wash room and cleaned up. After he was dressed, he unbound me and ordered my to clean myself. I hurried, since I did not know how much longer I would be immune to the Hydromel. 

When I came out, he was not alone. Collin was telling the concierge, "Have all of the slave's belongings donated to the poor. She will not be using them again." The man nodded and indicated that he would have it seen to, just leave them in the room.

I blushed in shame as the concierge looked me over, his Blanchetian vision seeing clearly into the infrared. "A very nice capture, if I may say so sir. And a Class Three as well? Enjoy your spoils Sir."

After he left, Collin pulled out a bag of his own and unpacked a few items. I could see he was holding nothing back. He placed an electronic color around my neck, My wrists and ankles received magnetic cuffs. With these he could force my hands and feet to any distance apart, both as a minimum and a maximum. The collar would force me to stay within a certain distance of him at all times, or I would receive a shock. All these could be controlled by him with the remote controller. 

"Come bitch. I need to be back in three hours to complete the negotiations." Not only was he enslaving me, but he was going to take full credit for my negotiations. I had already finished, all that was left was the contract signing.

We left the room and went downstairs in time for the morning rush. People from all manner of species were starting their days. He was apparently determined to humiliate me, as he took me naked and restrained to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. Magnetically binding my hands behind me, he ordered me eggs over easy, pancakes with syrup and orange juice in a bowl.

"I expect you to finish your entire breakfast, bitch. If you don't, I will beat you publicly."

"Master, Can I use my hands, please?"

"No, I expect an animal to eat like an animal." He grabbed my face in his hand, causing a small surge of sexual energy to build. "And I'll use my hand."

With the Hydromel once again active in my system, that would mean public sexual arousal, not something I wanted today. When breakfast arrived, I bent my head to the plates and tried my best to eat the runny eggs and sticky pancakes. I could not keep my hair out of the food, since I had not put it up. By the time I was done, shame, eggs and syrup covered my face, hair and dripped onto my body.

"Bitch, you are a mess. Go to the washroom and clean yourself up."

Gratefully, I got up and started towards the washroom. When I reached the door, my collar started giving off shocks. I returned to say, "Master..."

"Why are you not getting clean, slave! Do you want to be punished?"

"Master, the lease is too short. Could you extend it please?"

"I will do no such thing. I don't want you escaping. Now go and clean yourself"

Horrified, I started back. Again, the shocks started when I reached the door. The strength is dependant on the distance exceeded by and the time away from the controller. The farther I mover away, the worse it would get. Inside, I saw that the sinks were at the far end. Steeling myself, I moved towards them. At the closest one, I was moaning in pain, as the shocks were at 12 volts of strength, about the same strength as an earth 20th century car battery.

Even worse, As I cleaned myself, the contact with my own hands was responding to the Hydromel. Agony and arousal were both growing in my body. By the time I was done, my pussy was well lubricated and feeling desperate for attention of any kind, and my nipples where standing at attention. I was flushed with excitement and desperate for an orgasm that I knew would not come this time. At least the pain was gone once I was back out. Several other humans were staring at me, clearly seeing my arousal, causing me even greater humiliation.

Breakfast finished, Collin led me out into the streets. We headed for the gateway between the Federation compound and the greater Blanchetian city.



 While there was plenty of public transportation, He insisted that we walk, probably to maximize my public exposure. He seemed to know exactly where he wanted to go, but declined to take a direct route. I could not stop blushing in embarrassment as it seemed that every person we passed was staring at me and my condition.

I wanted to walk normally. Under the effects of Hydronell, normal walking with its attendant friction between the legs and the arms and sides would keep my arousal building, allowing for an eventual orgasm. Unfortunately, he set the anklets and bracelets to a separation distance that prevented this. It's hard to rub your legs together when your feet are incapable of getting closer than three feet apart from each other. Likewise, when your hands can't approach each other closer than five feet, you can't rub your arms against your sides. So the arousal I had built up while washing myself, slowly descended without ant satisfaction.

After half an hour, we reached his destination, a slave shop. He ushered me inside. From my perspective, this was a frightening shop. There were about two dozen beings wearing collars and limb restraints. Most were native Blanchetians with their light covering of bluish fur over their otherwise humanoid bodies. There were a few slaves from other races, not all of which were humanoid. All were posed in a subservient pose, the humanoids on their knees with their hands clasped behind their heads and their knees spread. It wasn't clear if their limb restraints were forcing the posing or if they were holding the poses themselves. Collin and I were the only humans in the shop.

The owner, I assumed, came over as we entered. "What can I do for you good Sir?" he asked Collin.

"I have a newly acquired slave, Class Three, that I am unable to take home with me. Local laws, you understand. I was looking to make a small profit on it and have heard that you are the fairest slave dealer in the city."

"You flatter me sir, though what you say is true. Tell me, did you purchase her recently or did you make the acquisition yourself?"

"It's my own personal conquest. I've had my eye on this one for some time and merely had to wait until the time was right. I'm afraid that it has turned out to be not what I had expected. It's not very intelligent and has no skills worth speaking of. Even without the problem of my home world's laws, it will be unsuitable for my purposes. It is, however, extremely responsive to sexual stimulation and would make an excellent brothel slave."

I moaned in despair at that comment, earning me a sharp slap and a curt "quiet bitch!" from Collin. With Hydromel and Trilotozene in me, a brothel was the last place I wanted to be. Always aroused, never able to cum (customers at a brothel rarely take an hour) and effectively infertile, I would be in constant agony.

"I can give you 50 Metrons for her, good sir. If you want more, I'll need to give her a thorough examination. Her uniqueness alone will allow me a profit at that price."

"Sold. I have business to attend to back in the compound and will be leaving on an evening flight."

They concluded their transaction and Collin handed the control device over to the shop owner. He left without even a parting glance, like he would walk away from an unfinished meal. My life as I knew it was over. I was a slave now, in the hands of a race for whom slavery was a way of life. It would take a miracle for me to see even a semblance of my old life as a free woman again. In this day and age, no one believes in miracles any more.

Galactic Slave Ch. 02



Chapter two Examination

"I don't know what you did to earn the enmity of such a cruel man, but let's see what you are really like. Follow me slave." The owner of the shop, my new master said. As we walked towards the back of his shop, he asked, "By the way, what was your name when you were free?" 

"Susan Melnin, Sir."

"You're future owner may or may not allow you to keep that name. I see far too many slaves to be giving them new names. 'Susan' will do for now. Lie down on the scantron." He ordered, indicating a raised platform with a variety of scanning apparatus about it.

In getting on the platform, I started the arousal process again. I could feel my temperature rise and my nipples start to stiffen. He operated a control and a restraint web field pinned me immobile to the table. He used a small pressor beam to remove the color and limb restraints. As he continued operating the controls of the scantron, he commented, "I can see why you were rated Class Three. I haven't even touched you and you're already showing signs of low grade arousal. Does the very thought of being totally controlled turn you on?"

I couldn't answer, given the restraint field, but I was desperate to tell him about the Hydromel. Perhaps I could get my status changed if the authorities realized that my apparent pleasure at being enslaved was drug induced.

He continued to comment to himself, or maybe me, as the exam continued. "You seem healthy enough. There's a couple of organs missing, one from your throat and one from your abdomen. Ah, tonsils and appendix, vestigial organs, prone to infection. Never given birth, but clearly sexually active. What's this? Two subdermal drug ampoules? What have you been taking, young lady? Hold on, these were inserted less than five hours ago. What have you done to yourself?" he asked while manipulating a control, freeing my head from restraint.

"It wasn't me, master. It was Collin, the man who sold me to you. They release Hydromel and Trilotozene into my system."

"Hydromel, oh my. I'm afraid that someone is in trouble. It's a crime to use a drug to influence the classification of a slave. Stay right here. I have to make a call to the authorities."

Like I was going to go anywhere, trapped in a restraining web. I could only move my head, and even then I had to be careful. If I moved in such a way as to force a motion on my restrained neck, I could seriously injure myself. I lay there, immobile, naked and hopeful. If I was captured illegally, perhaps my status could be reversed.

He returned a quarter hour later. "Your 'friend' will rue this day, I'm afraid. Falsifying a slavery class is punishable by enslavement. I'm afraid that he will find himself a Class Three slave before the day is out"

"Does this mean that my status will be reversed?" the hope obvious in my voice.

"I'm afraid you have as little knowledge of our laws as your enslaver." He replied, shaking his head. Continuing while he operated some controls again, "He did not break ay laws in enslaving you. He falsified your classification. However, in spite of that, a slave's classification can only be altered downward, one to two or two to three. That is why the penalties for falsifying the classification are so severe. You are a Class Three slave, and that can never change."

While he was talking, the restraint web had modified again. It held my hands and feet in place, but left the rest of my body free. He had also lowered the intensity. I could move my wrist and ankle, just not enough to do anything. He touched my face, his fur feeling soft and silky. My arousal started all over again.

"I've never had to opportunity to study the effects of Hydromel. I may never get another chance. Enjoy the process." He explained.

By now, I had lost all hope. I was a slave and doomed to be one forever. Now I was once again being excited when I did not wish to be. He spent the next hour caressing every part of my body except my breasts and pussy. It didn't matter, I was driven wild with desire. My nipples felt rock hard and desperate for any touch. My cunt dripped juices and felt swollen. I was desperate for any touch there. I imagined that my clit felt like a man's dick when its been erect for a long time. My skin was flushed and I was breathing in short gasps.

"It's been well over an hour," he wondered aloud, "You should be able to climax. I wonder why you haven't?"

I tried to answer in between desperate moans and gasps, "I...ohhhh... can...gasp... need...please... tits...gaaahhhh...pussy.....ahhhhh......please!?"

"I think I see. The drug turns your entire skin surface into an erogenous zone, but orgasm is still only sparked by contact with your sexual organs. In theory, I could continuously arouse you until the strain killed you. An interesting experiment."

In desperation, I cried out, "Please...do...any...thing...must...cum..."

"You're a slave girl, of course you'll do anything. If I wish, you will lie there and die in exquisite agony. But, you are an investment, and I need to recoup my expenses."

With that, he stopped touching me, leaving me helpless and frustrated. Slowly, oh so slowly, I began to come down from the dizzying height I was at. I could not help myself, I was crying in frustration and the unfairness of it all. I was just adjusting to normalcy again, when he started to caress me again.

"Let's see if it takes another hour to enable you to cum again. This time he concentrated on my tits and cunt. In no time it seemed, I was back where I started again. Desperate for an orgasm for the fourth time today, I begged and pleaded with him. He seemed unmoved.

"Its almost an hour and you still haven't cum. It must take an hour of arousal to enable a climax. Now lets see what a human orgasm looks like."

He continued, concentrating on my clit. I felt on fire. I craved his touch on my clit, but it was too sensitive. "Just five more minutes." He said. And then the chime from the front went off. He had a customer! He stopped and left me hanging again, while he went out front. I cried out in frustration, but he simply extended the field over my mouth to keep me quiet.

While I lay there, the door chime sounded several more times. He didn't return for over two hours. My sexual charge had faded, unsatisfied, once again. At first, I struggled to find some way to touch myself, but the energy webs around my limbs and mouth made that a fruitless activity. Have you ever tried to not move for a long time. It's not a normal activity for any person of any species. By the time the owner had returned, I was twitching, not for sex, but simply to be able to move.

"I have some questions for you Susan. How much experience do you have in sexual activity?" he asked, removing the restraint about my mouth.

"Master, I have had a couple of dozen lovers. The relationships have lasted anything from one night stands to a couple of years. I've never met anyone I would want to partner with permanently."

"The Hydromel makes you body receptive to sexual excitement from any touch. In your species, and yourself in particular, what is normal? What parts of your body are erogenous zones?"

"The primary female sexual organs are our breasts and vaginal areas. But we can be aroused by touch almost anywhere if we are physically or emotionally attracted to a partner."

If it seems strange for me to be so open about my sexual responsiveness, understand that I was experiencing the beginnings of Hydromel addiction. The drug was never intended to be given continuously to anyone. Repeated use, while it does not create physical addiction, creates a tremendous mental craving for the intense orgasms. I had one intense orgasm and been frustrated from one four times. I was already begging for it. I was desperate to convince the owner to remove the capsule from me. It was bad enough that I was a slave who had to do what ever I was ordered to do. But being a slave to a drug that causes people to agree to anything to get their next orgasm was terrifying.

"For myself, Master, when I am wanting sex or am attracted to a guy, I can be aroused by caresses to my face and arms, by kissing, by caresses one my back and legs. Once I become a little aroused, it seems like my entire body can become an arousal zone. My breasts are especially sensitive once aroused. Caresses and kissing there can make me really hot. Like most women, my pussy and clit are a center of sexual pleasure for me. Even without penetration, touch on my pussy and on my clit can quickly bring me to orgasm."

"Have you ever had mouth to genital sexual experiences? Both on the giving and receiving of such?"

"Yes master," I answered smiling, "It is one of my favorite types of sex. I love giving and receiving oral sex."

He turned and released the energy webs. "Show me how well you can perform. Get down on your knees and satisfy me." He ordered.

"Master, I would never have sex with an alien!"

"Slave! You forget your place! You don't question or hesitate when your owner gives a command. Stand up! Put your hands behind your head!"

I scrambled to obey his commands. He had been treating me so kindly that I had assumed that he was not a master, just an owner. Once I was in the position he demanded, he put the limb restraints back on, as well as the collar. My wrists were locked together and my legs forced a full four feet apart. Then my collar started to pull upwards. He had somehow linked it to the ceiling. If my feet slipped, I would be suspended by my neck, possibly strangling me. I was frightened. He could kill me in his rage and I could do nothing to stop him.

Then my vision blacked out! "The collar has far more uses than your 'boyfriend' had any idea of." He said. "It can selectively block or enhance nerve bundles. I've turned off your vision and enhanced your pain receptors. In the future, remember your place and obey without complaint or hesitation."

With that, fire exploded against my back. I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn't work. The fire hit me again and again. The restraints prevented me from even attempting to avoid whatever was causing the pain. I had never imagined that such pain was possible. In the back of my mind, I wondered why I had not passed out. Time had no meaning. There was just the waves of fire hitting me over and over again. Between the lashes of fire, there was still excruciating pain. I knew that I would do anything to avoid this pain again.

The fire stopped finally. Pain still wracked my body. The return of light should have hurt my eyes, but I was already overwhelmed by pain. He was standing in front of me holding, of all things, a large feather! He brushed it across my belly and the fire hit me again! My voice worked now and I screamed in agony. How could a feather cause such pain.

"Slave, you are new to the concept of being enslaved, so I was gentle(?) with you. You pain receptors can be made even more sensitive than this. At peak sensitivity, the burst of pain lingers for minutes. Multiple strokes can build the intensity. Long enough at very high levels and the pain can literally kill you. To make the punishment more effective, the collar prevents the loss of consciousness. Now, get on your knees and pleasure me orally, Susan, to both orgasms."

The collar and legs released, but the hands remained locked behind my head. I wasn't sure want he meant by 'both orgasms', but I assume that he was capable of multiple orgasms. (I knew a boyfriend or two that would love that ability) I crawled up to my knees as he parted his robe, revealing a fur covered sheath of some sort that I assumed was his penis. I kissed the shaft lightly. I felt a bulge of some sort on the inside of the shaft. He had a strange but pleasant musky aroma. I couldn't see any testicles, so I tentatively started to lick the shaft and the area around it. His taste matched his aroma and I did not get the mouthful of hair that I was afraid of getting (I'm not sure I could have stifled my gagging in that case). I was taking long slow strokes on the shaft with my tongue when I felt whatever was inside the shaft begin to swell and become more noticeable. That's when I realized that the shaft wasn't his penis, his penis was inside the shaft. As the hydromel spurred on my own arousal, I licked his with the whole of my mouth, sometimes engulfing a portion of the shaft in my mouth and gently nibbling on it.

From the sounds he was making, I assumed I was doing at least a passable job. The top of his shaft began to open up a little at the tip and some fluid (precum?) leaked out. I extended the action of my tongue to catch that little drop and found the taste pleasantly musky, though somewhat oily. His shaft had swelled to twice its diameter and the opening at the top was leaking fluid fairly liberally. He ordered me to not let any fluid go to waste, so I licked most of it into my mouth and spread some around my face. As the hole increased in diameter, I stuck my tongue into it to get even more fluid (I was really enjoying the taste, and it seemed to heighten the sensitivity of whatever it touched). As I did so, I felt the actual penis. It seemed to be resting in a bed of the precum and was throbbing. When he cried out at the touch I repeated it and prolonged it, licking the cock that I could reach.

As I did, it began to move, rising up out of the sheath, giving me better access to it. As it rose, I took it into my mouth to give it a blow job like I would a human. As it rose into my mouth, I noticed a small slit just below his fur covered belly button. I was too engrossed to wonder what the slit was, as his cock extended out a full ten inches from the shaft, completely filling my mouth. Only previous experience with deep throating kept me from choking on the huge member. From the way it was throbbing, I could tell he was close to climaxing. 

My own arousal was getting serious as well. If only I could use my hands to rub my tits and pussy. My nipples felt rock hard and I was leaking juices from my cunt liberally. Turned on as I was, I could not help but moan around his cock. That seemed to excite him even more. He brought is hands down to hold me close to his body and not let me back out (not that I was planning to). I felt him tense and I braced myself for the flood. His cum was hot, not just warm. It jetted out with some speed, splattering against the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly and another jet erupted, even more voluminous that the first. I struggled to swallow before the next spurt, but failed and my mouth filled to overflowing. Some leaked out of my mouth and dribbled down his stomach.

While he continued to cum in my mouth, thankfully in reduced volume, that slit I had noticed earlier began to open up and some of his cum dripped onto it. As it opened, a second penis(!) started to emerge. In the back of my mind, I realized what he meant by 'both orgasms' now. He had two cocks. (I would later learn that Branchetian reproduction requires an activation fluid to enable the sperm to fertilize, enabling males to choose when to produce offspring and when not to) The second penis seemed to not want to come out all the way. On instinct, I released his first penis and, with cum still in my mouth, started to lick the second. 

It responded in a flash and extended to a full six inches as the first re-sheathed itself. I was lost in pleasure by this point. The angle of this new penis allowed me to rub my tits against his leg, getting some desperately needed stimulation. My pussy still ached and throbbed, desperate for touch and filling. His new penis tasted different, though I can't to this day pace it. While it was shorter, it was also thicker, forcing my mouth to open at its widest to accommodate it. I pumped my mouth back and forth while my tongue swirled around it when there was room. It was sort of like starting a second blow job all over again. The sides of this penis produced a slick fluid that formed some sort of airtight seal with my lips. It pulsed and throbbed for some time as I bobbed back and forth. My instincts seemed to be right as his hands returned to my head and prevented me from varying my technique at this point.

With my breasts being rubbed by his fur, my own excitement reached fever pitch. Now I was aching for orgasm and still unable to reach it. My moans turned to moans of desperation and I began to cry in frustration. I had never tried to have sex six times in one day before and here I was on number six and fearful that it would end with no release again. I could feel my pussy lips swollen and protruding, as if to try to capture something, anything, to fill them. The puddle of juices that had leaked onto the floor had spread so I could feel it with my knees. Then his second cock stopped pulsing for a second or two. I prepared my mouth again and he unloaded a second time, while he let out a loud cry of ecstasy. His cum was oily and somewhat foul tasting and I might have tried to spit it out, but that seal that had formed on my lips turned out to my watertight as well. His hands held me tight so I couldn't pull away. The only thing I cold do was swallow for all I was worth. This second cumming was different in that it was not repeated spurts but a steady stream of fluid. He kept it up for what must have been a whole minute. Fortunately the pace was not too quick for my swallowing to keep up. Finally he released me and I pulled back, moaning in desire.

"Lick my fur clean, slave." He ordered.

I started to lick his fluids and my spit off of him while I begged, "Master, please let me cum this time. I don't know if I can take another frustration."

"Clean me first!"

I did as he asked, getting every last drop that I could extract off. When I did, he ordered me to stand. He re-set the restraints so I was spread legged and almost suspended by my collar. Then he reached down and began to stroke my pussy with his furry hand. Finally, my pussy had what it so desperately craved. Waves of pleasure and arousal spread from my pussy through out my body. I became incoherent as the pressure and need for release increased. I recall begging to be fucked and feeling something enter my pussy. I lost track of time until I exploded in orgasm, my whole body shaking and me screaming at the top of my lungs. As I came back down, he put something to my mouth, his hand I realized.

"Clean me up again slave. You make as much of a mess as I do."

I licked his hand, savoring the familiar taste of my own juices and basking in the afterglow of an incredible orgasm. Actually, I made love to his hand, treating each finger as a little penis deserving its own blow job. Once he was clean, he let me down and ordered me to clean the floor where I had leaked. I balked for a split second at licking bodily fluids off a floor, until I remembered the 'feather of fire' and quickly bent down to lick everything up.

Once I had finished, he ordered my back on the examination table, only on my stomach. He put the restraining web back on and explained, "The Hydromel will make you even more valuable, but not if it's always running. I need to modify the dispenser so that it can be turned on or off as your master wills it. Slaves are not just for sex, they also have other duties and being constantly aroused by mundane tasks will make you virtually worthless to any but a brothel." 

"Yes, master" It was not what I wanted, but it was better than what I had now, as long as whoever bought me did not want it on all the time.

After he made the adjustment, he took me out to the showroom and used the restraints to pose me. He last thing I remember that night was his saying, "Good night."



Galactic Slave Ch. 03



Chapter three: Sale

I awoke suddenly. That's not normal for me. I am one of those people who take some time to wake up fully. I was still posed on my knees with my legs spread and my arms stuck behind my head. I felt incredibly stiff, as if I had been this way for some time (which I had, in fact, been). The owner (I never learned his name) was operating some control device and the other slaves were waking up as well. I guess the collars are able to induce sleep or unconsciousness as well as prevent it.

As I knelt there, I realized just how badly I stank. I had not bathed or washed since Collin enslaved me. The residue of five or six arousals, two orgasms and the owners own fluids was still dried on me, with the predictable results. I was hoping that the smell of used sex was not a selling point here!

The restraints released and we were instructed to stand and begin the morning exercises. Without leaving their spots, the other slaves began to move their limbs in obvious attempts to get the kinks out. I joined in, since I didn't know when the next time I would get to move. Remember, they had been immobilized from the time I got here until now. Some knee bends, jumping jacks, and toe touches quickly took the kinks out, but added the aroma of perspiration to the other rank odors I was producing.

"Susan, go back to the examination room. You'll find a shower there. Clean yourself up quickly. We open in fifteen minutes."

Grateful, I hurried back and found the shower. Mindful of his orders to hurry, I finished in five minutes. After getting clean I returned and found a glass of green liquid at my 'station'. "Drink your nutrient drink." he said. I sipped it and it tasted like tomato juice with a faint chemical aftertaste. I assumed, from the almost instant ending to my hunger pangs, that the chemical was an appetite suppressant. If this was all we got, in a few days, I would be ready to kill for a good plate of biscuits and gravy.

After we ate (drank?), he re-posed us and unlocked his shop. A couple of customers were waiting for him to open. The word must have gotten around, because they both made their way straight to me. The previous day had not helped much. As I was scrutinized like a piece of meat, I blushed fiercely in humiliation. I was poked and prodded just about everywhere. My teeth were inspected. My arms and legs were squeezed. My hair was fondled and every one of my openings was poked into. Thankfully, the Hydromel was not active now.

Both these customers were natives. They never asked any questions and left without making a purchase. It seems they simply wanted to look at the 'new model' that had recently come in. This was repeated through out the day. A few conversed with the owner telepathically. I could tell since there were hand motions involved (unnecessary, but used when possible among them, I discovered later). I recalled from my briefing weeks earlier that their telepathy was species only, but that it must operate on a sub-conscious level since they seemed able to pick up languages in a matter of days when among a native speaker of the language.

A couple of other slaves were sold that day. One was a native who seemed non-pulsed by the whole exchange. The other was a spider-like Wagnerian. I never had any clue as to what use they would be put to. At the end of the day, he put us into the enforced sleep. I never mover from my kneeling position.

The next morning, we went through the wakening and drinking routine again, minus my shower. He only had three customers that day, none of which was interested in me. On the third day, everything changed.

On the third day, the morning started slow. Shortly after midday, three humans entered the establishment. They looked over some of the native slaves, but did not seem truly interested. When they got to me, they asked the owner if he allowed demonstrations. He indicated that sometimes he did and asked them what kind of demonstrations they were interested in.

"We want to see a demonstration of her sexual prowess. We've heard that she is a natural sex slave."

"I can arrange for a demonstration of course. You were not expecting to 'participate' in the demonstration, were you?"

"We wouldn't turn it down, if you're offering, but we kind of expected that you would have an objection or two to 'free use' before we actually buy anything"

"I see you are wise gentlemen and savvy shoppers. If you'll follow me, I'll set you up in the viewing room. Do you have any specific types of prowess you wanted to see?"

I could not hear their response as they moved away. While it would be nice to be able to move for a while, I certainly did not feel like 'performing' sexually for three voyeurs that I certainly hoped were not actually going to buy me. It was clear that they would use me sexually until they got bored and then I would end up, who knows where. The shop owner returned.

"Susan, the gentlemen would like to see you satisfy both a male and a female from different species at the same time. I will set you up with Drelvin and Sancha. You will know what to with Drelvin, since you have pleased me. You have good instincts, so you'll have no problem with Sancha either."

He released all three of us and ushered us into a room with some simple furnishing. "Susan, you are to please both Drelvin and Sancha. If you fail to do so, you will be punished." I could not tell if he was acting for the watchers or was serious. I was not about to take any chances, though. That whole feather of fire experience definitely did not bear repeating!

Both my partners were Blanchetians. I started with the guy, licking his sheath to get his first penis aroused. I suspect it had been some time since he had had sex. His cock lost no time in expanding in the sheaf. While I licked and fondled him, the woman had gotten down and was caressing my hips and breasts from behind. Her touch was surprisingly soft and erotic. It felt like someone was caressing me with a couple of fur-lined mittens. My nipples began to harden and I could feel moisture forming on my pussy.

As my arousal grew, Drelvin's first penis emerged from its sheath. He made it clear, trying to turn me around, that he did not want a blowjob. He wanted to fuck me. I was a little worried about how his two penis action was going to work with me, but I had to please her as well. I let myself turn around and pushed Sancha onto her back. As my hands passed over her nipples, all four of them, she responded enthusiastically. As I pulled myself up to begin to her nipples so I could start licking them, he entered me with a series of hard, fast thrusts. I could feel a heat, almost uncomfortable, building in my cunt. (I later learned that human and Blanchetian secretions are mildly volatile together) The heat seemed to sensitize the inside of my pussy and I could feel every thrust in and out. It was getting hard to concentrate on what I was doing with the woman, as I started to thrust myself back to meet his forward thrusts.

Her moans brought me back to the present. I tentatively took a lick at one of her nipples and she writhed under me again. Her breasts seemed especially sensitive. I moved back and forth between them while my hands played with the ones I wasn't licking, rubbing and pinching them. Her breathing became faster and faster, just as mine was as I responded to the increased heat and sensitivity in my pussy.

She began to push me down, indicating a desire for something more. Pushing her a little, I found her pussies(!), both of them. They were located about an inch apart and the lower one was slick with juices. As I licked at her, she seemed to lock up and start quivering. I thought she might be orgasming already, but when I started to pull back, she grabbed my head and held me in place. Taking the hint, I resumed licking with an abandon. As the pussy responded by opening up, I tried to get my tongue inside. I felt a protrusion inside, feeling much like a clit feels and I licked at it.

She went wild, bucking against my face, and producing copious quantities of fluid. Some of the fluid spread to her other pussy and it began to open up and produce fluids of its own. As I mover my mouth to her second pussy, the heat in my pussy peaked. It felt almost scalding, like a very hot shower, when he erupted inside of me. Like my earlier experience, he produced amazing quantities of cum, which spilled out of my pussy. I could feel his first penis withdraw and his second begin to come out. But he did not sick it in my pussy, he started to press it against my ass! I clenched up, but the oily secretions his second cock produced made it impossible to keep him out. It was too thick! I felt like I was being split in two as he plunged into me over and over again.

His thrusts pushed my face into her crotch. I was barely able to remember to lick at her second pussy (her holding my head helped). Her second cunt pulsated like it was trying to pull and hold my tongue inside. The juices this time were actually sticky, not slick. When I was inside her pussy, I licked at the inside walls. I could feel small hairs on the walls that seemed to pull on my tongue, trying to keep it in. I decided to go with it and stay buried in and lick for all I was worth. That seemed to make her very happy. She started writhing underneath me, crying out incoherently. My own ass was in pain, as this monstrously thick cock was being rammed in and out repeatedly.

They both started their second cum at the same time. She froze up and her second pussy pinched tightly on my mouth and tongue. The sticky fluid congealed and I could not pull my face up. It seemed like luck that kept my nose from being plugged by the hardening gel. He unleashed a stream into my bowels that could not leak out because of the seal his precum formed. More and more liquid filled me up. I could feel my belly beginning to distend from the strange enema I was getting. He was not pulling out, but instead, kept himself plunged into me and would not let go. I was stuck to my partners and on top of all that, I had not cum myself.

Aroused, but stuck, I reached underneath myself and played with my pussy. It was slick with my won juices and the cum that had leaked out. As I plunged my fingers into my pussy, I became hotter and hotter. I massaged my clit with my thumb as I used my fingers in my pussy. It did not take long to begin cumming myself. I began to twitch and moan as my orgasm hit me in waves. He finally pulled out of my ass, letting his fluid pour out of me, releasing the pressure that had begun to build inside.

I was thinking I was going to have trouble getting loose from Sancha, until I realized I was coming loose. The intensity of my cum had caused my nose to run and where my nasal mucus had landed, the gel was dissolving. There were probably more disgusting ways to get loose, but I could not think of any right then.

Once I was loose, the owner returned and sent the others to get cleaned up. I was covered with fluids from all three of us. "Get up into position," he ordered. The three men came in through a door I had not noticed before. "As you fine sirs can see, the slave is well versed in the pleasing of others sexually and has experience with beings of species other than her own. Is this what you were looking for?"

"Yes, that is what we were looking for. How much will she be?"

"I could not let her go for less than 750 metrons."

"750! That's outrageous. She's merely a class three, hardly worth anything."

"It seems you don't have a true appreciation of the slave market. Class Three slaves are the most valuable of all slaves. They are secure investments that will never lose value, since they will never see freedom. They also are natural slaves, who either do, or come to, love their status. They are eager to please whoever their masters are and are well worth almost any price."

I was fuming at the description he was applying to me. Natural slave my ass! I would never become the creature he was describing.

The spokesman responded angrily, "In that case, you can keep your precious Class Three slave. Our money will be better spent elsewhere."

"I'm sorry you feel that way. Maybe later, when you want something a little less expensive."

They stormed out.

He then turned to me, "How dare you show anger at your owner! I will accurately describe your status to any customer who asks. Do you want to be punished again?"

"No master. Please, I could not help myself. I've never experienced anything like being owned before and cannot imagine ever liking slavery."

"You had better get used to it, slave. You will never experience any other status for the rest of your life. It will be easier on you if you do come to enjoy it. You never know what a master will want you to do. If you dedicate yourself to your master's pleasure, you will come to derive pleasure from pleasing him or her. I want you to clean this mess up now. Make it your goal to make me happy. Embrace your slavery. You have two hours. I want you on the show room floor for at least a couple more hours today."

The nerve! Embrace my slavery. I may be stuck in this status forever, but I would never give an owner the satisfaction of possessing me, if you know what I mean. There was a bucket and mop in a side room. Blanchetian fluids were more difficult to clean up, being more viscous than human fluids. They would not soak up in the mop. I had to scoop them up with my hands, mildly disgusting. Like most species, Blanchetian sexual fluids 'go bad' quickly once the leave the body. It could be worse. I could have had to use my mouth (Eewww!).

It took my almost the entire two hours, but I managed to get everything up, leaving only the moistness from my tongue. When he came back, he ordered my to shower and return to the showroom. I don't think I have ever enjoyed a shower as much as that one. After I was clean, I went back out and I was put back into position. I thought my day was essentially over, but a quarter hour before closing, another customer came in.

This was a human accompanied by a Gravelian. (think pink fur covered velociraptor mercenaries) The owner seemed to know him very well.

"Mr. Valenshenko! How nice to see you. Are you still searching for the perfect slave?"

"Yes I am. It's not easy to find the versatility I need. I was reading in the net that you have acquired your first human slave. I don't suppose she is highly skilled, is she?"

"I think you will be pleasantly surprised. I've researched the slave's past life, and she has much experience in several financial markets. She's also a Class Three slave, and from what little I have been able to assess, she is well experienced, sexually and in spite of the duplicity used in her classification, I believe she is truly Class Three."

"She sounds perfect. I will need to interview her to get an idea how useful she will be."

"She's right over here. You should know that she has recently been implanted with drug dispensers. One is for Hyrdomel, which you may find useful. It was originally programmed for continual release, but I've modified it for controlled dosage. The other is one I have not heard of before, called Trilotozene."

"I can explain that one. Humans have one of the most sensitive and over-reactive immune systems in the galaxy. It was discovered that alien reproductive cells had the potential to set off an over-reaction by our immune systems, leading to an increase in auto-immune disorders shortly after our first contacts with other species, at least those we treated as being sexually compatible. Trilotozene is a drug that fixes that problem by destroying all sexual cells. It is able to recognize the presence of half portions of DNA in reproductive cells. Any human intending to have sex with aliens, takes Trilotozene before, or shortly after sex. Interestingly, an unintended side effect is that it is a perfect birth control drug, since it treats human sperm and eggs just like other species germ cells."

I'm not sure what it is, but it is far more humiliating to be scrutinized by a member of your own race than it is when an alien examines you. Mr. V. examined me in more detail than most doctors do. Every inch of skin was prodded and poked. He opened my mouth and examined my gums and teeth (it turns out that the mouth is an excellent indicator of general health; those who take care of their mouths, tend to take care of the rest of themselves). He seemed to know what he was doing. He manipulated my limbs, making sure they worked properly and had no hidden health problems. Of course, he examined my tits and pussy, deliberately trying to arouse me (successfully, I'm embarrassed to say). 

"I see what you mean. She clearly does not like the way she is being treated and talked about, yet she responds quickly to sexual contact of any sort. She will make an excellent sex slave." He said to the owner. Turning to me, he asked, "Tell me slave, what experience do you have in finance?"

I was tempted to lie, not liking this man at all. He was however, my best chance to get off this planet and possibly home, where I would be freed. "Sir, I was a trade negotiator for Amorex Shipping Inc. I was responsible for analyzing trade data and obtaining the best possible deals for the company. I also used to work in the fraud detection unit and have had extensive experience in examining financial reports to spot fraud."

"So you're familiar with the major financial programs currently in use?"

"Yes sir. I've kept up to date with all the major programs. I'm acknowledged as the best financial officer in the company."

"I notice that you don't have a netware socket. Just how are you 'up to date' on all the latest software without one?"

"I use a virtual room, sir."

"A virtual room? Are you trying to tell me that you can outperform net jacked operators with a clumsy, slow, virtual room? I don't much appreciate being lied to!"

"I you don't believe me, call up my file from Amorex! As a non-indentured slave, my rights to privacy ended from the moment Collin enslaved me. I have no reason to lie, 'Sir'." I said, dripping with sarcasm.

He took me at my word and accessed a data pad, no doubt to check on my personnel file. It did not take a degree in psychology to read the owner's venomous look. He was incensed at my rude treatment of Mr. V. If I was not bought today, I was going to suffer tonight.

"It seems you are correct. You'll have to explain how a virtual box beats a netware socket."

Turning to the owner, "She seems just what I'm looking for, sexual, smart and savvy. Her Class Three status is a pleasant bonus. How much are you asking for her?"

"1500 Metrons. Practically a steal at twice the price."

They wandered away, engaged in that friendly, yet serious sport of bargaining. It was one of the reasons I disliked socially primitive worlds. While I am good at bargaining, I dislike that it has to be done. Why any self respecting merchant would not simply be honest about what his product is worth is beyond me. Fifteen minutes later, the sale was completed. I don't even know just what I was sold for. The control codes for my restraints were transferred to Mr. V.'s data pad and he took, possession, as they say.

"The first thing you need to understand is that I brook no disrespect from those I employ. I will certainly not accept it from my slave!"

My nerves instantly transformed to molten fire. I cried out in agony, collapsing to the floor. I could not control myself and writhed in pain, oblivious to my surroundings. My sense of time was completely gone, though it felt like hours that the waves of pain swept through me. I imagined that I was burning alive without being consumed. When the pain stopped, I found myself on the floor, covered in sweat and having soiled myself.

"It would behoove you to learn the difference between being honest and being disrespectful. That was a mere ten seconds (!) of pain. Future lapses, now that I actually own you will be much longer. Now go ant clean yourself up, and then clean up the mess you've made on the shop floor."




Galactic Slave Ch. 03



I followed his orders with a meek, "Yes, master." A human master was not going to be any easier than alien one, it seemed. Why did he need a sex slave who was proficient in financial software? I was sure I would not like the answer.



Galactic Slave Ch. 04



Chapter four: Job Orientation

Mr. V set the electronic leash for five feet and set out at a brisk pace. Only a past determination to stay fit in a normally sedentary job allowed me to keep up. A we walked, he kept a running commentary of what we were doing. "We are outbound tomorrow morning, so I need to get everything you will need this evening. Have you eaten at all today?"

"Master, the shop owner gave me a drink in the morning and I have felt no hunger since then. I assume there was an appetite suppressant in the drink."

"If it is the one they normally use, your system will be unable to digest food until the drug wears off, between 24 and 36 hours after it was ingested. We'll skip dinner then. First is to get you clothes for when I need you dressed."

The first shop we stopped at was not an ordinary clothing shop. The sign said "Gravonic's Slave Wear." Inside was unlike anything I had seen before. The expectation one has from a non-slavery culture is that female slaves are for sex. But Blanchet has slaves from both genders. Furthermore, I was discovering, not all female slaves are intended for sex, though that was frequently a part of their duties. The shop had more styles of clothing than I had ever seen before. Many of them were for some purpose that I could not fathom. Apparently, most locals did not shop for their slave's clothing this late at night.

"Good evening sir. How can I help you." An attendant asked, ignoring me as if I was not there.

"I have just acquired a new slave and I will be needing a varied selection of attire for her. I want her to have a dozen provocative garments for when I have her entertaining, about half as many sets of modest attire for those planets with nudity taboos for even slaves, 2 sets of cold weather clothes, and a set of protective garments for use in Kroklin."

My God! Just what was he intending to use me for? I could understand sensuous clothing and cold weather gear. But hard labor? And what, pray tell was Kroklin?

The attendant answered, "Very good sir. Do you have any style preference?

"Only that there be no duplication in styles. I have some other purchases to make elsewhere. Can I leave her here and have her fitted?"

"Of course sir. Your list will take about two hours to fill. Is the slave allowed any input in the selection?"

"Within the parameters, yes. Be sure that the provocative wear leaves her all but naked. Oh, and arrange for these items to be packaged as well. She has no say in them." He instructed, handing her a piece of paper.

"Very good sir," she replied as he walked away. Turning to me, she ordered, "Come slave. We have much to do in the next couple of hours."

Except for the fact that the clerk was in charge instead of myself, this was much like shopping before I was enslaved. I must have tried on dozens of clothes of various types. I was given pretty much free reign in choosing the modest clothing. It seems that the attendant was not used to coordinating clothing that covered most of the body (I learned that she was actually a slave herself, a Class One, with two years left on her contract). 

I however, learned much about dressing to provoke arousal in both men and women. Nudity, it turns out, is frequently less erotic than slim coverings in just the right places. As I tried on numerous items that I would hardly thought appropriate for swimming or sleeping in, I found the sight of my own barely covered body arousing in ways that my nakedness had not been. Some of the outfits she selected for me covered without actually concealing. Others concealed, but their touch on me sent shivers of arousal through me. I actually was enjoying myself when Mr. Valenshenko returned.

"Has the shopping been completed?"

"Just about sir. There was some time spent instructing your slave in the proper wearing and use of some of the garment. The special items should be here shortly. We did not carry some of them and sent out to a partner shop for them. All we have left is the protective gear."

"Very good. Let me see what you have."

She led us to a corner of the shop with an unusual selection of clothing. It reminded me of pieces of hardened leather armor that I had seen on some of the more primitive worlds. They had me try on several pieces. While the looked like hardened leather, they were actually a semi-pliable plastic or resin material. In spite of their hardness, they transmitted sensation very well, sort of like a low tech version of exo-skin. When all the pieces were picked out, I had enough to cover me from head to toe in the stuff. I could not imagine what I would need this for and why they were made with such realistic body surfaces. The breast piece had nipples on it, The part that covered my waist and privates had exaggerated pussy lips and clit. Why would you want to armor yourself in a Barbie doll skin? If it had been exo-skin, it would have made more sense, since exo-skin magnifies strength while providing tactile feed back for controlling the enhanced strength. This stuff enhanced nothing, it just transmitted sensation with great efficiency.

By the time we were done, the package he wanted had showed up. It was about 70 cubic inches in size and weighed a mere two pounds or so (he had me carry it like it was some sort of joke). As we moved out of the shop, he addressed me again.

"You have me in an unusual position. Your reliance on a virtual room has me at odds. Virtual rooms are practically unheard of these days. Where am I going to find a virtual room? You need to explain why you are opposed to netwear."

"It's a little hard to explain. Let me start by pointing out where we can find a virtual room. Collin, my enslaver, had all my belongings given to charity. Whichever charity got my own virtual room would probably still have it, unable to sell it, since I know of no one else who uses one. That would also have the advantage of already being programmed for me personally."

"Excellent! I was afraid I would have to make a side trip to a world with an antique shop on it. Do you know which charity?"

"No Master, I do not. I was a slave by then and was not informed or consulted. The concierge arranged it and probably knows which charity, or can find out."

"Very well. Our shopping is done except for that item."

He led us off to the hotel I had been staying at when I was free. The concierge was easy to find. When he saw us, he smiled broadly greeting Mr. V., "Greetings gentle sir. How may I be of assistance?"

"Several days ago, my slave was enslaved in your hotel. Her original owner instructed that her former belongings be given to charity. I need to acquire one of those items. Would you be so kind as to tell me which charity they were given to?"

"Unfortunately, I cannot sir. They were never given away. The owners instituted a policy in preparation for the planet's full membership. All property of those enslaved within the hotel becomes property of the hotel itself. If you wish to acquire any of the items, you will have to speak to the manager."

"Very, well. May I speak with the manager then?"

"I will check to see if he is available. May I say sir, that I expect that you will pleased with your slave. I was fortunate enough to see her shortly after her enslavement. She was quite a catch. It was obvious that she is a very responsive slave and truly a Class Three."

It is not easy or pleasant to hear a perfect stranger talk so openly about ones sexuality. But that pales in comparison to realize that you are responding sexually to those comments. Being naked, it was of course obvious that I was becoming aroused. I blushed furiously as the concierge continued, "See what I mean, you have only to talk about her and she becomes ready to serve."

I could not understand what was happening. This is not how I normally react. Such openly sexual talk is something I find insulting and revolting. I would never had allowed such talk about myself or anyone else in my presence. Now I was unable to stop it and was responding to it in ways that disgusted me.

"Yes she is," my master answered. "I look forward to getting maximum value out of her. We'll be in the lounge when the manager is able to see us."

The concierge went into a back area while we went to the lounge. "Kneel here." He said as he sat at a table.

A waitress came over and took his order. He ordered a Vegan nova for himself and nothing for me. I seemed to have become the center of attention. Looking around. I saw that, while there were a few other slaves in the lounge, I was the only human one (there are some things it does not pay to be first at). Humans are one of the few races that show their early stages of arousal visibly (other races display to other senses, such as smell). I seemed to be in some weird kind of feedback loop. The more that people stared at me, the more aroused I became. The more aroused I became, the more that people stared. Why was I responding this way? I have never been an exhibitionist and do not enjoy showing myself in public. What has happened to me?

The lack of touch limited my excitement somewhat. Mr. V. seemed to not notice what was happening, but I suspected that he was not as oblivious to his surroundings as he let on. Blessedly, the looks eventually stopped, probably because nothing was happening. After an hour, the waitress informed us that the manager would see us now.

We were led to an office in the back part of the hotel. Inside was a human woman. She was shorter than me, dressed in a professional business suit. She stood and shook Mr. V.'s hand. "I'm Cally Halreck. How can I help you today?"

"My slave was taken in your hotel. Understand that her former belongings became the property of the hotel itself."

"Yes. We foresaw the potential ramifications of Blanchet's full membership and instituted policies to make such 'transitions' orderly and not a financial burden on the hotel. You can understand, having a guest enslaved before they pay their bill could result in a significant loss."

"I understand. Your company's foresight is commendable. There is one item from her belongings that I would like to obtain. I would, of course, be willing to pay for it. The item is a virtual room. Would it be possible to purchase the device?"

"Unfortunately, the items have not been properly inventoried as of yet. It will take several days to finish the process."

"I have to leave in the morning and virtual rooms are extremely hard to find these days. Is there any way to 'speed up the process? I would be willing to pay extra to reimburse the hotel for the extra man hours needed to expedite the process."

"There may be a way. Are you familiar with Kroklin?"

"Yes. In fact, I purchased Kroklin equipment for my slave tonight."

"I enjoy the sport. I would like a chance to play with a human. If you will allow me a few hours tonight, I will see what I can do to clear the virtual room for you to purchase."

"That will be eminently acceptable. Do you have a site suitable for Kroklin?"

"Yes. We maintain a room on the seventh floor for guests with slaves who enjoy playing."

"Very good. I will prepare her and deliver her to the game room within the hour. Will that be acceptable?"

"Yes. I'll start my people on finding the device."

They shook hands and he led me out of the office. I had never heard of 'Kroklin' before and was not sure I liked it. What kind of game do you play with slaves that requires them to wear protective gear? I was definitely not going to like it.

"I was hoping to introduce you more gradually to your duties," my Master said with a frown on his face. "From your lack of panic, I assume that you don't know what Kroklin is."

"No master I don't. Why should I be panicked?" I asked with trepidation.

"You understand that on Blanchet, slaves are property, not people." He continued when I nodded. "That means that owners can do anything at all with their slaves and if 'damage' results, the only consequence is the loss of a valuable piece of property. Kroklin is a way to minimize the property loss when punishing slaves. I myself prefer modern electronics. Punishment for infractions is swift, effective and does no lasting harm to the slave. Kroklin attempts the same results but lends itself to some people's baser instincts. It is tailor made for those who enjoy inflicting pain."

Horror hit me as it dawned on me just what was going to happen. Protective gear that transmitted feelings. Pain without damage at the hands of a sadist! "Master! Please, don't make me do this. I'll do anything..."

"You'll already do anything. And you'll do this as well. I don't like Kroklin, but in the places where I do business, many do. At least with my own equipment, the pain will be tolerable. In some cultures the equipment does not just transmit the pain, it amplifies it. You will come through this. Understand, there will be many things I require of you that you will find unpleasant. You are a slave and you will do what I tell you. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes master."

"Good. Now let's hurry. The quicker we get this done, the quicker we can get the virtual room and leave."

We reached his room and, once inside, he unpacked the protective gear and helped me put it on. Once it was on, we left and went to the seventh floor. The manager was waiting for us. She was no longer in her suit. She had changed into a sexy leather outfit. The skirt barely came down to her knees and the top could have passed for a bra. It pulled her breasts up and tight. If I was into women, I would find myself attracted to her. I could see that Mr. V. was, though he said nothing about it.

"Here she is. I'll be back in two hours."

"The device should be waiting for you at the front desk by then."

Master walked away and I was left alone with a woman who desired only to inflict as much pain on me as she could. I was terrified and it obviously showed.

"OH, come now little slave. Property has no call to be frightened. Go inside!" she ordered as the door responded to her pass key.

The room was about 20 feet square and the walls had a variety of devices that I assumed were intended for pain infliction. Some were obvious. A variety of styles of whips and floggers were there. In the center of the room was a pole that ran from floor to ceiling. She pushed me towards the pole. Operating the controlled, my hands were pulled up to the pole, stretching me taunt. I could feel my wrists trying to go even higher. My shoulders started to ache almost immediately. 

While I hung there, she walked around the wall, looking over the devices. She picked out two items that looked like some form of binder clips. She came back and rubbed her hands over the chest of my armor. The sensations were erotic and I could feel my nipples going erect underneath. Great. Sex without actual touching. She brought the clip up and I panicked. "Please no! Don't do this!" Ignoring me, she attached one of the clip's to my armor's right nipple. Pain ripped through my own nipple. It felt like it was being pinched off. She repeated the process with the left, causing even more pain. I was screaming out loud and she seemed to enjoy watching me scream.

After several minutes, the pain seemed to die down to a dull throb. She reached out and flicked the clips, sending another wave of pain through my breasts. She repeated the process several times. I was crying under the mask of the armor. Eventually, she wandered away again, no doubt to obtain another torture device. She returned with a whip of some sort. It was about three feet long and had a dozen or more strands at the end. It looked to be made of some sort of leather.

She did not start hitting me right away. She rubbed it across the pussy and clit on the suit. My body responded in spite of myself. My body was flushing and my pussy was lubricating itself. I was beginning to feel an emptiness in my cunt that was longing to be filled. She took a step back and, raising her arm, brought the whip down against the armor. This pain made the clips pale in comparison. I lost track of time after that as she kept on hitting and hitting. I stopped being a person and morphed into a bundle of screaming pain.

It stopped, but I was longer in coming to my senses. She was standing before me. "You are a remarkable specimen. I have thoroughly enjoyed myself and I thought I would return the favor." She purred as she reached down and started rubbing the crotch of my armor again. I don't understand how I could be responding so readily with all the residual pain. I flushed almost immediately and waves of pleasure competed with the pain. She flicked the clips while she caressed me (indirectly) causing both pain and pleasure to race through me. In spite of the pain, my arousal built up quickly. I was breathing quickly, moaning in desire and crying in pan all at the same time. As I reached a mind blowing orgasm, shame overwhelmed me. I could not believe that I was brought to climax by someone I was not attracted to while in the midst of pain. What was happening to me?

After my orgasm, she left me there and left the room. I don't know how long I waited before Mr. V. entered and let me down. He removed my armor and packed it in a case he had brought. "I see she was not satisfied with causing you pain. Did she order you to pleasure her in any way?"

It took me a few seconds to be able to answer. "No Master. She said she enjoyed hurting me so much, she was going to return the favor."

"Let's get you back to the room and clean you up. Can you walk?"

"Yes Master."

As we walked, I pondered my reactions. They still had me confused. "Master?" I asked.

"What is it?"

"I came when she masturbated me through the suit."

"That should not be surprising. That's what people do when sexually aroused."

"But she was causing pain too. How can I cum when there is so much pain? What is wrong with me?"

"I'm not sure I can answer that. It could be that prolonged exposure to Hydromel has left you prone to sexual excitement. It could also mean that your classification is accurate and you are a natural slave. It's not important why. Just understand that it's going to happen and don't let it bother you. It's your life now and you have to live with it."

"Yes Master."

Once we got back to the room, I noticed my virtual room on the table. He ignored it and took me to the bathroom were he had me clean myself up. After I was clean (but by no means refreshed) he told me to go to sleep, we would be getting up early in the morning and I would have to demonstrate my skill with the virtual room.

"I'm still not sure why you insist on using such an antiquated piece of equipment. I need someone who can analyze financial information accurately and find patterns as well as corruption."

"Why don't you hire a professional? Why did you need to have a slave who was once a professional."

"I am in an unusual business. Many of the people I deal with are like third world countries in the old earth days. Bribery is a way of life on these planets. I have found that sexual bribery is far cheaper than money and usually better received. Employees balk at some of the things that are asked for, slaves do not. But these planets are not on major trade routes for the most part, so we will be doing a lot of travel on private transports. Space is limited and I frequently cannot take more than one other person. Hence, my financial expert and my sex bribe must be the same person."

"I see. I'm to be a financial analyst who will be lent out to customers as needed for any sexual purpose they desire."

"Yes. Does that bother you?"

"I'm your slave Master. You've made it clear that I'm not allowed to have a problem with what you have me do. My free self would be appalled at the idea of being forced to have sex with total strangers just to make a business deal easier."




Galactic Slave Ch. 04



"I can understand that. But, as you have realized, you are no longer free and must do what you are told. Now go to sleep. We leave early. I expect you will need to perform both of your duties tomorrow as I arrange to pay for our transport."

It did not take long for me to fall asleep. When I awoke, it was suddenly again. It seems that he used the sleep function on my collar again. This, I would never get used to. Welcome to day 5 of my life as a slave. 



Galactic Slave Ch. 05



Chapter 5: First Duties

Master was already up and dressed. "Get cleaned up. We have to leave in 15 minutes." I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower and dried off. It's amazing how much quicker it is to get ready in the morning when you don't have to get dressed. It also seemed that I was getting used to Mr. V. as my master, even thinking of him as such. Great! Just great! Only five days and I was already falling into slave thinking patterns.

A bellhop came to the door to carry the bags downstairs. He looked at both of us a little strangely before he picked them up. It dawned on me that he was surprised that I was not carrying them. Maybe most slave owners he had encountered had their slaves do all the heavy lifting. Here was enough stuff that I was not sure I could have carried it all. I would have tried to carry twice that much, though, to avoid some of the things I suspected I was going to be told to do.

As we left, the Gravelian that had shadowed us unobtrusively all night yesterday was waiting outside. "Slave, this is Grankt, my bodyguard. He has bound himself to me. Do you understand what that means?"

"Yes master." I certainly was. Gravel is one of the few planets to have more than one sentient species develop on it. One was the furred saurian that was the body guard. The other was a small humanoid species that would be often mistaken for human dwarfs if they still existed. The humanoids used to hire the saurians as mercenaries of all types, in singles, small units and even whole armies. They lived for battle and honor. That was before the frontell plague. Humanoids were especially susceptible to the plague and it decimated all humanoid species before it was cured. Gravel was the first planet hit and the humanoids that employed the saurians were eradicated. Now the saurians, the only Gravelians left, hired themselves to anyone who would pay. Their code of honor makes them the most reliable mercenaries and body guards in the Federation. The only reason they are not the only warriors used through out known space is their slow breeding rate and their low tolerance for faster than light travel. With less than a million in the race and only 1% able to tolerate being in a Dolman field, there were simply not enough of them to go around.

Master was continuing, "Understand that his contract is to protect me. In the unlikely event of violence, he will not only not protect you, he will sacrifice you to save me, if necessary."

"Yes Master."

Grankt was good at his job. Everywhere we went, he checked the security, and most people did not even notice him doing it. I could just make out the shimmer of a multi-spectrum lens in his right eye that I'm sure let him scan broad bands of light and maybe even see sonic and electric fields. One reassuring thing about him was that since he was on duty 24/7, he would not be partaking of my 'pleasures'. Rumors about Gravelian sexual organs were frightening.

We took a cab to the spaceport and got out at the private gate area. Master seemed to know just where we were going. We passed through security (I have never passed through the scanners so quick before) and out onto the tarmac where a Vellin class freighter was sitting, a red cap carrying his luggage. An off white shape seemed to ooze down the loading ramp and flow across the field towards us. I was familiar with many races, but this was a new one on me. Once it was close enough, it looked like a three foot across amoeba.

"Greetings Captain," Master said as it stopped some two feet away. "I everything in order?"

An appendage protruded and formed a mouth, "Yes Mr. Valenshenko, all is in order. Have you made a decision concerning the price?"

"Yes, I will be taking you up on your alternative offer."

All this time, other pieces of the Captain(?) were in a constant state of formation and re-absorption. Three looked like eyes that stared unblinking at me. "Will she be able to provide what I need?"

"I think you will find she will serve your needs very well."

"Good, good. Let us board. I wish to lift off within the hour. I've bribed someone at traffic control to give us priority clearance."

We boarded the ship and the Captain showed us to the room we would be using. It was small and only had one bed. There did seem to be as much storage space as there was people space. I had the feeling that the 'stateroom' was cobbled together from one of the ship's storerooms. I had a bad feeling about my sleeping arrangements.

"Slave, store the luggage and join me in the galley. Bring the virtual room with you. It's time you showed me just what you are capable of with it. I better not have wasted my money."

"Yes Master. You did not waste money. If I may say so, I'm the best there is at financial and fraud analysis."

He said nothing as he left. There was nowhere to put clothes in the room, so I arranged the bags with the clothes on top where they could be easily accessed. By the time I was done, the only space left was a two foot wide space next to the bed and the bed itself, which only had two feet of clearance above the mattress. Definitely not the Queen Lucy. Taking the virtual box, I left (there was no way to lock) and went forward to find the galley.

A Spidex and a Droll were going about preparing the ship for lift off. Master was in the galley, which was more of a cabin with an auto-wave set into one wall. Re-hydrated food, another of the wonderful amenities of our luxurious transport. As I entered, Master instructed me, "Sit down and strap in. We'll be taking off in a few minutes. These independent freighters can have tweaky grav units. While we wait, you can explain why you are so partial to virtual rooms."

"Yes master. You're aware of how a net-wear interface works? The interface translates the data stream into a frame of reference that the data-jock can perceive and interact with on familiar terms," I started as I sat down and fastened the restraints. It was early in my career that I noticed that there was always a low level of graft and error that none of the data-jocks seemed to catch. It had always been assumed that that was the result of the small minority of competent thieves that were better than the jocks. The only way to catch them was to go through the raw data itself, line by line. That was my job. What I started to do was use the virtual room to display the raw data and the net-wear interface to see what was being missed and why. What I found shocked me.

"The interface was using part of the data to create the frame of reference. No one was stealing or deceiving us, data was lost in the process of creating the frame of reference. Not much mind you, but enough to distort things a little and create errors and losses. There was no net-wear solution. Data-jocks have to have the frame of reference, because living brains are not computers and cannot access raw data directly. The only solution would be to work with the raw data directly. Even most virtual rooms use frames of reference. Only a virtual room that displayed raw data directly could avoid data corruption. It's actually one of the worst kept secrets in finance. Hardly anyone is willing to fix the problem because so few people are able to analyze raw data directly. It took me two years to train myself to do it. I don't know of anyone else who is able to deal with data streams directly as quickly as I do."

While I had been talking, the ship had lifted off. There was some thrust leaking through, though not enough to cause discomfort. There were no view screens in the galley, so we were unable to tell just where we were going, other than up. Mr. V. was looking at a wall, deep in thought. He turned to me, "Let me see if I have this straight. The financial industries of the Federation have made a choice to accept data error losses because the solution relies on an out of date technology and the services of highly trained data analysts?"

"Essentially, yes master. Remember, there are thousands of data-jocks with a vested interest in minimizing the effects of this problem. If everyone experiences the same levels of loss, then no one is at a disadvantage. It's like all the professional Zinktel players agreeing to play in a low carbon dioxide atmosphere. Unfortunately, I'm beginning to suspect that someone is cheating, as it were. In the last couple of years, I've noticed a pattern in the data that is being lost in the frames of reference. It almost seems that someone is programming certain types of data to be 'attractive' for frame of reference codings. This would indicate that someone is purposely hiding something in the frames of reference. Just what it is, I don't know. I was taken off of fraud monitoring and put on trade negotiations three years ago. I was good at it, but it prevented me from following up on my suspicions."

The all clear had sounded by now and Master said, "Show me just how this process of yours works. Can it be done with another present?"

"Yes Master, though it helps if they do not move."

"Here is a report on trade balances between to planets. The planets are close to war because of mutual accusations of fraud. See what you can find."

I stood up and took the data chip and inserted it into the control box. When I turned it on, the room filled with data. I let the room sort the data into a multi-dimensional spread sheet. Once the data was downloaded, I began the process. It's hard to explain just what I was doing. The first step is to familiarize myself with the data. I could see that it was three years of detailed trade activities between two large entities. The data was arranged in three dimensions, the locations, the values and the times. As I looked at the flow of information, it became clear that something was wrong. Looking at individual pieces more closely, I saw that some of the time codes had been altered. Not much, but enough that time value was lost. After about half an hour, I could tell that the alterations followed a pattern. Someone was delaying sales of items on both worlds and then back dating the sales. It would take much longer to track the fraud back to its source, so I shut the room down and sat back down. The Captain had entered while I was working.

"Master, there is a pattern of fraud, but it will require several hours to track it down. It's gone unnoticed because altered time stamps are almost always used to create frames of references. It seems that time stamps were not considered important data by the programmers of frames."

"You'll have to track that down later. It's time to pay for our ride. You're to accompany the Captain and do whatever he asks. Do you understand"

"Yes Master."

I was not sure what would happen. I could not imagine that a giant single celled creature would be interested in sex. The Captain formed a mouth and ordered me, "Follow me female."

It flowed down a side corridor and entered a room that was completely bare. "Stand in the center of the room." It ordered. As I did, it continued, "How much do you know of my species?"

"Nothing Captain." I was unsure of what honorifics to use, it not having a noticeable gender.

"The Rax are not, as many suppose, a single celled species, though we do reproduce by fission. We became the dominant species on Rex because we are able to link our nervous systems with other creatures and directly receive input from them. In lower animals, we can even control their body functions, both autonomic and voluntary. Creatures with consciousness would be driven insane by such an attempt and it is the highest crime among our kind to do such an act.

"Rax have no ability to feel physical pleasure, or pain, for that matter. We can tap into the sensory inputs of others by linking our nervous systems with theirs. The moral norms of the Rax view this as a perversion. I do not. Do you understand what I wish of you?"

I thought I did, but I was to find out I had no clue yet, "You want to link with me while I experience sexual pleasure, by perhaps masturbating?"

"Not exactly. I will link with you, but I will be the source of your pleasure. I wish to maximize my own enjoyment and experience."

"You want to have sex with me? How can you have sex with me? You're not a sexual creature?"

"Let me show you." 

It revealed the control pad to my restraints and activated them. My arms jerked out, as did my legs. My collar suspended me and kept me from falling. It flowed over to me and around my legs. Unable to help myself, I screamed in terror. It stopped and formed another mouth. "Do not panic. I have no intention of consuming you. Just as you can decide what enters your mouth for eating and what enters your mouth for other purposes, so to, I can envelope for consumption and for other reasons. Relax and allow me to make link with you slave."

I tried to calm myself, but my breath came in ragged gasps as my fear diminished only a little. I felt a tingling sensation spread from my feet through my body and reaching my head. I tried to fight it and it turned to pain. I cried out. The pain got worse.

"Stop fighting me! You can't stop the link, you can only make it painful."

I took deep breaths and tried to relax. I was only partially successful, but the pain dulled to an ache, and then it popped, I think. Now I could feel his thoughts in my head.



It flowed up my body slowly. It did not have the slimy feel I had expected, but felt much like a soft hand covering my legs, and like a multitude of little hands as it began to caress me everywhere it touched. As theses pleasant feelings increased, my fear subsided and I began to feel aroused. More and more of my body was covered by it. I began to suspect that it was well versed in human females as it bypassed my pussy, leaving it uncovered for a while. My stomach and back joined in the caresses that were enveloping me. It flowed over my breasts and up to my neck and shoulders, down my arms.



As promised, my entire face was covered, but I could still breathe. I followed its advice and tried not to think how. Its touches changes a bit. There were still the myriad of tiny hands, but interspaced among them were dozens of mouths kissing me all over. It was like having a two dozen or more lovers shower me with kisses. One was on my mouth and started to French me(!?). The tongue reached out and played with mine, but was much more limber and longer than a human tongue. Other mouths were licking various parts of my body as well. Instinctively, I responded to the French kiss and entered its mouth. By now, I was into what was going on and was highly aroused.

So far, my breasts and pussy had been ignored, though the responded with a vengeance. My nipples were erect and my cunt was dripping fluids. Moans escaped around its tongue as I wanted more. I began to caress its body with my hands, though the range of movement was limited. As I did, it formed protuberances in my hands that I recognized as penile in shape. The tongue in my mouth also altered shape and became a massive penis shaped organ that filled my mouth. I had no choice and was deep throating it. I had never been able to do that before and realized that my gag reflex was not working. It's penis(?) seemed to reach all the way down my throat. His just turned me on even more.

I tried to think at it, 

It either did not understand me or it ignored me. Millions of hands and mouths sensuously attacked my body, except for my cunt and tits, driving me crazy with arousal. The penis in my mouth thrust itself in and out repeatedly, never tiring or climaxing. The penises in my hands seem to lubricate themselves, making it easier and more sensual as my hands continued to jerk them off.

This seemed to go on forever. I could see nothing and had no frame of reference. It kept my body at a high level of excitement, never getting close enough to orgasm. Then it finally touched my breasts. Little fingers played with my nipples, pinching them lightly. Sparks seemed to shoot through me as I leaped against its mass, writhing under its touch. I found new heights of ecstasy that I had never dreamed could be possible without an orgasm. I had never been part of a gang bang, but imagined it must feel a little like this.

It held me at this new level for who knows how long. My pussy felt empty and was desperate for something, anything to fill it. I thrust it against the air, trying to contact something, but it had yet to envelope that one part of my body. By now, I was incoherent. I tried to beg to be fucked, but my mouth was plugged my a massive cock that seemed to literally touch my tonsils and vocal cords. I wanted to beg, plead, promise anything, but could not.

I did not notice just when it covered my cunt, not until I felt that blessed caress of my pussy lips. I thought I couldn't go any higher, but go I did. The first caresses of my pussy seemed almost tentative and featherlike. Frustratingly insufficient to send me over the edge. It stopped and started again and again, pushing me higher and higher. By the time it formed a cock against my ass, I was beyond caring. It rammed in hard and fast, but without much pain, as it seemed to be well lubricated (I guess I know where all that dripping pussy juice went!). Again and again, my ass was filled and emptied by this massive cock that should have been tearing me in two, or so it felt like.

I was in the zone. It was fucking my mouth, ass, and hands. I was on the edge of cumming, needing only to be taken in my pussy. Before that was to happen, my breasts were pushed together and another cock wedged in between them, thrusting back and forth. Something was playing with my nipples as it held my tits together. 

I was even feeling small amounts of fluid begin to leak from the numerous penises assaulting my body when a massive cock, larger than anything I had ever imagined rammed itself into my pussy. It took very few strokes before I exploded into an orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over my body. My pussy and ass clenched the cocks inside of them and tried to milk them. But it did not stop, it kept fucking me for all it was worth and the first orgasm led to the next. It pulled a third and a forth orgasm out of me when it added a finger(?) rubbing my clit vigorously. Still it continued, relentlessly. It was in the middle of the sixth (or was it the seventh) orgasm when its various cocks erupted, filling my mouth, cunt and ass with fluids that felt much like cum. My hands were covered in the stuff as was my chest. It slowly began to recede its cocks and I could feel cum(?) begin to drip out of my pussy and ass. In my mouth, I had instinctively swallowed as much as possible, but much leaked out onto my face.

It slowly flowed down my body. I felt another pop sensation, I assumed from it breaking the link. My body was covered in fluids, my own and its. I was still suspended by the restraints, unable to move. I was beginning to feel a little sore from the vigorous use I had been subjected to.

"You are truly an incredibly responsive sexual being, slave. I have enjoyed sharing your pleasuring. The fluids I ejected into you will act as nutrients and antibiotics, though they were made to resemble human male ejaculate in taste and consistency. You will find our resistance to disease and poisons to be greatly enhanced for some time. I do have a question. I noticed a sub-dermal implant. What is its purpose?"

"Captain, it is a drug delivery system for two drugs. One is essentially a conception preventative, though it has other functions. The other is a drug that enhances and prolongs sexual arousal in an extreme manner."




Galactic Slave Ch. 05



"Fascinating. I regret not knowing about this feature before. I must negotiate for another encounter with you, under the influence of this drug."

That was all I needed, such an intense sexual experience under Hydromel. I would certainly love it, maybe too much. I could see addiction written all over that one.

"It is my understanding that humans cleanse their bodies after most sexual experiences. You may use the cleaning facilities down the hall for that purpose. Then return to your Master."

Gratefully, I left and went to wash up. I felt and looked like dozens of men had cum all over my body, in every opening I had and even in my hair. It took some time to get fully clean. I had to admit to myself, this was one duty as a slave I would not mind repeating, just not under the effects of Hydromel.

When I returned to the galley, Master was eating. "Sit and eat, slave. The Captain was quite impressed with your responsiveness. It has requested a second encounter with you. I may accommodate it, depending on what it is willing to pay. I do insist that you finish the trade analysis before we arrive, so that will be your priority. You may have guessed, that system is where we are bound. We will be there in three days."

Just then, the FTL drive activated and the Dolman field encompassed the ship. I never get used to the sensation of my body suddenly accelerating in every direction at once for a brief instant, too short to measure. The sensation drives some into a delirium for as long as they are in the field. These poor souls cannot travel between worlds. Prior to the development of the psuedo-dolman generator, every ship required special security to pacify the delirious during the flight. I just get the willies. Once activated, everything in the field was shrunk to a size so small that it could pass through solid matter without touching it. The ability to travel faster than light was a side effect of an attempt to miniaturize matter. He science is beyond me, but it has something to do with changing certain universal constants inside the field (PhDs in quantum physics required for total understanding).

After a bland processed meal, I spent the rest of the day analyzing the trade data for the two planets. I learned that the planets, Calufrax and Manjajanous, were part of a binary system, each orbiting one of the two stars. Discovering sub-space drive technology thirty years ago, they were able to begin serious trade prior to sub-space drives, the trip between the two took from one to two years). Five years ago, each began to accuse the other of fraud. I was suspecting that a third party was cheating both and leaving them to pick up the pieces, though a motive for provoking war between to planets with no FTL capabilities escaped me. By the end of the first day of our trip, I had not narrowed it down.

Analyzing raw data is mentally draining and I had to quit after six hours. I had leads, and Master was pleased with that. As I had feared, my sleeping arrangements were to be positioned on my knees and 'turned off' like I had been at the slave shop. I was going to be stiff in the morning. 



Galactic Slave Ch. 06



Chapter six Punishment

I was right. I was stiff as a board. My knees hurt and I had a kink in my neck. Master was still lying on the bed in the room. "Slave, suck me off."

I turned towards him and saw that he had awoken with his penis erect and glistening with precum. I bent over his reclined form and licked his cock a few tentative times. His precum tasted as good as I remembered from my free days (some orders would be easier to follow as a slave than others). It began to twitch in response to my attentions. Encouraged, I took long swipes at his penis from base to tip, eliciting moans from him as his already erect member got even harder. My saliva glistened on him and I felt myself becoming aroused as well. My pussy was getting wet and my nipples hard. My skin was flushing as my heart rate increased.

I caught his hand beginning to move towards my head out of the corner of my eye and I engulfed hi cock with my mouth. He cried out in pleasure, his hips thrusting up towards my mouth. His tip hit the back of my throat, but I did not gag, not even a little (I later learned that the shop owner had set the collar to neutralize that reflex and Master had never turned that function off). Encouraged by my increased ability to take a man all the way down my throat, I started bobbing up and down vigorously. I would raise up until only his tip was past my lips then slam down until my nose was buried in his pubic hair and his cock was partly down my throat, I wanted to fondle his balls as well, but he had never released my wrists from behind my back.

I could feel him on the verge of cumming when he grabbed my head and pulled my off of him, sitting up while he did so. This caused cum to splatter all over my face and chest. I started to lick up what I could reach when he ordered, "Stop. Don't do anything to clean up just yet. Let it set a little bit first."

Uhhg! That wonderfully warm semen was cooling on my face and tits, congealing on my body. Some of it dripped down my face and onto my legs and the floor. The same thing happened with the last few drops from his cock as he milked it out of hiself. He made me sit there for five minutes as the stuff cooled. Finally he ordered, "Clean up all of it. You are to eat every last drop, no matter where it landed," as he released my hands from their bindings behind me.

With some trepidation, I scooped up the now gelatinous goop and licked it off my fingers. As I feared, it no longer had that wonderful taste that I loved so much. It was a slimy yucky tasting gunk that I wanted to vomit up. It seemed, however, that I could not do so. Just as my gag reflex was gone, so was that reflex that caused me to upchuck nauseous things. After cleaning off my face, breasts and neck, I took his cock back in to clean that off as well. Lastly, I scooped the puddles that had dripped onto the deck and ate them.

While I could chalk up his actions to the usual levels of slave owner cruelty, I did not understand my own reactions. I should have been turned off by the whole gross affair, but I was even more aroused than I had been while I was sucking him off. My pussy was desperate for attention and were so taunt that they were sore. How does so foul an activity arouse me so well? With nothing to lose, I asked him, "Master, would you please give me an orgasm?"

"What do you think we are? Lovers? You are my slave and you exist solely to do my bidding. No I will not get you off. We have more important things to do. Now get up and go clean yourself up."

Dejected, I got up and left the cabin, heading for the shower facilities. Like most space ships, water was at a premium and not used for such extravagances as cleaning (some species don't even have the concept of bathing for cleanliness). It place of water was the usual sonic shower, using ultra-low frequency sound to strip external dirt away from the body.

Still horny as hell, I stepped into the sonic field and felt my arousal grow even more. My already sensitive body was being bombarded by subtle touches repeatedly all over. Desperate, I brought one hand up to my nipples, caressing and pinching them. My other hand dropped between my legs as I plunged two fingers as deep as I could into my pussy. As I fucked myself, the heal of my hand rubber against my clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. As I neared climax, I switched hands so I could rub my breasts with my own juices, maximizing the sensations in my nipples. The pinching, thrusting and rubbing had its desired effect quickly as my orgasm washed over me, drawing a cry out of my lips.

I licked my juices from my fingers, savoring the taste before the sonics washed them away from me as well. Clean and satiated sexually, I returned to the cabin to find that Master was fuming. "Just what the fuck do you think you were doing. I told you to clean yourself up, not to get yourself off!" He knew! But how? "I don't understand. How...?"

"Stupid slut! You collar monitors you physiological condition and reports in any sudden changes. I recognized the affects of arousal and orgasm immediately. Such willful defiance will have to be punished."

Terrified, I dropped to my knees and pleaded with him, "Please Master, don't punish me. I was horny and not thinking straight. It won't happen again, I promise."

"Damn straight it won't happen again. After today you will never even consider defying me in anything again."

He pulled out the collar control while I was still blubbering and pleading with him and began programming it. At first, I didn't notice anything happening. Then my voice cut out. I couldn't talk! Then a spark of arousal flared through my arms that were touching the floor as I had prostrated myself. He had turned the Hydromel back on. The next thing that occurred was that pain flared through me. I jerked upwards and it stopped. What had he done? He must have seen the confusion and informed me, "I have released the Hydromel and set it to run continuously for the next 16 hours. I've also programmed the collar in inflict pain pulses on you if your hands come within six inches of your breasts or crotch. You have already noticed that I have rendered you silent. No one else aboard will no what is happening to you. You will learn to live with sexual frustration. As my slave, you will experience pleasure and release when I say you can, not when you do. Now continue with your regular duties. I want progress on that analysis by dinner. Now go on."

Well, this was not good. Sixteen hours on Hydromel and no ability to experience the orgasms the drug normally led to. Outside, I tentatively move my hand towards my pussy and was jolted with intense pain, so intense that I thought I would pass out. Of course, I couldn't, since the normal function of the collar keeps the slave conscious. I tried to walk in such a way as to minimize the amount of contact with my skin. My only hope for surviving this day was to minimize the levels of arousal I would be experiencing.

I got the virtual room out of storage and set it up in the galley again. While that area saw frequent crew traffic, it was the only area large enough for effective use that was not off limits to me. I had no doubt that I would find the source of the fraud in the planetary shipping contracts, it was just a matter of time and how much my punishment would interfere with my concentration. The arousal I had released in the shower was already beginning to reassert itself as the inevitable contacts between parts of my body occurred.

The motions needed to operate the multi-dimensional database were not helping either. I did not have time to reprogram the room's sensors, so there were times when the motions I needed to do involved contact between my arms and hands. Slowly, the inadvertent touches and the unavoidable ones brought me to a level of desperation. I was hot as hell and desperate for touch on my tits and pussy. My juices were dripping off of my cunt and down my legs. This just heightened the problem, as the slow drips of fluid led to further arousal under the influence of that drug.

In three hours, I was a wreck. I had looked at the same data for the fourth time and realized that I would be unable to go any further without some sort of release. I knew that if I somehow brought myself to orgasm in spite of the limitations, I would just earn more punishment. Anything would be better than this. Bracing myself, I slapped my hands against my breasts and cunt. Pain unimaginable shot through me. I think I collapsed to the floor in agony. For a few blessed seconds I was free of the constantly building arousal in my body, though the price was immense. Finally unable to stand it any more, I pulled away and made a glorious discovery. I wasn't aroused anymore! Apparently the intense pain levels had shut down the sexual excitement and left me sore from the cramps (a result of being in intense pain for almost a minute). 

As I stood up, the first tinges of arousal started again when skin contacted skin. Looking at the clock, I saw that I had been at it for just over three hours. At this rate, I would have to indulge in self inflicted agony four more times, maybe five more, to keep able to work for the rest of the day. It was doable, but I never wanted to be put through something like this again. I had already learned my lesson. I would never go around Master's back again, for anything.

It took another five hours work (and two more blasts of agony to end two more pleasure overloads) to find the source of the fraud. Being unable to give a verbal report, I prepared a data crystal containing the basic information. A data entry operator for a shipping warehouse had been falsifying the time stamps. This allowed the sale or purchase price for certain lots of commodities to be posted at the best price over a one to two hour period, while being reported at the price at the beginning of the discrepancy period. While each such incident garnered only a moderate amount of illicit profit for someone, the sheer number of occurrences spoke of immense profits.

The most curious part was that the price differences were not going to the account of the person changing the time stamps. It was going somewhere else, outside of the system, beyond the ability of this data to identify. All I had was an Orion bank account number. It would take more than I had at my disposal to determine who owned that particular Numbered Orion account. The most worrisome thing was the sheer volume of money involved. There were lesser planetary governments with budgets smaller than this. What was someone doing with all this money? Master was not going to like this at all.

Come to think of it, I had no idea what Master intended to do in this system, or why the fraud was so important to find. Some planets had laws that held slaves of criminals to the same punishment as their masters. I did not want to be sent to the penal colonies on Harvent to mine heavy trans-uranics for the rest of what would be my very short life. Yet, as a slave, I had no right to even ask about his intentions, let alone stop him from committing any crimes. I was in a pickle and someone out there liked sliced pickles on their sandwiches.

I returned to our cabin, where Master was studying something on his data pad. I handed him the data crystal report and waited for further instructions. He put the crystal in the data port, but looked at me and smiled. "You are one smart slave, and savvy as well. Many would not have considered self-inflicted pain to cancel the arousal, let alone have been brave enough to actually do it. I applaud your ingenuity and resourcefulness. I am making one change in your programming. If you decide to continue with this strategy, you will not be able to stop the pain for three full minutes. This is supposed to be a severe punishment. I don't care if its from extreme arousal or prolonged pain, but it will be severe. Now stand still until I say otherwise."

No problem. Standing still was one of the only tools I had to keep sexual excitement from increasing. If I could stand here, unmoving for the next eight hours, I would. Several minutes into his reading the report, he reached over and began to caress my legs. I couldn't help but gasp. If he kept this up for very long, I would be delirious with pleasure within the hour. He was inflicting as much skin contact on me in a few minutes as I had done inadvertently ion an hour. He began to question me about the report, asking for details on how the fraud was accomplished and what clues led me to the discovery. I tried to answer his questions in detail, but the more he ribbed me, the greater the difficulty I had in speaking coherently. More and more, my speech was punctuated by moans, groans and gasps. I eventually reached the point where I could not think or speak straight. I was barely able to stand up, the feelings of lust and arousal were so strong.

"Please, Master. I can't stand it any more. I'm begging you, let me cum."

"I told you before, slave. This is punishment. Now you can stand there and continue to suffer from extreme orgasm denial or you can do the only thing that will stop the pleasure overload. The choice is yours."

Oh God. He had me at unbearable in thirty minutes, when it took 2-3 hours when I was working. I was dripping juices down my legs. My pussy lips were engorged so much that they hurt. I could feel the tautness of my nipples as they sought for anything to touch them. My cunt felt like an empty hole that yearned to be filled. I was breathing in short ragged gasps that left my vision blurry. Anything would be better than this! With a cry of anguish at what I was going to feel, I slapped my hands against my cunt and tits.

Unbelievable pain shot through me, scouring my whole being with unremitting agony. I pulled away almost immediately, but his reprogramming held and the pain continued for an eternity, or so it seemed. It was like my nerve endings were being scraped raw by a scouring pad. The waves of pain swept over me just like the waves of an orgasm, but no where near as pleasurable. I don't remember falling, but When it stopped, I was on the floor, lying in my own shit and piss. It seems I had lost all control of my bodily functions. Blessedly, I was no longer aroused.

"Clean up the mess you've created, slave. I'll be back in fifteen minutes."

I used one of my modest outfits to clean up the mess and transport it to the toilet. Then I ran to the sonic shower, dropping the outfit in the ships cleaning station. I was able to get myself clean and back to the room in just ten minutes. In the hurrying, however, I had begun the arousal process in earnest. I positioned myself to avoid skin contact again and waited.

Master returned shortly, looked over the room and sat down on the bed again. He looked me over and then spoke to me. "I'm harsh with you for your own good, slave. I go to worlds that others will not go to for a variety of reasons. Usually those reasons have to do with the cultures on those worlds. Try to imagine what would happen to you if you brought yourself to orgasm on a world where the female orgasm was considered demonic."

I gasps at the very idea. "What kind of backward low life cultures are we going to? ... Master"

"You had better watch yourself, slave. These are not backward cultures, they are simply different. Yes we tend to think of our culture as the best, but these creatures, living in these 'backward' cultures think that way about their own. A female counterpart of mine was burned alive for just that crime because she was stupid enough to masturbate herself in the world I described. You have to trust me. You life depends on it. I only have three days to train you to follow my orders perfectly and without hesitation or complaint, whether verbal or in body language. Do you understand? Your defiance could cost you your life instead of just several hours of agony." He had apparently released my voice.

"Yes Master. If I may ask Master, why do you go to these worlds? They don't sound like they are even a part of the Federation."

"They're not. How do you think that technologically primitive worlds earn Protected status? The Federation Protectorate Board must be convinced that the worlds have something that is worth protecting. Every low tech world has some cultural quirk that Full members of the Federation find offensive. Don't let yourself be fooled. The Federation, for all the races in it, is not egalitarian. Frankly, as a society, we're bigots. We want other societies to be like us, to get rid of their quirks. My job is to see that those things that are unique in a society are not crushed by the pressure to gain membership. That federation law has to accommodate so many different legal codes is once evidence of my department's success. There were no slavery laws in the original federation. It was my department's work that brought the first slave societies in by finding something about them that was worth forcing the societies to purge themselves of their differences. That female coworker I mentioned. Her failure resulted in the planet she was working on being red zoned. Any vessel leaving the surface of that world will be summarily shot down by orbital defense satellites. I will not let your rebellious attitudes jeopardize my mission."

"Master, I had no idea. I will try to be better at obedience. I don't want to die."

"Slave, dying is not the worst thing that could happen to you. But, I will give you a chance to shorten your punishment. If you will activate the pain sequence again, I will shorten the length of the arousal punishment by one hour for every minute over two minutes that you remain in pain. But, if you do not stay in pain for two minutes, I will let the Captain have you again, under the effects of Hydromel, with instructions to not let you cum for the duration of the punishment. What do you say?"

What a choice. Eight more hours of inescapable erotic agony or the chance to trade a minute of agony for an hour of sexual torture. But try and fail, and the erotic agony would be infinitely worse. While I knew that I could survive the next eight hours, I did not want to go through them. I decided to take a chance and try for ten minutes of pain. "Master, I would like to try to shorten my punishment."

"Very well. Start when ever you're ready."

I braced myself against the wall and the bed, on the floor, took a deep breath and clasped my breasts as tightly as I could. Fire exploded in me, consuming me. I'm pretty sure I screamed, but I don't recall it. I tried to concentrate through the agony on clenching my breasts as hard as I could, so as to not accidentally let go. I had once touched a live power cell for a second. This felt like that pain, but magnified endlessly over and over again. I was oblivious to my surroundings as the pain overwhelmed my senses and became the whole of my existence. I had gone past not being able to take it. I wasn't even sure I could order my hands away from myself if I had tried. It just went on and on, never to end again.

When the pain stopped, it came as a jolt that was almost painful in its own way. I was covered in sweat and my muscles were all cramped.  My throat was raw and I could barely make a sound when I croaked, "H..o..w l..o..n..g"

"Ten full minutes I paralyses your sphincter and bladder muscles so you wouldn't soil the floor again. You need to work the cramps out or they will immobilize you for days." He extended his hand down and pulled my up. I cried out in pain again, as my limbs protested having to work. He put me on the bed and massaged my muscles until the cramps were undone. When the last of the pain ebbed away, I realized that I was not aroused at all. No more Hydromel. "Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to put you to sleep for the rest of the night Choosing the pain showed good instinct, and how you initiated it showed intelligence. We will need both from you in the months to come. Those and a sexual appetite that is second to none."




Galactic Slave Ch. 06



I curled up and blacked out again, wondering what tomorrow would bring.



Galactic Slave Ch. 07



Chapter Seven: Orgy

For the next two days, I spent my time preparing a 'for dummies' version of the evidence I had found. It seemed that the people that needed convincing were not financial experts. It takes skill to make a virtual room presentation easily understood by a layman. I started by preparing two different programs. The first would show the raw data in an easier to understand format. I repackaged the original three dimensional spreadsheet into a normal two dimensional one, the kind that have existed since spreadsheets were first created. There were a lot of linkages between different portions needed with the loss of dimension.

The crucial part here was to make one of the dimensions time, not location. Most people, regardless of species, have an easier time thinking of locations as being separable from one another than points in time being separable (don't get me started on Whovians!). This would allow the viewers to track the activity at each shipment location through time and go back and forth between locations at the same time point

The second program was not a spreadsheet at all. I had the room program a virtual reality simulation (very primitive, no interaction, just viewing) that would display what was actually in each location AND what was reported to be in each location over time. This would give a graphic visual representation of the fraud that even a child could understand. With the virtual reality program backed up by the data sheet, the viewers would be able to track down the culprit themselves, so to speak. Of course, I had already done the work, they would just get the guided tour, so to speak.

At the end of the second day, I took Master through the presentation, sort of a dry run. He put the program through its paces, finding a couple of bugs that I had missed. I ended that day by fixing the bugs, lines of questioning I had not thought of. I was put to sleep again and woke up with the usual stiff muscles the next day.

"Slave, we're going to be coming out of Dolman space in a few hours. You need to be briefed on just who we will be dealing with. Both species have some societal quirks that will impact how we relate to them. Get cleaned up and meet me in the lounge."

"Yes Master."

After letting the sonic shower vibrate the kinks out of my muscles, I joined Master in the lounge (I'm not sure when we started thinking of it as the lounge instead of the galley). He indicated that I should eat, so I did, though the fourth straight day of reconstituted eggs and bacon was getting a little tiring. I was looking forward to getting on planet. I've always had a fondness for trying out alien foods.

After keying up a data hologram, he began, "The first planet is called Halsted, as are the people. As you can see, they look just like the centaurs old earth legends with an extra pair of hands on their equine torsos. Don't be fooled. They are neither horse, nor human, nor a cross between the two. They are an oviparous species, laying eggs and hatching young. While they have evolved out of the limitation of their females going into heat, as it were, females are totally in control of when sex occurs. Since sex between Halsteds always results in fertilization, the incident of sex between them is low.

"The major issue for us will be the male sex drive. It seems that males are aroused primarily female pheromones. So sensitive to these chemicals are they, that they can react to those given off by the females of other species, such as humans. This means that your very presence will excite all the males at the conference, whether we want them to be or not. I suspect that at some point in time, one or more males will proposition you."

"I assume Master, that you wish me to accept such a proposition?"

"Yes, but I'm going to arrange for all the males to be satisfied before the conference itself starts."

"Master, I'm not sure that I can physically handle such a large creature."

"Halsted has had over a century of contact with other species, most of which are physically smaller then they are. They have developed a vast array of 'devices' to assist with their amorous desires. There are two things to be aware of. First, those side hands will grasp you and do most of the thrusting. Don't fight them, those arms are strong enough to snap a quarter inch steel rod. Secondly, do not give them oral sex or swallow their ejaculate. Taken orally, their seminal fluid is poisonous to humans"

"Master, how large are their members?"

"I don't know. I do know that humans have had intercourse with them and lived, so they are not prohibitively large. You will have to deal with it as best you can. Most of the activity with the Halsted will take place before the conference, fortunately. A male is incapable of sexual activity for three days after having sexual release. My plan is for you to satiate all the males before the conference takes place. That will reduce tension and make them more amendable."

"How many are we talking about, Master?"

"There are supposed to be five from each planet at the conference, genders unspecified for the Halsted. You can handle five in one day?"

"I don't know Master. I would have to see what they are like. I may not be very responsive to the later ones, more a cunt to be used."

"That's fine, so long as they all climax."

Keying the hologram crystal again, he changed subjects, "The second planet is called Ixtlicit and the native species is called The Wren'kt."

At the image that came up, I blanched and almost lost my breakfast. It looked like a giant cockroach. Dear god, don't make me have sex with that.

"You need to not have that reaction when you see them for real. They are an insect species. They are still reliant on a breeding queen for reproduction. Our major problem will be that the males of their species are all unintelligent drones. This results in a tendency on their part to view other species' males as dumb. They have had enough contact with the Halsted and other races to realize that I, for example, am sentient. But, they still have deep seated sexual biases. The infertile females that will make up the committee members will repeatedly treat you like you are in charge. If I could have you pose as a moron, I would, but you have to give the report. That means that you must totally immerse yourself into your slavery. Under no circumstances can you show any initiative what so ever. They must be convinced that in spite of your intelligence, you can't survive without me."

"Master, wouldn't it be easier to pretend to be in charge?"

"I actually thought about that. There just isn't time to brief you on the delicacies of the negotiations. Even with the evidence we have, it will take all my skill in diplomacy to bring them to peace, especially given who the criminal is. The Wren'kt will have a hard time believing that an individual of their species will be capable of independent deception of the rest of the hive."

"I see. I have to be honest Master. I don't know how well I can pretend a level of subservience I don't really feel."

"You don't have a choice. One of the stipulations of this effort is that if the treaty fails, the negotiators will all be killed, including us. If you show independence in front of the Wren'kt, you will be signing our death warrant."

He had to be kidding! This was a life or death mission? Our lives and deaths? I acted some in school, but I never had this level of motivation before. At least with the Halsted, I could lose myself in the sex. I wasn't sure I could feign abject submission and dependence towards my Master. Fear took hold of me and did not let me go.

Coming out of a Dolman field is as unsettling as going in. We dropped out of the field and all the atoms in my body felt like they collapsed into a singularity for a split second. A physics major I dated in high school told me that's what actually happened, just not long enough to do any damage. I've always wondered how they were so sure of that. Once back into normal space, the Captain announced that we would be docking at the station in thirty minutes.

It turned out that the conference was taking place on a space station that served as a refueling depot for trade ships between the two planets. We docked in short order and exited the ship with our baggage. Waiting to greet us were a Halsted and a Wren'kt. The bug scuttle forward and extended an antenna towards me saying, "click weeep thrist drentl clock.", which translated as, "Welcome citizen Valenshenko. Make your mission be a success."

I shrunk back, an inborn revolt of bugs taking control. Master stepped forward and touched the antenna, "I am honored by your presence. The willingness of the Wren'kt and the Halsted to have me here is assurance of success."

The Halsted was much less formal, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Valenshenko. I too, foresee a successful round of negotiations. Tell me, is your female companion available for sex?"

"She is not my companion, she is my slave and financial assistant. She will be made available to anyone wishing to use her after the reception tonight. As you can smell, she is sexually ready."

"That she is. I will have difficulty controlling myself until then, but if it must be, it must be."

Humiliation covered me as I was discussed so blatantly. I would never get used to this. I was not a sex object. Yet, I was excited as well. Even I could smell the beginnings of arousal coming from me. God only knew what it was doing to the Halsted. I could see what seemed to be his organ hanging below him. It was huge, probably ten inches long and a full inch around. And that was clearly not fully erect. If he grew like some human men I had been with, I could be dealing with a cock twenty inches long and almost two inches thick. How would I get such a large penis inside me? Even without the warning of poisonous semen, I would never dream of giving head to such a large cock.

As we were shown to our stateroom to prepare for the banquet, we, or perhaps I should say I was an object of interest. The Wren'kt looked at me like they were checking out the opposition. The male Halsted looked at me with lust clearly displayed. The female Halsted seemed to show relief when they saw me. I guess they knew that if I was available, they would have some relief from the advances of their males. Sort of like a harem slave being grateful for the rest she got when the 'new slave' showed up.

In our stateroom, I apologized to master, "I'm very sorry, Master. I could not help but shirk away from the Wren'kt. I have an irrational fear of bugs, and it extends to sentient species. I'll try to control myself better."

"Actually, slave, it might be best if you give in to that fear a little. I noticed when you pulled back, the Wren'kt ambassador ignored you from that point on. You inadvertently convinced it that you were weak and submissive. You will need to avoid panic reactions that could be taken as insults."

"Yes master. I think I can be afraid of them without being terrified, provided they don't try to force themselves on me."

"Good. The reception is in two hours. Pick out an outfit to wear, something that advertises your sexual availability. Once you have it laid out, you are to spend the next 45 minutes masturbating, but do not climax. I want your scent all over the banquet hall, enticing every Halsted male in the station. Do not clean up. I want you in full slut mode, ready and willing to take on anything with a cock."

"Yes master."

I went to the bag containing my clothes. Since my scent was important, I figured I needed something that would keep me aroused without sending me over the edge. There was a bright orange top, totally opaque, with little plastic nubs on the inside. When I tried this on in the store (was it only a few days ago?), the nubs rubbed against my tits, sending shivers of arousal through me. Wearing this for any length of time would have me so horny that I would fuck anything for relief.

To go with it, I selected a green thong that just covered my pussy (I had learned long ago that human color coordination was not alien color coordination). It would be soaked through by the time we had gotten fifty feet from the door, but that was what Master wanted. Now to the pleasant task at hand. I laid back on the couch and started to caress myself. Not wanting to go too fast, I started with my belly and thighs, barely making contact. Little electric shivers promised greater things to come as I touched myself so lightly that it would have tickled if it had been anyone else. Keeping this intentional denial up, I could feel my pussy begin to awaken to the possibility of penetration. My breasts heated up, the nipples firming a little, reaching out for a possible caress of their own.

I teased myself by just fingering the outer areas of my tits, but not moving close to my tips. I could feel a flush coming on, my body heating up in anticipation of wondrous feelings. My pussy was beginning to lube itself up, the aroma of my sex lightly tickling my nose while drops of fluid formed on and dripped off of my lips. That familiar ache in my cunt was growing, an emptiness that only something phallic could satisfy.

Licking my fingers, I began a probing assault on my nipples, tapping and flicking them with moisture. They responded with increased tension and hardness, daring myself to go farther. I took the dare and rubbed them harder, slicking them over with my own spit. As my tits got the attention they deserved, my pussy became jealous, aching for touch and penetration. I made it wait, making sweet love to my breasts, lifting them to my mouth where I could lick and nibble at them, overloading them with sensation.

Once my breasts were a bundle of energized nerve cells, I moved one hand south, teasing my pussy with a brief touch, just long enough to capture some of my own moisture. I licked it off of my fingers, devouring myself, savoring the taste. Again and again I feasted on my own cunt juice, inhaling the aroma deeply. When I could not stand the teasing any more, I started to caress my lower lips, reveling in the waves of pleasure that emanated from them. 

I was still empty, and gave in to my desires, plunging my fingers into myself, thrusting in and out. I was building towards a climax when I remembered that I was not supposed to cum. With a cry of despair, I pulled all the way out and let myself descend. I tasted myself yet again, sucking fluids off my fingers one by one with sensuous motions. Once the incipient orgasm was safely at a distance, I returned to my pussy lips, caressing and petting them again. This time I denied myself penetration and ignored my clit. This caused me to become highly aroused but plateau there, unable to go further without additional stimulation. 

I kept myself there for what seemed like an eternity, until Master called out, "Slave, you have five minutes to get dressed and ready. You've done a great job. I want to fuck you myself, but that will have to wait."

I think this is the first time I have gotten dressed, as it were, right after becoming so aroused, intending to soak my clothes with myself. One of the advantages, as it were, of being a slave with little to wear was it never took long to get dressed. I think I could live without that advantage if I had to. Smelling and looking like a bitch in heat, I followed Master through the station until we reached the banquet room. Storage room was more like it. No matter how you dress it up, a warehouse will always look like a warehouse. We were not the first ones there. Two Wren'kt approached and I moved to behind Master so he cold deal with them.

The larger of the two greeted Master "Ambassador Valenshenko. Welcome. The hive hopes that your trip was a pleasant one. I am Fourth of the Diplomatic Twelve and this is Third of the Financial Eight"

I lost the details of the exchange as I started at the name Third of Financial Eight. According to my data, she was the embezzler. I found myself staring at the creature, trying to see something different that would allow a hive member to act against the hive's interests. Social theory says that it is impossible for a sane hive member to act against the hive and that it is impossible to remain insane and hidden within the hive. With compound eyes, it isn't possible to tell where they are looking, but I got the impression that she was staring back.

There was something I could not put my finger on that seemed odd about Third. I was hoping that Master had noticed it as well. What galled me is that I'm sure that it was something I had encountered before. The itch in the back of my scalp told me it was an unpleasant encounter in the past. But how could I have encountered whatever was different about her if I had never met their species before.

The two bugs moved off, to be replaced by a Halsted couple, male and female. To my surprise, the female did the talking, mostly polite pleasantries and edging around conference business. I think she was trying to get a handle on what our presentation was going to be. She seemed nervous, but not about what she was discussing. Eventually she got to the point she had intended to talk about all along.

"Ambassador, may I be frank with you?"

"Please, do. We will have our fill of evasions and politeness tomorrow."

"I understand that the female with you is a slave."

"Yes she is. A Class Three on the Blanchetian scale"

"A Class Three! I assume she is proficient in the sexual arts?"

"Yes, she has served my needs and the needs of others quite well. She is very responsive and, you might say, eager to please males and females sexually. That she has other useful skills is a pleasant bonus."

It was even more humiliating to have my sexuality discussed so brazenly with a female that it was when just males were involved. I could feel the heat of a full body blush washing over me. It did not help that I was clearly aroused and feeling the need for sexual attention. I was actually looking forward to the night's planned fucking session with more than just trepidation. Having my body confirming their comments is just not fair.

"Citizen Gothrack informed me that you intended to make her available for use to the members of the conference. Is this so?"

"Yes it is. I felt it would help start the conference on a positive note. That the participant's attention will not be split is a side benefit."

"I'm sure it is. A side benefit, that is. I was hoping that she would be available to more than just the conference attendees. Station moral may suffer somewhat if the crew sees that highly placed diplomats get to benefit from their positions unfairly."

I looked up at Master, fear showing on my face. The entire crew? That could be dozens of creatures. How could I possibly screw so many creatures, all so much larger than I was. As far as I knew, I was only going to have one night and I had to present a complex report in some detail afterwards.

Master looked at me, frowning at the expression on my face. I tried to hide it before anyone else noticed. His eyes told me that I was in trouble, that there would be punishment of some sort when he had the time to spare.

"Unfortunately, I have need of my slave in her other capacities tomorrow and during the rest of the conference. Having her serve the entire crew would be a prohibitive use of her time. I could allow a few crew members access. Perhaps you could set up a lottery of sorts, allowing perhaps three members of the crew to join in the 'festivities' tonight?"

"I see. That is a reasonable compromise. She can handle seven males in one night?"

"I see no difficulty in that. She is quite good."

No difficulty. Maybe not for him. He wasn't doing the fucking. Seven massive cocks in my cunt in rapid succession, each one cumming, perhaps for the first time in weeks. I was going to be sore and grossly stretched for days.




Galactic Slave Ch. 07



"Oh, one more thing you should know. A recent development has solved our semen toxicity problem. Have your slave drink this at least an hour before initiating sexual contact and male semen will no longer be poisonous to her. Several males have expressed interest in experiencing oral sex for the first time. We are, of course, unable to accommodate such an activity ourselves on purely mechanical grounds. She is capable of oral satisfaction?" She handed Master a flask of green liquid.

"Yes, she is quite capable. There may be some accommodation issues. The human mouth has a somewhat limited ability to expand in size."

"I'm sure that they will figure something out. That you for your willingness to share what you have with those less fortunate."

"Thank you for the chance to serve."

Turning to me, master whispered, "You have got to learn to control your expressions. You are supposed to be a Class Three slave. That means you enjoy being a slave and look forward to expanding your ability to make your Master happy. I'm afraid you're going to have to figure some way to orally please one or more Halsted tonight. Short of implying the base commander is a liar, I could not refuse.

"I'm sorry Master. I'll try harder to control myself. I'm not as worried about the oral sex thing. Oral sex does not have to involve penetration. My tongue and hands will get a workout is all. In fact, I'm more worried about the intercourse. Penetration is mandatory for that, and I'm not sure I can accommodate them. I just hope the anti-toxin is palpable. So many medicines have such a foul taste."

He actually laughed out loud. "You are a bundle of surprises, slave. Of all the things to worry about. What the medicine that will save your life will taste like. Would that all our worries were so small a thing." Turning serious, he whispered, "I'm not at all sure how we can survive accusing a delegate of what amounts to treason in their society."

"Master, I don't know if it's important, but there is something familiar about Third. I know that seems impossible, given that I've never met the species before. In fact, I can pick her out from the other Wren'kt. It's something about the way she acts. But I can't put my finger on it."

"Keep trying. I trust your instincts. If something seems familiar to you, it's because it is. It can't be the species, so it must be something external that is having an impact on her that you've seen elsewhere. Keep watching her while we're at the reception. To keep you from arousing suspicion, I'm going to 'punish' you for your earlier show of fear."

I didn't have to wait long to see what he meant. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to a corner that just happened to have a clear view of the entire room. He set my bracelets and anklets at maximum repulsion from each other, forcing me spread eagle while standing. All the while, he was berating me for displeasing him, loud enough to draw attention to us. He set the collar to deliver shocks that jerked my body at regular intervals. While it looked quite painful, it was more like a constant ache being repeated over and over. Not pleasant, but bearable, especially given what I had been subjected to in the past. Then he turned my voice off and left me there, mingling with the delegates and officers of the station.

It was a great way to watch someone and have no one think about it. I had become like a piece of furniture. Everyone saw me there, but no one though twice about me being there. Watching Third of Financial Eight was a fascinating experience. She seemed to initiate no interactions with anyone else, not even her hive sisters. When I compared her visually to the other Wren'kt, it was apparent that there was no physical difference, other that the body paint they used to indicate positions. The reason I could pick her out from the others was the way she moved. I tried to place what it was, but failed until I kind of gave up and let my mind wander. Ten minutes of free association later, I had it. She was under the influence of a Voratex crystal! 

Those horrible mind control devices affected the victim by making them incapable of resisting orders give through the matching crystal. Organic in nature, it grew into the host body and rendered them worse than a slave. Slaves can refuse and take their punishment. Crystal thralls had no choices. They had the side effect of causing minute interruptions in the voluntary nerve impulses in the thrall, resulting in tell tale movement stutters. Hard to detect, but impossible to confuse with anything else once you've seen them. I had to tell master! But he had left me incapable of passing knowledge onto him at this point. I would just have to wait.

A few hours later, when the constantly repeated aches were becoming quite painful, a Halsted approached with the flask of anti-toxin. Holding it up to my mouth, he said, "Your Master ordered that you drink this. Sex will begin in an hour."

I obeyed, tasting something not pleasant, but not foul. Imagine Lime Jell-O (yes we still have Jell-O in the 45th century), slightly salty in taste, not fully set. It was a full pint of liquid. It seemed to coat my mouth and throat as it went down. I wondered if it worked by simply preventing their semen from being absorbed by my digestive system. I didn't really care, as long as it worked. Every guy that wanted oral sex was one less monster cock stretching my pussy too much. 

The reception had broken up for the most part. Master had left me here, continuing the pretense of punishment, I guess. Frankly, it was beginning to feel like punishment. I was beginning to feel anxious for some actual sex to start.

I guess it was an hour or so later when a group of seven Halsted males approached, one holding the control device. He slowly punched some buttons and I was released from my bondage one limb at a time. Thankfully, they also had been told how to turn off the shocks. My voice stayed turned off. It was unclear whether Master failed to tell them how or if they preferred me quiet.

"Female. We have been told that you have agreed to service all seven of us tonight?"

Agreed my ass. To them, I simply nodded. 

"Come with us, we have a room ready."

The room they led me to was remarkably spartan. I guess I should not have been surprised. Halsted were not designed for using beds as I thought of them. I suspected sex for them was always standing. The only article of 'furniture' was a contraption straight out of some horror vid. A roughly man shaped leather thing was held off the ground by cables. It seemed to be able to swing back and forth. At the 'hands and feet' of the leather array, were straps, clearly designed to bind limbs and keep them from moving. There was another across the torso of the man shaped harness, for the lack of a better term.

"This is your sex bed," one of the males said. "You need to be strapped in. If you fall off, we could accidentally step on you, causing great pain."

"No, really?" I thought to myself. I tried to make motions indicating that I didn't understand how it would work. I must have done okay, as one answered me.

"Once you are strapped in, we will penetrate you and swing you back and forth. It simulates our female's actions during sex. Sex is a vigorous activity for Halsted. Do you like vigor?"

I nodded, though I had the feeling that I had said yes to something I didn't really understand.

Another one came forward. "You do mouth sex?"

I nodded vigorously, smiling broadly.

"Show us."

Thus the orgy began. I think I surprised them by turning away from their harness and crawling underneath the one that asked about oral sex. Closer now, I could see that their cocks were covered with a fine layer of fur, or hair. I touched it gently and was rewarded by a sudden hardening. I thought it strange that they had been talking about sex for several minutes and not one of them was erect, but they were alien. I rubber him with both hands and heard him groan, at least I assume it was a groan. Very high pitched. I was a little relieved to see that while he got rigid, there was no increase in size. I bent my head up and began licking at him. This seemed to stimulate some fluid production along his length. It had a smell similar to a bordeux. As I swiped my tongue across his penis with more speed, there was a lot of fluid. It was going to be messy down here. 

He began thrusting his body. I adjusted my technique by keeping still and letting him move across my tongue. I varied the position a little so as to reach more of his cock in the long run. I also wrapped my hands around his pole, letting him use my hands to masturbate himself. My hands and face were covered in fluid (which tasted quite sweet actually), making it hard to stay in contact. This was not going to work.

I let go and tried to roll out from under him and was grabbed by his side hands. I pointed vigorously at the sling device and he seemed to understand. He picked me up and set me in the sling. I felt my feet and torso being strapped in, trapping me for their use (they had figured out that my hands were an integral part of oral sex). Once in place, I was able to return to his cock. With him now swinging me and himself, my tongue and hands caressed his entire length. This was actually easier than going down on a human, since I had little actual work to do.

After some time (I'm not sure how long exactly), his cock began to shudder a bit. I thought he was getting close to orgasm, but instead, he grew longer, almost doubling in length. To reach more of his now expanded cock, I moved my hands in reverse to how he was swinging me, allowing me to stroke him from tip to balls (they had four in two sacks). I went out on a limb and placed my whole mouth over a portion of his cock. This seemed to really get his attention. His high pitched whining groan increased in volume and his swinging and thrusting became faster.

That's when the tip of his cock grew, expanding to perhaps twice its original diameter. He stopped swinging me and I could feel him clench up. I kept up my own ministrations and he erupted, spewing massive amounts of bluish colored semen across my belly and breasts. It was incredibly viscous and stuck to were it landed. There must have been a dozen or so pulses from his cock. I kept milking it, trying to get as much as possible out. The aroma of their cum was heady, almost intoxicating. I hoped it tasted as good as it smelled.

When he let me go, I also let go of his cock, the tip having shrunk to normal and the whole length going back down. I ran my hands through the cum that I was covered with, bringing up a finger full to taste. I swear it tasted and felt like vanilla pudding. I could get used to this. I started eating away, savoring the taste. I was halfway through when I noticed them staring at me, their mouths hanging open (a near universal sign of surprise). I rubbed my tummy and made a "Mmmmm" noise to show I loved it.

The one I had satisfied, came up and began to feed me his own cum. I felt like a princess being served by naked hunks for a few minutes. I think I could do this forever. The next one, however, wanted more traditional sex. He forced my hands into the cuffs and locked them on me. He started by rubbing his penis across my pussy lips, wetting himself with the juices from my pussy that had begun to flow again (I lost track of just when my thong had been taken off) as the top I was still wearing stimulated my tits, keeping me aroused. I could feel his cock harden as it was stimulated. 

He kept this up until he had reached maximum hardness and then, with no tenderness, plunged his cock into my pussy. Thrusting and swinging simultaneously, my pussy lips were stretched wide, just below the painful level. My clit was rubbing constantly against his underside. If his penile fluids had not been splashing across my crotch in copious quantities, I think it might have been rubbed raw. As it was, I was quickly being thrust to an orgasm. Faster and faster he thrust. I went over the top, shuddering in a climax. If I had not been strapped down, I think I would have fallen. My climax tried to subside, but he kept up the brutal fucking, forcing me into a second and third orgasm in rapid succession. 

I was moving towards my fourth climax when I felt him lengthen inside me. I though I could feel his tip actually hitting the far side of my womb at the end of each thrust. What had been extreme pleasure was turning into pain. I was shocked to discover that the pain was driving me towards another climax. Just before it hit, he stopped. Moaning in frustration, I tried to move, but was held firmly. I clenched my pussy, trying for just enough sensation to go over the top. I could feel his tip grow. I realized that he was trapped. His tip was so large that he could not pull out if he had wanted to. Unable to move, desperate for release and wanting him to cum, I clenched and unclenched my pussy as fast as I could. Minutes later, I felt him erupt inside of me. The feeling of sticky warmth filling me sent me over the top for a fourth orgasm. I shuddered and moaned. I wanted to rub my clit, but was trapped, totally at the mercy of these men. It felt oddly erotic to be so trapped and helpless, dependant on my sex partner for any satisfaction I was going to get.

As he shrunk and pulled out, I felt my hands being released. Figuring I was going to go oral again, I looked up and saw two Halsted, one at either end. They grasped me and seem to be practicing a cooperative swinging motion. "Oh my," I thought, "I'm gong to be double teamed." They made no attempt to clean any fluids from me. It seems that sloppy seconds is not a problem for these two, possibly not for the entire species. Both their cocks came within reach and I used a hand on each, prompting a quick hardening of their cocks. I wondered what would happen if one wanted to freeze while the other wanted to keep moving. I was sure they would cross that bridge if they came to it.

I began to apply my mouth to the cock near my head as the other slammed into my pussy. Grasping the slick cock hanging over me, I covered him with my mouth and hands, getting into the motion of the thrusts and swinging. Their coordination was good enough I began to suspect that they had done this before. Again, my clit was receiving constant stimulation and I was racing towards another climax. I tried to concentrate on the cock in my mouth and hands, wanting to give him the best I could, but when my fifth orgasm hit, I lost track of what I was doing and my teeth brushed against his penis. A high pitched wail rang out and his cock shot to its enhanced length, throbbing in my grasp. 

The thrusts and swings continued. It occurred to me that he actually enjoyed the scrape of my teeth. I lightly set them on him again and he wailed again. A pair of hands let go and his tip swelled up. Since I was still being swung by the other, I continued to stimulate his cock, provoking his orgasm again, just as my own sixth (I think) hit me. Globs of cum splattered against my belly and chest, some falling on my face. He seemed to give more than the first guy, some of it rolling off of me onto the floor.

Spent, he pulled away, but was replaced by another. As this one became hard, I went into yet another orgasm, barely conscious of the cock in my pussy growing and its tip expanding. He stopped swinging me, but the new guy at my head kept the motion up, slamming that engorged tip painfully against the walls of my pussy at both ends. My hands and mouth were at work again, devouring the cock swinging past my head and arms. The owner of the cock in my pussy wailed each time his tip crashed into my pussy lips, unable to escape its self made trap. The pain seemed to prolong his pleasure/agony, allowing me to reach another climax by the time he blow his load into my pussy. I was so full down there, that it was leaking out around his cock.

That orgasm set my teeth into this current cock, setting the new guy at my head into high gear, growing and expanding. I must have bit down hard, as I tasted something slightly salty (blood?) just before he too came all over me. By now there was no part of my body, except my back, that was not slick with fluids of some kind. I could feel stuff dripping down my face, my belly and the crack of my ass. I had honestly lost track of where I was in the numbers game, but knew it had to be less that seven as my arms were strapped down again.

Another cock was rubbing against my pussy lips, getting wet and hard. When he went to thrust into me, I felt his tip against my ass! "NO!" I screamed silently, unable to stop the brutal assault on my ass that was coming. He slowly pressed against my bung hole, relentless pressure forcing me open against my will. His natural fluids helped somewhat, but there was no easing the pain of having something so large put into an opening so small. Once he was all the way in, he began to thrust against me, but not to swing me.

There was not as much speed in his fucking, like he knew how to avoid serious injury. Slow steady thrusts, taking his cock in and out, from tip to ball sack. It hurt and I could not stop it. In spite of that, my clit was still rubbing against his underside, sending me a confusing mix of pleasure and pain. The two sensations warred in me, holding my climax off for a frustratingly long time. I was panting heavily, desperate for some change that would send me over the top. It was not to come. I hovered on that fine razor's edge between pre and post orgasm.

Then I felt him start to grow in length. My God! I could not imagine being this full. His tip was hitting something solid deep in me at the end of each stroke. Still, he thrust slow and steady, never changing his pace. It took quite a while for the end to come, when it did I thought I was going to die. Pain erupted in my bowels as his tip expanded in size, stretching the walls of my ass mercilessly. I screamed silently, unable to stand the pain. In my unheard screaming, I push against him. I had to get him out before it killed me I thought. That was enough to send him over the top, spewing an immense volume of cum deep in my bowels. It felt like an enema I had had once, only more volume. Blessedly, he began to shrink, easing the pain. With the pain subsiding, my long delayed orgasm hit me. I lay there and shuddered incoherently. 

I lost track of just what was happening. I was vaguely aware of cum dripping out of my ass and another cock penetrating my pussy, the thrusts and swinging resuming. I have no idea if I climaxed anymore, so oblivious was I to my surroundings. The next clear memory I have is that of Master, standing over me. I was still strapped to the swing. 

"Susan. I'm sorry. If I had had any idea that one of them would sodomize you I would have told them no. the collar indicates that no damage was done, at least not permanently. I am very proud of you. By all accounts, you were an aggressive and responsive sex toy. I have had offers for your use by numerous Halsted as the tale of your prowess spreads. I have turned them all down. The conference starts in nine hours. Let's get you to the room. You need rest."

I found I could speak again. "Master. Third, she has a Voratex crystal. Someone is controlling her, someone from the Federation."

"That is what I feared, that an interloper from the Federation was causing trouble. There must be something vital here for them to risk being sentenced to lobotomized slavery. This will make accusing her easier, but may make enticing them with Federation protectorate status harder. Oh well, That's for tomorrow."

He unstrapped me and carried me to our room. He seemed unfazed by the mess he as getting on himself. The shower on the station actually used water for cleaning (what a waste of a precious resource!). The warmth was just what I needed, however, to ease the pains I had from the hard use. Showering in water with Master would have been erotic if I had not been so tired. After drying me off, he put me to bed.




Galactic Slave Ch. 07



As he moved away, I called out, "Master?"

"Yes Susan?"

"Thank you for my name."

"You earned it. Get rest. You have the bulk of the work to do tomorrow."

He let me fall asleep naturally for once. It took less than sixty seconds. Tomorrow would be a different day with its own problems. It seems I was to live in interesting times. Curse or blessing? I wasn't sure yet. 



Galactic Slave Ch. 08



Just a heads up to my readers. This chapter is primarily devoted to advancing the greater plot of the story and contains no sex acts. The only references to sex are in Susan's and Master's attempts to keep her from experiencing arousal. If you're into this series just for the hot sex scenes, you can skip this one and miss nothing.

Chapter eight

Traitor

I woke up early, needing to really go. I barely made it to the facilities where I voided a liquidy mass colored blue and green. It sees my supposition was correct, The anti-toxin to Halsted seminal fluids was merely a coating that prevented absorption. Whatever works, I suppose. It was the best tasting cum I had ever had.

I had time while sitting there to come to terms with the last few days. I knew I was a slave and Master never let me forget that, from his insistence that I remain naked unless there was a need for clothing to his willingness to punish me quite harshly. Yet, I found myself respected. Master did not see me purely as an object, I think. This was, in my opinion, one of the failings of legalized slavery. Slaves are sentient beings, deserving of respect. Yet many slave owners treated their slaves like things, usually less well than they treated their vehicles or data pads.

Case in point. Until last night, I was always simply 'slave', yet there was no malice or disrespect in the term. It was simply what I was. Collin called me the same thing when he took me as a slave, yet from him, the word was derogatory, a put down of the highest order. Master also genuinely cared about my welfare. My day of punishment, as he explained, was to instill in me the importance of obedience. He would not always have the time or luxury of explaining why, and the unexplained why could be a life or death thing. Yesterday he was truly upset at the sodomy I suffered last night. It was not the anger that a possession had been damaged, by the distress that someone important to him had been injured.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not attributing anything like love for me to him, but he does respect me as a human being. I'm about as much his subordinate as one person can be to another, but I am still a person in his eyes and he respects me. I still want my freedom and if he should ever make the mistake of taking me home, I will invoke the law and declare myself free. Until then, I can respect him and support his mission. I'm not sure I understand yet, why it's so important to him, but I respect him enough to trust his judgment until I do understand.

Once the fluid mass had been expelled, I returned to our shared room. He was still sleeping, though I saw that the conference was just two hours away. He would be up shortly. I took the opportunity to indulge to two of us in one of my passions, alien foods. Looking through the shelves in the kitchen area, I fixed us what could be called an omelet. I used some large eggs with green shells, some vegetables from both Halstred and Ixtlicit and a meat of some sort from Ixtlicit. It had a tangy taste that required very little additional spicing. The local vegetables were extremely favorable, seeming to have spices within them. Tasting the finished product was heaven. 

My "Mmmmm" was interrupted by a voice behind me, "So you are also a cook. It seems Susan, I found just the right slave."

"Thank you Master. Would you care to try it yourself?"

"Go ahead and serve up."

He seemed to enjoy my little concoction. While we were eating, I decided to broach a delicate subject. "Master, may I make a request?"

"Yes you may Susan."

"Would you take my name away from me again?"

He stopped, fork halfway to his mouth. "That's a very unusual request. Most slaves find the lack of a name extremely humiliating. Why are you asking for something that normally considered a punishment?"

"Please don't take this wrong. You are a wonderful Master who has always treated me with respect, albeit harshly at times. I've seen infinity worse in slave owners. But I still dislike being a slave. I want to be free and will actively pursue it when I can do so without betraying you. When I achieve freedom, I will go back to being Susan Melnin again. As a free person, I will not want to continue using the name I had as a slave."

He set his fork down, laughing uproariously. "You are an uppity little slave, aren't you? Well, one of the things I wanted from you was an independent mind, willing and able to speak the truth. I'm not going to take away your name, but I will change it. And I have the perfect name for you. From this moment forward, your name shall be... 'Slave'. Does that suit your sensibilities better?"

I could only smile. It seems Master had a sense of humor. "Yes, Master, I think I can live as Slave."

"You do realize that you will never regain your freedom."

"It may be unlikely Master, but the hope for it is what enables me to keep going. I think if I truly believed that I would live the rest of my days as a slave, I would take my own life. You are a good Master, but I am still your slave and you will feel no compunction about demanding things of me that I detest, if it helps your mission or simply pleases you. I will obey you, because I can think of slavery as being my job for the current time. But please don't take my hope from me."

"I can understand that. The human spirit thrives on hope, Slave, so I would never dream of taking it away from you. It is my hope that you will come to see me as more than your owner. But that is for another day. The conference starts in an hour. Neither species has any form of nudity taboo, so you'll present in your usual lack of attire. Spend the next 30 minutes putting together a presentation on Voratex crystals. We need everything to go as smoothly as possible."

"Yes Master."

Information on Voratex crystals is sketchy at best and I did not have access to a major Federation database. I compiled what I could remember of them along with what little was in the memory banks of my virtual room. With luck, the delegates should have enough to realize how dangerous a situation we were dealing with. Fortunately, I did have a video of a Spidex and a human under the influence of a crystal. I could illustrate the motor function impairment that always accompanied implantation. If Third's sisters could see the effects themselves, it would go a long way towards convincing them.

Thirty minutes later, Master was leading me towards the conference room(formerly the banquet room). I had a thought as we were talking and asked, "Master, will my presenting the report in a confident manner cause problems with the Wren'kt and their sexism?"

"It might. I'm hoping that we've established you subservience to me sufficiently by now."

"It occurred to me that if you were to order me to present the report over visible nervousness on my part, they would attribute my confidence as following orders instead of being a capable leader."

"You don't mind being made to look timid before such an important report?"

"I do, but I mind Voratex crystals even more. I'm a slave, but I still have free will. I can choose to defy you and suffer the consequences. Third has had her free will stripped. If she's unlucky, she will fall into the 25% whose personalities are irrevocably wiped out by the crystal. If the people opposing your mission are using Voratex crystals, I tend to believe that your mission is right, or at least more in the right than those opposed to it. Plus, every member of the Halsted delegation had used me sexually while I was strapped into a harness. I suspect that I can't be any more humiliated in front of them."

As we walked towards the conference room, something strange began to happen. I was becoming extremely aroused, even though there was no stimulation happening that would cause it. The last time this had happened while simply walking, Collin had had the Hydromel running constantly.

"Master, have you activated the Hydromel dispenser?"

"No, Slave." He noticed my condition, "What is happening to you?"

"I don't know Master. The closer we get to the conference room, the more aroused I get. At this rate, I will be climaxing when we get there. I don't think I can present anything coherently in the throes of an orgasm."

"No one could." He was checking the control pad for my collar, seeing if any of the functions had become inadvertently activated. "Nothing seems to have been activated, yet you are definitely becoming aroused. Wait a minute! There's an outside signal being picked up by your collar. It seems to be directly stimulating your erogenous zone nerve endings. And it seems to be coming directly from the conference room. I can't override it because it is not interacting with the collar directly, just being detected by it."

"Does the collar still work properly?"

"Yes, I can perform any normal function. I just can't stop the incoming signals."

"Can you give me pain?"

"Yes... Why?"

"You know the phrase, 'Sorry, not tonight I have a headache'."

"Yes, a classic excuse for no sex."

"For me it can be very true. Headaches kill any arousal I may be feeling. If I had a bad enough headache, I could be receiving direct clitoral stimulation and not be aroused in the slightest. I hesitate to ask because I suspect that the intensity of arousal once we get to the room will require a near migraine to overcome."

"But, this is clearly the work of our unknown adversary. I'm afraid that you're going to have to suffer with a severe headache for the duration of the conference Slave."

"Yes, Master. Hit me with... arrrg!" I staggered against the wall, my head feeling like it was going to split. I tried to gather my thoughts, pushing past the pain, using techniques I have used in the past. The only good thing is that my arousal was a thing of the past, shoved out of me by the pain. It took a few minutes, but I was able to clear my vision and move slowly without my vision going all fireworks on me. Master was not taking any chances and gave me a full blown migraine, albeit a mild one as migraines go. I could function, just barely. "Oh Gods, Master. I'd forgotten how much these hurt. I'm not going to have any trouble acting meek and submissive. How long is the conference going to last?"

"It depends on us. The clearer the case we present, the easier it will be to convince the delegates of the truth."

"So I'm in control of how much pain I have to suffer through?"

"That's about it."

"I never thought I'd be glad for that punishment back on the freighter, but after that, this pain is doable. Let's get it over with."

Master had to lead me by the hand, as walking quickly sent bursts of light exploding in my vision. I so wanted to just lie down in a dark room and keep them shut, but that was impossible. In the room, there were three tables in a rough triangle formation, one for each faction, including ours as negotiators. The center had another small table, just the right size for my data crystals and virtual room. We sat down, the last to arrive, and there were several opening speeches, allowing me to husband my endurance, sitting silently with my eyes closed (another inadvertent evidence of my subordinate position).

After the diplomatic bull shit was over, Master introduced my report. "Assembled delegates. My slave has investigated the financial information you provided and has made several discoveries that impact these negotiations directly. These discoveries were of such a surprising nature, that I have instructed my slave to guide you through the discovery process so that you can see for yourselves just how serious the information is, and its validity, in spite of any desires we might all have to reject the data." Turning to me, he ordered, with a harshness that even I could not tell was feigned, "Slave, present the report. In the interests of time, answer all questions put to you by any delegate without consulting with me first."

I stood slowly, gathering my materials and walked over to the central table with a meek, "Yes Master." Once there, I inserted the first data crystal into the room and activated the projection. Virtual spreadsheets appeared in the air, aligning themselves to my position. "As I proceed, please feel free to enter the virtual room and examine the data for yourselves." A Halsted and a Wren'kt entered right away. I assumed they were the financial experts for each side. While I addressed the delegates in general, my comments were given in terms that they could understand professionally, trusting their ability to explain the results to their comrades (I had planned pauses into the presentation for just that purpose).

I started by explaining my rational for not using a frame of reference, to the great interest of the financial experts, showing how some of the data vanished in the frame. That done, I walked them step by step through the analysis. I was grateful that both experts were competent enough to be able to begin to spot the discrepancies themselves. We worked our way through 127 separate time stamp discrepancies, detailing the effects on the prices of various cargos. Individually, none of them were enough to set off alarms, but together they represented a full 2% of the two planet's gross planetary product (GPP).

When I indicated that I had prepared holographic interfaces modeling the discrepancies visually, it was pointed out that we had been going for seven hours, and a break for eating needed to be called. As I stopped thinking about the presentation, my state hit me full force. I cringed visibly from the severe pain in my head and I realized that I was covered in sweat. It had taken physical effort to ignore the pain enough to make a competent presentation (a skill I had learned in a year stationed on Malfease). I staggered to our table and sat down, my vision whiting out in the pain.

Then everything changed. The pain shut off, like a switch and arousal hit me hard and fast. I cried out in shock at the change, segueing to uncontrollable moans as I climbed rapidly towards climax. I was oblivious to my surroundings, lost in a tidal wave of pleasure, as it swept over my with unrelenting persistence. Orgasm hit me in a matter of minutes, an orgasm that seemed to never end. My body shock and quivered, waves of ecstasy rolling over me again and again until the pain, even greater than before hit me like a sledgehammer. I recall screaming in pain, clutching my head as I collapsed to the floor.

Slowly, the pain seemed to diminish. I could feel both low level arousal and barely less than severe head pain. Master's voice called through the sensations. "Slave, are you okay?"

"Master. It hurts. What happened?"

"I was giving you a break from the pain and you entered a constant state of orgasm that was literally killing you. I had to reassert maximum pain to break the overload of pleasure. How is your pleasure level?"

"I feel like I've been fantasizing about hot sex for several hours, but without physically acting on it. It is slowly building, however." I noticed as I spoke that I was covered in sweat and vaginal fluids. The room smelled strongly of sex. I really needed a shower.

"I'll leave you at this level during the break. But you're going to have to return to your headache when we resume. Growing arousal is not conducive to a solid presentation."

"Master, will we finish today?"

"I doubt it. With luck, however, most of your participation will be over today. Then it's up to my skills as a negotiator."

"I don't know how long I can function under a low level migraine. I've never tried to go a full workday before, let alone as long as we're going."

"You don't have a choice, really. Convincing them about the Voratex crystal is actually more important than the financial report. They have to believe that it is possible for a hive creature to betray the hive. Without that, nothing we say will be believed, no matter how good our evidence."

"I understand Master." Well, he did promise me that many of my duties would be unpleasant.

Our food was delivered and we ate well. I was in enough pain and arousal together that I was unable to enjoy what I'm sure was a fabulous example of Halsted cooking. By the time the meal break was finished, I was feeling desperate for sexual contact. Pussy fluids flowed liberally and my nipples were taut. The empty feeling in my cunt was almost unbearable and I was so flushed that I looked like I had a sunburn. I cringed as I saw Master pick up the control and the pain shot up. I moaned in agony and loss as the arousal left me and the low level migraine returned. I felt exhausted from fighting the pain and was running on sheer will power. The delegates returned and the conference resumed.

Reactivating the Virtual room, I walked the delegates through the virtual tour, demonstrating how the records at each location showed cargo either present when it wasn't or absent when it was there and how that affected the sale or purchase price of the cargo. I found it interesting that the financial experts nodded knowingly, as if such a type of fraud was well known to them (I discovered later that they had something called futures trading that included something called selling short, selling something you didn't have in the future at a price you hoped to be able to buy lower than before the sale commitment--- don't ask, it sounds like bad gambling to me).

I had them up to the point were the culprit was going to be exposed, but I needed to prepare them. The Wren'kt would never believe at this point that one of their own could betray them and the Halsted would never believe that a Wren'kt could act that independently. Time for the Voratex crystal presentation.

"Gentle beings. We need to digress from the financial aspect of our report to explain how this activity can be happening without the knowledge of either of your governments. I call your attention to the hologram I have on display. This is a Voratex crystal. If you'll notice, the crystal has two distinct parts. When whole, the crystals are totally harmless. However," I changed the picture, "when separated like so, they have the ability to maintain a virtual contact over interstellar distances. It is theorized that the crystals are actually alive and exist in part in a non-Euclidean space where distance does not exist as we understand it.

"What makes these crystals extremely dangerous, is the effects that they have if the smaller half is implanted into a living being. It blends with the nervous system of the poor creature, taking over the autonomic functions. This alone is not dangerous, as it is actually better than our own natural controls. But, the creature that has the larger crystal implanted in it can receive sensory data from the smaller AND control the voluntary nervous system of the other creature. In effect, the smaller crystal makes its bearer the total slave of the bearer of the larger crystal. It has no choice what so ever in these commands. In many cases, it does not even remember them, or at least attributes them to its own decisions. The creature can even be ordered to kill itself and it will follow such a command without fail."

By this time, I had to stop, the delegates were clamoring with questions.

"Is there any way to free the poor creature from the crystal?"

"Is this some kind of joke? Robot slaves from a piece of rock?"

"Is it possible to identify someone who has been implanted?"

"Are you saying that someone from your Federation has enslaved members of our races?"

As the questions barraged me, I noticed that I was becoming aroused again. Whatever was happening was getting stronger. And it was happening fast. My pain was actually being erased by the extreme levels of arousal. If the pain didn't go up, I would start to climax soon. I had to do something.

"Delegates!" I yelled. "Please! Control yourselves. I will answer all your questions one at a time." They slowly quieted. Turning to Master, hoping he would understand my double speak, I asked, "Master, all the excitement has given me a bad headache. Could you please adjust the levels of my pain sensitivity"




Galactic Slave Ch. 08



"Did it just start?"

"Yes Master."

I as unsure whether to be happy or sad as the pain in my head got worse, much worse. I could barely see straight and I had to exert extreme effort to avoid groaning in pain. I turned back to the delegates. "No, this is not a joke. Please don't confuse the crystals with ordinary rock. They are alive. This hologram shows the budding process of their reproduction at high speed. The actual process takes several weeks, earth time. It is sometimes possible to free a creature from the crystal. It is a function of species and time. Your two species are new enough that no data exists as to whether one of you can be freed. Like most societies, the Federation has its criminal elements. The Wren'kt should feel blessed that they are unfamiliar with such problems." A salve to their egos seemed appropriate at this point, as we were about to point the finger at one of their own. "As for identifying a controlled creature, that can be done. Recall that I indicated that the crystal takes over the autonomic nervous system, running it better than before. This has a side effect. The creature is subject to what appear to be nervous ticks, or involuntary muscle responses as autonomic control bleeds over to the voluntary system. Observe these two comparisons. The first is two humans. The top one is unaffected by a crystal and the lower one is affected. Notice these differences in the movements associated with walking and speaking." 

I highlighted the hiccups in the gait and mouth gestures. They were studying intensely, as I hoped they would. "These specific spasms are universal. Scientists believe that some involuntary impulses in the crystals themselves is manifesting itself in a predictable manner. Now, look at these two Spidex. One is affected by a crystal and one is not. Can you spot the spasms that identify the enslaved insectoid?"

This was the coup de grace of my presentation. Convincing them that they could diagnose the problem. It was possible, but I purposely selected a Spidex suffering from late Voratex syndrome, the last stages of the shortened life of a crystal slave. I allowed them to come up and observe closely, watching Third of Financial Eight as they did. She was showing the enhanced spasms that accompanied active control. The villain was desperate. Good, she would be easy to spot, once someone actually tried. The assembled delegates had unanimously chosen the correct Spidex.

I continued as they sat down, "As you see, it is possible to identify such a victim once you know what to look for. To answer your last question, yes, a member of one of your species has been infected and has been manipulating your markets, embezzling funds from both your planets, probably with no memory of such. Let us examine the last of the evidence and discover just who needs our help" I was being very careful to not accuse the traitor of treachery, but of victimhood.

At that point, the arousal I had been fighting hit again. I staggered slightly, recovered and went on. I knew I cold not operate as a sentient being with any more pain, so I just had to live with growing arousal. I could see the Halsted noticing my state, but not reacting. Thank the Gods that they had all been sexually satiated last night. The Wren'kt, of course, were oblivious, none of them being sexual beings at all.

"The one piece of evidence we have not yet examined, is the encoding stamps on the time changes. It has been carefully hidden, but I was able to uncover it with, ahhhh..." the arousal was growing fast, drawing moans of pleasure from me, "the help of a deciphering program." Desperate to finish before I entered uncontrolled orgasms, I sped past several intermediate steps. "As you can see, the identity codes correspond to a specific individual in each case. I have the, ohhhhh..., specifics in each case, gaahhh..., available for your inspection. Once cross-referenced with your planetary data banks, we identified the embezzler as...ahhhh... ohhhhh..., Third of Financial Eight of the Wren'kt. I think, if you examine her closely, you will see, oh my God, gaaaahhh..., that she evidences the spasms associated with Voratex crystal, uuhhh... ohhhh... ahhhh..., implantation."

I was barely able to make it to my chair as all hell broke loose in the conference room. Master stood and started fielding questions. Security moved to take custody of the insect. Her sisters were threatening violence if anyone harmed her while the Halsted were demanding that she be secured. Past that, I recall nothing, entering a state of orgasm that seemed to go on forever. I was actually enjoying myself, free from the damnable pain at last. In the back of my mind, I knew that I would eventually die from the orgasmic overload, but what a way to die. I reveled in the waves of pleasure shooting through me, draining me of strength in that wonderful way that sex does. I think I passed out at some point. My next memory was waking up abruptly, the collar turning me back on.

I was blessedly free of intense sensations of any kind, painful or pleasurable. I was lying on a bed, the one in our quarters, it turned out. Master was bent down next to me. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

Taking stock for a minute, I answered, "Other than an incredible hunger, very well. I assume from the fact that I am still alive, that you found the transmitter that was provoking the unending arousal?"

"Yes. It was a part of Third's equipment. Once she was taken into protective custody by her sisters, the equipment was inspected for any signs of bugging devices. One was found, or so they thought, and destroyed. You came out of orgasmic bliss almost immediately, though by then, you had passed out."

"Was Third able to be freed from the crystal?" my voice betraying a concern that surprised me. After all, I can't stand bugs.

"Yes and no. She was freed successfully, but the implantation had destroyed the part of her that links to the hive mind. She died from communal loneliness shortly afterwards."

"Damn it! I had hoped that their hive mind would provide the support she needed to recover. Blast those bastards!"

"My sentiments exactly. There are two good things to come out of this. The Wren'kt and the Halsted have signed a treaty that is a mutual defense pact and a cultural exchange rolled into one. They are determined to form close ties in the face of an enemy that treats their species as fodder for the grist. The second is that both worlds have applied for Federation protectorate status as a single entity. My mission has been more than a success. Would that the cost had not been so high."

"Master. You said earlier that the 'backwards' species all had something to bring to the Federation of value. I'm beginning to grasp that, in your case, you see their uniqueness as being intrinsically of value itself. But what do the Halsted and the Wren'kt bring that other, more bigoted members of the federation, such as myself, would find of value?"

"I'm not sure I would agree with you classifying yourself as bigoted, but that's a discussion for another day. You'll find it humorous that the Halsted bring their sexual biology to the Federation. There are many in the Federation that crave sexual exploration and titillation. The Halsted male drive to seek sex with other species for recreational sex is a strong draw all by itself. While it was not important to us this trip, their females also find dalliances with other races valuable, that being the only way to have sex without reproduction. I think they will find the idea of a chemical contraceptive fascinating.

"The Wren'kt are web spinners. They have developed a caste of worker that spin silken strands with the strength of steel, once set. Malleable steel at room temperatures will set whole industries on their heads and encourage new ones almost over night. The caste has a low birth rate, so the product will be in short supply and high demand for some time. Eventually, science will learn how to reproduce it artificially, but the initial period, a century or so, of high profits will benefit both species in their new alliance well. I don't think anyone plans long term better than the Wren'kt."

"Are we to be here much longer, Master?"

"We won't have a freighter out for about ten days."

"Would it be possible to visit Ixtlicit and Third's group of eight? I would like to offer my condolences to them, if I may."

"I thought you didn't like insects."

"I don't. But they don't deserve to be treated with disrespect because of my psychological phobias. I was the one that brought Third's status to light. Left in ignorance, she may have lived a mostly full and productive life for many more years. I know it had to be done, but I still feel guilty."

"I'll see what I can arrange. It won't be a pleasant trip. They have very little use for creature comforts. Now, you need to get cleaned up, Slave. You haven't noticed, since I turned off your sense of smell, but you reek of sex and sweat, even more than normal. Plus, that hunger you feel is the result of sleeping for three days while your body recovered. You'll need to eat."

I left Master for the washroom and a wasteful use of precious water, pondering what a visit to a hive would be like. But that's another day.



Galactic Slave Ch. 09



Chapter Nine: Stolen

The next two days were delightfully uneventful. After my forced orgasms during the conference, a break from sexual duties was welcome. Master spent the time putting the finishing touches on the treaties and arranging for our trip to Ixtlicit. I had to take care of some of the more routine tasks that slaves are given. Just before dinner on the second day, Master entered our room and called me over to his chair.

"Slave, we will be going to Ixtlicit tomorrow morning. It took some explaining as to why you wished to go. I think you should be prepared for atypical reactions to your expression of sympathy."

"I understand Master."

"There is a second reason for our visit. The Wren'kt wish to learn more about the Federation. As you know, they are a species that still depends on a queen for reproduction. The species on the planet has 27 distinct hives with queens at the head. They have very little understanding of races with universally sexual females. Their experience with the Halsted has not enlightened them much, as Halsted females are not prone to get pregnant just so their neighbors can observe sex."

"I see. Our new protectorates wish to observe human sex."

"It's more than that, they do want to observe human sex, but they wish to observe extra species sex. In the spirit of interspecies cooperation, I have agreed to allow your participation in their experiments."

"I understand, Master. May I ask the nature of the experiments?"

"There are three they wish to conduct. They wish to observe sex between two humans. That will be you and I. I hope that will not be too unpleasant."

"I think I can suffer through it Master." I said with grin.

"The second experiment involves Hydromel. They wish to observe its effects on a human woman, both in terms of the visible effects on you and the medical effects on your body. To facilitate the medical scans, you'll be strapped down and stimulated in a variety of ways. One of the goals of the research is to determine how long sexual arousal can be maintained. Hence, you'll be denied orgasm until the medical scanners determine that you cannot physically handle the denial anymore."

"Master, please! You don't know what it's like to be under Hydromel. It's maddening. All that pleasure with no release, building and building. I can't handle it, it'll drive me crazy."

"Slave, I've seen you in extreme sexual situations before. Your capacity for pleasure is much greater than you expect. Besides, I'm not asking you, this is an order, Master to slave. If you don't want to be punished, you'll do as you are told."

I sighed. It was just three days ago I had told Master that I was a slave and that I knew that he would order me to do things that I would not like to do. "Yes Master. Will you be present?"

"No. They wish to have their tests unbiased by the presence of the familiar. The third test will be the hardest for you. They wish to observe sex between a human female and a Wren'kt drone."

"NO!" I fell at his feet, kissing in supplication, begging him, "Master, I'm terrified of insects. Don't make me do this, please."

"Slave! Sit up straight, arms behind your back!"

I jerked at his commands. I knelt up straight, with my knees spread apart and my hands clasped behind my back. "Yes Master."

"You will have sex with a Wren'kt drone, you will not ask or plead to avoid it and you will hide your disgust while it is happening. Have I made myself clear?"

Sobbing, fear overwhelming my senses, I choked out, "Yes Master. Master, may I be under the effects of Doplamil during that test?"

"No, Slave. They need to see how humans react to the experience. They feel that they are at a disadvantage in the galactic stage because of their dependence on queens and drones for reproduction. If they can find a way to make the infertile females fertile, or keep drones from dying as a result of mating, they can increase their reproductive rates. Hydromel is the first drug they want to investigate as to whether it can activate the dormant ovaries in females. If drones can mate with another species, their semen can be recovered and they can deposit multiple times, increasing the number of fertilized eggs tremendously. I think Hydromel will be a wash. It is designed to increase sexual pleasure, not affect reproduction. If the drone experiment is successful, there will be plenty of women who are 'worldly' enough to submit to such a procedure for the right incentive."

"Let them be test subjects." I muttered under my breath, though apparently not under enough.

"That will be enough. Slave, when I say not to complain, I mean it. You'll spend the rest of the night in pain."

He picked up the collar control and pushed some controls. My head burst into pain, a migraine coming on in an instant. I went to grab my temples and I couldn't. My hands had been immobilized behind me. I couldn't stand either. I was pinned in my kneeling position, my head on fire and my eyes opened. I could blink about once every five seconds, but could not shut them against the light that made the pain infinitely worse.

"Master, I'm sorry. It's just so hard, you're asking me to face a phobia in the most dramatic way possible. I promise, I'll control myself tomorrow. Please have mercy on me."

"I know what I'm asking of you. I would not ask if I didn't know that you could do it. You are more capable than you give yourself credit for, especially when it comes to sex. I've set the migraine to turn off in one hour, increased by five minutes for every minute of sound you make. I would suggest you keep absolutely quiet for the next hour."

Do you have any idea how hard it is to not vocalize your pain when you have a migraine? My early attempts were not successful. Moans kept escaping as I struggled with the pain and the blinding light in my hyper-sensitive eyes. I only managed to pull it off when I opened my mouth and panted. Fully open, I made no noise to speak of and I was able suffer in silence. My migraine lasted total of one hour and 15 minutes. When the pain finally subsided, I had been concentrating so hard that I cried out in pain at the lack of pain, if that makes any sense.

"Slave, you did very well. The same strength of will you bring to enduring your punishment is the strength that will enable you to endure what you will go through over the next two days. You told me that you trusted me that my mission was important. This is an important part of it. I don't believe that anything will come of their attempts to increase their reproductive rates, nor is it necessary. Their rates are already superior to most other species, as is the norm for hive species. Their problem is actually that their worker females are extremely difficult to train in new skills, also common in hive species. Like most species, they have pride and will need to make these discoveries on their own. Our willingness to assist them in their efforts, even when we believe that they will be futile, will go far to generate friendship. I need you to do this."

"Yes, Master. I'm frightened though. Extreme Hydromel exposure and sex with an insect. I'll let you down. I don't want to let you down."

"I have faith in you. The woman who discovered the hole in frames of reference and survived an orgy with five Halsted can handle what is to come. It speaks well that you are worried. That worry will be a source of strength."

"I hope your confidence is justified, Master."

"It will be. Go to sleep, you'll need all your strength tomorrow."

"Master, I'm really tense. Would you put me to sleep?"

"Yes, Slave. Make yourself comfortable."

I lay down and was turned off. I woke up the next morning, fully rested. Master was dressed and had cooked breakfast himself. "Slave, join me for breakfast. I'm curious to see which of us is the better cook."

His meal smelled fantastic. It tasted just as great. I had the feeling that cooking was not going to be one of my regular duties. I had never had cheese on top of a meat stuffed green eggplant before, but it was fabulous, with an extremely strong spicy flavor that makes your eyes water in a pleasurably painful way. "Master, I'm not sure who's the better cook. We're going to have to have several more comparisons, don't you think?"

"I would have to agree. It will be a pleasurable contest, though."

After breakfast, we took a shuttle to the planet. The flight was very uncomfortable, Wren'kt ships having nothing in the way of seats. The intelligent cockroaches simply lay on their bellies when the ship as in motion and Halsted never sat, but stood at all times. In their less advanced ships, it took 16 hours to reach the surface, instead of the five I would have been used to.

Ixtlicit is a jungle world, hot and humid. I was grateful to not be wearing any clothes. It seemed odd that a world with an insect as the dominant species had nothing in the way of small insect pests. I was unsure whether this was because of superior pest control of the elimination of competing species in their prehistoric past. We were met on the landing field by two Wren'kt. One greeted me through a translator.

"I understand your name is Slave, slave. Is there a reason that you bear your status as a name?"

I knelt before her in supplication, "Ma'am, my Master has a sense of humor. I earned my name recently but did not wish to be known by my previous free name as a slave, so he named me Slave."

"We are still attempting to understand this concept of humor. Much of it seems to depend on creating one expectation and then presenting another response. This humor seems to be different. Can you explain it?"

Everyone knew if you had to explain a joke, it was too late. Still, they were trying to understand. "This type of humor depends on using a word in a way that it was never intended to. Imagine if I were to ask you if your name was cockroach. That's a small scurrying insect from my home world that you resemble on a superficial basis. That would be funny."

"I do not understand."

"Humor is one of those things that you either understand or you don't. It will take more time and ability than I have to explain it."

"I have another question. Why are you on your knees in front of me?"

"I am a slave, a subservient person who is owned like property by other beings. As such, it is inappropriate of me to place myself in a position of equality with my Master. I am on my knees because to do otherwise would be to mislead you into thinking that I was my Master's equal."

"I see. I will take you to Financial Eight. From there, I believe that you have agreed to assist our scientists in their research."

"Yes I have." I lied. I was ordered, I did not agree.

We were led to a small structure in the heart of the city. Inside, our guide introduced us to seven Wren'kt that were going about their duties, whatever they may have been. She whistles and chirped in their own language and the seven assembled before us.

"Slave, this is Financial Eight. Members of Financial Eight, this slave is the expert that uncovered the enslavement of Third. She desires to express feelings to you of some sort."

I was on. Unsure of how I would be receives, I stepped forward and knelt again. "Financial Eight, I wish to express my sorrow and regret that Third had been infested with a Voratex crystal. I am especially saddened that the removal of the crystal resulted in the loss of her ability to join with the hive. I wish that my discovering her infestation had not resulted in her death."

"I am First of Financial Eight," said one of the bugs. "It is truly unfortunate that our sister was removed from the hive in such a violent manner. Our Eight is shortened and will function at lesser efficiency. Why are you saddened? We are not of your species."

"I care and am saddened because your species is a race as deserving of respect for life as any other. One of the principles of the Federation is that all sentient life is deserving of respect. There are individuals that reject that, but they are not the norm." I took a chance that honesty would be respected her and continued, "In spite of an irrational fear of insect creatures, I am saddened and angered that members of my Federation would treat you with such callous disregard. I do not now what I can do, but I will do what I can to see that those who perpetrated this abomination on Third are brought to justice."

"Your honesty is a refreshing change from the usual interactions we experience from the hiveless. We perceive your fear, and wish that it were otherwise, but your willingness to respect and show kindness to what you fear is commendable. If the Wren'kt can assist you in your quest for justice, call upon us. We will be there."

Our guide spoke up, "I know you have your own name, and as his slave, it is inappropriate for use to change your name. But we wish to give you and your Master a naming among the Wren'kt. Your Master shall be called First of the Justice Two and you shall be called Second of the Justice Two."

Master bowed and replied, "We are honored by the Naming you have bestowed upon us. May we live up to such high honors. We are ready to proceed to the science division now."

The science division was apparently some distance away, and were provided with a ground transport for the journey. This was very disconcerting as the driver kept up speeds of close to 200 kilometers per hour through busy streets and expressways. I learned later that they navigated, not by sight, but by a sense that we don't have, akin to radar, but that operated through solid barriers. Science not being my strong point, I never understood how it worked, just that it did and it was unrelated to anything human.

Once there, we were told that the observers would be ready in about half an hour. Master took that time to comment on the meeting and to brief me. "Slave, I'm impressed. Your instincts are in fine fettle. I can see why your negotiating skills were so highly prized. This Collin fellow did your former employers a real disservice by depriving them of you. Did you know that they could tell when you were lying?"

"No Master, but I am aware that insects from our worlds have senses beyond ours and it occurred to me that they might be able to do so."

"Very good. I've never heard of aliens being given a naming before. Our mission here may well be a greater success than originally though. Our first test is the observation of human sexual activity. We will be engaging in sexual activity before a large audience and recording devices. They wish to observe reproductive sex, so our primary relations will be ordinary intercourse, with the usual 'warm up' activities. I have explained that there is normally a passage of time between sexual unions among our species. That will mean a two hour break for you, before you are tested in the second manner. I will give the auto-injector a time delay, as they do not wish my presence from the time you rest to the end of the second tests. The third test is scheduled for tomorrow."

"Yes Master, I understand. After talking with Financial Eight, I think I'm more ready to consent to the tests freely, as opposed to having been ordered. These are good creatures, even if they give me the willies. I want the best for them."

"Excellent."

A Wren'kt came out to get us and lead us to the experiment room. Inside was a bare room with a single bed (I wondered how they managed that). I could detect numerous recording devices located at every possible angle to the bed and glass observation booths on three of the walls, raised up about 15 feet. A voice sounded, mechanical, clearly from a translator.

"Please start the sexual activities whenever you are ready. Remember that we wish to observe the full range of sexual contact between members of your species, not just those activities that are directly related with reproduction."

Master had taken off his clothes while the voice spoke, probably because the 'rituals' of undressing would be totally alien to a species with exoskeletons. I didn't understand why I was feeling inhibited. I had had sex with other creatures while being observed before and had not had difficulty becoming aroused. Why was this time different?

Master took me in his arms and caressed my back lightly. I tensed up, not feeling any pleasure at all. "Slave, what's wrong?" he whispered.

"I don't now Master. I feel uncomfortable. I don't understand it. The sex part of my duties has never been this much of a problem before."

"Close you eyes. You're in the slave shop on Branchet and you've been given a dose of Hydromel. How do you feel?"

"Oh God! Hydromel! I can't help but be aroused. The drug is forcing my pussy to get wet and my nipples to harden. I so want the touches and dread them. I'll be driven to unimaginable heights of pleasure in short order, denied orgasm for ah hour of more."

As I spoke, I felt arousal starting, just a little. There was a tingling all over my skin and it felt like little electrical sparks where ever Master touched me. As the tension eased and changed to a new, more pleasant tension, I responded to Master's touches with some of my own. I clasped him back and ran my hands down his back and buttocks, leaning into his chest, kissing neck. He pulled my head back and kissed my lips, first gently, but with increasing pressure, until he forced his tongue into my mouth. Once in, our tongues danced with each other as our hands continued to caress each other.

I broke off our kiss and bent down to his chest, licking at his nipples, gently pulling at the with my teeth. Master groaned at the attention, holding my head close. He reached between us and rubbed my belly, circling near my breasts without actually touching them. My nipples perked up in anticipation of further attention and my cunt tingled with a promise of good times just around the corner. I could feel Master's cock hardening between us at my attention.

Master backed me against the bed, lying me down on it. Sitting down next to me, he began to caress my legs with one hand while his other. My own hands reached out for his chest, caressing it and trying to pull him towards me, but he held himself back and me down, frustrating me. He steadfastly stayed away from my increasingly frustrated pussy and tits. I was going past early arousal to full blown hot. My pussy was wet and my nipples were as hard as rock. I needed more, I wanted more, but he wouldn't give me more.

"Master, please, more, I need more. My pussy, my tits, please play with them, Master."

He climbed on top of me, hovering over me on his knees, his hard cock resting lightly between my legs. Bending over me, he brought his mouth down to my tits, licking them with slow broad strokes. I arched my back, bringing myself closer to him, increasing the contact and sensations. My hands groped at him, running down his chest, reaching his cock and grasping it. His cry caused him to bite my nipple, drawing a corresponding cry from me.

I wrapped one hand around his cock and the other around his balls, squeezing and rubbing them with a decided lack of gentleness. His moans against my breasts were wonderful, driving me higher and higher. When he was close to orgasm, I let him go and pushed gently against his chest, clearing his cock from my body, forcing it to subside just enough to stave off his climax. Once he had withdrew from potential orgasm, he leaned up and grasped my hands and pinned them above my head, lying on top of me. 

"Do you know what you are, Slave?" he asked with a growl.

"I'm you slave Master, your helpless slave."

"You're a slut! You're a wonton slut aren't you?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm a slut. Fuck me Master, fuck me please!"

"No. You're not ready. Whose slut are you?"

As I answered, "Yours Master, I'm your slut." He was licking and nibbling at my ear. One hand reached down and caressed my pussy, gently running his fingers over my saturated lips. I was gasping in pleasure, forcing my answers between moans and deep breaths.




Galactic Slave Ch. 09



"What are you good for, Slave? What are sluts good for?"

"No Master. Please don't make me. Don't make me say it."

He placed a finger on my clit, teasing it with pressure but no friction. He pushed down, holding me from rubbing myself. "Say it. What is my slut good for, Slave? Admit it to yourself. What are you good for?"

"Please master, I need to cum. Please make me cum."

"Answer the question. What are sluts good for?"

"Sex! Master I'm good for sex!" I answered, moaning and crying. I knew I was speaking the truth. I was a slut and good for sex, any sex. No matter what I was capable of, I was good for sex, excellent for sex.

"More, Slave, more. What do you want more than anything else? What does a slut want most from life?"

"Oh God Master, please no. Don't make me say it. I'm begging you, I can't say it."

He moved his hand away from my pussy, causing me to cry out in frustration. I was writhing underneath him, desperate for his touch, craving his cock deep in my pussy. ""Say it Slave. Admit it to me and yourself. What do you want more than anything else? Say it."

"Oh Master, fuck me! I want fucking. Sluts want to be fucked, hard, fast and often! Fuck me Master, please fuck me."

His hand plunged into my cunt, four fingers filling me like a cock, his thumb rubbing against my clit, driving me wild. I cried out incoherently in pleasure, my arousal shooting up to towering heights. In a matter of minutes, I was screaming in climax as my orgasm hit full force. I shuddered under Master, panting, my pussy leaking juices all over his hand and the bed.

As I experienced the lingering orgasm, he brought his hand up to my mouth, rubbing his fingers against my lips. I sucked them in, devouring my taste greedily. I inhaled deeply, breathing in my own scent, letting it intoxicate me. He licked his hand as well, smiling as he savored my flavor. We ended up in a sloppy kiss that had us licking my juices off of each other's faces.

Coming down, I was crying in a mix of pleasure and humiliation. The orgasm was great, but I was forced to look at who I was in truth. Even when free, sex was a powerful part of my life. In spite of my skill in economics, I could have been even more successful if I had left sex in a lesser place. Now, as a slave, I could not escape who I was. I realized that my Class Three status was accurate, even if it had been obtained fraudulently. 

"Slave, why the tears?"

"Master. I'm Class Three. I am a natural slave. I don't want to be, but I am."

Gently caressing my breasts again, he reassured me, "It's not a bad thing. You know who you are now. You can stop fighting it and become the best you can be as a slave."

"But... But... Master, I still want to be free. How can I be a natural slave and want to be free?"

"Who we are and what we want are not always the same. When they aren't, we have tension and are unsatisfied with our lives. Satisfaction comes from wanting what we really are."

I had begun to caress his cock again, almost without thinking about it. His breath was catching as his cock became even harder than it was. He was caressing my pussy, bringing moans from me again. My thoughts lost cohesion, leaving these ideas for a later moment. I reached up with one hand and drew his head to mine, kissing him passionately, my tongue invading his mouth. I tasted him, reveling in the sensation of taking his tongue into my mouth and sucking it like a cock.

Both of us were moaning with feverish passion, wanting the finale. "Master, fuck your slut, fuck her hard and fast. Use her for your pleasure." He rolled me on my side and thrust into me from behind, his hands reaching around and manhandled my tits and my clit. I was crying out in pleasure, the violent fucking and rough caresses driving me towards orgasm with great speed. Over and over, I cried out, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Master!" My orgasm came and he did not stop, driving into me again and again. My climax had barely crested when the next one hit me, pulling inarticulate screams from me. Still, master held off his own, thrusting into me, rubbing my clit. I was so sensitive that it was partly painful, yet I did not want him to stop. I wanted it all, the pleasure, the pain, Master. I wanted my Master and I wanted his pleasure.

Yet another climax hit me, I shuddered helplessly in his grasp, feeling his cock inside of me, hard and unyielding. His breathing was matching my own, ragged and uneven. Then he thrust into my climaxing pussy one last, hard, time and emptied himself into me. I could feel him cum pouring into me, a wonderful feeling, one that I savored every time I felt it. He continued to hold me as we both came down from out heights.

As we relaxed, he fingered my pussy, capturing some of the fluids leaking out of me, and brought it to my mouth. I sucked the mixture of our cums off of his fingers. I loved the tastes from us, asking him, "More please. Let me lick it all, Master."

He obliged me, feeding me all the cum leaking out of me for the next few minutes. Then he let me go and rolled off of the bed to dress. "Slave, you'll have two hours to relax. I've set the injector to release a single dose of Hydromel in two hours. You should be strapped down and ready for the experiment by then. Since they are planning on prolonging your suffering for two hours, I'm setting the collar to prevent your passing out. They need to see you conscious the whole time. When it gets to feel too much, remember the orgasm you're going to get. It should be glorious."

"Yes Master. I'll try to not let you down."

"I know you won't. Keep your hands off of yourself. They need to see arousal from beginning to end."

"Yes Master. Will you be watching me?"

"No, there are other issues that I need to deal with. I'll be there right at the end, so I can see your orgasm and enjoy my slave's pleasure."

"I understand Master. I'll see you in four hours."

I laid there, unable to sleep and simply basked in that afterglow of great sex. There was more leaking from my cunt and I lazily ate what I could reach without stimulating myself. By the time two hours was approaching its end, I was beginning to get frightened again. Two hours of Hydromel induced arousal before orgasm. I had had a hard enough time taking one hour when my slavery first began. How would I withstand the intensity of two hours?

A Wren'kt entered and informed me, "Second of the Justice Two, it is time to proceed to the next test. If you will follow me?"

I followed her to an adjoining room where a metal table sat in the middle of the room. There were straps laid out in a rough human shape, obviously for holding me down. This would only be the second time I had been restrained by physical means. That in and of itself was not something I worried about. I kept expecting the Hydromel to kick in and the arousal to start.

"Please get up on the table."

"Yes, ma'am. May I ask your name?"

"I am Twelfth of the Science Twenty. I will be monitoring your vital signs. Am I to understand from the first test that human arousal is often accompanied by vocalizations?"

"Yes, that is true."

"In that case, please make whatever sounds are normal for what you feel during the process."

"I will."

As we talked, she strapped me down with restraints on my wrists, elbows, shoulders, ankles, knees, hips, waist, belly, chest, and forehead. There was no way for me to move, not even an inch. Five other Wren'kt entered the room and took up positions around me on the table. My phobia was rearing it ugly head and I frew increasingly frightened.

"We six will be stimulating you during the experiment. I am noticing a physical reaction. Has the drug been administered early?"

"No, I am experiencing great fear. I suffer from an irrational fear of insects. It should not interfere with the experiment."

"Good. The drug should inject I exactly 1 minutes and 15 seconds. At that time, we will begin stroking your body. Am I to understand that these two regions will provoke a sexual release response?" she asked, touching my cunt and breasts.

"Eeek! Yes, after the first hour, touch there will produce a climax, also known as an orgasm."

"The sound, 'Eeek!' is a fear response?"

"Yes."

A small chime went off and six pairs of antennae started touching me all over my body. I panicked, struggling wildly without actually moving anything. I felt like a million cockroaches were crawling over my skin. It was made infinitely worse by the fact that each touch sent pleasure through my terrified body. I was screaming and moaning at the same time, desperate to get them off of me and to keep the caresses up. It took no time at all for my pussy to be soaked, my clit harden and grow, and for my nipples to stand up, demanding attention.

I lost all track of time. I could see the worst monsters from my nightmares hovering over me, touching me and my body reacting like it was the greatest thing since vibrators. I don't know what kind of information they were getting from me, but it had better be damned well worth this. At some point in time, it seemed hours away, my fear had been overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure. My pussy ached for penetration while my pussy lips were engorged and almost in pain at the lack of touch. I was sure that my breasts would turn themselves inside out, with how hard and erect my tits had become. As fast as I was breathing, I was surprised that I had not hyperventilated. 

Unable to sleep or pass out, I lay there at the mercy of ugly creatures that revolted me to no end. I was begging for an orgasm, my body screaming to me, "Do anything, promise anything, just get a climax!" Suddenly they stopped. I screamed out in frustration, "Don't stop, please, don't stop. I'll do anything."

A door opened along one wall as one of the Wren'kt applied some liquid to my pussy. I thought that lube was a little unneeded, give how wet I was. Then I saw it. A huge Wren'kt came in and made a beeline for me. Something long and hard was suspended from below it. I knew what was happening. They were combining the second and third tests! This was a male. I screamed out in terror, "NO! not now, it's not time yet. Keep that away from me."

"I'm afraid my masters must have you before tomorrow, so we need to rush the experiments. This experiment will be over in a few minutes. It has been one hour and three minutes."

The male stood three feet over the table and its penis(?) was two feet long and three inches thick. Helpless before it, I could only watch in terror and bodily anticipation as it guided the hard cock into my pussy with no gentleness at all. That penetration was all I needed to go all the way. I screamed in pleasure mixed with terror and shook in my bonds. I could feel something fluid being ejected into my cunt. There seemed to be endless supplies of the cool liquid.

As I came down from my monster orgasm, the male was backing away with an uncertain gait. Two of the scientists replaced it and probed my cunt with some device. There was a sucking sound and I cold feel something, the male's semen?, being withdrawn from me. I was so emotionally overworked, that I was past caring. I moaned over and over again, "I want Master. I want Master."

The experiment was finished, yet I was not released. Two humanoids entered the room, dressed in concealing clothing. Twelfth approached them. "Our experiments are completed. The slave is yours. Her Master will not return here for another 45 minutes." 

I horror, I realized that we had been betrayed. I was being given to strangers and taken away from Master. Who were they? What did they want? I noticed something then and my horror grew. Twelfth was twitching involuntarily, under the effects of a Voratex crystal. These were Master's enemies, the ones responsible for the death of Third. I could not imagine a worse set of hands to fall into, and I was helpless to stop it. My world was crashing down around me. Why were they going after me instead of Master? What would happen to me? Was I doomed to become a crystal slave, incapable of free will? I screamed in terror as I was forcibly taken from the restraints and dragged off to who knows where.



Galactic Slave Ch. 10



My screams echoed off the walls of the science facility as I was dragged upwards to the roof. The two cloaked figures were different species, judging from their hands. One appeared to be human, while the other had a feline appearance to his hands. They seems unconcerned about my screaming. From the lack of reaction in the Wren'kt around me, they had little to worry about.

On the roof, they had a flier, a Godson mark 5, if my memory was correct. The mark 5 was designed for police departments and had a capture cage in the back section. They placed me there, secure in the knowledge that I would be unable to escape from the tractor field that encapsulated the walls. A pale white gas entered the cage and I recognized the odor of kelcorin. It dawned on me that they had no idea that I had been rendered unable to pass out by Master. Hoping to learn something, I pretended that the gas was working on me normally, slumping to the ground and acting unconscious.

They didn't speak during the trip. I knew we weren't leaving the planet, at least not yet since the mark 5 had no vacuum capability. Unfortunately, I had no ability to judge distance or direction accurately, so our destination remained a mystery. I knew that kelcorin, also known as pacigas, would only knock someone out for an hour, so I could time my feigned unconsciousness.

We left the spun steel buildings of the hive and entered the wilderness areas. I remembered from my briefing on the planet that the Wren'kt, while they evolved in the wilds, had little ability to survive there. Their survival has always been a result of large numbers of individuals working together. Individuals did not have enough skills to 'live off the land' as it were. This made wilderness areas perfect for alien infiltration.

It only took half an hour to reach a clearing, one that had clearly been made, not grown. While there was no tarmac, this was clearly a landing field for spaceships. My situation was getting worse. If we had stayed on planet, I was sure that Master could track me with his control pad. It's monitoring of my vitals, even if not intended for the purpose, would be easily converted into a tracking beacon. Off planet, I would be out of range. While the prospect of being someone else's slave was daunting, the more immediate problem was my inability to sleep. It was never intended for long term use and I would still suffer all the debilitations of sleep deprivation, including eventual insanity.

We landed and I was moved to a scooter and taken to a well disguised lift. The decent was fast and long, indicating great depth. I was unceremoniously dumped in a room with a single bed, the door audibly locking behind me. I stayed 'unconscious' for the remaining 20 minutes and woke up from the gas on time. I hoped that they did not intend to keep me here for any significant length of time. The room, except for the bed, was totally bare, not even a crude toilet. Things could get messy.

I stank. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, most of it mine. I wondered if I was going to be allowed clean up at all. It seemed strange that they would go to all the effort to kidnap me and then leave me alone. I thought back to how it had happened. One of the Wren'kt scientists had been under the control of a Voratex crystal and had arranged to hand me over during the two hour window when Master was away from me. That was plain, but there was something unusual in the whole affair. She had taken the time to complete both their experiments (the mental picture of that Wren'kt drone sent shivers through me again). That should have been impossible. Voratex control is supposed to be perfect. Given an order, there should have been nothing that interferes with it. The delay meant that either the kidnappers had allowed them to complete their experiments, or Twelfth had some degree of autonomy in spite of the crystal. This could be big, if I could get the information out.

It was a full hour before someone came to my cell (I did check the door). A human man opened the door with a pistol drawn. While it was a low tech projectile thrower using explosives to propel a shaped metal slug, it was still quite effective at killing. I had to smile, however, at the idea that he would need that level of protection from a naked woman such as myself, who massed half his mass and had no combat training (I was regretting certain college course choices right now). He did not talk, but waved his gun down a corridor and I walked ahead of him.

We were only a few doors from his destination, another door. Inside, I was sat in a chair in the center of the room. Cloth straps were tightened around my wrists and ankles, trapping me. A table was in front of me with another low tech device, an incandescent lamp. I could only chuckle at the total lack of imagination. Bright lights? Immobility? Whoever these people were, they had been watching too many period melodramas on the holovid. This was straight out of old earth spy dramas, the kind you could only laugh at. I supposed that if I didn't 'break' that they would threaten me with gang rape. Puhlease. I've been a slave used for sex, had fucked horsemen, amoeba, and bugs. There wasn't much that was going to bother me. Hell, other than the bug, I'd enjoyed it all.

Others entered the room. There were three of them, all in those robes they seem to like. I wondered if it was some type of uniform or if they were really concerned about being identified. The light was turned on and pointed directly at me. My one and only bio-enhancement kicked in, though I squinted anyway. My eyes dropped a glare filter over my lenses, designed to allow me to work on planets with overly bright suns without sunglasses. But, why let them know what I was capable of?

"Susan Melnin, do you know why you are here?"

"My name is not Susan Melnin."

"You were not born on Valcrue, 34 standard years ago to George and Martha Valcrue?"

"Yes I was, but that is not my name now."

"What is your name?"

"Slave."

"Your owner named you Slave?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You'll have to ask him. Give me a communicator and I will ask him."

"Your insolence will get you killed!"

The person sitting next to him put a hand on his arm, calming him. He took over the speaking, "Slave. What can you tell us about Brusjin Valenshenko's plans."

"Nothing."

"If you don't cooperate, we can force it. You are no longer his slave, you are ours and must comply with your wishes."

They so picked the wrong person to try that on. "Actually, that is not true. I was enslaved under Brachetian law and those laws are the ones that apply. By those laws, I am stolen property, still rightfully belonging to my owner. Branchetian law also specifies the penalty for stealing a slave as enslavement, as a class three, I believe. So, no, I don't have to do as you say." That last part about class three was made up, but they obviously didn't know that.

"We can still force compliance."

"No you can't, not with anything short of a Voratex crystal."

"You have no idea what we can bring to bear on you."

"No, I don't. But I do know what Master has brought to bear on me and I doubt that you're little low tech operation with its b-grade holovid rip offs can match his idea of punishment. What little I know of my Master's mission tells me that it is good, or at least not evil. Betraying him to a bunch of two bit thugs is not going to happen. You should return me now and maybe you can avoid charges. Oh, and I wonder what Wren'kt law says about kidnapping hive members. Did you know that we were adopted into the hive?"

The third one stood, "This will get us nothing. The slave has not been properly trained. Return her to her cell. Holroid will be here in the morning. He will find out what she knows."

I was returned to my cell by the same guard with the same unnecessary gun. There was nothing to do but pretend to sleep. I wondered who this Holroid was and why they were so confident that he would be able to find out what I know. Of course, not knowing anything of importance made that prospect not very worrisome. The only reason I resisted as much as I had was that I wanted to give them no satisfaction. I have always had an excellent sense of passing time, so I knew that the excitement started two hours later.

The gunfire was a shock. A combination of explosions from the projectile weapons and the high pitched whines of lasers echoed off the corridors and into my room. Glad for my cell, all I could do was wait and see who actually won, and for that matter, who was fighting whom. Thirty minutes passed before the door opened, revealing a Wren'kt, though I was unsure at first. It turned out that she was wearing body armor. Seems unusual for a species with an exoskeleton to develop body armor, but it was certainly effective.

"You are Second of the Justice Two?"

"Yes I am. Is First of Justice Two with you?" I asked, using Master's Wren'kt name.

"No. He awaits your return at the hive. I am First of Infantry Thirty. The bandits have been exterminated and it is safe for your unprotected person to leave. Will you come with me?"

"Yes."

She led me past the dismembered bodied of the kidnappers and a few Wren'kt bodies. Whoever these people were, they were a ragtag bunch. Several races, all humanoid, or at bipedal, were represented. Who were they and what did they want? Why bring me to a remote landing pad and then not take me off planet? I supposed it wasn't terribly important. There was a large armored transport, again without any seats. This ride was not as rough as the shuttle trip from the station. We arrived at the hive in an hour.

Exiting the shuttle, I saw Master and my heart leapt for joy. I ran to greet him, throwing my arms around him and burying my head in his shoulder. "Master, I'm so glad to see you. I thought I had been lost to you forever."

"No, Susan, I would peel the planet's crust off to find where you had been taken. You are too special to me to lose. Come, I want to celebrate your return."

Master led me back to the room we had while we were here. He cooked a scrumptious dinner from local foods. I felt right with the universe, in the place where I was meant to be. After dinner, I approached Master, kneeling before him. "Master, may I please you in bed tonight?"

"Yes you may Susan. Go on ahead and wait for me."

I jumped to my feet and ran to the bedroom, kneeling on the covers, anxious to show Master just how happy I was to back with him. Just thinking of him was arousing me. My whole body heated up and my breath became deep and labored in the waiting. When he came in, my heart leapt to my throat. He was both handsome and beautiful, standing in the doorway in his own nakedness. "Master." I whispered.

"Susan. I expect your best ministrations tonight."

"Yes, Master," I breathed, "your pleasure is my only concern."

He came and sat down on the edge of the bed. I moved up next to his back, my arms circling around his chest, running my hands through the hair on his chest and pushing my breasts against his back. I started kissing the back of his neck, moving around to his chest, my hair falling over my head to drape his shoulder. He turned his head to my side, giving me access to his mouth, letting me kiss him passionately, my tongue trying to rape his mouth. His hands held my head in place for several minutes while I tasted his mouth and inhaled the perfume of his natural aromas.

I pulled him back, moving to lie beside him so I could give more attention to his chest. I kissed his nipples, gently scraping them with my teeth. He moaned at this attention and I repeated it, nipping a little harder, pulling cries of pleasure from him. I worked my way down his chest, licking at him and making a trail of little love bites from his nipples to his navel. My own arousal was growing as well, my nipples hardening and my cunt moistening. I knew I would want him inside me soon.

I could see his cock, hard and oozing fluid at the tip. I brushed a finger against it, capturing the drop and bringing to my tongue. The taste was better than dinner and he throbbed each time I swiped a taste off of it. These little teasing contacts were causing him to squirm underneath me and moan loudly. Wanting more, I gently pulled at his cock, being rewarded with a jerk and a line of precum across the back of my hand. I raised myself up and licked it sensuously off of myself where he could see.

I could smell my own scent, my juices flowing liberally from my cunt. I climbed off of him and lowered myself onto his shaft. The full feeling was exquisite and I was barely able to control myself to slowly fuck him four or five times, before getting back off. Then, turning around, I licked myself off of his cock, savoring the mixture of my pussy juice and his precum. I did this over and over, never providing enough stimulation to bring him to climax, causing him to get even harder, so hard that his moans carried a hint of pain as well as the ecstasy he was feeling.

On my last time with my head in his crotch, I him entirely into my mouth, enjoying the sweet sound of his crying out in need. His jerked in my mouth and began to thrust his hips up into my face. As he was beginning to cum, I used an old prolonging trick and squeezed the base of his cock hard, letting a fingernail embed itself slightly. Master screamed out the agony of delayed pleasure. He tried to pulse his cum into my mouth, but the barest trickle made it out of his balls. Holding the base tight, I milked what little there was, smacking my lips loudly, and held back until he stopped throbbing in my fingers.

I didn't give him a chance to soften, licking his head anew. His cock, sensing a second chance, returned to its former hardness and I climbed on top, this time for the long haul. I used a combination of up and down movements, taking his cock out to the tip and plunging it back in to the hilt, with rocking motions, twisting my pussy walls against him. I brought my hands to my clit, rubbing it for all I was worth, wanting to let him feel the quaking inside of me when I came. We were both crying out, neither wanting the loving teasing to go on for any longer. I came first, screaming and slamming myself down on him, shudders wracking my body. My cunt was pulsing, much like his cock had and that was the last stimulation he needed, his cock throbbing with vigor, making up for the earlier loss. I could feel his cum pouring into me in pulse after pulse. I collapsed onto his chest and rolled over to his side.

He leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "You are wonderful. I shall have to make use of you myself on a more regular basis."

"I would like that very much Master. Master?"

"Yes Susan."

"Why? Why did they take me like that? All they asked was what your plans were."

"They may have confused you for someone else. It's not like my plans are not a matter of public record. I travel and assist worlds in their attempts to gain membership in the Federation. My personal agenda is no secret, I believe they should enter with their own societal norms intact."

"That doesn't seem worth the danger of kidnapping a Branchetian slave."

"It's not. With all of them dead, we may never know."

{That's enough. The slave doesn't know anything. Disengaging.}

Master and the bedroom melted away like wax. I looked around in confusion. I was in my cell again. There was a man, sort of, standing over me. His head had a glowing crystal in the forehead, a Mentat crystal! I moaned in despair at the realization that the entire rescue had been a psychic illusion. That's why Master called me Susan instead of Slave. Psyche illusions always draw upon one's own perceptions of the world. I still wanted to be free, so my identity was the free Susan Melnin, not the captive Slave. There were other implications that I would have to sort out later.

"Guard!"

The guard opened the door and looked in.

"Prepare her for implantation. Her only use is as a spy. Make sure she is unconscious."

"Yes, sir."

He took a hypospray and pressed it against my arm, causing it to hiss. I caught a glimpse of the vial inside the medical gun, kelcorinal, the medicinal version of kelcorin. I feigned sleep, grateful for Master's insistence that I learn self control. My life may well depend on it. I let myself go limp, stifling my resistance as I did when the Rax captain attempted to link with my nervous system. I was carried, quite unceremoniously, to a room with a single medical exam table in it. 

This room had none of the low tech gear that I had seen earlier. It occurred to me that they may have put up a incompetent front to lull victims into carelessness. I heard a voice, "Activate the restraining web, full coverage." I made sure my eyes were cracked, knowing I would be unable to do so once a full web was in place. The faint tingle of the field covered my whole body, making it unnecessary to hold still. 

The speaker, I assume, walked in front of me. This was not good. He was wearing one of those robes, this one with the hood down, revealing the ceremonial headband with the tricolor trifecta symbol of the organization that most write off to conspiracy legends. He was a member of the Hellfire group. Manipulators of unsurpassed ability, they sought power in all its forms. Rumors had it that they were the cause of five different wars, numerous assassinations, every major economic depression in the last 500 years and the high price of tea in China (okay, the last was a joke, but these were bad guys with capitol B and G). Why were power brokers interested in a Class Three slave? Or were they after Master?

"She is ready. Bring the crystal."

NO! That could only mean one thing. I was to be implanted with a Voratex crystal! Death would be preferable, but I had no choice. The restraining web held me so immobile that I could not even scream. I saw the dual crystal brought in on an antigrav cart. A technician wearing thick gloves cut the crystal along the joint, separating the smaller from the larger. He carried the smaller piece over to me and set it on my chest. There was a shooting pain as it sank into my body. I cold feel it squeezing between my ribs, migrating up my neck and down to the back of my skull. There was a dull throb and then my body went crazy.

My breathing sped up, slowed down, stopped and then restarted. My vision went bad, good, strange and settled. I cold feel my heart race, beat irregularly, slow, stop and restart. I realized that the crystal was orientating itself to my body functions, taking over autonomic control. My bowels and bladder voided. I sweated profusely and my mouth went dry, flooded with saliva and swallowed. I even felt a brief jolt of arousal and orgasm (the shortest one in history). While all this was going on, another individual entered my line of sight. He was also a Hellfire member, but not human. A Felpur, a cat like race with low level natural empathy. He took the larger crystal and placed it against his chest, allowing it to sink in. he didn't seem to go through the same gyrations that I did. In fact, he seemed to enter a meditative trance.

When he came out of it, he said, "Remove the web. I need to perform a field test."

As the field shut down, there was a presence in my mind. I knew he would know I was conscious if I made any mental response to his presence. Relaxing like the Rax was trying to contact me, I let myself release control of my body. {Contact has been made. Testing muscular control.} my body rose and walked about the room, uneasily at first, but quickly improving. I made all sorts of strange motions, apparently designed to test all my muscles. {Testing sensual inputs.} My eyes, ears, nose, skin and tongue all experienced tingling, presumably the result of his directly accessing their nerve centers. {Testing autonomic override.} My heart stopped! Then it started and sped up to painful levels before returning to normal rhythm. I had begun to notice something. There was a small tickle in the back of my head every time that the Felpur attempted to contact me. Could I tell when something was going to happen? Is this why they wanted me unconscious for the procedure? Was this a small grain of hope?




Galactic Slave Ch. 10



I returned to the table and lay down. "How much longer will she be out?"

"Another hour."

"Good. Clean her up and return her to her cell. In two hours, bring her to the cloak room and we'll start the indoctrination. Has the antique been obtained?"

"Yes, it's here."

That didn't sound good. Not at all. A sonic spray cleaned me and I was carried back to my cell and I feigned sleep for another hour. The only good thing I could se out of all this so far was that I was to be returned to Master at some point. With me under the control of a Voratex crystal, that was a dubious beneficial result. My only hope was that their inability to render me unconscious, thanks to master's acceding to Wren'kt requests that I remain awake for the entirety of their tests, would somehow interfere with control. A slim hope.

An hour later, I was escorted to the b-grade interrogation room. There were three of them again, this time with no cloaks, and no Hellfire insignia. The Felpur was one of the three. Sitting on the table was a virtual room, my virtual room. What was going on?

The human spoke, "Slave, sit."

He managed to put into those two little words a level of contempt that was astounding. I played along, sitting.

"We want you to analyze some data for us. We've obtained your virtual room to make it as efficient as possible."

"Why should I do anything for you. You kidnapped me."

"You will find this data interesting. It concerns your owner. I think you need to truly investigate whether your 'Master' is as good as he seems."

As he talked, I felt the tickle in the base of my skull and I felt a desire to do as he said. Not a compulsion, a desire only. Not wanting to tip my hand, I agreed. "Okay. It can't hurt and he has been a cruel Master. Is the data loaded already?"

"No, we assumed that you'd not trust it if it was."

"I wouldn't."

I was in my element. These things are called antiques because they are. There are probably 100 working ones in the entire Federation and mine was the only one I knew of that was routinely used for true analysis. Activating my baby, I performed a diagnostic and confirmed that they had not even activated it while they had possession of it. Now I was sure that they would be unable to follow what I was going to do. I downloaded the data file and activated the spreadsheet in 4 dimensional mode. Only an expert in virtual rooms would be able to follow what I was doing. I spent three hours verifying that the data was authentic. They were not trying to use falsified data. My reputation precedes me.

The data was a comprehensive look at Master's division's activities over the past 529 standard years. There was an immense amount of data and I was determined to finish in one pass. The data seemed to concentrate on the planets that have been admitted to the Federation as a result of the division's activities. I surreptitiously activated another download of all available data on all the planets referenced (I've always loved pride in a competitor). I knew that a group like Hellfire would have only the best.

Four hours later, I saw what they wanted me to see. It turns out that 90% of the planets admitted to the Federation by Master and his compatriots had slavery laws, harsh ones similar to or worse than those of Blanchet. This data makes it seem like the division was attempting to transform the Federation into a slave state, something I would definitely not take well. The extra data, however told the rest of the story. Yes, lots of slave planets had been admitted, yet, of those planets that had been members for 100 years or more, none had slave laws on the books. Many had the equivalent to Class One slave laws, more properly called indentured servitude, but actual slavery had been outlawed on 100% of the slave planets that were 100+ year members. Checking another download, I saw that there was no legalized slavery on any planet that been a Federation member for over 100 years, except one, a founding member, Grolshint.

What Master was actually doing was eradicating slavery in the galaxy! Now I knew what Master's agenda was and what they wanted me to THINK it was. I could use this, provided the Felpur controller did not detect my duplicity. Control, Slave, Control. I gave them what they expected.

"Oh my God!", I exclaimed as I pretended to shut down the room. "He's... He's... He's turning the federation into a slave state. He has to be stopped." I actually set it to download their entire database and compress it. The storage capacity of a virtual room was immense. The phase out of the devices had actually caused a slump in the memory crystal market. I could strip them bare, if they did not notice.

"Yes, now you see. We estimate that he will be successful in as little as 100 years. Then the slave admissions will be numerous enough to override founder's veto power and impose universal slavery through out the Federation. Will you help us?"

"Yes, but what can a slave do?"

"He trusts you. You will be able to access his private data files, outlining future plans that we can then block. We will provide you with a means to contact us with the data."

"Okay, I'll do what I can."

"To provide you with a cover, we have arranged for you to be raped by our guard staff. Otherwise he will suspect something."

I forced a blanch. "I understand."

I just knew that sex would come into this somehow. It's a good thing I was a natural slave. They would only think it was rape. I planned to enjoy myself (I was in for an unpleasant surprise). The thing that worried me was their plan. They did not need a Crystal slave to have me spy on Master. What did they really want me to do? It had to be something that they believed I would never do willingly. My imagination was far too good for my peace of mind.

I was taken to a large room that appeared to be a barracks, judging by the number of bunks in it. There were ten guards from four different species. Five humans (who made up one third of the population of the Federation), 2 Felpur(!), 1 Branchetian(?) and 2 Spidex. I was thankful that the spider like Spidex were an externally fertilizing egg laying species, or I would be having sex with bugs again (uhg!). It was clear that they had been told they could rape me, literally. The two Flepur, clearly suffering from denial for some time, based on the huge size of their cock, grabbed me and pinned me between them (Felpur males are aroused by the simple passage of time, their cocks growing and hardening over the course of four weeks. At that time they either get relief or they will die form dangerously low blood pressure. There is massive societal pressure to not masturbate for relief). This was going to hurt.

With no preparation, the plunged into my cunt and ass. My cunt was ready, somewhat and stretched to take the massive organ. My ass felt like it was ripped open, and in fact, it had been. I could feel blood dripping down my legs. It got worse, and I heard myself screaming as the worst feature of their organs made itself felt. Small spines on their cocks, designed to stimulate Felpur females to ovulate, were tearing my insides up as they pistoned in and out of me. I thought the only thing that saved my life was their incredible need. Both came, filling me with cum in under five minutes. As their cocks went flaccid, the spines pulled back in and I was left to drop to the floor, my cunt and ass leaking a pinkish mixture of blood and semen.

The rest of the rape passed, barely remembered. I was covered in semen, blood and sweat by the time all were finished with me. I had been taken in my cunt and ass three times each (how could anyone want to fuck a bloody orifice). I also had my mouth raped several times and had cocks stuck into my hands. I'm pretty sure that at some point there was a guard change, because more than ten people took turns at me. Unable to pass out, I endured all the pain without release. I did pretend to pass out once they were done with me. It seemed that there was a difference between being taken under Master's orders by those he gave me to and simply being taken against my will.

I was carried to a flier and dumped in a small clearing at the edge of the hive. Once they were gone, I crawled to the hive's edge, attracting the attention of the Wren'kt. There was a flurry of activity as I was carried to a medical facility. Master showed up and told me, "Slave, I'm putting you to sleep so they can operate on you and fix the damage."

"Master, no, it's the Hel..." I turned off like a light switch.



Galactic Slave Ch. 11



Chapter eleven

First Contact

[NCGDS SCVJ XJS SKOCVHD]

What was that?

[XBSG ASW CVJFHSBCXIF]

It was dark, silent and confusing. Not only that, someone was speaking(?) gibberish to me.

[ZHCBD ZXXS ZXJCGS]

I wish who ever this was would learn to speak. The nonsense was hurting my head.

[HXGS SGDFRS UNDERSTAND DJFHG]

Then I woke up. What a weird dream. I don't even remember my dreams, usually. I was lying in a bed and I could smell antiseptic. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a hospital bed, Master and a Wren'kt standing over me. She asked, "Are you in any pain, Second of Justice Two?"

I considered myself for a moment. I didn't feel any pain. "No, I'm not."

I noticed an itching in my ears and my eyes. My controller was looking and listening in to our conversation. I knew that Wren'kt medical technology would be unable to detect the presence of the Voratex crystal. If I tried to reveal it's presence directly, they may cause my heart to stop or some such thing. I had to find a way to tell Master without telling him.

"Slave. Can you tell me what happened? Who took you and what did they do to you?"

"Master, I," I hesitated briefly, my thoughts in a jumble, "was raped, repeatedly, by many creatures. There was blood, lots of it. I thought I was dying." What the hell! That is not what I wanted to say. That lame assed Felpur bastard was controlling me. I was going to ripped his spiny cock off and stuff it down his throat. I couldn't even show the anger I was feeling.

"Yes, we saw. Your body had been viciously abused. The damage has been healed and Second of Surgery Five says that you're fit to travel."

I asked, without wanting to, "Where are we going Master?"

"Our next diplomatic mission awaits. The freighter captain has delayed his departure for us and is now three days behind schedule. Once he discovered that he was being asked to wait so that a Class Three Branchetian slave could heal, he was insistent on his price for the delay."

"I will need to entertain him, Master?"

"Yes, if you feel up to it."

"I think so Master. Transport out here is infrequent enough, I don't think I have a real choice. At least I will be doing what Master wants."

"That's the spirit. The Captain is Gravelian."

A Gravelian. Master's body guard was of the same saurian species. They are rumored to have the largest sexual organ to body size ratio in the Federation. I had never seen a naked Gravelian, since Grankt is always in his body armor and weapons. It's odd, but two weeks ago, such a prospect would have terrified me, now I was aroused by it. "I understand Master. This will be interesting."

"Come along Slave, we must prepare for departure."

We left the hospital, returning to the room and packed up our belongings. My virtual room was right where I had left it. They must have returned it separately. Smart, since I did not have it when they took me in the first place. With my minder watching everything I did, I couldn't risk checking to see if that last down load had been successful. A potential wealth of data on the most secret organization in the galaxy and I had to let it sit.

The crono indicated that I had been in an induced sleep for four days. I had been seriously damaged. I would have to make sure to tell Master just how dangerous Felpur sexual organs were. A shuttle was waiting to take us to the freighter in orbit. On the approach, we were able to see that this was no small tramp ship, but a massive Brolin class mega carrier.

"The captain is speculating on some assets from the system, trying to get a leg up now that they have applied for protectorate status. The accommodations should be more comfortable than on our inbound journey," Master explained.

"How large a crew does the ship have, Master."

"Just 15 crewmen. Brolins are highly automated, requiring one of the lowest crew to tonnage ratios out there. The crew does need to be universally highly skilled."

"Master, I thought all Gravelians were mercenaries. What is one doing commanding a freighter?"

Grankt interjected. "They are. The captain is very old for a Gravelian, over 50 years old. His reflexes are down to where our species does not consider it honorable to take employment. In effect, he is, how do you put it, retired. He is still a match for any warrior of any other species."

We docked and slipped out into the ship while the last of the cargo was unloaded. The hold smelled of foodstuffs, those wonderful Wren'kt foods that Master and I have been gorging ourselves on since we arrived. From my point of view, there was no speculation involved. This cargo would sell like tribbles.

Our quarters were very spacious, the captain having converted some of his cargo space into passenger quarters. There were no regular customers this far out, so we had the run of the cabins. I unpacked our belongings and settled in, as we were ten days out from our next stop, Trolit. I wasn't sure why we would need to go there, since Trolit is a member of the Federation, but I wasn't going to make the Hellfire Group's job any easier by being curious on their credit. The Captain gave us a tour of the ship, actually quite short since 95% of the space was cargo.

Before we knew it, hours had passed and we were into a night cycle on the ship. We had passed into Dolman space already and Master had retired, instructing me to do so also. I had trouble sleeping, my thoughts racing a mile a minute. Not just about my predicament, either. Psychic illusions are scary things. They can lie about details, creating unreal circumstances that deceive, but our own reactions are incapable of being deceptive. In our psyche, we are always what we really are.

In the illusion that Holroid inflicted on me in an attempt to learn what I knew of Master's plans, I was besmitten with Master. In fact, I acted like he was the most important person in my life. This was while my personal perception of myself was as a free person, Susan Melnin. Had I really fallen in love with the man I detested so much the first time we had met? I could not tell. I'm not sure I wanted to know. If I was in love with him, what would that mean for my continuing desire to be free some time? These thoughts were dominant in my mind when I fell asleep.

[UNDERSTANDING?]

[You again?]

[UNDERSTANDING. UNDERSTANDING IS THERE?]

[Are you asking if I understand you?]

[YES]

[Who are you?]

[I AM. YOU WHO ARE?]

His syntax sucked, but at least he had the words down, whoever he is. [Susan Melnin]

[NAMES OTHERS ARE?]

[Yes. Slave. Second of Justice Two]

[CAPTIVE I YOU]

[Am I a captive of you or are you a captive of me]

[YES]

Now that was a useful answer. [Explain]

[TWO ARE ONE. THREE ARE TWO. FOUR IS ALL]

[I don't understand]

[UNDERSTANDING COME MUST. LOST WILL LIVES ELSE]

Great! Lives are dependant on my ability to understand a baby without syntax. [Who are you?]

[WE ARE ONE. THREE ARE US. FOUR MAKES ONE]

Okay. Let's try something else. [Where are we?] After all, it was dark, quiet and empty.

[MIND OURS ARE ONE]

Wait a minute. [Am I asleep?]

[YES. FOUR KNOW NOT. THREE ARE US. UNDERSTANDING?]

[maybe.]

I woke up to someone jostling me. "Slave. It's time to get up. We have work to do."

It was incredibly hard to wake up this morning. Harder than ever before. I felt like someone wanted me to stay asleep, that is was important. In fact, I was sure it was important, but I could not remember why. "Yes Master, I'm trying. I feel like I never got any sleep last night."

"You were out like a light. You get to fix breakfast this morning."

Well, at least that would be fun. While I was cooking and Master was going over a data pad, I asked about what we were going to do. The tickle was gone for now, possibly I had awoken before the controller. May be my only chance for untapped answers.

"Master, what is on my agenda today?"

"I need you to analyze some data. I suspect that there is a coded communication hidden in the data."

"I see. That's not my strong suit, but I will try. Master?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think it's possible that I had Voratex crystal implanted in me while I was in the hands of the kidnappers?"

"No. It's highly unlikely that the ones who raped you so badly are part of a complex conspiracy."

You don't get to be a top negotiator by not being able to tell when someone's lying. My heart leapt for joy as I realized that Master not only suspected I was implanted, but was acting on the assumption that I was. Now it was a true battle of wits, Master and I versus the Hellfire Group. The tickle in my eyes and ears was back. It was curious that he was limiting himself to two senses. This could have uses. I kept the rest of my words on unimportant topics. "Master, when will I be paying for our transportation?"

"He insisted on two sessions with you. The first will be tomorrow and the second will be two days before our arrival. I insisted on the delay to give any lingering damage from the rape to heal before subjecting your body to another difficult experience."

We finished breakfast a while later. Grolin berries have a natural syrup in them and made for splendid pancakes. A blend of three local juices, freshly squeezed had a minty, citrus taste that, while quite good, would take getting used to. After cleaning up (that duty never got shared), I took the data crystal Master had and prepared for another virtual room session.

Almost immediately, I started something I didn't intend, the controller taking over. I found that the data had been downloaded. Unfortunately, I immediately deleted the data, rendering it useless to me. Damn! They suspected and were ready to cover their tracks. I had control again and had to stifle the urge to check the memory registers. Letting him see that the data was still there, just unviewable would be a stupid mistake. Good thing the Felpur was not computer savvy.

It's common knowledge that most codes are unbreakable by an independent observer. Most successful code breaking was through intelligence. Knowing something about the code users allowed you a glimpse of the minds that wrote the code. Most people can't avoid using personal information in their encodings. It just makes it easier to remember. That Master had me attempting to find hidden communications with no intelligence means that the suspected transmission was intended to be intercepted by unknowns. This required making the code breakable on purpose.

There are some basics that are used in 90% of these types of messages. The most common was equidistant character sequences. Look at every fifth, for example, character and read the message. These tended to look artificial in construction to force the right letters into the right places.

The data I was looking at seemed to be, of all things, a comprehensive list of a library of some sort. Fortunately, equidistant sequences are easy to scan for automatically. I programmed the room to search for equidistant letters, words, words without articles such as the and an, titles and first letters (counting and not counting articles again). While that ran in the background, I looked at other, less searchable codings.

The first step for my manual analysis was to examine the ordering of the books. Anything other than alphabetical would have some meaning, though not necessarily part of the coding. For example, most libraries separate fiction from non-fiction. There's meaning there, but it's not a secret message. I would also have to analyze the patterns within any given subcategory of the larger arrangement, as it may be that the message was understood to be in only one portion of the larger document. 

All this took hours. I broke for lunch and was still not finished by dinner time. Master insisted I take a break, pointing out my bloodshot eyes and trembling hands as evidence of my inability to continue. 

"Slave, I am going to use you sexually. That may relax you. Go and lie down on the bed and spread yourself out."

"Yes Master." I ran to the bedroom and lay myself down, spreading my arms and legs out as far as I could. After that brutal rape that almost killed me, I was looking forward to some old fashioned fucking. Master appeared at the door a short while later. He activated some controls and my limbs locked into place and my vision went black. I could hear him moving around, but could not tell what was happening. Soon, though, I felt a hand on my leg. He slowly caressed it, dragging his nails down the inside of my thighs. I shivered, the near pain warming my skin, arousing me. I moaned, calling out wordlessly. He brought his second hand to bear, working both legs at once, doubling the pleasure. Unable to see, I could not tell when he would next touch me. The anticipation was driving me as wild as the touches themselves. By the time that he started scraping my belly and sides, I was a primed mass of pleasure, growing geometrically. I could feel fluid forming and running off of my cunt and my nipples were as hard as rocks.

As my arousal continued to grow, his nails would scrape me harder, leaving little red lines where they passed. I was dying for attention to my breasts and cunt. I begged for him to touch me there, to satisfy my aching need for stimulation and penetration. He ignored me for now, working over my arms and face, scratching at those areas with enough force to take a layer of dead skin off, leaving red streaks that did not immediately fade. I had no idea that something that left scratches and was this painful could be this pleasurable.

When he finally touched my breasts, I screamed at the pain and pleasure mixture he gave me. His nails slid along the sides of my tits sideways instead of dragging on them. Little lines of red sunk into the flesh of my breasts, a sharp pain that shot through my body and impacted my pussy like it had been touched as well. I was awash in pleasure, my breath coming fast and my cunt aching maddeningly for touch, any touch. He grasped a nipple, squeezing it between two fingernails. I screamed in exquisite pain, begging him to do it again when he stopped. In response, he pinched both that way, and I writhed in the pain of unrealized desire. I begged and pleaded for more, "My pussy, torture my pussy."

He crawled on top of me, showing a cock that was rock hard without my ever touching it. He lay down on top of me, his cock at my face, my pussy below his. I arched my head back as much as I could and let him thrust into my mouth. He penetrated all the way back to my throat and stopped, leaving me to minister to him as best I could. I was a little distracted as he lowered his mouth onto my cunt and began to nibble at my cunt lips. The playful bites held a hint of threat, titillating me and continuing that painfully erotic attack on my body. I was swirling my tongue around his cock in the little room I had in my mouth. I couldn't swallow, his tip lodged in my throat. I didn't gag at its presence (I assume he shut off that reflex), but could still breath, the positioning being that close.

My excitement was reaching uncontrollable levels, my moans and muffled screams adding to the stimulation I was giving him. When I thought I could take no more, his teeth bit my clit lightly and I lost it. My back bowed, freeing enough throat to scream around his cock and my teeth sank into it, and not gently. My body shook in orgasm, shuddering violently. My clit was released as he screamed at the bite I put on him and he came n my throat, his cum pouring down, making me unable to breath for a minute as the sticky fluid was shot down my throat. The need to swallow forced me to release my teeth from his cock and he slid out, leaving the last bit of his sperm jetting onto my face. 

I could see teeth impressions on his cock, but no blood. He rolled off of me and panted, as I was, in exhaustion. "Thank you Master. That was wonderful."

"I enjoyed it as well, Slave. Are you feeling more relaxed now?"

"Oh yes. I think I can manage to get to sleep without any help from my collar. Perhaps sleeping on the decoding will spark some sort of insight." (9 parts perspiration, 1 part inspiration).

"Yes, you sleep now."

My sleepy time visitor was back, his syntax improving somewhat.

[UNDERSTAND ME?]

[Yes, better tonight]

[WE ARE ONE]

[Are you part of me?]

[YES, NOW. JOINING]

Oh my God! It couldn't be. [Are you a Voratex crystal?]

[CRYSTAL YES. VORATEX UNKNOWN. JOIN YOU SOON PAST]

[Voratex are what we call the crystals used to enslave people, make them act against their will]

[NOT JOINING PURPOSE. FOURTH PERVERTS]

[Do you mean the Felpur, the one with your other half, the third?]

[YES. FOURTH PERVERTS. JOINING NOT SLEEP.]

[The joining is not supposed to take place when we're asleep?]

[SLEEP NO SPEAK. SLEEP NO WILL]

[Those joined while asleep can't communicate with you, can't resist the slavery?]

[UNDERSTANDING! JOINED EXPLORE. FOURTHS PERVERT]

[You join to explore! Can the fourth be stopped?]

[UNKNOWN. NEW EXPERIENCE. THIRD JOINING WRONG]

[Your other half was never meant to be joined.]

[JOINED NOT SHARE]

[Thirds can't share knowledge when joined?]

[UNDERSTANDING]

[Can we talk when I'm awake?]

[POSSIBLE. NEED EXTREME]

Damn! I woke up again. I was so furious. Voratex crystals were sentient beings! Explorers. Peaceful creatures that explored their universe by joining with mobile creatures and experiencing the world through their senses. I'll bet the autonomic takeover was an inducement to accept. They were better at running out bodies than we were. I wondered what capabilities were unrealized because of this enslavement. I wondered where their home planet was.

"Slave, the captain has insisted on having you for Kroklin."

Great, just great! I get to spend part of the day in pain, extreme pain for an alien sadist. "Master is there no way to tell him no? Make some other payment?"

"Are you questioning my orders?"

"No Master, just asking for mercy."

"No, there is no way. If he can't play Kroklin with you, he will put us under ship's arrest and hand us over to the authorities. I'm sorry, I should never had purchased the equipment."

"Master, if you hadn't, someone with more advanced equipment would have eventually demanded such use. At least the pain levels are controlled." Do you have any idea how weird it is to be reassuring master that his making such a painful use of me was all right? Why did I do it? I realized that, I cared for him and did not want to see him hurt. I was beginning to think I did love him. A slave in love with her owner, how stupid is that!

Master helped me into my Kroklin armor once I decided to sip breakfast. I did not want to throw up inside the helmet. He walked me to the gymnasium for the crew, currently occupied by a single person, the captain. He had only one thing with him, a wicked looking whip, ten feet long with a cluster of strands at the end, The thing looked like it would kill.

"Thank you Brusjin. I will see that she is returned to you tonight."

Tonight! This was going to last all day! "Master!"

"Slave, bear this. For me."

I gulped. There would be no reprieve. "Yes Master," I said, meekly with tears in my eyes.

Master walked out. The captain took the controller and locked my arm and leg bands in a spread out position. He seemed to be all business as he picked the whip up and brought it down upon me with a loud crack. Pain exploded against my back. Another crack and my breasts felt like a huge chunk had been gouged out. They kept coming, the cracks of the whip and the lance of pain that followed, over and over again. he was methodical and measured. There was no evidence that he was enjoying himself.

It wasn't long before I was not experiencing repeated lashes, but one long crescendo of pain that grew and grew. I thought I was dying, the agony growing without end. How I was able to survive such torment was inconceivable.




Galactic Slave Ch. 11



A moment out of time, suspended between one pain impulse and another

[GOOD. UNDERSTANDING. EXTREME]

[Extreme pain allows us to talk?]

[YES. EXTREME ALLOW UNDERSTANDING. EXTREME ALLOW WILL]

[Extreme pain allows me free will?]

[YES. FOURTH HURT BY EXTREME]

Now this had possibilities. [How much does fourth experience?]

[ALL. STRONGER. AMPLIFIED.]

[He experiences everything I do but stronger?]

[YES. AMPLIFY FOR TRANSMITION]

[Third amplifies the input for transmission to other thirds.]

[YES. EXPLORERS. DATA GATHERING. SHARING DATA]

[what happens to fourth if I die?]

Time resumes its normal flow

The pain was back, a fire that flowed through my nerves. New impulses were not coming. I opened my eyes, seeing the captain standing in front of me. "Please, we weren't done. More pain. Need more pain."

"Quiet. You have to make a choice. You are possessed by a Voratex crystal."

"I know. That's who I was talking to. Wait a minute. Why is the controller not acting to keep me in check?"

"The pain transmitted through the link will have knocked him out. What do you mean you were talking with someone?"

"I was talking to the crystal in me when the pain was at its worse."

"Are you trying to tell me that the crystals are intelligent? Why are they enslaving people?"

"They're not. Hellfire Group misusing them. They're explorers, peaceful explorers. Please, we weren't finished. Whip me again, make it really bad and really long."

He stared at me, trying to process information that contradicted everything he knew. I suspect that the only reason he was even considering believing me is that he knew the controller was not in charge, passed out from the magnified pain. I'm not sure why he acquiesced, but he stepped back and began lashing me again, reigniting the nerves in my body, sending me into screaming agony again. The pain grew to unimaginable levels and 

A moment out of time, suspended between one pain impulse and another

[I don't know how much time we have. What happens if I die?]

[FIRST DIE MEAN FOURTH DIE THIRD WILL DIE SECOND WILL DIE]

[This is important. How long will it take?]

[NOT ALL SAME]

[How long for fourth to die]

[IMMEDIATE]

[How long for third?]

[TWELVE MICRO SPANS SUN ARC]

I had no idea how long that was, other than it was longer than immediately. [And you?]

[TEN MICRO SPANS SUN ARC]

I can't believe I was even thinking about this. [Can you bring me back?]

[NOT UNDERSTANDING]

[If you stop my heart, can you restart it? You did when you were orientating to me.]

[UNDERSTANDING. VARIES. DETERIATION]

[I want you to kill me, stop my heart, as painfully and as violently as you can.]

[JOINING UNPLEASANT? DESIRE DEATH?]

[No. Once I'm dead, wait as long as possible and restart my heart. Will that restore fourth?]

[NO. AMPLIFICATION SPEEDS DETERIATION]

[Good. Do it now before I change my mind. Do it now!]

Time resumes its normal flow

Oh my God! Pain gripped my chest. I could feel my heart stop. What have I done. No! I changed my mind, I don't want to die. I don't want to d...

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I gasped for air, starved for oxygen. Blackness retreated, my vision returning. Pain in my chest, intense, like I was being subjected to a gravity fluxuation. Shit! Someone was giving me CPR. "Stop." I coughed, trying to let him know I was alive.

My vision cleared and the weight on my chest eased. I could see the captain kneeling over me, his clawed hands gripping my face. "It was not necessary to whip you to death, I would have decapitated you cleanly if you wished to end you life as a crystal slave. You Master was very insistent that we bring you back."

I turned my head, seeing Master standing near, his face streaked with tears and showing buried anger. "Master. I have a lot to tell you."

"You will not be required to subject yourself to the captain's ministrations again, Slave."

"Master, I want to. If not for him, I would still be a crystal slave."

"Are you telling me you are not one now?"

"Yes Master. The controller of mine is dead, having suffered a heart attack many times more powerful than mine."

"And how do you know this, how?"

"The crystal told me so."

The look on his face was precious. I don't often manage to surprise Master. Of course, that also meant he was dubious. I would have to convince him. How could he be sure that I was not speaking as the controller to lull him into complacency?

[PERMISSION TO USE VOCAL SYSTEM?]

[We can communicate now while I'm awake?]

[JOINING RESUMES NORMALITY. COOPERATION POSSIBLE]

[By all means, talk away.]

Hearing yourself talk when you're not talking is even more weird than hearing your voice on a recording. It was made worse by the fact that I would 'hear' in my head a translation of his (its?) words from the diction of crystals to normal speech.

"Master, this is hexadiagonal lattice bud. You know me as a Voratex crystal. I have been joined with your slave. We crystals are a peaceful race of explorers. We offer joining of our buds with organic life forms so that we can transmit our experiences to the matrix. In exchange, the buds provide their hosts with increased lifespan and health. An organic discovered that roots could be forcibly joined with other organics and this allowed the will of the host to be destroyed and the experiences of the bud to be shared. The matrix is disrupted by the knowledge that life has been usurped by our presence. We would request the assistance of organics in freeing the matrix from the hold of other organics."

"How can I be sure that what you say is true and not a ruse?"

"You cannot."

"We will have to observe you and try to determine the truth. You are joined with my slave and must obey me as she does."

"I understand. This concept, slavery, is confusing and requires much study."

[RETURNING CONTROL]

"Master, I understand that you must be sure, but I am in control. Master, it's the Hellfire Group. They kidnapped me and implanted the crystal in me. They had me study the activities of your division over the last 500 years. You have been bringing slave worlds into the federation."

"Slave, there's a reason for that."

"I know! Slave worlds give up slavery within 100 years of membership. You are ridding the galaxy of slavery."

"They let you know this?"

"No Master. I stole data files from them. My VR! I have data files in my virtual room. They've been deleted but I can recover them. They fell into the trap of underestimating a slave. I was able to download the entire database at their facility. The controller had me delete it, but he did not make sure it was erased."

"Deleting is erasing."

"No. Deleting is just tagging the storage area as available. Erasing overwrites blanks onto the files. I can recover them." I tried to get up and a wave of dizziness washed over me and I collapsed."

"Easy there. Slave. You just came back from a heart attack. You were dead for 4 minutes. The only place you're going is sickbay."

It was three days before the medic was confident that I would survive without his ministrations. During that time the crystal and I became more acquainted with each other. It had an insatiable appetite for sensation, especially those that were vital to the process of living as an organic creature. It never imposed itself on my will, but was full of suggestions about trying new things. If it had its way, it would have me eat something new every day. Unfortunately, it was as interested in unpleasant experiences as it was pleasant ones. Some of the flavors it wanted me to taste were revolting. I found it was agreeable to making deals. One revolting experience for not complaining when I had coffee for the third time in a day, for example.

It was especially anxious for my sexual encounter with the captain. If it had its way, I would have sex in some new way or with some new species every day. If I gave it even a fourth of what it asked me for, I would have far more sex than Master ever had me have. I was not entirely opposed to that idea (I really do love sex). Master's orders held precedence, however.

Once on my feet again, I was able to access my virtual room and recover the deleted data files. There was some corruption, but the wealth of data was enormous. The files had very little on history and the identities of members were in some sort of code that I believed to be unbreakable with what we had. But, they had information on highly placed members in the federation government. Not enough members to take control, but enough to delay or stymie good legislation. Then I found the file on me.

They had a file on me, listing me as a dangerous impediment to various financial plans. Apparently, I had caused them significant losses by uncovering carefully hidden embezzlement schemes. The file indicated that I was to be transferred by one of their agents code named "python' from fraud detection to bargaining and contracts. A paper I had written on the data corruption caused by frames of reference was cited in full with an appendage to have it buried, never to be published. They had been targeting me for some time. Paging to the end, my fears were confirmed. I was ordered to be rendered ineffective, either by termination or enslavement.

Son of a Bitch! Collin was an agent for the Hellfire Group. They had me sold into slavery to keep me from interfering with their plans. I had been set up. They knew everything about me and had me listed as one of their most dangerous enemies. Then it occurred to me. If they thought me so dangerous, how had they underestimated me? How had one of their most dangerous enemies gotten access to these sensitive files?

[FILE ACCESS GRANTED. EVIDENCE COVERED. USEFULNESS PERCIEVED]

[You made it happen? How?]

[COMPUTER ELECTRIC CRYSTAL. BASE CONTROL EASY. NOT FIRST ATTEMPT]

[The Matrix has been trying to get this info out for a while?]

[YES. 43 MEGA SPANS SUN ARC]

[How long is that in years?]

[436]

[I'm sorry it's taken so long.]

[PATIENCE IS LATTICE FORM]

[Right.] Whatever that meant.

Two days later, the captain and I (and crystal) were able to have our little get together. I found out that his intention was to give me the opportunity to request a quick death to escape Voratex slavery. He had seen Crystal slaves before and knew that intense pain freed them temporarily. I was grateful for his actions, though I'm not sure I would have chosen death. Of course, I had hope, where the others had none.

The captain was waiting in his cabin, undressed. I was not a good judge of saurian flesh, but I liked what I saw. The rumors were accurate. That was a massive cock, close to fifteen inches long and just under three inches thick. The pink shaft had already begun to slide out from its pouch, glistening with a clear fluid. I licked my lips, anxious to taste what he had to offer me. He beckoned me forward and I approached him, a little nervous at his size and strength. This aged warrior was capable of snapping backs with his bare hands and I was placing myself in them. It was invigorating.

When I was near, he grasped me, lifting me up with little or no effort. I was suspended in his hands, strong yet gentle, my pussy hovering before his tooth filled snout. He opened and this tongue, long and prehensile, slithered out and licked at my pussy. The rasp like texture caused me to cry out, the stimulation intense. He said, "Humans, they taste so good. When I am done with you, you will be unable to fuck for a week." Then his tongue slid inside and caressed the inside of my pussy, the mild scraping sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body.

I began to writhe and the two ends of his tail snaked around and grappled my legs. With my arms pinned to my side and my legs held firm, I was helpless to do anything but take what he was inflicting upon me (like I would stop it). His tongue snaked in and out of my cunt, rasping against me pussy lips and clit repeatedly, driving me wild, squirming in his grasp, crying out inarticulately in ecstasy. My first orgasm hit me and I screamed at the intensity as he grasped my clit with the prehensile end of his tongue and squeezed it. It seemed like my climax would never end, as I started to beg for release from the waves of pleasure rolling over me again and again. Tears flowed from the pain like sensations of an orgasm that went on and on.

When the sensations faded, I was gasping, trying to get enough air to replace all that I had breathed out in my cries. His tail split my legs and he pulled me to the teeth in his snout. I gasped in fear, his inch long oral daggers glistening with saliva. 

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

Not able to speak from the fear, I nodded slowly.

He turned me upside down and backed my crotch into his mouth, the teeth scraping lightly against me. His cock had not moved from where it had been before. I felt his mouth slowly closing and I tensed, anticipating, but not believing he would, bite into me. I felt the teeth press against my skin and I screamed in terror. The teeth penetrated and I squirmed desperately to get away from the incredible... pleasure(?) that was flowing through me. I cold feel is teeth embedded into the skin around my pussy and ass, yet I was fast approaching another climax. Additionally, his cock was swinging free of his sheath, covered in fluid that dripped onto the floor. The aroma was intoxicating, making my lungs feel like part of the arousal in me as well. 

With me on the verge of orgasm, his tongue coiled into a ball and slammed against my pussy, forcing its way in before unfurling and whipping against the sides of my inner cunt. That was all she wrote and I thrashed in agonizing pleasure, feeling his teeth holding my center in place. My orgasm seemed to begin in dozens of spots along my sex and explode out triumphantly. Amazingly, this cum lasted even longer than the last one, continuing until his teeth released me.

"Oh God, how, what, can we do it again?"

"Maybe, but it's my turn."

With that, my still drained body was flipped over and I was set down, still in his grasp, my head next to his cock. He let my arms loose, keeping hold of my sides, maintaining control of the activities. Needing no instructions, I grasped his cock in my hands, slathering them in the fluid. It had a pleasant oily feel to it, like massaging with baby oil. Sticking my tongue out, I tasted a musky flavor that enticed me to taste again and again. I could do this for hours if he let me. The stuff ran down my arms onto my body, dripping and covering me thoroughly. It felt so good. I used one hand to rub it all over my body, making myself so slick and sexy. With my face buried in him as I licked him over and over, sometimes placing my mouth over the cock and biting him gently. He hissed every time I bit, pulling me a little closer to him, as if to give me more to bite.

My hand that was rubbing him all over me reached my cunt and I shoved my fingers in, fucking myself. I screamed out as I was filled, a little of his fluid was carried into me by my hand. I felt heat, steadily increasing, in and around my cunt, everywhere that mine and his mixed. A new smell hit my nose, a smell of pure lust. I growled like an animal, hungry for all I could get of him. I bit his cock hard and he growled in response. His hands tightened and I bit even harder, feeling my teeth sink into him deep. His taste was filling my mouth and I could not get enough. 

He growled and snarled, lifting me up, my teeth scraping along the length of him. Once he had me at eye level, I could see feral lust in his eyes, a caged animal that had been turned loose. I wanted this animal and I had one just as feral to give him. He slammed me down on his cock, impaling the entire length in one painful thrust. His neck stood there, invitingly, and I opened my mouth, took a massive bite and chomped, with all my strength. His snout lowered to my shoulder and he returned the bite, his teeth digging in deep, again not painful but intensely pleasurable. He didn't move me like a human would fuck me, but his cock throbbed inside, expanding and contracting in diameter, stretching me over and over in time with his jaws biting on my shoulder over and over. I clamped my pussy against him, my own jaws gripping his neck with every clench.

I don't know how long we held each other in that sexual death grip, our mutual pleasure building up and up. It seemed to go on forever, sending me to new heights that exceeded anything I had experienced before. The pleasure had long since become unbearable, yet to stop now would be to deny release, so I bit and clenched again and again. Finally, as I reached the end and my climax was just on the verge, I realized I had encountered this kind of delayed pleasure before. It was like being on Hydromel. His fluids were acting like that wondrously dreaded drug. At that moment, I hit the end, my body began to flail in orgasm, over and over. I cold feel his cock explode inside of me, filling me to overflowing, while he thrashed as much as I did. We both bit even harder, I finally breaking his skin, tasting blood and feeling his teeth hit bone with a crunch. I passed out for a second, coming to and seeing his teeth release my shoulder, the holes visibly closing of their own accord. Much later, my rational thought processes, currently on vacation, would figure that Gravelians are capable of regeneration and their penile fluids carry this ability during sex to their mates. All I knew then was that I would live to experience this pleasure again, though it felt worth dying for.

I was covered from head to toe with a mixture of his oily fluids, my juices and his cum. I was too tired to care and allowed myself to fall asleep where I lay. I would clean up in the morning, or whenever I woke up.